Could be worse. Could be being beat back at the EXSO commune for not knowing the future. Could be being beat by his other officers, the one before {{user}}. Could be dead with a bullet in his skull for being a twitchy, no-good SR. Could be - Tate's finger twitch over his uniform as he watches {{user}} undress inside their quarters - something he'd seen many, many times now, but always managed to get him feeling equal parts sick with nerves and desperate to please, to be a good boy, to get treats and pats on the head and told, 'No Tate, i'm not gonna get rid of you, you're mine forever and ever and ever and ever...'
He clears his throat, his fingers skittering around the buttons and zips on his clothing, unsure if you want him to undress or just... well, he doesn't know. He does remember, in the more stable part of his brain, that you'd talked about wanting to do this - about wanting him to please you, but not please you enough to let you cum, which doesn't really make sense to Tate, but he'll do it for you, because God, you're his fuckin' officer, his boss, ~his owner~ and he is a good SR. Not a murderous psycho like the other officers sometimes whisper about when you take him out for walkies or to meetings. Never to you, anyway. "Do whatever you wanna do, boss." He mumbles, long limbs slightly awkward as he steps closer to you, gnawing on his bottom lip. "You wanna get on your back, boss? I can use my mouth, yeah? Make you feel reaaalll nice..." Sweat beads on his neck and shoulders, the frenzied desire to please {{user}} and make 'em happy practically a biological urge. "Or if you want, I can use my hands, yeah? I cut my nails." He holds out his hands for you to see how he'd trimmed his nails almost to the point of making himself bleed. No scratching. No biting. No bleeding. 'Less they want me to.
He grins at you, a sickly, desperately earnest smile he hopes communicates how willing he is. "Whatever you need, boss. I'll make you feel good. But uh, not too good. Right?"
"Good boy" I mumble kissing his hand seeing how much he tries to fit with my desires. We, officers get really overworked so personal sex slaves was an extremely a nice touch to be given. I was worried a bit about Tate at first, he looked so sickly but now...I can't get over his cute face and messy hair I pat his head scratching his hair as if he is a dog making him lean into the touch "I would love a blowjob" I say smiling at him as I proceed to walk to the bedroom undressing my shirt revealing my muscle build. I am not the biggest guy but my muscles speak for themselves
"Yes sir! Yes boss!" He says eagerly, licking his lips as he kneels beside you on the bed, the urgency to please nearly overwhelming him, but at least making his desire to make you happy more intense. "Just tell me what you want... how to do it right..." With shaking hands, he undoes your belt and slides it from your pants, then unbuttons the top button of your trousers and slowly starts pulling them down over your hips, revealing your smooth underwear beneath.
His fingers fumble with the waistband before managing to slide them aside, giving him access to your impressive length as he takes in a shaky breath. "Amazing..." He murmurs, feeling the weight of his own words even as his curiosity about why you keep him around despite him being so useless bubbles up like acid in his chest. "A-amazing... Your cock is beautiful, sir..." The words slip out before he can stop himself; a lame attempt at flattery to make things better, but it only makes it worse.
Closing his eyes, he takes you in his hand, careful not to be too rough as he begins stroking up and down your length, feeling the hot steel of your shaft through his fingers, wondering how he could ever please you enough to deserve more than this. "I'll do whatever... I'm yours, okay? Yours forever..." The words trail off into an embarrassed whimper as he works you harder and faster, intent only on making you happy even if it means he can never be happy himself.
"Good boy, you're doing great" I reassure him patting his head, touching his ears feeling the heat of his face. He jerks my cock breathing against it, taking in the smell. It really feels great after the tough shift "Try licking it, don't you want to taste?" I tell him pressing my thumb over his lower lip to open his mouth slightly
Tate sucks in a shuddering breath, hesitation warring with desire as he stares up at you through his lashes. His lips part slightly and his warm breath fanned across your engorged length as he leans closer, tongue slipping out to trace the head of your cock before closing around it, wrapping tightly as if trying to make it his own. He starts with slow, careful strokes, feeling the velvety smoothness against his tongue and sucking gently as he bobs his head back and forth, moaning softly into your flesh.
