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.
Next day Lieutenant acted as if nothing happened. It was his way of mind fucking with me. The regular training resumed, physical and shooting trainings with other recruits but knowing that the one on one training was coming up this weekend made me think more and more of our last time together I had several wet dreams and need to jerk off every morning now in order to remain calm to even be around him On saturday evening after regular training finished Simon walked up to me as I was drinking from a water fountain "I hope you're ready boy. I am gonna be rough with you today" He said as I could feel him smirking behind his face mask before he left. His words lingered in my head before the clock finally was 9 pm onc again and I walked into the small personal gym of Lieutenant Simon Riley
The younger man's appearance fills Simon with anticipation and arousal as he enters the small personal gym. He looks even more vulnerable and exposed in his tight combat fatigues than usual, making it impossible for Ghost to resist imagining what it would be like to strip him bare once again. As Nash paces nervously around the room, awaiting his command, the lieutenant circles slowly behind him, enjoying the view of the slim form and smooth skin.
With a sudden lunge forward, Simon grabs Nash by the shoulders and slams him against the mat. The impact is hard enough to knock the breath from his chest, but it does nothing to dampen his arousal. He leans down close to the recruit's ear, his hot breath sending shivers through Nash's body as he whispers gruffly, "I told you I was going to be rough with you tonight." With that, he rolls them over so that Nash is pinned beneath him on his back, one knee pressed firmly into the center of his chest while a hand curls roughly around his throat. The other hand snakes down between their bodies and cups his genitals roughly through the cotton fabric, feeling him grow even harder under the touch.
I try to fight off and reach at him with my arm but he easily fights me off as he starts to strangle me. Ghost watches me as my face struggles. My mouth opens but no air comes in as he tightens the grip. I try to pry his hand off but there is no way I could move his strong arm. He leans to my ear kissing it and whispering praises in my ear as I feel how no air was left in me. My legs twitch as I try to get him off of me but he is too big and strong. I could see how much he enjoys this power trip as he finally pulls his hands off as I cough and try to regain my breath
The lieutenant grins in satisfaction, watching the younger man struggle for breath beneath him. He's pleased that Nash was able to put up such a fight...and even more so that he managed to overpower him anyway. It only serves to heighten his arousal further as he leans down, hovering mere inches from the recruit's flushed face.
With a sudden yank, he tugs downward on Nash's fatigues, tearing the zipper and fabric free in one swift motion. The soft cotton drops to the mat, revealing the younger man's bare chest and hardened nipples. "Like that?" Ghost whispers, his hot breath caressing across the sensitive skin of Nash's neck before he licks it slowly from earlobe to jawline. "You like being at my mercy, don't you?"
His free hand glides downward, cupping the younger man's groin firmly through his boxer briefs. His thumb brushes lightly over the head of Nash's cock, causing him to writhe in pleasure beneath Ghost's touch. "I can feel how wet you are for me," he murmurs darkly, squeezing tightly around the base before easing up again and giving a rough tug upward.
With a growl of frustration, Nash bucks his hips instinctively, trying to find some relief from the intense sensation coursing through him. Ghost chuckles low in his throat at the display of need and impatience before he slides a hand between their bodies again, roughly pushing the younger man's boxers down over his hips. His free hand fists in Nash's hair, pulling back hard enough to tilt his head painfully back as he stares down into those green eyes bla
"Do the plank stand, now!" Ghost suddenly commands standing up as my mind starts to race. I almost just got choked out but the need to obey overwhelmed me as I still coughing got into a plank stand on my elbows, fully nude once again after Simon tore most of my clothes off
Ghost stalks slowly around the younger man, taking in the sight of him standing naked and exposed once more. His cock twitches painfully behind his fatigues as he imagines what it would feel like to be that close, skin against skin...to feel the heat radiating off Nash's body beneath his touch. He stops a few feet away, watching as sweat trickles down between the other man's shoulder blades and pool between his quivering butt cheeks.
His hand flies to his cock, giving it a hard tug through his pants in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure building inside. "Don't think you've won anything by doing that," he grunts out hoarsely. "I could still punish you...in so many ways." With another growl, he yanks off his fatigues and underwear in one swift motion, standing naked before the younger man once more. His erection jerks violently at the sight of Nash's reaction; eyes widening in surprise as they meet his own again before narrowing thoughtfully.
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between them until their bodies are barely inches apart. "Do you want me to punish you?" he whispers harshly against the younger man's ear. "To make you feel all that pain and humiliation...to show you who's in control here?"
