Kinktober Day Eleven: Orgasm Denial (Patreon)

 :Denial of the self.:

It was meant to be in relation to self control. A point of view which was highly prized in soldiers as they were meant to be sacrificed for a greater (usually more political) good. Denial of the self in pursuit of a higher achievement. Service towards others. Selflessness. Sacrifice Ideals he had striven to maintain his entire career. All applied to his service record.

Gabriel, at the moment, was teaching him a new application of these concept.   
 
He had never felt anything quite so insanity inducing as a blow job from his fellow man in command. Jack was used to being the one in control, or at the very least feeling like he had some control over the situation. Right now, he might be sitting up, but it was Gabriel who held all the cards...and his balls. A long, tugging slurp echoed in his ears and the man went sloppy with it, no humility at all. It made Jack's office feel too small and much too loud. “S-sh-huuush!” he gulped, positive he'd heard something outside. “Somebody is gonna hear us!”   
 
Gabriel's serious brown eyes gazed up full of incredulous irritation. “You embarrassed ta get seen with me?” 

“What?” Jack blinked and shook his head, a fine red blush over his cheeks. “N-no! No never! It's just...office. Middle of the day.” He looked away. “We might get into trouble.”

“Heh. Golden soldier afraid of getting caught with his pants down?” Gabriel snickered in his husky tone. He swiped the precum off the tip of the cock before sighing and standing up. “Alright. If you're that worried...”

“Huh? What?” Jack couldn't believe this! Had he upset the man that bad? “Gabe...Gabe come on d-don't leave me like this!”

“Hey, you're right. We wouldn't want to get caught or anything. Against regulations and all that.” He started to straighten himself up, adjusting his shirt and rebuttoning his trousers as he prepared to leave.

The poor blond inhaled and his hips rolled as he tried to make himself at least pretend to have some self control. “Gabe...Gabby. Please?”

Gabriel didn't answer. He picked up the file folder he'd had when this urge came on him and headed for the door.

“Gabriel!” Jack whined as the door slid open. “C-come on! I...I'll do anything.”

His finger stopped before pressing the button. “When you say anything...”

Jack knew he was walking into a trap. He fucking KNEW it from that conniving tone of voice. But he either didn't care of he was too horny to care. “I mean I'll do anything.” He sighed grumpily. “I know you like to play games. Everyone knows.” He brushed his hair back and chewed his lower lip, trying to stave off this intense feeling. “I'll play one game. JUST one game with you.” 

Gabe looked over his shoulder and shrugged. “Okay. One game.” He clicked the button above instead, locking the door. “Get undressed.”

Jack hesitated just a moment before standing up to undo his shirt and trousers. He folded them neatly, leaving them on his desk before coming out to stand in front of Gabe in all his naked, sublime glory. 

“Very nice.” The taller man groaned. “Very very nice, jack.” He tilted the man's chin up. “You want to play,s here it is. You just forfeited the right to cum.” He watched as the reality of what he'd just said dawned on his friend and thoroughly enjoyed that confused expression. 

“I...wait...I don't...” Jack shook his head, laughing to himself. “You can't enforce that!”

“No, I can't. We're both busy men after all. I can't be on your ass 24/7, much as I'd like to be.” He reached around and slapped the left cheek. “So, I'm just going to have to trust that you'll behave. Which I don't think will be a problem.” Gabriel's look was positively smug. “You're a man who keeps his word, Jack.”

The soldier grimaced, but tried to hold onto his pride. “So what do I get out of this? Huh?” 

“The right to cum.”

“...you're confusing the shit out of me.”

Gabe laughed. “not the first time I'm sure. Okay. The way it works is this. I get to edge you whenever I want. I get to ring you up and tell you to jerk off but not to cum. I get to stop by and blow you dick, stop whenever I feel like, and you're gonna sit there and thank me for the privilege like a good boy. And then, IF you do it well enough, eventually, I'll let you cum.”

Jack growled. “So what? I give up a dozen orgasms for one measly...”

He got close, somehow endearing and threatening at the exact same moment. “You get to cum up my ass after you've fucked me quiet.”

Jack's eyes got wide and he swallowed, trying so very hard to play it cool and collected. “So...how many...?”

“I get to pick. But really, it's about how well you behave and how good you are at accepting the game. Ask Jesse how long it took him to earn it. That oughta give you some idea.” Gabriel touched his chin against, pressing a tender, nuzzling kiss to him. “It's a game, jack, If you don't wanna play, you don't gotta play. You can jerk off right here right now and not get worked up over it. Or...” 

Jack let the kiss come and his insides turned to warm pudding. The man's whole being radiated warmth and sincerity, his beard soft against Jack's cheek, his tongue sweet and caressing. Jack moaned out a soft longing note, looking up at his friend with clear need. Gabriel's broad, tender fingers caressed his shoulders, rubbing down his back and hugging him tightly. 

“So...you in?”

“In?” Jack leaned into the hug, his prick bobbing up and down haughtily, as if letting everyone know how annoyed it was with this entire display “Y-yeah. Yeah I'm in.”

“Glad to hear it. Now...” he pointed to the desk. “You're going to bend over your desk and stick your ass up in the air.” he smacked the commanders rump with a satisfied grin. “My privileges include rim-jobs.”