Chapter 5

It wasn't until after dark that he was visited by the general again. Aside from the few watchmen posted around camp, everyone else had wandered to their tents well over an hour ago. Hamilton had just been falling asleep when his ears picked up heavy footfalls outside his tent. Initially he dismissed it, his mind drifting off, but then he was jolted awake and aware as the steps stopped directly outside his tent. With a rustle and a brief gust of chilly air, the steps resumed and came to rest next to his cot. Body tense, Hamilton didn't dare look up, holding his breath. When a large hand drew back his blanket and was placed on his lower back, he bristled. Then his cot dipped as an even heavier weight was placed on it, in the form of the man straddling his thighs, chest held inches away from his back.

"So convenient, having you so close by. Very generous, if you ask me." Washington's voice whispered in his ear, his hot breath ghosting over his neck. As a hand ran down his side and came to stop at Alexander's hip, the general lowered his mouth to rest against the boy's ear. "How do you feel about this pleasant surprise?"

"I'm very grateful, sir." Alexander carefully let out, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"I knew you would be, son." That last term causing Alex's teeth to clench. "Make sure to be quiet, now. You wouldn't want the others to hear you."

This statement was followed by the hand on his hip yanking upwards, forcing his ass to press firmly against the general. Feeling a hot, hard length pressed against him, Alex's stomach dropped. The hand holding his hip slid down, pulling his underclothes with it. The large hand then moved to cup and squeeze one side of his ass, thumb brushing over his opening. Washington chuckled lowly in his ear as he prodded. "You'll feel so nicely wrapped tight around my cock."

Tracing his hand up Hamilton's side, he let his fingers stop Alex's mouth. Knowing this was his only chance to ease his nearing uncomfort, Alexander took the general's fingers in his mouth, sliding his tongue around them, trying to coat them with as much saliva as possible. Too soon, Washington removed his hand, bringing it back down to rest at his entrance. Circling it with his index finger, Washington then started to push the large digit into the smaller man. Alexander bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the dull throb of being breached. Regardless of the young man's pain, Washington quickly inserted a second finger, scissoring the tight passage open. Satisfied, the general's hand retreated, replaced with the blunt head of his cock. Hamilton felt the older man spread his ass with his hands, the tip of the man's erection positioned at his opening. Trying to relax as much as he could, he took several quiet, deep breaths. Then, with only the tightening of the general's hands as a warning, the man started to push into him, forcing his large cock to be taken by him.

Tears stung his eyes, seeping down his face as his bit his fist until it bled. He felt as if he was being ripped apart, his legs shaking trying to stay up for the general. The searing burn he felt was similar to the way he had always imagined being shot would feel. As he finally felt Washington's hips against him, he realized the man had finally fully sunk into him. He registered the strained breathing behind him, and felt disgust rise in him at the knowledge that the general was truly enjoying taking him in this manner. Once Washington started to pull back out, Alexander tried to distract himself with strategizing for the future, reminding himself what all of this was for. Despite repeating his reasons in his head, he couldn't block out the pain or the quiet grunts of his once revered general as he thrust into him with increasing speed. He could feel every throbbing, minute motion as Washington tore him from the inside out. The nerves in his hand twitched as his teeth cut more deeply into it, blood trickling down his clenched fingers, mixing with his spit and tears.

Nails digging into his hips brought him sharply out of his inner monologue, the agonizing grip on him sure to bruise. He took his que to start moving his hips, albeit sloppily, with the general. Swallowing a whimper, Alexander followed along with Washington's wishes, trying to avoid any further painful reminders. Praying for the first time in what was sure to be years, Hamilton begged and pleaded in his mind to never be caught in this position by any other eyes than those in this tent. He could feel rage building in him, a drive to make sure he did this perfectly. If he needed to be the perfect submissive in order to rise up, then so be it. Despite his determination, he could still feel a part of him breaking.

Continuing to writhe his hips, Hamilton grit his teeth as the older man started to push more forcefully into him, knowing that if he held on a bit longer, Washington would finish soon. As the panting behind him increased, Alexander stifled a gasp of surprise when the general grabbed him by the shoulders for better leverage, jamming him against the man's thrusting hips. Shortly thereafter, Washington stiffened, and the man's cock pulsed inside him, followed by a burst of heat in Hamilton's abdomen. The general all but collapsed on top of him, pinning him to his cot, his sweat dampening his shirt. After the large man caught his breath he he moved his mouth to brush over Alexander's ear once more.

"I look forward to filling you up with all my loads, son." A low chuckle followed, his chest rumbling against Alex's back. "I'll see you tomorrow in my office, congratulations on your new position."

"I look forward to serving you, sir."

"I know."