0 comments/ 27264 views/ 1 favorites To the Bottom of the Sea By: DesmondDesmond Location:   Pacific, 300 kilometres past Easter Island, heading due west, passing sea mount communities. Condition:   Normal Ships time:   18.30hrs zulu time Funny how Lucas always manages to be in the gym the same time as me, Lieutenant Hitchcock mused as she sweated on the nautilus machine. Lucas was hunched over on the bike trying not to be noticed and making himself more obvious in the process. Unfortunately for Lucas they were alone, that meant as he tried to surreptiously watch her Hitchcock was watching him. A response test, she thought, moving off the arm program and into the thigh sequence. Hitchcock could smell her own sweat; a high, light perfume. She could smell the people that had been in the gym before them; dense, musky odours that would linger, perhaps for hours. The thigh sequence began. After a few minutes of watching the wall she stole a look at Lucas. Wolenczak appeared to be having trouble breathing, was a little redder in the face than before and kept looking at the floor as he cycled on. It wasn't simply the sight of Hitchcock in the unitard and shorts that drove Lucas to follow Hitchcock's exercise schedule with such precision. It was her smell as she worked, the small sounds she made as she exercised and the thought that she knew why he was always here on the bike before her and yet she still came, regular as clockwork, to the nautilus and sat there, with a feint sheen of moisture on her, exercising for him. The gym gear she wore had gotten progressively more aggressive in the time he had been shadowing her - gone from an old baggy sweat suit, through sweat pants and lycra top to this most enervating of combinations, grey marl unitard (the high legged swim suit kind, he noticed) and a pair of black cycle shorts. The definition across her buttocks and thighs was incredible, there were moments as she ran on the running machine when Lucas thought he would die, right there, as he watched her ass and marvelled at his good fortune. By the end of her routine Lucas had cycled almost a hundred kilometres, normally it was only forty or fifty, so today was a particularly long one. ... and he only groaned once. Hitchcock's train of thought was disturbed by the ships bell, 19.30hrs. Towelling her face she stepped off the running track and strolled over to where Lucas sat on the machine, pedalling steadily, hunched over, "You know, you should do some laps or something, Wolenczak. Put in some time on the rower or the nautilus." Hitchcock smiled to herself, she knew perfectly well why he chose to sit on the bike hour after hour; it had nothing to do with fitness and everything to do with disguising his erection. She knows, fuck, I've been made, doubt raced through Lucas' mind and fluttered across his face, have to say something, anything. "Well, I'm just not into the muscle thing, Lieutenant, just want to get some aerobic exercise. If I use this thing," he said tapping the handlebars, "I can imagine I'm on the surface doing something else." Good work, almost plausible, he said to himself. Lucas looked quite pleased with his little speech, relief showed in his face. "Okay Wolenczak, I'll see you later." Hitchcock stretched lazily, not more than foot from the bike, turned and walked away, she could feel his eyes on her and almost hear the rush of blood in his cock. The thought caught her by surprise, and caught her imagination. Into the showers though first. It took Lucas almost ten more kilometres before he was able to get off the bike. Why do I continue to torture myself like this, he thought, she knows - she must - why else would she say that? Lucas wandered off, back to the narrow dark warren he made his own. A little steam crept from beneath the door to the women’s shower room as he passed, alone in the corridor Lucas paused, scratched absently at his balls and realised exactly how much havoc she had wrecked upon him. Standing there he was almost knocked down by the person emerging from the door, Hitchcock. "What are you doing there Wolenczak?" There was a hard, terse note in her voice. She hit him with those high intensity blue eyes, quickly looked him up and down, Lucas was looking into the middle distance, with one hand in his jogging pants pocket. She could smell him, he hadn't showered. Time for some fun, she thought. Lucas looked up startled, realised she was standing right in front of him, looking right into his eyes. He yanked his hand out of his pocket on reflex. She'd said something to him, but what? He blurted, "On my way to the mess... pick up a soda... thought I saw something, heard something... you hear anything?" He hadn't broken her gaze but had broken into a blush, could feel the tips of his ears burn. It was all Hitchcock could do not to laugh, the boy was blushing. "I'm on my way there too, and no I haven't heard anything, don't worry, if anything happens we'll be the first to know." Smiling she put a hand on his shoulder and gently propelled him down the corridor. She walked a few paces behind so she could watch his butt. I wonder what he looks like in swim shorts, she thought, god I love teenagers. So wonderfully predictable, so easy to manipulate. Another darker thought occurred to Hitchcock as they strolled along, this odd couple, and this one made her laugh a little out loud. Fuck, how am I going to get out of this? I can't go into the mess looking like this; people'll think I'm some kind of scumbag. Lucas' train of though was arrested by her little laugh, the burn came back twice as bad to the tips of his ears, but his feet continued to plod along. "You sit, I'll get these," Hitchcock’s tone had mellowed. She stalked over to the dispenser, got two mugs of coco. It is the navy, she thought, and he'll never notice the state he's in. With that and with her back turned to Lucas, Hitchcock dumped a small pill in his mug. Worth every penny I paid in Singapore from the herbalist, she told herself. They made ships talk, about Whiskers operations and ideas he had about increasing their operating efficiency, it was 21.00hrs when Lucas suddenly felt heavy, drowsy almost. Must be the exercise, he told himself. "I gotta go, hit the sack. Sorry, Lieutenant.” Finally, she said to herself, thought I'd been ripped off with this one. "No problem, Lucas. I'll see you later." Her tone was carefree, or so it seemed to Lucas’ fogged mind. About two hours time, I think. Lucas stopped at the head on the way back to his bunk, polished his teeth at the sink in his cabin and crashed out fully dressed still on his unmade bunk. Hitchcock hurried back to her cabin, locked the door and got the bag down from its shelf. As she inventoried the kit inside Hitchcock felt a heat inside her, it had been months since she'd had an opportunity to use some of this stuff, a long time, much too long. The jumpsuit came off and was hung away. Hitchcock stood in front of her door mirror wearing a g-string and lycra vest top, and admired herself, her lean form and lightly but powerfully muscled body. Just a little prep work first, she told herself. The g-string came off and fell to the deck, the top she left on, it was thin enough to work through. Rubbing at her nipples she stood before the mirror, slid her hand between her thighs and used her middle finger on herself. First on the labia, very gently, then on the clit that hid beneath. As she worked Hitchcock daydreamed about the fun to come, about what she had in mind for Wolenczak. There it was, hiding in the bottom of the bag, a quick run under the faucet and it was good as new. A little blob of lube, she bent over using the sink for balance and slipped it in. So much better like this, Hitchcock said to herself, how is it that two dollars worth of plastic can be so much fun? With the butt plug in place she went back to the mirror, smiled at her reflected self and pulled a small chair over. Slouched in the chair, with her feet propped either side of the mirror, she could see everything, feel the basso thrum of