Chapter 2: Explorations
Sebastian passed the night fitfully, unable to sleep as replayed the day’s events in his mind.
Had he really discovered this whole new dimension to himself, these urges he couldn’t control, and desires he’d never detected? And his cock had become a wild animal of its own, rearing to life at the slightest hint or touch, spontaneously spilling his load.
He was a mess, a fucking mess, and he didn't know how to clean himself up. He didn't know if he wanted to.
Sebastian tossed and turned, his mind a whirlwind of images and sensations. The Commander's hands on him, rough and demanding. The feel of his own cock, hard and throbbing, leaking pre-cum. The taste of cum, salty and shameful, on the briefs he'd had stuffed in his mouth. The way his body had betrayed him, arching and bucking, begging for more, even as his mind screamed in protest.
He buried himself in the sheets, trying to wish it all away, tossing and turning through the night.
As dawn broke, he could hear the Commander moving around the villa preparing for the day. But no, he did not want to see him, could not bear to see him, with all the shame and uncertainty of how his body would react. He could not trust himself.
Sebastian lay on his bed, listening to the sounds of the Commander having breakfast, then the roar of the jeep coming up the driveway to pick him up, then growing ever fainter as he was driven down to the barracks.
Finally it was silent, and Sebastian could have some peace.
He threw on a loose tshirt and old shorts, and made his way down to the poolside terrace. The view helped calm him, with rolling hills stretching to the horizon.
He could see deep into the valley, where the barracks were sited, and could make out small figures - the troops most likely, going about their morning exercise. He could hear faintly their shouts, as they ran back and forth, could make out, perhaps, that they were shirtless, exposing their bodies to the sun.
He imagined their bodies glistening with sweat, muscles taut and defined. He felt a dull yearning in the pit of his stomach, and a warmth stirring his shorts, and he shifted uncomfortably.
No this wouldn’t do. He took himself away from the view, and flopped on a lounger by the pool, trying to distract himself.
But it was too hot, and he was too restless. He took off his tshirt, lay back on the lounger, and closed his eyes, hoping the sun and warmth would make it all go away.
And then he remembered. In the pocket of his shorts were the Commander’s white briefs that he’d kept from the day before.
It was like a trapdoor had opened in his mind, that he was helplessly drawn to, that he was at risk of falling through.
He held the thought of the briefs in his mind, tried to push it away, but the thought held firm.
He fingered the briefs in his pocket, feeling the rough texture, remembering the scent of the Commander’s sweat and cum that still lingered. He pulled them out, and inspected them. They were slightly stiff and brittle in patches, from the dried cum, the Commander’s and his own. He brought the briefs to his face, and inhaled deeply. The smell was intoxicating, and he felt his cock stirring in his shorts. There was no escape now.
He looked around furtively, then slipped the briefs under the waistband of his shorts, pressing them against his growing erection. He imagined the Commander’s hands on him, his rough voice commanding him, the memory of the Commander’s order that he jerk off to the briefs. He began to stroke himself through the fabric of his shorts, feeling the friction against his cock.
He glanced about to confirm he was alone on the terrace, and then pushed his shorts and underwear down to his ankles.
His cock sprang free, already hard and leaking pre-cum. He held the Commander's briefs in one hand, and used them to cup his balls, feeling the rough texture of the fabric against his scrotum. He wrapped the fingers of his other hand around his cock, testing its length and hardness.
He remembered how the Commander had inspected his cock and balls so carefully, found every nerve to stimulate. He’d never explored his own cock properly before - he’d always been furtive and quick and ashamed any time he needed to jerk off. But now, he wanted to understand it better, this strange beast with a mind of its own.
He sat up on the lounger to study his own cock and balls intensely.
He’d never really looked at them before, not like this. He’d never had the time, or the inclination. But now, he wanted to know every inch of himself, every nerve and vein and ridge. He wanted to know what made him feel good, what made him want to cum.
He ran his fingers over the head of his cock, feeling the smooth skin, the sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft. He traced the veins that ran along the length, feeling them pulse with his heartbeat. He cupped his balls in his hand, feeling their weight, their softness. He rolled them gently, feeling the skin stretch and shift.
