OBSESSION

Obsession





Chapter 14





It was pretty hard to see anything in the dim glow that the hanging lamp gave out. I suppose I could have just gotten straight into my sleeping bag naked, but it was far too chilly for that. I could already feel the gooseflesh on my arms. And I had a feeling it was going to get a lot colder as the night went on. I needed to find my pyjamas, to keep me warm.



“Ah, here they are!” I said, as my fingers, fumbling about in my backpack, finally closed on the warm flannelette material. Now at least I’d sleep comfortably. And I really, really needed to sleep. After last night, with all the noises going on in the Generals tent, and being terrified of Belford coming round, all I wanted to do was curl up and close my eyes. I felt exhausted.



Standing up, I turned around to pull my bed pants on.



“Whoa….What the fuc……”



I almost jumped out of my skin, when I saw that the General was stood behind me, and I mean, right behind me. Fuck, I hadn’t even heard the man come in. How long had he been standing there? Oh how embarrassing….He would have seen my ugly naked butt as I was bending over. I could feel my face starting to burn with the humiliation. I looked up at him, expecting him to burst out laughing at my embarrassment. But he didn’t. He just continued to stand there and look at me, a strange expression on his face. And, I know there wasn’t really a lot of space in that tiny tent, but…. did he really have to be that close to me? He was making me nervous….



Suddenly, I realised his gaze had dropped. He was no longer looking at my face…..he was peeking down at my cock! Ohhhh….While he had been staring at me, I had totally forgotten that I was naked. Now, I was all too aware of my nudity.



Quickly, I lowered my hands down, covering myself up. I was grateful for the extra coverage that my pyjamas pants afforded, but wished so badly that I had thought to put them on, rather than just hold them in front of me….Fuck, I could be so blond sometimes.



I shivered. It really was beginning to get much colder…my toes were freezing. I stepped back a little away from the General. I just needed to get my bed pants on, and snuggle down under my blanket. Then I’d be warm in no time.



“I, ummmm…..I’ll just get ready for bed, Sir,” I said, moving back a few more paces . I just needed a little bit of room to enable me to shake my pants out and get my leg in.



“I thought you already were,” the General replied, as he started to walk towards me, a strange, slightly unsettling look on his face. A look that had me worried.



Shit…I’d done something wrong….That must be it. Since coming into this tent, I had done something to annoy him. But what? Was I in his space or something? Did he want me to move over? He could at least let me get my pyjamas on first…..



Maybe, I thought, maybe I should go back outside, until he calmed down. Or fell asleep…Or both.



I glanced past him, towards the door, but realised…. Even if I did manage to get around him and out through the door….Where the fuck would I go? Just hanging around by the front of the shelter, waiting for his anger to settle down, might not be far enough away for him. He might insist I go out even further, into the desert. But it was pitch black out there now. And there were….creatures out there. Scary creatures….



I took a few more steps backwards, hoping with each step that it would appease him. But it didn’t. Not even when I had almost run out of room to move, and started pressing my body as far back into the canvas wall as I could. He still kept coming forward. He was letting me know that I was still in his space.



Finally, there was nowhere left for me to back up to. I had reached as far I was going to…and still he came forward.



So, he did want me out of the tent. That was what he was trying to tell me….This was his shelter. There was no room in it for me.



Damn…I should have known a lowly private like me wasn’t supposed to share lodgings with a General. What was the matter with me? What had I been thinking? Of course…. I should be sleeping outside, laying across the entrance to the door…Keeping guard, making sure he was safe. No wonder he was angry with me…..I had forgotten my station…



He put his hands by the side of my face, blocking off any plans for escape. He was going to head butt me!Instinctively, I raised my hands up, pushing at him, trying to make him back off. I was terrified. I held my breathe, wondering how much it was going to hurt…Wondering why he was doing this. He only had to step aside…I’d be out through the door in a shot. He didn’t have to hurt me…..



