Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/8627884.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Overwatch_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Jesse_McCree_&_Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes
  Character:
      Jesse_McCree, Reaper_|_Gabriel_Reyes
  Additional Tags:
      Enemas, punishment_enema, Abuse_of_Authority, Military, Established
      Relationship, references_to_past_sex, Extremely_Dubious_Consent,
      Humiliation, Shame, Pubic_Hair, Minor_references_to_bathroom_use, Pain,
      discomfort, Crying, Caning
  Series:
      Part 2 of Enemas_and_Overwatch
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-22 Words: 4949
****** Thank You For This Lesson ******
by Deathtouch
Summary
     ☛ in which young jesse mccree finds out what an enema is.
     He knew his relationship with Commander Reyes was inappropriate. He
     knew the both of them could get in a lot of trouble if they were
     caught. That didn't stop him from showing up every Thursday at six on
     the dot. He was supposed to be in the barracks studying the rules and
     regulations handbook at this time of night. He wasn't the only one
     that snuck out on a regular basis though, so no one would notice him
     missing.
Notes
     please read ahead carefully, heeding the tags and warnings. i
     imagined jesse as being a little older than 17 in this but since his
     age isn't specified, and he did join blackwatch at 17 i thought it
     was safe to tag underage anyway. and while there's no flat out rape
     or non-con it's very clear he has no control over the situation, and
     i thought it best to tag non-con anyway. this may not be my finest
     characterization of jesse or reyes, but this fic was mostly about
     writing kink and not about portraying the characters perfectly. i
     hope u guys can still enjoy it for what it is!!
     also i want to say thanks to my lovely and amazing beta reader
     subwaywolf who took time to edit this fic for me! i'm really lucky to
     have someone like him who puts up with all my horrible grammar
     mistakes, and lord i make the same ones again and again. his care and
     consideration truly improves my writing. i'd be at a complete loss
     without him. thank you so much subwaywolf! and also a little thank
     you to twitter pal jack for both empowering me to write filth by
     always swapping nasty ow headcanons w me, and for helping name this
     fic!
See the end of the work for more notes
Jesse knocked on the door to Reyes' office, trying to ignore the knot in his
stomach. He felt sick as a dog during his entire walk across the compound. It
seemed like all the other Blackwatch agents on the base were staring at him,
digging into him with their eyes, knowing things they couldn't possibly know.
It only made the dread in the pit of his stomach double. 

He knew his relationship with Commander Reyes was inappropriate. He knew the
both of them could get in a lot of trouble if they were caught. That didn't
stop him from showing up every Thursday at six on the dot. He was supposed to
be in the barracks studying the rules and regulations handbook at this time of
night. He wasn't the only one that snuck out on a regular basis though, so no
one would notice him missing. 

It started out with just sex at first. Commander Reyes fucked him gently the
first time. Then it was sex in Reyes' office chair, sex against the wall.
Harder and rougher each week until Jesse was biting his lip and fighting back
tears.
Then the Commander tried to teach him how to do other things. Eat ass, suck
dick, control his orgasms. All kinds of stuff Jesse had never thought to do or
try. A month or so ago, Reyes had tried to show him how to deep throat. Jesse
was just no good at it. It hurt, and he'd nearly blacked out from the lack of
oxygen. 

Ever since then, it was nothing but punishment. Commander Reyes would bring up
some stupid mistake Jesse had made during training and punish him for it. Reyes
had given Jesse a bare-bottom spanking like he was an unruly child, slapping
his ass red. Then the next week it was a thin birch cane that stripped the
flesh of Jesse's bare behind. Reyes had stuffed a dirty sock in his mouth to
muffle the screams. 

Jesse knew he was going to be punished for something today. He didn't know what
for, but he was sure Commander Reyes had something nasty in store for him.
Probably a paddle or a whip or something else equally awful. He felt the knot
of dread growing as he waited outside the office door. He tried not to imagine
the worst, but his mind was running wild. 

"Come in," the Commander called from the other side of the door. 

Jesse tried the knob, it was unlocked. Swallowing nervously, he opened the door
and went in.
It was a nice office. Commander Reyes was as high up on the chain as possible
and so he was awarded plenty of office space. He even had a fancy leather
sitting couch and an adjacent bathroom. The most impressive thing of all was
the giant oak desk at the center of the room. 

The door to the adjacent bathroom was open and Reyes walked out. The light
remained on behind him. His black sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and was
wiping his hands on his pants. 

