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The barracks were a pressure cooker, and Simon "Ghost" Riley and König were the two unlucky bastards forced to share a cramped room. At 34, Ghost was a grizzled SAS veteran, his body a map of scars beneath his black balaclava, his eyes cold and unyielding. König, 36, was an Austrian giant, a mountain of muscle under his sniper hood, his piercing blue eyes always glinting with something unreadable. They hated each other’s guts. Ghost thought König was an arrogant prick who took up too much space—physically and otherwise. König saw Ghost as a stuck-up Brit with a stick so far up his ass it might as well be a flagpole. The tension had been simmering for weeks, and both men were pent-up, frustrated, and itching for release.
Ghost sat at the small table in their shared room, sharpening his combat knife with slow, deliberate strokes. The rhythmic scrape of the whetstone was the only sound breaking the silence, and it was driving König up the wall. Sprawled on his bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, König let out a loud groan, his Austrian accent thick with irritation.
“Fucking hell, Brit. Can’t you do something useful for once instead of playing with your little knife?” König snapped, tossing his phone onto the mattress.
Ghost didn’t even look up, his gloved hand steady as he dragged the blade across the stone. “Fuck off, König. I’m busy.”
König sat up, his massive frame making the bed creak. His hood shifted slightly, revealing the hard line of his jaw as he sneered. “Busy? You’re fucking useless, sitting there jerking off to your own blade. Bet it’s the only thing you’ve touched in months.”
Ghost’s eyes flicked up, narrowing behind his skull mask. “Keep talking, mate. I’ll shove this knife somewhere you won’t like.”
The air crackled with hostility, but there was something else beneath it—something raw and unspoken. Both men were wound tight, their bodies humming with unspent energy. Ghost’s cock twitched in his fatigues, a fact he was painfully aware of and hoped König hadn’t noticed. But König’s sharp eyes missed nothing. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a smirk playing under his hood.
“You’re hard, aren’t you, schlampe?” König’s voice was low, taunting. “Pent-up little Brit, sitting there with a stiff cock and no one to help you out.”
Ghost’s grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles whitening. “You’re fucking crazy, König. Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”
König laughed, a dark, guttural sound. “Crazy? No, Ghost. I’m just honest. We’re both fucking dying here, stuck in this shithole room. No women, no fights, just you and me and all this… tension.” He stood, towering over Ghost, his shadow swallowing the smaller man. “How about we fix that? No feelings, no bullshit. Just fuck. You and me. Right now.”
Ghost’s head snapped up, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “You’re out of your fucking mind. Two blokes? You think I’m some kind of poof?”
König crossed his arms, his biceps bulging under his tight shirt. “Don’t play coy, Ghost. I see that bulge in your pants. You want it. You’re just too much of a pussy to admit it.”
“Fuck you,” Ghost spat, standing so fast the chair scraped back. “I ain’t touching you, you Austrian freak.”
They argued back and forth, voices rising, insults flying like bullets. König called Ghost a “spineless little bitch” and a “repressed English cunt.” Ghost fired back, telling König he was a “delusional wanker” who’d probably “cum in his pants before he even got started.” But the more they fought, the more the air thickened with something primal. Ghost’s cock was painfully hard now, straining against his fatigues, and König’s eyes kept flicking to it, his own erection obvious through his cargo pants.
Finally, Ghost threw his hands up, his voice a low growl. “Fine, you fucking lunatic. One time. No feelings. Just get it over with.”
König’s grin was predatory. “That’s it, schatzi. Knew you’d come around.”
Before Ghost could second-guess himself, König moved with surprising speed for a man his size. He grabbed Ghost by the shoulders, spun him around, and bent him roughly over the table. The knife clattered to the floor as Ghost’s chest hit the wood, his palms slapping against the surface to brace himself.
“What the fuck—” Ghost started, but König was already yanking Ghost’s fatigues and boxers down in one swift motion, exposing his pale, muscled ass. König’s own pants hit the floor, his massive cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking precum.
“Shut up, you little whore,” König growled, spitting into his hand and slicking his cock. Without warning, he lined himself up and pushed into Ghost’s tight hole, no prep, no mercy. The stretch was brutal, and Ghost let out a guttural grunt, his body tensing as pain and pressure overwhelmed him.
“Fuck, you’re huge, you bastard,” Ghost hissed, his voice tight with discomfort. “Slow the fuck down!”
König’s hand flew to Ghost’s mouth, clamping over the balaclava to muffle his curses. “Quiet, schlampe. You’ll take it like the slut you are.” He thrust deeper, his hips slamming against Ghost’s ass, the table creaking under their weight. Ghost’s grunts turned to low, pained groans as König set a punishing pace, his cock stretching Ghost to his limits.
