Chapter 4: A run and a shower
The sun was a harsh, unforgiving orb in the sky, its rays beating down on the cadets as they jogged through the dense bushland surrounding the barracks. The air was thick with humidity, the scent of damp earth and wildflowers filling Finn's nostrils as he pounded the ground beneath his feet. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to keep up with the others.
Jensen ran effortlessly in the lead, maintaining the pace with long strides. Lane scampered quickly afterwards, bursting with energy.
Finn, despite his best efforts, lagged behind, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his shirt clinging to his skin. His legs ached, his lungs burned, but he pushed on, determined not to be the last one.
As they neared the barracks, Jensen suddenly stopped, turning to face the group. "Last one back to the showers has to clean the latrines for a week," he declared, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Finn's heart sank. He knew he wouldn't make it back in time. He could already feel the exhaustion in his muscles, the burn in his lungs.
He pushed himself harder, his legs pumping, his arms swinging, but it was no use. Jensen and Lane were already disappearing into the barracks, their laughter echoing behind them.
Finn stumbled into the showers, his chest heaving, his body drenched in sweat. He was the last one, just as he had feared. He leaned against the cool tiles, trying to catch his breath, trying to ignore the ache in his muscles.
"Look who it is," Jensen's voice drawled from the other side of the showers. He was already naked, his lean body glistening with water. His cock was relaxed but long, the rivulets of water cascading down his lean limbs. Finn took in the sight, then looked away, embarrassed, and focused on shedding his clothes for the shower.
He took off his running gear, and headed for the furthest corner of the showers, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He focused on a corner of the tiles as he soaped himself up.
He could feel the heat of the water, the way it slid down his skin, the way it made his muscles relax. He was just starting to feel at ease when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey, pretty boy," Jensen's voice drawled. "You're taking up too much space. Move over."
Finn turned to see Jensen standing behind him, his lean body glistening with water. His cock was semi-hard, hanging heavy between his legs. Finn could feel his own cock stirring at the sight, despite himself.
"I-I'm almost done," Finn stammered, turning back to the tiles.
Jensen scoffed. “You came last on the run. While I came first. So that means you have to do whatever I tell you to do. I’m kinda hot and sweaty after the run, so I think you can help clean me up.”
Jensen smirked, his fingers tracing the curve of Finn’s shoulder. “You’re good at that, aren’t you? Making things clean?”
“Come on, pretty boy,” Jensen coaxed, his voice low and teasing. “You know you want to. You’ve been staring at my body since we got here.” He stepped closer, his body heat radiating against Finn’s skin.
“My legs are all sweaty from the run” Jensen continued. “So why don’t you help me soap them clean.”
Jensen grabbed Finn’s head by the hair, and forced Finn to his knees. “Go on. Soap my legs clean,” Jensen ordered.
The scent of sweat and soap and something darker, something primal, filled Finn’s senses. Jensen’s fingers trailed down Finn’s chest, his touch light but possessive, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Finn’s breath hitched, his body betraying him as his cock twitched in response.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” Jensen murmured, his voice rough with desire. “All flushed and nervous. It’s hot.”
Finn’s cheeks burned, his pulse pounding in his ears. He should have pulled away. He should have told Jensen to stop. But something inside him, a deep urge, kept him rooted to the spot.
Jensen’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to make Finn’s scalp tingle. The pain was sharp, but it only made his cock stiffen further, pressing against his stomach.
“You like this, don’t you?” Jensen’s voice was low, mocking. “You like being on your knees for me.”
Finn’s breath hitched. He should have denied it. Should have pushed him away. But the truth was, he *did* like it. The way Jensen’s fingers dug into his scalp, the way his cock hung heavy and thick just inches from Finn’s face—it made his mouth water.
Jensen gave Finn a bar of soap. “Ok lather me up and clean my legs,” Jensen ordered.
He spread his legs slightly, his cock hanging thick and heavy between them. Finn could feel the heat of Jensen’s gaze on him, the way it burned into him, making his skin prickle with awareness.
Finn’s hands trembled as he took the soap, the bar slick and smooth in his palm. He rubbed it between his hands, working up a thick lather before reaching for Jensen’s leg. His fingers brushed against Jensen’s skin, and he could feel the heat of it, the way it radiated against his own.
Finn’s began to soap Jensen’s leg, his fingers sliding over the lean muscle, the smooth skin.
Finn started on Jensen’s calves, rubbing the lather up and down the golden skin.
His fingers traced the curves of Jensen’s muscles, the way they flexed under his touch. The soap slid easily over Jensen’s skin, leaving a trail of suds in its wake. Finn’s cock was already hard, pressing painfully against his stomach, but he tried to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand.
Jensen’s breath hitched as Finn’s hands moved higher, soaping his thighs. The muscles there were thick and powerful, the skin smooth and warm. Finn’s fingers lingered, tracing the curves of Jensen’s legs, the way they flexed under his touch. He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body, the way it radiated against his own.
As Finn soaped Jensen’s thighs, he was aware of how close he was to Jensen’s cock, hanging long and semi-hard, radiating heat. Finn tried to put it out of his mind, tried to focus on washing Jensen’s legs clean.
But the longer he worked, the more his own cock throbbed, the more his fingers trembled. Jensen’s skin was hot under his touch, his muscles tensing as Finn’s hands slid higher.
