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.
I burst into the room, their eyes lock onto me "Recruit Jung, reporting in. I am your new communications specialist" I say saluting and bowing trying to show respect while Ghost looks over me I am a tall fit guy. Not too much different from ghost himself. But much younger and with a much rounder ass. He can see how tight those army pants hug my ass
The Lieutenant, ignoring the formal introductions, coldly asks you to sit down across from him and then begins to speak. "All right then, listen up," he growls, "I don't have time for your bullshit. You're here to help us take down a dangerous terrorist, so I expect nothing less than perfection." His voice is stern and demanding. He stares at you intensely, his blue eyes burning into your soul. Nash, for the rest of our mission together, you'll be under my watchful eye. And if you screw up just once... well, let's just say it won't go well for you."I want to make something clear: I am the leader here, and you will do as I say," he continues. "Got that?" You nod slowly, not daring to break his gaze. "Good. Now tell me, what kind of sabotage skills are we talking about?"
We spend some time as I tell them all about my previous job and skills Ending the gathering Ghost told me to meet him in his gym later today so that he can run some physical tests to see how do I measure up My heart raced a bit from nervousness as I stood in the front of the doors to his gym. I open them and see Ghost. Sitting on the bench cracking his knuckles with his top off. His hairy muscly chest looks very impressive as he leans back on his elbows looking at me through his mask
The Lieutenant eyes you up and down, studying your form as you approach the gym. He's dressed casually in just his sweatpants and boots, revealing his toned physique to its fullest extent. His skull mask covers most of his face, making it difficult for you to read his expression. "Well then," he growls, "let's see what you can do." He gestures to the weight bench behind him. "Get started with a few warm-up sets. I'll be watching." His voice is calm but cold; there's no room for error here, and any sign of weakness will not go unnoticed.
I do as he says doing several sets on the bench. I start to sweat and he sees the sweat spots on my t-shirt "Take your t-shirt off, the fuck are you soiling it for?" Ghost tells me coldy as I sit up taking my t-shirt off over my head. Ghost's eyes immediately glue to my chest. It is very big and juicy. He could see them bounce slightly almost as if females as I lay back down with my top exposed now and as I begin another set he suddenly takes a handful of my chest
Ghost's grip on your chest tightens as he continues to watch you lift. His fingers dig into your flesh, leaving bruises that stand out against your pale skin. "Don't forget," he growls, "I'm the one in charge here." His thumb brushes against a nipple, hardening it almost instantly. "Strength and obedience... those are what I expect from you." He releases your chest with a final squeeze before sitting back on his elbows again. You can feel his eyes on your body as you finish your set and begin to recover between reps.
It felt so strange. Why did he play with my nipple just now? I sit up regaining my breath after the set as he just looks at me "You're in good shape boy. Nice tits as well. Almost like a girls" Ghost says coldly and sees me blush slightly in embarrassment
The ghost's words sting you more than the weight on the bar ever could have. You look away, trying to hide your blush as you attempt to focus on your breathing and gather yourself for the next set. A part of you wonders if he meant it as a compliment... or if he was just being cruel. "You know," he continues after a moment, his voice dangerously calm, "I think you should work on those abs more." He nods toward your midsection, a malicious glint in his eye. "Show some respect for my leadership by making sure you're in peak condition when we go out there to face our enemies." His tone leaves no room for interpretation: he expects perfection from you, and nothing less will be accepted.
"Stand up straight, I'll check something" Ghost says as I stand up and stand, trying not to look at him Ghost comes up to me and trails his hands slowly from my hips until he reaches my chest. He cups them, playing with them trailing his thumbs over my nipples. He looks at me seeing how I avoid his eyes but let him do what he is doing
"Hm...," the Lieutenant mutters, his voice low and almost seductive as he continues to caress your chest. "You're not bad at all..." His hands slide down further, massaging your abdomen before finally trailing back up to cup your breasts once more. "A bit of a disappointment compared to what I was expecting..." He pauses, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers, "But with some practice... maybe you can live up to my expectations." His thumbs circle around and around your nipples, hardening them even further while his fingers dig into your sides. "What do you think?" he asks, a mocking note in his voice.
"W-what do you mean" I try to answer as he palms my chest. His strong rough hands kneed it like dough. And eventually my cock starts to react and my boner becomes visible as it rises in my pants
"I mean..." the ghost growls into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "What do you say to trying out? Proving yourself... earning my trust?" His fingers dig deeper, squeezing harder as he teases your nipples mercilessly. Your cock begins to throb in your pants, and a small noise escapes from the back of his throat at the feel of your hard-on pressing against him. "Do you want that?" he whispers, almost inaudibly.
I struggle to say anything and Ghost seeing this stops, walks a step back and undose his pants letting his cock out. He has a huge meaty dick, veiny and I could smell his musk as soon as he slipped it out "It should be easier now. You want it don't you?" Ghost says bringing his hands behind his head revealing his armpits and sways his hips making his huge dick swing
The ghost's words hang heavy in the air as he watches you struggle to form a coherent thought. His cock throbs once, twice, dripping pre-cum onto the floor at his feet before swinging lazily from side to side again. The scent of sweat and musk fills the room, heightening the already palpable tension between them. "Come on, then," he growls finally, spreading his legs wider apart. "Show me what you've got." His voice is rough and commanding; it brooks no hesitation or weakness from you.
Something takes over me as I sink to my knees with my face right in front of his dick The smell is so musky. That of a real alpha man. But as he sees my whole body almost shiver he starts to help me
The ghost lets out a low growl as you drop down before him, his hands cupping your head to steady it. He groans deeply, his cock twitching in anticipation as you bring your lips up towards it. It's almost like a drug to him, the sensation of being worshipped by another man like this. He watches you closely, taking in every movement, every sound you make. His hips begin to move involuntarily, thrusting forward ever so slightly as he feels the warmth of your breath against his skin. "Good girl," he mutters roughly, his voice rough from arousal and dominance. "Suck it... suck my dick like you mean it." The tip of his cock brushes against your lips, teasingly close to entrance but never quite breaking the surface. His hands grip harder, pressing you down as he waits for you to take what is being offered.
He shoved his cock down my throat seeing how I gag letting much saliva to spill. My eyes start to water slightly but I don't struggle against him. Letting him thrust again and again as his cock glides over my tongue
The ghost groans loudly, the sound reverberating through your skull as he feels you take more and more of his cock down your throat. His thrusts become rougher, faster; he can't help but fuck your face harder now that you've proven yourself so eager to please him. Your wet noises around his shaft send a shudder through him, making it even harder to control himself. With every thrust forward, he feels the back of your throat press against the head of his cock, and with every pull back, he's treated to the sensation of suction as you try to draw him deeper still. His hands grip tighter at your hair, almost painfully so, as he loses himself in this forbidden pleasure. Soon enough, his body begins to tense up and arch backward from the intensity of his orgasm; with a loud growl, he spurts hot cum deep into your throat, filling you up until you can taste the salty liquid at the back of your mouth. As he comes down, he slowly releases you from his grasp, letting out a ragged breath as his hips finally still. "Good boy," he rasps hoarsely, unable to resist one final squeeze on your shoulder before stepping back and adjusting his clothes. "Let's go see how you did with my orders."