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Gingashipping: The V-Word
"Hey Saturn, what are you doing tonight?" Jupiter pushed the door open
to the male commanders bedroom to find him sitting on his bed, reading
what looked like a comic book. She smirked. "You can read manga later.
Mars and I are going out tonight, and who knows? You might find
yourself someone to finally rid you of your little curse." She slapped
his butt playfully as she spoke. "Which means you should definately
come with." Saturn sighed, closing his book and looking up at his best
friend. "I'm not in the mood. Besides, why is Mars going? Shouldn't
she be trying to get in Master Cyrus's pants, like she always does?"
Jupiter chuckled. "Something about making him jelouse? I don't know.
But really, Satty, you should come with." She pulled on his ankles,
trying to get him off the bed. Saturn struggled. "I already told you,
I don't want to. I'm behind on paperwork and I do need some time to
myself." Jupiter sighed. "You'll never lose it, at this rate, virgin."
She left the room slowly, as Saturn groaned.
Virginity. The curse. His cherry, v-card, innocence. Saturn had no
idea why it was such a big deal to lose it. He knew most men his age
were ******** like ditto, and the male commander could care less. What
was so great about sex that everyone was so obsessed with? Saturn
sighed, thinking about it again. Maybe twenty-three was too old to
stay "pure." But even if Saturn wanted to lose it, who would ******** him?
"Commander Saturn!" Saturn jumped when he heard the knock at his door
as well as the loud, booming voice echoing across the corridors. "Y-
Yes sir?" Saturn regained his composure and answered the knock, now
face to face with the leader of Team Galactic, Cyrus. "Are you
finished with your paperwork?" Saturn shook his head. "No sir, I have
one more thing to do. The files will be on your desk in one hour,"
Saturn lied, as he hadn't started them yet. Cyrus sighed. "Fine. One
hour is all you get. Or you will have to face serious consequences."
As he walked away, Saturn swollowed hard. He didn't want to know what
serious consequences were. They could mean a beating, more paperwork,
getting kicked out of Galactic. Or worse: Demotion to Grunt status.
Saturn shook the thought of himself with a teal bowl cut off, and got
started on his work.
•••••••••••
Cyrus sighed again, walking back to his office. He had noticed that
the young commander had seemed a bit more "shaken up" then usual. Did
he walk in at a bad time? He seemed to have a knack for that,
remembering the time that he walked in on one of the grunts, K-2,
moaning with his fingers in his gaping butthole. Cyrus gagged at the
thought, yet releived that he wasn't the only other male in Galactic
who didn't exactly "appriciate women."
Of course, he had been with a woman before, which was not one of his
best moments, especially since the female in question was not only his
research rival, but obsessed with ruining his plans for a new
universe. Why did he date her anyway, he thought. After ten years,
Cyrus couldn't be ******** to remember.
Cyrus returned to his office, other things on his mind then his ex
girlfriend. Leaning back in his chair, he remembered a young man he
used to sleep with. Cyrus found himself attracted to males who were a
few years younger than him, this one being no acception. Back in
Sunnyshore, when Cyrus was about twenty four, he dated a fair haired
male named Volkner. Everything about him was perfect, from his slender
body to the adorable noises he made when Cyrus ******** him. The affair
was great while it lasted, until Volkner decided that he prefered
ROARK, a man that was everything Cyrus wasn't.
"At least the sex was good," Cyrus told himself. Sex. When was the
last time he had it? Two years? More? s**t. Thinking about it made the
twenty-seven year old even hornier, and masterbation wasn't exactly as
satisfying as it used to be. There was always Saturn, he thought,
blushing a little. His second in command was perfect. Young, thin, a
cute face... Cyrus felt like a ***** thinking about it. Lost in
thought, he didn't hear the door open.
"Master Cyrus, I've finished." Saturn set a stack of papers on his
boss's desk. Cyrus looked up, gently fingering through them. He
smiled, pleased. Saturn always did high quality work, no wonder he was
second in command. One more thing that Cyrus liked about him. He
smirked, unable to contain himself any longer. "Maybe I should reward
you. Anything you want, it's yours."
Saturn blushed. A reward? Cyrus would usually beat him if he didn't do
quality work. He winced, thinking of the bruises on his arm. "Are you
sure, sir?" Cyrus nodded, motioning for the younger to come closer.
"As my second in command, and as hardworking as you are, I think you
deserve to be... Rewarded."
The commander blushed as his leader spoke. He knew what Cyrus was
getting at. Before Saturn could speak, the taller man pressed his lips
agenst his, kissing feircely. Cyrus bit the youngers lower lip gently,
before using his tongue to seperate teeth and play. Saturn felt
himself harden in his pants, having not kissed anyone with this much
passion. He never knew how much his leader lusted for him. He started
to crave it, pulling himself closer to the older man. Cyrus broke the
kiss, noticing a bit of his saliva hanging from Saturns pink tongue.
He smirked, standing and picking Saturn up, carrying him to a more
"Secluded place."
