Date: Thu, 03 Mar 2022 15:03:01 -0800
From: sean@seanreidscott.com
Subject: The Captain and his Privates Ch. 4

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The Captain and his Privates
By Sean Reid Scott
Sean@seanreidscott.com


PART FOUR


TO SAY I DIDN'T SLEEP A WINK all night would somehow be an
understatement. I tossed and turned, reviewing in my mind the exquisite,
salacious time the three of us had spent touching Captain McAllister. And
between tossing and turning, I came. I don't know how many times. But in
the morning, my sheets were wet with cum.

Being a Sunday, the base was still pretty quiet. Kenny, Sam, and I had a
few chore duties to tend in the morning, but when they were done, the three
of us talked and speculated about what this "training" the Cap had in mind
might entail.

"He's gonna make you cum, for sure," Kenny proposed. "No way is he going to
let you humiliate him by not cumming." He looked at Sam and said, "I'm just
glad you and I ejaculated, buddy. I think he's got a vendetta against Sean
now." He looked back to me and added, "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes
now, buddy."

Sam said, "Aw, Kenny... don't make it into such a negative! Fuck, I wish I
was Sean right about now! Can you imagine? Being called into Cap's
quarters, alone? You know he's gonna put on a muscle show like no
other. His whole agenda will be to make Sean come!" Sam looked at me and
added, talking to Kenny as if I weren't even there, "Maybe he'll even fuck
him!"

"Nah," Kenny sneered. "No way. Cap isn't gonna fuck anybody. The whole
purpose of all this is to not cum, Sam. No way is he gonna fuck
anybody. That'd mean losing! Fucking means cumming, man. His whole point is
self-control and willpower. Nah, he's gonna torture Seanny with his body. I
can promise you, the only guy who has an orgasm in Cap's hut today will be
Private Sean Scott." He also looked right at me without talking to me.

"You guys are sick," I scoffed. "I didn't sleep a wink all night, and all
you can do is taunt me, and make me feel horrible about what might happen
in there."

They both looked down. "Sorry, man," Sam said softly.

"What are you going to do?" Kenny asked. At least they were talking to me
now, instead of about me.

"What do you mean, do?" I asked. "What am I supposed to do? I'm gonna
report to his quarters, as ordered, dufus!"

"I mean, well... what do you think he's going to do with you? And how do
you think you'll react?" Kenny asked.

"I dunno."

"Are you scared?" Sam chimed in.

"No. Yes. I dunno," I said. "Maybe a little."

"But I bet that hard-on you have right now is looking forward to some more
time with our resident muscle man," Kenny smiled, looking down at my
crotch."

My face flushed hot with my embarrassment. "Yeah, well, you two dudes are
the ones who came last night," I taunted back. "I only have a boner. You
guys squirted all over hell at him!"

"Yeah," Sam said, "but I bet your not gonna be so lucky today, man." He
looked off into the distance and pondered: "Damn, all alone with Cap in his
barracks. I wonder if he'll have you get into bed with him."

"...or maybe he'll order you to fuck his ass," Kenny added. "Shit, ain't no
one gonna be able to keep from cumming then."

"Ignoramus," Sam slapped Kenny's leg. "No way. Cap's a top. No way will he
let anyone come near that muscle ass of his!"

"How do you know he's a top, you cock-sucker?!" Kenny protested. "You been
alone with him yourself?"

Sam smiled. "I wish! But think about it, K. Cap's the ultimate Alpha
Male. You think he bottoms? You're outta your mind, private." He snickered.

"Guys," I interrupted. "Not helping here." Indeed, their talk about topping
Captain McAllister was making me even harder than before. Fuck. I wouldn't
even be able to get inside before I'd be squirting all over that hard ass
and that barn-door-sized back.

Kenny and Sam sighed. "Well, I doubt there's much we can do to help,
Seanny," Kenny said. "Other than, maybe, make you come and come all day
right up until 1500 hours. Maybe you'll be too spent to do anything when
you get there."

