[ the thing is, in the order, he'd rarely done anything to merit discipline of any kind; on paper, he'd been the model trooper with an impeccable service record. fn-2187 had, by all accounts, been the last soldier anyone would have expected to desert. and so his thoughts don't necessarily turn to his past when the tone of their conversation shifts, when she talks about punishing him by making him watch her touch herself if he doesn't do what she asks.
he's hard in the sweats he wears to bed and he slides the heel of his hand against his cock through the cotton, sighing at the momentary relief that comes with that pressure. ]
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he's hard in the sweats he wears to bed and he slides the heel of his hand against his cock through the cotton, sighing at the momentary relief that comes with that pressure. ]
If it was what I deserved.
What would you do with me after that?