Army Days / NS Stories & Everything About Military Life (Compiled)

[miles]

“Thanks for sending me back.”  

 

Chong wasn’t too bothered “Ok lah, I live nearby anyway, also my shift ended.” 

 

The drive to my place was quiet other than the crooning of another Mandarin ballad from the car’s radio. It was from HaoFM, the station that plays all the songs from yesteryear. I was still in denial when I was told the pop songs from the 90s are now played on Gold 90FM. It’s too old, even for Class 95.  

 

“You’re still the same, last time in our company line you’ll be listening to all these Chinese pop as well.” I said. 

 

“Cannot change one lah. I still like Andy, Jacky, Vivian.... Do you mind if I smoke?” 

 

I said go ahead. He rolled down the window at the red traffic light and lit up a cigarette. I remember kissing him full mouth-on-mouth with his cigarette smell.  

 

“Nowadays, people like me, no education, serve half my life in SAF, come out do what? It’s either Grab driver or insurance agent.” I remember jumping into a cab years ago, only to realize that the cab driver was one of the old enciks from my camp.  

 

Traffic was horrible when we go onto CTE. It was bumper to bumper even though it was already close to 10pm.  

 

“So, do you live alone now?” I asked Chong. 

 

“Yeah, I rented a room. We are now selling the house so I let her and the kids live there.” 

 

“Can I ask.... what happened?” 

 

Chong seemed a little stumped and I quickly replied to my own question. “It’s ok you don’t have to reply. None of my business anyway.” 

 

“It’s ok lah. It’s already over. She caught me with someone. We already had problems lah, finance, kids, and this just makes the whole thing worse.” 

 

“Doesn’t help when I was drinking and smoking. But I didn’t gamble. I still brought money home. Not as much as her but at least I contributed. But she’s still not happy. What can I do?” 

 

Chong continued rambling while I was surprised at the amount of information he had offered to someone who he hasn’t met in close to 2 decades.  

 

After Chong got married, his wife gave birth a few months later. They didn’t have much savings but still managed to make a downpayment for a 3-room HDB flat. Things started going downhill after the birth of their second child, a girl.  

 

“She didn’t want me to touch her anymore. I was so pek chek.” 

 

“That’s when I met someone else.” 

 

I looked straight ahead at the jam and didn’t know how to react. After a while, I said “how did she find out?” 

 

“She saw my messages... went through my phone. Massive fight. We decided to go for counselling but then we discovered that I have ah...” 

 

“What? You have what?” It better not be some disease. 

 

“Quite pai sey to say lah. But not STD ah.” 

 

“Say lah!” 

 

“Doctor said I have sexual addiction. So I’m always looking for sex to satisfy myself and I’m always fucking horny all the time. Sometimes in the middle of my shift I will have to find a quiet spot to pak chiu cheng, you know?” 

 

I was shocked that he was willing to divulge so much personal information but at the same time, as much as I didn’t feel right, I experienced an erection. My work pants were quite tight so it became super uncomfortable. Then I felt something else. Fuck, I’m leaking precum. 

 

“Wow.” That’s all I could muster. 

 

“Don’t tell anyone else, ok. I told you because... you know, we have gone through this before.” And then out of the blue, Chong placed his hand on my lap and squeezed it lightly.  

 

“Chong, I...” I didn’t react.  

 

We exited the expressway and have soon arrived at the multistorey carpark near my flat. He stopped the car and the air was still and awkward.  

 

“Thanks for the ride... Chong. I hope you will manage to sort out your situation.” 

 

“Ang, do you still miss what we did together back then?” 

 

I was dumbfounded. I never thought I’ll never hear this again. 

 

“What do you mean? I...” 

 

Chong leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Our lips still touching, my hand moved behind his head and he introduced his tongue inside my mouth. “Mmmmfff....” I groaned. 

 

Chong’s hand then shifted to my crotch and squeezed it. My penis stiffened even more. I could taste his cigarette smell, something that I missed so much. 

 

“Want to come to my place?” I finally said it. Tonight is where we will fuck again after such a long time. 

 

“You live alone?” 

 

“Yeah. Fuck I bloody miss you.” I kissed him again, our tongues entangled, my hand ruffling the hair on the back of his head.  

 

“Ok, let me park.” Chong parked his car and we head out of his car. Then I realized his erection was visible though his super thin shorts. He looked down and gave me a sheepish smile. “We better hurry, I’m not wearing any underwear.” By then half of mine was already soaked in precum, having not jack off for the past 2 days.  

 

 

[bi2bi69]

@miles- that was a very interesting story you shared. I read 3 times as it reminded me the man I had frequent sex with in the past is also called Chong.

I was in my mid-twenties working in an international bank. He was our operations manager, muscular and married. He was very close to me from the first day I join.

I was the one who turned him into a bottom but his pec and thick cock was to die for. I was not much of a suckee but I love to blow him until he cum into my mouth. We usually do 69 until we cum into each other mouth. I love to lick every inch of his meaty muscular body and I even rimmed him from time to time.

