Back on base…
Kevin snuck up behind his squad leader, John Caine, and smacked him hard on the ass. "Captain! Whatcha thinkin' about all alone out here?"
John spun around, his face impassive, voice stern. "Kevin. Training's about to start. What are you still doing here? You looking for extra drills later?"
Kevin scratched his head, grinning sheepishly. "Nah, Captain. Just saw you standing here, figured I'd give you a heads-up on the time."
Despite his imposing build and strict demeanor during drills, John wasn't known for being overly punitive and generally got along well with his men off-duty. Kevin wasn't really afraid of him.
John sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, alright. Get going. I'll be there in a minute."
Kevin gave a quick "Yes, sir!" and jogged off. As soon as the soldier was out of sight, John quickly adjusted himself, shifting uncomfortably. That casual slap on the ass had inexplicably made him hard… He glared down irritably at the thick bulge straining against his uniform pants.
Ever since that humiliating night at Mark’s place with that punk Alex, he’d been furious. But the underlying fear of Alex releasing that video kept him paralyzed, unable to even warn Mark properly about his dangerous student. Damn it. And ever since then… since being fucked raw like that… his ass had become ridiculously sensitive. Any casual touch seemed to set him off…
John scrubbed a hand over his face, frustrated and disgusted with himself. The humiliation lingered, sharp and bitter.
Three hours later, the brutal training session finally ended. Kevin groaned, massaging his aching muscles. The Captain had been riding everyone extra hard today, pushing the intensity far beyond normal limits. Guys were dropping like flies.
Kevin considered hitting the showers immediately, but knew it would be packed. Better to grab dinner first and wait until things cleared out. Later, when the communal shower room was mostly empty, he headed in.
It was practically deserted, steam hanging in the air. Kevin stripped off his sweaty gear, ready to wash off the grime, when he noticed a light on in one of the private shower stalls near the back. Glancing inside, he saw Captain Caine.
"Captain! Showering late tonight too?" Kevin called out cheerfully.
John startled violently, instinctively grabbing a towel to cover his lower body. "Ah, Kevin… yeah. Too crowded earlier. Quieter now."
Kevin laughed. "Great minds think alike, Captain! Same reason I waited."
John shifted uncomfortably, taking a step back from Kevin’s naked, muscular form. The casual way Kevin's own thick, dark cock swung between his legs made John feel inexplicably hot. "Right… well… hurry it up…"
Kevin, oblivious to his Captain's inner turmoil, grinned. "Hey, Captain, you look beat after that workout. Let me give you a quick rubdown. Learned some massage techniques!" Before John could protest, Kevin was gently but firmly guiding him towards one of the massage benches lining the wall.
John couldn't think of a plausible reason to refuse without sounding weird. He reluctantly lay face down on the bench, still clutching the towel around his waist.
Kevin returned with some massage oil. Seeing the towel, he chuckled and yanked it away without asking. "Come on, Captain! We're all guys here. Nothing to hide!"
John felt a rush of cold air on his exposed skin and couldn't suppress a small gasp. "Hey—"
The towel gone, John’s dark, firm, perfectly rounded ass cheeks were fully exposed. Since being brutally stretched by Alex, his ass seemed even more prominent, impossibly curved and firm, yet undeniably vulnerable.
Kevin couldn't help but swallow hard. Damn, the Captain’s ass… looked better than most women’s he’d seen…
John felt the heat of Kevin’s stare burning into his backside. His own cock began to stir betrayingly against the cool vinyl of the bench. He gritted his teeth, trying desperately to remain impassive.
Kevin started the massage, his hands working competently over John’s broad back and shoulders. After a few minutes working on his upper body, Kevin’s hands drifted lower, kneading John’s powerful thighs. Then, almost casually, his hands moved upwards again, settling firmly on John’s glutes, massaging the dense muscle.
Kevin’s pressure increased gradually. John’s tightly clenched legs began to relax slightly under the firm manipulation. Kevin’s hands crept higher, closer to the cleft. As he worked the muscles, his thumbs pressed inwards, gently parting John's cheeks slightly, revealing the hidden crease within.
John kept his face pressed into the bench, his mind reeling. Kevin’s hands felt rough, strong, and increasingly bold. He knew he should order him to stop, push him away, assert his authority. But for some reason… he remained silent, letting the soldier’s hands work over his ass, feeling his own cock grow painfully hard, leaking precum onto the bench beneath him.
