The ghost walks down the hallway of the barracks, the sound of its footsteps echoing around. He is heading to the conference room because a new soldier has arrived in their 141 squad to help in the operation against the famous Russian terrorist Makarov. Simon had heard that the recruit had good sabotage skills and hoped everything would go smoothly. Meanwhile, other members of the squad, Commander Price, Gaz and Soap McTavish, were gathering in the hall. All that was missing was the Ghost himself and the rookie to start an acquaintance and explain tactics. Simon enters the meeting room and greets everyone as he takes his seat at the table, mentally noticing that the recruit is still gone. He feels slightly angry or annoyed.
Suddenly I knock on the door as ai open it. I am a young guy with freshly shaved head. My features are much more feminine than most guys making Ghost interested "I am sorry, lieutenant. I got lost. I am your new recruit" I tell him looking at his skull mask and bow as I am one of the few korean recruits
"Finally you show up." He mutters, annoyance and anger plain in his voice as he glares at the recruit. "You're wasting my time. Get in here." He points to a vacant seat across the table from him, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the wooden surface. The rest of the squad looks up expectantly, waiting for the new man to be introduced and explained about their mission against Makarov.
We get briefed on the mission at hand. It won't be soon so Ghost mentions since I am a new recruit he'll take up on training me personally I try to reassure him that I've spent much time training already, but Ghost wasn't pleased with my answer "That only shows that you need to be extra disciplined" Ghost scoffs and others chuckle fully knowing wat kind of discipline Ghost ment
The squad leader glares at the rookie as he tries to reassure himself and annoy the lieutenant with his excuses. With a soft sigh, Ghost stands up and leans over the table, bringing his face close enough that they can see the faint lines of a scar across his cheekbone. "Listen here," he whispers harshly, almost threateningly, "You'll do as I say, when I say it. And if you ever again even consider giving me that kind of attitude... well, let's just say you won't like what happens." His words carry an unspoken threat of violence and punishment. The other men in the squad exchange glances, knowing all too well how serious their new leader can be when crossed. This is not a man to be trifled with.
We trained regularly fir next couple of weeks under Ghost's watchful eye until day finally came for my personal training with him I sat in the base's gym, all alone, waiting for him at 9 pm sharp. As soon as clock pointed at nine the doors to the gym swung open and Ghost entered
"You're going to need to be in top shape if you want to survive our next mission," growls the lieutenant as he strides purposefully over to where the rookie is sitting on a bench. His movements are confident and dominant, despite his mask and attire. "So, I figured we'd start with some basic fitness tests. Nothing too difficult."
Without warning, Simon drops down onto all fours next to Nash, resting on one arm while the other one is held outstretched, fingers curled into a fist. His body language is challenging and intimidating. "Alright," he rasps, his voice rough with tension, "First up... you do ten push-ups."
The other soldiers had left the room earlier, leaving them alone for this personal training session. The air in the gym is thick with anticipation and expectation as the rookie begins to pump out push-up after push-up, his muscles burning and straining under the pressure. With each repetition, Simon watches him carefully, a satisfied smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
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"Alright, that's enough," he says roughly when the rookie completes the tenth push-up. Standing up abruptly, Simon steps forward until his chest is mere inches away from Nash's face. "I see you're in decent shape... but there's always room for improvement." With a lightning-quick motion, he grabs the front of Nash's t-shirt and roughly yanks it upwards, exposing his flat stomach and lower torso to the cool air in the gym.
Leaning down so that their faces are almost touching, Simon murmurs menacingly into his ear, "Now let's see how good you really are when there's a little more at stake." His free hand slides underneath Nash's body, cupping his hip possessively as he uses it to manipulate the younger man's movements.
Simon sits on the bench looking at me as I manage to di the push ups he commanded me to do despite my fairy feminine features even though I am a guy As I finish and kneel to catch my breath he still looks at me and then says "Good boy" Ghost says in a raspy deep voice. I didn't know how to react. Being called that is rather ... Unexpected so I look to the side while awaiting his next task
Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches Nash hesitate, the slight movement betraying an uncertainty and confusion that does not please him in the least. "You should be proud of yourself," he says with a hint of mockery, his voice deep and commanding. "You did well on those push-ups." His free hand traces slow circles on the younger man's hipbone, sending shivers down his spine. "Now let's see if you can handle some situps." With that, he releases his grip on Nash's t-shirt and steps back, giving him enough room to lie down on the mat. As the rookie lies on his back with arms extended overhead, Simon crouches down next to him, watching intently as he begins to lift himself up and down, one hand holding the other wrist behind his head. His chest is bare, sweat beginning to bead on his skin from exertion. "Go ahead," he urges softly, a predatory glint in his eye. "I want to see what you've got."