He moved. And I cringed, waiting to feel the bone jarring crunch of his head smashing into my face. But it didn’t happen….He had just shifted his hip forward a little, making me think he was going to hit me. The bastard.



“Please Sir,” I whimpered. Oh fuck, let him do it now…Let him get it over with, quick. I couldn’t stand the tormenting….the torture. The fear of waiting for it to happen, had to be far worse than anything else.



He shifted away from me a little, and snatched at my hands, forcing me to let go of the pants I held tight in a death grip. I had forgotten I even had hold of them.



“Pyjama bottoms?” he sneered.



“Its…..Its cold Sir,” I answered, embarrassed now at my choice of bed wear. But it was cold…..I was shivering. Whether that was because I was frozen to the bone, or because I was scared shitless by him…I don’t know. I just knew I was shaking from head to toe. Even my poor little cock had shrunk into itself where it was so chilly. It easily fitted beneath my hands, which I had quickly lowered, covering myself from his view.



I watched, speechless, as the General threw my pants away to the other side of the tent. Okay, I knew they weren’t to everyone’s taste but….my mom had bought them for me….And I nearly died, when his hand reached out and touched my arm. But he didn’t hurt me. He just ran his fingers down, down…. down…. dangerously close to….



I was just about to make a bolt for the door, when I felt his other hand go behind me, and he pushed me forward into him. And the hand that he had on my arm was now covering over the top of my fingers, which were protectively covering my…..



Oh gods, no. He wasn’t going to head butt me. Instead, he was going to hurt me, down…. there.



I remember once, hearing some of the men talking, telling of how they had hurt other men, by squeezing their balls until they turned black, or twisting their cocks until they turned blue, and bragging about how the mangled mess had to be surgically removed. I didn’t want him to hurt me that way. The fear of losing my cock terrified me so much more than the worry of a simple broken nose. Let him punch me…. kick me. Fuck, he could even bite me, if it meant I stayed intact….



I opened my mouth, to begin to beg him not to do it, when I realised too late…..He was going for the bite! His head lowered, and his mouth closed over mine. Shit, he was going to try and rip my tongue out…..



I fought….I fought so hard against him. I wasn’t going to give my tongue up, not without a fight.



My struggles against him were useless. Even though I tried as hard as I could to push him away, even thought I tried to scream for help, nothing worked. I was at his mercy. He could clamp his teeth down at any time.



Only….he didn’t. Instead, he put his tongue inside my mouth. At first, I thought it was part of what he was going to do to me. You know…find my tongue with his tongue, then bite down. But slowly I realised…..He wasn’t trying to hurt me….He was kissing me! And….And I….I was beginning to enjoy it. Maybe…..maybe a little too much…..



I could feel myself beginning to harden beneath my fingers. And when I felt him touch me, gently rubbing at the peeping head of my cock, I just stood there, letting him, while his other hand, the one at the back of me, slid lower down my body, to press and pinch my ass.



And that was when I realised something else……I liked this! The feeling was so good, my toes were curling with the pleasure of it. I relaxed into his kiss….the very first one I had ever received, the very first one that involved tongues, anyway. And I didn’t try to stop my arms, when they reached up and went around him, holding on tightly to him, so he would never let me go.



I didn’t even try to stop him when his finger stopped rubbing the tip of my cock, and he told a firm hold of it instead, wrapping his hand around my straining member tightly. I just pushed myself up against him, wanting so much for the pleasurable sensation I was feeling in the pit of my stomach to grow…to spread outward to the rest of my body.



Our tongues were in each others mouths, our lips fused together. I was swallowing his saliva, as he was swallowing mine. I’d always thought that kissing in such a way would be disgusting. But right then, I didn’t care. I let him eat my face…and I ate his in return. I wanted to devour him.



The tight grip he had on my swollen cock was painful… but so delightful, as he did to me what I usually did to myself when I was alone….what I had done last night, listening as he had made love to his boyfriend.



His boyfriend!!!!!



