Chapter 7: Breaking Finn in
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The armoury was a cavernous space, its walls lined with the cold, metallic sheen of rifles, bayonets, and ammunition crates. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an unnatural, sterile glow over the room, their flickering light creating jagged shadows that danced across the steel floor. The air was thick with the scent of oil, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of sweat—an aroma that hinted at the bodies of soldiers and cadets who had worked in the space before. The heavy armoured door, its surface etched with rivets and bolts, had been slammed shut with a finality that echoed through the room, sealing them inside.
Sergeant Major Charlie Matthews stood in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the dim light from the hallway, his silhouette sharp against the fluorescent glow. His piercing blue eyes burned with a fury that was equal parts disappointment and something darker—something that made Finn’s breath catch in his throat.
Matthews inspected the three cadets lined up in front of him. There was Jensen, lean, tall and tanned, in only his briefs, poised and arrogant. Lane, his usual cheekiness temporarily subdued, his creamy compact body naked and glowing white in the light. And Finn, delicately pretty and nervous, his bare pale skin now glowing pink with shame and embarrassment, a mess of drying cum stained across his torso.
“What the fuck was the disgrace I saw in there” the Sergeant Major growled.
His voice was like thunder, echoing off the steel walls of the armoury. The cadets stood at attention, their eyes fixed straight ahead, but Finn could feel the weight of the Sergeant Major's gaze, burning into him like an iron brand.
“Speak up, soldier!” Matthews barked, his voice sharp as a whipcrack. “What were you doing with this... this...” he gestured to Finn, his lip curling in disgust, “this little pervert?”
Jensen, ever the arrogant one, stepped forward. “I saw what happened” he said, his voice steady and calm, coolly disdainful. “The newbie comes across as all innocent and shy, but I saw him take advantage of Cadet Lane while he was sleeping and groping his cock.” Jensen’s voice was calm, but there was a hint of malice in his tone, a satisfaction in seeing Finn in trouble.
Matthews’ gaze snapped to Finn, his eyes narrowing as he took in the drying cum on Finn’s chest. “Is this true, Cadet?” he growled.
Finn’s cheeks burned with humiliation, and he avoided meeting the Sergeant Major’s gaze. “Yes, sir,” he admitted, his voice cracking with anxiety, the pounding of his heart visible in a vein along his neck. “But I didn’t mean to—”
Matthews cut him off with a sharp gesture. “Silence!” he barked. “You will speak only when spoken to, Cadet.”
Finn snapped his mouth shut, his eyes downcast.
Matthews turned to Lane. “And what’s your explanation?” He growled.
“You were supposed to be keeping an eye on him, not letting him violate you in your sleep!”
Lane swallowed hard, his eyes flicking between Finn and the Sergeant Major. “I-I’m sorry, sir,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I was asleep, and then... then I woke up to Finn sucking me off, and... and I thought his urges needed to be brought under control, so I tried to milk him.”
Matthews’ jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with anger, as he switched his focus back to Finn. “Is that the case, cadet, that even after all your punishments earlier today, your urges are still out of control,” he growled.
“You’re a disgrace to this camp. A cumslut of a whore who can’t control himself.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing crimson. His stomach was churning, and his head dizzy from what was happening. He didn’t understand it, how someone who had always been shy and tightly contained could find himself in a situation like this. But he knew there was an underlying truth to the accusations, that uncontrollable desires had woken in him ever since he had arrived at this camp.
There was a part of him that wanted to be punished, to be broken, to be used. He had never felt so alive as he had been in the barracks, with Lane’s fingers in his mouth, with their cocks slick and glistening, with their cum dripping down his chest.
Matthews’ voice cut through his thoughts, his tone low and dangerous. “You will be punished for this, Cadet. You will learn discipline. You will learn control.” His gaze flicked to Lane and Jensen, and Finn felt a shiver run down his spine. “Both of you will help to administer his punishment.”
Matthews flicked a look at the hoist in the middle of the room. “Mount the cadet on the frame” he ordered.
“Secure his wrists and ankles.”
Jensen smirked, his long fingers flexing as he stepped forward. Lane hesitated, glancing between Finn and the Sergeant Major, his throat bobbing nervously. Finn’s breath hitched as Jensen’s gaze raked over him, lingering on the cum-stained skin of his chest.
“Do it,” Matthews growled, his voice low and commanding. “Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Lane swallowed hard, but he stepped forward, his fingers trembling as he reached for Finn’s wrists. Jensen grabbed his other side, their hands rough as they hauled Finn up and strapped him to the hoist’s crossbar.
The cold steel bit into his wrists, the restraints tight and unyielding. Finn’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he tested the restraints, finding them secure. He was completely at their mercy.
Matthews circled him like a predator, his eyes never leaving Finn’s pale slender body. “Now spread his legs and secure his ankles” Matthews barked.
“I want him spread wide enough that I can see every fucking inch of that tight little ass.”
Lane swallowed hard but did as he was told, his fingers shaking as he adjusted the restraints on Finn’s ankles. Jensen, smirking, stepped in behind him and helped, their hands rough as they pulled Finn’s legs apart, exposing his pale, trembling thighs.
The cold steel of the restraints dug into Finn’s skin, the metal biting into his wrists and ankles, making him gasp. His breath came in short, sharp pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He felt the cold air on his thighs, his groin, his buttocks, teasing the crack of his ass. He had never been so exposed and humiliated.
