InsaneJournal

Chapter 12


I didn’t get a wink of sleep….

Worrying about whether Belford would wake up and attack me while I slept was one reason….The sexual noises coming from the Generals tent was the another….

All night he and Lieutenant Pike went on….All night! The thudding noise of flesh hitting flesh, squishy and squashy. The sounds of them grunting and groaning…. panting and gasping. I even heard the Lieutenant talking dirty. Such rude, disgusting words he used. If my mother had heard him saying those things, she would have washed his mouth out with soap. But the General hadn’t seemed to mind in the least the way the Lieutenant had spoken to him….in fact, if anything, the bumping and banging…the growling and moaning, became even more intensified!

And all I had been able to do, was lie back in my little bunk…..and play with myself.

“OOoohhhh……”

I almost jumped out of my skin, as Belford suddenly emitted a moan. He was still laying on the cold sand floor of our tent, where I’d left him. He’d been quiet up to now. I froze, not moving a muscle, not taking my eyes off his inert form for a second. If he so much as moved an inch in my direction…….

My hand crept out from my blanket, my fingers reaching for, and closing around the end of the torch I’d battered him with last night. I used it once against him….I’d use it again. Feeling safer for having a hold of it, I held the strong steel barrel protectively against my chest, forcing my ragged breathing to slow down, trying to calm my pounding heart.

“Uggggg…..”

This time Belford moved….his body rolling away from me, curling up into a ball. In the early morning shadowy light, I could see a little dried up blood matted in his thick, dark hair. I sat bolt upright in my bunk, terrified that he was going to stand up and come for me, my mouth suddenly gone bone dry, my heart rate shooting through the ceiling….I gripped the torch even tighter to me.

“Eaagggg….”

I raised my make-shift weapon threateningly above my head as the boy moved again, rolling around this time to face me. His eyes were still closed, scrunched up as if he were in pain. I couldn’t move. My body felt paralyzed. I was waiting, just waiting, for him to spring up at me. My eyes were hurting with the strain of watching him for so long…and my heart was beating so loudly that I thought it would wake up the entire camp.

Then, I realised something I should have noticed sooner…If he were to attack me now, he’d have me pinned to the bunk by my blanket in next to no time!

I cast the warm covering off me as if it were infected with a deadly plague….my booted feet scuffing it down to the bottom, my terror only abating slightly when my legs were finally free of its restrictive binding.

But Belford didn’t make a move towards me. In fact, he didn’t move at all after that. He just lay there, his heavy breathing the only indication that he was still alive. Occasionally, just as I’d start to relax and let my eyes fall, an arm or a leg of his would give a twitch, and I would suddenly find myself jerked back to full alertness, tense and apprehensive once again.

Finally I could take no more. As the first morning rays of sunlight struck the outside canvas of the tent, I crept quietly from my bunk, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t stir, as I gingerly unzipped the front flap. On my hands and knees, I scuttled quickly outside, terrified that at any moment I would feel his hands upon me, grabbing me and pulling me back in.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I made it safely outside unscathed. Looking around me, everything was still. Not a sound was to be heard, now that the General and his lover had both exhausted themselves. Brushing a hand down my dishevelled garments, which were a little the worse for wear after having been slept in, I hoped the General wouldn’t give me a rollicking when he saw how tatty I looked. But then after the night he’d just spent, he’d probably be too tired to notice anything.

A noise coming from behind startled the shit out me. Belford….Was he stirring? I looked back fearfully at the small tent I had just escaped from, and began to panic, looking around me frantically for somewhere to hide. There wasn’t anywhere, not really…..just several more of the small tents housing the other soldiers.

Taking the only refuge offered to me, I darted quickly around the closest one to me. I’d play hide and seek all day among them with him, if I had to.

Pressing my back up against the tent that now shielded me from view, I tried to think myself as small as possible, as I heard the sound of someone emerging close by….Belford…He was coming for me….

I held my breath and closed my eyes, fearing at any moment that he would sneak up on me…would drag me back kicking and screaming…….And that none of the other soldiers would do anything to help me. Perhaps they would all stand around and watch, craning their heads in at the doorway of the tent, watching and laughing as he did, whatever it was he tried to do to me last night…..

Finally, I had to breathe…and as I drew in a shaky breath, I was little puzzled at to why Belford hadn’t found me yet. Perhaps he had only managed to get so far out of the tent, before passing out again. I’d obviously hit him hard last night, the blood in his hair proved testament to that. But, if that was the case, if he had passed out in full view of everyone......

I thought I’d better go and drag him back into the tent, so that no-one would find him…..At least, not until the swelling had been given a chance to go down.

Still slightly scared and nervous, I leant forward a little and peeked around my shelter, looking anxiously for Belford’s fallen body…….

Instead, my eyes fell upon General Zaphara…..

