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“Kennedy’s got the flag!”
“Get him!”
Laughing for the first time in a few days, partially because of this Capture the Flag game major Krauser orchestrated, Leon Kennedy sauntered in the ferns and promptly disappeared from the opponent team’s sights. He kept as quiet as possible until—
Until a beefy pair of arms snatched him from behind.
“Gotcha, rookie,” the man spoke right in his right ear, gravelly tenor going straight to Leon’s loins.
Leon dropped the flag. “Major Kr—”
Krauser slapped his large hand over Leon’s mouth. “Shhh. Keep it down. Don’t want the rest of the squad to know, huh?” the major deadpanned. The rookie rolled his eyes and scoffed against his head, confirming Krauser’s words in his usual smart-ass ways.
He dragged Leon back to the edge of the camp and roughly pushed him face-first against the fence. The chain link rattled under Leon’s weight, but the smaller man paid no mind to it, marveling at the man’s strength. He looked over his shoulder and shot Krauser a shit-eating grin, before the same large hand that clamped over his mouth settled on his shoulder.
Something just below Leon’s untucked t-shirt drew Krauser’s attention. Sticking out from the waistband of his camo pants, a baby blue band, too thick and soft-looking to be boxers or briefs. Leon arched his back and Krauser, still fixated on his rookie’s beautiful round ass, caught sight of another band. White background, two small yellow circles over another, bigger—
Bear ears?
Is he wearing—
A diaper?
Krauser’s playful smile turned into a lewd grin.
Guess I captured myself a ‘little’ rookie.
He remained quiet for a moment, now focused on Leon’s neck. He didn’t wanna spook the rookie. Something about cute lil’ diapered twinks turned him on — same for the competent rookies he trained over the years. Those pretty boys with the pretty blue eyes and disarmingly charming smiles, the same pretty boys who would turn around and send their opponents flying with a well-aimed roundhouse kick.
Rookies just like Leon.
Krauser slowly lowered his hand from Leon’s shoulder, down to his back, his waist, and finally cupped his ass.
Leon gasped and tensed under his touch, his eyes wide, his mouth agape.
Fear.
“Calm down, rookie,” his grin softening a tad. “Y’know, you’re—”
“Listen, Major, I can explain—”
“What I’m trying to say is that it’s fine, rookie. A bit more than fine,” he whispered, his erection tenting his own pants and grinding on Leon’s padded ass. “I’m being honest, if you can’t tell already,” he added with a light chuckle.
Leon let out a soft, nervous laugh, his cheeks bright red and his breath shaky. He pressed his body further into the chain-link fence, and his own hardening cock into the soft padding of his diaper. His skin covered in goosebumps as Krauser’s hot breath washed over his neck. And when Krauser kissed his earlobe, Leon’s heart skipped a beat.
“Relax, rookie.”
Krauser wrapped his arms around Leon’s waist, then unfastened his trainee’s belt and pants with ease. He pushed the camo material down, revealing the rookie’s diaper in full. White, with baby blue accents and yellow teddy bears playing with toys. Bingo.
“M—Major!”
“Cute,” he crooned in Leon’s ear, roaming the rookie’s ass with his left hand. Krauser couldn’t wait to hear him moan, to feel him clench and writhe under his weight.
No doubt the rest of his rookies kept hunting the flag down. Maybe even found it. Good.
He dove into a pocket simply to feel for his lube, then presented his right-hand fingers to Leon’s mouth. The boy wrapped his lips around them and eagerly sucked, short whines and moans passing the corners of his mouth.
So beautiful, a pretty diapered boy with fingers in his mouth. Krauser would be better pounding him against a mattress while the rookie sucking on a pacifier, a baby bottle or better, another cock. But goddamn if Krauser didn’t find the contrast between Leon’s military fatigues and cutesy diaper endearing — endearing and arousing.
