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Krauser had Leon pinned against the mattress, applying sheer strength to the officer's wrists, eliciting a wince and a grit of the teeth. Leon, however, was not going to just give in. He writhed in Krauser's vice grip, with near-futile resistance. His exhausted eyes glistened with a certain terror of being vulnerable— and an even deeper look of desire from that same fact that was simply impossible to hide.
Leon sharply twisted himself in Krauser's grasp with a gasp of exertion, only slipping out for a second before his captain's hands worked with great vigor, only pushing him down harder by the bones on his wrist. Leon's skin was angered with irritation, his eyes slightly lidded now from the exhaustion settling as a weight on his chest.
"Oh, please.. you think you can outsmart me, rookie?" Krauser flaunted, his scarred face growing closer to Leon's in a condescending whisper. "You gotta remember.. I taught you these things in the first place."
Krauser gave a sickening grin down at his apprentice, watching some of the resolve melt away from Leon's eyes with nothing less than pleasure. "Attaboy.. don't forget where you came from," Krauser spoke, more stern, but still carrying that fringe of sleek knowing along the edges, the kind that suggested he knew Leon was getting off on this before poor Leon knew that fact himself. "Now, obey if you know what's good for you."
Leon wasn't fully giving in still, his breath hitching with truths unspoken and worn muscle. "Major Krauser.. let me go. I don't want this—" Leon started to object, his tone firm with wavering undertones of doubt, but he was cut off in a heartbeat. Krauser took his free hand and wrapped it around Leon's throat, squeezing just enough to make him choke out the last air in his lungs. Leon writhed, drool trailing down the side of his face. Even more so, he became noticeably endeared. The way his chest flared and his back arched, and his hips seemed to rock on their own— Krauser noticed it all.
Krauser gave a sly smile, simply contemplating for a moment before finally releasing his hand from Leon's throat. The rookie coughed at sudden air intake, gagging on the past. All the while, Krauser was entirely focused on something entirely new. An initiative to draw out the desire he saw buried deep in Leon's eyes, one that would be so potent that it would make him malleable like clay.
Krauser worked with efficiency while Leon was dazed, fixing his grip on the dirty blonde's wrists, with the blade of his knife unsheathed, sat just between his teeth. And, in a moment's notice, that silver dagger sat directly against Leon's throat. The skin itself had already begun to bruise and redden from Krauser's iron grip, a stark reminder of his raw strength. "You gonna try and object again? Huh?"
Leon remained silent, his inhales remaining shaky and broken. Even as the knife merely sat on the surface of his skin, Krauser knew exactly what he was doing. It was not a threat, but a promise. He pressed the dagger deeper, the soft flesh steadly denting, but with the skin not yet breaking. "C'mon. I want an answer."
Still, Leon didn't speak. Yet, Krauser read something in his gaze. A determination beyond the exhaustion and vulnerability. Something begging for this to go further, just to have an excuse for his blood to spill, and for his eyes to shine with tears, just to live with the fact that it had happened.
"..So be it."
The blade glistened with a malicious sheen, digging even deeper into the tender flesh of Leon's neck, drawing out a heady whine. Blood slowly traced against the metal, trickling in the customs of a marking ritual. Yet, despite everything, he found himself enjoying it so much, and not just for the sexual tension. He wanted to push himself, to prove to his captain that he was the officer to top them all, to save people. And right then, Leon was being so well-behaved for Krauser that all of his thoughts malformed, swept into a wave that he loved this. Not just to prove himself, but for the sheer force of pain, being used.
The realization hit Leon like a physical blow to the ribs, only making his neediness that much more unbearable. Already, he was crumbling, proving to himself that he was not as durable as he thought. Yet, at the same time, he was proving to Krauser that he was the perfect soldier to mold into shape, strong with masochism all while appeasing to his captain. And oh, God, that made him tick. It revealed his whole disposition.
"You like this."