"Kenny," Sam said seriously, "you are an idiot. A guy could come all day,
every day, for a year, and as soon as he sees Cap all naked and
shit... there's no way he doesn't come again."

I sighed. Seriously not helping. "Guys," I said, "I'm already exhausted
from cumming all night. Just thinking about it. You guys should have seen
my sheets this morning."

"Didn't need to, man," Sam said. "You could smell your spunk all over the
barracks."

"Shit," I said. "But that's my point, I guess. Even after all that... just
look at me..." I glanced at my crotch. "Gonna cum any second, man. Besides,
if I jerk off any more, I'll be raw."

"Don't want to be raw, man," Sam said. "I agree with you. Save yourself for
later. Last thing you want is to go in there sore. That'd be the shits."

Kenny nodded at Sam and sighed. "Guess you're right."

The rest of the day swung back and forth between trepidation and
anticipation. I didn't eat much. But I did manage to hydrate myself; the
guys helped with that too, making sure I drank every hour.






AT 1500 HOURS SHARP, I KNOCKED on Cap's door.

"Enter!" he called from inside.

I went in and stood at attention. "Private First Class Sean Scott,
reporting as ordered, SIR!" I saluted.

He returned the salute, ordered me to at ease, and then crossed behind me
to lock the door.

I don't know why, but that made me uneasy. It's not like I wasn't expecting
him to ensure our privacy. Dunno. I guess I was just really nervous.

Captain McAllister returned and stood in front of me. He was in
uniform--tan shirt under camo jacket and pants, matching camo hat. His
silver captain's bars glistened on his jacket collar. I never understood
how they got a uniform that would fit his body. He must have them custom
made because in order to get something that big around the shoulders and
chest, you'd have it looking like a tent at the waist, flopping all over
the place. But his uniforms were always form-fitting and
snug--everywhere--a fact that never ceased to amaze, and stimulate, the
people with whom he came in contact.

With whom? Don't ask me why I'm using such correct english. I can
miss-conjugate my verbs and end sentences with prepositions like the best
of `em. I guess my train of thought while standing alone in Cap's immense
presence made me more than a tad neurotic.

He walked around the end of his desk, which was placed at the side of the
large room. He picked up a file folder and began reading something. While
he kept his eyes on the paper he talked: "Private, I've noted in your file
here that you exhibited advanced self-discipline during our training
exercise yesterday." He looked up at me and added, "Certainly better than
your fellow soldiers anyway."

"Thank you, sir."

He continued to reference the file folder. "And I want you to know that
I've given you a commendation as well, for your... skill... in your efforts
to obtain your goal."

"Thank you, sir." What the fuck? He was noting, in my file, and giving me
an official commendation... for... well... for... basically for... sucking
him off? Trying to get him to come?" Holy shit. Can't wait to write home
and tell my parents about that honor. Is there a service ribbon for that?

He closed the folder and placed it back on his desk. "...In spite of not
actually realizing that goal." He crossed back and stood at the front of
the desk, a few feet away.

"Yes, sir," I said without emotion.

He rested his butt against the edge of his desk and supported his weight
with his hands, also on the edge of his desk. Even with that Army jacket
on--long sleeves and all--his triceps bulged. "Private, off the record now,
I wanted to let you know that you show promise, son. A lot of promise."

"Sir?"

His face took on an almost lecherous grin. Bright white teeth. "You got
nice hands, Scott. And you know how to work your mouth, son."

I blinked my eyes quickly. "Thank you, um... sir." I added, a bit subdued,
"But evidently not nice enough to... ahem... achieve my goal. Sir."

He chuckled. "Don't take it personally, son. You really didn't have a
chance, to be honest. My self-discipline and control are pretty-much
impenetrable. So don't beat yourself up."

Again with the hubris. Cap was in a league by himself, so I had no basis to
argue with his claims.

"But I have to admit, Sean... May I call you Sean, in this private
setting?"

He's asking me what he can call me? Holy hell. "Yes, sir. Of course, sir."

He nodded. "I have to admit, the fact that you didn't succumb, out of the
three of you, that I've taken it as a personal challenge."

