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Honestly, an underpaid babysitter at a midwestern boot camp was less than desirable - but Red had cut out from the navy, was looking for a place to lie a little low while he sold off his secrets. And while miles of wheat and corn crossed with dirt roads wasn’t exactly glamorous, it made for a remarkable place to get lost in. Well … if one overlooked the delinquents that Red had to deal with on a daily basis. Which, in itself wasn’t too terrible - most of them could be cowed into behaving and those that weren’t, were easily enough swayed after a few days in solitary.
A shame that the penal system wasn’t open to a more hands on reminder just who and where those boys were.
He dragged his gaze along the yard filled with so-called troubled youths but were really just cases of poor parenting, Red would be willing to wager. Had he ever acted like that, his father wouldn’t have hesitated to tan his hide, though he would be the first to admit that there were just some boys you couldn’t beat the bad out of - case in point, himself. But that was neither here nor there as he watched his wards make the most of their brief moment of free time after dinner and before bed.
Fleetingly at first, then more consciously Red noticed that he was missing a shock of blond hair and a crooked grin.
Gritting his teeth, he got to his feet and took a hard look - as if Ressler was easy enough to miss in the crowd of teenage boys. Would that it were so simple to overlook him, because the boy had caused nothing but trouble his entire stay, wild and reckless in his youth in the sort of way that drew the eye. Every punishment had thus gone unnoticed, uncared for, unthought of. He’d run Ressler to the point of him dropping, coughing out bile from heat and exertion. He’d locked the boy in solitary for a week straight and cut his rations and saddled the boy with awful chores. He’d stripped him down to his underwear, left him a sodden mess of a child to stand in the square for a few nights. Everything the military had thrown at him, he’d thrown back at that boy. But well … there were just some boys you couldn’t beat the bad out of.
Red shared a look with his counterpart and huffed out a long-suffering sigh.
The campus wasn’t terribly big, but it was a bit crowded. The bunkhouses framed the quad on three sides, with the mess hall boxing the rest of it in. A quick search of the boy’s bunk revealed it to be just as messy as when Ressler had rolled out of it at 6am that morning, the showers and common area empty, and the other bunkhouses presented to be decidedly lacking the youth as well.
He recounted the boy’s sins as he headed for the mess hall. Because thus far, in the span of a goddamn month , the hellion had started a campus-wide food fight, had stolen and frozen another sergeant's underwear, had started a handful of fights and had ended several more. He’d hotwired one of the Jeeps and gone into town on a joyride, managed to get into the main bunkhouse to steal the whiskey the youths supposedly didn’t know about, and ran another kid up the fucking flagpole .
If Red were being honest, he might have admitted that he saw a little of himself in the boy - which boded ill for everyone involved, because Red had been a proper troublemaker back in the day.
So, when he happened across Ressler and the cook, of all people, sharing a poorly rolled joint behind the mess hall, Red was beyond furious. The cook had the decency to at least look properly chided, ducking his head and offering up apologies before scampering off, but the boy looked happy as a lark as he grinned up at Red. Ressler tipped his head up lazily, offering Red that crooked smile with his arms folded on his knees before he slowly got to his feet.
The boy was nearly his height but a slip of long limbs and lean muscle, shrouded in a shirt a size too big and shorts that seemed distressingly small despite Red knowing good and well that Ressler was given the exact same uniform as all the other teenagers under his care.
“Hey, man.” Ressler patted him lightly on the chest, grinning up at him - his eyes glimmered brightly from under a messy fringe of sun bleached hair. “Way to ruin the party.”
The levity in the boy’s tone was grating.
Something in his brain must have misfired, a synapse or some such nonsense, because Red quite literally saw red.
And Ressler just went to step past him. That damn devil-may-care smirk tugging at his mouth like he was just trying to rile Red up - twist him tighter and tighter until he finally snapped. And if the boy wanted him to snap , Red was more than capable. He knotted his fingers in the boy’s shirt, snatched the boy up on tiptoe, left him off balance while he dragged him toward his office, not entirely sure what he was going to do with him.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” the boy protested, his tone breathless as Red dragged him down the hall.
“Don’t say a goddamn word,” he growled, already fumbling in his pocket for his keys.
“You can’t talk to me like that!”
“Rest assured, Ressler. I can do with you what I please,” Red snarled, pressing the boy up against the wall, his elbow digging between Ressler’s shoulder blades as he unlocked the office door before he bullied the boy inside.
“What the fuck,” Ressler bleated, nearly tripping over his feet as Red slammed the door behind him. The boy whipped around, already puffing up as though to make himself bigger and more threatening as he glared at Red. It was cute, really. Like Red didn’t outweigh him, didn’t have the muscle mass to take him down and the cruelty to do so. With a calmness Red really didn’t feel, he took to rolling his cuffs - not looking at the boy.
“Wait until my dad hears about this,” he threatened, though Red just ignored him. He’d heard it from another sergeant that the boy’s daddy was in on the drug trade.
“Pants down,” he rumbled instead.
