Lucas had always been a thorn in my side, and now, here we were, forced into this godforsaken wilderness to hash out our differences.“Ethan, sit down,” Lucas’s voice cut through the silence, calm and authoritative. His tone was infuriatingly familiar, a reminder of the countless times he’d commanded me during our service.I spun around, my eyes locking onto his. He stood by the window, arms crossed over his broad chest, his jaw set in that same stubborn line I remembered all too well. “Why should I?” I shot back, my voice low and dangerous. “You think you can just order me around like old times? This isn’t the barracks, Lucas.”He unfurled his arms, taking a step toward me, his gaze unwavering. “No, it’s not. But we need to get this done, and you’re making it harder than it has to be.”I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed off the log walls. “Harder? You have no idea what hard is.”His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. “Is that a challenge, Ethan?”I didn’t answer, just let the silence stretch, thick and heavy. The tension was palpable, a live wire sparking between us. I could see the muscle ticking in his jaw, the way his fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to fight, and so did I. It was inevitable.Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing my shirtfront and slamming me against the wall. The impact jarred my spine, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the heat of his body pressed against mine, the fury in his eyes.“You want to play rough?” he growled, his breath hot against my face. “Fine. Let’s play.”I shoved him back, hard enough to send him stumbling, but he recovered quickly, launching himself at me again. We grappled, hands fisting in each other’s clothes, muscles straining as we fought for dominance. The struggle was brutal, primal, every punch and shove a reminder of the years we’d spent trying to outdo each other.But there was something else beneath the surface, something darker, more urgent. A need I’d buried deep, only to have it claw its way to the forefront now, fueled by the raw intensity of our clash. My cock twitched in my jeans, a traitorous response to the proximity of his body, the feel of his skin against mine.Lucas must have felt it too, because his eyes flicked down to my crotch before meeting mine again, a flicker of something—desire?—passing between us. “Fuck, Ethan,” he muttered, his voice rough. “What the hell are we doing?”I didn’t have an answer, couldn’t form the words even if I tried. All I knew was that I needed more, needed to push this further, to see where it would lead. With a growl, I twisted my arm free from his grip and drove my fist into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs.He gasped, doubling over, and I seized the opportunity, shoving him to the ground. He hit the floor with a grunt, and I was on him in an instant, pinning him down with my weight, my knee digging into his thigh.“Stay down,” I ordered, my voice harsh.He glared up at me, defiance burning in his eyes. “Make me.”The challenge was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke. “Oh, I plan to.”With that, I shifted my position, my knee sliding higher until it pressed against the bulge in his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing beneath mine, but he didn’t resist. If anything, he seemed to welcome it, his hips bucking slightly in response.I smirked, pleased by his reaction. “You like that, don’t you? Being controlled.”He didn’t answer, just stared up at me, his breathing ragged. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between pride and desire. It was a battle I intended to win.Reaching down, I undid the button of his jeans, my fingers working quickly. He watched me, his eyes dark and hungry, as I pulled the zipper down and freed his cock from its confines. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, a testament to his arousal.“Look at you,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his length. “So eager.”He groaned, his head falling back against the floor, his eyes closing as I began to stroke him, my grip firm and sure. “Fuck, Ethan…”I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering just above his as I continued to pump his shaft. “Tell me, Lucas. Do you want this? Do you want me to make you come?”His eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and desperation. “Yes,” he rasped. “God, yes.”Satisfied, I released him, shifting my position to kneel between his legs. I could see the confusion in his eyes, the uncertainty as to what I planned next. But I wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.Reaching down, I unbuckled my own belt, pulling my jeans down just enough to free my erection. I stroked myself once, twice, feeling the pressure build as I prepared to take what I wanted.