Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ dark hour 2 ( Chapter 13 )

SECRETS 11: dark hour 2

 

 

The Commander moaned and licked his lips, fisting his hands tighter into short brown hair. The boy had tasted so sweet and had been so pliant, until they had come. His hips jerked as he held the kneeling youth still and thrust hard into his mouth. The boy gasped and gagged but no longer struggled, too weak from the long session of sex that had come before. The Commander wanted the other one, but he would settle for this one as he worked himself deeper into the warm mouth. With a few more hard thrusts, he held the boy's head still as he filled it with his cum. His body jerked with pleasure as he stroked himself within the youth's closed lips, forcing him to swallow. With a sigh, he pushed the boy away and gestured for his First to take care of it.

 

First stepped out of the shadows and picked up the discarded naked youth. The boy's thighs were bloodied, his mouth raw, and there were tears drying on his cheeks. When the boy had been picked up from his corner he'd no idea what he was in for, only that a lot of money had been offered. He'd thought that the money was more than enough for a day off the streets, little did he know how much from him their Leader would extract.

 

“Let the men enjoy him.” The Commander growled as he wiped himself down.

 

First smiled as and nodded. Supple flesh would be a good moral booster, even well used as this was. He turned to take the boy to the barracks, the men would be more than happy for this `gift'.

 

The Commander stretched and stroked his limp penis. The prostitute had served to take some of the edge off, but he wanted that sweet taste back. Growling, he went to shower before going to check on the progress of his new toy. Yes, he'd have the boy and his protectors bowing before him when he was done.

 

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Dr. Pulaski swallowed hard and tried not to think of the consequences. The Commander stood in the lab looking hard and angry.

 

“We,” he swallowed and cleared his throat to start again. “We have gotten the targeting program to work.”

 

 

“Good.” The Commander smirked as he walked around the large panel. “It can be tested tomorrow then.”

 

Dr. Pulaski jerked nervously and exchanged a look with the only two other surviving scientist. “Well, it can be. But the program is only temporary.”

 

The Commander's eyes met his and the man smiled at him. Cold chills raced down his spin as the larger man moved toward him. “That's fine, as long as it works tomorrow.”

 

“Y, yes sir.” Pulaski nodded and closed his eyes as their leader left the room followed by his first. Once again, he knew he'd just missed an appointment with a gun and was trying to decide if he was grateful or not.

 

The Commander walked down the hall toward his office with quick purposeful strides. “How did the men like their `gift'?” He asked his first almost absently.

 

The first smirked. He'd liked the enthusiasm in which his men, hardened killers all, had taken the `gift' with such glee. The boy had screamed and begged until finally the men had found a better use for his mouth. He'd left them to their fun and went to terrorize the scientist into working faster. “They'll enjoyed it well into the night. I think, though, that the boy won't survive past tomorrow.”

 

The Commander sighed. “To bad. I thought about taking another go.” Turning to face his first, the Commander smirked. “No matter, soon I'll have all that I want and the world as well.”

 

The first bowed and opened the door for his leader. As long as the man was so generous his men would follow him to the end.

 

“No disruption for an hour.” First nodded at the order and closed the door behind the Commander's retreating form.