Ressler started following the instruction before his brain caught up. His thumbs hooked in the waistband of his running shorts as the boy blinked dumbly at him. “Wait, what.”
And well, Red was quite past being questioned, especially by some impertinent brat. The sound that carved itself from his chest was dangerously close to a snarl as he sunk fingers into the boy’s hair and dragged him to his chair, flush against him as Red folded down into it and pulled him over his knee. Ressler was seemingly startled into submission, but still Red curled cruel fingers around the boy’s nape, squeezing as he pressed down on his handhold.
“I’m quite finished with your acting out,” he gritted out, the fingers of his free hand curling in the waistband of Ressler’s running shorts. Honestly, they were skimpy enough, but the boy had seemingly rolled the elastic in worn cotton like he was trying to put on a show - long, lean legs on indecent display. “Clearly, your daddy should’ve been heavier handed with you. No matter,” Red drawled, yanking the boy’s shorts down. “I’m perfectly capable of putting you in your place myself.”
“Wait,” Ressler started, fingers curling against Red’s lap while the boy squirmed. Red promptly cut that thought from his mind with a sharp crack to the boy’s ass, dragging a yelp from Ressler’s chest but forcing him to still.
“You’ve been here thirty days and you’ve been nothing but a brat,” he huffed, gaze instinctually dragging over the swell of the boy’s ass softened with worn cotton. “And frankly,” Red laughed out. “I’m sick of your shit.”
“You can’t,” the boy started in again, like he was honestly in any position to tell Red what he could and couldn’t do. He brought his hand down again with yet another sharp crack, followed by another.
“Last I checked, I was the one in charge here,” he drawled lightly, as though that was the most normal thing in the world. A boy on the cusp of adulthood spread over his lap, shorts tugged down while Red brought his palm down on the swell of Ressler’s ass. In another reality, perhaps it was. Best not to think about that, honestly. He brought his hand down again, as if in punctuation to that point, to further cement that in his mind because the boy was trouble.
Pretty enough to get what he wanted, smart enough to usually come out on top, silver tongued enough to talk himself out of most messes he found himself in.
Out of some twisted sort of spite, Red brought his hand down twice in rapid succession against the tight swell of Ressler’s ass, his palm smacking against cotton-softened skin. A muted wail tore out of the boy’s chest, his hips squirming as he tried to lift off Red’s lap. And Red just curled his fingers roughly around the nape of Ressler’s neck, pressing him down as he brought his hand down against the bottom swell of the youth’s ass. The crease of where his ass met his thigh bloomed delightfully pink as his palm spread over the boy’s ass, a lovely handful that was blood hot from Ressler’s rightfully deserved spanking. “Honestly, you’re lucky I didn’t make you count,” he huffed before bringing his hand down once more.
“Please,” Ressler started - not that Red could be bothered.
He smoothed his palm along the swell of the boy’s ass before bringing his hand down once more. The sharp crack of skin on skin, softened by cotton though it had been, rattled into him, echoed in his skull. Red’s mouth twisted marginally as he slapped his palm against the swell of the boy’s ass again. Had he thought about it more, Red would have established some sort of rhyme or reason to the pattern of the spanks, but Red hadn’t really been thinking when they’d started down that path, and the blows had just landed where they landed. He brought his hand down on the opposite cheek just to try and even it out.
“Please,” Red mocked, his palm spreading on Ressler’s ass as his fingers dug into the boy’s neck. “If you’re going to act like a child, I will treat you like one.”
Whatever Ressler had planned on saying, Red promptly cut off with a sharp smack. The boy whined, the sound high and breathy as it caught in his throat.
“You’ve brought it on yourself,” he reminded the boy, smoothing his palm along the hot swell of Ressler’s ass before bringing his hand down firmly on first one cheek, then the other. “There’s no point in whining about it.”
“Fuck y-”
Red cut the boy’s sentence off with another couple of those brutal swats, watching the cheek jiggle delightfully.
“You have quite the tongue on you, don’t you. Perhaps next time, I’ll have you pick out a switch and really tan your hide.” The boy squirmed, his chest hitching against Red’s thigh at that threat. He just tightened his fingers against Ressler’s nape, pinning the boy more firmly to his lap as he landed another couple of blows, dragging a breathy noise out of Ressler’s chest with each swat. “Until every time you sit down, you think about me and the lesson you’re learning.” Red punctuated the sentence with another swat, the sound cracking into the quiet of the office.
The boy squirmed on his lap with a pitiful noise while Red just dug his fingers harder into the tender column of Ressler’s throat. “Wait,” he panted out. And Red waited, his palm spread over the boy’s ass as Ressler’s breath hitched raggedly out of him. The drag of breath was deafening in the office as Red smoothed his thumb along the sliver of soft skin visible at the boy’s waist. The boy’s head fell with defeat, the motion surely a white flag, though Red was well past caring.
“Not quite as tough as you thought you were, hmm,” Red drawled before he brought his palm down roughly once more, dragging another desperate noise from Ressler’s chest.