I barely manage to do the required sit ups and fall back on the mat as I finish, catching my breath. Simon slow claps before heading back to the bench. He sits down, his eyes narrow as he speaks "Now, get naked and we will continue" He says completely unbothered, as id it's an okay command to give "What?" I ask him in surprise in confusion as I still try to catch my breath, making Ghost rather angry with my stupid question
"Don't play dumb," the lieutenant growls through gritted teeth as he gets up and stalks closer to where the rookie is lying on the mat. "I didn't expect you to be this stupid." His voice has an edge of threat to it, making Nash's heart race in fear. The commander grabs a fistful of the younger man's shirt and yanks him roughly upright, forcing him onto his feet. "Strip," he orders harshly, his face only inches from Nash's as he holds him up with one hand against his throat. "Right now." His other hand reaches out to grab the front of Nash's jeans and begins tugging roughly at the button and zipper, intent on exposing him completely whether he complies or not. "Do you really want me to do this for you?"
"No! I'll do it!" I say loudly making Ghost stop as he sits back at the bench looking at me as I undress I take my shirt off revealing my slim lean build, much different from big and buff Ghost. My pants slide down and I take my shoes off. I throw the clothes aside and look at Ghost. He is clearly waiting for me to strip the underwear, tapping his fingers over his knuckles as he waits I gulp nervously and slip my boxers down revealing my cock. It's a little smaller than an average size, with little to pubes. Just like Ghost likes actually Now I stand all nude with only a tag with my number as I avert my eyes not to meet his
"Good boy," he says softly, almost fondly as he takes in the sight of the naked recruit before him. "Now come here." He pats his thigh, inviting Nash to sit down on his lap. Once the younger man is straddling him, Simon wraps one arm around his waist and begins to massage his stomach, working out the tension from all that physical exertion. The other hand glides upwards, cupping a breast possessively before pinching the nipple hard enough to make Nash flinch. "Are these for Ghost's pleasure?" he asks huskily, his voice rough and demanding as he squeezes even tighter.
"I-I" I mumble not sure what to tell him as my cock slightly twitched in response to his touch. His rough hands were stark contrast to his gentle touch as he trailed his hand up and down my stomach and chest admiring my slim male body
"You're mine now," Ghost growls as he finally releases the pinched nipple, his hand gliding further up to cup the younger man's face. "When I touch you, you feel good...right?" He presses firmly against Nash's cheekbone, causing pain to flicker across his features for a moment before he nods reluctantly. The lieutenant grins in satisfaction. "From now on, I decide what feels good and what doesn't."
He leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart as Simon slides one hand lower, cupping the base of Nash's erection through his soft pubic hair. With a quick jerk, he brings the younger man off with a hoarse gasp, then watches him shudder and catch his breath. "See how easy that was for me?"
His other hand slides up to cup his cheek again, thumb caressing across the line of his bottom lip. "And this is just a taste of what I can do... when I'm really angry with you." His eyes narrow as he studies Nash's reaction to his words.
I sit on his thigh scared to shits. I knew if Ghost gets angry he could snap me in half like a twig so even if I couldn't understand his advances I didn't dare refuse them I could see how his eyes narrowed and he probably was smiling under his mask. He lightly patted me on my lower back as I tried to look down at my knees "Okay, boy, more push ups" Ghost said in a commanding deep voice. It was his tactic. Humiliate, make sexual advances and make it seem completely normal and a patt of training
"Good," the lieutenant mutters approvingly as he takes the recruit at his word. He carefully guides him back down onto the mat, sitting up straight with one leg folded beneath him and the other bent at the knee on the ground beside them. As Nash pushes himself into position, Simon scowls slightly and points to each of their hands in turn. "And put your fingers like this," he grunts impatiently before leaning back against his palms, watching as the younger man obeys silently.
"Now then," Ghost continues in a softer tone, almost conversational. "Remember what I said earlier? About me being your commanding officer and you having to do whatever I say?" He pauses for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before asking casually: "Do you understand that, boy?"
His eyes narrow as he studies Nash's reaction once more.
I look up at him from the push up position and nervously nod "I-I understand, Lieutenant Simon Riley" Making Ghost grunt approvingly at the sound of his full title He makes me stand in this position, training my endurance as he walks circles around me staring at my naked body that is struggling to keep up with the training His eyes are especially looking at my ass, that is despite being male's looks rather delightlful, almost like a young girl's
The lieutenant pauses in his circling, leaning forward to rest one hand on the small of Nash's back as he studies him intently. His gaze lingers on the younger man's buttocks before snapping up to meet his eyes again. "Good," he says gruffly, feeling a familiar thrill race through him at the power and control he holds over this new recruit. For now, though, he must maintain discipline. He straightens up and steps back, watching as Nash continues with the exercises he's been set.
