Soldier Student

Soldier Student by Noah Green (green.noah@ymail.com)

Chapter 3

1000hrs

The thick, intensely erect length of my unenlargeable prick was wet and throbbing from the slut orgy I'd just stage-managed. I walked across the campus to my office cursing Rob Slater's tutorial for blocking my option of a swift wank in the staff toilets. Instead of the release I'd longed for, I was faced with the hateful craporama of demonstrating professionalism and respect towards a student who'd shown nothing but contempt and condescension towards me. I loathed him not just because he'd stalked me with formal complaints over my approach and teaching style but because unlike the obedient soldier Troy Davis had been in the changing rooms, Rob Slater simply could not accept anyone else's authority to tell him anything.

I arrived at the dingy little shithole the University had given me to work in. I slung my bag down, sat at my desk and booted up my computer. As it limped into life I looked round at my room and considered all the tedious hours I'd spent in it writing and talking about theory I didn't give a flying fuck for. Yet again the same thought: why was I square-bashing my brain day after day when I could be living like I used to in combat - high on fear, danger and reward? What was the gain from dealing with arrogant twats like Rob Slater that compensated me for the loss of not engaging in real life, even the mild adventures I'd had that morning -- watching men fuck for the first time, perving lads on the train, getting sucked off by a dude, fucking a guy myself, dominating teen boys -- even getting snatched and assaulted by the coppers was more like real living than fucking lecturing. It was a job for corpses.

I opened my online diary and zipped through the line of rubbish I'd have to process before 5 when I could resume the chase for man-pussy. Seven solid hours of rock hard boredom lay ahead and my balls were so backed up with unspent spunk it was all I could do not to flip the blinds and knock one out there and then. My dick was bursting for attention, begging me to bring it off.

I glanced at the door pondering my chances of unloading some spooge before Slater turned up. Would he smell it in the air? Jesus, I'd have had more liberty if instead of a lecturer's cubicle I'd been chained up in a Baghdad detention centre. And it came to something when I was longing to be a hostage in the desert rather than a tutor in his room.

Just as it occurred to me I could simply walk out - right that second - Slater himself strode in through the door.

In fact, not strode. Usually he entered my room as if he was doing me a favour, as if any minute it was likely I was going to royally piss him off. Today was a different version of Rob than I was used to, different even to how he'd seemed when I'd caught him outside his hall of residence a couple of hours earlier. Despite the immaculate state of the University football strip he was wearing, he looked hangdog, under-confident, embarrassed; three emotions I never imagined he was capable of feeling let alone revealing to anyone else, and least of all to me; the tutor he'd hounded for more than a year.

He'd been enraged at our first meeting by the fact I'd dared to suggest I could diagnose faults in his thinking that might be hindering what he saw as his right to play football at the highest level. But as he nodded at me and sat down he actually made eye contact and -- for the first time in my experience -- appeared almost submissive.

The unlucky thing for him was that combining his look of submission with the dream I'd had about raping him started me wondering if I could take sufficient command of him to attempt the same kind of shit I'd got up to with Troy and the lads in the showers. I glanced at the tight musculature under Rob's football shirt and briefly wondered what he'd look like nude.

But it was a crazy thought, especially as the first thing on the agenda for our tutorial was the latest stage in a complaint Slater had made against me for inappropriate marking of his essays. As I checked the papers I was supposed to go through with him he got comfortable opposite me, sitting back with his well-developed footballer's legs wide open and his professional model-quality good looks improved by a pose of humble attentiveness to whatever I wanted to say to him.

"Ok Rob, the Registrar has written saying he supports my marking of your Body Mass assignment. Sorry about that, but I guess you've got to decide now if you want to pursue your complaint outside of the Uni."

He looked pained, dropped his head and when he looked up it was clear he was wrestling with something emotional.

"What's up? I'm sure the student union will help you appeal if you still feel..."

"I'm proper sorry I made that complaint now."

I'd never heard Slater reveal a moment's doubt about anything, so to hear him openly expressing regret, especially about his favourite hobby of pursuing me with formal procedures and proceedings left me dumbfounded.

"Well, look, mate: there are no hard feelings. Give it up if you don't want to carry on and we can get back to psychology ok? Just put it in the past, it's not a thing that bothers me."

"God, that's good of you sir."

"'Sir?' Hold on a minute..."

"No, I mean it, Sir. I've been so fucking stupid. It's like my girlfriend says, I just don't know how to sort things out right." And he looked like he was either on the brink of tears or trying very hard to squeeze some tears out.

"Well, ok. Let's move on shall we Rob? You've got the leadership and coaching module starting next month and..."

"I love you, Jamie."

Considering how things turned out I'm glad to say my first reaction was to laugh out loud.

"Fuck off, Slater."

"Honestly Jamie, that's what all these complaints have been about, I realise that now. I've got a crush or something... Can't get over it."