Staring at the perfect, dark curve of his Captain's ass, Kevin felt an impulsive urge take over. His hands moved decisively, firmly spreading John’s cheeks completely apart, exposing the vulnerable hole hidden within. It was startlingly pale in contrast to John's dark skin, and even more shocking… it was completely smooth, shaved clean of all hair. The sight was unexpectedly, intensely erotic.
Staring at the smooth, hairless crevice before him, Kevin felt a jolt of disbelief. The Captain? His tough, disciplined Captain… had an ass like this? So… exposed? So… inviting?
John scrambled to his feet, his dark face flushed crimson. He snatched the fallen towel, wrapping it hastily around his waist. "I… I gotta go," he mumbled, practically fleeing the shower room, leaving Kevin staring after his retreating back, his own cock inexplicably, powerfully erect.
After that incident, John avoided Kevin religiously, never allowing himself to be alone with the soldier again. When the Lunar New Year leave came around, John left the base as quickly as possible.
A few days before the holiday, John and his wife, Sarah, went to visit Mark and Megan. As soon as they arrived, Sarah and Megan disappeared into the kitchen, chatting excitedly like old friends – they got along well, often meeting for coffee or shopping.
John greeted Mark, then turned and saw a young man sprawled on the sofa.
"Matt? Haven't seen you in ages! Look how big you've gotten," John said, walking over and clapping the young man on the shoulder before sitting down beside him.
Zhang Matt was Megan’s younger brother. Mark explained, "Matt's studying sports science at the college nearby. He's on break, so he's staying with us for a few days." Mark glanced at his brother-in-law. He hadn't seen him in a while either. The young man had really filled out. His broad chest strained against the tight t-shirt he wore, and even through his loose grey sweatpants, the impressive bulge between his legs was clearly visible.
Matt grunted a hello, looking bored. He was annoyed. Rare break from school, no basketball practice, and his sister insisted he stay home instead of finding some girls to hook up with. He'd been abstinent for two whole months because of the tournament season, and his dick felt like it was about to explode.
Thinking about it made his cock stir again. Matt heard Mark clear his throat and realized his hard-on was noticeable. He swore under his breath but didn’t bother adjusting himself much; Megan and Sarah were still in the other room, and it was just guys here.
He looked up and saw Mark's face was slightly flushed. "Hey Bro-in-law," Matt asked casually, "Why's your face red? Is the heat on too high in here?"
Mark jumped up quickly. "Uh… yeah, it's a little warm. I'm gonna go splash some water on my face." He beat a hasty retreat.
Matt slumped back, bored, turning his attention to John. "Hey, Mr. Caine. Being in the army, all guys around all the time, stuck on base... that sucks, right?"
John nodded curtly, his face cold, offering no further comment.
Matt clicked his tongue. "Must be rough." He gave John a conspiratorial wink. "Bet you're climbing the walls, huh? No place to… blow off steam?"
John’s eyes narrowed, pinning Matt with a sharp, intense glare. Matt immediately shut up, feeling a chill despite himself. Damn, military guys are intimidating, he thought.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. John got up to answer it. Standing on the doorstep was the last person he wanted to see: Alex.
Alex looked momentarily surprised to see John, then his usual smirk returned. John felt a surge of pure rage and moved instinctively to slam the door shut. But Alex was too quick, slipping past him into the entryway, calling out loudly, "Mr. Davis! Mrs. Davis!"
Megan and Mark came out from the kitchen at the sound of his voice. Megan smiled brightly. "Alex! Come in, come in, sit down." Mark stood stiffly beside her, looking uncomfortable.
Alex completely ignored John's murderous glare and stony silence, casually plopping down on the sofa next to Matt. "Almost the New Year, just wanted to drop by and see my favorite teacher and his wife! Mr. Davis has been such a big help to me lately, just wanted to say thanks!" He shot Mark a look heavy with unspoken meaning.
Over the past weeks, Alex had thoroughly claimed Mark's body and his home. Mark and Megan's bedroom had essentially become Alex's personal fucking ground whenever he decided to "sleep over," which was often. He frequently forced Mark to find opportunities to suck his cock while Megan was home, or cornered him for quick, rough sessions in the bathroom. Once, horrifically, he'd even dragged Mark out of bed and fucked him hard right beside the sleeping, oblivious Megan.
Mark flinched instinctively at Alex's words, feeling his legs go weak. He leaned subtly against the wall for support. So many people here today, he thought desperately. He can't… he wouldn't dare try anything now…
Megan brought out a fruit platter for Alex, beaming. "That's so thoughtful of you, Alex. You know, out of all Mark's students, you seem to be the closest to him."
Yeah, shifting back to Mark's house after the motel scene can be a bit jarring, but it sets up the next conflict.
