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A Passion Born Of Ice & Flame	By : WW2_Lover Category: G through L > Hogan's Heroes Views: 751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of these characters, ANY part of this series, or make ANY money from Hogan's Heroes. I'm just borrowing them for a little while. The disclaimer applies to all chapters of this story.

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Any words with a * in front of them are lines directly from the show.

Luftwaffe = The German name for their Air Force
Dummkopf = Idiot
Danke = Thank you
Kommandant = Commander
Mein Gott = My God
Bitte = Please

Turning a bad day into a good night…
It’d been two months since they’d finally admitted how they felt to one another, with summer starting to wind down now that it was the end of August. And Hogan couldn’t have been happier about that part of his life. Being as neither one of them wanted to see anyone else, they’d decided to date exclusively each other while they figured out where to go from here. Reluctantly, he’d written his mother a letter informing her of the news so he wouldn’t have to hear her gloat on the phone.
The letter he’d gotten back had been a normal letter, at least on one side of the paper. On the other side, four words written in all capital letters – and underlined twice – took up the entire page: ‘I told you so!’
He still hadn’t received a response from Carter yet, but his mom had told him in her letter that the U.S. Postal Service had been having a lot of problems lately. He just figured it’d show up sooner or later.
Being as they were still saving up money to buy a car – and they’d had to give back their loaner one – they’d been getting a ride to and from their job site. At least they were able to borrow a vehicle twice a month to go shopping. The nearest store was a mile away, and that was a decent walk when one was carrying groceries and other items.
Besides that, they were both the type of people who preferred to save money rather than spend it, so the fund was growing quickly. They had enough to get a car by the end of this month too, as long as nothing unexpected happened.
Not surprisingly, General Walters had given orders to have paired him and Klink together as a team all the time when they’d first working. Which was great and all normally, but today had been the exception. Klink had been needed somewhere else due to a language barrier, so Hogan had been paired with somebody else for the day.
The officer in question had been an American lieutenant colonel by the name of Josh Richards, who’d been a complete asshole. There were a few times when Hogan had debated knocking him out cold and stashing him somewhere behind the rubble for the day, but he’d managed to restrain himself for two reasons. The first one was that he wanted to keep his job and not be arrested for assault. The second one was that when Richards had run his mouth the first time, his behind had still been warmed up from the reminder spanking he’d received that morning.
The former senior POW officer had requested to receive them twice a day – every day – two days after they’d come clean to each other regarding their feelings. Whether his self-appointed disciplinarian thought he was an oddball or not didn’t matter overly much to him, but the results did.
He’d long since found that they helped keep him focused and on track, which made things run far more smoothly for him. He’d also never been gladder for that foresight than he’d been today. Without it, he would’ve been sitting in a jail cell right now, instead of on the couch in his pajamas after a shower.
He was waiting to hear the sound of their ride dropping Klink off, which he hadn’t heard so far. So it was a shock when the sound he finally heard was one of the key in the lock instead. Then the door opened, revealing his boyfriend after he’d stepped inside. His uniform was dirty from a hard day’s work, and he appeared to be highly agitated for some reason.
“Hi, Will. How’d you get home so quick when you were supposed to be working late tonight? Our ride dropped me off earlier, but they’re not due back to pick you up for another half-hour,” Hogan asked curiously.
“Hello, Rob. I know that, yet I have already told them not to bother with it. I preferred to walk home tonight instead as I needed to clear my head,” Klink explained, closing the door behind him and locking it.
Giving his friend the hairy eyeball, Hogan remarked, “You walked home? But that’s three miles! Are you nuts?”
“You seem to forget, troublemaker, that I am a member of the Luftwaffe. Three miles was what we walked each day if the drill instructor was feeling generous. Typically, it was five miles instead, in addition to the usual things one learns in boot camp,” the former Kommandant informed him.
Hogan grimaced. “Geez, that’s a long way to walk every day. Anyways, why’d you need to clear your head? Are you feeling okay?” he asked in a concerned tone of voice.
“Other than being addicted to you? Yes. That is another reason why I decided to walk home, to rid myself of those addictive feelings. That way, I could experience them anew for the first time when I got here,” said Klink with a small smile.
“Aww. That’s sweet of you, love,” responded the American. “So how was work where you were at today? I know you were needed elsewhere because somebody only spoke a little bit of German, but that’s all I was told before you were yanked away from my side.”
“I have had a bad day, due to the fact that American officer I was working alongside was an utter dummkopf. He did not speak only a little bit of German, Rob. He did not speak any German. How can one not speak a word of German when they are stationed in Germany? I do not understand that at all,” the older man replied, sounding frustrated at the very concept.
“Ouch, that had to have been rough,” Hogan said before he filled his friend in on how his day had gone.
“So other than wanting to clear your head, why’d you walk home? Or did you just want some exercise?” he asked.
“Exercise was only a side benefit. I also walked home because I had no desire to snap at you in anger on accident,” said Klink. “Being in a foul mood because someone else made me angry is no excuse for that.”
“I appreciate – oof!” grunted the younger man as he was slammed into the wall. When he felt Klink’s tongue caress his lips, he parted them to enjoy a French kiss with his friend-turned-boyfriend.
“Well, this evening is off to a promising start,” Hogan remarked once they’d come up for air, giving the tall German his lopsided grin.
“I’ve got to tell you though, my butt being warmed up by the ‘reminder’ spanking you gave me before we went to work today was the only thing that kept my temper in check with Richards. After all, I didn’t want a punishment one later on when you inevitably found out that I did something stupid,” the younger general stated sheepishly. “I knew as soon you learned of said incident, I’d be in trouble the moment we got home.”
“I will admit that you are slowly learning discipline, which is very good. But how would I ever learn of anything like that? It is not as if anybody else would inform me of such a thing,” inquired his self-appointed disciplinarian in a curious tone, wondering how his troublemaker had come to that conclusion.
“You’d hear it directly from me, because I’d feel guilty and end up spilling the beans about it anyways. I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut about anything around you when I know that I’ve messed up. I used to be an excellent liar until we began this arrangement, and now those skills have gone totally out the window,” his brat replied with an annoyed huff.
With a grin and a shrug, Klink said, “Either way, that works for me. But tell me, love, how would you feel about erotic torture as a form of stress relief for you tonight? Er…you do know what that is, correct?”
Hogan had been busy willing away his erection while the German officer was talking, the same way he’d been doing several times a day since the first day of summer. Thus it was no surprise when he only heard some of what had been asked of him, so he frowned as he cocked his head.
“Could you repeat that, please? I know I had to have missed something, because all I heard were the words ‘torture’ and ‘stress relief,” he said.
“You missed almost all of that, Rob. Do try and pay attention this time,” his boyfriend admonished him before he repeated the questions.
Sighing, Hogan replied, “I don’t know what that is, so I’m not sure how I’d feel about it. What’s ‘erotic torture’?”
With a smirk, Klink told him. “Erotic torture is the art of teasing your partner unmercifully. You do not stop or give the other one any chance to recover, not until they climax at least twice in a relatively short period of time. All in one night, of course. You should also know that I happen to be quite accomplished at performing it. Does that sound like something you would like to try tonight?”
Nodding slowly as the vivid X-rated visions flashed in his mind, his mouth went dry as the former senior POW officer croaked out, “Hell yes. Where did you learn that type of thing?”
“I have many skills of which you do not know about, Rob. And believe me, I will enjoy demonstrating all of them to you in time,” his self-appointed disciplinarian responded before he swatted him once on the butt.
SMACK!
“You should know by now to watch your mouth, little one,” he added.
“Sorry,” Hogan apologized. “The swear words still slip out on occasion.”
Klink looked him up and down slowly, nodding slightly when he came to a decision. “I will see if I can fix that that by leaving you speechless. Now, kindly go up to our storage room to wait for me while I shower and change. I will join you shortly.”
“You got it, Will,” responded the American general, beginning to climb the stairs. He wasn’t sure quite what to expect from this ‘erotic torture’ tonight, but it was already shaping up to be interesting.
When he reached the room in question, he made his way to the bed and sat down on it. Then he took a good look around while he waited for his boyfriend. There was a chair near the bed, presumably for Klink to sit on while he was doing whatever he decided to do. And there was a nightstand and a lamp as well, of course.
But other than those things, the only other furniture was a medium-sized wooden chest in the corner. The wood was painted a light blue, which made sense since blue in general was the main color of the Luftwaffe. Judging by what he could see of the chest from his current position, it appeared to be made out of oak.
Yet footsteps on the stairs distracted him from his thoughts, and he could only conclude that his friend took the world’s fastest showers. Well, he’s an officer just like me, he thought. We do tend to move pretty quickly when we feel it’s necessary.
As the German officer entered the room, Hogan let out a low groan. He was dressed in only a pair of his colonel’s uniform pants and a pair of jackboots again. The mere sight of that outfit caused his cock to become very interested all of a sudden.
“Is there something wrong, Rob?” inquired Klink, raising his eyebrows at the sound.
“Yeah, you’re not playing fair at all,” the younger man responded. “If you’re going to be dressed like that, you just made your ‘erotic torture’ thing a lot easier for yourself.”
The former Kommandant smiled. “Yes, I deduced the fact that you thought I looked nice the night you said I should go to the Hofbrau dressed this way to attract a woman, and again the day after you kissed me. So I thought I would see if you still felt the same way…or if you had changed your mind.”
Grinning, Hogan told him, “I didn’t change my mind, love. However, the phrase ‘finger-licking delicious’ applies to you right now.”
“Danke,” replied Klink, puffing out his chest out like a peacock.
Hogan rolled his eyes at the semi-familiar sight but said nothing else, choosing instead to wait for some more details about tonight’s game.
“Since you are not familiar with this sort of thing, I shall explain my end goal for tonight. Well, it is actually the end goal any time we do this. But let us take it one evening at a time,” his boyfriend chuckled.
“I can honestly say that you’ve got my complete attention right now,” remarked the American. He was taking in the visual feast for his eyes – and trying not to drool – while he listened.
“The goal I have in mind is for you to scream my name at least once at the time of your climax,” Klink explained calmly, like that was something a person would say at any other time. “Preferably more, but once is the minimum requirement during each time you are granted some relief. Or else...”
Raising his eyebrows when his friend trailed off, Hogan asked, “Or else what?”
“I will continue to tease you relentlessly, causing you to orgasm repeatedly until you ache from doing it so much in a short period of time. And then I will do it still again until you get it right,” Klink stated.
