Nigel

Nigel 01 - Punished by my officer

The naughty corporal was caught taking a photo of his officer changing and was punished

Nigel hated guard duty, especially when it meant wasting his weekend walking around the camp in circles. It was almost 11pm, but there was still sweat trickling down his back in this heat. He couldn't wait to get back to the guardhouse and sit in air conditioning. And today…today there was another reason why he can't wait to return. His officer Wei Jian was on duty with him as well. Every time Wei Jian was around, Nigel couldn't help stealing glances at him. Tall, tanned, lean muscle packed under the green uniform, usually stern but quietly charismatic when he let his guard down. Apparently he was a dragon boater in his school before serving in the army. So handsome... Nigel often thought. Nigel was lean himself and not bad looking. But Wei Jian was really something else.

He'd been fantasizing about Wei Jian for weeks since he first got posted there. Sometimes he will revel when Wei Jian pats him on the back, hoping for a lingering touch. Other times he will imagine Wei Jian's playful jabs at Nigel becoming something more. And more recently he started daydreaming about full-on scenes where Wei Jian will drag him into an office room and make Nigel worship him, then fuck him senseless. Nigel's thirst for Wei Jian is real and growing by the day. Nigel had even started taking photos—discreetly—when Wei Jian changed in the office, shirtless, muscles flexing. Just snapshots on his phone, little treasures to goon to later.

Today, Wei Jian was changing from his PT kit after doing a morning run. Nigel just came back from checking the perimeter when he noticed Wei Jian alone in the corner of the room. He quickly assumed an inconspicuous position, and there it was—Wei Jian peeling off his soaked OCS PT singlet, revealing a torso sculpted from hours of gym and dragon boating. Nigel fumbled with his phone and snapped two quick photos before Wei Jian turned.

"You," Wei Jian barked, voice cutting through the cold stale air. "Nigel Lim. Come here."

Nigel's heart hammered against his ribs. He walked towards him, trying to look nonchalant. Why, sir?

Wei Jian was already halfway buttoning up his uniform when Nigel arrived. His gaze swept over Nigel and then landed on his phone. "What do you think you were doing?"

"Just…using my phone, sir," Nigel stammered.

Wei Jian snatched the phone. A quick scroll through the gallery. The numerous photos secretly taken of Wei Jian, shirtless, changing, filled the screen.

"So, you like looking at me, huh?" Wei Jian's voice was low and dangerous. "You think I don't notice?"

Nigel flushed. "No, sir…"

Wei Jian stepped closer, towering over him. "I think I know what you want."

Wei Jian grabbed Nigel by the collar and pulled him out of the office and into the empty storeroom beside it. The room was cramped and dusty, with old jerrycans and dummy rifles lying around. Wei Jian pushed Nigel inside, then followed, shutting the door with a solid thud.

"Let's see what else you've captured," Wei Jian said, still holding Nigel's phone. "Lots of good pictures here. You really like my body, don't you?"

Nigel nodded, feeling his throat tighten. "Yes, sir."

Wei Jian smirked. "Good. Then you can appreciate it properly." His strong hands grabbed Nigel's hand. And then he guided it to his chest.

"Good. Now worship." Wei Jian gestured with his chin towards his chest. "Worship my muscles. Through this uniform."

Nigel eagerly ran his hand up Wei Jian's chest, over the hard planes of muscle beneath the fabric. He traced the outline of Wei Jian's biceps, feeling them flex as he moved. Wei Jian let out a low hum of satisfaction.

"More," he demanded. "Higher. Feel my pecs. You like it? You really like it?"

Nigel nodded, unable to speak. He was losing himself in the sensation; he couldn't believe he was feeling his officer's rock-hard muscles, no longer just in his imagination.

Then Wei Jian grabbed his hand firmly and pressed it to the bulge in his uniform trousers.

Nigel nearly jumped. The fabric felt thin under his palm, barely containing Wei Jian's…hardness. It was rock-hard, pulsing with heat, and slightly damp.

"Rub it," Wei Jian commanded. "Slowly. Feel it."

Nigel's hand trembled at first, then settled into a rhythm. He rubbed, feeling the warmth seep through the fabric, the firm length growing harder under his touch.

"Harder," Wei Jian growled. "Don't be shy, boy. You wanted to see it, didn't you?"

Nigel increased the pressure. Wei Jian stepped closer, so close Nigel could smell his sweat from the run earlier and something else…a musky scent that made his knees weak.

Wei Jian ripped open his uniform shirt with a sharp tug. Nigel's breath hitched at the sight of Wei Jian's bare chest popping out at him, gleaming with sweat.

"Now," Wei Jian said, voice rough as sandpaper. "Strip for me."

Nigel immediately stripped quickly and efficiently—shirt, pants, and underwear all discarded in a heap on the floor. Nigel then instinctively stood at attention, as if he were awaiting orders like a recruit, acutely aware of his own shy body exposed under Wei Jian's gaze.

"Kneel," Wei Jian commanded, pointing to a patch of dusty concrete floor.

Nigel obeyed, dropping onto his knees.

Wei Jian positioned himself in front of Nigel, looming over him. "Open wide." He didn't wait for an answer. He simply pulled down his pants with one hand, his cock springing out, and grabbed Nigel's mouth with the other hand.