Alex smiled easily. "Well yeah, Mr. Davis really cares about us students. Always giving us extra tips on technique, you know? Without his… personal attention, we wouldn't be improving nearly this fast!"
Mark flushed hotly at the double entendre, quickly trying to change the subject. "Honey," he said to Megan, "weren't you two going shopping? You should get going."
Megan hesitated. "But Alex is here…"
"It's cool, Mrs. Davis," Alex interjected smoothly. "Mr. Davis can keep me company. And Mr. Caine's here too, right? We're acquainted."
Megan, seeing Alex as just another polite student, agreed. "Okay then, we'll head out. We'll grab takeout on the way back. Alex, you'll stay for dinner, of course." With that, she and Sarah left.
The atmosphere in the living room shifted immediately. Four men left alone. Mark hesitated, then deliberately sat on the armchair furthest from Alex.
John glanced at the empty spot on the sofa next to Alex, then, refusing to show any weakness or intimidation, squared his shoulders and sat down right beside him.
Matt, oblivious to the underlying tension, turned to Alex curiously. "So, what's Mr. Davis really like at school? As strict as he is at home?"
"Mr. Davis can be tough," Alex said, shooting Mark a sly grin, "but he really looks out for his students. Especially certain ones… he gives them a lot of 'private coaching'." He leaned forward conspiratorially. "Yeah, me and some buddies often stay after school, work out extra hard with him in the storage shed. Always end up drenched in sweat. Mr. Davis is really… hands-on. Pushes us till we collapse. And he doesn't just care about fitness, he helps us with… stress relief too. Whenever he sees us looking tense around campus, he always finds a way to help us… loosen up…"
Mark squirmed, deeply uncomfortable. Even though Alex's words were veiled, having others present made the innuendo feel ten times more humiliating. He quickly tried to redirect the conversation. "Hey, Matt, you're looking ripped. Playing ball at college? Bet the girls are all over you, huh?"
Matt immediately brightened, launching into enthusiastic stories about his "wild" college life.
John sat stiffly, listening to Matt and Mark talk, occasionally adding a brief comment. After a few minutes, he suddenly felt a hand lightly touch his lower back.
He shot a sharp look at Alex. He was facing the other two, seemingly engrossed in their conversation, a picture of innocence. But his hand was definitely exploring John's back under the cover of the sofa cushions.
At first, the touch was casual, just tracing circles on the broad expanse of John's back. Then, the hand grew bolder, sliding downwards.
John was wearing loose-fitting sweatpants today. Alex’s hand easily slipped under the waistband at the back, cupping John’s ass cheek through the thin material of his boxer briefs. John felt a surge of humiliation and anger. He shifted, trying to subtly move away from the unwanted touch, but that only seemed to embolden Alex, whose hand crept lower, fingers brushing against the sensitive crease of John's ass, becoming more insistent, more brazen.
Matt and Mark were busy comparing notes on their respective basketball prowess, bragging about their on-court dominance. John suddenly stiffened, a choked gasp escaping his lips. "Nnngh…" Alex had stealthily pulled the waistband of John's boxers aside, slipping a finger inside, and then, without warning, probing his unprepared entrance.
John glared at Alex, fury burning in his eyes. Alex simply stared back, a smirk playing on his lips, his finger continuing to curl and probe inside John’s tight hole.
The memory of their previous encounter, of being bound and used, flashed vividly through John's mind. His body, as if with a mind of its own, began to react, a disturbing warmth spreading through his groin.
After a long moment of insistent fingering, Alex suddenly shoved two more fingers inside. The three fingers now mimicked the rhythm of fucking, stretching John’s tight entrance, the pressure building until John’s muscles began to relax, his own body betraying him again, growing slick with unwanted arousal.
John’s breath hitched in his throat, his jaw clenched tight. He tried to maintain a neutral expression, to appear unaffected, while simultaneously struggling to stand up, to escape. But it was as if his limbs were filled with lead; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to gather the strength to pull himself up.
Alex played with him for several more minutes, tormenting him with the insistent touch, before finally, reluctantly withdrawing his hand. John had just begun to breathe a sigh of relief when Alex, using his body to shield John from the other two, casually reached around John’s front.
The hand immediately located John's already painfully hard erection. Alex chuckled low in his throat, the sound laced with malicious amusement. He leaned in close, his voice a mocking whisper against John's ear. "Well, well, Mr. Caine. Seems you're even more eager than I thought. Dripping wet already. Someone's a little slutty, aren't they?"