Hogan considered those words for a minute. Being as he didn’t believe that the older man could back up his claim, he decided to take it as a challenge. “Oh, okay. Is there anything else I should know?”
“Yes. You are to be fully nude and restrained on the bed, of course, but you will be lying on your back. The fact that you will be helpless to stop me in any way is what makes it so fun. And it will force you to give up that control you hold onto so tightly, Rob,” explained the former Kommandant, sounding almost giddy about the whole concept.
“In addition to that, it should also bring about a rather nice emotional release. Or you will become exhausted from everything that happens to you. Either way, you will de-stress eventually. My job is to provide that for you tonight, while yours is to lie there and enjoy it. Oh, and you need to call out the word ‘red’ if there is something that you truly do not like. That is everything I can think of,” he added with a shrug.
“So get naked, lie down, let you tie me up, relax and enjoy what you’re doing, call out your name at least once during my climax, and call out the word ‘red’ if you do something I can’t stand,” the former senior POW officer summarized with a smile. “Did I get everything right?”
“Yes. Do you have a problem with any of that?” Klink asked.
“Nope. I think it’s kinky as all get-out, but I’m willing to give it a shot,” Hogan confirmed with a wink.
With a wicked smile, the tall German told him, “Excellent. After all, this is supposed to be a pleasant experience. Other than calling out that word for something, you will be completely at my mercy tonight.”
“I can’t wait,” admitted Hogan, returning the smile. “This sounds like a lot of fun.”
“It will be,” his boyfriend promised. “Now remove your clothing and get on the bed while I gather what I need to do this.”
“Yes sir,” said Hogan cheekily before he began to remove his clothes. He could honestly say he’d never played a game like this before. But it was still shaping up to be an interesting evening anyways!

The first round of pleasure…
Once his brat was on the bed and completely restrained, Klink grabbed the things he’d grabbed out of wooden chest before he took his time enjoying the view. Hogan was tied spread-eagle on his back, already half-hard. Yet he became fully erect when he saw his boyfriend appear to glide toward him, clearly indicating that he was enjoying what he was seeing.
“My word, you do seem to have a problem here,” Klink said in a husky voice before he touched the American’s member. “I think I should do something about this. Perhaps I can even help you take care of it. What say you, Rob?”
Hogan nodded when he looked up at the older general. Then he said confidently, “I think I’ve gotta agree with you there. And while you can do whatever you like to me, you should also know that I’m not so easily broken.”
He’d already decided while they’d been talking that he would try to avoid making any sounds of pleasure at all until he came. While he wasn’t sure if he’d succeed or not, it was worth a try. And talking wasn’t a sound of pleasure. Based on the rules he’d set for himself tonight, he could still ask questions.
“You are going to do this the hard way, then?” inquired the German as the wicked smile returned.
“Maybe. Then again, maybe not,” Hogan replied, his tone one of non-commitment.
“Ah, excellent. I was hoping you would do that, since it makes things far more fun for me,” Klink remarked with a low chuckle.
Hogan’s eyes widened slightly when his boyfriend picked up a faux fur boa. “So, what are you going to do with that?”
“You will see soon enough,” his self-appointed disciplinarian responded, the chuckle turning into an evil laugh. Then he draped it between Hogan’s legs and leisurely dragged it upward.
The fur sensitized his skin and caused a zing of pleasure to shoot through him, making Hogan having to bite his lip to keep from making any noise. Somehow, that had both tickled and made him feel good.
“Ah-ah-ah. You do not get to cheat that way, love,” Klink said. Then he shook his head and trailed the fur across his brat’s naked body.
The former senior POW officer squirmed under the touch, fighting to keep from making a sound while he made sure to keep his mouth clamped shut. Damnmit, that really tickled!
“What is the matter? Are you ticklish?” asked the older man after he’d gently fondled Hogan.
“No!” his boyfriend said defiantly, even though that was a complete lie.
“The fur just felt kinda strange, that’s all,” he added, jerking in surprise from having his testicles played with.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I love your stubbornness, Rob? It does make life more interesting,” Klink confessed once he’d set down the fur boa.
“You might have mentioned it once or twice,” Hogan informed him through gritted teeth.
Klink was trailing kisses up his torso now after having begun them right at the pelvic line. Yet his mouth hadn’t touched where he really wanted it to, which was anywhere on his, Robert’s, cock. Said body part was also pressed rigidly up against his belly, being sadly ignored while his boyfriend occupied himself elsewhere.
“Hmmm, are you still biting your lip? You need to stop doing that, troublemaker. I know you like what I am doing to you,” he teased.
Hogan only shook his head in reply. He knew himself well enough to know if he did that, he’d be lost.
“Alright, you asked for it,” growled Klink. He kept his mouth within kissing range and lightly pinched both of Hogan’s nipples, kissing him while he did it in order to swallow the gasp of surprise.
“Give in, love. You will not be able to remain silent anyhow, so relax and enjoy what I am doing to you instead,” suggested his self-appointed disciplinarian. Then he ran his hands along Hogan’s stomach, carefully exploring the muscles there. “It is so not hard to do. And I would also love to hear your cries of pleasure.”
For lack of a better way to express himself, the younger man began to squirm around again. And the squirming only increased when Klink’s slender hands reached his pecs.
“Oh dear, why are you moving around so much? Is there something here that you are afraid I might touch? Something…extra-sensitive, perhaps?” the German general inquired, running the pads of his thumbs over the stiff points on them and smirking.
Hogan pressed his lips together in a thin line to avoid making any noise. Though despite his best efforts to hold it back, a small “Mmmm,” of happiness slipped out anyway.
“Ah, there is something here of that nature,” whispered Klink. “Let me see if I can guess where it is.”
He lowered his head to nibble on Hogan’s neck, thoroughly enjoying the way his brat’s body was reacting to him. And when the former senior POW officer tried to hunch in on himself to protect it, he found that the restraints prevented him from doing so. Klink only chuckled and pressed a kiss to his jawline before heading back to his chest.
“I see that was not the correct area. Never fear, I shall try again,” the older man announced before he licked both of his index finger and thumbs. Then he used them to make sure the nipples were wet with saliva before he blew on each one in turn.
The American bucked wildly in the restraints at the dual sensations of warm and cold, barely managing to hold back a moan.
Shit, that feels amazing! Where’d Will learn all these tricks? he wondered.
“I do believe I am on the right track,” remarked Klink in a thoughtful voice. “Hmmm…I wonder what would happen if I did something else?”
With that, he lowered his head to take one of them in his mouth, sucking and pulling on it with his teeth. Simultaneously, he used his free hand to reach down and run one fingernail along the over-sensitized head of his boyfriend’s member.
Being as he was unable to hold himself back anymore, Hogan cried out, “Oh my God, yes! But pay attention to the rest of my body too, Will. You’re killing me here.”
“Decided to give in at last, have you?” his self-appointed disciplinarian asked in a playful voice. “You did manage to hold out for quite a while, though. I admit to being impressed by your self-control.”
“Never mind being impressed right now, just focus on what you’ve been doing!” moaned the younger general while he thrust his hips upwards. “I need some release!”
“Oh no, no, no. I am in charge of whether or not you find any relief tonight, remember? Just for that demand, I am going to tease you some more before I permit you to orgasm,” Klink informed him with a low laugh.
“No, please! Just let me – ohhhhh,” Hogan groaned.
The tall German had just used his tongue to press on a small bundle of sensitive nerves, the ones right under the head of his cock called the frenulum.
“I take it you liked that? Or would you prefer this instead?” inquired Klink. Then he grinned and took Hogan into his mouth to demonstrate his oral talents.
“Yes, I – ahhhhh! Please, please!” said his troublemaker in frustration. “I’ll cooperate with you next time, I promise!”
“That is admirable, but it is a little late for promises,” the former Kommandant remarked causally once he’d let the firm appendage slip from his mouth.
Being as there was a large temperature difference between the warmth of his mouth and the air in the room, the action made Hogan shudder with pleasure.
“Aaagh! Please give me some relief, Will. Doesn’t your name work for you now? How about a title instead? Love? Honey? Sweetheart? Sir? Just pick one and I’ll call you that instead!” he exclaimed.
“You are so adorable when you beg like this,” Klink told him, sounding entirely too happy about that before he moved away from the younger man’s member. “It makes you sound submissive, which is a very good thing. I do like it when you act that way towards me.”
After hearing that, Hogan took what he’d been told and ran with it. As long as it got him some relief, he really didn’t care what he had to say right now.
“Thank you, sir! Please, have a little bit of mercy on me,” he pleaded.
Damn it all if he wasn’t incredibly turned on right now by what the tall German was doing to him. Who could’ve guessed that Wilhelm Klink’s skills were so refined in the bedroom?
His self-appointed disciplinarian shook his head and picked up the feather duster. “But I have not used this on you yet,” he pointed out. “I would hate to feel like we neglected something in our little game.”
Taking great pride in the fact that he was the reason Hogan was enjoying tormented bliss right now, he briefly fondled the sac again. Then he ran the feather duster all the way up his troublemaker’s body and back down it again slowly. He also made sure to follow every spot it touched with a kiss.
On Hogan’s end, it felt like forever before the pleasurable sensations blinding him faded enough to where he could see again. He was certain that he would die if he didn’t orgasm within the next few seconds. Yet he was still breathing a few minutes later, albeit with an erection to end all erections.
Though he was doing his damnedest to solve that problem, his boyfriend was an expert at dialing back the pleasure right before he could hit that sweet point. And the constant changing of which ‘hot spots’ he focused on kept Hogan from achieving his goal. With no end to their game in sight, he found himself trying to strike a deal before he developed ‘blue balls’.
“Sir, please! I’ll do whatever you want, anything at all! Just please, please let me orgasm!” he mewled pathetically.
He was thrashing around on the bed while he bargained, trying to find a way to solve his latest dilemma. His favorite body part literally ached from being so turned on, which was starting to become painful. And not in a pleasant way either!
“Anything at all, you say?” teased Klink while he pretended to consider those words. “What about if it is something you do not want to do?”
“I don’t care!” the American gasped, bucking his hips again and thrusting against the air. “I’ll do it anyway!”
“Can I hold that favor in reserve for a different time?” asked the older man, his tone still a teasing one.
Then he picked up the fur boa again and ran it lightly under the sac, wondering how desperate his former senior POW officer was to make such an offer.
“YES! Anything you want!” Hogan squealed. His body was beginning to shake from sensory overload, so he needed release before he spontaneously combusted. “Please, please!”