“You’re doing good, pretty boy,” Jensen murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “But you missed a spot.”
Finn’s breath hitched as Jensen’s fingers suddenly tangled in his hair, pulling his head up. His cock was firmer now, thick and heavy, just inches from Finn’s face.
“You’ve done such a good job cleaning my legs” Jensen said, his voice low and mocking. “But my balls are all sweaty and sticky. I think you should clean them too.” Jensen’s voice was a dark purr, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair until his scalp burned with pleasure-pain. “Go on, pretty boy. Soap my balls clean.”
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing against his stomach. He had never done anything like this before—never been ordered to kneel, never touched another man like this, much less somewhere so intimate, never had a man’s fingers tangled in his hair. But the way Jensen’s voice dropped to a low, possessive growl made his pulse race.
“Lather up and wash my balls” Jensen commanded.
Finn swallowed hard, his cheeks burning, his fingers fumbling with the soap. He wasn’t sure if he could do this.
His fingers trembled as he squeezed the bar of soap, the scent of pine and lavender filling his nostrils. Jensen’s gaze burned into him, dark and hungry, his cock already thickening, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth golden skin.
"Don’t be shy now," Jensen murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You’ve got a job to do."
Finn’s heart pounded in his chest as he brought the soap to Jensen’s balls. He hesitated, his fingers hovering just above them. The sight of Jensen’s heavy, pendulous sacs made his mouth water—how could something so delicate and soft be so heavy and full? He took a deep breath and pressed the soap against them, rubbing gently.
The suds coated Jensen's balls, the lather sliding down his heavy sacs, dripping onto the tiles below. Finn could feel the heat of them, the way they moved in his hand, the way they tightened as he touched them. Finn had never held another guy’s balls before, never felt their weight and promise. He continued to lather and soap the soft skin, rolling Jensen’s balls in the palm of his hand.
"Fuck, that's good," Jensen groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "You've got a gentle touch, pretty boy. Just like I thought you would."
Finn's cheeks burned at the compliment, his cock throbbing at the praise. He continued to soap Jensen's balls, his fingers sliding over the smooth skin, the heavy weight of them in his palm.
"Now rinse them off," Jensen ordered, his voice thick with desire.
"I want them clean."
Finn nodded, his fingers trembling as he washed the soap away. The water ran over Jensen's balls, the droplets cascading down his skin. He could feel Jensen's gaze on him, burning into his back, his body.
"Good boy," Jensen praised, his voice a low rumble. "Now, you’ve made my balls nice and clean, but my cock is still hot and sticky. I think you need to clean that now.” Jensen’s voice was a dark command, his fingers still tangled in Finn’s hair, pulling just enough to make Finn’s scalp tingle.
Finn’s breath hitched, his gaze flicking up to Jensen’s face. The other cadet’s eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with desire. Finn could feel the heat radiating off Jensen’s body, the way his cock throbbed just inches from his face.
“You want me to...” Finn’s voice trailed off, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and something else, something darker and more primal.
“Say it, pretty boy,” Jensen growled. “I want to hear you say it.”
Finn swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I can’t” Finn stammered. “I’ve never touched another guy’s cock before.” Finn’s voice was barely a whisper, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He could feel Jensen’s gaze on him, hot and intense, his fingers still tangled in his hair.
“There’s a first time for everything, pretty boy,” Jensen said, his voice low and taunting. “And I’m gonna be your first.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing at the thought. He could see the thick, heavy length of Jensen’s cock, the way it hung just inches from his face.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Jensen coaxed, his voice low and teasing. “You’ve got to start somewhere.
And I want you to start with my cock,” Jensen said, his voice a low growl. “I want to feel your soft hands on it, pretty boy. I want to see how you handle it.”
Finn’s breath caught in his throat. He had never touched another man’s cock before, never mind one as large and long and heavy as Jensen’s. But there was something about the way Jensen was looking at him, something dark and hungry in his eyes, that made Finn’s own cock throb in response.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Jensen urged, his fingers still tangled tight in Finn’s hair. “You can do it. I know you want to. Lather up, and soap my cock till it’s clean.”
Finn took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.
He could feel the heat of Jensen's gaze on him, the way it burned into his skin, making his body tingle with anticipation. He reached for the soap, his fingers trembling as he squeezed it, working up a thick lather.
Jensen's cock was long and thick, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth golden skin. Finn could see the way it twitched as he approached, the way it seemed to grow even harder under his gaze. He took a deep breath and wrapped his soapy hand around the thick shaft, his fingers barely meeting as he gripped it.
"Fuck," Jensen hissed, his hips bucking slightly as Finn's hand closed around him. "That's good, pretty boy.
Now work it," Jensen growled, his fingers tightening in Finn's hair until his scalp burned. "Lather it up like you did my balls. I want my cock nice and clean."
Finn's breath hitched as he began to move his hand up and down Jensen's thick cock. His fingers slid over the smooth, hot skin, the veins pulsing beneath his touch. The soap slid easily, creating a slick lather that coated Jensen's cock. Finn could feel the weight of it in his hand, the way it pulsed and throbbed under his touch.
