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The floor below him began to dissolve as Krauser landed a powerful blow to the floor. His piercing mutated hand almost caught on the cuffs of Leon's clothing. Holy shit Leon thought as he fell into the ruins of the castle. Krauser was alive, accepted the virus mutation, and had become some advanced, powerful human being. This is not how I imagined this job would go he thought to himself as he begrudgingly got up. Now was not the time to ponder about Krauser at the moment- even though he usually thinks about him- he had to defeat Krauser.
Leon groaned as he got up. His injuries were minor, but knowing Krauser, he'd have to find some herbs so he could be at 100%. A memory flashed in his mind from his rookie days. Krauser and him were stationed at the beach and the major burnt himself on the fire he made on accident. Noticing Leon's reaction, he chuckled and said, "Even the slightest injury can give someone the upper hand in a fight." Leon flushes at the memory, remembering how he barely registered what his major said and was instead hell-bent on staring at his muscular, well-tanned chest.
"Time to finish...your training," Krauser eerily stated as Leon got up and started looking around. It was extremely dark all around him, and he could barely see without a flashlight. Leon hastily reloaded his pistol and made sure his shotgun was the first thing he could grab. Then he started walking, trying to find a way back to the surface.
He had to be careful, Krauser could be anywhere.
"Witness the power!" his voice echoed through the rubble, leaving Leon on his toes. The edge- the grumble- in his voice had ignited a feeling inside of him he hadn't felt in a long time. Leon wasn't going to lie, he thought Krauser was attractive the moment he saw him. He believed it was just because he thought he was cool and how well-built he was, but once Krauser praised him for how good his shooting was, Leon got the hint on what the 'feeling' was.
Although, Leon wasn't the innocent, naive rookie anymore. The one that Krauser knew. He was going to show him how much he's changed, how much he's improved.
"You've lost it completely, Krauser," the blonde retorted as he started lightly jogging down the hallway.
All of a sudden, a swift movement of flesh appeared around the corner. It almost caught him off guard, but his training paid off. He quickly shot the creature in the leg and parried the attack. The movement made him stumble back a bit, realizing it was Krauser. 'Damn he's fast' Leon's mind immediately went to something inappropriate, but shook his head to get back into the game. He had to get out of here. Now.
Part of the way for him to cope is to come up with witty one-liners. Who doesn't like them? Leon thinks they're pretty funny, and this is the only time he'd ever be able to say something demeaning to Krauser.
"So that's your true power?" Leon snickered at what he could come up with. "Oh, I'd ask for a refund." It was just some light teasing, something to rile up the major. It would be so much more satisfying to say it before he killed him, but oh well. He heard some footsteps behind him and instantly turned around. Krauser was running circles around him. It scared Leon for a minute because he had to be constantly on the edge.
"You're gonna regret that smart mouth of yours," Krauser taunted from a distance. Again, Leon's mind went to something completely different as Krauser said that retort. The man kept on saying things that his dirty mind went to. It's not his fault, okay? Seeing Ada again has left him more pent-up than ever. He has a kink for the dominant type.
Leon continued to make his way through the crumbling castle. On his way, he found some handgun ammo as well as some herbs. With these items, he healed up quickly so that he could face Krauser head-on. As soon as Leon drank the herb mixture, Krauser came crashing down from above, some of the rubble crushing Leon.
Oh shit, that hurt.
Leon could barely move after the rocks hit his back. On the floor, struggling to get up, Leon noticed two boots walking towards him. A mutated, grotesque hand titled his chin up. The tip of it almost pierced his neck, making Leon whimper in fear. It can't end like this Leon tried to calm himself down. Try to get the upper hand in a fight Leon reminded himself what Krauser taught him. There was the slightly healed slash on Krauser's chest from their knife fight back in the mines. Leon reached over- shit that hurt- and dug his fingers into the wound.
