Improper use of a Soldier

“Improper use of a Soldier”
Chapter 3
(An “Alliance” universe ficlet)
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(Warning: Possible spoilers for all FF7 game/movie titles)
*Disclaimer: Final Fantasy and all related characters belong to Square-Enix. This fiction piece is strictly a non-profit exercise of creativity and entertainment for people (like me) who can’t get enough of this world and the characters.*
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Zack grunted as his efforts brought him closer to the release he sorely needed. His hand stroked faster and harder along the length of the stiffy Lazard had caused and he broke into a sweat.

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“B-bastard,” Zack gasped, bowing his head. He groaned as the tension finally burst free and he came. It was such a relief that he sprawled gracelessly on top of the lid of the toilet seat. Panting in release, he sat there with his pants unzipped, his knees spread and his softening cock in his hand. He knew he’d gotten some of his mess on his shirt and forearm but he didn’t care.

“Well,” he gasped conversationally to the bathroom, “I guess this means Angeal was right. I must be bi.”

He even wondered if he might lean a little more toward men than women, because he couldn’t remember the last time someone made him that hot so fast. Was it Lazard, or was it the loss of control he felt during the encounter? Would he have gotten that horny if Lazard were a woman?

“You’re mine,” Lazard had said, and that simple statement nearly made Zack’s knees buckle. It was confusing though, because as hot as it made him, Zack’s instincts urged him to drag Lazard to the floor and…well…pretty much do what he’d only ever done with women. It only served to confused the young man’s already bewildered state of sexual identity.

Zack gave up on trying to figure it out, hoping irrationally that the SOLDIER director’s interest in him was just a passing thing that would be forgotten, in time. He showered and changed into his boxer-briefs for bed and he slept fitfully.

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A couple of days passed and Zack dared to think he could put the encounter behind him. He focused on the additional duties that came with his promotion and worked hard to prove himself worthy of future advancement, trying to keep the event out of his mind. Angeal noticed that something was distracting him despite his efforts and Zack almost choked on his juice when his mentor sat down to lunch with him one day and inquired about it.

“You seem troubled by something, Zack,” The First observed as he sliced his lamb cutlets, “Is it the recent promotion, or something else?”

Zack nearly told him about what happened in Lazard’s office. It was on the tip of his tongue but he thought of how his mentor might react to the news and he hesitated. What would Angeal think about him just standing there taking it? He’d probably wonder why he didn’t just say “no” if he wasn’t interested. Besides that, it was embarrassing. Zack couldn’t imagine discussing his personal sex life with Angeal any more than he could imagine discussing it with his parents.

“I guess it’s the promotion,” Zack finally sighed. “I’ll be okay after I get used to it.”

“Just take your time,” Angeal cautioned, “There’s no sense in you rushing yourself.”

Zack nodded, wishing he could tell him the truth. He continued eating and took comfort in his mentor’s presence. Just as he finished and prepared to bus his tray, his cell phone rang. Zack finished his action and put the tray on top of the bin before answering the call.

“Zack Fair, here.”

“Sergeant Fair, report to my office immediately.” Director Lazard’s voice was lazy and confident.

Zack almost pulled the phone away from his ear to stare at it, but he controlled himself and cleared his throat instead. “Uh…is there a problem, Sir?”

“No, there’s no problem,” Lazard sounded somewhat amused. “I merely want to…go over some things with you. Do make it quick.” He ended the call abruptly, leaving Zack standing there with the phone to his ear and a stupid expression on his face.

Angeal approached and Zack hastily put away his phone as the bigger man placed his empty tray on top of the bin. “Something wrong?” asked Angeal.

“Uh, no,” Zack lied. “I’ve just got something I’ve gotta do. See you later.”

Zack made his retreat and he tried to ignore the concerned look on Angeal’s face. Again, he wished that he could tell him what was going on but he wouldn’t know where to begin or even how.

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“You wanted to see me, Director?”

Lazard took his attention away from his computer screen and powered down the machine. “You were prompt. That’s good. Come here, Zackary.”