"Ok, Rob. I'm going to stop the tutorial here because whether you think you're being funny or you mean it, it's clearly inappropriate behaviour and given your history as a known complainer I can't continue this conversation. So please leave my office now, I'll let the Head of Institute know what's been said and somebody from the Department will be in touch with you in due course."

"Shit, no Sir. You can't tell anyone. Fuck. Fuck, no. Please, Jamie. Christ, please."

He looked properly panicked, the first authentic emotion I'd seen.

"What did you think would happen Rob? You've clearly had a plan to come in here and say this. Do you think I'd be thick enough to take what you're saying for real?"

"I didn't have a plan. I don't know what's wrong with me, Sir. But if you let anyone know I'll kill myself. I may as well do it anyway. I'm good for nothing now anyway."

By no means am I an easy person to dupe. Naturally suspicious and watchful, I'd been trained for ten years in the management and assessment of other men. But Slater had the advantage I fancied him like a bastard, my dick was ravenous for action and I'd let myself get over confident about my ability to arouse and sexually manipulate other men.

I took a deep breath. "Ok, Rob. Let's not over-react. What's been happening? You said about your girlfriend? Tension there? Is there drink or drugs involved? It would be normal, I guess, for an aspiring professional sportsman to experience some pressures, to feel confusion about himself."

"It's not pressure. I mean I felt pressure because I knew I couldn't say anything but now you know I don't feel confused. Please can it be secret, boss? It's my career isn't it? The other guys on the team."

He was begging me. I was torn between so many paths I could take: get sweet revenge for his harassment and fuck him up properly by telling everyone I could what he'd said to me; be professional and transfer him to another tutor; do the British Army thing and be patient to see how things panned out; or the horny devil's option of setting fire to my secondment and my military career too in order to explore just how far this fit tasty young fucker was prepared to go.

"So what is it you want Rob? Just to tell me and leave it at that? We can move on finally can we? Just forget it?"

"Shit, no. I can't forget it. You're all I think about, I'm -- like -- crazy about you or something. Totally in love and that. I can't get you out of my head. Please, we have to do something together or I'll go mental. It's got to be today."

This was more like the old Slater. The casual, lazy quotation of things he'd heard other people say rather than dragging something sincere and honest from his own mind. And the insistence that what he wanted had to happen right now. In another situation his sudden relapse into low effort and high demand would have forced me to see sense and kick him out my office but my prick had been throbbing like a red hot poker since 4AM, I was ravenous for satisfaction, my mouth watering for more spunk-loaded humping and Slater was serving it up hot right in front of me. But I had to pay lip service to social norms.

"Well that's not going to happen is it Rob? Because I'm not interested in you or any other man sexually and if I was it would be grossly improper for a tutor to consent to sex with a student."

"I can't perform on the field like this. We've got intramural matches this week. If I could just somehow get you to come over to my room for a half hour... Just be with me for a bit. Just talk."

"Where's all this come from Rob? I'm not buying it one bit, mate. Your complaints have failed to do me in, now you're looking for something else. You can get to fuck."

He surged forward in his chair, forcing me to notice as his football shorts pulled tight that he had just the good size of packet I'd imagined in my dream.

"Honestly, it's not that boss. I've challenged the wrong way and now I realised why. Like at school when you tease the ones you like. You gotta give me something for facing up to what I feel. I'm really on the edge Jamie. Please just come over to hall and hang out in my room, just so I feel like I've talked to you as a real person, not like a tutor."

He'd switched back to what looked like real desperation and it was impossible not to respond to the pleading in both his voice and posture. He truly looked like he was for real and I was sure the Rob Slater I knew didn't have the mental capacity to act all this out just to trap me. What kind of trap would it be anyway? How could he profit from telling anyone I'd fucked him? And what did I have to lose since my encounter with the police had probably trashed my time at Uni anyway.

"You want me to come to your room and chat?"

He grinned a dynamite smile, it was hard not to chuckle at how pleased he seemed. He was such a good looking young guy, such outstanding looks and near perfect levels of physical fitness.

"Please boss. If I had you to myself for a while I could show you how much I mean it. There must be something I can do for you Jamie. Isn't there anything?"

We were facing each other man-to-man, my hand resting on my desk. He moved forward slightly more and put his hand on top of mine. In a decisive moment that took me over a line I couldn't re-cross I edged my upper body back slightly so my crotch pushed forward and Rob was able to see the huge bench that was right at the point of bursting out of my strides.

When he glanced down at it Rob didn't react the way I thought he would, he gripped my hand with what seemed more like surprise and apprehension than reciprocated desire. But if I wanted to query things further I'd left it too late. He'd said he needed me sexually and I'd revealed just how much that turned me on. He knew now rather than being disinterested and professional I was fully ready to fuck him, that almost certainly he was going to get what he'd asked for.

Rob's eyes took a long time to come up from where they'd locked on the monument thrusting up under my trousers. When his gaze finally returned to my face the reality of what he'd got into seemed to have hit home. He cleared his throat.