By that stroke, the twentieth hit, Red’s palm was aching though the sting of skin against skin was softened by the boy’s underwear. But that ache was a sweet one, because the sound the boy made was gasped out and wet as the force drove him against Red’s thigh. Ressler squirmed a little, probably trying to put a little space between them, but the damage had been done. The little shit was getting hard, and something shifted in Red’s brain.
There was more than one way to break someone.
His fingers dug hard into the boy’s hair, pulling until his throat curved delicately - his lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, his pretty mouth falling open around an indecent noise.
“Are you enjoying yourself, you naughty boy?”
“N-no,” Ressler managed to stammer out, earning himself yet another hard swat.
“No, what?”
When no response was forthcoming, Red brought his hand down sharply once more on each cheek - hard enough to make the boy jolt, practically clamoring over his lap even as Red tightened his fingers in Ressler’s hair to keep him in place. The boy offered up a choked sound, squirming against Red’s grip even as he slapped the boy’s ass sharply again.
“No, what.”
“No, sir. ”
The sentence sobbed out of the boy’s mouth as Ressler’s fingers curled against his thigh, the seat of his chair as Red brought his hand down once more. He smoothed his palm along the delightful swell of Ressler’s ass as his fingers carded through the boy’s thick hair.
“Now,” he murmured, his tone dark and low. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it.”
Red tightened his fingers in the boy’s hair, pulling Ressler more firmly into his lap - trapping the hardening ridge of Ressler’s cock more firmly against his thigh as Red curled fingers around the waistband of the boy’s underwear, tugging them down. He dragged gentle fingertips along the swell of Ressler’s ass. The delicate skin was flushed a dusty pink, and Red dragged soft white lines into the color with his blunt nails. He smoothed his palm along the warm skin before he brought his palm down roughly against the boy’s ass, the skin blooming bright red at the contact. Ressler wailed, his fingers curling desperately against the line of Red’s thigh as his mouth broke open around the sound. He cupped the cheek of the boy’s ass, his thumb stroking along the swell until the boy quieted into a flurry of sniffles and hitching breaths.
“Aren’t you just so lovely like this,” he drawled, digging his fingertips roughly into the swell of the cheek, leaving bright white indents in the boy’s skin. His grip dragged a breathless noise from under Ressler’s ribs before Red smoothed his hand along the blood-warmed skin. “Flushed all pink and tender.”
“Please,” the boy panted, his hips squirming until Red brought his hand down roughly on Ressler’s ass cheek, leaving his handprint behind as payment. Ressler wailed again, his eyes screwing tightly shut, his sooty lashes haloing on his cheeks as he gritted his teeth. A crystalline tear slithered out from under the boy’s lashes, staining his flushed cheek as it slid toward his jaw.
Lord, the boy was pretty - flustered and blushing with embarrassment and arousal. Red spread his hand wider, slapping his palm roughly against the swell of Ressler’s ass and driving the boy’s hips forward against his leg. The hardening line of Ressler’s dick rocked against his thigh at the blow, choking a moan from the boy’s chest as his hips rutted forward briefly before catching himself.
"Please," he gasped out.
“You might be prettiest when you beg,” Red returned lightly, smoothing his palm along the swell of Ressler’s ass before he brought his hand down in a rough crack of skin on skin. The boy cried out again - the sound soft and wet where it carved from beneath Ressler’s ribs.
He petted his fingers through the youth’s hair, carding through thick strands as his palm curved against Ressler’s ass cheek. Red squeezed lightly, his thumb tracing the crack as Ressler squirmed in his lap. He brought his hand down roughly, watching the flushed skin darken and jiggle with the spank before Red dug his fingertips roughly down into the swell of the boy’s ass. His thumb once more dug into the cleft of Ressler’s ass and wrenched the boy open, the tip of his thumb ghosting along the delicate little furl of pink muscle. The tiny pucker flinched against his touch, clenching desperately as Red’s thumb tip dragged gingerly against the boy’s rim, tugging it open slightly. Ressler’s spine curved with a wounded noise, his hips hitching breathily as Red pulled his touch away to bring his palm down roughly on Ressler’s ass twice - the sound cracking sharply into the quiet of the room.
Red bullied the boy back onto the desk, Ressler hissing at the sting of wood on overly sensitive skin - his cheeks pink with embarrassment and damp with tears, his eyes stained a bruise blue color, wet in a way that ached low in his guts as he peered up at Red through sooty lashes. He curled his fingers around the boy’s jaw, wrenching his head up as he rubbed his thumb through Ressler’s tear track.
Only then did it occur to him how close they were, with Red crowded up between the boy’s widespread legs and the scant space between them filled with the ragged gasp of their breathing - the whole ordeal having hollowed them both out in completely different ways. And while he wasn’t about to apologize, Red knew he should cut his losses, already thinking of a million exit plans, a million other places to lie low, a million excuses should he need them. After all, he’d practically stripped the boy, touched him like a lover, had crossed a line.
Ressler’s gaze dropped, his lashes fluttering and sending the remaining tears clinging there to chase one another down his cheeks. The boy’s throat clicked as he swallowed.
“Please, sir.”
