no, he doesnt

It didn’t take Phasma long to work at Finn’s codpiece and after a few second’s of fiddling with the hard metal protecting the young man’s crotch she soon got a hold of the codpiece and roughly tore it off, ripping it from the rest of Finn’s bleach-white standard issued armour. The codpiece giving way to the simple piece of fabric that held his manhood within.

That however didn’t last long and Phasma tore the material covering Finn’s crotch away allowing his dark-skinned ten inch manhood to flop free of its prison and be laid bare for his captain to see.

Phasma kept her firm grip on Finn’s neck, ensuring he wouldn’t go anywhere unless she deemed it necessary. Looking down she saw that Finn’s manhood was indeed rather appealing, flaccid and it was still a rather large ten inches at that. She could certainly see a great many things that she could **** Finn to do with such an impressive piece of man-meat. If it was this large when flaccid then she was very curious to see what size it could get when erect.

“Hmm, not bad” Phasma grunted as she looked down whilst keeping Finn pinned to the wall “nothing too impressive but I suppose it will do” Phasma ensured that she made it clear that she was moderately satisfied without sounding too appreciative. FN-2187 was her subordinate after all, he should be the one complimenting her, not the other way around.

Finn gulped, scared; Phasma’s grip around his neck was close to cutting his breathing off and her other strong grip soon found its way around his cock, ensuring that he was entirely hers now. He’d seen Phasma in action more than a few times and he had no doubt that if she wished to that she would be strong enough to castrate him by simply tearing his manhood off his pelvis. Such a thought kept the young man frozen solid, not making a move lest he anger his superior.

Phasma looked up from Finn’s cock and simply looked at him directly in the face as she began running her hand wrapped around Finn’s cock back and forth, there was no emotion on the short blonde haired Captain’s face as she slowly began jerking Finn off.

Phasma watched intently as Finn’s face went through a myriad of expressions; be they ones of pain from the grip Phasma had around his throat or the occasional look of relief and the occasional groan of pleasure as the sensation of his CO jerking his cock hit him full ****. There was no steady rhythm or pattern to Phasma’s jerking his cock with the only one being the unexpected changing of Phasma alternating between stroking his cock slowly or quickly.

As she stroked Finn’s cock, Phasma felt it slowly began growing more erect in her grasp. Her hand’s, not those of a trained sex worker but more that of a trained marksman still did an effective job at bringing Finn’s member to full-mast. She rather enjoyed squeezing Finn’s cock slightly harder at times to hear him beg for her to ease up.

“Hmm, you haven’t cum yet” Phasma said in an expressionless voice “I thought a little bitch like you would let go the moment my hand touched you” the Captain ensured to make herself talk as demeaning as she could towards her prisoner. “You might just make it to the main event after all” and with that she released her grip on both Finn’s throat and cock and stepped back causing the young trooper to fall to his knees whilst gasping for breath.

Finn could hear loud clanging noises as he massaged his throat with his hand, the throat that had previously been almost crushed by his superior whilst his cock was abused at the same time.

“S...so we’re going to have sex?” Finn said, disbelievingly as he got his breathing under control “You’re my CO!”

As Finn looked up he saw a sight he never thought he would see, his CO; Captain Phasma lying on the edge of her bed had removed the armour plating from her torso, pelvis and upper arm’s giving him a view of the intimidating Captain Phasma’s heavily toned body; a firm six-pack was highly visible just underneath the Captain’s rather surprisingly large breast’s and further down Finn saw Phasma’s tight womanhood which was accentuated by the trimmed patch of light blonde pubic hair that rested above it.

“You have some nerve to actually think that I’ll be the one who is gonna get fucked” Phasma snarled as she watched Finn’s gaze wander over her mostly-nude body “learn your place, trooper” Phasma knew exactly how to make men beg for mercy whether it be on the battlefield or in the bedroom. It was time to see how long FN-2187/Finn could last before she sent him crying to the infirmary like a bitch.