“I suppose since you have been good, I will permit you to climax now,” remarked Klink huskily.
He definitely loved this new side of Hogan that he was seeing. He also decided that he wanted to taste the very essence of his boyfriend when the time arrived. So he took the stiff member into his mouth again, making sure to hum a song that was heavy on the bass.
The combination of having that body part sucked on and the vibrations from the humming tipped him over the edge. Hogan himself wasn’t even sure what he yelled out when he came. He was too busy trying to buck his hips to ride the wave, despite the feel of the German general’s hands holding them down.
Klink felt quite accomplished as he continued to hum. He kept a firm suction around the base, swirling his tongue lightly around the head and swallowing. Once Hogan had finished, he stopped humming and gave a final pull, opening his mouth with a slight popping sound.

Recovery, part one…
Holy hell, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced in my life! Hogan thought.
He felt boneless while he panted for breath. Since he could feel Klink sit down next to him, he tried to look up and focus through fluttering eyelashes.
“Did you have fun?” asked the former Kommandant, wearing an altogether too-smug expression from the reactions he’d gotten via his teasing.
“Yeah,” Hogan croaked. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“No, but it would be an excellent way to go out if I was,” replied Klink with a laugh. “Besides, we already decided that I am either going to keep you around or sell you to the pet store as a breeding stud. Remember that conversation?”
“When I’m on my deathbed, just do that again. I’ll go out with the biggest smile in the world on my face,” his friend mumbled, shutting his eyes while he tried to focus on recovering.
Shaking his head in amusement with the younger man’s idea of an ideal death, Klink stated, “I do hope you have a good heart, however, as you will need it for the second round.”
Hogan’s eyes flew open at the words ‘second round’ as he exclaimed, “Second round? Right now? You really are trying to kill me!”
“No, I am not. But you did not meet the requirement,” his boyfriend explained. “You did not call out my name during your orgasm. Thus, it is now time for round two.”
“What? I called out your name at least once while you were busy trying to give me a heart attack,” Hogan countered. “Pretty sure that counts as attempted murder, even if it was really enjoyable.”
“But did you do it at the peak of everything? That is the important part,” Klink inquired, a smile appearing on his face from his brat’s theatrics.
“I –” The former senior POW officer cut himself off as he tried to remember if he had or not. “I remember yelling out something at that point, but I’m not sure what it was,” he said sheepishly.
“Neither am I, Rob. However, I am certain it was not either ‘Wilhelm’ or ‘Will’, meaning that you forfeit your victory. In other words, prepare yourself for some more fun,” responded the tall German, letting out a wicked laugh and picking up a blindfold.
Hogan looked at it apprehensively, unsure if he should be concerned right now or not. “What’s with the blindfold?”
The older looked into the chocolate brown eyes he found so mesmerizing as he explained what it was for. “When one sense goes out, the other ones become heightened to help compensate for the loss. Things like blindfolds, ear plugs and the like during erotic activities simulate the loss of those senses, enabling us to feel pleasure to a greater degree.”
After considering the concept, the American nodded. Then he obediently lifting his head so the elastic strap could be placed around it. Once his eyes were shrouded in complete darkness, he asked, “Now what?”
Klink traced his jawline softly while he answered the question. “Now we will try this again. I can cause your body to react this way all night long – as I am enjoying myself immensely – even if you cannot handle it for the same amount of time. So you might want to remember what you are supposed to say this time, alright?”
Hogan let out a resigned sigh before saying, “Got it. But if I die from pleasure overload, you get to explain this to my parents.”
Not that he actually thought that he’d die, but fate seemed to like throwing him a curveball. He’d long ago accepted that if something was strange and unusual, it was bound to happen to him sooner or later.

A second round of pleasure…
“I understand, Rob. But you do not have to sound so depressed right now. I assure you that you will not die,” his self-appointed disciplinarian chuckled.
Then he picked up the feather duster again and ran it along Hogan’s inner thigh.
“Eeep! That tickles,” the younger general squeaked, jerking in surprise.
“Ah, my mistake. The feathers were not supposed to do that,” Klink informed him, running it along the head of his member instead. “Does it still tickle?”
“Mmmm, no. It actually feels really good,” Hogan admitted.
The former Kommandant watched the limp appendage he was looking at become fully erect again in front of his eyes and commented, “You have a very hasty recovery time, love.”
“Thanks, it’s always been – ahhhhh,” said Hogan, cutting himself off with a moan when Klink decided to mess with his frenulum again.
Changing the target of his erotic assault, the older officer set down the feather duster. Using one fingernail to lightly graze the head again, he successfully elicited a twitch from the American’s cock. Afterwards, he gently rolled Hogan’s balls in one hand and stroked the skin of his inner thigh with the other one.
“That’s pretty nice,” his former senior POW officer complimented him, squirming just a little bit when he spoke.
“If you can still form coherent words, I am not doing my job correctly,” Klink remarked before he stopped what he was doing. Then he picked up the fur boa and nibbled on Hogan’s neck. Even though his troublemaker tried to become a turtle impersonator again when he did so, the attempt failed just as the one before it had.
“Ohhhhh, no! Not my neck,” Hogan requested as he squirmed around. “It’s sensitive, you know.”
“I am aware of that,” replied Klink, flicking his boyfriend’s nipple with his tongue instead. “So is this,” he whispered huskily.
“Aaagh, that’s even worse!” groaned the American general. “Don’t be a tease, Will.”
“I do believe I prefer to be called something else, and that is not it,” Klink told him. “Try again, or I will leave you tied up to suffer in this state while I watch you from afar.”
“That’s blackmail!” his brat protested, trying to push upwards with his chest muscles despite the protest. Though unlike his hips, they didn’t have that kind of range.
The older man became perfectly still and responded, “I am waiting for you to make up your mind, Rob. You should also know that I do not have much patience, so decide quickly.”
“Okay, okay! Don’t be a tease, sir,” Hogan amended.
“Much better. Now, I believe that you wanted me to be a tease? I can do that,” said Klink playfully. He had misunderstood what his boyfriend had said on purpose, running the boa over one nipple while he used his mouth to play with the other one.
“That’s not what I – yesssss,” moaned Hogan. Damn, the pleasure was already starting to build throughout his body from Klink’s actions. “More, more!”
The tall German gave a dirty chuckle. “Demanding tonight, I see,” he remarked. Then he shifted his focus to sucking on the one the boa had been teasing, running his fingers up the American’s shaft while he did it.
“No! Go back to where you were,” Hogan said desperately.
Well, it seemed like the former Kommandant was bound and determined to tease him mercilessly yet again. He’d thought Klink was going to grant him a quick climax this time, but apparently not.
“I do not think that I will right now,” the older general told him before he gave his boyfriend a kiss.
“Sir, please!” Hogan said. “That’s not very nice of you!”
“I never claimed I was nice to begin with, my love. You are the one who keeps claiming that, not me,” Klink pointed out, running his hands and the boa along his troublemaker’s stomach muscles again.
The younger man groaned, thrashing about in pleasurable agony. Being as he was having the most fun he’d had in a long while, Klink went down on his boyfriend again. And he made sure that the boa caressed his testicles while he did it. The combined effect caused Hogan to begin begging for release once more.
“Let me climax, please!” he pleaded.
Klink ran his fingers lightly along his brat’s neck and responded, “No. I am enjoying myself far too much at the moment to let that happen yet.”
Hogan squirmed in the restraints even more, making various noises of enjoyment and putting his chest right where Klink had hoped he would. Then he pinched both nipples at the same time, drawing a gasp from Hogan.
“Yes, yes!” the American cried out, his voice showcasing the ecstasy that he was experiencing.
“I am going to assume by that eloquent comment that you are enjoying yourself as well,” Klink commented wryly while he continued to tease and torment his former senior POW officer. “Tell me exactly what you would like, Rob.”
“An orgasm…more of what you were just doing…I don’t even know!” Hogan replied, sounding frustrated from being denied any relief so far. “Just do something!”
“You do not know? How can you not know?” Klink asked him, deciding that maybe he’d better give his boyfriend’s neglected cock some attention for a change.
“I…can’t…think….ohhhhh,” Hogan gritted out, his sentence turning into a happy sigh when the older general slowly began to move his head up and down.
Klink stopped playing with his brat at that point long enough to consider his next move. “I could just leave you like this, come to think of it. All tied up and helpless, on the brink of an orgasm but unable to find any release. Then I can see for myself just how well you can ‘will away’ an erection. It might be fun. Well, for me,” he stated, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
“No, don’t do that to me,” protested his troublemaker as he thrust his hips upward, trying desperately to make his body touch Klink’s mouth in some way.
“Why not, love? You are the one who told me it was a new ability of yours. I merely want to make sure that your skills stay sharp,” his boyfriend replied in a casual tone. Then he made sure that he was just out of Hogan’s reach before his smile morphed a grin.
“And once you have your erection about halfway gone, I can torment you some more until you are right back to where you are now. Over and over, until you do not know your own name anymore. What do you think of that plan?” he inquired, lightly licking the head of the American’s member.
Hogan squirmed like mad in the restraints, the light flick of Klink’s tongue already driving him up the wall when he answered.
“That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard! Please, let me climax,” he begged pitifully. “I’ve tried to behave for you, haven’t I?”
“True,” his self-appointed disciplinarian conceded in a thoughtful tone. “But you have also been very stubborn tonight. At first you did not want to even acknowledge the pleasure I was giving you. Then you refused to do as you were instructed the last time you came.”
Moving upward, he took satisfaction in Hogan’s frustrated growl while he nibbled on the younger general’s neck. Then he tweaked his boyfriend’s nipples again and said playfully, “Still, I am a fair man. I will give you another chance to cooperate with me.”
He’d previously observed that they seemed to be a weak spot for his brat. Weak spots meant an advantage for him, something to be exploited as much as possible. “But only one, love. If you fail to obey my directions this time, I will follow through with the previously stated idea. Does that sound fair to you?”
“Yes, yes! Whatever you say, sir!” wailed Hogan.
“Somehow, I had a feeling you might agree with me,” teased Klink, giving the younger man a quick kiss and removing the blindfold. “Alright, alright. I shall grant your request just this one time. Do make certain that I can hear you say my name, however, or it does not count. Understood, Rob?”
Mewling and blinking at the sudden light that hit his eyes, the former senior POW officer replied, “Yes, just please! Don’t leave me hanging like this.”
