Chapter 1: A summer guest arrives
The villa sat like a sentinel on the edge of the world, its whitewashed walls gleaming under the golden Italian sun. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and the distant tang of pine, carried on a breeze that whispered through the cypress trees like a lover’s breath against skin. Sebastian had spent the last three weeks lounging by the pool, reading dusty books his grandfather had left behind, and staring at the same damn lake and barracks below. It was suffocating. He was suffocating.
His family’s villa—*Villa Visconti*—was sprawling, opulent, but it felt like a tomb.
Sebastian was the only one there, the rest of his family scattered across Europe and America, too busy for a summer in the countryside. He was left to his own devices, which mostly involved avoiding the staff and exploring the villa’s labyrinthine corridors.
One day, as he lay on the sun-warmed tiles of the terrace, a low rumble echoed up from the valley. He lifted his head, squinting towards the lake. A cloud of dust billowed from the direction of the barracks, and a moment later, an army jeep emerged, bouncing along the rutted track. It pulled up at the villa’s gate, and two men climbed out.
One was tall, broad-shouldered, with a face carved from stone—sharp jawline, dark stubble, and eyes that seemed to cut right through him. The other was younger, leaner, but no less intense, his red hair catching the light like a warning.
Sebastian watched from the terrace, his fingers tracing the edge of his book. He shouldn’t have been looking. He shouldn’t have been thinking about them at all. But there was something about the way the older man moved—commanding, controlled—like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Sebastian felt a strange pull, a curiosity that gnawed at him. He watched as they unloaded bags from the jeep, the older man barking orders at the younger one, who snapped to attention, his freckled face serious.
"Private Weiss, take the bags to my room. I'll inform the Viscontis of our arrival."
The younger man, Private Weiss, saluted, then grabbed the bags and disappeared into the villa. The older man—Commander Walker, Sebastian assumed—looked up, his gaze landing on Sebastian. He didn't smile, didn't nod, just looked. Sebastian felt a shiver run down his spine, a sensation he couldn't quite place.
He broke eye contact first, retreating back to his book, his heart pounding in his chest. He paused, then decided it wouldn’t do not to acknowledge the new guest, so he made his way from the pool terrace, up the grand staircase, a knot of anxiety in his stomach, to the main guest bedroom.
The door was ajar, the scent of sandalwood and something sharp and masculine wafting out. Sebastian hesitated, his fingers curling around the doorframe.
“Ah,” the Commander’s voice was low, rough, like gravel underfoot. “You’re the boy.”
Sebastian swallowed. “I’m Sebastian.”
“Sebastian,” the Commander repeated, his tone almost a growl. “I’m Mitch Walker.” He didn’t offer his hand, didn’t invite Sebastian in. Instead, he stood there, towering over the younger man, his presence filling the room like a storm front.
The Commander took a step back, and gestured at the red haired young man who was unpacking his suitcases, and placing the Commander’s belongings neatly in the wardrobe. “This is my aide de camp, Private Weiss” Commander Walker stated crisply.
The young man turned, his freckled face flushing slightly as he caught sight of Sebastian. “Gavin, this is Sebastian Visconti, the family’s youngest.”
Gavin nodded, his eyes flicking coolly over Sebastian, seemingly measuring him up. Sebastian felt a pang of anxiety, suddenly self conscious that his loose t-shirt, light shorts and bare feet seemed underdressed compared to the guests’ crisp military attire.
Sebastian felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Gavin’s gaze lingered, at the way the Commander’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he too were judging Sebastian. “Uh, welcome to Villa Visconti,” Sebastian managed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Commander Walker grunted, turning back to his unpacking.
Gavin nodded politely to acknowledge Sebastian’s greeting. “I won’t be staying here,” Gavin added. “I’ll be lodging in the barracks in the valley with the other troops. But I’ll pick up the Commander whenever he needs to be driven anywhere.” Gavin’s voice was low, controlled, but Sebastian noticed the way his fingers flexed against the handle of the suitcase, as if he were holding back something far more intense.