"Will you come over to my room then Sir?"

"Quit calling me Sir for fuck's sake."

"Jamie then? Will you come over?"

"What do you really want to happen in your room? Just hang out and chat or what?"

We locked eyes and he stumbled for words. I'd had enough of trying to work out what plot might lie behind his declaration of love. Whatever he was up to, he was claiming his dream was to be with me sexually and since that was my dream as well it was time to take some action. I got up out of my chair and quickly moved forwards towards him, pushing him back as I pressed him back, bringing our mouths together.

After a lifetime of locking lips with women he was the second man I'd begun a snog with, both of them in just one morning. But Rob kissed very differently to Judd, the escort physio, he took a while to open up his mouth and while I had my hands all over him -- in his hair, over his chest, down his back -- Rob seemed less confident about touching me. Not that I was too bothered. I'd been waiting since the early hours to corner exactly this kind of pussy and now here it was: whether it cost me the job I hated or not, no matter what the consequences, I was going to fucking take it.

Since Rob still seemed a bit unsure I decided to test the strength of his willingness to satisfy my needs. I let him go and stood up so my groin was at his head height. Manipulating my aching bone so it was far down enough to escape my fly, I pulled down my zip and untrapped it from my underwear. Suddenly Rob's face and my solid rearing hard-on were within touching distance. If this was all a trick now was the time Rob would have to back off and admit it, either that or one of the university's best looking sport heroes, a future England international hopeful was about to get his laughing gear around my knob.

He looked up at me and I enjoyed the prospect of his pretty lips parting to let my wet bellend sink into the hot wet clamp of his mouth. Given the way I'd piled up my own sexual frustration I knew there was real risk I'd blow my load directly down his throat and -- fuck -- I'd have loved to have seen my pent up cock juice shooting into his face, watching him catch the deluge of nut snot that would have run down his face with his tongue. But Rob had a problem.

"Shit Jamie. I'll do you mate but I'm crapping myself we'll get caught. Anybody could come in here. Can't we go back across to hall? You can do whatever you like to me over there, man."

"Yeah? But how do I know you don't have a little mate of yours hiding in the wardrobe or waiting to crash in on us? Why not gob me off right now and then I'll come over tonight if you still want to? Or take you back to Hereford and you can stay over at mine?"

He stood up, making it clear I wasn't going to get any skull off him if I was going to be stubborn.

"There's no way I want us discovered Jamie, honestly. Nobody can know about this. It would harm me even more than you, that would. Come over to my room and you can treat me like your bitch. I'll be a woman for you man. You can be really fucking rough, I'd love that. Rape me man, yeah?"

I began to lever my cock back inside my jeans, yet again my orgasm postponed.

"I have an exam board at 11 Rob and then the rest of the day is booked up as well."

Rob touched my hand for a second time, taking it in his and cupping it between his legs. Instantly I felt the heat and rigidity of his athlete's packet under the silky nylon of his shorts.

"Please, I'm not conning you. You come over and I'll let you use me anyway you like. Do me army style. Beat me up, spank me, pound my ass, anything. I want to be your boy. Your slave. A sex toy."

That was it. I was going to get Rob Slater just as in my dream but without the bother of knocking him out first. He'd suggested exactly the scenario that had first made me determined to see if I could get turned on by sex with men. Well I knew now for certain that I could and the very peak of men, the best experience I could ever have sexually with a man was surely going to be with a strikingly gorgeous, unbeatably fit and eager 22 year old like him. This was going to be the climax to end all climaxes and if I had to follow it by walking away from Uni then so much the better. It was now the only thing I cared about.

Right from being a grunt, the army trains you to trust the team and -- even though I'd not been a regular long before I was selected for The Regiment -- those values stayed with me. It becomes hard to be wary of anyone you think of as your mate so as soon as my dick had persuaded me Rob was for real I was convinced we were going to be loyal: I'd would watch out for him and he'd watch out for me, we were both going to fight in the same direction.

By showing him the bench I had for him I'd compromised my bargaining position totally. He knew I was desperate to jump him and so it was no longer tutor-student or even soldier-student it was us as fuck buddies with him dictating the terms. As it happened what he said he wanted was what suited me perfectly as well. While we stood there facing each other, both of us erect, he told me all about lacking a father figure in his life and about his need to be put in his place by a stronger man. About how he'd been dreaming what the first time with me would be like and how I'd finally teach him who was boss in the most absolute way possible, by fucking him with extreme force. He had a whole scenario he'd dreamt up and he ran me through it like a manoeuvre, making sure I'd got each bit.

"Believe me Jamie, rough shagging's the only style I know. Rough is not a problem mate. I think I understand the scene."

"Yeah, but you gotta make me believe it. If it doesn't feel genuine it's not going to work. You're going to make it real, yeah? You understand how much it means to me, yeah?"

"Sure, sure. Let's get a move on eh?. We'll go to your room?"

