Chapter 3: Poolside lessons
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The late afternoon sun hung low over the rolling hills of Tuscany, casting long, golden shadows across the Visconti villa’s sprawling gardens. The air was thick with the scent of crushed rosemary and the faint, sweet tang of jasmine that clung to the warm breeze. Sebastian sat on the edge of the pool, his bare feet dangling just above the cool, shimmering water. His body still hummed with the aftershocks of his earlier encounter with Private Weiss, the lingering warmth of his skin where the cum had splattered against him. He traced a finger over the sticky residue, his lips parting as he caught the faint, musky scent of his own release mixed with Weiss’s.
He felt dazed, almost delirious, at what had been happening. It was too much, how his body seemed barely his own any more, how it had become its own animal, barely controllable, taking Sebastian to places and doing things he’d never imagined.
He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers still sticky with the remnants of their earlier release. The villa’s vast, sun-drenched terrace stretched out before him, the pool reflecting the fading light like a mirror of some distant, fevered dream.
Sebastian’s mind drifted back to the way Weiss had looked at him—those sharp blue eyes, the way his jaw had tightened when he’d cum, the way he’d forced Sebastian to lick every last drop of cum off his own skin. It had been humiliating, intoxicating. He’d never felt so exposed, so utterly claimed.
A rustle of leaves caught his attention.
Sebastian turned his head slowly, his eyes following the sound. The villa’s terrace was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long, shifting shadows across the stone tiles. He watched as a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerged from the shade of the cypress trees—Commander Mitch Walker, his military bearing unmistakable even from this distance.
Walker moved with the quiet confidence of a man who knew exactly where he belonged. He was dressed in his military uniform, the material tight, barely containing his muscular frame.
Walker glanced at Sebastian sitting by the pool, barely acknowledged him with a gruff nod, and then strode around to the loungers by the other side of the pool.
Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the Commander’s broad shoulders flex under the tight fabric of his uniform. His gaze lingered on the way Walker’s muscles rippled as he moved, the way his pants hugged his powerful thighs.
Sebastian’s cock shifted and twitched in his shorts, the memory of Weiss’s cock still fresh in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his body’s excitement.
Walker ignored Sebastian as he stood by the lounger and began to strip off his uniform to prepare for his swim.
Sebastian watched, his eyes wide, as Walker unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hard, tanned planes of his chest. The Commander's muscles flexed and shifted with each movement, his body a testament to years of rigorous training.
Sebastian's breath caught in his throat as Walker's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with quick, efficient movements. He thought he could detect the outline of Walker's cock through his military trousers, thick and long. It was tantalising in Sebastian’s imagination for a moment, but he was then overcome by a surge of embarrassment and shame that forced him to look away.
He couldn't believe he was staring at the Commander like that, like some kind of pervert. He quickly averted his gaze, his face flushing with heat.
"Like what you see, boy?" Walker's voice was a low, dangerous growl, and it sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. He dared to glance back at the Commander, his eyes wide with surprise and fear.
Walker's shirt was off now, his chest bare and glistening in the fading sunlight. His pants were undone, revealing a burnished trail of hair that led down to his groin.
Sebastian’s fingers tightened around the edge of the pool, his knuckles white. He could see the bulge of Walker’s cock, thick and heavy, straining against the fly of his trousers. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared, transfixed.
Walker’s voice cut through the silence, rough and amused. "You like to look, don’t you, boy?" His tone was a mix of challenge and promise, the kind of voice that made Sebastian’s skin prickle with anticipation.
Sebastian swallowed hard, his throat dry. He shook his head silently, trying to deny it, and looked away.
The Commander clicked his tongue dismissively, and continued to undress for his swim.
His fingers worked the button of his trousers with deliberate slowness, his gaze fixed on Sebastian as if daring him to look. Sebastian’s eyes darted back to Walker’s face, his pulse pounding in his throat. The Commander’s jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but there was a challenge in his eyes that Sebastian couldn’t ignore.
“You’re staring, boy,” Walker said, his voice low and rough. “You want to see what’s under here, don’t you?”
Sebastian’s face burned. He knew he was being a pervert, but he couldn’t look away.