Sebastian swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks, the way his breath hitched in his throat. He had never been so aware of other men’s presence before. Mitch Walker was all sharp angles and commanding presence, while Gavin was quiet, intense, and seemed to carry a storm of his own beneath his calm exterior.
Sebastian made to respond, but before he could, the Commander made a gesture, and the guest room door slammed shut in Sebastian’s face, leaving him alone, nonplussed, on the landing.
He retreated to his room.
It was some hours later, when the sun was setting, that Sebastian looked out his bedroom window, to the guest room diagonally opposite one floor below. The Commander had left his double balcony doors open, and Sebastian could see into the room.
Commander Walker was standing by the window, his back to Sebastian, his shirt off, revealing a broad, muscular back, the skin tanned and smooth. Sebastian's breath caught in his throat as he watched the Commander's hands, strong and tanned, unbuckle his belt, the sound of it echoing in the quiet room. The Commander pushed his uniform trousers down, to reveal tight white military briefs. He stepped onto the balcony, clad only in his underwear, and stretched out on the balcony lounger, exposing his body to the setting sun’s rays.
Sebastian had never consciously looked at another guy’s body before, never thought about it, yet he couldn’t look away.
The Commander’s muscles rippled as he shifted, the faint sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, the way his abs tightened when he exhaled.
He stretched out his long limbs, like a brawny, golden lion now at rest, after having fought and vanquished his foes.
Watching from the floor above, Sebastian could barely breathe. He had never before perceived how masculinity could be so uncompromising, so magnificent. A dull ache throbbed in his chest.
Sebastian’s fingers twitched, his pulse roaring in his ears. He should turn away. He should stop. But he couldn’t.
The Commander stretched again, yawned, and settled back in his lounger. His hands began to slide down his own torso, fingers tracing the edges of his briefs, a slow, deliberate motion that made Sebastian’s breath hitch. Sebastian was uncomfortably aware of the tightness growing in his own shorts, the warmth building in his groin. He clenched his fists, nails biting into his palms, trying to ignore the way his body was betraying him, behaving with a mind of its own.
The Commander’s fingers slid lower, tracing the outline of the mass within his briefs.
Sebastian’s mouth went dry, his eyes widening as he watched the Commander’s hand move, slow and deliberate, over the growing bulge. He could see the Commander’s cock straining against the fabric, the outline of the thick shaft unmistakable. Sebastian’s own cock throbbed in response, a dull ache that made him shift uncomfortably.
He should look away. He should stop watching. But he couldn’t. He was frozen, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding across the way. The Commander’s hand moved again, this time cupping his cock through the fabric, a low groan escaping his lips. Sebastian’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The Commander’s moved to the waist band of his briefs and pushed then down with a slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slid down his thighs, revealing a thick, veined cock, already flushed with blood, the head glistening with pre-cum. Sebastian’s mouth was dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watched the Commander’s cock spring free, bobbing slightly with the movement.
The Commander kicked off his briefs, so he was now fully, magnificently naked, his bare skin glowing golden in the late afternoon light.
The Commander wrapped his long fingers around the shaft of his cock, and began to stroke up and down with a slow, deliberate rhythm. His other hand slid down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his palm, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips.
Sebastian had never seen such a sight before. He had never seen a man so comfortable in his naked body, so unabashed in its splendour.
The Commander's cock was thick, the head a deep, angry red, the veins standing out in stark relief against the tanned skin. Sebastian's own cock was straining against his shorts now, tangled in the fabric. He could feel the wet spot growing, the pre-cum soaking through the fabric, leaving him sticky and uncomfortable.
The Commander's hand moved faster now, his grip tightening around his cock, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His hand increased the pace of his rhythm, his hips bucking slightly with the motion, his abs tightening with each stroke.
Sebastian could barely breath, his eyes locked onto the Commander's cock, watching as it grew harder, thicker, the head swelling with blood. He could see the pre-cum leaking from the tip, the clear fluid glistening in the sunlight, dripping down the shaft onto the Commander's fingers.