But no, he didn't want me walking across campus with him. He'd go over and I'd follow in 20 minutes. 20 minutes wasn't long but as he left I had a crazy urge to grab him and give him a taste of just how brutal he could have it if that was what he wanted. I was like a homing missile, now I'd locked on to Slater it felt as if ramming my jizz deep into his guts was the whole point of everything. This is why I'd dreamt about him, because somehow I'd known it was going to happen. I'd been led on by the porn and the guys on the train and Judd and the boys in the shower because somehow nature was preparing me to have a juicy prime pro footballer's butt squeeze applied hot and tight around my fuckstick. He was going to milk the best orgasm of my life out of me. We'd both see stars.

Jesus, as I waited for the minutes to pass I really thought I might cum just thinking about spearing my thing in him, without even touching the beast itself.

It was 11AM at last. I decanted everything out of my bag I wasn't going to need and hoofed it over to Rob's block getting myself in role for the kind of fuck he'd asked for. It wasn't much of a stretch; remembering how much I'd hated the handsome little shit when he'd slid one complaint after another in my direction got me well fired up.

I tapped in the code he'd given me to the hall of residence entrance then climbed a few stairs and navigated corridors stinking of university disinfectant. Nobody was about, everyone either at lectures or sleeping off teenage hangovers. Here it was: 1D13, Rob's room. I went straight in.

Rob was sitting at his desk, still in his football kit, his back to me as he pretended to study. He glanced round and it really seemed as if he was surprised. He stumbled to his feet, his glossy white shorts unfolding from around the hard young dick I knew I'd soon be inspecting a lot closer.

"Uh.. can I help you Jamie? I don't think you should be in my room, Sir."

"Well that's your opinion isn't it Rob?

"Jamie, that sounds quite aggressive. I don't want any trouble, Sir."

I took two quick strides across the room, took a swing and laid the flat of my hand hard against Rob's soft downy cheek. There was a satisfying crack and his face swung away, eyes closed with just the effect you'd hope to achieve if you wanted to take a man down. When he lifted his head again a tasty red bruise already appeared to be pounding away on his cheek. He'd told me to slap him about, he'd said it would only turn him on if it really hurt and now here was his chance to prove he was getting a good chance to see it if did.

His reaction made me think he really had told the truth. If he'd only wanted a playful spank he'd have been up in arms about the blow he'd just taken but instead of that he was standing in front of me with his hands held behind his back, his eyes wide and full on mine. He wanted more. So I upped my game.

"Who's your fucking daddy, Rob?"

"You are, Sir."

"What's going to happen if you don't let me rape you here and now?"

"You'll break my neck sir. You've told me you'll break my neck or shoot me."

"Good lad. It's this or I snuff you out. You can take my cock or you can wind up on that bed a dead body. And it can happen fast Rob. I've taken men from the here-and-now to the hereafter before they know what's happening to them ok?"

I rubbed the organ straining angrily under the tense stitching of my crotch.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you might wish you were dead, but if you're a good little tart and take it like the bitch you are I'll spare you your fucking breath. Ok, boy?"

"Yes sir. I don't want to be raped, Sir."

My hand darted out like a piston and took a crocodile pinch on the nipple I could see erect under the nylon of his shirt. I twisted like I was turning a cooker dial to red hot, Rob bobbed down with his face a mask of pain.

"Shi-i-i-i-i-t. Please Sir! I'll be good, I'll be good. You can rape me Sir. Please, please."

I released him.

"Strip."

He pulled his shirt over his head and then lifted his foot to deal with his laces. As he did so I had a good look at the tanned muscularity of his upper body. Unlike the lads in the shower Rob's torso showed the benefits of really serious training, he looked like a man rather than a lad. He had lean but developed shoulders, a bit of hair on his chest and the general physical development of someone assembled by a team of sports scientists rather than someone who'd just gone to the gym to look good on a night out. I wanted the motherfucker so badly it was intensely difficult to keep my mind on the idiot role-play he'd demanded. But I'd known this was what it was going to take before I started so I stuck to it.

"Hurry up you fucker. Get your fucking gear off so I can take a proper look at you."

Like nearly all the many soldiers whose strip searches I'd supervised, once he was left with only his shorts Rob paused as if he hoped it might be possible to strip without going all the way. I moved towards him, squatted so my face was at his crotch and ripped his shorts down to his ankles.

He was wearing the white Sloggi briefs I'd heard other students claim were favoured by premiership players and he filled them in a way that looked painful. I grinned up at him as I reached out to squeeze the erect bar of sportsman's cock that stretched the soft snowy cotton.

"You dirty cunt, you actually want it don't you?"

"No, sir. Please don't go any further. I promise I won't tell anyone if you leave me alone."