Zack shifted from foot to foot uncertainly, held back by youthful insecurity. Lazard smiled patiently, familiar enough with the young Soldier to understand his hesitation wasn’t an act of defiance so much as indecision. “Did I or did I not just give you a direct order, Fair?” He said it with calm, gentle authority as if speaking to a skittish animal.

Zack obediently approached and Lazard saw his throat work as he swallowed. Satisfied that his prey was cooperating, the Director pushed his chair away from the desk and swiveled it to face him when Zack circled around the desk to stand before him. He had to choose his actions carefully. On the one hand, giving the young man time to think might allow him to gather his wits enough to consider reporting him for improper use of his authority. On the other hand, if he moved too fast he could startle Zack into fleeing.

“You have an assignment for me, Sir?” Zack was trying very hard to hold his gaze and while he was succeeding, his country accent began to sneak into his speech. Lazard resisted the urge to chuckle with delight. There was something endearing about Zack Fair and he could listen to that nervous drawl all day long, given half the chance.

“Oh yes,” Lazard agreed, letting his eyes roam over Zack’s toned, tall body. “A very important assignment. If you perform well, you’ll find the reward to be most…satisfying.” He motioned for Zack to come closer. He could have easily scooted his chair closer but he wanted to assert his authority over the young man and get him used to following his instructions. As soon as Zack obeyed, Lazard reached out and began to unbuckle his belts.

“Uh, Director,” Zack protested weakly, one hand reaching down to stop him.

Lazard calmly pushed the Soldier’s hand away and gave him a warning look. “I think some restraint is in order, Sergeant. Why don’t you reach into that top drawer beside you and retrieve the cuffs?”

Zack’s expression became predictably incredulous. “I…huh?”

“I thought I spoke quite clearly,” replied Lazard coolly. “Do as you’re told…unless you want me to discipline you for insubordination.”

Zack flinched and fumbled with the handle of the drawer to carry out the order. Lazard continued unbuckling the belts and he watched Zack’s expression from beneath lowered lashes as the Soldier looked into the drawer. Lazard smirked with amusement as Zack’s eyes opened wide. While the young man clearly had sexual experience with women, it was obvious by the fascinated, blushing look on his face that sex paraphernalia was still virgin territory for him.

“How do you like my little collection, Zackary?” Lazard didn’t try to conceal the amusement in his voice. One of the belts hit the floor, quickly followed by the second one.

“’Little’?!” Zack’s amethyst gaze swept over the assortment of butt plugs, vibrating cock rings, fingertip vibrators, condoms, lube, restraints and gags.

Sensing that he was on the verge of fleeing, the Director kept his voice low and soothing. “Relax. I have no intention of using any of my toys on you…at least, not today. We have some exploring to do before we move on to that stage. Now, take the cuffs out and give them to me.”

Zack obeyed and Lazard could feel a slight tremor race through the young man’s body. He stroked his hips in a calming manner and Zack’s tension faded ever so slightly. “Turn around and put your arms behind your back,” instructed the blond as he took the cuffs from him.

Zack obeyed mechanically, seemingly stunned stupid by what was happening. It suited Lazard’s purpose just fine. The Director fastened the cuffs on Zack’s wrist, tightening them enough to hold firmly without causing undue discomfort.

“Yah know Sir, I can break these,” Zack pointed out, “Regular cuffs won’t hold a SOLDIER.” It was the only defiance he dared to muster.

“Oh, I’ve got no doubt,” agreed Lazard with a nod as he guided the other man to turn back around to face him. He gazed up at Zack levelly. “But, you won’t. Not unless remaining bound will put your life at risk and I have no intention of harming you.”

Zack looked put-upon by the observation. “Looks like you got me there,” he admitted, licking dry lips. He jumped when Lazard’s hand cupped his package and fondled it. “S-sir…isn’t this against regulation?”

“Absolutely,” agreed Lazard pleasantly, not pausing in his patient rubbing. He smirked up at the young man and admired the expression of conflicting pleasure and confusion on his face. “You’re hardening quickly, Fair. Somehow, I don’t think you’ll try to report me.” The length of the cock he was stroking grew thicker, longer and harder under his hand. He reached up with his free hand and began unfastening Zack’s pants.