Sebastian's own cock was throbbing now, a pounding ache that made his shorts seem tight and uncomfortable. He should stop watching, he knew, but he couldn't.
He was transfixed, his eyes locked onto the Commander's cock, his own body responding with a mind of its own. He could feel the heat building in his groin, the ache in his cock growing more insistent with each passing moment. The Commander’s hips bucked slightly with the motion, his abs tightening with each stroke. Sebastian could see the muscles in his thighs tensing, the way his balls tightened, drawing up close to his body.
"Fuck," the Commander groaned, his voice low and guttural, the sound sending a shiver down Sebastian's spine. He grasped his cock with both hands now, vigorously pumping his weapon.
His hips bucked, his ass clenching as he fucked his own fists, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sebastian watched, his own cock throbbing in time with the Commander's movements, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
"Fuck, yeah," the Commander growled, his voice low and rough, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to Sebastian's groin. "Take it, you little slut. Watch me fucking cum."
Sebastian gasped, his eyes widening at the crude words, the raw, primal display. He shouldn't be watching. He shouldn't be enjoying it. But he couldn't look away.
The Commander gave a guttural roar as he reached his orgasm, his cock jerking violently in his grip, ropes of thick, white cum spurting from the tip in long, pulsating streams. Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as the cum splattered across the Commander’s chest, splashing down his torso in hot, glistening globs. The Commander’s body shuddered, his muscles locking as he came, his cock still jerking, still shooting thick ropes of cum with every spasm.
And to Sebastian’s horror, his own cock responded in kind. The sight of the Commander’s orgasm was enough to cause Sebastian’s cock to spill over, pulsing and spurting inside his shorts.
He let out a gasp, his body convulsing as he came, his eyes wide with shock at the intensity of his own release. He stumbled back from the window, his heart pounding, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He stood there, panting, his eyes wide, his mind racing. What the fuck had just happened? He had never... he had never reacted like that before. He had never even thought about another man like that before. He felt a pang of guilt, a twinge of shame, but it was overshadowed by the raw, primal satisfaction that coursed through his veins.
He looked down at his shorts, at the thick wet stain that was spreading across the fabric, the evidence of his own orgasm. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration.
Sebastian knew he should leave, should retreat to the safety of his room, but he found himself coming back to the window, his eyes still locked onto the Commander's balcony. Commander Walker was still there, his body sprawled out on the lounge chair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. He was still naked, his cock and torso still glistening with cum, the sight of him sending another jolt of electricity straight to Sebastian's groin.
The Commander reached out for his discarded briefs with a lazy hand, and used them to mop up the mess of cum juices across his chest and stomach.
Sebastian watched, his heart still pounding, as the Commander cleaned himself up, his cock slowly softening, but still a formidable sight. The Commander finished cleaning himself up with his briefs, and then looked up, right at Sebastian’s window.
Their eyes locked through the glass, and Sebastian felt his breath catch in his throat. The Commander’s gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he knew exactly what Sebastian had been watching all the time. Sebastian’s face flushed hot, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly turned away, but not before he saw the Commander’s lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk.
Sebastian’s mind was racing. He had never been so exposed, so vulnerable. He had never felt such a raw, primal attraction before. And he had never been so humiliated - caught staring at another guy jerking off, and cumming over himself at the sight of it.
He thought he had to explain himself to the Commander, say that it was all a mistake, that he hadn’t meant to see anything. Yes he had to explain it was all a misunderstanding, there was no time to lose.
He pulled his tshirt down to cover the incriminating stain on his shorts, and raced out of his room and down the stairs to the guest room. His mind was already tumbling through possible excuses and explanations when he reached the guest room door.
He knocked, his heart pounding in his chest, his palms slick with sweat.
There was no answer.
He knocked again, this time harder.
Again there was no answer. But the catch was undone, and the force of Sebastian’s knock caused the door to creak open.
He hesitated, his heart pounding in his ears, then pushed the door open further, stepping into the room.