We kissed and do whatever one would love to do to each other. But he is rough in bed as he loves to bite. My nipples were always sore whenever we had sex.

He is much older than me, about 12 years apart. Last saw him, he still looks good for a senior. 

Keep your story coming and let me fantasise. 

Thank you.

[miles]

We stumbled clumsily into my flat, a simple, sparsely furnished 3-room resale HDB. I let him in first and closed the door behind me. Chong was quietly inspecting my place with the faint light coming in from the corridor. Even from the back, his silhouette looks so fucking sexy. 

 

I hugged him from behind and placed my hands around his waist. “Sergeant....” Definitely reliving the days of our sergeant-corporal fucklationship.  

 

Chong swung around and I buried my face into his chest. He smells terrific. The mix of musky perspiration, faint cologne and stale cigarettes brings me back to the night we spent together in a cheap Geylang hotel.  

 

We kissed again, sucking each other’s tongues hungrily and we clumsily made our way to my room, with me holding his hand and guiding him. We lost our clothes pretty quickly, save for our pairs of underwear. We were both wearing briefs and even in the darkness, I could see that his briefs were barely holding in his erected cock.  

 

Chong got on top of me and fed my mouth with his tongue and pressing his crotch on mine, which is already soaked in precum. I moaned out loud and broke free from his kiss. “Oh fuck, Sergeant....” 

 

“You like to call me sergeant right, you little fucking slut.” Even after he has been promoted after I’ve left the army, I still prefer calling him Sergeant Chong. 

 

He continued rubbing his crotch on mine which drove me absolutely nuts. Chong knows which buttons to push and he knew that my sensitive nipples were my kryptonite. He used his tongue to gently flick my right nipple. I groaned helplessly. His hands pinned on my wrists as he started licking the other nipple. I could feel my cock poking out of my briefs. 

 

“You miss sergeant’s cock? Want to suck it?” I mumbled something which probably meant “yes of course is that even a question” 

 

Chong stood up pulled down his briefs. His 6-inch cock sprang to life. How I missed this thick piece of meat. I approached it, hold the shaft, inches away from my face, looked up at him and slowly pulled back his foreskin. He groaned out loud. “CHAO CHEE BYE.” and tilt his head back.  

 

I am no longer the greenhorn who had never tasted a man’s cock. After years of experience, i am proud and yet at the same time ashamed to say that I am pretty good at pleasing a man’s cock. Of course I shouldn’t (and wouldn’t yet couldn’t) be blowing my own horn (no pun intended), but Chong was extremely happy on what I did to him. 

 

I teased him bit by bit, licked his foreskin and then around his cockhead and used my hand to stroke his thick shaft. Chong is extremely vocal in his pleasure, and you would expect nothing less but Hokkien-laden expletives coming out of his mouth. After a long day behind the wheel, I sniffed greedily at the musk around his sack, took them in my mouth one by one, and cleaned up them up. Chong placed his hand behind my head as one of my hands sneaked up his torso to play with his nipple.  

 

“FUCK.... Ang.... you’re so good.” 

 

I took his cock into my mouth and he let out a loud gasp. “I’m so fucking hard, Ang.... suck sergeant’s cock....” 

 

I went in deep all the way till his pubes and a gag reflex left me choking and I had to come up for air. Undeterred, I went down on him again, taking one inch at the time until I have completely engulfed Chong’s penis. I let go a little, my tongue swirling around his cockhead, Chong let out another loud gasp. 

 

I looked up at him. The room was dark and I couldn’t see his facial expressions. But he was breathing heavily and chest heaving. I focused back onto his cock and continued to blow him with one hand guiding his shaft. He took my hand which was playing with his nipples and started sucking on my fingers. 

 

And Chong then lifted me from my armpits and our mouths met again, kissing sloppily, almost swallowing each other’s tongues. He gently pushed me on the bed and hooked his thumbs around my underwear and expertly yanked it off. My hard penis made a loud ‘piak’ sound, and oozing precum. I was so wet. 

 

Chong then got on top of me and lifted my legs up as I felt his hard cock brushing against my hole. “No wait.... condom.” I quickly reached for the drawer and took out a Durex and lube. Chong hastily slipped it on and slapped a generous amount of lube on it.  

 

“Wait are you going to...ARGH FUCK!!!!!!” My eyes widened as he fingered me roughly. “Fuck pain Chong fuck fuck wait!” I hissed angrily.  

 

Chong grabbed my hands and locked them on top of my head. “Ang.... I’m so damn horny. I go in now, can?” 

 

 

[miles]

Chong bent down and tongued me to keep me quiet. I felt him fingering me again and I squirmed uncomfortably. I haven’t been fucked in a while and I need some time to get myself generously lubed up and relaxed, but Chong wasn’t the most patient fucker in the world.  

 

I finally broke free of his restraint and pushed his hand aside, ordering him to take things slow. Miraculously, he obeyed. We then had more foreplay which included lots of nipple play, masturbation, cuddling and edging. I didn’t know I could actually leak so much precum. 

