You Reluctantly Obey Him

Even with him laying it out for you, it's hard to accept. You've been identified as a good candidate for a sex ****. That's what these people want to do with you. They want to **** you, over and over again, starting now. There's nothing you can do to avoid what's about to happen without getting the collar, but maybe there's still time to change what your buyer will want to do with you. Maybe if you flunk this test, give this guy the bare minimum, you'll end up being used for hard labor. You've had a taste of that now. You can stand it.

With this plan in mind, you undress. There are fewer clothes to remove than there were last time. You take off your shoes, socks, shirt, pants, and, after a pause, underwear. He watches you the whole time, grinning.

Now it's his turn to get naked. With his helmet off, he presses a few buttons on his armor. The suit's arms pop free from its torso, and he removes them, revealing well-honed arms. {If Trust <=0}No wonder he's had such an easy time overpowering you whenever he needed to. {endif}The armor's torso opens along his sides, and he pulls it off. His chest and abs are muscular, powerful. He undoes his belt, and removes the lower half of his armor. It's only natural that he would have a bigger cock than you. It's around 8 inches long. Reasonably thick, with a well shaped helmet head, and not much foreskin. It's already erect. He sits on the bed, thighs spread. "Let's see what you can do with that mouth of yours," he says. His member stands tall, waiting for your service.

You approach. You look down at that cock. It's darker than the rest of him. How will it taste? Riley's always tasted salty.

"Kneel," the nothian speaker says. You do. He places a hand {If Guard **** A=1}the same one he used to jerk you off, {endif}on your head, and gently pushes you toward his cock. You grab the bed with both of your hands as your head is **** to his member. Soon, its tip touches your lips. "Open," he says. You do. Cock slides into your mouth. Turns out it is salty. Maybe it's sweat. Riley's would be especially salty whenever he'd been especially active. Whatever this soldier has been doing all day, he hasn't been sedentary.

He keeps pushing you downward, encouraging you to take more of his cock. "C'mon," he says. "I'm trying to be gentle, but please remember, this isn't optional." You take more cock in. The tip of your tongue catches on his foreskin just a bit as you head down. His hand keeps guiding you down. Hard, smooth skin slides over your tongue. Soon, he's able to push you all the way to the base of his member.

His hand relaxes. You pull your mouth off, passing your tongue and lips back over his cock. "Let's see if you can go a little faster," he says.

Yeah, you should. You should go faster, because if you can get him to cum, this will be over with sooner.

You start bobbing over him at full speed. Your mouth moves back and forth, back and forth, quick. You take in as much cock as you can with each bob. Mostly, you're just trying to get him off as quickly as possible. Not only will that hurt your score, but it will mean this is over sooner. If you're lucky, he'll cum in your mouth, denying him the opportunity to do anything else.

At least his cock isn't dirty.

"Pause for now," he says. You don't need to be told twice. Your mouth comes right off. "See what you can do with my balls."

It's okay. It's okay, you can get through this. You move down, and plant your tongue on his sack. You drag it upward. His balls are salty and rough. You reach their top, then circle back down. Licking his balls is probably nice for him, but it's not going to make progress toward this being over. In the name of making that happen faster, you reach up, and begin to jerk him off.

"There you go," he says. "Some good initiative."

Fuck, he liked that. Well, you can't take it back now. His cock is slick with saliva, which makes it easy to stroke. He moans. You gently take a ball into your mouth, and suckle on it. You keep going like that for several minutes.

"Alright," he says. "I'd love to keep up with this, but there's a bit more testing to do." He sits up and repositions himself so he's lying on the bed. "Go ahead and lay on top of me. Give me a kiss." You take a deep breath. You get on the bed and climb on top of him. He wraps his arms around you. One goes over your shoulder blades, the other lower, so his hand can squeeze your butt. He hugs you. He's warm. Big and warm, and his grip is tight. He said to kiss him. You have to kiss him. You lean forward. His lips part a bit. You interlace them with yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth. His left hand slides up to the back of your head and gently prevents you from breaking the kiss, but you don't do much to contribute to it. After a few seconds, he breaks it off.

