My guts twisted into knots as the alcohol burned in the pit of my stomach. I vainly tried to put on a passive front, but the gleam in Peck's eyes and the slight twitch of a smile at the corners of his mouth told me he knew what I was thinking. His stare was cold, calculating and . . . well, goddammit, fuckin' HOT.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Normally I can hold my liquor as well as any Marine, but the fact that I hadn't eaten in almost twenty-four hours, combined with the morning of work in the hot sun, weakened my tolerance. Shit, that HAD to be it. Why else would I be sitting here, close to being turned on by a sadistic pervert who took pleasure in dominance and murder? With a brain so fucking screwed up, it was beyond salvation. But, damn, he got Old Snake to stirring.
Peck acknowledged my arousal with a wide grin. Hell, it wasn't like I was able to conceal anything. And fucking Snake had a mind of his own. I could blame it on the alcohol, or even on the damned cockring. Didn't matter. I could feel my dick growing over the smooth, soft leather seat.
Peck brought his glance from my crotch to look me in the eye, his gaze searching my soul, a look of bemusement on his face. I fought to maintain the stare as he crossed his sinewy arms and continued.
"Well, it occurred to me that if I enjoyed using men, surely there were others that would pay for the privilege of having a man for themselves." His eyes glinted. "Or several. To do with whatever they pleased without the sticky confines of the law to hold them back."
He turned his back to me and walked to the desk as he spoke. "Surely you can see the attraction there. You must have, at some point, considered what it would be like. Owning a man." He sat on the corner of the desk, again facing me, his eyes boring into mine. "Someone like your lieutenant, perhaps?"
The remark caught me off guard. "I don't fucking know what you're talking about, you sorry-assed son of a bitch!"
Peck's grin spread across his square jawed face, his gray eyes crinkled in amusement. "Oh, I think you do," he said softly, his head nodding to the erection at my groin. Fuckin' Snake!
Peck leaned back, his weight supported on his outstretched arms behind him, with legs spread wide, an obvious cylindrical bulge extending down his thigh. "I know you better than you know yourself. I've had my eye on you. I think there's something more between you and your horse-hung C.O. than you want to admit. More than an enlisted-officer relationship." The bulge at Peck's splayed legs seemed to grow. "Can't say as I blame you there. He's a hot one, he is. And, honestly now, you got off on fucking his ass and feeling his lips around your cock, didn't you?"
"NO!", I shouted, my hands gripping the armrest of the leather chair, my heart thudding in my chest.
Peck grinned as he stood and moved to the right behind my chair. "Liar."
I sat frozen, my fingers digging into the leather of the armrests. The thudding sound of my heartbeat was deafening. I felt Peck's hand on my left shoulder as he nonchalantly leaned over my right and slid his other hand down my abs, through the sweat dampened pubes and circled around the rapidly stiffening Snake. His grip was warm, firm; and old Snake was just eating this up, standing full and proud.
Peck brought his lips to my ear as he slowly began to piston his fist on my shaft. He whispered softly, his breath tickling the small hairs at opening of my ear canal. "I know what you want. I can smell the man-lust. I could sense it in you from the beginning."
Snake was rock hard, seeping precum as the stroking continued. I gritted my teeth and stared forward, but there was no denying a fucking stiff dick.
Peck moved his left hand from my shoulder to the back of my neck, massaging the spasming muscles there in rhythm with the pumping of my meat. "How many times have you fantasized about taking your Lieutenant? Having him stripped naked, subservient before you? How many times have you dreamed about shoving this" -- he gripped Snake more firmly in his fist for emphasis -- "up his tight, round ass?"
The sensations of Peck's hands on my body, the feel of his breath in my ear, all combined to confuse my resolve. All focus was centering on Snake, and I could feel my balls churning.
Peck ran his thumb through my seeping precum and rubbed it over the head of my dick, causing Snake to twitch. A groan escaped from my throat and I shook my head in futile denial.
"I can give you your fantasies," Peck whispered, the smell of the Scotch on his breath was arousing in itself. "Or," he began, his fist sliding to the base of my cock to hold the chromed ring between his thumb and index finger, "I can bring your nightmares to life."
I twisted my head slightly in an attempt to escape the erotic effects of his breath. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Just what the fuck is it you want from me, anyhow?"
Peck came around in front of me, grinning, his eyes sparkling in amusement. "Consider it a job offer." He crossed his arms across his chest as his smile broadened. "I see a lot of me in you. And, although you won't admit it to yourself, we're a lot alike you and I." He jutted his chin in the direction of Old Snake. "And your dick confirms my suspicions."
I glanced down at my prick, reddened and still throbbing on the leather seat, a small puddle of precum under the head. The evidence was indisputable. I garnered all the cockiness I could muster and stared straight into Peck's eyes. "So . . .?"
