“May 15, 1944.”
I strode imperiously into the interrogation chamber in the basement of Gestapo headquarters, looking like a recruiting poster for muscular blonde Aryan perfection in my fitted, immaculate uniform.
Sergeant Carlos Greywolf, the American Army paratrooper captured just hours before, sat on the interrogation chair, his legs spread wide and strapped to the legs of the chair, while his arms were stretched over his head and fastened behind the high back of the chair with thick leather cuffs. His identification tags, called by the Americans “dog tags” hung in the valley between his thick, muscled pectorals.
My prisoner moaned softly as he watched while I set a small pair of serrated metal clamps attached by a chain, floggers, and other torture devices on the small table positioned in front of the interrogation chair, knowing that I would use any of the devices to get the information I needed.
I turned my attention to the helpless, heavily muscled American. The sweat was trickling down his torso from his deeply corded armpits, while it beaded up on his gleaming, sculpted chest. I had ordered him bound to the chair stripped down to his fatigue pants and combat boots leaving his bare torso stretched and exposed for his torture session. His long, thick black hair was gathered into a roll that was bound at the back of the American's neck.
The bound soldier started to struggle against his restraints, every muscle rippling and flexing under his brown skin when I picked up the small metal clamps. His eyes widened in fear and anticipation as he watched me open the clamps and move them towards the solid nipples capping his muscled chest, which was rising and falling faster and faster as he was gasping for air.
“Is there anything you wish to tell me, Sergeant?” I leered at him.
“Greywolf, Carlos. Sergeant. U.S. Army. Serial number 263-09-632” he said, staring defiantly into my eyes.
“Wrong answer.” I shook my head, and slowly let the clamps start to bite into the hard, brown flesh of his nipples above and below the silver rings that were pierced through his tits. His head rolled back as he started to groan as the pain in his chest slowly started to build as the sharpened metal teeth of the clamps bit deeper and deeper into his thick brown nipples.
“You sadistic bastard” he moaned. “You can't do this. Torture is against the Geneva Convention!”
“Actually Sergeant, I can do this, and I will do whatever it takes to get the information that I need! Also, I don't see any representatives from Switzerland here right now!” I gloated. “I guess we will just have to be sure they never find out.”
Once the Torture clamps were set, I let him sit there, writhing and moaning in pain, the muscles bulging in his chest and shoulders, with the clamps biting deeply into his nipples for a good ten minutes before I started to slowly but deliberately pull on the chain that ran between the clamps. The muscular American began to growl deeply in his throat as his nipples were pulled further and further from his rock hard pectorals. I slowly but deliberately stretched his thick nipples until they were pulled a good 3 inches from his muscular pecs.
The American moaned as I held the chain taut for almost five minutes, forcing him to gasp for air in shallow breaths to keep from increasing the torture of his nipples.
Suddenly, I released the chain, the American gasping in pain and surprise as the pressure on his tits was released. I reached in and opened both clamps at the same time and removed them from his tits. The sergeant screamed, straining against his restraints in agony when I started to twist and roll his tender nipples between my fingers. I tortured his nipples for another five minutes or so before releasing the now swollen, tender knots of flesh. The sweat was pouring down his body now as he struggled to endure the agonizing Torture.
“Well, Sergeant, do you still insist that you don’t know anything about the plans for the upcoming invasion? You can save yourself an immense amount of pain and suffering if you tell me everything you know!”
“Greywolf, Carlos. Sergeant. United States Army. Serial number 263-09-632.” He gasped, still in pain from his nipple torture.
“All right, Sergeant. If that is the way you want it, then so be it.”
He watched me intently as I picked up a small riding crop. He moaned again and looked down at the crop, his eyes wide with fear as I slowly stroked the end of the crop across his hard muscled chest.
“Last chance, Sergeant. You know the plans. I know you know the plans. Even my guest knows you know the plans;” I said, referring to the young but tough looking Japanese army attaché, who stood watching silently.