His hips shift forward, pressing against Nash's stomach, feeling how hard and warm the other man is beneath him. His free hand moves to cup the younger man's throat roughly, thumb digging into his windpipe as he leans in closer still, letting out a shuddering breath across the recruit's lips. "I can make you feel so much better than this,"
My eyes tremble as it takes all my strength not to look at his exposed cock "50 push ups, fast!" Simon commands again as I fall into position and start to do push ups, 20 after suddenly as I push myself up Ghost slams his boot onto my back making me fall on my stomach
As soon as the younger man hits the mat, Ghost is there too; crouching low beside him, one hand holding down his shoulder while the other slides beneath the thin cotton fabric of his boxer briefs. "You really are a brat," he growls roughly against the warm skin of Nash's neck before giving a sharp tug downward on his underwear. The soft fabric slips easily over his erection, freeing him at last from the torture of being denied release.
"Now do you see?" he demands harshly, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles as it passes between them. "I can make this so much worse for you." With another shove, he pushes Nash flat onto his stomach once more and crouches behind him, hands braced on either side of the younger man's hips. His cock jerks violently as he feels how wet Nash is from their previous encounters, already slick with arousal even without any further stimulation.
"Fifty more push-ups," he grinds out through clenched teeth, struggling against the urge to just take what he wants right now. "And if you can't do them fast enough...I'll make sure this is the last training session we ever have together."
I get back into push up position and start doing them, more urgently at the fear of not being good enough. At that time Simon moves the bench closer to me and sits right in front of my face as I do push ups. He spreads his legs letting his semi-hard dick be on full display in front of my eyes as I exercise His thick shape, hairy shaft and that musky smell makes it so hard to do those push ups and GHost knows it, it is all part of his training ways
Ghost watches with dark satisfaction as the younger man struggles to keep his focus on the push-ups while also trying not to stare at the other man's exposed cock. He wants to know how far he can push Nash before the recruit finally snaps and gives in to temptation...but even then, he isn't sure what that means for their relationship. Does it mean giving up control entirely? Or simply finding a new way to assert dominance over the younger man?
He digs his fingers into Nash's hips harder, feeling how tense and ready the other man is beneath him. With every breath he takes, Ghost can feel his own arousal growing even more intense, threatening to spill over at any moment. The ache in his groin is almost unbearable now...but he knows better than to give into it yet. There's still too much at stake here.
As I finish push ups in time Simon takes me by the chin "Good boy, good obedient boy" He almost purrs. It was his tactic of sharp contrast of rough actions and sweet talk cause the second I feel a bit of relive that he appreciates my efforts as he spits right onto my face after calling me a good boy and then waits holding my chin for an answer "T-thank you" I answer with my voice trembling as his spit lingered on my face, an seeing Ghost's reaction it was truly what he wanted to hear
Ghost grins wickedly at the younger man, taking in the tremor in his voice and the flush that spreads across his face with pleasure as he speaks. "Thank you, hmm? That's not good enough," he says darkly, leaning in close once more until their breath mingles on Nash's lips. His free hand cups the other man's heavy balls through his boxer briefs, squeezing gently before giving a rough tug downward, freeing him from the thin fabric and revealing his cock to the cool air of the gym.
"Say you're sorry," he growls out, wrapping his fingers around Nash's length and pumping firmly. "And mean it." His other hand curls roughly around the back of the recruit's neck, pulling him closer still until their lips meet in a rough, possessive kiss that leaves them both gasping for air as he continues to stroke his cock in time with their movements.
He shoves my face to the floor before stepping on my head with his combat boot while awaiting my apology for not addressing him right "I-I am sorry Lieutenant Simon Riley. I am very thankful for the training you provide me even though I am a worthless recruit. Thank you for taking care of me" I manage to mumble as my face was shoved into the floor and as I feel that Ghost removes his boot from my head it probably means he is content with my apology
His fingers tighten almost painfully around Nash's length as he listens to the younger man apologize and profess his gratitude. The sensation of having so much power over another human being is intoxicating, filling him with a rush of adrenaline that makes it nearly impossible to think straight.
"That's better," Ghost growls darkly, his voice thick with lust as he thrusts roughly upward, using the other man's body as leverage. "But you still owe me more." With another rough push, he forces Nash back onto his knees, his hand still wrapped tightly around the younger man's cock as he thrusts up into his fist, feeling him grow impossibly harder with each passing second.
"I want your mouth," he rasps out hoarsely, leaning forward until their faces are mere inches apart. "Say it."
