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RING RING RING RING
A ring could be heard from within the room Boimler was stationed at, raising his eyebrow, Boimler presses his badge.
"Ensign Boimler, please report to Commander Ransom's office." the voice on the other end requests.
"Commander Ransom? Did he say what he wanted?" Boimler asked, concerned.
"No clue, you'll have to go yourself." the officer responds before ending the call.
"What would Ransom want with you?" Mariner asked Boimler.
"Not a clue... Oh! Do you think it's a mission?" the purple haired ensign responds excitedly.
"A mission for you and you only? Blegh, I bet it's some errand he wants you to run, pass."
"Hey, anything to have a chance to be promoted. Oh! Do you think if I do a good enough job, he'll finally give me that promotion?"
"Doubt it, but hey, why don't you see, maybe he wants a coffee again."
With a roll of his eyes, the male ensign heads out, making his way over to Ransom's office.
Opening the door, Boimler stands up straight.
"Ensign Boimler reporting in-" he to Ransom's chair, but finds no one there.
As he begins to question what's happening, the door suddenly shuts, turning around he finds himself jumped by the very same superior that had called for him as his mouth is covered by Ransom's hand.
"MMM!? MMMMMM MMMM" Boimler attempts to wiggle free, but the blonde man's muscles are too powerful.
Trying to adapt, he tries to reach for his phaser yet finds his arm immobilized too as he is suddenly restrained by Ransom's muscles.
Fearing that something has overcome Ransom, he attempts to break free again, he attempts to wiggle his arms free, no good, they're blocked by Ransom's arm.
The next time he tries to free his legs, no good, he feels Ransom's well built legs constricting him.
Finally, he tries to shake around as much as he can, trying to loosen the jock's grip but suddenly feels the arms shift into a sleeper hold.
Panicking, Boimler finds himself struggling harder, trying to kick, to punch, anything to break free, but darkness suddenly takes him.
Waking up at an indeterminate time later, Brad slowly opens his eyes, he was a bit groggy still.
As he attempts to get up off his bed, he suddenly finds something tugging onto his arm.
Questioning the sudden sensation, he glances over; his arm was bound to the bedframe.
In fact, both his arms and his legs were tied up spreadeagle styled.
Trying to call for help was no good however, as he soon realized he felt some form of cloth in his mouth, which was further sealed with tape.
"MMMMM? MMMMMMM!" were all he was able to shout out.
"About time you woke up Bradworth." a voice came from his side as he saw Ransom, naked.
His chest was massive, in fact every part of him was huge, and his chest it was... oily, glistening... hot.
"Oh, and I see you've really woken up" Jack teased with a smile as he grasped Boimler's cock which was twitching. "Would you call this your... morning wood perhaps?"
"Mmmm!? mm mmmm mmmm mmm mmm!" Boimler wanted to know what was happening, why was Jack stroking his dick, was this a wet dream again?"
"Calm down ensign, I'm sorry for the rough welcome, but I need your help." Jack began to explain, much to Boimler's shock.
"You see... I've been a bit... pent up of late." Jack continued his explanation, slowing his stroking a bit. "No action with the ladies has left me dry, but a commander's duty never stops."
Boimler questioned where he was going with this.
"But then I noticed... you. The way you spoke about me, the way you admired me... It... awoke something in me, and I realized... you're exactly what I want." Jack's face was inches away from Boimler's suddenly, causing Boimler to blush.
"M-Mmm...?" he tried questioning "M-Mmmmmmm!" as he followed up with a moan, the stroking suddenly hitting a good spot for Boimler as his back arched.
"That feel good?" Jack teased.
"M-Mhm..." the bound ensign nodded.
"I can make you feel better, Ensign Boimler. Want me to continue?" the surprisingly dominant jock asked.
Fuck, what was going on with the commander, was he serious? Had several of Boimler's recent fantasies suddenly come true? And how was he this good at this? Was it a trap? Boimler's mind was reeling between pleasure and confusion as he felt his body twitching.
"Still unsure are you?" the blonde man responded as he stopped. "Then why don't I show you how serious I am?"
Slowly sliding himself down Boimler's body, the grape hair coloured man felt a tinge of Jack's ass, then his balls, and finally his hard shaft.
Looking down, he saw the previously dominant jock begin to take Boimler's cock in his mouth, where he began to expertly suck him off.
"MMMMM!? MMMNH- MMMGH-" OH FUCK, HIS MOUTH- IT FELT AMAZING! was his used to this?
Something began to rise in Boimler's dick, wait no, was he cumming already!? Hold it a bit longer, let this last a bit longer please- oh god-
"MMMMMMMMM!" sure enough, with a gagged howl, Boimler began to cum inside Jack's mouth, the latter of which greedily started gulping it all down.
Lifting himself back up, Boimler could feel Jack's ass again, just barely hovering over his cock.
"What do you say mister Boimler?" he placed a hand on Brad's cheek. "Want me to promote you to personal sex toy for tonight?"
Still panting for a bit, the ensign wasn't sure how to feel about this, or at least he wouldn't be sure until he heard the words 'promote', surely this wasn't a legitimate position would it? His eyes lit up.