“Fucking tight,” König muttered, his voice thick with lust. “Bet no one’s ever fucked this pretty little ass before, have they? You’re mine now, Ghost.”
Ghost’s hands gripped the table edges, his body rocking with each brutal thrust. The pain was starting to blur into something else, something hot and electric, but he wasn’t ready to admit it. “Fuck you, König,” he growled, his voice muffled against König’s hand. “You’re gonna regret this.”
König laughed, pulling out with a wet plop that made Ghost flinch. Before Ghost could catch his breath, König grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward the bed—König’s bed. The sheets smelled like him, musky and masculine, and Ghost’s stomach twisted with a mix of disgust and arousal as he landed face-down on the mattress.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” Ghost snapped, but König was already on him, flipping him onto his back and slapping his ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. Ghost yelped, the sting sharp and humiliating.
“Spread your cheeks, you little bitch,” König ordered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Show me that hole.”
Ghost glared through his mask, but his cock was throbbing, betraying him. He reached back, hesitating, then spread his cheeks, exposing himself to König’s hungry gaze. König groaned, his cock twitching at the sight. “Good boy,” he purred, lining himself up and thrusting back in, deeper this time, his hips snapping with ruthless precision.
“Ah, fuck!” Ghost moaned, his voice breaking as König’s cock hit something deep inside him. The pain was gone now, replaced by a searing pleasure. “Ngh, you bastard, slow down!”
König chuckled darkly, his hands gripping Ghost’s hips hard enough to bruise. “Slow down? You’re moaning like a cheap whore, Ghost. You love this, don’t you? My big cock splitting you open.”
“Ungh, shut the fuck up,” Ghost gasped, his head thrashing against the pillow. “Ah, you’re gonna fucking kill me, you prick.”
König leaned down, his breath hot against Ghost’s ear through their masks. “Oh, schatzi, I haven’t even started. You know what would be funner?” He didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing a nearby belt and looping it around Ghost’s wrists, tying them tightly to the headboard.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ghost snarled, tugging at the restraints. “Ngh, untie me, you fucking psycho!”
König’s laugh was low and menacing. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, Ghost. You’ll be screaming my name by the time I’m done.” He thrust harder, his cock slamming into Ghost’s prostate, making him cry out.
“No, fuck, König!” Ghost moaned, his body arching off the bed. “Ngh, you’re taking it too far, you wanker. I’ve got a fucking mission tomorrow, I need to walk!”
König growled, his thrusts growing even more brutal. “You’ll walk when I say you can, you little slut. Now shut up and take my cock like the bitch you are.”
“Ungh, fuck you,” Ghost gasped, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach. “Ah, I’ll fucking gut you for this, you hear me?”
König’s hand wrapped around Ghost’s throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. “Keep talking, schlampe. It just makes me harder.” He pounded into Ghost relentlessly, his balls slapping against Ghost’s ass with every thrust. Ghost’s moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge of release.
“Ngh, you’re a fucking animal,” Ghost panted, his voice hoarse. “Agh, don’t you dare cum inside me, you bastard.”
But König was too far gone. With a guttural groan, he slammed into Ghost one last time, his cock pulsing as he came deep inside, filling Ghost with hot, thick cum. He pulled out slowly, a few spurts landing on Ghost’s balaclava, staining the black fabric with white.
“Fuck, you disgusting prick,” Ghost moaned, his body shuddering as the sensation overwhelmed him. His own cock was still hard, aching for release, but König hadn’t touched him.
König panted, his chest heaving as he looked down at Ghost, tied up and covered in his cum. “You didn’t cum, did you, schatzi?” he said, his voice mocking. “Poor little Ghost, all needy and desperate.”
“Fuck off,” Ghost growled, his voice free of moans now that König wasn’t inside him. “Untie me, you wanker.”
König ignored him, wrapping a massive hand around Ghost’s cock and stroking him roughly. Ghost hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You want to cum, don’t you?” König taunted. “Beg for it, you pathetic little slut.”
“Fuck you, I’m not begging,” Ghost spat, but his body was betraying him, his cock throbbing in König’s grip.
König slowed his strokes, teasing the head with his thumb. “Beg, or I’ll leave you like this, all hard and desperate.”
Ghost’s jaw clenched, his pride warring with his need. Finally, he broke. “Fine, you fucking bastard. Please, let me cum, please—König.”
König grinned, picking up the pace. “That’s it, you filthy little whore. Cum for me.” Ghost’s body tensed, and with a choked curse, he came hard, his cum splattering across his stomach and König’s hand.
“Fuck you, König,” Ghost panted, his chest heaving. “You’re a fucking monster.”