The humiliation was almost unbearable. John hated the way his body was responding, the unwanted arousal making him feel weak and exposed. He struggled against Alex's hold, his muscles finally cooperating. With a sudden surge of strength, he shoved Alex's hand away and scrambled to his feet, his face burning red. Without a word, he practically fled the room, retreating into the relative safety of the master bedroom.
Matt and Mark exchanged confused glances. "What's up with Mr. Caine?" Matt asked. "Where'd he go?"
Alex stood up, putting on a concerned expression. "He looked kinda stressed just now. Maybe I should check on him."
He walked calmly to the master bedroom door, slipped inside quickly, and locked it behind him.
John was leaning against the dresser, his back to the door, his powerful shoulders heaving. Hearing the door open and lock, he spun around. Seeing Alex, fury contorted his features. He lunged across the room, grabbing Alex by the collar, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You… What the FUCK do you want?!"
Alex remained completely calm, even smirking slightly. "Easy there, soldier boy. Getting all worked up. Didn't we have fun last time? Got the video to prove it, remember? You, begging for my big cock to fuck you senseless. Can't deny it." He glanced around the room casually. "Pretty sure this is the very room I popped your cherry in, right? Gotta say, Mr. Caine, great body, even better ass."
John tightened his grip, wanting nothing more than to beat the punk senseless. "Did you… Did you show that video to anyone?" he ground out.
"Nah," Alex said nonchalantly, shrugging. "Something that special? Gotta keep it private. Just on my phone. No one else has seen it… yet." He rubbed his own crotch suggestively. "Just thinking about your hot military body gets me hard again. How about another round?"
John shoved Alex away violently and stormed out of the room, then straight out of the house, slamming the front door behind him.
Alex sauntered back into the living room. "Guess Mr. Caine had an urgent call back to base," he told Matt and Mark smoothly.
John paced outside for a long time, his mind racing. That video… He had to get it, destroy it. The only way was to get Alex’s phone. Steeling himself, he checked his watch. Dinnertime. He turned and headed back towards Mark’s house.
He let himself in quietly. His wife and Megan were back, everyone gathered around the dinner table. Alex, unsurprisingly, was still there. Megan greeted him cheerfully, urging him to sit down and eat.
Halfway through the meal, Megan asked Alex, "Alex, it's getting late. Did you let your parents know where you are?"
"Oh, right," Alex said casually. He patted his pockets. "Damn, must've left my phone in the SUV. Can I borrow yours real quick, Mrs. Davis?"
Matt looked surprised, whistling softly. "Nice wheels for someone so young, man. Parents spoil you, huh?"
Alex just chuckled, taking the phone Megan offered and stepping away to make a fake call.
An idea sparked in John's mind. He excused himself and went to the coat rack near the door. Rummaging through the pockets of Alex's jacket, he found a set of car keys. Making a quick excuse about needing something from his own car, he slipped outside and began searching the nearby street for Alex's vehicle.
After a few minutes, he spotted it – a sleek, expensive-looking SUV parked down the block. He unlocked it with the remote and slid inside.
The moment he shut the door, John frowned. There was a strange, cloyingly sweet smell inside the car. It seemed faintly familiar, unsettling, but he was focused on finding the phone. He started searching the front seats, the glove compartment, the center console.
Finally, tucked under the back seat, he found it. Relief washed over him, quickly followed by sweat beading on his forehead. He turned the phone on – passcode protected. Damn it. Maybe he should just smash it right here, get rid of the evidence once and for all…
Suddenly, a tapping sound on the window made him jump. He looked up. Alex was standing outside, grinning maliciously.
John instinctively clutched the phone tighter and reached for the passenger door handle, but it wouldn't open. He tried his own door – locked. He fumbled with the electronic locks, but nothing worked. The car was sealed shut from the outside.
As he struggled futilely with the doors, John realized the strange sweet smell in the car was getting stronger, thicker. He felt dizzy, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid. His skin started to feel hypersensitive. And then, the horrifyingly familiar sensations began – his cock starting to harden without any stimulation, leaking precum, and that deep, insistent itch starting low in his ass. Sweat trickled down his back, pooling uncomfortably, making him instinctively squirm, trying to relieve the growing pressure.
"You…" John tried to speak, but only a low groan escaped his lips.
Alex calmly opened the driver's side door, leaning against the frame, coldly observing John's drugged state. John, clinging to the last shreds of his self-control, tried to scramble out of the car. Alex simply planted a boot firmly in John's chest, shoving him back down onto the seat.
"Fuck, trying to steal from my car now, soldier boy? Guess I didn't fuck you hard enough last time. Used my special new blend today. You're not leaving this car until you're my personal fucking cocksleeve!"