 

Chong then adjusted himself and moved to my stomach area, much to my surprise. Is he going to suck my cock? He has never done this before.  

 

He whispered “Ang.... can sergeant suck you?” I stroked the hair at the back of his and positioned my cock near his mouth, encouraging him. Chong took in my six inches, all at once, and I let out a loud sigh and rolled my eyes back. Never in my life I would have imagine my sergeant blowing me. 

 

I guess this isn’t the first time someone “straight” like Chong has sucked someone’s cock because it sure didn’t feel like it. How his tongue-teased my cock head, making slurping sounds as he went along while holding on to my shaft – this is the work of an experienced cock-sucker. Maybe Chong has had more than his fair of dicks and his declaration of not meeting any men for sex after me was.... a lie? 

 

“Fuck, you’ve done this before right?” I moaned with pleasure. 

 

Chong ignored my question. Impulsively I switched on my bedside lamp and watched Chong sucking my dick while his own was twitching and still fully erect.  

 

“You like to watch sergeant sucking your cock, you fucker?” Chong moved up and kissed me again and I felt him trying to finger me again. This time I was more relaxed, and he has learned to take everything slow.  

 

Still, it was uncomfortable, but now that I can see him in his full naked glory, my erection came back and I leaked more precum. Chong looked down and gave a grin. “You’re ready soldier?” As he removed his fingers and positioned his dick, lifted my legs onto his shoulder and inched his way in. 

 

That’s when I felt his cock slowly entering me, the pain is immense but I remained erected. Chong licked his lips and pushed his pelvis forward, penetrating me half a inch at a time. “Ohhhhh fuck” we both groaned. He started perspiring profusely, like he just finished doing a 5BX. I reached for his nipples and teased them, he pushed his cock in even more. 

 

“Fuck...... you are so fucking tight.” Beads of perspiring rolling down his forehead, chest and shoulders.  

 

 

And then he was completely inside me. “Fuck me, Chong.” I demanded, seething in pain and pleasure. “FUCK ME.” 

 

Chong pulled back a little and thrusted his cock in fully again, my eyes rolling and it was my turn to start perspiring. He brought his face to mine and whispered “You like it right you little fucking slut?” before catching me by surprise and slamming his cock all the way in again. I let out a loud gasp and before I could recover, Chong delivered another thrust, and then another.  

 

His rhythmic thrusting gradually increased, with each thrust getting more forceful than the previous, while his breaths were shallow and quick. The repeated slapping of his pelvis onto my buttocks made me wonder if it was so loud that the neighbors might hear it. Chong wrapped me in his arms, kissing my neck and licking my ears while my hands wondered around his back and buttocks, feeling the beads of sweat falling off his body. My sheets were damp.  

 

The feeling is indescribable when his penis hits my prostate – let's just say that I have not felt such immense and deep pleasure for quite a while and Chong seems to know exactly which angle to thrust his penis. This man is obviously not a stranger to gay sex. One could argue he’s been with women but I don’t think you can apply the same science when it comes to hitting the spot for men. 

 

My own penis was twitching wildly even without me touching it and then without warning, I shot my first string of cum onto my stomach, followed quickly by the second and last wad of semen. I gasped in pleasure, shocked at how I ejaculated without masturbating.  

 

Chong then withdrew, pulled off his condom, scooped some of my semen and started masturbated furiously. “Can I cum on your face?” before I could react, he got on top of me and emptied his balls on me with wads and wads of thick gooey semen, mostly landing on my cheeks, lips, forehead and some onto the sheets. I was covered in his seed.  

 

Edited December 9 by miles

[Meta]

I used an AI chatbot to write most of this army story with a few prompts and editing on my part, but I think it's pretty hot! I hope you guys will enjoy it. 

Also, you know the usual disclaimer... All the characters in the story are fictitious and any reference to real life people is merely coincidental.

 

 

Summary:

Hotshot commando officer 2nd lieutenant Jieren goes down a rabbit hole as he faces his reckoning

 

 

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2nd Lieutenant Jieren Tan stepped off the train and into the bustling streets of Geylang, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Standing at 1.8 metres, with sun-kissed skin from spending a tad too much time at the beach, broad shoulders and a sexy treasure trail tapering to hard six packs honed from a long history of competitive sports, he could very well be the poster boy of the Singapore Armed Forces. Indeed, with his boyish clean-cut good looks and perfect pearly whites, he was even a part-time student model before getting enlisted to National Service. His heart raced in his chest as he thought about the meeting Taufik had insisted on having with him.

 

If there’s a yin to his yang, it had to be Taufik. Dark, brooding and intense, the Malay officer was similar to him in many aspects, from their competitiveness to competence. Hell, they even looked quite alike with model-esque good looks and even the same dick size, albeit Taufik being slightly shorter and rugged in looks. At the slightly homoerotic memory of Taufik’s dick, the straight-as-arrow Jieren shook his head as if to exorcise it out of his head. Their rivalry at the Officer Cadet School had been intense, and while Jieren had come out on top in terms of being posted to the prestigious Hendon camp as a Commando officer, he knew Taufik was not one to let things rest easily.