No sooner had I thought about Lieutenant Pike, then the General let me go. Had he just been having guilty thoughts too? What an idiot I was….I had just been kissed by a taken man. Oh, the shame! If the Lieutenant ever got to hear about this, I would never live it down. He would make my life hell.



Feeling like a fool, I pushed the cheating General away. He shouldn’t have kissed me. He should have known better. He didn’t really want me. He was just using me. All my high feelings now crashed down low. I didn’t want him near me. I didn’t want him touching me. I was going to crawl into the very bottom of my sleeping bag, and never come out.



Ducking under his arm, I quickly made for my blanket. But before I could get there, he turned around and grabbed me, forcing me back up against his body, knocking the wind out of me.



“And just where do you think you’re going?” he asked. Where the fuck did he think I was going? Outside? Alone? Naked?



“Bed…” I answered. Ok, if he insisted on me leaving, well, I’d have no choice, but, until then…..



“Yours? Or mine?” he asked, bending his head towards my neck. I felt something wet touch my ear. Still trapped within his arms, I looked up at him…..Had he just licked me?



“Ummmmm….Mine?” I answered. I mean, where did he think I meant to sleep. What, did he think that, in this dim light, I was going to get under his blanket by mistake?



I’m not quite sure what my answer did to him, but the next thing I knew, he was forcing me down onto my sleeping bag. His head had lowered again, and he was biting at the side of my neck. He was giving me a hickey…And not just a small one either, for he was sucking as hard as he could at my throat. It really fucking hurt….. And yet, for some strange reason, I was loving it. I’d never been given a hickey before. My mother would never have allowed it…..



All my previous anxious thoughts about the Generals boyfriend vanished from my mind, as fire radiated through my body. I was turning to mindless jelly, as he continued to suck at my neck.



And when he kissed me again, I eagerly kissed him back. I hadn’t realised how much I had enjoyed the feel of his soft lips on my mouth. It felt like they belonged there. I loved the taste of him. I loved the smell of him. I loved the weight of him, pressing on top of my body, pushing me down into the soft bedding……



In fact, I loved it all so much, I was a little upset when he took his mouth from mine once again. I was pouting when he stood up and left me laying there. Was he going to go to stop now? I didn’t want him to stop….I wanted to kiss some more….But I guess, if he was tired…..



I watched him as he got ready for bed, as he peeled his skin tight trousers from his legs….almost stumbling in his haste to rip them off and get in under his blanket. I know it was rude of me, to watch him prepare for sleep….but I couldn’t help myself. His body was so fit…his muscles so toned. And after that kiss, he had left me feeling so horny. I needed to jerk off, badly. Only I couldn‘t…not while he was awake. I’d have to wait to take care of myself, until he was all tucked up and sleeping. Because, there was no way I was touching my cock while he was watching…



As his leather pants finally came away and he discarded them, my eyes were drawn to the nakedness of his private parts. His pubic hair was silver, like his beautiful long hair. I had never really thought about that before, what colour his pubes would be. The little curly hairs were dense and bushy, much bushier than mine. And his penis….The size of it!



Even when I had been secretly looking at men in the showers, I had never seen anyone with a cock as impressive as the Generals. It was thick, and I mean, really thick. I bet I wouldn’t have been able to close my hand around it. And it was long…..twice the length of mine at least. At the moment, it was rock solid, and standing up proud, the purple red head of it almost touching his tummy button. I wondered what it looked like when it was soft, when it was hanging down low over his ball sac…



My heart started hammering furiously, as instead of getting into his bed like I thought he would, he straddled me, sitting on my lower legs. I felt the soft weight of his bare balls brush against my skin as he settled himself down. I longed to reach out my fingers and touch his extended shaft. But I was too shy. He wasn’t. He did it to me, using a single finger, sweeping along my entire length, caressing the leaking bulbous head. I lay back and closed my eyes, as overpowering sensations began raging through me, and my hips began thrusting upwards. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.



