OBSESSION

Obsession



Chapter 20



I slowly became aware that I was being carried. By what, or by whom, didn’t really concern me at that particular moment, for my head was pounding too hard for me to worry about such a triviality as that. Squeezing my eyes closed tight, I tried to fight down the pain that shot through my skull with each and every step that was being taken.



The loping motion, as whatever it was carrying me took another step forward, was strangely comforting. I was vaguely aware of my head rolling, and tapping gently against something hard. It reminded me of a time long, long ago, when my father, rest his soul, had carried me sleepily in his arms up to my bedroom.



Letting myself drift away with this pleasant thought, I was pulled back to reality as I suddenly felt something wet and warm swiping at my cheek. Then at my closed eyelids. And then across my chin. I held myself absolutely still, as whatever the something was finally licked its way across my lips.



This was not my father that carried me, that was for sure. This was some strange beast. And it was basting me up ready to eat me! I cried out, and struggled to get free, but the tight grip the creature had on me just tightened all the more.



“Ssshh.. You’re doing fine. Just relax….rest now.”



I heard the voice speak as if from far away. But was this person that was speaking talking to me, or to the animal licking me? Did he know his pet was trying to devour me? I tried to tell him.



“Stop…don’t let….eat me.” But the words, and the struggle I had just put up, took more out of me than I thought, and I felt myself slipping away again. Let it gobble me up. I was too hot and too tired to care. I was beyond caring….



Or at least I thought I was, until the gut wrenching sensation of falling jolted me back to alertness. For a split second I panicked, instinct kicking in and causing me to tense to save myself from the pain of hitting the ground. But in the same instance I realized that I wasn’t being thrown or de-saddled. Rather, I was being lowered carefully, gently, to the floor.



I didn’t have the strength to move, even as I felt the tugging at my clothing. Someone was undressing me. But my body didn‘t want to do anything about it. All it understood was that it was somewhere in the shade, out of the burning rays of the sun. And my hands, that should have been balled up into fists of outrage, lay limp and unresponsive beside me.



Besides, as my half cooked brain reasoned, it wasn’t as if the person disrobing me was hurting me. In fact, as each layer of clothing was removed, I realised I was becoming just that little bit cooler, and my head throbbed just that little bit less painfully. I felt like I could breath again, and as I was turned, and rested on my belly, I murmured my thanks to my unknown helper.



Laying there, one cheek pressing into something soft that had been placed beneath my head, I experienced the shock of having cold water poured leisurely over my back…It had to be the best feeling in the world. I swear I heard my burning skin sizzle as the soothing drops of liquid landed on it.



Whoever it was tending to me even had the courtesy to cool off my hot butt, letting the water linger there and trickle down through my legs, before carefully turning me back over and administering the liquid to my burning chest.



The feeling of the water, as it flowed over my sides, was making me catch my breath. I was enjoying it in a way that I shouldn‘t. And when the person began to trickle it lower, to go down to my navel, I almost stopped breathing altogether. But then the water continued on its journey down my body, and splashed over my hot cock. And shame of shames, I felt myself beginning to harden…..If I could have moved my hands to cover myself up, I would have. But I couldn’t. I just had to hope that, whoever it was with me, didn’t notice anything.



I don’t think they did because, as I was struggling hard to will my erection down, the stranger stopped pouring the water, and instead raised me up into a sitting position, supporting my back within the confines of their arms.



But I didn’t want to sit up. I wanted to remain laying down. I just wanted to sleep. I couldn’t understand why this person wouldn’t let me sleep. I tried, but my mysterious benefactor was insistent, forcing something cold and metallic in between my teeth. Water poured into my mouth, but my throat and tongue were too parched. I couldn’t have swallowed if I’d tried.



I felt slapping at my cheeks, and I became a little annoyed. What was this person hitting me for? It wasn’t my fault if I couldn’t swallow. I tried opening my eyes to see who it was being so mean to me, but it felt like I had ten ton weights on the end of my lashes, and I gave up trying after a while. It was easier to just keep them closed.



Until I felt a real stinging blow to the side of my face, which nearly knocked my teeth out. Then my eyes flew open, with the indignity of being struck so hard. There had to be a hand print left behind. My cheek was aching and, thanks to the blow, my head was pounding again.



I turned to look at whoever it was attacking me, but all I could see before my concussed eyes were fuzzy shades of silver and black. Before I could concentrate, and try to figure out what the distorted shapes were, something was pushing at my mouth again. Only this time, it wasn’t cold and metallic, it was warm and soft. And wet……



My tongue wrapped itself immediately around the fingers that had invaded my mouth, but instead of trying to push them away or force them out, it sucked them dry. Each and every time. And when I felt the metal prod at my lips again, I managed to drink thirstily.



“Whoa, slow down,” I heard the person behind me holding the water flask say. I stopped drinking, and turned my head, amazed to see General Zaphara staring down at me.