With that, Alex stepped fully into the car, planting one foot firmly on John's straining erection, grinding his heel down brutally.
"Nnngh…" John arched his back, trying to escape the pressure, but his drugged body refused to obey. He was completely powerless, forced to endure the degrading torment.
After a few minutes of grinding his heel into John’s cock, Alex seemed satisfied that the drugs had taken full effect. He shut the car door, locking it again, then reached over, grabbed John by the hair, and yanked his head down towards his own crotch.
"Take a good sniff, slut," Alex hissed. "Remember this smell? This is the cock that fucked you senseless last time. Been missing it, haven't you? Pretending you didn't, but deep down, you've been craving it!"
Alex dropped his pants completely. His thick, dark, veiny cock, already slick and fully erect, sprang free, slapping hard against John's face.
John stared at the massive, intimidating weapon inches from his eyes. His breath hitched, the dark flush deepening on his handsome face. In his drugged state, the cock looked menacing, yet… incredibly appealing. His lips parted slightly without conscious thought, his nostrils flaring as if trying to inhale more of that potent, masculine scent.
Alex slid his cock up and down John’s face, smearing thick precum across his nose and lips. He deliberately avoided entering John’s mouth, teasing him. John’s slightly parted lips remained open, waiting, wanting. Frustrated, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue instinctively darting out, a picture of raw, desperate need.
"Open wider," Alex commanded coldly. The voice held an unnatural authority, like a superior officer giving an order. John obeyed mechanically, stretching his jaw as wide as it would go.
"Good boy. Good dog," Alex praised mockingly, then shoved his veiny cock deep into John’s mouth. John’s strong, rugged features contorted around the thick intrusion. In that moment, he was no longer a disciplined soldier, just a degraded whore taking cock.
Fucking John’s handsome mouth again sent a jolt of pure pleasure through Alex. He grabbed John’s hair, forcing his head down, burying most of his length deep in John’s throat. John’s nose was pressed into Alex’s thick pubic hair, the musky scent overwhelming. Humiliation burned, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, yet his own cock pulsed harder against his belly, his body growing even more sensitive. His hands came up unconsciously, gripping Alex’s muscular thighs – was he trying to push him away, or hold him closer, keep that big cock from leaving?
"Fuck!" Alex groaned, riding John’s mouth hard. "Even better than last time, slut! Must practice sucking cock at home, huh?! How else could a tough guy like you be so damn good at it? Born to be a cock-sucking whore!"
He deep-throated John for several long minutes before pulling back slightly, though clearly not finished tormenting John's mouth. Gripping the sides of the car seat for leverage, Alex began fucking John’s mouth rhythmically, using it like a tight hole.
"Use your tongue, slut… worship my cock…"
John could only submit, taking the relentless pounding, his tongue instinctively darting out to lick and caress Alex’s shaft whenever it paused inside his mouth. Staring up at the boy dominating him, seemed to morph in John's drugged perception, Alex seemed to morph, becoming larger, more imposing, like a conquering general. And John? He was just a lowly soldier, existing only to serve his general's pleasure, his general's cock. He had to use every part of his body to worship the brutal shaft forcing its way down his throat. Thinking this, John felt his own asshole begin to clench and slick with wetness, his vision blurring, focused solely on the overwhelming presence of that big, dark, demanding cock.
Alex fucked John's mouth until he was thoroughly satisfied, finally pulling out with a wet sucking sound. His glistening cock head pressed against John’s cheek. John gasped for breath, eyes squeezed shut, saying nothing. His strong, handsome face was smeared with Alex's fluids, looking utterly debauched.
Alex contemptuously slapped John’s cheek a few times with his cock. "Fuck, you even get off on sucking dick, don't you? Getting all wet and hard just from that."
John remained stubbornly silent, seemingly determined to endure without giving Alex the satisfaction of a verbal response. This only fueled Alex’s determination. Used the old drugs last time, new shit this time, he thought. No way I'm not gonna break this hardass! Done talking, Alex roughly stripped the remaining boxer briefs off John, leaving his powerful, muscular body completely naked and exposed.
Alex paused, openly admiring John's physique for a moment, then roughly spread John's muscular thighs. He positioned his cock at John's already slick entrance. Without bothering with any more lube, he slammed forward, driving deep inside.
