"C-Commander! I wasnt...!"

"At ease. Just give me the report."

Anubis Kruger was a lot of things, but intimidating was not one of them. It was for that reason that he was so surprised when people stammered in his presence. Was it the fact he was a Sirian, a canine-shaped individual with scales instead of fur and fins for ears? Was it purely the fact he was a commanding officer, but not even supreme commander? He didn't know, but it ultimately didn't matter. He reached out to take the report from the cadet's hands, placing it in front of him. He glanced up at him, flicked his eyes to the door, then made a gesture.

"If there isn't anything else..." Perhaps it was his tone, as well, that made him so intimidating. The cadet straightened and nodded at him fervently before he turned and left, shutting the door behind him and leaving the commander to peruse the report...what little there was of it. With a sigh, he leant back in his chair, eyes scanning the papers, before he ran a gloved hand over the back of his head.

Living in a space station orbiting Earth was difficult. His own home planet, Sirius, had been unfortunately lost, and whilst the grief of his homeworld was great, the loss of his usual space station was also a difficulty-- Earth operated differently, had different needs, and required staff who understood the culture...it was much to his chagrin that most of his last squadron had split, and now he has a great number of humans on the staff. That wasn't so bad in itself, but as commander, he had a duty to take care of the interpersonal relationships between other species...and he also had to run a tight ship for the benefit of his supreme commander, Fowler Birdie. He was due to retire soon, and it was likely that Kruger would take up the mantle...such a thought stressed him even more.

What he needed was time off, but such a thing was impossible. Instead, there were other methods he could relieve his stress...and Earth-made rubber balls were not in. He looked up towards the sliding door, aware it was acutely shut...and his gaze travelled down, looking beneath the sleek white desk towards his own pants. His uniform was navy blue, his chest emblazoned with the Space Patrol Delta, S.P.D, insignia. The belt kept his pants snug around his scaled form, but all it took was to reach down and loosen the buckle, allowing him access to the button of the trouser beneath. He was a little apprehensive-- he didn't want anyone just walking in and seeing him-- but he was a little too pent-up, a little too much in need of relief, to be as lenient as he should be.

There was a certain fervency to his movements, but he did his best to be discreet, despite the lack of cameras or another presence in the room. He wrestled with the button of his trousers and it came apart easily, allowing him to push down the zipper and delve his hands into the confines of his crotch, sneaking underneath the skin-tight undergarments that most federation officers wore. A sigh escaped him when his gloved hand trailed across the contours of his own flesh, fingers touching with the scaled exterior of his humanoid-shaped cock. He barely fumbled it for a moment before it started to swell, already betraying his need, and with a swift swipe of his fingers, he tugged it upwards and pulled it free from within the underwear, exposing it to the world. The base of it remained entrapped by the band of his underwear, but it didn't matter-- the half-flaccid, rapidly growing member quickly swelled under the simplest of touches, and he couldn't help but to peel away one of his gloves so that the white palms of his blue-scaled hand could easily press to the warmth of his own cock, causing it to twitch to a quick and ready full-mast within a matter of seconds. The foreskin peeled back, exposing a pinkish tip, and a groan escaped him that betrayed days of pent-up desire.

He needed this, badly. His fingers trailed and curled firmly around the length of his 8-inch cock, beginning to stroke up and down. The white scales of his length stretched as his member throbbed and pulsed, swelling within his grip, eager for more. A heavier sigh escaped him as he pulled the skin back and pumped it back up, tickles of pleasure shooting up his spine, spreading across his limbs, coalescing in his loins...he didn't even realise how pent-up he was before, but now it was so obvious. He rolled his head back and gave in to those sensations, enjoying the feeling of it, the warmth, the delight...he was so overcome with it that he didn't even notice the knock on his door, nor the murmur of words from the other side, nor did he notice the sliding doors opening-- none of that registered to him until it was too late.

