Chapter 5: Target practice
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The barracks was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the faint, musky tang of male arousal, the air heavy with the weight of anticipation. The dim glow of a single lantern cast long, shifting shadows across the rough-hewn wooden walls, their edges blurring where the flickering light failed to reach. The floor beneath Sebastian’s bare feet was cold and uneven, the planks worn smooth by years of use, their grain dark and uneven, the scent of old sawdust and damp wood clinging to them.
His wrists were still bound tightly above his head, the ropes biting into his skin, his arms stretched wide, his body stretched out in a position that made his chest rise and fall with shallow, ragged breaths.
Weiss stood before him, his red hair slicked back, droplets of water glistening on his pale, muscular shoulders. His towel had fallen to the floor, leaving him completely naked, his cock thick and heavy, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He gripped himself firmly, his fingers sliding up and down the shaft with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Look at this," Weiss said, his voice low and rough. "He’s already leaking again." Weiss murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he watched Sebastian’s cock twitch in response to the sight of his own arousal.
Weiss leant forward, and with a calloused finger, swiped at the heavy bead of pre-cum swelling at the tip of Sebastian’s cock. Weiss inspected the clear liquid carefully.
“This boy’s juices are good” Weiss said with a sly grin. “They’ll make great lube for my cock.” Weiss’s voice was low and rough, his breath hot against Sebastian’s flushed skin. He leaned closer, his free hand reaching out to cup Sebastian’s balls, playing them, toying with them till some further pre-cum oozed out of Sebastian’s slit.
Weiss’s fingers were rough, but his touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he squeezed and rolled the heavy sacs. Sebastian’s hips jerked involuntarily, and he groaned as his cock oozed further pre-cum.
Weiss gathered the juices with his fingers, and used them to moisten and coat his own cock.
Sebastian watched, his breath hitching as Weiss’s thick, flushed cock glistened with the boy’s own pre-cum. Weiss’s fingers were slick with Sebastian’s arousal, and he stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked onto Sebastian’s face.
“Look at you,” Weiss murmured, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re like this. All flushed and trembling, your cock leaking for us.” Weiss’s hand moved faster on his cock, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “And you’re going to be so fucking wet when we’re done with you.”
Sebastian looked up at Weiss standing over him, a tower of creamy, solid muscle. Weiss’s cock jutted out over Sebastian’s prone body, red and angry and hard. Sebastian felt slightly nauseous, sick at what was happening to him. His stomach churned at the thought of being used as a dump for the men’s cum. But what Sebastian thought, and what his body wanted were two different things.
The way Weiss was stroking himself, the way his cock glistened with Sebastian’s own pre-cum, made Sebastian’s body betray him. His cock throbbed painfully, leaking more of the clear fluid down his belly.
Weiss’s breath hitched as he watched Sebastian’s cock twitch. “Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you, juicing more lube for my cock.”
Sebastian’s face burned with humiliation, but his body was no longer his own. His cock pulsed, the head swollen and flushed, the slit oozing more pre-cum.
Sebastian gasped as Weiss roughly swiped the pre-cum off Sebastian’s cock with a calloused finger, rubbing the juices all over Weiss’s erection.
With one hand, Weiss continued to fondle Sebastian’s balls, teasing and toying with them, keeping Sebastian at the edge in a torment of arousal, a steady flow of pre-cum being juiced out of his cock.
And with his other hand Weiss gathered up Sebastian’s juices, swiping the precious clear liquid with his fingers, coating his cock with it, so it grew ever more moist and lubricated.
Sebastian groaned, his cock aching painfully at being milked for his pre-cum yet never being allowed to release.
Weiss’s rough hand continued to squeeze and roll Sebastian’s balls, forcing more of the sweet fluid to leak out before Weiss smeared it over his own cock to make it glisten.
The barracks felt impossibly hot, the air thick with the musk of aroused men and the scent of Sebastian’s own arousal—sweet and salty and intoxicating.
Weiss increased his tempo, squeezing Sebastian’s balls to milk out more fluids, and pumping his own slick cock with his muscular fist.
Sebastian felt faint with the humiliation of his body’s traitorous willingness to aid Weiss in his pleasure. Every time Sebastian’s cock leaked more fluids, Weiss would use them to slather his cock in the clear lubricant. And then he would use his other hand to tease and torture Sebastian’s balls and cock, drawing out yet more pre-cum.
Sebastian’s body was burning up with feverish arousal, sweat beading on his skin and trickling down his torso. His cock was swollen beyond belief, a deep crimson color, weeping pre-cum that pooled in the hollow of his stomach and dripped onto the bench beneath him. He felt faint, dizzy, almost losing consciousness so intense was his arousal, as if his own essence was leaking out of him, and being used to lubricate Weiss’s cock.
