Fuck, Xavier mentally cursed. He smells as sexy as he looked. Fingers pressed deep into his neck making him moan. Greenhawks cocked brushed against the back of his throat. He was in heaven.
“Hands behind your back boy.” Stopped Xavier when he went to touch the man’s cock. “You don’t get the privilege to touch my dick.
But I get to suck you off until you cum. As if reading his mind, a sharp tug on the back of his hair had him being pulled off Greenhawk’s cock. He whimpered in frustration at being taken away from the forbidden fruit he’d dreamed of for weeks.
“Open your eyes.”
Instantly, he snapped his eyes open and was eye level with Greenhawks hard cock. He could see the veins pulsating as the man jerked off his cock. Xavier licked his lips wanting lick the precum weeping at the head. He wanted to feel the man’s cock back into his mouth.
Slowly, Xavier stood to his feet and Greenhawks hands slipped from his neck. He still hadn’t moved his arms that were clasped on his lower back.
“Strip and do it slowly.”
Xavier didn’t even think about things he did as he was asked. Hearing Greenhawks lust filled commanding voice making him hard. It might have been a long time since he had sex, but this was different. There was something happening, and he was going to fight it. He felt it from the first time they met, and the man scared the shit out of him
“Something wrong with your hands?”
“No sir,” he answered immediately and waited for the I work for a living recruit. This time it didn’t happen, but he also saw the spark in Greenhawks eyes at being called sir. The kind a dominant got when a submissive said the word.
Is Greenhawk a dominant?
Xavier started unbuttoning his clothes slowly.
“Do you know what’s happening?” Greenhawk asked him. Xavier nodded as his shirt fell to the floor. “Use your words boy.”
Xavier lips trembled. “Yes, s. . .”
“Behind these closed door and when no one is around, you may refer to me as Sir.”
“Do you know the rules of the BDSM community?”
“Yes, Sir.” Xavier took off his t-shirt dropping it to the floor. He was about to unbutton his pants next.
“Stop, clasp your fingers behind your neck,” Greenhawk said stopping him. “What are the rules?” He stood to his feet and stood in front of him. His hard cock still hanging out of the front of his pants.
Xavier complied instantly. “Safe, sane, and consensual.”
Greenhawk walked behind and rest his hands lightly on Xavier’s hips. “What are your safe words?”
Xavier closed his eyes and tried not to think of the warm fingers lightly rubbing against his hips. Greenhawks hot breath ghosting across his arms. Fuck, he’d never been so turned on.
“Talk to me boy, or everything stops now.”
“Red,” Xavier said quickly. “Red to stop, yellow to pause, and green to continue.”
“Good,” Greenhawk praised him and he felt as if he’d won a million dollars.
“Were trained, or do you just play?”
He stepped in front of Xavier and tweaked one of his nipples causing him to hiss in pain and pleasure.
“Play,” he answered when his nipple was tweaked again.
It was as if he’d said the word red, Greenhawk removed his hand and stepped back. He tucked his cock back into his pants then sat down. “I’m not looking for someone to play with.”
Shit, if I knew it was a fucking interview I would have said trained.
“What do you want, Sir?”
“That’s a trick question isn’t it? If I said trained, you will tell me you want me to be your dom and to train you for me, just so I can fuck you.” He leaned back in his chair. “I don’t mind training a new submissive. But I don’t want someone who thinks I’m into games. Put your shirt back on.”
Xavier picked up his shirt and pulled it on. “I. . . “
“I want you to think about a few things over the next few days and get back to me. I’m not like all the men you’ve played with. I’m the real deal. I’m a dominant, I get pleasure in seeing my submissive come undone by my hand. I live by a set of rules that goes beyond being in the Navy. If you think you want to stop playing and experience the real thing, let me know and we will work on building something together.” He stood and grabbed Xavier by the back of his neck and pulled him close. “Make no mistake once you become mine you will never belong to anyone else.” He released him and stepped back. “Return to your ship and tell your APOC to come and see me.”
He sat in his chair and turned facing the door as nothing just happened between them. His cock was hard as a rock and he cursed himself for not realizing there were stipulations. Most dominant men he was with loved playing and hated commitments. They would rather spank him lightly and fucked him hard as their real punishment. He knew about BDSM and the lifestyle they led. He heard that most dominants had strict rules for their submissive.
“Why are you still standing there? Do as you're told.”
He jumped at being scared out of his musing. “Yes, Senior Chief.” He dashed out of the man’s office and to his barracks. He really had a lot to think about. He had a feeling he wasn’t being asked for more than just his submission.
Nick threw his pen down in anger, he couldn’t believe that he was going to take a boy without asking the basic fucking questions. It was his rule to never take on a new submissive that only played for fun. He wanted to be in love, but he wanted the control of how he loved. He didn’t not play games with his career and he refuse to play games in his real life. He also wanted his subs to come to him on their own. It had to be their choice to be tied to him. He was not an easy dominant and required absolute submission. The submissive was giving him his trust to take him to new heights, and to care for them. To ensure that he wouldn’t put them in danger whenever they were in a scene. Closing his eyes, trying to calm his thoughts, his cock was still hard. He can still feel the boy’s lips wrapped around his cock. He wanted more. He opened his eyes when there was a knock on his door.