the boat’s engines through her heels. Her erect nipples, the way the muscles had tightened across her belly and the shiny blue plastic of the plug, the wonderful sensation it imparted. Hitchcock licked at her finger, tasting herself then slid it down and in. Without so much as a glance on her clit she shoved her finger into her hole, reached far enough in so she could touch the top of her cervix and started from there. A gentle circular motion, moving slightly down with every revolution, so that she though her head might unscrew. Halfway down the desire to cum was unbearable, she pitched her other hand in. Moistened her finger tip and started to work with a circular action on her clit, all the time watching herself in the mirror, the lips spread apart, the colour flush from pink to red, she could feel the orgasm build, it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming, she though of Lucas and his willing body, his compliant mind, she shoved her other fingers into her cunt and brought herself off so hard she almost blacked out. Later for Wolenczak, she giggled inside at the thought, sitting panting in the chair. Hitchcock looked over to the kit and smiled, but not much later. ****** Location:   Pacific, 500 kilometres out from Easter Island, heading due west. Condition:   Normal Time:   00.15 hrs, zulu time. The dog watches, most of the crew slept. Lulled by the steady hum of the engines and gentle sense of movement many enjoyed a deep and dreamless sleep. Darwin moved through his tubes in a more languorous manner than usual, half his brain slept and the rest guided him on. Past the quarters of his friend Lucas. From his vantage point Darwin could see that the young human slept fitfully on an unmade bed. This wasn't unusual, he'd seen Lucas like this often enough to know that it meant nothing unusual; he swam on, lost in cetacean daydreams, whistling softly to himself, remembering the pod and warmer seas. Wolenczak had begun to dream moments before Darwin's visit. His dreams were filled with turbulent, unquiet images - data swimming between his fingers, always out of his grasp - pursuing a restless form through the boat's companionways, never to grasp it - images of pursuit, never of resolution. But something new invaded his sleeping mind. Lucas dreamt of mermaids passing their hands over him; cold, narrow fingertips dancing a tattoo across the backs of his legs, the small of his back, his shoulders; his hands and wrists held fast by kelp as their faces flashed past. The sensations changed from a fine fingertip to a more gentle, curved sensation; almost as if a bottle nosed dolphin were rubbing itself against him, but it couldn't be that (his sleeping mind told him) since there was no sensation of being buzzed by the creature's sonar. But still the curve tormented his flesh, he struggled against the seaweed to see the author of this subtle torture but found no weakness in its hold. He grew slightly colder, Lucas felt the hairs stand on end across his body, the motion continued, then something changed. Before the dream of being under water held no fear for him but now, now it felt as if he were drowning; a moment of disorientation and he found himself awake and on his bunk. Something still felt wrong. Lucas shifted his body and tried to move but found himself restrained, face down on the bunk. His sleep-addled mind raced and he became aware of a taste, a form in his mouth that he couldn't spit out, and he was naked. How was this possible? It didn't add up. Naked, restrained, gagged, this had to be some kind of weird navy joke he told himself. Then he felt another weight on the bed shift and another person's body heat on his back, he could hear them sigh and the curved sensation returned. The curve moved over his body and onto his thighs, the drifted off his skin to be replaced with a different touch. Out of the corner of his eye Lucas could see the remains of his gym gear, neatly sliced to aid its removal without waking him. He could also see an out of place kit bag, but it was empty. The fingertips pressed into his flesh with a gentle kneading action on the crease between his butt and his thighs, then short nails dragged themselves across his ass and down between his legs. His surprise prompted him to pull against his restraints and try to shout out but it did no good, whoever had done this to him knew what they were doing. Lucas still couldn't turn enough to see who it was behind him but something was familiar about this person, not the touch and obviously not the voice, but something was familiar. He stiffened as the fingers touched the back of his balls, paused and the encircled them, Lucas lifted himself a little off the mattress and the hands stole forward a little and a nail scraped the base of his cock. The hand was under him now, cupping his balls and holding the base of his erection, it stayed there for a few moments, it's partner wandered across his thighs and grabbed his waist urging him up into a flat crouch. Normally having his arms pinned at the wrist, head held by the gag and with his knees lifting under him lifting his ass up into the air would be disturbing for a young man like Wolenczak but on this occasion he didn't have an opportunity to feel embarrassment; what he felt was the hand on his dick tighten and begin to stroke first the root and then the crown of his erection. The hand remained there long enough and moved with such a surety of purpose that Lucas almost forgot about it's partner until the nails of his unseen assailant raked themselves all the way down his back from the nape of his neck to the crack of his ass, if it hadn't been for the gag he would certainly have screamed. The hand paused, then slid between his ass cheeks and onto his anus. He realised that he had been lubed up as he slept, that that had been why he had suddenly grown colder. The finger moved around his asshole in a little circle and was then shoved in up to the second joint; he bit down on the ball in his mouth ‘til his teeth hurt. The hand on his cock worked a little faster, the finger in his ass moved in time adding another dimension to the intense sensations. Lucas was held there for a time, the pace slowed and he began to wonder how long he had been in this ridiculous position. The hand on his cock moved up and began to work on the glans itself, fingertips only, working with a lightness of touch that made his head spin. He barely noticed the finger come out of his asshole; all he could feel was the delicate touch on his glans. There was a sudden flash of bright, white light and the whirr of a Polaroid camera, the hand didn't stop and that was the main thing. Then something was pushed in front of him, the pillow at the head of the bunk hit the deck and he could see the image develop on the film, first the lightest areas of the picture then the darker tones. It was him; it was what his manipulator must be seeing now. There was an arm looping into the frame from the right, passing behind his thigh and gripping his dick, he could see the hand and his own cock quite clearly. There was a small area of his ass in the picture with his asshole almost dead centre, still open a little from its earlier abuse, shiny with lubricant. Lucas found himself fascinated by the little picture, enraptured by the feelings coming from his dick and surprised by what happened next. A tongue began to work on his asshole; as he crouched there a hand grasped his balls and held them back, increasing the tension in his dick, the stroking hand picked up it's pace and a tongue slithered and danced around and then into his asshole. A circular motion just like the finger that had been there before, topped off with sudden darts into his asshole. He felt his cheeks grow wet with saliva, his balls were being gently massaged and the fingers on his helmet tightened with every stroke. It was almost with relief that he came, the hot licks of cum shot up the bunk, catching him under the chin and across the chest. Lucas sagged onto the bunk insensate, it was almost a