His gaze dropped to follow the dart of the boy’s tongue against his bottom lip - as though Red needed any reminder about Ressler’s pretty mouth. He dug his thumb into the plump swell, pulling the boy’s mouth open easily, dragging his thumb against the sharp edge of Ressler’s teeth. The rasp of skin against enamel rattled into the quiet of the office.
“That’s more like it,” he rumbled, digging the pad into the boy’s lying tongue. Spit pooled around the digit, the salt of his skin surely having sparked Ressler’s salivary reaction. “Swallow.” The boy had been made for taking orders he was certain, as soft lips closed around his thumb and Ressler swallowed, tongue flexing under his touch. Irrationally, his dick twitched in his pressed slacks. Red drew in a slow breath because he was making a point. He tightened his grip on the boy’s jaw. “See, a pretty mouth can be more useful than for back talking.”
Ressler swallowed again, his throat clicking as his mouth tightened wetly around Red’s thumb. Red spread his palm on the boy’s thigh, thumb digging down into the tender inside as he tugged Ressler’s leg to the limit of his shorts. And the boy had the audacity to breathe a soft moan into the quiet between them, his lashes fluttering as his chest hitched with the sound.
“What’s to be done with you,” he asked, leaning back to take a proper look at Ressler. “Naughty boys never prosper,” Red drawled, despite that being the decided opposite of at least Red’s truth. And while he had felt the boy’s hardening cock against his thigh, it was worlds more difficult to ignore when he could see where it stretched the cotton of Ressler’s underwear. It was suddenly stifling in the office, his chest squeezing a little tight. Red tugged his thumb free from the boy’s mouth, his hand sliding up to cup the back of Ressler’s skull just so he could dig cruel fingers into the boy’s hair. He jerked Ressler’s head back, making his head tip with a breathy noise, his mouth parting around the sound as his lashes fluttered. His palm slid along the nape of his neck, curved against the boy’s pulse. It pounded against his touch while Ressler trembled under his hand.
“Please, sir,” Ressler started, his tone demure and small in his submission. It shouldn’t have been so sweet where it rattled in his ear, but there was satisfaction in breaking pretty things.
“Don’t you want to be a good boy?”
Ressler’s cheeks darkened further, his eyes squinting closed until his lashes left a sooty halo on the tender skin. The boy swallowed hard again, his breathing rough. Red squeezed his fingers a little, just to feel the delicate workings of his throat.
“Yes, sir.”
His palm spread over the boy’s throat, loosely holding as he peered down at Ressler. His fingers dug cruelly down into the tender spots just behind the hinge of his jaw, forcing his head up. Tentatively, the boy curled slender fingers around his wrist, his lashes fluttering open as he peered up at Red. For all his bluff and bluster, Ressler was still just a lean whip of a thing - fragile and tender with his youth. Red’s mouth twitched marginally because that was a bit like a lamb placating the lion.
“Please,” the boy continued, his tone feather soft and stone heavy. “I wanna be good for you, sir.”
Red’s mouth twisted into a snarl entirely without his go ahead because there was implication in the boy’s tone, in his touch as Ressler did something remarkable for all the fight to leave him - a manipulative ploy to make the boy into something innocent. Red’s fingers tightened on cruel instinct, the boy’s throat hitching against his grip as Ressler’s breath gasped out of him.
Sixteen and pretty, offering himself up to keep from getting what was coming to him - a sacrifice offered.
That was ill advised, but the boy had bared his throat, his mouth wet and pink where it parted breathlessly around a soft noise as Red tightened his grip. Red smoothed his thumb along the eager jut of Ressler’s cock, the fabric soft and damp under his touch while the boy’s dick hardened further. He was still at that delightful age - quick to cum and quicker to recover. Those days were only a memory at the back of his mind, but Red was more than willing to put the boy through his paces.
“Good boys ask for what they want.”
“Touch me,” Ressler breathed out, the sharp edge of his teeth sinking down into the plump swell of his lip. “Please, sir. Touch me.”
With a snarl, he firmly palmed the boy’s dick through his boxer briefs. Red squeezed Ressler’s cock through worn-thin cotton, his thumb rubbing roughly over the wet head. He slid his hand down again to cup the boy’s balls, squeezing slightly before his palm ghosted upward again. Ressler trembled under his hand, his mouth broken open around his panted breath as his hips shifted under Red’s touch. The boy was so lovely like that - docile and sweet.
“You’re terribly pretty like this,” Red drawled as he pulled the boy’s underwear down in front, the elastic scraping eagerly against hard flesh. Ressler’s cock slapped wetly against his stomach as Red crowded closer, pushing the boy’s thighs open wider. “Desperate and eager,” he murmured. Ressler whined, his teeth sinking into the swell of his lip as his sooty lashes haloed on his cheeks. “So willing to be a good boy for me.”
