He rushed down immediately after work. The clock had just struck seven. He looked fresh, and as usual a big smile on his face. I was happy to see him too. It's been at least two years since our last session. Both of us had been very busy juggling struggling (pun intended) with work and part-time study. I was really happy to see him again, I remembered how he would text me after each session to say how much he loved it when I played with his "little thing".
He hadn't changed much and looked pretty much the same, except his hair was longer now. He had done away with the military-style crew cut. But his eyes still sparkled with the innocence and excitement of a child. I could feel that he couldn't wait for us to get started. After all, it had been a long two years wait due to conflicting schedules.
We had a short chat and caught up with each other's lives over a shared bottle of beer. I was already in my military uniform (as requested by him earlier) and he had brought along his set to change into. Once we were both dressed up in our pixelated green military wear, I told him to stand by the wall with hands behind his back. I proceeded to blindfold him, and add a set of ear muffle to drown out the background noise. Holding his lean torso in my arms, I began fondling him, as he tilted back his head and let out a soft moan.
I remembered we had 3-4 sessions together previously, mostly during late nights after my folks were asleep. Sometimes he would drive us to the nearby park and we would have a night run together. Often followed by fondling and light fun inside his car. Back then, he had just completed his National Service (conscription) and was very lean with visible hard abs.
He loved it when I caressed him. He knew I always gave him a good treatment. But not tonight. I told him that he had slacked off. His lack of time due to his busy work and study schedule was no excuse for not working out as hard as before. I grabbed my cane and beat his torso with the rattan. He jumped as I dished out the punishment on him. I would also pinch hard on his nipples or attached clothes pegs to his nipples, causing him to moan and groan non-stop.
I got him to bend over my knees and spank his ass with my rattan cane. My hand reached underneath to grab his crotch. I could feel his throbbing hardon. Seemed like inflicting a bit of pain on him was causing him to feel really 'high'.
I remembered a pre-session conversation that we had the week before, it went something like this:
Him: What will we be doing on Thursday?
Me: The usual. Cum control and bondage. I want you in your khaki beret. This time will be more like a prisoner-of-war (POW) torture session.
Him: But you'll be nice to me right?
Me: No, not this time. You've been very notti. You've skipped training for a long time, giving excuses because of your busy schedule.
Him: Oh, but.. but I'm really busy with work and school. What can I do to suffer less?
Me: No cumming for you starting this Saturday, all the way till next Thursday.
Him: Wow, that's 6 days! Not sure if I can hold that long. I probably will cum easily on Thursday.
I was sitting on the chair and planted the petite Guards commander on my lap. I loved it when he sat on my thighs, I could play with him like a master puppeteer. I reached for the camouflage-design scarf. Removing the blindfold he was wearing, I replaced it with the camouflage scarf. It had small holes and allowed him to see himself with the full length mirror which I had placed in front of us.
I enjoyed pinching his nipples; this caused him to moan non-stop. And I would give his cock and balls some slapping from time to time, making him jump every time the CBT hit him. He would reach behind and pinch my nipples as revenge.
After mutual nipple torture for some time, I freed Pinocchio from my lap. Getting him to stand by the wall, I stripped off his pixilated uniform top, duct taped his eyes, and put the khaki beret on his head. [The insider joke in the military is that the Guards are underpaid Commandos but overpaid infantry. And the khaki beret is the proud symbol of the Guards elite force, known for their heliborne abilities.]
I freed his hands from bondage and ordered him to entertain me by playing with his own nipples. I gave him my pair of gym gloves to add more sensation to his self play. He was moaning like a slutty boy as his nippples were being teased by his own hands. The scene was too hot for me to resist. Soon, we were engaging in mutual nipple play again.
I wasn't sure who was moaning louder during the mutual nipple playing, but I found myself on my knees, sucking the "precious little thing" of this Guards commander. Displaying his authoritarian side, he pushed my head towards him, forcing his dick deeper into my mouth. I could taste the sweet and saltiness of his precum. By now, my dick was throbbing inside my shorts. Being shorter, I made him stand on a chair so I could suck him comfortably while in high-kneeling position.
Extremely horny with a 6-day cum balls, he was ready to blow his load anytime. We paused for a break to drink some water and to use the toilet. We drowned a shot of tequila each, and I could feel the blood rush through my body.
When we were back in my room, I immediately threw him onto the bed, and sucked on him like a hungry baby craving for a milk meal. Within minutes, he was getting close. He shouted and cried twice, "I'm cumming.." Ignoring his plea and warning, I continued to work my mouth and tongue on his little thing and sucked till he cummed, shooting his thick, creamy cum load inside mouth.
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