Chief

by Lesli Richardson

  She replies immediately.

  That’s my very good Alpha. :)

  Keep in mind, other than what I say to him, he still has not said anything to me during our “play.” The only thing he mentions is a time or place. Sometimes that’s through texts on my burner phone.

  There are no conversations, no pillow talk, no canoodling—nothing.

  Not to mention we’re probably breaking all sorts of regs doing this.

  Okay, we’re definitely breaking them.

  But the furthest thing from my mind is my Dad or my brothers or anything but making Her happy and getting off. That’s it.

  I’m just wondering what kind of reward we’re going to get from her when we’re finally able to see her again.

  That day, for our lunchtime meet-up, he blushes as he points to my mouth.

  I don’t hesitate, and I lie on my rack, tip my head back, and get comfy.

  Now he’s almost…well, shy. He’s actually having trouble getting it up, and I can see him grow more frustrated.

  I feel bad for the guy.

  I finally hook my hands behind his thighs and pull him in and take over, sucking him down. He almost falls over, but braces himself on my rack and finally gets hard.

  I realize the more I take charge of this, the better he does, so I pull off, flip him over so he’s lying on my rack, then stand, going down on him like that.

  He’s like a changed man and gets hard immediately. I fist his shirt in my hand and pin him down as I get him off—yes, I swallow—and he seems to need a minute to recover.

  The look he gives me when he lifts his head… Like something between awe and wide-eyed wonder.

  Yeah. I don’t understand it either, or why it twists my insides in good ways.

  Or why I keep my hand on his shirt to hold him in place to kiss him.

  He hesitates at first, then starts getting into it. Guy’s not a bad kisser, actually.

  I crawl up his body and leave him pinned there as I unfasten my pants and then fuck his mouth right there, making him lick my sac and…

  I belatedly realize we’re going to be late if I don’t finish up. I’m eating a granola bar for lunch as I text her a few minutes later, once he’s left.

  Thank You, Mistress. I kissed him while we played. I’m sorry I didn’t ask if that was allowed first. I didn’t think about it.

  Good boy, Alpha! You are absolutely allowed to kiss your boy.

  I read her text several times.

  Okay, then.

  * * * *

  From that moment on, things were…different between me and Eddie. Like something had shifted. He started hanging out with me, Kenney, and Gohber, joining us for morning PT and meals, all of that. Became one of the guys. Some of our play happened off-base, like in a park or in the bathroom at a bar with Kenney and Gohber out at our table—risky stuff we should’ve known better but did it anyway.

  I took great pleasure in taking my pleasure from him, and finally got him to admit he liked it better when I was in complete control, even when going down on him.

  Blowjobs were usually logistically easier than fucking, which we didn’t do nearly as often, and thus became the norm.

  It was over three weeks since we’d last seen Elsa, a Friday, when she responds to my morning text.

  Can you and beta come over tonight?

  I don’t know Eddie’s exact schedule, but I can go, and tell her that.

  Good boy. See you at 7. No playing today. If he can make it, arrive together.

  That’s how the two of us caught a bus and rode together, chatting about any- and everything, but constantly catching each other’s gaze and knowing we were both thinking the same thing—we were horny and excited to be back with her.

  When we arrive, we both strip and drop into Worship at her command. I’m beyond excited to see her, and I’m sure he is, too.

  “There’s my good boys,” she softly says. “I’m very proud of my Alpha and beta. You took good care of each other while I was gone.” She rubs both our heads, and…

  Oh, fucking thank you.

  The sweet, mellow bliss fills my head. I’d missed it so goddamned much.

  “I have a very special treat for my two good boys tonight,” she says. “We need to get you ready.”

  That means hoods, blindfolds, and leather cuffs buckled around our wrists and ankles.

  She puts me on my back across the bed, my legs hanging off, feet on the floor. Thankfully, it wasn’t a very tall bed. My arms are over my head and she clips the wrist cuffs together and fastens them to the bed frame. Eddie is put on the other side of the bed, facedown, his wrists clipped behind his back, his ankles hooked to the frame and keeping his legs spread wide.

  I find this out later.

  But our heads are next to each other.

  Kissing distance.

  And Elsa pushes our faces together. “That’s right, just like that. I want you both to show me how much you like that.”

  So we do. Like I said, he’s a good kisser.

  I hear a knock on the door, and my cock twitches in response.

  I don’t know about Eddie, but I’m beyond hard now.

  “What’s going on?” he whispers. He sounds worried. I listen. It sounds like four men, and I swallow hard.

  I’ve learned Eddie doesn’t speak a word of German. That’s when it hits me for the first time that, if she’s been doing stuff with him like she does with me, he has no fucking clue what’s going on, unless she’s speaking English to him.

  It’d actually started feeling…friendly between me and Eddie. We’d started finding a kind of groove between us.

  Now, I’m not sure how we’re supposed to act except…obeying her.

  I wish I could see him, look into his eyes. But I kiss him and nuzzle his nose with mine, hard with the hoods but we manage it, because I can’t reach him with my hands.

