Demolition Man
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yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't own them. If I did, I wouldn't be writing about them...
The fireworks in Frank's heart threatened to betray the air of confidence he was forced to exhibit. To infer even the slightest bit of vulnerability would be detrimental to his perceived character and at a time like this, he couldn't take that chance. So he swallowed the lump in his throat that threatened to betray him as he placed one foot, then another with perfect charm and grace, onto the dirt.
Little Creek, Virginia looked different than he had imagined. Yes, he knew the trees would be thick, but the vast foliage of the fir trees expanded in every direction and made him almost claustrophobic.
It was much different from the sand and heat of the Guyamaca Mountains in San Diego where he finished his Navy Seal Qualification Training only days before. Frank felt proud to stand before the gates of the Seal Team 2 Headquarters where he was to report to duty on the demolitions team.
Frank sucked in a breath and buried his insecurities deep within himself and marched with the others to the main yard where the other men on his team waited to meet their Troop Commander.
The men on Team 2 stood at attention as a slender, poised figure approached them. He looked much too young to be in command of one of the most elite operations on the planet. His light brown hair was cut short around the sides, as was the standard for the military, but the top was a bit longer. Frank wondered to himself how he managed to get away with that. The thick glasses he wore were normally considered "birth control" by soldiers, however, they adorned his face like ornaments on a Christmas tree and accentuated his sharp features which Frank thought to himself, were quite handsome. He almost thought he might actually feel attracted to this man, which left him somewhat confused. He had never actually felt attracted to another male in his life, but this man seemed different.
He almost seemed feminine in a masculine sort of way, Frank thought, which failed to make much sense in his mind. The man was neither tall nor short, but was very slender. However, he looked like he could knock the shit out of a man twice his size at a moment's notice and the haunting look in his perfect shade of hazel eyes suggested he would do so in a heartbeat with out a second thought. His uniform fit him snuggly and Frank felt himself blush as his eyes moved down the man's body and focused on his crotch area. The man's pants left nothing to the imagination. And he seemed to know it.
His name was Commander Michael Way. As the Team saluted their commander, he eyes each team member with scrutiny, looking down the line, sizing up the men one by one. They all looked the same to him; skinny, white boys with cropped off hair. But one man stood out to him. This man was much shorter than the rest. He had tattoos all over his body; even one on his neck, which was usually frowned upon in the armed service. Commander Way's eyes stopped on him.
"Drop and give me 50!" he yelled. Frank knew not to question the order out loud, but wondered to himself what had prompted this demand. Frank had never, ever needed to be disciplined before in his career with the Navy and now this?
Frank dropped and did what he was told, without much effort, finishing the push-ups in record time. He stood up straight and tall, sweat running out all of his pores.
"You're nothing but a maggot!" Commander Way shouted in Frank' face as he moved close enough to Frank to touch him. Frank thought he even felt Commander Way's package brush against his waist and he had to fight hard to keep his composure.
"Don't fuck with me." Commander Way whispered into Frank's ear and Frank wondered what the fuck this man's problem was.
Frank thought that when he finally graduated and joined the Team, he wouldn't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. He was wrong.
Frank lay awake that first night, partly because he was confused about what had happened the previous day with the Commander and partly because he was unfortunate enough to get stuck with a roommate that snored very loudly. He was excited to put his skills in underwater demolitions as he loved the work. He could see the usefulness of this skill in clearing beaches so that troupes could safely come ashore in enemy territory in times of war or international conflict. He was also excited to be serving under the best demolitionist in the country; possibly even the world.
Commander Michael J. Way.
From out of nowhere in the infinite darkness, a cold hand slammed down hard over Frank's mouth. He was trained not to move a muscle, hell, not to even allow his pulse to quicken under such a attack and the lack of response did not come as a surprise to the perpetrator, as he was equally trained in such measures.
"Move and I'll break your neck." A familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Frank wasn't sure what exactly was happening. He'd been the guest of honor of a blanket party once in Basic, but he knew he'd deserved the wrath of his brothers for pouring itching powder in their jock straps. But he had grown up since boot camp. And he'd done nothing to draw attention to himself.
"You are going to come with me and you are going to stay quiet," the Commander demanded, " Or you will be very sorry."
Frank steadily eased off his bunk and followed the Commander, wondering where in Holy Hell he could be taking him in the middle of the night and for what reason.
They entered a small room, surrounded by three feet of concrete. In it was a table, two chairs and a wooden chest.
"Sit down," the Commander told him. He was still wearing his SEALS uniform from the day before.
Frank did what he was told, fearing what might follow.
"I've been following your career for some time," the Commander said. "You are very talented."
"Thank you," Frank answered.
"But I am better." The commander said with an evil smirk.
"But I am better."
"And I'm going to make sure you remember that."
Frank started feeling genuinely scared for the first time since he graduated from Boot Camp. He wasn't sure what Commander Way had in mind.
"Take off your clothes!" The commander shouted, as no one could possibly hear them as thick as the concrete was.
"Sir Yes Sir!" Frank answered back, because as strange as the command was, Frank knew better than to question any command from a superior.