Leon could only gasp needily in response, his hips already uncontrollably hiking upward as his back arched. He had passed a threshold, one containing all of the things he dared not label. And Krauser effortlessly pinpointed them, putting a bullseye on Leon's blatant masochism. Even as he was clearly embarrassed, externally unwilling, his desperate body language spoke entirely otherwise.
Krauser didn't need to say anything more, finally setting his blade aside and feeling Leon's figure through his clothes. Just as something to draw out the humiliation, leave him aching for more. His large callused hands worked deliberately, applying just enough pressure to make out every small quirk in Leon's muscles, and feel every quiver in his figure elicitted when his mentor brushed over it.
Not only was Krauser claiming Leon physically, as well as mentally, but he wanted him psychologically. To rein his mind into where he didn't have full control, to leash him into a realm beyond his understanding, yet thoroughly enjoyed. Krauser leaned down, applying weight to Leon on his chest still holding his hands above his head, and began to aggressively make out with him.
Krauser's hands claimed, as did his lips against Leon's. His tongue slipped into the younger male's mouth, making Leon whimper against him, half-lucid from every sensation that assaulted him at once. Krauser could feel him falling apart right beneath his fingertips, ready to be rebuilt like a piece of art anew. Not only did Leon give in against his will the more it went on, but he was undeniably aroused. The tent in his pants was prominent, as it was with Krauser. Naturally, the captain saw the opportunity, and took it.
Krauser never stopped his assault against Leon's body, confusing his senses and keeping him on a dangerous edge. Only adding further to it, he began to grind excruciatingly slow against the officer's hips, making his muffled whimpers escalate to whines of desperation, ones that would've been proper begs if he could speak. Leon no longer looked for escape now, but something savior-like. It was evident in the way his fingers had curled, his figure stuck arched in submission.
Krauser finally pulled away, both from the kiss and at the hips, simply looking down at Leon and watching the neediness flood his eyes. "Yeah.. that's a good boy," Krauser praised, though it was less syrupy with affection, moreso a cold taunt that reminded Leon of his place. After all, the humiliation ritual had only just begun.
The older male began to strip Leon without warning, elicitting soft shocked gasps from the rookie. Yet, his wriggles of resistance were extremely weak, light with the impression that he was lost in a dream. Krauser wanted to see all of his beloved apprentice, every single ripple of muscle and skin that waned to his very command. He was concentrated, carefully keeping Leon restrained even as his shirt came off over his head— though, Leon was broken in very well by then. The pyre for escape had flickered out.
By the hands of Krauser, Leon was left in nothing but his boxers, wet with precome, only adding to Krauser's curiosity, as if he were some kind of observer; far from it. He was the orchestrator, the commander, the one who absolutely towered over Leon with hands like vice grips and the form of a trained demigod, with piercing eyes like ice shards.
Leon's eyes were half shut as he gazed up at his mentor sweat sheening on his jaw as he slightly panted for breath. His need for satisfacfion was unbearable, awakening like a starving beast every time Krauser even made a slight handling movement. He was ready, and both of them knew it.
Krauser carefully pulled off his shirt, the fabric stretching off of his form with expertise as he still carefully kept Leon restrained. He could see the way that Leon immediately perked up further, his pupils desperately flitting across his captain's bare form just to get a good luck before the haze of desperation returned.
"Major.." Leon whispered, barely forced out of his throat as his body betrayed him once more.
"Oh? Finally decided to use your words, boy. C'mon, speak."
Truth be told, Leon didn't know why he asked for Krauser, like an unnamed objective in his mind with no true purpose. In that prospect, he dissected the next most lucid thing in his foggy mind.
"I want you.." He whined, feeling the humiliation flood through his veins almost immediately, painting his face in a rosy red. Regardless, it was far too late for withdrawal. Krauser tilted his head like a stalking predator in the forest, watching some of Leon's final layers crumble right then and there with an intense satisfaction humming in his chest.