The man looked so good standing there, dressed only in his black leather pants, the skin of his bare naked chest bathed and glowing in the early morning sunlight. I let my eyes linger on the small pink hubs of his nipples, the tiny tips standing out hard and erect. I felt myself begin to redden as I gazed at him, a small part of me hoping he’d catch me staring….a large part of me praying to the gods that he didn’t!

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, watching mesmerized, as he slowly stretched himself, his long arms reaching up to into the sky, his fingers flexing as if to try and capture the very sun itself and pull it down towards him…..

Slowly, he lifted his face up towards the sunlight, closing his eyes against the brightness. And then my heart almost stopped…as he gave the most beautiful, the most stunningly magnificent smile I had ever seen……

My cock, which had started to harden at the first sight of seeing the General half naked, now sprang fully into life….Shit! What was wrong with me? What was it about this man that excited me in this way so much? I wasn’t gay….

Well, I wasn’t anything, truth be told…I mean, being a virgin I hardly qualified in any category. But this man….This man evoked feelings in me I’d never ever felt with a girl before, not even the one I had almost scored with…...

A small movement at the bottom of the Generals legs now caught my attention…and I gasped as I saw a mop of dark curly hair emerging from the tent I had slept in last night…..

Belford….He was finally alert, and he was coming out right in front of General Zaphara, who would see his bloodied head and demand an explanation…..“Aspen? Aspen….where are you?” I heard him call out.

I threw myself against the tent I was hiding behind, forcing my back up tight against the canvas. I couldn’t let him see me…I couldn’t let him find me. I looked towards the next tent, wondering if I could make a dash towards it…wondering if I’d be noticed….….

What the….?

Somebody, inside the tent I was sheltering up against, was touching my butt! I could feel their hands trying to grip my ass cheeks through the tent material. I lifted my hips away from the cloth a little…. That ought to put a stop to their little game….

But it didn’t. I realised that when I heard the sound of fabric ripping…when I felt fingers touching and clasping around the top of one of my thighs. I gave a small shriek as I looked down at the hole that had been ripped in the side of the canvas, at the big brawny hands that were holding me, trying to pull me back against the tent, trying to pull me in closer….

I gave an even louder shriek as Belford ran around the tent…..and found me. And, from the look on his face, he wasn’t too happy. Slapping and pulling hard at the hands that held my leg, I fled…..

I didn’t care where I was going, I just knew I had to flee from the brown haired boy and his angry face. I also knew he was chasing right behind me…..

I blindly raced away from the little encampment as fast as I could go, my feet sinking in the soft sand, slowing me down. My breathing became laboured as I lumbered up the side of a steep sand dune. Where I was running to, I had no ideal, all I wanted was to put some space between me and the boy that was running after me.

Just as I crested the brow of the hill, Belford threw himself bodily at me, clasping his arms around my lower legs and sending us both tumbling down over the other side of the dune, the fine sand being thrown upwards, going everywhere, in my hair, up my nose, down my throat….I shut my eyes instinctively as the hard gritty particles hit my face.

Coming to a stop at the bottom, Belford landed on top of me, the weight of him knocking the air out of my smaller body. I lay there, stunned for a few moments, trying to catch my breath. Then, I pushed at him.

“Get off…..Get off me,” I snarled, spitting out sand with my words.

“You owe me for last night Aspen, big time…” he snarled back, grabbing at my hands.

“I owe you fucking nothing….You attacked me, remember? I was just defending myself.” I twisted frantically beneath him, stopping when I recalled just how much he liked me doing that…..But it was too late.

With a lecherous leer, he pinned my wrists above my head and began forcing a knee painfully between my tightly clenched legs. The cry I gave out was smothered by his mouth as it came crashing down upon mine, hard enough for me to taste blood. The bastard had cut my lip!

Now having succeeded in getting my legs apart, he positioned his lower body in between them, keeping them open as he began to thrust himself up against me. His mouth was still latched onto mine, his tongue intruding…pushing and brushing up against my own.

I felt sick…..

I felt even sicker as he took both my wrists in one hand…..while the other went down to my trousered groin, cupping my soft bulge within his fingers, squeezing and caressing, trying to evoke a reaction from me.

“Not hard yet Aspen? Well, I’ll soon change that,” he threatened…as his hand reached for my zipper….and began slowly pulling it down…..

“Lads! This is hardly the time or the place to be doing that….Save it for tonight eh?” Lieutenant Pike’s voice rang out, scoldingly. Belford leapt away from me, standing up as the Lieutenant approached us from down the side of the sand dune. I got up slowly, the heat of embarrassment burning on my face.

“Ummmm….Cadet Aspen…” Lieutenant Pike said to me as he neared us, a hand indicating downwards. “You’re flying without a licence….”