The fluorescent lights above cast a harsh, cold glare over his body, highlighting every inch of his pale trembling flesh. The armoury’s sterile silence was broken only by the sound of his rapid breathing and the faint metallic clink of the restraints.
Matthews stood before him, his broad chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. His piercing blue eyes burned with a dark intensity, his jaw set in a way that made Finn’s stomach clench. He looked like a storm about to break.
“You’re going to learn discipline,” Matthews growled, his voice low and rough.
“You’re going to learn what happens when you can’t control yourself.”
Finn’s breath hitched as Matthews stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the steel floor. The Sergeant Major’s broad chest pressed against Finn’s back, his breath hot against Finn’s ear. “You’re going to take every fucking thing we give you, aren’t you, you little cumslut?”
Finn whimpered, his body trembling beneath the restraints. His cock was twitching from the exposure, the head tingling as the cold air brushed against his sensitive flesh. The scent of gunpowder and sweat filled his nostrils, mingling with the musky aroma of Lane and Jensen’s bodies.
“All right, Cadet Jensen” Matthews growled “prepare this cadet’s ass to be broken in.” His voice was a low, rough growl, and Finn’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt the Sergeant Major’s hot breath against his ear. The scent of his cologne, something sharp and masculine, filled Finn’s nostrils.
Jensen smirked. His fingers traced the curve of Finn’s buttocks, then danced down the line of his crack. Finn’s buttocks were taut, creamy smooth and hairless, their pure white demonstrating how they had been unexposed, untouched, never violated. Jensen reached for the lubricant on the shelf. “Yes, Sergeant Major,” he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. “I’ll make sure he’s ready for whatever you have in mind.”
Lane swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he watched Jensen. “I’ll help,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I don’t want him to be hurt.”
Matthews chuckled darkly.
His fingers traced the curve of Finn’s hipbone, his touch rough but not unkind. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. “Now, Jensen, let’s make sure he understands discipline.”
Jensen pushed Finn’s butt cheeks apart, exposing him. Finn felt himself flushing, glowing scarlet. He had never had his most intimate parts exposed like this before, inspected like meat in a butcher’s shop.
The cold air of the armoury bit at his sensitive skin, making his nipples pebble and his cock twitch. He couldn’t help but clench as he felt the gaze of the Sergeant Major and the cadets scanning his ass.
Jensen gave a low whistle. “Look at that boycunt, Sir. It’s never been touched or used before.” Jensen’s fingers traced the valley of Finn’s ass, his voice dripping with amusement. “Look at his tight little hole, Sir. It’s so pretty, like a pink rosebud waiting to flower. It’s a virgin’s cherry needing to be popped.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body trembling violently. He could feel the heat of Jensen’s gaze on his most intimate part, his skin prickling with embarrassment and shame.
The Sergeant Major gave a growl of appreciation, a wisp of a smile passing over his lips. “Very fine, very fine” he murmured.
“I think it would be exquisite to pop this cherry, don’t you, Cadet Jensen? Like a flower blooming.” Matthews’ voice was a low rumble, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger.
Jensen chuckled, his fingers tracing the pucker of Finn’s asshole. “I’d be delighted to assist. Sergeant Major. I’ve always wanted to deflower a virgin ass.”
The Sergeant Major took a tub of lubricant from one of the armoury racks and handed it to Jensen.
“Make it slick and wet” he said crisply. “Prepare it to flower.” Matthews’ voice was a low growl, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity. “Make sure it’s well lubricated and ready for me to break this lad in.”
Jensen’s smirk widened, his long fingers popping open the lid of the lubricant. The room filled with the scent of the slick substance, an oily aroma of kerosene that mingled with the sharp tang of gunpowder and the sweat of their bodies. Lane watched, his eyes wide, as Jensen dipped his fingers into the lubricant, coating them in the glistening gel.
“Spread his cheeks, Lane,” Jensen ordered, his voice calm and steady, as if he was giving a command in a drill.
Lane hesitated, his eyes flicking to Finn, then to the Sergeant Major, who gave a sharp nod. Lane stepped forward, his fingers trembling as he reached for Finn’s buttocks, his thumbs pressing into the taut flesh, spreading him wide.
Finn gasped, his body tensing as he felt the cold air hit his most intimate part, his hole clenching instinctively. He could feel the weight of their gazes, the intensity of their stares, burning into him. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable.
Jensen’s fingers, slick with lubricant, pressed against his hole. Finn gasped, his body tensing as he felt the pressure, the pending violation.
His hole was tight, a virgin’s ring that denied Jensen’s fingers, resisting the intrusion. The cold lubricant made his skin slick, the sensation of being violated so intense it made his breath hitch.
“Fuck, look at him,” Jensen murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “He’s trying to fight it, isn’t he? Trying to keep his asshole closed.”
“No,” Finn gasped, his voice breaking. “Please, don’t—“ He clenched as hard as he could, repelling Jensen’s fingers. His face was flushed red with anxiety, his eyes flashing with a nervous defiance.
“He’s incredibly tight” Jensen explained to the Sergeant Major. “Really hard to get in without hurting him.”
The Sergeant Major frowned, and he paused as he assessed the situation. Then a cruel smile spread across his face as he identified a way through.
He leant forward until his lips were close to Finn’s ear, only a breath away. “You’ve got a bit of a spirit, cadet” he murmured. “I like that. It makes it all the more exquisite when you come around and I break you in.”