"Heh, good boy, maybe if you do good enough, I can make it a permanent position for you." Jack smiled as he lowered himself again.
Boimler felt both his and Ransom's cocks rubbing together, the sudden combination of a potential promotion, unofficial as it is, and the hot, bulky man on top of him beginning to stroke both of their dicks together re-invigorated something in him, he was hard all over.
"That's right, you're doing great..." the beefy jock said in a lustful tone, as he fully rose himself above Boimler's cock before beginning to slide it into his ass.
A wet sensation is the first thing that the ensign felt before immediately feeling a warm, tight hug all around his cock, causing him to moan.
"Fuuuuck, Mr.Boimler, you're doing so good!" Jack followed through, moaning as he began to ride the bound man at his pleasure, which began to threaten to crush him.
Following the blonde jock's lead, Boimler's hips began to thrust all on their own, as the two men began to fuck.
Every time Jack rose his ass, Brad would lower his hips. And every time the former would lower it, the latter would raise it. They were perfectly timed, neither cared about the slamming that was occurring at they were matching their timing.
Their passionate fuck session continued until the ensign saw his superior's cum spew out, landing all over his face and chest.
This was enough of a signal to his body to, after a few more strokes inside Jack's ass, made Boimler cum a second time, all inside the inside of his ass.
Feeling it to be over, the purple haired ensign began to relax as the buff man was panting, before he felt the gag on his mouth being removed.
Which was followed up by the back of his head being moved forward.
Into a passionate kiss.
One that Jack had initiated.
Pulling back as the saliva formed a line between two men's mouth, the two stared at each other before the blonde man began to speak.
"I want you to fuck me again. Just like that. Please." he begged. "I-I'll untie you Boimler, just please... I-I need it..."
"Sir..." the now ungagged man panted. "I-I cant, I'm, all drained..."
"I can fix that." there was a passion behind those words. Jack wanted to be fucked more.
Feeling his limbs finally freed, Boimler began to stretch his limbs as Jack rummaged through a nearby desk, pulling out a bottle.
"Now I want to preface by saying that, once we begin, you may not be able to stop, and I do not want you to, do you understand mr. Boimler?" Jack spoke.
"Yes sir" Boimler was a bit anxious but kind of excited.
"Stand still." the jock ordered, grabbing Boimler's face as he shoved the bottle inside one of Boimler's nostrils.
"Gah- J-Ja- Commander- Sir-" a strong smell began to enter his nose before the bottle was pulled out and the skinnier man began coughing.
"What was tha-" he barely finished his sentence before Jack shoved the bottle into the other nostril.
Which caused Boimler to scream his trademark scream.
And Jack pulled the bottle out, setting it on a nearby table.
A sudden warmth began to fill Boimler's body and he panted.
"How are you feeling mr. Boimler?" Jack began to ask "Anything I need to know?"
"W-Warm... R-Really warm..."
"Yep, you're all set, now..." the jock lied on the bed, lifting his leg up to reveal his hole. "Whenever you're read-"
The glance of the blonde man's still leaky hole was enough for Boimler to go to town on Jack.
Grabbing the newly submissive man's leg and forcing it up, he immediately shoved his dick inside the jock's ass, slamming into it.
"OOF! Y-Yes that's it Mr. Boimler! J-Just like that- K-Keep going- Ah! Hahhhh!" Jack drooled at the dominance that Boimler showed off.
Bradworth was also drooling, practically making nothing but feral noises.
"Fuck- Hit me harder Boimler, Do it, it feels so good! Oh god! I'm gonna cum so much at this ra- MMMM!?" The jock began to continue speaking, moaning all the while when he suddenly felt a familiar cloth enter his mouth.
It was his jock strap. The same jockstrap he had earlier forced into Boimler's mouth to gag him.
"How does it feel now, huh BITCH?" the now dominant man responded to the sudden surprise. "In fact, since you want to be a hole so much, why don't I help you!?"
Pushing his hand onto Jack's head, the purple haired man reached for one of the ropes that he had been previously tied with and began tying Ransom's arms together, tightening the rope one final time.
"MMM-mmm-mm-mm-mm" the bottom's moans were interspersed with the thrusting of the top's cock.
And then the jock felt his ass fill with cum once again as he began twitching, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
"Don't you dare move, bitch." the aggressive dom lifted himself up and went to the nearby drawer, the same one he had seen the now submissive Jack go to.
Returning to the bed, Boimler was smiling ear-to-ear.
"I found something really interesting in that drawer, didn't know you were such a slut. But first, a bit of role reversal."
Ransom was trying to understand what he meant until he suddenly heard the familiar sound of tape being ripped, his hair gripped and pulled back, the jock found himself tape gagged, his jockstrap in mouth, he was unable to call for help.
"And I'm not done yet" the purple haired top followed up by pulling out more tape, this time tying it around Jack's ankles, tying said ankles together. "Now where were we?"
Flipping the newly bound man face down, Boimler held his face down onto the bed as he stroked his cock with his free hand.