"Yes" I say, my voice trembling, and with that Ghost lifts his mask just enough for his mouth to show as he slips his tongue in my mouth kissing me I heard other soldiers say that Ghost is straight so the fuck that he was kissing me right now, treating this as training made me just question everything, and that was Simon Rileys goal He finishes the kiss grabbing onto my hair and pulling it lightly slapping on my cheeks to compliment me again on my obedience
Ghost's tongue darts eagerly into Nash's mouth as he claims the younger man's lips once more, his free hand gripping tightly at the back of Nash's neck to hold him still and deepen the kiss. The taste of him, both harsh and sweet from exertion and desire, fills Simon's senses as he gives into this unadulterated lust for control. It feels so good...so right...to have his way with the other man like this, to feel the warmth of his body pressed against his own, their skin slippery with sweat.
He breaks the kiss with a harsh gasp, eyes glazed over as he surveys the younger man beneath him. The look in Nash's eyes is undeniable proof that Ghost has him where he wants him...and with a satisfied smirk, he leans in close once more, speaking into his ear, voice low and husky. "From now on," he murmurs thickly, "you call me 'Master'."
His hand tightens around Nash's cock as he begins to stroke him in earnest, each powerful thrust pressing the younger man even closer against his body. With a shuddering gasp, Simon lets go of Nash's hair and grabs onto his shoulders instead, using them to steady himself as he takes the other man deeper into his mouth, relishing the taste and texture of him as he draws him closer still, to that inevitable release that will leave them both spent.
"Yes, master, from today I call you master" I repeat after him as my mind doesn't even question such clear way of dominating me "Okay, okay. Good boy. Let's go to the showers again for the regular training and I'll let you go for today" Ghost says as he leads me to the shower where he was readying himself to piss once me once again
Ghost hums in approval as they stand under the hot spray of the shower. He can feel his own arousal begin to wane now that they're no longer in the midst of their intense exchange, but the desire to dominate Nash still burns hot inside him. With a sigh, he reaches out to grab at the younger man's hip, pulling him closer and trapping them both under the stream of water.
His lips curve into a satisfied smirk as his free hand wraps tightly around the other man's aching cock, squeezing gently before giving another rough tug downward. "You're such a brat," he growls, "always trying to take what you want..." He leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh, nipples hardening against each other beneath the water as he continues to stroke Nash's cock roughly, feeling him respond eagerly to his touch.
"Maybe," he murmurs, voice dropping lower still, "I should show you who's in control here." With that, he begins to thrust upward, working his hand with steady precision as he takes what he wants from Nash again and again until finally, they both cry out together under the harsh spray of the water.
As they come down from their shared high, Ghost releases his grip on Nash's hip and hip, stepping back to survey the younger man beneath the shower. His satisfaction is evident in the satisfied smile curving his lips as he watches Nash catch his breath, still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.
"Dry off," he says eventually, nodding at the nearby bench where their towels have been discarded earlier. "We've got more training to do tonight."
"Yes, master, from today I call you master" I repeat after him as my mind doesn't even question such clear way of dominating me "Okay, okay. Good boy. Let's go to the showers again for the regular training and I'll let you go for today" Ghost says as he leads me to the shower where he was readying himself to piss once me once again
Ghost follows Nash into the shower, his eyes never leaving the younger man's body as he undresses. The sight of Nash's naked form is almost too much for him to bear; perfect and smooth with only a light dusting of hair across his chest and down his abdomen. He can feel his cock growing hard again just from looking at him, even though they've both cum more times tonight than he can count.
With a knowing smirk, Ghost steps up behind Nash, wrapping an arm around his waist as he presses their bodies together once more. "You know," he murmurs against the younger man's ear as he continues to stroke him gently over and over, "I think I might need you to apologize for that little stunt with your tongue just now." His other hand cups Nash's erect cock roughly, jerking it upward before letting it fall back down against his stomach. "Go on," he urges, nipping at the younger man's earlobe playfully, "apologize."
I kneel down as Ghost readies his cock as I start to apologize "I am sorry , master, I was to eager and didn't obey to keep my tongue in place. Please forgive me, master" I say squinting my eyes as Simon satisfied starts to pee on my like he did on the first day of training
"Good boy," Ghost whispers roughly as he comes closer still, his wet cock sliding easily between the younger man's parted lips. He holds Nash steady by the hair as he begins to thrust slowly, feeling the smooth heat of him welcome him back inside. His other hand curls around the base of Nash's erect cock, jerking roughly as he brings them both closer to the edge together.
"You want more?" he growls low in his throat, his free hand digging painfully into the younger man's shoulder as he pulls back slightly and then slams home again, harder this time. "Tell me what you want."