I slid my fingers into either side of the waistband of his panties, inhaled to catch the scent of the uncovered privates I'd been longing to see and pulled off the last bit of clothing Rob had on. His healthy young cock was as nicely tanned and as well developed as the rest of him, its thick foreskin just beginning to stretch open at the tip as his blood pumped it ready for use. I could smell the reassuring scent of his arousal as I watched his lightly haired nuts pulling tighter and tighter under his bench. It wasn't easy breaking the magnetic pull of the package I'd uncovered, but I stood up.

"Now I've seen you naked, I guess we could leave it there. You promise you won't say a word now? Not to anyone, Rob?"

Rob suddenly looked confused and fretful, the suggestion I was going to stop had at last put me back control.

"Uh..."

"Answer me, Rob."

If my normal situational awareness had been operating, if I hadn't had my sense robbed by desire to dick the little shit I would have insisted on a loud and clear reply from Rob, confirming that getting slapped about and sodomised had been his idea not mine. But I was off guard, I'd believed what I'd been told.

"Um... Jamie..."

"'Um Jamie' is not the answer I was looking for you tongue tied twat." I grabbed him by the short cropped hair at the back of his neck and pulled, lifting him on to his toes. His big bare dick waved about as I staggered him over towards his bed and pitched him down onto it on his back. His legs were over the side; I leaned down to lift them up above him then pushed them backwards so his knees were against his chest. His balls squeezed out between his clamped thighs and all at once the obscene accessibility of not only his balls but his sweet little asshole was laid bare.

He'd gone from respectable, aspiring professional footballer to completely available cunt boy in less time than it takes to buy a round of drinks. Force had transformed him into a sexual object faster than persuasion ever could.

I bore down on him, my full weight pressing his upper thighs against his stomach, bringing us face to face. I didn't give a toss that he kept his own lips shut as I opened mine over them to took a taste of his mouth. He'd either have to wipe my slobber away or taste it no matter what happened, so now I had him.

"You ready to get fucked Rob? Ready to take a man's hard prick inside that tight little slot? Yeah, you're ready. You were born ready weren't you mate? You've wanted it a long time, eh?"

He'd turned his face away and wasn't speaking but his sticky dick was still hard as iron, dribbling precum over his stomach. I knew my first attempt at role-play was working out. I took his penis in my palm and rubbed him off a few strokes, loving the sound of his cock juice lubricating the velvet soft skin of his tool as it eased back and forwards over his young knob.

It was time to fuck him.

"Hold your own fucking legs Slater, keep that pussy on show."

Not knowing what was really going on I assumed the way Jamie was biting his lip and looking into the far distance was just acting. I'd wrongly assumed I was building to a climax he wanted as badly as I did but I have to admit even if I'd known the truth there's a good chance I'd still have taken him because what man could resist a stunning, perfectly toned athlete offering up his juicy young snatch? I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, yanking both them and my boxers down to my knees so my throbbing weapon could finally confront its dream scenario: hot young virgin hole.

I pulled my shirt over my head thinking I was going to have a once-in-a-lifetime ride, a fuck I'd never forget and even if I'd known what was coming I'd have ignored the consequences and gone for goal.

Rob had no lube and no condoms and I didn't care. I returned to my position standing directly over him and pushed him back even further so he was bent double with his anus pointing towards the ceiling. I pooled saliva in my mouth then hawked directly onto his slot before using two fingers to start slicking him up. As I pressed my ring finger into his gash I felt the ring of muscle give and let me in. He was taking something about a fifth the size of my cock but apparently even that was enough to have the poor boy gasping and tensing his face. His hole was wet now I dropped a mouthful of spit onto my own rearing hard-on. I was so turned on, it seemed wrong it didn't sizzle

I put my prick against that tiny hoop of muscle and rubbed it around Rob's cunt. With my hand forcing it hard against his hole I leaned on top of him harder until it was a simple battle between whether he let me enter him or my bone hard organ gave up and there was no fucking way it was giving up.

"Look at me you little fucker. Look me in the face while you take it. Open your hole pussy boy. Push down like you're taking a shit, come on you little faggot. Take my cock or I'll take your life and fuck you when you're dead. Come on, man. You fucking give it to me now."

He had such a pretty look of panic and appeal as he met my angry determination and I felt his orifice give. It was as if my knob was invading a tiny pocket much too small for it, like a condom that would be bound to split because it could never stretch to cover my erection. But I knew the constricted hoop I'd forced through was going to give and beyond it lay the full-length squeeze of Slater's shit chute, that never before invaded paradise that would prove I'd won the yearlong battle between us: victory was mine.

I kept my eyes on his as we both felt my dick advance another few millimetres into him. Realising just how good this was going to feel the tension and fury I'd experienced towards him began melting into limitless, overwhelming pleasure and gratitude. For a second or two I let both of us adjust to the reality I had my stick rammed halfway into Rob's rectum, then I nodded at his agonised face to warn him to prepare himself for worse, and I roughly bucked my hips to take me all the way home.