"You did say you've done this before, right?" he says. "That you've had a boyfriend?"

You don't want to think about Riley right now. You don't want to think about how he must be grieving for you. How from whatever planet he's on, unless he's somehow not heard about the conquest, he knows what's happened to you. "Yeah," you say.

"You're acting awfully nervous," he says.

Oh, are you now? Are you acting nervous about being **** by the man in charge of enslaving you? How dare you. "I'm a ****," is all you say.

"So you are," he says, stroking your hair.

"Of course I'm nervous. I'm terrified." Part of you doesn't want to say it aloud. You're worried it will give him some kind of sick satisfaction, but it doesn't. He strokes you more. More softly.

"I hope I can show you that you have nothing to be terrified of."

"I doubt it," you say. A jolt a fear runs through you as soon as you say it. Is he going to shock you? But he doesn't.

"Time will tell," is all he says. His right hand, which had been on your butt, reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs a tube. "In any case," he says, "when did you most recently have intercourse?"

"It's been almost two years," you say. "Riley's the only one I've ever done anything with."

"Alright," he says. The hand on your head pushes you into another kiss, then moves its way down to undo the lid on the tube. He's lubing up his fingers. Maybe you should be relieved he's bothering, but you aren't. You're just scared.

A long, thick, cold finger plunges into your hole. You gasp. "Looks like you'll be nice and tight for me," he says. He makes a few circles with his finger. He hits your g spot. You shiver. "Good," he says. "Responsive." Fuck. Fuck, he's liking it more. Poker face. You have to keep your poker face.

Another finger joins his first, and he starts spreading them, working to stretch you out. To your immense dismay, you feel yourself getting hard. The Nothian speaker notices it. He rubs your cock a few times with his thigh. "Excited?"

"I thought we'd established that I'm terrified."

He starts to reach for his com pad, for the button that makes the collar go off. You flinch. He hesitates, and he pulls his hand away. "You can be both," he says, "and I think you are both, whether you admit it or not." After several minutes, he goes to insert his third finger, but pulls it back. "Not ready yet," he mutters. After several minutes more, he pushes it in, and he stretches you more. "I'm sure you know this, but try extra hard to relax once I take you. Otherwise, it will hurt."

You say nothing.

"I just spoke to you," he says.

"Yes, sir," you say.

"Good boy." Once he feels the time has come, he orders you off the bed, then gets off of it himself. "Bend over," he says. You take a deep breath. You can get through this. You bend over the bed. Your ass now lying there, ****. About to be used. He lubricates his erection, then positions himself behind you, spreading your cheeks with his hands. "Deep breath," he says. You take one. "Good." He lines it up. He pushes his cock into your hole. You feel it stretch you. He's inside you. He eases his cock in further. You close your eyes. You try to pretend it's Riley. He did this countless times. The cock eases into you, thrust by thrust, each one taking it half an inch deeper. When it hits one spot in particular, it gets another moan from you. "There you go," he says. Not Riley's voice. You open your eyes. At least he used lube. It could be worse.

He grips your cheeks, and his thrusts grow more forceful. His hands move up and down your sides. He caresses, almost massages you. The gentle squeezes match the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure tempts you to moan, but you fight it down. You don't want him thinking you're 'responsive' again. Once he makes it back down to your ass, he grips your cheeks and doubles his speed. Your every breath is heavy now. They're getting quicker.

After several more minutes, he's pounding you about as fast as he can. The attention has your own cock leaking. His breaths are getting shaky. His moans, louder. Then it happens. He plants himself as deep inside you as he can, and his seed launches into you. "Yes!" he shouts. "Gods yes!" His orgasm lasts half a minute, and he's huffing the whole time.

When he's done, he pulls out of you. "You did alright," he says. "I think someone is going to have a fun time with you."

Fuck. "So," you struggle to say, "So I will be for, for sex?"

"Probably. Try to think of yourself as lucky. It'll be easier than some people's jobs. Now, get back on the bed."

You do. He lies down next to you. He wraps an arm around you. He's cuddling you. You didn't want him to want to cuddle you.