“We both are aware of the reason that the Americans parachuted you in before the invasion. You are one of the so-called Indian code talkers of the Americans. That is why they allow you to wear your hair longer than the usual soldiers, and why you have the unusual body jewelry and markings on your chest. You WILL tell me what I need to know, and you WILL tell me how to interpret your Native American language!”
I didn’t comment on the rings pierced through my own nipples, much like the ones the Sergeant had. My superior officers pretended not to know about my preferences for young men rather then women, as homosexuality was not the German way, but they overlooked it due to my record as an unfailingly effective interrogator.
The muscled American glared at me with an expression of pure hatred and snarled; “Fuck you, you Nazi bastard! I won't talk! You want to Torture me? Fine. Go ahead and Torture me! I can endure your Tortures for as long as you can endure the screaming!”
I smiled thinly at his show of defiance as I raised my arm and swung the crop.
The leather end of the crop whistled through the air before it smashed into the brown flesh of the American’s chest with a resounding SMACK.
His muscles bulged and writhed, as he hissed in agony between his clenched teeth. I could tell he was struggling to remain silent for as long as possible, as a show of strength, and his determination not to divulge any information. Again and again I slammed the thick leather of the crop into the hard muscles of my prisoner’s body. Angry looking red welts began to raise on his dark bronze skin. After about the sixth or seventh stroke of the crop, Sergeant Greywolf began to scream and writhe in agony every time the crop slashed across his body. I had to admit that I was impressed with his courage and his strength of will. Most of my previous prisoners screamed after the second or third hit.
I continued to torture his chest for another couple of minutes before setting the crop down. Sergeant Greywolf slumped down in his bondage moaning in pain, his head falling down against his chest. I grabbed a handful of his thick black hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look directly into my eyes.
“Talk, dammit!” I snapped, before slapping the handsome American’s face twice.
He licked his dry lips. “Fuck you, you kraut bastard.” he gasped. “I will tell you nothing! And fuck that little Jap, as well!”
“SCHEISSE!” I snarled, releasing his hair.
At that, the Japanese Army Captain stepped forward.
“Perhaps it is you who will end up getting fucked, American pig!” he hissed softly. The Captain turned to me.
“May I have an opportunity to question our guest? Perhaps I can convince him of the error of his ways.” The Captain looked at my prisoner with a grin that was positively feral.
I turned to a far corner of the interrogation room where a single figure sat, shrouded in shadow. He gave me a single nod of his head.
“Go ahead, Captain. Do your worst!” I said, stepping back to watch.
The Captain nodded to me, before stripping off his uniform shirt, exposing his lean, but incredibly solidly muscled torso. He had several tattoos on his body, including a dragon on one side of his chest, and a large bird spread out across the width of his shoulders.
“Now my friend, let us talk” he said, just before picking up the box containing the electrical generator used to torture a prisoner by sending a sharp current of power through his body.
There were two double wires coming out of the box, which split into two separate leads about a foot from their ends. Each wire had both a positive lead, and a negative lead.
The American threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs as Captain Wong attached one of the pair of biting electrical clamps to the tip of each of the prisoner's thick, brown nipples, and clipped the other clamps to the silver metal rings pierced through the flesh of the prisoner's tits and slowly began to turn the crank of the generator. Every muscle in the brown torso of the helpless prisoner writhed and strained, as the sweat poured down his body. The veins stood out on the sergeant's massive biceps and forearms as he struggled against the pain that was tearing through his entire body from his clamped, electrified nipples. The expression on the Captain’s face was almost frightening. He had a totally evil, almost maniacal grin splitting his usually inscrutable face. I could tell he was enjoying brutally torturing our prisoner, showing absolutely no mercy.
The faster the crank on the generator was turned, the more current would be created. Captain Wong was alternating between a slow, deliberate turning of the crank, and a short burst of faster turning. Whenever the captain would turn the crank faster, Sergeant Greywolf’s muscles would flex to their limits, the veins popping out across his thick pectoral muscles and across his huge biceps. The cords would stand out on his neck as a raw scream of sheer agony would be torn from his throat.