"U-Um--"

The noise of a person speaking snapped Kruger back to reality mid-stroke and he snapped his head forwards to see someone standing in the doorway of his office. They were a slender dragon-shaped anthropomorphic alien, with white scales and light blue hair atop their head, dressed in a standard S.P.D infantry uniform.

"Get out!" Kruger's instinctive reaction was perhaps the worst, but it did the trick; the cadet yelped and quickly turned around, punching the manual lock to the side of the exit so that the door quickly snapped shut. Whatever arousal Kruger had dissipated in an instant, and his angry, scaled expression became panicked and nervous. Shit, why did he do that? His member shrank over the course of several seconds as he stuffed it away, forcing it down into the confines of his underwear as he stood, beginning to plan his next move, his mind racing.

That cadet was one he was only a little familiar with; he was a new hire from the further reaches of the galaxy, from a smaller planet that wasn't as quite advanced as the others. He was reptilian, like Anubis, but he wasn't a Sirian...he'd only been with them 4 months or so, and he was just plainly average on his job, neither a rising star nor dead weight. From what Kruger remembered, his name was Koun...and he'd just seen his superior officer, his commander, jerking off in his office. That, if nothing else, could be grounds for insubordination if Kruger wasn't careful, but he was concerned less with the potential backlash, and more about saving his own embarrassment. He swiftly rose and rushed to the door, making sure he was presentable before pressing the manual button to open it.

He didn't have to stride far to find the cadet, who had started to hide, as if he knew he'd be in trouble. Kruger found him in the changing rooms, toying awkwardly with the biometric lock on his locker, not quite opening it and not exactly locking it either-- he was clearly just wasting time. He didn't seem to hear Kruger as he approached, and thankfully, for the moment, it was just the two of them. The chances of someone walking in as they were talking were rather high, so for good measure, he pushed the manual button to close the sliding doors and used his ID card to lock it. For safety purposes, only he and the maintenance crew were able to lock and override doors...but thankfully, maintenance didn't show up until the late evening.

"Cadet," His voice boomed and Koun immediately jumped, whirling around on the spot to stare at him, wide-eyed. "A word."

"C-Commander, I--" The dragon babbled, reminding Kruger of how young the cadet was compared to him-- there must be a good 13 or 14 years between their ages, at least.

"Enough," Kruger strode across the room and grabbed Koun by the collar, pushing him up against the locker. "What you saw...if you breathe a word of it to anyone, you can kiss your position at this station goodbye. Am I understood?"

For a moment, Koun said nothing, his shocked face frozen in a mixture of fear and surprise. Then, to Kruger's surprise, his expression slowly calmed and began to harden. For a rookie cadet under pressure, his expression was...unprecedented.

"It would be difficult for you if Supreme Commander Birdie heard about your threatening a cadet with court-marshal over catching you in a compromising position." Koun's calm expression pierced Kruger in a way that shocked him, and when Anubis's expression visibly changed, the dragon started to grin.

"You...!" Kruger snarled, his fist curling tighter around Koun's jacket. "Don't you dare."

"You can't stop me..." Koun remarked. "I could walk out of here and tell him right now, use the proper channels, file a formal complaint...it wouldn't look good for you to silence me here, commander."

Kruger was silent for a moment. Unfortunately, Koun was right...and the Sirian had made the mistake of thinking the 19-year-old cadet was just a rookie. He was clearly smarter than he had let on, and had been playing along with everyone else up until this point. It was impressive, and in any other instance Kruger would have complimented him...but at that moment, he was frustrated and angry.

"What do you want?" He demanded through gritted teeth. Was it money? Fame? A higher position in the staff? Usually, people demanded one of those things...but Kruger wasn't expecting Koun to grin wider, nor was he expecting his inevitable response.

"I want you to get on your knees." Koun growled under his breath, and fury surged through Kruger's body.

"You fucking--" He began, but Koun cut him off with a chuckle.