Glancing down to where he was pointing my face flushed anew, as I saw what he meant. My zipper was gaping open….and I wasn’t wearing any underwear! With hasty, shaky fingers, I closed my pants back up.

“Come on, the pair of you….Get back and hit the showers….At the double,” Lieutenant Pike ordered.

With a huge sense of relief, I began climbing up the sand dune, making my way back to the camp, quite looking forward to getting into the solar powered shower that we had. I wanted to wash the feel of Belford off me, as well as the sand.

“This isn’t over yet Aspen…You can’t be protected forever.” He was right behind me, hissing his warning into my ear. I just glared back at him over one shoulder, before pressing on ahead a little faster.

Thankfully, the Lieutenant watched us while we both showered, and although Belford went out of his way to ‘accidentally’ touch my body now and again, he didn’t try anything else. I quickly hurried out of the warm water when the boy had a head full of shampoo. I was quite tempted to deposit the remainder of the bottle in his hair….but I didn’t think the other men would have thanked me when he used up the rest of the water trying to rinse it all out!

I ran back to our tent, and even though I wasn‘t dry, I wriggled myself back into my clothes as quickly as I could, re-emerging outside just as Belford was finishing his shower.…

Wanting to avoid a confrontation with him as long as possible, I took myself off towards a group of men who were busy taking down the small tents, packing tables and chairs away into the two vehicles. I would keep myself busy…I would keep myself out of his way.

Finally, there was nothing more to be done. The only tent that needed dismantling now was the Generals, and he was still in it, had been all morning. Not that I was looking for him, or anything…

“Okay men….All those of you selected to my command….Please form single file,” Lieutenant Pike’s voice rang out. That was it, time to go. I went to where all the backpacks were being kept, finding mine and placing it over my shoulders, hurrying to join the others.

Luckily for me, I got into place before Belford, and was stood in between two hulking great bodies by the time he arrived. He scowled at me as he walked past.

“Don’t think, for one minute, that you’re safe,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine, staring at me all the while as he walked to the end of the line…..

“Quick……MARCH…..” Lieutenant Pike issued the order, and we began to move forward. My mind began to brood on what the dark haired boy had just said to me. I wasn’t safe….I wasn’t safe…..

“Whoa….Whoa…..Whoa…..Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I heard someone yell, as at the same time I felt somebody pulling painfully on my arm, yanking me out of the line.

Belford was attacking me now?…Here, in front of everyone?

The sun in my eyes, I squinted up at the silhouetted figure that had a tight hold of me….Too tall to be Belford…….

“Sir?” The General? Why had the General pulled me from the formation?

Lieutenant Pike came hurrying towards us, looking at me as though it were my fault the procession had come to a halt. What did Ido?

“Is there something amiss General, Sir?” he asked, turning to face his lover. “Has this boy done something wrong?” He grabbed hold of my other arm, and began pulling me back towards him, talking about punishing me….Why? What the fuck had I done to deserve punishment?

I watched in amazement as the General took the lieutenants hand off my arm. “This boy is coming with me,” he said, calmly. My heart sang out for joy…..I was to be taken away from Belford….General Zaphara was taking me with him on his team. Meaning Belford was wrong….I was safe!

Until I heard what was said next…….

Lieutenant Pike was telling the General that Belford and me weren’t supposed to be split up… Commander Jake’s orders. My heart began to sink again…more so when the General next spoke…

“Put them both in my team…..” I heard him say. So that was it? Belford would still be with me?

Lieutenant Pike began to argue with the General over whose team we should be in. It didn’t matter to me anyway…Whichever one I went with, Belford would be there too, just waiting to make my life a misery…..

In the end, it was decided. We would both be joining the Generals team. As Lieutenant Pike swapped us over for the two men at the end of the Generals line, I didn’t know who was the more upset, Lieutenant Pike…or me. Placing the brown haired boy right behind me, he turned and left us, and I froze as I felt Belford lean in towards me.

“Wow, for a minute there, I thought we were gonna be split up,” he said, as his fingers painfully dug into my bum. The cry I was about to give was stilled, as I was jerked once again from my position in line.

“You! Up front with me,” the General ordered. Geez, what was his problem with me? I thought about opening my mouth and asking him, but then realised he had just given me an excuse to get away from my tormentor, and I wasn’t about to jeopardise that by speaking out of turn. So, instead, I followed quickly as he walked towards the head of the line, and slipped into place behind him.

The General made us walk for hours in the blazing sun….non-stop! I was really, really getting to the point where I thought I would pass out from exhaustion….but just in the nick of time he said that we could get the sun-breakers out and take a rest.

Once they were up, we all had to wait, melting in the glare of the hot sunlight, while the General decided where he wanted to sit. Of course, he picked the best spot, the part affording the most shade……

Once he was seated the others began to sit down too. I made sure to plonk myself as far away as I could from Belford. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Grabbing one of the flasks from out of my backpack, I opened my mouth and emptied the cooling liquid down my burning throat. It was so nice to get out of the scorching sun…to sit in the shade and guzzle some cool, clean water.