He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against Finn’s ear. “But I’m not going to force you, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m going to tease you and toy with you till you can’t bear it any more, till you are practically begging me to break you in. You’ll know when the moment has come, when you beg me to fuck you. That’s when you’ll be mine.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body trembling violently beneath the restraints, every inch of his conscious will wanting to resist the Sergeant Major. He could feel the cold steel of the hoist biting into his wrists and ankles, the sensation only adding to his humiliation.
But worst of all, he could feel his body betraying him, bending to the Segeant Major’s will, the warmth building in his cock, his balls filling, in anticipation of what was to come.
The Sergeant Major turned on his heal and went to one of the racks of equipment. He came back with two items: a thick metal ring, just over an inch in diameter, and a stiff rubber tube, around the same width and half a foot long, with dense spiralling ridges along its length, inside and out.
Finn stared at the equipment, his conscious mind spinning, uncertain about its purpose and meaning. But it was as if his cock had a separate mind, could understand on its own, as it began to swell in anticipation, growing quickly hard and eager.
A ghost of a smile passed the Segeant Major’s lips, as he observed how Finn’s cock was responding. “Very good, very good” he murmured “I knew your cock would come around to my point of view.”
Finn flushed red again, as he realised how much his cock was betraying him, a traitor to his dignity.
The Sergeant Major turned to Lane. “Start working on his cock with these” he said crisply, handing the ring and ridged rubber tube to Lane.
“And you” he gestured to Jensen “keep teasing his hole, till he begs you in.”
Matthews’ voice was a low, rough growl, his gaze fixed on Finn’s trembling body. “I want him to be dripping with need before I even touch him.”
Jensen smirked, his fingers slick with lubricant as he pressed them against Finn’s asshole once more. Finn’s breath hitched, his body arching slightly as he clenched his hole, resisting the intrusion. Jensen chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Finn’s ear.
“You’re going to love it when I finally get inside you,” Jensen whispered, his voice dripping with promise. “You’re going to love how it feels when I stretch you open.”
Finn whimpered, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
He could feel Jensen’s fingers pressing against his asshole, slick with lubricant, his body resisting the intrusion but his cock betraying him, growing harder and harder. The Sergeant Major’s voice was a low, rough growl, his gaze fixed on Finn’s trembling body. “You’re going to be begging me to stretch you tight and fill you up.”
Lane, his fingers trembling, took the metal ring and the ridged rubber tube from the Sergeant Major. He looked at Finn, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and desire. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt,” Lane said, his voice barely audible.
He looked at the equipment in his hands, his brow furrowed in confusion. “But what do I do with these?”
Matthews stepped closer to Lane, his voice low and commanding. “The ring goes around the base of his cock, Cadet. Tight enough that it keeps his cock full of his blood, making him harder and more sensitive. The tube, you’ll use to tease him, to drive him crazy with need. Force it on his cock, and run it up and down his shaft, twist it around his head. Make him desperate for release. But don’t let him cum. Keep him at the edge till he is begging for it.”
Lane nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. He stepped closer to Finn, his fingers trembling as he reached for Finn’s cock.
Finn’s breath hitched, his body tensing as he felt Lane’s fingers wrap around his shaft. Lane’s touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he slid the metal ring down to the base of Finn’s cock. Finn gasped as his swelling cock caused the ring to feel tighter, making his cock more engorged than ever before, throbbing and aching with a new, intense sensitivity.
“Fuck,” Finn hissed, his body arching as he felt the ring bite into his flesh. “That feels... fuck, that’s so intense.”
Lane looked up at him, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Finn nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
His cock was throbbing painfully, the metal ring biting into his flesh, causing his cock to swell ever harder, the sensation both agonizing and intoxicating. His head was spinning, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—humiliation, arousal, and a desperate need for release.
“Good,” Matthews growled, his voice low and commanding. “Now, Cadet Lane, use the tube.”
Lane swallowed hard, his fingers trembling as he took the ridged rubber tube. He looked at Finn, his eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. He took some of the lubricant and coated the inside of the tube thoroughly.
Lane took a deep breath and pressed the ridged rubber tube so that it took first the head, then the whole swollen shaft of Finn’s cock.
Finn gasped, his body arching as he felt the spiralling ridges against his sensitive flesh. Lane began to move the tube up and down Finn’s shaft, the ridges slick with lubricant, teasing and tormenting his cock.
“Fuck, that feels...” Finn’s words trailed off into a moan as Lane twisted the tube around his head, the ridges pressing against his slit, sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Finn felt waves of intense sensation wash over him from his cock, mixed with an intense humiliation that he could be so manipulated by some piece of crude equipment, like an animal in a pen.
“That’s it, Cadet Lane” Matthews growled, his voice low and encouraging. “Push him to the edge. Make him beg for it.”
Jensen’s fingers were still teasing Finn’s asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle, slick with lubricant.
Finn could feel his body begin to betray him, clenching and unclenching, his asshole starting to ask for more, despite his mind screaming at him to resist. The sensation of being violated, of being so exposed and vulnerable, was overwhelming, but there was a part of him that craved it, that wanted more.
“Please,” Finn gasped, his voice ragged with need. “Please, I can’t... I can’t take this.”