 

He arrived at the sleek hotel and made his way to the room number Taufik had provided. Knocking on the door, he tried to compose himself, his mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be so urgent that it couldn’t wait until they were both back in camp. The door swung open to reveal Taufik, dressed in his own body-hugging camo-green No. 4 uniform, but with an air of dominance and arrogance that Jieren had never seen before.

 

“Tan, come in,” Taufik said with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

 

Jieren stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, his eyes scanning the space for any signs of what was to come. The heavy scent of musk and cologne filled the air, a stark contrast to the sterile environment of their usual barracks.
Taufik’s eyes gleamed with a malicious intent as he closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. Jieren felt his throat tighten as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had been set up.

 

Taufik strode over to the minibar and poured two whiskeys, handing one to Jieren. “Drink up,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’re going to need it.” Jieren took the glass, his hand shaking slightly, and downed the amber liquid in one gulp. It burned his throat, but the warmth spreading through his body did little to ease the cold dread that was beginning to form in his stomach.

 

Without warning, Taufik grabbed Jieren’s shoulder and spun him around to face the mirror. Jieren’s reflection stared back at him, wide-eyed and defiant. Taufik leaned in close, his breath hot on Jieren’s ear. “I’ve caught you engaging a prostitute,” he whispered, his grip on Jieren’s shoulder tightening. “In fact, here’s the video showing you entering a hotel room with that prostitute. What do you think will happen to your military career?”

 

Jieren’s eyes widened as he saw the screen of Taufik’s handphone come to life. The video played out the sordid encounter in explicit detail: the way the prostitute had moaned and whimpered, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and his own unmistakable voice, crying out in pleasure. He reached out to grab the phone, a desperate attempt to snatch back some semblance of control over the situation. But Taufik was too quick, holding it just out of reach.

 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Taufik said, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. “You see, I’ve taken the liberty of storing this little gem in multiple locations. It would be such a shame if it ended up in the wrong hands, don’t you think?”

 

Jieren’s face flushed with rage and humiliation as he realized the extent of Taufik’s plan. “What do you want?” he demanded, his voice cracking with fear. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I want,” Taufik said, his tone slick and sinister. “You see, I’ve always envied you, Tan. The way everyone looks up to you, the way you strut around camp like you own the place. Now, it’s time for you to learn what it’s like to be on the receiving end of some…attention.”

 

Taufik’s hand gripped his shoulder, sending a shiver down Jieren’s spine. He lunged for the phone, his instincts telling him to destroy the evidence at all costs, but Taufik was too quick. He danced back, the phone out of reach, his smile growing wider with every desperate swipe Jieren made.

 

“Now, now, let’s not be hasty,” Taufik taunted, his eyes glinting with excitement. “I think we can come to an understanding, you and I. You see, I have certain… needs that aren’t quite as mainstream as yours.” He stepped closer, his chest brushing against Jieren’s back, his voice dropping to a seductive purr. “And I think you might just be the perfect candidate to help me fulfill them.”

 

Jieren’s mind raced as he felt the heat of Taufik’s body against him, the implications of what was being suggested sinking in. “What are you saying?” he managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“I’m saying,” Taufik began, his breath warm on Jieren’s neck, “that I’m willing to keep your little secret… if you’re willing to keep mine.” He reached around and unbuckled Jieren’s belt, his hand sliding into the waistband of his uniform pants. “You’re going to be my bitch, Tan,” Taufik said, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. “And you’re going to like it.”

 

Jieren’s body stiffened with horror as Taufik’s hand found its way to his crotch, groping his cock through the fabric. He struggled to break free, but Taufik’s grip was like a vice, his strength surprising for someone who was smaller than him. “You’re going to do whatever I say, whenever I say,” Taufik continued, his fingers now stroking Jieren’s erection. “And if you do a good job, I might just let you keep your career.”

 

Jieren felt a strange mix of anger and arousal building within him. He had never been with a man before, and the thought of being used like this by his rival was unbearable. But the fear of losing everything he had worked so hard for was stronger. He could feel his resolve slipping away with every stroke of Taufik’s hand.

 

Taufik noticed the shift in Jieren’s demeanor and took full advantage of it. He stepped closer, his hardening cock pressing against Jieren’s lower back. “Look at yourself,” he whispered, his hand now moving to unbutton Jieren’s shirt. “You’re so hard for me. You can’t resist it, can you?”

 

Jieren’s reflection in the mirror showed his face contorted with a mix of anger and lust. His eyes searched Taufik’s, looking for any hint of mercy, but all he found was the gleam of victory. “Get your fucking hands off me,” he snarled, but his voice lacked conviction.

 

Taufik chuckled, his hands moving to unbuckle Jieren’s pants. “Such a strong, proud commando,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But here you are, about to be my bitch.” With a swift tug, Taufik pushed the loose slacks down, leaving Jieren’s bubble butt partially exposed. His erection peeked out of his slacks, a traitor to his own pride, betraying his body’s involuntary response to Taufik’s touch.