"Challenge, sir?"

He nodded and smiled. "Yes. I'm intrigued by your control. And I want to
see what it takes to push you over the edge."

"Sir?"

"I have no doubt that I can do it, mind you," he said, "but I think that
maybe the other two privates might have been a distraction for you."

I said nothing, staring straight ahead at him.

"So, that's why I ordered you here this afternoon. I've already won the
challenge you three put on me, so now, I'm offering you the same
challenge."

I remained silent.

"Two hours--not that I believe it will take that long when it's just you
and me--but that's my challenge. You and me, alone, for two
hours. One-on-one. You'll come, Sean. And I'll enjoy making you come."

Holy fuck. Yesterday's encounter was an unbelievable fantasy come
true. This... this? It was a fantasy that was beyond unbelievable.

"What do you say, Private?"

I swallowed. Fuck yes. "Yes, sir," I squeaked. I actually have no idea why
I didn't come last night, so I was not very enthusiastic about my chances
now. But fuck, I was totally looking forward to being defeated in this
challenge.

"Good." He pushed himself off the edge of the desk. He walked toward his
bed; when he got there, he turned to me, now about 15 feet away, and
ordered me to attention. I turned and faced him, at attention. "And this
new challenge is not without purpose," he said.

"Sir?"

"The exercise will actually be a basic overview and assessment," he
said. "I know you need more training, private. And this will help me assess
your weaknesses--your deficiencies. Then I can proceed with the proper
course of instruction and demonstration."

"Yes, sir."

As he continued to talk, he began to undress. He started by removing his
camo hat and tossing it on a nearby chair, then he began to open his
jacket. "I'm sure you understand the importance of this kind of training,
private. Any weakness--or even perceived weakness--in a soldier can be
exploited by the enemy." He casually unbuttoned his uniform's jacket. "It's
my job as your CO to identify those weaknesses, and then train you to
discipline yourself to overcome those weaknesses." He finished unbuttoning
his jacket, pulled it open, and took it off. He tossed it on the chair.

If you've never seen Captain McAllister in person, you really can't
comprehend how magnificent his physique is. Even seeing him every day for
the past few months... I'm still not able to control my reaction when I see
him. And now, seeing him in just his tan Army T-shirt, after he'd been
covered in that jacket... once again I just could not believe how massive,
defined, and goddamn gorgeous his upper body was. Even with that cotton T,
his shoulders, chest, arms and waist were just astounding. I struggled to
maintain my attention position. I needed to look away; he was too
fantastic.

He stood still for a moment. "If you were ever to be captured by the
enemy," he said, "even though the Geneva Convention is in force, not every
foreign power follows it. In that circumstance, it's possible you might be
subject to unusual and inhumane treatment--up to and including exploitation
of your sthenolagnia."

"Sthenolagnia, sir?"

"Sexual and erotic arousal when exposed to demonstrations of strength and
display of big muscles."

"Yes... sir."

"It's there, in your file folder, private," he nodded toward his
desk. "You've been diagnosed--as have your two buddies. But of course, the
diagnosis of Kenny and Sam is top secret. Not to be discussed outside this
room, private."

"Yes, sir."

"It's the Army's equivalent of HIPAA."

And you may have just violated it, captain. Not like I was going to call
him on it though....

"Actually, an inordinate number of the men in Company C have been diagnosed
with this condition. The Base doctors and psychiatrists are perplexed by
it. "Why are so many of my men--way more than the general
population--afflicted?"

I could make a wild guess.

He started working on his pants, undoing his belt and unzipping.

My heart was racing. I mean, yeah, it had been less than 24 hours ago that
I'd actually been boning the man with my mouth, but as I alluded above,
every time you see Cap it's like the first time. Maybe even better than the
first time--because you know what's coming.

He pulled open his pants at the zipper, but then started to work on his
T-shirt. He began to pull the shirt out from his waist, first the front
then around to the back. The play of triceps and biceps against his short
sleeves was muscle intoxication. Once he'd pulled the hem of his shirt out
of his pants, he lifted it up and over his head. He tossed it with his
other clothes.