“H-how can you be so sure?” Zack inquired breathlessly. Despite his partial threat to report him, he was unconsciously rocking into Lazard’s touch.

“Because your body is disagreeing with your words,” offered the blond. He raised an eyebrow. “Quite vehemently, I might add.” Lazard’s designer pants were already tenting at the crotch as well and it was difficult for him to resist the urge to take them off and order his captive to fuck him senseless.

~There will be plenty of time for that later. I have to remain in control and take my time, if I want to do this right.~

His sense of control was further pushed to the limit when he finished unfastening the Soldier’s cargo pants and tugged them down over his hips. Zack was well-hung, indeed. His underwear couldn’t quite hold his equipment when he was aroused; the tip of his erection was peeking out of the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. His length and girth were impressive enough to warrant a lot of preparation before anal sex, but not so huge that it would be unbearable to take him in.

“I’m going to enjoy this more than I thought, Zackary.” Lazard slid his hands around the young man’s hips to cup his bottom and he brought his lips to the heart-shaped glans exposed for his pleasure. Zack jumped a little and gasped sharply as he kissed the exposed flesh. A drop of precum emerged from the tiny urethra opening and Lazard brushed his lips over it, smearing it over the silken skin and coating his lips with it.

“M-maybe yah shouldn’t do that, Sir,” Zack said in an unsteady voice. “I’ve had Mako treatments and ah don’t know what…it could…do to…ooohh!”

Lazard ignored him and Zack’s rambling was cut off in a low moan as the Director sucked on the tip of his cock and swirled his tongue around the sensitive slit. Satisfied that he’d stunned the young man into silence, Lazard wasted no time. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of the underwear and pulled the garment down with slow, patient sensuality. He released the head of Zack’s erection from his mouth and studied the young man’s genitals with admiration as he exposed them completely.

“You taste fine, Zack,” Lazard assured his captive with a little smile of appreciation. “A bit zestier than I’m accustomed to, but fine.” He cupped the Soldier’s heavy balls and gently kneaded them, while his other hand gripped the shaft of his erection and began to stroke the length slowly and rhythmically. Zack’s breath caught and Lazard looked up at his face and watched his lips part on a moan.

“You like it, don’t you?” Lazard emphasized his point by twisting his hand back and forth, massaging the thick length it held with skill. Zack grunted softly and his breath quickened. His thighs began to tremble and Lazard realized he might not be able to hold his balance for much longer.

“Lean against the desk, Sergeant,” suggested Lazard. He stopped fondling the other man’s balls long enough to place his hand on his hip and guide him. Once the back of Zack’s thighs were pressed against the desk, Lazard moved on to the next step. He gripped the base of Zack’s swollen cock with one hand and squeezed his ass with the other, appreciating the conflict of soft skin and firm muscle. He closed his lips over the head of the organ and began to take it into his mouth, moving slowly at first to give Zack time to adjust to the sensation.

“Unh…L-Lazard,” panted the Soldier.

The blond chose to ignore the use of his given name and he hummed in satisfaction, stroking the underside of the velvety length with his tongue. He thought Zack could possibly make a good uke for someone eventually. The black-haired fighter seemed to have both seme and uke sensibilities and he was versatile enough to take either role, with proper instruction. Topping him wasn’t what Lazard had in mind, though. A cock like Zack’s should be taken full advantage of and if he was trained to use it right, he could have a partner screaming with pleasure in no time.

Zack began to instinctively hump Lazard’s sucking mouth and the blond let his cock slip out of his mouth and looked up at him warningly. “Be still, Zackary. It’s rude to ram yourself down a partner’s throat without their consent.”

Zack looked a little bewildered. Clearly, etiquette wasn’t something he was used to considering and his fangirls were probably too eager to please him to complain. “Sorry,” he gasped. “Didn’t mean to be…uh…rude.”

Lazard almost smiled. “Discipline. It has its place in more than the battlefield. Just relax and enjoy this, until I instruct otherwise.”