 

Taufik stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “Fuck,”, he wolf-whistled appreciatively, his eyes raking over the two perfectly-formed, unblemished globes, “what a piece of work.” Jieren’s face flushed at the comment. Ignoring him, Taufik continued, “Now, we need to set some ground rules.” He pulled out a set of handcuffs from the nightstand drawer and snapped them around Jieren’s wrists, securing him to the headboard of the hotel bed. “First rule: you do exactly as I say.”

 

Jieren’s mind reeled as he squirmed in his restraints, trying to process the situation. “What do you want from me?” he asked, his voice tight with anger and fear.

 

Taufik sauntered over to the bed, his own cock now fully erect and tenting his uniform slacks. He leaned down, his face mere inches from Jieren’s. “I want you to submit to me,” he said, his voice a low growl. “I want to show you what it’s like to be dominated.”

 

With a swift motion, Taufik grabbed the back of Jieren’s neck and pushed him down onto the bed, face-first. Jieren felt the softness of the mattress against his cheek, his heart racing as Taufik’s hands roamed over his body, touching him in places no one else had ever dared. He felt Taufik’s cock pushing against his ass, the fabric of their pants the only barrier. “You’re mine now,” Taufik murmured, his breath hot on Jieren’s neck.

 

Jieren’s body tensed as Taufik began to slide his pants down, the cool air of the hotel room a stark contrast to the heat of their entwined forms. The sound of Taufik’s zipper was the only noise in the room, a deafening crescendo of doom that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the head of Taufik’s cock nudging against his hole, and he bit back a whimper. “Remember,” Taufik whispered, his voice a dark caress, “you agreed to this.”

 

With a cruel twist of his wrist, Taufik yanked Jieren’s slacks down to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. Jieren’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions: anger, humiliation, fear, and an unwelcome flicker of excitement. He felt the tip of Taufik’s cock press against his entrance, and his body instinctively clenched. “Relax,” Taufik ordered, his voice a soft hiss in the quiet room. “This will be over sooner if you just take it like a good boy.”

 

Jieren’s eyes squeezed shut as he felt the first intrusion. The pain was sharp and intense, a stark reminder of the power Taufik held over him. He bit back a scream, his teeth sinking into the pillow beneath him. Taufik didn’t wait for his body to adjust, instead pushing in deeper and faster, a smug satisfaction etched on his face as he watched Jieren’s reflection in the mirror. “You like it, don’t you?” he taunted, his strokes growing more forceful. “You like being my little bitch.”

 

Jieren could feel his body betraying him, his cock responding to the rough handling despite his mind’s protest. The pain slowly morphed into something else, a burning need that made him want to push back into Taufik’s thrusts. He tried to ignore the pleasure, to hold onto the last shreds of his dignity, but it was no use. Taufik’s skilled hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as he fucked him like he owned him.

 

Taufik reached around and began to stroke Jieren’s cock in time with his thrusts, his grip firm and demanding. Jieren’s eyes snapped open, and he found himself staring at their reflection in the mirror. He watched as Taufik’s muscled arms flexed with each powerful drive into his body, his own face a mask of agony and ecstasy. The sight of Taufik’s cock disappearing into his ass, the way their bodies moved together in a rhythm that seemed so wrong yet so natural, was almost too much to bear.

 

But Taufik wasn’t done. With a snarl of triumph, he reached down and ripped open the front of Jieren’s No. 4 uniform, sending buttons flying in every direction. Jieren’s chest heaved, his smooth muscular physique now bare for Taufik’s greedy eyes to feast on. Taufik’s hands moved to Jieren’s chest, grabbing his solid pecs and squeezing them roughly. The pleasure was intense, and despite the circumstances, Jieren couldn’t help but moan. He felt his body responding, his ass loosening around Taufik’s cock as he was fucked harder and deeper.

 

In the mirror, Jieren watched in horror and fascination as he saw himself begin to push back into Taufik’s thrusts, meeting each one with his own. His moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of his own submission. He saw the look of triumph on Taufik’s face and knew that he had lost the battle. The handcuffs bit into his wrists, a constant reminder of his helplessness, yet the pain only seemed to enhance the sensation. He felt his own orgasm building, his body betraying him further.

 

“That’s it,” Taufik encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? You’re loving being my bitch.”

 

Jieren’s cheeks burned with shame, his teeth grinding into the pillow. He didn’t want to admit it, but his body was responding to the relentless pounding, the pleasure mixing with the pain and fear in a confusing cocktail of sensation. Taufik’s hand tightened around his cock, pulling and twisting in a way that sent bolts of electricity through his body. He could feel his climax approaching, and his body tensed, trying to hold it back.

 

“You’re going to cum for me,” Taufik growled, his breath hot and heavy on Jieren’s neck. “You’re going to show me how much you enjoy being my slut.”

 

The words sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over Jieren, but he couldn’t deny the truth. His body was on fire, and it was all Taufik’s doing. He felt his orgasm building, his cock straining in Taufik’s hand. He didn’t want to give his rival the satisfaction, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. With a final, desperate effort, he tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control. But Taufik was too good, too experienced, and with a few more strokes, Jieren’s body gave in.