The sound of the General coughing alerted everyone to the fact that he had something he wanted to say to us all. I quickly recapped my flask and returned it to my pack, turning my face towards him like all the others.

“Gentlemen….I know you are aware of what happens on missions like these. But, for the two newest members of the group, I shall explain……”

And he did….proceeding to lay out what was going to happen next…of how we were expected to spend the next few days walking back to the base camp. My heart sank when I heard that. We weren’t going back by truck? If I’d known I’d have to fucking walk back……

He was still talking…..telling about how he intended for the group to now split up, into pairs…

And my heart stopped as, over the babble of objections the others made, I saw Belford smirking at me….licking his lips….mouthing the words, You’re mine…….

I could feel the blood leaving my face. I was going to be left alone with him, left for days unprotected in his company. There would be no-one to stop him, no-one to save me. If this was General Zaphara’s way of punishing me for all the trouble I’d caused him on this mission, he couldn’t have picked a harsher form…..Fuck, I would have been better off being sent back to Commander Jake in disgrace…

I tore my eyes away from Belfords mocking sneer….casting my face down to the floor. I didn’t want him to see my fear, didn’t want him to know I was terrified. I knew he was stronger than me…I knew I would never be able to beat him off as he clawed at me…as he….

“So, without further ado men…..Pick your partner!”

I jumped up and tried to make a run for it….but Belford was quicker. I hardly got two steps away, before I found myself being stopped abruptly…..as I felt the pull of my head jerking backwards, a handful of my hair caught in the fisted paws of the brown haired boy.

“Tonight….Your ass is mine,” he jeered, his face only inches away from my own. And I knew he was right. And I knew there was nothing I could do about it. And I knew I wanted to die……Until…

“I don’t think so…..You had him last night.”

General Zaphara…..

Suddenly, the painful hold on my hair was released, and I found myself being pulled away from Belford’s possession. The grip that the General had on the top of my arm was strong and forceful, his fingers clutching tightly, digging into my flesh …..I was sure I was going to have a bruise there the next day…..

Belford looked disappointed to have lost his hold on me. He looked up at the General, pouting…..

“Are…..Are we both going with you, Sir?” He just didn’t give up, did he? My body tensed as I waited for the answer….knowing what it was going to be even before the General spoke. After all, hadn’t Lieutenant Pike already said that we weren’t to be split up?

“In your dreams.”

For a few seconds I was stunned. Had the General just said…..Had he just meant…..Was he was only taking one of us with him? And if that were so…..which one?

“Smedley…..”

Still held fast in the Generals grip, I turned to see one of the hulking big soldiers come running over quickly. Oh shit…..talk about out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire! It was the man mountain that had pretended to be nice to me yesterday….the one that had set me an impossible task, with the threat of being literally screwed if I failed to do it…….This day was just going from bad to worse…..

“I’ve found you someone to make up a three-some….Interested?”

So….It was me. He was giving me up to not one….but two men. And I had thought ending up with Belford was going to be the worse thing in the world….How wrong could I be?

I was just about to open my mouth, to beg for forgiveness for whatever it was I had done to piss him off so royally…when, to my utmost surprise, I saw this Smedley person take a hold of the brown haired boy’s arm. Belford began to put up a fight, and soon another burly soldier hurried over and took a hold of his other arm….and between them, Smedley and his partner hauled the boy away, kicking and screaming……

It wasn’t me…..It wasn’t me……That was all I kept thinking, as I heard the General telling his men to enjoy the next few days….as the men cheered….and as they began to walk away. It wasn’t me….I was saved….General Zaphara had come to my rescue, once again……

I turned to look up at him as he watched the others walk away. A small grin played about his thin lips, and I remembered the beautiful smile I had seen him give earlier when he had been stretching his fantastic body….when he had barely been clothed…..

The memory of this morning, and the way he was holding me now, sent shivers racing down my spine…..

Oh fuck…Oh fuck….I could feel myself getting hard…

I had to get away from him, before he found out, before he could laugh at me. But just as I was about to pull myself from his hold, to put some distance between our bodies, he drew me into his arms. He gazed down at me, looking deeply into my eyes. And I was terrified…terrified…that he would feel my stiff cock pressing up against him. But, at the same time, I wanted him to feel it…I wanted him to know how he affected me. I was dying for him to lean down and kiss me, to just smother my mouth with his…to do things to my body that left me gasping for more……

“Are you ready?” he asked, in a husky tone, lowering his head even closer to mine. Oh gods, he really was going to kiss me…..

“I….I think so.” I could barely get the words out, I was so nervous….so excited. I closed my eyes in anticipation, lifting my face ready.

“Okay….Let’s get going then.”

