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The tent was cramped and stuffy. Leon didn’t know how he was expected to sleep here. He could hardly breathe from the humidity. Maybe he’d sleep outside. He wasn’t sure how he felt about sleeping here with Krauser anyway.
Speaking of which, even with his eyes closed and his cap over his face, Leon could still feel Krauser’s eyes on him. He hadn’t taken his eyes of him all day, and it was pissing him off.
“What?” Leon grunted.
Krauser said nothing.
Leon sighed in exasperation, and knocked the cap off his face, propping himself onto an elbow, to look at Krauser – who quickly averted his eyes. Instead, he twirled his knife absent-mindedly around his hand.
“Don’t pretend you weren’t gawking me for the past few hours,” Leon grumbled.
Krauser made a noncommittal sound.
“It’s really fucking annoying,” Leon told him. Then, jokingly, he added, “What, you wanna fuck me?”
“And what if I do?” Krauser said at last.
Leon stared at him for a few seconds before flopping back onto his back and shutting his eyes. “Fuck off.”
“There’s no one around,” Krauser went on. “A stress-reliever won’t hurt.”
“You’re not joking, are you?” Leon said.
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
Leon didn’t look at him. He just took that answer a ‘no, I’m not joking’. “I’m straight, Krauser.”
Krauser grunted disbelievingly. “With a face like that?”
“My face doesn’t determine my sexuality,” Leon growled in annoyance. He was fed up with comments like that. People constantly telling him he was ‘pretty’, telling him how gay he looked. Filthy men approaching him to tell him how cute his lips would look wrapped around their prick. He hadn’t taken Krauser for that type, but apparently he was wrong.
“I’m joking,” Krauser said. “But how can you know you’re straight if you’ve never had a gay experience?”
“That’s a stupid question,” Leon retorted.
He heard Krauser moving closer to him, felt his presence drawing nearer to him. He could practically feel his heat. It was boiling outside, so Leon was in no mood to be so close to someone else.
“Aren’t you curious?” Krauser asked, and Leon felt his breath brush over his cheeks. “How old are you? You said you were twenty-five?”
Leon opened his eyes to give Krauser a disapproving look.
“Have you never been curious?”
When Leon went to turn onto his side – away from the man harassing him – Krauser realised that there was no convincing him, so he took it upon himself to initiate it. He grasped Leon’s jaw, turning it to face him, and pressed his lips to Leon’s. The pretty, little, closeted man fought. He grunted in surprise, and pushed at Krauser’s shoulders.
Leon’s struggle was just met with more pressure from Krauser, who climbed on top to pin him under his heavy bodyweight. Leon could hardly breathe. Between the heat and Krauser crushing him, there wasn’t much space for air. He winced in pain as Krauser lapped at his lips.
Leon twisted his head away from Krauser to speak, “Get off me. You bastard.”
Krauser couldn’t stop himself from rutting against Leon’s thigh, lips brushing his neck. He ran his tongue just under Leon’s jaw. It was wet with sweat, salty. Between them, their T-shirts were already soaking through, sweat mixing. It was way too hot for this, but when else would Krauser get the time?
“You know exactly how to get me off you,” he whispered against Leon’s ear. “Four years of government training weren’t for nothing. You want me here. You like me here.”
Leon groaned irritably.
“Go on. Admit it.” Krauser scraped his teeth against his throat.
Leon panted in the heat. He was growing dizzy from it. Sweat pouring down his forehead. He could hardly manage the energy to tell Krauser to leave him alone. But, maybe, part of him didn’t want to. And, maybe, sweat wasn’t the only thing soaking his clothes at the feeling of Krauser humping his thigh like an unneutered mutt.
Krauser took advantage of Leon’s disorientated state, and guided one of his hands down, pushing it beneath his waistband.
“Touch me, Leon,” he commanded.
As expected, Leon retracted his hand.