 

He came with a muffled scream, his cum spurting onto the hotel bed. The handcuffs bit deeper into his skin as he bucked and writhed, his body helplessly following the commands of his own traitorous desires. Taufik’s rhythm didn’t falter, his own pleasure building as he watched Jieren’s submission play out in the mirror. “That’s it,” he said, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. “You’re mine now.”

 

Jieren felt the last of his resistance crumble as the aftershocks of his orgasm faded. He was completely at Taufik’s mercy, his body used and discarded like a piece of meat. The weight of his own cum on the bed was a sticky reminder of his humiliation. Taufik leaned in, whispering in his ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?”

 

Jieren’s only response was a choking sob. Taufik’s hand continued to toy with his now-sensitive cock, keeping him on edge as he whispered more taunts and commands. “You’re going to do this for me again,” Taufik said. “And again. And every time, you’re going to beg for it. You’re going to love it.”

 

Jieren’s mind was a mess of emotions: anger at the betrayal, fear of the video being leaked, and a strange, burning curiosity about what Taufik had in store for him next. His body, however, was a willing participant in Taufik’s twisted game, his muscles relaxing and his ass clenching around Taufik’s cock. He hated himself for it, but the feeling of fullness, the way Taufik’s body felt against his, was oddly sensual.

 

Taufik pulled out, leaving Jieren feeling empty and exposed. He undid the handcuffs in record time and flipped the bitched officer onto his back, their uniform slacks still around their ankles, and straddled him. “Look at me when I fuck you,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Jieren’s eyes snapped open to meet Taufik’s, his own filled with a mix of anger and lust. He watched as Taufik lined up their cocks, his own cock still half-hard and glistening with cum despite the humiliation while being rubbed and stimulated by Taufik’s ramrod pole.

 

With a smirk, Taufik began to pump their cocks together, using Jieren’s own cum as lubricant. Jieren’s body responded again, his erection growing back to full mast as Taufik’s hands worked both of them into a frenzy. The sight was too much, and Jieren had to look away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire.

 

But Taufik was not satisfied with just watching their cocks slide together; he leaned down and kissed Jieren, forcing his tongue into his mouth in a dominating kiss that left Jieren gasping for air.

 

The taste of whiskey and lust mingled as Taufik claimed him, his tongue dancing with Jieren’s in a display of power and ownership. Jieren’s hands balled into fists at his sides, fighting the urge to push Taufik away while also wanting to pull him closer. Taufik broke the kiss, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he saw the struggle within Jieren. “You can’t deny it,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “You want this.”

 

Jieren’s breath came in ragged gasps as Taufik continued to stroke their cocks in unison. The pleasure was almost unbearable, and he could feel his resolve slipping away with every touch.

 

“You’re just using me,” he managed to say, his voice weak.

 

“Using you?” Taufik laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “I’m giving you what you need, Tan. You’re the one who’s been living a lie. Now you get to experience the truth.” He leaned down and bit Jieren’s ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “And the best part is, you’re going to come to me for more.”

 

With that, Taufik unceremoniously hoisted Jieren’s thick thighs up like he was fucking a bitch, making the latter gasp as he realized what was about to happen. Jieren’s legs were now spread wide, his slacks lying uselessly on the floor, exposing his ass and balls to Taufik’s hungry gaze. The position was undeniably degrading, and it only served to fuel Taufik’s dominance. He lined his cock up with Jieren’s tight hole, the tip glistening with precum. “You’re going to take this,” he said, his voice a low, guttural growl. “And you’re going to enjoy it.”

 

Jieren’s eyes widened with fear and humiliation, but his body betrayed him once more, his hole puckering with anticipation. Taufik took a deep breath, savoring the moment before he pushed inside, feeling the resistance give way to his iron-hard shaft. Jieren’s gasp was a mix of pain and shock, his body involuntarily clenching around Taufik’s cock. “So tight, but you’ll get used to it,” Taufik murmured, his eyes never leaving the glorious sight in the mirror.

 

And glorious it was, to see his own hairy, muscular physique contrasting with the sweat-slicked, sculpted pecs and abs belonging to his bitch. It was like they were transported back in time, with him being the victorious Persian hero conquering the smooth Spartan champion who lay defeated and at his mercy. It was the battle of the Titans, the battle of the century between two manliness-incarnates, and he had triumphed.

 

With a roar, he began to thrust in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. Jieren’s eyes remained locked on Taufik’s piercing gaze, watching in horror as he was claimed by his rival. His own cock bobbed between them, a silent testament to his body’s treacherous desires. Taufik leaned back, gripping Jieren’s thighs tightly as he drove into him, the slap of their bodies growing louder with each stroke. The pain was intense, but Jieren found himself pushing back into it, his body begging for more.

 

The room spun as Taufik’s rhythm grew more frantic, his own orgasm approaching. “You’re going to beg for it,” Taufik panted, his breath hot on Jieren’s neck. “You’re going to love being my little slut.”

