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Stephen obediently unzipped the Commander’s pants and pulled his cock out. It was just starting to thicken.
Stephen licked at the tip then took the head into his mouth and suckled it. Stephen had a wonderful, mobile tongue, and had become quite adept at using it for this purpose. What a difference from his first time! Back then, he had gagged and sputtered, had been unable to keep his teeth covered with his lips.
Mild starvation and being locked in the trunk had whipped him into shape quite nicely.
The Commander closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensations. His hand fell to Stephen’s head, and he petted the long, golden hair. Stephen had not been permitted to cut it, and it was now down to his shoulders. The Commander petted those shoulders as well, which were smooth as silk, and less bulky than they had been previously.
Stephen no longer got much in the way of exercise, and the hard muscles he had developed from his military training had softened considerably.
The Commander had allowed him to keep his body hair, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he would do so. He had a craving to run his hands along Stephen’s smooth, hairless balls.
When Stephen had the Commander’s cock halfway in, his tongue still in constant motion, the Commander put a restraining hand on his head.
Stephen blinked up at him in confusion. His mouth was still stretched lewdly over the Commander’s wide girth. The Commander stared, transfixed, the image burning into his brain. It would be used later on, he knew, for masturbation purposes –
perhaps during those long, lonely nights on the combat field.
“We’re doing something different today, Stephen,” he said as he withdrew (with only the slightest hesitation) from Stephen’s mouth.
His cock was red and glistening, which was also a pleasing sight. “Please get on the bed.”
Stephen’s eyes widened; he stared up at the Commander.
The Commander once again caressed the shining hair. “Now, Stephen,” he said gently.
When Stephen still didn’t move, the Commander made a noise of disapproval and frowned at the slave kneeling at his feet.
“Do you need more time in the trunk, then?” he murmured quietly, as though thinking out loud. “Or perhaps it is back to the slave pens for you?”
Stephen emitted a choking noise, but still made no move towards the bed. His face was filled with fear.
The Commander knew why he was afraid. As soon as he had spotted Stephen in the group of prisoners, he had made it clear that Stephen should remain untouched.
His word was law, and no one would dare go against it. Thus, he knew Stephen had not been raped in transit. On the other hand, he must have seen others – his fellow soldiers – violated. It had probably been an unpleasant experience for him.
Nonetheless, this recalcitrance must, like his other resistance, be forced out of him.
“On the bed, Stephen.”
To the Commander’s relief, Stephen rose shakily to his feet. He was naked, his own penis hanging limply down. He swayed as he stood, but the Commander did not put out a hand to steady him. Nor did he offer assistance as Stephen stumbled to the bed.
The Commander was still fully dressed, only his breeches open. He was also still hard, his dick bouncing lightly as he stepped across the wooden floor. He loomed over Stephen
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “Facing away from me.”
“What?” Stephen cried out, too frightened to keep silent as he had been bidden. “No! Please, sir! I can’t! I don’t want
– “
“Stephen!” He put all the authority of his position as High Commander into his voice. “What did I say about talking out of turn?” Once again, he ran a tender hand through Stephen’s hair, the gentle touch at odds with the harsh tone.
“Your job – your only job – is to obey me. On your hands and knees, facing away from me. Now!”
A tear leaked out of Stephen’s right eye, tracking down his cheek. It was an unbearably erotic sight.
The Commander’s voice was husky with arousal when he said, “I’m waiting, Stephen. Please do not try my patience any further.”
Shaking with fear, Stephen slowly turned around and assumed the position. His spine was bowed upwards and his thighs were pressed tightly together.
“Now, now, Stephen,” The Commander tutted, a smile in his voice. “Spread your legs. As widely as you can.”
Stephen shuffled his knees a few inches apart.
That wouldn’t do at all. It seemed that Stephen would need more hands-on encouragement. The Commander took hold of Stephen’s thighs and ruthlessly spread them.
“When I say wider, Stephen, I mean it. It would behoove you to follow my instructions with a little more care.”
He lay a light hand on Stephen’s back; Stephen twitched violently beneath him.
This, also, was a beautiful sight, that golden expanse of skin, shivering madly. Stephen was quite delicious, when all was said and done. It was the reason he had been chosen, after all.
The Commander pressed in, massaging Stephen’s spine. He did not want to set a precedent of coddling Stephen, but, as with a fractious horse, sometimes gentling was the best strategy. If Stephen’s mind snapped from the strain, the Commander would have to start all over again with a newly purchased slave, an altogether tedious (not to mention expensive) prospect.