He pulled at his foreskin, stretching it cover the head of his cock, then pulling it back to unsheath its glory.
His cockhead glowed hot and sensitive, and he felt a fresh bead of pre-cum well up at the tip. He swiped it away with his thumb, smearing it across the crown of his cock, then brought his thumb to his mouth, feeling the salty tang on his tongue when he licked it clean.
He watched, fascinated, as another bead of pre-cum bloomed at the tip of his cock, and squeezed his head so the droplet swelled even further.
As he watched the pre-cum glisten in the sun, an evil idea appeared to him.
He bent down as far as he could, and pulled up his cock and balls with his hands as far as they would go. It was a bit of a stretch, but he thought he could make it - stretching as far as he could go, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bead of pre-cum off the tip of his cock, with quick swipe.
The salty taste exploded on his tongue, and he gasped, his cock twitching in his hand. He was so close to doing something he’d never done before, something that would push him even further into the shameful, forbidden territory that he had never even known existed.
He had to try again, now that he’d done it once, so he doubled up again, stretched as as hard as he would go, and poked out his tongue again: this time he held his tongue against the tip of his cock and licked back and forth, teasing his own cockslit.
The sensation was electric, and he felt his cock pulse and leak more pre-cum onto his tongue. He felt dizzy, with stars in his eyes, as the taste of his pre-cum and his own cockhead overwhelmed his senses, while his slit buzzed and jolted at being stimulated by his own tongue.
He was alone, but he knew he couldn’t keep this up for long. He needed more, he needed to cum, and he wanted to take himself to a place he’d never been. He sat back on the lounger, his cock throbbing in his hand, and began to stroke himself in earnest, to bring himself closer to his climax.
He wrapped the Commander’s briefs around his shaft, using the rough fabric to add friction as he jerked himself off.
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged gasps as he began to move faster, his hand sliding up and down the length of his cock. The briefs were rough against his sensitive skin, adding a new layer of sensation that made him groan. He could feel the pre-cum dripping down his shaft, and he used his other hand to smear it around, coating his cock in his own arousal.
He watched his hand move, fascinated by the sight of his cock, the way it oozed and glistened with pre-cum.
He felt the need to lick it again, to taste himself, so he bent over again, stretching as far as he could go, to lick at his leaking cock again.
His tongue flicked over the slit, feeling the salty taste of his own pre-cum, and he moaned softly, his cock twitching in his hand. He could feel the briefs rubbing against his balls, adding another layer of sensation that sent shivers down his spine.
Sebastian’s fingers worked faster, his hand moving up and down his cock with increasing urgency. He could feel the briefs digging into his balls, the rough fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through him. The combination of the briefs and his hand was driving him wild, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
His balls were tight, his cock throbbing, and he knew he was close. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, needed to take himself to an unspeakable place.
As he felt himself nearing his climax, he bent double once again, stretching himself and his cock as far as they would go, and placed his lips and tongue around the tip of his own cock.
The sensation was electric, unimaginable, and his cock exploded, shooting a jet of cum through his own parted lips and into his own mouth.
He nearly gagged, the taste of his own cum filling his mouth, but he held on, swallowing it down, feeling it slide down his throat. He couldn’t help but cry out, his body convulsing, as he continued to cum, his cock pulsing into his own mouth.
Again and again he came, filling his mouth with jet after jet of his own hot juices.
He could feel his cock pulsing, his balls emptying, and he moaned around his own shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. He was lost in a haze of sensation, as his mouth flooded with cream, spilling over his lips and down his chin.
He could feel his own cum dripping down his neck, onto his chest, and he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
He pulled back, gasping for air, his cock still pulsing in his hand. He looked down at himself, at the mess he'd made, and felt a surge of shame, mixed with astonished pride at what he’d managed to do. He’d never imagined that that was possible, that it could feel so good.
He collapsed back on the lounger, spent, the taste of his own cum still rich in his mouth, boyjuice still splattered on his lips and chin.