The Commander was not there. The room was empty, the bed made, the balcony doors still open, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the floor. Sebastian’s heart sank. He had missed him. He had missed the chance to explain, to apologize.
He turned to leave, but a noise from the bathroom stopped him. The sound of running water, the faint hum of a voice. The Commander was in the shower.
Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest. He should leave. He should go back to his room, forget he had ever seen anything, forget he had ever felt anything.
He was about to leave when something white caught his eye on the bedspread, a piece of material.
Sebastian’s heart lurched. It was the Commander’s discarded briefs, the ones he had used to clean himself up, still wet with cum. The sight of it sent a jolt of heat straight to Sebastian’s cock, which was already half-hard again, the fabric of his shorts damp and uncomfortable. He had to get out of there. He had to stop thinking about this. But the briefs were there, lying on the bed, and he couldn’t help but reach out and pick them up. The fabric was warm, moist and slightly sticky on his fingertips.
Sebastian’s fingers trembled as he held the briefs to his nose, inhaling tentatively. He could detect an earthy, deep scent of masculinity, rich and potent, the aroma he guessed of the Commander’s groin. And on top of that, a sharp tang of fresh semen, ripe and complex. Sebastian’s cock twitched painfully against the damp fabric of his shorts, the ache spreading through his groin like a wildfire. He couldn’t stop himself. He had to have more.
His pulse was roaring in his ears. He should run. But his feet didn’t move. Instead, he stood there, frozen, his mind racing with forbidden thoughts, his body betraying him with every breath.
He buried his nose in the fabric of the briefs again, deeply inhaled their rich aroma. He was almost dizzy with the intensity of it, the sense of his pulse hammering in his head, swelling and engorging his cock.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. “What do we have here” it growled, deep and resonant.
The voice was so close, so sudden, that Sebastian nearly dropped the briefs.
He spun around, his face burning, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped animal. Commander Walker stood in the bathroom doorway, naked but for a small white towel wrapped around his waist, his skin still glistening with droplets of water from the shower. The sight of him made Sebastian’s breath catch in his throat.
“You little pervert,” the Commander said, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. His eyes locked onto Sebastian’s, dark and intense, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Sebastian’s face flushed crimson.
His fingers clenched around the Commander’s discarded briefs, his heart hammering against his ribs so violently he feared it might burst. The room spun. The air was thick with the scent of Commander Walker—soap, sweat, and something primal, something raw—and now, beneath it all, the musky, heady aroma of his arousal, still clinging to the fabric in Sebastian’s grip.
“You dirty little pervert” Mitch growled again, stepping closer, his bare feet making no sound against the polished wood floor. Sebastian’s breath hitched. He should have dropped the briefs. He should have run.
But before he had a chance to move, the Commander pounced upon him, grabbing the back of Sebastian’s head with his left hand, and the hand that held the briefs with his right. He held Sebastian’s wrist with a vice like grip and, with irresistible strength, lifted it to Sebastian’s face, covering his mouth and nose with the scrunched up briefs.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock and a choked gasp tore from his throat. The Commander forced the cum-soaked briefs against Sebastian’s lips, smothering his mouth. He could feel the warmth of the fabric, the thick stickiness of the cum oozing against his lips.
Sebastian whimpered. He could taste the Commander—salty, musky, intoxicating. The taste spread across his tongue, flooding his senses, making his head spin. He moaned into the fabric, panting, struggling to breathe through the material.
Sebastian tried to wrest free, but he was helpless against the Commander’s strength, one hand holding his head in place, the other keeping the stained briefs like a muzzle over Sebastian’s mouth and nose.
“This is how the little perverted boy learns his lesson” the Commander growled. “You wanted to sniff my briefs, but now you won’t breathe anything else till I’ve finished with you.”
The Commander forced open Sebastian’s jaw with his fingers, and pushed the wet fabric into his mouth. Sebastian felt a thick glob of semen squeeze out of the material and onto his tongue.