Krauser fell back, leaving a cut on Leon's cheek. It momentarily stunned the man as Leon was able to quickly spray his wounds and run off to find an exit.
Limping a little, Leon vaulted over a half wall and found a lit-up hallway. He was so happy, it must be the way out.
That's when he realized how fucked he was.
Just as the man was about to limp to freedom, Krauser dropped down from the hole in the ceiling and landed on top of Leon. The man's weight was so unbearable that he could barely breathe. "You're not getting away," Krauser growled as he used his non-mutated hand to shove Leon's head onto the dusty floor. I'm going to die Leon thought as he could feel his heart speeding up at the thought of dying before he could save Ashley.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as Krauser unbuckled his weapon belt, getting rid of anything Leon could use to hurt Krauser. The sharp tip of Krauser's hand glistened in the torchlight. Leon resisted a little bit, in hopes of a weak spot Krauser didn't have much leverage on. The man chuckled darkly, right up to his ear.
"I can't wait to see you writhe!" Krauser exclaimed, his mutated hand right under his neck. Even though Krauser is trying to kill him right now, that's not the first thought Leon has in his head. Jesus Christ, why do the implications of that sound so enticing? Leon knew he was fucked up thinking about his major that way. Give him a break, though. If you've been through a traumatic experience and the only emotional help you've gotten was from a jacked, tall, hot white man, you'd be head over heels for him at some point.
Leon's dick twitched at the idea of Krauser shoving his cock inside of him, making him claw at the ground and squirm under his grasp. He wanted to be manhandled and cared for. The blonde hadn't realized he'd been whimpering insanely loud until Krauser readjusted his position so that he was on his knees behind him. The hand moved away from his head and was instead grabbing his hips.
What?
That's when Leon noticed Krauser staring at the tent in his pants. Krauser was shirtless, his muscles bulging and his eyes staring daggers into Leon's. "Well, well, rookie, I didn't think you were this kind of person," Krauser taunted and lifted Leon to his hands and knees. With no excessive force holding him down, except for the hand on his hips, Leon could escape.
Before he could even attempt to, he's being met with Krauser's blade hand right in front of his eyes. "Try to escape, and you won't get to see your little blonde girl again," Krauser threatened. Leon nodded and let the man continue. To prove his point, he dug a line in the cement with his hand as he brought it back to his side.
He watched as Krauser undid his pants, leaving him naked from the waist down. Leon whimpered, face flushed with embarrassment as his semi-hard cock sprang out from his boxers. Krauser groaned and Leon heard a weird squelching noise but saw it was Krauser bringing his mutated hand back to its original state. "I bet you've dreamed of this moment for years," Krauser started pumping Leon's pathetic member.
The fact that it was partially true is what makes Leon even more embarrassed. It feels so good though. He's been touch-starved for years. The man's touch feels euphoric as his rough, calloused hands slowly caress his now throbbing dick. His hands perfectly fit around it. Leon lets out mewls of encouragement and moves his hips to feel a little bit of friction. "P-Please," Leon hadn't realized he was holding his breath.
"Look at how pathetic you are, coming undone at the touch of my hands on your cock," Krauser laughed loudly, almost insanely, as he continued to stroke his dick to completion. "I bet you'd cry and whimper if any man touched your cock." Krauser grabbed him by the hair and lifted him to look him in the eyes. The strong act of the man yanking him from his hair made him come. He let out a pathetic whimper as he finished on Krauser's hand.
"You are something else, rookie," Krauser said and rubbed the head of Leon's dick a little more. "Now it's my turn to come, don't you think?" Before Leon could respond to him, a thick finger shoved past the ring of his hole. The man's fingers were so long and thick that Leon could barely think. His fingers were as big as the last guy's cock he had sex with. Leon thought that guy was pretty big, leaving him some worrisome thoughts about how big Krauser was.