"I know," Krauser hummed. His fingers worked with careful skill, tracing slowly up Leon's thigh, settling at the waistband on his boxers. He stripped Leon of the last thing hiding his undeniable arousal, with the rookie cop uncontrollably leaking. He panted for breath, his teeth in a constant grit of lustful shame. Krauser hummed, his eyes narrowing as his focus shifted to Leon's entrance. He sighed, readying two large fingers and watching a blend of absolute horror and unbridled desire play out on his apprentice's face as he realized what was happening. "Let's see just how much I can bend you 'til you break."
Krauser leaned further over, chest to chest, and forced his fingers into Leon. Immediately, the young cop's breath hitched. Krauser naturally remained in heavy stature over him, toned and torn with war. He continued his onslaught without allowing a single breath for his apprentice, who was twisting and writhing beneath him, whining at the top of his lungs. Some part of it was denial, a hope for escape. Within that, the other half seemed to be so submissive he couldn't help but let his noises slip.
"Oh, yeah.. you're being broken in wonderfully, aren't you?" Krauser teased in a drawl, bending another finger outward and driving it deep. "Gotta make sure you're nice and loose. Can't have a good soldier snapping under pressure."
Leon attempted to snarl in protest, tears forming in his eyes. Yet, all that escaped was a strained whimper. The noise pleased Krauser, eliciting a sadistic grin. "Look at you, you fucking whore. You can't even muster up a noise that'll do you any good." He continued his motion, steady and strong inside of his apprentice, making sure Leon was well ready for the next step in their encounter.
"You and I both know very well that you want this. Deep down, in that filthy mind of yours. You want me to destroy you, just to see how far you get. Just to enjoy yourself from it too. You dirty little bitch," Krauser drawled, his voice deep with something malicious, yet fueled by pride and lust.
Leon melted, feeling the last of his resolve slip away. His resistance flayed like cut paper, fading into the background as all of the fight suddenly felt no need to activate anymore. He was entirely stupid, his mind melded temporarily— some part, permanently— into the exact shape that Krauser wanted: a submissive officer, one who would bite back just to be taken down again.
The air was filled with an undeniable heat, lewd and suffocating as Krauser finally withdrew his fingers, watching Leon exhale in a half-witted relief, almost instinctual. But, both of them knew that was only part of the job, especially with the way that Leon gazed up at Krauser. Something in those glassy eyes, so fractured and desperate, made the captain twitch.
"If I let go of your wrists, you must obey. Or.." Krauser trailed off, simply picking up his knife once more and holding it up, a silent threat. Even then, Leon didn't seem to perturbed, almost implying that he would act out just to be cut again if he wasn't already so far gone. Krauser slowly released his grip, with Leon's wrists being bruised and irritated red, aching with a dull pulse. He didn't even try to move from his spot, his arms remaining still above his head on the mattress. His breaths were shallow, like some kind of dirty animal in heat.
In Leon's foggy vision, Krauser readied himself. He straightened his position, aligning himself with his pet. His hands were on Leon's knees, spreading his legs far apart as he remained entirely malleable and obedient. He was aware of Krauser, but not of himself, or how needy he looked. Not one bit. With a final inhale, and no proper warning, Krauser forced himself into Leon, and began thrusting at an agonizingly slow pace.
Leon gasped loud, throwing his head back as his mentor began to move with deliberate force. Krauser was throbbing, gritting his teeth as he leaned further onto Leon, their chests touching once more. He sheened with sweat, his skin rubbing against the younger male's in a sickening rhythm. He pushed in close, tracing his tongue across the wound on Leon's neck in a tantalizing and wet tease.
He could no longer even attempt to keep the noise down. He whined beyond any threshold like he had ever reached, gasps from deep within his chest that escalated to frantic cries. The first droplets fell from his eyes, gleaming in the low light against his flushed cheeks. He broke a new barrier between the two of them, his fingers flying up to Krauser's back and gripping for dear life.
At first, Krauser almost stopped Leon by instinct. But, no. He devised every last part of this, including the magnetic attraction that Leon would have toward him when he was conditioned enough. Clearly, it was working just as he had deduced. Whether by force or obedience, Krauser would get what he wanted, especially out of Leon.