The electrical torture device was designed to cause the most pain to a prisoner without the chance of actually electrocuting him. I knew that the pain ripping through the American’s tender nipples was absolutely excruciating, having actually felt the electrical current myself, during a session of “mutual interrogation training” with Captain Wong.
Captain Wong continued his electrical Torture of the American’s nipples for at least forty-five minutes, ending it with an extended period of his cranking the handle on the generator as fast as he could for almost two minutes, the Sergeant screaming in pure agony the entire time. The massive muscles in the American's torso were quivering and shaking uncontrollably by the time the Torture ended.
When Captain Wong finally removed the clamps from the American’s nipples, the prisoner slumped down, gasping for air and only being held upright by his tightly stretched and bound arms.
“Do you have anything to say now, Sergeant Greywolf?” sneered the Captain.
The American nodded weakly, his chest heaving.
Captain Wong turned to me. “You see Major Kurtz, he can be cooperative!”
With that, the Captain leaned close to the gasping American’s face.
“GO TO HELL, YOU FUCKING LITTLE JAP BASTARD!!” screamed the Sergeant, directly into the Captain’s ear.
Captain Wong jerked upright like he had been shot, and slapped Sergeant Greywolf’s face twice. “You will pay for that, American pig! Major, release him from the chair and suspend him from the chains. I am finished being gentle with him!”
I released the American prisoner's legs from their bondage, then freed his arms from the metal shackles holding then over his head, and forcefully pushed him to the floor. The prisoner didn't resist, seemingly too weakened by his torture to do more than whimper softly. He fell to the floor like a rag doll.
Captain Wong stepped to the prisoner and without warning, jammed the toe of his right boot into the American's heaving, washboard stomach muscles!
Sargent Greywolf groaned loudly. Captain Wong bent down and grabbed a handful of the muscled Indian's hair. He yanked the gasping, moaning prisoner to his knees.
Leaning down, the Captain growled; “Your defiance will cost you dearly. I do hope pain is something that you truly enjoy, Sergeant!”
Captain Wong turned to me, and snarled; “Major, you know what to do! Stretch him up to prepare him for real torture!”
Within a couple of minutes, Sergeant Greywolf was stretched in the center of the room, arms drawn tightly over his head, his wrists shackled to a thick metal bar suspended by chains from the ceiling beams, while his booted feet were spread and shackled to bolts imbedded in the concrete of the floor. Every muscle in his entire body rippled with his every movement as he struggled futilely against his bonds, and the sweat ran in small streams down from his open, spread armpits and across his flat, washboard stomach and broad, v-tapered back, staining the top of his fatigue pants.
Captain Wong stepped to the shelves holding my Interrogation gear, searching for something. His eyes lit up when he found what he was looking for.
The Captain walked back and stood in front of the American, holding a leather flogger.
“Do you wish to reconsider your decision to not talk, Sergeant, or would you rather I begin to strip the skin from your body?” hissed the still enraged captain.
“FUCK YOU, you little slant-eyed bastard!” groaned the American Prisoner.
Captain Wong glared at him and swung the flogger, slashing the tails across the chest of the prisoner. The helpless American screamed again and again, as the Captain flogged first his chest, and then his thickly muscled back for at least ten minutes each.
I watched as the normally deep brown skin of the Sergeant began to turn red, as thick, angry looking welts began to raise across his muscled physique. Every time the flogger smashed into his body, the handsome Native American would flex his muscles as hard as he could, while screaming in agony. Captain Wong's muscles rippled and flowed under his golden skin as he swung the flogger, torturing the American prisoner beyond anything I would have thought he could endure!
By the time Captain Wong set the flogger down, both his body, and the body of the tortured American were drenched with sweat and glistening in the lights of the interrogation room. Captain Wong grabbed a handful of the American's hair, and held his head still while glaring into his eyes. The captain slowly smiled and suddenly leaned in and started to lick the sweat from the left armpit of the groaning American soldier.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing, you sick little fucker?” growled the American.