“Open your mouth,” I commanded, my voice low and demanding.He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to my cock, then back to my face. But the hunger in his gaze was undeniable, and after a brief pause, he obeyed, parting his lips.I didn’t wait for him to adjust, just thrust forward, pushing my cock past his lips and into his mouth. He gagged slightly, his throat convulsing around my length, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he took me deeper, his tongue swirling around the head of my dick as he began to suck.“That’s it,” I groaned, my hand gripping the back of his head as I fucked his mouth. “Take it all, Lucas. Show me how much you want it.”He complied, his lips tight around my shaft, his tongue working furiously as he swallowed around me. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the pressure mounting with each thrust. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. Not until I’d pushed him to his limit.Releasing his head, I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice harsh. “Tell me how much you need it.”He blinked, his eyes glazed with lust, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then, with a shuddering breath, he whispered, “Please, Ethan… I need it… I need you…”The words were all the permission I needed. With a growl, I pulled out of his mouth, watching as he gasped for air, his lips swollen and wet. Then, without warning, I flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his jeans down to his knees.“Stay still,” I ordered, my voice commanding.He complied, his body trembling as I positioned myself behind him. I could see the tension in his muscles, the way he braced himself, waiting for what was to come. And I didn’t disappoint.Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. “This is what you wanted, right? To submit? To give up control?”He nodded, his breath hitching as I trailed my free hand down his spine, pausing at the curve of his ass. “Then take it,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “Take everything I’m going to give you.”With that, I lined myself up, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. He tensed, his body quivering with anticipation, but he didn’t resist. And when I finally pushed inside, he let out a choked cry, his body clenching around me as I breached him.“Fuck, Lucas,” I groaned, my hips snapping forward as I buried myself to the hilt. “You feel so good… so tight…”He whimpered, his hands clutching the floorboards as I began to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate. Each push sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, the sensation of his body gripping mine driving me wild.“Look at you,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear as I pumped into him. “So desperate… so needy…”He shuddered, his body arching as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Ethan… please…”“Please what?” I demanded, my voice harsh. “Tell me what you want.”“More… I want more…”Satisfied, I increased my pace, my thrusts growing harder, faster. I could feel the heat building in my groin, the pressure mounting with each movement. But I wasn’t done with him yet. Not until I’d taken everything he had to give.Reaching around, I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. He cried out, his body bucking beneath mine as I brought him closer to the edge. “Come for me, Lucas,” I ordered, my voice commanding. “Show me how much you need this.”He didn’t need to be told twice. With a strangled groan, he came, his body spasming as he spilled over my hand, his release coating the floor beneath him. The sight of him losing control, of him surrendering to me, was too much. With a final, powerful thrust, I followed him over the edge, my release flooding into him as I emptied myself completely.Panting, I collapsed onto his back, my weight pressing him into the floor. For a moment, we lay there, both of us gasping for breath, the reality of what we’d just done sinking in.“Ethan…” Lucas’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. “What now?”I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that this was far from over. There was still so much left unsaid, so much left unresolved. And as I lifted myself off him, my mind racing with possibilities, I realized that this was only the beginning.