"Fuck, that feels good," Jensen groaned, his hips bucking slightly. "You're doing so well, pretty boy. Take my cock in both hands so you’re washing it all over.”
Finn obeyed, wrapping both his hands around Jensen’s cock.
He could feel the heat of it, the way it throbbed in his grip, the way it seemed to grow even harder as he touched it. He began to move his hands up and down, the soap making his grip slick and smooth.
“That’s it, pretty boy,” Jensen groaned, his hips moving in time with Finn’s hands. “You’re doing so good. You’ve got such smooth hands. They feel so good and tight around my cock.”
Finn’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, his cock throbbing at the thought. He continued to soap Jensen’s cock, his fingers sliding over the silky skin, the thick veins pulsing beneath his touch.
The lather coated Jensen’s cock, making it slick and slippery in his hands. Finn felt himself falling into a steady rhythm, pumping Jensen’s cock with both his hands.
The soap slid over the thick, veiny length, the heat of Jensen’s body radiating against his palms. His fingers curled around the base, his thumb brushing the sensitive underside of Jensen’s shaft. The other cadet’s breath hitched, his hips jerking slightly as Finn’s touch became more confident.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’re doing it right, pretty boy. Keep going.” His fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, pulling just enough to make his scalp tingle with a mix of pain and arousal. “I want to see you work that cock like you mean it.”
Again and again Finn pumped at Jensen’s cock, feeling it thrust back and forth in his fists.
The soap made his grip slick and smooth, allowing him to slide up and down the length of Jensen’s shaft with ease. The friction of his hands against the sensitive skin of Jensen’s cock was making Jensen groan in pleasure.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Jensen hissed, his hips bucking in time with Finn’s hands. “You’re doing so well, pretty boy. You’ve got me so fucking hard.”
Finn could feel it too. Jensen’s cock was rock hard in his grip, the veins throbbing beneath his fingers. He could see the way it twitched and pulsed, the head of it turning a dark, angry red.
Jensen began to thrust his cock back and forth in Finn’s hands, fucking Finn’s fists with Increasing force.
Finn could feel the power behind Jensen’s hips, the way they thrust forward, driving his cock into Finn’s hands again and again. The soap made his grip slick and smooth, allowing Jensen to slide in and out with ease.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Keep going. I want to see you worship my cock like you mean it.”
Finn’s cheeks flushed at the praise, his own cock aching in response. He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body, the way it radiated against his own, the way it made his skin prickle with awareness.
“I’m gonna cum” Jensen growled “I’m gonna fucking cum.” His hips bucked, his cock thrusting in and out of Finn’s hands with increasing force. “I want you to catch it, pretty boy. I want you to catch my load in your hands.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his own cock throbbing at the thought. He had never touched another man’s cock before, never mind brought him to the brink of orgasm. But there was something about the way Jensen was looking at him, something dark and hungry in his eyes, that made Finn’s own cock ache with desire.
“Come on, pretty boy,” Jensen urged, his voice a low growl. “I want to see you catch my load. I want to see you take it all, pretty boy,” Jensen grunted, his hips pistoning in and out of Finn’s hands. “I want to see you covered in my cum.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his own cock throbbing at the thought even as a spasm of fear cut through him.
He’d never been so close to another man cumming before, never mind been ordered to catch it. But the way Jensen’s hips jerked, the way his cock pulsed in his grip, the way his breath came out in ragged gasps—it was too much. He couldn’t stop now.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen groaned, his voice a dark, guttural whisper. “I’m gonna blow, pretty boy. I want you to catch it all.” His fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, yanking just enough to make his scalp burn. “I want to blow all over your face.”
Finn’s heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst. He tried to pull back, move away, but Jensen’s grip on his hair held him in place, kept his face right in the firing line.
The shower spray stung his cheeks, the cold water running down his neck, but none of it could cool the fire Jensen’s body had lit inside him.
“No, pretty boy,” Jensen growled, his voice rough with need. “You’re not getting away. You’re gonna take it all.” His fingers dug into Finn’s scalp, twisting just enough to make him gasp. “I want to see your face covered in my cum.”
Jensen roared as he hit his orgasm, his first ribbon of cum shooting from his cock.
It splattered across Finn’s face, hot and thick, the salty tang of it stinging his lips. Finn flinched, his breath catching as he tried to pull away, but Jensen’s grip on his hair was ironclad, his fingers twisting just enough to keep Finn’s face pressed against the thick, pulsing shaft.
“Fuck, *fuck*—” Jensen hissed, his hips jerking as another load erupted, this one hitting Finn’s cheekbone with a wet smack. The cum dripped down his chin, slick and glistening, and Finn could feel it trickling into the corner of his mouth.
Again and again the cum erupted from Jensen’s cockhead, splattering on Finn’s cheeks, his nose, his lips.
He could feel it dripping down his chin, the hot, sticky mess of it coating his skin. He tried to pull away, to wipe it off, but Jensen’s grip on his hair was unyielding, his fingers twisting cruelly, keeping Finn’s face pressed against his cock.
“Fuck, yeah, take it all, pretty boy,” Jensen groaned, his hips jerking as the last of his load pulsed out, dripping onto Finn’s lips. “Look at you, all covered in my cum. You look so fucking hot like that.”
Finn could feel the heat in his cheeks, the humiliation and the shame, but there was something else too.
