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Price had never met a man quite like könig. Becoming a permanent fixture of their group after some shuffling about between international squads, König was an Austrian-German giant. Towering at over 6", likely closer to 6'7, he was easily the tallest on base. He made Ghost look average height. Poor Johnny was practically small enough to be stepped on. Despite his incredible size, he was painfully shy. It had been well documented in his medical files that he had intense social anxiety and likely something like ADHD or OCD, but they'd never bothered look further into it. Price had observed the giant steal his lunch to eat it away from his comrades, or immediately freeze up whenever someone asked him a question. It didn't help that English wasn't his first language.
Captain Price, on the other hand, was cool and collected. Stoic and unbothered - as a captain should be. That's what made him such a good dom. He acted as a perfect balance to many of his subs.
König had recently joined the rank as one of his submissives. Price can't even remember how went about asking könig, simply remembering that the man had become very flustered and ran away. Price thought he'd fucked it, that it was a mistake. Until that night, a little note slipped under his door, taking him up on his offer. How endearing.
That's how they ended up here.
König, despite his large stature, looked tiny and shy as he kneeled, dressed in the military issued camo trousers and black shirt. The fabric of shirt was a little tight around his impressive biceps, and hung a little awkwardly. With such a tall man, it was hard to find clothes that fit perfectly.
They were in Price's office, somewhere small and familiar as to not freak out his new sub too much if things were to go south. Captain Price sat on his office chair at his desk, thick cigar between his lips as he smoked lazily, looking down at his soldier with a gentle but commanding look.
"Now, König." The captain exhaled a cloud of silver smoke. "This is your first meeting as one of my boys. I wanna ask you a few questions. Get to know you." It wasn't a request, it was an order. König was surprised that he didn't feel afraid. In fact, an unfamiliar fuzzy feeling gnawing at his gut. He sat up a little straighter.
Price took that as his cue to begin.
"You sit so pretty already. Almost perfect form, but you're slouching." He praised. König felt himself blush beneath his sniper hood and straightened his back.
"Good boy. Aren't you a quick learner ?" Captain Price grinned, flicking some ash from his cigar into his ashtray.
"Now, König, answer some questions for me. Are you a virgin ? Ever been with other men ? "
"Nein." König stuttered out, already a little embarrassed. "I have slept with other men before."
"Have you had any experience with dynamics and heavy kink in the past ?" Price remained nonchalant as he asked these deeply personal questions. Like it was nothing more than asking his name and birthday.
"I don't think so. I've had kinky sex in the past, but nothing like this." The man on his knees shifted, finding a little more confident as they went on.
"That's okay. That's what I'm here for." Price cracked a little smile, comforting. "Now, what position do you often prefer ? Giving ? Receiving ? Watching ?"
König felt his face flush again. He had to think back for a moment. He wasn't a virgin, but he was far from experienced.
"I, uh... I don't really know." The younger man mumbled, suddenly embarrassed by his answer. "I think I like the idea of being topped. But I, uhm, never have."
The captain gave him another reassuring smile, full of fondness, full of acceptance and without a trace of judgement.
"That's alright, in this dynamic we're all about exploration. Finding out what you like and dislike."
König gave a meek nod.
"Speaking of which, about my other subs." Price crossed his leg squarely on his knee, stubbing out his cigar. "After this meeting, and you have decided you are fully comfortable joining this dynamic, we always have a group meeting. There we discuss our boundaries and limits with each other. Does that sound okay ?"
"How many subs do you have ?" König asked curiously, a small tilt of his head.
"Just two- Soap and Ghost. Ghost was my first, and has been mine for many years."
"Ghost ?!" The man sputtered a little in surprise. Was he talking about the Ghost ? The infamous, stone cold soldier ?
Price chuckled at Königs shock and nodded, "I know. He's rather soft when you get to know him. He's a sweet thing, really. But back to you," Price leaned forward a little, looking down at könig with interest, "Tell me about you. What do you fantasise about when you're alone, big boy ?"
König suddenly felt himself heat up again, feeling Price's stare focus in on him. The little patronising pet name made his dick rouse in interest.
"I, uh..." He stammered, trying to find the words lost in his scrambled mind. "I like... The idea of being dominated and owned. I wanna be treated like a little useless dog and called names." König slumped over a bit, hiding his face in embarrassment. He felt like melting into the floor beneath him.
"Ah, you're into petplay. I can work with that." Price all but purred, leaning forward before pushing his office chair from under the desk, twisting it to the side and patting his thigh, "Come here, big boy, don't get all shy on me now." He gestured for könig to approach.
König shakily moved from his crouching position, and went to stand up, before Price sharply interrupted,
"Ah- Ah, puppies don't walk, do they ? Crawl to me, pup." The grin on the captains face was sinful. He liked this just as much as könig.
With a loud whine, the soldier propped himself on his hands and knees and crawled to his captain, keeping his eyes trained on the floor out of humiliation. He eventually came to stop in front on Price's feet, and kneeled back into his original position.
A strong hand came forward and brushed against königs jaw through the fabric of his hood. Price traced along his neck and jaw, patting him affectionately.
"Good boy." He cooed.
"Now, I'm gonna go over some rules here. And you're gonna listen, okay ?" König nodded eagerly, "Good pup." He was rewarded with a pat on the head. König found himself leaning into the touch.
"First of all. Safewords. We use the traffic light system. Are you familiar with that, puppy ?" The captain absentmindedly continued to pet at the Austrian, who had shifted forward to sit between his thighs.
"Ja." König nodded quickly.