He nearly gagged, but the Commander’s grip was unyielding. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s jaw, forcing his mouth open wider, shoving the briefs deeper inside. Sebastian’s tongue was coated in the Commander’s cum, the salty, bitter taste flooding his senses, making his head spin.
“That’s right,” Mitch growled, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. “You’re gonna taste every fucking drop of me, you perverted little boy.”
He forced Sebastian’s mouth shut over the briefs, and as he closed it tight, the cum squeezed out of the briefs into Sebastian’s mouth, flooding his mouth with its tangy, ripe flavour.
Sebastian gagged, his eyes watering, but the Commander’s grip was unforgiving, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s jaw, forcing him to swallow.
“Swallow it, you little pervert” Mitch growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. “Every fucking drop. You wanted to taste it, didn’t you? Well, now you’re gonna fucking swallow every drop of it.”
Sebastian whimpered, his throat working as he tried to swallow the thick, salty cum. It coated his tongue, slid down his throat in hot, sticky globs. Sebastian’s stomach churned, but the Commander’s grip was iron, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s jaw, forcing him to swallow. The taste was overwhelming—thick, salty, with a sharp edge that made his eyes water. His throat worked convulsively, trying to force it down, but the Commander wasn’t letting him breathe, wasn’t letting him stop.
“That’s it,” Mitch growled, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. “Take it all, you dirty little boy.”
“Now keep that in your mouth while I work out what to do with the rest of you”, the Commander ordered.
Sebastian nodded obediently, keeping the briefs over his mouth and nose with one hand.
The Commander shifted his attention, lifting the hem of Sebastian’s tshirt to expose his shorts.
He raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t hold back a smirk as he inspected Sebastian’s linen shorts. There was a massive wet patch where Sebastian had cum earlier, dark and sticky, and the material bulged over Sebastian’s groin.
The Commander’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with something predatory.
“Look at you,” Mitch growled, his voice rough with amusement. “You’ve made such a mess of yourself.”
Sebastian’s face burned with shame, but the Commander’s words sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock, which twitched painfully against the damp fabric of his shorts. He couldn’t deny it. He had been watching. He had been unable to stop himself cumming at the sight of the Commander’s naked body.
And worst of all his body was betraying him again. As they both watched, Sebastian’s cock swelled even harder, tenting up the wet fabric of his shorts. A fresh damp spot appeared at the peak of the tent, pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock.
Sebastian whimpered again, muffled by the briefs in his mouth, his eyes wide and panicked.
The Commander chuckled darkly, dragging his fingers slowly down the damp front of Sebastian’s shorts, tracing the outline of his aching cock. "You liked watching me, didn’t you?" Mitch’s voice was a low, rough purr, sending shivers down Sebastian’s spine. "You came just watching me. You’re getting hard again just breathing in my scent.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of Sebastian’s shorts and underwear in one motion, yanking them down in a single, forceful pull. The fabric peeled away from Sebastian’s skin, cool air hitting his exposed shaft.
His cock sprang free, eager and flushed with need, sticky and shiny with the cum from Sebastian’s earlier orgasm, while a fresh bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. Under the Commander’s attention, Sebastian’s cock grew harder again, glowing red with ambition.
It was as if the organ had a mind of its own, swelling and throbbing in response to the Commander’s words, the shameful wetness of Sebastian’s earlier release still clinging to the shaft. His balls were tight and drawn up, aching with need. The Commander knelt down to inspect Sebastian’s cock more closely, and Sebastian could feel his hot breath teasing, caressing his flesh. A further bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Sebastian’s cockhead, swelled full, and then dripped to the floor.
The Commander gave a low whistle as he inspected Sebastian’s cock closer again. “Such a beautiful thing” he murmured.
He glanced back up at Sebastian. “Have you ever had a guy touch your Crown Jewels before?” The Commander asked, his voice a dark whisper, hot against Sebastian’s inner thigh as his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin.