The Commander began to lower his trousers, revealing tight, well fitting speedos that glowed brilliantly white against his tanned skin.
Sebastian's eyes widened as he caught sight of the thick outline of Walker's cock, straining against the thin fabric. He couldn't help but stare, his mouth dry, his heart pounding in his chest.
Walker smirked, catching Sebastian's gaze. he asked, his voice a low growl. "You like seeing my cock?"
Sebastian's face flushed with heat, but he couldn't look away. He nodded, his throat too dry to speak.
Walker chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound. "Good," he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He finished taking off his trousers, folded them neatly to rest on a lounger, and then dove effortlessly into the cool water of the pool.
Sebastian watched, his eyes wide, as the Commander swam laps, his powerful body cutting through the water with ease. Each stroke of his arms revealed the play of muscles under his skin, and Sebastian couldn't help but stare, his cock throbbing in his shorts.
After several laps, Walker emerged from the pool, water dripping from his tanned skin. Sebastian's breath hitched as he took in the sight of the Commander's wet speedos, clinging to his body like a second skin. The outline of his thick cock was clearly visible, and Sebastian's mouth watered at the sight.
The Commander strode across to the loungers, picked up a towel, and then turned to stare back at Sebastian across the pool. His face was granite, unreadable.
“Come over here, boy” he ordered.
His voice was a gravelly rumble, thick with the kind of authority that made Sebastian’s knees weak. He didn’t move at first, his mind racing with shame and desire. He wanted to run, to hide, to pretend none of this was happening. But the way Walker’s gaze locked onto him, the way his eyes darkened with something dangerous and possessive, made Sebastian’s body betray him.
“Now.”
Sebastian stood, his shorts damp from the pool, his skin still warm from the sun. He walked slowly toward Walker, his bare feet silent on the stone tiles.
His heart pounded in his chest, his breath shallow and quick. He could feel the Commander's gaze on him, hot and intense, like a physical touch. He stopped a few feet away from Walker, his eyes flicking up to meet the older man's gaze.
Walker's jaw was tight, his eyes dark with authority.
“I need you to dry me off” he said firmly, holding up the towel to Sebastian.
His voice was a low, commanding growl that sent a shiver down Sebastian’s spine.
Sebastian hesitated for a moment, his fingers trembling as he reached for the towel. His gaze flicked down to Walker’s groin, where the wet fabric of his speedos clung tightly to his thick, heavy cock. The outline was unmistakable, straining against the material, and Sebastian’s breath hitched. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.
“You’re nervous,” Walker observed, his voice a dark chuckle. “Good. It makes you more interesting.”
Sebastian’s face flushed, but he didn’t look away.
He took the towel from Walker, his fingers brushing against the Commander’s rough, calloused hand. A jolt of electricity shot through him at the touch, and he quickly pulled his hand back, his heart pounding.
“Yes, sir,” he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.
Walker smirked, a dark and dangerous curve of his lips. “Good boy,” he murmured, his voice low and approving.
Sebastian felt a surge of pride at the words, followed by a wave of shame. He was pathetic, wasn’t he? Getting off on being praised by this man like some kind of dog.
But before he could dwell on it, Walker spoke again, his voice firm and commanding.
"Start with my chest, boy. Dry me off."
Sebastian nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he unfolded the towel. He reached out, the soft cotton brushing against Walker's tanned, muscular chest. He could feel the Commander's eyes on him, watching his every move, and it made his heart race.
He started at the top, running the towel in slow, deliberate strokes down Walker's chest. The Commander's skin was hot and smooth under his touch, and Sebastian could feel the hard muscles shifting beneath. He could see the dark hair that sprinkled Walker's chest, leading down in a tantalizing trail to his groin.
Sebastian's fingers tightened on the towel, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He wanted to look down, to see the thick, heavy cock straining against the wet fabric of Walker's speedos, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He focused on the task at hand, his movements slow and deliberate.
"Faster, boy," Walker growled, his voice a low, rough rumble that made Sebastian's cock twitch painfully in his shorts. "I don't have all day."