Red’s fingers curled around Ressler’s cock, the eager jut of it messy with precum. He gave a deliberate squeeze, choking a breathy noise from the boy’s chest. Slender fingers clutched in his shirt, dug down around the edge of the desk as Red stroked the youth firmly. Ressler shifted on the desktop, his knees trembling against Red’s hips as the boy offered up a breathy mewl. “Well now,” Red drawled, his tone tipping low as he leaned into the curve of Ressler’s frame. He curled his fingers tighter and stroked the boy’s cock more firmly. “A roaring tiger turned into a crying kitten, are we?”
Ressler pulled gently on his shirt, his hips hitching as best they could as he leaned into Red. His breath flared hot and damp against Red’s throat as the boy clutched at him, his spine curving. He hummed appreciatively, his free hand sliding along the heavy flex of Ressler’s stomach, the gentle curve of his hip until his fingers dug down into the boy’s back and tugged him closer to the edge of the desk. Red stroked Ressler more firmly, his palm twisting against the ridge of Ressler’s cock before his thumbnail scraped along the boy’s slit, smearing nearly translucent fluid against the sensitive tip.
There was another breathless sound as the boy’s hips rolled up, fucking his length more firmly into the tight clench of Red’s fingers. He watched the flushed ridge of the boy’s dick fuck wetly into his grip, his fingers curling closer against the hard tissue as Ressler’s hips jerked up after his fist. The sight tugged at the coil of arousal low in his belly, heavy and hot in his guts as he watched Ressler’s dick drag upward, slickly sliding against his fingers as Ressler squirmed and fucked his hips up mutedly.
“All meek and mild-mannered with the need to cum,” Red murmured, twisting his palm as he pumped the boy’s cock lazily. Ressler seemed to find a rhythm, his hips rolling upward after the unhurried drag of Red’s palm. The boy whined, his hips jerking as Ressler clutched at Red’s shirt more desperately, squirming under Red’s unrelenting touch.
“Please,” the boy whimpered, his breath hot against Red’s throat as Ressler panted. Red just hummed, his fingers tightening as he stroked the youth quicker and firmer, his thumb swiping against the wet tip of Ressler’s cock, digging in softly and smoothing along the sensitive head. The touch dragged a needy noise out from under Ressler’s ribs. “Please, sir,” the boy breathed out, his spine curving as his hips pitifully jerked. “Please,” Ressler mewled.
“Are you going to be a good boy then,” he asked, clenching his fingers against the boy’s cock as his thumb rubbed roughly against Ressler’s frenulum. The youth quivered under his touch, his pretty mouth parting around a breathless noise at the onslaught of sensation. “Only good boys get to cum, Ressler.”
“ So good for you, sir,” Ressler managed to get out, the words tight and breathless as Red took to fully stroking the boy’s cock. He clenched his fingers, stripping his palm along Ressler’s dick firmly. The boy’s panted breathing was ragged in the quiet of the office as Red stroked him, just adding to the lewd rasp of skin on skin. Ressler’s dick jerked against his palm with some bitten off cry that barely escaped the boy before Ressler buried his face in Red’s throat - his cheeks wet and hot.
“Well, go on. Show me you can be a good boy,” Red murmured, his palm twisting against the boy’s tip, pulling downward quicker still. “Cum for me.”
Ressler clutched at him desperately as some breathy noise cracked out from under his ribs - dangerously close to a sob as the boy’s hips hitched, haphazardly chasing his touch. Red only just had the forethought to curl his palm around the wet tip of Ressler’s dick, catching that first spurt of cum, the boy’s cock jumping against his touch. The slick slide of Ressler’s length dragging through his fist yanked viscerally at his guts, twisting up that hot knot of arousal in his guts as Red pumped his fist lazily. Ressler shifted under his touch, his teeth broke open around a wounded, breathless noise as he clutched desperately at Red’s shirt, curling closer as Red dragged the boy’s orgasm from low in his guts.
“Such a good boy for me,” he drawled quietly, earning himself yet another sobbed out noise against his throat as Red tightened his fingers against the eager jut of the boy’s cock, milking Ressler’s orgasm from him. Ressler just curled into him, his hips hitching with a breathless noise as he chased Red’s fist. The boy’s spine curved, tugging at his handhold on Red’s shirt as he gasped out a breathless noise.
“Please,” Ressler breathed out, curling close to Red’s chest as his face crushed into the crook of Red’s throat. “Please don’t stop, sir,” the boy begged, shifting under Red’s touch.
Red’s mouth twisted as his fingers tightened against Ressler’s cock, stroking the boy more firmly. Ressler mewled breathlessly as Red swiped his thumb over the wet tip of Ressler’s cock, smearing cum against the sensitive head. His fingers clenched around the boy’s length as he stroked Ressler firmly, fingers curling tighter as if to drag Ressler’s orgasm from his toes. The boy gasped, panted, moaned against the curve of Red’s throat as his hand pumped, Ressler’s hips following his lead.
He stroked the boy through his orgasm, into and past overstimulation, and back into hardness. It bore noting once more that Ressler was still at that delightful age where he was quick to cum and quicker to recover as Red stroked him relentlessly, the boy’s cock hardening dutifully against the onslaught of sensation. Red wasn’t quite so lucky, his dick achingly hard where it was still trapped in his pressed slacks as the boy panted against his throat.