Suddenly, his mood was broken by the sound of boots crunching on the gravel driveway.
Sebastian froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly tucked his cock away and pulled up his shorts, but it was too late. Private Weiss was already rounding the corner, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Sebastian sprawled on the lounger, his chest heaving and his lips glistening.
Weiss gave Sebastian a cool glance with his ice blue eyes, and gave a polite cough. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
Sebastian blushed furiously, trying to sit up straight. "I-I was just...sunbathing," he stammered
Weiss raised an eyebrow. "I see,” he said crisply. “Well, the Commander sent me back here, to pick up some papers for him. Can you let me up to his room?”
Weiss’s tone was carefully neutral, not giving a thing away.
“Of, of course” Sebastian stammered, as he scrambled up. As he led the Private into the villa and up the stairs, his mind raced. Had Private Weiss seen any of his shame or not? Or was he playing dumb?
They made their way into the Commander’s bedroom.
The room was large, with a high ceiling and tall windows that let in the golden afternoon light. The Commander’s bed was neatly made, the sheets and cover crisp and flat, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Sebastian felt a strange mix of guilt and anticipation as he led Weiss into the room.
As the door swung shut behind them, Weiss walked across to the desk and picked up some papers, before turning back to Sebastian. His blue eyes were sharp and piercing, and Sebastian could feel his heart racing.
The room suddenly felt too small, claustrophobic, and Sebastian became sharply aware that he was barely dressed - only in loose shorts, shirtless and barefoot - compared to Weiss’s crisp military uniform. Weiss’s red hair was neatly cropped, his neat shirt and army trousers tightly fitting his well-honed muscles.
Weiss stepped up to Sebastian and stood close, too close to him. He fixed Sebastian with his sharp blue eyes.
“I’ve heard about you, you know” Weiss said coolly.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in fear. He could feel Weiss’s hot breath on his face, the heat from his muscular body radiating through his uniform.
“I’ve heard that you’re a peeping Tom, a bit of a pervert” Weiss said, his tone calm yet accusing.
His voice was low, almost a growl, and Sebastian could feel the heat of his breath against his cheek.
Sebastian’s breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch inside his shorts. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Weiss’s eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, his body pressing against Sebastian’s. “Don’t lie to me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’ve heard you’re bursting with cum, and hungry for cock. That certainly sounds like what I saw by the pool.”
Sebastian’s face burned scarlet. He could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, his pulse thrumming in his throat. The air between them was thick with tension, with the scent of sweat and cum and something darker, something hungry.
Weiss didn’t back down. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Sebastian’s ear. “You’ve been gorging on your own jism,” he said, his voice low, almost amused. *"I can smell it on your breath. You’re a fucking cumslut, aren’t you?"
Sebastian’s breath hitched.
He could feel the heat radiating off Weiss’s muscular body, could see the pulse of his heart in the hollow of his throat. He tried to speak, but his voice was stuck in his throat, a pathetic whimper.
Weiss’s lips curled into a smirk. "You like that, don't you? Being caught with your pants down, literally." He pushed his body harder against Sebastian’s, forcing him back till he slammed against the wall.
Sebastian’s eyes widened with panic as he realised he was trapped, hard against the wall, while Weiss pressed down on him with the full force of his body.
He could feel every contour of the Private’s muscles, the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his uniform. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel his nipples and chest being grazed by the coarse material of Weiss’s shirt.
But worst of all, Sebastian could feel his cock responding despite himself, swelling hard in his loose shorts.
Weiss began to grind his hips into Sebastian’s, their groins pressed firmly together.
Sebastian could feel the thick bulge in Weiss’s trousers, hard and insistent against his own growing erection. He tried to squirm away, but Weiss held him fast, his hands gripping Sebastian’s wrists and pinning them above his head.
“You like that, don’t you?” Weiss growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You like feeling a real man’s cock against yours?”
Sebastian whimpered, unable to form words. His body betrayed him, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction against Weiss’s cock.