A groan emitted from the older's throat. "Jesus, this ass of yours is just begging for more," leaning into Leon's ear, "Have you been waiting for me to fuck the brains out of you all these years?" Leon cocked his head to the side to look at Krauser, his eyes wide like a dog's. Leon couldn't stop the sounds that escaped his throat. It felt too good. Good enough for him to forget about how much his knees hurt from digging into the ground and the way his extra pocket ammo is stabbing into his chest.
Leon was already hard again, waiting for something bigger to go inside of him. "God, if you can see yourself right now. You look like a little bitch begging to go for a walk." Krauser had three fingers inside of him and it already felt like he was going to die. "Too..b-big...," It was hard for Leon to talk with the way Krauser's fingers moved around his hole.
Just as he was about to reach his climax, Krauser removed his fingers. Leon moaned at the loss and jerked his hips back so that Krauser's fingers would go back inside of him. "Naughty boy, do you remember what happened to the trainees who misbehaved during our sessions?" Leon watched as Krauser unzipped his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
He was huge.
Like insanely huge.
And long.
Leon remembered how his fellow rookies would be whipped into better shape or have to be punished some other way. "Well...," Krauser trailed off as he took his throbbing cock out of his boxers. The way his hand was already huge and that it barely wrapped around his dick proved for him not to be a real human being. It had to be big because of the virus.
Right?
Anyways, the whimpering, drooling mess of a blonde was shaking as Krauser positioned the head of his cock at Leon's hole. "They got punished," Krauser shoved the head in with a fast thrust, causing Leon to let out a whiny scream. The older man groaned. "Remember, rookie?" All Leon could do was nod and claw at the floor as Krauser continued to slowly push in.
"Fuck, you're tight," Krauser had to grasp onto Leon's hips as he pushed in. Leon looked back and noticed Krauser seemed to be holding his breath, his face contorted into a look of discomfort as he shoved in. Something inside Leon stirred and he had the instinct to spread his legs farther, giving more room for entry. The man let out a pleased sigh as he went inside more easily.
On the other hand, Leon was a moaning, whimpering, squirming mess under the major. Each inch made Leon cry out for anything. "S-Stop, please slow down," Leon shoved his face into his hands as Krauser finally bottomed out. A loud sigh emitted from the man, both of his hands digging into the flesh on his hips. The latter could only whimper desperately at the sensation.
They stayed locked together for a little. Leon started to get antsy as Krauser only made low groans and sighs. "Are you gonna move?" he slurred and regretfully looked back. From Krauser's POV, he probably looked like a pitiful little lamb, impaled on his cock, waiting for whatever he gives him. The man looked deadly. He arched his neck a little bit and let his hat fall off. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to get out of this castle afterward," and Leon felt his whole body flush red as Krauser started moving.
Krauser's movements were erratic. At first, he was so fast that Leon's knees were bleeding from the friction from the ground, but then he slowed down so much to the point that Leon started begging him to move faster.
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Holy shit. Leon's body was just begging for my cock. Let me paint you a wonderful picture of the little brat's physique right now. Imagine a bratty little twink retorts at you multiple times throughout the day, even though you've been his commander for a couple of years. After you disappeared, you have constantly thought about getting back at the little shit for how snug he's been. Then, after being blessed by whatever god there is, you have the bitch underneath you, whimpering and letting out the cutest sounds of pleasure.
His eyes are glossy from tears, and there's drool spilling down his chin, onto his hands that are clawing at whatever grass is sprouting up from the cracks. The boy's back is arched perfectly so that I can see every single curve. Don't even get me started on his ass. It's so bouncy and soft. The way noises he makes when I thrust inside of him are purely orgasmic. Leon has no idea how slutty he looks right now, but I'm going to make him feel it.
I rearrange myself so that I can get a better angle while I pound into him, as well as reposition my hands so that one is gripping his hair and the other is keeping him in place on his hips.
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Leon can't believe what's happening right now. Everything feels so good and weird at the same time. Krauser fucks into him like he means it, and all he can do is lay down and take it. "Look at you, squirming around, I told you I'd make you writhe, didn't I?" Krauser chuckles and quickens his pace. The latter feels himself filling up again, his cock at round 2.