Matthews chuckled darkly, his voice a low rumble. “Oh, you can take it, Cadet. You can take everything we give you. Cadet Lane - take him to the edge, and keep him there.” Matthews’ voice was a low, commanding growl, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as he watched Finn’s body writhe and twist in its restraints.
Lane nodded, his fingers tightening around the ridged rubber tube as he increased the pace, twisting and turning it around Finn’s cock. The spiralling ridges teased and tormented Finn’s sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body arching and bucking as he fought against the overwhelming sensations.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Finn chanted, his voice ragged with need. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum—”
Finn’s voice broke into a desperate, pleading whimper as his cock jerked violently inside the ridged tube, his body trembling uncontrollably. The metal ring was biting into his flesh, making his cock harder than ever, and amplifying every sensation, making him feel like he was being tortured in the most exquisite way possible. His balls were drawn up tight, his cock throbbing painfully, and the pressure inside him was so intense that he could feel his cum building, ready to erupt at any moment.
But just as he was about to topple over the edge, Lane slowed down, his fingers easing off the pressure, letting Finn hover on the precipice of release.
"Please," Finn begged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, let me cum. I need... I need to cum."
Matthews chuckled darkly, his voice a low rumble. "Not yet, Cadet. You're not ready yet."
Jensen's fingers were still teasing and toying with Finn's asshole, testing the tight ring of muscle, slick with lubricant. Finn could feel his body responding, his asshole unclenching against Finn’s will, wanting Jensen’s fingers to tease him further, deeper.
His cock was throbbing painfully, the metal ring biting into his flesh, the sensation of being denied release agonizing. He could feel the heat of his own need, the slickness of his own precum coating his cock, making the ridged tube slide with ease.
“Please,” Finn begged, his voice ragged and desperate. “Please, I need to cum. Please let me cum.”
Matthews chuckled darkly, his voice a low growl. “You can take it, Cadet. Cadet Jensen, push him further.
Make him beg for your fingers inside him." Matthews' voice was a low, commanding growl, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as he watched Finn's body squirm and writhe in its restraints.
Jensen smirked, his fingers slick with lubricant as he pressed them harder against Finn's asshole. Finn gasped, his body tensing as he felt the pressure, the pending violation. His hole was tight, his ring denying Jensen's fingers, resisting being penetrated. But with each push of Jensen’s fingers, Finn could feel himself weakening, his body betraying him, his asshole unclenching, wanting more.
"Please," Finn gasped, his voice ragged with need.
His back arched, his body trembling violently as Jensen's fingers pressed harder against his asshole.
"Fuck, Jensen," Lane whispered, his fingers tightening around the ridged tube as he continued to tease Finn's cock. "He's so close. He's really at the edge.”
Matthews' voice was a low, commanding growl. “Keep him there. Jensen, push him a little further."
Jensen smirked, his fingers slick with lubricant as he pressed harder against Finn's asshole, and slipped the first knuckle of his digit finger through.
Finn cried out, his body tensing as he felt the sudden intrusion, the sensation of being violated for the first time sending a jolt of pleasure and shame through him. His cock throbbed painfully, the metal ring biting into his flesh, pushing him again to the edge of cumming.
"Fuck, yes," Jensen hissed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at that tight little hole. It's so fucking hot, Sir. It’s being taken for the first time. It's like a vice, pulling me in, squeezing my finger."
Matthews growled in approval, his eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as he watched Finn's body squirm and writhe in its restraints. "Push another finger in, Cadet. Stretch him further.
I want to see that virgin boycunt hungry for my cock."
Jensen grinned, his fingers slick with lubricant as he pushed another finger into Finn's asshole, stretching him further, pushing through to Jensen’s second knuckle.
Finn cried out at the intensity of sensations in places he had never felt before.
His body was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully, his asshole stretched and filled by Jensen's fingers. He could feel every ridge, every crease, every movement as Jensen began to move his fingers in and out, finger fucking him slowly, pushing deeper and stimulating Finn inside.
Lane and Jensen were working in tandem now, Lane thrusting the ridged tube up and down Finn’s cock, while Jensen matched the rhythm with his fingers in Finn’s asshole.
Finn’s body was a writhing mass, his hips bucking against the restraints as he was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure. The metal ring forced his cock to swell so hard it was full to bursting, slick with sweat and precum, the spiraled ridges of the tube rubbing along his shaft and against his cockhead with every movement.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Lane breathed, his voice rough with arousal. “Look at him, Sir. He’s on fire and needs to be fed more. He’s going to take you so well.”
Jensen chuckled darkly, his fingers curling inside Finn’s asshole as he pushed deeper. “Yeah, he’s gonna be a so hungry for you when you finally get in here.”
Lane and Jensen continued to pummel Finn, pumping his cock and thrusting into his ass. Again and again they drove him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Finn's body was a symphony of sensations, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and humiliation. He felt like a runaway freight train, the juices welling up inside him, desperate for release.
His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His balls were drawn up tight, ready to explode, but Lane and Jensen were relentless, pushing him to the brink, then holding him there, and pulling him back, over and over again.
As they pushed him again close to the edge, Finn whimpered, “Please, please let me cum.” His voice was ragged, his body trembling with need.
As he hovered again at the edge, Jensen pulled his fingers out of Finn’s ass, and he felt a sudden emptiness, a hollowness that needed to be filled.
Finn’s mind flashed, and he instantly knew what he needed to say, what he needed to beg for, in the face of his body’s overwhelming need.
