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General J.E.B. Stuart had found himself in a predicament. It had been seven days since he had last seen or spoken to General Robert E. Lee and had now found himself alone with him in his headquarters.

He had acted a fool, not once but twice. He had come to explain the situation faced by his cavalry, hoping for repentance from the commanding general. However, his general did not want to hear his excuses.

“I have told you there is no time for that!” General Lee had lashed out at the younger man in a fit of rage, “There is no time!” 

Stuart’s eyes had widened in embarrassment, holding his sword out for the taking. He had tried to hand it off as a peace offering, hoping his removal of the object would be accepted. He had only angered the southern gentleman more. He had never heard the older man yell before.

Lee looked down and let out a deep sigh. He took a minute to think then slowly took a step forward to the taller boy who was now straight as a rod, eyes the size of saucers. He was still holding out the sword.

“There is another fight tomorrow and we need you. We need every man, God knows.” Lee softly took the handle of the sword from Stuart. “You must take what I’ve told you… and learn from it.” He lined up the sword with Stuart’s scabbard, “As a man does.” He shoved the sword into place, rattling both the scabbard and Stuart’s frame where his eye twitched at the push.

Stuart stared speechless at Lee, a blush forming on his face. His predicament had started to take shape with a growing problem in his trousers. 

“There has been a mistake. It will not happen again. I know your quality.” Lee reached out to take hold of Stuart’s arm, gripping it. “You are one of the finest cavalry officers and your service to this army has been invaluable.” 

Stuart let out a breath he had been holding for what seemed like the past three minutes, the praise getting to his head. Lee took a few more moments to hold the man’s bicep before dropping his hand, “Now, let us speak no more of this,” he sighed.

Stuart’s commanding general, the leading general of the whole Army of Northern Virginia had just yelled at him, then soothed him with praise. It couldn’t be exactly his fault that he had grown excited as he tried to shake off his current erection. Lee had turned away making his way to the next room over as Stuart went to pick up his hat.

“Sir,” Stuart spoke without thinking. “I apologize. For everything.” Lee had turned to the cavalry officer, eyes tired and body hunched in exhaustion. In the dark lighting, you could still see the blush on Stuart’s face and his feathered hat now covered his embarrassment in his trousers. Lee peered down at the hat knowing exactly what had happened.

Lee pondered what he would do next and then looked at the boy, “Come here, son,” before settling down in his rocking chair. Stuart shuffled his way to the General and stood in front of him. “We have no more time for your nonsense, and that includes this.” He spoke before tearing the hat away from him, showing the obvious tent in Stuart’s pants. 

Stuart gasped then let out a soft noise now that he had been found out by one of the most important men to him. “Sir I-I didn’t mean-”

 “Settle down now, come closer.” Stuart shut his mouth and listened to his commander, scooting himself closer until Lee pulled him between his legs. “Kneel.” Stuart hit the floor with a clunk from his sword and stared up at Lee through his eyelashes. He grabbed onto his thighs and waited for his next command.

Neither man had expected the night to end this way, as Lee let his hand flutter through the strands on the boy’s head. Lee thought of it as a way to help the now-shivering cavalry officer. “This will be your punishment. After this, I want you out of this house to prepare for tomorrow.” Stuart nodded fervently in reply, looking at him through glaze-covered eyes.

Lee removed the hand in Stuart’s hair and slowly worked his trousers open before taking out his half-hard cock. Stuart shuffled closer into his space and gaped at him. “Have you ever done this before, boy?” Stuart shook his head no but seemed eager to take it into his mouth. “That’s a shame, you would have made a beautiful camp whore.”

This made Stuart shut his eyes and whimper, clenching his thighs to get some sort of friction on his member. “Stop that,” Lee said, holding his cock in one hand and raising Stuart’s chin with the other. “Open.” Stuart obliged immediately, dropping his jaw and letting his tongue hang out. 

Lee growled, “Scrape your teeth against me and you’ll be sent away without any help .” He clicked his boot against Stuart’s thigh and they opened, after which he pressed down on Stuart’s clothed erection. Stuart shook and let out a “Hah…” before the hand on his chin tore up to his hair. “Come on now. Take it into your mouth.”

Stuart, inexperienced, wrapped his mouth around the member where his tongue clung to the underside. It tasted like salt and vinegar as he tried to take all of it into his mouth before gagging. “Slow down son,” Lee whispered, going back to petting his hair.

Stuart tried to remember the tactics that he had previously enjoyed with women of the night as well as his wife. He took hold of the bottom and made his way back to the top where he tongued the precum at his slit. He began to suck on the tip, making loud, embarrassing noises. Lee’s cock was fully hard now as he sat back and watched his officer try to successfully suck him off.

Stuart came off his cock with a pop and decided to nose his way down to the hair at Lee’s hilt, taking in his scent of sweat and soap. Lee smirked, letting the younger man discover every bit of his member. Licking his way back up, he decided to take him back into his mouth. Trying to avoid using his teeth he started moving himself back and forth erratically in an attempt to get the older man off. 

