"At ease, Cadet."
Del Tarrant clasped his hands behind his back, but did not relax. The formal admission to the Federation Space Academy was complete, but the informal was not. He had been ordered to report to Senior Cadet Ryker, in Ryker's private quarters. That fact had confirmed, in Tarrant's mind, the rumours he had heard earlier that day, circulating among the other cadets.
Refusal to go through with his initiation would mean ostracism, and he had worked hard to be accepted into the Academy. He wanted more than anything to be a pilot, and a little unpleasantness could be endured.
"I said, at ease." Senior Cadet Ryker had completed his circle around Tarrant and was standing in front of him. Tarrant stared at the wall opposite, with Ryker in his field of vision, but not looking at him. Ryker walked a few steps towards Tarrant, to stand less than a foot away from him. He grabbed Tarrant's chin in his right hand, and forced Tarrant's head around until their eyes met.
"I've reported for duty, as ordered, Senior Cadet," Tarrant said. "I will do whatever you instruct, Senior Cadet."
"And nothing more, eh?" Ryker let go of Tarrant's face, and ran his hand down the front of Tarrant's shirt. Reaching the belt, he slid two fingers inside the trousers and underpants, and twisted a tuft of hair around his fingers. Then he jerked his hand upwards, roughly.
Tarrant grimaced, stifling a cry of pain, and steadied himself. Ryker slipped his left arm around Tarrant's waist, his hand on the small of the back, and forced his right hand inside Tarrant's trousers. Tarrant shut his eyes, steeling himself against further pain as Ryker wrapped more hair around his fingers.
But instead, Ryker leaned forward and said softly, his lips brushing Tarrant's neck, "In case they didn't tell you, you can leave anytime you like." He opened his right hand and pressed his palm flat against Tarrant's stomach, and at the same time, kissed the skin under his ear. "All you have to do is ask."
"No, Senior Cadet. I'll leave when you instruct me to do so."
Ryker drew his fingertips up along Tarrant's spine to his neck, and then pushed his hand up into Tarrant's hair. "I could order you to co-operate."
"You could, Senior Cadet, but I would require instructions as to what I would be required to do. In order to co-operate. Senior Cadet." Tarrant shut his eyes as Ryker's hand slid further down his groin, fingers just brushing the base of his penis. Ryker's lips worked a moist trail along the line of his jaw.
Ryker shifted his weight forward until his body was against Tarrant's. His hand grasped Tarrant's penis, and he circled his thumb around the head. Tarrant controlled his breathing, jaw firmly closed, as his penis started to respond to Ryker's ministrations. Ryker's other hand, wrapped in Tarrant's hair, pulled his head back, exposing his neck. Tarrant gasped with the unexpected pain as Ryker nipped his neck sharply.
The thumb continued to massage the head of his penis, gliding moistly now, spreading the droplets of fluid leaking from the slit. Then Ryker let go of Tarrant's penis, thrusting his hand even further down, loosely clasping one of Tarrant's balls. He stroked the skin lightly, his other hand still pulling Tarrant's head back.
Tarrant felt Ryker's erection hard against the side of his hip, and Ryker's breath on his ear. "I can do anything I like to you, Cadet," the Senior Cadet said, tightening his grip on the testicle. "You could make it easy on yourself."
Tarrant said nothing. Ryker began to apply pressure.
"Well?"
"I didn't hear an order, Senior Cadet."
"If you don't satisfy me, Cadet," Ryker said, his lips brushing Tarrant's ear, "I can pass you down the line until you do satisfy someone."
Tarrant groaned as the pain increased. Ryker loosened his grip, and Tarrant steadied his breathing. "If the Senior Cadet will instruct me on what it is he requires me to do," he said, "the Senior Cadet will find that he is satisfied."
"All right, Cadet." Ryker pulled his hand out from Tarrant's trousers and let go of his hair. Tarrant shook the kinks out of his neck and opened his eyes. Ryker walked over to the only chair in the room and sat down.
"Take your clothes off."
Tarrant began to unbutton his shirt, keeping his eyes on the wall in front of him.
