“Close the door behind you, Chris.”

“Yes, sir,” Chris pulled the door of the office closed as stepped inside. He’d been working with Captain Wesker for three months now, and this was the first time he’d asked him to close the door of the office.

Chris was sure he’d done something wrong, and his hackles were up.

“You wanted to see me?” he asked, standing awkwardly in front of the captain’s desk.

Wesker had a sheaf of papers in his hands and was holding them almost idly. He looked up at Chris.

“You know what the most remarkable thing I saw when I went over all of Alpha Team’s history files and personnel reports?”

Chris hackles raised even further– he didn’t know what Wesker was talking about, but he knew when he was being toyed with. The captain may have been handsome, but Chris had already seen that he could sometimes be a bastard.

“What, sir?”

“Yours says that you’re a pervert.”

Whatever Chris had expected to hear, it wasn’t that. He felt himself go brick red, and his nails dug into his palms.

“E-excuse me, sir?” came his choked response.

The captain pulled his shades down slightly, and looked at him over the top of them with ice blue eyes. “Not in so many words, of course. But I know how to read between the lines, Chris.”

“Sir.” Chris dug his nails into his palms. Wesker was making fun of him. Why? Had he caught him looking at him in the shower for too long? Chris had the embarrassed grace to admit that he probably had looked too long. It wasn’t his fault that Wesker had the body of a greek god. And it seemed like the personality to match.

“According to your file, you were let go from the Air Force for ‘disobeying a superior officer’, and ‘sexual misconduct’.”

Chris’ blood froze. He didn’t even have an answer for that. “Sir, I don’t know what you think, but–”

Wesker put down the papers, and laced his fingers together, leaning over them on his desk toward Chris.

“Hush now, Chris, we’re all perverts here. ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ may be military policy, but I’m asking, and I expect you to tell.”

Chris felt his breath catch in his throat. “Sir this is… this is inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate? So’s the way you look at my dick in the bathroom, Chris.” The captain smirked at him, still looking at him over his hands and his shades, and Chris felt a swell of absolute humiliation at being caught

It made his cock jump in his pants.

“Sir, I–”

Wesker held up one hand. “Oh don’t worry. I like it.”

Chris felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Was the captain hitting on him? Did he call him into his office for… this?

Before he could find words to reply, Weker spoke again.

“Come here, Chris. Closer.”

Chris’ legs obeyed before his brain had even kicked into gear, and he made his way around the desk to where the captain was sitting.

“Yes, sir,” he heard himself mumble, as he found himself standing at Wesker’s side.

The captain swiveled his chair to face him, and gestured with a hand. “Sit down, Chris.”

Chris opened his mouth. The only places to sit were the floor, or the captain’s lap.

Wesker seemed to read his mind. His smirk broadened. “Wherever you’re comfortable.”

It only made the tight heat between Chris’ thighs even worse to realize that Wesker was enjoying his indecision. Sit on the captain’s lap, or prostrate himself on the floor in front of him.

“Uh…”

After a moment, it seemed, Wesker took pity on him. His hand snaked out, and grabbed Chris’ wrist.

“Here. Sit on my lap.”

His uncertainty collapsed under the captain’s commanding tone– another trait of Wesker’s that Chris found himself paying an inordinate amount of attention to– and he let himself be pulled onto the other man’s lap.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it, Chris?” Wesker’s voice purred into his ear.

Chris felt all the hair on the back of his neck stand up at the feeling of the captain’s lips so close to him. This couldn’t be real. It was like some dirty jackoff daydream while he was taking care of himself before bed. Hell, he might have had this exact one before.

Of course, in a daydream, he couldn’t feel the hardness of Captain Wesker’s cock pressed against the underside of his thigh.

So he wasn’t kidding. Whatever else might be going on, it seemed Wesker had been honest about being as he put it ‘a pervert’.

Wesker seemed to be waiting on an answer, so he mumbled out, “No, sir.”

“Very good,” he said, one of his hands creeping toward Chris’ thigh. “Now, where were we? Discussing your service record, I believe? Or, no, we’d moved on to you… appreciating my assets.”

“Well, sir, there’s… a lot to appreciate,” he admitted.The first time Chris had seen it, he’d been practically stunned. The captain’s cock was massive– appreciably larger than Chris’ own, and he didn’t think of himself as a small man.

He squirmed on the captain’s lap, feeling his throbbing cock below him, and Wesker’s gloved hand stroking up his thigh toward his crotch.

“Heh,” the captain smirked, and his hand rested on top of the bulge in Chris’ pants. “And you simply couldn’t resist. I’m flattered, Chris. Flattered. Is that what happened in the military? Superior officer catch you looking at cocks?”