"Nnngh…!" John grunted, biting down hard on his lip, suppressing the cry of pain and shock. His long-empty asshole was suddenly, brutally filled by Alex’s thick, hard cock. For a split second, the intense pleasure nearly overwhelmed his sense of self, his identity. He almost wanted to scream, to moan shamelessly for the punk violating him, but his ingrained military discipline held him back, a last bastion of resistance. Absolutely not… Cannot break…
Alex felt the subtle shift in John’s body, the involuntary clenching followed by a near-surrender to the pleasure. He smirked. Getting to him. This muscle-bound soldier was starting to like it. Just needed a little more persuasion…
Alex began employing all the dirty tricks he'd learned. After the initial deep thrusts to shock John’s system, he pulled back, fucking him shallowly for a long time, grinding and teasing just inside the entrance. He relentlessly rubbed against John’s prostate until John was squirming, his hips subtly bucking, unconsciously trying to take the cock deeper. Just when John seemed desperate, Alex would suddenly slam his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again, making John shudder violently, his legs tensing.
Alex repeated the pattern – long periods of shallow teasing followed by deep, punishing thrusts. John felt like he was going insane, the constant denial making the eventual deep penetration feel even more intense. His asshole throbbed, aching for more, for the constant pressure, the complete fullness. His body craved the violation even as his mind fought against it.
John's face was flushed a deep red now, his eyes losing focus, his mouth falling open as he gasped for breath. His own cock was painfully hard, slick with precum, twitching uselessly against his belly.
Alex leaned close to John's ear, his voice a low, insidious whisper as he continued his relentless rhythm. "Feeling good now, slut? Like getting fucked like this? Moan for me if it feels good. How else will Daddy know how to make you feel even better? This new stuff is strong, soldier boy. No point fighting it. Just give in, be a good whore for me, and maybe I'll give you pleasure you never even dreamed of."
Hearing Alex's seductive words, John's drugged mind began to rationalize, to surrender. Yeah… it’s the drugs… gotta be the drugs making me feel this way… making me enjoy being fucked by a man… Just pretend… play along for now… deal with it later…
Unconsciously, John's tightly controlled breathing started to break, low whimpers escaping his lips. His powerful legs, almost of their own accord, began to wrap around Alex’s waist, pulling him closer.
Alex felt the shift in John’s body, the subtle surrender. He grinned triumphantly, then suddenly slammed his hips forward with brutal force, targeting John’s prostate relentlessly. "Feels good? Huh? Tell me!"
John finally broke completely. Eyes squeezed shut, his voice raw and hoarse, he groaned, "Nnngh… Yes… Good… So fucking good…"
"Good where? Use your words!"
"Behind… My ass… getting… fucked… feels too good…"
Alex reached up, grabbing John’s nipples again, twisting them hard. "Getting fucked by a man's big cock feels good, right? Getting all wet for it, dripping all over my shaft. That's not an asshole anymore, soldier boy. It's a pussy. A tight man-pussy made for taking cock!"
"Mmm… Pussy… Yes… Pussy… Big cock fucking my pussy… feels so good… Don't stop…" John’s usually deep, commanding voice was now laced with a husky, desperate edge that was incredibly erotic.
Hearing the proud soldier finally reduced to this, moaning filthily beneath him, filled Alex with intense satisfaction. So tough, huh? So disciplined? Look at you now, just a fucking whore taking my cock! All these muscle-bound guys, acting all stoic and hard, but underneath, they were all just cock-hungry sluts, desperate for a real man to break them.
He lowered his head, continuing to pound into John for several more minutes before finally roaring, burying his cock as deep as it would go, and unloading another massive shot of semen inside John’s violated body. He stayed embedded inside John afterwards, letting him feel the pulsing heat.
John, having never been cummed inside before, felt a wave of shame and panic mixed with the overwhelming physical sensation. He lay gasping for breath, trying to recover, when he suddenly realized with horror that the cock still lodged deep inside him was hardening again. "How… How are you hard again already…" he choked out, bewildered.
Alex just laughed cruelly. "Hahaha! Young buck like me? Got plenty of stamina!"
Alex commanded, his voice harsh, "Get up. Turn around. On your hands and knees! Like a dog. Fucks deeper that way!"
John's mind recoiled at the humiliating order, but his drugged, compliant body began to move before he could consciously decide. Throughout the awkward maneuvering in the cramped car seat, Alex kept his cock firmly embedded inside John, grinding and shifting, sending waves of pleasure through John that robbed him of any remaining strength or will to resist.
Once John was positioned on all fours, presenting his ass, Alex showed no mercy. He grabbed John's large, firm ass cheeks and began fucking him again, hard and rhythmically, slapping his flesh with each thrust.