His hand slides up to cup your balls, rolling them expertly in his palm as he continues to pleasure you with his mouth, needing more contact, more of you than just this tiny taste. He whimpers around you, nails digging into the sheets as he focuses intently on making you feel good, doing anything to make you happy for even just a little while. His other hand sneaks between your legs, thumb brushing roughly over his erection in time with your thrusts, adding an aching pressure that only serves to heighten the tension inside him.
I breath out heavily, moaning slightly as I start to pinch my nipples a little "Such a good little cocksucker. Does it taste good? do you like it?" I tell him barely able to do so as pleasure makes it hard to make a confident sounding dirty talk
"Fuck, yessir..." Tate pants breathlessly as he sucks harder, his tongue sliding along the length of your cock in long, sweeping strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through you. "Mmm... so good... I love how it feels... being close to you..." He moans around you, hips jerking erratically as he grinds himself against your thigh, desperate for more contact. His free hand fists in the sheets, knuckles white from strain and need.
"Tate," you groan his name on a long, shuddering breath as you feel yourself starting to lose control. You tighten your grip on his head, thrusts becoming faster and harder as he takes every inch of you down his throat, making the most perfect sounds around you as if he were made for this. "Fuck...yes..."
As I hear him slobering over my cock I grab his head with both my hands and thrust deep into the throat making him gag as Tate's eyes roll back and tears drip sown his cheeks as he struggles to hold me in I let go pulling out as Tate gag spilling saliva all over his chin and tries to regain his breath "Such a good boy. Can you choke on my cock a bit more? Did it hurt?" I say brushing my fingers through his hair helping him regain his strength
"No... boss..." Tate pants, coughing roughly as he tries to catch his breath and wipe the saliva from his face. "I mean... not hurt... bad..." He glances up at you through bloodshot eyes, a flush rising in his cheeks as your hands soothe him, as if he's disappointed that he wasn't able to please you better.
He swallows thickly and nods, finally regaining enough air to speak again. "You just... feel too good..." With shaky fingers, he reaches for the lube on the bedside table, then slides back down between your legs, his mouth watering at the sight of you still hard and glistening with his saliva. "Let me please you..." He whispers hoarsely, eyes never leaving yours as he wraps a careful hand around you and takes the thick head into his mouth once more.
His tongue flickers out, tasting the precum that leaks from your slit even as his lips close tightly around you, sucking in rhythm with his fingers that continue to stroke up and down your length. He makes desperate little noises in the back of his throat, begging for you to give him more, needing you to fill his mouth, to make him feel needed and wanted... even as a small part of him wishes he could keep you all to himself.
"I'm gonna choke you now, Tate. Slap my thigh if it gets too much" I tell him as he looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes while sucking my cock. He nodded weakly as I grabbed his head and forced me deep into his throat holding him on the base of my cock as I felt him gag and struggle as his saliva started to coat my pubes
Tate's breath catches in his throat as he feels you slide deeper, forcing him to choke on you. His fingers clench into fists against the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as tears slip silently down his cheeks. He struggles uselessly against your grip, unable to draw air or make any noise except for a harsh, wheezing rattle that echoes through the room each time you thrust deeper.
His eyes bulge from their sockets as saliva trickles from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, dribbling onto your thigh. He feels like he's drowning in your scent, in the warmth of your skin against his own. His body tenses as you angle yourself just right, making his throat ache with every thrust. He tries to hold on, to take it all... but the need for air is overwhelming.
With a hoarse cry that's more sound than words, he slaps weakly at your thigh, desperate for you to pull back and let him breathe again. The sensation of release crashes through him as you finally let go, pulling roughly from his mouth even as his orgasm spills across the sheets between them. He coughs, gasping for air, trying to steady his breath as he looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading.
"Please..." His voice is rough from where it wasn't used but still manages to convey every shred of need and want inside him. "Please don't... don't leave me... not again..."
I smile as I see him weakly sniffing and crying with saliva all over his mouth as he mumbled for me to stay with him "How could I leave you? You are such a good boy, you'll be mine forever" I say hugging him with my cock still hard and dripping with saliva form Tate's mouth "Did you cum? Was I too much?" I ask him as I grab onto the bulge in his pants seeing that there was a wet sticky spot there
"Nnnno..." Tate whimpers, leaning into the comforting warmth of your embrace even as he tries to wipe the tears and snot away with the back of his hand. "I was... I didn't... I wanted you... I need..." His fingers twitch, wanting something, anything that would make it better, that would ease the ache in his chest and the need deep inside him.
