The Marshal – His Final Breeding

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The Marshal – His Final Breeding: Even as the alarms continued to sound throughout the base, a constant and urgent reminder that the world was likely to end soon, the Marshal held me tight as he drove his long, thick dick up my ass. Every time he fucked and bred me I was amazed at how wonderful he felt, how complete I was with him inside me, and how lucky I was to serve a man like him. He had saved me like he had saved others, but I was the only one who served the Marshal in this way, who took his raw dick every day, who savored the taste of his cum, and who he held close at night. I was really still a boy and barely a man the first time I saw the Marshal and like every other new recruit he inspected that day I was in awe. The five stars on his shoulder, his blue uniform, the way he carried himself, his authoritative voice all demanded respect and our loyalty for the warrior of legend that he was. Yet, there was something in his eyes when he stood in front of me that I recognized – a hint of want and desire – so I smiled, dipped my head in submission, and let him know I was his in any way he wanted. His eyes did not waver from mine when I looked back up and I knew, knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. In addition to his eyes, the thing I remembered most and savored from that moment was his smell. No cologne, no powder, just musk, real man musk, a smell I found compelling, intoxicating, and one that made every cell in my body shudder. However, over the next two months I only saw the Marshal from a distance and every time I did the ache in my soul to be with him ate at me like the monsters we were fighting. There were nights I thought maybe I had imagined that first moment, that it was all just a dream. Even as some of the Captains who trained us and my fellow recruits used my willing ass as a willing receptacle for their cum, I would imagine that it was the Marshal on top of me, it was his body pressed against mine, and his dick that I was milking. I began to lose all of hope of that being anything more than a fantasy, that is until the evening of our graduation and I was officially a member of the Corps.

The Marshal was there, as were other officers who trained us including several who bred me on a regular basis. Once the ceremony ended everyone was in a boystrous mood as they opened and read their orders and made plans to go into town to celebrate. Two of the Captains wanted to gang fuck and repeatedly tried to entice me back to their quarters, but I was in no mood to celebrate as I knew that any assignment would likely take me away from the Marshal. I was in no rush to get my orders from the General and was standing off to the side, lost in my thoughts when I realized HE was standing in front of me as that musk – his smell – sent all of my senses into overload. It was the first time I had been so close to the Marshal since that first day and my heart beat wildly, my body felt like it was on fire. He looked at without even the hint of a smile, then handed me an envelope with my orders. In my fear and anxiety my fingers balled into a fist and crumpled the envelope, so the Marshal placed his left hand on my right shoulder and said, “I will see you at 22:00.” I almost dropped my drink as I watched the Marshal walk away and with shaking hands managed to rip the envelope open to see what my orders were. I was to be his Flag Aide! My assignment was to be with the Marshal 24/7! With a smile on my face I pushed through my comrades to get back to my quarters as I had to get ready. My mind was racing, I could not think straight. I could barely stand up as I was so shaken and excited. I was frankly in a state of shock and still my ass twitched and dick got hard thinking of what may come. According to everyone on base the Marshal never got close with anyone in any way, physically or otherwise, except maybe his ‘adopted daughter’, but even that relationship seemed strained. No matter what happened, even if he never touched me, he was our leader, he ensured our safety, and this was a tremendous honor.

I was outside the large set of metal doors to the Marshal’s quarters at 21:30. The freshly pressed shirt of my uniform felt like it was choking me, I could not stop sweating, and I was pacing back and forth like a caged animal debating whether I should knock now or wait. At 21:58 the Marshal opened the door without a word, I entered, and as I passed him his musk washed over me and I felt week and my mind swam. The Marshal picked up a glass of Scotch off the table and began to explain my duties to me as he paced back and forth in front of me. I was like a caveman watching fire for the first time. I was entranced by every step, every move he made, every flick of a finger, wave of the hand, pause in his breath. No matter how hard I tried to focus on his words it was his body and his musk that flooded my vision and senses. Occasionally he would pause in front of me and ask if I understood and I would bark, “YES SIR!” a little too loud and way to eagerly, which would make him smile before he continued on. The Marshal set his empty glass down, motioned for me to follow, and walked into his bedroom. I sat in a metal chair in the corner that cut into my thighs as he stepped into his dressing area all the while continuing to tell me what was expected of me as his Aide. My mind continued to whirl and the next thing I realized the Marshal was standing right in front of me, his bare chest glistening with a sheen of sweat as he asked, “You understand?’ I had no idea what he had been talking about and just nodded as he stepped back into his dressing area and continued. With the Marshal’s voice in the background I started to feel dizzy and so overcome and looked down at my shaky hands. The next moment I looked back up and he was there in front of me again but this time he was naked, his dick was half-erect, with long, dark foreskin, and a delectable reddish head peaking through.