"Nnngh… Ah ah… So deep… fuck… feels so good…" John gasped, his mouth hanging open, drool slicking his chin.
Alex thrust with a steady, punishing rhythm, his hands gripping John's hips. The slick heat of John's body clenched around him, muscles flexing involuntarily with each deep stroke. "This big fat cock’s got you wrecked, doesn’t it?" Alex growled, voice low and rough, a smirk tugging at his lips. He gave John’s ass a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the cramped backseat of the SUV. "Bet you’re already craving it again."
John’s breath hitched, his body shuddering as Alex’s cock drove into him, stretching the tight ring of muscle with a burn that blurred into pleasure. His insides felt raw, the sensitive tissue pulsing around the thick intrusion, every nerve alight. "Fuck… so good," he rasped, voice cracked and barely recognizable, nothing like the steady command he’d once carried. "Your cock… it’s too much… feels like it’s splitting me open… need it so bad."
Alex chuckled, dark and smug, his fingers digging into the taut flesh of John’s thighs. "Knew you’d turn into my slut the second I got inside you. Look at you, soldier boy, falling apart on my dick." He slowed his thrusts, letting John feel every inch drag against his inner walls, the slick friction igniting sparks deep in his core. "You gonna be my personal fuckhole now? Begging for this every damn day?"
John’s arms trembled as he braced himself against the seat, his body slick with sweat. The relentless pressure in his guts, the way Alex’s cock nudged against that sensitive spot inside, made his head spin. "Yeah… fuck, yes," he gasped, voice breaking. "My pussy’s yours… only yours. Fill it up… please…"
With a grunt, Alex yanked John’s wrists back, forcing his spine into a straining arc. John’s muscles screamed, his body completely at Alex’s mercy, the once-disciplined soldier reduced to a quivering toy. The stretch and pull of his insides around Alex’s cock was overwhelming, each thrust sending a jolt through the tight coil of nerves buried deep in his pelvis.
"Nngh… deeper," John moaned, his own cock twitching, leaking precum onto the leather seat. His orgasm hit like a freight train, his balls tightening as he spilled across the backseat, the release tearing a ragged cry from his throat. His inner muscles clamped down hard, spasming around Alex’s shaft.
"Jesus, you’re a mess," Alex laughed, voice dripping with mockery. "Cumming just from getting fucked? Look at this shit—you trashed my car." He slapped John’s ass again, the sting sharp against oversensitive skin. "What’re you gonna do to make it up, huh?"
John’s head hung low, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Sorry… felt too fucking good," he mumbled, voice thick with shame and need. "Couldn’t stop it… punish me. Use that big fat cock… I can handle it."
Alex snorted, leaning back against the seat, his hand lazily stroking his slick cock. "Tough guy, huh? Let’s see you prove it." He gave his shaft a slow pump, eyes glinting. "Get up here and ride it. Make that slut-pussy work for me."
The sudden absence of Alex’s cock left John hollow, a desperate ache clawing at his insides, the tender walls of his hole twitching with need. He whimpered, craving that thick, pulsing heat to fill him again. Lost in a haze of lust, he fumbled in the cramped SUV, muscles straining as he turned, braced his hands on Alex’s shoulders, and gripped Alex’s slick shaft. With a shudder, he lowered himself, the blunt head stretching his raw, sensitive rim, sinking deep into the tight clutch of his body.
The car was a sauna of sweat and sex, their bodies—John’s broad, chiseled frame and Alex’s lean, powerful build—pressed close, skin slick and burning. The musky scent, once repulsive to John’s disciplined senses, now flooded his mind, a primal trigger that drowned him in desire. He forgot the world outside, focused only on the stretch and burn of Alex’s cock, his hips rocking instinctively, riding with a shameless, fevered rhythm.
John’s gasps filled the air, his body pliant, every muscle yielding to the relentless pleasure. His nipples, hard and sensitive, grazed Alex’s chest, sparking jolts of heat as Alex’s fingers teased them. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies echoed, John’s inner walls gripping Alex’s cock, each thrust grinding against the swollen bundle of nerves deep inside, sending shocks through his core.
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At the house, Sarah paced, brow furrowed. “Where’s John? He’s been gone too long,” she muttered.
Megan glanced at Mark, who was fidgeting in the kitchen. “Didn’t he say something about heading downstairs? This place is huge. Maybe Matt could check?”
Matt, itching for something to do, nodded. “Sure, I’ll look.” He and Sarah headed downstairs, scanning the complex’s main areas with no sign of John.
Sarah pulled out her phone, dialing John. It rang endlessly before he picked up, his voice rough, strained. “H-hey, Sarah… what’s up?”
