A New Assignment
The gym showers at the high school were a steamy, dimly lit sanctuary. Jason and I were locked in a passionate embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of our desire matching the warmth of the water cascading over us. Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, tongues exploring and tasting, hands roaming.
Jason would pause for breath every few moments, his eyes darting over my shoulder to ensure no one was watching. The thrill of potentially being caught only heightened our arousal, making every touch more electric.
I whispered in Jason's ear, my voice low and urgent, "Please..I can do it quick."
He nodded, his voice a husky murmur, "Okay, but real fucking quick."
He guided my head down toward his cock, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation. The sight of his hard, throbbing shaft made my mouth water, and I eagerly took him in, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of his penis. The taste of him, the feel of him, it was intoxicating. I could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short gasps as he neared his release.
Sudden noises echoed into the room. We froze as we heard the squeak of the locker room door. Our hearts pounded in our chests as the sudden adrenaline surge made every sense heightened. We jumped apart, spreading out toward farther shower heads. We continued showering, pretending we hadn't been doing anything at all, our breaths coming in short gasps, our bodies still throbbing with unspent desire.
"Good morning, gentlemen," Thompson said casually as he walked in, his torso bare and his bottom wrapped in a towel. He moved with a confident stride, his solid frame well built and presented openly for both of us to see. I had never really noticed just how nice Thompson’s body was. He could probably lift me over his head and toss me to the other end of the room if he wanted. He casually removed his towel, revealing a massive, hung cock and smooth hanging balls. I couldn't help but notice his huge ass as well, his bubble cheeks slapping back and forth as he moved.
"Thank god for running water and generators," he nodded. He turned on a shower head in the space between Jason and me that we had created and began to shower with us as he continued. "God, that warm water feels good.”
I did my best to focus on the water streaming down above me, despite how large and erect Thompson’s cock had become in the running water. He used his soapy hand to stroke it a few times every once in a while, letting out an audible moan. Jason and I said nothing. As Thompson continued to suds up, his bar of soap shot out of his hand and onto the wet tile between us.
“Wanna get that for me, Matthew?”
“Um — I…” My nervous breath was cut short by Thompson’s firming tone.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
I carefully lowered myself to the ground and picked up his soap, which had only fallen mere inches from his feet. I could feel his cock firm in the air right next to my face. It took everything in me not to look closer. Back on my feet, I handed the bar back to Thompson.
“Thanks. So tell me men, how have patrols been?" he probed.
I responded first, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pounding of my heart. "We've made good ground. Stocked a lot of supplies for the group."
Jason agreed, his voice matching mine in its attempt at nonchalance. "Yeah, we've covered a lot of territory. Found some useful stuff."
Thompson nodded, his eyes never leaving ours, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "That’s good to hear, boys. I have some new assignments especially picked for you that I’d like you both to take on. Jason – I want you to meet with Officer Kole when you’re done showering. Matthew – meet me in my office at 10:00."
We both nodded, our hearts still racing from the close call and the unexpected intrusion. Thompson continued to shower, his massive form casting a shadow over us as he moved. The water streamed down his body, highlighting every muscle, every line.
As we finished our showers in silence, the weight of Thompson's presence and the new assignments heavy on our minds. I stole a quick nervous glance at Jason. The memory of our passionate encounter was still fresh, the taste of him still on my lips, the feel of his body still imprinted on mine. We knew we had to focus on the tasks at hand, but the tension between us was palpable, a constant reminder of the connection we shared, a connection that was both exhilarating and dangerous.
I stood nervously in Thompson's office, the door shut firmly behind me. The room was dimly lit, the blinds drawn to keep out the prying eyes of the world outside. Thompson was dressed in a set of army pants and a tight white tank top, his dog tags glinting in the low light. He moved with a confident stride, his muscles rippling with each step as he circled around me, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Alright, Matthew, time to talk about new assignments," he began, his voice steady and authoritative.
I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness churning in my stomach. "Of course, I will be of service to the group anyway I can."
Thompson's lips curled into a slight smirk. "Well, you see, Matthew, that's exactly what this is about. Service. We all provide services based on our strengths. I coordinate in line with my police and military training. Officer Kole trains us with weapons and keeps our armory maintained. Officer Hernandez repairs our vehicles. We all play a role. And you have some special skills of your own, Matthew."