faint, so powerful was the ejaculation. Hitchcock sat back from him, perched on the end of the bunk looking at Wolenczak's semi-recumbent form. Lucas had lasted pretty well, she thought to herself, hadn't struggled too much, had just sort of let it happen. Quite encouraging really. The butt plug rested on her left heel and she gave it a couple of turns with her foot to get herself back in the mood a little. The tube of lubricant was still almost half full and the night was young, she reminded herself. Hopping off the bed Katherine set the instamatic camera up on it’s mini tripod on Lucas' work station, checked the framing and got back onto the bunk. Lucas hadn't stirred, which suited Hitchcock just fine. She checked the limb restraints and the gag, tightened the ones around his ankles and slipped a blindfold over his eyes. She then turned away from Lucas to face the camera, smiling she used some of the remaining lube and took a picture, triggering the camera with a small remote. The feel of fabric over his eyes roused Lucas; he had cum so hard it almost felt like he had a headache brewing, there was an ache in his sinuses to match the ache in his stomach. He tried to move but found himself more securely fastened than before. Unable to shift from the crouch now, his legs had been pinioned. He wondered what was happening, heard the camera click and whirr and then felt the body on the other end of the bunk shift toward him. So much better than the plug, Hitchcock said to herself. She looked at the saliva drying on Lucas's asscheeks and bent and kissed them, she shuffled forward on her knees, savouring the moment. A kiss on the ass! Surely not again! Lucas’ mind raced, he could make no articulate sound. He waited for a hand on his cock, but it didn't come. All sorts of thoughts raced through his mind, he tried to guess what was coming next but failed, yet the thoughts that filled his mind helped fill his cock. A moment more, Hitchcock thought. She watched Lucas tense, inhale and saw his manhood begin to swell and rise. As he exhaled she took her opportunity and pushed herself in. Lucas strained against the cuffs but could not get free, his whole body shuddered as she gripped his shoulders and forced the dildo in further, grinding herself against his buttocks and riding his flexing body, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulder muscles. The strap-on was cunningly shaped, eight inches of priaptic plastic attached to a jock strap of webbing and velcro, the inner face of the jock strap was contoured and moulded to mix sensation with control, it almost felt part of her. Hitchcock was in no hurry, Wolenczak tried to escape the intrusion but Hitchcock anticipated his every move, like a champion cowboy on a steer. Lucas almost swallowed the gag in shock, the cylinder in his ass made him feel strange, light headed. He wanted it out, but at the same time he didn't. His erection didn't diminish, there was a pressure on his prostate that he had never felt before and Lucas could feel the heavy pulse in his cock return, as it came back his sinus ache lifted. Hitchcock began to work as Wolenczak's movements slowed, she ground herself against him and against the dingus, pausing only to add a little more lube and grab a handful of his hair. The hot plastic felt great against her, she angled herself onto the slippery material and moved it from her clit to the opening of her vagina. Lucas had begun to breathe heavily; she pulled his hair back harder and began to slam her cock into him, harder with every stroke. To the Bottom of the Sea Ch. 02 The end of another shift, thought Lucas. He looked across the bridge at Hitchcock’s station and realised that it was empty. The crewmembers readying themselves for the shift change began to chatter amongst themselves, discussing their plans for the evening. Lucas had no plans, just another night of balls ache as he waited for her message. 6 nights had passed since the locker on the recreation deck, 6 nights since her curt instruction – ‘…and no masturbation for you, boy. Not until I give you permission.’ Even though he was certain that she couldn’t observe him in his cabin, Lucas had restrained himself. Even after she had stopped him in the corridor on C deck, unbuttoned her jacket top, pulled aside her vest and made him lap at the single exposed nipple until it stood as hard and erect as he was, Lucas had restrained himself. ‘Patience, Wolenczak,’ she had said as she covered herself up again, ‘patience.’ 6 days of abstinence and all he was aware of was the ache and the need she had created. He knew that if he had gone against her order she would have known and punished him accordingly. 25 minutes to go before the end of his shift and the screen chimed at him, discretely. The message was from her – “In forty minutes you will be at my quarters. You will have bathed. You will not be late. No underclothes.” Lucas’ mouth was suddenly dry; quickly he destroyed the note and set his wrist watch timer running. Lateness was not an option. His pulse quickened. 30 minutes to go – he managed to get off shift a little early. Smiling to his shipmates he scurried from the bridge, trying desperately to disguise his erection behind a clipboard. Quickly back to his narrow cell in the bowels of the ship Lucas grabbed what he needed and hurried off to the head. He wasted no time with his ablutions – Hitchcock had only demanded that he be washed and shortless when he arrived. All Lucas could hear was his ragged breathing as the cold water of the shower sluiced over him. He was acutely aware of the studded tiles beneath his feet, the needles of the shower and the ever-present ache. The rough towelling he gave himself was an exquisite torture. Lucas left his cock and balls alone. If I so much as touch myself, he told himself, I’m gonna explode. With barely 8 minutes to spare he was off to her quarters, thoughts of hunger banished. All there was was the need and the idea that release was mere moments away. Lapse time of 38 minutes and 40 seconds – he knocked on her door. There was no sound from within. His cock was a solid lump in his trouser but there was no answer. He knocked again. ‘Enter’. Hitchcock stood in the middle of the room with a stopwatch in her hands and smiled at Lucas. ‘Wolenczak, good of you to come. In and close the door please.’ His hands trembling with desire, Lucas complied. He stepped further into the room. Hitchcock could see that he was shaking slightly, his jumpsuit trousers were distended in the front but he was making no move to touch himself. ‘Well done, perfectly to time. Why do you think I have asked you here this evening?’ Kate’s face remained carefully neutral throughout, her arms were crossed behind her, forcing her breasts to press against the material of her uniform, she cocked her head to the side. ‘For, for…’ Lucas’ tongue felt suddenly thick and unwieldy. ‘For sex?’ he nodded at her and her face hardened, ‘No Lucas, no sex for you tonight. Take it off. All of it.’ Lucas hung his head in shame. There was to be no release for him tonight. He undressed briskly, careful not to conceal himself from her. ‘Have you touched yourself, boy?’ Hitchcock gripped his chin and made him look squarely into her face. ‘No, Lieutenant.’ Lucas was glad he had refrained, she would have known for sure. He still blushed when she asked him questions like that, the tips of his ears began to colour. Hitchcock was certain he wasn’t lying to her; the look on his face was the same hang-dog expression he had worn in the past. She let his chin drop again so he wouldn’t see the look of triumph that crossed her face. ‘Why are you still wet? Are you unable to dry yourself? Do you need to be taught?’ Hitchcock began to circle Lucas, her face inches from his flesh. He could feel her breath on his exposed skin. Reaching out she ran a single finger tip over his belly. He shuddered violently, his erection lurching up. ‘No, I was afraid I’d, I’d…’ his ears coloured again. ‘You were afraid you’d cum, weren’t you?’ Hitchcock could barely keep the exultant tone out her voice; this was what true mastery was all about. She looked again at his naked form, appraising it. ‘You know Lucas; I think we can do without… this.’ Her hand yanked a couple of blonde hairs out of his groin; he jumped and yelped, ‘What do you think.’ ‘I want…’ Her voice cut across his – ‘You fucking want! Wrong fucking answer!’ Last time she’d pulled out a couple of hairs, this time Hitchcock grabbed and twisted many more. Lucas didn’t yelp. He groaned. ‘Guess what the right answer is.’ She twisted again. ‘Yes, Lieutenant.’ Lucas hissed out through gritted teeth. She released him. ‘Well done. Here, use this.’ She tossed him a hair trimmer, he thumbed it experimentally and watched the toothed blades snick back and forth. He looked back up at her. ‘I don’t know how…’ Again the lost expression. Hitchcock thrilled to see the lost expression. She snatched the cutters from his hand and pushed him against the wall. ‘Must I do everything, Wolenczak? Don’t bother to answer.’ She clicked the guard covering the blades to 6 and ran an experimental pass across the hair above his cock, cuttings fell to the floor. ‘Hmm.’ Hitchcock stood back and looked appraisingly at his groin, not bothering to look at his face. ‘Almost,’ she stepped in and ran the scale down to three and ran her pass again, ‘But not quite. That’s much better.’ ‘What do you think?’ She gestured towards the mirror and Lucas looked at himself, the almost bare skin standing out white against his stomach. ‘Yes, Lieutenant.’ ‘Good boy. Stand still for me.’ Hitchcock worked quickly, taking the hair off above his cock, leaving the trail that lead to his navel. When all that was gone she went to the basin, ran a flannel in the cold water before standing in front of him, looking him square in the eye and slapping the ice cold cloth to his balls. Lucas inhaled violently, his nipples stiffening and gooseflesh suddenly appearing. His balls drew themselves suddenly up, high and hard. Hitchcock held the cloth until it warmed, the second he moved himself against her hand she stepped away. With a broad smile on her face she ran the clipper over his scrotum, finally squeezing his stones in their bag when she finished. Lucas exhaled, he had been trying to hold his breath and keep still as she worked. When would this be over? ‘Nice. On the bunk. On your back, hold your legs behind your knees. Show yourself to me.’ Lucas obeyed, curling himself so his ass showed, his erection pressed painfully into his stomach leaking pre-cum onto his pale skin. Again Hitchcock ran the flannel under that cold tap before slapping the sopping material onto him and watching him flinch. The hair around his anus and behind his balls went the way of all the rest. She pressed un-necessarily on his asshole as she worked. ‘Good boy. Stay there a minute.’ She took her camera out and photographed him curled there. His over full balls had dropped heavily down towards his face. Hitchcock had an idea. As the smile crept across Hitchcock’s face, Lucas became apprehensive. He felt very exposed, bent over as he was his knees touching his shoulders and his raging erection jammed into what felt like his navel. ‘How far over can you bend, I wonder?’ Katherine mused aloud, beginning to run her fingers over his thighs, edging closer to his pink balls. ‘Could you put your feet on the bulkhead, Lucas?’ ‘Would you like me to try, Lieutenant?’ ‘I think I would,’ she touched the newly shaved skin between his testicles and anus as they spoke, ‘If we find out you can, I think I might change my mind about that orgasm.’ He needed no further encouragement, but lifting his back even further from the thin mattress and propping himself against his hands Wolenczak managed to get his feet onto the bulkhead the bed itself was bolted to. He looked across at Hitchcock and realised that she wasn’t looking at his face but at his groin, the change in position had brought him eye to eye with his erect cock. A heavy droplet of clear fluid fell against his neck. ‘I’d like you to hold it there, I think.’ Hitchcock’s voice had fallen to a murmur; she slid onto the bed and knelt behind him. Her torso now helped to prop Lucas up. Leaning forward she passed her hand between his thigh and stomach and began to flick his foreskin back and forth. Lucas groaned. Hitchcock was using a reversed grip on him, her thumb and forefinger gripped near the junction of cock and balls, the little finger skimmed across the ridge of his glans as she slowly manipulated him. His breaths came in ragged puffs, Hitchcock knew that there was no way he could last long. His soft, heavy balls were lifted and rolled as she came to the top of her stroke, experimentally she took a pinch of scrotal skin twixt thumb and forefinger as she pulled and pushed at his cock-skin. Lucas hissed a little at that, at first. Within two minutes his balls had tightened and lifted themselves into the air. Hitchcock leant forward and took a sliver of skin between her teeth and pulled at them. Lucas’ breath faltered a little at that. Lucas managed to concentrate for a moment; Hitchcock kept up an infuriatingly steady stroke on his cock, but he could feel her saliva running against his thighs and back across his asshole. The tightness from his balls told him that his orgasm wasn’t far off, and the way Hitchcock had him locked in told him that he wasn’t going anywhere, concern about where his cum was going to go when it came flickered through his mind. Hitchcock could feel his orgasm coming on; his cock was swelling in her hand, the top beginning to bloat and flair, the tension in his balls she could feel through her teeth. She took aim, almost, with his engorged tool, sucked his balls into her mouth and began to hum. That was all it took, Lucas tensed and almost sat up through his own quivering calves. The first thin shots of cum hit his shoulders, he slumped a little and the rest flooded out of him, Hitchcock played his cock around like a fire hose. Lucas had cum on his chest, chin and cheeks when she had finished milking it out of him. He blacked out for a moment and came to glassy eyed. Obviously his breathing had been impaired but Hitchcock didn’t rise to allow him to unfold, she leant forward to take in the sight of his cum splashed face, revelling in it. Lucas felt her fingers on his face and he opened his mouth to speak, as he did so Hitchcock shoved her cum soaked fingers into the orifice. Lucas swallowed reflexively. He gagged a little on the strange bitter sweet taste. Alike and yet unlike the taste of Hitchcock when she came. Again, she had made him ashamed. She had her face pressed close to his and had the infuriating smirk on her lips. ‘What do we say, Wolenczak?’ ‘Thank you, Lieutenant.’ She smiled at his pleasantry, ‘May I get up?’ ‘You may, but only because it pleases me. Did you like the taste of your cum?’ He nodded, knowing this to be the right answer for her. She moved and he gingerly unbent himself listening inside for the telltales of stress or breakage, there was none. ‘Perhaps I should arrange a special treat next shore leave. I’ll get a man and I’ll share you with him. Me in your arse and him in your mouth. How would that be?’ Lucas could see that the thought pleased her, he stood next to the bed in front of her and began to wank himself to a full erection. Hitchcock licked her lips and looked up at him, the blobs of cum running down his body, she reached out again and began to rub some of it into his nipples. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ Her hand stayed on his torso, playing with the lines and creases in his skin. Lucas began to pull harder and faster at himself. ‘I want to cum for you, again, Lieutenant.’ ‘Where do you want to cum on me, Wolenczak?’ Her eyes flashed at him, a dangerous moment. He faltered for a moment. She ran the zip down on her top and reach inside to touch her stiffened nipple. ‘On your face, in your mouth.’ She smiled; there was an edge of desperation and fear in his voice. ‘And what if I allow this, what will I get out of it?’ This time Lucas’ stroke did not waver. ‘Next shoreleave, I’ll do what you like with who ever you choose. Please?’ She didn’t answer, at least not in words, she knelt in front of him, opened her mouth, held the backs of his thighs and waited. It didn’t take long. With a groan Lucas began to squirt semen at her face and at her open mouth. Hitchcock took his benediction in silence, revelling in the feeling of absolute control that came with every last jump and twitch of his cock. The boy swayed like a tree in the wind before recovering and looking down into her exultant cum-spattered face. What have I done? He asked himself. To the Bottom of the Sea Lucas could hear the breathing behind him, could smell the lube, caught her scent. Hitchcock, fuck it was Hitchcock! He felt her begin to grind the strap-on harder and faster as she tugged at his hair pulling his head back. The thought of her on the nautilus doing the thigh compressions filled his mind and Lucas pushed back against her, willed her on. Oh fuck, I love this part, she thought. The waves of pleasure were spreading out from the dingus, Hitchcock was tugging at his hair with one hand and mercilessly tugging at one of her nipples with the other, pressing her tit almost flat against her ribcage and wanting to scream. Her orgasm came at the apex of a thrust in, Hitchcock felt herself catch against the inner surface of the dingus and began to shudder violently as the orgasm swept through her, she triggered the camera almost without realising it, the fingers in her hand contracted rhythmically and four exposures dropped to the deck. Lucas felt her thrust and then pause as the thing in his ass shuddered inexplicably, the whirr of the camera happened over and over and suddenly she was still. He felt her breasts on his back on knew that she had slumped forward onto him; he was surprised at how light she seemed. The cylinder slid out of him and he felt just a little sorry, a little sorry and a lot used in an unfamiliar way. Hitchcock recovered quickly. He must know by now, she said to herself, laughing a little inside. She felt like running a 10 kilometre trail. This is how a guy must feel, god how I love to fuck. She lifted herself off Lucas' back and sat heavily on the end of the bed, turning to look at his shivering body and revelling in the sight. His limbs were growing numb and his ass was on fire, Lucas felt the weight lift from his back and heard the bunk shift as Hitchcock settled back. How much longer will she keep me like this? He wondered, suddenly fearful that someone might come in or an alarm could sound, how would he explain his condition away? Lucas was relieved when the restraints were undone, eager to hear the last rip of velcro that meant he was free. The ball in the mouth came out and only the blindfold was left. "Touch the blindfold and I'll break your wrist." Hitchcock's words, snapped out in her demanding tone, caught his hand just as he was reaching for the mask that ran over his eyes. Lucas held his hand in the air, waiting for other instructions. A subtle change in air temperature told him that she was standing just inches away, but as he moved his hand towards her she stayed just out of reach. Hitchcock was pleased; he still reached out for her even after being taken up the ass. She took it to be a good sign and grabbed his hand, concentrating on his face. "Lieutenant, is that you?" Lucas was keenly aware of the hold on his hand and the angry ache in his ass, what the fuck was next? Seated on the bunk he was pulled forward toward the heat and his hand was laid on a breast, the nipple projected between the middle and ring finger, he felt it stiffen under his hand. Lucas gave a gentle, experimental squeeze and stopped, half expecting a rebuke and punishment. Neither was forthcoming so he elected to be bold. He leant forward and took the nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and top lip. He felt her hand on the back of his head pulling him toward her and used the flat of his tongue on the hardening bead. Hitchcock grasped his hand and lifted it to her mouth, she began to gently suck at the fingertips and bite the pads, Lucas had reached out with the other hand and was running his fingers over the top of her thighs, a pleasant enough sensation but not what she wanted. Kneeling in front of him Hitchcock manoeuvred his hand into her pubic hair. The muscle tone in her thighs felt great to him, a soft layer of fine skin concealing a powerful mass of active muscle that was quivering slightly. She continued to work on his fingertips and Lucas could feel his erection topping out. Then she shifted position a little and his hand was now resting on a pad of fine, delicate pubic hair. He ran his fingertips in small circles and then slid them down till he felt the lips parted before them, with a small pause Lucas' hands moved into her sopping pussy. He ran his fingernails over the labia and onto her clit; he felt her quake and her breathing changed its rhythm. Working in a circular pattern down below Lucas pulled his other hand out of Hitchcock’s mouth and bent forward to kiss her. Hitchcock was enjoying the feeling of Lucas' delicate fingers as they busied themselves on her pussy, he was in no hurry and the sensations were growing, she could feel the warmth building in the pit of her stomach as he worked. The fact that he leant forward came as no surprise, but he was probably expecting something a lot more gentle. She used the hand on his head to bring him towards her with his head tilted and she pressed her advantage to shove her tongue into his mouth. Lucas started and his hand lost it's rhythm for a moment but he quickly recovered and began to fight his way into her mouth. Lucas hadn't expected her to shove her tongue into his mouth; he liked it but hadn't expected it. However, he had an advantage. The palm of his hand was on Hitchcock's mound with his fingers working at her clit, he pressed with his palm and pushed two of his fingers into her cunt. The inside of her felt silky smooth under his hand and he ran his fingers around until they rested just inside. Using the pads of his fingertips he went to work on her, echoing the movements of his fingertips with the pressure from his palm. Hitchcock realised that she was coming when Lucas bit hard into her lower lip, with the beginning of a wave of pleasure cresting out she tightened against his fingers and broke contact with his mouth long enough to grab a breath and take one of his earlobes in her teeth and bear down on it as retaliation for the bite. At the peak of her orgasm Hitchcock became aware, for a moment, of everything surrounding her with crystal clarity - the way her thigh pressed between Lucas' legs, the feel of his pulse through his erection, how his tongue worried at her jaw line and how her nipples caught against the tiny brush of hair on his torso. She let go of his ear and dropped back against the bunk's thin mattress. "Get me a glass of water, Wolenczak." Hitchcock was breathing heavily, mouth dry from the exertion, her voice croaked slightly. "Am I allowed to take off the blindfold, Lieutenant?" Small, hurt voice. Lucas hadn't been expecting to be talked to this way, not after this. "Only to see that you don't spill any," She was smiling, watching his reaction. "But don't you look at me, or I'll make you suffer." She noticed Lucas' cock stiffen at that suggestion, showing how quickly the boy could be trained. Hitchcock regretted having left the other toys in her locker. But, she thought, they'll be other opportunities to put them to use. Lucas got off the bunk and made his way, by touch, over to the basin. He walked carefully. His ass was sore, but the discomfort mixed with the slick sensation of the lubricant, over to where he thought he should be. It was only then that he slipped the blindfold up a little. The hand that filled the glass from the drinking tap shook. Lucas looked up at his reflection, sleep tousled hair wet with perspiration and eyes wide in shock. He