Krauser sat up to undo this trousers fully. He definitely expected Leon to bolt now that he wasn’t being crushed anymore, but he didn’t. He just propped himself onto his elbows, and simply watched Krauser take out his hard-on.
“You look nervous, comrade. Are you a virgin?” Krauser chuckled.
“No,” Leon shot back.
“Well, go on.” Krauser nodded down to himself.
Leon looked at the dick warily. He’d never seen one close up – let alone touched one. He didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t sure what was expected of him. He’d never been interested in touching another man, so he had never even thought about how to do it.
“Why are you acting like you’re scared of it?” Krauser yanked Leon’s hand over, and wrapped it around his cock for him. “Just do it like you do to yourself.”
Leon was clueless. He just held it in his hand, fascinating by the way it pulsed and twitched. It was so hot and hard – he couldn’t believe it.
His first instinct was to rub it half-heartedly, but that didn’t earn a single sound from Krauser. He glanced up at Krauser’s face just to see him staring at his cock, brow furrowed. After a few inexperienced pumps, Krauser grew impatient, and rocked his hips into Leon’s hand.
Leon focused on the act. This was all so embarrassingly difficult for him. It was very different from what he was used to. He was so good with girls, but this rutting mammal felt nothing from his hand. He adjusted his position, twisting his hand in a more comfortable position.
Krauser cried out in pain. “Don’t fucking bend it like that. What is wrong with you?”
Leon blinked in confusion. He didn’t know what he’d done wrong.
Krauser swatted his hand away. “You’re pretending like you’ve never even held your own dick. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Before Leon could protest, Krauser was yanking down his trousers. He could do nothing but cover himself up. Krauser grumbled something inaudible in irritation at Leon’s insecurity. He pried at Leon’s hands.
“Please, no, Krauser,” Leon begged. “Let me go. Please.”
It was all in vain as, eventually, Krauser’s strength won, and he managed to draw Leon’s hands away. His eyebrows raised immediately. Not only did his comrade have a pussy – but quite a nicely trimmed one as well.
“Spread your legs,” Krauser said.
“Give me back my pants,” Leon continued to plea.
Krauser ignored him, and separated the thighs himself. He took in the sight of the cunt, completely in awe. Sure, Krauser had been with a lot of men – and women – but never a man like Leon. It just excited him all the more.
“That makes sense then,” Krauser said, rubbing Leon’s clit. “A straight cunt-boy. You must have had no experience with dick at all.”
Leon relaxed at the touch of his T-dick with a sigh.
“Look, I can make you feel good,” Krauser pointed out. “I bet you were pretending so I’d touch you.”
Leon wasn’t sure how to respond. He just watched Krauser rub him. It was strange to see big, thick, manly fingers between his legs. From what he heard about his previous partners’ experiences with cis men, they didn’t sound very good at the act – too rough, too hard, completely missing the spot. But Krauser wasn’t like that at all. Leon was beyond surprised.
“You’re not telling me to get off now, are you?” Krauser chuckled, running a hand down Leon’s soft thigh. “If you’re really straight, you must be some desperate whore to be letting a man touch you like this.”
“I’m just glad you’re not – smothering me anymore,” Leon replied.
Krauser grumbled skeptically, and sped up his hand. Leon groaned quietly, tipping his head back. It hung between his shoulders with his Adam’s apple poking out. He took it like such a man. Every noise he made was deep and quiet. It had Krauser wondering just how high he could make Leon’s voice go.
“You must be comfortable in your sexuality, huh?” Krauser pushed his fingers inside, and Leon jolted slightly, but accepted it. “How comfortable?”
“It feels better on the outside,” Leon directed, completely ignoring Krauser’s question. Krauser returned to his clit, and he nodded, saying, “Good girl.”
“You think you’re funny,” Krauser remarked. He noted the edge of a mirthful smile on Leon’s lips. “My cock’s been trapped in these boxers all day. Come clean it off.”