Klink gave no verbal reply to his boyfriend, opting instead to give a physical one. Returning to the main source of Hogan’s frustration, he swirled his tongue around the head of the shaft again. Enjoying the pleasured moans his actions were causing, he pressed a slender finger on the frenulum before moving his hand to firmly jerk the shaft itself a few times.
Hogan’s eyes rolled back in his head, the rough motion causing the remainder of his self-control to be shredded. “Wilhelm!” he cried out, bucking his hips while the orgasm ripped through him in waves. “Oh my God, Wilhelm, yes! Yes!”

Recovery, part two…
Smirking, Klink sat back and watched the show until it was over. Then he undid the restraints so that his troublemaker could move again. “Danke. Always good to know that my skills are appreciated.”
Looking exceptionally pleased with himself, he laid down on the bed facing his brat and asked, “I take it you enjoyed yourself both times, my love?”
“Uh-huh,” Hogan slurred. He knew he probably sounded like he was drunk, but he didn’t care. “Wow. Where did you learn to do all of that?”
“I have many skills in the bedroom. I may not be good at anything else other than this and being a pilot, but I have never had a complaint yet,” the older general informed him with a shrug. And for once, he didn’t appear to be bragging.
“I can see why, because I’m not complaining either. That was super intense,” Hogan told him, still slurring his words slightly. After feeling something poking him in the hip, he looked down and smiled when he saw what it was. “Would you like some assistance with your ‘problem’?”
His boyfriend gave him a soft smile before inquiring, “That depends. Do you think you can handle taking care of me tonight?”
Hogan considered that for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Um, that is as soon as I remember how to walk again. But hopefully I should be okay in a few minutes.”
“Remember how to walk again? The pleasure could not have been anything you have not had done to you before, Rob,” the tall German stated, wearing a bewildered expression. “You have said before that you are – were, I suppose – a ladies’ man. Are you trying to tell me none of the women you have been intimate with were able to do what I just did?”
“Uh…no,” replied the former senior POW officer with a shrug. “As to your other statement, you literally made my eyes roll back in my head both times. You’re lucky I’m not permanently cross-eyed now,” he chuckled.
“Oh,” said Klink as he nodded. “That is good to know. But do not feel as if you need to return the favor this evening if you cannot handle it. There will be other nights for us to have fun as well.”
Recovered enough by now to sit up, Hogan gave him a knowing smile. “And lose out on the chance for revenge? I don’t think so, Will. But it was a nice try.”
The older man shook his head in amusement. “I was afraid of that. Have I ever told you that you are silly, my troublemaker?”
“Maybe on a few occasions here and there. But this troublemaker is gonna make you scream his name in pleasure now. Which, for this particular occasion, is Robert. Not Rob,” Hogan said confidently.
“You sound quite sure of yourself, love,” Klink remarked as he rolled his eyes.
“Look, I might not have ever been with a man before, but I’m a quick study,” replied his brat. “If nothing else, I know what makes me feel good. It can’t be that hard to mimic, right?”
“What?” asked the former Kommandant in astonishment after he’d sat up. “I thought you said that you were bisexual.”
“I am. I usually like women more than men, but I’ve still never done anything more than kiss a man,” Hogan confessed.
“Why not?” Klink inquired. “Most people who are bisexual have done more than simply kiss the same gender.”
“Well, besides liking the same gender being illegal and all, relationships usually lead to sex. I always figured that sodomy would hurt,” responded the younger general.
“Are you telling me you did not consider that issue before jumping headfirst into this with me?” asked Klink slowly, wondering if he needed to get angry yet or not. That decision would be made based off the next thing his troublemaker said.
“Oh, I considered it plenty. Actually, I’ve probably over-considered it if I’m being totally honest. I’m just not worried about that problem with you. I know you pretty well by now, and I trust you completely. When the time comes, I have complete faith that you’ll make sure I’m…um…properly prepared for it,” replied Hogan before he blushed.
“I…you would be right to place your faith in me,” said Klink. Then he sighed.
“But how do you know if I have been with other men? For all you know, I could have honed my skills by bedding women. That would be the logical assumption for a person to make,” he reasoned.
His boyfriend gave him a ‘are you serious?’ look while he talked. “Unless women have an extra body part that I’ve overlooked every time I’ve been with one, that’s not the case. Besides, you’re entirely too familiar with the male anatomy and how to get quick results using it. So unless you’re secretly a contortionist, you’ve given yourself away.”
“No, I am not that limber. You are correct in deducing that I have been with a man before. A few of them, actually,” the former Kommandant stated as he shrugged. “While I have not been with a multitude of partners, each of those relationships lasted several years. I gained quite a bit of experience in that time frame.”
“Well, that’s good information to have. Now just so you know, the same rules apply to you as they did to me. Say ‘red’ if you really can’t stand something, but otherwise, consider yourself at my mercy. I’m in charge of you this time,” Hogan said in a husky voice.
Klink smiled and replied, “As you wish, Rob.”
“Robert. For now, my name is Robert,” the younger officer reminded him, trying to keep a straight face for their role reversal.
The older man sighed at the obvious power trip his brat was on. Still, he dutifully said, “Fine. As you wish, Robert.”
Nodding his head, Hogan remarked, “Much better. As much as I love looking at you dressed like that, it’d be a bit hard to do anything to you with your clothes still on. So now I need you to strip, get on the bed and lie down on your back.”

Sweet revenge…
The tall German gave his boyfriend an unreadable look before he did what he was told. He preferred to be the dominant one as a rule. Still, he would let Hogan have his fun. Seeing as the American had never been with a man before, he doubted that he would have too much to worry about. Eventually he would get bored. Then he’d have to admit that this was something that just wasn’t in his skill set. Right?
“Thank you,” said Hogan as he grabbed the first restraint. He tied Klink’s left wrist and moved down to tie his left ankle, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush against his member when he did so.
Seeing his self-appointed disciplinarian give an involuntary shiver was a pleasing sight. And having visual confirmation that the German general’s body reacted to him so well – the same way his had done to the older man earlier – had just made his job a whole lot easier. After all, knowledge was power.
When he moved to tie the right ankle, he ‘accidentally’ brushed against it again, keeping one eye on Klink to study his reaction. His boyfriend was covering his mouth with his free hand in a clear attempt to avoid making noise. The sight caused him to smirk when he moved up to tie his right wrist, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his member one more time.
“Sorry, I need your hand for this,” Hogan informed him cheerfully, moving the slender appendage into place and tying it securely. Then he stepped back far enough to admire his handiwork. Klink was now securely bound to the bed as he’d been earlier. From prior experience, the former senior POW officer knew that he wasn’t going anywhere until he was allowed to.
Stepping back to the bed, Hogan lowered his head and used his hair to caress the firm body part in front of him. Klink let out a low moan before biting his lip to shut up, but the preventive measure came too late for his boyfriend not to hear the sound. Grinning, he picked up the feather duster and spoke.
“Is there a problem, love?” he asked causally, trailing the feather duster over the head of his cock.
“Aaaaah, problem? No, of course not. Why would there be a problem?” Klink asked him in a high-pitched voice.
“Just checking,” said Hogan cheerfully before he did it again. “You seem awfully tense.”
“I – ahhhhh – am not tense! Why would I be – ohhhhh – tense, Robert?” inquired the older man as he squirmed slightly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you sound like you breathed in helium and you’re squirming a little bit?” teased Hogan, setting the feather duster down and kissing his way up Klink’s body.
“I do not!” his boyfriend protested in the same high-pitched voice. Even though he knew that he did, he was busy trying to keep from showing his hand too soon.
His brat smiled at him while saying, “I think that the Kommandant doth protest too much.”
Then he flicked the tip of his tongue against Klink’s nipple, wondering if they were a sensitive spot on his boyfriend too or if he was just weird like that.
The answer to that question was revealed in a hurry, for Klink had almost come up off of the bed when he’d done that. And he’d moaned at the mere touch as well.
“Wow, they’re ultra-sensitive for you too, huh?” asked Hogan. “Either that or I’m hurting you somehow. Which one is it?”
“Not hurting me…just sensitive,” his self-appointed disciplinarian gasped out, feeling the pleasure flood his body while he tried to form a sentence.
He hadn’t expected Hogan to find his biggest weak spot this quickly! That didn’t bode well for his hopes of the younger officer giving up any time soon.
A mischievous smile slowly crossed Hogan’s face before he remarked, “Reeeeally? That’s good to know.”
“Please, Robert. Do not make them your primary focus,” Klink pleaded. He knew that smile after three years of seeing it quite often, and it always meant that his boyfriend was up to no good.
His troublemaker only smirked as he picked up the blindfold. “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, you know. Lift your head.”
Klink complied with the request, even though the butterflies in his stomach were telling him that he’d bitten off more than he could chew with Hogan. Not to mention that the feeling that his former senior POW officer was up to something was growing by the minute!
After placing it over the tall German’s eyes, Hogan decided it would be more fun to come back to his chest when he was least expecting it. Instead, he moved towards Klink’s member and gave it a quick lick with his tongue.
“Aaagh!” exclaimed Klink, bucking his hips as a physical response to the surprise. “Robert!”
“Yes, Will? Did you need something?” asked Hogan sweetly, doing it again merely because he could.
His boyfriend groaned and said, “Yes, for you to not do that!”
“Why? Am I hurting you?” inquired his troublemaker.
Sensing that he’d caught himself in a trap somehow, Klink answered the question anyway. “No, but –”
“Then I’ll keep doing it for as long as I want to. You know the ruuuuules,” Hogan sang out happily. “You’re the one who made them up, not me.”
“Robert, I – ohhhhh,” the former Kommandant said, his answer turning into a moan when Hogan placed his mouth on the head of his, Wilhelm’s, cock. “Ahhhhh.”
“Like that, do you?” asked Hogan in a playful voice. Then he did it again, gently rolling Klink’s testicles in his hands while he was talking.
“Yes, yesssss,” his boyfriend hissed. “Gott, yes!”
Making sure that he continued to do what he was doing, the American kissed his way up Klink’s chest. While he didn’t have a six pack or anything like that, his stomach was still completely flat. Hogan was enjoying planting kisses on it when his self-appointed disciplinarian finally noticed where his attention was.
“Robert, what are you doing?” Klink asked warily.
“Talk to me, please,” he added, sounding slightly desperate when he got no answer except silence.
“Do you remember which one of us is in charge in this relationship, love? That would be – Robert!” he squealed in surprise. His brat had just dragged the furry toy across one side of his neck and down the center of his chest.
“Hey, you both asked and answered your own question! Good job,” Hogan said with a laugh, carefully making a frame around one pec with the boa. “*That’s tops in German efficiency.”