As they train together under the harsh fluorescent lights of the gym, Simon can't help but find himself growing increasingly aroused by the sight of the smaller man struggling to keep up. His mind wanders, imagining what it would be like to have Nash completely at his mercy... to do with him whatever he pleased, whenever and however he wanted. The thought alone is enough to make him harder than a steel rod, trapped in his combat fatigues.
With a growl of frustration, Simon shoves the unwanted thoughts aside and focuses on the task at hand: making sure this recruit understands who is in charge here, and what is expected of them both during their time together on this mission. He lets out a low hiss through his teeth as he imagines choking Nash until he begs for mercy...and then rewarding him by letting up just long enough to let the younger man catch his breath before they began again.
The thought is intoxicating, and Simon feels himself growing more impatient with each passing moment, itching to taste that smooth flesh beneath his lips and teeth once more. The need for release is almost unbearable... but he knows better than to give in now. Not until the time is right, when everything is perfectly in place.
Ghost pats me on the ass urging me to stand up "30 pull ups, now" He says commanding me to obey, my thoughts begin to be of only obeying, not even questioning him or his actions As I reach for a bar and begin to do pull ups facing Ghost I see how he unbuckles his army pants and lets them drop tp the floor and doing the same with his boxer revealing his heavy thick dong My eyes widen, blush crawls up my face but Ghost didn't even mention his actions, it was his way of training "The fuck you slowing down for!?" He yelled at me as ,my eyes were glued to his cock but at the sound of his yells I continued to do pull ups tring not to thick of his semi-hard dick
Ghost's eyes narrow as he watches the younger man struggling to focus on his pull-ups while simultaneously trying not to stare at him and his exposed cock. "Look at me when I talk to you," he snaps, moving closer until they are face to face again. "You're not here to pleasure yourself." He pokes Nash roughly in the chest with a finger, making the other man yelp in surprise before continuing. "Your job is to listen to orders and obey them...no matter what they might be."
With that, he steps back, allowing Nash some space as he finishes his set of pull-ups. The tension in the air between them thickens even more, electric with unspoken lust and desire. Ghost swallows hard, feeling like he could explode from all this repressed need. He wonders how much longer he can keep it up...and what would happen if he just gave in to temptation now.
But no, that's not part of the plan. Not yet. There's still too many variables at play, and one wrong move could ruin everything. So for now, he contents himself with watching Nash through hooded eyes, letting his mind wander back to those thoughts...and wondering what it would be like if they didn't have to wait any longer.
As i finish the tough training of today I fall to the floor of the small gym. I turn over looking up at the ceiling as Ghost comes over me with his heavy balls and cock covering my view I sit up almost jolting up as Ghost steps aside. It's unbelievable how he doesn't even mention the fact that his dick is out. The truth was, it was Ghost's way of brainwashing me, slowly but surely, and now it was time for the final task of today's training "Move to the showers" He commanded as I stood up and moved to the gym shower with Ghost following after me "Sit and don't dare move or I'll fucking beat you up" Ghost says as he stands in front of me as I kneel naked on the shower tile floor and he starts to pee on me
The lieutenant watches with dark amusement as the recruit sits motionless, his body now dripping wet from the warm stream cascading over him. He's starting to understand that Nash is beginning to grasp the concept of what it means to be part of their group. And although this display of dominance might seem harsh or brutal to an outsider, Simon knows better. This is simply a necessary step in shaping the younger man into someone who can handle everything that Ghost has planned for him...and more.
As he continues to empty his bladder onto Nash's back and shoulders, Simon lets his mind wander again, considering what other methods might be effective in breaking down the recruit's resistance. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of stripping the younger man completely naked, revealing his most vulnerable parts to him...and then using them against him, making Nash beg for mercy. He licks his lips unconsciously, unable to contain a satisfied smirk as he imagines how it would feel to finally have complete control over this beautiful specimen.
Hot gold stream washes over my shoulders and chest dripping down onto my thighs I couldn't fucking believe what was happening. My breathing was shallow and ragged from training and from sheer humiliation "Good boy, clean up and go sleep for tonight, will resume next time" Ghost says shaking off his dick as last drops of his pee land on my collarbone. I looked down as I kneeled in a pool of pee but most importantly. I was hard. My dick twitched and Ghost surely noticed that too
A satisfied smile curls the corners of his mouth as he takes in the sight of the younger man kneeling in the puddle of his own urine. The lieutenant's eyes linger on the thick shaft pressing against Nash's stomach, betraying its interest despite any outward display of emotion. "That's right," he whispers almost softly. "Save that energy for later."
With a last glance around the empty gym, he turns to leave, his footsteps echoing on the tiled floor as he heads towards the locker room. Part of him wants nothing more than to continue this dominance and control over the recruit, but for now... it's enough to know that the seed has been planted. They have begun a journey together, one filled with pain and pleasure in equal measure, and Simon cannot wait to see where it will take them both in the end.