Leon shot him a look of disgust. “I’m not going near your sweaty dick again. I can smell my own hand from here.”
Krauser grunted, and moved on his knees to Leon’s head, snatching his hair when he tried to flee. He pressed the head of his cock to those lips, twisted in repulsion. Leon’s teeth were clamped together. He refused to open up, so Krauser just swiped his shaft over Leon’s lips.
“The longer to resist, the worse it’ll get,” Krauser warned.
Leon didn’t seem to believe him because his lips were sealed.
Krauser let out an entertained ‘heh’, and swung his leg over Leon’s head. Jacking himself off slowly, he pressed his balls against Leon’s mouth. The foul sweat smeared over Leon’s mouth. Leon grunted in despair, desperately trying to remove this heavy man from his face.
“Are you gonna open your mouth?” Krauser asked when Leon began repeatedly beating his fists into Krauser’s back.
“Mhm.”
“Good.”
He pulled back, and, when Leon’s mouth fell open, Krauser pushed inside. For a moment, Leon just sat there with the cock on his tongue. Then, hesitantly, he closed his lips around it, and Krauser began to rock his hips.
It took everything in Leon not to gag, not to throw up all over Krauser’s dick. The taste was stronger than the smell. It was revolting. Bitter and rancid and unmistakably manly. It made Leon’s eyes water.
If that wasn’t bad enough, it wasn’t long before Krauser fucked himself deeper, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged, and coughed. He wasn’t used to this. He didn’t know how to take it. He ended up convulsing – legs kicking, arms flailing – as his eyes spilled tears and his nose ran. His face was turning into a mess within a few seconds. He couldn’t breathe.
Krauser felt close to cumming just at the sight of this. It was beyond breath-taking. Even his wildest dreams couldn’t conjure up such an incredible image. And the sounds of Leon choking on him. It was almost impossible not to cum. Krauser had to pull out to stop himself, and Leon took the opportunity to catch his breath.
“Are you done yet?” Leon asked after a few heaving breaths.
“No,” Krauser said. “Now, you try sucking it yourself.”
Leon took the cock back into his mouth. Partly, because he was afraid Krauser would choke him with it, and, partly, because he wanted to – though he wouldn’t admit that even to himself.
It still tasted bad. But, Leon wondered, if it tasted so bad, then why was his cunt dribbling so profusely? And why was he getting less and less disgusted by the act of sucking another man off?
“Take it down your throat,” Krauser said. He was talking quite softly, encouragingly.
Leon was hesitant as he moved his head. Just a mere brush of his uvula had him lurching, but Krauser waited patiently for him to swallow it. Leon was nowhere near the base before it became too much, and he had to pull back.
“Try again,” Krauser urged.
Leon opened up his throat. He swallowed, fighting the gag reflex. Krauser stretched open his throat painfully, but Leon kept going. Maybe, he was curious to see if he really could do this. Or, maybe, he liked the feeling of it. The feeling of behaving like a whore with his mouth full.
At last, he reached the base, and triumphantly pulled his head back to take a well-deserved breather.
“Good, Leon,” Krauser praised.
Leon went back in, bobbing his head up and down just like how Krauser had fucked his mouth. He liked it. Was he ready to admit that?
“Suck on it,” Krauser said, “and use your tongue.”
Leon obeyed to the best of his ability. He wasn’t quite sure if he was doing it right, but it earned a gravelly groan from Krauser, so Leon just did more of whatever he was doing. Never before had he craved to hear a man’s voice so badly.
Another moan from Krauser earned him one from Leon in response.
“You know, I usually don’t like inexperience,” Krauser told him. “But something about the way you give head is just…” He sighed, taking in Leon’s expression. “Maybe it’s how messy you are. Your chin’s all wet.”
Leon’s eyes flicked briefly up to his.