Something dark and primal that made his cock throb, that made him want to touch himself, to relieve the pressure that was building inside him.
Jensen let go of Finn's hair, his fingers trailing down Finn's cheek, smearing the cum that coated his skin. "You look so fucking hot like that," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All covered in my cum. I knew you'd be a good little cumslut."
Finn's cheeks burned at the words, but his cock throbbed in response. He had never been spoken to like that before, never been used like that. But there was something about it that made him ache with desire.
Something about the way Jensen’s voice had dropped to a dark, possessive growl, the way his fingers had tangled in Finn’s hair, the way his cum had splattered across Finn’s face like a mark of ownership.
Jensen’s fingers trailed down Finn’s cheek, smearing the cum that coated his skin. "You like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You like being used like that."
Finn’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach.
He had never been spoken to like that before—never been called a cumslut, never had a guy’s cum splattered across his face like some kind of filthy trophy. But the way Jensen’s fingers traced the sticky mess down his cheek, the way his voice dropped to a dark, possessive purr—it made his body betray him.
“You like it,” Jensen murmured, his voice thick with amusement. “You like being marked by me.” His fingers slid down Finn’s throat, pressing just hard enough to make him swallow. “You like knowing I’m the one who owns you right now.”
Finn’s cheeks burned, and he fell back onto the floor of the shower, but his cock pulsed, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach.
“That was fucking incredible” another voice interjected. It was Lane, his eyes shining bright, his face filled with wonder. Lane had been watching the whole scene in the showers, eagerly consuming the show, but Finn had been too focused on Jensen’s cock to even notice.
Lane chuckled merrily. “It was so fucking hot seeing Jensen cum all over you.”
Finn, collapsed on the floor of the shower, looked up at Lane, the shower water splashing all over him.
Lane bent over Finn’s prone form. He reached out with one hand, and traced along Finn’s cheekbone with a finger, wiping up the cum on Finn’s face.
Lane inspected the pearly cream on his finger tip closely, then looked up at Jensen with a devilish sparkle in his eyes.
“We can’t let your precious load go to waste,” Lane said teasingly. “Let’s make him eat it.”
Jensen shot a glance back at Lane, with an evil glint. He nodded agreement. “Yeah let’s prove how much of a cumslut he really is.”
Jensen smirked, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair again as he yanked the younger cadet’s head back. Finn’s lips parted on a gasp, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach as Jensen forced his mouth open.
Lane knelt beside them, his fingers still sticky with Jensen’s cum as he traced Finn’s trembling lips. “Open up, pretty boy,” he coaxed, his voice bright and teasing. “You’ve got to clean up Jensen’s mess.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at Lane. The other cadet’s eyes were dark with hunger, his lips curled in a wicked grin.
Jensen’s grip on Finn’s hair tightened, forcing his head back further, exposing his throat. The water from the shower cascaded down Finn’s body, mixing with the sticky residue of Jensen’s cum that still clung to his skin.
Lane leaned in closer, his breath hot against Finn’s ear, a teasing smile on his lips. "You're gonna be such a good boy for us, aren't you?" he whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of Finn’s lips. "You're gonna lick every last drop of Jensen’s cum off your face, and then you're gonna swallow it all down." Lane’s eyes sparkled as he gave Finn a wicked grin. “You’re such a greedy boy needing to be fed.”
Finn’s cock throbbed painfully, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He could feel the heat of Jensen’s gaze on him, the way it burned into his skin, making his body tingle with anticipation. He could feel the water from the shower cascading down his body, mixing with the sticky residue of Jensen’s cum that still clung to his skin.
Lane’s fingers traced the outline of his lips, smearing the cum that had dripped down his chin. Finn’s breath hitched as Lane’s index finger pressed against his lower lip, forcing it open just slightly.
Jensen tugged at Finn’s hair roughly. “Open up, cumslut” he ordered.
Finn’s mouth opened a fraction, and before he knew what was happening, Lane had pushed a cum covered finger into his mouth.
The taste of Jensen’s cum flooded his senses, salty and thick, coating his tongue. Finn gagged slightly, his throat constricting at the unfamiliar sensation. Jensen’s grip on his hair tightened, forcing his head back further, his throat exposed.
“Swallow it, pretty boy,” Jensen growled, his voice rough with dominance. “You’re gonna take every last drop of my cum like the good little cumslut you are.”
Lane’s finger pressed deeper into Finn’s mouth, smearing the sticky residue of Jensen’s load across his tongue. Finn’s eyes watered, his throat working involuntarily as he tried to swallow.
The thick, salty taste of Jensen’s cum coated his tongue, making his stomach churn. He could feel the sticky residue clinging to his lips, the warmth of it seeping into his skin.
“Fuck, look at him,” Lane exclaimed, his voice bright with amusement. “He’s loving being such a greedy boy for us.”
Jensen’s grip on Finn’s hair tightened, yanking his head back further. Finn’s throat was exposed, his mouth open and vulnerable. Jensen’s other hand came up, his fingers tracing the outline of Finn’s lips before pressing inside, forcing them open wider.
“You’re gonna take it all, pretty boy,” Jensen growled, his voice rough with dominance.
