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“Asahi.”
Black eyes fluttered open, the young man tiredly pulling his face up from his pillow to face the open door to his room. He fought the urge to sneer, the corners of his lips only twitching into the smallest hint of a frown as his gaze landed upon the man who had come to see him. It was a fellow infantryman and one of the many people he trained with day in and day out. They had gotten to know each other well over the last year, but recently their relationship had shifted.
Asahi’s relationship with nearly all of his fellow infantrymen had shifted, in fact. It was bound to happen after he had decided to do something rather drastic. No, it wasn’t drastic, it was necessary. Asahi could think of no better way to climb the ranks quickly and efficiently than this. He was already an excellent soldier. He followed the rules, he kept up with those at the top of his squadron in athleticism, swordsmanship, and marksmanship. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until he was in his rightful place next to Lord Zenos yae Galvus himself. Ever since he’d laid eyes on the man, he knew it was his destiny. It was fate that brought Lord Zenos to rescue him on that fateful day, and it was fate that would bring them even closer. Asahi was determined to prove he was worthy, and to that end, he first had to prove to these lowlifes he was worthy as well. Aside from his excellent work everyday during training, he would show them that he was capable in other ways. He would show them he was the perfect pawn to send up the rankings. He was strong and capable as well as submissive and obedient. He would be judge and executioner as well as a perfect little whore. A pliable concubine ready to satisfy at a moment's notice.
The change in his demeanor was sudden yet wholly welcome by his squadron. At least, the men took it well. Asahi had thought that would make things easier on himself since he didn’t care for women anyway, but if anything, it only filled him with unwavering abhorrence and disgust. How dare these men think his body belonged to them? How dare they touch and defile him in a way that should be exclusive to Lord Zenos? His body and soul belonged to Lord Zenos exclusively and these mongrels were tainting the prince’s possession with their filthy hands and repulsive bodies. Asahi wished it didn’t have to be this way, but unfortunately it did. There were already talks from the higher ups of him being given a new title. His efforts weren’t in vain and he would stay on this path he’d carved for himself.
Nevertheless, each act ranged from annoying to absolutely wretched, and these men didn’t let up. He had already given out two handjobs and sucked a third man off during training not even an hour ago and now he was expected to do more. It was obvious what the figure in his doorway wanted. The small smirk pulling at his lips as well as the beginning of a bulge at the front of his pants told the whole story. Asahi desperately wanted to growl out and demand he be left alone for just a single moment, but he refrained. Eyes fell shut for a moment as he willed himself to calm. He sucked in a deep breath and then another before he sat up and faced the soldier who was taking a few eager steps towards him. The mechanical door whooshed shut, leaving them alone in the shared living quarters. Asahi plastered a meek smile upon his face.
“Yes?”
There had been more trepidation at first, both from himself as a hapless virgin, and from the infantrymen who didn’t know how far they could push things. All of that had long faded by now.
“Open your mouth.”
In a flash the man was upon him, belt unbuckled and zipper yanked down. Asahi barely had time to look down at the cock that sprang up from the other’s underwear before he was grabbed by the hair and slammed forward. Eyes burst wide open, a muffled sound of protest reverberating up his throat while the man above him happily groaned. He was one of the bigger ones and Asahi’s fingers dug into the fabric of the soldier’s pants when he found himself completely stuffed. His lips pressed firmly against the flesh of the man’s abdomen, his throat spasming as he felt himself choke. That cock went well past his mouth and thankfully he was allowed a moment to try and collect himself amidst the intrusion. He took several deep inhales through his nose, his hot breath bouncing off the skin in front of him and ricochetting back into his face. He could taste the usual saltiness that came from a man’s member upon his tongue, but there was something more too. There was a certain musk that told him the man hadn’t even bothered to shower after their training before coming to see him. Absolutely disgusting. Lord Zenos would have flayed the man alive had he been here, knowing that such a filthy cock was defiling his rightful hole.
Asahi pushed back the part of his thoughts that brought revulsion. Instead, he tried to keep positive as he reminded himself that such a punishment may very well be in this lowly soldier’s future if Asahi kept pace. One day when he was at Lord Zeno’s side, perhaps the man would take revenge on all those that had used him. Such a thing would surely make him swoon and fall for the man all over again, but for now, he had to grin and bear those of far lesser quality.
When he caught his breath, Asahi looked up at his fellow soldier from under his eyelashes, giving them a flutter and making a soft whimper of keening from the back of his throat. The man towering above him was already getting more excited–Asahi could feel it himself as that cock twitched and swelled in his throat– and with that sign of assurance, he was eager to move once more.