“Speaking of wet.” Krauser felt a hand down Leon’s stomach, and Leon immediately opened his legs in anticipation. “You’re eager,” he commented as his finger ran over Leon’s pussy. “Wow, you must really like sucking me off. Straight-boy.”
Leon didn’t say anything. He couldn’t defend himself.
Krauser pushed a finger inside. “I wonder.” He tangled his fingers in Leon’s hair. “What’ll happen if I…” And he crammed himself down Leon’s throat once more.
Sure enough, Leon tightened around his finger excitedly. His hole was twitching, begging. It had been deprived of cock for far too long, and, obviously, it was starving for it.
Krauser felt breathless touching Leon like this. He was so wet that it was dripping down his perineum. He sucked Krauser’s fingers inside, and Krauser could feel it crying out for something bigger.
“Still straight?” Krauser asked, pulling his dick out of Leon’s lips with an amusing pop.
“Uh—” Leon stammered. He couldn’t deny that he’d been enjoying the deep growls that Krauser made as he sucked him off, but that was purely a human thing, right? It feels good to please another person, right? Especially if it was Krauser who he was beginning to think disliked him.
Krauser chuckled at his speechlessness as he moved down between his legs. Leon’s brain seemed to be moving very slowly because it took him until Krauser was lining himself up with his pussy to realise that he was about to be fucked.
“Don’t—” he cried out. It was one thing to do as he was told and suck a man off, but to get fucked completely raw by one. No, he was straight. He couldn’t have another man inside him – ever.
Krauser just scoffed, entertained, and pushed inside. Leon coughed out, grasping onto Krauser’s wrists.
“No,” Leon griped.
“No?” Krauser echoed, rocking his hips. Leon gasped. “But doesn’t it feel good?”
“Please, Krauser, I don’t wanna do this.” Leon pressed his hands to Krauser’s chest. “Oh, God.” His face betrayed him, eyes rolling back in delight.
“Are you sure you’re not a virgin?” Krauser asked, running his hands up Leon’s waist. “You’re acting like you’ve never even been fingered.”
Leon wanted to explain that he just wasn’t used to this feeling. Something this hot and hard. It was different from the girls he’d been with, and, admittedly, he’d never even been fucked with a dildo. So this was entirely new for him.
He tried to tell Krauser, ‘Of course I’m not used to this. I’m not fucking gay,’ but the only words he could manage were, “So – big.”
Krauser smirked to himself. “You love it, don’t you? You love having your pussy stuffed with cock.”
Leon gritted his teeth. Why did Krauser have to say these things? As if Leon wasn’t embarrassed enough to have a man rutting between his legs, Krauser just continued to demean and humiliate him with his words.
“Lemme see your chest.” Krauser shoved his top up.
“No way,” Leon cried out, wrestling Krauser’s hands away from his binder. “I’ve never – shown anyone. I’m not – gonna show – you.”
But Leon was not as strong as Krauser – made weaker by the feeling of Krauser inside him – so he managed to push up Leon’s binder, letting his tits bounce out. Leon didn’t have much time to feel mortified before Krauser’s hands clasped around them, and Leon was hit was a wave of pleasure.
“Oh,” Leon sighed out, surprised by how good it felt.
Krauser circled his thumbs around Leon’s nipples, earning a soft gasp. He was amused, really, by how this ‘straight’ man loved to have his tits played with. Leon was no longer holding back his sounds. Krauser didn’t think Leon even could hold them back anymore.
Leon’s voice was undeniably sexy, but Krauser wanted to make sure he’d really turned his comrade gay – or if Leon had just given in because he knew he couldn’t resist.
He pulled out. Instead, he pressed Leon’s thighs together, and slipped his dick between them, throwing the rest of his legs over a shoulder. Leon didn’t say anything – didn’t express any disappointment or relief. He just caught his breath tiredly.
Krauser’s hands returned to his chest, and he hummed contentedly.
“You like it, huh?” Krauser laughed. “You wish you did this earlier?”