“Turn around,” he managed to get out. “Hands on the desk, Ressler.”
To his credit, the boy only hesitated for a moment, his throat clicking as he swallowed hard before slipping off the desk. The motion pressed Ressler’s frame up against his, his thigh brushing against Red’s dick in a delightful ache of sensation before the boy turned around.
“Please, sir.”
And he was such a delight like that - nubile and passive, eager to follow Red’s lead. Ressler planted palms firmly on the desktop, amid paperwork and pens, his back sloping so lovingly with the pose. Red crowded up against the boy, rocking against the swell of Ressler’s ass for some sort of sensation before he started working his belt open - the sound of it deafeningly loud in the quiet office. The boy’s breath hitched as Red shifted his clothing, pulling his dick through the slit of his boxers rather than pushing trousers and underwear down. His length slid hotly against the swell of Ressler’s ass, leaving behind a glossy smear of precum on skin and dragging a breathless noise from the boy’s chest.
“Good boys get rewarded,” Red breathed out, digging his fingers into the boy’s hair and tugging. Ressler moaned, the sound outright lewd while the motion dragged his spine into a curve, his hips hitching wantonly. Red smoothed his palm along the swell of the boy’s ass, smearing cum before his fingers dug in cruelly just to see the indent of his touch against supple flesh. The cheek dimpled under his fingertips before Red pulled the boy open. He smoothed wet fingers against the furl of Ressler’s rim, tugging gently until the boy offered up a wounded noise. “And you’ve been so good,” he asked, voice low and dark in the boy’s ear. “You’ve waited for me, haven’t you.”
“Yes, sir,” the boy panted, the words tightly threaded with a whine as Red forced a finger into the blood hot clench of Ressler’s body. His breath hitched, all those delicate muscles cinching desperately against his digit as Red slowly fucked the boy’s cum into him. Ressler whined, his hips hitching while his body clamped down against Red’s touch, as though the boy’s muscles couldn’t decide either to force him out or suck him deeper.
He made the decision for Ressler, his finger sliding in deep and slow before one digit became two. Ressler sucked in a sharp breath, his body trembling under the sharp onslaught as Red smoothed his palm along the boy’s thigh, his fingers curving over the boy’s hip. He urged him up on tiptoe, crowding closer as he fucked his fingers into that scalding clench - two fingers becoming three and wringing a breathy, wet mewl from the youth. Red ghosted against the small knob of nerves, feeling it swell marginally at the touch while Ressler’s spine jerked as though he’d touched a live wire. He rubbed more firmly against the boy’s prostate until a soft moan broke free from under Ressler’s ribs.
“Please, sir,” he sobbed, head hanging down as he rocked back into the crook of Red’s fingers, chasing after them even as Red tugged them free. He was unbearably hard, and the boy didn’t make matters any better, his tone sweet and wrecked. “ Please .”
Red curled fingers cruelly around the base of his dick, squeezing roughly to dissuade himself from cumming before he stroked himself as clinically as possible, smearing the last of the boy’s spend against silky, hot skin before spitting in his palm and adding to the mess. Unfortunate, really, that there was nothing in the office that would suitably suffice as lubricant, but it wasn’t as though Red made fucking one of his wards a habit - on premises nonetheless. They’d just have to make due as he crowded closer, Red digging his thumb into the swell of the boy’s ass and wrenching him open as he rubbed his tip against that delicate little pucker. Ressler’s rim clenched desperately at the touch.
Ressler whined pitifully as Red rubbed his wet head against the youth’s hole, letting his tip slap lightly against the pucker of muscle. He clenched his fingers against the base of his dick, teeth gritted in an effort to dissuade the thought of cumming too soon as he smeared his cockhead against the delicate rim of Ressler’s hole. His hips swiveled forward, his length sliding slowly along the boy’s cleft before he pulled back to press up against the boy’s rim, catching at the tiny furl before he pressed inward relentlessly. The delicate muscles fluttered, clinched, then clamped as though to keep him out, but Red just kept up steady pressure against the boy’s rim.
It was still a breathless, wrecked sensation as his cockhead popped through the first ring of desperately tight muscles, wringing a wounded noise from under the boy’s ribs, his nails scrabbling at the desktop as he squirmed. Red dug his thumb down harder into Ressler’s ass cheek, pulling the boy open just so he could watch the give of Ressler’s soft, pink rim under the wet drag of his cock. When he finally popped through the second ring of muscles, Ressler’s hot insides practically swallowed his length down, his cock sliding in deep and pulling a wounded noise from under the boy’s ribs. Red dipped his head, buried his face in the crook of Ressler’s neck while the boy trembled and clenched under him. He smoothed his palm along the boy’s flank, petting Ressler softly as his hips ground up against his ass as though Red might convince the boy’s body to offer up a few more centimeters for his dick.
"Please," the boy started, his tone a broken and wavering thing where it hitched out of his throat. Red snarled, clamping his palm over Ressler’s mouth and pulling the youth back into him. His hips ground up against the swell of the boy’s ass, dragging a muffled moan from beneath Ressler’s ribs.