  “It’s okay,” I whisper. “Just obey Mistress.”

  “Okay.”

  They’re all apparently Tops, but one of the guys does go down on me.

  I find out why my legs weren’t tied down when someone grabs my ankles and shoves my legs up and back to give them access to my ass.

  Fortunately, Elsa lubes both of us.

  There’s a strange push-pull in my soul as we lie there and get used. My body is loving the pleasure I’m feeling, because if I’m not being sucked, Elsa’s jacking my cock while someone fucks me.

  And she’s kissing me, telling me how good I’m being, even when a cane and a paddle get used on my ass, and hear Eddie receiving a similar treatment.

  Even when I end up with a cock at both ends—check first spit-roast off the list—I feel Elsa’s hand on my head or my cock, and she’s telling us both in English how proud she is of us and how good we’re being for her.

  Eddie ends up shifted away from me a little, and some of the sounds he’s making…

  Okay, some of them are definitely a guy enjoying what’s going on.

  Then there are other sounds, and, honestly? I’m glad Eddie can’t understand German. They’re not just humiliating him, they’re really dredging depths I’m not comfortable with.

  That’s the night when I finally learned a truth, after she unfastened our restraints and told us to kiss and cuddle on the bed while she saw her “guests” out.

  My blindfold had slipped a little, and I could see under it.

  I saw the wad of bills she pocketed.

  I didn’t know, at first, how Elsa could work at the mundane government job she held and yet still afford to live where she lived and the manner in which she lived.

  She told people in polite company that her family had money.

  I was fucking naive.

  The reality, of course, is far darker.

  She wasn’t a whore. That would have been too debasing, too demeaning for her.

  No, her sideline business, I soon realize, is a very specialized and expensive service—whoring out others. To a very particular clientele.

>   Others like me and Eddie.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  We were young and stupid and in love with the woman. What can I say?

  At least she assured us that, when guys fucked us, they used condoms, and she had checked their test results. That they were “carefully screened.”

  Is that bullshit? I don’t know. I’m just glad I didn’t end up pos. The only credit I’ll give her is that she did seem to be very careful about that. I guess she had her own health to think about and her reputation to consider.

  I was soooo stupid. Young and horny are very bad combinations for making good decisions, I’ve since realized.

  Sometimes, women were part of the equation, usually with their submissive men, who were allowed to fuck us or be blown by us while the women also got off with us somehow. Or, sometimes I was used to fuck the guy, depending on the particular dynamic the couple had.

  Regardless, Elsa would usually start those times by horning us up, praising us, telling us what good boys we were, and teasing us until we were begging for relief. On the back side of the session, more praise.

  I thought this was…well, okay, I knew it wasn’t “normal” but I didn’t realize it wasn’t healthy or, technically, consensual.

  To me, if it wasn’t rape, it was consent. I had no fucking clue beyond that. Rape—bad. But what we were doing wasn’t that, right? I mean, we were agreeing to what we were doing and having done to us.

  Weren’t we?

  Hell, she got both of us off. We were never left hanging on those nights.

  The more Eddie and I did, though, the more Elsa pampered us. The more attention she paid to us. The more time she spent with us.

  The more she praised us.

  It made it far more comfortable for us to ignore the dark thoughts that would creep in sometimes. Made it easy to ignore the times that we weren’t that keen on the activities, because she always made up for it in other ways.

  Give and take, right?

  This went on for the next couple of months. Eddie and I had fairly regular schedules now and usually had weekends off, even though we had to stay close to base. When we both received full forty-eight-hour passes, Elsa made plans to take us to a party in another town, a private house party, where we’d be spending the night.

  Yeah.

  Except we were the party favors, for men and women.

  We spent that whole weekend blindfolded and had no idea who was doing what. Elsa was there, and I understood more of what was going on than Eddie did, obviously.

  There was a guy who seemed particularly interested in me. I never heard him speak English, but he didn’t sound like a native German. Sounded older.

  Liked to spank me with his bare hand. I’m pretty sure he fucked me a few times over those two days, and I know I blew him at least once.

  He rubbed my head the way Elsa would.

  Don’t get me wrong, Eddie and I both had a blast that weekend, but I still didn’t tell Eddie about seeing Elsa accept the money that day.

  Maybe I should have.

  I definitely should have confronted Elsa about it, except that whole I was young and dumb and definitely in love with her stupidity.

  No clue how much she was paid for our services that weekend, and part of me doesn’t want to know. We were never offered any of the money. She pretended that didn’t happen, although from some stray comments I heard, I’m sure that she was paid, and it apparently wasn’t the first time she provided “entertainment” for a gathering like that. I tried not to think about it and stay in the moment.

  I think maybe she forgot I spoke German, because when it was just the three of us, she always spoke English for Eddie’s benefit.

  Eddie and I were both moving kind of slow the next day, Monday morning, and that’s when shit happened.

  We were both summoned to the colonel’s office that morning. I’m sure the oh, shit look on Eddie’s face matched mine as we headed over there.