Channing walked into his office and stood in front of his desk.
“You wanted to see me Senior Chief.”
“Yes, stand at ease, Channing.” The recruit did as he was ordered relaxing his stance. “Why didn’t you come to me?”
“I. . .”
“Let me warn you now don’t lie to me.”
“My fiancé is pregnant and is about to have our first child and I needed to make sure she was doing okay.”
Nick relaxed in his chair he cannot sympathize with the recruit, but he could not let the infraction go. “Hand me your pin.” He held out his hand waiting for the young man to hand him the insignias that showed he was the APOC of the division. It took a while for the man to hand them to him. Nick set them on his desk and continued with what he had planned. “You will report here every night unless you are in training to speak with your fiancé for thirty minutes. When is the baby due?”
“In two months.”
A little after they graduate. “Depending on where you go for training you will be there to see you child being born.”
“That’s my hope, senior chief.”
“Good. You may go back to your barracks.”
Channing nodded and turned but stopped. “Is it right for me to ask how you knew it was me?”
“You told me.”
“Your body language when I asked you to name the culprit. You have a tell when you lie.”
Channing looked down knowing the truth of Nick’s words. “Thank you, senior.”
Nick sighed and shook his head. He understood Channing worrying about his family. But he and Dave tried to have an open-door policy that the recruits can come and talk to them.
I guess we aren’t doing a good job if Channing felt he had to hide phone calls to his fiancé. I guess we need to work on that.
“Thanks for not ratting me out,” Channing said to Xavier. He’d noticed when the other guy came back he didn’t have his collar devices on when he returned.
“I wouldn’t do that. It’s keeping my mouth shut that got me in here in the first place.”
“What do you mean?”
Xavier sighed. “I was busted by an undercover cop when I went with my friend to buy some weed. While I didn’t narc on anyone my friend did and here I am. The judge gave me five seconds to decide what I wanted to do with my life. And here I am.”
“Shit, and here I thought you was just an ass kisser.” He smiled hearing the laughter in Channing’s tone.
“Trust me, Greenhawk and Robert’s hate me.”
“I don’t doubt that. The amount of times you’ve hit the deck, I’m afraid one day I’m going to wake up one day and find you asleep in the push up position.”
“Me too,” Xavier said with a smile. “So besides taking away your APOC position what else happened?”
“Thar’s it, I get to call my fiancé every night in the office.”
“So, he takes away one thing you earned for another thing you’re going to get.”
“Yeah, but I’m not that angry about the demotion. One thing I’m learning is I’m not ready for the leadership role.”
“I wonder who he’s going to pick next?”
“I don’t know we just have to see.”
Both he and Channing instantly stood in front of their rack as well as the others. Both senior chiefs walked into the room and stood in silence.
“It’s come to my attention that one of you broke the rule and our trust to leave you alone.” He walked down the middle of the barracks and looked at each face. “We’ve decided to pick a new APOC.”
Roberts slowly walked back up towards the front and again looking in everyone’s face. Xavier wasn’t sure what the man was looking for, it’s not like the man didn’t see them every day. If the recruit commanders had a personal life, he couldn’t say because they were there day and night.
“Senior chief Greenhawk and I have decided to give it to someone who we think deserves it and shows that he has potential leadership skills.”
He stopped in front of Jackson who was standing beside him. Roberts touched his collar and Xavier could feel the guy beside him tense up. He liked Jackson, but he’s not a leader. The guy jumps at his own shadow. He could tell the other recruits felt the same way. They all liked Jackson, but he was a pushover a nice guy, but no backbone. Xavier sighed in relief and he was sure everyone else did as well when Roberts turned away from Jackson and stood in the center of the barracks.
Fuck, he was drawing this shit out.
“I’m proud to see him grow as a person and hopefully one day as a leader in the United States Navy.”
Roberts turned to Xavier and smiled in his face. No. . . no . . .he chanted in his head. What the hell is he doing? I’m not a fucking leader! Xavier wanted to yell that out, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t decline it either. He wanted to look at Greenhawk and wondered if this was his idea. If this was his way to sway him to be his boy well it won’t happen. He was promise time to think about things and that’s what he was going to do.
He was pulled back from his thoughts when his collar was pulled. Roberts chuckled. “Yes, Carter, I know what the fuck I’m doing, and I think you will make an excellent leader.”
“I’m glad someone does, because I don’t,” he said out loud before his brain could catch up with his mouth.
Fuck, he mentally cursed has he went into the push up position.
THE CHEIF'S BOY
Xavier Carter life changed when he made one stupid mistake. At the age of twenty, he should have a purpose in life. After starting college, he realized it wasn’t for him. Ignored by his parents Xavier lashes out by hanging out with the wrong kind of people to gain their attention. But the one time he wasn’t looking for trouble shit goes wrong and not in a good way, it all boiled down to being at the wrong place at the wrong time when he was arrested and standing before a judge who gave him the option before he banged his gavel. Jail or the United States Navy.