I can’t do it

“What happens if I don’t do it?” I ask.

“I’m going to give you a new job.” Fedorov snarls.

“And what would my new job be?” I ask nervously.

“Rifleman.” Fedorov answers, before laughing hysterically.

“I’ll take it.” I say, and stand up.

“What?” Fedorov asks in shock.

“I want to fight.” I tell him.

Fedorov’s jaundiced eyes narrow as his face begins to turn red.

“You think you’re tough.” He says angrily. “But you’ll be running back to me in no time once you get a taste of real life, when the bullets start flying. You’ll miss your cushy little job. You don’t know how good you have it here.”

He pauses. “And if you don’t get killed, know that my offer still stands. Know that all it takes to get out of there, to have things go back to normal, is to let me fuck you. I know you would enjoy it anyways!”

“Who should I report to, comrade commissar?” I ask.

“Not so fast.” Fedorov says. “Don’t think you’re getting out of here without finishing the job. Now get back on your knees, bitch.”

I nod meekly and kneel on the ground in front of him. I take his limp dick in my hand and aim it towards my lips. Fedorov chuckles as I begin to suck on his head. I can feel him hardening again in my mouth.

“You’re lucky that you’re good at this.” Fedorov sighs as I pick up my pace. He lights a cigar.

As usual, the blowjob drags on and on. It takes until he’s burned his cigar halfway to make him close again. He shifts in his chair to put his cigar down, the first sign that my ‘reward’ is coming.

Fedorov’s belly heaves in delight as I pick up my pace. His sweaty cock tingles in my mouth, growing, getting warmer and warmer. He gasps for breath.

Without warning, Fedorov’s cock starts weakly pulsing between my lips. His bitter cum trickles out across my tongue. It makes me shiver. Fedorov groans in satisfaction.

“Swallow it.” He demands when he is finished.

I nod meekly and gulp down his nasty load.

“Show me your tongue.” He orders. I comply, to which Fedorov chuckles.

“Very nice!” He says. “But don’t think that I’m satisfied. Your ass is still going out there. You will report to Captain Zaitsev.”