Sebastian shook his head, his muffled protest lost behind the cum-soaked briefs clamped between his teeth. His entire body trembled—not just from desire, but from the sheer audacity of the Commander’s words. He’d never imagined another man would speak to him like this, let alone touch him. Every instinct screamed that he should run, but his body refused to obey.
Mitch grinned, his teeth glinting in the dim light of the bedroom. “Good. Then you’re going to learn what it is like to be handled by a real man,” Mitch growled, his voice rough with hunger, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Sebastian’s inner thigh.
He started with Sebastian’s balls, teasing and fondling his sac with his finger tips.
The flesh was soft and heavy, the weight of them hanging thick and full between Sebastian’s thighs. The Commander’s hand cradled the weight, rolling them gently in his palm, squeezing them lightly. He teased Sebastian’s scrotum gently till it loosened, letting each of his balls hang clear, heavy and apart. Sebastian moaned behind the briefs clamped over his mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily forward, as if trying to press more of himself into the Commander’s grip. His cock ached, throbbing with need, the tip already leaking fresh pre-cum that dripped onto the floor in thick, slow drops.
The Commander then released his balls, allowing them to swing back, and then leant in, his mouth hovering just above the flushed tip of Sebastian’s cock, his breath hot and ragged against the sensitive flesh.
Sebastian whimpered again, his body trembling violently now, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. The briefs in his mouth were soaked through, cum seeping past his lips, dripping down his chin. He could taste himself—salt and musk and shame—mingled with the Commander’s lingering presence.
The Commander then focused on the shaft of Sebastian’s cock, tracing delicately with his fingertips the veins that throbbed just below the skin.
He followed the pulse of each vein upwards, from the base of Sebastian’s cock towards the swollen head, and then back again, toying with the delicate folds of skin where the base of his cock met his ball sac.
Sebastian moaned behind the briefs that were still stuffed in his mouth, his hips bucking helplessly as the Commander’s touch sent jolts of pleasure through his body. Another fat bead of pre-cum welled at the tip of his cock before dripping down onto the floor.
The Commander groaned low in his throat, his gaze fixed on the sight of Sebastian’s cock twitching helplessly. "Fuck, you’re responsive,” he growled, his voice rough with approval. “You could explode at any moment.”
He moved from the shaft to now focus on the head of Sebastian’s cock, ruby red, full with blood to bursting.
The skin was taut and shiny with a slippery sheen of pre-cum, the slit already wet and glistening.
Sebastian let out a broken muffled cry behind the cum-soaked briefs strapped over his mouth and nose. His hips jerked involuntarily, his cock attempting to thrust forward, but the Commander’s grip on his hip prevented any real movement. Mitch held him still, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s hip bone, pinning him in place.
The Commander leant closer, his hot breath washing over the sensitive tip of Sebastian’s cock, and then with one fingertip he traced around the ridge of his cock head.
The touch was feather light, a teasing caress that made Sebastian’s entire body shudder.
A broken noise escaped Sebastian’s throat, muffled and desperate, the briefs in his mouth damp with swallowed cum and fresh saliva.
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you?” Mitch’s voice was a dark, knowing purr. “You like having your cockhead played with by a real man.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he leant in further, and with a finger tip started tracing a circle around Sebastian’s sensitive cockhead, pausing underneath to tease the skin where the head met the shaft. Sebastian’s cock pulsed violently, a fresh bead of pre-cum welling up and then dripping down the underside of his shaft. The Commander’s finger caught it, smearing it back up to the tip, his touch slick and deliberate.
"Fuck," the Commander growled, his voice thick with lust. "You’re dripping for me like a little slut."
Sebastian’s face burned with shame, but his cock twitched again, another thick bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. The Commander watched it with dark satisfaction, and placed a fingertip on the bead of pre-cum, rubbing it into the slit of Sebastian’s cock.
The sensation was like agony, sending an electric jolt straight down Sebastian’s cockhead to his balls. His cock throbbed, the veins bulging, his breath coming in ragged gasps through his nose. He was helpless, his body responding to every filthy touch, every filthy word.