Leon nodded slightly. It was so subtle that Krauser wasn’t even sure if he’d seen it, or if he was imagining things.
Krauser leaned down slowly. Leon stole a glance up at him with tilted brows. That glance felt like a punch to Krauser’s gut. Pretty, blue eyes meeting his with such a depraved expression. In hindsight, it was a pleaful kind of look.
“Krauser,” Leon muttered, gazing down at those big hands around his tits.
“What?” Krauser whispered.
He was towering so close to Leon’s face that he could feel his breaths on his own lips. Leon’s wide-open mouth. So inviting that Krauser couldn’t stop himself from spitting into it. He was sure the reaction would be disgust and appalment, but the only thing he got was a moan of delight as Leon swallowed it happily.
“Krauser, can you—?” Leon cocked his head down at Krauser’s cock between his thighs. “Can you keep fucking me?”
“Oh, so you like it?” Krauser taunted.
“It feels so good,” Leon confessed.
Krauser let go of Leon’s legs, sitting back. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
Leon turned over, and lifted his ass towards Krauser, watching timidly over his shoulder. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”
“Okay,” Krauser snorted doubtfully, pushing inside once again.
Now, Leon let himself go. He fucked himself back as Krauser rocked forward, bounced himself on Krauser’s cock. He felt so exposed. Presenting himself to another man, crying out like a cat in heat, tits swinging between his arms. And he liked it. He was so fucking aroused that he could feel no shame.
“I didn’t know you could sound so slutty,” Krauser said.
“Me – neither,” Leon replied breathlessly.
“You must really like my cock.”
“I do,” he mewled. “It feels so good inside me.”
Krauser swore under his breath. To hear such words in Leon’s voice. It was unbearably hot. With a stutter of his hips, Krauser came inside, earning debauched, happy whimpers.
He sighed heavily, and pulled out. “This place is so stuffy.”
Leon peeked over his shoulder. “You can’t go yet.”
“Why not?”
“I haven’t cum.” Leon leaned his hips back hopefully. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Alright.” Krauser sat back on his ankles, and pushed his fingers inside.
From further away, Krauser could get an even better look at Leon. His legs were having trouble holding him up – even when he was just being fingered. They slipped apart more and more as Krauser used his hand. Leon’s voiced pitched up higher and higher.
“Still straight?” Krauser asked again.
“No,” Leon panted. “I love – cock.”
“More than pussy.”
“Way more.”
Krauser smirked to himself, lifting his other hand to rub on Leon’s clit. All it took was a gentle stroke of it before Leon lurched forward in his orgasm, cunt squeezing Krauser’s fingers, drinking up the cum already inside.
Leon was seeing white. He could hardly comprehend his surroundings. He felt a harsh tug of his hair. Wet on his lips before two bitter fingers were forced inside his mouth. His tongue reflexively reached out to clean the mixture of his and Krauser’s cum off the fingers.
“Good,” Krauser praised, withdrawing his – now clean – fingers. “I need air.”
Leon didn’t have the energy at the moment to follow, or even to get dressed. He was left alone – tits out, ass still raised – as cum dribbled from his cunt and sweat dripped from his nose. What a debauched sight. Leon was used up and thrown aside. Such degrading treatment and yet it was this treatment that converted him.
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Leon was leaving for a mission tomorrow. An important one too – to search for the president’s daughter, Ashley Graham. Leon needed rest, he needed to be in peak performance for such a heavy task.
And yet, here he was. One dick in his ass, one in his pussy, and, of course, another down his throat. Men gripped him by his waist. He guided their hands to his tits, encouraged them to play with them, to smear the cum left by another member of the group.
Leon swept his hair – soaked with piss – up off his face before wrapping his hand around an impatient man’s cock.
The man in his ass came, and quickly pulled out to make way for the next in line.
This was a perfect way to spend his night before a mission. And it was all thanks to Krauser that Leon had found this pleasure.