“Worship.”
I know the wide-eyed horror in Eddie’s eyes matches mine as he stares at me before we both drop to our knees.
* * * *
We now belong to the colonel. Maybe “belong” isn’t the right word, because it’s clear Elsa still claims ownership of us.
Priority access, maybe?
Rentals?
Oh, we still go to Elsa’s several times a week, but Eddie and I get used to being fucked over the colonel’s desk at least once a week, usually at night, or blowjobs, if he doesn’t have the time for more.
The thought of saying no doesn’t cross our minds. For starters, Elsa arranged it. Apparently, the colonel is a “friend” of hers.
Secondly—fucking colonel,duh.
The colonel seems to prefer me over Eddie, and I get summoned more often. We’re not allowed to come when we are with him, either, so we’re left frustrated and horny on the back side of those encounters. Unless we can get alone time with each other, sneak away somewhere on base to give each other relief. I’ve gotten really good at fucking Eddie’s mouth fast and busting a nut in a variety of locations. Sometimes he doesn’t get relief then, and has to wait until later.
But that’s now one of my perks as Alpha. Elsa allows me to use him after I’ve been with the colonel, and Eddie’s never allowed to refuse me.
The benefit to this strange dynamic is that apparently the colonel doesn’t want to share us with other men. We’re free to play with each other, and Elsa has women who sometimes use us, so at least there’s that.
As the months tick by, I realize we aren’t getting deployed. Before, I assumed somehow my Dad—and the fact that I had two brothers who were KIA—gave us a little bit of protection.
Now, it’s obvious the colonel is likely keeping us there because he doesn’t want to give up his toys.
I don’t know what excuses are being used, but Eddie and I share secret glances any time we hear someone talking about it—and giving thanks for it, because, seriously,noneof us actuallywantto be sent to a goddamned desert.
Not like we can say, “Yeah, the married colonel likes secretly fucking us too much to deploy us. You’re welcome.”
But Elsa is like a new woman with us. Sweet, loving—and, as crazy as this sounds, I’m not jealous of Eddie. Maybe in the beginning I was, but going on a year into this insanity, and now he’s my buddy. He definitely is a bottom, but I find I like topping him. Sometimes Elsa has me top other men or women for her, and that’s okay. We can fuck or be fucked by the women, but with the men, sexually, we’re limited to using hands or strap-ons or other toys on them.
Or the men using those onus, except men are allowed to blow us.
When topping women, and most of the men, I have to tone things back sexually and physically.
Unlike with Eddie, who wants and needs a heavy level of play from me, both sexually and physically.
I’m enjoying it, too. He brings out something dark in me I never knew was there before. I start to discover after some of our more intense sessions that it leaves me feeling quiet and calm in a way that I only used to feel before after Elsa took control of me.
And I really like that, too.
It’s like the best of both worlds. I can submit to Elsa and enjoy that, and also enjoy what I do to Eddie or others. When it’s just the two of us with Elsa, she frequently makes love to us, and it reaches a point where it feels natural for it to be the three of us.
We don’t ask Elsa about the colonel. He becomes a mostly unspoken topic. Apparently, he clears with her when he calls for one of us, because she always knows about it before we go and sometimes it’s her texting us to send us to him, especially after hours.
We do as we’re told and think of the reward it’s going to earn us with her later, when we see her again.
All she tells us early on is that she’s made an arrangement for us with him, and if we’re smart, we’ll go along with it. That it will makeourlives easier.
To enjoy the special perk of being appreciated by an officer such as him.
That it means we’re afforded, by him, a level of protection we might not otherwise enjoy.
We thank her, of course, because there really isn’t another option, in our minds. And we do feel…thankful.
Let’s see, getting fucked in the ass versus getting our asses shot at or off.