Finn looked up at the Sergeant Major, his eyes pleading with desperation, with a ravenous hunger.
“Please, Sir. I need you to fuck me. I need you deep inside me, filling me up.” Finn gasped for words “I need to cum, and I need you to make me.”
Matthews’ blue eyes flashed, and he growled, “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Cadet?”
Finn nodded, his voice ragged. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready. Please, fuck me. I need you cumming inside me.”
Matthews unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving Finn’s body. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. His cock was massive, like a battering ram, thick and long, the head of his cock glistening with precum.
Finn’s breath hitched as he watched the Sergeant Major’s cock swell even harder, the veins standing out along his shaft, the head fiercely red and angry. The sight of it made Finn quiver in fear, but his mouth watered, and his cock throbbed painfully inside the metal ring and ridged tube.
“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you, Cadet?” Matthews growled, his voice low and rough. He stepped closer to Finn, his cock bobbing with each step, the head brushing against Finn’s rosebud as he positioned himself. “You’re going to be mine, and I’m going to fill you up.”
Finn nodded, his body trembling with anticipation.
His breath came in shallow gasps, his cock aching inside the ridged tube and metal ring, his asshole throbbing with the memory of Jensen’s fingers, with the urge to be filled again. He could feel the vacuum of his hunger, his own slickness, his own desperate need for release, and it was all directed toward the Sergeant Major’s cock, the thick, heavy weight of it pressing against his hole.
Matthews pressed his chest against Finn’s bare back, and wrapped his muscular arms around his torso. Finn felt himself enveloped by the Sergeant Major.
The heat of Matthews’ body pressed against Finn’s back, his arms wrapping around him like a vice, his breath hot against Finn’s ear. The Sergeant Major’s cock was a heavy, throbbing weight pressing against Finn’s ass, the tip slick with precum, the veins pulsing along his shaft.
“You’re going to take me so good, aren’t you, Cadet?” Matthews growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. His breath was hot and heavy, his lips brushing against Finn’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.
Finn could feel the Sergeant Major’s cock throbbing against his asshole, the head pressing against his tight ring of muscle, demanding entry. He felt the urge, the unquenchable appetite building in him again. “Please, fuck me.” Finn whimpered again. “I need you inside me.”
Matthews chuckled darkly, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to take me so good, Cadet. I’m going to stretch you tight and fill you up.”
Matthews pinned Finn’s slender torso against his chest with one arm, and reached down to hold Finn’s narrow hips in place with a muscular hand.
Finn gasped, his body tensing as he felt the thick head of the Sergeant Major’s cock press against his asshole, demanding entry. He could feel the heat of it, the throbbing pulse of it, the slickness of the precum that coated the head, making it slippery and smooth against his tight ring of muscle.
“Relax, Cadet,” Matthews growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “You’re going to take me. You’re going to take every inch of my cock.”
Finn took a deep breath, trying to relax his body, to let go of the tension that was coiling inside him.
His muscles were rigid, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, humiliation, and an overwhelming, desperate need. But the Sergeant Major’s cock was a heavy, insistent weight pressing against his hole, and Finn knew that he couldn’t resist it anymore.
“Please, Sir,” Finn whispered, his voice barely audible, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, fuck me.”
Matthews’ grip tightened on Finn’s hips, his fingers digging into Finn’s flesh. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble.
“Let me in, Finn. Let me fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Finn’s breath hitched as the Sergeant Major’s cock pressed harder against his entrance, the thick head finally breaking through his tight ring of muscle. Finn’s body tensed, his muscles clenching instinctively, but the Sergeant Major’s grip on his hips was unyielding, forcing him to relax.
“Fuck,” Finn cried out, his voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt the Sergeant Major’s cockhead breach his ring.
The Sergeant Major growled with pleasure as his swollen cockhead pierced Finn’s hole. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Cadet. It’s exquisite how your boycunt squeezes my cock.”
Finn gasped, his body tensing as he felt the thick, throbbing head of the Sergeant Major’s cock stretch his asshole open. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his body tremble. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of the Sergeant Major’s cock as it pushed deeper into him.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” Matthews groaned, his voice a low, ragged growl. “You’re taking me so well, Cadet.
So fucking tight,” Matthews growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. His fingers dug into Finn’s hips, holding him steady as his cock drove deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Finn’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as the Sergeant Major’s thick shaft stretched him open, the heat and pressure overwhelming.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Finn gasped, his body arching as the Sergeant Major’s cock finally bottomed out inside him. The weight of it pressed against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through him so intense he nearly blacked out.
His breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, his body trembling uncontrollably as the Sergeant Major’s cock filled him completely.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Matthews groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. His fingers dug into Finn’s hips, holding him steady as he began to withdraw, only to thrust back in with brutal force. “You’re made for this, aren’t you? Made for my cock.”
Finn whimpered, his body arching against the restraints as the Sergeant Major’s cock stretched him open, each thrust driving deeper, filling him more completely.
The Sergeant Major’s hands gripped his hips with bruising strength, his fingers digging into Finn’s flesh as he began pound into him with a relentless rhythm.