"Sir." Jesse squared his stance raised a hand to his brow in salute.

"At ease, recruit." Commander Reyes nodded solemnly. He waited a beat before
nodding to towards the leather couch. 

Jesse knew to walk over. He sat down on the cushion and looked down at his own
knees. They had sex on this couch once. Really good sex, early on when Reyes
was still gentle with him. Sex where Jesse's body trembled and shook, and tears
filled his eyes because it felt just that good. Jesse used to look at this
couch and smirk, but now all he felt was sick with nerves. 

"Jesse." Commander Reyes reached out and put a warm hand on Jesse's thigh. "I
think I've been a little unfair to you lately." 

Jesse glanced at Reyes' hand, and then up at the commander's face. He was so
handsome. Dark skin, dark eyes, dark facial hair. It was no wonder Jesse had
gone so willingly with him in the beginning. "What do you mean, sir?" 

"These last few weeks, I've been hard on you, punishing you for your recent
poor performance." He squeezed Jesse's thigh as he spoke. "I want to toughen
you up, but I need to remember that the carrot works as well as the whip." 

Jesse's eyebrows drew together in confusion. Did this mean they'd be having sex
again? Lord, he hoped so. It had taken him so long to get used to the size of
Reyes' fat dick inside of him. They hadn't fucked in weeks and Jesse was
actually starting to miss it. 

"Do you know what an enema is, Jesse?" Reyes asked. 

Jesse shook his head. "No, sir." 

"That's okay." Reyes rose gracefully from the couch. "Stand up and follow me to
the bathroom, I'm going to show you." 

Although he was still confused and unsure, Jesse stood up as asked. He wondered
if it had anything to do with using the toilet or taking a shower or something.
Commander Reyes was all but implying that this was some kind of reward but
Jesse couldn't possibly imagine what it could be. 

He followed Reyes in through the open bathroom door. He was pretty familiar
with this bathroom and instantly spotted the giant red rubber bag as being out
of place.  It was just hanging there on the towel rack like it belonged. Jesse
didn't know what it was exactly but he knew he'd never seen it before. 

Jesse's eyes followed the line of clear plastic tubing attached to the red bag.
It looped around the towel rack and connected to a black plastic... sex toy? It
looked like one of the plugs Reyes used to stuff up inside of him for fun. A
little long, but very phallic shaped. 

"This is an enema bag," Reyes said, gesturing to the red rubber bag. "I've
already filled it with warm water. What I'm going to do is take this nozzle
here-" he gestured to the black plastic plug-shaped thing, "-and insert it
inside of you." 

Jesse felt a sudden rush of blood to his cock causing only a slight stiffness
but a definite surge of pleasure as well. He nodded.

"Once the nozzle is secure inside, I'll start the flow of water. It'll trickle
into your body and fill you up." Reyes turned to Jesse and put a hand right
over his belly. It was an oddly tender gesture. "It'll feel nice and warm and
full in there." 

Jesse wasn't so sure about all this. The more he thought about it the more
confused it felt. Reyes wanted to put water up his ass? Why? Was water supposed
go in there? Would it hurt? 

"What's with the look on your face?" Reyes pressed him. 

Jesse realized he'd been staring at the red enema bag since the moment he
walked into the bathroom and he tore his eyes away to look up at the
Commander's face instead. "Is it safe, sir?" he asked hesitantly. 

"Absolutely," Reyes promised. "They give people enemas in hospitals all around
the world, and they sell enema kits at pharmacies everywhere. It'll feel
strange but I think you're going to like it. You'll feel nice and cleaned out
afterwards too." 

It wasn't like he really had a choice. Commander Reyes had made it very clear
since day one that Jesse needed to do as he was told, whether that meant
training drills out on the green or taking a cock up the ass here in Reyes'
office. Refusal would be met with disciplinary action or even expulsion from
Blackwatch. Expulsion from Blackwatch meant jail time. It was either do as the
Commander said or kiss what little freedom he had good bye. Jesse had learned a
long time ago to do as he was told. As scary as it was to try something new,
like an enema, Jesse had little choice. 

"Where do you want me, sir?" he asked awkwardly. 

"Take your pants down and lean over the sink." Reyes instructed. He stepped
away to retrieve something off the toilet tank lid. A tube of lubricant.
Another blood rush to Jesse's cock. He bit his lip and started in on his belt
buckle. 