"Think about your position, commander." He warned, and the blue Sirian couldn't refute it. Slowly, with a measured fury, he loosened his grip on the cadet's jacket and slowly lowered, nausea filled his throat as he got onto his knees. If it weren't obvious to the majority of his crew, Kruger was a man who had no interest in other men...but he also wasn't stupid. He knew what Koun wanted from the way he'd demanded it, and the thought of having to please another man was awful, perhaps even traumatising...but it meant keeping his position, he'd do it. With some reluctance, he settled down on his knees and watched as Koun pierced him with a lidded, amused gaze for a moment, before the dragon started to loosen the belt of his pants. For such a slim adult, he didn't really need it, but it was part of the uniform. Once it was loose, he wasted no time in popping the button and pulling down the zipper of his military trousers, just like Kruger had done for himself moments ago...the commander never thought it'd come to this.

"Open wide." Koun grinned to himself as he reached in beneath his clothes to wrestle his member through the hole in his boxers, eventually managing to do so after a few moments of heated eagerness. His white, humanoid cock twitched in the air, mostly half-hard, but rapidly rising to a full mast with the Sirian's head mere inches from it. Kruger turned his head to the side and grimaced, starting to regret having to do it, but he realised he had very little choice in the matter. To make things worse, Koun pushed his hips forward and deliberately nudged the end of his cut cock against the man's cheek, causing it to twitch against his blue scales.

"Put some effort in, sir." Koun remarked darkly, cupping a hand under Kruger's chin and slowly coaxing him into facing his cock head-on. The Sirian looked up at the dragon with a dark expression, realising he didn't have much choice, and he nervously opened his mouth, revealing the dark pink flesh of his tongue hidden within. Koun used his free hand to angle his already stiff member towards that awaiting entrance and he sighed as the length of his cock glided along his superior officer's tongue, all the way to the back of his throat. Koun's cock was a couple of inches shorter than Kruger's own, not that it mattered much, but it was lengthy enough to threaten to push down into his throat if the man wasn't careful. The taste was unpleasant, but Kruger endured.

Slowly, Koun thrust his hips a little, groaning under his breath as the length of his member rubbed and smeared across the Sirian's tongue, each movement slickening the cadet's cock more and more with spit. Koun muttered something that was hard to hear, but Kruger didn't ask him to repeat it, instead watching as the dragon put his hands atop the man's head and cupped around his fin-ears, pulling him down onto his 6-inch dick. Anubis gagged for a moment and strained, feeling it shove down into his throat for a moment, before Koun pulled back and groaned under his breath, clearly enjoying it.

Koun doesn't ask Kruger to start bobbing, surprisingly, and instead, he simply starts to thrust, humping into the man's mouth and huffing under his breath as he pistons his dick along the length of the Sirian's flat, red tongue. With each thrust, Kruger felt a tickle of unease grow within him, and his loins remained undisturbed by the act-- he liked to think of himself as being completely and utterly straight, so sucking a cock did nothing for him. He did, however, comply with Koun's wishes and tried to make it as quick as possible, doing his best to stretch the muscles of his flesh to cup around the thrusting cock, feeling it become more and more slick over time.

"Oh yeah, that's it..." His fingers curled against the man's blue scales and Koun began to thrust a little father, huffing under his breath and picking up speed over time. Kruger was pretty sure the cadet's balls would hit his face if they could, but thankfully they were hidden away within Koun's pants, saving him the humiliation. Koun muttered some more things that Anubis once again couldn't hear, but it didn't entirely matter, for the more Koun thrust, the less the Sirian could breathe, let alone get his own words out. He started to make noises akin to gagging, though it was just mostly the mixture of spit and pre-cum at the back of his throat that coalesced around the head of the cadet's cock that made those noises happen, and they intermingled with Koun's moans of pleasure. Kruger was thankful that no one could see them, and hopefully couldn't hear, either.

