“Oh my God,” Jon gasped, his eyes widening with shock and a strange curiosity as he stared at the anonymous, smooth cock emerging from the steel cylinder. He felt his own heart pounding in his chest, his face flushing hot with embarrassment and arousal.
Lenina, the alluring superior officer with a smile that could cut through the vacuum of space, stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply against the cold metal floor. She leaned against the cylinder, her body arching over the protruding shaft, and whispered into his ear, “Go ahead, Jon. This is part of your training. You won’t regret it. I promise. Just think of the reward waiting for you.”
Her words sent a shiver down his spine. He knew what she meant by ‘reward.’ It was the promise she had dangled in front of him when he was summoned to her quarters. A chance to taste the forbidden fruit of the woman who held his fate in her hands. His young cock twitched at the thought, eager and inexperienced, dreaming of the warm embrace of her mature pussy. He took a deep breath, the scent of her arousal thick in the air, and leaned in.
But before he could touch the anonymous cock, she stepped forward, surprising him. With a grace that defied gravity, she aligned it with her own glistening pussy, her eyes locking onto his as she began to lower herself onto it. The sight was mesmerizing, the head disappearing between her folds, coated with her juices. He watched as she took it inch by inch, her eyes rolling back with pleasure. She was right; it was a sight that no cadet should have seen, and yet here he was, witness to her erotic power play.
“You see, Jon,” she purred, her voice thick with desire, “This is what you’ll get to feel soon. Just be a good boy and suck it off for me, now that I have flavored it with my juices.” With that, she pulled off, allowing him a full view of the glistening, veiny cock that had just been buried within her and twitched in despair.
In class, Lenina Stark was a vision of authority. Her tight uniform top clung to her ample breasts like a second skin, the fabric stretching tautly across her well-defined abs and the swell of her hips. The skirt she favored was always a scandalously short number that made the young cadets squirm in their seats. She had a knack for bending over just right when explaining a particularly complex equation, giving them a tantalizing view of her shapely legs. The heels she insisted on wearing added an extra inch to her already formidable height, making her an intimidating yet undeniably alluring presence. Her stern gaze could cut through the chatter like a laser, silencing the room with a single look.
But it was the restroom breaks that had become the talk of the barracks. The pattern was unmistakable; a cadet would leave her class, face flushed and sweaty palms, only to return a few moments later with a slightly dazed look. The wicked smile that curled at the corner of her lips was the only indication that she knew he had been spilling his cum thinking of her mature body just a few walls away. It was as if she had a sixth sense for their lust, a pheromone-laced grin that sent their hormones into overdrive.
Jon was no stranger to these whispers. He had heard the rumors, the hushed conversations about the ‘special sessions’ some cadets were called to after her classes. He had always shrugged them off as locker room talk, the desperate fantasies of his comrades. But now, kneeling before her, with her juices coating his chin, he knew that the whispers had been more than mere fabrication. He was the chosen one, the latest to be exposed to Counsellor Stark’s carnality, and he felt a twisted thrill at the thought of being part of the illicit gossip that fueled the academy’s underbelly.
With trembling hands, he reached out to touch the cock that had just been buried inside her. It was hot, pulsing with a life of its own, and slick with her essence. The smoothness of it was a stark contrast to the cold steel that surrounded it. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, that he was about to kiss something so familiar but still alien to him, yet something deep within him responded to her command. He leaned in, his curiosity getting the better of his fear, and pressed his lips to the tip of the cock. It twitched against his mouth, sending a jolt of excitement through his body.
Her eyes never left his as she instructed him, her voice a velvety purr, “Good boy, Jon. Now, take it all in. Don’t hold back.” He felt a strange thrill at the way she spoke to him, like a pet eager to please its master. He parted his lips and took the cock into his mouth, feeling it fill him up, stretching his jaw wider than he ever had for anything before. It was thick and hard, and her flavor clung to it, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that made his mouth water.
Lenina knelt beside him, her hand on his head, guiding him gently. She whispered into his ear, her breath hot and sweet, telling him how to move his tongue, how to suck, how to take it deep. She stroked his hair with a tenderness that seemed almost motherly, but the smirk playing at the corner of her mouth was purely predatory. His own cock was pulsing with need, begging for attention, and her knowing hand brushed against it, teasing him, reminding him of the prize that awaited.
The anonymous cock grew even more rigid in his mouth as he worked it, the salty precum mixing with her sweetness. He could feel the man inside the cylinder getting closer to climax, his hips bucking slightly, the cock swelling. The sound of his own muffled moans filled the room, bouncing off the steel walls, echoing the rhythm of his sucks and slurps. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, and yet, there was a strange comfort in it. He was giving pleasure to someone he couldn’t see, someone who was likely watching him through the small, one-way window that lined the upper part of the cylinder.