Weiss chuckled, a dark and hungry sound. “And while I know you’re a perve, have you ever handled a real man’s cock before, not just your own toy?” Weiss demanded, his voice rough and low, his breath hot against Sebastian’s ear.
Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. His cock throbbed painfully inside his shorts, his balls aching with need. He had never been this close to a man like this, never been this exposed.
Weiss’s grip tightened on his wrists, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s skin. “Tell me how much you want to worship my cock” he snarled, his voice dripping with amusement. “Tell me how much you need it.”
Sebastian’s face burned. “No,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Weiss ground his hips again into Sebastian’s with massive strength, forcing Sebastian to cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hard, you little pervert,” Weiss growled, his voice laced with amusement and lust. “You can’t hide it, can you? Your cock’s leaking all through your shorts.”
Sebastian could feel the wet spot growing, the pre-cum oozing out of him, a testament to his arousal. He tried to squirm away, but Weiss held him fast, his grip like iron.
“Please,” Sebastian whimpered, his voice barely audible. “Please, stop.”
Weiss laughed, a low, dark sound. “Stop? You want me to stop?” He turned slightly, so his hipbone was hard against Sebastian’s groin, and reached down to pull open the fly of his military trousers.
Sebastian could feel the heat radiating from Weiss’s crotch, could see the outline of his thick cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He tried to look away, but Weiss’s grip on his wrists was too strong, holding him in place.
”Look at me, you little pervert,” Weiss growled, his voice low and commanding. “Look at what you’re making me do to you.”
Sebastian’s eyes flicked down, and he gasped at the sight of Weiss’s cock, hard and straining against the thin material of his boxers. Through the thin fabric he could see the outline of a thick vein running along the shaft, the swollen head pushing against the fabric, leaking pre-cum.
He could smell the musky scent of Weiss’s arousal, and it made his own cock throb painfully in his shorts.
Weiss’s eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. “You like what you see, don’t you, you little cock-hungry slut?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Sebastian could only whimper in response, his body betraying him, his hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction against Weiss’s hip. “You want to see it, don’t you? You want to see my big, hard cock.”
Sebastian nodded, his eyes wide, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He could feel his cock throbbing painfully inside his shorts, the pre-cum soaking through the fabric. His body was betraying him, his groin grinding against Weiss’s hip involuntarily.
Weiss’s blue eyes sharpened with lust as he watched Sebastian’s reaction. He grinned, a wicked, knowing smile that made Sebastian’s stomach clench with a mix of fear and anticipation. “Good boy,” Weiss murmured, his voice low and rough. “Then open my fly and get it out.”
Weiss tightened his grip on Sebastian’s wrist, and forced the younger lad’s hand down to his boxer shorts. “Go on” Weiss whispered “get my cock out. You know you want to.” Weiss’s voice was a dark growl, his fingers digging into Sebastian’s wrist. “Take it out. Show me what you’ve been dreaming about.”
Sebastian’s breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs. He could feel his own cock throbbing painfully inside his shorts, his balls aching with need. His fingers trembled as he fumbled with the button of Weiss’s boxer shorts, his mind racing with a mix of fear and anticipation.
“That’s it,” Weiss murmured, his voice low and rough. “ I want to see you worship it,” Weiss ordered, his grip tightening on Sebastian’s wrist as he guided his fingers through the gaping fly of his boxers.
Sebastian flinched as his fingers met skin inside Weiss’s boxers, hotter and harder than he expected. He wanted to pull back, but Weiss held Sebastian’s wrist firm, forcing his hand further into his boxers.
Sebastian could feel the coarse hair of Weiss’s pubic region, and then, his fingers brushed against something hot, hard, and pulsing. He gasped, his eyes wide with shock and excitement.
“That’s right,” Weiss growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve found it. Now, take it out. I want to see you stroke it.”
Sebastian’s heart pounded in his chest as he wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft of Weiss’s cock. It was hot and hard, the skin smooth and velvety, and he could feel the pulse of blood through the veins that ran along its length.
Sebastian pulled Weiss’s cock out, holding it in the palm of his hand. His eyes widened as he realised its size.
