He expected the man to let it happen. Calculating in his head, amidst a myriad of quantifiable analysis, that the Major would deign it a waste of energy, and time, to push further. For Micah wasn't desirable like that pretty secretary in the front, lanky and awkward and four-eyed as he was. The doctor even let a triumphant smile curl at his lip corner, surprised in just that moment at how easy it was to steal a DNA sample from Mr. Sigurd, a look of content grazing the bloodied tip of the scalpel, a tiny inconsequential drop to most that must have contained a scientific eureka somewhere.
And then his hair was yanked back with such a force that the scalpel was easily thrust from his hand and, if he were wearing his glasses, they would jostled out of place. Fear had not quite reached him yet, as he fought to keep cool in the tide of panic that threatened to wash over him, yet it was hard in the face of that predators eyes, his teeth, so near the tender part of the doctor's neck.
It was like being caught in the alligator's mouth. One could fight it and risk getting an arm or limb torn off in the struggle, or go with the motion of the beast and save all extremities otherwise. Micah fought his gaze downwards, peering at North with distaste wrinkling his nose. Wondering if there was some last, desperate measure to get the man's hands off of him, for it was the first time that day he had felt his life threatened.
There was little he could do in that powerful grasp to keep his hand away from that sizable bulge straining at the front of North's pants. It wasn't disgust that Micah felt but cool apathy and perhaps a little curiosity, like he were touching a rock with an interesting surface or a seat with surprisingly smooth fabric. Either way, it was not pleasant and Micah gave North another icy regard, the smile that touched his eyes and lips vanished. "You really are predictable, Mr. Sigurd."
With that, defeat. With that, at North's behest or no, Micah pressed his fingers against the hardness that greeted him. With unwritten nerves, and surprise that lightly tugged his brows, the man was far bigger than he appeared, and the Military-grade pants he wore did not do proper justice to his size.
Consciously aware of how far the scalpel had clattered to the floor, Micah leaned forward, surrendering himself. He was caught, for while he clung to advantage over the other with a desk between them, up close and tangoing with strength, the doctor was horribly outmatched. The doctor had accounted for North's rejection, his possible death to the Major's rage, but something like this had breached all realms of understanding.
His strokes began to grow more controlled, purposeful, perhaps even teasing, as he wrapped his mind around the situation. His touch, becoming carnal in nature, did not reflect to cold gaze Micah wore, the unperturbed analytical expression of something that watched and did not feel. A gaze drawn to the bloodied nick in North's cheek, that miniscule victory.
"So, you feel pleasure here, then? Should I conclude that one way to best whatever the hell you are is to stroke it off?"
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He hears the man's rapid heartbeat as it picks up pace — barely noticeable, but to the Level V Infected, it was like the change between a sprinkling of rain and a storm. He enjoys how their close proximity seems to set the other man on edge, even if he's very good at keeping an otherwise cool facade. Hell, the wrinkled expression of distaste on the other man's face is enough to encourage the Major to keep going. He's winning this little song and dance that started out as blackmail, and foolishly he finds thrill in it.
Micah remarks that North is really predictable, and the Major lets out a cool laugh, showing off all his teeth as he does so. Almost like a threat.
“I find that to be a charm of my personality, don't you, doc?” Norths questions the man with a grin and a throaty moan as the doctor's fingers find purchase on his still-covered dick.
Surprisingly enough, he doesn't even have to encourage the man any further once he gets going. The doctor's hand begins to move methodically up and down, and while clinical and almost robotic in its motions, North still gets the friction he desires. He's hardening beneath his pants, the tight material constraining over a part of him that demands to be free — to feel the hot embrace of the man's hands without any kind of barrier. The Major puts on a good show with a roll of his hips and a hungry snarl that sounds more bestial than human, his eyes never once wavering from Micah's face.
Micah's question draws a huff of laughter from North's mouth. For the first time, the Infected begins to wonder if this is Micah's first time. He seems so unsure about the whole exchange, treating it as though it were just an ordinary medical procedure and not a superior officer sexually harassing a poor scientist. North grins, snaking out his tongue to lick at the tips of his canines. Sensual. Hungry.