“Perhaps, but what did you do with the boa?” asked Klink, sounding a bit confused.
Okay, so he’d felt the fur touch his chest. Yet it appeared to merely be lying there. The question was, had Hogan merely set it down temporarily or did he have other things in mind?
After giving him a kiss, his boyfriend filled in the gaps. “Used it to form a circle on your chest, of course. I’m making a frame for my target.”
“A frame for your – eeep!” the German general squeaked.
It might not have been a manly sound – the exact opposite, actually – but it was the sound he’d managed to make. The reason for it was that Hogan had just covered one nipple with his mouth and lightly caressed it with his tongue.
“Please!” he cried out.
“Please what? Please do that to the other one? Okay,” the younger officer replied, wearing an evil grin. Then he repeated the same thing with the other one, lightly pinching and pulling on the still-wet nipple at the same time.
“Gott! Mein Gott, Robert!” Klink begged in German while he thrashed in the restraints. “Bitte, bitte!”
“Mmmm, you’re speaking German again. I’m sure you already know how much that turns me on, love. Or have you just forgotten how to speak English?” Hogan pondered, dragging the boa across the dry nipple and grazing the one he was licking with his teeth.
The former Kommandant continued to cry out various pleas in German, begging for his brat to end the torture and let him climax. In turn, Hogan refused to grant his request. He was having far too much fun exploring Klink’s body. At the same time, he was also making sure that he got his revenge for all the teasing that’d been done to him!
After a while, he relented somewhat by nibbling on the older general’s neck to give him a slight break. Then he took off the blindfold, wanting to fully enjoy the expressions he was seeing.
Klink only groaned and tilted his head to the side, keeping his eyes closed as he gave his boyfriend better access to it. While his neck was still a hot spot for him, at least he could handle it being touched. And it was nothing in comparison to the sensitivity in his chest area.
Well, he was able to handle it until Hogan grazed his frenulum with a fingertip at the same time, making him cry out yet again as his eyes flew open.
“Robert, please. Please, have mercy on me,” Klink pleaded, blinking rapidly to force his eyes to adjust to the light.
Judging by the hungry expression his senior POW officer had on his face, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Well, it’d been worth a try anyway.
“Why should I?” asked Hogan in a reasonable voice. “You did this to me for ages, you know. And you did it to me twice too, which reminds me of something. After I finally let you orgasm, you still have another round of this to go before we’re even,” he whispered with an evil smile.
“Please, love! That is not something I can handle, not unless you wish for me to have a coronary. But I will make it up to you, I promise!” bargained a desperate Klink.
Rob certainly has taken to this like a duck to water, he thought. It appears that I have underestimated him once again.
Hogan thought about that before deciding he needed more time to consider the offer. “Let me think that over. In the meantime, I have something much better for you to do with that pretty mouth,” he stated, lowering his head for a passionate kiss.
After they broke apart, he considered the older man thoughtfully. “Hmmm, you’re a great kisser. But I’m still not sure about what you said,” he teased, reaching down to stroke the shaft while he talked.
“I mean, what are you going to do to make it up to me? Anything you can do for me of this nature, I can do for myself just as easily. That’s not exactly a strong starting point,” he pointed out in a mock-serious voice.
“Ahhhhh, I do not know. But I will figure something, I – yesssss. That feels so good,” his boyfriend moaned.
Hogan kissed him again, nibbling lightly on his lower lip before he pulled away. “I’m afraid that’s not good enough, Will. Sorry about your luck, but maybe next time you’ll succeed,” he said cheerfully. Then he licked both of his index fingers and thumbs the way his self-appointed disciplinarian had done before.
Hogan proceeded to copy what he’d had done to him by wetting and blowing on each nipple, which in turn caused Klink to gasp and claw at the bed as best as he could.
“Rob, please. Please!” he mewled.
“You don’t listen very well, do you? I told you earlier that’s not my name right now,” Hogan chided lightly before nibbling on his neck again.
“I am sorry, I meant to say Robert instead. I truly did!” Klink corrected hastily after uttering a groan of pleasure.
His former senior POW officer smirked and replied, “Good. As long as you make sure you remember that, you’ll be perfectly fine.”
Kissing his way back down the tall German’s chest, he made sure that he pinched both nipples at the same time briefly before continuing onto the next spot on his agenda. The small action made Klink buck his hips wildly and moan, causing Hogan to let out a dirty laugh.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Is somebody a little excited, maybe?” whispered Hogan in a seductive voice.
He stroked it lightly, watching the stiff appendage twitch in response to his touch. “Hmmm, I guess you are. What a shame…I can’t have that. I guess I’ll just have to take care of this for you.”
The German general bucked his hips again and begged, “Yes, yes! Gott Robert, bitte! Give me some relief.”
He was so turned on that he was pressed up against his own stomach, his pleas coming out in a mixture of half English and half German.
“I’m not God. I hate to tell you that, but it’s true,” responded Hogan as he shrugged. “I’m just the one who’s having a lot of fun right now. This was a great idea, love.”
Then he studied Klink’s cock for a moment before trying to deep-throat him, which turned out to be harder than his boyfriend had made it look when he’d been the one performing the act.
Being as he still had to figure out how he was going to accomplish his new goal, Hogan opted to walk his fingers up the former Kommandant’s torso again while he continued to lick and suckle said body part. The teasing he was doing made his self-appointed disciplinarian thrash about wildly and shriek in pleasure by the time his fingers reached the older man’s collarbone.
“Robert, I love you so very much. But I cannot take this anymore. Please, I implore you. If you love me at all, let me climax. Please,” Klink begged, trying to head him off at the pass.
“Soon, love. Very soon, but not right now,” Hogan promised. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
Then he ran the callused part of his thumb over the head, making his self-appointed disciplinarian shudder before he picked up the feather duster again. He ran it over Klink’s sac too, the act causing him jerk in surprise.
“Bitte! Bitte, bitte, bitte! Give me what I need,” begged the tall German.
“Hold your horses, Will. I’m a little busy here,” Hogan responded, giving his new task a second attempt.
He got further down it this time, yet he still couldn’t get all the way down to the very bottom. Well, this was going to require some strategic thinking on his part. But he knew he could do it! He simply needed to figure out how.
“Ohhhhh, yes. Yes, yesssss!” Klink moaned. The sensation felt so wonderful, it took everything he had not to buck his hips and choke his brat.
“Well, that move must be a keeper,” teased Hogan after he’d come up for air.
Damn it, I can do this! I’ve done other difficult stuff in my life. And yet out of all of things, giving a blow-job is supposed to stop me? Not a chance.
“Robert!” his boyfriend cried out, sounding rather pitiful. “Have mercy, love. Please!”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s not good manners to rush a person when they’re doing something? Maybe you’re the one who needs to be left tied up like this,” Hogan stated.
Deciding to mess with the former Kommandant’s head somewhat, he got up off of the bed while he was talking. “After all, I can see you’re incredibly turned on right now. So I figure if I leave you unable to orgasm at all, you’ll appreciate me a little more when I come back.”
“Come back? What do you mean ‘come back’? Where are you going?” wailed Klink when he saw what the younger general was doing. “You cannot mean to simply leave me here!”
Shrugging, Hogan replied, “Yep. Since you can’t seem to be patient, I’m gonna teach it to you. But I’ll be back in an hour or two to work you up again, though,” he said, giving an evil chuckle.
“That is cruel and inhuman,” the older man protested, squirming like mad to get free.
And once I do, I will thoroughly spank my little brat for his insolence, he thought.
“Don’t worry, I’ll set a timer so that I don’t forget that you’re up here. Until then, have fuuuuun!” he sang out as he blew Klink a kiss and waved. Then he turned and walked towards the door, making sure to swing his hips just slightly as a different form of teasing.
“Wait! Robert, please. Please do not go,” his boyfriend pleaded, his eyes firmly locked on the movement of his troublemaker’s hips.
Hogan stopped at the doorway and raised an eyebrow. “Why not, love? Give me a good reason not to leave you here by yourself – even if you’ve got the most impressive erection I’ve ever seen – to learn a little patience. You’ve got exactly one chance.”
Only one chance? I had better make it good, thought Klink before he opened his mouth to speak.
“Because…because I need you. Not just for this, but to be by my side until the day I die. You started out as merely my friend, yet now you are my lover as well. And I do not know what I would do without you anymore. If you were to ever walk out of my life forever, I would not be able go on any longer. I love you, Robert. Even more than life itself,” he confessed.
The words had come out of nowhere, but they were one hundred percent true. He’d fallen in love with the American officer quickly. And he’d fallen pretty hard to boot. Somehow, he’d spoken from the heart when he’d only meant to say something clever.
The younger general looked taken aback at the heartfelt words as he returned to the bedside. He’d only meant to mess with his self-appointed disciplinarian’s head, not cause such sweet things to be said to him!
Then he said, “Will, I was only teasing you. I’d never actually leave you here like this. Ever. Not only because you’d be trapped if there was a fire or something, but also because I’m not cruel like that.”
Brown eyes met blue ones as he took Klink’s slender hand in his and sighed. “I appreciate what you just said more than you can ever know. If something untoward ever happens to you, I’m going to be absolutely devastated. And if you die of natural causes before me, I honestly don’t know if I’ll survive the night.”
He studied the tall German’s face, trying to read his expression while he continued. “I’m not kidding when I say that I’d probably die from heartbreak, which is a real thing that’s happened before. There have been recorded cases of it throughout history. Ideally, I’d like us to both go at the same time, holding each other while I look into your eyes. I love you, Will,” he finished with a passionate kiss.
Klink returned it and smiled. By all rights, he should’ve been extremely angry at Hogan. He might even be upset about it later on if he had another mood swing or something. But at this moment in time, how could he be irate over a declaration like that?
“As long as we are on the same page, I am fine,” he said, running his thumb over the back of his boyfriend’s hand.
“Good,” Hogan replied, heaving a sigh of relief.
He’d meant what he’d said to his boyfriend the first day of summer: he was in head-over-heels love with the former Kommandant. And he’d meant what he’d told Göring the day that they’d met too: if anyone tried to hurt Klink in any way, he would kick their ass. And if they persisted in their attempts to do so, he’d take them out or go down trying. Fuck his career and his own well-being, because the older general was all that mattered to him.
He’d finally found happiness, damnmit. That was something that he wasn’t about to give up! The problem was that his self-appointed disciplinarian seemed to feel the same way about him, as shown by his utter determination to prevent him, Robert, from doing anything that stood a chance of causing him harm.