As I knew I would, I audibly gasped.

"You okay, Sean?" he smiled.

I was glad he didn't bark at me for breaking my attention stance. "Yes,
sir. Thank you, sir. I'll be okay."

He chuckled. With a look of amusement he said, "Well, we wouldn't want you
getting all flustered before we even start the challenge, private."

"No, sir. We wouldn't want that, sir."

He gave a faint smile. He slowly--torturously slowly--started to tug at his
uniform camo pants, widening them and pushing them down just a few inches,
in obvious preparation for the monumental feat of getting them over those
oversized upper legs.

"Now, where was I..." he said. "Oh yes, sthenolagnia. Suffice it to say,
the Colonel is not pleased with the tendency of the Company C soldiers to
have it. He has instructed me to ensure that it doesn't become
a... problem. Hence, I have undertaken this training program--beginning
with those soldiers who show the highest ratings on the sthenolagnia
spectrum. You, Sean, scored the highest."

"Really, sir?" I swallowed hard.

He flexed and rolled those hairy, enormous pecs. "Yes. You did. Is that a
surprise to you?"

I cleared my throat. "Well, sir. Perhaps not."

"So you are aware of your propensity to be sexually aroused when exposed to
big muscles?"

"Um... yes... I suppose I am, sir."

He stopped working on his pants. Again, he was obviously commando. I was a
bit surprised by yesterday's revelation that Cap didn't wear skivvies. It's
a clear violation of uniform protocol. But then, I seriously doubt even the
highest ranking General in the Army would be upset by it--since, you know,
it was McAllister and all. Cap stood relaxed--his erotically muscular
super-body right there in front of me--his pants open, exposing the top of
his cock root, surrounded by that trimmed, dark black forest of pubic
hair. And as if it were a neon arrow above his genitals, his glory trail
fell down over his abs, pointing right to the treasure below.

"Yes," he said, "I suppose you are." He paused. "Tell me, soldier, do you
often masturbate to thoughts of muscular men? Either in your bunk, or
perhaps while in the showers?"

Fuck. The man was torturing me. "Well... Um..."

"I want a direct answer, private."

"Yes. Yes, sir. I do."

He nodded, then asked, "And, being totally honest now... do you ever think
about your commanding officer when you masturbate?"

"Yes. Um... yes. Sir."

"How often, Scott. When you masturbate... how often do you think about me?"

"Every... every time. Sir." I wanted to crawl under the floor. But really,
he already knew the answers to what he was asking. Still, just verbally
admitting it... It was humiliating.

He suppressed a smile. "So tell me, private, when you think about me, while
you masturbate, what, exactly, do you fantasize about? What kind of
activities do you think about regarding me?"

The man was a fuckin' bastard. "Sir, I'd rather not say, sir."

He slowly shook his head. "Not an adequate answer, son."

Mortified, I closed my eyes slowly, then opened them. Why was he putting me
through this? "Well, um... sir. Touching."

"Touching? What do you want to touch on me?"

"Your... um... sir, is this really necessary?" I know I was probably going
to get a Court Marshal for asking that, but I was already so ashamed that I
just couldn't...

"Private. Answer the question."

"Your muscles. Sir. All of them. Your muscles, sir." Vague enough to
be... well... vague. But not specific enough to demean me even more.

"All of them. I see. But there must be some muscles that really... make you
hard, right? Which of my muscles do you want to touch... most?"

Fuck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I knew I couldn't question
his questions, nor hesitate, anymore. "Your chest, sir."

He nodded. "I see." He began to fiddle with his waist again. "And what is
the frequency? How often to you jerk off to me, Scott?"

"Daily, sir."

"Is that all? Only once a day?"

"N-no sir. More than once a day."

"Private, it's like pulling teeth here. Tell me exactly. How many times a
day to you masturbate to my muscles?"

"On... on average, sir... I'd say it's... maybe... three times per
day. Sir."

He smiled. "A morning, noon, and night kind of guy, huh?" He rolled his
pecs, momentarily looking down at them, then at me, to gauge my
reaction. "Do you want to masturbate to me right now, Scott?"

