Both of them whimpered, and I used their moans as fuel to keep going, fucking their throats until I felt myself get so full I felt ready to burst.
“Get up, Ethan,” I said suddenly, and he struggled to follow the order. Melodie was following, but I shoved her back down. “No. You stay down and eat my fucking ass while I fuck his.”
The obedience of them.
It was maddening.
Ethan stood, removing his pants and preparing his hole for my cock, and I shivered with anticipation, knowing that this was going to be the first time I would be the one to penetrate someone else.
I hated being fucked.
It always hurt, and the foliage room, and all the nameless faces I saw there blended into one sound in my mind.
Blood.
Screams.
Pain.
I tested my dick at the tight hole and thrust forward a little.
The pleasure made me dizzy, and I spit on his hole watching, it pucker at me, opening more with each inch of my cock that I fed to his quivering ass.
Melodie’s wetness was audible as she began to finger herself to the sound of me fucking Ethan.
I loved the cadence of the sounds.
I was in control.
They were listening to me.
I was the god here.
I came hard, like fireworks exploding, Melodie’s tongue hitting so many parts inside my asshole at the same time as I broke Ethan’s. It was too much and not enough.
Ethan came all over the ground, and Melodie screamed her own release as we were collapsing onto the floor from our own pleasure.
As I looked over at the two messes, I drew in the come on the ground. The moment was over now, which made me sad, but maybe it was only the beginning.
And for the first time ever…I was in control.
Five Years Later
“Vhause. You ready?”
The room always felt smaller when something important was about to happen. Maybe not physically, but it just felt… compressed all of a sudden.
Everyone inside had decided without speaking that breathing was optional until the magic moment passed.
I noticed the weirdness before the Captain had even opened his mouth to ask the question—his fake tension and fake stillness.
People always liked to pretend they didn’t care about promotions or any kind of ladder-climbing, really. The military bullied any open enthusiasm out of us. When you got whipped like a damn dog enough times, treats didn’t matter anyway.
We learned to be indifferent to who moved up, who got stuck, and who just stayed invisible. We all tracked it, regardless. The innate human nature to feel pride at stepping over someone else and knowing...
I’m fucking better than you.
It was a quiet yet constant theme. All of us decorated soldiers were really just animals, measuring hierarchy without admitting we even had one.