"Good. We also use time-outs. If something in a scene isn't working, or you feel the need to break the scene temporarily, you say 'timeout'. We'll then have a brief discussion of what went wrong then continue. Does that sound okay, könig ?"
The man nodded again. The slightly more serious tone had him listening closer, back a little straighter and doing his best to maintain eye contact.
"Perfect. Secondly, I like to be referred to as a formal title, especially during scenes. Daddy, captain, master, ect. Are you comfortable with referring to me as that ?"
König thought for a moment. He'd never called someone these names before. The thought of relinquishing control and addressing someone as daddy made his insides twist pleasantly.
" Daddy." König mumbled to himself, feeling how the word rolled off his tongue. Daddy. Yes. He liked that. A little grin pulled at the corners of his lips.
"Oh, you're a daddy's boy, are you ?" Price's voice was intoxicating. His smile was soft and easy, and addicting. König found himself pushing his face against the plush flesh of his thigh. He felt his mind slowly slipping. Adjusting, almost, to this new role. Yes. Yes, he was a daddy's boy. A little whine escaped his lips.
"Hey, don't start slipping on me yet. Lets go over some small things, then. You answer with a simple yes or no."
König nodded, looking up at price from his place between his legs.
"Impact play ?"
"Hmm... Nein, at least for now."
"Degrading ?"
"Yes, bitte."
"Praise ?"
"Ja."
"Bondage ?"
König nodded.
"Feminisation ?"
König paused, and felt his face flush deep red. That was one of his deepest fantasies that he never told anyone. The idea of being forced to wear a miniskirt. The idea of being called princess. He found his hips involuntarily rutting against the floor beneath him.
"Ohhh, you're a little girl-boy, aren't you ? Think I wouldn't be able to tell ?"
König felt a whimper escape his lips, hiding his face away in humiliation.
"Oh, I think you'd make the cutest little slut too, dressed up in a little skirt." Price was pushing every button possible. And fuck, it was getting him hard.
Price sensed he might not be able to continue this conversation productively with his new sub rock hard and whining, so he tapped his thigh, an open invitation for könig to take.
"Are you sure ? I'm... Heavy." König was embarrassed, suddenly feeling far too large against his captain.
Price simply pulled him up onto his lap and mumbled sweetly in his ear, "I might be an old man, pup, but I can still bench press Ghost."
Something about that image, the thought of his captain being strong enough to pull someone like Ghost around made him grind his hips again.
"I'm gonna tell you what I want you to do, and you're gonna do it. Aren't you, pup ?" Price purred , hands exploring königs hips and collarbone lazily. König nodded eagerly. Price flashed an almost predatory grin.
"Good." He smirked , "I want you to sit on my desk and pleasure yourself for me. I want to watch you come undone."
König blushed darkly, shuddering with anticipation. He shakily rose to feet and attempted to undo his belt with fumbling fingers. After a second, the captain helped him and unzipped Königs jeans for him. The tall man sat effortlessly back onto the desk.
Price watched him, face soft and unbothered as he reached for another cigar, but his eyes were practically locked on könig.
With a shaky sigh, the man pulled his cock from his trousers, hiding his face from price despite wearing his hood.
The captain raised an eyebrow in intrigue, softly grasping the other males dick and inspecting it like an item. It made könig feel pathetic. And that made his cock twitch.
"Wow, aren't you a big boy ? That's gotta be at least six and a half inches." Price says nonchalantly, running his calloused fingers along the shaft to feel every vein and bump. "You ever thought about getting a piercing, könig ?" He asked lightly.
"I... Haven't thought about it." He responded, voice shaky as he tries not to gasp or moan.
"I think a Prince Albert would suit you." Price continues, running his hand towards the head until he pinched two fingers between the head of Königs cock and a space further down, displaying where the piercing would sit.
König gasped and bucked his hips at the little surge of pain gripping the head of his dick, whining pathetically.
"You're very vocal too. How cute." The captain finally released him and sat back, crossing his arms and letting his cigar hang from his mouth.
König took that as his cue to start. He gripped his cock softly, beginning to stroke himself. Even dry, it felt better than it ever had. Maybe it was the intense foreplay, or the way Price watched him so apathetically. Unable to contain himself anymore, he allowed little grunts to escape his lips as he sped up his pace. He refused to look at Price for more than a few seconds at a time.
"Mhm, fuck, daddy, bitte-" König whined needily, messily fucking into his own hand.
Price suddenly shifted forward and wrapped a hand over königs, controlling the pace in which he jerked himself off. The sudden heat from Price's hands was sending him quickly towards the edge.
" Go on, puppy, cum for me. Make a mess for daddy." Captain Price purred, and after a few more quick pumps, könig was spilling all over their hands.
König bucked his hips a few more times, basking in the electrifying feeling of his orgasm. Finally, he slouched forward and buried his face in his superiors shoulder, panting like a dog.
"Good boy." Price purred, clean hand coming to pet the back of the man's head, playing with the fabric of the hood.
After a few minutes of heavy breathing and idle praise, Price pulled away and reached into a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a baby wipe, and used it to clean away the mess on their hands, before wiping away any cum that had dribbled down königs dick. The taller man whined loudly at the overstimulation and cold, trying to jerk away.
"Now, now, don't be bratty. I'm just cleaning you up." The captain cooed, free hand petting the others stomach softly.
"You did great, König. Did that feel good ?" He asked, although his tone was more gentle than seductive.
"Shiße, so good. I haven't cum that hard in years." He laughed, Austrian accent thicker in his hazy, post orgasm haze.
Price chuckled lovingly.
"Oh, there's plenty more of that in store, love."