Captain Wong didn’t say a word, but simply continued to lick out the open, stretched armpit of the prisoner. He licked the left armpit for a good five minutes before switching to the right armpit, and cleaning it out as well.
When the captain had finished licking out both armpits, he worked his mouth across the heaving, sweaty chest of our prisoner and took the sergeant’s right nipple into his mouth. The American moaned with pleasure as the captain began to gently nurse the swollen, tender knot of flesh with his lips and tongue, but the moans turned into screams as the captain began to bite the nipple.
Sergeant Greywolf screamed again and again as Captain Wong began to bite down harder and harder on the thick, swollen knot of flesh with the thick, silver ring pierced through it. The muscles of his shoulders and abs flexed and writhed from the pain of the torture of his nipple. I decided to help if I could, and leaned in and took Sergeant Greywolf’s left nipple into my mouth. He shrieked even louder as both of his tender nipples were now being savagely tortured again.
I had my right hand on the Sergeant's back, and my left hand on his stomach muscles to help balance myself, and I was amazed at the feel of his hard muscles under his sweat slick skin. It was like feeling a pile of rocks covered with thin leather.
The painful torture of the helpless American’s nipples continued for another couple of minutes before both Captain Wong and I pulled back from his chest. The gasping, moaning soldier sagged down, groaning in agony.
“God, you’re both sick fucking faggots!” moaned the Sergeant.
Luckily for me, he didn't see me licking his sweat from my hands, and marveling at the taste. His nipples had tasted very good, as well, covered with his spicy, salty sweat. I now knew why the captain had been so excited by licking out the American's armpits.
“Don’t you have anything useful to say, American?” growled the Captain.
“Greywolf, Carlos. Sergeant, United States Army. Serial number 263-09-632” gasped our prisoner.
Something seemed to snap inside the Captain. He swore in his native language, and stepped to the table holding my torture implements. The Captain pulled on a thick pair of leather gloves that were lying there.
Striding back to the helpless American, Captain Wong reached out and grabbed the throat of our prisoner with his left hand.
“Since you don’t have anything useful to say, you don’t really need any air!” snarled the Captain, just before he swung his right arm and drove his fist deeply into the stretched, rippling washboard stomach of the American, exactly where he had kicked him just minutes before!
Sergeant Greywolf grunted a loud “OOOFF!” as the air was pounded out of his lungs again by the vicious punch. Every sculpted muscle of the handsome American’s torso flexed and strained as he desperately struggled for breath.
Captain Wong stepped in front of the struggling, writhing soldier and started to pound his fists into Sergeant Greywolf’s stretched abs, alternating his fists. He pounded his right fist into the washboard ab muscles, then waited just until the American could gasp for air one time before pounding his left fist in just as deeply. The American's abs were a bright red from the beating, flexing and rippling with each punch.
The brutal beating continued a good ten minutes before Captain Wong stepped back and pulled off his gloves. He reached out to the crotch of Sergeant Greywolf’s fatigue pants, grabbed his genitals through the cloth, and squeezed.
Sergeant Greywolf threw his head back and screamed as loudly as he could!
“TALK, AMERICAN PIG!” shouted Captain Wong.
“Fuck you, Jap!” moaned the Sergeant through his agony.
“No, I believe I am going to fuck you, pig! It is interesting that you seem to be excited, even as you protest, American. I see that you are as hard as any man I have ever before encountered” said Captain Wong, even as he continued to feel the bulging front of the struggling American’s fatigues.
He turned to where I was standing watching the ongoing contest of wills.
“Major Kurtz, would you like to assist me? I am sure he will be more than ready to talk to us after he has felt the pleasure of a man’s cock in his ass or his mouth!”
The young soldier struggled against his bonds, but to no avail as the Captain and I unfastened his fatigue pants and let them drop to his knees. I was amused to see that the Captain was right, that the American’s thick, veined cock was totally erect, even as he moaned; “No, no, you sick fuckers! You queer bastards!”