I felt a cold sweat trickle down my spine as he continued, my mind racing with thoughts of being kicked out for the things that Jason and I had been doing on patrols. Thompson's voice was calm, almost casual, as he spoke.
"I've heard about some of your adventures with our friend Jason on your patrols. Some interesting tales of sounds coming from your room at night. Explorations in the shower."
I sat nervously, facing away from Thompson. My heart raced as he continued to list the things we thought we had done so good at keeping private. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Thompson continued, his voice low and measured.
"You may have noticed, we don't have any women here right now. That's just the way the cookie crumbles, I suppose. We are grateful for the men we have. But my men have needs too. And they have reached a point of desperation, you could say."
He paused, letting his words sink in. I could feel the blood draining from my face, the implications of his words sinking in like a heavy weight.
"That's why we need you, Matthew. We need your enthusiasm to provide… service. Understand what I'm saying?"
The room seemed to spin around me, the words echoing in my mind. Thompson's expectations were clear, and the weight of them pressed down on me like a physical force. I sat there, frozen, my mind racing with a mix of shock, fear, and a twisted sense of curiosity.
“Oh now? Why so quiet? Don’t act like you aren’t interested. Couldn’t keep your eyes off my dick an hour ago. I bet you’re thinking about it right now.” He paused for a moment to jostle his thick bulge loose in his pants.
“Or maybe you want to sniff these pits? I heard your kind like that.” He lifted up his bicep to expose a bushy patch of blonde hair. My cock twitched. He was right. I hated that he was right.
Thompson glanced at his watch, his expression serious. "Alright, Matthew, come with me," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I followed him, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of his earlier words heavy on my mind. We headed down the hall, the fluorescent lights casting an eerie glow on the worn-out lockers and peeling paint. The air was thick with the smell of sweat.
We entered the athletic suite, the weight machines coming into view as we walked toward the wrestling pit. The red and blue padded mats covering the floor and walls gave the room a surreal, almost theatrical feel. I could hear someone moaning in the pit, the sound muffled but unmistakable.
Thompson smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes, as he guided me into the pit. The sight that greeted me was both shocking and erotic. Jason was naked, his body glistening with sweat, his ass arched up in the air in a classic doggy style position. Officer Kole stood above him, his massive cock slick and throbbing. He greeted me with a devilish grin before sticking it back up Jason’s hole, pounding into him with fierce intensity. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, a primal symphony of desire and dominance.
I stood frozen, my eyes wide with disbelief and arousal. Thompson's hand rested on my shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "Hernandez!" he shouted.
Officer Hernandez appeared from around the corner, his cock already out and ready, a stern look in his eyes. He had beautiful tanned skin and a thick bush of dark brown hair. He moved towards me, his steps deliberate and purposeful. Without a word, he roughly flipped me down onto the floor next to Jason. The impact with the mat was jarring, but the shock of what was happening kept me from reacting.
Hernandez positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with a firm, unyielding grip. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my hole, slick with lube. Before I could process what was happening, he plunged his dick all the way against my prostate, a grunt of satisfaction escaping his lips.
The sudden, intense pressure made me gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel every inch of him as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans.
Thompson watched, his eyes never leaving us, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "This is your service, Matthew," he said, his voice low and commanding. "We all have our roles to play.” Thompson had removed his pants and had begun stroking himself as he watched the scene unfold.
I took a deep breath, steading myself for what was to come. The sight of Jason, his body writhing in pleasure, his moans filling the air, was exhilarating. And knowing how horny Hernandez was, how deep he shoved his cock into me. The desperation. Thompson watching us with careful precision. That was turning me on too.
As Hernandez continued to pound into me, I could feel my body responding, my cock hardening despite the confusion swirling in my mind. The room was a haze of desire and dominance, and I knew that there was no turning back. This was my role, my service, and I had to see it through.
Officer Kole's grunts grew louder, his movements more urgent. With a final, shuddering groan, he came, his body convulsing as he spilled his release into Jason's hole. "Like my cum, big guy?" Kole said breathlessly, his voice hoarse with exertion. "Look at you, fucking riding this cock. Now clean me up like the good cocksucker you are."