could see behind himself in the glass and realised that Hitchcock was looking straight back at him. "What did I tell you, Lucas?" She was reclining on his narrow bunk, delicate skin and full breasts illuminated only by the light from Darwin's swim tube. A shifting, opalescent blue cast that heightened Lucas' sensation of being in an impossible dream. "Put that back on and get back over here." He approached hesitantly, careful not to spill from the glass. Hitchcock could see clearly the track of his cum up his body and delighted in the sight of his freshening erection. "Stand there boy. Stand very fucking still." Hitchcock took the glass from him and drank a mouthful. "This is warm. Fill it again." She threw the remaining liquid across his face and upper chest. Lucas felt his torso contract. His head lowered a couple of degrees and the glass was thrust back into his hands. "Leave the blindfold on this time. I'm watching you." The voice had an iron rod wrapped inside. Again Lucas shuffled over to the basin, this time he let the tap run until the water was ice cold. He could hear Hitchcock's breathing change in pitch and frequency but concentrated on the job at hand. Hitchcock divided her time between checking Lucas' work, flicking through the Polaroids and jamming as many fingers up herself as possible. As he returned she had to work hard to stop herself from laughing at him. Wet, naked and with his head bowed he seemed highly comical. Then she realised that she wanted him again. "Give the glass to me." Lucas was almost arm's length from her and was steeling himself for another dousing. Hitchcock sipped at it, "Acceptable, now kneel for me, here." She guided him down onto the floor. Again Lucas found himself on all fours in front of Hitchcock. Not even in his wildest fantasies had he imagined anything like this. She moved off the bed and past him to the sink. There was a soft sigh and the sound of something being rinsed under the tap. Then she came back to stand behind him again. "What are you afraid of, Lucas?" Hitchcock was sorely tempted to but the dingus back on and have him that way again, there was no way he would resist. Instead she put a hand onto his waist and let it creep round. Standing over him she allowed one of her nipples to graze his back. With her other hand she slid the butt plug into him. Lucas realised how fully Hitchcock was in control when he felt her touch him and move her hand into his pubic hair. He was almost expecting something else to happen and wasn't disappointed when she pushed the plug into him. Again Hitchcock moved back to the bed, he heard it move as she sat down on the edge of the bunk. Catherine looked down at Lucas kneeling in front of her and exulted in the sensation. With the Polaroid she took another couple of pictures and then set the camera aside. The brief frigging she had given herself while Lucas had been filling the glass hadn’t assuaged the feelings in her cunt. "Come here Lucas, don't get up. Shuffle over her as you are." Lucas moved towards her voice and found himself confronted by a knee, Hitchcock put her hand on his head and guided him the rest of the way. She smelt warm, alive and very faintly of sweat. Lucas felt her hands on his face, running over his eyebrows and nose; her hands had the same scent on them. He found himself salivating spontaneously and swallowed heavily. Her hands urged him forward again and Lucas was enveloped by her scent; heavy, he realised, with musk and the unfamiliar odour of lubricant. Lucas let himself be drawn in. Catherine had herself pried open and held the hair on the back of Lucas' head firmly; she felt his exhalation on her exposed clit and felt it harden. His tongue touched her first just above her clitoris but Lucas worked his way down remarkably fast. He was describing small circles on the delicate skin and quickly encountered the stiffened bud. He paid particular attention to that spot, working at it diligently with a scouring tongue and the occasional gentle bite. Hitchcock let go of his hair, Lucas needed no further encouragement, his tongue swirled at her. She leant back on the bunk and draped her legs over Lucas' shoulders. Lucas realised that Hitchcock was cumming when her legs wrapped round his head and the gentle movements of her torso turned into powerful flexing waves that jammed her cunt into his face. Almost without thinking he shoved his tongue deep into her vagina and felt that take her over the edge. The inner walls seemed to buckle inwards, echoing the movements of her powerful musculature. Lucas found it impossible to breathe; each stolen gasp was flooded with her scent. The legs around his head relented, slid back onto his shoulders; the backs of her heels catching the angry indentations her nails had left. Lucas knew what he wanted; instinctively he stood up from the crouch he was in, Hitchcock’s legs still caught over his shoulders, and gripping the base of his erection slid himself into her. He was astonished by the heat within her; it was almost as if the Lieutenant, his superior officer, was alight. Liquid fire ran from her, enveloping him. Hitchcock was shocked by the power of her orgasm and lay momentarily stunned, she became dimly aware of the motion of the boy inside her; the growing feeling of the blood rushing through his erect cock and the faint twitches as it swelled and bumped against her. Lucas could feel himself within her, his cock butted against her cervix as though trying to breach that last defence. Holding her legs with one arm pressed across his body he first tore off the blindfold, then reached around and stretched backwards to get hold of the butt plug and attempted to move it in symphony with his thrusts. There was a shift in his rhythm and Catherine looked up at the face of the boy, sheened with sweat, earnest, lips bitten inwards as he leaned behind himself and began to toy with the plug she had given him earlier. “Lucas, come onto the bed, I’ll help you,” Hitchcock whispered. He looked down at her; she was lost for a moment in the soft blue of his eyes and his slightly dazed expression. Filled with resolve and with his throbbing cock Hitchcock wrapped her legs around his waist and did a half sit-up until she could catch hold of him under the arms. The change in position forced his erection to press more heavily on her G-spot and Hitchcock could not help but grind against him for a moment, feeling the ridge of his helmet against her there. “Turn around, Wolenczak, and sit on the bed. I’m gonna ride for a while,” Her voice was stronger this time, more insistent. She leant into him as he turned around and sat on the corner of the bed, her hair spilling against his chest. Hitchcock could hear the beat of his heart and feel the echo of its pulse. “Lay down Lucas, you loose this hard-on and I swear you’ll regret it,” the note of control returned to her. A shadow of fear swept over his face, he suddenly looked very young, she leant forward and kissing him hard on the lips gripped him with muscles that there were no machines for in the weight room. Lucas almost jumped; he felt as if he was held by the root of his erection, that any more pressure would crush him. Then Catherine turned around on his cock and faced away from him; she stayed there for a moment and then leant forwards, never once releasing her hold or varying the long, slow stroke she had established. Lucas lifted his head off the mattress pad and watched her ass moving in the half-light. He could see the point at which they were joined when she reached the apex of her stroke, could feel the ring of muscles in her cunt holding the crown of his cock and then she plunged back down his length again. He felt as if he were floating. After a few moments Hitchcock grasped the root of his erection and took hold of Lucas’ stones; they were high and tight, nestled there covered with the same fine, soft hair that he had so sparsely on his chest. In order to get to what she was looking for Hitchcock shifted again, one of her legs was now between Lucas’, she