I was impressed by the determination and the pure sadism of the young Japanese Army Captain, but even more impressed by the strength of the American Army Sergeant. If these were the caliber of men that were going to be sent against us in the invasion, I feared that we would be in for a long, bitter fight before the ultimate victory of the Reich!
Captain Wong went back to the shelves holding the Torture gear, and picked up his next torture device. Stepping in front of the helpless American, he knelt down and strapped a tight leather harness around the prisoner's low hanging balls.
The Sergeant moaned at the feel of the tight leather surrounding his balls, then began to howl as Captain Wong began to hang weights from a hook suspended from a chain attached to the harness. I watched as the American's balls stretched lower and lower as the Captain added more and more weights. Sergeant Greywolf's muscles rippled and bulged under his dripping, bronze skin as the torture continued. More and more weight was added, the American finally beginning to scream as the total passed 25 pounds, or over 11 Kilograms. The captain continued to add even more weight, until I was sure the American's nuts would be torn off! When Captain Wong stood back up, there was a total of over 20 Kilos, or about 45 Pounds stretching the American's balls.
Next, Captain Wong reached for the small flat Leather case on the shelves. Opening it, he showed the collection of shiny silver metal rods to the prisoner.
“Do you know what these are used for, Sergeant?” he asked, almost conversationally.
The American prisoner just shook his head, still gasping for air, fighting to breathe through his pain. Captain Wong just smiled at him, an expression that sent chills down my spine!
“I suppose a demonstration will be in order, then.” he gloated.
Kneeling down in front of the American, he reached out and grasped the Sergeant's cock, which had softened from the Torture of his balls, and began to gently stroke it, until it was fully erect once again. The prisoner moaned and gasped for air. Then Captain Wong withdrew a slim metal rod from the case, and applied a bit of a lubricant to the end on the rod. While the American watched with an expression of pure horror on his face, the Captain slowly started to insert the rod into the piss hole in the head of the prisoner's cock!
“NO, OH GOD, NO!” Screamed the American. “What the fuck are you doing, you fucking queer, perverted bastard? You're gonna tear me apart!”
“Would you rather tell me what we need to know, Sargent?” asked the Captain.
“Greywolf, Carlos, Sargent, U.S. Army. Serial Number 263-09-632” groaned the American Prisoner.
Captain Wong smiled up at him. “I was rather hoping you would say that, Sergeant! That means my enjoyment will be prolonged. Yes, I do get a great deal of erotic pleasure from Torturing a muscled man like yourself, even if the information we eventually get from you is important or not!”
With that he went back to sliding the metal rod deeper and deeper into the hard cock of the screaming American Prisoner of War. The torture with the rods lasted almost 30 minutes, with thicker and thicker rods being inserted into the Sergeant's urethra, one after another until he was shrieking and shaking uncontrollably.
I had to admit that I had never been so sexually excited during a Torture session with a Prisoner before! The massively muscled, glistening bronze physique being subjected to unbearable Tortures was the single most erotic thing I had EVER seen.
Captain Wong's lean, ripped physique was equally as exciting, but in a different way.
Sergeant Greywolf reminded me of a prize Bull, tough, strong, and a sculpted mass of muscles. Captain Wong, on the other hand, reminded me of a Lean, Wiry Cheetah, muscles flowing and flexing as he moved.
Sergeant Greywolf was gasping for air, struggling to breathe through the intense agony that HAD to be tearing through his guts. The Captain stood in front of him when he had withdrawn the last rod from the Sergeant's swollen, Tortured cock.
“Anything to say now, my friend?” Taunted the Captain.
“Yeah”. moaned the prisoner. “Fuck You, you queer Nip!”
Captain Wong's eyes narrowed, and he slapped the face of the American prisoner again, then reached out with one foot and kicked the weights hanging from the American's now distended, purple balls, causing them to swing. The American shrieked in raw agony, and sagged down as his knees buckled, supported only by his spread arms.