Fingers tightened in his hair and in turn Asahi tightened his own grip on the man’s pants that threatened to slide off his hips at any moment. He was pulled back, a nauseating feeling bubbling up in his stomach when he saw his saliva coating the length. It was further proof of the barbaric way he was being treated, but both he and the soldier in front of him knew that they hadn’t seen anything yet. Asahi could take more. He’d proved it numerous times before and the man would be sure to hold him accountable. His face was yanked forward once more, but this time he didn’t stop. He was forced back and forth, bobbing up and down the full length of that cock over and over again. Asahi masked his groan of discomfort as a moan of delight as he was face fucked. He had been utterly clueless the first time he’d done this, but now he knew to use his tongue to lap and glide against the underside of that cock, allowing saliva to fill his mouth to make things extra slippery for the man who gave an appreciative moan above him.
Using his mouth was one of the easier things he could do, so Asahi was relatively happy to bring the man to climax in such a way. As his head continued to be jerked back and forth and panting moans filled the air from the soldier responsible for this particular assault, Asahi kept up the twisting and flicking of his tongue. He had gotten caught up in the moment and his assumption that this was all he had to do forced him into a state of flustered panic when suddenly his mouth was left completely empty. He gasped, fingers quick to wipe at the drool that seeped from the corner of his mouth.
“Don’t get me too excited with your mouth. I want more.”
A curse nearly slipped from Asahi’s lips. So this guy would be a nuisance after all. Still, he played his part. The same smile from earlier presented itself upon his face. “Oh? And what more, pray tell, do you want from me?” Leaning back on the bed, his fingers went to his jacket, slowly plucking open one button at a time in an attempt to be alluring. The man in front of him seemed to be impatient though and Asahi fell onto his back as his hips were grabbed and yanked towards the edge of the bed. His belt was unbuckled for him, his pants all but torn off. He wasn’t hard. Of course he wasn’t. It was impossible to get excited while doing something so disgusting, but thankfully no one had yet to take offense.
“You already got me wet and I don’t think I can hold back much longer anyway… I’m just going to shove it in.”
The smile on Asahi’s face faltered. He’d never taken it without at least some preparation first. “... What? Wait, you can’t–” He attempted to stop the man, but it was too late. The lust in his eyes was overwhelming and Asahi didn’t know if he’d stop even if he gave a fully-voiced, firm rejection. For once, something other than disgust settled in the pit of his stomach. He could hardly believe it himself, but this feeling was undeniable. Without a doubt, it was fear.
Everything seemed to move both too fast and too slow simultaneously. He wasn’t able to finish his sentence before there were hands on his bare hips and the heat of the cock that once filled his mouth now jabbed impatiently at his ass. As promised, there was no beating around the bush, and a moment later Asahi was throwing his head back with a sharp wail as he was filled. It was the same roughness that he'd experienced with his mouth. One moment he was empty, and the next he was stuffed all the way, right to the hilt of that ridiculously huge cock.
"Fuuuck!" The man above him hissed in absolute delight. There was zero indication he noticed or cared about the young man beneath him as Asahi was left staggered and breathless. His insides were aching. They were stretched beyond what he thought possible. It felt as though one wrong move might split him in two. He wanted to relax to make things easier on himself, but it just wasn’t possible as he felt this giant thing throb inside him. "Who knew you'd still be so tight. You whore yourself out to everyone, right? But maybe I'm special. Maybe you're clamping down around me so hard because you like me the best."
This guy was insane. It was one thing to think Asahi may have liked all this when he was pretending, but it should certainly be obvious something was wrong now that he was trembling and clenching his teeth in discomfort. But again, either the man didn't notice or he didn't care. Asahi couldn't do anything about it either. He couldn't give in and break his mask when he'd already come so far. He had to endure. This was all for Lord Zenos’s sake. It would all be worth it once they were finally together.
The soldier pulled his hips back and a shiver ran up Asahi's spine at the sensation of emptiness that greeted him. It was such a stark difference between the earlier fullness that he felt he might be able to breathe a sigh of relief, but that only lasted for the briefest of moments. This man wasn't a gentle lover. He may have started out slow with both the blowjob and now the main event, but far too quickly he was moving to his desired pace. The meandering rolling of hips picked up in pace and Asahi scrunched his face up as his body was rocked upon the bed by one sharp thrust after another. He could hear the sickening slaps of skin against skin, he could hear the man grunt and moan, he could see further perspiration dot his assailant's forehead as he fucked away without a care in the world.
The only thing Asahi could do was slowly but surely get used to what was happening. His body was opening up more and more to allow some of the uncomfortableness to subside. Eventually he started making a few noises of his own, although they were mostly gasps and grunts of soreness. That is, until he was being grabbed at again, his hips lifted and his legs forcibly wrapped around the soldier's middle. The next set of thrusts in this new position had him reeling, wide-eyed and his mouth agape, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He shuddered hard, his legs closing tightly around the man's waist when that cock began pounding right into his prostate.