Lane swiped another load of Jensen’s cum from Finn’s cheek with his fingers, and pressed it into Finn’s mouth.
Finn’s lips parted in a gasp, his tongue instinctively curling around Lane’s finger, lapping at the thick, salty residue. His throat worked as he swallowed, his eyes watering from the intensity of the taste.
“That’s it, pretty boy,” Lane coaxed, his voice keen and encouraging. “Clean up Jensen’s mess like a good little boy.” He pushed his finger deeper, smearing the last of the cum across Finn’s tongue. “You’re so hungry and greedy, aren’t you?”
Finn swallowed with a gulp, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach.
Lane steadily worked on Finn’s face, wiping up the cum with his fingers, and depositing it into Finn’s mouth.
Finn’s lips were parted, his tongue working to clean Lane’s fingers, his throat working to swallow the thick, salty load. Lane’s fingers traced Finn’s lips, smearing the cum that had dripped down his chin.
As Lane fed each load into Finn’s mouth, his resistance faltered, accepting the intrusion of Lane’s fingers and the pungent taste of Jensen’s cum. He began licking the cum off Lane’s fingers, consuming it with increasing hunger.
Finn’s tongue curled around Lane’s fingers, lapping at the thick, salty residue.
“Fuck, yeah,” Jensen groaned, watching Finn with dark satisfaction. “Look at him. Such a good little cumslut.”
Lane’s fingers pressed deeper into Finn’s mouth, smearing the last of the cum across his tongue. “You’re gonna swallow every last drop, aren’t you?” he coaxed, his voice gently teasing.
Finn sucked on Lane’s fingers, driven by a deep urge to eat every remnant of Jensen’s cum. It was as if a deep hunger had woken in him, an appetite that refused to be sated.
Finn’s tongue swirled around Lane’s fingers, lapping at the salty residue of Jensen’s cum with growing desperation. His throat worked, swallowing again and again, his body betraying him as his cock throbbed against his stomach.
Jensen watched with dark satisfaction, his fingers still tangled in Finn’s hair, keeping him in place. “Look at him,” he murmured, his voice rough with amusement. “He’s insatiable, the little slut.”
Lane smirked, his fingers sliding deeper into Finn’s mouth. “He’s such a greedy boy,” he agreed, his voice thick with lust.
“Look at him, Jensen. He’s so hungry for more. I think he needs to learn to take it from the source.” Lane’s eyes sparkled with playful lust. “Let’s teach him to suck my cock.”
Lane tugged playfully at his cock, which was hard, eager, glowing red with anticipation.
Finn, still collapsed on the shower floor looked up at Jensen and Lane. He flushed, and his stomach churned with uncertainty, his hunger mixed with anxiety and fear.
He wanted to run, to escape, but his body refused to obey. His cock was hard, aching, throbbing against his stomach, and his mouth watered at the sight of Lane’s swollen cock, the way it pulsed keenly in his hand, the way the veins stood out beneath the smooth skin.
Jensen smirked, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair as he yanked his head back, exposing his throat. “You’re gonna be such a good little cockslut for us, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “You’re gonna suck Lane’s cock like a good boy.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at Lane.
Lane’s cock was jaunty and hard, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth pale skin. Finn could feel the heat radiating off of it, the way it seemed to throb in Lane’s grip, the way it seemed to beckon him closer.
Jensen’s fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, pulling just enough to make his scalp tingle. He held Finn’s head tight, so he couldn’t escape, as Lane brought the head of his cock to Finn’s lips.
“Ok, let’s start the lesson” Lane said. He gave Finn a teasing grin. “Start by licking it.”
Lane’s voice was keen, encouraging. He pressed the thick head of his cock against Finn’s lips, smearing the salty pre-cum that had already gathered there. “Just a little taste. You’ll like it.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body trembling as he hesitated. The heat of Lane’s cock against his mouth was overwhelming, the musky scent of him filling Finn’s senses. He could feel the weight of Jensen’s hand still tangled in his hair, keeping him in place.
“Come on, don’t be shy,” Lane coaxed, his voice bright with desire. “You’ve already taken Jensen’s cum like a good boy. Now it’s my turn.” Lane’s voice was keen, teasing, but there was no mistaking the command in it. Jensen’s fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, tilting his head back so he was forced to look up. “Open that pretty mouth for Lane’s cock” Jensen ordered, firmer and more directive than Lane.
Finn’s lips parted on a shaky breath, his pulse hammering in his throat. The shower’s mist clung to his lashes, making his vision blur at the edges. He could feel the thick ridge of Lane’s cockhead pressing against his lips, the slit already glistening with pre-cum. The musky scent of him was intoxicating, thick and warm, filling Finn’s senses until he couldn’t think straight.
Lane’s cock pressed harder against his lips, the heat of it searing through him. Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst. He could feel the weight of Jensen’s hand still tangled in his hair, keeping him in place, the sharp sting of his grip making his scalp tingle.
Lane’s voice was eager with desire. “Open your hungry mouth for me, Finn, and stick out your tongue. Let me show you how good a cock tastes.”
Finn’s lips parted on a shaky breath, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He stuck out his tongue in supplication. The head of Lane’s cock pressed against Finn’s tongue, the smooth, velvety skin sliding against his taste buds. Lane gently wiped the tip of his cockhead on Finn’s tongue, smearing a drip of pre-cum across the surface.