Zack nodded uncertainly and Lazard knew he’d get no further resistance from the young man. He resumed sucking him off, tilting his head and taking him in at different angles to increase the pleasure. He kept a firm grip on the base of his cock with his hand as he worked the hard organ in and out of his mouth. Every few moments, he relaxed his throat and took it all the way in, making swallowing motions that made Zack shudder and groan helplessly. He increased the speed of his rhythm until his head was bobbing rapidly and steadily. The ragged moans and gasps issuing from the young man’s mouth pleased him and Lazard stopped squeezing Zack’s ass to reach down and fondle his own straining crotch.

Determined to suck Zack off until his eyes crossed and his knees buckled, Lazard used every oral skill he knew and he hummed now and then to create vibration. Zack began to pant his name and it provoked Lazard into undoing his pants and freeing his own erection. He stroked himself off as he licked, sucked and swallowed Zack’s rigid length, all the while remembering to keep a firm hold on the base. He felt Zack’s balls tightening against the back of his hand and he knew he’d be coming down his throat right now, if he’d allow it.

“Oh god…S-sir…ah, ohhh…” Zack had his head bowed and his bangs fell over his eyes as his erection twitched and bucked inside Lazard’s mouth. The blond hummed again and shook his head back and forth, heightening the stimulation to levels that he knew must be unbearable for a man who wasn’t accustomed to the intensity.

“Unh…I can’t….why won’t you let me…” Zack’s voice sounded faintly desperate as the blowjob continued without the release he needed. The thwarted orgasm faded and his dick stopped jerking in the blond’s mouth.

Lazard continued to ignore his pleas and he jerked himself off harder and faster. He resumed his forward-back motion and took a moment to stroke the salty hole in the tip of Zack’s cock with his tongue. Zack was panting heavily and his legs were trembling. Lazard took him down his throat again and groaned as he neared his peak. He kept going, sucking his gasping captive’s cock until Zack broke into a sweat and started twitching in his mouth again. Lazard grunted as his climax struck and he came, angling his spurting cock towards Zack so that his spunk struck the Soldier’s pants. He heard something snap and he saw Zack’s trembling hands grab hold of the edge of the desk. The cuffs were broken and adorning both his wrists like kinky bracelets.

When it was finished, Lazard slowed and stopped his stroking and released Zack’s un-sated cock from his mouth. Breathing heavily from his release, he opened his top right drawer and produced a box of tissue to wipe away the little bit of semen he’d gotten on himself. Zack was staring at him with aching, confused eyes and Lazard smirked and patted him on the ass.

“Good boy. You almost made it through without breaking my cuffs. I’ll take the cost of them out of your next paycheck. No harm done.”

Zack glanced down at the cuffs still attached to his wrists before giving Lazard an adorably pleading look. “Are…are you going to finish?”

“I just did,” Lazard said with a shrug.

“I meant…me,” Zack replied with flustered angst.

Lazard finished wiping off his hand and he gave the prominent boner in front of him an admiring glance before tossing the balled-up tissue in the wastepaper bin. “Oh, I’m sure you’re capable of taking care of that yourself, Zackary. When you can conduct yourself to my satisfaction, we’ll move out of the exploratory stage and then you’ll earn that particular reward from me.”

Zack ogled him and sputtered in frustration. Lazard raised an eyebrow. “Is there something else you need, Soldier?” He said it in a dismissive tone, leaving no doubt that he expected Zack to straighten his clothes and take his leave.

Zack swallowed and pulled his underwear and pants up, carefully tucking his still-hard cock in as best he could. He put his belts back on and looked at the cuffs on his wrists. “Sir, can you at least take these off before I go?”

Lazard smiled. “I suppose I could…if I still had the key. I lost it some time ago, however.”

For the first time ever, Zack glared at him.

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“That sonuvabitch,” Zack panted. Once again, he was stuck going solo in the bathroom to get the release he so desperately needed. The frustration he felt was only overshadowed by his humiliation. There was too much activity going on when he left the Director’s office and he’d had no choice but to run to his quarters and hope the people he passed in the halls didn’t notice his boner, the cuffs on his wrists or the drying spunk on his pants.