His digits still in Leon’s mouth, Krauser used his other hand to unfasten one side of the rookie’s diaper. Met with such a perfectly round asscheek, he squeezed and kneaded the first flesh a few times before withdrawing from Leon. He pulled out the lube again and smeared some over his fingers, then pressed them to the pretty boy’s asshole, circling around the tender, puckered flesh before sliding one in.
Leon gasped and clenched over the digit. “Major!” he called out in a loud moan — loud enough for Krauser to cover the rookie’s mouth with his left hand.
“Shhh. Keep quiet,” the major repeated. Frankly, he’d have given quite a lot to hear Leon scream and moan, but not enough to lose his job over it. “I’ll find you a pacifier gag during our next time off.”
Nodding, the rookie shivered against his chest.
He pressed a second finger over Leon’s tight little ass and slithered it inside, twirling, scissoring and prodding at the rookie’s soft walls. Leon let out muffled moans as Krauser prepared him, long, thick digits repeatedly coming in and out of him. A third in — the rookie bucked against them, his movements eager. Made Krauser’s cock twitch even more.
Without a word, Krauser removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock, then pushed inside. Slowly at first, until Leon adjusted to the intrusion, and the major hilted himself in him, one side of his cock brushing against the half-unfastened diaper. Perfect.
He started off with languid thrusts, but images quickly flooded his head. Leon sucking his thumb and bouncing on his lap, playing with toys while Krauser fucked him hard, bending over to show off his cute padded ass. Morning wood tenting pretty baby blue diapers and footie jammies. How in hell he got this particular rookie assigned to him, he didn’t know, but Krauser didn’t want to question it either. He simply reached for the front of Leon’s diaper and palmed at the younger man’s erection, through the soft teddy bear-adorned material.
“Fuck, rookie,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Leon shook in pleasure. He bucked against Krauser, trying to get the major’s cock as deep inside of him as possible. It stretched him so damn well, hit is prostate with every thrust. And the major finding him hot in diapers?
Training just took a hell of a turn, he thought, his lips turning up in a lewd grin against Krauser’s hand.
He reveled in the major’s smell, his grasp on the front of his crotch, his warmth, his strength. Krauser pinned him to the fence, and fuck, he loved it. Leon moaned, grinding his hips, his cock leaking pre-cum in his diaper’s padding. Couldn’t wait for Krauser to come and fill him with his seed.
“Good boy,” Krauser whispered in his ear. “Come for me, huh?”
His words sent Leon over the edge. He came hard in his diaper, the sensation climbing through the roof as Krauser filled him with loads of warm cum. He shivered and whined, his legs weak, his knuckles white as he clung to the fence for dear life.
“Yeah, that’s it, rookie. Good boy.”
Krauser didn’t disengage right away. He remained sheathed in Leon, hot breath washing over the rookie’s neck and ear. Felt Leon shake and breathe, clench and relax, felt his erection slowly wane through the padding. Finally, he freed Leon’s mouth — the rookie sighed in relief.
Leon rested against the fence for a brief moment, then reached down to put his diaper back in place.
Krauser stopped him.
“I got ya, rookie.”
The massive man kept his eyes on Leon’s perky ass as he fastened the teddy bear-covered diaper, and took the opportunity to squeeze it with both hands.
“So—what now, Major?” Leon asked, turning around to face Krauser.
“Well, I got a whole tent to myself. I could use a little help with it sometimes. Little boys like you turn me on, and I’m a hands-on person,” Krauser chuckled. “I could be your Daddy.”
Again, Leon blushed. “Yeah—yeah, I could use a Daddy.”
Krauser moved back to give Leon some space.
“Good. And uh—I’m giving you a ten-second head-start to bring that flag back to your team.”
The rookie’s eyes went wide. “Uh—”
“Ten—”
Leon scurried to put his pants back in place, zip them and fasten his buckle.
“Nine—”
He then darted towards the flag, then ran back out into the jungle.
“Eight—!”
Today’s a fucking great day, he mused as he jogged back to his team. He wouldn’t pass out on Krauser’s offer. He’d get the major to fuck him once more — and then some.
Maybe he’d even find cuter diapers.