“Your cock is so sensitive - I could make you explode with just a touch” Mitch growled, his voice a low, rough purr that sent a shiver down Sebastian’s spine. His fingers traced the swollen ridge of Sebastian’s cockhead again, this time with more pressure, pressing into the delicate skin just beneath the slit.
Sebastian’s hips bucked violently, his cock throbbing in Mitch’s grip. The Commander’s other hand slid up Sebastian’s chest, pushing his t-shirt up to expose his nipples. He pinched one between his fingers, twisting just enough to make Sebastian gasp behind the cum-soaked briefs still stuffed in his mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” Mitch groaned, his voice thick with lust.
“I could make you cum just by playing with your little nipples.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched as Mitch’s fingers twisted his nipple harder, the sharp pain sending a jolt straight to his cock. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, his cock twitching, pre-cum oozing from the tip in a steady stream. The Commander’s other hand kept tracing circles around his cockhead, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the slit. Sebastian’s entire body trembled, his muscles taut with need.
Sebastian’s eyes widened with panic, with fear, as he felt the pressure building up inside him.
He had never been touched like this, never felt anything like this. He was terrified of what was happening to him. He was terrified of what his body was doing, how it would not stop betraying him.
The Commander’s fingers kept teasing his cockhead, his other hand pinching his nipple, twisting it cruelly. Sebastian’s cock throbbed, the veins bulging, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside him.
The Commander rubbed the the slit of Sebastian’s cockhead more firmly now, setting off every nerve ending.
Sebastian’s body arched spastically, his hips jerking forward helplessly, his muffled noises growing louder and more desperate behind the sodden briefs still jammed between his lips. The pre-cum was leaking continuously from the tip of his cock now, lubricating the Commander’s fingers as he stimulated every nerve in Sebastian’s cockhead. The Commander watched avidly as Sebastian’s body lost control, his cock twitching and pulsing as he approached climax.
"Look at you," Mitch growled, his voice rough with approval. "Such a needy little slut, aren't you? Look at you, leaking like a fucking tap just from a little teasing." Mitch's voice was a dark, guttural rasp, his breath hot against Sebastian's trembling flesh. His fingers never stopped moving, tracing the swollen head of Sebastian's cock with agonising precision, smearing the thick pre-cum that kept welling up from the slit.
Sebastian's entire body was on fire, his skin slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. He wanted to beg, to plead, to scream—but the cum-soaked briefs were still jammed between his teeth, muffling every sound he made.
His body was no longer his own. It belonged to the Commander now, to the rough, calloused hands that were driving him to the edge of madness.
Mitch’s fingers tightened around Sebastian’s cockhead, squeezing the sensitive skin hard enough to make him whimper. “You want to cum, don’t you?” the Commander growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “You want to shoot your load all over my hand, you little pervert.”
Sebastian’s hips jerked forward, his cock throbbing painfully, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum. He nodded frantically, his eyes wide and desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps through his nose.
The Commander’s grip on his cock tightened, his thumb pressing hard against the sensitive underside of Sebastian’s cockhead, right where the ridge met the shaft. A fresh wave of pre-cum leaked from Sebastian's slit, dripping down the Commander’s fingers.
Mitch chuckled darkly, his voice rough with amusement. "You're gonna cum when I say you can," he growled, his breath hot against Sebastian's trembling thigh. "And not a second before."
Sebastian whimpered behind the briefs still jammed between his lips, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
The Commander’s fingers were relentless, teasing and tormenting his cockhead, pushing him closer and closer to the edge without letting him fall. Sebastian’s cock throbbed painfully, the veins standing out in stark relief against his flushed skin, his balls drawn up tight against his body. He was so close, so fucking close, but the Commander refused to let him cum.
"Look at you," Mitch growled, his voice a dark, guttural rasp. "Such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Ruled by your cock, begging for it with your eyes. Will you let me own your body, let the troops use you as they wish?” the Commander growled, his voice thick and commanding.