I felt him move, leaning down towards me, and then I felt his mouth upon mine again. He was biting at my lower lip, pulling it outwards, and nipping it with his teeth, sending little bolts of electricity shooting down to my toes. I wanted to kiss him. I needed to kiss him, badly. I tried it, opening my mouth, and licking at his lips, trying to get my tongue in past his, hoping he would reciprocate. And he did!



I knew he was trying to pry open my legs with his knee. But I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay like this all night, just wrapped in his arms, deep in his kiss….I had never felt so good in my whole life.



Lifting his mouth from me, a sudden sharp pain at my chest made me gasp. He had bit my tit! I quickly stuffed my hand in my mouth to stop myself from crying out. I didn’t really care that he had bit me…or that he was now sucking and nibbling on my sore nipple. I just didn’t want him to hear me cry out like a baby. I definitely didn’t want him to stop. All I could think about was how my cock twitched every time he teasingly clamped down on my swollen nub…how it throbbed when he licked and sucked…



And I totally forgot to squeeze my knees shut together…..



He slid his body in between my now open legs, and his mouth left my chest, his tongue licking all over my ribs, trailing down and dipping into my belly button…. I nearly came.



Sitting back, he grabbed my ankles, lifting my legs up to drape over his shoulders. His large hands cupped my raised bum, helping to take some of the strain off being in such an awkward position. What the hell was he doing? We couldn’t possibly kiss arranged like this……And I was also painfully aware of my own, smaller erection, being in full view and on display.



I watched, as if hypnotised, looking up at him, as his silver head lowered. Oh by the gods…he was going to do what I’d always dreamt about, what I had frequently secretly fantasised about. He was going to give me a blow job! I had often heard the men bragging about getting this when they had been changing in the locker rooms, and I’d always wondered what it would feel like, to have someone’s mouth clamped tight around my cock, instead of my fingers. I felt my balls swell. There was no way in heaven I was going to last much longer…..



But instead of my cock getting the pleasure of his mouth and tongue….it was my ass.



I wanted to pull away from him, but I couldn’t, his grip on me was just too strong . My mind was screaming… This is wrong….This isn’t what you should be doing…..This isn’t how I‘ve heard its done… A part of my mind wanted to stop him, wanted to tell him not to do it. But my body didn’t give a damn…it was in too much ecstasy to fight him.



I felt his tongue licking and swirling on my skin. It wetly swiped up and down along the crease of my butt, going tantalizing close to my balls, before sliding off again. Bright lights were flashing behind my tightly closed eyes, and I could barely breathe. The sensation of his tongue touching me, licking me, was driving me wild…..



And then I felt the weirdest, most strangest feeling in the world, as he began to push the saliva coated organ into my hole, slowly at first, and then thrusting it deeper inside of me, pumping it in and out, twisting and twirling, brushing it up against my insides. I couldn’t help myself…..I grabbed hold of my painfully hard cock, and began pumping for dear life. The more he licked….the more I pumped, until finally…..



“Ohhhhhh…….Ohhhhhhhhh…..Ahhhhhhh…..”



Shudder after shudder hit my body, as I came, my cock pulsing and propelling the warm creamy liquid all over my fingers. Never, never had I had such an orgasm before, not even when I’d jerked myself off, thinking of that girl with the massive boobs.



I rested, unable to move, unable to think. I could still feel his mouth upon my ass, his warm tongue still gently playing around inside of me, sending even more tiny tremors to my slowly deflating cock.



He let go of my legs, and I just lay there, panting and exhausted….But so fucking happy. Behind my closed eyes, I was reliving again everything that had just happened to me. I knew I probably had a stupid grin pasted all over my face, but right at that moment, I didn’t care…..



I jumped when I felt him touch my hand. He had scooped up some of my spilt cum with his finger. How embarrassing. I had made a mess, and hadn’t even bothered to start cleaning myself up. When I’d opened my eyes, I’d been expecting to see disgust on his face. But instead, I saw his green eyes shine, as he raised the sperm coated finger to his lips, a smile crossing his face as he extended his tongue.