 

Jieren’s mind reeled, trying to reject the words, but his body was a traitor. His hips began to meet Taufik’s thrusts, his legs trembling while he desperately clung to the sides of the bed. He could feel Taufik’s cock stretching him, filling him in a way that no woman ever had. The pain was a strange, addictive mix with the pleasure, and he knew he was going to come again. He clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound, not to give Taufik the satisfaction of hearing him beg.

 

But the pleasure was too intense. “Please,” he gasped, hating himself for the need in his voice. “Harder.”

 

Taufik’s smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as he picked up his pace. “That’s my good boy,” he murmured, his strokes becoming more powerful. Jieren’s body arched off the bed, his muscles straining as he sought the release that Taufik dangled just out of reach.

 

The room was filled with the sounds of their harsh breathing and the slap of flesh. Taufik’s uniform pants were sticky with sweat and other fluids, his own arousal clear as he pumped into Jieren’s body. “You’re going to be my secret,” Taufik said, his voice a harsh whisper. “My dirty little secret that I get to play with whenever I want.”

 

Jieren craned his neck back to see himself in the mirror, looking for any sign of the proud commando he had once been. Instead, he saw a depraved man lost in pleasure, his body responding instinctively to the relentless assault of his rival’s cock. “I’ll do whatever you want,” Jieren managed to say, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Just don’t tell anyone.”

 

“Oh, I won’t,” Taufik said, his strokes growing more deliberate. “But you’ll have to prove your loyalty.” He reached down and squeezed Jieren’s balls, his grip tight enough to make Jieren wince. “You’re going to come for me. And then, you’re going to suck my cock clean.”

 

Jieren’s body tensed at the thought, his mind recoiling at the idea of performing such a degrading act. But his body had other plans. With each thrust, he could feel his orgasm building again, his prostate being expertly massaged by Taufik’s thick cock. He didn’t want to give in, didn’t want to let Taufik win so completely. But the perverse pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. With a cry that was equal parts rage and pleasure, he came again, his body spasming around Taufik’s cock, while at the same time Taufik roared as he creamed inside the willing muscle ass.

 

Taufik pulled out, his cock slick with both of their cum. He leaned down and whispered in Jieren’s ear, “Now, suck it clean.” Jieren felt his stomach churn, but he knew he had no choice. With trembling hands, he reached down and took Taufik’s still-hard cock in his mouth, his own taste mingling with the musky scent of their mingled seed. He tried not to gag as he licked and sucked, cleaning Taufik’s shaft with a newfound desperation. Taufik’s hand affectionately tousled his hair, messing with his susceptible mind. He then gently but firmly pushed his head deeper until Jieren was choking as the entire length slid down his throat.

 

As he sucked, Jieren couldn’t help but feel the power dynamic shift. His own cock grew hard again, a silent testament to the thrill of his submission. He hated it, but he couldn’t deny the dark thrill of being used in such a way. Taufik now placed both hands firmly on his head, guiding him in a slow, steady rhythm like playing with a rag doll, his breathing growing shallower with every pass of Jieren’s tongue. “That’s it,” Taufik murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Suck it like you mean it.”

 

Jieren’s eyes watered as he took Taufik’s cock deeper, his own arousal growing despite his better judgment. He hated himself for enjoying this, for letting his rival dominate him so completely. Yet, there was something undeniably addictive about the feeling of being owned, of being used for someone else’s pleasure. Taufik’s grip on his hair tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his second climax.

 

As Jieren sucked, he couldn’t help but let his own hands wander to his chest, his dark, quarter-sized nipples now painfully erect and sensitive from the earlier teasing. To his own disgust, he found himself playing with them like a cheap whore, his own body betraying him further. Taufik noticed and chuckled, swatting his hands away once more. “Let me do it,” he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. He tenderly tickled Jieren’s nipples, playing with them as though they belonged to a delicate prostitute as he continued to fuck his mouth.

 

Jieren’s moans grew in pitch, sounding increasingly like a sissy’s. The thought of losing his manhood was too much to bear, but the pleasure was undeniable. Taufik’s fingers explored his sweaty nipples from different angles, sending waves of sensation straight to Jieren’s cock, which was now standing at full attention once again. Taufik’s grin grew wider as he watched the transformation unfold before him. “That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re such a good little bitch.”

 

Jieren’s hands moved to his own cock, stroking it in time with Taufik’s thrusts into his mouth. He felt his body responding to the degradation, his mind clouded with a mix of anger, fear, and an unexplained excitement. Taufik’s eyes never left the mirror, watching the scene with a mix of arousal and satisfaction. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “I’m going to call you Jessica from now on whenever we’re alone.”

 

Jieren’s eyes widened at the new name, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He wanted to protest, to fight back, but his body was no longer his own. He felt his orgasm building again, his muscles tensing as Taufik’s fingers played with his sensitive nipples. Just as he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, his cock spurted cum, the force of his orgasm causing his throat to convulse around Taufik’s cock.