Despite his anger with Lazard, Zack couldn’t stop thinking about him as he stroked himself off. He pretended it was the blond’s hand jerking him off and his orgasm was disturbingly intense as a result. He rested his head against the back wall and sighed in relief, closing his eyes as the pleasure washed through him. After an incalculable amount of time, he opened his eyes again, got off the toilet and undressed for a shower.

He knew he should put a stop to Lazard’s advances but at the same time, a naughty part of him wanted more. He’d never had such an amazing blowjob before and the thought of what other pleasures he might experience at the Director’s hands kept him from immediately taking action against him. As he showered, Zack thought of the way Lazard’s mouth felt around his cock and he started getting another erection. He sighed and glared down at his hardening dick accusingly. It was too late to stop thinking of Lazard now…his body had already reacted. With a shrug, Zack soaped his hands up and reached down to take care of the problem.

After blowing his load for the second time, Zack finished showering and tried to find something worth watching on TV. His mind kept drifting to his situation with Lazard and he realized that the man had him right where he wanted him. Zack was a hot-blooded young man in the prime of his life, with a voracious appetite for sex. Lazard obviously knew this and he was using it to his advantage, counting on Zack’s healthy libido to keep him from going to anyone about the sexual harassment.

~Is it really “harassment” when you don’t really try to stop it?~ He wondered as he stared blankly at the television screen. ~Lazard’s just a normal guy and I’m a Soldier. I could have put a stop to it. The only way he could overpower me would be if he drugged me or something. I could snap him in half if I wanted to.~

The more he rationalized, the more aware he became of the simple truth that he was allowing Lazard to have all of the control. He was using the man’s rank as an excuse to absolve himself of blame, pretending that Lazard’s authority over him gave him no choice but to cooperate.

“Shut up, brain,” Zack muttered angrily. The next time Lazard called him in for a little “training session”, he was going to put an end to it. He supposed he could start making calls now but he didn’t really hate the Director and he didn’t want to ruin his career unless he had to. He’d give him a chance to back down on his own.

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After painstakingly breaking the locks on the cuffs and freeing his wrists from them, Zack trained until he was exhausted and sweaty. His friend Kunsel noticed his frustrated vigor and asked if he was okay when they hit the showers. Zack lied to him, just like he’d lied to Angeal. He said he was just a little stressed by his new responsibilities and studies. Kunsel seemed to understand and he offered to treat Zack to a six pack in his quarters, but the sable-haired fighter turned him down and said he was too tired. Zack returned to his quarters that night, refreshed from his second shower of the day and ready to go straight to bed.

Sooner or later, he’d be called to go on his second real mission and Zack made it a habit not to stay up too late, so that he’d always be well-rested in the morning. He now had larger quarters with a separate bedroom. It was much more convenient than having to unfold a couch-bed and set it up every night or leave it out to look sloppy. He undressed, changed into a pair of sleeping boxers and climbed into bed with a sigh. His muscles were pleasantly sore from his workout and he knew he’d be a bit stiff in the morning. More activity usually took care of it, unless it was severe. He fell asleep within moments and the last thing his conscious mind thought of was Lazard.

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Zack was having a rather vivid dream of Lazard when a faint noise reached his ears. Trained instincts came to life and he immediately woke up, grabbed the sword resting against the wall by his bed and yanked it out of its sheath. He spotted a human silhouette in the room with him and he acted immediately, not bothering to give the intruder a warning. There was a masculine curse as he swung his sword and the intruder barely dodged his attack. Zack yanked the covers aside and jumped up while the other man circled around in an effort to put the bed between the two of them. Zack leaped at him and tackled him, pinning him down on the bed and holding the sword against his throat while he fumbled for the switch on the bedside lamp.

Lazard Deusericus lay there, looking up at him from behind askew glasses. Even with a sword pressed against his throat, he appeared to be perfectly calm. “I don’t think it would go well on your record for you to decapitate your superior, Zackary.”