Sebastian's face flushed with heat, but he obeyed, his hands moving more quickly now. He could feel Walker's gaze burning into him, could almost feel the heat radiating off the Commander's body.
Sebastian's fingers trembled as he wiped the towel over Walker's chest, the soft texture of the towel contrasting with the smoothness of Walker's skin. The Commander's chest was a canvas of hard muscle, each ripple and valley defined by years of rigorous training. Sebastian's eyes traced the trail of dark hair that led down Walker's abdomen, disappearing beneath the waistband of his speedos.
"Good boy," Walker murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Keep going." He moved the towel down Walker's abdomen, his fingers brushing against the trail of hair that led down his stomach.
He hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering just above the waistband of Walker's speedos.
"Don't stop now, boy," Walker growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You've come this far. Kneel down and dry my legs.” Walker’s voice was a dark, gravelly command that made Sebastian’s cock throb painfully in his shorts. His fingers trembled as he lowered himself to his knees, his legs pressing against the cool stone tiles. He could feel Walker’s gaze burning into him, hot and possessive, as he wiped the towel down the Commander’s muscular thighs, the damp fabric clinging to the dark hair there.
Sebastian’s breath hitched as he reached the Commander’s knees, the thick muscles flexing beneath his touch. He knelt further, to dry the Commander’s calves, strong and sinewy.
He could feel the heat radiating off Walker’s body, could smell the faint, musky scent of his skin. He could feel the Commander’s eyes on him, watching his every move, and it made his heart race and his cock throb.
“Good boy,” Walker murmured, his voice low and approving. “Now, dry my speedos.” Walker’s voice was a rough, commanding growl. Sebastian’s breath hitched as he looked up, his eyes wide and uncertain. “You’ve been a good boy. Now you get to see what you’ve earned.”
Sebastian hesitated, his fingers trembling as he reached for the waistband of Walker’s speedos. The fabric was still damp, clinging to the thick, heavy cock beneath. He could feel the heat radiating off Walker’s body, the way his muscles tensed beneath his touch. His own cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, the anticipation making him dizzy.
“Do it,” Walker ordered, his voice low and rough.
“Pull them down.”
Sebastian’s fingers trembled as he hooked them under the waistband of Walker’s speedos. He could feel the heat of the Commander’s cock, even through the thin fabric. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and slowly began to pull the speedos down.
Walker’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head full, damp from the swimming pool. It was even bigger than Sebastian had imagined, the shaft veined, the balls heavy and full. Even in repose, the Commander’s cock was magnificent, filled with incipient power. Sebastian had been never seen another guy’s cock so close before, and his mouth watered at the sight, his own cock aching in his shorts.
“Go on. Dry my cock off, boy” Walker ordered.
“ Yes, sir,” Sebastian whispered, his voice barely audible. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his shorts, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out with the towel, his fingers brushing against the hot, smooth skin of Walker’s cock. He could feel the Commander’s gaze on him, intense and unyielding, and it made his breath catch in his throat.
He started at the base, the towel brushing against the heavy balls that hung there. He could feel Walker’s muscles tense beneath his touch, could see the way the Commander’s cock twitched in response. He moved the towel up slowly, his fingers trembling as he wiped the dampness off Walker’s thick shaft.
As Sebastian touched it, the Commander’s cock grew in response. It began to swell, shifting from its repose to arch upwards, thickening, engorged.
Sebastian's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he watched it grow, the head now full, the veins standing out in stark relief. He could see a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip, glistening in the fading sunlight.
"Fuck," Sebastian whispered, his voice barely audible. He couldn't believe how big it was, how thick and heavy. He could feel his own cock throbbing in response, his body aching with a need he'd never felt before.
Walker chuckled, a low, dark sound. "You like that, boy? You like seeing my cock hard for you?"
Sebastian nodded, his face flushing with heat.
"Yes, sir," he whispered, his voice barely audible. His fingers trembled as he reached out, the towel now damp from his own sweat and the Commander's. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Walker's cock, feeling the heavy weight of it in his palm. He could feel the heat radiating off it, the veins pulsing beneath his touch. "Now, dry it properly."