Though it did make the task of protecting Klink difficult when he was trying to be the protector instead. And though having a monocle-wearing mother hen could be pretty annoying sometimes, he’d be damned if those same tendencies didn’t make his heart melt at other times as well!
He motioned to the erection that the German officer still somehow had. “In light of the fact that you’ve managed to maintain such an impressive – and very, very pretty – display, would you like your release now?” Hogan asked sweetly.
“I would appreciate it if you would do that for me, yes,” Klink replied. Yet both his nod and his tone of voice betrayed his eagerness to experience what he was being offered.
“Okay, love. Are you still right at the edge, or do you need a little help to get back to where you were before?” Hogan asked.
“A little help would not go amiss,” his self-appointed disciplinarian told him. “Though I must admit that I did enjoy watching you move in such a way. If the way you walk about were a movie, it would be one I could watch all day, every day.”
Grinning at the complement and cocking his head in thought, Hogan said, “If you’d like, I can give you a short visual show before I come back over there. That sound good to you?”
“Yes, I would like that very much,” Klink confessed, wondering just what sort of visual show his former senior POW officer had in mind.
Nodding, Hogan backed up and spun on his heel the way he’d been taught in boot camp. He walked towards the wall away from the door, swinging his hips slightly in the same manner that he’d done before. When he reached the wall, he spun on his heel again and came back to the bed, swinging them again.
“Mmmm, I like this show. It is even better the second time around,” the tall German remarked. He was doing his best not to drool as he watched the graceful way Hogan moved, how said movements caused the muscles under the skin to ripple.
The American smiled, because the older man had exactly the same look on his face that he’d had when he’d seen how Klink had been dressed earlier. With a chuckle, he asked, “That’s good. Would you like to see more?”
His boyfriend swallowed hard before saying, “Yes. Yes, please.”
Tossing his head back, Hogan rolled his shoulders and pushed his chest out. Then he jerked it forward again, causing his hair to fall into his eyes. Giving that lopsided smile, he pushed it out of the way before sliding his hands down his chest slowly.
Stepping back into Klink’s grabbing range, he brought them down to frame his cock, which briefly twitched when he saw the hungry expression in the former Kommandant’s eyes.
“I do believe I am ready for you to come back to me now, Robert,” he said breathlessly. “But nevertheless, that was still a marvelous show. I would like a repeat of it sometime when I am able to both touch and admire you.”
Hogan crawled onto the bed and replied, “Thanks. I’m no stripper or anything, but I can do what you just saw decently enough.”
“Which was quite seductive, I – ahhhhh,” he groaned, feeling the younger general begin to tease him again.
“Wow, I love your reactions,” remarked Hogan after he’d shown off his oral skills. “By the way, you did to me what I’m about to do to you, so turnabout is fair play.”
“What did I – aaagh!” his self-appointed disciplinarian gasped, thrashing around wildly in pleasure. “Robert, you little – ohhhhh.”
Hogan had teased both of his nipples until they were stiff before running the callused pads of his thumbs over them. Then he’d picked up the feather duster and run it lightly down Klink’s thighs before brushing it all over his member. He didn’t miss a spot with it either, in turn making his boyfriend buck his hips in pleasure.
And after he’d done that, Hogan had returned to sucking on him. He moaned and groaned while his troublemaker bobbed his head up and down, humming like he’d both seen and felt the older officer do to him. As he was doing so, he rolled his eyes to look upwards.
He stopped enough to lick his lips and grin before returning to his previous task as well. That wanton act was the straw that snapped Klink’s self-control, and he could feel his release closing in on him quickly. Remembering that he was the first man Hogan had ever been with, he tried to warn his boyfriend first.
“I…I’m going to…Robert! Ohhhhh, Robert!” he cried, feeling himself shudder and shake in blinding pleasure.
Being as he’d never been with a man before, the first wave of the climax was a bit of a surprise when it hit his mouth. Though he’d figured that might happen when he’d chosen to tease that area of Klink’s body to cause his release, so he continued to lick and suck on his body instead of pulling away. He was also was trying to decide how he felt about the unusual sensation.
While he was making up his mind about that, he made sure to enjoy the reaction he was getting. He gently dragged the boa over the sac, pressed on the frenulum with his fingertip and quite a few other things. His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once while he kept the pulsing appendage in his mouth, trying to be certain that Klink truly enjoyed himself. Hey, he had to set the standard somewhere!
To his delight, his actions caused an immediate second climax. In addition, the unexpected bonus ripped repeated moans of pleasure from the tall German just as he was beginning to wind down. Hogan hadn’t known such a thing was possible, but it was good information to have. He also made sure to swallow every drop of both of them, being as it wasn’t like he knew what else he was supposed do with it! Besides, Klink tasted like sweet peppermint to him, and he was a big fan of peppermints.

Retribution…
“I…you…wow,” his self-appointed disciplinarian mumbled, lying on the bed without a care in the world once Hogan had undone the restraints so he could move freely again.
“Are you up for a second round yet?” Hogan asked playfully.
“Not at the moment. You are lucky that I did not die,” Klink replied, still slurring his words a little bit.
“Don’t be so over-dramatic, and would you like to be? ‘Up’ for it, that is?” teased Hogan, licking a line all the way up the shaft while he talked.
“I am not being – ohhhhh. Do not do that to me, love. That area is extremely sensitive right now,” Klink said with a happy sigh.
“Anyhow, how did you cause my release twice in such a short time frame? That is almost unheard of, especially as you say that you have never been with a man,” he pointed out once his wits had returned to him.
Shrugging, the younger man said, “Heck if I know. Apparently I have some natural talent in that area. Who knew, right?” he asked, flicking the head with his tongue to tease his boyfriend.
“Aaah! Rob, please,” Klink responded, giving him a glare.
“But I want to play with your body some more. I’m still figuring out how I’m going to get all the way to the base of you,” Hogan confessed. “There’s a lot down there to work with, you know. And practice makes perfect!”
Rolling his eyes, the former Kommandant said, “You are insatiable, little one. While I can appreciate that you would like to continue on, I cannot do so at the moment. I am not as young as I used to be, and I must be able to become erect again before you can ‘play’.”
“Duh, Will. Of course I’m insatiable. It’s been three years since I’ve had any action. But I see how you are. You only want to admit you’re old when it suits you,” Hogan replied before he rolled his eyes.
“Do not act like a brat, Rob. If I had any sense at all, I would put you over my lap right now and spank your bottom until you were in tears. You had me convinced that you planned to leave me here earlier this evening,” Klink scolded.
“That truly scared me. I appreciate your sweet words after the fact, do not get me wrong. But that stunt was uncalled for,” he added.
Yep, he was having another mood swing again. He understood that his troublemaker had only been playing a game, but that didn’t change how he felt!
The American general felt his cheeks heat up before he became defensive about his prior actions. “Hey, I would’ve never really left you alone in the room! Is it my fault that you didn’t know that?” he sassed.
“Make one more smart-aleck remark and you will not be sitting comfortably tonight. You have been warned,” Klink told him.
To get around actually saying anything that could be considered a ‘smart-aleck remark’, Hogan stuck out his tongue and flipped him off simultaneously.
His self-appointed disciplinarian narrowed his eyes when he saw his boyfriend’s nonverbal response. Then he got up and walked over to grab the plastic spoon with holes from out of the toy chest.
After Hogan saw it, his eyes widened before he backed up to the edge of the bed. “Seriously? I didn’t say a word! It was just some gestures,” he protested feebly.
“Yes, nonverbal gestures to indicate what you did not say. Just because you did not speak the words out loud does not mean that I did not receive the message,” Klink said in a firm voice, taking a seat on the bed once more. “Now over get here and take your spanking like the naughty boy you are being.”
“Fiiiiiine,” said Hogan grumpily. Then he climbed off of the bed and walked around it to stand by the older man’s side.
“I would’ve preferred to talk this out instead, but whatever. Hurry up and get this over with so we can cuddle.”
Klink shook his head and pulled the younger officer into place over his lap. “You are the most impertinent individual I have ever met, Robert. Do I look like the type of man who cuddles with anyone?”
Hogan shook his head as well while he was talking. “With anyone? No. But you look like the type who cuddles with me,” he said in a cheeky voice.
The former Kommandant picked up the spoon and began to spank his brat while he delivered his lecture. Seeing as he was already naked, it made the task much easier to accomplish.
“Are you a masochist? I think that you must be, for nobody else would continuously press their luck with me the way that you do,” he said.
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“Ow, ow!” Hogan hissed in pain.
It’d been a while since he’d felt this implement, so he’d also forgotten what it felt like as a result. “I guess I am, sir. But if that’s true, it only applies to any sort of pain that you cause me. Anybody else would get their ass kicked if they tried this. Oww!”
“Watch your language,” Klink admonished, continuing to spank his behind with the spoon.
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“I know that I have warned you regarding that subject before. Do I need to get the soap and wash your mouth out with it again?” he inquired.
“Owww! No, sir. You don’t need to do that,” his former senior POW officer responded quickly.
That soap had tasted gross, which meant it was something he never wanted to go through again. And even though he might’ve forgotten what the plastic tool felt like against his skin until now, he was quickly remembering it!
“Oww, OW!” Hogan complained.
“Must you always sass me about everything?” the tall German demanded, switching his focus to his troublemaker’s sit spots. “I would think by now I have proved to you that I was not kidding about lighting your behind on fire. I asked you an honest question, and instead you decide to back-talk to me.”
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“OW, OW, OWW!” the younger man cried out, not even getting a chance to kick his feet before his legs were pinned. Damnmit, those spots were always the worst ones of all.
“OWW, and I – OW! – gave you one! OWW!” he griped. “I wasn’t lying to you! And – OWW! – you keep – OWWW! – pinning my legs, which – OWWIE! – only makes this hurt even more. OWWWIE!”
Being as he knew this wasn’t an actual punishment for screwing up somehow – only something Klink was doing to him because he’d run his mouth – he was still enjoying himself.
“Robert, you must think I am an idiot if you expect me to believe that,” Klink said in a disapproving voice, switching between the buttcheeks and the sit spots. “Just how stupid do you think I am?”
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“OWWWIE, OWWWWIE!” wailed Hogan, his tail hurting quite a bit by now due to both areas being punished relentlessly. “I refuse to – OWW! – answer that on the grounds that I’d – OWWWIE! – like to be able – OWW! – sit down again – OWW! – at some point. OWWWIE! Sir, that really hurts! Please stop!”