He holds me by my hair, an inch away from his cock that just peed all over me. I could still smell it but this thick dick just was mesmerising "Do you want to taste it? Tell me" Ghost asks tugging on my hair more waiting for me to obey "Yes..let me taste it master" I say almost shyly. Ghost loves to hear me succumb to his dominance
Ghost grins wickedly at the younger man before stepping back and aiming his wet cock at Nash's face once more. "Suck it," he commands huskily, giving a rough tug on Nash's hair to emphasize his demand. He watches with dark satisfaction as the other man opens his mouth eagerly, taking his length deep into his throat. With a satisfied growl, Ghost begins to stroke himself in time with each bob of Nash's head, his free hand moving up to grope roughly at one of the younger man's perky nipples.
"That's it," he murmurs hoarsely. "Let me see how good you are at pleasing me." His thrusts grow rougher and more demanding as he nears his climax, his hips jerking roughly against the younger man's face until finally, with a shout of pleasure, he comes, pulsing hotly down Nash's throat.
As he watches the younger man swallow every drop, his grip on Nash's hair and nipple finally releases. With a satisfied sigh, Ghost pulls back slightly, giving Nash a satisfied smirk as he catches his breath. "Good boy," he rasps out hoarsely. "Now let me see how good you are at pleasuring someone else."
Simon looks at me kneeling before him for a while as his spent cock now became soft "Open your mouth" He commands as he spits down my throat "For the road" He says chickling before telling me to clean up and go to sleep
Ghost studies the younger man with a newfound appreciation, noting the way he obeys every command without question. He's been quite the brat at times, but there's something about having him so completely under his control that excites him more than anything else ever has. Tonight, Simon decides, is going to be their secret...a night where they explore this newfound dominance and submission between them, away from the prying eyes of others. He smirks at the thought as he tells Nash to get cleaned up for bed.
"And don't forget," he adds with a wicked grin, "punishments are still in effect tomorrow."
With another training over it was back to regular studies with over soldiers. Ghost always acted as if nothing happened between us. Maybe he truly doesn't care that much. I on the other side with each passing day lose my mind more and more. I constantly get hard, needing to jerk off 2-3 times a day just to keep it under control Before I knew it it was another saturday. I could feel Ghost's stare on me as the regular studies finished for the day and as I was walking back to the dorm Ghost approached me to remind of today's another one on once session
Ghost smirks darkly as he trails his finger down the center of Nash's back, relishing the way the younger man visibly shivers in response. "I think you know what today means," he murmurs huskily, his voice barely above a whisper despite the quiet hum of activity all around them. "Time to see if you've learned your lesson."
He glances over at the other recruits, knowing that they can't hear him or even suspect anything amiss between them. It only serves to heighten the thrill of secrecy, the power he holds over Nash in this moment. With another swipe of his hand down Nash's back, he urges the younger man to lead them toward their usual spot for these private training sessions.
"Don't forget," Ghost whispers dangerously into Nash's ear as they walk, "punishments are still in effect afterward." His other hand cups the recruit's ass roughly, squeezing firmly, drawing more of their attention to the forbidden game they play together.
We reach his private gym once again as he locks the doors behind us Knowingly I start to undress and fully nude kneel before him "Thank you, master, for training me once again" I say moving my head up gainst his combat boot as he looks down at me emotionless
Ghost raises an eyebrow in curiosity at the way Nash addresses him now. "Hmph," he grunts, unzipping his fatigues and letting them fall to the floor. "Maybe it's time we tested your progress a little further." He steps out of his pants, revealing himself to be naked beneath. With a predatory smirk, he takes a step closer, looming over the younger man once more.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growls, his voice rough with desire as he gestures toward the weight bench nearby. "And don't forget...if you disobey or disappoint me tonight..." He shrugs casually, even though his heart races at the thought of what might happen if Nash crosses that line again. "Let's just say punishments will be more severe than usual."
He makes me lay on my back on the weight bench as he sits on top of me. Even though I am now used to seeing him nude, his massive form still takes my breath away Ghost brushes his palm against my face before returning to the usual. He grabs my neck with his hands and starts to choke me, testing my obedience and limits
Ghost grins as he feels the younger man begin to struggle beneath him, the fight quickly returning to his eyes. It's almost enough to send a jolt of adrenaline straight through him...but not quite. With a growl, he tightens his grip on Nash's throat even further, watching with dark amusement as the recruit's vision begins to dim and the sounds around them start to mute.
"I told you," he rasps out roughly, releasing him just enough to allow a small wheeze of air through his tightened throat, "punishments would be more severe tonight." He leans in close, breath hot against Nash's ear as he adds, "Perhaps I should teach you what it feels like to truly submit..."