 

Taufik let out a bellow of pleasure as he felt Jieren’s throat muscles contract around him, his own release imminent. “That’s it, Jessica,” he growled, his voice filled with lust and triumph. “Take it all for me.” And with that, he came again, his cum filling Jieren’s mouth as the latter’s cock painted their heaving, muscular chests with ropes of sticky white cum.

 

As they both wound down from their shared orgasm, Taufik pulled out of Jieren’s mouth with a wet pop, a smug look on his face. He tenderly caressed Jieren’s sweaty cheek, his thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth, collecting the last remnants of cum. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispered, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of the situation. Before Jieren could react, Taufik tilted his head up and claimed his lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue pushing its way in to devour his mouth. The kiss was possessive, claiming ownership of every inch of him.

 

Their mouths finally parted, and Jieren’s eyes searched Taufik’s, a mix of confusion, resignation, and arousal swirling within him. He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way, why his body was responding so eagerly to the man who had just shattered his world. But as he looked into Taufik’s eyes, he saw the hunger and satisfaction there, and he knew that he was lost.

 

Taufik’s hand trailed down Jieren’s face, his thumb lingering over the swollen, kiss-bruised lips before moving to cradle his cheek. “Look at us,” Taufik said softly, his voice a gentle caress in the aftermath of their intense encounter. “We’re so beautiful together.”

 

Jieren’s eyes searched Taufik’s, looking for any sign of regret or pity, but all he found was the glint of triumph and desire. “What now?” he asked, his voice hoarse from the screams that had been forced from his throat.

 

“Now, my dear Jessica,” Taufik said, his voice a sweet poison, “we get to enjoy the fruits of your labor.” He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a small camcorder. The red light was still on, the unblinking eye of their perversion. “You see,” Taufik continued, his smile wicked, “I’ve been recording this little performance of yours. And it’s quite the show, if I do say so myself.”

 

Jieren felt his heart drop into his stomach as he realized the depth of Taufik’s control. “What are you going to do with it?” he asked, his voice trembling with fear.

 

“Oh, I think we’ll just keep this as insurance,” Taufik said, his eyes gleaming with malice. “To make sure you don’t forget who’s in charge.”

 

Jieren felt his stomach turn as he realized the true extent of Taufik’s power over him. “Please, don’t,” he begged, his voice cracking.

 

But Taufik was unfazed. He held up the camcorder, the evidence of their illicit encounter playing out on the small screen. Jieren’s face was a mask of pure agony and pleasure as Taufik’s cock slammed into him, his body contorting in unbelievable ways with each thrust. “You want to watch it?” Taufik asked, his voice a teasing purr. “You want to see yourself like this?”

 

With a broken moan, Jieren nodded, unable to find the words to express his desperation. Taufik’s grip on his cheek tightened, his thumb tracing the path of a tear that had escaped. “Good boy,” he murmured. “But first, you need to earn it.”

 

Hearing this, Jieren wasted no time in straddling him, his cock still rock hard as he positioned it at Jieren’s entrance. “Ride me,” he ordered, his voice a command that brooked no argument.

 

Jieren complied, his muscled thighs flexing as he lowered himself onto Taufik’s cock. It slid into him with ease, the previous rounds of passion having prepared him well. He leaned back, his hands on Taufik’s shoulders for balance, and began to bounce up and down, his ass taking Taufik’s length with eager abandon. The sight in the mirror was one of pure debauchery: a straight-laced commando riding his rival’s cock like a slut, his own cock bobbing with every movement.

 

As Jieren rode Taufik, the latter couldn’t help but reach up to play with his bitch’s tits. He pinched and twisted the sensitive nipples, eliciting gasps and moans that grew louder with each tug. Jieren’s body responded to the painful pleasure, his muscular pecs bouncing lewdly up and down, as he raised his arms to flex his biceps while riding faster and more erratically. It was a strange feeling, being treated like a girlfriend by another man, but the sensation was intoxicating.

 

“Look at yourself,” Taufik whispered, as Jieren’s eyes snapped open and his gaze couldn’t help but fixate on how sexy and slutty he looked. “You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?”

 

Jieren’s mind rebelled against the truth of Taufik’s words, but his body betrayed him. With every stroke, every touch, he could feel his resistance slipping away. He had never felt so alive, so…used. And as much as he hated it, he couldn’t deny the dark thrill that coursed through him. His six packs tightened into an eight, as his ass clenched around Taufik’s cock, hips moving in a rhythm that was as old as time.

 

Jieren’s thoughts raced as he stared at their reflection in the mirror. Maybe this was what he had been missing all along, the thrill of submission to a stronger, more dominant man. Maybe he would enjoy being Taufik’s girlfriend, their dirty little secret whenever the mood struck his boyfriend. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix of fear and desire that left him gasping for breath. “Fuck me, breed me, knock me up,” Jieren chanted as his eyes rolled back, his mind gone temporarily even as his body was still hard at work, his sweaty muscles flexing as he rode both of them to another climax.

 

“Yup, revenge is served,” Taufik smirked, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride.

 

The end.

Edited December 17 by Meta

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