"Rank. Off." Grunted the commanding officer.
"You can kiss my furry ass, old man!" snapped the sailor.
"If that's how you want to play it, boy, I'll show you your place." retorted the admiral.
"Try me."
All but the cardinal desire for more was remaining at the bottom of the admiral's boot with the hours passing by in a private quarter, the moans muffled by the thick walls of the ship, the tears of pain and pleasure rolling down the cheeks of a young Arinos as the sole of a heavy boot rolled around his family jewels.
"You're liking this, aren't you, you little insubordinate furball. Now say it. tell me you want more."
"M-...More!" Screamed the young seaman, brought to the teetering edge of orgasm.