In a flash, everything came flooding back. I saw myself back in his room a few days ago, when he had called for me and had told me I had been selected to join a mission with him. I remembered how elated I’d been, how I had told myself I could do it. But now, laying here useless like I was, I realized I had totally blown it. Who had any use for a cadet that couldn’t even manage a simple trek in the desert?



I had failed….miserably.



But I wasn’t a quitter. I would show him that he had made the right decision in choosing me.



“Sir…I’m sorry sir,” I said, as I tried to get back up onto my feet. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes and I had to fight to stop them from falling. I really couldn’t afford to lose any vital body fluids, not just yet anyway. Maybe later, when I was alone in my bunk, I could let my tears of self pity flow then…..



“Whatever are you sorry for cadet?” the General asked, pushing me back down. My stomach sank like lead. Oh crap. He wanted me to recount all I had to be sorry for. Where did I commence?



Did I start at the parade ground, turning up late? Or did I begin with my brawl with Button Boy? Maybe he meant I should be sorry for ever having accepted his invitation to join him on this mission in the first place?



“I’m an encumbrance sir. I should never have joined the army,” I said weakly. I knew it to be true, and if he were honest, so did he. ”Maybe….maybe I should just go back home sir…maybe….”



“Tsk, tsk…..You’re doing just fine….Its just a little too hot for you, that’s all,” the General kindly replied. I was glad he was being so generous towards me. If he had agreed with me, or had been harsh in his reply, I would not have been able to hold back my tears. I felt a strange surge of emotion for this strong, powerful man that still held me within his arms.



“Really sir? You really think I’m doing alright? And….And this won’t go against me?”



“I am absolutely certain that you will be alright,” he said, as he bestowed little kisses all around my face. My heart began hammering loudly in my chest. I wanted so badly for him to stop kissing my cheeks and to kiss my lips instead. I lifted my head up, almost begging him to do so.



And time, and the world, stood still, as he did what I silently pleaded for him to do.



His soft lips came down onto my dry ones, and his warm wet tongue pressed for entry. I eagerly admitted it, and my own tongue embraced his like a long lost friend. All the tiredness, all the weariness I had been feeling, faded to nothing. Without another thought towards anyone, or anything, I flung myself at him, and hoped he wouldn’t reject me……



“Sir….SIR….I think you should come and see what I’ve found sir.”



The sound of Button Boys excited voice, coming from outside the shelter, shattered my dream world. I’d forgotten all about him….I couldn’t let him see me like this, kissing the General. He already thought we’d had sex. If he saw us kissing, what more would he demand from me?



Like a snowflake in the heat of the desert, my ridiculous ardour for the General vanished in an instant. He still had his tongue half way down my throat, and I had to frantically push at him to let me go. I felt a mixture of sorrow and relief when, without a word, he stood up and left me.



I curled up and just lay there, panting. My heart would not stop thudding. I closed my eyes, but all I saw were his beautiful emerald ones, staring into mine as he had bent his head and….



My cock was rock hard, and I lowered my hand down to touch it. I stroked it gently, letting my fingers enclose the shaft firmly, as I lay back and replayed the kiss over and over again in my mind. The harder I remembered him kissing me, the faster I pumped…..Until I spilled my essence into my hand.



In wonderment, I held my fingers up to my face and stared. I’d never come that much before….not even when I had heard him and his boyfriend making love.



Lieutenant Pike……With a sense of shame, I pushed my hand into the soft sand, and buried the evidence of my passion. Deep… way, way deep.



My need seen to, and my fingers now cleaned of my spilt fluid, I let my drained body relax, thankful to feel my heartbeat return to normal speed. My eyes became heavy again, and I decided not to fight the lethargy that overtook me. I didn’t know where the General had gone, and I had no way of telling when he would be back, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to just…close my eyes….for …..five….



When he did return, I didn’t resist or try to fight against him, as he picked me up and took me back out into the sunlight. Maybe I should have done, but the heat outside was somewhat cooler now, and I knew, somehow, that he would look after me. I was certain he hadn’t brought me out here to overheat again.



I was proved right when, after some considerable walk over the dunes, I felt him lower me once more. This time though, instead of me being placed on hot sand, I was lowered into cool water, which lapped around my heated body. It was like plunging a hot poker into a freezer. I began to feel all my insides cooling down in an instant. It was absolute bliss……..



“Go back and fetch everything,” I heard the General call out. Knowing he couldn’t possibly be speaking to me, I remained where I was, only too happy to do so. Until my skin began to react to the coldness of the water, and I began to shiver.



I was quite tempted to try and crawl from the water, until I heard splashing beside me. The General had seated himself behind me, and I felt myself lifted and enfolded in his arms once again. I could tell, by the feel of skin on skin, that like me, he was now naked too. I could also tell that he was aroused, and that his erection was very near to where I didn’t want it to be….namely, my ass……



He planted a kiss on top of my head, and began rubbing his hands roughly up and down my arms. I kept hoping that his hands would go a little lower each and every time they went downwards….just to brush against my cock accidentally, just so I could feel his fingers touch it. But they didn’t. And my naughty thoughts made me blush. I cast a glance down at my groin, but I was safe. My cock that was beginning to harden again, was hidden from view beneath the surface of the water.