The connection was so strong, the sight of Rob's classic good looks transformed by the effort of taking a dick so horny that I have to admit my first stroke into him was almost my last, I nearly lost my load immediately. But I'd worked too hard on building up the reservoir of spunk I was carrying to waste it straight away. With my dick safely locked inside his cunt I released my hold on its root and leaned forward to take Rob's head in both hands, kissing his mouth wetly and for the first time feeling him begin to open his lips to me. Now he was more yielding I was gentler and I could feel his asshole respond to the change of mood, subtly adjusting its clamp to accept the reality of the monster that had forced itself inside. Rob was panting.

"That's it Slater. You fucking like that don't you?"

"Mmmmmm. Uhhhhhhhh. Urrrrrrrr..."

The mouthy prima donna had finally been silenced. My dick had done a job no amount of reasoning and patience with him had ever managed. So now it was time to finish the job: to fuck him so he stayed fucked for a long, long time.

I braced my legs and began to ease back out of his crack, feeling the walls of his ass muscles sucking along every vein and ridge of my tool. I pulled back all the way so only the tip of my helmet was left inside and Rob's look changed again to a kind of pleading expression of loss. Well, if he missed the feel of daddy's big weapon I wasn't going to leave him wanting long: slickly faster than before I plunged my organ back inside, ripping past the broken down defences that had held me off before. And once the pistoning had begun it became easier and easier with each new stroke.

Before long, I felt a burning, radiating heat from the centre of my chest as I knew a force bigger than either Rob or me was building, the force of our connection, the animal power of two people engaged in the rawest, roughest act of pure sex it's possible to perform. I was a man fucking another man up the ass, an older guy using a younger one, a soldier taking a student and there was no way after the morning I'd had that I could hold off my orgasm for another second.

Instinctively I pumped harder and faster to squeeze in every thrust I could before the final whistle blew but no effort of mine was going to hold the ocean of semen that had been damned up in my balls all day.

As I felt the irresistible wave of intensity building from the very centre of my body I fell forwards onto Rob burying my dick deeper and further into him than it had ever been before. With a crashing release of immense pressure my fluid spurted boiling from my balls, bolting through my aching member and bursting in long, heavy shots of awesome satisfaction far up inside Slater's guts. He was going to have a part of me so deep inside him he'd surely never get it out; as I panted close to tears on top of him I imagined a bond between us that would be unbreakable now.

I was dead wrong.

Sweat was dripping from me as I sank my head into Slater's bed, my cheek next to his. I felt his chocolate starfish still flexing wetly around my softening cock as if it was trying to coax it back to life. No matter what he said later, the fucker had enjoyed it. He was panting as hard as I was, his own cock still ramrod stiff between us.

I had no idea what normally happened next, if he'd been a woman I would have given him a kiss and fucked off, but whatever the protocol was with lads I had an urgent need for a smoke so I moved my hand to my crotch and began pulling my prick from inside him. Considering how much it had taken to get it in, it came out of him pretty easy, thickly coated in spit and spunk.

"Thanks mate. That do you?"

For reasons that became all too clear a few minutes later Rob seemed preoccupied with knowing what the time was. I stood and pulled my strides up then searched my bag for my tabs and lit one up. Rob seemed unsettled, jumpy.

"Can you finish me off Jamie? Or get with me while I do myself?"

"Uh.. sure mate. You want me to what? Cuddle you?"

He moved properly onto his bed leaving a space beside himself for me. Considering I'd just twatted the guy then ridden him it would have been rude to make a bolt for the door, although if I'd known what was on the way I wouldn't have hung about. I eased myself down next to Rob and put an arm around him, turning my head to blow my fag smoke away from him.

Was I suppose to lie there and let him grope me? Did he want me to talk dirty? Should I try kissing him again? He was half-heartedly rubbing his cock as we looked at each other.

"I thought I'd hate it."

"What? I thought that was your fantasy, Rob? You said you'd love it if I was rough, that you wanted to be my woman."

He looked even more panicked suddenly. "Well, yeah. I love you yes. Just stay and uh.. stay with me for a bit. It won't be long. Let's... um... make out."

I twisted round to ditch my cigarette in a coffee cup on his bedside table then turned back towards him. My furry chest was against his light dusting of pectoral hair and I felt my dick surge again as I thought of us as bad dad and sexy son. I moved my spare arm over and behind him so he was encircled, my weight half on top as I closed in on his mouth. I'm ashamed to say my thinking went like this: he wasn't my son, he was becoming a mate, he'd given me one of the best shags of my life, he was my oppo, I fucking owed him so, yes, I'd stay with the soft cunt while he knocked one out.

Even though he'd asked for it and had a fat length of erection in his fist, Slater still didn't seem madly enthusiastic about frenching me. In fact if I hadn't been able to see the arousal of his penis for myself I would have said that, post-coital as I was, I was more up for playing about that he was. Pretty strange, at least it was at the time.