Peck pursed his lips briefly, then the smile brightened his handsome face again. He turned and sat once more on the corner of the large desk. "As I speculated, it turns out there is a great demand for . . . well, my merchandise." He cleared his throat, chuckling quietly. "Business is very good. Almost too good." Nodding his head at me, he continued. "That's where you come in. It takes a certain type of man to do this job. A certain mind set, if you will. I could use a man like you. You've already experienced some of the, uh, fringe benefits of working for me." An evil, seductive grin spread across his face. "Do the job well, and you have your pick of the lot. You can't say having a man like your lieutenant at your disposal every night doesn't appeal to you. I know it does." He glanced down again at my crotch and laughed.
I didn't have to look to know Old Snake was hard as steel and throbbing in time with the thundering of my heartbeat. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Shit."
"I need a man with a strong sense of loyalty," Peck said, his smile fading. "I know you have that. I've seen it. Although at the moment it's just a bit misdirected." He stood and came over to again grasp my pulsating prick in his fist, sliding his thumb through the clear slime at the tip. "I believe in rewarding a job well done. But I demand compliance with my directives without hesitation. Everyone working for me now will attest to this."
Peck saw the question in my face before I could speak it. "Yes," he nodded, "even Dieter."
I snorted at the thought of the man-mountain being subservient to any one. He was in it for the fun of control. Yeah, he and Peck were quite a pair.
Peck raised his eyebrows at the sound. "You don't believe me?" The evil grin was back on his face. "I'll prove it to you."
Relinquishing the grip on my dick, he went to the desk and took out a walkie-talkie. Holding it to his mouth he pressed the transmit button. "Dieter, could you come to the office? I require your services." He released the button, and a few seconds later the static was broken by Dieter's voice, still deep through the tinny sounding speaker. "Yes, sir, Mr. Peck. I'll be right there."
Returning the radio to the desk, Peck turned his attention back to me, a smirk twitching the corners of his mouth. "I don't ask for much. Do the job, do it well, and do it unhesitatingly, and my men will attest that the benefits are well worth the effort. Otherwise, why would they stay?" He returned to his position on the corner of the desk. "I want you to be one of my men. You've got the qualifications I'm looking for. Attitude, Sergeant . . . attitude is most important. The gut lust for men is something you have to be born with. As you were."
My head was spinning, confused. A lot of what Peck said was true, I couldn't lie to myself. And even if I could, Old Snake was there to prove me wrong. "I . . ."
My sentence was cut off as the door to the office was flung open, and Dieter's muscular bulk filled the entry. He looked from me to Peck sitting on the desk, then back to me, a questioning look in his eyes under the heavy brows.
"Ah, Dieter," Peck began. "I'm having a bit of trouble here. It seems our friend the sergeant feels that I am less than truthful."
Dieter crossed to my chair in four quick strides, grabbed the short hair on my head and pulled. "Maybe I can convince him, Mr. Peck." A sneer broke his dark features. "This little shit's been nothing but trouble. It would be a pleasure."
I was pulled half out of the seat, the bare skin of my back sliding over the sweat slickened leather before Peck broke in. "Let him go, Dieter. Pleasure is exactly one of the things we were discussing."
Freed from Dieter's grip, I slid back down into the chair, gritting my teeth in anger.
Dieter stood with his hands on his hips. "Mr. Peck, I don't underst . . ."
"Dieter, we were discussing the terms of employment. Benefits and expectations. You enjoy working for me, don't you?"
Dieter's face lit up. "Yessir. You know I do."
"And you feel that the perks far outweigh any minor inconveniences?"
The sneer was back on Dieter's face as he turned to face me and answered, "Yessir, I sure do."
"Well, now, that's what I was trying to explain to our friend here. But he seems to have difficulty in believing."
The sneer grew on Dieter's face. He obviously enjoyed his work.
"Dieter, I want you to suck his cock."
I glanced from Peck to Dieter and the sneer evaporated like summer rain, replaced by a look of incredulity. "Sir . . . ?"
"You heard right," Peck said quietly. "suck him off."
Dieter looked at me, his dark eyes blazing, his upper lip spasming in anger. "Yessir," he spat.
I sat in amazement as the hulking tormentor knelt at my feet with a hand on each of my knees, spreading them apart. Then, bringing his head to my groin, took Snake into his warm, moist mouth and began to suck. I gasped as his tongue flicked lightly at the sensitive area just behind the head. Then moaned as his head moved up and down, taking my cock into his throat all the way to the chrome encircled base. Mine evidently wasn't the first dick Dieter had ever tasted.
I glanced over at Peck's grinning face before closing my eyes, engulfed in the pleasure of Dieter's warm, moist mouth and tongue. Old Snake was rock hard, my balls churning in their nutsack. A harsh "ahhh" escaped my throat as I threw my head back. Placing a hand on each of Dieter's thickly muscled shoulders, I could feel him bobbing as his lips rode up and down the shaft of my cock. My hands slid to his neck, then to the back of his head and pulled him forward, forcing Snake further into his throat.
I could have felt some sense of satisfaction, a fraction of revenge. I should have considered this some small payback for the hell this fucker had caused. But my mind was centered on my dick. And on the tongue flicking at its head. Only to be engulfed again up to the cockring into the hot, wet suction of this hulking muscleman's mouth with old Snake's head ramming down his spasming gullet.