Which was just as well, for moments later Button Boy reappeared, red and sweating, lugging all his belongs, and mine too, over his shoulders. General Zaphara didn’t give him time to stop for a rest or a drink. He ordered him to put up the tent, and when he had finished doing so his clothes, and his face, were swimming with sweat.



“Strip….And get your ass into the water too.”



The General barked the order out to Button Boy, and the dark haired boy quickly did as he was told. For a moment I was scared, thinking he would come over and discover the secret that was hidden from their view. But I needn’t have worried. He didn’t approach me or the General. But just to be on the safe side, I covered my erection with my hands…..Better to be safe than sorry.



Although my head still felt hot, my body was cooling by the second, and I couldn’t help my teeth chattering. But even over their loud clashing, I still heard voices singing in the distance. The words were being carried to me by a gentle breeze that had sprung up. Angels? Coming for me?



In a panic, I clutched desperately at the Generals arm. I didn’t want to die.



“Sir….Do you hear that, sir?” I hoped and prayed that he did.



He seemed to listen for a while, before getting up and walking towards the far edge of the oasis. I stared at his naked back and buttocks as he stood there, silently staring out across the endless dunes.



I gave a small sigh. If that were to be the last sight I saw on earth before I passed away, General Zaphara’s nude body wetly glistening in the light of the late afternoon sun, then it was certainly a sight I was happy to take to Heaven with me.



With a sinking heart I watched him walk away, strolling over the hot sand barefoot as if it didn’t even burn the sensitive soles of his feet. I didn’t want him to leave me. I would have rather died enfolded in the closeness his arms, not lonely and alone, sat here in some shallow pool, with a hard on……



Although, I wasn’t entirely alone.



The sound of splashing water made me only too aware of the other boy in the pool with me. I closed my eyes, shutting him out. If I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. It almost worked.



I felt the deliberate splashing of wetness over my face, as Button Boy kicked water over me.



“You feel well enough to play now?” he asked. “You want a little tussle while the Generals not here?”



I wiped the water from my face with one hand, still keeping my eyes tightly closed. I thought that, if I ignored him, he might go away. My erection certainly did…..



“Ah, you won’t be so tired later tonight,” Button Boy said, throwing himself back into the pool, splashing me all over again.



I opened one eye and watched as he waded off. His small little ass was nothing in comparison to the Generals. Whereas the Generals was pert and round, and oh so grabbable, the brown haired boys was hairy and pimply. Not nice to look at, at all. I would so much rather run my hands over the soft, smooth skin of the silver haired General’s rear any day.



I felt myself blushing, wondering where on earth these thoughts about men’s bums had suddenly come from. Up until coming on this mission, and the General taking me in his arms and kissing me….and stretching half naked in the morning sun….and sitting behind me naked…..Up until then, I’d never had one single thought of what it would be like to be touched by a man.



By now, that was all I could think about. And it was just the one man I was interested in……..



A flash of silver hair caught my opened eye, and I looked to where the General had disappeared to. He was returning. My heart lurched, and both my eyes flew open as my mouth broke into a welcoming smile. He hadn’t left me to die by myself……



Then I saw he hadn’t returned alone …..



With him were the two men in whose care he had given Button Boy. Neither of them looked happy to see the brown haired boy again. In fact, if their faces were anything to go by, the men seemed very angry to see him……I realised then, for the first time, that perhaps he shouldn’t be here with me and the General.



But the look on the men’s faces was nothing compared to the look on Button Boys face. He had seen them too, and for a moment he simply stood there, his jaw open, his eyes bulging. Then, with a small strangled sob, he tried to quickly get out of the water. The water must have impeded him though, for one of the big burly men was upon him and had him in a tight hold before he could even make it out.



I watched silently as the other man approached the boy and bound his arms behind him, and felt quite sorry for him when I saw his stricken face. I felt even more sorrier for him when he tried to get away and one of the men smacked him.



“Little fucker. Get me into trouble with the General would you?”



It wasn’t a soft smack either, and Button Boy began to struggle as they hauled him away. He was cussing and swearing, crying and pleading. He looked beseechingly towards the General…but to no avail.



The General barely gave his plight a second thought, just instructed one of the men to pick up the boys belongs and take them away with him, which he did, before following the sounds of the screams that were becoming more and more distant….



I hadn’t realized it, but my heart was pounding inside my chest. For one crazy moment, I had thought that the men meant to drag me off too! And I also realised, with a sense of guilt, how relieved I felt at being the one left behind in the safe keeping of the General. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me….I was the lucky one…..



Although, as General Zaphara turned back to stare at me, and a slow grin began to spread across his face, I wondered just who the lucky one really was……….