And so began the next hour of Jack being fucked helplessly, Brad would fuck him constantly. First he fucked him in the ass, holding the jock's head down into the pillow, only sometimes letting him up for air.
Then once Boimler came the first time, he switched to using the jock's fat pecs, squeezing them together to fit his cock until he came a second time.
The third time, he squeezed his cock in-between the bound jock's thighs and used said thighs to stroke himself off, cumming all over.
By this point, Jack had been hard for a bit, and was trying to signal to the new dominant he wanted to cum.
"Oh? You want to cum?" he asked.
"Mhm!" Jack nodded, pleading with his eyes.
"And who said you were allowed to cum?" Boimler grinned maniacally "I want you to beg for release."
"Mmm! Mmm mmmmm mmmm!" Jack tried to beg.
"What a naughty toy, not even being able to beg properly, guess you won't be cumming any time soon!"
"MMMMM! MMMMMMMMM!" No please! I need it so bad Mr. Boimler!
But Boimler didn't care, he simply took out Jack's vibrator.
"Naughty, naughty, keeping such things in your own office." Brad chuckled as he turned it on, putting it on top of Ransom's hard cock.
"MMMNG, Mmmm!"
"You want to cum so bad don't you, little slut"
"M-Mhm, Mmm, Hmmm-" the jock was shaking his hips to the beat of the vibrator, feeling himself close, he began rolling his eyes backwards and-
The vibrator stopped.
"MMMMM?"
"You didn't beg for it. Remember? No cumming until you do!"
Jack tried to complain through his gag, but it was obviously a feeble attempt, he tried to struggle, to stroke himself in any way, but couldn't squirming to no avail.
For the next 30 minutes, it was like this.
Jack would begin to calm down, Boimler would bring in the vibrator, or begin to suck Jack off, or stroke their cocks together.
But every time Jack would get close, Boimler would stop, edging him further.
Again.
And again.
And again.
God he just wanted to cum.
He squirmed, and thrusted, he moaned and tried begging, again and again.
Please let me cum. Please. Sir. Let me cum.
I want to cum so bad.
I'm so hard.
Fuck let me cummmm, I need it so badddddd
mmmmmm
MMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMM
MMM MMM MMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM MMM
"Still can't understand you" he was having fun.
All the while that Jack was begging to cum, the bottle was making Boimler constantly horny, he had cum nearly 10 times and was already hard, especially seeing his commander into a sweaty, squirming mess like this. All to himself.
But he also wanted to see how he would look like after he came, would he break? Would he be his? Boimler wanted to know.
And so he pulled Jack into a hug.
And began kissing Jack on the neck.
Jack began rubbing himself against Boimler, not caring about anything but being finally able to stroke himself off.
And then he felt his ass being played with, which only intensified his want to cum
As Boimler fingered the sweaty, cum-soaked jock, he began to also stroke himself against Jack.
Which made him think back to when Jack kissed him.
The way he had suddenly pulled in, kissed him... used his tongue against his... it made him pant... he wanted that again.
Pulling away from Jack for a second, the blonde man's eyes widened, a feeling of dread at thinking that he wouldn't be able to cum.
And then he tape came off
And the two men began kissing.
Boimler pulled himself close again.
Jack used his tongue as he stroked himself off.
The two men's body began rubbing onto each other stronger, harder then before.
And as they felt themselves get close.
Brad hugged Ransom tightly, a hand behind his commander's head.
The other hand pulling his hips closer to his.
And the exhaustion finally settling in, as the effects of the bottle expired, causing him to fall asleep alongside Jack, in the bed, now soaked with cum and sweat.
Some time passed, Jack had been untied and Boimler had woken up, the two shared an awkward moment at what had happened as they began to clean up.
Bradworth was the first to speak up, anxious. "S-So umm, I don't really know what came over me, and uh-"
"Boimler." Jack replied.
"Y'know I didn't really mean anything of what I said back there, so you know, if you wouldn't mind NOT including that-"
"Boimler." more firm.
"U-Umm, Well anyways I should be going so if you'll excuse me-"
"MR. BOIMLER."
A silence fell between the two men as Jack took a breath.
"Would you like to do this again sometime?"
Boimler blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"I liked this, if at some point we have more down time, would you like to do this again at some point?" Jack asked.
Boimler stood like a deer in headlight, shocked. "I- Uh, I mean uh- S-Sure! But y'know only if you don't mind, I wouldn't want you to-"
Jack walked up to Boimler and kissed him.
Pulling back slowly, he smiled "Great, I'll see you around."
As a now fully dressed Boimler stepped out into the hallway, he stood, flabbergasted before being greeted by Mariner.
"Heyy Boimler! There you are! Did you finish what Ransom asked you to finally?"
"Huh? Oh uh-" he shook himself out of his stupor "Yeah, turns out that Jack just uh, want me to spot him."
"Ugh, seriously? What did I say, totally lame right?"
"...Yeah, totally, mhm!"
And from that point forward, Jack would sometimes ask Boimler to 'spot' him. Whenever asked, both would say it was a 'special' training technique, but some say that Boimler grew a little more confident after these sessions, bit by bit.