Frank quickly removed his shirt, catching an almost lustful look in the Commander's eye.
"Now your pants," Commander Way said. "Take it all off."
Frank really wanted to ask him what the fuck was going on here, but like I said before. In the armed services, if someone above you tells you to do something, you pretty much just shut up and do it.
"Good boy," Commander Way cooed.
Frank stood nekkid before him in all his glory while the commander eyed him up and down.
"Who is the best at blowing shit up?" Commander Way demanded.
"You are, Sir!"
"And who am I?" The commander shouted.
"Commander Michael Way, SIR!" Frank answered back.
"Good. Good. Now. From here on, whenever we are alone, you are to call me Mikey."
Confused, Frank simply answered "Sir, yes Sir."
Shit was getting pretty weird now.
"I am going to teach you some lessons in demolitions. Lessons they didn't teach you in San Diego."
"Go over to the chest and pick out a weapon."
Frank had no clue what the hell was happening here but he walked over and opened the chest.
However, instead of seeing an arsenal of weapons, he saw strange looking contraptions. Not wanting to piss off Commander Way, or Mikey, he grabbed a circular, steel contraption that looked relatively harmless.
"Oh, my favourite," Mikey said, rubbing his hands together like he was getting ready to dig into a big steak. (a tube steak hahahahaha)
"Bring it to me and sit down" Mikey told him.
Frank sat down in the chair and Mikey came close to him. Frank noticed for the first time that he was starting to get aroused
"Spread your legs, Maggot!" Mikey shouted the order into Frank' ear.
Frank obliged and he nearly lost his composure when Mikey grabbed a hold of his balls and fastened the metal ring around his sack. Frank thought to himself. "Fuck, man, they trained me to handle all SORTS of crazy shit in the SEAL, but this wasn't in any of the manuals!"
The ring was tight and Frank gasped loudly, his will finally broken.
"Good boy!" Mikey exclaimed. Mikey started to unfasten his belt and it was then that Frank knew that he was probably going to be giving his first blowjob. Not that he minded, really, because; honestly, ever since he saw Mikey for the first time, he'd seriously wondered what it would be like to throw him down on the floor, rip his clothes off and spread his skinny little ass cheeks apart and dive right in.
As Frank was busy fantasizing about Mikey's loveknot, Mikey was finishing up undressing. Frank looked up and enjoyed what he saw. His hair was somewhat messy, kind of like he'd just got done having wild-ass sex with Nancy. Or maybe not because he would most likely not be able to walk for a week if that was the case.
His beautiful hazel eyes looked more brown than green under the soft light bulb.
His neck was slender and pale; Frank wanted to bite right into the soft flesh near his Adam's apple which was barely visible. His chest was small and relatively hairless, except for a few stray dark hairs around his belly button. His stomach was a little full for a guy that skinny; like maybe he drank a little two much Coors Light on his days off. He wasn't very tall, average, maybe, but his legs seemed long and his knees sort of came together, almost like he could be pigeon toed or something. Frank noticed that he hadn't cut his toenails in probably 10 years, but he was willing to overlook that one flaw because Frank was in love.
But he was in for it. He just didn't know it yet...
"Spread your legs, Maggot!" Mikey shouted the order into Frank' ear.
Frank obliged and he nearly lost his composure when Mikey grabbed a hold of his balls and fastened the metal ring around his sack. Frank thought to hisself. "Fuck, man, they trained me to handle all SORTS of crazy shit in the SEAL, but this wasn't in any of the manuals!"
Frank swallowed hard as Mikey approached him. He was terrified, but also a little excited. His balls ached and throbbed as his shaft grew harder by the minute. He was shaking like a Jamaican in Antarctica as Mikey grabbed his own cock and started to stroke himself gently, letting out a barely audible moan. But Frank heard it and it drove him crazy. However, Frank only thought this encounter with this beautiful man was going to be painless. He was dead wrong.
Mikey grabbed Frank around the neck digging his fingernails into his skin. With an evil smirk he forced Frank' open mouth around his throbbing member and when Frank gagged, Mikey shoved his dick in further, causing Frank to lose control and throw up all over his legs. Frank felt ashamed.
"Lick it up!" Mikey yelled.
"Oh God," Frank mouthed because he knew he'd be sick again for sure.
"Now, Slut!" Mikey yelled and Frank was terrified.
"Fine." Mikey nodded and smirked.
He walked toward the chest and opened it up and looked inside.
Frank watched as Mikey bent over. As scared as he was right now, he couldn't help but notice Mikey had the most exquisite ass he'd ever seen in his life. It was pale and little. Boney, almost. Frank wondered if he'd ever been annually penetrated before. He hoped not. He even thought about sticking his tongue in Mikey's hole. The thought of doing that had always sort of disgusted Frank, but now he understood.
Frank' little fantasy was short-lived, though because when Mikey turned around there was a small stick of dynamite in his left hand and a butane lighter in his right.
"Oh FUCK!" Frank yelled.
"I'm going to teach you how a real man blows up shit." Mikey stated matter-of-factly.