Finn’s body was stretched wide open, his asshole burning with a delicious ache as the Sergeant Major’s cock filled him completely. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the armoury, the wet, obscene sounds of his cock being driven into Finn’s asshole sending a thrill through the Sergeant Major’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect,” Matthews growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble as he thrust deeper into Finn. “You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock, to be filled up by me,” Matthews growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble. His hips pistoned, driving his cock deep into Finn’s ass, each thrust pushing Finn’s body against the restraints, the metal biting into his skin.
Finn could only whimper in response, his body overwhelmed with sensation. The Sergeant Major’s cock was a relentless, throbbing force inside him, stretching him open, filling him completely. He could feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of the Sergeant Major’s cock as it drove into him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
The Sergeant Major reached around Finn to tear the ridged tube off Finn’s cock, replacing it with his hard calloused hand.
His fingers wrapped around Finn’s shaft, squeezing the slick organ painfully as he began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Finn’s head spun at the overwhelming sensation of being abused at both ends, brutally fucked by Matthews’ cock, while his cock was relentlessly pumped.
Finn felt his mind turning blank, his sense of self disappearing as he turned into a mere receptacle for the Sergeant Major’s pleasure. His insides were wrapped tight around the Sergeant Major’s cock, his back buried in Matthews’ muscular chest, his torso caged in Matthews’ strong arms, his cock and ball gripped by Matthews’ calloused hand.
Finn was completely at the Sergeant Major’s mercy, his body a vessel for Matthews’ pleasure. He could only whimper and gasp, his body trembling with each brutal thrust.
“Fuck, you’re so close, aren’t you, Cadet?” Matthews growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. His hips pistoned, driving his cock deep into Finn’s ass, each thrust pushing Finn’s body against the restraints. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?
You’re going to take every fucking drop of my cum inside that tight little ass of yours,” Matthews growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. His fingers tightened around Finn’s cock, squeezing painfully as he stroked him in time with his brutal thrusts.
Finn could feel his body moving toward an eruption, his cock jerking uncontrollably in Matthews’ grip. His asshole was stretched tight, the Sergeant Major’s cock filling him completely, the thick shaft pulsing inside him with every thrust.
Finn cried out with every thrust, with every pump of his cock that pushed him closer to oblivion.
His back arched, his body straining against the restraints, his asshole clenching and unclenching around the Sergeant Major’s cock as if trying to hold on to every last drop of pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Finn gasped, his voice raw and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum—"
Matthews growled, his voice a dark, guttural rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. "You’re going to cum when I say you’re going to cum, Cadet.
You’re going to take every fucking inch of me, and then you’re going to swallow my cum like the good little cumslut you are," Matthews growled. His fingers tightened around Finn’s cock, squeezing painfully as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Finn’s asshole.
Finn’s body shuddered violently, his cock jerking in Matthews’ grip as he fought to hold back the orgasm that was building inside him. His asshole clenched tightly around Matthews’ cock, trying to hold on to the pleasure, but the Sergeant Major’s relentless thrusts pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
Finn’s body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and humiliation.
Finn whimpered, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his orgasm.
His cock was slick with precum, his balls drawn up tight and aching, his asshole clenching desperately, ready to milk Matthews’ thick cock. The Sergeant Major’s fingers dug into his hips, his breath hot and heavy against his ear as he whispered filthy promises.
“You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you, Cadet? You’re going to take every fucking drop of my cum inside that tight little ass of yours. You’re going to be my cum bucket, my cumslut. You’re going to take it all.”
Finn’s breath hitched, his body shaking with the effort to hold back.
“Yes Sir,” he gasped, his voice ragged. “Please fill me up with your cum, I’ll take it all.” Finn’s voice was barely audible, but it was thick with need, his body trembling against the restraints.
Matthews roared his approval, and Finn cried out in pleasure and pain, as they fell over the edge together, their bodies erupting.
Finn felt Matthews' cock pulsing and throbbing inside him, filling him with hot, thick cum. Finn's cock exploded in Matthews' grip, splattering his juices on his chest and stomach.
Again and again Matthews came, thrusting deeper with each spurt, flooding Finn’s insides with cum, while Finn’s cock pulsed in Matthews’ hand, draining his tight balls.
His asshole clenched around the Sergeant Major's cock, milking every last drop of cum from him. Finn whimpered, his body trembling as he felt the hot jets of cum shooting deep inside him, filling him up. The sensation was overwhelming, his body reacting instinctively, his asshole spasming around Matthews' cock as it continued to empty itself inside him.
"Fuck, yes," Matthews groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That's it, Cadet. Take it all. Let me fill you up."
Finn's cock jerked violently in Matthews' grip, his own release timed with every pulse of Matthews' cock.
Finn was drowning in cum, his insides flooded by the Sergeant Major’s eruption, his torso painted with his own juices.
His cock was still spasming in Matthews’ grip, his balls emptying themselves in violent pulses. The Sergeant Major’s cock twitched inside him, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body.
Finn fell limp, his cock and balls painfully aching from having been emptied out.
His asshole clenched around Matthews’ cock, still throbbing with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Finn could feel the Sergeant Major’s cock softening inside him, but it was still thick and heavy, filling him with its warmth. Matthews’ breath was hot and ragged against Finn’s ear, his body pressed against Finn’s back, his arms still wrapped tightly around him.
“Fuck, that was good,” Matthews growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against Finn’s skin. “You took me so well, Cadet. Like a good little cumslut.”
Finn whimpered, his body still trembling with the intensity of his orgasm, the sense of being used. He could feel the Sergeant Major withdrawing his softening cock from his asshole.