The man above him certainly cared about his reactions then. A breathy chuckle resounded through the room. "Ah, did I find it? I was hoping I would," he smiled as Asahi finally started feeling it. It took a few more sharp thrusts into his body, but his cock started to twitch. He cursed his body just like every other time he'd succumbed to pleasure at another's hand. It was another important part of himself that was supposed to belong exclusively to Lord Zenos, and it disgusted him to know someone else could wring such feelings from him.
One of the soldier’s hands broke away from his hips, his finger’s wrapping around Asahi’s cock and making him gasp. A needing throb echoed between his legs, his damnable body craving the sinful touch whether his head agreed with the act or not. He wished he could turn that part of himself off, but on the other hand, it would probably make doing this even more difficult. No one wanted to be with a partner who wasn’t enjoying themselves. Or at least Asahi hoped everyone here felt that way.
He was stroked, and the meandering flicks of the man’s wrist contrasted wildly with the fervor by which he was slamming his hips back and forth. It left Asahi disoriented in the worst way, and before he realized it, he was fully hard and it was his own precum that was being used as lube for the man to jerk him more fluidly.
"This is the best… Now I get why everyone likes you so much. You make such cute faces."
Somehow that was the straw that broke him into showing any sort of shame. Asahi felt his cheeks heat up in humiliation. He wasn't aware he was making any notable expressions. He was mostly trying to concentrate on himself and keep his head above water. A wide grin spread across the man's face. Clearly he'd noticed the red blossoming upon his cheeks.
“I want more of that too.”
Both hands were off his hips now. One remained on his dick, stroking at an even and rhythmic pace. The other went higher, and just as quickly as the blush had appeared on Asahi’s face, it quickly faded to be replaced with frightful paleness. Fingers wrapped around his throat, and they squeezed.
His breathing was instantly cut off without warning. Panic surged and Asahi dug his fingers into the man’s arm and wrist, his body writhing underneath the other in an attempt to escape, but he wasn’t strong enough. It felt like an eternity, but it only took a few seconds before the man was loosening his grip of his own accord. It was enough to let Asahi suck in a single, desperate gasp of air before fingers clamped down once again to block his air flow. After a few rounds of the same treatment, he finally understood. This man wasn’t trying to kill him. He wasn’t even trying to make him pass out. He was getting off on the moments that came before. He was riling himself up at the way Asahi was forced to succumb to his mistreatment, leaving him completely and utterly helpless beneath him. The soldier watched with unparalleled delight as he struggled and his face contorted in fear and desperation every time he tried to breathe only to be swiftly cut off. It was messed up. It was so incredibly messed up that Asahi could barely believe it was happening. His mind was muddled. He was completely and utterly disorientated, riddled with fear, adrenaline, pain, lack of oxygen, and strangely enough, arousal. It was hard to pick out amongst everything else, but he was still hard. The man’s brazen assault had done nothing to dampen Asahi’s erection, and he seemed to take that as incentive to keep going.
Everything was a blur after that point. Asahi didn’t know how long he was being fucked, how long his breath was controlled and restricted, or how long he was jerked in the other’s hand. All he knew was that he didn’t cum, but the other sure did.
A loud moan filled the air and all at once everything stopped. The hand on Asahi’s throat fully loosened and fingers uncurled from around his dick. All that was left was that feeling of fullness inside him, and then a wave of something new. There was an explosion of heat, wet and sticky, and he choked out a warbled groan of his own. The soldier had cum inside. He hated when they came inside. It was so much worse to clean up afterwards, but boy did the perpetrator sure look happy. After making sure he was wrung dry, the man pulled away and Asahi’s ass made a bit of a sloppy wet sound as that cock popped out.
“Hmm… Yep, we’re gonna have to do this again sometime,” the man grinned as he admired his handiwork and his cum that was beginning to slowly leak from Asahi’s ass.
The other young man could hardly do anything but lay there, exhausted and breathing heavily after the ordeal. He gently massaged his throat, fingers running over the spots where the man had dug into the hardest. Perhaps there would be bruises the next morning. How irritating.
He managed to lift his head just enough to see the soldier putting himself back in his pants. He zipped up his fly and tightened his belt, in the end not looking much different than when he’d first showed up in the doorway. “I’d like to help you out,” he mentioned with a gesture towards Asahi’s cock that was still standing at attention. “But I got other things that need to be done before it's time for lights out. You understand, right?” He wasn’t actually looking for an answer. He had decided he was done and that was that. One more smile was flashed in Asahi’s direction and he flinched as the soldier gave his thigh a couple firm pats. “See you in the showers,” he winked. And with that, he turned and left. There was the familiar sound of the mechanical door swishing open and closed, and then it was completely silent as Asahi was left alone once more, finally able to let his mask down and rightfully seethe in anger.