Jason, his breath coming in ragged gasps, crawled over to Kole's cum-covered cock. He looked up at Kole, his eyes filled with a mix of submission and desire, before taking the shaft into his mouth. He cleaned it meticulously, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, his lips sucking gently.
Thompson's voice cut through the heavy air, his tone commanding and authoritative. "Alright, Jason, now your turn to help here."
Jason, still on his knees, looked up at Thompson who stood over him, his tank top now on the ground too as he began to play with his firm nipples. Without a word, he grabbed Jason's head and forced his mouth onto his shaft. Jason's eyes widened in surprise, his lips wrapping around Thompson’s thick member.
I watched as Thompson began to fuck Jason's mouth, his hips moving in a brutal, relentless rhythm. The sound of slurping and gagging filled the space. Jason's body jerked with each thrust, his hands gripping Thompson's thighs for support. I looked down for a moment, a gasp escaping my lips as Hernandez shoved even deeper into me.
Thompson's grunts grew louder, his movements more urgent. He was using Jason's mouth with a fierce intensity, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock disappearing between Jason's lips. His body began to tense, his grip on Jason's head tightening. With a final, shuddering groan, he came, his release spilling down Jason's throat and overflowing onto the mat. Jason coughed and sputtered, his body convulsing as he struggled to swallow every drop.
Thompson pulled out, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked down at Jason, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy. That's the spirit of service we need.” Thompson gave Jason a firm slap across his face before caressing the same spot with a soft rub. “Get the fuck out of here. We’ll send your boyfriend back when he’s done.”
Hernandez was breathing heavily now and commanded me to get on my back as he slid his throbbing dick out of my ass. He told me he was going to cum on my face like the little slut I was. And he did. This load spewed all over my face in thick ropes. Once he was done, he kneeled down and rubbed some of the cum onto his fingers before sticking them down my throat until I gagged. “What a good little slut.” He grinned. Herndanez left the room, leaving my cum soaked body laying naked on the mat. Thompson leaned against the wall and stared at me. He was still breathless from the orgasm he just had.
“Sorry you couldn’t get your mouth on my cock this time. Jason just seemed ready. I know I teased you all morning for it.” Thompson spoke, a surprisingly endearing tone for such an egotistical remark.
“That’s alright sir.” I said quietly.
“Why don’t you come over here and help me get dressed.”
At this point, I knew that any demand he gave would not be voluntary. I stood and walked over to his clothes scattered on the floor. First, picking up his soiled jockstrap.
“Give it a sniff. “ He said.
I obliged, inhaling the musky scent of the sweat stained fabric. I then lowered myself to his legs and began to slide the underwear up and over his bulky thighs onto his flaccid cum soaked cock. Then his pants and tank top. When I finished tightening his belt, Thompson gently grabbed my hand and held it against his pecs, encouraging me to rub them softly.
“I’ve changed my mind. I think Jason has plenty of service to provide for the group. I think I want you to be my special treat. I bet you’d like that. Now why don’t you give me a kiss and get the hell out of here.”
I paused for a moment, and then leaned into Thompson as he stuck out his tongue and began sucking on my lips. He gave me a firm slap on the ass as I walked out and it was done.
Jason was sitting on the edge of our bed when I entered our room. I sat next to him in silence, resting a hand on his thigh.
“I don’t know what’s worse, Matt. That our safe space has now been invaded. Or that a part of me liked it.”
“I’m not judging you. There’s something about their energy, their need for it. Maybe it gives us power. More than we think.”
Jason paused. “Not sure how sustainable this is though. Being treated like little sex slaves. Not exactly the paradise we imagined for ourselves.”
“We can’t stay here.” I declared. “That much is obvious. But maybe we should ride it out for now. Figure out our next steps. See what else we can learn about what the hell is even going on. Seems like we are the only one’s that care about that.”
Jason nodded in agreement. “No shit. All these fuckers want to do is gather more supplies. And blow their loads apparently. We gotta play it smart.”
“Oh believe me, I’ve got plenty of ideas.”
TO BE CONTINUED