“Believe me, doc, there are much better ways to best whatever the hell I am,” he muses with a huff of laughter, using the man's words against him. “I'm simply going easy on you. Come now, you can't honestly believe this is it? A sloppy handjob over clothes?” North gives a small tsk as if berating the man, before he suddenly reaches down with both hands to swiftly undo his Military-issued belt and pull down the zipper of his pants. Without missing a beat, a lone hand digs beneath layers of clothes and finally pulls his hardened cock out, a small moan as cool air rushes over the heated organ.
“Much better,” North purrs in a dark voice as he once more encourages Micah to return his hands to his source of pleasure — this time allowing the man to have a more hands on experience. Precum already drools from his dick, glistening silver showing off the piercing he has in his most intimate area.
At North's question, that was quite obviously rhetorical, Micah could feel the dread wash over him and barely found enough time to retract his hand before North pulled himself out of his jeans. Micah was correct in that North was large, impressively so. The red tip of his cock glared at him angrily, as precum leaked out of it, glinting in the dim light of Micah's office.
Micah thought back to Sarah. The way her eyes twinkled when North spoke to her, like the Major had captured her under a spell and could have charmed her to do anything he wanted. How she would have gladly sunk to her knees before North, beg to see the large organ before him attached to an equally impressive body. Micah could only think- why?. He'd seen his own member when he looked down in the shower, had seen others brandished by worst looking men. Yet he could not help but think the thing before him looking ugly, thick vein blood creeping under silken skin, like an arm engorged with blood.
The doctor was aware that he was completely out of his element and it showed in the unsteady look on his features, the way his hands hesitantly reached forward and gripped the base of the Major's cock, so Micah could peer down into the tiny black hole at the top. He started to stroke the man's cock, the natural lubrication of precum fighting against the friction of his dry palm. It could not have been entirely pleasant for the other, as Micah's grip grew a little too tight and a little too dry, but the doctor was oblivious to it, going about the motions as if it were routine. If Micah could have showed less enthusiasm, he would have.
His hand was growing tired, unused to motions that were not small and precise. His eyes kept flickering up, trying to gauge whether the Major was close to coming or not, even glancing at the digital clock on his desk to determine whether he needed to be somewhere soon. Micah was unused to the feeling of impatience, but nothing could have felt more monotonous than this.
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North watches the man before him with pursed lips, his face falling into a sense of calm that didn't give away what he was really thinking beneath the surface. A sharp gaze, that watches with the intensity of a predator, taking in each and every movement the doctor made — the emotions that flitted across the clinical man's face.
The Major liked partaking in carnal activities. He was rather known for it — but this? This wasn't any fun. If he had to be honest, it was downright lousy, and he was almost regretting asking the other man for a handjob in the first place. Skin pulled uncomfortably, and if he was anything other than what he was, it probably would have been painful as well. A small wince flickers across his face for only a second before it's gone again. His body desperately chases after that feeling of pleasure that splashes across him every now and then when Micah's hands stroke his cock just right, but not even the precum drooling from the tip can save the man.
It's not surprise really when North suddenly throws his head backwards so that it bumps against the top of his chair, letting out an annoyed groan in the process. When he finally lifts his head again, there's a very subtle shift in the way he looks down on the man in front of him.
“I never thought I'd be saying this with someone else's hand on my dick, but I'm bored doc. Damn, even virgins are better at this than you are,” he muses with a curdling sneer that makes his displeasure known. Truth be told he didn't know if the doctor himself was a virgin or not, but North didn't find any enjoyment in this — which, unknown to the human, put the man in a very dangerous position. When North couldn't satisfy one hunger... Well, let's just say there was another way he could get some entertainment out of this. Eyes flickered down to observe the man's neck for a moment before he suddenly reached out and snagged Micah's lab coat with a rough hand.
“You'll never get your sample at this rate, so let's try something else,” he grins ferally with a laugh, before he suddenly uses his hold to force Micah down onto his knees in front of North. “Use your mouth instead — and try not to bite me, hmm?” His words are almost sweet, but there's a threat behind them as a lone finger suddenly lifts to trace along the man's jugular vein. The words remain unspoken, but they echo loudly in his own mind: Or I might have to bite you back.