Fuck. What kind of sins must I have committed in my lifetime to deserve
this humiliating line of questioning? "Y-yes, sir."

"Yes, sir, what?"

"Yes, sir... I would like to masturbate to you--right now, sir."

"Request denied," he said flatly. He was still working on moving the waist
of his pants lower. "We might engage in that exercise later, though. It
depends on what I uncover..." he cleared his throat and winked at me, "on
what I uncover later. It would be enlightening though, for me to watch you
masturbate while looking at my muscles. Very educational I'm sure. As a
matter of fact, yes. We'll make sure to include that in your
training. Perhaps regularly."

"Yes, sir." GodInHeaven I felt like a bug. An insect. Being examined under
a microscope. Yet, Cap had just suggested that I could jerk off, regularly,
while I watched his muscles! Holy shit.

He began pushing the pants down, in earnest now, and his arms rippled with
what looked like the might of... I dunno... train engines. Don't ask me for
good similes and metaphors. None of `em are any good anyway. Regardless,
even though those bazookas (okay, an apt metaphor I guess) were up to the
task, his gigantic quads weren't going to give up without a fight.

And just watching the fight was enough to make me ache. He shimmied and
pushed, forced and prodded. Eventually his powerful arms prevailed against
the combined forces of the pants' tiny waist and his own vast quads and
hams. He bent forward (and what would I have given to be a fly on the wall
behind him...) and pushed his pants to the floor.

He stood up, paused, took a deep breath to expand his chest, then worked at
stepping out of his pants. With his boots still on, this took a bit of
work, but in seconds he was free of them.

I'd never done this before, but I suddenly let out a kind of combination
sigh-groan verbal enema. I mean, there was just a really weird noise that
came out of my throat.

Cap smiled. "Under the circumstances, I'll let that one slip, private."

"Thank you, sir."

He tightened his legs and rolled the muscles into mounded swells of rock,
each swell a mountain ridge with a deep canyon between it and the next
one. Then he tightened his upper body and transformed everything into a
most muscular pose to end all most musculars.

I made a noise with my mouth similar to the first one, but Cap didn't break
the pose. Muscles stiffened all over his body; one particular muscle/organ
stiffened on my body.

He broke the pose and bent forward again to untie his boots. When he got
them, and his socks, off, he stood up again and relaxed, smiling, watching
me fall all over myself, figuratively speaking, at looking at his naked
body.

I stared at him for a few moments.

"Front and center, private," he eventually ordered.

I stepped up to him, now only six or so inches away from that magnificent
naked body.

"My initial assessment agrees with your admission that you have a
particular affinity for my chest, private," he said. "So, we're going to
start there." He extended a hand and took mine. He pulled me close and
lifted both my hands with his, and placed them on his hairy pecs. They were
as hard and warm as I'd remembered from yesterday. And that hair. Goddamn
the carpet of hair was amazing. It wasn't so thick that you couldn't still
feel the mounding muscles underneath, but it gave the hard rock of his
chest a particular warm softness that was stimulating beyond belief.

He began to roll his pecs, slowly making waves of muscle move under my
palms and fingers. Instinctively, I moved my hands all over his vast
chest. The plates of muscle were so fucking big and hard. And he moved them
so fucking seductively. He watched my eyes as I studied his chest--with my
eyes and my trembling, worshipping hands. I could not believe this.

My shaft ached for release from my pants.

He stepped back. "Good," he said. "Let's get on with the real work."

I said nothing.

He walked toward the wall opposite his desk and ordered me to follow. I
hadn't actually looked at the accouterments of Cap's barracks and office. I
suppose I could be forgiven for not paying attention to anything other than
him. But now, we approached a wall that had two large rings attached. They
were about five feet apart, and just above eye level. They were big enough
for a man's hands to fit through. Very odd setup.

"Strip."

I obeyed, nervously. My cock gave an enthusiastic salute when everything
was off. Cap smiled. His own cock was only semi-hard, but even in that
state it was bigger than mine, twofold.