“…not exactly, sir,” he murmured, feeling himself arch a little against Wesker’s hand as he started to rub his fingers over his cock. It was still impossible to believe this was really happening.

What had happened was he had broken up a fight– really interrupted a beating– where a bunch of big guys had decided one of the privates was a fag. Of course, he’d shot his mouth off… And one of the guys doing the beating had turned out to be a sergeant.

“Hmm. Too bad. Well, you can tell me the real story later, Chris,” he purred. His hand squeezed Chris’ package not uncomfortably. “For now I’m more interested in giving you a closer look at me. If you want it.”

The heat had not left Chris’ face yet. He was starting to feel dizzy.

“Sir, are you suggesting–”

“Get down on the floor and unzip my pants, Chris.” It was the same tone of command that he used in the field, and Chris found himself obeying unthinkingly.

A moment later he found himself scrabbling off the captain’s lap, and arranging himself on the floor between his knees.

Wesker’s hand shot out, and grabbed him by the hair faster than he could react.

“Good boy. Now unzip.”

Chris swallowed, feeling his hands shake. He should tell the captain no. He should absolutely refuse. This was definitely workplace sexual harassment. He was being exploited. Humiliated.

His shaking fingers unzipped the captain’s uniform pants, and hesitated on the button.

He looked up at Wesker.

“Undo it, and pull them down,” Wesker ordered. “Take out my cock, Chris.”

There was something about the way Wesker said his name that was lurid, and obscenity. Somehow it made him feel even more like he was under Wesker’s control than the hand still tightly holding his hair, or the way he called him ‘good boy.’

Not that that hadn’t gotten him hard too, oh boy did it.

Chris felt like a whore as he obediently unbuttoned his superior officer’s pants, and pulled them down. He stared for a moment at the massive bulge barely contained by Wesker’s black boxer briefs.

Wesker’s fingers tightened further in his hair. “Go on.”

Still shaking, Chris pulled Wesker’s cock out of his underwear, revealing it in all its glory.

It seemed even bigger up close, the shaft long and thick, and the head bulging. Chris’ nostrils were full of the captain’s musky scent as he leaned in close.

“There. Get a good look at it,” Wesker purred, something like menace in his voice. “I know you’ve wanted to.”

“Jesus,” Chris muttered, feeling the captain pull him by the hair closer to the exposed member. It brushed lewdly against his cheek, and Chris felt a sickening thrill of lust go through his body again.

“That’s captain Wesker to you,” he drawled, sneering down at him.

How full of himself could Wesker get? Chris’ gaze looked up at him with a burning expression, but he echoed. “Captain Wesker.”

“Better.” The captain used his grip on Chris to rub his face against the throbbing warmth of his erect cock. It was as thrilling as it was disgustingly humiliating. “Open your mouth.”

Chris balked. “Excuse me?”

Wesker pressed his cock to Chris’ lips. “You’ve sucked cock before, haven’t you, Chris? Do you think I have a lot of time for games at work? Open your mouth.”

The reality rushed in. The captain was going to have Chris suck his cock on the floor of the office. Whether Chris himself was meant to get anything out of this was unclear at best.

But god damn, he couldn’t deny that he wanted his captain’s cock in his mouth so bad.

The captain must find him completely transparent, that was obvious now. Every look he’d tried to hide, every lustful thought was clearly laid bare before captain Albert Wesker.

Chris had never felt more exposed.

“…Yes, sir.”

Obediently, he opened his mouth.

Wesker tugged his hair, and roughly pushed the head of his cock between his lips, rubbing it on the tip of his tongue. Chris felt the hot, thick member filling the front of his mouth, and he tasted the salt of a drop of precum.

At least he wasn’t the only one getting off on this, he told himself. Though he wasn’t sure he was ethically happy with his boss getting off on forcing a subordinate to suck him off, it was hot as hell.

“Good boy,” Wesker repeated. He pushed Chris’ head further down on his massive cock, and Chris squirmed a little in his grip. Half of the shaft practically filled his mouth completely, any more would certainly be deep throat territory.

Wesker was right, he had absolutely sucked cock before. Plenty. In the backs of bars, and in seedy hotel rooms, often in hasty one-time trysts where the participants didn’t look at each other’s faces.

That was the only reason that he didn’t choke completely when Wesker suddenly shoved the rest of his cock down his throat, and held his head down to his groin with a strong grip.

Chris made a small, muffled noise as he was roughly pushed down, and almost gagged as the big member invaded his esophagus. He managed to relax himself at the last moment, controlling his body with a shudder as the captain held him down.