“John, where are you? What’s taking so long?”
John’s breath hitched, words stumbling. “Ran into… an old friend… catching up… ngh…” A low groan slipped out, barely muffled.
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “John? You okay? What was that?”
“Just… fooling around… you know, guy stuff… roughhousing…” he panted.
A faint laugh came through the line, another voice, low and mocking. “Pretty exciting, huh? Getting fucked while chatting with your wife? Look at you, taking it…”
John gasped, voice cracking. “Sarah… gotta go… talk later… ngh… bye.” The call cut off.
Sarah stared at her phone, unease curling in her gut. It rang again, and she stepped away from Matt to answer, her voice sharp.
Matt, left alone, lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly. His gaze drifted to a dark SUV parked nearby, rocking subtly, rhythmically. A smirk tugged at his lips—someone was getting busy. Curious, he strolled closer, eyes narrowing.
Inside, Alex spotted Matt approaching and grinned, leaning close to John’s ear. “Well, look who’s here. Your cousin-in-law. Wonder what he’d think, seeing his big, tough soldier getting his ass pounded.”
Panic surged through John, his heart hammering. “Alex… please… don’t let him see…” he begged, his hole clenching tighter around Alex’s cock, hips grinding harder in a desperate bid to please.
Alex’s laugh was cruel. With a flick, he cracked the tinted passenger window, just enough to tease. John yelped, twisting to hide his face, his arm shielding his features.
Alex kept thrusting, casual as he called out, “Yo, Matt! What’s good?”
Matt blinked, stunned. “Alex? Damn, didn’t know you were… uh, into car action.” His eyes adjusted, catching the scene, shock hitting as he recognized John’s frame, the soldier reduced to a writhing mess. “Wait… a guy? You’re into dudes?”
Alex’s grin widened. “Hell yeah. A tight man-pussy like this? Feels fucking unreal.” He smacked John’s ass, the sound sharp. “Show him, slut. Spread that pussy, let him see how you take this cock.”
John’s fear spiked, but the danger twisted into a perverse thrill, his cock throbbing painfully. He moaned, low and broken, bracing against the seat and arching his back, grinding down on Alex’s shaft, the slick drag against his insides driving him wild.
Alex pinched John’s nipple, twisting hard. “Feels good, doesn’t it? This pussy fought me at first, but now? Can’t get enough. You’re my fuckhole now, ready whenever I call. Built like a tank, but just a cumdump for cocks.” He thrust deeper, making John’s body jolt.
Matt watched, throat dry, his own cock straining after months of nothing. “That… really feels that good?” he croaked. “Never tried… ass before…” The sight of John—strong, masculine, broken by Alex’s cock—lit a fire in him, the power dynamic intoxicating.
Sarah’s voice called out, sharp and close. Matt spun, stepping back to meet her, his pulse racing.
“He’ll be back soon,” Sarah said, irritated. “Let’s head up.” Matt nodded, following, his mind spinning.
Alone again, John’s sob broke free, raw with shame. “You… bastard…”
Alex’s eyes flashed. He yanked out, shoving John sprawling across the seat. “Watch your fucking mouth! You’re nothing but a hole for my cock. Forgot who owns you? Talk shit, and you’re out.”
John trembled, the emptiness in his ass agonizing, the itch unbearable. His resolve crumbled, voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry… please, Daddy… forgive your whore…”
Alex sneered. “Better. When I want that pussy, what do you do?”
“Obey… ass up, ready for Daddy… anything to please you… just keep fucking me…”
Alex grunted, satisfied, and shoved his cock back in. John cried out, relief flooding him as the thick shaft stretched his aching hole, hitting that sweet spot. “Fuck… so good… Daddy’s cock… so big…”
Alex picked up speed, voice a low growl. “Not big enough if it doesn’t tame this slut-pussy.” He pounded harder, relentless. “Gonna let me visit you on base? Train my favorite soldier whenever I want?”
“Yes… come to the barracks… use me… whatever Daddy wants…” John gasped, lost in the haze.
Alex grinned, victory sharp in his chest. John was his now, broken and owned. He pictured it—bringing Jake, Nathan, maybe even Matt, making the cousins serve him together. His cock throbbed at the thought.
They fucked wildly in the SUV’s tight confines, the air thick with sweat and cum, until Alex finally spilled, leaving John wrecked, sprawled across the seat, body smeared and eyes glazed.
Alex adjusted his clothes, slapping John’s cheek lightly. “Get dressed. Go face your wife. Make up a story. I’ll call you soon.”