When Jesse finally got his pants undone he slid them down to his ankles. He
pushed his boxers down after that, revealing his bare ass to the cool air of
the bathroom. Colder still was the porcelain sink as he leaned over it. He was
only slightly self-conscious about being exposed like this. Reyes had seen him
in more compromising positions though, that was for damn sure. It did,
unfortunately, remind Jesse of the position he had to assume while getting
spanked. That made him nervous.

"Widen your stance," Reyes ordered. 

Jesse widened his stance as much as he could, stretching the fabric of his
pants taut around his ankles. 

"Reach back and spread'em," Reyes ordered next. 

Jesse did that too, reaching to pull his ass cheeks apart. He could feel his
face dusting over with a hot red blush. He could also feel another rush of
blood to his cock. He was sporting a hard-on now. Commander Reyes had a way of
doing that to him. 

"You've got some curls back here," Reyes commented, touching the curled brown
pubic hairs that grew up from his thighs and around from his balls to line
Jesse's ass crack with fuzz. 

Jesse knew he was hairy back there, he could feel it when he soaped up during
his showers. He was sure Reyes had seen that hair before too, but neither of
them had ever commented on it until now. There was something acutely
humiliating about having this pointed out, and Reyes touching those hairs was
even worse. Jesse blushed harder but said nothing.  

"I should get a good straight razor and shave you clean," Reyes suggested. Then
he made a non-committal noise. "Next week, maybe." 

"Yes, sir," Jesse grit out shamefully, never more fully aware of the hair on
his body until now.

Reyes' voice shifted back into a more authoritative tone. "Just relax, recruit.
I'm going to lube you up." 

As soon as he said it, Jesse heard the wet squish of lube. He felt Reyes' cold,
wet finger touching over his hole. He was quick and effective with his touch.
Jesse was just glad not to have his pubic hair played with anymore even if this
was infinitely more intimate. He braced for the insertion that came soon after.
Without notification, the tip of Reyes' first finger slid in, coating Jesse's
inner muscles with wet lube. It was definitely an invasive feeling but one that
Jesse had learned to enjoy. He was glad he had reached the point where little
things like a finger didn't burn or make him ache anymore. 

"I'm going to insert the nozzle now." Reyes was polite enough to inform him. 

"Yes, sir." Jesse nodded to show he had heard. 

He closed his eyes, willing the whole of his body to relax. The nozzle hadn't
seemed that big; it certainly didn't compare to Reyes' cock. It would probably
feel bigger than it looked though.
As soon as he felt the tip of it touching his hole, Jesse's thoughts were
confirmed. It did feel big, but he could take it. Reyes applied some pressure,
pushing the nozzle steadily against his hole, and in a few seconds it slipped
inside. 

Jesse gasped as it went in. It hurt for a second but the pain splintered away.
Reyes dutifully inserted the entire nozzle, pressing it deep into Jesse's prone
body. It actually felt kind of pleasant to be so filled. It would have been
nicer if it was Commander Reyes' knowing fingers or his thick cock, but this
definitely satisfied some of his more explicit urges. 

"Tighten up around the nozzle." Reyes instructed. "Let me see you squeeze." 

Jesse bit his bottom lip again and clenched tight. With this simple muscle
movement he felt the width and depth of the nozzle inside of him. A slight
grunt escaped his throat. He didn't mind the feeling. 

"That's a good job." Reyes patted his backside. "I'm going to start the flow of
the water now. Just stay in position and let the enema bag empty into you." 

Jesse nodded. "Yessir." He breathed. 

He heard a definite clicking sound. Jesse thought he would feel something then,
the sensation of water or wetness. He didn't really feel anything at all. He
stayed in position bent over the sink with his cheeks spread, nozzle sticking
out of him. He wasn't sure what to make of this whole experience thus far. He
wasn't sure he was enjoying it, exactly. 

Soon enough Jesse started itch. His scalp especially felt itchy, and his
underarms, and oddly enough the flat of his stomach. He realized a moment later
that he was beginning to sweat, and that's why he felt so itchy. It was the
enema, warming him from the inside out. Jesse couldn't exactly feel any water
inside of him, but he could feel the warmth that had spread throughout his
body. That was definitely the enema's doing. 

Then the first cramp hit. Jesse thought it was a fluke at first, a pang of pain
that raced across his belly. He was startled by it but didn't think much of it
until a second cramp followed, twice as painful as the first. Jesse cried out
gently, squirming despite himself.

"Alright?" Reyes said, placing a hand on the small of Jesse's back. Usually his
hands were nice and warm but Jesse was already sweating and the warmth of
Reyes' palm was unwelcome. 