Captain Wong stood in front of the Sergeant, looking silently into his face for just a few moments before suddenly dropping to his knees and leaning in to suck the swollen cock of the Native American soldier into his mouth. The shaft was a good eight inches long, with a thick, bulbous head that was almost purple in color.
Sergeant Greywolf struggled against his bonds and snarled; “You sick little fucker! You queer bastard!” as he felt his cock being sucked, but it seemed to me that his struggles were becoming fainter and fainter. Within another minute or so, he just rolled his head back and began to groan with pleasure.
He softly moaned; “Oh God, that feels good. Suck my cock, Jap. Suck my fat cock! Yeah, you want it, Jap? Suck a real man’s cock! Damn, that’s good. That’s a good hot nip mouth. Suck me off, you little fucker! Swallow my cum, you cock-sucking Jap!”
Then he started to moan something in a language I could not understand at all. I suspected it was whatever Native American Language the code-talkers used for their secret communications.
Captain Wong seemed to increase his efforts until, within another couple of minutes, the helpless soldier started to gasp and growl deeply in his throat. The amazing muscles in his stretched torso began to flex and ripple as Captain Wong’s hands stroked the dripping wet skin before reaching up and beginning to twist the American’s nipples again. The Sergeant’s entire gleaming, sweat glazed body convulsed, his defined washboard abdominal muscles rippling and bulging as he shot a load of his sperm into the sucking mouth of his torturer. The heavy weight stretching his nuts had to be adding to the American Soldier's agony, since his nuts were trying to pull up as he came.
As the prisoner came, Captain Wong twisted his nipples as hard as he could, causing the sergeant to throw his head back and scream at the top of his lungs, even while filling the mouth of his torturer with his thick sperm.
Captain Wong swallowed the hot load before he stood up. He turned to me and grinned, licking his lips.
“Very satisfying. I am sure that I am not the first man to enjoy the hard cock of this American pig. Our generals have told us about the depravities that many Americans enjoy. Sex with their fellow soldiers, sex with children, and more. It is inevitable that they will be defeated!”
Sergeant Greywolf just stared at the Captain. “You’re one to talk, you fucker! You’re the one that just sucked my dick and swallowed my cum. Who’s the depraved one here?”
He turned his attention to me. “And you, you Nazi bastard! You’re no better than he is. You’re both sick, twisted fuckers, and you can both go straight to hell!”
Without changing my expression, I stepped in and pounded my bare fist deeply into the solid abdominal muscles of the prisoner.
The Native American soldier's knees buckled again, and he slumped down in his chains, his entire body weight now supported only by his arms, gasping for air, desperately trying to take a breath.
The Captain’s expression hardened and he snarled; “Very nice speech, Sergeant. Now we will find the information we require. Your pleasure has ended. You thought there was pain before, but that was nothing compared to what you will endure until you give us the information.”
Sergeant Greywolf lifted his head and weakly gasped; “Fuck you,...you little queer Jap. Do whatever you...want. Torture me... all you...want, you...little son-of-a bitch. I’ll never...tell you anything!”
The Captain’s face slowly twisted into the most purely evil smile I had ever seen on a man’s face.
“A challenge, it seems. I believe that I can force you to tell us everything that we need to know, American pig!” he sneered.
I helped Captain Wong secure the American in a new position that would increase the torture he would have to endure.
His wrists were chained together behind his back, and his elbows were forced as closely together as they could go by a rope wrapped around them and cinched tightly. A long rope was run from his wrists up to a hoisting block on the overhead beam, and then down to another of the beams supporting the roof. A wooden beam was fastened between the American’s ankles, keeping them widely spread apart.
Captain Wong grasped the end of the rope and pulled it savagely, yanking Sergeant Greywolf’s arms up behind his back. The American screamed, even as he was forced to bend over at the waist to ease the strain on his shoulder joints. I could see that the muscles in his broad shoulders were twisting and knotted as they were forced to bend in a direction they weren’t supposed to.
Captain Wong tied off the end of the rope and stepped in front of the helpless, moaning prisoner. He reached out and almost gently stroked his fingers across the writhing, sweat glazed hard muscles of the American’s back and twisted shoulders.
