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Agreeing to go into service is easy. No harder than signing up for the Marines. He's spent so long serving his country, it's a comfort to know he'll be acting in service again.
ex-marine finds renewed purpose in life in this heartwarming story of devotion
hear-and-obey
Having his hair pulled is so good, it hurts, it's the way things are supposed to be. To be carelessly hurt because of how well he's doing.
He is good and trusted and flawless--
The words slip out of his lips before he notices them. "Thank you, sir."
imitate-the-sun
He barely registers the words, just the tone — he wants to make Chris use that voice again — he pulls again, on purpose this time.
hear-and-obey
Chris is vaguely aware that there is something wrong with the thought process "I made my master happy and now my hair is being pulled again because I was good" but he is far too deep into subspace to work out what it is.
"Thank you, sir," he says again, "thank you--"
imitate-the-sun
He has no idea what to say so he just kisses Chris and keeps pulling his hair and rocking his hips into Chris's touch — he's so so full —
hear-and-obey
He is good, he is good, he is good, he is good--
The pleasant pressure around his pelvis builds. He bites his lip and reaches to touch Marlo's dick.
(If he's going to be good he can't get off before Marlo does. No one says he can't make Marlo get off faster though.)
imitate-the-sun
He makes a loud ragged sound and clings to Chris and rocks forward and pulls his hair harder.
hear-and-obey
That is going to make not getting off before Marlo slightly more challenging.
"Thank you, sir," he says, his voice breaking. "Thank you, sir."
His hand is going hard and fast and his wrist is sort of cramping and it's so good, he is Marlo's--
imitate-the-sun
"I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours — Chris —" and his voice cracks and his hips stutter and he comes, clinging tight to Chris and pulling hard on his hair.
hear-and-obey
A moment later Chris shudders through his whole body and throws his head back and moans for the first time, deep and low.
imitate-the-sun
Marlo untangles his fingers from Chris's hair and holds him — he's so relaxed, it feels so good, he loves Chris so much — he kisses Chris again, soft and sweet and shallow.
hear-and-obey
Chris is still too subspacey to really think.
He curls up and rests his head on Marlo's shoulder.
He wants to know if he did good but he's not supposed to ask.
imitate-the-sun
"I love you," and he rubs circles into Chris's back with his palm, "I love you, I love you so much, Chris, I love you."
imitate-the-sun
"…are you okay?"
His hand doesn't stop moving on Chris's back. He adds more pressure, the way Chris likes; he cards his other hand through Chris's hair.
hear-and-obey
The tension drops back onto Chris's face.
"I'm afraid I may have to apologize, Marlo. I behaved inappropriately for your trainer."
imitate-the-sun
He isn't sure how to answer, so he just makes a soft confused sound and keeps holding Chris.
imitate-the-sun
Oh. Kissing. He kisses Chris back, and every line of his body language says happy, glowing, in love.
"Thank you, Chris."
hear-and-obey
"I think with a bit of training you will do quite well in sexual service to whomever you are sold to, assuming it is a man, or a woman with a very particular fetish."
hear-and-obey
"I believe Rachel's review was 'he was perfect, utterly obedient, a quick learner, and smiling all the time, except he had a continual air of wanting it to be over so he can shower.'"
hear-and-obey
"You can put 'no sex with women' in your contract, but I don't generally recommend it. You can function sexually with women, and the more limitations you place on your owners the lower your eventual price will be."