Finn’s tongue twitched, tasting the salty, musky flavor of Lane’s arousal. His own cock throbbed painfully against his stomach, leaking pre-cum onto the tiles.
“Fuck, look at him,” Jensen murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement. “He’s practically begging for it.”
Lane smirked, Jensen’s fingers tightening in Finn’s hair as Lane guided his cock closer. “That’s it, greedy boy,” Lane coaxed, his voice keen with desire. “Lick my cockhead and up and down my shaft. Taste it all.”
Finn obeyed.
His tongue flicked out, tentative at first, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum that glistened at the tip of Lane’s cock. The musky, masculine scent of him filled Finn’s senses, making his head spin. His own cock throbbed and ached.
Lane groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Finn’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Fuck, yeah,” he exclaimed. “That feels so good. Lick it all up.”
Finn’s tongue worked eagerly now, lapping at the thick, pulsing shaft, tasting the salty residue of Lane’s arousal.
His lips parted around the head of Lane’s cock, his tongue flicking up and down the smooth, sensitive skin. He could feel the heat radiating from Lane’s body, the way his cock pulsed in his mouth, the way his breath came in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his voice thick with desire. His fingers tangled with Jensen’s in Finn’s hair, guiding his head up and down the length of his cock. “That’s it, greedy boy. Lick my cock so it’s nice and wet.”
Jensen’s fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat. “Look at him,” Jensen murmured, his voice dark and amused.
“He’s fucking loving it. He’s such a greedy little cockslut.”
Lane glanced across at Jensen and gave Finn a wicked grin. “You’ve done so well in the first part of the lesson. Now it’s time for the second part - I want you to lick my balls.” Lane’s voice was a light, teasing purr, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair. “I want to see your tongue wrapped around them, your lips stretched around my sac.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach. He had never been so close to another guy’s balls before, never mind been ordered to lick them. But the way Lane’s voice teased and encouraged him, the way his fingers tangled in Finn’s hair—it made his body betray him.
Lane’s fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat. “Look at him,” Jensen murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement.
“He’s practically trembling with need. You want to lick Lane’s balls, don’t you, pretty boy?” His fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, pulling just enough to make Finn’s scalp burn.
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach. He could feel the weight of Lane’s cockhead still pressed against his lips, the musky scent of him filling his senses. His throat worked, his tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum that still clung to the head of Lane’s shaft.
Lane smirked, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair. “That’s it, greedy boy,” he coaxed, his voice rough with desire.
“Come here and lick my balls like the good little cockslut you are.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he stared up at Lane’s cock, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth pale skin. His tongue darted out, hesitant at first, but Lane’s fingers tightened in his hair, guiding him forward. The heat of Lane’s body radiated against Finn’s face, the musky scent of him overwhelming.
“That’s it,” Lane groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Lick them, Finn.
*Now.*” Lane’s voice was bright but commanding, his fingers twisting in Finn’s hair until his scalp burned. “Show me how much you want it.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his throat working as he swallowed hard. His tongue darted out, hesitant, but Lane’s grip tightened, forcing his head lower. The heat of Lane’s body pressed against his face, the musky scent of him thick in the air. Finn’s lips parted, his tongue trembling as it finally brushed against the smooth, sensitive skin of Lane’s balls.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his hips jerking slightly. “That’s it, lick them.
Taste them,” Lane teased, his fingers digging into Finn’s hair, yanking his head down until his lips were pressed against the smooth, heavy sac. “Fuck, you’re so greedy, aren’t you? You want to swallow them whole, don’t you?”
Finn’s tongue darted out, tentative at first, but Lane’s grip tightened, forcing his mouth to open wider. The weight of Lane’s balls pressed against his lips, the smooth, sensitive skin warm and heavy. Finn’s breath hitched as he tasted the salty, musky flavor of Lane’s groin, the way it coated his tongue.
His lips parted around Lane’s sac, his tongue swirling around the heavy, smooth balls. The weight of them pressed against his lips, the heat radiating off of Lane’s body making his skin tingle.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his voice thick with lust. Suck my balls like you mean it.”
Finn opened his mouth wider to take one of Lane’s balls fully in his mouth.
His lips stretched around the smooth, heavy orb, his tongue swirling around it in a desperate attempt to please. The musky scent of Lane’s masculinity filled his senses, making his head spin with lust.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair. “That’s it. Take my whole ball in your mouth, greedy boy.”
Lane’s voice was a dark purr, his hips bucking slightly as Finn’s lips stretched around his sac. The weight of Lane’s balls pressed against Finn’s tongue, the smooth, sensitive skin warm and heavy. Finn’s throat worked, trying to accommodate the intrusion, but Lane’s fingers tightened in his hair, forcing him to take more.
Finn opened his jaw wider, and took Lane’s balls into his mouth.
The smooth, heavy orbs pressed against his tongue, the taste of sweat and musk flooding his senses. He sucked on them, rolled them with his tongue.
The weight of them in his mouth was heavy, the skin soft and warm. He could feel the pulse of Lane’s blood against his tongue, the way his balls tightened as Finn worked them. The musky scent of him filled Finn’s nose, making his head spin with lust.