“Open your mouth,” the Marshal ordered in the same voice and tone he used to send our forces against the enemy, so I did. The Marshal clamped my head hard between his hands and held it tight as he worked his dick around my mouth, exploring cheek to cheek before pressing the back of my throat and making me gag and spit as he forced his dick in. None of the Captains or my fellow recruits were as long and thick as the Marshal and I had not even seen a dick as big as his, so I could not imagine ever being able swallow him, and he did not force me to that night, that came later. “Open your mouth,” were the only words he said that first time and he did not have to say another word as I willingly gave myself body and soul to him. When the Marshal was finished exploring my mouth he pulled me up from the chair, tenderly undressed me, and as I stood in front of him shivering with excitement and anticipation, he took his time running his tongue along the trail of goosebumps on my arms, my legs, my back, and worked his way around to my ass. I could not help moaning and squirming as his tongue delved deep up my chute and slicked me up. I quickly learned that was the only lube I would ever get with the Marshal, if anything at all as he barebacked me. When my asshole was sufficiently wet the Marshal guided me to the bed, turned me around, laid me on my back, lifted my ankles, and without ever shifting his gaze away from me, impaled me on his massive black dick.

The Marshal not only had a bigger dick but more stamina than anyone I had ever been with and several times that first night I begged and pleaded for him to stop as I could not take it anymore. He didn’t listen to a word I said and stroke after stroke he continued to pummel my ass raw and deep until he was finally satisfied and collapsed on me. At the end, his mouth found mine, we kissed for a very long time until his monster dick finally softened and slipped out of my ass followed by a couple loads of the Marshal’s cum mixed with my ass juice. The next morning I awoke in the Marhal’s arms with his dick nudging my aching hole. As he whispered, “You have begun your real training and no one will ever have you again but me,” before he pushed his dry dick back up my ass, tearing me open anew as he mingled a fresh load with the old that that was still up there. Once he finished and we were up, the Marshal had to repeat everything he had said to me that first night about my job as his Flag Aide and he laughed deep and hearty when I had told him I had not heard a thing and why. Every day after that became the same no matter where we were. The first thing the Marshal did every day was to dig his raw dick deep in my ass and coat my insides with his cum, and that was the last thing he did every night. I was surprised at how often he wanted to fuck, and found myself pleasing him sometimes during the day too in between meetings and the war on the invaders.

The trampling of soldier’s boots in the corridor and the alarms were growing more intense and shocked me back to the present. My arms were wrapped tight around the Marshal, not wanting to let go, and I knew that this would be our last time, even as I hoped against hope. The Marshal continued making love to me, taking his time sliding in and out as he stared into my eyes. He never looked away, ever, and had always fucked me face to face, with our eyes constantly locked in embrace. Body and soul that was how he fucked. The Marshal’s hands gripped my shoulders tight as his body tensed and his dick spasmed wad after wad of cum in my ass. My ass walls flexed and gripped his still hard dick to milk every drop and try as I could, I was not able to prevent the tears that started to run down my cheeks. The Marshal smiled, wiped each cheek with his right thumb before kissing it to taste my salty honor, and then slowly untangled our bodies for the last time. I did not agree with the decision he had made, but knew he felt it must be done, so I rolled off the bed, got dressed and began to help him into his armor. It was a death sentence no matter how you looked at it, win or lose, the Marshal was not coming back.

With his black armor on, the Marshal stepped towards the door to his quarters, he turned, looked at me one last time with that serious look of his, and then without a word left me forever. His musk still lingered on my body as I ran to grab a glass, my body beginning to shake with the sobs that soon would rack me. While I could still picture him clearly in my mind, taste him in my mouth, and smell him as if he were lying next to me, I squatted over the glass and let loose every drop of cum he had bred me with that I could. Our scientists were saying our enemies had cloned the beasts that had ravaged our world, if they knew that, maybe they also knew a way the Marshal could return. Could they clone the Marshal? Could they use his cum, his gift to me, to create his life anew? I could only hope and pray and time would tell as I would find a way to bring him back to me.