Lucas had always been a thorn in my side, and now, here we were, forced into this godforsaken wilderness to hash out our differences.

“Ethan, sit down,” Lucas’s voice cut through the silence, calm and authoritative. His tone was infuriatingly familiar, a reminder of the countless times he’d commanded me during our service.

I spun around, my eyes locking onto his. He stood by the window, arms crossed over his broad chest, his jaw set in that same stubborn line I remembered all too well. “Why should I?” I shot back, my voice low and dangerous. “You think you can just order me around like old times? This isn’t the barracks, Lucas.”

He unfurled his arms, taking a step toward me, his gaze unwavering. “No, it’s not. But we need to get this done, and you’re making it harder than it has to be.”

I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed off the log walls. “Harder? You have no idea what hard is.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the air between us seemed to crackle with electricity. “Is that a challenge, Ethan?”

I didn’t answer, just let the silence stretch, thick and heavy. The tension was palpable, a live wire sparking between us. I could see the muscle ticking in his jaw, the way his fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to fight, and so did I. It was inevitable.

Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing my shirtfront and slamming me against the wall. The impact jarred my spine, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the heat of his body pressed against mine, the fury in his eyes.

“You want to play rough?” he growled, his breath hot against my face. “Fine. Let’s play.”

I shoved him back, hard enough to send him stumbling, but he recovered quickly, launching himself at me again. We grappled, hands fisting in each other’s clothes, muscles straining as we fought for dominance. The struggle was brutal, primal, every punch and shove a reminder of the years we’d spent trying to outdo each other.

But there was something else beneath the surface, something darker, more urgent. A need I’d buried deep, only to have it claw its way to the forefront now, fueled by the raw intensity of our clash. My cock twitched in my jeans, a traitorous response to the proximity of his body, the feel of his skin against mine.

Lucas must have felt it too, because his eyes flicked down to my crotch before meeting mine again, a flicker of something—desire?—passing between us. “Fuck, Ethan,” he muttered, his voice rough. “What the hell are we doing?”

I didn’t have an answer, couldn’t form the words even if I tried. All I knew was that I needed more, needed to push this further, to see where it would lead. With a growl, I twisted my arm free from his grip and drove my fist into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs.

He gasped, doubling over, and I seized the opportunity, shoving him to the ground. He hit the floor with a grunt, and I was on him in an instant, pinning him down with my weight, my knee digging into his thigh.

“Stay down,” I ordered, my voice harsh.

He glared up at me, defiance burning in his eyes. “Make me.”

The challenge was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke. “Oh, I plan to.”

With that, I shifted my position, my knee sliding higher until it pressed against the bulge in his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing beneath mine, but he didn’t resist. If anything, he seemed to welcome it, his hips bucking slightly in response.

I smirked, pleased by his reaction. “You like that, don’t you? Being controlled.”

He didn’t answer, just stared up at me, his breathing ragged. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the battle between pride and desire. It was a battle I intended to win.

Reaching down, I undid the button of his jeans, my fingers working quickly. He watched me, his eyes dark and hungry, as I pulled the zipper down and freed his cock from its confines. It sprang up, hard and throbbing, a testament to his arousal.

“Look at you,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around his length. “So eager.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the floor, his eyes closing as I began to stroke him, my grip firm and sure. “Fuck, Ethan…”

I leaned in closer, my mouth hovering just above his as I continued to pump his shaft. “Tell me, Lucas. Do you want this? Do you want me to make you come?”

His eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a mixture of defiance and desperation. “Yes,” he rasped. “God, yes.”

Satisfied, I released him, shifting my position to kneel between his legs. I could see the confusion in his eyes, the uncertainty as to what I planned next. But I wasn’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot.

Reaching down, I unbuckled my own belt, pulling my jeans down just enough to free my erection. I stroked myself once, twice, feeling the pressure build as I prepared to take what I wanted.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded, my voice low and demanding.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting to my cock, then back to my face. But the hunger in his gaze was undeniable, and after a brief pause, he obeyed, parting his lips.

I didn’t wait for him to adjust, just thrust forward, pushing my cock past his lips and into his mouth. He gagged slightly, his throat convulsing around my length, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he took me deeper, his tongue swirling around the head of my dick as he began to suck.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my hand gripping the back of his head as I fucked his mouth. “Take it all, Lucas. Show me how much you want it.”

He complied, his lips tight around my shaft, his tongue working furiously as he swallowed around me. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the pressure mounting with each thrust. But I wasn’t ready to come yet. Not until I’d pushed him to his limit.

Releasing his head, I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at me. “Beg for it,” I demanded, my voice harsh. “Tell me how much you need it.”

He blinked, his eyes glazed with lust, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then, with a shuddering breath, he whispered, “Please, Ethan… I need it… I need you…”

The words were all the permission I needed. With a growl, I pulled out of his mouth, watching as he gasped for air, his lips swollen and wet. Then, without warning, I flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his jeans down to his knees.