The thick, veined length of Weiss’s cock was larger than anything he’’d seen before, the swollen head already glistening with pre-cum. He could feel the heat radiating off it, the weight of it in his hand. It was heavier than he expected, difficult to reach his fingers around. His own cock throbbed painfully inside his shorts, the pre-cum soaking through the fabric, now making it sodden.
Sebastian’s fingers trembled as he wrapped them around the thick shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath his touch. He could hear Weiss’s sharp intake of breath, feel the way his body tensed beneath him.
“You like that, don’t you?” Weiss growled, his voice low and rough. “You like holding my cock? You like feeling how thick it is?” Weiss’s voice was a dark, guttural growl, his breath hot against Sebastian’s ear. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s wrist, guiding his hand up and down the shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. “Tell me.”
Sebastian’s throat tightened. His voice came out as a broken whisper. “Y-yes, sir.”
Weiss chuckled darkly, low in his throat. “Good boy.” He forced Sebastian’s hand to slide up and down the shaft, the veins standing out like ropes beneath his skin.
Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat as he watched the pre-cum bead at the tip, glistening like a drop of molten gold. The scent of musk and sweat filled his nostrils, making his head spin. His own cock ached, pressing painfully in his shorts against Weiss’s hip, and he could feel the wet spot growing larger, staining the fabric.
Weiss’s grip tightened on his wrist, forcing Sebastian’s hand faster up and down his cock. “Pump it harder,” he growled, his voice gaining in excitement. “I want to see you stroke my cock like you mean it. Like you want to make me cum all over you.”
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged gasps as he obeyed, his hand moving faster up and down the thick shaft. He could feel the heat of Weiss’s cock, the way it throbbed and pulsed in his hand. He could see the pre-cum oozing at the tip, and he felt a deep overwhelming urge to drive It harder.
“Let go of my wrist,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “so I can use both hands.” He wrapped both hands around the thick shaft and started to pump harder.
His fingers were slick with pre-cum, his palm coated in the thick, salty fluid, lubricating his hands so he could work faster on Weiss’s cock.
He could feel the heat of it, the way it throbbed and pulsed in his grip, the veins standing out like ropes beneath his skin. He could hear Weiss’s ragged breathing, feel the way his body tensed and relaxed with each stroke.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Weiss groaned, his voice low and rough. “You’ve got a natural talent for cock, don’t you, you little slut?”
Sebastian’s face burned at the words, but his hands couldn’t stop. He felt the power of being able to pleasure this man, of being able to make him feel this good. He wanted to see him cum, wanted to see the evidence of his pleasure all over him.
His fingers tightened around the thick shaft, his grip unrelenting as he pumped harder, faster, his knuckles slick with pre-cum. The veins on Weiss’s cock pulsed under his touch, and he could feel the heat radiating from the man’s body, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.
Sebastian’s breath came in sharp gasps, his chest heaving as he worked Weiss’s cock. As Sebastian pumped, Weiss’s hip ground in time against Sebastian’s groin. His shorts were soaked through, the wet spot spreading, his cock throbbing painfully against the fabric. He could feel the wetness between his legs, his balls aching with need.
His fingers worked frantically, his grip tightening as he pumped Weiss's cock faster and faster. Weiss growled with heat as his orgasm approached.
"Fuck, you're making me cum, you little slut," he grunted, his voice ragged. "Keep going, keep pumping that cock, I'm gonna fucking blow my load all over you."
Sebastian's heart raced as he felt the power of making this man cum. He pumped harder, his hands moving in a blur up and down the thick shaft. He could feel the veins pulsing, the head swelling, and he knew Weiss was close.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Weiss chanted, his body tensing. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum all over you."
Sebastian felt a surge of excitement. He wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, to be marked by it.
He wanted to be the one to make this man cum, to see the evidence of his pleasure all over him. His fingers tightened around the thick shaft, his grip unrelenting as he pumped faster.
"Fuck, yes," Weiss groaned, his voice low and rough. "That's it, keep going, you little cockslut. I'm gonna cover you with my cum."