"Against the wall, Private," he said.

I obeyed. I moved to the wall and turned around, placing my back to it. Cap
came and lifted my hand and put it through one of the rings. It was easy to
put my hand into, and out of, it, so it wasn't like I'd be bound. But when
he put my other hand in the other ring, I was splayed out with my arms
extended just above my head. It was a very suggestive position.

"I'm not binding you, son," Cap started. "But I want you to stay in that
position, with your hands in the rings, until I order you otherwise. Is
that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well."

And so it was beginning. He stepped up to me, almost touching my naked body
with his. His massive, furry chest was suspended right in front of my
eyes. My face was only inches away from it. He just stood there, for the
longest time, letting me inhale his musky, spicy, masculine scent, and
allowing me to study the magnificent set of pectorals that hung in front of
me.

Then he moved closer. We touched. I felt my erection move next to his
mostly-down-pointed shaft. My cock nestled to the side of his, and I felt
the warmth of his hairy pubic carpet surround it.

Fucking hell.

My face touched his chest. God. My nose nuzzled into the canyon between his
pecs. His chest rose and fell with his slow-metered breaths. I heard--no, I
felt--him moan very softly. The reverberation travelled through my body
like a tsunami; I felt a large dollop of my pre-cum dribble down my shaft,
likely mingling with his pubes.

He just stood there. Breathing. Letting me experience his body. No
words. Barely any movement. Just touching. Just snug against each
other. All that tight, warm, hard, lean, protruding muscle.

He pressed against me more now. His body pushed against mine. My cock
throbbed with my heartbeats, rubbing agains this pubes and upward, onto his
abs. I probably dribbled pre-cum into his belly button.

His scent was so delectable, so masculine. His chest practically buried my
nose.

He put his hands on my shoulders and lowered his head next to mine. He
moaned again, and then he said my name. "Sean. I don't know how this feels
to you, but I really like it."

I couldn't respond.

"Do you like it?"

I just moaned something.

His hands moved down my arms and onto my hips. Now, he began to gently rock
his body against mine, rising up on his tiptoes, and then back down. The
effect was that his whole body moved up and down on me. It was the most
erotic thing ever.

I was lost.

He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck. He started kissing.

Fuck, I wanted to touch him. To take my hands out of the rings and place
them on those gigantic arms... that glorious chest.... But even though I
could easily do that, I didn't. Orders are orders.

He moved his face against mine--cheek against cheek--until his lips
enveloped my own. He parted my mouth with his tongue. He put his hands on
my face to steady it while he raped my mouth with his slow, languid
exploration of it.

I moaned, uncontrollably, into his mouth. He didn't seem to notice. His
strong hands just held my face and he moved his tongue all over mine, and
my teeth... all of them. His breath was steady: his nostrils exhaled
against my face... his chest rose and fell with slow and steady movement.

A warm sensation began to dribble down my cock shaft. It actually took me a
few seconds to realize that I had started to come. When I did realize it, I
was awoken by the awareness that I had been shooting strong, hot bursts of
come onto my captain. Unable to do otherwise, I pulled my hands out of the
rings and placed them on his arms. I moved them over the dizzying masses of
muscle: his deltoids, his traps, and then onto the crowning glory: his
chest.

Cap didn't react to my orgasm, nor to my hands coming to his body. He just
continued to kiss me. And it was at this point that I got the sense that he
was really enjoying what he was doing. As if he was totally turned on, not
only by his overpowering me, but by my uncontrollable reaction to it. He
held my face tightly, yet... romantically while he slurped my mouth.

My orgasm deposited thick, white, warm ropes of cum on his abdominals, and
much of it ended up in his pubes as well.

His cock. It was lengthening. And thickening. Hardening. I felt it now. It
was rising between my legs, nearly pushing them apart. Damn, it was big and
hard. And getting harder with every one of his heartbeats.

He pulled out of my mouth and breathed a heavy, "Take the rings again."
Damn, he was intense. His body pressed against mine; I reluctantly took my
hands off his muscles and spread my arms out again, slipping my hands
through the wall-fastened rings.