König’s eyes darkened, his cock already hardening again at the sight of Ghost, tied up and covered in cum. “One more round, schatzi,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “I’m not done with you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ghost snapped, tugging at the restraints. “No way, you lunatic. My ass is fucking wrecked.”
König was already positioning himself at Ghost’s entrance, his cock nudging against the abused hole. “You can handle it, you tough little Brit.”
Ghost groaned, his body too sore to take another pounding. “Fuck that. I’ll suck you off instead. That’s it.”
König paused, his head tilting as he considered the offer. “Oh? You want my cock in your mouth, schlampe?”
“Lift it just enough,” Ghost said, his voice firm. “Over the nose, no further.”
König nodded, untying Ghost’s wrists just enough to let him sit up. Ghost knelt on the bed, his hands still loosely bound, and König lifted his balaclava just enough to expose his mouth. Ghost’s lips were thin and scarred, but König didn’t care. He grabbed Ghost’s head and thrust his cock into his mouth, groaning at the wet heat.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” König growled, his hips snapping as he fucked Ghost’s face. “Take it all, you dirty little slut.”
Ghost gagged, his throat constricting around König’s massive cock, but he didn’t pull away. König’s thrusts were relentless, his hands gripping Ghost’s head like a vice. “That’s it, choke on my cock,” König taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
With a final thrust, König came hard, his cum flooding Ghost’s mouth. Ghost tried to pull back, but König held him in place. “Swallow it, you little bitch,” he ordered.
Ghost shook his head, his mouth full, his eyes glaring through the balaclava. He motioned toward the sink, wanting to spit it out. König untied him fully but pinned him down on the bed, his massive body looming over Ghost.
“Swallow it,” König growled, his hand squeezing Ghost’s jaw. “Or I’ll make you.”
Ghost groaned, the salty, bitter taste coating his tongue. With a grimace, he swallowed, the flavor lingering unpleasantly. “You’re a fucking prick,” he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
König smirked, patting Ghost’s cheek. “Good boy. Such a good little slut for me.”
Ghost growled, grabbing König’s hood and yanking it up just enough to expose his mouth. Before König could react, Ghost kissed him hard, forcing his tongue into König’s mouth, making him taste his own cum. The kiss was deep, messy, and aggressive, both men fighting for dominance until König pulled away, panting.
“You’re a filthy bastard,” König said, his voice rough but amused.
Ghost collapsed back on the bed, his body aching. “I need a fucking shower. Get this cum and sweat off me. Help me, you wanker.”
König chuckled, helping Ghost to his feet. Ghost’s legs wobbled, and he leaned on König as they stumbled to the bathroom. The shower was small, barely big enough for both of them, but König turned the water on hot, steam filling the room. Ghost stood under the spray, letting the water soothe his sore muscles.
“Clean me out,” Ghost growled, his voice low. “Not a drop of your fucking cum left in me.”
König raised an eyebrow but obeyed, kneeling behind Ghost. “Spread your legs wider, schatzi.”
Ghost gripped the shower pole, spreading his legs as König’s fingers probed his hole, cleaning out the cum with careful precision. The sensation made Ghost hiss, his body oversensitive. König’s cock twitched at the sight, already hard again.
“Fuck, Ghost,” König murmured, his voice thick with lust. “One more time. Please, schatzi. I need to fuck you again.”
“You’re a fucking monster,” Ghost groaned, but he nodded, too tired to argue. “Fine, but make it quick.”
König didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, lining himself up and thrusting into Ghost’s slick, cleaned hole. The water made it easier, but Ghost still whimpered, his body trembling.
“Ah, fuck, König!” Ghost moaned, his hands gripping the pole tighter. “Ngh, you’re too fucking big, you bastard.”
König pounded into him, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the shower. “You love it, you little whore,” he growled. “Take my cock like the slut you are.”
“Ungh, fuck you,” Ghost gasped, his cock hardening again despite the pain.
They came together, Ghost’s cum splattering against the shower wall as König filled him again. Ghost whimpered, his body shaking as König cleaned him out one final time, ensuring no cum remained.
König helped Ghost out of the shower, wrapping him in a towel and drying him off with surprising care. They dressed in silence, Ghost pulling on a clean pair of sweats, his body aching with every movement.
“Fuck, I’m gonna be useless on the mission tomorrow,” Ghost groaned, collapsing onto his bed. “If you tell anyone about this, König, I’ll gut you like a fucking fish.”
König laughed, lying on his own bed. “Don’t worry, schatzi. My lips are sealed. But don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”
Ghost flipped him off, but his eyes were heavy, his body sated despite the soreness. The room was quiet again, the tension finally broken, replaced by something new—something neither of them was ready to name.