No.. no….That was too nasty…..I had tried it once myself, years ago, when I had first spilled into my own hand, puzzled and amazed at what had come out of my body. And it hadn’t tasted pleasant. …



The General sucked at his finger, and then, smiling, he leaned down over me, and began to lick me clean, his tongue lapping up my spillage. I tried to stop him, I tried to let him know that I understood it wasn’t a very nice taste. But he didn’t stop. He seemed to be enjoying it, his tongue washing over my hairs, my balls…my cock.



And I couldn’t believe it, I was getting hard again.



He sat up, taking his wonderful mouth from off the base of my growing member. I almost cried…I didn’t want him to stop. It had felt sooooo good. I wanted him to lick me again. I wanted him to taste me again…..



His hand started playing with my ass. I didn’t want him to play with my ass. I wanted his fingers to wrap around my cock. I wanted him to jerk me off. But I couldn’t say anything, because my mouth had gone suddenly dry, because my brain wasn’t functioning properly. And because I didn’t want him to stop ……I closed my eyes, licking at my lips, and tried to will him into taking hold of my stiff hard on. It so desperately needed attention. And if he didn’t do it, then I was going to have to.



I shuddered as I felt his fingers sliding up and down the line of my butt, where only moments earlier, his tongue had been. And then I trembled, as I felt a slight pressure back there, as, with one finger, he began pushing at my hole. What the….I felt myself tense up. He was trying to force a finger inside of me! Luckily, he couldn’t do it.



My eyes opened as he removed the unwelcome digit, and I watched him, as he began to purse his lips and raise his finger to his mouth again. Then, his eyes settled on my tummy, and he paused. I lifted my head to see what it was he was looking at. There was some cum still left on me. He’d obviously missed a bit. He rubbed his finger into the now cold gooey gel, and then quickly replaced it back at my opening, rubbing and twisting gently at my entrance.



I gasped, as he began pushing again. This time, his finger easily slipped in. If I thought his tongue had felt weird, this feeling was like nothing on earth. My whole body began to tingle, my face burning, my heart pounding. I wanted to cry out with joy, to scream with pleasure….and I had to fight not to. But I couldn’t help whimpering, a few little sobs and moans managing to escape me. What would he think of me, making such stupid noises?



He was prodding at my hole again, adding a second finger. It hurt a little at first, but then, it felt good, really, really good, as it pushed and squeezed in to join the first one. I started to buck against him, my whole body alive. So, this is what he had been doing to the Lieutenant last night? No wonder there had been such sounds of ecstasy coming from their tent.



As I felt yet another finger beginning to push for admittance, I experienced for the first time, real bad stirrings of pain. Up until then, it had been nice, pleasant even. But now, it began to feel uncomfortable, too tight, too stretched… Too full.



“Ohhhhh…” I tried to back away from his hurtful invading digit. I didn’t want it in me. It wouldn’t fit. But he just grabbed me tightly, holding me still as he kept trying to force it into me. It hurt, the burning pain taking away all the pleasure I had just been feeling. My hard cock started going limp.



“With……or without?” he asked me. I stared at him in disbelief. He could do this without hurting me? He could do this without causing me pain?



“Without,” I begged. I just really wanted that nice feeling back….



Smiling, he put a hand down on the floor by the side of my face. I braced myself, waiting to feel his third finger push in again….waiting to see if he really could do it without hurting me.



Instead, he took all his fingers out of me. I was surprised at how empty I suddenly felt. I wanted him to push them back inside of me. I wanted him to fill me again……



I felt something large and blunt push at my opening, and the pain I had felt from his fingers was nothing compared to the pain I began to feel now, as something began to slowly bump up against my hole. Something wet, and hard, and big. He was trying to force his huge cock into me. No way….No way would that monster fit up inside me. He had to stop….I had to make him stop…..Before he ripped me apart.



In my panic, I wasn’t even aware that someone else had entered the tent, until I heard them speak.



“Sir….Sir…..General Sir…….You have to help me Sir….Please…..”



BUTTON BOY?………….