used his bent leg to lean against as her left hand snaked under him seeking out the plug that he had been working earlier. Her shift pressed his manhood even further into her than before, she could feel his balls rising and throbbing with each successive plunge. Her deft fingers found their goal and Hitchcock began to move the plug as a counterpoint to her strokes. That warm feeling returned; her breast rested against his leg, the nipple sliding against the tensed muscle and fine hair. Lucas found himself transfixed by the sensations, the perfect pitch of her movements, the firm grip on his balls and feeling of the plug slowly being rotated were beginning to overwhelm him. He reached out and found his hand resting on her butt; he slid it down to her asscrack and found her wet with sweat and lube. The puckered rose of her asshole yielded easily to his middle finger; he took his meter from her motions and after a moment gave her the ring and index fingers as well. Hitchcock wasn’t surprised when Lucas slipped his finger up her ass; she was when he stretched her with more. Catherine was glad she had lubed up so carefully, the balls in her hand felt ready to cook off at any moment and she too was ready to go. She lifted herself off his cock and moved forward on the bunk, a little away from him. Lucas slumped back; so close to coming and she’d stopped, it was his fault and he was going to suffer. These thoughts raced through his mind, then he heard her soft voice. Lucas lifted himself to look at her, she was crouched at the end of the, on all fours waiting for him. “Fuck me in the ass, Wolenczak. And that’s an order.” Her legs spread wide Lucas moved between them and presented his glans at her hole. “Wait a second,” she reached back between her legs and took hold of him by the balls again. “You’d better do this properly boy or you’ll wish you’d never been born.” Her eyes burnt with desire, looking back at him with that long brown hair hanging down to the bunk, he stuttered out, “Yes. Yes ma’am.” And shot his mark. If he thought the grip within her cunt had been astounding Lucas had no marker against which to compare the force with which Hitchcock held him now. This wasn’t as smooth a ride as her cunt but the feeling of her asshole pinching at him made up for it. As for his balls, it was as though Hitchcock was expecting him to try and back off. One false move and they would be torn from him, held as they were by a handful of scratching nails. She could feel the cum welling in his balls, could feel the head of his cock flaring and the sperm beginning to flow; Hitchcock gave him one last scrape across the back of the balls and held him tight around the base of his cock. She wanted to feel the seed as it rushed into her, before she was filled with hot, wet fire. Lucas was coming. He knew there was absolutely no way to stop himself now, the fingernails scratching him across the balls tipped him over and for the second time that night an intense feeling of rushing pressure had him slamming himself into her, wanting to bury himself inside Hitchcock’s quivering ass. Lucas began to thrust deeper and harder than before, she tensed against him and willed him on, jamming fingers from her free hand into her cunt as she felt the first pulses of sperm rush up his member and fire themselves deep inside her. The heat of the sperm and the sudden coalescing of the sensations around her pushed her into another crashing orgasm. She felt Lucas sag onto her back as the force of his exertions overcame him and she too leant heavily into the mattress. His cock slipped out of her and Lucas rolled off to lie next to her foetal form. Catherine lay for a moment, felt the fire fade from her senses and some of the cum slip out of her, she was wet with sweat and exhausted. Pulling the thin blanket over the two of them she nestled next to the teenager, rested one hand on his prick and playfully cupped his balls. “Not half bad, Wolenczak. But we’ll soon get you into shape.” The hand on his balls was either a threat or a promise; Lucas couldn’t decide which prospect excited him more. ****** A week later… Hitchcock liked to play a long game. It was enough for her that Lucas moved carefully around the ship for a couple of days after their encounter, he was trying not to show his discomfort and that amused and excited her more. She thought back to the first time she had been used like she had used Lucas, remembering the confusion and shame mixed with the longing for it to happen again. To the Bottom of the Sea A week later Hitchcock stepped out of her cabin and made her way to the narrow space Lucas called home. The late shift had taken stations and the rest of the crew were either already off duty or going off. No one noticed the difference in Hitchcock’s gait as she moved through the ship. Lucas was crouched in front of a box of electronics that he had turned up in one of the storerooms; he had the cabin heat up and was wearing cut-off shorts and a tee shirt. A sweat stain glowed darkly on the back of the shirt. In his concentration he almost didn’t hear the knock at the door, but started when he realised that some moments had elapsed. The door swung back and there he was, the distant look of concentration in his eyes. Katherine felt the weight of the toy and knew that tonight was only a prelude, a chance to refocus Lucas’ attention, it was all about timing. “The gym, now,” With that she turned on her heel. “But, Lieutenant...” Uncertainty mixed with desire rushed across his face. She paused in the corridor and spoke over her shoulder; “You’re either coming, or you’re not.” Lucas snatched up the ratty pair of sneakers that lurked by the door and, pulling a light jacket on, hopped after the Lieutenant. The gym was unoccupied, Hitchcock sat waiting for him. The door could not be locked, but the equipment locker was large. Lucas hurried through the door, looking over his shoulder he almost fell over the rowing machine. He blushed red; Hitchcock felt a flash of desire for him, just like the first night. “Are you okay, Lucas?” Hitchcock tried to sound sincere; she didn’t truly give a fuck what he felt like emotionally. Just what he felt like physically. “Yeah, fine. What’s this about?” he was hesitant, guarded but needy at the same time. “Let’s get some privacy.” Hitchcock had the locker door open and stepped inside. Alarm and lust jostled for position in his voice, “But, Lieutenant, here?” “I’m waiting, Wolenczak. You know how I hate that.” Lucas almost fell over himself in his hurry to make it into the small, crowded space. The only light was a low powered luminescent strip; the discarded equipment smelt of oil and the excursions of others, Katherine had moved as far into the space as she could. Lucas moved toward her, the jumpsuit she was wearing was unzipped almost to the waist and Lucas could see the outline of her breasts, his fear melted and he began to salivate. Hitchcock watched as the colour changed in his face and he swallowed heavily, “You may touch me, Lucas. But only for a moment.” Hitchcock took his hand and pressed it to her breast. Lucas could feel her breathing and the fine texture of her skin, the way her nipple grew erect as he gently moved his hand. He bent forward, eager to take it into his mouth. With a savage motion Hitchcock yanked him away, gripping him hard enough around the ear to make him yelp. “I offered only a touch, nothing to do with your sluttish mouth, Wolenczak. Get down,” there was venom in her voice that Lucas had missed, he went to his knees and looked up at her. Hitchcock didn’t release her hold on his ear and kept him close to her. Lucas could smell her excitement, however something was different about her today. “I’ve got a job for your sluttish mouth, boy.” With that Hitchcock yanked her zipper all the way to the bottom, the dildo in its harness sprang out. “I used that earlier, I was bored. But I haven’t had time to wash it. Wash it for me, now.” Lucas looked up at her, confused. “Wash it, how?” he asked. Hitchcock gripped his other ear and turned his head toward her groin. “Are you being deliberately stupid, boy. Wash it with your slut mouth. Now.” Lucas was close enough now to catch the smell of the dildo. It was heavy with her scent, yet more saliva flooded his mouth and he took the prosthesis into mouth, running his tongue over the unfamiliar contours. Hitchcock watched Lucas working, she was right; the boy could be quickly and efficiently trained. The sight of him bent to his work, and her will, excited her. “Enough boy, stand up,” Lucas stood, but wouldn’t catch her eye. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes.” He was looking at the floor plates. “You did, didn’t you? Does that surprise you? That you liked having my cock in your mouth?” Lucas nodded, he was blushing again. “Drop your shorts.” Lucas did as he was told, his cock strained at his underwear. “Did you have that before you had it in your mouth?” Lucas shook his head. Hitchcock moved her hand between his legs and began to stroke the back of his balls with a fingernail. Lucas’ head moved involuntariarly forward, as if pushed from behind. “What shall we do about this then? Should you be punished for enjoying having a cock in your mouth?” Hitchcock dug her fingernails into his scrotum and Lucas winced, only then did he meet her gaze. “Yes.” Hitchcock went to her knees in front of him and tugged Lucas’ trunks down. Taking his cock in her hands she pulled firmly back on his foreskin, revealing the crown of his erection. He was already wet with precum, Hitchcock took hold of his balls and held them firmly down, gripping them at the joint between his erection and sac. Lucas was staring down at her, his head still bent, voice tiny “… please?” Hitchcock didn’t speak, just took his cock into her mouth. She started gently sucking on it, then began to slowly move the soft skin back and forth, all the time holding his balls tightly. They stayed like that for some moments, then without thinking about it Lucas ran his fingers into her hair and took hold there. He started to fuck her mouth, gently at first; Hitchcock began to use her tongue. First worrying at the tip of his cock and then concentrating at the point where the shaft and head met. Lucas could feel the pleasure build, her hard grip on his balls seemed to slow him down; he tried to push harder into her mouth, wanting to cum, but she was in control of the depth of his thrusts. He slacked off and Hitchcock took up the pace, moving her mouth up and down his shaft, his erection was now so hard it was almost painful. Hitchcock could feel Wolenczak’s balls getting ready to cook off; she picked up her pace and started to work harder on his cock. She liked the feel of the soft skin and hard flesh beneath in her mouth and enjoyed the subtle taste of him. Judging her moment perfectly, she released her fierce grip on his balls, holding him only so as to stop him fucking her tonsils as he came. As her hold slackened Lucas felt his orgasm rush over him, with a groan he felt himself empty into her mouth, he stood there stunned by the force of his ejaculation. He didn’t know how long it had taken, how long they had been in the locker risking exposure. More to the point he didn’t care. Katherine had expected to finish the night with Lucas unloading into her mouth, she had no option but to swallow his cum down. Noting as she did so how every man, or boy, she’d ever had had a distinct taste. Looking up Hitchcock realised that Lucas had almost fainted under the force of his orgasm. He was swaying. “I’d put those shorts back on if I were you, Wolenczak. Wouldn’t do for you to march about the ship at half mast,” His erection hadn’t flagged, she noticed. “On second thoughts, don’t bother, come over here.” Hitchcock went to an unused exercise bench and patted the vinyl surface. Lucas moved as if he were on autopilot, shuffling over with his shorts around his ankles. He sat heavily and looked at her blankly, “Lieutenant?” Without a word Hitchcock threw a leg across his thighs and manoeuvred his cock past the jockstrap the dildo hung from and impaled herself on his erection. Lucas snapped into focus. “Did you enjoy that, Lucas?” she held herself still on his rod. “It was great,” again Lucas sounded almost shell shocked. “Are you enjoying this?” “Absolutely.” Hitchcock heaved herself up and down his pole, her hands on his shoulders, her false cock pressed between them. Lucas reached down and grabbed the silicon cylinder. “Does it detach?” he asked, looking into Hitchcock’s eyes. “Let me.” Settling back onto his thighs, his cock jammed against her cervix, Hitchcock ripped the velcro restraints that held the mock cock in place and slid it off. She felt freer without it on and began to slide against him again. “We need to move up the bench,” Lucas said, beginning to slip up the vinyl covered seat, Hitchcock still fixed on his cock, “turn away from me and lean forward.” He propped a leg on the bench for her to use as a rest. The slap caught him by surprise. “Who the fuck are you to give me instructions?” Hitchcock didn’t shout but hissed the words out. Again Lucas looked surprised and bewildered. “But I only want to please you.” “And that is the only reason I indulge you, boy. Never forget who has the whip hand.” Perhaps literally, she thought? Hitchcock turned away from Lucas and leant against his leg, she shifted so that he had a clear shot at her anus. Taking the dildo again in his mouth, this time to lube it a little, Lucas watched as Hitchcock opened herself to him. The puckered mouth of her anus opened for him slightly and he pressed this second cock into her. It didn’t slip in as easily as he had when he’d fucked her like that, he noticed, the dildo almost seemed to catch against the skin. Fearing that he might tear that skin, Lucas let a little more saliva fall onto the shaft of the cock and watched as it pooled against the opening in her body. The dildo took a little more force than usual to slip past her sphincter, Katherine noted. She hadn’t expected the boy to improvise and hadn’t brought any other kit with her. The slightly drier feel of the dildo moving inside her wasn’t unpleasant and the boy was being careful. Hitchcock started to move on Lucas’ cock again; with her arsehole satisfactorily plugged she hurried toward her orgasm. Lucas couldn’t work out why the sensations within Hitchcock had changed, until he realised that he could feel the dildo through the walls of her cunt. He manoeuvred it until the tip lay against ridge of his glans, the pressure adding to the sensation of her hot cunt as she ground against him. Hitchcock didn’t have to wait long, her orgasm built in the pit of her stomach. They hadn’t spoken for some minutes, “Fuck me harder with that thing.” “Couldn’t it hurt you?” there was concern in his voice. “I don’t care,” Hitchcock’s voice rose and for a moment Lucas wondered if they would be discovered, “do as you are told.” With that Hitchcock looked back at him, her eyes glinting. Lucas spat again on the second cock and began to push it harder and deeper into her. The sensation of being penetrated both in her cunt and arse quickened her orgasm and Hitchcock was soon gasping out her pleasure leaning heavily against Lucas’ thigh. As she came the force with which she held Lucas’ cock inside her leapt, he felt as if the semen was being sucked out of him again, dropping the dildo to the floor Lucas gripped Hitchcock’s waist and stood astride the exercise bench, as his leg came off the bench Katherine fell to the vinyl surface, her palms against it. Lucas stood, astride the bench; Hitchcock knelt, her face pressed into the vinyl as Lucas began to thrust hard into her. Sweating, Lucas gave one final thrust and began to unload into the Lieutenant. He let out a low moan as he jetted more cum into her and then sat back onto the bench. Katherine stayed in her kneeling position breathing heavily. They took some time to recover their composure. Turning to face Lucas, Hitchcock murmured, “...you know, boy, I really suspect you might have potential.”