“Stay still,” I ordered, my voice commanding.

He complied, his body trembling as I positioned myself behind him. I could see the tension in his muscles, the way he braced himself, waiting for what was to come. And I didn’t disappoint.

Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. “This is what you wanted, right? To submit? To give up control?”

He nodded, his breath hitching as I trailed my free hand down his spine, pausing at the curve of his ass. “Then take it,” I said, my voice a low rumble. “Take everything I’m going to give you.”

With that, I lined myself up, pressing the head of my cock against his entrance. He tensed, his body quivering with anticipation, but he didn’t resist. And when I finally pushed inside, he let out a choked cry, his body clenching around me as I breached him.

“Fuck, Lucas,” I groaned, my hips snapping forward as I buried myself to the hilt. “You feel so good… so tight…”

He whimpered, his hands clutching the floorboards as I began to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate. Each push sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, the sensation of his body gripping mine driving me wild.

“Look at you,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear as I pumped into him. “So desperate… so needy…”

He shuddered, his body arching as I hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Ethan… please…”

“Please what?” I demanded, my voice harsh. “Tell me what you want.”

“More… I want more…”

Satisfied, I increased my pace, my thrusts growing harder, faster. I could feel the heat building in my groin, the pressure mounting with each movement. But I wasn’t done with him yet. Not until I’d taken everything he had to give.

Reaching around, I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts. He cried out, his body bucking beneath mine as I brought him closer to the edge. “Come for me, Lucas,” I ordered, my voice commanding. “Show me how much you need this.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a strangled groan, he came, his body spasming as he spilled over my hand, his release coating the floor beneath him. The sight of him losing control, of him surrendering to me, was too much. With a final, powerful thrust, I followed him over the edge, my release flooding into him as I emptied myself completely.

Panting, I collapsed onto his back, my weight pressing him into the floor. For a moment, we lay there, both of us gasping for breath, the reality of what we’d just done sinking in.

“Ethan…” Lucas’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. “What now?”

I didn’t have an answer. All I knew was that this was far from over. There was still so much left unsaid, so much left unresolved. And as I lifted myself off him, my mind racing with possibilities, I realized that this was only the beginning.

Synopsis:
Ethan and Lucas are former Marines, once part of the same elite unit, where camaraderie was essential, but so was competition. Their rivalry began during their service, with both men vying for top accolades, leadership, and respect. The fierce competition between them masked an undeniable attraction neither wanted to admit, especially in a military environment that demanded control and composure.

Years later, both have transitioned into successful civilian lives—Ethan as the CEO of a high-powered security firm, and Lucas as the head of a rival company. When a government contract requires their firms to collaborate, they are forced to work together. The project takes them to a remote cabin in the mountains for a weekend retreat, meant to smooth over professional differences and solidify their alliance.

Old resentments and desires flare as they are once again thrust into competition, but this time the stakes are different. A heated argument about leadership and control spirals into a physical altercation, igniting long-suppressed sexual tension. In the aftermath of the fight, a power dynamic emerges, where both men push the boundaries between aggression and desire. Involve tons of hot sex and felatio.

Themes:
Power Struggle: Their military history adds layers to the ongoing rivalry, with both men used to commanding respect and control.
Dominance & Submission: The tension is rooted in their time as Marines, where physicality and authority were essential to survival, and now, those dynamics play out in their attraction.
Consensual Non-Consent: As the line between fighting and intimacy blurs, the story explores fantasies of surrender and power exchanges that reflect their deep-seated need for control and vulnerability.

Setting:
The story takes place in a secluded luxury cabin nestled in the rugged mountains. Surrounded by nature, far from any civilization, the isolation amplifies the tension, forcing Ethan and Lucas to confront their feelings and desires in a place where there are no distractions and no one else to interfere. The remote, almost primal setting mirrors the rawness of their interactions.

Raw Surrender

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