...OK, me not having pics of Goodman I can understand, but no Patrick either?
Whatever. Just...just quit bugging me for this thing. I need a drink or eight.
Patrick Colasour let out a sigh as he took the top of his A-Laws uniform off. He had built a pretty good sweat this time around, but he was still the undefeated king of simulation battles, even within this elite force.
“Ready to hit the showers, uh, Colasour?” Patrick was surprised to discover he was not alone in the A-Laws locker room. His mind wandered off for a moment looking at the curly golden mane and glistening wet burly figure, stopping at the towel wrapped around the ample belly before he could recognize General Goodman to return the greeting.
“Good evening, General Goodman, sir!” His own towel fell off from his waist as he raised his hand to perform the appropriate salute. The blond haired officer let out a heartily laugh as he eyed Patrick up and down, who was keeping his posture the whole time, seemingly unconcerned about his nakedness. Goodman finally patted him on the shoulder and continued on his way, still laughing.
“What a nice guy,” Patrick said to no one in particular, as he stopped at the shower he always used.
Patrick was almost done, happily enjoying the feeling of hot water against his body, still tired from his previous workout. Suddenly, he felt a strong grip on his sore arms. “What’s up, Colasour?” He recognized Arthur Goodman’s voice from behind him.
“General? What-“ he tried to turn around, but his grip was just too strong. “Cut it out, dickwad!” Goodman’s strong commanding silenced him. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what’s happening!”
“Umm...no, General...listen, maybe you got the wrong idea, but-”
“THE WRONG IDEA!?” His superior officer leaned in to roar in his ear, and Patrick felt a big, hard shape against his ass. Was that Goodman’s dick? It was like a baseball!
“You prance around showing off that hot ass of yours, and when one tries to give you exactly what you’re asking for, you act all prudish!” Patrick had already given up on trying to break free from the general’s firm grip.
“I just really like prancing!” he explained desperately.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t there was a camera in here!” Goodman’s powerful arms turned patrick around, making him look up at a corner. For the first time, Patrick noticed a hidden camera lens on the ceiling, pointing directly at his shower of choice.
“Don’t try to deny it, you just love showing off your stuff! Tell me you weren’t begging for prick when you flashed me just minutes ago, you cocksucker! Yeah, Colonel Mannequin my balls! Since you entered A-Laws your ass has been hungry for a Goodman dicking, and that’s just what I’m gonna give to it!”
His grip on him suddenly changed from Patrick’s arms to his hips, lifting him off the ground. Patrick flailed his arms around desperately, trying to break free to no avail. How did Goodman ever get so strong? He felt the thick cock against his lower back, and with a sudden motion the general jammed the head up his ass, slamming Patrick’s face against the wall and muffling his shriek of pain.
For what seemed like hours, Patrick was ridden by General Goodman, crying out for help to no avail. He finally gave up, and the only sound that could be heard was the superior officer’s pounding motion and his demeaning insults. Finally, he felt Goodman’s tool in his rectum swell up and explode. He heard him grunt with pleasure. “You know why they call you ‘Immortal’? Immortal ass, that’s why.”
The general let his man cream come out on Patrick’s ass for a while, before pulling out and turning him over, finally allowing him to see his face. He was red from the effort and lust. “Swallow, bitch,” he ordered simply as he directed his white gob shooter at his face. Patrick was too tired and humiliated to fight back, so he just complied.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, cunt” Goodman said, finally done emptying his release. “See that camera over there?” Patrick noticed a remote control on Goodman’s hand as he pointed up. “It’s been broadcasting to all A-Laws monitors since the start of our little ordeal.” A look of terror appeared on Patrick’s face. “I’d love to see what your beloved Colonel thinks of your performance.” The general smiled in a wide grin.
“Open up,” he ordered, as his strong arms lifted Patrick by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Leaning his hips upwards, he started to pee, his still semi-erect dick delivering a glorious golden shower on the AEU’s ace’s body. He let go of one shoulder and used his free hand to direct his yellow stream against the young soldier’s face.
With his tool finally empty, General Goodman unceremoniously dropped Patrick on the floor and left. Lying face down, water falling down on his ravished ass, still hearing the curly blonde’s jovial laugh, Patrick turned his face up towards the camera. “Colonel...” he cried out, as a single tear streamed down his face.