Abruptly, I was released…And the General began walking away from me…..

How stupid….How fucking stupid could I be?……

With a face that was burning much brighter than the sun, I followed reluctantly behind….Oh, I had really gone and done it this time! Coming on to a man who obliviously disliked me, who saw me as no more than an irritating pest. I mean, up against Lieutenant Pike, what was I? A worm, a maggot….worthless. No wonder he had walked away from me….What did I have to offer him? Nothing! I couldn’t even keep up with him, as he strolled purposely through the desert, his long legs easily opening the gap between us. And I suddenly became afraid that this had been his intention all along….To end up alone with me, just so he could walk off and abandon me…leave me to die out here in this wilderness…..

After a few hours of trying desperately to keep up with him, I admitted defeat, and slowed down. Thankfully, the General waited for me. Maybe I was wrong about him wanting me to die….But I wasn’t wrong about him disliking me. He hadn’t spoken to me once since we began our walk, not even to ask how I was doing. But then, why should he? He didn’t care for me? Why should he worry himself about how I was feeling?

“Put the tent up,” he ordered, his words snapping me out of my self-pitying thoughts. Slightly startled at the sound of his voice, it took me a moment before I realised how late in the day it actually was. The sun had started setting. I couldn’t believe the time had flown so fast!

I quickly did as I was told, erecting the little shelter that we would be sleeping in tonight. Then, once it was up, I set about getting a campfire made, and preparing something to eat. I needed to keep myself busy. I didn’t want time to think about what had happened earlier…to dwell on my humiliation…

I think he enjoyed the meal I rustled up. It wasn’t anything special, but to an empty stomach, it was passable. Now I sat hunched up by the small fire. It didn’t give out a lot of warmth, and I had my legs tucked up close against me, my arms wrapped around my knees. I wasn’t cold….I just felt….lonely……

“Time for bed,” the General suddenly said, getting up and dousing the flames. He walked across the sand towards the tent, holding the front flap open, waiting for me to enter first.

Once inside I quickly tore my clothes off, dropping my jacket and shirt onto the floor, kicking off my boots and socks and sliding my pants down off my legs, letting them just lay where they fell. I began searching around for my backpack, to retrieve my pyjama bottoms. I didn’t have to worry about the General seeing me naked….after all, it wasn’t as if he found me attractive or anything, was it?

Chapter 13


I didn’t know what I had been expecting as, after several minutes of trying to calm myself, I followed the blond in through the tent flaps. But it certainly wasn’t the sight I was greeted with…..

Sweet Mother….Have mercy on me….

In the pale, feeble brightness that the suspended portable camp-lamp emitted, I saw the little cadet standing with his back towards me…as naked as the day he was born. The soft glowing light that hung from the apex illuminated the boys skin tone, casting flickering shadows over his muscles as he bent forward to reach for something just in front of him…exposing his beautiful, tight looking pucker in full view of me…

At the sight of his nudity, and submission, I felt myself stiffening in an instant. I quickly removed my own, outer coat, casting it to one side.

I was impressed. Jake had certainly trained his lovely little bed-toy well. Stripped and ready for action, no sooner than he was inside…..

But, I had to admit….I hadn’t expected to find the little cadet so willing…so eager to please. I thought he might have put up some sort of objection…..I thought he might have made some token gesture of pretending to want to stay faithful to his lover….even if it were just for appearances sake.

Still…Jake was the last thing I wanted to think about right now. My hardened appendage bulging out through my pants was taking all my attention. It needed to be released…and soon. Sperm tended to stain the delicate insides of leather trousers.

The boy was still bent over. He appeared to be looking for something, searching through his backpack….

LUBE, I‘LL BET!!!

Ah, the boy had nothing to worry about as far as lubricant was concerned….I had more than enough stashed in my own backpack. Or perhaps he was looking for condoms? I hoped he’d packed enough…..I meant to take him all throughout the entire night. We would run a small pharmacy dry, the number of times we were going to go at it. And if we ran out….I would just have to ride him bareback!

I held my breath as I stole quietly up behind him. I wanted to take him, in that position ,now, as he was….. bending over…prepared and ready for me….

My hands reached out, my fingertips itching to touch that tantalizingly soft young body, so beautifully on display. I licked my lips….and inched forward….

“Ah, here they are!”

The boy stood up straight, turning round to face me at the same time.

“Whoa….What the fuc……”

He jumped back several paces, holding something tightly to his chest. My eyes dropped to his now exposed lower regions….and I was not disappointed. Well, I was slightly disappointed. The boy was…..limp. His perfectly formed manhood, nestling within the protection of his blond curly pubes, was soft, and hanging down….I had expected it to be hard like mine, and pointing heavenward. The same direction as in which his toes were going to be, when his legs were up over my shoulders and I was pounding hard into his tiny ass…..