Sebastian took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He began to wipe the towel up and down the length of Walker's cock, his movements slow and deliberate. The Commander's cock was so thick, he could barely wrap his fingers around it all the way.
Sebastian's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he wiped the towel up and down the length of it, his fingers brushing against the hot, smooth skin. He could feel Walker's cock twitching in his hand, the veins pulsing beneath his touch. His own cock throbbed painfully, the need to touch himself overwhelming.
As Sebastian wiped, another bead of pre-cum oozed out the tip of Walker’s cock, shiny and glistening in the afternoon sun. Sebastian couldn’t help but stare, mesmerised at it.
He’d never seen anything like it, never even imagined it. He could feel his own cock throbbing in his shorts, his body aching with a need he’d never felt before. He wanted to touch it, to taste it, to feel it inside him. He wanted to be claimed by this man, to be used by him, to be his.
"Go on” the Commander murmured. “Taste it. Lick it. You know you want to.” Walker’s voice was a low, dark growl, his eyes burning into Sebastian’s. “You want to taste my cock, don’t you, boy?”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat rising in his face, the shame and desire warring within him. He knew he should say no, should stand up and walk away, but he couldn’t move. He was frozen, his body betraying him, his eyes locked onto the thick, heavy cock in his hand.
“Yes, sir,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. He could feel the heat of Walker’s cock in his hand, the way it pulsed and twitched with its own life.
He looked up at the Commander, his eyes wide and uncertain. Walker’s gaze was dark, intense, his jaw tight with desire.
“Go on, boy,” he growled. “Lick it. Taste it.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. But he couldn’t resist the command in Walker’s voice, the way his body ached to obey.
He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip of Walker’s cock. It was salty and tangy, the taste of the Commander’s desire.
Sebastian’s tongue flicked out again, this time lingering on the head of Walker’s cock, exploring the ridge, the slit. He could feel the Commander’s gaze on him, intense and unyielding, and it made his heart race and his cock throb.
“Good boy,” Walker growled, his voice thick with approval. “Now, open your mouth.” Walker’s voice was a low, rough command, his fingers tangling in Sebastian’s hair, tilting his head back just enough to force him to look up at him. His gaze was dark, almost predatory, as he watched Sebastian’s tongue flick out again, this time tracing the thick vein that ran along the underside of his cock. “That’s it, boy. Open your mouth wider so you can take it in.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched as Walker’s hand tightened in his hair, his grip firm but not painful. He could feel the heat radiating off the Commander’s body, smell the musky scent of his skin mixed with the saltwater from the pool.
Sebastian’s throat tightened as Walker’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips parted, his breath shallow as he waited for the next command.
“Open your mouth, boy,” Walker growled, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to suck my cock.”
Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with anticipation. He knew he should resist, but the way Walker’s gaze locked onto him, the way his voice commanded him, made his resolve crumble. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“That’s it,” Walker murmured, his voice thick with approval.
“Now take it in. Slowly. I want you to feel every inch of me.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched as Walker’s cock pressed against his lips. It was thick, veined, and hot, the head red and swollen and glistening with pre-cum. His tongue darted out again, tasting the salty tang of the Commander’s arousal. He could feel Walker’s fingers tightening in his hair, guiding him, but also holding him in place.
“Fuck, you’re a good boy,” Walker groaned, his voice low and rough. “Now suck it.”
Sebastian obeyed, his lips parting around the thick head of Walker’s cock.
He could feel it pulsing against his tongue, the veins throbbing as he took it in, inch by inch. He could taste the salty tang of Walker’s pre-cum, could feel the heat of his skin against his lips.
“Fuck, yes,” Walker groaned, his fingers tightening in Sebastian’s hair. “Take it all, boy. Show me how much you want it.”
Sebastian’s eyes watered as he took more of Walker’s cock into his mouth, his lips stretching around the thick shaft. He could feel it pressing against the back of his throat, could feel himself gagging slightly as he tried to take it all.
Walker’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him back just enough to keep him from choking.
“That’s it,” Walker groaned, his voice thick with approval. “Take it like a good boy. Suck my cock.”
