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hailhydrasheads​:

Brock hissed in pain when the asset bit him, but he didn’t stop. Intent on milking the poor soldier until he was empty. Unable to enjoy a full release with his dick forced to be in a cage that prevented a full erection. Keeping him on that edge while draining him dry. Brock had no intention of just playing with his ass a little, but he’d let the asset think that for the time being. Curious to see how he’d respond to being so helpless.

He was squirming and fighting as much as he could but it wasn’t long before tears were in his eyes. His cock was leaking but he couldn’t get the erection he wanted. He rocked into the dildo and cried out.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Course you want more,” Brock willfully ignored the fact the asset wanted free of the cage. Instead, he grabbed the dildo and began to fuck the soldier with it. Withdrawing to the tip and burying it inside with a harsh thrust. Brock changed the angle as he did, seeking the asset’s prostate. He had every intention of abusing that spot until the asset’s balls had been drained. With the cage, he wouldn’t even be able to enjoy a true orgasm, the device keeping him from getting fully hard. Even better for Brock.

He let a whine escape him when he felt the toy get put against his prostate, he found himself wiggling and squirming, tears threatening the corners of his eyes. He let out a whimper and bit Brock to try and get the tension out.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Good boy,” Brock was pleased that the soldier chose to swallow, but he ignored the silent pleas to be freed from the cage. Instead, he rubbed the asset’s rim where it was stretched around the toy, “bet I could milk you dry. Make you cum just from having something inside you. You love having your tight little ass filled up, don’t you?”

He let out a whine, looking at the other with a pitiful expression to show he wanted more. “More?” He was pointing to the cage, looking up at him with greedy eyes but he didn’t know if he was being naughty for asking for more.

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hailhydrasheads​:

It felt good having the asset just letting him sit there with his cock in the asset’s mouth. The warmth and pressure and quiet noises as the soldier suckled was relaxing. A great way to relax as he thought about what to do next. The asset did occasionally get finicky, but that could be fixed easily with enough practice. He pet the soldier’s cheek, almost a swat, and began to rock his hips. Going from just resting to fucking the soldier’s face. After so long, it wasn’t long before he came. Pulling out just enough to fill his mouth with brock’s release. Curious to see what he’d do without an order to decide for him.

The asset was left to decide for himself. That was strange for him, he wasn’t use to being allowed to do things for himself. He let out a moan as he swallowed the cum from the superior. He brought his hands to the cage whimpering and looking up at the other.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Let’s see,” Brock sounded disbelieving, but he didn’t argue with the soldier’s assertion. Instead, he smiled as he guided his cock into the soldier’s mouth and forced him to just cockwarm for him. Settling in to see how long the asset would take before he got restless.

The squirming got worse with time but he couldn’t help but just suck on the man’s cock as it settled in his mouth. He knew better than to bite. After all, he was being punished for other things. He couldn’t imagine what the punishment would be for biting a superior. He let out a whine and begged.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Oh? I’m not sure you will be,” he huffed, but he didn’t continue that line of thought as he reached into the bag and fished around. Pulling out a thin dildo and grabbing the lube to slick it up. He didn’t waste any time before sticking it inside the asset. Leaving it there while he sat back to look at how the asset’s ass stretched around it. Once he’d looked to his heart’s content, he moved to kneel with his legs on either side of the soldier’s head and fished his cock out of his pants, “now you keep that toy in there. If you’re good, I’ll make sure you enjoy what comes after this.”

He frowned at the fact that his cock still felt stiff and yet it was trapped. He found himself rocking with the dildo inside of his ass. The fact that he was moaning shortly after and whimpering. He looked at the other man’s cock and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’ll be good.”

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hailhydrasheads​:

“I gave you the opportunity and you wasted it,” he pointed out, grabbing the soldier’s cock and shoving it into the uncomfortable cage. Closing it and making sure that it was seated properly when it wasn’t particularly meant to be put on a hard or even half-hard cock, “Now, I have to make sure you understand you’re not to misbehave.”

He let out another whine, but he put his hand behind his knees like it was suppose to be before. The cage sitting there and making him a little uncomfortable. He wanted to touch but now he definitely couldn’t. “I’ll be good...”