••••••••••••
Once they reached Saturns bedroom, Cyrus set the younger male down,
quickly going through a few of the young commanders drawers. "I
suggest you start undressing, unless you want this to hurt." Saturn
nodded, carefully unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping the front of his
pants, hesitating when he got down to his orange boxer-breifs. He slid
them off quickly, kicking them under his bed. Now fully naked, he
shivered and waited patiently, just as Cyrus found what he was looking
for: the tube of cherry lubricant that Jupiter had bought him as a
joke. Cyrus removed the cap, squeezing the crimson gel onto his
fingers. "Bend over, stick your a** in the air, and spread."
Saturn did as told, anticipating the pain that would soon enter him.
How ironic, he thought, that Jupiter was discussing his virginity a
few hours prior. He didn't think he'd lose it this quickly. Suddenly,
the colbalt-haired's thoughts were interrupted by an odd sensation in
his bum, now fully aware that his boss was ready. Cyrus leaned in
closer, gently inserting two fingers into the young commanders hole.
Saturn let out a small moan, causing his leader to smirk and add
another finger. Is this what sex was? If so, it felt amazing. Moaning
again, he begged for more.
Cyrus smirked, stretching the tight entrance enough to fit himself in.
When finished, he unbuttoned his own pants, placing his throbbing
member agenst Saturns hole. "Now. Are you ready?" Saturn nodded,
wiping sweat off of his forehead. "Y-Yes Master Cyrus... Although I
have never done this before..." Hearing this, Cyrus stopped. A virgin?
Interesting. Cyrus smirked, returning his c**k to his pants and
leaving the room. If Saturn was a virgin, and was this desperate to
lose his cherry, he'd have to beg for it.
Watching his leader leave, Saturn was confused. Typical Cyrus, always
trying to play with his mind. Did he flake out, or was he testing him?
Whatever it was, Saturn didn't care. He would make Cyrus ******** him, no
matter how long it took. He had to feel that intense pleasure again.
But first, to releive some tension....
•••••••••••••
The next morning, Saturn woke up to Jupiter standing over him, looking
disappointed. The Female smirked. "Messy boy, what did you do to
yourself? But that's beside the point. Cyrus has called for a meeting
with us in one hour, so clean yourself up. I do not want to know what
went down here." She sashayed out of the room. Sitting up, the dizzy
male rubbed his eyes and looked around, surprised. He was completely
naked, covered in noting but his own fluids, and something red. Blood?
He smelled it, blushing. "Cherry lube," he whispered, standing up.
What had happened last night? Jupiter went out for the night, then he
finished his paperwork. Then... s**t. Cyrus. Just thinking about it
made Saturn shake. The feeling was astounding. No one had ever touched
him like that before, and he craved it. He had to get Cyrus's
attention somehow, and he knew just the way.
••••••••••••••
The following hour, Cyrus sat in the conference room of Galactic HQ,
awaiting the arrival of his commanders. The blue haired man was always
early, to keep a professional appearance as leader. He poured himself
a fresh cup of coffee before sitting down, sighing. Suddenly, he felt
the front of his pants unzip from under the table, and something soft
and wet touch the tip of his p***s, like a tongue. The tall man blush,
starting to harden slowly as the tongue worked harder, hearing the
door to the office open. Cyrus looked up to see who it was. "Ahh...
Commander Mars..."
"Good morning sir!" The young redhead beamed, sitting close to her
leader. Mars was heavily infatuated with her boss, a crush that Cyrus
himself was fully aware of. The female smiled at him for a second,
before noticing the pink tint to his cheeks. "Why are you blushing,
Master Cyrus?"
"I, uh, just have a fever," Cyrus lied, grunting even more as his c**k
got hard. He felt fingers grasp his member, stroking it gently. Mars
responded. "Well, the first thing you should do when you have a fever
is to drink lots of liquid. I'll get you some water." She got up,
making her was for the exit. Perfect, Cyrus thought, feeling set of
teeth n** at his erection. He moaned, as his c**k was sucked gently.
Getting pleasure from this, the tall man couldn't resist the urge to
c**, spraying his fluids all over the face of the person sucking his
d**k. Sighing, he heard a small moan from under the table. Suddenly,
Cyrus realized who this was. Pushing the metal table foreward a bit,
he looked down at his male commander, his face splattered with c**.
"Commander Saturn. What the ******** are you doing." Cyrus frowned at the
younger man. Saturn blushed. "Please, Master Cyrus. Lemme suck you. I
can tell you love it by the way you came." Shaking his head, the
taller man stood up. In the back of his mind, Cyrus admitted he did
enjoy it. But he knew what Saturn was up to, and wasn't going to give
in to temptation so easily.
••••••••••
"s**t," Saturn mumbled. It had been three days since he had last tried
to seduce his boss, and almost a month since the man had almost taken
his a**-virginity. He was so horny, so desprate for sex that it was
driving him mad. He stared out the window of the dining room, trying
to think of another way to make his move.