The boy noticed where my eyes were looking…and he lowered his hands down, covering himself from my view with whatever it was he had clasped so tightly in his fingers.

So, now my eyes travelled upwards….taking in his bare chest, his tiny little rosy nipples. Ah yes, he was excited…… I could tell by the way the hubs peaked away from his body, the firm bits of flesh protruding outwards, far enough you could easily get a ring through them…..

Mmmmm…Now there was an interesting thought!

I wondered just how much sexier the blond would look, with gold nipple rings attached….A chain strung between them….Another, fastened in the centre of the chain, leading outwards, resting in the palm of my hand..…. I could tug him towards me, and he wouldn’t be able to pull away….

Like he was doing now……

“I, ummmm….I’ll just get ready for bed, Sir,” he said, backing up as far as he could away from me.

“I thought you already were,” I replied, crossing the distance between us slowly. He looked around the small tent quickly, his pretty eyes trying to look past me…at what? The door?

He had backed himself up as close to the edge of our night shelter as he could. Now, there was nowhere else for him to go. I placed my hands either side of him on the fabric wall, effectively trapping him. His big blue eyes widened…and he brought his hands up against my chest, still holding on to whatever it was he held in his delicate fingers…using it as some sort of barrier between us.

Which left his bottom half exposed again!

I smiled at the thought of his naked cock brushing against my leathers, and I pushed my own bottom half slightly forward into him…

“Please Sir,” he whispered, pushing his hands against me harder. I looked down now, as the feel of soft material touched my skin. What was it he was holding onto so dearly?

I eased away from him, just a little, reaching to his outspread hands, prying open his fingers and taking from him the object held within.

“Pyjama bottoms?”

“Its….Its cold Sir,” he said, his teeth chattering as if to give emphasis to his words, his empty hands now reaching down and covering up his modestly.

I tossed the offending article of clothing away. I’d soon have him warmed up……

I stroked a hand down his forearm. His skin did have goose bumps. But ah…that was probably caused by being in such close proximity to me….Yes, he could try as much as he liked to deny his feelings for me, thinking he was defending his Commanders honour. But really….his body was giving him away at every turn!

He ached for me as much as I ached for him…….

I let the fingers of my hand continue their journey down his arm, while my other hand slipped around behind him, coming to rest on the small of his back, pressing him up against me when he made to pull away….. as my questing fingers on his arm , which had continued going lower, finally came into contact with his.

His hands were still covering his cock and balls protectively, and I felt him tremble slightly at my touch, instinctively holding on tighter to the package he hid from me. I covered both his tiny hands, my fingers spreading open, caressing his knuckles, my thumb playing in the soft downy hair that wasn’t shielded by him.

He gave a small gasp, and looked up at me, his crystal blue eyes wide and shining. His breathing was short and rapid, his nostrils flaring, his little chest heaving up and down. My eyes were drawn lower, to his quivering lips, which were slightly parted, the pink of his tongue showing through the gap of his pearly white teeth.

I could resist no longer.

I bent my head, capturing him in a deep, demanding kiss, my mouth covering his, my tongue thrusting forward, slipping easily past his defences, into the warm, moist cavern.

He struggled against me, his little head trying desperately to pull away from my sucking grasp. His eyes were still wide open, and he was making the most adorable little noises from his throat. I let my tongue dance freely around his mouth, chasing after his own, which was trying to hide from me…foolish boy….

My fingers, still tightly clenched over his, now felt something hard begin to peek over the top of his hands.

Hellooooo…….A certain little ‘something’ was making its presence known…..

I deepened the kiss, even as my thumb started to stroke gently over the tip of the boys growing erection. The skin of his cock head felt velvety smooth, and I relished in the feel of the pre-cum that began to seep out.

The little cadets strugglings had ceased, and the hand I held against his back now dared to venture lower, down over the smooth curves of his ass…..to squeeze and mould….

With a soft moan, he finally succumbed to my kiss, closing his eyes and raising his arms up to wrap around my neck. Leaving his hard cock unprotected…and at my mercy.

My fingers quickly closed around his shaft easily, my hand pumping up and down its length. He quivered with delight.

I felt him thrust his hips up against me, grinding his little body back and forth. His fingers gripped my hair, and he returned my kiss openly now, his tongue becoming brazen, seeking entrance to my mouth. I let him in, willingly. You know, when he let himself relax, he was a damn fine kisser!

Eventually, I had to release his mouth to let him come up for air, although, I could tell by the look in his eyes he was as disappointed as me at the break….for that is all that it was. As soon as he got his breath back, I intended to resume where we lef……….

With a small gasp, the boy pushed himself away from me. Catching me by surprise, he managed to free himself from my hold, slipping past and around me. Mmmmm…Maybe stopping the kiss had been a bad decision on my part. He was still a little skittish….