"Feels... good, sir," Leon barely gets the words out as his brain is solely focused on how good Krauser's cock feels inside of him. "Mmmhm, you're such a good boy for me, baby," Krauser slowed his pace down a little bit, changing the position. "If I make you scream right now, will you be a good boy and continue to take it?"
Before Leon could respond to that, he screams so loud his voice cracks. Krauser just hit something inside of him that made him feel so good. No guy has ever made him feel like this before. "Gotcha," Krauser said in a rhetorical voice. "What was that," Leon gasps as the man hits the spot, making him scream again. "That's your prostate, baby boy. Now, be a good boy for your major and take it," Krauser starts to hammer in on that spot, sending Leon over the edge.
His come splatters on the ground, but Krauser doesn't let up. He continues to fuck him through his orgasm. If what he was feeling was already too much, the overstimulation heightened it by 100%. "Wait! Stop! It's too much!" Leon reaches for the hand gripping his head, but it's immediately met with a loud SLASH through the air. Krauser's mutated hand forms again, barely missing Leon by a hair.
Krauser seems to be losing control. "Shut the fuck up. Be a good boy, and don't complain," he retracts his hand again, back to rest on his thigh. Leon feels his hair stand on end in fear. The thought of being sliced up is not fun. All the poor blonde could do was whimper and moan as Krauser continued to fuck him even though he was overstimulated.
Soon enough, Leon feels Krauser's dick start to twitch inside of him. He's close to the edge, and Krauser filling him up with his come was not something Leon thought he'd go through today. "You feel so good, baby, can you take my load?" the older man leaves his head alone and grabs his neck. Leon almost chokes on his saliva at the sudden grip. His fight or flight activated, and he tried to yank his hand away.
"Can't breathe," Leon grasps at the hand on his throat, tears spilling from his eyes. "It's okay, baby, I have everything under control," his thrusts became more erratic, the pace becoming unfollowable. "All you need to do is...," Leon whimpered as he felt oxygen being cut off.
"Take it."
Then Krauser spilled his seed inside of the blonde's ass. The man took Leon's hand and dragged it over his stomach. "You feel that?" The idea of what he was insinuating was so lewd, but made Leon whimper at the thought of being filled up with the major's semen. "That's you taking my load like the good bitch you are." Leon looked over, his eyes red with tears, and a red, angry mark on his neck. He didn't know how to feel. On one hand, it sounded like the man was praising him, but it sounded so mean he didn't know what to think of it.
Then his voice got softer. He leaned over, his dick pushing more inside of him. "You were so good for me, taking everything. You're the first person to be able to take me. You should be proud, rookie." The thought of Krauser being proud of him made Leon forget everything about what happened before, and how Krauser was attempting to kill him. He forgot about Luis, Ashley, and everyone else that he knew.
Part of him figured that Krauser was manipulating him, but the other part hoped he was being sincere.
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Krauser eventually pulled out, some of his come spilling, hitting the floor with a disturbing sound. He was right about one thing, Leon can barely stand up, let alone walk. The blonde pathetically whimpered as he readjusted his position after being on his hands and knees for at least 30 minutes.
As he was about to start putting his pants back on, Krauser grabbed him by the neck. Leon's eyes widened as he was face to face with his superior that just destroyed his ass 20 seconds ago. "See this?" he had a tiny pin that he pointed to on his shirt. "It has a hidden camera in it." Leon's face drained with color. "What?" he shakily asked.
The major grinned cheekily. "Tell anyone about what just happened, and I'm leaking the footage to everyone that you know," Krauser stroked Leon's cheeks, in a disturbing, comforting way. "If you keep it a secret, we could have some more fun together." The thought of having sex again with Krauser made his stomach feel weird. He felt conflicted, yet excited.
So Leon nodded.