Zack stared at him in confusion as the last vestiges of sleep faded and his thoughts flowed more clearly. “What are you doing here? I could have killed you!”

“I let myself in,” answered the Director. “I have keys to all SOLDIER quarters, you know.”

Zack pulled the sword away from his throat and eased off of him with a sigh. “So you just decided to walk right on in at—” He looked at the clock. “—one in the morning?”

“Admittedly, I could have thought it through a bit better and called, first,” Lazard said dryly as he sat up. “I didn’t consider a reaction like this.”

Zack put the sword away and gave the other man an uncomfortable glance. Lazard was fully dressed, looking elegant and handsome as always. Zack, on the other hand, was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and the Director’s blue-gray eyes caressed his body leisurely.

“So…what can I do for you, Sir?” Zack remembered his manners and rank.

“I’m staying the night with you,” answered Lazard calmly. He began to undress and Zack’s eyes bugged out.

“You’re…you’re…what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Lazard said casually as he took his shoes and socks off and then removed his blazer and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I decided I’d rather go to sleep exploring that body of yours than spend the night alone in my own bed.” He got his shirt halfway unbuttoned and nodded at Zack, looking meaningfully at his boxers. “Take those off.”

As usual, the Director put him off guard and it took Zack a moment to gather his wits enough to remember that he’d made a decision to end this. “No.” He crossed his arms over his chest and sat stiffly, forcing his gaze to remain steady on the other man.

Lazard raised an eyebrow. “No?” His fingers continued unbuttoning his shirt and he smirked when Zack’s gaze slipped and scanned the exposed portion of his chest.

~What was I saying? Oh, right…can’t let a little flash of skin make me lose my train of thought.~

It wasn’t easy, though. Lazard removed his shirt and Zack couldn’t help but admire his torso. He had a lithe, toned swimmer’s build and his rosy nipples were as tempting as any woman’s, to Zack. The Soldier cleared his throat and forced his gaze back to Lazard’s smug face. “Nuh-uh, Sir. What you’re trying to do is illegal and I don’t have to go along with it.”

Lazard sighed. “So, that’s the way of it, is it?” He scooted closer and Zack held his ground, refusing to be intimidated into backing away. “Are you so afraid of your own sexuality that you won’t explore it?” The blond leaned in and brushed his lips enticingly against Zack’s jaw, pressing light kisses in a trail until he reached his ear and nibbled the lobe.

Zack’s eyes unfocused and closed. “I’m…not afraid of anything,” he insisted softly. “I just know right from wrong. This…this can’t happen, Lazard.” In his growing lust, he forgot to address the man with the proper respect and he winced a little at his own slip-up. He was further distracted when Lazard’s hand glided over his chest in a sensual caress. “Cut it out,” he murmured.

“I don’t think you really want me to,” purred the Director. His fingers caressed the Soldier’s left nipple, making it harden and drawing a little groan from Zack’s lips. His breath tickled the brunet’s ear as he spoke. “I think you want to be my toy Soldier, Zackary.” His hand slid down to Zack’s stomach and continued lower.

Zack had enough presence of mind to reach down and catch that exploring hand before it reached its goal. He pulled back and looked into Lazard’s eyes, parting his lips. He couldn’t make his voice work so he just shook his head slowly. In response, the blond leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Lazard’s tongue eased in before Zack could react and he found himself returning its caress. He squeezed the blond’s hand as Lazard deepened the kiss and Zack’s resolve began to crumble rapidly. Lazard’s hand stubbornly continued moving and Zack told himself to stop it, but he ended up just resting his hand on top of Lazard’s and letting him feel him up.

Lazard broke the kiss and smiled against Zack’s lips. “You see?” He murmured as he gently rubbed the stiffening bulge between Zack’s thighs. “However wrong you think this is, you want it. You belong to me, Zack.” He removed his glasses and set them on top of the nightstand before returning his full attention to Zack. He pushed against Zack’s chest with his other hand and the young man was so bewildered with conflicting emotions of excitement and confusion that he didn’t resist. Zack fell back against the mattress and just as he was about to try to put his foot down again, Lazard pulled his boxers off and tossed them to the floor.