I knocked his hand away from his cock so I could jerk him off myself and as I rubbed that marble-hard length and swabbed his lips I felt my own prick beginning to stir again. Soon I'd be ready for another fuck. But I'd already missed university business I was expected to attend so it was time to think about bringing Rob off and getting on my way.

"You anywhere close mate?"

Instead of looking at me he glanced over my shoulder towards his alarm clock.

"About ten minutes."

"Eh?"

"Uh, not quite close yet, no. But leave it, just hug me or something, don't rub."

I pulled him against me and moved my hands over the smooth warm skin of his back and onto the excellent curved chubbiness of his student boy backside. Half my mind was appreciating the fact I'd had my tadger deep inside that crack but half was putting together various things and starting to decide something wasn't right.

If I wanted to find out what was really up I needed Slater de-spunked so he no longer had the motive for lies that wanting to cum might provide. I eased myself out of our embrace and returned my hand to his aching young dick. I knew what I had to do and I didn't even mind. I slid back his foreskin to take another look at the wet, purple head of his unsheathed dick then I moved down his body so my face was just a few inches from his tool. I could smell the musk of his well worked organ, the aroma of his precum as it washed over that perfect slippy bellend. I closed my eyes and sunk my chops over his knob, pulling my lips over my teeth so his dick had to press through a soft but firm entrance to reach the wet lapping welcome of my sucking mouth.

Just because I'd never given oral to a man I wasn't going to cheat him; I knew what women liked from a tonguing out which was variety and depth in stimulation so I pushed my jaw down until my lips were in his pubes. I ignored the gagging reflex of my throat as it closed around Rob's helmet and I got my reward because I felt him lift his hands to run them through my hair. He began bucking his hips but I held him down, determined to bring him off in my own time rather than let him take control. I bobbed my head up and down at an escalating pace, following the natural rhythm of a wank. Just as I thought I could neither go faster nor even maintain my speed much longer I heard Rob starting to growl and I knew he was going to spurt.

I took my face from his crotch, grabbed his spit lubed dick and began rubbing like a bastard. Man, it was fun to watch his red face contort as his balls clicked into gear and his prick tense to jet long, long ropes of pure white student spunk arching out of his cock into the air and down heavily onto his chest. Jesus, it was a fertile looking load. His partner was a lucky girl if she was wanting a sprog off Slater because he had the kind of jizz trajectory that indicated he was ready to breed in droves.

As his shots diminished I released his juddering sausage and let him catch his breath. My arm still round him, I felt properly proud of the drenching the little fucker had given the washboard of his abs. He'd done well.

It wasn't just one thing that tipped me off to what was really going on, it was two things happening at once. If everything had been above board the fact I'd given Rob a fuck and a suck would surely have had him at peace and grateful, instead of that he was immediately dodging eye contact and when I followed where he looked I caught him back worrying at his clock. As I turned from him to take a moment of reflection my line of sight fell on Rob's computer. I'd noticed he had a webcam aimed over at the bed, what I hadn't taken in was the tiny green light that had been on when I entered and was still on now. He'd been broadcasting this shit.

Dark clouds formed in my mind. I faced him again and said in a low, friendly tone,

"You really love me then?"

His eyes darted away like they were searching for the emergency exit, his whole body went tense.

"Yeah, yeah. God, yes. Honestly, honestly."

I put a hand on his chest and pressed him back hard against his bed.

"You've fucked me over haven't you Rob?"

As I watched the naked student squirming - evading me in every way possible without actually pushing me aside and running off - I experienced the same deep calm as in combat. The strategy now was to understand the damage and get out from under it as fast as possible. Unfortunately that was going to mean using the threat of extreme force on Rob, this time for real.

I moved my hands to his throat and got on top of him, a knee at rib-cracking pressure against his chest.

"Who's on the other side of that webcam? Who put you up to it?"

I was forcing air out of his lungs with my weight and even if I hadn't been the grip on his throat would have stopped him talking. I didn't want him to talk. I wanted him to have a taste of the big black forever that would begin for him the second he decided he wasn't going to cooperate with me.

"Have you recorded us? Or is someone watching now? What time is it you're waiting for? What time do they arrive?" His eyes were wide with desperation as he fought to get oxygen into his blood. I waited until he began to look like passing out, his lips showing a tiny tinge of blue then I released him. I pulled a fist back ready to cannon straight into the delicate cartilage and dentistry of his lying little face and I gave him the only chance he'd get to tell the full and total truth.

"It's a policeman. Richard Walker. I didn't want to do it. Please, Jamie. I begged them to leave me out of it. His brother's after you.

"You let yourself get fucked just to please them? Who's coming?"

"The Registrar. Walker was supposed to phone him at 11.30. But I can say I wanted it Jamie. Please don't hit me."

It fitted. I could imagine Rob and PC Walker solving both their grievances by catching me like this. Rob's campaign of complaints would be proved justified and Walker was easily queer enough to get a hard-on over the idea of using him like a honey pot.