Then he thrust forward.

It was…intense. Wei Jian's shaft was thick and hot, instantly filling Nigel's mouth completely. The taste of sweat and something subtly salty filled his senses. It wasn't gentle.

Nigel choked slightly at first but quickly fell into the rhythm. Wei Jian pulled Nigel by his hair and rocked his face back and forth on his cock. The sensation was surprisingly…pleasurable. It wasn't just humiliation; there was a raw, primal heat to it. He liked the feeling of being dominated, of having Wei Jian's strength controlling him.

"Good boy," Wei Jian murmured, his voice laced with approval.

Wei Jian continued relentlessly, pushing harder and faster. Nigel was starting to feel a little lightheaded, but he didn't want it to stop. He wanted more. He wanted Wei Jian.

Finally, Wei Jian pulled back slightly, breathing heavily. "Now," he said, his voice vibrating with power. "Onto the bench."

Nigel stumbled and lay onto the rusted green bench, slick with dust. Wei Jian positioned himself between his legs, grabbing Nigel's ankles and pulling them apart, stretching his ass wide.

"Spread wide, boy. I want a good view," Wei Jian said, leaning down to inspect Nigel's offering, his eager hole gaping and ready for a good fucking.

Without warning, Wei Jian plunged into him, slow and deliberate at first. Nigel gasped, his back arching instinctively. It wasn't gentle. Wei Jian took him fully, stretching Nigel open with each thrust. The initial sting quickly gave way to a burning pleasure that shot through him.

Wei Jian started to move more quickly, a rhythmic pounding that shook Nigel's entire body. He wasn't just entering and exiting; he was filling Nigel, claiming him. It was this thought that made Nigel especially hard.

"Take it in," Wei Jian commanded. "You want this, right?"

Nigel dug his fingers into Wei Jian's strong forearms, feebly trying to pull him closer, wanting to be consumed. He arched into each thrust, meeting Wei Jian's power with a desperate eagerness. The room spun around them, the scent of two sweaty army boys filling the air.

Wei Jian increased the tempo, pushing deeper and deeper, forcing Nigel to accommodate his relentless rhythm. Nigel started to moan softly, then louder, losing himself in the sensation. He would feel Wei Jian's muscles flexing with each pump, a solid, intoxicating pressure.

"Fuck, this is good," Wei Jian breathed. "Push into me, boy."

Nigel instinctively tightened his grip on Wei Jian, squeezing his ass together as he thrust in. It helped, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to make Wei Jian cum, make his officer cum inside him.

"Sir…" Nigel gasped, "Please… Come in me."

Wei Jian didn't slow down. He just kept fucking, a smirk playing on his lips. "Patience, boy," he growled. "You need to earn it." He continued to build the pressure, teasingly close to the edge but holding back, keeping Nigel dangling.

"Please, sir," Nigel begged, voice cracking with desperation. "I need it… I need you…"

Wei Jian just laughed. "Come on, tighter, tighter."

Nigel felt a wave of frustration wash over him. He was so close, his ass aching with tension, and Wei Jian was deliberately toying with him. It was infuriating…and incredibly stimulating. He arched harder, trying to force Wei Jian's hand, but it didn't matter.

Wei Jian kept going, relentlessly, driving Nigel almost mad. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to his own climax, fueled by both pleasure and frustration. He wanted to scream, to cry out, anything to make Wei Jian finally let go inside him.

"Oh fuck... you are good," Wei Jian stuttered, almost losing control.

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, Wei Jian's body shuddered. But instead of releasing into Nigel, he pulled out and directed the hot rush downwards.

A thick rope of cum shot out of his shaft and landed on the dusty floor below Nigel, splattering onto some of the traffic cones beside them.

Nigel let out a strangled cry, a mix of disappointment and something strangely exhilarating. His own cock throbbing, leaking, but without proper release.

"Now," he said, voice dripping with satisfaction. "Lick it up." He gestured to the puddle of his seed with a lazy sweep of his hand. "Every drop. Can't have Encik finding this out."

Nigel rolled off the bench, landing heavily on the floor beside the table, still breathing hard. He looked down at the glistening white mess spread across the dusty concrete. A small part of him was still disappointed he hadn't been filled with Wei Jian's cum, but that disappointment quickly morphed into eager obedience.

He lowered his mouth and began to lick. The cum was warm, salty, and intensely satisfying. It tasted like how Wei Jian smelled—a strong, potent, musky aroma. He savored each swirl of his tongue, collecting every drop.

"Good boy," Wei Jian murmured from the floor, watching him with a satisfied smirk. "A very good boy. You wanted my cum? This is how you earn it."

Nigel licked faster, more frantically, wanting to please Wei Jian, wanting to absorb every bit of him. He was on his hands and knees, sucking up and swallowing the dust on the ground and the dirt on the traffic cones, along with Wei Jian's cum, utterly lost in the moment. And when there was no more cum, Nigel went on to lick droplets of sweat splashed around where they just fucked.

Nigel kept licking until everything around him was spotless, every trace of Wei Jian's cum, sweat, and anything with his addictive scent gone. Finally, he looked up, staring at Wei Jian, his lips glistening with semen, glazed eyes beaming with pleasure.

Wei Jian's eyes met his. "That's it," he said softly. "You are mine now."