In Times of Need

Tags: m/m, anal, commanding officerxsoldier, kinda consensual

The sky was bleak, to say the least. The clouds had wrapped themselves up in a nice large clump. The dragon that formerly circled around them had fallen to the ground, the village of Wellbell was destroyed around his scaley corpse. The charred ground wooden debris all fell beneath the dragon.

Upon the mountain top Bram, a local soldier for Wellbell panted heavily as his head crashed upon the back of his hand. His whole body fell against the ballista. A gauntleted hand grabbed his shoulder. Bram pulled his head from his sorrow and his green eyes rolled up the armor and tabard of his superior officer, Commander Liron Waltz. With Bram being nearly a foot soldier he got little more than a chain shirt and a helmet. His helmet however had been tossed to the ground letting his thick brown hair fall freely just above his chin. Liron on the other hand was a veteran, a commander. His armor was custom crafted for his large shape, his tabard was a pale blue with a white steed plastered across his chest. His helmet was still on when Bram looked up to him, but he quickly pulled it off to show the sorrow in his pale eyes.

“You did good kid.” Liron’s words held a certain weight. “If you didn’t make that shot a lot more would have died, perhaps including you and I.”

“I know, sir.” Bram could not shake the sadness from his voice.

“Come now, let us head down there and look for survivors.” With a stern voice Lorin seemed as though he had quite a bit of control over his emotions, at least, more than Bram did.

It had taken them some time to get down the mountain and when they finally arrived the sun was nearly setting. The two searched with the little light they had left. They checked every home, tavern, inn, and stock house. There were no survivors.

“You’d best get some sleep lad,” Lorin seemed to be commanding his soldier even now. “Find a bed and sleep. We’ll head out tomorrow in search of a new town to start our lives.”

Without hesitation, Bram did as he was told. He could not help but feel a pain in his heart when he realized he would never see Wellbell again. The town was never especially kind to him, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He grew up rather poor and had never held a relationship for more than a few weeks. His luck seemed to turn around when the town guard allowed him in, giving him three square meals a day for his service. It was then that Bram realized Lorin was taking this better than he was. From what the young guard knew Commander Waltz was paid a hefty sum for his services, his family was practically noble. His wife was even happy and barely left his side when he was not on duty. That’s when Bram saw just how well Lorin truly took the situation.

Lorin Waltz practically kicked in the door. A cacophony of heavy clangs rang out as he stripped himself of his armor. When the last piece of armor hit the floor the knight let loose a wail. Bram was frozen. It was strange enough that his commanding officer had entered where he slept, but even more so that once the armor had come off Lorin had begun removing his clothes as well.

“Sir what’re you-”

“Don’t you sir me.” The guard was cut off. Lorin approached Bram’s bed, nearly naked now. “We’re the only ones here.” The stench of alcohol emitted from Lorin’s words.

“But what are you doing?” Bram had sat up from his bed, nearly pressing himself against the wall behind the bed.

“My wife is gone, lad. They’re all gone.” He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his undergarments and pulled them down. Despite the alcohol coursing through his veins he was still able to maintain an erection which stood proudly. “I’ve needs, Bram.” The commander crawled across the bed and grabbed at the guard. There wasn’t much of a fight. Bram felt sorry for his commander, he couldn’t bring himself to fight him too much. With thick hands Lorin pulled the clothes from Bram’s back.

There wasn’t much the guard could do. He respected his commanding officer more than anyone. He felt he could endure what was to come out of this respect. With his face planted in the pillows and his ass high in the air, he spread his cheeks for Commander Waltz. Lorin brought up a hand and spit into it. With a grin plastered on his face he lubed up his shaft, rolling his saliva across every surface of his member. He gave no warning. Suddenly Bram’s anus was full of his commander’s thick cock. It hurt as Lorin thrusted himself in, but there was some pleasure too. In Bram’s head, he took the pain almost as a martyr. He took this slight physical pain to help wash away his commander’s emotional pain. Clenching his teeth, there were no sounds from either man, only the wet smacking sound their bodies made as they slapped together.

Bram’s fingers clutched the bed sheets when something amazing happened. He had endured the pain that he became used to it. When he had become so used to it, there was pleasure. One like he had never felt before. Lorin’s head rolling and pushing against his prostate was something that no hand could ever simulate. So, much to his surprise, Bram felt his own cock begin to stiffen from the arousal. He let out a slight groan of pleasure as Lorin continued to roughly pound his ass. The two rocked back and forth, sweat dripping from their battle hardened bodies. It didn’t take long for Bram to come. Thick ropes of cum splattered to the bed below him and his body fell limp. Were it not for Lorin’s large hands holding up his hips, they would have fallen to the bed as well. With his pleasure subsided, the act had lost it’s luster for Bram, but he did not mind. He laid with a smile on his face, happy to serve his commander in his time of need.

When Lorin came, he came like a typhoon. With several gruff grunts his seed filled Bram’s anus to the brim, the excess was oozing out around Lorin’s base. Once his body had finished convulsing with pleasure he collapsed beside Bram. A sturdy arm tossed over his back kept the young guard firmly held to the bed. The two slept soundly.

The next morning Bram had awoken to his commander donning his armor. “Sir,” he leaped from the bed to assist him. “Let me help you with that.”

“No,” Lorin said with a small smile. “You’ve done enough for me already.”