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hailhydrasheads​:

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“I’m sure you will be,” Brock sighed. He wasn’t disappointed though. Instead, he grinned as he settled between the soldier’s legs and gave the tender flesh of his inner thighs a sharp pinch. He didn’t need to wilt completely, but it would be more easy to shove his dick into the cage if it wasn’t standing at attention, “we’re gonna have to lock this up nice and tight so you can’t be tempted to be bad.”

He let out a whimper but didn’t fight as he was pinched and he was squirming. “I’ll be a good boy...I’m sorry...” he was pleading to keep his cock out but he knew it was futile.

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hailhydrasheads​:

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“Ah! No touching,” Brock gently slapped the hand away when he caught sight of the soldier trying to pleasure himself. He stood suddenly as an idea occurred to him and he grinned cruelly, “I’m gonna be the one who makes you feel good, not you. Keep your hands behind your knees and don’t let your legs drop. No touching yourself. Got it? I’m gonna be right back.”

He looked up with a pout as he was told he couldn’t touch himself. He moved to put his hands behind his knees and kept his legs up. A little whine came from him and he looked at the other as he mentioned he would be right back.

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“Good boy. Stay just like that. Don’t move or you’ll get punished,” Brock ordered. He didn’t leave long before he returned with a device made of interlocking pieces of metal with a clasp on it. A cock cage he’d sized for the asset, but never gotten to use before. He had more toys with him in a bag that he placed next to the bed. Eager to make the asset cry.

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He paused, thinking he could just get a little touch before Brock got back and he moved his hand but when he came back he was still touching when Brock stepped up with the cock cage. ”I’m sorry...”

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hailhydrasheads​:

survivorsloss​:

“Ah! No touching,” Brock gently slapped the hand away when he caught sight of the soldier trying to pleasure himself. He stood suddenly as an idea occurred to him and he grinned cruelly, “I’m gonna be the one who makes you feel good, not you. Keep your hands behind your knees and don’t let your legs drop. No touching yourself. Got it? I’m gonna be right back.”

He looked up with a pout as he was told he couldn’t touch himself. He moved to put his hands behind his knees and kept his legs up. A little whine came from him and he looked at the other as he mentioned he would be right back.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“That’s my good boy,” Brock chuckled, slowly pressing a finger inside the soldier carefully. Getting him used to something inside him. Brock took his time working the soldier open. Playing with his ass until it was slick and open when his fingers were removed, though he was careful not to send him over the edge. Not yet. He wanted to make the soldier cum on his cock instead. Make him cry with pleasure.

“...”He paused, letting the other work him and sighing at the feeling of the finger working him over. He was squirming, he was a mess. A little whimper coming from him as he moved to touch himself.

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hailhydrasheads​:

“That’s a good boy,” Brock smiled as he shifted to settle between the soldier’s legs, he pulled out a bottle of lube and poured some out on his fingers. Feeling it warm in his hand before he brought it down to run his fingers over the puckered hole, “you’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you? I’m gonna make sure we both feel good.”

“Being bad gets you punished. I don’t want to be punished,” he admitted, looking up innocently and feeling the other’s fingers run over him. “I’m going to feel good...it’s going to be good. I will be a good boy.”

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Look how pretty you are,” he lifted his hand to gently swat the asset’s cheek. Hard enough to sting, but not leaving a mark, “you’d beg for more if I made you feel good, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d love it you’ve got a mouth made for sucking dick and an ass that’s tighter than any woman’s. Don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I’d do what I was told, sir,” he licked his lips, squirming in front of Brock.” I’m a good asset. I do what I’m told…”

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“That’s my good boy,” Brock praised as the soldier squirmed for him. He let his hands drift down. Feeling how the soldier’s muscles flexed under pale skin, “Spread your legs and hood them up for me. I wanna open you up.”

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He paused, looking a little confused but he spread his legs as he was told. He lifted his legs, looking at the other man curiously. "Yes sir."

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Imma just a talkin clock! I ain't no fish!

"No. I stepped on the fish because you scared me."

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hailhydrasheads​:

“Look how pretty you are,” he lifted his hand to gently swat the asset’s cheek. Hard enough to sting, but not leaving a mark, “you’d beg for more if I made you feel good, wouldn’t you? I bet you’d love it you’ve got a mouth made for sucking dick and an ass that’s tighter than any woman’s. Don’t you?”

“Yes sir. I’d do what I was told, sir,” he licked his lips, squirming in front of Brock.” I’m a good asset. I do what I’m told...”

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Hey Ya'll!

"Shit...a talking clock...shit a fish..."