"Why are you so upset, Satty?" One of the grunts sat next to him,
leaning on the bluenette as he moped. Saturn looked up. "Dammit K2, I
told you not to call me that. And it's none of your business what's
troubling me." K2 smirked. "So you admit there is something on your
mind," the grunt leaned in closer. "You can tell me, we're pals. I'm
not like the other grunts." Saturn scoffed. "Yeah, but it's an issue I
can't even trust Jupiter with..." He paused, suddenly getting an idea.
"Hey, K2, can I borrow your camera?"
••••••••••
As the sun set that night, Cyrus was finishing up some very important
research, pleased that the day was over. Looking forward to a relaxing
evening enjoying a double date with a glass of wine and his left hand,
he went to check his email one last time. One message, from Commander
Saturn. Opening the email, he blushed. The younger male had sent him
some rather explicit photos, all of them of the commander in sexual
poses by himself or with K2. Cyrus was impressed, for this was much
hotter than his shouta collection. He proceeded to fap, losing it at a
picture of Saturn with his butt spread and in the air, covered in his
own fluids, with a cocky smirk on his face. Cyrus came all over his
laptop and desk, hearing a giggle from the doorway.
"Show yourself. Now." The tall man was irritated that someone would
dare interrupt his alone time. To his surprise, this person was
Saturn, dressed only in a labcoat and tight black booty shorts.
"Hello, boss. Did you get my gift?" The cat eared commander smirked,
walking over to him and leaning over his desk. Cyrus nodded, smirking.
"You and K2 had a little fun, didn't you?" He was a bit jelouse,
having wanted to steal the young mans innocence himself. Saturn shook
his head. "He sucked my c**k, but I told him my a** was reserved for
only one person."
Cyrus was intregued. "Who would that person be, Saturn?" Hearing this
question, the commander blushed, his words suddenly lost as he tried
to speak. "Answer me when I am speaking to you, commander." Cyrus was
growing impatient with the young man, tapping his fingers on the edge
of his desk. "You, sir." Saturn uttered, his face a deep crimson as he
spoke. The taller man smirked. "You're that desperate for me to rip
your a** apart, aren't you." The younger nodded, blushing. "Well,
you'll heve to beg for it. Come over here, and get on your knees. Now."
Saturn did as told, staring intently at his leaders massive erection.
He licked the tip gently, taking the head in his mouth slowly and
gulping a bit more down with every suck, feeling it throb harder as he
did. He had taken in almost half of his leader when he felt warm
semenal fluids fill his cheeks, pulling the member out of his mouth
before swallowing the liquids with satisfaction. Cyrus was impressed.
"You never struck me as the type to swallow Commander." Saturn
smirked, loving the attention and praise he was getting from the
powerful man. "What am I, a Gloom? Of course I swallow."
Cyrus chuckled. He knew he liked Saturn, lifting him up and hoisting
him over his shoulder, carrying him to a more private place. Setting
him on his bed, he began to tease the young commander, pulling his
shorts off slowly and gently licking his entrance. Feeling this,
Saturns back arched, a loud moan exiting his lungs. "S-Stop!" The
taller man paused, smirking. "What. You don't like it when I tease
your sweet hole? Or do you just want me to ******** it?" Saturn nodded
vigorously, blushing deeply. "Yes sir! Just ******** me! Don't bother
stretching, I can't take it anymore!" He felt himself finally harden
in anticipation, unable to wait any longer. Cyrus had kept him waiting
long enough.
"If you insist." Cyrus lined up with Saturns entrance, lifting the
commanders legs over his shoulders as he thrusted in. Saturn moaned,
in both pain and ecstasy, gaining more pleasure from every thrust. He
felt himself start to bleed, feeling the crimson liquid run down his
thighs. Saturn loved it. The pain, the pleasure, the way his hips
moved in time with his leaders thrusts. Before he knew it, the
commander had ejaculated all over Cyrus's chest, feeling the older man
c** inside of him. Cyrus pulled out, holding the younger male close to
him and whispering gently in his ear. "How was that."
"Astounding." Saturn replied, cuddling close to his boss, kissing him
gently on the lips. Cyrus returned the kiss, setting his lover gently
on the bed. "Now go to sleep. We may have had our fun tonight, but
tomorrow it's back to work. You've been ******** around too much
recently." Saturn nodded, pulling the blankets up to his chest and
closing his eyes, unable to shake the thought of what just happened.
He had lost his virginity. To Cyrus. ******** yes. Life was going to be
sweet from now on, he told himself silently as he fell asleep.
••••••••••
"Something wrong, Saturn?" Jupiter asked her friend the next day at
breakfast. The bluenette seemed drowsy, his usually perfect hair was a
dreadful mess, and he was limping rather badly. "You trip or
something?" Turning to look at the female, Saturn gave a sadistic
smirk. "Oh Jupiter. You don't know the half of it. Now I have to go, I
have to be in Eterna in an hour." He trudged off toward his
helicopter, cringing with the pain in the lower half of his body.
"Just you wait, Cyrus. Just you ******** wait."
The end!
 The Ringed Planet · Fri Jul 16, 2010 @ 05:27am · 0 Comments |