"And look at me while you do it," Ryker said.
Tarrant turned to face Ryker. The Senior Cadet was lounging comfortably in the chair, one arm hooked over the back, and a leg flung over the armrest. The fabric of his trousers was drawn tightly across his groin, the outline of an erection clear. Tarrant raised his eyes to stare directly into Ryker's face as he finished undoing his shirt. He pulled off his shirt and folded it neatly.
Tarrant glanced around the room, looking for somewhere to leave his shirt. The room was spartan, furnished with a hard bed, a chair and a desk. The desk was next to Ryker's chair. Tarrant moved over to the bed and dropped the shirt on the floor at its foot. He sat down on the bed and pulled off his boots, and placed them neatly beside the shirt. Socks followed, dropped onto the shirt. Tarrant stood up as he unbuckled his belt.
Ryker swung his leg down onto the floor. "That'll do, Cadet," he said, standing up.
Tarrant stopped, his hands still on his belt. Was this all there was going to be? No, apparently not. Ryker walked over to him and put his hands on Tarrant's hips.
"Kiss me," he ordered.
Tarrant touched his lips dryly to Ryker's.
"Use your tongue, Cadet."
Tarrant moistened his lips, and then pressed them to Ryker's again. Ryker's teeth were slightly parted and Tarrant flicked his tongue along them, and then pushed his tongue hard into Ryker's mouth. Their tongues met, and Ryker sucked hard on Tarrant's. He moved his hands around to Tarrant's back and shoved them inside Tarrant's trousers, grasping his buttocks.
Tarrant stiffened as he felt Ryker's fingers near his cleft. His tongue still deep in Ryker's mouth, he raised a hand up to the back of Ryker's head and wrapped his fingers firmly in his hair. Ryker tried to pull his head away from Tarrant's, but Tarrant pulled Ryker's head back slowly, not letting him break the kiss, until Ryker was off-balance enough for Tarrant to push him down onto the bed.
With his weight on Ryker, Tarrant let go of his hair. Pressing one hand against Ryker's throat, he slid the other between their chests and found one of Ryker's nipples with his palm. He grabbed it between his fingers through Ryker's shirt and twisted hard. Ryker's body jerked, and he dug his fingernails into Tarrant's buttocks. Tarrant twisted again, harder.
Ryker let go of Tarrant's buttocks and brought his hands up to Tarrant's throat. Tarrant went to grab his hands, and as his weight shifted upwards, Ryker threw him off to the side. The two men lay on the bed beside each other, breathing hard.
Ryker glared at Tarrant and stood up. He took up Tarrant's neatly folded shirt, found a small knife in his desk, and cut several strips of cloth from the shirt. Tarrant watched this, unmoving. Ryker came back over to him and pulled his arms over his head, tying his wrists together to the bedframe. The knot was tight and the cloth cut into Tarrant's skin.
Ryker sat on the bed and placed his hand on Tarrant's abdomen just above his undone belt, rubbing his hand over the mat of fur. Then he tugged trousers and underwear down over Tarrant's hips, until they gathered at the top of his thighs. As he was doing so, Tarrant's penis, now erect, caught on the cloth, and Ryker had to release it.
Tarrant stared at the ceiling, tugging a little on his bonds. Ryker spat wetly into the palm of his hand and rubbed it over the head of Tarrant's penis. Tarrant pulled harder on his bonds as Ryker continued to rub. Tarrant felt his stomach tighten, and his breathing become faster. He wriggled his hips, trying to get away from Ryker's hand, but Ryker kept hold of him easily. Tension gathered in Tarrant's groin, and when Ryker did take away his hand, Tarrant found his hips jerking upwards, trying to maintain contact.
Then Ryker was pulling Tarrant's trousers further down his legs, until they caught his knees together. Ryker, still fully clothed, lay down on top of him, forcing one knee between Tarrant's legs. The cloth of the Academy uniform was rough against Tarrant's skin, and the cold belt buckle cut into him. His hands were starting to become numb.