Finn winced at the sudden emptiness, his asshole clenching reflexively, trying to hold onto the thick shaft. Matthews chuckled darkly, his fingers digging into Finn's hips as he pulled out completely.
"Fuck, look at that," Matthews growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. Finn could feel the Sergeant Major's gaze on his asshole, and he blushed, knowing that Matthews was looking at the mess he had made inside him. "You're all filled up, Cadet. You're a fucking cum bucket.
Finn could feel the Sergeant Major's cum dripping out of his asshole, trickling down his bare thighs, a warm, sticky reminder of what had just happened. He felt used, his body aching and sore, but there was a part of him that craved more.
Matthews stepped back, his hands leaving Finn's hips. Finn could hear the rustle of clothing, and he knew the Sergeant Major was cleaning himself up. He felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could do the same, but his hands were still bound above his head.
"Look at you, Cadet," Matthews said, his voice low and rough. "You're a fucking mess. Covered in cum, your rosebud bruised and leaking. You look fucking beautiful like this, Cadet. I could fuck you again right now, fill you up even more," Matthews said, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, running a finger through the mess on Finn's stomach, scooping up a dollop of cum. He brought it to his lips, sucking it off his finger with a satisfied groan. "Mmm, you taste fucking delicious, Cadet."
Finn blushed at the compliment, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He could feel the Sergeant Major's cum dripping out of him, trickling down his legs, and he felt a sudden urge to be cleaned up.
The Sergeant Major narrowed his eyes as he inspected Finn’s cum stained body. It was as if he had read Finn’s mind, but twisted his thoughts to the darkest extreme.
“You need to be cleaned up, Cadet. But we can’t let these precious juices go to waste.” The Sergeant Major gestured to Jensen and Lane. “Wipe the boy clean” he ordered, “but make sure you feed him all the cum. Every drop has to go back inside him.” He turned to Finn, his eyes dark and intense. “You’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you, Cadet?”
Finn nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. “Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
Jensen and Lane stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them. Lane began to wipe the cum off Finn’s stomach, his chest, with his fingers. With each swipe, he lifted the dollop of cum to Finn’s lips. Finn obediently opened his mouth, and Lane pushed the juices onto his tongue.
The taste was thick, salty, and warm, the flavor of the mixture of cum coating his palate. Finn swallowed, his throat working around the sticky mess. His cock twitched in the air, still half-hard from his earlier orgasm, the head glistening with drying semen.
While Lane worked on Finn’s chest and stomach, Jensen inspected Finn’s legs, where the Sergeant Major’s cum had leaked from Finn’s asshole. Jensen smirked, stepping closer to Finn. He ran his fingers through the cum on Finn’s thighs scooping up more of the sticky fluid. "Look at this, Lane. It’s leaked out of Finn and needs to go back in.” Jensen teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
He brought his fingers and the cum to Finn’s lips, and Finn flinched, aware that the cum had already been once inside him, and snapped his mouth shut.
Jensen chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down Finn’s spine. “Open up, Cadet. You don’t want to displease the Sergeant Major, do you?” he said, his voice laced with threat.
Finn hesitated, and Jensen grabbed his jaw with his spare hand, forcing Finn’s mouth open.
“I said, open up, Cadet,” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Finn’s eyes widened, but he complied, his mouth opening to reveal his pink tongue. Jensen pushed his fingers, coated with the Sergeant Major’s cum, into Finn’s mouth. “Suck it clean, Cadet. Show me how much you love the taste of the Sergeant Major’s cum.”
Finn’s eyes watered as he tasted the salty, musky flavor of the cum again. He could feel Jensen’s fingers pressing against his tongue, the thick, sticky fluid coating his mouth. He sucked obediently, his cheeks hollowing out as he cleaned Jensen’s fingers. The Sergeant Major’s cum was thicker, more pungent than the cadets’ cum, strongly flavoured with an intense masculinity.
Finn’s stomach churned as he tasted it, but Jensen’s fingers pressing against his tongue forced him to swallow. He gagged slightly, his throat working as he forced the thick fluid down, his body trembling with the effort.
“Good boy,” Jensen murmured, his voice dripping with mockery. “Swallow it all like a good little cumslut.”
Finn’s face burned with humiliation, but he couldn’t resist. His body was still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his asshole still clenching around the emptiness where the Sergeant Major’s cock had been.
Finn’s ass was continuing to leak the Sergeant Major’s cum, the warm liquid oozing out of Finn and dribbling down his inner thighs.
Jensen smirked, watching the cum trickle down Finn’s body, his eyes dark with amusement.
"Looks like you're still leaking, Finn," Jensen said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I guess the Sergeant Major didn't fill you up enough."
Lane, who had been cleaning Finn’s torso, looked up, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and mischief. "Maybe we need to help him out, Jensen. Maybe we should make sure he gets every last drop."
Jensen nodded, his grin widening. "Oh, we definitely should.
Let's make sure this little cum bucket gets every last drop," Jensen said, his voice low and thick with lust. He stepped closer to Finn, his fingers still slick with the Sergeant Major's cum. "Let's see if we can get you to swallow more, Finn, so it stays inside you.
Finn’s breath hitched as Jensen’s fingers trailed up his inner thighs, collecting the cum that had leaked out of Finn and splattered there.