Suddenly, without warning, Koun tugged back and slipped out of the man's mouth, staggering backwards a little, but thankfully stopped by his own locket pressing up against his back. His cock popped free from Kruger's mouth and slid along his wet nose, prodding him between the eyes whilst twitching wildly, oozing pre-cum against his scales. Kruger growled under his breath, feeling emasculated, but Koun merely smiled.

"That was great..." He huffed. "But I don't want to finish just yet. I want more."

"That..." Kruger began, but kept his mouth shut. His beginning thoughts didn't escape Koun's deduction, however.

"Were you about to say it wasn't part of the deal?" Koun snickered. "We haven't even stuck a deal yet. Get up."

Biting his tongue, Kruger slowly rose, feeling displeasure at being ordered around as well as disliking the taste of dick in his mouth. As he rose, Koun casually stroked himself, smearing Kruger's spit around, before he made a gesture that effectively inferred that his commander should turn around. Anubis was apprehensive, but he slowly obliged, turning on the spot to reveal the back of his jacket and trousers-- he didn't have a tail to speak of, so there was no problem with it getting in the way.

With a push, Koun directed him across the room towards a set of shelves that sat against the wall, firmly in place and mostly blank, intended for placing people's more delicate belongings on top when they were changing. It was roughly chest height, but Kruger couldn't understand why Koun wanted him over here. It became obvious when he felt a hand on the side of his hand, pulling at the edges of his trousers and trying to slip them over his manly hips.

"What are you..." Kruger began apprehensively, and Koun merely tutted, pulling a little harder and exploring the blue and white scales of Kruger's body.

"I said I wasn't done," Koun insisted. "Lets get these off."

Kruger gritted his teeth and tried to argue, but held his tongue again, doing his best to keep quiet-- he didn't want Koun to abruptly change his mind and go telling the supreme commander. Koun only used one hand, the other still presumably stroking his cock, and edged down the Sirian's pants on both sides, scooting further and further until they finally moved past his legs and unceremoniously dropped, falling to his ankles and exposing his mixed blue and white scaled ass. Between his cheeks, the scales became whiter, and his crotch and stomach shared similar colourations, but the rest of him was a rich, ocean blue. Koun seemed to appreciate the sight of it and Kruger immediately felt a hand on his ass, gripping and squeezing.

"What a nice ass you have, commander." Koun remarked, his fingers flexing on the scaled rump before he reached around, putting a hand on Kruger's hip to force him forward. Anubis instinctively reached up to put his arms on the shelf in front of him, gritting his teeth when he felt a thumb dig into the crack of his ass, forcing it to spread open.

"W-Wait--" Kruger began, apprehensive-- he'd never had anything in his ass before, and he didn't know if he wanted to do this. Was it worth his dignity? His position? He didn't even have time to think about it, for Koun was already sticking his cock between the cheeks, pushing forwards until the head of his humanoid member kissed the Sirian's hole.

"You agreed to this, commander," Koun teased. "And your ass looks so good...I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Hold u--" Kruger tried to argue, but his words immediately stopped and he grunted as he felt Koun push, trying to shove his cock inside. The man's hole surprisingly stretched to accommodate the member, but that did nothing to stop the discomfort that spread across his taut, virgin ring as the cadet's length sunk inside, sliding deeper and deeper with only a mixture of spit and pre-cum to lube up his push.

"Oooh..." Koun let out a groan of delight as he slipped deeper and deeper, his hands cupping onto the man's hips and holding him tight as he both pushed forwards and pulled the man towards him, until his pelvis met with his naked ass. Koun kept his clothes on for the most part, wanting to be as quick and as lustful as possible. He rolled his hips, hissing through his teeth as he kneaded his hips against those plump cheeks, before he pulled back and started to thrust. His moans were boyish, inexperienced, but his thrusts were powerful, and did nothing to convince Kruger that he was going to be gentle.