"Fuck, yeah," Lane groaned, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair. "You’re such a good little boy. You love this, don’t you? You love having my balls in your mouth."
Finn moaned around them, the vibration making Lane’s hips jerk. The sound was filthy, the way Finn’s lips stretched around Lane’s sac, the way his tongue swirled around the heavy orbs.
“Ok, you’ve had your appetiser” Lane said brightly “now have your main course. Suck on my cock.”
Finn looked up at Lane, his head spinnning. He’d never imagined this kind of act before, never had such a thing in his mouth. He couldn’t see how he could fit the girth of Lane’s cock in his mouth.
The head alone was thick, the veins bulging beneath the smooth skin. Finn’s jaw ached just looking at it, but the way Lane’s fingers tangled in his hair, the way his voice teased and encouraged him—it made his body betray him.
“Come on, be a good boy,” Lane murmured, his voice cajoling and keen. “You know you want it. Don’t stop now.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest.
The weight of Lane’s cock pressed against his lips, the heat of it searing through him. His tongue darted out, tentative at first, tasting the salty-sweet pre-cum that glistened at the tip. The musky scent of Lane’s arousal filled his senses, making his head spin.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Finn’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “Open your mouth wider so I can fit my cock in.”
Finn obeyed, stretching his jaw wide. Lane pushed his cockhead through Finn’s parted lips.
The thick, bulbous head stretched Finn’s mouth wide, forcing his jaw to ache as it slid past his teeth. Finn gagged as the salty-sweet taste of pre-cum flooded his tongue, the musky scent of Lane’s arousal filling his senses. His eyes watered, but Jensen’s hands held his head and Lane’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place.
“That’s it,” Lane coaxed, his voice a teasing purr. “Take my cock like a good little boy. You’re doing so well.”
Finn’s lips stretched obscenely around Lane’s girth, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft as it pressed deeper into his mouth.
The salty tang of pre-cum coated his tongue, making his throat work involuntarily. Lane’s fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, yanking his head forward until the head of his cock bumped against the back of Finn’s throat. “Take it deeper, pretty boy. I want to feel your throat around my cock.”
Finn gagged, his eyes watering as the thick shaft slid further down his throat. His hands flew up, gripping Lane’s thighs for support, his nails digging into the firm muscle. Lane’s hips bucked, forcing his cock deeper, and Finn’s throat constricted around the intrusion.
His gag reflex kicked in, his body fighting the invasion, but Lane’s grip in his hair was unyielding. The musky scent of Lane’s arousal filled Finn’s nostrils, the salty tang of pre-cum coating his tongue as Lane’s cockhead pressed against the back of his throat. “That’s it, pretty boy. Take it all. Show me how much you love my cock.”
Finn’s hands gripped Lane’s thighs tighter, his nails digging into the firm muscle as he tried to steady himself. His throat burned, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe around the thick girth of Lane’s cock.
The shower’s mist clung to his lashes, making his vision blur at the edges, but he could still see the way Lane’s hips flexed, the way his cock slid deeper with every thrust. The musky scent of him was overwhelming, thick and warm, filling Finn’s senses until he couldn’t think straight.
Jensen held Finn’s head tight with his hands, so he couldn’t move, as Lane began to thrust his cock in and out of Finn’s mouth with a steady rhythm.
The wet, obscene sounds of Lane’s cock sliding in and out of Finn’s throat filled the shower, mixing with the hiss of the water and the ragged gasps of the three boys. Finn’s lips were stretched tight around Lane’s shaft, his tongue pressed flat against the underside as Lane fucked his face with increasing force.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his hips bucking harder. “Look at you, pretty boy. Taking my cock like a good little slut.” His fingers tightened in Finn’s hair, pulling just enough to make Finn’s scalp tingle with pain and pleasure. “You love this, don’t you?
Being used like a fucking cockslave.” Lane teased, his voice thick with lust as he watched Finn’s lips stretch obscenely around his shaft. “Look at you—so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of my dick.”
Finn’s throat burned as Lane’s cock slid deeper, the thick head pressing against the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he couldn’t pull away—not with Jensen’s hands gripping his hair, holding him in place. The shower’s steam curled around them, the hot water cascading down their bodies, mixing with the slick sweat of their skin.
Lane’s hips snapped forward, forcing his cock deeper, and Finn gagged, his throat constricting around the intrusion.
His eyes watered, but he didn’t pull away—not with Jensen’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place. The musky scent of Lane’s arousal filled his nostrils, the salty tang of pre-cum coating his tongue as Lane’s cockhead pressed against the back of his throat.
“That’s it, pretty boy,” Lane groaned, his voice rough with lust. “Take it all. Show me how much you love being my little cockslave.”
As Lane’s rhythm increased, Finn’s response subtly shifted. No longer was Finn just being battered by Lane’s cock, he was adapting to Lane’s rhythm, beginning to take his cock eagerly, accentuating his thrusts.
He was using his tongue, he was using his lips, he was using his throat, and he was using his hands. He was using everything he could to please Lane, to make him feel good. Lane’s cock was thick and heavy in Finn’s mouth, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin as he took it deeper and deeper with each thrust. The musky scent of Lane’s arousal filled Finn’s senses, making his head spin with lust.