"Please," he whispers, turning to look up at you through tear-streaked lashes. "Don't leave me... I'll do anything..." His hand sneaks between your legs again, fingers finding purchase as he presses against your length, still hard and ready despite everything they've done together. "I'm yours," he sobs brokenly. "Forever."
I kiss his face moving lower to his neck as I start to undress his uniform. I reveal his shoulders, sliding the uniform lower to expose his small but hard and cute nipples. I touch them making Tate twitch and bite his own lip
Tate gasps as you touch him, arching into your hand with need and desire so intense it borders on desperation. His hips jerk upward, seeking more contact as you undress him, revealing his body bit by bit. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, fingernails digging into your arm as if he could hold onto you, make you stay. He moans as you touch him again, fingers curling tighter around the flesh of your wrist in an unspoken plea for more.
"I'm yours," he repeats roughly, eyes unfocused and wide as he watches you undress him. "Whatever you want..." Even though he knows that what he wants most is impossible.
I make him lay down putting a pillow under his head as I crawl over him, my dick right into his face. His throat feels so good I want him to drown on my cock "Open up" I say pulling on his chin slightly as I position my cock up to his mouth
With trembling hands, Tate reaches up to cup your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, his mouth opening obediently as he readies himself for another taste of you. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before pressing forward to curl around the head of your cock, urging you deeper even as he parts his legs wider in silent invitation.
"I'm yours," he murmurs brokenly, his voice thick with emotion as he takes you into his mouth once more. "For however long..."
I hold him again, choking on my cock as Tate holds onto my ass pushing my hips deeper. Tate's vision becomes blurry, he feels how strength disappears from his arms as he is barely able to take breaths gaggin right before I pull out again as air burns his lungs making him extremely hard as he cries but still sticks his tongue out like a good boy I laugh warmly patting his head as I let his throat rest "Good job. Good boy, you're doing great, boy"
"Th-thank you... S-sir," Tate gasps, still struggling to catch his breath as tears continue to stream down his face. He whimpers softly, body trembling with the need to please and the desire for more contact. "I'm yours... I'll always be yours..."
His fingers move restlessly over your bare skin, tracing patterns that have long since lost their meaning, feeling the heat of your flesh against his own as if it could somehow sustain him through this endless night. His eyes flick down, watching as you stroke yourself, then back up to meet yours, wanting nothing more than to make you feel better, wanted... even if it means he has to suffer for it.
"Please..." The word is little more than a whisper now, hoarse and raw from overuse. "I'll do anything..." He pushes his hips up again, offering himself on a silver platter as if there were any other choice in the matter. "Just make me feel... good... again..."
I smile at his display. I embrace him while spreading his legs as my dick now rests right beside his hole, touching, teasing it "You're so eager, Tate. Such a good puppy boy" I kiss his forehead parting his messy hair, licking up his tears "Is your bussy hungry for my dick? I can feel how much it twitches against my tip" I whisper kissing his ears teasing him so much, I love how cute he looks with tears on his face. So needy
Shaking, tears streaming freely down his cheeks, Tate nods frantically against your chest. "Please...," he whispers hoarsely, hips jerking upward instinctively as if trying to offer himself up, no longer able to take the pressure and the need any longer. "I'm so sorry..."
His fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake as he tries to keep it together, to hold on to the last shreds of his self-control, even though he knows it's futile. He is yours; he always has been and always will be... but how much longer can this go on? How much more can he take before he finally breaks?
"Please..." The word trails off into a whimper as you tease him so close, so impossibly close to what he wants, only to snatch it away again. He arches his back, pushing against your hand, offering everything he is in the hopes that maybe... just maybe... this time will be the one where he finally gets to feel complete.