"Hurts." Jesse gasped out. 

"There might be some mild cramping," Reyes said nonchalantly. "I should have
warned you."

Mild cramping? This was so much more than mild cramping. He felt like he'd been
stabbed. It was probably a good thing Reyes hadn't told him about this part
because Jesse never would have agreed otherwise. Then again, that was probably
why Reyes oh-so-casually forgot to mention it. Jesse had been played. He felt
like an idiot. 

Another cramp caught him by surprise, a knife twist of pain under his ribs. He
grit his teeth, trying desperately not to make a noise. He was so stupid to
think this was some kind of reward. Of course this was just a new, terrible
punishment. His erection had flagged and he wasn't even half hard now. This was
worse than uncomfortable, this was downright painful. 

"You've taken about a fourth of the bag." Reyes commented. 

Jesse realized now that he was going to have to take all that water. He
swallowed reflexively. In his bent over position he couldn't see the enema bag,
so he tried to remember how big it was in size. Would all that even fit inside
of him? 

As suddenly as the cramps had struck him, the sudden urge to go to the bathroom
occurred. It wasn't just a slight pressure or a feeling like he had to go, it
was a very real urgency. He had to go to the bathroom. Now. 

"Sir, I have to go to the bathroom," Jesse said, humiliated that he even needed
to ask. 

"You need to hold it," Reyes told him flat out. 

Jesse clenched even harder around the nozzle. He resented the feeling of being
filled now. It just wasn't enjoyable anymore. "Don't think I can, sir," Jesse
admitted desperately. 

"Yes you can." Reyes patted his backside again. "You need to take the entire
bag. This isn't a discussion." 

Jesse squirmed. Another cramp threatened dangerous pain under his ribs. He had
to go so bad. "Sir," he gasped. "I can't!" 

"Be quiet." Reyes snapped, quickly losing his patience and capacity for
compassion. "You'll do as your told, recruit. Another complaint out of you and
I'll show you the cane again. Is that what you want?" 

Jesse wanted to cry. He shook his head. "No, sir." 

"Keep your position and take the rest of the enema like a good soldier," Reyes
ordered. His words were final. He wouldn't suffer anymore outbursts or Jesse
would he spanked for sure. 

It was hard not to shift or squirm. There was a pressure building up inside of
him now, making Jesse feel bloated and heavy. His stomach hurt. His guts hurt.
He had to go to the bathroom so badly he was sure he would make a mess on the
floor if this enema didn't end soon. He was clenching so tight around the
nozzle even his hole was starting to hurt. His muscles all down the backs of
his thighs to his calves to the tips of his toes were so tense he was starting
to tremble. Even his fingertips were white, digging into the meat of his own
cheeks, filled with tension. 

Just when he thought maybe he could handle this, another cramp sliced his gut
with pain. Jesse cried out, body jerking as though he'd been struck. Hot water
squirted out from his hole, trickling down his thighs. Jesse didn't understand
what he was feeling at first but when he did he began to cry. Really cry. Fat
alligator tears sliding down his face into the porcelain sink. He'd spilled.
He'd spilled enema water down his legs like a kid wetting himself. How
horrible. How shameful. How humiliating. 

Worst of all was how much relief he had felt letting just a little gush of
water go. The need to relieve himself was so overwhelming. Jesse fought as hard
as he could against his instincts to keep on clenching, and to keep this
horrible enema inside of him. 

Commander Reyes noticed the spill and sighed in frustration. He brought a soft
towel to the backs of Jesse's thighs and wiped him up which in and of itself
was also humiliating. 

"Five swats for spilling." He said darkly. "Slip up again, and it'll be ten
more swats."

Jesse cried softly. He hated this. He hated how much pain he was in. He hated
how embarrassing it all was. He hated that this punishment wasn't enough
apparently, and that Reyes was going to hurt him even more after it was all
over. He wanted this whole thing to be done with. 

"I'm sorry, sir." Jesse blurted out between his sniffling and his sobs. "I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry- it hurt hurts so much, sir. Sir, it hurts."
He was running his mouth like an idiot, saying the thoughts that popped into
his head without even thinking. 

It took Reyes's firm touch to stop him from speaking and even then Jesse still
sobbed. His belly was round and distended. The pressure was unbearable. He
wanted to scream. 

"You've got a fourth of the bag left." Reyes said. 

Jesse did scream. A low, rough noise that broke into a hopeless sob. He
couldn't take anymore. He couldn't. His stomach was gonna split open. He was
going to spew water all down his legs and cover the floor. He was going to be
sick. 