I spun round quickly, catching one of his arms in a tight hold, pulling him back roughly up against me.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

He looked at me as if I’d just asked the most stupidest question in the world. His eyes darted to the sleeping bags spread out on the floor….

“Bed.....” he said, simply.

Holy fuck………and there was me thinking he was still nervous……

He was certainly forward…I’d give him that. Well, I was just as eager as he was to get all cosy and warm….

“Yours? Or mine?” I asked, pulling him tighter, licking at his earlobe. He stared up at me, a look of confusion on his adorable face.

“Ummmmm…Mine?” he replied, as if he wasn’t sure. How sweet… He wanted my opinion. Like I gave a fuck which bedding we used….I just wanted to screw his ass. I didn’t care where we did it, just so long I as finally got to doit……..

Now, biting and sucking at his neck, I gently pressured him backwards and down, my arms holding him and guiding him, supporting his weight as I lowered him onto his sleeping bag. He whimpered as my bite became harder, drawing the blood to the surface of the skin, marking him…..

The thought that everyone would see the mark excited me even more. They would all know I’d used him, taken him….abused him in every sense of the word. I wanted people to see it….especially Jake. I bit a little harder for good measure…..And then turned my attention again to his lips…..

I lay fully on top of the little blond. He was responding well to my kisses, his eyes closed, his mouth willing, his arms wrapped tightly around me….I thrust my hard member up against his naked stomach. He couldn’t really appreciate the fullness and thickness of it yet, it was still bunched up in my pants, straining at the material. It was time to take them off, and let him see what it was he was about to receive….

Pushing myself up off him reluctantly, I quickly stripped off my trousers, chucking them to land in a heap behind me on the floor…Now wasn’t a time for tidiness…….

I knew he’d be pleased when he saw me naked. But I hadn’t expected to see just how pleased. His big blue eyes got even bigger, rounder…his mouth making a large, silent ..0..shape as his gaze took me all in. Yeah, like I said before…I’m a big boy….and proud of it. And tonight, it was all his. Every single inch of it…going to be shoved deep inside that little body of his…..

No wonder he was shivering with delight….

I got back down on my knees, trapping his legs between mine. He watched me, never taking his eyes away from me, wondering what I was going to do next. Well…I’d show him….

With one finger, I began teasing his cock, running it up and down his length, flicking across the dripping slit, rubbing his own leaking juice around the red engorged head. He began to pump his hips against me, a soft whine coming from his mouth, his eyes now tightly squeezed shut.

How I had longed for this moment to happen. To finally get the boy alone, and between my thighs…..To have him panting beneath me like a bitch in heat…

I leant over him….and reclaimed his lips. They were fuller now, swollen with desire. I nibbled gently on the bottom one for a while, sucking and pulling it into my mouth, delighted when I felt his little tongue dart out and lick at mine. I opened my mouth fully, and he reciprocated, his tongue diving straight past my lips, going for the back of my throat….

As his tongue got friendly with my tonsils, the rest of my fingers got reacquainted with his hard member, which was now pressing against my hip, his pre-cum smearing across my skin. I relished in the feel of it, wondering what it would be like to taste it. That would come later. For now, I just wanted to snog his face off.

Still glued to his mouth, I worked a knee in between his tightly clenched legs, forcing him to open them, and wedging myself in between. He appeared reluctant to let me do so. It seemed like he was trying to fight me, trying to stop me from prising his legs apart.

Perhaps he needed a little more foreplay…..

I took my mouth from his now bruised one, and lowered my head, capturing one of his rosebud nipples between my teeth. He gave a small cry of pain as my teeth bit down, forcing the knuckles of one hand in his mouth, to stifle the sound.

As I suckled and nibbled at his tender hub, I continued to stroke his stiff cock within my hand. The boy appeared to be hesitant, shy even, beneath my fingers, trembling slightly at my touch. It was almost as if he were role playing, acting the part of an innocent…

Innocent……Ha!

I knew better than that, didn’t I? Hadn’t I seen him, when he had come rushing onto the parade ground, fresh from Jake’s bed, his little face flushed with the aftermath of their love making? Hadn’t I heard him and the mongrel, rutting like animals in the night?

Oh, he knew what he was doing alright….those erotic little mewings he was uttering…. the way he was pumping himself into my hand…those wild, abandoned kisses……Oh yes, he definitely knew how to please a man….

I lifted my lips off of his now rigid nipple, and began trailing little kisses all down his torso. I stopped for a while at his navel, to lick and swirl my tongue around the small indentation. He gave a sob…..and thrust himself harder at me, his rigid cock desperate for attention. I was tempted, so sorely tempted, to engulf him in my mouth…but my tongue had other plans…..

Pushing myself back up onto my knees, I grabbed his legs and positioned them over my shoulders. My hands went beneath his lifted buttocks, to help support him. He stared at me, wonderment in those big eyes of his. I was smiling as I lowered my head down, my tongue eagerly extending out….towards his puckered hole.