Sebastian whimpered again, his body trembling violently. He knew he should refuse, should pull away, should do anything but submit to the demands being made of him. But his cock thought otherwise.
At the mere mention of being used, of being at the mercy of others, Sebastian’s cock throbbed violently in the Commander’s grip, another thick rope of pre-cum squeezing out of the slit. It dripped down his shaft in a slow, viscous stream, splattering against the polished wood floor below.
The Commander watched it with dark, hungry eyes, his fingers still tormenting the head of Sebastian’s cock.
“Answer me,” Mitch ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “Will you let us use you as we please?”
Sebastian whimpered, his body trembling with lust and shame.
His mind screamed at him to resist, to pull away, to run—but his cock was a traitor, throbbing in the Commander’s hand, leaking thick strands of pre-cum onto the floor.
The Commander’s fingers tightened around the ridge of Sebastian’s cockhead, his thumb pressing hard against the sensitive underside. “Answer me, boy,” Mitch growled, his voice dark and commanding. “Will you let us use you as we please?”
Sebastian’s breath hitched. His mind raced—this was wrong, so fucking wrong—but his body was already betraying him. His cock pulsed in Mitch’s grip, another thick bead of pre-cum welling up from the slit. He couldn’t think straight.
His mind was a fog of lust and shame, his body trembling with need. The Commander’s grip on his cockhead was unyielding, his fingers pressing into the sensitive flesh, making Sebastian whimper behind the cum-soaked briefs still jammed between his lips. His eyes searched wildly for an answer, and when they met the Commander’s he nodded his assent, agreeing that he could be used to whatever end.
The Commander’s lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk. “Good boy,” Mitch growled, his voice rough with approval. He tightened his grip around Sebastian’s cockhead, and used the palm of his hand to rub every part of it.
There was no stopping the Commander now, as he roughly rubbed the head of Sebastian’s cock with his palm, stimulating every nerve.
Sebastian’s body arched, his hips bucking helplessly as he felt the pressure building inside him, his orgasm approaching fast and furious. The Commander’s other hand moved to Sebastian’s balls, cupping them, rolling them, squeezing them just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure-pain through Sebastian’s body.
“Fuck, you’re close,” Mitch growled, his voice thick with lust. “I can feel it. Your balls are so tight, ready to explode. You want to cum all over me, don’t you, you little slut?”
Sebastian could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.
The Commander's hand was a blur, his palm rubbing the head of Sebastian's cock roughly, urgently. The friction was intense, sending jolts of pleasure arcing up his cock and through his body.
It was too much for Sebastian to bear, and he gave a muffled cry, nearly blacked out, as he reached his first orgasm with a man.
His cock pulsed and jerked in the Commander's grip, and he felt the first hot, thick spurt of cum shoot out of him, splattering on the Commander's hand and forearm. The Commander didn't stop, didn't let up, his hand still working Sebastian's cock as he rode out his orgasm, each pulse sending another rope of cum shooting out, painting the Commander's arm in thick, white streaks.
"Fuck, yes," the Commander growled, his voice thick with lust. "Cum for me, you little slut. Empty yourself out.”
Again and again the juices shot out of Sebastian’s cock, until slowly the pulses ebbed, and he whimpered into the briefs as he felt the life force drain out of him.
The Commander gave a rough laugh as he inspected the damage on his hand and arm, coated with thick streaks of Sebastian’s semen.
He stood up, and took the soiled briefs from Sebastian’s mouth, using them to wipe up all the cum on his arm. He tossed the briefs back at Sebastian.
“You can souvenir these” the Commander said roughly. “Jerk off with them later” he said with a sardonic edge.
The Commander furrowed his brow and locked eyes with Sebastian. Sebastian felt his eyes bore into him, stripping whatever defences and dignity he had left.
“Now you’ve learnt your lesson, you’re dismissed” the Commander finished curtly.
Sebastian nodded silently, his body still trembling from the intense orgasm, and quickly gathered his clothes, leaving the room with a mixture of shame and relief.