“Heh. So my assessment was correct. You do have practice. Very good.” Wesker leered down at him as his cock throbbed over his tongue and in the back of his throat. “But I suppose you’re not one of my best men for nothing.”

Chris felt a humiliating shudder of lust roll through him, the captain complimenting him even as he held him down on his cock. Fuck. He felt like Wesker’s dog. LIke his whore. All he wanted was the captain’s attention, and his praise, and his cock.

Wesker used his grip on him to start to ease him up and down on his shaft, throatfucking him in the office, slowly at first, but faster and more roughly as he saw that Chris could keep up.

Chris heard himself groan with arousal, his mouth used like the captain’s fucktoy, his own cock so hard in his pants he felt like it might rip the fabric.

“Keep quiet,” the captain hissed, voice low. His fingers tightened again in his hair, and Chris obeyed, cutting off another moan.

The office was filled with the sound of nothing but Wesker’s cock thrusting through Chris’ lips over and over for a long moment. Drool dripped down his chin and pooled on the captain’s lap and chair.

Wesker took his mouth roughly, while he knelt there between his legs, over and over again, and Chris started to feel his cock swell even more in his mouth. He squirmed with anticipation, knowing Wesker must be close.

“Swallow it,” Wesker ordered.

Chris’ hips shuddered at the command, and exactly the thing he’d feared came to pass. Chris came in his pants, as he desperately tried not to choke on Captain Wesker’s thick load of cum, spurting down his throat.

Wesker held him down as he came, his nose grinding against the captain’s pubic bone, his thick cock squirting cum inside him. Chris couldn’t hold in a groan, and he shuddered, humiliated and spent, pleasure and heat through his body, his boxers thoroughly soiled. He felt some of the captain’s cum escape his mouth, and flow over his chin as he tried to swallow it all.

After a moment, Wesker pulled Chris’ up, and his mouth off his cock, the still half erect member flopping against Chris’ cheek as it came out, slick with spit.

“Hmm. Messy.” The captain looked down at him, and wiped his finger over Chris’ chin, mopping up the trace of escaped cum. “Lick it.”

Chris didn’t argue, he lapped up the rest of Wesker’s cum obediently, sucking on his fingertip.

Wesker’s low, pleased chuckle rang in his ears with the sound of his own heartbeat, and panting breaths.

“Good boy,” he purred. “Next time try to swallow it all at once.”

Chris shivered with lust and embarrassment. Next time… God would there be a next time? Maybe he should put in for a transfer across the country. Could he even look Wesker in the face again?

The captain’s fingers released him, and Chris felt an aching sting. He’d probably pulled a few hairs out in his rough grip through all that.

Wesker tucked his cock back in his underwear, and zipped up his pants. Then he patted his lap. “Up.”

Chris mouth still tasted thickly of cum, and part of him screamed to flee the office, down a couple bottles of water, and never return. He almost never saw the guys he screwed around with again. How could he deal with working with him?

But his body obeyed while his mind stayed in indecision. Shaking, Chris pushed himself off his knees,and clambered into the captain’s lap.

Wesker put an arm around Chris’ shoulders, and another in his lap. Chris felt another sting of humiliation as the Wesker found the spot that was soaking through with cum.

“I’m pleased you enjoyed yourself, Chris. Maybe next time I have you close the door I can fuck you over the desk.”

“God damn,” Chris hissed, blushing again at the thought. “Are you gonna trash my job if I don’t?”

“Don’t insult me,” Wesker said dismissively. “This is a mutual arrangement.”

“…right,” he swallowed, looking down at his soiled lap as Wesker stroked his thigh.

“Are you going to apologize?” Wesker asked.

Chirs looked at him in surprise. “Apologize?”

“For insulting me.”

“Oh. … sorry, sir.” Chris hung his head a bit dejectedly.

Wesker took his chin in hand and pulled his gaze up. “No need for that look. I wasn’t trying to kick a puppy.”

Chris flushed and squirmed. “Damn it… sir…”

Wesker chuckled. “So formal. I like it. But maybe we can have a beer sometime, hmm? I bet you’d like that. For now, you should get cleaned up, and get back to work.”

He released his hold on Chris; chin, and Chris embarrassedly stood.

“Alright, um, sure,” he huffed, rather dizzily as ran his hand through his hair, and tried to make himself presentable enough to at least get to the locker and showers.

“Oh and Chris,” Wesker said, as Chris was halfway to the door.

He paused and looked over his shoulder. “Yes, captain?”

“I have my eye on you.”

END