I licked all around the outside of him, holding myself back, refraining from letting my tongue have its way too soon. The boy moaned and clutched at the bedding beneath him. Squirming….

My tongue would be denied no longer…and began prodding at his entrance. It met with resistance. So it slicked itself with saliva, and pushed a little harder. This time, the tight ring of muscle gave way….and my tongue slipped easily inside…..

He tasted delicious….I gripped his ass cheeks and forced him upwards more, thrusting my tongue deeper into his hot cavity. I licked inside as far as my tongue could reach, wishing suddenly that I were a giraffe.. or an ant-eater…

As I began fucking him with my tongue, pushing in and out, he arched his spine. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back. He now had one hand clenched tightly into a fist, wrapped around and pumping his cock….He was about ready to come…..

“Ohhhhhh…..Ohhhhhhhh…..Ahhhhhhh…..”

I was right. With a shuddering of his tiny body, he spilled himself all over his hand, the white, creamy fluid flowing down over his fingers. I kept my tongue inside him, still teasing him, until he calmed a little, until his breathing slowed a little….. until his cock ceased to pump.

Then, I lowered his legs. He’d had his release….now it was time for mine.

I looked down at him….his little chest still heaving, his beautiful eyes still closed. He had one hand thrown over his head, the other still loosely laying on his now flaccid cock. He looked utterly wanton…utterly desirable….

My eyes were drawn to the liquid that had seeped out of him. It had coated his hand, matting in his pubic hair. I reached out a finger, and tentatively dipped it into his spilt essence. His eyes now flew open, and he watched silently, as I raised my hand to my lips….and licked off his cum. It tasted wonderful, not too salty, not too bitter. I could get quite greedy for the taste…….

I lowered my head, and began to lick him clean.

At first, he tried to stop me, his little hands tugging vainly at my hair, trying to prevent me from lapping up his seed. But I persevered. There was no way I was leaving a single drop of his precious liquid unaccounted for. My tongue lapped everywhere…

When I licked around the base of his cock, he started to get hard again…..Randy little bugger….

Sitting back on my heels, I admired him again. He looked so lovely laying there, just waiting, just begging, to be shagged. For the life of me, I’d never understand how Jake had ever have let him out of his bed, let alone come on this mission. I guess he’s not a jealous man like me………

The boy gave a soft whimper as my body raised off of him, his little eyes following me, beseeching me to taste him again…to take him fully into my mouth…

But no….He would have to wait. That was a treat I wanted to experience later. The foreplay had gone on long enough. Now, it was time for me to breach him, to take him…..To make him mine…..

My hand reached forwards, a finger extending out. It played up and down the crease of his ass…teasing and tormenting his tight looking hole. He closed his eyes again, his little tongue darting out and licking at his lips…..

I pushed my finger against the hole. Gently at first, and then a little harder. It didn’t seem to want to go in. Mmmmm….maybe a bit of spit would help it on its way…..

Then I spotted something shining in the faint lamp light. There was a blob of cum on his stomach. I’d obviously missed it when I was cleaning him up. Never mind. It would come in handy now……

My finger, richly coated in his semen, now returned to his unyielding little pucker. And this time, when I pushed at his hole, my finger slid in easily. First past one knuckle…then another…..

He made the most delightful little noises, as I pushed further and further into him. I wanted to hear him sing! My second finger began to push in. He was tight. Really, really tight…..How on earth could the boy be so tight, after the night he had spent with the brown haired boy?

“Ohhhhh…..” He tried to scrabble away from me, as a third finger began to penetrate him, trying to free himself from my pumping fingers…..

Att att little boy…not so fast…you’d had your fun….now it’s my turn…..

With one hand on his shoulder, I held him steadily in place. My cock ached to be inside him….I was dripping pre-cum everywhere. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My sanity was only going to last for a few more seconds…

“With…..or without?” I asked him. I know I’d left it a bit late, but he might as well have the choice of whether or not I used a condom…..

“Without,” he said, not even hesitating in his reply…..

Ohhhhhhhhh god………

He would never know how happy he had just made me. I really didn’t think I’d have been able to put one on anyway…I was just too eager to get inside his hot little body….

Taking my hand off his shoulder, I placed it by the side of his head, to steady myself. My other hand took hold of my rigid member, and positioned it at his entrance…

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I registered the sound of a zipper being pulled….I ignored it. I wasn’t going to stop now, not when I just about to push the weeping, mushroom shaped head of my penis in….…

I recognized the noise of someone stumbling into the tiny shelter….

Shit…not now.. not fucking now…..Whoever you are….just go the fuck away…..

“Sir… Sir….General Sir…. You have to help me Sir….Please…..”

THE MONGREL?…………….