Walker had always been fully aware the photos he'd taken of me with my pants down earlier weren't going to be enough to put me away. Maybe he'd done that just for a distraction or because he wanted the photos for himself. Whatever the explanations, I needed to be far, far away as fast as possible.

I leapt off the bed and retrieved my shirt. There was nothing I could do about the physical evidence I'd left on Rob, his asshole full of my spunk and slap marks glowing on his cheek. There was nothing I could do about the webcam, wherever its recording of Rob's rape was stored I couldn't get at it. My only chance of avoiding the net pulling round me was to slip out of it before it closed. Just as I picked up my bag there were rushed footsteps outside and hammering at the door began.

"STACKS! OPEN THE DOOR STACKS!"

There was only one way out now. I stepped up onto Rob's desk and put my foot to his window frame. A couple of hard kicks and the whole jerry-built fixture fell away. It was a drop of about fifteen feet but onto grass. No problem. I took one glance back at Rob reaching for his clothes, getting ready to let whoever was out there so he could tell them his trauma and I bounded through the new hole in his room into the cold outside.

No escape was possible from the absurdly obvious trap they'd sprung. I'd fucked a student so I'd be sacked and I'd done it with violence so unless I could prove Rob had literally asked for it -- which I in no way could -- I was going to prison for a long, long time. No, there was no escape from this. I sprinted to the nearest cover, turned a few corners and went into the next building I came to. University security was pitiful, on a huge campus there were two retired plods to enforce lockdown so I knew I could get away, but away to where?

I'd been undercover in Northern Ireland where death was a real and constant possibility so I wasn't fazed by passing unnoticed through the university back to my office. Some lads might have been kicking themselves for letting the power and freedom I'd felt earlier in the morning crash into the reality of being on the run from a rape charge, but not me.

During every duck and dodge on my way to collect my gear, I was thinking like a solider: considering things neutrally, identifying the factors that had contributed to this situation, assessing the exact damage, planning a range of exit strategies. It's fair to say once I'd gathered my kit and left my lecturer's cell I was back in my usual mood of optimistic acceptance.

Yes, hunger for Slater's snatch had blinded me to the risk involved in spearing the tosser but that was the mission - personal cost was part of the price of taking it on. And what a fucking adventure! I was on the run now, no more tedium, no more diplomacy, no more restraint. All bets were off, all rules abandoned, it was just me and my determination not to be defeated. Even if they caught me, being imprisoned couldn't beat me so long as I had the will to stay loyal to myself. So, there was nothing to fear and nothing to lose, whatever I'd had was already gone.

I wound my way around the back of the Social Sciences block back to the Sports Centre to empty my locker there.

It was almost noon, within 30 minutes the place would be swarming with students on their lunch break but right now it was as quiet as it had been when I'd fucked Judd and made Troy do sex forfeits for his buddies. Man, I'd had a great time; the discoveries I'd made weren't going to go away, I had the confidence now to approach anyone I fancied in whatever way I chose. Being busted for forcing Rob hadn't sunk my spirits, it had only urged me on. Hell, yeah I wasn't going to stop. Not yet anyway.

I'd cleared both my office and gym locker of anything that might prove useful. My plan was to hoof it overland to Hereford, keep watch on my house until I knew the routine of the coppers who'd be surveilling it and then slip past them to get my passport. After that...

But in the way of adventures, something unexpected changed my plans. I was just taking a recce from a safe distance of the area around my bike, wondering if I dared snatch it when I heard a squelch of tyres coming round the corner and found myself hidden but only a few metres away from a squad car. And who should be driving it but the supposed mastermind of this whole shitstorm, the ginger puppet-master himself, PC Richard Walker.

Perhaps applauding himself on his policing genius he'd chosen to park up and sit watch over my bicycle, maybe planning to pinch a few Z's while his radio kept him updated on the hunt for me. Was he really dense enough to imagine I'd unshackle my bike with a marked police car inches away? Jesus, he was a dick. I watched him take his hat off, yawn, ease back his driving seat, really beginning to earn his wages as he flipped down his visor to begin tending to the appearance he apparently took pride in.

You could see why his looks mattered to him, I could just imagine the effect of a fit young copper in uniform on the women he dealt with. He must have been brushing of pussy all shift. Watching him I thought about how his gloved hand on my cock had felt earlier on, I remembered the expensive smell of his eau de cologne, the brutal determination of his dominance and the lean, powerful build his uniform had only emphasised. I was forced to face up to it: I kind of fancied the cunt. He turned me on, I wanted him. Besides which he'd put me in the shit, I fucking owed him. And that could only mean one thing. Mr Walker was going to pay dearly for the damage he'd done. He didn't know it yet but he was about to feel the full contempt soldiers have always had for the corruption and incompetence of Her Majesty's constabulary.

I secured my kit and crept closer to his car. I was going to teach him a lesson he'd feel for the rest of his life.