Then it happened. The cock erupted in his mouth, hot jets of cum filling his throat. He choked for a second, but her grip on his head was firm. “Swallow,” she ordered, her voice low and commanding. He obeyed, his throat constricting around the thick fluid, taking it all in. He could feel it slide down his throat, feel her watching him, her eyes burning into him. It was as if she was feeding him her power, her control, and he was hungry for it.
As the last drops of cum dribbled from his lips, she finally released him with a satisfied nod. “Good boy,” she murmured, her hand stroking his cheek. “Now, it’s time for your reward.” She rose to her feet, the leather of her boots squeaking against the floor. She offered him her hand, and he took it, feeling the stickiness of his own saliva and the stranger’s cum. He stood, wobbly and unsure, his cock standing at attention despite his mind’s protests.
Lenina led him into another room, one that was much smaller and dimly lit. The walls were lined with various devices that looked like they belonged in a medical bay rather than a living quarter. His heart raced as she closed the door behind them, the sound echoing ominously in the tight space.
“Now, Jon,” she began, her voice a siren’s call, “You’ve been such a good boy. But before you can claim your prize, you must be fully prepared.” She held up a sleek, handheld automatic epilazer, its blue light pulsing with a low, seductive hum. “I prefer my men smooth down there. It’s just more… hygienic.” She winked at him, the corner of her mouth lifting in a knowing smile.
Jon’s eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing at the thought of what was to come. He had never felt so exposed, so at the mercy of another person’s desires. But as she approached him, the warmth of her hand on his chin, his cock remained stubbornly hard, a traitor to his anxiety.
With a flick of her wrist, the epilazer came to life, the blue light dancing over the dark hairs that surrounded his cock. He braced himself for the pain, but it was more of a sting than a burn, a quick reminder of the reality of the situation. In seconds, his pubic hair was gone, leaving his skin smooth and bare. He watched in the mirror as she applied a thin film of oil, her eyes never leaving his reflection. It was cool and soothing against his skin, the scent faintly citrusy. He couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of excitement, his cock looking almost like the one he had just sucked before.
When she was done, she led him back to the first room, his legs shaking slightly. The steel cylinder was open and empty now, the back wall gaping like a mouth waiting to swallow him whole. Without a word, she gestured for him to step inside. His heart racing, he did as he was told, feeling the cold metal against his bare skin. The space was tight, just enough for him to stand with his legs tight, and his cock was left sticking out through the hole in the front, a beacon of his arousal.
As the cylinder closed behind him, he could see the room through a one-way mirror in front of him. He saw Lenina’s smirking face as she took a seat at a console, her legs crossed, her hand idly working on the control in front of her.
“Welcome to the next phase of your training, Cadet,” she purred over the intercom, her voice echoing through the small space. “If you can hear me, give your cock a little twitch for me.”
Jon’s eyes went wide as he realized the sound of her voice was not just in his head but resonating through the steel chamber around him. He obeyed, feeling the muscles in his groin tighten as he twitched his cock twice, confirming the connection.
“Good,” she said, her voice a purr over the intercom. “Now, Jon, I want you to brace yourself. You’re about to experience a little something to help prepare you for what’s to come. Don’t worry, it’s all part of the process.”
He felt the chamber around him begin to vibrate, the low rumble traveling up his legs and into his very bones. The metal was cold, but it grew warmer as the vibrations intensified, and suddenly, it was as if he were floating in a sea of pure sensation. A strobe light flickered in the corner, casting shadows across his body and the room beyond the mirror. Then, in a flash of light so bright he was momentarily blinded, Lenina was gone.
But she wasn’t truly gone. Her voice remained, a siren’s call in his ears. “Welcome to claim your prize, Jon,” she whispered, and his cock responded with a throb of anticipation.
Then something strange happened. The door to the room slid open with a hiss, and in walked Lenina again, accompanied by a young space cadet. They were both in their uniforms, but the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a laser scalpel.
Jon could not hear their conversation through the steel, but he watched as the cadet nodded eagerly. He knew what was coming next. He watched as she whispered something into the young man’s ear, her hand cupping his cheek. Then she pointed at Jon’s exposed cock, and the cadet’s eyes went wide.
The young cadet looked nervously at Jon, then back at Lenina, his cock straining against the fabric of his uniform. With trembling hands, he began to unbuckle his utility belt, his eyes never leaving hers. The anticipation in the room was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the metallic tang of fear.
Lenina’s smile grew wider as she watched him strip, her eyes lingering on his youthful form. She nodded approvingly when he was fully naked, his cock bobbing with each rapid heartbeat.
Without a word, she gestured for the cadet to kneel before her, his eyes locked onto hers. The cadet’s face flushed scarlet as he did so, his body trembling slightly. Her hand reached out and gently touched his cheek, guiding his gaze downward when she stepped out of her skirt.