It was too much. 

It was all too much. 

It was- 

"Done," Reyes said flatly.

Jesse sobbed. 

"Go sit down on the toilet," He ordered. "You can take the nozzle out yourself
and release the water." 

Jesse stood upright, finally letting go of his cheeks. He was horrified to find
standing up straight made the urge to go to the bathroom feel even more
intense. Hobbled by the pants around his ankles, he couldn't exactly run to the
toilet, but his hurrying was close enough. The enema tubing trailed after him
like a tail. He was leaking water as soon as he sat down on the seat. Awkwardly
he reached between his legs and yanked the nozzle out, grunting at the
sensation. 

Water rushed out of him. Some of the pressure immediately eased but his stomach
still hurt. It was bulging grotesquely, full and round. It took a long time for
him to finally deflate. The water came out in hot rushes and slow trickles in
turn. He cried to himself during the process of expelling it all, awkwardly
holding the stupid nozzle in one hand as he sat there. 

When he had finally emptied all the water, Jesse felt positively wrung out. He
cleaned himself up carefully, washing his hands and his thighs with soap. The
memory of those terrible cramps haunted him, making him feel uncomfortable. The
enema had been exquisite torture, finely crafted by the cruelest people on the
planet. He was sure of it. 

He stumbled awkwardly out of the bathroom, buckling his belt as he stood in the
doorway of the office. Commander Reyes was sitting on the leather couch. He'd
been waiting patiently this entire time. 

"No need to buckle that." He said with a wave of his hand. "Take your pants
back down and go brace against the desk." 

Jesse felt sick. He'd almost forgotten about the swats he had earned. He wanted
to run out of the office and back to his bed in the barracks. Instead he
unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his thighs. He went to the desk and
gripped the edge, half leaning against it. He knew to spread his feet out to
the width of his shoulders. 

"The enema didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked," Reyes said casually,
standing up from the couch. He walked over and reached out for Jesse's waist,
sliding down his boxers to reveal the tanned skin of his backside. "In the
future, you'll be expected to hold the enema water inside of you for at least
ten minutes." 

Jesse all but blanched. Another enema? For the love of God, why? What on earth
had he done to deserve that? If he hadn't already cried his eyes out he
probably would have started crying again. Instead he just nodded. "Yes, sir."  

"Do you think you can do that?" Reyes asked, gently sliding his warm palm over
Jesse's cheeks. 

No, Jesse thought. "I'll try my best, sir." 

"Good." Reyes parted his cheeks. "On the plus side, you're nice and clean
inside and out." 

Jesse flushed under such inspection. He could feel Reyes' thumb sliding between
his crack, touching the soft, curly pubic hairs back there again. He wondered
how much trouble he would get in if he tried to pull away. He didn't have much
time to think about it. Reyes suddenly squatted down behind him, prying his
cheeks wide to stare dead eyed into Jesse's hole. Jesse was mortified. 

"Sir-" He wasn't sure what he was going to say, he just wanted this scrutiny to
stop. 

"Pink and healthy," Reyes said with satisfaction. "Bare down for me." 

Jesse whimpered with shame. He couldn't bring himself to do it at first. He
just couldn't. He'd spent half an hour in the bathroom pushing water out, he
didn't want to force those muscles to move again. Even worse than that was
Commander Reyes eye to eye with the most private and personal part of his body
telling him to push. He was already in store for a spanking, and the idea of
further swats spurred him to action. Jesse bared down like he was asked, and he
felt his hole oscillate just a little. 

"Good." Reyes murmured. His thumb brushed over the soft pink wrinkles. Not
pressing in, but touching over top with surprising gentleness. "Very clean." 

Thankfully a second after he said those words he was done with his invasive
inspection. He let go of Jesse's cheeks and stood up, patting him once more on
his bare bottom. 

"Unfortunately it's not all good things," Reyes continued. "Not only did you
spill some of the enema, you continued to speak after being told to be quiet.
Now, I'm going to be nice and let you choose. Five swats with the cane, or
twenty five with my bare hand." 

Jesse wanted to groan. Neither option was any good. The pain would be about the
same in the end. The cane was just a faster, more concentrated delivery
system.  The other spanking would be less harsh, but it would take longer.
Jesse would be red and sore just the same either way. He wanted to go back to
the barracks so badly, but he didn't want to get caned.

"Make your decision," Reyes ordered.