The doctor heard the exasperated groan, felt the man's hips hitch at the few moments where the skin of his fingers glide smoothly across the velvety surface. Micah ducked his head down, trying to hide the satisfied grin that toyed at the corners of his mouth. Any further annoyance, and maybe the Major would call it off- then Micah could part ways and perhaps preserve and study some skin samples that rubbed between his fingerprints- or, even better, a stray pubic hair that clung to his-
So let's try something else.
Micah should have anticipated it, the calculations running through that remote, unfeeling part of his head, but he could barely contain his shock as he was forced down to his knees in between the Major's sprawled legs. Now her felt more helpless, under the mercy of the Major's blue glare, kneeling and scrunched up awkwardly given that he was tall and lanky. He did not let his eyes betray his mind's target, but he could not keep the memory of scalpel from it. It couldn't have been far. Based on where Micah had heard the thing clatter to the ground, it was somewhere under his desk- if only he could clandestinely reach for it.
That was wishful thinking. Sigurd's predatory eyes engulfed every action Micah took, from the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, to the slight part of his lips when the doctor's gaze fell to Sigurd's sizable cock. His hand rose to his face to instinctively adjust his glasses- he remembered they had been knocked from his face earlier.
Damn.
Micah ignored (or at least tried to) the lone finger running tenderly up his throat and leaned forward. Again, he met the task with an analytical assessment in his mind, though his efforts were focused on ending the torment as soon as possible rather than providing any sort of pleasure for the other party. He gripped the base of Sigurd's cock, a little too roughly, and, slowly, inched himself forward, to where he could stare into its aggressively angry tip.
Breath through the nose. A small voice echoed in his head, probably from his earlier explorations of his sexuality. Tentatively, he speared his tongue out of his mouth and testily licked the top of Sigurd's cock head. The smell and taste overwhelmed him, and the shock and disgust ran through him in shivers.
Wide jaw. They like that. Again, he licked the tip, though he did not pull back this time. Instead, he opened his mouth and took the cock head into it. It was salty with sweat and precum, and as he was forced to breath through his nostrils, the musky smell of Sigurd inundated over him. Yet the doctor persisted, released the head, then took Sigurd in again, only this time Micah swallowed his member all the way down to the base. The curl of Sigurd's hair tickled Micah's nose.
Slow, steady strokes. Micah moved his head up, his wet lips providing an excellent suction. The veiny skin glistened as Micah's mouth reached the head of the cock. And then it was swallowed again. Micah repeated this, with about the same enthusiasm as before, but with an applied technical prowess.
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Predatory in his very nature, North loves the way Micah seems to falter now that he's down on his knees, very much exposed to the hungry gaze of the man towering over him. But it doesn't last long, as Micah's quick to get on with his analytical motions, clearly determined enough for a sample that he doesn't even hesitate to grab North's dick. North encourages the man with a throaty growl as a pink tongue leaves the doctor's mouth, lapping at his slit and encouraging precum to dribble out. It's a hot sight — messy hair plastered to the man's face, who all but seems almost bored with what he's doing — and yet he clearly knows what to do.
It's only a second before Micah's jaw unhinges and swallows down North's cock with expertise that made it clear he's done this before. North lets himself savour the feeling of being given a blowjob, as he finally closes his head and lets his head fall back. Micah applies suction as his head bobs up and down, tongue running across the smooth shaft and playing with North's piercing. While not done with gusto, it's still enough that warm pleasure finally begins to spread through North's body. Every now and then he lets out a breathy moan, but he finally gives himself over to pleasure.
“Yes, just like that, take it all the way in,” a deep and hungry growl leaves North's lips, the only warning he gives before he curls his fingers in Micah's long locks and shoves him down on his cock. A tight, wet heat engulfs North's cock as it's shoved to the very back of Micah's throat, and North doesn't even hide the thick, husky moan that leaves him at the feeling. His tight grasp keeps the doctor's head down, regardless of if the man begins to struggle or not — truthfully, if he did, North would enjoy the convulsing of his throat around his dick that much more. Hips buck, forcing himself even further into the man — if that was even possible at this point — and he feels a telltale heat pool in his groin. North's gaze rests on Micah's face, tongue licking at his own lower lip.