Anubis didn't ask him to slow down, mostly because he knew Koun might not, or he'd use it against him. His thrusts weren't measured, they were completely filled with lust. Spikes of discomfort shot up the man's spine, but at the same time, it felt...good. Somewhere within it was pleasure that made his loins tingle and his cock harden, but it didn't manage to become more than half-mast, and Koun made no efforts to reach around and grab him. Instead, he felt a hand move from his hip, snaking around to his thigh and forcing his leg up.

"Wh--" Kruger grunted and sucked in a breath as his leg came free from his pants, being hiked up to spread and expose his ass even more as Koun picked up speed, beginning to make the room noisy with the sounds of their scales meeting one-another and the squelching of his lubed-up cock sliding back and forth. His thrusts inevitably became rougher, and those ones relatively quiet sounds became loud, accentuated by hard slaps of his balls against the man's ass, intermingled with the grunts of discomfort from the commander's lips and the huffs and groans of passion from the cadet's throat.

"Oh shit, you're so...Oooh...commander..." Koun huffed, thrusting faster and faster. "Oh god, I think...!"

Kruger knew what he was going to say, but the cadet didn't even finish his sentence. The 19-year-old pressed his body fervently up to the Sirian's body, his hips bucking powerfully over and over, until he finally plunged forwards with a long, heavy sigh. Kruger could feel his cock pulsing and twitching inside him, shooting a spread of warmth up the man's body, where it coalesced in his stomach and made him tingle. Each thrust had teased Anubis's prostate, and coaxed him to half-mast-- much to Kruger's humiliation, a little bead of pre-cum oozed from the end of his cock, and the feeling of being fucked was something he wouldn't forget for a while, for good or for bad. He hoped that'd be it, but apparently, it was not.

Koun's hand withdrew from his leg and wrapped around the front to grab his superior officer's cock, and with a few loose pumps, he brought the commander to full mast, making the Sirian suddenly tense up in surprise. He let out a grunt, squirming ever so slightly between the shelf and Koun's body, as the cadet stroked him more and more, pumping his cock as he slightly kneaded his hips to stimulate Kruger's prostate from the inside.

"No, don't...!" Kruger regretted being so pent-up and not finishing himself off earlier, for the slight edging from earlier combined with the prostate stimulation and the rapid stroking of Koun's hand brought him close rather quickly. His pleading did nothing but encourage Koun to keep going, the dragon panting quietly against his neck as he jerked him off faster and faster. Kruger could feel the growing pleasure within his loins, a pressure tightening in a way that was hard to ignore, and was all too familiar. He tried to say something more, but the shudder that ripped through him, combined with the periodic squeezing of his insides, made him clamp his mouth shut-- he desperately restrained the whimper that rose up from his throat as his orgasm overtook him.

Humiliation and intense pleasure washed through his features; the stimulation of his prostate was suddenly and overwhelmingly intense as he came close to release, and when he finally climaxed his innards clamped down and squeezed, milking Koun's already spent cock. Splatters of cum shot across the wall in front of him and dribbled down, unfortunately, caught within the innards of his pants that lay in a heap on the floor. Each spurt and throb sent familiar spikes of pleasure up his spine, but within it was shame...to have cum from another man's hand, from another man's cock in his ass, felt unforgivable.

Koun sighed tiredly, before pulling back and sliding out of Kruger's ass, his hand withdrawing to stroke the man's hip, whilst the other hand continued gripping his otherwise. His cock swung from Kruger's hole, half-limp and sticky with cum, before he brought his head close to Kruger's ear-hole.

"That was fun, commander...but I don't think I'm quite satisfied in keeping my mouth shut," He muttered. "How long is it until maintenance gets here?"

"...3 hours." Kruger snarled.

"Then that's 3 hours we have left..." Koun giggled, making Kruger's stomach churn with a mixture of unease and nausea.

This was going to be a long afternoon...and it was all his fault.