"The cane, sir," Jesse decided. As soon as he said the words out loud he
regretted it and wondered if he could change his mind.

Reyes hummed. "That's just fine. After each swat you'll need to repeat the
lesson that this punishment is intended to teach you. Any guesses as to what
that might be?" He was already circling around the desk, going to take the cane
out from where it was carefully stored in one of the larger desk drawers. 

Jesse considered for a long moment. "Follow orders better, sir?" He didn't
really know if that was a good answer or not. 

"Yes," Commander Reyes agreed, surprising him. "I want you to repeat 'I will
follow orders correctly'. That'll do nicely. Remember to keep your form, though
you may cry out if you need to." 

"Yes, sir." Jesse nodded. 

As Reyes circled back into position behind him, Jesse braced himself. He stared
down at the aged oak wood of the desk top. He felt the knot from earlier in his
stomach; the enema hadn't managed to flush that out. As he waited in
anticipation for the first strike, he tried to convince himself it wouldn't
hurt that bad, and it would all be over soon. 

Jesse heard the whistle of the thin birch cane. Pain struck him across his
cheeks. It was only a thin line but his entire ass felt like it was suddenly on
fire. He jolted, fingers digging into the wooden desk.

"I will follow orders correctly," he grit out through clenched teeth. 

Again, the whistle of the cane and the lick of fire burning him. It hurt twice
as much this time. He jerked again but didn't move out of his braced position.
He swallowed loudly, pretending he didn't want to scream. 

"I will follow orders correctly," Jesse said again. 

There was a pause. Jesse sensed that Commander Reyes was switching sides,
standing to Jesse's right instead of his left. The wait was nerve-wracking but
the quiet whistle announced yet another spike of pain. Jesse made a guttural
noise. His knees felt week. The burning hadn't stopped and wouldn't go away. 

"I will follow orders correctly." 

Just two more. He could do this. He had survived the last caning Commander
Reyes had given him, and he had survived the horror that was taking an enema.
He could survive this too. Jesse closed his eyes and remembered to breathe. 

The fourth swat of the cane came near silently. The pain was unbearable. Jesse
cried out and began to tremble. "I-" God, it hurt so much. "I will follow
orders... correctly." 

One more. 

Commander Reyes gave him a moment to collect himself. This would have been nice
if Jesse wasn't hurting so much. He felt like he was left to wallow in his
pain. He felt each lash mark like a brand. His skin was raw and sore and
probably bleeding. 

The last blow came with a low whistle and the worst spike of pain yet. Jesse's
shouted as the cane hit his tender flesh. His elbows almost unexpectedly gave
out. He nearly face planted into the desk. Trembling all over he held himself
together, face screwed up tight.

"What do you say?" Commander Reyes pressed him. 

"I will follow orders correctly." Jesse gasped. "Thank you for this lesson,
sir." 

"Good. Pull your pants up. Head back to your bunk." Reyes was done with him. 

Jesse didn't exactly want to put his pants back on. He was still struggling to
deal with the pain of the caning, he didn't need the added pain of fabric
rubbing against his raw skin. Slowly but surely he stood upright. He forced
himself to pull his boxers up, knees weak as he did it. He clenched his teeth
and whimpered but followed through. His pants were just as torturous to put on,
if not worse. 

Reyes had resolved to ignore him, and instead went to put the cane away. He sat
down in his leather desk chair and opened a file of paperwork. 

Jesse wasn't sure he could move without collapsing or screaming. He stared at
Commander Reyes' hands, and then his chest. He didn't exactly want to make
direct eye contact. Jesse slowly caught his breath, and the pain in his ass
became an incessant needling throb that he could somewhat manage. 

As he stood there he wondered how it had come to this. Why didn't they have sex
anymore? He missed having sex. He wondered if Reyes missed it too. Jesse
thought of the last time they'd done anything like that. It was when he had
nearly choked to death on the Commander's cock trying to deep throat it. He had
been so adamant about not trying that ever again. Maybe this was all some
trick. Some lesson that he should be happy choking on cock or else he'd have to
endure something worse... like canings or enemas. 

"Sir?" Jesse said softly. 

Reyes kept him waiting a moment. "What is it, recruit?" 

"I was just wondering if maybe next week, we could try deep throating again. If
it pleases you, sir." It probably seemed pathetic requesting this, but it was
worth a shot to ask. 

Commander Reyes hummed. "We'll see. You're dismissed." 

Jesse nodded and limped towards the door. He'd just have to keep his fingers
crossed. 
 
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