Jensen watched with dark satisfaction, his fingers still tangled in Finn’s hair, holding him in place. “Look at him,” Jensen murmured, his voice rough with amusement.
“He’s fucking *loving* this. The little slut’s got a mouth made for cock.”
Finn’s throat burned as Lane’s thick cock slid deeper, his lips stretched obscenely around the girth. His tongue swirled around the underside of Lane’s shaft, tracing the thick veins that pulsed beneath the smooth skin. The salty tang of pre-cum flooded his mouth, making his own cock throb painfully against his stomach.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane groaned, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, Finn. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna be filled with my cum.”
Lane cried out as he approached his climax. Finn felt a spasm of fear at what was approaching, but he was too far gone, there was too much momentum to stop the freight train.
He was a passenger now, a passenger on a runaway train, and the only thing he could do was hold on tight.
Lane’s cock swelled in Finn’s mouth, the veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin. His hips bucked erratically, his fingers tangling in Finn’s hair as he forced his cock deeper. The head bumped against the back of Finn’s throat, making him gag, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he swallowed around the thick intrusion, his throat constricting as Lane groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah,” Lane cried, his voice rough with lust. “I’m gonna fill you up.”
He bucked a deep thrust into Finn’s mouth, and cried out, as his cock began to explode.
The first thick rope of cum shot from Lane’s cockhead, filling the back of Finn’s throat. Finn gagged, his eyes watering as the hot, salty load flooded his mouth. The taste was overwhelming—thick, musky, and bitter—coating his tongue, his throat, his very being.
“Fuck, *fuck*—” Lane groaned, his hips jerking as another load erupted, the cum flooding Finn’s mouth, thick and heavy, making him swallow involuntarily.
His eyes watered, his vision blurring as Lane’s cock pulsed again and again, filling his mouth with hot, sticky seed. The taste was overwhelming—salty, bitter, and musky—coating his tongue, his throat, his very being.
Lane groaned, his fingers tightening in Finn’s hair as he fucked his face through the last of his orgasm. “Fuck, yeah, take it all, you little cumslut,” he panted, his hips jerking as the final spurts of cum dripped from his cockhead. “Swallow every last drop.”
Finn’s mouth was flooded with Lane’s full load, the creamy boy juices filling his mouth. Finn felt himself dizzy, drowning in cum. There was too much for him to take, and he felt Lane’s cum spilling out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
He swallowed as much as he could, but it was too much, too fast. He felt it dripping onto his chest, mixing with the hot water from the shower.
Lane’s grip on his hair finally relaxed, and he pulled back, his cock slipping from Finn’s mouth with a wet, obscene sound. Finn gasped for air, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His mouth was filled with the taste of Lane’s cum, thick and salty, and he could feel it spilling over his lips, dripping down his chin.
“Fuck, look at you,” Lane panted, his voice rough with satisfaction. “You’re a fucking mess. You’ve got cum all over your face, your chin.” Jensen’s fingers traced a line down Finn’s cheek, smearing the thick, creamy residue of Lane’s load across his skin.
“You’re a real cum junkie, aren’t you.” Jensen’s voice was a dark purr, thick with amusement and something darker beneath it. “You need to be filled with cum.”
Finn glowed red with embarrassment and humiliation. He felt dizzy, overwhelmed with what had just happened to him, what he had submitted to, and what it had awakened in him. He felt marked and stained by Jensen and Lane’s cum, yet strangely exhilarated.
His cock was still aching, still hard, the head leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He could feel the sticky residue of Lane’s cum on his lips, his chin, his throat. It was disgusting and intoxicating all at once.
Finn’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Lane and Jensen, the two lads who had used and abused him, who still regarded him with unmitigated lust.
“You’re still so fucking hard,” Lane observed, his voice a low, teasing purr.
Lane reached down, his fingers stretching out to grasp Finn’s hard cock.
But before he could touch it there was a sudden loud scraping sound.
The door of the barracks swung open and Sergeant Major Matthews marched in. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the barrack showers and took in the scene: Jensen and Lane standing naked in the showers, with the prone form of Finn lying at their feet.
“What the hell is happening here” the sergeant major barked.
His eyes were wide with shock and anger, his face turning a deep shade of red. “Cadets, this is a fucking barracks, not a goddamn brothel! Get your filthy hands off each other right now!”
Lane and Jensen jumped back, their hands flying to their sides as if they’d been burned. Finn scrambled to his feet, his face flaming with embarrassment and humiliation. He could feel the sticky residue of Lane’s cum on his skin, the taste still thick in his mouth, and he knew he must look like a complete and utter mess.
The Sergeant Major’s eyes narrowed as he inspected Finn more closely, detecting the marks and stains of cum on his face.
His face darkened with a dangerous fury, his voice dropping to a low growl.
“Finn,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re supposed to be a cadet, not a fucking whore.”
Finn’s face burned with humiliation, but he couldn’t look away from Lane and Jensen, who were smirking at him, their cocks still half-hard from their earlier play.
“Sergeant Major,” Lane said, his voice calm and unaffected. “We were just—”
“Just what?” the Sergeant Major snapped, cutting him off. “I want all of you in my office right away. No delays, no excuses. This kind of disgrace needs to be thoroughly dealt with.”
“Into my office immediately” he ordered, before turning on his heel.