The man was good. Hell, he was fucking fantastic. And for the second time this afternoon, I could feel my balls ready to explode. And, while the shame and humiliation of the blowjob from L.T. prevented my full enjoyment, this was completely different. Dieter was an excellent, obviously experienced cocksucker. But the knowledge that he hated giving me head was a powerful turn on. He was about to drink my cum, and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe Peck was right after all. I found the domination over the man to be intoxicating.
I pulled Dieter's head sharply forward, smashing his nose into my pubes as Old Snake vomited my ball juice into his clenching esophagus. My body shook with the force of the cum being pumped from my nuts, and I maintained the pressure on the back of Dieter's head as he swallowed the load until there was no more to take.
Reluctantly, I released my grip, my gasping breath beginning to slow to a more normal rhythm. I brought my head down and opened my eyes to see the evil, burning anger in Dieter's face as Old Snake plopped from his mouth and he began to stand. Wiping the back of a hand across his cum smeared lips, he continued to stare at me with a look that spoke silent volumes.
Peck uncrossed his arms and pushed himself from the edge of the desk, standing with a smug look on his fucking face. "Thank you, Dieter. You may go."
My gaze moved from Peck to Dieter, who glared at me with dark eyes under thunderous brows, as he straightened his uniform top. With a silent snarl on his lips, he turned and exited the room without looking back.
"Well, now," Peck began, striding closer to the chair in which I was now slumped, "you see. The benefits of working for me override any hesitation in carrying out my orders."
I straightened in the seat, mentally and sexually drained. But even so, my mind was questioning, looking for answers. The recollection of last night and the scene of L.T. bound and kneeling, his face a mass of bruises, his lips swollen and bleeding, brought one particular question to prominence. "You offered this same deal to Lieutenant Brown, didn't you?" I watched Peck's face, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. "And he turned you down. No, I'll bet he did more than turn you down. If I know him he told you to go fuck yourself, isn't that right? Probably a few more suggestions, as well. And that's when you had him beaten. Am I right?"
Peck raised his eyebrows, a look of amusement on his face as he nodded his head. "Yes, I did afford him the opportunity." Then, shrugging his shoulders, he continued. "However, he declined. Too bad, too. He'd have been quite an asset."
Stepping around behind my chair, Peck placed his hands on my shoulders. "Now, he'll have the opportunity to regret his choice. I've got a buyer in mind for your lieutenant. A strange little man, actually. But he's got the money and is more than willing to pay. He prefers men that are well endowed. He keeps them shackled, and, once each day, he 'milks' them and drinks their semen. Calls it his 'fountain of youth'." Peck let out a sharp laugh as he massaged my tensing shoulder muscles. "The last one I sold him apparently couldn't take the captivity or his future as a milk stud. So, one night, he cut off his own considerable cock and balls using his supper utensils."
I gasped in shock, unable to imagine a man being driven to castrate himself. Peck laughed and patted my shoulder as he came around in front of me again. "The old guy found his stud stone cold the next morning , having bled to death, with the dull knife in one hand and his dissected manhood in the other. The old bastard ate the severed testicles raw, trying for one last fix from the hefty nuts. Then, he contacted me, demanding that I replace his 'defective' merchandise."
Peck let out a loud, rumbling laugh. "Do you believe that?" He snorted. "He actually blamed me for the loss of his property." His laughter subsided and he went on. "Well, I did feel a little responsible, and I promised him a good price on a replacement. So, it looks like your lieutenant will be going cheap." He smiled at me, watching for my reaction.
I couldn't imagine a more demeaning existence for my virile, macho C.O.--kept in chains, only to be utilized as a cum factory for a deranged pervert. I found it even more horrific to imagine him resorting to self-mutilation to escape such fate.
I was jolted back to reality by Peck's barking voice. "Well, what'll it be? Accept my offer and fulfill your basic needs and desires or refuse and become another man's property. And, one more thing,” Peck raised is eyebrows, a look of evil amusement in his bluish eyes, "Dieter will not be amused by this afternoon's events."
Shit, I was in it deep for sure. Peck had me pegged. The thought of having my choice of men to use at my whim was a fantasy. And, if I accepted the offer, perhaps I could find a way to save the lieutenant and the rest of my men. It was a compelling argument. Or a desperate rationalization.
I remembered L.T.'s battered face as he knelt last night, bound with rope, his military bearing and stoic resolve still clearly evident in the wake of Peck's attempted humiliation. He was a man I was proud to serve under. A man I chose to serve with. A man I respected and admired. And I wasn't about to let him down now.
I met Peck's gaze dead on. "Go to hell."
A twitch stirred at the corner of Peck's mouth, his gray blue eyes now cold as ice. "No," he began, "you're the one on his way to hell." In an instant he had taken a controller from his pocket and pointed it in my direction. Too late, I attempted to propel myself from the leather chair. The fire in my groin seared into my guts and exploded in an excruciating wave throughout my body. But, unlike before, this time Peck continued to press the activator button. My vision dimmed as I clutched at the chrome ring, spasming into a fetal position at Peck's feet. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was Peck's voice, heavy with sarcasm. "Bon voyage!"