“H-hey,” Zack gasped. His attacker stretched out on top of him and kissed him deeply again, making his head spin. Lazard rubbed himself against Zack as he kissed him and started working on removing his own pants and underwear. To his own amazement, Zack’s body further betrayed him and he embraced the Director and thrust his tongue into his mouth aggressively.

~I’m at the mercy of my fucking hormones! Every time I think I can pull it together enough to put a stop to this, the guy does something that makes me hornier than a dog in heat!~

When Lazard was naked on top of him, Zack realized what might happen and his nervousness returned full-force. “Wait,” he gasped, pulling his mouth away from the blond’s. “I don’t think I’m ready for…I mean, I’ve never had a guy inside of me and I’m not sure I can…”

“Relax,” murmured Lazard in an amused tone. “We aren’t going to reach that stage until you’re properly trained and you aren’t going to be the one taking it.”

“Uh, I’m not?” Zack realized what he was getting at and he flushed. “Y-you mean, you want me to—”

“Fuck me?” provided Lazard helpfully. “Yes, that’s my desired goal.” He slipped a hand between Zack’s thighs and lower, reaching under his balls to stroke his sphincter lightly. Zack squirmed in confused anxiety and the blond smiled at him almost gently. “Not that I won’t enjoy a bit of playing before I’m through with you, but taking you that way is a privilege for another man, if you ever decide to allow it. Understood?”

Zack nodded but he honestly couldn’t picture himself taking it up the ass for anyone. Maybe it made him a hypocrite but he’d have to be head-over-heels in love with someone to let them do that. Lazard rolled off of him and coaxed him to put his arms around him. Zack obeyed, too curious and excited to think about protesting further. He decided to do a little exploring of his own but Lazard stopped him before his hands reached his ass.

“Not tonight, Zack. This is my time to familiarize myself with you. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for reciprocation.”

Zack couldn’t understand the man. What kind of guy would turn down a good grope or a hand-job? Sure, it was a lot of fun to feel someone up but half of making out was about getting one’s own pleasure, too. He blurted a startled gasp when Lazard’s hand slid between their bodies and gripped his cock. Zack looked down and watched as the long-fingered hand stroked up and down his length at a leisurely pace.

Lazard’s erection pressed against his pelvis as the Director petted him and Zack studied it with fascination. He never paid much attention to other guys in the shower after training because he didn’t want to seem like he was leering at them and he wasn’t attracted to most of them. With Lazard, it was different. Just looking at his cock made Zack harden further and he dearly wished the man would let him return the favor. Lazard kissed him again and rubbed the tip of his cock until it dribbled a little.

“Relax,” cautioned the blond again when Zack tensed and groaned. “Don’t be an unruly puppy, Zackary.”

Taking a deep breath, Zack nodded. Lazard seemed satisfied with the response and he closed his eyes. “That’s good,” he encouraged. “Just enjoy it and go to sleep.”

Zack blinked at him. “You want me to try and sleep while you’re…ahh…giving me a hand job?”

“Like I said,” Lazard answered in a sleepy murmur, “I’m familiarizing myself with you. You’ll get used to being petted quite often, eventually.” His lips curved into a seductive little smile and his hand steadily continued to gently stroke Zack’s erection.

“I can’t believe this,” Zack breathed. Was he ever going to get satisfaction from this man? It was like Lazard took perverse delight in teasing him. As frustrating as it was, the blond’s skillful stroking felt too good for Zack to try and stop him. Before he knew it, he was obeying the Director’s order and relaxing his body as much as he could, sighing and gasping while the other man fondled him. Somehow, Zack eventually drifted off to sleep and his dreams were full of sex.

The Director’s attentions eventually made Zack come in his sleep but he wasn’t aware of it, he was so worn out from the day he’d had. Lazard smiled in satisfaction and wiped Zack’s groin clean with a damp washcloth before embracing him again and going to sleep himself.

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-To be continued