Patreon Compilation – Fic#180 – Cole/Soldier76 – dark!soldier76; reluctant consent – For Your Best...

Cole/Soldier76 – Cole has a hardon for his Commander Reyes but Jack has other plans for him... so he grabs himself a nice hairy ass to let off some steam.

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Cole hurries around the corner. There has been a bite in Gabriel’s voice over the speaker system that had everybody on the goddamn base know that if one Cole Cassidy wasn’t present in gym 5 for training within the next five minutes, something dire would happen.

Everybody had sprung out of his way, shooting him glances of pity as he still rubbed sleep out of his eyes while pale as a sheet with panic.

Of course it would be then that a hard hand suddenly grabs him by the elbow and jerks him into an unused conference room.

He opens his mouth, but closes it with a snap the second he sees Commander Morrison standing there with a cocky grin on his face. Panic surges, making him feel nauseous as he shakes his head slowly.

“S-Sir… please… he’s going to kill me,” he whispers, his voice gone high-pitched and watery with threatening tears.

Of course that doesn’t work a lick.

“I’ll tell him that I needed you.” Morrison waves his concerns away with barely a thought. His grin becomes darker. More scary. “It’s the truth, right?”

.oOo.

Jack grunts in frustration when he can’t ride the little bitch like he wants to. He puts his leg up and slams his boot against the edge of the table next to Cole. His fist tightens on the jockstrap that he has slung around the kid’s face, listening to him gurgle and fight for air.

Yes… just like that.

Sweat runs over his face, gathering on the tip of his nose and dripping down on Cassidy as he leans over him and uses the new angle he’s opened up with his leg to ram down into his well-fucked hole.

Doesn’t need much in the way of lube these days; a well-aimed glob of spit does the work mostly… and whatever else it doesn’t accomplish is not his nothing he has to worry about. It’s better when Cole’ll feel his dick for a few more days. Gets him hard whenever he thinks about the kid limping around base, cunt still swollen from getting railed hard and aching because there hasn’t been enough to slick the harsh breeding.

“Go on… take it, you slut,” he grinds out between grit teeth. He fucks down into him like he wants to push out of his belly on the other side and the way Cassidy starts to wail it might just feel to him like that as well.

“You think your idol would treat you any different? Huh? Think Gabriel would spread you out on a bed and make fucking love to you? Are you insane?” He can’t help the breathless laughter.

He lets go of the jockstrap so it’ll no longer strangle Cassidy, still hanging over his face as it is.

“How’re you liking the smell, boy? You sniffing it good? Went through a lot of trouble to get this little treasure. You know whose it is? You recognize the scent? It’s your hero’s ball sweat, after all. Bet you’ve rubbed one out so many times just fantasizing about gurgling his fat breeder nuts, didn’t you? Well now’s your fucking chance. Go on; get sucking, slut!”

He slaps Cassidy’s ass so hard, it is more a punch than anything else. Cassidy grunts but he takes it like a champ; just like he does everything else.

He’s a fucking sturdy bull. He can take some abuse. No wonder Gabriel has taken such a liking to him. You could do all kinds of fucked up shit to him and he’d take it like a champ.

“Go on- get sucking,” he growls. When Cassidy doesn’t move, just groaning into the reeking fabric and lying like a limp fish over the conference table, Jack decides to help him out. He takes his leg from the edge of the table so he can better reach around Cole’s head, rudely pushing his fingers into his mouth – and taking the jockstrap with it. He pulls on the corner of Cassidy’s mouth, treating him like some kind of horse as he force feeds him the rank smelling jock so deep as to trigger his gag reflex.

He only stops short of Cassidy vomiting all over the fucking place. Pulling his fingers back and wiping them against his cheek, he can see in the reflection of the pristine table how Cole’s eyes are nearly rolled into his head as he mindlessly sucks the stale sweat out of his boss’ discarded underwear.

“There… savor it… you’ll never get this close to him, after all,” Jack croons mean, his cock buried up to the base in Cassidy’s hairy ass, the swollen ring clamped around his root. He can feel it pulsing with the heartbeat of the kid.

“You think that he’d like to get his dick into your used-up cunt after I put my loads into it? Believe me, I spoiled enough whores for him to know what he’ll still be willing to go for and what not… you certainly ain’t it.”

Despite his harsh words and Cassidy’s sob, his hole clenches on him like the best of cunts. He takes it like a champ, hips arching up into it. He’s a born whore. He loves the humiliation and the abuse. He hates when Jack tells him how he’ll never get his hands on Gabriel but he also loves to hear it.

Jack leans back, slapping his hairy ass again. It’s nice and tight but furry like a beast’s. Looking at Cassidy, he really does believe that the human descends from the apes. He’s so fucking close to one, it’s hilarious.

He grabs Cole’s cheeks and rips them apart to have a look at his swollen rim, obscenely protruding outward. As he fucks, he can pull it out even more with every backward stroke of his barely slicked cock.

“Gonna make your cunt look like a horse’s ass by the end of this,” he grunts. “Should be careful bending down in the showers. Everybody’ll know you take it up the ass every fucking chance you can get, after all. Nobody gets a cocksleeve like this without spreading their legs for it 24/7. Hey- you think you’re loose enough to get a prolapse? Should I try? Wanna go try to explain that shit to Gabriel?”

Cole is shaking his head vehemently. He awkwardly reaches behind as if trying to hold his ass like a kid that’s trying not to shit their pants. Jack snorts and grabs his wrists, pulling them up against his back instead, only stopping when Cassidy shrieks into the jockstrap.

He leans over him, putting his weight on those arms and listening to him whimper in pain as he stares at the side of his face, hips pumping fast and rough, slapping against Cole’s ass in a lewd staccato that fills the room just as much as the smell of his sweaty, unwashed body.

“Yeah… fuck, that’s ripe. Followed my orders, huh? Reyes trained you to be a good little bootlicker. How many of your colleagues have complained about you reeking, hmn?”

Cassidy deliriously slurs something but it is muffled by the jockstrap in his mouth and Jack doesn’t actually care.

“Huh? What’s that? Need a new fix? Don’t you worry, bud. I got you covered.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of formerly white underwear, now decidedly… stained. He grips the jockstrap from Cassidy’s head and instead stuffs the stinking pair of undies into his mouth, making sure to clamp his hand over it so he won’t immediately spit it out again.

“There you go. Get it soaked, will you? I spent a week wearing those wherever I went. Barely wiping my ass and dick.”

Cassidy is immediately trying to struggle out from beneath him, retching and gagging, but ultimately unable to free himself as his cunt is ripped open on dick and his shoulder almost dislocated by Jack’s harsh grip on his arm.

There is nothing he can do other than to just accept it and stop struggling, his body going almost limp as he’s fucked by Jack like he wants to rip him apart right through the middle.

“Hope you like the taste of my old piss, Cassidy,” he rasps into his ear, the words punched out of him with every rough thrust into the kid. “Cause you know it’ll be the only thing you’ll get to taste from now on. No more old jockstraps from your daddy figure.

From now on you’re my property. My little nasty cock whore that I can fuck whenever my dick itches. You may look at Reyes… but he sure as hell won’t want to touch you with a ten foot pole once he spreads your cheeks and sees the cummy mess I’ll make sure to leave there every fucking chance I get.”

He pushes in deep, groaning low and throaty as he starts to cum, pumping out his load in nice, thick waves.

“There you go, princess… want to go to training like this? I bet it’ll feel so nice having my spunk dripping from you while you do squats for your crush.”