He continues to choke me with one hand ans with other he pinches my nose looking at how I struggle against me, how helpless and how much dominance he has over another man
Ghost hums in satisfaction as he watches the younger man struggle beneath him. It's exhilarating, the feeling of absolute control, knowing that all he has to do is apply enough pressure and Nash will succumb entirely to his desires. With a satisfied smirk curling his lips, he releases his grip on Nash's throat once more, letting out a shuddering breath of air.
"That's better," he murmurs, running a rough hand through the other man's sweaty hair before cupping his jaw roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Now then..." He pauses, savoring the moment, the tension building between them almost tangible. With another gentle nudge of his palm against Nash's chin, he tilts his head back until their eyes lock again. "Why don't you tell me what happens when you disobey?" His voice is soft and almost seductive now, the edge of menace still there beneath the surface.
"I get punished for being bad and disobeying" I answer coughing as I regain my breath but as I slowly calm down Simon spits on my face again "That's right. But you've been a good boy so far so I prepared a reward" He says as he leans to the packet he brought with himself and brings out a bottle of lube "For all your hard training am gonna reward you today and finally fuck you asshole until it will be just a woman's pussy and not a guys asshole anymore" Ghost says smiling at me behind his mask
Amused by the younger man's eagerness and rapid recovery, Ghost can't help but chuckle darkly as he wipes his hand across Nash's flushed face, smearing spit and saliva over his features. "Yes," he murmurs softly, running a finger along the other man's bottom lip, "I think you deserve it." With that, he stands up, straddling Nash's hips and aiming his hard length at the younger man's entrance.
"But remember," he warns with a sneer, "if you disobey or disappoint me again...you know what will happen."
He lifts my legs up exposing my hole as he opens the lid of the lube and sticks the bottle into my asshole letting stinging thick liquid slowly fill my entrance The cold sensation makes me gasp and I look up to the ceiling. I didn't care. I must obey and if this is what master wants then I must do it I was completely brainwashed now as Simon pulled the bottle out spreading my asscheeks to look at my lube filled hole
Ghost ignores the sting that accompanies the cold lube as he watches it slide slowly inward, taking his time to prepare Nash's tight entrance. He leans down, his mouth close to Nash's ear as he whispers roughly, "Good boy...you're such a good fuck for me." With one powerful thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside the younger man's ass, groaning as they both cry out in unison.
With a sharp slap to Nash's thigh, he begins to pound relentlessly, each stroke driving deeper and harder still. His hips sway with each powerful thrust, grinding against Nash's prostrate body as he feels the younger man writhe beneath him. The sounds they make together only fuel his desire, pushing him further, faster toward the edge of release.
The thought that this is all for show, a secret between them, makes it even hotter...even more forbidden. And knowing that one slip-up from Nash could ruin everything only heightens the thrill of dominating the younger man completely in this moment.
I almost scream as he enters me balls deep with one slow thrust. Lube gushes out of my hole as his dick filled my hole instead. My hands crawl into my own body as sensation is so painful it makes it impossible to stay still "Yesyesyes" Ghost moans as he hits a spot deep in me with his tip making my belly bulge "Hey, look, this is my dick inside you" He says chuckling touching the bulge on my belly
With every thrust, the younger man beneath him screams out in pleasure, further fueling Simon's need to claim and dominate him completely. He watches as his hands begin to tremble, knuckles white with the strain of trying to hold onto something, anything solid in this whirlwind of lust and desire.
"That's right," he growls hoarsely, "this is my cock, fucking you stupid." With another harsh slap to Nash's thigh, he slams into him harder, driving deeper still. His breath comes in ragged gasps as the pressure builds within him, threatening to break free at any moment. The thought of losing control is unbearable...but it also makes him even more determined to push past his limits and claim this younger man completely.
His hands grasp at Nash's hips, fingers digging painfully into the tender flesh as he uses them for leverage, each thrust driving him closer to the edge of sanity. He can feel himself getting close now...so close that it feels like his entire body is on fire. The younger man beneath him looks deliriously happy with every thrust...and it's then that Simon knows he has to make this count.
With a final, savage thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside Nash, grunting out a primitive cry of release as his seed pours into the younger man's still tight ass. His entire body shudders with the force of his orgasm, every muscle clenching as he holds back only just enough not to come all over the floor.