  There are a few memories that will forever live with me, some of them big, some of them small. Memories positive and…not so much.

  Sensations, smells.

  Sounds.

  As we stand at attention in the colonel’s office and he walks behind us to close his door, the snick as he throws the lock will forever stay in my mind.

  The sound of his footsteps as he walks behind us and stands there so close I can feel his breath against the back of my neck.

  But it’s the next word he whispers, in very familiar-sounding German, that makes me realize exactly how deep a world of shit the two of us are in.

  “Worship.”

  I know the wide-eyed horror in Eddie’s eyes matches mine as he stares at me before we both drop to our knees.

  * * * *

  We now belong to the colonel. Maybe “belong” isn’t the right word, because it’s clear Elsa still claims ownership of us.

  Priority access, maybe?

  Rentals?

  Oh, we still go to Elsa’s several times a week, but Eddie and I get used to being fucked over the colonel’s desk at least once a week, usually at night, or blowjobs, if he doesn’t have the time for more.

  The thought of saying no doesn’t cross our minds. For starters, Elsa arranged it. Apparently, the colonel is a “friend” of hers.

  Secondly—fucking colonel, duh.

  The colonel seems to prefer me over Eddie, and I get summoned more often. We’re not allowed to come when we are with him, either, so we’re left frustrated and horny on the back side of those encounters. Unless we can get alone time with each other, sneak away somewhere on base to give each other relief. I’ve gotten really good at fucking Eddie’s mouth fast and busting a nut in a variety of locations. Sometimes he doesn’t get relief then, and has to wait until later.

  But that’s now one of my perks as Alpha. Elsa allows me to use him after I’ve been with the colonel, and Eddie’s never allowed to refuse me.

  The benefit to this strange dynamic is that apparently the colonel doesn’t want to share us with other men. We’re free to play with each other, and Elsa has women who sometimes use us, so at least there’s that.

  As the months tick by, I realize we aren’t getting deployed. Before, I assumed somehow my Dad—and the fact that I had two brothers who were KIA—gave us a little bit of protection.

  Now, it’s obvious the colonel is likely keeping us there because he doesn’t want to give up his toys.

  I don’t know what excuses are being used, but Eddie and I share secret glances any time we hear someone talking about it—and giving thanks for it, because, seriously, none of us actually want to be sent to a goddamned desert.

  Not like we can say, “Yeah, the married colonel likes secretly fucking us too much to deploy us. You’re welcome.”

  But Elsa is like a new woman with us. Sweet, loving—and, as crazy as this sounds, I’m not jealous of Eddie. Maybe in the beginning I was, but going on a year into this insanity, and now he’s my buddy. He definitely is a bottom, but I find I like topping him. Sometimes Elsa has me top other men or women for her, and that’s okay. We can fuck or be fucked by the women, but with the men, sexually, we’re limited to using hands or strap-ons or other toys on them.

  Or the men using those on us, except men are allowed to blow us.

  When topping women, and most of the men, I have to tone things back sexually and physically.

  Unlike with Eddie, who wants and needs a heavy level of play from me, both sexually and physically.

  I’m enjoying it, too. He brings out something dark in me I never knew was there before. I start to discover after some of our more intense sessions that it leaves me feeling quiet and calm in a way that I only used to feel before after Elsa took control of me.

  And I really like that, too.

  It’s like the best of both worlds. I can submit to Elsa and enjoy that, and also enjoy what I do to Eddie or others. When it’s just the two of us with Elsa, she frequently makes love to us, and it reaches a point where it feels natu
ral for it to be the three of us.

  We don’t ask Elsa about the colonel. He becomes a mostly unspoken topic. Apparently, he clears with her when he calls for one of us, because she always knows about it before we go and sometimes it’s her texting us to send us to him, especially after hours.

  We do as we’re told and think of the reward it’s going to earn us with her later, when we see her again.

  All she tells us early on is that she’s made an arrangement for us with him, and if we’re smart, we’ll go along with it. That it will make our lives easier.

  To enjoy the special perk of being appreciated by an officer such as him.

  That it means we’re afforded, by him, a level of protection we might not otherwise enjoy.

  We thank her, of course, because there really isn’t another option, in our minds. And we do feel…thankful.

  Let’s see, getting fucked in the ass versus getting our asses shot at or off.

  Yeah. That’s a no-brainer.

  Meanwhile, she takes us places on the weekends, like World Cup games, or museums, or concerts.

  It’s feeling…

  Comfortable.

  It’s a melancholy feeling, though. This can’t last, no matter how much the thought of this ending one day tears me up inside. I won’t be in the Army forever. I know Elsa isn’t interested in something permanent, even though this sure feels permanent.

  Eddie and I work on rank promotions, though he plans on staying in longer than I do. And Elsa starts talking to both of us like maybe she does want to make this permanent.

  I’m a stupid kid. I don’t stop to think about the fact that she’s whoring us out to a colonel or others.

  I mean, I do, but it’s just easier not to think about that part of things. Not when we’re with her and she smiles at us, praises us.

  Tells us what good boys we are.

  Her laughter.