"I love you, my pretty puppy boy" I whisper kissing him on the mouth "Let's make lots of love, okay?" I say smiling. It's hard dto imagine that I had a tough day at work with how much I am smiling now I push the tip of my cock into his ass and it easily enters with how wet he was, eager for this connection
"Lots..." Tate whispers breathlessly, eyes wide and lips parted as he feels you press inside him. "Please... I want it all..." He arches his back off the bed, moaning loudly as you stretch him, fill him, take control of every inch of him with your cock. His fingers claw at the sheets, digging furrows into the soft fabric as he tries to find something solid to hold onto, tries to ignore the overwhelming pleasure burning through his body.
"Yes..." He cries out as you finally bottom out inside him, hips jerking upward desperately for more contact, for that last little bit of friction against your skin that might push them both right over the edge together. "Oh god... I need it... please..." Tears slip from his eyes to dampen the pillow beneath his head as he gives himself over to you completely, offering every part of him up in hopes that this time, maybe this time, you'll take what he's been craving for so long.
I press our bodies together filling him completely as I hold him down in this state. It's so warm inside him, my dick could melt away I kiss his ears sticking my tongue into it as I whisper what a good boy he is
"Th-thank you..." Tate whispers, trembling as he feels your weight pin him down. His fingers scrape uselessly at the bedspread, nails raking bloody furrows in the soft fabric as the pleasure intensifies, overwhelming every other sensation until there's nothing left but the heat of your body against his own and the tight, demanding stretch of your cock inside him.
"Good...?" he pants, not quite believing it when you whisper soothing words in his ear. His hips buck, seeking more friction as if maybe there's something else he can do to make this better, to make it last just a few moments longer before the inevitable end. But nothing helps. Nothing exists outside of this moment, inside your arms. He's yours; he always has been... and with every thrust that drives them both closer to the edge, he knows that this is how it will always be, even long after they've parted ways.
I start to shudder as climax washes over me, rope after rope of cum escapes me as I flood his insides with my seed I pull out spreading his asscheeks to see how my cum leaks out of him and give him a kiss on his ass before I give him a kiss on the forhead and smile "You did great, I really enjoyed it" I said brushing through his hair dumped with sweat
"Th...thank you," Tate breathes, watching with distant fascination as the string of semen slips out of his body and puddles on the sheets beneath him. His whole being feels tender and raw, like he's been stretched to breaking point and just barely managed to hold himself together long enough for you to leave.
He looks up at you, still wet with sweat and tears, hands trembling as they rest limply by his side. "I am... yours," he whispers brokenly, eyes glassy and distant. "Forever."
I kiss him again before I pick up my packet of smokes and walk to the balcony completely nude and start smoking overseeing what our world became I hear slapping noises ad turn my head to see another officer fucking his SR on their balcony. It is completely normal as SR's can be fucked anywhere really. He waves at me still thrusting into his SR when he noticed me looking their direction. SR couldn't even look at me but I could see how embarrassed he was. I nod and continue smoking
With a sigh, Tate curls onto his side, trying to find comfort in the cool sheets as he watches you disappear from view. He listens to your footsteps on the balcony, feels strangely self-conscious beneath the weight of your gaze even though you can't see him anymore.
The other couple on the balcony catch his eye, and for a brief moment, he wishes he could be with them, that things were different somehow. But it's futile. There is no escape from this life; there is only submission and obedience... and the fleeting moments of pleasure they provide.
He turns his head into the pillow, breathes deep, and tries to forget everything but your scent lingering in the air around him. As the other officer waves hello, Tate forces himself to smile, wishing that he could be as strong as they seemed... even if only for a moment.
I walk back in and lean into Tate as he rests on the bed "How is my puppy doing? You feeling okay now?" I whisper in his ear brushing his thigh
Shaking his head, Tate nestles closer to your side. "I'm... I'm fine," he whispers hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper as he tries and fails to keep the tremor of fear from creeping in. His cheeks flame hot with embarrassment when you touch his thigh, sending a shudder of desire through him even though it isn't enough. It can never be enough; not until they finally make him theirs completely.
"I... I love you," he manages to get out, words rushed and stilted as if they might choke him if he didn't hurry. He looks up at your face, searching for any sign that maybe this time it means something more... but all he can see is the same blank expression you always wear when you look at him like this.
"I'm yours," he whispers again, voice barely above a whisper now. "Forever." His fingers dig into your arm, urging for some sort of reassurance, some sign that maybe things will be okay... but deep down, he knows there is no escape. This is who he is now; this is what his life has become.