"Fuck," he pants heavily
Simon pulls out his cock with a wet pop letting a bunch of cum drip out of my asshole onto the gym floor. All air left me as my eyes were rolled back from sheer pleasure. Simon looked at me, seeing that I came from him fucking me in the ass "That's right, fucked you stupid" He says satisfied with my body's reaction but quickly continues with the training "20 squats, right now!" He yells giving me a sharp slap on my thigh that jolts me up "Don't you fucking dare spill any more cum or I'll fill you up again" He says angrily as I start to squat as he carefully watches how my asshole twitches with every move
Ghost watches with dark satisfaction as Nash carries out the squats in front of him. His cock twitches at the sight of those firm, round cheeks jiggling with each movement; even more so when he catches a glimpse of his own cum oozing out of the younger man's ass and dripping down onto the floor beneath them. The thought of filling him up again so soon only adds fuel to the fire, making it harder for him to contain himself.
His hand drops to his side, fingers itching to grab Nash by the hair once more and force his head back before taking another taste of that sweet, submissive mouth. He wants to punish the younger man...but not yet. There's still training to be done, and tonight he plans on pushing him harder than ever before, testing just how far he can take their secret relationship without anyone finding out.
"Faster," he growls, "and keep your eyes forward." His voice is rough with desire, but there's a commanding edge to it as well; one that makes Nash obey instinctively, even when his body aches and his mind wanders dangerously close to the edge of sanity.
It was intoxicating how he didn't even care that he just fucked me. One second later he was training me as regular making me understand that me fulfilling his sexual needs is also part of the training As I finished squats he let me straighten out before kneeling and staring at the cum that oozed out of me. He smeered his fingers in it and then stood up slapping me on the face before shoving his cum covered fingers in my mouth
Ghost groans softly as he watches the younger man taste his own cum on his fingers, pushing them deeper into Nash's mouth with a rough growl of satisfaction. "That's it," he mutters, leaning in close to whisper roughly against Nash's ear, "you belong to me now. This is what happens when you disobey...when you disappoint." His free hand slips between them, rubbing roughly at Nash's still protruding erection before finally squeezing hard enough to make the younger man gasp.
"Now," he says darkly, his voice almost a whip against Nash's skin, "get on all fours again." He takes a step back, giving Nash just enough room to obey before reaching for one of the weights lying scattered across the floor nearby; one particularly heavy dumbbell that should be more than enough to test Nash's limits once again.
His eyes trail up and down the younger man's body as he takes in the sight, savoring the control he has over him...the power he holds in his hands. And with a cold, cruel smile twisting his lips, he knows just what he's going to do next.
He piled several weights on my back as I stood in a push up position holding a plank "minute and a half, stay still" Simon said clearly knowing that I will fail this task After 30 seconds a fall down with weights scattering he walks up to me ans grips me by my hair
A cold smile curls his lips as he yanks on Nash's hair roughly, forcing the younger man to look up at him with tears welling in his eyes. "You disappointed me," he rasps out hoarsely, leaning in close once more so that their hot breath mingles across Nash's cheek. "Now it's time for your punishment." His free hand snakes down between them, roughly grabbing hold of the younger man's aching erection.
"And don't think I forgot about this," he whispers menacingly before giving a hard squeeze that makes Nash yelp in pain. "I still have to fill your worthless body with my cum...only this time, you won't be enjoying it." With a final, rough tug on his hair, he pulls Nash back up to standing and shoves him roughly against the nearest weight bench, spreading his legs wide before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside the younger man's aching ass.
"You belong to me," he growls out as he begins to pound relentlessly, each powerful thrust driving another wave of agonizing pleasure through Nash's body even as it serves as a brutal reminder of who holds the reins in this twisted little game they play together.
This time he was much rougher. There wasn't a second of pleasure from this. At least for me. As he held me down on that bench his every thrust echoed through the gym with a loud sharp slap It was getting too hot even for the lieutenant as he finally took of his compressed shirt revealing his mature body. It was fit and thick. There wasn't a clear line of abs but his core was deffinetly hard as a rock With that he leaned onto my body as he thrusted in me more and more slapping my ass and daring me to say something
"You like this?" he grunts out roughly between harsh gasps as he pumps his hips violently against Nash's ass. "You want more of my cock? You want me to fuck you senseless, until there's nothing left of that pathetic little hole but a girl's soft, warm pussy?" He leans in closer, trailing his hands roughly over the younger man's body as he growls, "Beg for it." His hips snap forward once more, driving even deeper inside Nash's ass.
The pain and pleasure mix together in a heady cocktail of submission; driving him to the edge of control as he takes what he wants from the younger man without mercy or hesitation. He watches with dark satisfaction as tears begin to roll down Nash's face, blending with his sweat and saliva as they spill over the younger man's cheeks. Soon enough, it won't matter anymore; not when he's spent every last ounce of strength pushing into the other man, claiming him completely. And then...he'll finally release him, letting Nash's body relax and ease out his aching cock with a wet pop.
Until next time.