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The German general scowled when he heard the sarcastic remark he’d gotten from his brat. “This is a punishment, troublemaker, and it is supposed to hurt. Clearly, you have not paid attention to anything I have told you in the past if you do not already know that information,” he deadpanned.
Hogan squirmed around, the pain in his rear end only adding to the uncomfortable erection he’d gotten from all of this. “OWWWIE! I do know that, but don’t – OWW! – start something that you’re – OWWWWIE! – not planning on finishing! OWWW! Please, sir!” he pleaded.
When he’d said that, he’d been talking about the problem he had yet again in the front, not the back. Still, both of them would be good to have taken care of. But the front is the one I’m more concerned about, he thought. I can handle a lot of spanking since I’ve done that more than I want to think about. Wilhelm’s always got that part handled anyway. But I can’t exactly go jack off at the moment.
“I had planned on finishing it, little one,” Klink said, his voice soft despite the fact that he was still disciplining his troublemaker. “I know how much you enjoy your emotional release. Remember, you have told me about it many times. Rest assured that I will bring you to tears if you would like me to.”
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“OWWWWWIE! Yes, I’d – OWW! – like that. But – OWWW! – sir, please! That’s not – OWWWIE! – what I’m talking – OWWWIE, OWWW! – about!” Hogan insisted.
Since he could feel himself about to break, he shifted enough so that the spoon would land on a spot to trigger it. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It might’ve taken a few more swats, but that’s exactly what ended up happening before he started to cry. “Thank…thank you,” he sobbed, letting the tears roll down his face. “Thank you for that, sir.”

A different type of punishment…
Klink tossed the spoon aside and immediately helped him to his feet. Then he reached out to offer comfort like he always did. “You are wel –”
He cut himself off when he saw something that couldn’t be true out of the corner of his eye. There was no way any of his punishment could’ve made Hogan hard still again, unless…
“You really are a masochist, Rob,” he said in astonishment. He reached out to touch his boyfriend’s erection, which was the third one he’d gotten the night. “I thought you were merely being a smart-mouth when you answered the question, but you were telling me the truth this entire time.”
“Obviously,” his brat sniffled, closing his eyes to enjoy the light touch on his body. “I know there’s something seriously wrong with me if I feel this way. Nevertheless, it’s the effect you have on me. I really can’t explain it.”
“Interesting,” Klink remarked thoughtfully. Then he laid down and patting the bed beside him. “I am somewhat tired myself, but would you like to try an experiment?”
“Is it more erotic torture? Because I’m not up for that again tonight,” Hogan admitted after he’d opened his eyes and laid down beside his boyfriend.
His self-appointed disciplinarian looked down at his erection and then at his former senior POW officer, raising his eyebrows before speaking.
“I have to disagree. You appear to be quite ‘up’ for it,” he said, letting out a dirty laugh.
“Okay, physically I might be. But mentally I’m not,” admitted Hogan sheepishly, smiling when he heard Klink chuckle. “What’d you have in mind?”
The tall German wrapped his slender hand around the stiff appendage and gave it a few strokes. “I promise it will not be anything so intense, even if I do tease you a bit first. But I would like to take care of this for you before we go to sleep. You taste like pumpkin pie to me, and I am very fond of pumpkin pie,” he said.
“I am born on Halloween, love. So that makes perfect sense to me,” the younger general said with a shrug. “How are you planning to take care of it?”
“I had been planning to use my mouth to pleasure you. The question I have for you is: would you be opposed to me smacking your behind at times while I do it? If you are really a masochist, the combination of pain and pleasure ought to bring about a fast release for you,” Klink pointed out.
After thinking that logic over, Hogan smiled and nodded. “Go for it, Will. That’s a great idea,” he praised his boyfriend. “I just wish I’d thought of that.”
“I had to have one eventually,” the older officer said as he smiled.
I wonder if Rob would enjoy being ordered about in the bedroom as well? If he does, that will open up an entirely different conversation to be had on another day. Only one way to find out, I suppose.
“Now, listen to me and listen well. You are to remain lying on your side for this at all times, and be sure to hold absolutely still while I pleasure you. You are also to wait until I give you permission to move before you do so. Do you understand me?” he commanded.
He made a mental note of the small shudder his troublemaker gave after hearing the order, along with his jubilated expression. Well, the response he’d received had answered that question!
“Mmm-hmmm. I mean, yes sir!” Hogan replied with a grin.
“Good,” Klink growled, positioning himself on the bed so he could get the best angle to do what he wanted to do.
“Prepare yourself for the second part of your ‘punishment’, you insufferable brat,” he said, making air quotes with his fingers.
“I look forward to – ahhhhh. That feels so good,” the American groaned. “Please, do that some more.”
Klink had a smile that couldn’t be seen because of where his head was. He bobbed up and down, enjoying the taste and feel of his boyfriend while he fought to hold still. Then the German general rolled the sac in one hand, making sure to keep the other one primed to smack Hogan’s butt if he so much as moved an inch.
His former senior POW officer jumped slightly, not expecting the dual sensation to occur. And as soon as he did, he felt two sharp smacks to his sore rear end.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh! Yesssss,” he hissed happily. He hadn’t even had a chance to say ‘ow’ before his self-appointed disciplinarian had distracted him.
Looks like Will was right about that combination of pleasure and pain, he thought fleetingly. This is great!
The older man chuckled at the reaction he was getting, but the vibrations from it caused Hogan to jump again. As Klink swatted his behind twice more, he made sure to make them quite a bit firmer than the previous ones.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Aaagh! Please make me climax, sir,” his brat pleaded, bucking his hips from what was being done to him. “Please!”
Yet Klink only rolled his eyes in reply and tongued the head of his member. Then he sucked on it and formed a tight seal with his mouth, still continuing to spank Hogan’s rear end without stopping while he did it.
“Ahh, ahh, ahhhhh!” Hogan gasped, the simultaneous pain in his butt amplifying the intense pleasure Klink was giving him orally.
“Sir, please,” he mewled pathetically. “Please, I’m begging you. Please!”
“Please what, love?” the former Kommandant inquired after ceasing any movement and letting go of the stiff appendage.
“Have you behaved enough to deserve your reward? You are not listening very well tonight at all,” he added with a smirk, running his fingernail along the over-sensitive shaft.
Feeling the cool air touch his body when he’d been so close to orgasming made Hogan want to scream in frustration. He’d been right near the brink, and the tall German chose now to stop what he was doing? That wasn’t going to work for him at all.
“Please give me some release, sir!” he begged in a desperate voice. “I’m really trying to listen to you! Honestly, I really am, but it’s kinda hard when you’re doing that to me.”
He thrust his hips rapidly, uncaring that Klink was still swatting his sore behind using various levels of force. “I’ve been good, I swear! And I’ll do anything you say, no matter what it is. Just finish this for me. Please!”
Recalling that Hogan had made that promise before when he was teetering on the edge of a climax, his boyfriend gave him a wicked smile. “As you wish, my love.”
Then he took the younger officer back into his mouth, going down on him again and humming the same song he had used earlier. His end goal was to send his brat flying over the edge into euphoria. And thanks to both experience and natural talent, it didn’t take too long to accomplish that.
When he felt a harder swat strike one of his sit spots, Hogan found the relief he’d been looking for at last. He cried out the older officer’s name repeatedly as his eyes rolled back in his head, certain the force of his release could’ve punched a hole through steel. And right before unconsciousness yanked him into the darkness, his last thought was that he was damn lucky to have Klink in his life.

A morning surprise…
Yawning, Hogan rolled over and looked at his self-appointed disciplinarian. Daylight streamed through the window by now. And his rear end definitely ached, that was for sure. He blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes to wake up while he tried to remember what had happened to him. The last thing he remembered was having one hell of an orgasm. He knew it’d caused his eyes to roll back in his head and scream Klink’s name a lot too. But everything after that was a complete blank.
Thinking back to the night before, Hogan grinned once he recalled the former Kommandant’s idea of ‘stress relief’. The tall German gave the best blow-job he’d ever had in his life, which was saying something when he considered the number of talented women he’d previously bedded.
Note to self: to become stressed out a lot more often.
With that thought, he took stock of what he knew versus what he figured must have happened. He was still naked, yet he was under the blankets instead of on top of them. And he didn’t feel sticky at all, so he supposed that Klink must’ve given him a sponge bath or something to clean him up. The mere idea of that caused a certain body part to twitch.
Down, Rob. This isn’t the time for you to have fun right now. Focus on Will instead, he told himself.
The concept made an evil smile cross his face when he looked at his still-sleeping boyfriend. Was Klink still naked too, or had he put on a nightgown? Hogan let his hand wander under the blankets and almost snickered when he made his discovery. Yep, he was definitely still nude. And sure enough, he had the normal case of morning wood that males usually had in the morning.
Perfect, the American general thought. Time to show my appreciation for what he did to me last night.
He’d been woken up in this manner by a woman once or twice, so he knew it was a great way to start the day. He carefully slipped out of bed, his throbbing in his behind a pleasurable ache despite the level of soreness that was there. Then he slowly pulled back the covers so he wouldn’t wake the older man up before positioning himself so that he’d have better access to accomplish his objective.
Lowering his head, he took the entire thing into his mouth. Klink was only half-hard, so it was easier to touch his mouth to the base of his boyfriend’s body. Hogan held his head there while his self-appointed disciplinarian became fully aroused.
He licked and sucked, trying to increase the pleasure he was giving. Being as he’d begun his erotic attack while the tall German was still in the twilight zone, it didn’t take too long for him to wake up.
Klink had thought he was merely having a dream when he felt the pleasurable sensations on his body. After all, he’d had a wonderful time with his brat the evening prior. And this was just something created by his imagination, right? It had to be. Last night had been Hogan’s first time with a man, so why would it occur to his former senior POW officer to wake him up this way?
It wasn’t until he heard a familiar voice say, “Come on, sleepyhead. Wake up and enjoy this,” that his eyes fluttered open.
It quickly became apparent that this was no dream as soon as he opened his eyes. Upon becoming fully conscious, the pleasure he was experiencing quickly doubled. Then he struggled to sit up and see if it was indeed Hogan doing this or not, but his body refused to cooperate with him.
“Rob? Is that – ahhhhh – you down there?” he inquired, the question turning into a moan.
“Naturally. Were you expecting someone else?” Hogan asked cheekily, the words slightly mumbled when he began to move up and down.