The cavalry officer took himself as far as he could go and let it settle in his throat, trying not to gag around it. As he learned to breathe with it in his mouth he decided to look back up at Lee with tears at the corners of his eyes. Lee groaned at the sight, “You dirty whore.” In response, Stuart’s eyes closed and the tears fell freely, his eyebrows scrunched in a frown, and forced himself down all of the way to the hilt. He wanted to prove that he was worthy to his general. He was sorry for his failures.

Lee was in awe at the boy who had taken him so quickly and effortlessly, but just as he thought of it Stuart began to gag and pulled himself off taking large gasps of air. He stared back up at Lee as he took the open-mouthed gasps, there was spit running down his chin and into his beard, his mustache was dampened with the liquids as well. It was an incredible sight to the General who lustfully tightened his grip on Stuart’s hair and pulled him back to his cock.

“Stay limp, I’m going to fuck your throat.” Stuart obeyed, immediately going limp in his hand. He pulled the boy back onto his cock who immediately tried to breathe out of his nose. He rocked the boy back and forth before standing up from his chair and kicking it back. By now, tears ran down Stuart’s cheeks in droves as he was taken advantage of. Lee began to earnestly fuck his mouth while taking breaks by forcing the younger man to sit at his hilt.

 The boy was gasping for air and began to gag. “Shut up, slut. This is your punishment.” With both of his hands now in the mess that was once Stuart’s styled hair, he fucked the throat before pulling him off so he could get some air. He was now a mess with tears, snot, and drool running down his face and into his beard. His cock was still clothed and hard as he fucked into the air wanting any sort of attention. 

“Sir…” Stuart sniffled, his voice ragged and fucked out. 

“We’re almost finished son.” Lee soothed him by pressing his hair back down into place. He took the boy’s chin again and stared down at him. Stuart was far away, his pupils were blown up with half-lidded eyes. The sight almost made the older general come, but he just pulled the boy back to his cock.

The boy opened his mouth to receive him once more, letting his tongue hang out fully. “Good Lord, son. I should have the others come take a look at you.” Lee said, pressing his tip on Stuart’s tongue. “I bet they would have a day with you. Maybe you’ll get laid out on the table, stripped and fucked over our maps. You would like that wouldn’t you son? Longstreet? Armistead?” Stuart was shaking again, vividly imagining what would happen if his fellow soldiers saw him like this. He closed his eyes and took Lee in one more time, with a few more pulls he felt a warm, salty substance fill his throat and mouth. In the last moment, Lee pulled out and coated his nose and beard with his last remnants of come.

“Good boy.” Lee sighed as Stuart scrunched his nose at the taste of the cum, “Swallow.” At the order, he took it down immediately. Lee placed himself back in his trousers and fixed himself. “Come here, stand up now,” Stuart grunted and stood up on wobbly legs as if he were a newborn foal. He was still hard and whimpered as Lee went to grab his clothed erection. “No more mistakes, you hear me, boy?” Stuart frantically nodded, eyes wide open as his hands flew to grapple onto the older man’s coat. “Let me hear it out loud.”

“Yes sir, no more mistakes sir.“ Stuart hissed out as Lee opened up his trousers and took his member in hand. He moved across it once dryly which made Stuart cry out and roughly tug on his general’s coat.

“Stop it, boy.” Stuart immediately complied once again going back to a limp state as Lee finally made it to his tip to coat his hand with precum. The noises that came out of the man’s mouth had Lee once again in awe, even at his older age the noises made his member prick up once more. Stuart dug his face into Lee’s shoulder as he fucked himself on the general’s hand, panting before he coated the hand in come. Coming down off his high, Stuart backed off with the come on his face drying into clumps. Lee raised his slickened hand with a raised eyebrow and Stuart knew to lick off the remnants of himself. 

“Clean yourself up boy, you’ve got shit all over your face.” Stuart blushed and scrubbed his face with his coat sleeve, not doing much other than smearing everything on his face deeper into his facial hair. Lee smirked and walked into the other room. Stuart put himself away and picked up his belongings off the ground when Lee appeared once more with a wet washrag. 

“Come here dear,” the general spoke and Stuart trudged over while he tried to fix his hair into a workable state. Lee patted down the younger man’s face, washing off what they had done together in only a few strokes. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Stuart silently nodded, a blush rising at the thought of how he had just acted. He ordered me to, was his only reason for why he had gone along with it.

“Thank you, sir.” The washcloth left Stuart’s face.

“I know you’re a good man Jeb.”

“...Thank you, sir.”

“Get some sleep tonight, you’re going to need it for tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir,” Stuart said, who backed away from his general. He turned and made his way to the door before looking back at Lee. Like a completely different man, he saluted the commanding officer who saluted back before leaving the house.

Lee stood there for a moment before closing his eyes. Everything seemed to hurt his head nowadays. He retrieved his chair from the corner he kicked it in and sat down. He was tired and angry. One more assault, he thought, rubbing his head.