Episode 18 | The Men In My Barracks 🪖 (Patreon)

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Episode 18: My Sergeant Made Me Pay For Disobeying Him

“Told you to stay away from him, didn’t I?”

Sergeant Ashford’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge underneath it that made the room feel smaller. The video was still playing on his laptop. On the screen, I could clearly see myself pressed against the fence, Ryder behind me, his hands gripping my hips while he fucked me. My face was half-hidden, but it was obvious who I was. The way I was pushing back on his cock left no room for doubt.

I stood frozen in front of his desk, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

“Sir… I can explain,” I said, my voice coming out quieter than I wanted.

Ashford reached over and closed the laptop with a quiet click. He didn’t slam it. He didn’t raise his voice. He simply stood up from his chair and walked around the desk until he was standing directly in front of me. He was taller than me, broader, and the way he moved made it feel like he was taking up all the space in the room.

“Explain what, Rhodes?” he asked, his tone steady and controlled. “That you like getting fucked behind the barracks like some desperate little slut? Or that you decided my warning meant nothing to you?”

I swallowed hard. “It wasn’t like that, sir.”

“No?” Ashford took one step closer. He was so close now that I could smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the sweat from earlier in the day. “Then tell me what it was like. Because from where I’m standing, it looked like you were enjoying yourself quite a bit. Moaning his name while he fucked you. Is that what you wanted? To lose your virginity to some recruit instead of me?”

My face burned. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. The truth was, a part of me had wanted it to be Ashford that night in the woods or the night he bent over his desk. But things had moved too fast with Ryder, and I hadn’t known how to stop it.

Ashford’s eyes stayed locked on mine. He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t even touching me yet. But the weight of his stare was heavier than anything.

“You were a virgin until two nights ago,” he said, his voice low. “And the first cock you took inside you wasn’t mine. That’s what I’m looking at right now.”

I felt my cock twitch in my pants even though I knew I shouldn’t. There was something about the way he said it — calm, direct, almost disappointed — that made my stomach twist with heat.

“Sir, I…” I started, but he cut me off again.“I gave you one simple instruction,” Ashford said. “Stay away from Recruit Callahan. And you chose to ignore it. So now we’re going to fix that.”

The words landed heavy in the quiet office. The laptop sat closed on the desk, but the image of me and Ryder behind the barracks was still burned into my mind. My heart was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.

He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even look particularly angry. That calm, controlled tone was somehow worse.

“If you want to keep seeing him,” he continued, “there will be consequences.”

My stomach dropped. I immediately thought of Ryder getting thrown out of the program, or Ashford making his life hell during every training session. I pictured Ryder being singled out the same way Ashford had singled me out. The thought made my chest feel tight.

“Sir…” I started, but my voice came out rough. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing to him… don’t. Please. It was my fault. I should have listened to you.”

Ashford tilted his head slightly, studying me. A small, almost amused smile touched the corner of his mouth.

“You’re offering to correct your mistakes?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. My eyes flicked down to the front of his pants before I could stop myself. I could see the outline of his cock, already starting to thicken. The sight sent a confusing rush of heat through me. Two nights ago he had almost fucked me. Now he was standing here calm and composed while I was the one offering myself up.

“I want you to punish me for disobeying,” I said, forcing the words out. “Not him. Me.”

Ashford’s smile grew a fraction. He leaned back against the edge of his desk, arms loosely crossed, watching me like he was enjoying how desperate I was starting to sound.

“What exactly are you offering, Rhodes?”

I took a small step closer. Then another. My hand moved before I could talk myself out of it. I reached out and pressed my palm against the front of his pants, feeling the heat and growing hardness underneath. Ashford didn’t pull away. He just stood there, letting me touch him, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Let me make it up to you, Sarge,” I said quietly. “Please.”

Ashford let out a low, quiet laugh. It wasn’t mocking. It sounded almost pleased.

“That’s quite bold of you, Recruit.”

His cock was getting harder under my hand. I could feel it thickening against my palm. I kept stroking him slowly through the fabric, my own cock starting to strain in my pants.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Ashford said, his voice dropping lower.

“I do, sir,” I answered. My fingers found the button of his pants and slowly worked it open. “I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

I pulled his zipper down. His pants loosened and slid down his thick thighs, pooling around his ankles. He was wearing simple white briefs that were now stretched tight over his cock. The thick outline was impossible to ignore. I could see the fat head pressing against the fabric, a small wet spot already forming at the tip.

Ashford watched me with that same calm, slightly amused expression, though I noticed a thin sheen of sweat at his hairline.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “Because once we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

I didn’t answer with words. I slipped my hand inside his briefs and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was hot and heavy in my hand, already fully hard. A thick bead of precum leaked from the head and smeared across my fingers as I stroked him slowly.

“I understand, sir,” I said, keeping my eyes on his.Ashford’s cock twitched in my hand. He stayed leaning back against the desk, watching me with that same calm, unreadable expression, though I noticed the slight tension in his jaw.

“You really want this?” he continued, eyes dropping to where my fist was wrapped around him. “After giving that boy your virginity like it meant something?”

I nodded, my hand moving slowly along his big fat cock. More precum oozed from the head, making my strokes slick and wet. “I know what I’m doing, Sir.”

Ashford’s eyes darkened. He studied me for a few seconds longer before he finally pushed off the desk. His hand came up and gripped my jaw firmly, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to look at him.

“Yeah, boy?” he murmured, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip. “You desperate for your superior’s cock?”

The sudden shift in his tone made my knees feel weak. One second he was calm and questioning, the next he was looking at me like he already owned me. My cock throbbed hard in my pants.

I nodded, my voice coming out quieter than I expected. “Yes, Sarge.”

Ashford leaned in until his face was only inches from mine. His breath brushed against my lips. I tried to lean forward and kiss him, but his grip on my jaw stayed firm, holding me in place. He just smiled, watching me chase his mouth like I was desperate for it.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you, Recruit Rhodes?” he said softly.

I whimpered. My hand kept stroking his cock, more precum leaking out and making everything slick between my fingers. Ashford finally closed the distance and kissed me. It wasn’t soft or romantic. It was deep, claiming, and dominant. His tongue pushed into my mouth while his hand stayed locked on my jaw, controlling the angle. I moaned into the kiss, my hand working his cock faster.

When he finally pulled back, a thin string of spit connected our lips for a second before it broke.

“Okay,” he said, voice rough. His hand moved to the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the fat head shiny with precum. It stood straight out from his body, bigger and thicker than Ryder’s. My hand was no longer trapped inside the fabric. I wrapped my fingers around him properly, stroking the full length while I looked down at it.

Ashford’s thick, powerful thighs stood wide on either side of mine, his massive legs steady and planted firmly like he owned the ground beneath us. The light dusting of hair on his thick quads caught the low light of the office. He looked every bit the powerful, disciplined man who had spent years training his body for combat.

“Take off your pants, recruit,” he ordered.

My hands left his cock and moved to my own belt. I hesitated for only a second, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to break through my ribs. Ashford didn’t repeat himself. He just stood there, watching me with those steady hazel eyes, waiting.

This was it. The moment I had been fantasizing about since the day I saw Sergeant Dominic Ashford. The moment I had tried so hard to avoid. My fingers trembled as I unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down, letting them pool around my ankles. My cock sprang free, rock hard and leaking, betraying exactly how much I wanted this. I was about to let the most dangerous man in this camp fuck me, and the terrifying part was how badly I needed it.

Ashford’s gaze dropped to my exposed cock, then slowly traveled back up to my face. A faint, satisfied smile touched his lips.

“Good boy,” he said quietly.

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