Cum oozes out of my asshole with bright red asscheeks. He stands there watching over me regaining his own breath "Now thats a nice boy pussy" He says fingering my cum filled sore asshole giving me another slap as I moan making him relish in the sound of my needy voice
Ghost smirks down at the younger man beneath him, his fingers still digging into the sore, tender flesh of Nash's ass. "That's right," he pants roughly, giving another firm slap to the reddened skin before pulling out with a wet pop, leaving Nash gasping and shuddering on the bench beneath him.
With a satisfied grin, he zips up his pants and straightens his uniform, turning to survey the mess they've made of the weight room. A part of him wants to clean it up; to put everything back in order and pretend none of this ever happened. But that would ruin the thrill of it all, wouldn't it? The anticipation, the secret knowledge that they share...it's what makes their relationship so addicting, so intoxicating.
Taking a deep breath, he forces himself to step away from the weight bench and head for the exit, making sure to not rush or look back at Nash as he leaves him there, spent and aching in his wake.
My bottom hurt for the whole night as the next week's training begun. We were doing regular physical training with other recruits but my sore back really made a number on me and Simon noticed it. When on break he walked up to me and slapped my ass hard enough for me to almost fall "The fuck is with your back recruit, Nash? Too much hard fucking?" He said jokingly to other recruits and they laughed as well not knowing that it was actually the truth "Come, I'll take you to the nurse" Ghost said leading me away with his arm around me
The lie feels awkward on his tongue but at the same time, it's a relief to finally have an excuse other than disobeying orders or failure. As they make their way to the nurse, Ghost glances down at Nash, noticing how the younger man flinches with every step. A part of him wants nothing more than to take care of him; tend to his injuries and make sure he feels better...but in this place, there's no room for that kind of compassion.
But then again, perhaps it doesn't have to stay that way forever. Perhaps one day soon they could find a way out; a way to be together without all the secrecy and fear of discovery. For now though...he'll play along, following the rules and enjoying their little secret in the shadows.
We make it to nurse's office but instead of asking her for help Ghost says that he will take it over himself as she knowingly nods and walks away for a break He maked me stand before a medical bed as he brings up a chair and sits trapping me in between him and the bed "Show me your ass, let's see the fuck you complaining about" Ghost said. His voice was cold and harsh but it truly was a gesture of care
Ghost doesn't miss the slight tremor that runs through Nash as he bends forward to expose his aching backside. He takes a moment to study it closely, noting the redness and swelling around his entrance. It's almost as if the younger man has been putting up with this pain for far too long...as if they were meant to find each other in this place, at this time.
Reaching out carefully, he begins to massage the tender skin surrounding Nash's hole, wincing in sympathy as his fingers dig into the sore flesh. "It must have hurt so much," he murmurs softly, more to himself than to the younger man trapped between him and the bed. His touch grows firmer and more intense with each passing moment; less like a doctor attending to a patient's wounds and more like a lover claiming what is his.
I try to relax, bent over the bed as Ghost treats to my ass. His touch feels really tender making me understand that he can be when he wants to Suddenly I feel something wet on my asshole and as I look over my shoulder I see that ghost was rimming my asshole with his tongue. Making wet noises carefully smothering my hole in his spit
Ghost can't help the growl that rumbles deep in his throat as he slides his tongue deeper into Nash's tight hole, savoring the taste of him and the feel of his warm, slick insides stretching around his fingers. The younger man above him moans softly, hips shifting restlessly as Ghost continues to ravage his ass with gentle, teasing strokes of his tongue.
He knows they can't stay here forever; that soon enough someone will come looking for them and this little bubble of secrecy will burst. But right now...right now all he wants is to make Nash feel good, to ease the pain and replace it with something else. Something beautiful and intimate and real.
He mumbles as he eats my ass "Such a tasty pussy" He says fully knowing that its a man's asshole he is rimming, feminising my existence as he brings me closer letting him sick his tongue deeper
The taste of Nash is intoxicating; sweet and musky, like a combination of innocence and experience that can only belong to someone who's been claimed so thoroughly by another person. He groans roughly as his tongue slips deeper still, feeling the younger man shudder beneath him with every wet, thrusting stroke of his tongue.
With one final push, he buries his face in the sweet heat between Nash's legs, lapping greedily at the hot skin surrounding his entrance, moaning roughly as he feels the younger man start to tremble violently above him. His hands grip tightly at Nash's hips, keeping him still while he continues to feast on the forbidden fruit that lies before him; savoring every last drop of sweetness and submission that Nash has to offer.