He leaned in to kiss one gorgeous shoulder blade, leaving a trail of kisses as he worked his way up. When he reached Stephen’s neck, he nuzzled into the sweet-smelling flesh. He was pleased that Stephen had used the special soap as directed.
The Commander reached around to tip Stephen’s head to the side so he could kiss those pink lips. When he nudged at them with his tongue, Stephen parted them readily.
Ah, he had chewed on the mint leaves too. Excellent.
Up to this point, he had been careful to keep his erection away from Stephen’s body, but as the kiss deepened, he relaxed, leaning into Stephen. The leaking tip of his cock rubbed against Stephen’s skin.
Stephen instantly tensed up. The Commander broke the kiss, but only to pull his head back a few inches. He looked directly into Stephen’s wet eyes and murmured, “My beautiful boy.” He caressed Stephen’s face, leaned in to press a kiss to Stephen’s wet cheek.
Then he sat up, leaning back on his haunches. Like this, the view was even better, Stephen’s ass right below his face.
Practically drooling in anticipation, the Commander coated one hand liberally with oil, leaving the bottle at the ready. With the other, he separated the cheeks, stretching them apart to find the prize within. There it was, Stephen’s gorgeous, virgin hole; furled so tightly, it was hard to imagine anything would fit inside it.
The Commander licked his lips.
Pushing Stephen’s thighs even further apart, he held the cheeks open with one hand, while he used his oily index finger to circle the hole. Stephen whimpered, but the Commander ignored him.
He continued to rub round and round, every few rotations deepening the pressure until, at length (it felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes at the most), he could wiggle the tip inside.
Stephen gasped, but the Commander barely heard it. All his focus was on the warm, tight hole he had now gained access to. Just the thought of having his cock inside had his hips jolting forward. He forced them backwards, even as he continued to move his finger in a circular motion, pressing against the thick muscle on all sides.
This was taking a great deal of patience, but the Commander knew it would be worth it in the end.
And it was. An interminable period later, Stephen gasping and sweating all the while, the Commander finally inserted his third finger into that tight ass, now dripping with oil.
Jesus! The sight of his fingers disappearing into that space nearly had him blowing his load right there. It was all he could do not to take matters into his own hand and jerk himself off, or swing Stephen back around and jam his dick into that sweet, sweet mouth.
But, no. That’s not what he wanted tonight.
And it wasn’t too much longer before he was lining his cock, redder than ever, up with that hole.
“No!” Stephen whined, crying in earnest now.
The Commander tightened his grip on Stephen’s hips and pushed harder, forcing the head in.
God, Stephen was still so tight. Almost painfully so. But it was the right sort of pain – the kind that sent tendrils of pleasure shooting up his spine.
He contented himself with thrusting gently, just the head, hardly moving at all in either direction, but enough to give himself some tantalizing friction. The pressure built so beautifully as he rocked back and forth.
And the sight! His thick cock, disappearing between those cheeks; Stephen’s back, now gleaming in the lamplight; that shining hair, damp with sweat! It was – it was the best he had ever had, better, even, than the whores of Markstand.
He could come like this he knew it. But he wanted more. He wanted to be deep inside of Stephen, his balls slapping Stephen’s ass; he wanted the feel of his cock being fantastically compressed on all sides.
“Relax, Stephen,” he rasped.
The words made no difference. By this point, Stephen was too far gone to even try. He was clutching onto the sheets and babbling something under his breath, probably a prayer. The thought only inflamed the Commander, had him pushing harder, faster. Soon, he would be the only god Stephen prayed to.
He clenched his hands into those lush hips to anchor himself and thrust as hard as he could, jolting abruptly forward, deep into Stephen.
Stephen cried out in pain, but it was a distant sound for the Commander, wholly lost in the pleasure he was experiencing.
Then (he couldn’t stop himself), he was thrusting wildly in and out, heedless of Stephen’s cries of distress. It felt like hardly any time at all before he came with a low grunt, the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave through his body, nearly overwhelming him.
Christ, that was good!
Panting heavily, he collapsed on top of Stephen, forcing him flat onto the bed.
Stephen’s body quivered helplessly beneath him, and that, too, was good. He kept his softening dick inside Stephen’s spasming ass, milking it for every last drop of pleasure.
He smiled into Stephen's neck, kissed one hot cheek (soaked with the tears still dripping out of his eyes), held Stephen still beneath his own, much heavier body.
He’d wait a little while and then have another go.