He was fast. Very fast. In an instant he had Frank' left arm in his firm grasp. Frank whimpered as Mikey shoved the explosive into his hand and lit it. The sound was deafening and the blast left Frank with third degree burns on his hand and forearm. Because it wasn't really dynamite, it was actually just a Roman candle. Because if Frank had come out of there with his hand blown off, Mikey would have had some 'splaining to do ;)
Frank let out a blood curdling scream and Mikey silenced him by holding his hand over Frank' mouth. Frank bit him accidentally because of the excruciating pain .
"Oh, like to play ruff, huh?" Mikey said, "I'll play rougher."
Frank realized something, though. They pain of the explosion had really been a turn-on and he was so hard he couldn't stand it.
He couldn't help it, he whimpered to Mikey, "I want to fuck you s bad right now." And then he was embarrassed.
"Oh, really," came the reply.
Frank could only nod.
Mikey shoved his dick into Frank' mouth again, this time fucking his mouth so hard and fast, Frank knew he was going to shoot his load at any moment.
Mikey closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly enjoying every minute as Frank got the rhythm down just right. He started to moan loudly, sounding just like his older brother who is well know for masturbating in public places.
He sounded just like Gerard did when he stuck the feather boa down his pants and acted like he was getting himself off.
Frank thought for sure he was just about to get a mouthful when Mikey started throbbing. But in an instant he pulled out and regained his composure Frank couldn't believe it. This guy must be pretty experienced to have that kind of control.
Frank wasn’t sure what was going to happen next because Mikey turned around and headed toward that chest again. Frank wondered how in the hell Mikey was able to get a collection of sex toys and firecrackers without anyone noticing.
Mikey came back with a big rubber dildo that was twice as big as their two dicks put together and Frank Gasped because he was pretty sue he was gonna take that sumbitch up the arsehole. But he was wrong. Mikey wasn't that mean. Or was he?
He handed the dildo to Frank and turned around. He bent over and rested his hands on his thighs and pointed his butt in Frank' direction.
"Fuck me," Mikey insisted. Frank wasted no time sticking the big toy into Mikey's ass. Mikey had lubed up beforehand because the dildo slid right in and let me tell you Frank thought this was going to be fun, but the truth is, it was pure torture, because sliding that rubber dick in and out of Mikey's hole made Frank so fucking horney because he wanted it to be HIS dick sliding in and out of that tight balloon knot and it was driving him totally insane.
"Harder, Maggot!" Mikey yelled and Frank was thrusting as damn hard as his hands could go. He was also straining to hold back his own load because he was about to come right there and he was holding out hope that he'd get to fuck Mikey somehow. Mikey let out a wild groan and Frank thought that was gonna be it for him, but again, Mikey stopped. He told Frank to get on the floor and Frank prayed that Mikey would do something to him. ANYTHING!
Frank lay flat on his back and Mikey positioned himself between Frank' knees. He placed his hands on Frank' thighs and began licking up
up Frank' leg and Frank though, "Oh fuck yeah," because he thought he was finally going to get some relief. Wrong. Mikey stopped right before he neared Frank' balls and laughed.
Then he lifted Frank' butt up into the air and what came next hurt Frank more than the third degree burns on his hand.
Without using any lube or even fingering him first, Mikey shoved himself into Frank' asshole without warning, causing Frank to cry out so loud, it's a good thing they were in a soundproof room because he would have woke up the whole camp.
See, Frank had never lost his ass virginity so it was tight us an 80 year old nun's twat. The pain was so intense, though, it pushed Frank over the edge and he began to come, screaming from the pain, the pleasure, and also his anger at the fact That Mikey neither let him fuck him, nor sucked him off. Hell, he would have been happy with a hand job but oh no. But hey, it still felt pretty fuckin good and Mikey seemed to know exactly what spot to hit him in in the ass because he could feel muscle spasms coming from deep within; unlike how it felt when he jerked off while looking at the pictures of Megan Fox that are on the inside of the Transformers II soundtrack. (Oh wait. That's me.)
Mikey almost lost it as he slowed down a little. He looked into Frank' eyes with that knowing smirk we all love and Frank tipped his head back and closed his eyes .
Finally, Mikey decided he was ready.
He grabbed Frank hard around the neck and thrust into him so hard that Frank thought sure he was going to end up with a colostomy bag after that.
Mikey came hard, but made no sound as he didn't want to appear out of control. He threw his head back, though, and squeezed his eyes shut and if Frank hadn't been in so much pain he probably would have got a boner again.
Mikey quietly finished up and pulled out, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He walked over to the chest and threw some towels at Frank and told him to clean up and get dressed.
When they were finished Mikey nodded toward the door and led Frank out of the room and back to his bedroom where his roommate Ray was still snoring loudly. Frank got back into bed, sure his ass was bleeding. Mikey pulled the covers up over his chest and gave him one small kiss, slightly slipping his tongue into Frank' mouth but just as Frank was about to return the kiss, Mikey stopped quickly and whispered into his ear, "Tomorrow night it's your turn." And he smiled.