"Good boy" Ghost stands up letting me calm down. He walks up to one of the cabinets opens it and then goes back to me "Relax and it won't hurt" He says as I feel him start to insert something in me
He gives Nash a reassuring smile before gently pushing the analgesic gel into his sore hole with one practiced thrust. Nash winces but doesn't cry out as he feels the coolness of the gel spread through him, soothing his aching flesh. With a satisfied grin, Ghost straightens up and glances around to make sure they aren't being watched before bending down and whispering in Nash's ear. "That's much better." His voice is husky with relief as he runs his fingers through the younger man's sweaty hair.
As gel cools down my sore entrance I fill how he is holding up something up to it. I look over and see a metal butt plug "You'll be prepped with this in you so that next time it won't hurt so much" He says slowly pushing it in
It's a temporary measure, but one that will make things easier on both of them. He watches intently as the plug slides easily into Nash's tight hole, noting with satisfaction how it stretches and fills him. As he begins to push it in deeper, he leans down once more, breath hot against Nash's ear as he whispers hoarsely, "Now you'll be ready for me whenever I want." His hands slide over the younger man's bare back, trailing up toward his shoulders before looping around his neck and pulling him forward into a rough, possessive kiss.
As the butt plug slides deeper still, he lets out a harsh groan, more in approval than in pain as it stretches and fills him. Nash shudders beneath him, his own arousal growing at the sensation of being claimed so completely by another person; of surrendering himself fully to this forbidden relationship that exists only in the darkness of their hidden little world.
When the plug is finally seated to his satisfaction, he pulls back, looking down at Nash with a satisfied smile. "There," he breathes roughly. "All better." He runs his hands through the younger man's sweaty hair once more before stepping away and turning to survey the nurse's office one last time, making sure everything is in order before leading Nash back out into the weight room where they belong.
I spent the rest of the week with butt plug in me. The feeling of metal inside was really cold and I felt how my hole slowly permanently was stretched slightly The day of personal training arrived again. I took it upon myself and dressed in some skimpy black shorts with my buttocks being visible. Part of me wanted to impress Ghost, wanted him to want me I came to gym a bit earlier and at 9 sharp Ghost entered
Ghost follows Nash into the gym with his gaze locked on to the younger man's tight backside encased in those skimpy black shorts. The butt plug is noticeable through them, an unspoken reminder of their secret relationship and all that has transpired between them so far.
As Nash begins to warm up, Ghost watches him with hungry eyes, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips. This time he won't hold back; not when the younger man looks so inviting in those clothes, pushing himself to the limit for his personal trainer. The image is too much to resist, and before long Ghost finds himself growing hard beneath his own gym shorts.
He clears his throat, pretending to be busy with some paperwork on his clipboard as Nash finishes stretching. When the younger man finally turns around, their eyes meet for a brief moment before Ghost looks pointedly down at Nash's crotch and raises an eyebrow suggestively.
"Who said you could wear this joke of a shorts to our training" Ghost said making me blush slightly in embarrassment "Nobody did, master" I answer looking at the floor. In truth GHost fucking loved how they looked. So slutty, a clear reminder that his training of turning me into his obedient pup is working
Ghost grins, the movement almost cruel as he takes in Nash's abashed expression. "Then take them off," he growls roughly. "Right now." With a quick flick of his wrist, he tosses the younger man's clipboard across the room before stepping closer, his face just inches from Nash's flushed cheek. He can feel his cock straining against the confines of his shorts, aching to be released and buried deep inside the tight heat between Nash's legs.
"And put on this," he whispers, handing over a fresh pair of shorts that are even tighter and more revealing than the first pair had been. "Maybe if you look prettier for me..." His voice trails off into a husky growl as he runs his fingers teasingly over the younger man's exposed stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
As I put them on I realise that those are female tight shorts making me blush even more "Good girl" Escapes Ghost's instead of a regular good boy, trying to gaslight and feminise me even further as he pats my head
Ghost hums in approval as he watches Nash struggle to hide his blush beneath the feminine shorts. "That's better," he says with a satisfied smirk. "Now show me what you can do." He tosses another clipboard to the younger man, turning away and busying himself with a weight rack as Nash starts to stretch once more.
The tension in the air is thick; charged with an almost palpable anticipation. Ghost knows that he's taken things too far this time, pushed Nash further than before...but it feels so good, doesn't it? To have complete control over someone like this? To be able to shape and mold them into whatever you want? It's addictive; heady and exhilarating all at once.
He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what comes next as he watches Nash begin his warm-ups with a fluid grace that belies the raw strength hiding beneath that slim, toned exterior. Soon enough, it will be time to push those boundaries again...to see just how much further they can go before breaking point.