Now that he was used to the sensation of how to breathe with the full length of Klink’s cock down his throat, it was easy for him to do. That had been his end goal, the reason why he’d stayed where he’d been initially. His boyfriend was pretty well-endowed, so there was simply no way he could’ve done that if he’d waited for a full arousal to happen first. He knew that much since he’d tried it the previous evening!
“No, but – aaagh! Love, please. I just woke up,” the former Kommandant groaned. “This is hardly fair.”
“Who says life is fair, Will? Where’s that written down?” asked Hogan playfully. “I think it’s perfectly fair, but we’ll talk about that later on.”
Klink silently conceded that he had a point, even as he panted from the pleasure his troublemaker was giving him. “We have to go to work soon,” he protested.
“Oh, didn’t I tell you last night? We’ve got the day off today,” the younger general informed him cheerful tone, running his hands lightly along German’s inner thighs.
“Something about a material shortage, which they’ll be remedying tonight. So that means I’ve got all the time in the world to make you squirm,” he said evilly, giving a matching chuckle as he emphasized the last three words.
“You little brat, I am going to – ohhhhh,” Klink replied, his sentence cut off by a moan.
He resolved to try and make his threat again before saying, “If you think – ah! Ah, ah, ahhhhh,” he gasped, the continuous waves of pleasure cascading through him. Oh, forget it.
“You’ll do what? Thrash around and moan while I tease you to the point of orgasm? That’s the whole idea,” Hogan remarked with a laugh.
The vibrations from his laugh made Klink shudder and shake as he swirled his tongue, taking in the taste and feel of his boyfriend.
“Besides, I want to play around and explore this area of you some more. Trust me, you can handle it, love. Just demonstrate that famous ‘German discipline’ you’re always going on about,” he teased.
“Rob, I swear I will – eeep!” Klink squeaked in surprise.
He’d just felt the first rasp of his troublemaker’s tongue against the tip of his body, the sensation of roughness against the sensitive head causing the sound. And it didn’t help that the motion was repeated each time Hogan came near it.
Then he became aware of something else that was more alarming. He needed to head off where his former senior POW officer was headed, unless he wanted to be doing the squirming that he’d been assured of!
“No, please,” he begged when he felt Hogan’s hand making its way towards his pecs. “Do not touch me there so early in the morning. Please, you know they are sensitive!”
Hogan had never had any plans to follow through with where he’d let his hand wander. He wanted to make his lover orgasm with only the equipment located in the nether regions. But a good bluff was handy to have around anyway. And it was also so much fun to watch Klink beg him for leniency!
“Okay,” he agreed. “I’ll do this instead.”
The German general clawed at the bed, wailing in relief when his release overtook him. Hogan had pressed on his frenulum with the tip of his tongue as the final trigger, and the older general could feel his throat muscles swallowing everything.
He chanted “Robert, Robert, Robert,” over and over again like a mantra until he was done, his voice finally fading into silence after a few minutes.

Conversations…
With an utterly smug expression, the American moved up so that his head was by the pillow again. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger, licking it clean right before his self-appointed disciplinarian looked at him.
Once his boyfriend’s gaze was fixed upon him, he wantonly licked his lips and remarked, “Being as you taste like peppermint, that was delicious. Can I do that again?”
“No,” Klink croaked. He felt boneless as he laid there and closed his eyes. “You will kill me yet, you troublemaker.”
“Awww, please?” Hogan wheedled, running a fingertip over his collarbone. “I was having a lot of fun.”
“I said no, love. You can have your fun a little later on, after I have had a chance to recover,” the former Kommandant responded, his eyes still closed while he processed what had just happened.
“Okay, fine,” the younger man pouted, laying his head against his boyfriend’s chest and relaxing for a few minutes. Making sure that his chest was blocked by Klink’s body first to prevent any form of retaliation, he reached out and tweaked one nipple.
The German officer’s eyes flew open to glare at his boyfriend, who was the picture of innocence. “What part of ‘later on’ did you not understand, Rob?” he demanded.
“But it is later on. It’s been five minutes, which I know because I checked my watch before I did it,” Hogan announced.
“Mmmmpf, you little…ah, forget it,” Klink replied before he gave a sigh. Then he wrapped an arm around his brat. “I love you, little one. That was a very pleasant way to wake up.”
“I love you too, Will, so I’m glad that I could make you feel good,” Hogan stated, giving him a kiss because he could. “That’s a good way for both of us to start the day. And I still want to play with you later on. You’ve become my new favorite toy, you know.”
“And you have become mine,” said the older officer after they’d broken apart.
“You mean I’ve become your new favorite hobby. You’ve always made sure that you dished out some ‘old-fashioned German discipline’ whenever you felt that I needed it. You also make sure to keep my tail continuously warm, which we both enjoy the process of,” Hogan remarked.
“Between those two things, I’ve resigned myself to standing up for eternity. Just be sure to bury the coffin standing up when I die,” he teased. Then he braced his knees on either side of Klink’s hips and looked down at him with a smile.
The tall German groaned and responded, “You really are a drama queen, love. I hope you know that.”
“So I’ve been told,” Hogan said with a shrug. “I didn’t say that being spanked for fun wasn’t enjoyable, though. I was just stating the facts.”
“I see. Er…did you say I taste like peppermint earlier?” inquired his self-appointed disciplinarian.
“Yeah. And I love peppermint. It’s my favorite flavor…especially on you,” whispered Hogan huskily. “I look forward to exploring your body a lot more later on.”
Klink swallowed hard before asking shakily, “Why? It is the same as yours.”
His boyfriend shook his head and cupped the German general’s face in his hands. “Not the same. You’re incredibly sexy, you know. I’m not gonna rest until I know every curve of your body and every single hot spot you have. Once I have them all memorized, I’ll be sure to forget so I can learn them all over again.”
“Mmmm, I like a man with a plan. But once again, you seem to have forgotten which one of us is in charge,” Klink growled as he shoved Hogan onto his back, leaning over him in mock menace.
“Ow!” yelped his brat. He’d just made rough contact with the mattress, sending a flash of pain through his sore rear end.
“I am sorry, love. I briefly forgot that I had punished you last night. Honestly, I feel contrite for spanking you at all the previous evening. You gave an honest answer to the question I had asked, yet I did not believe you,” the former Kommandant apologized, wearing a remorseful expression. He hadn’t meant to hurt Hogan, damnmit. He’d only tried to be playful!
But the younger man only rolled him onto his back again. Then he said, “Don’t look so guilty! You were right when you said that flipping you the bird still counts as a ‘smart-aleck remark’, since it’s a nonverbal way of communicating a message. And yeah, my butt hurts. But it’s an enjoyable ache since it came from you. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, Will. It literally knocked me unconscious.”
Klink raised his eyebrows and looked up at his brat, who was now sitting on top of him. “You really enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure?” he inquired, sounding like he didn’t believe those words.
“Did the words ‘best orgasm I’ve ever had’ not register with you today or what?” the American asked. “Yes!”
It wasn’t that his boyfriend was being thick-headed or anything like that. No, he wanted to play some more, so being denied the opportunity to do it wasn’t what he’d wanted to be told. That was what the source of his frustration was if he really thought about it.
“There is no need to be insolent, Rob. I was merely asking a question,” the German officer retorted before he gave Hogan’s butt a swat.
SMACK!
His brat arched his back, looking down at where Klink lay on the bed. “Ooh, do it again,” he requested. “I like that a lot.”
The German general rolled his eyes and swatted him a second time.
SMACK!
He thought that he felt Hogan stiffening against him, and a hasty glance downward confirmed that he wasn’t hallucinating. That gave him an idea to teach his troublemaker a lesson about withholding information, so he swatted the younger man’s behind for the third time that morning.
SMACK!
“Are you getting turned on again, love?” he asked casually, stroking the body part in question as if it were no big deal.
I am sure that Rob will not be too happy with me after I am done, he thought. But this punishment should – hopefully – be effective. If not, I know for future reference.
Hogan nodded and smiled, pleased that the older man was going to play his game. “Yes.”
The tall German stopped what he was doing to give his former senior POW officer a questioning look. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir!” Hogan replied happily.
“Well, I cannot have that,” Klink remarked in a low, seductive voice. Then he nibbled on his boyfriend’s neck and asked, “Would you like some help with your…issue?”
“Aaagh! Yes, sir!” groaned Hogan. “That would be great if you could help me out.”
So Klink did. He teased his brat mercilessly for long time, bringing him to the edge of bliss several times and stopping. He repeated the process until Hogan was squirming and repeatedly pleading for the former Kommandant to grant him his release. But the last time he did it, his hands stilled before he rolled off of him and got off of the bed.
“Sir, please! Where are you going?” the younger general inquired. “Don’t leave me like this!”
“I would normally take care of your issue for you, Rob. Truly, I would. But I seem to have other things that I need to do today beside lie in bed beside you,” Klink said, giving him an evil smile. “Have fun with your ‘problem’.”
Hogan’s jaw dropped after he processed those words. “But…but you said you’d help me with it!” he protested.
“That I did. And I kept my word, being as I ‘helped’ to make it worse for you. Yet I never said I would make your problem go away. That was an assumption you made,” his boyfriend replied, getting dressed while he spoke.
“Will! Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything wrong!” asked his former senior POW officer desperately.
After he’d pulled on the last piece of his clothing, Klink said, “Because you did not see fit to tell me that we had the day off work last night. Since you enjoy pain, this is a fitting punishment for you instead.”
“Don’t go! I was gonna tell you earlier before I got sidetracked. Please, sir!” he begged.
“That is unfortunate for you, my little brat. Perhaps I will pleasure you later on…if I do not get sidetracked by something else, that is. I will see you whenever you decide come out,” the German general responded, blowing him a kiss before he disappeared from the room.
“Argh!” Hogan yelled in frustration, socking the pillow a few times. Great, just great. Now he had a raging erection and no way to get rid of it. What a magical day this was turning out to be.
Well, okay. That wasn’t completely true. He could either try to will it away or play with himself until he came. Either way, it wouldn’t feel as good as when his boyfriend made it happen for him.
Damnmit! He’s got me over a barrel here. And he fucking knows it too, thought Hogan unhappily.
Then he sighed and took himself in hand. He would take care of it this time, but he would make Klink pay the next time he had the former Kommandant at his mercy. And that was a guarantee he’d stand by.

A/N: Like I said at the end of chapter one…I know the nipples aren’t typically a sensitive area for men, but they’re a ‘hot spot’ for the two generals. Mostly because it’s really, really fun to write their reactions to it! *evil laugh*
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