He doesn't warn the man as he does it, just suddenly pulls Micah completely off his wet cock. A shiver rolls down his spine as cool air meets his exposed member now, encased by his free hand as he gives himself another good pump or two for good measure — then cums all over Micah's face. White ropes of cum splash over the man's face as North rubs himself to completion, a groan leaving him as he finishes.
“There's your sample for you, doc,” North breaths out in a husky tone, a thumb lifting to scoop up a bit of cum that dripped down near Micah's mouth. Seductive — although, at this point, looks more mocking than anything — he lifts his thumb to his mouth and laps at his own cum, a devilish grin plastered across his face now. It happens so fast it's almost hard to believe, but for a split second it almost looks as though his eyes glow yellow. But it's gone as soon as it appears, and any rational being would assume it was just a trick of the light... Right?
Rough fingers intertwined with his tawny curls, and before he could resist, he was pushed down to the base of North's cock. The smell of musk engulfed him, as his nose was shoved into the bush of pubes, and the small metal ball at the end of his shaft tickled cold at the back of his throat. Micah could go the whole way, he had been tempted to just to shorten the unpleasing experience, but this was sudden and against his own will. So he sputtered and coughed and struggled against that strong, Military-disciplined hand, going so far as to grab it by the wrist and try to pry it off, but it would not relent. He was robbed of breath, of that stale office smell, and left the sweat and substance of this creature that, right now, glared down at him with an air of victory.
It went on for what felt like eternity, like the last moments of his life as his head began to swim and his vision blurred. His throat contracted around North's cock, undulating as it desperately sucked in air, any bit of air, before Micah's nostrils flared and he inhaled as much of that raw smell that he could. He gagged, causing his muscles to squeeze around the thick shaft in his mouth, and the process went on.
Until that hand pulled him rough by his curls off of North's cock, held his head up as the doctor had little energy or control to keep from all but slumping to the floor and that angry, glimmering, red, thick member spurted hot, white cream over his face and in his mouth, which was open and gasping for breath. The air was filled with Micah's pants and North's groans.
The doctor was left on his knees, hands on his thighs and head bowed, curls grazing the top of his sweating forehead. He dared not look at North, not year, and stared as a dribble of the major's cooling cum dripped onto his fingers.
His sample. Won through sweat and maybe even a tear.
Micah tilted his head back then, to meet North's gaze, reeling at the triumph he thought flickered in them. Melted, golden triumph. Without a word, he got up from his knees, reached back onto his desk and wiped the cum off with a rag, a little too roughly so it left his face slightly flushed. Then, with a deliberate, calm movement that looked a tad too rigid to indicate comfort (though when did Micah ever relax?), he gripped his glasses by its slender temples and slid it onto his face.
"Glad we've reached an agreement," he muttered stiffly, before he maneuvered himself behind his desk and sat in his rolling chair. He looked up at the major, features tight, eyes cold, unfeeling and dismissive. "That will be all."
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Stoic and clinical as always, the man on his knees before him barely even flinches as the cum splatters his face. A hard-earned reward for what the Infected had put him through in order to get the sample he had wanted. But North came out of the agreement satisfied, and that's all that mattered to the Military Major. The grin never once drops from his face as he finally tucks himself back into his pants, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he watches the scientist stagger to his feet before walking back around to the other side of his desk. Their eyes meet for a final time as Micah informs him there was nothing more he needed from the man.
North gives him a curious once-over, grin spreading further once more at the ruffled sight of the man's hair — long locks that had, just seconds previous, been grasped between North's fingers. Was that really all? Well... Not if he had anything to do with it. But then again, a niggling feeling in the back of his mind warned him that he shouldn't get close to the man again. He had, after all, started this entire thing out by threatening a man in power.
“If you say so,” North finally purrs out his answer, a suggestive hint embedded in his words. “You know where I am if you need any more... Samples.” He's audacious enough to wink at his final word, before he pulls himself to his full height and leaves without another word, Military coat fluttering behind him as his long strides take him out of the man's room with ease. Now... Where was that pretty secretary he'd talked to earlier?
Revealing the Monster Within
Posted 08-18-2021, 08:20 AM
This post was last modified: 08-18-2021, 08:20 AM by Micah Scofield