Weiss gave a loud shout as he reached his orgasm. His body tensed, his cock throbbed in Sebastian's hands, and then he was cumming, his hot, sticky load shooting out in thick ropes, hitting Sebastian's chest and stomach.
Sebastian gasped, feeling the hot liquid hit his skin, marking him, claiming him. He could feel it splattering over his stomach, burning his skin. Sebastian’s breath hitched as he watched further thick ropes of cum arc through the air, landing on his arms, his chest, his neck. It was overwhelming, too much, and tipped Sebastian’s aching cock over the edge.
He couldn't hold back any longer, his body convulsing as his own cock exploded in his shorts, sending pulses of hot cum soaking through the material, adding to the mess on his skin.
Weiss watched him, his blue eyes dark with lust as Sebastian’s body shuddered with his orgasm. “That’s it, you little cumslut,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Cum for me. Show me how much my cock drives you wild.”
Sebastian could only whimper in response, his body wracked with pleasure, his cock pulsing in his shorts. He could feel the wetness spreading, his cum mixing with Weiss’s on his skin.
Weiss’s eyes gleamed as he watched Sebastian’s orgasm subside. Sebastian was covered in cum, his bare torso splattered with streaks of rich cream, while his shorts were soaked through. He was a beautiful disgrace.
Sebastian’s chest heaved as he stared down at himself, his body slick with the evidence of their shared release. Weiss’s cum dripped down his stomach, glistening in the sunlight filtering through the high windows. His own cum had soaked through his shorts, staining the fabric dark with the proof of his shame and pleasure.
Weiss’s fingers brushed against Sebastian’s cheek, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. The red-haired man’s eyes burned with a dark, hungry intensity, his breath hot against Sebastian’s lips. “You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Just like I imagined.”
Sebastian whimpered, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm.
Weiss’s fingers traced the line of his jaw, his thumb brushing against Sebastian’s lower lip. “You know what you need to do now, don’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
Sebastian nodded, his eyes wide. He knew exactly what Weiss wanted. He could see it in the dark hunger of his blue eyes, feel it in the way his body pressed against Sebastian’s, still hard and insistent. “Say it,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Tell me what you want to do with all this cum.”
Sebastian’s face burned, but his body betrayed him, his mouth watering. “Feed it to me” he whispered, ashamed.
“I want to taste you, to taste us.”
Weiss’s eyes flashed with lust, and he growled, “Good boy. Now, eat it up.”
Weiss swiped at a puddle of cum on Sebastian’s chest, and raised his fingers to Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian’s heart raced as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick at the cum on Weiss’s fingers. He could taste the salty, slightly bitter flavor of their combined releases, and it sent a jolt of electricity right through his body. He lapped it up, sucking on Weiss’s fingers.
Weiss took another swipe of cum from Sebastian’s chest and again raised it to his mouth. Sebastian licked his fingers again greedily, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, musky flavor of their combined orgasms. His eyes fluttered shut as he savored the taste.
“Fuck, you’re a dirty little slut,” Weiss growled, his voice thick with approval. “You love it, don’t you? You love eating my cum off your own skin.”
Sebastian whimpered, his face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. He nodded, unable to speak as Weiss’s fingers filled his mouth.
Steadily, Weiss worked away, wiping all the cum off Sebastian’s torso and feeding it to him. Sebastian eagerly lapped it up, filling himself with their combined juices.
He could feel the heat of Weiss's gaze on him, the way his eyes darkened as he watched Sebastian's tongue dart out, licking every last drop off his fingers.
"Fuck, you're insatiable, aren't you?" Weiss growled, his voice thick with lust. "You can't get enough cum."
Sebastian whimpered, his face flushed with embarrassment and desire. He couldn't deny it. He was hungry for more, hungry for everything Weiss could give him.
Weiss chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “You’ve done very well. The Commander would be very pleased with what you’ve learnt.”
The Private pulled his trousers back up and straightened up his clothes. He gave Sebastian a sharp glance.
“You’d better make yourself good, and get yourself ready before the Commander returns this evening” Weiss finished, before turning on his heel and heading out the door.