And now, Cap felt like he was moving more and more into a sexual
stupor. "Hold on tight, Sean," he whispered into one ear.

I grasped the rings.

He put his hands behind my legs and lifted them up and outward. Holy, holy,
fuck on earth. I felt his giant cock press up between my now splayed
legs. He was as hard as I was now.

I squirted out a few more generous globs of cum.

He pushed his cock head against my sphincter. He was going to fuck me, and
I had no idea how I was expected to accept that thing. He didn't waste much
time now. He pushed my hole open, and withdrew just a bit--to give me a
chance to acclimate? Not possible. His second assault was more forceful,
and painful. Fuck, it hurt so good.

He thrust his giant meat inside me; I responded with an uncontrollable yell
and then a long, loud, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Damn, it hurt. But it felt like
the climax of my life too.

Cap growled into my ear. He put his hands on my back now, and I kept my
legs spread wide. Now, though, he pulled away from the wall, keeping my
body pressed to his with his hands. I was forced to let go of the rings. He
stepped back, holding my impaled body against his.

I couldn't believe what he was doing.

I wasn't heavy, but I was the good part of 200 pounds, and Cap was holding
me, upright, while he fucked me, right there in the middle of the room.

I moaned with painful satisfaction at being fucked by the most gorgeous
muscle man on the planet.

Cap started to roll his hips slowly, and his gigantic cock moved up and
down inside me. He had resumed kissing my mouth. He moaned. He thrusted,
then pulled back by rocking his hips just a bit. I held on to his shoulders
and back. The excruciating act of sex with this man was frying my brain. It
was at the same time painful, and wonderful.

His muscle body froze. He pushed in farther and harder. Then with a
guttural groan and a tightening of his muscles all around my body--and
inside it--he came. I felt his powerful blasts of cum begin to fill my ass.

He growled like a wolf guarding its den--a deep, sexy, resonant growl. His
grip on my body grew stronger. It was almost as painful as the violation
taking place at my ass. His body was so powerful. His muscles gripped me
hard while he came inside me.

I pounded my fists against his chest, but I don't think he even felt it.

He came and came inside me. I think I ejaculated some more onto him.

When he was finished, he didn't put me down. Actually, he walked us to the
end of the hut, into his bathroom. It was big. I saw our reflection in his
mirror. He was so big; I felt so small being held by this man--still
impaled on his cock. While I watched in one mirror, and he watched in
another, he actually lifted me up off his shaft. His body flexed and
rippled with the action. Fuck. His cock popped out of my ass and I felt
alone and weak. He bent his knees and lowered me, putting me down.

He looked down at me. "Well, Private, that didn't take long."

I don't know where I found this voice, but I replied, "Nor for you. Sir."

He gave a crooked smile: "All planned, Sean. It's been awhile and well, I
had decided I was going to enjoy myself this afternoon."

All I could think about was PeeWee Herman after he crashed his bicycle and
got up, brushing himself off and saying, "I meant to do that."

Yeah, right. Sir. I certainly hadn't gotten the idea that he'd been all
under-control and that his sexual release had been in any way
"planned". But of course, you didn't argue with Cap. Besides, who the fuck
cared? I just got fucked by Fucking Captain David McAllister! I wasn't
about to ruin it--nor the prospect of more--by disputing his claim.

It kind of made me feel good. I mean, maybe he did lose control!
Over... me! Over me?! Fuckin' shit! Could it be that I had that kind of
effect on Cap? Little ol' me?

Cap walked over to an oversized bathtub. His quarters were definitely not
standard issue. Like I said, he obviously had connections... somewhere. I
could only imagine the kinds of favors he did (or let others do to him) to
get all the amenities he had here.

He leaned down and turned on the water to fill the tub. While the water ran
he came back to me. He bent down and kissed me again. Just as passionate as
before. This was no exercise or challenge. Today's little lesson was
over. This was David, all David, expressing affection and desire. And hell
if I was going to do anything but enjoy it.


To be continued... (likely)


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