“Good boys only speak when they are spoken to,” he rumbled in Ressler’s ear, teeth catching on delicate flesh as he nipped at the boy’s earlobe.
A shudder tripped down the boy’s spine, all those scalding muscles clenching around the eager jut of his length as the cheeky little shit arched back into him. Red huffed a breath against Ressler’s pulse, teeth catching on the greedy pound. His hips pulled back just barely, the scant space between them agony that dragged him in with a soft noise. The boy offered up a muffled moan, his hips hitching against Red’s weight. The curve of Ressler’s spine seemingly opened up the tight clench of the boy’s frame, encouraging him to fuck into the scalding grip of Ressler’s ass. His hips jerked forward roughly as though trying to lodge his cock in the base of the boy’s throat. Red ground closer, his hips juddering shallowly into the tight clench of Ressler’s frame before driving forward and lodging his length in the boy’s ass.
Delicate muscles throbbed against his dick in time with the boy’s heart, his palm spreading against low on Ressler’s stomach like he might feel where his cock carved space into Ressler’s guts. He fucked into the boy slow and deep, savoring the visceral drag of his cock in Ressler’s body - blood hot and vise tight. Red crowded closer, digging his fingers down around the boy’s hip and tugging him into the curve of his body, slotting them together as his hips rolled against Ressler’s ass, shallowly fucking into the boy before settling into a slow, deep rhythm. Red’s fingers tightened against the boy’s face, pulling him into a sharper curve, breaking a moan from under Ressler’s ribs as the boy clenched against his length desperately.
There was that instinctual urge to wreck him, to take Ressler apart quick and sharp as though breaking down a gun before Red put him back together, tainted with his fingerprints. Of course, he beat back that urge, rutting almost lazily into the boy’s frame because something that sweet deserved to be savored.
Red set an almost glacially slow pace, focusing on the tight heat of Ressler’s body as he fucked into the boy languidly. He was willing, and able, to overlook that mounting ache where it collected low in his belly, cinching around his spine - focusing instead on the drag of his length against desperately clenching muscles. The ragged pant of the boy’s breathing punched into the office, sharp and thready, as his hips hitched under Red’s weight. He crushed fingers around Ressler’s hip and dragged the boy back into him, driving his hips forward sharply. Ressler gasped against his palm as Red pulled the boy further into the curve of his frame, fucking shallowly into that tight clench of blood-hot muscle before digging his dick in deep.
And he must have been fucking into the boy at just the right angle, because Ressler’s breath punched out of him with a sharp whine - all his muscles cinching up tight against the eager jut of Red’s cock. The boy’s breath rasped into the office, as Red smoothed his palm up along Ressler’s stomach, feeling himself fuck into the clench of Ressler’s frame. He tightened his touch, pulling Ressler in as he wedged himself into the boy’s blood-hot clench of muscles. Red fucked sharp and shallow into that tight clench, pulling Ressler back against him as he seemingly abused the boy’s prostate.
There was a breathless, wounded noise. And curved back into his chest, Red was able to witness the boy shattering into a million lovely pieces as his second orgasm ripped through him. Ressler’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks, sending glimmering tears chasing one another down flushed skin. The sharp edge of teeth and unbearably soft lips brushed his hand, the boy’s warm breath gasping raggedly into his palm as impossibly tight muscles tightened further. There was the wet splatter of cum against his desktop.
“Naughty boy,” he rumbled in the boy’s ear as he fucked his hips forward shallowly. “You’ve made quite the mess,” he said lightly, even as he forced Ressler down against the desk, his hips snapping forward roughly.
A wounded noise broke out of the boy’s chest, muffled though it was as Red pressed him down under his weight and ground up against Ressler’s ass. The boy’s forearms splayed on the desk, nails scrabbling against the particleboard like he was trying to get away. Red just dug bruising fingers into Ressler’s hipbone and yanked him back into the curve of his frame as he ground his hips up against the swell of the boy’s ass like he might carve out more space for himself in the damp heat of Ressler’s frame. He rolled his hips lazily, his cock dragging slowly against the clench of all those delicate muscles, pulling a breathless noise from under the boy’s ribs as he fucked back into that scalding heat.
“You’re lucky I don’t make you clean up that mess with your tongue,” Red drawled slowly in direct contrast with the sharp snap of his hips. “Really rub your face in it, Ressler.”
The boy gasped against his palm, all those tight muscles cinching impossibly tighter as he fucked quicker into Ressler’s frame. Red dug his fingertips into the swell of the youth’s cheek, the hard edge of his jaw as he tugged the boy back into a more severe curve and drove his hips forward quicker, rougher. Ressler’s breath punched out into the quiet of the room, filling the pregnant silence with the rustle of fabric against skin and the wet squelch of muscle being flayed open around his length. The air took on a sweet, copper tinge - following on the heels of damp arousal, the tang of sweat, and the bitter after-scent of cheap soap. Red dipped his head, hid his face against the curve of the boy’s throat as he groaned softly as he fucked sharply into Ressler’s body.