Sebastian’s eyes watered as he tried to adjust to the thickness of Walker’s cock in his mouth. He could feel it pulsing against his tongue, the veins throbbing as he took it deeper. His own cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, the need to touch himself overwhelming. He wanted to be filled, to be used by this man, to be his.
Walker’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him forward again. “Suck harder, boy.
Use your tongue,” Walker commanded, his voice a low growl. Sebastian obeyed, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft of Walker’s cock, his lips tight as he sucked. He could feel the Commander’s muscles tense beneath his touch, could hear the ragged sound of his breath as he pleasured him. “Just like that. You’re a natural, boy.”
Sebastian’s cheeks flushed with pride at the praise, his own cock throbbing painfully in his shorts. He could feel the wet spot growing, the fabric clinging to his skin.
The Commander shifted his right leg forward, so that his bare shin was pressed against Sebastian’s shorts, rubbing his groin.
Sebastian gasped, his eyes wide, as he felt the Commander’s leg against his cock, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through him.
“You like that, boy?” Walker growled, his voice thick with desire. “You like feeling my leg against your cock?”
Sebastian nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew he should say no, should push the Commander’s leg away, but he couldn’t. He was powerless to resist.
Sebastian began to set a rhythm, sucking up and down on the Commander’s cock, while he rubbed his groin against his shin.
The friction was delicious, sending jolts of pleasure through him with each thrust. He could feel the Commander’s muscles tense and release, his breath growing ragged as he pleasured him. “Just like that, boy. Suck my cock while you hump my leg with your cock.”
Sebastian’s cheeks flushed at the crude words, but the shame only served to heighten his pleasure. He could feel his own cock leaking into his shorts, the wet spot growing with each thrust.
“You like that, don’t you, boy?” Walker growled, his voice thick with desire.
“You like rubbing your little dick on my leg while you suck my cock, don’t you, boy?” Sebastian nodded, his cheeks flushing with heat. He couldn’t believe how much he loved hearing Walker talk to him like that, how much it turned him on. “Yes, sir,” he managed to choke out, his voice barely audible. “Good boy,” Walker murmured, his fingers tightening in Sebastian’s hair. “Now, let’s see how well you can take my cock. I’m going to fuck your mouth, boy. Hard.” Sebastian’s eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew what that meant, had heard enough stories from his friends to know. But he’d never done it before, had never even imagined doing it with someone like Walker.
“You don’t have to, boy,” Walker said, his voice low and gentle. “But I think you want to. I think you want to feel my cock fucking your mouth, don’t you?”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. He knew he should say no, should push Walker away, but he couldn’t. He was powerless to resist the Commander’s gaze, his voice, his touch.
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged gasps as Walker’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him forward until his lips were stretched around the base of the thick, veined shaft. The Commander’s cock was hot, pulsing against his tongue, the pre-cum slick and salty.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around me, boy,” Walker groaned, his voice a rough, guttural growl. “I can feel your throat working, your lips sucking. You’re a natural cock whore.”
Sebastian’s eyes watered as he tried to take more of Walker’s cock into his mouth, his throat tightening around the thick shaft.
The Commander’s fingers were tight in his hair, guiding him, controlling him, as he began to thrust his hips forward, fucking Sebastian’s mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fuck, yes,” Walker groaned, his voice thick with desire. “Take it, boy. Take my cock like a good little slut.”
Sebastian’s cheeks flushed at the crude words, but the shame only served to heighten his pleasure. He could feel his own cock throbbing painfully in his shorts, rubbing it against Walker’s leg every time Walker thrust his cock in Sebastian’s mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, boy You’re going to take it all, boy. You’re going to swallow my cock until I cum down your throat.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his throat tightening around the thick, veined shaft. He could feel Walker’s fingers digging into his scalp, his grip firm and unyielding. The Commander’s cock pulsed against his tongue, the pre-cum slick and salty.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Walker groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble. “I can feel your lips stretching around me, your throat working. You’re an exquisite cocksucker.”
The Commander held Sebastian’s head brutally tight, as he fucked his mouth with increasing vigour.