Ryker's knee worked Tarrant's legs as far apart as they would go, bound as they were with his own trousers, and then brought his knee up to brush against Tarrant's balls. Then Ryker raised his weight off Tarrant, reached down to one of Tarrant's taut nipples with his teeth, and bit hard. Tarrant gave a stifled cry.
"That is for before," Ryker said, and then did the same to Tarrant's other nipple. Tarrant pulled his body to one side and threw Ryker off. Ryker was smiling. He bounced off the bed and went over to his desk again. When he returned, he was holding a small jar. He unscrewed the top and dropped the lid onto the floor. Then he dipped two fingers into the jar and brought out a dollop of ointment.
Ryker reached between Tarrant's legs, rubbing the ointment onto Tarrant's anus. The cream was cold on Tarrant's skin, but the sensation of Ryker's fingers massaging the muscle was arousing, and Tarrant shifted his hips upwards. Ryker's fingers disappeared into the jar again, and when they returned, he worked them inside Tarrant, slowly opening up his sphincter. With his fingers inside, he used his thumb to stroke the skin outside.
Dipping his other hand into the ointment, Ryker then spread it over Tarrant's penis, rigid and swollen, running his hand around the rim of the head, trailing a finger up to the slit, and massaging that. Then he grasped his hand firmly around the head and moved his had up and down. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deeper inside Tarrant. Tarrant began to move his hips up and down, thrusting his cock into Ryker's hand.
As he let himself be swallowed up by the sensation, Tarrant's thrusts began to come faster. Then his cock was meeting empty air. Ryker had taken away both hands, and inside Tarrant felt empty where Ryker's fingers had been. Tarrant jerked against his bonds again, frustrated.
Ryker circled a finger around Tarrant's nipple, and laughed softly. Tarrant looked away to the side, suddenly feeling humiliated that he had been enjoying it so much.
"Is the Senior Cadet satisfied?" he asked. His penis remained obstinately erect.
"Not yet," Ryker said, trailing a finger to the other side of Tarrant's chest. "Neither is the junior Cadet. Turn over."
Tarrant did as he was told, and friction of the bedclothes with his penis almost caused him to come as Ryker completely removed Tarrant's trousers. Tarrant heard them drop softly to the floor, and then heard Ryker undoing his belt and unzipping his fly.
Ryker spread Tarrant's legs wider, and then spread open the cheeks of his buttocks. The ointment was warm this time, and Ryker applied it liberally. Then Tarrant felt Ryker's penis nudging against his anus, then pushing into the opening, forcing open the muscle. Ryker slid inside in one, long thrust. Tarrant felt a moment's sharp pain, followed by a hot melting warmth that spread from groin to abdomen. He felt the edge of Ryker's trousers slapping his skin as Ryker thrust in and out of him. Then he was coming, his cock rubbing the rough bedclothes underneath him.
Above him, Ryker's breathing was hard and fast, his movements faster. Then Ryker gave one last, deep thrust and cried out loudly. He collapsed ontoTarrant. They lay there for a while, neither moving, bodies still joined, as their breathing returned to normal.
Then Tarrant felt Ryker withdraw from his body. At the new emptiness inside him, and the lightness on top of him, Tarrant felt his cock start to stir again. He heard Ryker do up his trousers and belt. Then Ryker cut the fabric tying Tarrant's hands to the bedframe, and Tarrant sat up, rubbing the circulation back into them.
Ryker tossed the knife onto his desk. "Alright, Cadet," he said, opening a desk drawer and looking through some papers, "you can leave now."
"Permission to speak, Senior Cadet."
Ryker turned around. Tarrant, still naked, was standing to attention. His cock, almost hard again, was jutting up.
"Yes, what is it?" Ryker asked.
"The Senior Cadet may be satisfied, but the junior Cadet is not."
Ryker raised his eyebrows. He was silent for a few seconds. Then: "And what might it take for the junior Cadet to be satisfied?"
"Well, Senior Cadet. The Senior Cadet might begin by taking off his clothes."
The Senior Cadet stood where he was for a while, and then began to unbutton his shirt.