He could feel the heat of Jensen’s body, the rough callouses on his fingers as they brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
Jensen brought the spilt cum to Finn’s lips.
"Open up, Finn. Let’s see if you can take more." His voice was a dark purr, the kind that made Finn’s stomach clench with a mix of fear and excitement.
Finn hesitated, his eyes flickering between Jensen and the Sergeant Major, who stood just behind him, arms crossed, watching with a predatory smile. He knew better than to refuse.
With a whimper, Finn opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the cum on Jensen’s fingers. The thick, salty fluid coated his tongue, and he swallowed reflexively, his throat working around the warm, sticky mess.
Jensen chuckled, his fingers pressing deeper into Finn’s mouth. "Good boy.
Now, let's see if we can get you to take the full load, so it stops leaking out of you," Jensen said, his voice a low, dark rumble. He spread Finn’s butt cheeks with his hands, and signalled to Lane. “Look at this. His cherry’s popped and leaking juices.” Jensen’s fingers dug into Finn’s ass, spreading his cheeks wide, and Finn gasped as the cold air hit his exposed hole. The Sergeant Major’s cum had already made his asshole slick and swollen, the entrance glistening with the sticky fluid. It was a rose now flowering open, spilling wet seed.
Lane stepped forward, his eyes dark with lust. He knelt behind Finn, his fingers trailing down Finn’s spine, then lower, to the warm, sticky mess between his cheeks. "Look at this, Jensen," Lane murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "He’s still dripping. We should make sure he doesn’t waste a single drop."
Jensen smirked, his gaze locked on Finn’s ass.
"You're right, Lane. We can't let any of the Sergeant Major's precious cum go to waste." He grabbed Finn's hips, pulling him back, opening him up even more. "Spread those cheeks, Lane. Let's get a good look at that gaping boycunt.”
Lane's fingers dug into Finn's ass cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing his pink, swollen hole. Finn whimpered, feeling vulnerable and exposed, but the sensation of being on display only served to build the warmth in his groin.
"Fuck, look at that," Jensen growled, his voice thick with lust. "He's all filled up with cum, and now he can’t hold it in. That's such a waste," Jensen murmured, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. He leaned forward, his breath hot against Finn's ear, "But we can fix that. We can make sure none of it goes to waste.”
Lane's fingers poked into Finn's open asshole, his touch sending shivers down Finn's spine. He pulled his fingers out, now coated in the Sergeant Major’s cum, kept warm from Finn’s insides. Lane inspected the thick creamy juices on his fingers.
“We could make him swallow it all," Lane suggested, his voice thick with lust. "Make sure he doesn't lose a single drop."
Jensen nodded, his eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory light.
Lane lifted his cum covered fingers to Finn’s mouth. Finn flinched, too aware of how the cum had already been inside him.
He snapped his mouth shut, his eyes darting between Lane and Jensen, then to the Sergeant Major, who stood watching with a dark, intense gaze. He could feel the heat of their bodies, the weight of their gazes, and it made his heart pound in his chest.
"Open up, Finn," Lane said, his voice low and commanding. "You don't want to make the Sergeant Major angry, do you?"
Finn hesitated, then slowly opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the used cum on Lane's fingers. He swallowed reflexively, his throat working around the sticky mess.
Lane smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Finn’s reaction.
"Good boy," Lane murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Now, let’s make sure you don’t waste a single drop." He wiped his fingers on Finn’s tongue, cleaning off all the cum.
"You’re such a good little cumslut, aren’t you?" Lane whispered, his voice dripping with amusement and admiration. "I bet you’d take it all if we gave it to you."
Jensen chuckled as it was his turn now, his fingers poking into Finn’s asshole to collect more of the Sergeant Major’s cum that was in there, and bringing it to Finn’s lips.
"Here you go, Finn. Open up and take it like a good little cum bucket." Jensen pushed his fingers, coated with the thick, sticky fluid, into Finn’s mouth. "Suck it clean, Cadet. Show us how much you love the taste of the Sergeant Major’s cum."
Finn’s eyes watered as he tasted the salty, musky flavor again. He held back the urge to gag, and swallowed it all, determined to master his darkest urges.
Steadily they worked away, collecting every dollop of the Sergeant Major’s cum from inside Finn’s asshole, and feeding it to him.
Lane’s fingers were slick with the warm, thick fluid, and he teased Finn’s lips with it, watching as Finn’s tongue darted out to taste it again and again. The Sergeant Major’s cum was so potent, so rich, that Finn could not stop eating it.
“You’re such a greedy little slut,” Lane whispered, his breath hot against Finn’s ear. “You can’t get enough of it, can you?”
Finn whimpered, his body trembling with the effort to resist. But he couldn’t. The taste of the Sergeant Major’s cum was intoxicating, and he had to eat it all.
Finally, Jensen and Lane had finished wiping ever last drop of cum from Finn’s body, wiped his pucker clean so it was once again pink and smooth and rosy. And Finn had eaten every drop of it, taken it all, to the maximum degradation.
They turned back to look at the Sergeant Major, who had an air of triumphant satisfaction at seeing Finn filled twice over with his juices.
“Excellent work, cadets” the Sergeant Major complimented them. “You can release him now.”
Lane and Jensen unhooked Finn from the hoist, letting him down gently. Finn collapsed to the floor, exhausted, spent. He had been drained, and filled, and filled again, and there was nothing left of him.