Sebastian’s eyes watered, his throat tightening around the thick, veined shaft. The sound of wet, sloppy suction filled the air, mingling with Walker’s ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
“Fuck, yes,” Walker groaned, his voice a dark, guttural growl. “You’re taking it so good, boy. You’re a fucking slut for me. My good little cocksucker.” Sebastian’s cheeks burned with shame, but the words only made his cock throb harder against Walker’s leg, the wet spot in his shorts growing larger. He could feel Walker’s cock swelling inside his mouth, the veins pulsing and throbbing as the Commander’s orgasm approached.
The Commander roared, and battered his cock to the back of Sebastian’s throat as he hit his climax.
Sebastian gagged, his eyes watering as he choked on the thick, salty flood of cum that erupted from Walker’s cock. He could taste it, bitter and hot, filling his mouth, his throat, as Walker’s hips jerked forward, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s hair, holding him in place.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” Walker groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re going to swallow every last drop, boy.”
Sebastian nodded, his throat working around the thick cock still buried in his mouth. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to take it all in. Walker’s cock pulsed inside him, sending wave after wave of cum flooding into his mouth.
Sebastian could feel it, hot and thick, coating his tongue, his throat. He swallowed again, his body trembling as he took in the repeating jets of cum. It was too much, flooding all of Sebastian’s senses with cum, triggering Sebastian’s own cock over the edge to start cumming in his shorts.
They were pulsing in unison, Walker’s cock flooding Sebastian’s mouth with hot juices, while Sebastian’s cock exploded in his shorts.
The sensation was intoxicating, the taste of Walker’s cum overwhelming. Sebastian swallowed, his throat working around the thick shaft still buried in his mouth, his own orgasm sending shockwaves through his body. "Fuck, you’re a good boy," Walker groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re taking it all, swallowing every drop like a good little cocksucker."
Sebastian’s eyes watered as he tried to catch his breath, his lips still stretched around Walker’s cock. The Commander’s cum dripped down his chin, glistening in the fading sunlight.
Walker kept his fingers tight in Sebastian’s hair, holding his head in place as he withdrew. As he pulled out, a thick strand of cum linked his cockhead and Sebastian’s lips, the strand stretching, then breaking and splattering on Sebastian’s chin.
Walker dragged his thumb over the trail of cum and forced it into Sebastian’s mouth, his cock still throbbing as he wiped the excess away.
"Taste your own work, boy," Walker growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Clean me up properly."
Sebastian obeyed instinctively, his tongue darting out to lick the thick, salty trails from Walker’s shaft and heavy balls. He could feel the Commander’s eyes burning into him, his body still trembling from the power of his own orgasm.
"Good boy," Walker murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction.
He let go of Sebastian’s hair, and Sebastian collapsed back onto the terrace tiles, exhausted and spent.
Commander Walker eyed up and down the lad, and gave a lewd chuckle as he took the sight in, the splattering of cum across Sebastian’s face and chin, the shameful stain soaking his shorts.
“You look like a fucking mess, boy,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. “A complete cum dump. You’re a natural-born cock whore.”
Sebastian blushed, his heart still pounding from the intense orgasm. He couldn’t believe what he’d just done, what he’d just taken. But he also couldn’t deny the thrill of it, the way his body still hummed with pleasure.
He looked up at Walker, his eyes wide and uncertain. The Commander was still standing over him, his cock glistening and semi-hard, his chest heaving with exertion.
“You liked that, didn’t you, boy?” Walker growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You liked sucking my cock, taking my cum.”
Sebastian’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t deny it. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “Yes, sir.”
Walker chuckled, a low, dark sound. “You could just be the thing we need down at the barracks. Someone to help the troops relax after their training.” Walker’s gaze lingered on Sebastian’s flushed face, his eyes dark with amusement. “You’re a good boy. You took it like a champ. We could train you up well.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He knew what that meant—he could see it in Walker’s eyes, the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. He wanted to refuse, to tell Walker no, but the way the man spoke to him, the way his body still hummed with need, made him feel weak. Like he was already his.
“Be at the barracks at 9am tomorrrow” the Commander said, an order not a request. “You’ll report to training duty then.”
The Commander turned, gathered up his things, and strode back into the villa, leaving Sebastian collapsed on the terrace.