His chest cinched, the muscles of his belly tightened like molten lead - hot and heavy as Red fucked into the boy. The visceral drag of skin on skin tugged at his guts, twisting them tighter and tighter until the sensation sunk bone-deep into him. His orgasm hit him like a fucking freight train, shocking the breath from his lungs as Red curved over the boy, pressing him down as his hips fucked shallowly into Ressler’s frame to prolong the pull of pleasure in his guts. Red huffed against the boy’s throat as his hips drove forward quicker, his skin snapping against the boy’s ass as he lost all rhyme or reason beyond the instinctual need to smear his spend against delicate skin and clenching muscle. He ground closer, his hips rocking before he finally stilled, pinning Ressler in place with his weight.
The ragged gasp of their breathing filled the room. Ressler’s body clamped against his softening cock in a shock of overstimulation. He carded fingers through the boy’s hair before pulling away, dragging a sharp breath from beneath Ressler’s ribs. He tucked himself away, as though Red could shift pieces of himself back into place as easily as fabric. Like the boy hadn’t barbed in his hide.
His palm smoothed along the boy’s lower back with a soft hum. And still bent over the desk, thighs trembling, Ressler was a delightful vision. Red dug his thumb into the cleft of the boy’s ass, wrenching him open to ghost fingertips along the boy’s rim - the delicate furl of muscle slightly puffy and slick with his spend. He wedged his fingertip into that delightful pucker and pulled it open, dragging a wounded noise from the boy’s chest. His cum dribbled over his fingertip, staining his skin before Red had the thought to collect his spend and force it back into the boy’s tight clench.
Ressler whined breathlessly, his spine curving as Red fucked his finger into the boy. All those delicate muscles cinched against his digit, practically sucking him in as Ressler’s forearms collapsed under his weight, spilling the boy onto the desk. The boy gasped out a wet sound, his hips hitching to seemingly drag Red’s touch deeper as one finger became two.
Fucked open and wet, the boy was such a lovely mess.
Red hummed an appreciative noise as he watched Ressler’s rim gape around his touch, his fingers pressing in deep and crooking. He smoothed his fingertips along the boy’s prostate, his touch catching on the delicate bundle of nerves and rubbing roughly. Ressler coughed out a wet noise, his hips hitched and then rocked back into Red’s touch. He smoothed his thumb up along the boy’s perineum, pressing in to catch hold of Ressler’s prostate from both the inside and out. He rubbed roughly, choking a sharp noise from under the boy’s chest - for all it mattered, as Red crooked his fingers lightly against the delicate bundle of nerves.
“I think you can cum again,” he drawled lightly, smoothing his fingertips along the sensitive knob of nerves tucked away inside the boy’s body. Ressler mewled, his nails scrabbling against the desktop as his hips squirmed backward into the curve of his frame. Red slid his fingers in deeper, touch spreading roughly as he fucked his digits deeper into the clench of Ressler’s blood-hot muscles. Red dragged his fingertips along the cinch of the boy’s insides, tight muscles practically swallowing him up.
Ressler practically sobbed - his breath punching out into the silence of the office wetly as Red worried the boy’s prostate, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves as Red pressed the boy down against the desk. Ressler cried out, soft and wet, as his hips hitched against the impatient drag of Red’s fingers. Even with his orgasm still burning at the edge of his psyche, Red halfway wished he had Ressler’s refractory period as the boy cried out, his hips squirming back into Red’s touch. Wished he could fuck his spend back into Ressler with more than just relentless fingers as already tight muscles impossibly tightened further with a breathless sob. The boy’s third orgasm was a thin, watery thing - Ressler’s hips hitching and grinding back as all his muscles clenched down against Red’s fingers. And Red just rubbed his fingers up against the boy’s prostate, spreading his digits just far enough apart to catch hold and stroke along the sensitive nub of nerves as Ressler’s spine jerked, pressing back into Red’s weight breathily.
And well, he was damned anyway.
Red pulled his fingers free from Ressler’s body, wiping them on his slacks unthinkingly as the ragged gasp of their breath filled the quiet of the office. The boy’s chest hitched, practically collapsed with the greedy drag of air in his lungs before he managed to get his hands under him, pushing himself up on shaking arms - all weak-limbed and wobbly like a newborn foal. Ressler’s head fell forward as he huffed out a shuddering noise before he pulled up his miserable excuse for running shorts.
Ressler shot him a crooked grin. His lip was bitten red and swollen, his hair mussed from Red’s fingers with tears still drying on his cheeks - a proper mess but so damn smug that Red just wanted to stalk across the office and teach the brat another lesson. He’d drag another orgasm from the boy just because he could.
“That was fun,” Ressler quipped, tone a little breathless and raw in a way that yanked viscerally at Red’s guts. “Maybe next time, you’ll let me call you daddy.”
Honestly, he was just a boy, and that was ill advised at best, but Red still found his head tipping just barely. Ressler was addictive - a pretty creature with sharp teeth. His poisoned bite was a sweet thing.
“Perhaps,” he drawled.