The cadet’s mouth parted, and his eyes grew heavy with lust as he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her. It was a silent command that didn’t need words, a dance of dominance and submission that played out in the reflection.
Lenina’s voice, a seductive whisper through the intercom, pierced the tension. “You liked that, didn’t you? Can you still smell me?” she asked, her voice a siren’s call that made his cock twitch with longing. He nodded, the scent of her pussy still lingering on his skin, a heady reminder of what he had just done.
Jon watched, his heart racing, as the young cadet approached the cylinder. He could see the fear in the young man’s eyes, but there was also a hunger there, a desperation that mirrored his own. Lenina’s hand rested on the back of the cadet’s neck, guiding him closer to the opening.
The intercom crackled to life, and Lenina’s sultry voice filled the chamber. “Jon,” she said, “I hope you’re enjoying the show. Have you noticed anything yet?”
The cylinder grew warmer around him, the vibrations increasing until they were a constant thrum that resonated through his body. He could feel his cock growing even harder, straining against the metal plate that separated him from her. “Good,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now, I want you to be prepared for your prize. You’re going to feel what it’s like to be inside me, to have me wrapped around your cock, squeezing you tight.”
Jon nodded, his eyes glued to the mirror. He watched as the outside Lenina reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around his shaft with a confidence that was as surprising as it was exhilarating. The cadet’s eyes were wide with a mix of terror and lust, and Jon felt a strange kinship with the young man as he saw his own fear reflected back at him. But it was the feeling of her hand on him that was the most overwhelming. Her grip was firm, guiding him with a precision that was almost clinical.
He watched, his breath hitching in his throat, as she aligned his cock with the hot, juicy wetness of her cunt. He felt the tip brush against her folds, the warmth and softness of her making him ache for more.
Then Lenina sank onto him in one swift, fluid motion, the steel walls seeming to melt away as the world narrowed down to just the two of them. She began to ride him, her movements deliberate and calculated. Each roll of her hips sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body, making his head spin with the intensity of it all.
“This,” she murmured, her voice a dark chuckle over the intercom, “was your prize, Jon.” The words sent a shiver down his spine as he felt her cunt slide off him, his cock now standing proudly, coated in her sweet, sticky juices. The sudden emptiness was almost painful, leaving him craving more, needing to feel her again.
But the game was far from over. As he watched the reflection of the young cadet’s eyes glaze over with lust, he realized that it had all been a setup. The cock he had just sucked had been his own, displaced through some twisted time loop, a part of a sick experiment that Lenina had orchestrated. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle of what was happening.
Lenina chuckled once again over the intercom, her voice thick with amusement. “It’s so hot watching you, Jon,” she said, her tone dripping with a dark satisfaction. “A young, straight cadet like you, sucking your own cock. You know, I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but the look of surprise on your faces when you realize it was yours? Priceless. It’s always so satisfying to see the confusion in their eyes when they realize what’s happening. But don’t worry,” she added, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. “You’re not the first, and you certainly won’t be the last.”
Jon felt the hand on his cock tighten, the grip familiar yet alien. It was his own hand, but it didn’t feel like it. It was as if his past self was reaching out to him, guiding him through this twisted experience. He watched in the mirror as the young cadet took his cock in his mouth, his eyes wide with shock and lust. He felt the wetness of the cadet’s mouth, the suction as he took him deep, and he knew what was happening. This was his past, being played out before his very eyes, and he was powerless to stop it.
“Mm,” Lenina’s voice purred through the intercom, “I can see you getting harder, Jon. Can you taste it still?” He swallowed, the bitter taste of cum lingering in his mouth, and nodded. It was a strange, disconcerting sensation, feeling the echo of his own pleasure while watching someone else perform the act.
He tried to hold back at first, willing his past self to resist her, to break the cycle. But the sensations were exquisite, a siren’s song that his body couldn’t ignore. The realization that he was an excellent cocksucker hit him like a meteor shower, a revelation that shook him to his core. He felt a strange sense of pride, feeling his past self eagerly devour the cock that was, in reality, his own.
Lenina’s eyes gleamed with amusement, reading his thoughts like they were written on his forehead. “You just noticed that you excel at sucking cock, don’t you?” she murmured into the intercom, her voice a caress that seemed to resonate through the very air. “They all do. It’s part of the training, Jon. To become the best, you must understand all aspects of pleasure, even the ones that seem… unorthodox.”
Her words were like a key turning in a lock, and suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. The experiment, the cylinder, the loop of time and lust—it was all part of a perverse and ingenious design to push the boundaries of his sexuality and control.
As the cadet’s mouth worked over his own cock, Jon felt himself being drawn deeper into the abyss of his own desire. He watched, his heart hammering, as his past self took the stranger’s cock in his mouth, eager and hungry for the taste of cum. And in that moment, as Lenina’s breath grew ragged and she moaned, he knew that he was going to climax, still tasting its echo on his own lips.