Weiss was pumping his cock faster now, his rhythm erratic as his balls drew up tight against his body, ready to erupt. His free hand never stopped milking Sebastian’s balls, rolling the heavy sacs between his fingers, forcing more pre-cum to leak out, making Sebastian squirm against his restraints, his hips bucking helplessly, his cock throbbing with need.
“Oh fuck—” Sebastian’s voice broke on a whimper, his body tensing, his muscles clenching as Weiss’s rough hand squeezed his balls, forcing more of the sweet fluid to leak out of his cock.
The pre-cum ran thick and hot down Sebastian’s stomach, pooling in the dip of his navel before trickling down to the bench beneath him. The warmth of it on his skin only made his arousal burn hotter, his cock aching and throbbing in time with the pulse at his throat.
Weiss’s breathing turned ragged, his cock swelling even thicker in his fist. The head was dark and angry, glistening wetly under the dim lantern light, the shaft slick and swollen. He grunted, his free hand gripping Sebastian’s balls tighter, rolling them in his palm before giving them a sharp tug.
Sebastian gasped, his back arching off the bench, his cock jerking violently.
“Fuck—*please*!”
Weiss smirked down at him, his cock twitching in his grip. “Says the dirty little cocksucker who’s about to get plastered with cum.”
Sebastian’s vision blurred, his body wired and trembling. His cock pulsed between his legs, leaking in thick, greedy beads, his hips twitching helplessly against the ropes.
“Look at you,” Weiss purred, dragging his thumb through the mess on Sebastian’s stomach, smearing the pre-cum over his skin. “So desperate for it. So fucking *eager*.”
Sebastian whimpered, his voice nothing but a broken gasp.
His cock pulsed, desperate for release, for touch, for *anything*. The humiliation of having Weiss use his own arousal to slick up his cock burned through him hotter than any water could’ve scalded. He felt like a live wire, every nerve ending alight, his body trembling with need.
Weiss smirked, his red hair catching the dim lantern light as he leaned in closer. His free hand—rough, calloused—traced slow, possessive patterns up Sebastian’s thigh, his fingers lingering dangerously close to the base of his cock. Sebastian’s hips jerked involuntarily, a sharp cry tearing from his throat.
He couldn’t—couldn’t *stand it*—the way Weiss’s fingers hovered so close to his aching cock, teasing him with the promise of touch that never came. His skin burned where Weiss’s rough palm had smeared his own pre-cum over his stomach, the slick warmth making his cock twitch violently.
Weiss’s smirk deepened, his eyes dark with cruel amusement. “Such a hungry little slut,” he murmured, his voice rough with raw lust. “All I have to do is *look* at you and you’re leaking like a broken tap.” His free hand tightened around his cock, stroking himself with slow, deliberate strokes as he watched Sebastian writhe.
Weiss gave Sebastian’s balls another rough squeeze, and Sebastian whimpered as further thick drops of pre-cum leaked out of him, thicker and creamy.
The clear fluid ran down the base of his cock in rivulets which Weiss captured with his fingers and again used to slick up his own erection. Weiss’s cock glistened with the clear juices, the head dark and swollen.
Sebastian watched in hypnotised shame as Weiss’s cock swelled even bigger, the heavy sacs beneath drawn up tight against Weiss’s body.
Sebastian’s own cock throbbed painfully, and more pre-cum oozed out of him in thick globs, running down the straining length.
Weiss’s hand moved faster on his cock, the skin pulling back to reveal the dark, swollen head with each tug. He began to growl and groan as his orgasm approached.
His thighs trembled, his skin slick with sweat, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. His cock jerked violently in his fist as his balls drew up tighter against his body.
Sebastian watched, alarmed, through the haze of his own arousal, his stomach clenching as thick ropes of pre-cum oozed from his slit with each pulse of his cock. Weiss’s cock twitched in his grip, the head dark and angry, the slit glistening with a bead of pre-cum that swelled larger by the second.
Sebastian’s breath hitched, he flinched, his own cock throbbing in response to the sight.
The muscles in his thighs tightened against the rough wood of the bench, his toes curling involuntarily as Weiss’s hand worked himself harder, faster—until the first thick rope of cum splattered across Sebastian’s chest with a wet splat.
"You filthy little peeping Tom," Weiss growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as more ropes of cum spurted from his cock, painting Sebastian’s skin in sticky white stripes. Again and again, bursts of cum erupted from Weiss’s cock, splattering across Sebastian’s torso. The heat of it burned against Sebastian’s overheated flesh, the scent thick and musky in the air. "Look at you—taking it so well. You’d think you’d never been marked before, boy," Weiss growled as he stepped back from the bench, his cock glistening with the last few twitching ropes of cum. His cum was thick, hot, and clotted on Sebastian’s chest in streaks that looked obscene against the boy’s pale skin.
Sebastian’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body still trembling from the force of Weiss’s release. The ropes bit into his wrists as he arched against them, the ropes digging deeper. His own neglected cock throbbed between his legs, heavy and aching, the tip dark and swollen with unfulfilled need.