The rookie convulsed, gasping for breath, his entire body alight with a storm of flamingsensation and blunt pain. The penetration wasn't smooth nor concentrated, leaving his waist aching with a throb that only amplified itself with each steady hump. Even more so, all feelings were welcome in his broken mind, even desired. Krauser gripped Leon's waist with a firm hold, with the rookie's hands raking desperately across Krauser's muscular back.
Leon felt his core being pleasurably tormented, every movement bringing him closer to a shameful feeling that made him whine louder. Krauser was relentless, just slow and precise enough to hit that spot within Leon that made him whimper and drool again and again. He couldn't control himself one bit. A yell tore from his throat in a frantic sob of delight, cutting through the space as he reached a premature orgasm, solely from his prostate being hit. He could hardly catch his breath, with Krauser barely wavering in his pace.
"Couldn't even wait, huh? It's such a treat to see you fall apart," Krauser teased between movements, panting slightly as some of his platinum blonde locks fell out of place. "Look at you, pet. So pliable.. so fuckable."
Tears streamed down Leon's face as Krauser aimed to go impossibly deep. He wanted Leon to feel absolutely everything. Physically stretching around his mentor, bending to his every single twisted desire and liking it. Leon's nails continuously dug into Krauser's skin, leaving red trails in their wake. Their power dynamic was near opposite, but in more ways than either of them expected to manifest.
As Krauser pulled himself back upwards, his posture straightened, the size and brutality of him was so contrasting to Leon that a noticeable bulge remained visible from Leon's stomach. It continuously pressed relentlessly against his insides, making every feeling burn of fire and euphoria, even with his body limp on nothing but reflex. Krauser, of course, took further advantage.
He slowed his thrusts just slightly, resting his free hand on Leon's abdomen. "Oh? You like that? Being used, pushed beyond your limits?" Krauser mockingly asked, even knowing he wouldn't get any legible answer. Without warning, he harshly pressed down on Leon's stomach, directly on the bulge that assaulted the officer's body. Leon cried out with an uncontrollable sob, echoing through the room with a shrill desperation.
"Yeah.. that's what I thought. You slut," Krauser spoke lowly, knowing full well that Leon would get off on it no matter what he said anymore. Even then, he needed his own gratification, just to really drive it into Leon's head exactly what his purpose was here. He increased his pace, keeping that same precision, watching Leon convulse and cry, his fingers gripping the sheets with intensity.
Krauser quickly became relentless, only getting off further on Leon's overstimulation and pathetic nature. But, he knew what would make it better. At the end of it all, Leon was still his to pleasure as well as meld into shape. His large hand came up to Leon's erection, still stubbornly aroused, and begun to stroke with torturously slow motions.
At once, Leon felt everything in his body double. All of the feelings already killing him in the most pleasurable way were now a wave of neediness and pain, all blending together in a storm of desperation as he cried out with shrill whimpers. His chest heaved, with drool and tears streaming down his face nonstop. His hands flew to Krauser's scarred biceps, tightening mindlessly as he felt himself approaching a second climax, much more concentrated and intense than the first. He could hardly gasp anymore, only held back by his own body's pure exhaustion.
Krauser was at his own edge, his thrusts going slightly off course with the speed he sought to pleasure himself. And with one final forceful movement, he reached his peak, growling low like something beastly as the pleasure assaulted him in strong waves. Leon was no exception; in fact, he came shortly after Krauser, just lucid enough to get off on the feeling of being filled like a fucktoy. He inhaled shakily, his cries ebbing away slowly but surely as the two of them finally came to a standstill.
Leon's cum dripped down Krauser's chest slick with sweat, the two of them respectively panting for breath as the air stopped. Krauser withdrew, leaving Leon leaking onto the covers, his body already relaxing somewhat without constant strain. Even then, he was beyond wracked, leaving only pain in the wake of their shared pleasure.
Krauser placed a hand on Leon's face, rubbing away some of the lingering tears on his face. "Not bad, rookie. Not bad."