“Very nice, American pig. I will enjoy feeling my cock sliding deeply into your tight ass. I have always enjoyed the company of men, rather than women, so I know how to make a man either sigh with pleasure, or scream in agony. Which would you rather do, pig?”
“You sick fucking Jap faggot! Go to hell, you little nip bastard!” gasped the trussed up American, defiant even in the face of his obvious pain.
“That means you would like to scream in agony. I was hoping you would say something like that, American pig, even though I know that you have enjoyed the company of other men from time to time!” hissed Captain Wong.
He picked up a pair of 2 Kilo lead weights with hooks sticking out of one end. The Captain bent down and hung the weights from the rings pierced through the Sergeant’s nipples. The helpless American soldier shrieked as the weights stretched his already sore nipples almost an inch from his pectorals.
As the Sergeant was shrieking in pain, Captain Wong was stripping off his boots, and then his uniform pants. He slipped his boots back on, and stood in front of the Sergeant. I had to admit that I found the Captain’s solidly muscled, lean body almost as exciting as the thickly muscled physique of the American Army Sergeant. Of course, I had had sex with Captain Wong often in the six weeks since he had been assigned to Gestapo headquarters. We had even “practiced” interrogation techniques on each other several times. I found it interesting that no matter how hard Captain Wong flogged me, or Electrically Tortured my nipples, or whatever else he could think of, he always begged me to torture him even harder, flogging his chest and back until they were welted, or stretching him on the rack until he was shrieking in agony. We would always finish off our “training”sessions by swallowing a load of each others hot sperm. “Major Kurtz, I know that many times you have experienced the pleasure that the tight ass and hot mouth of a young man can offer.” leered Captain Wong. “Come, join me.”
I opened the front of my own uniform pants, pulling out my own cock and stood next to the Captain, directly in front of our trussed up prisoner.
“It will be a pleasure to watch you fuck the mouth of our guest, even while I am fucking his ass!” he leered up into my eyes, just before dropping to his knees in front of me and sucking my rapidly stiffening cock deeply into his mouth.
I moaned at the feel of his tongue running up and down my cock, while the helpless American groaned in apparent disgust. I did notice, however, that Sergeant Greywolf was licking his lips, even as he was intently watching Captain Wong suck my fat nine inch cock. When he glanced up into my eyes, and noticed my slight smile, he pretended to make his apparent revulsion clear.
“God, I knew it. You’re both sick, fucking queers! That’s why it’s going to be so easy for America and our allies to kick your asses all the way to Hell!” moaned the American.
At that, Captain Wong pulled back from my now totally erect cock, stood up and turned to the bound Sergeant. He stared down impassively for just a moment before raising both fists over his head and slamming them down into the twisted, straining, quivering muscles of Sergeant Greywolf’s shoulders! The helpless American shrieked in total agony as the pain ripped through his body.
“Be that as it may, it will still be our pleasure to torture you as long as we want, American pig. Besides, you didn’t seem to mind having your cock sucked!”
With that comment, Captain Wong strode behind the helpless, muscular soldier. The American began to shout “NO, FUCK YOU! NO! OH GOD, NO! YOU QUEER FAGGOT! NOT THAT! DON'T DO THAT, YOU JAP BASTARD!” as he felt the Captain slowly begin to insert a finger into the ass of our prisoner. The Sergeant’s muscles writhed under his gleaming, sweaty skin as Captain Wong inserted first one, the two fingers deeply into the tight asshole of the bound prisoner of war.
The American prisoner began to scream and unleashed a torrent of invective as the Captain worked more and more fingers into his tight ass. I had always been impressed with the inventiveness and originality of American profanity. Sergeant Greywolf was reaching new heights in cursing even as he was being finger fucked.
Finally, I began to grow tired of his swearing, so I stepped in front of him and reached out to his twisted, knotted shoulders. The American’s curses turned into a shriek of total agony when I began to dig my fingers deeply into the rock-hard muscles of his straining shoulders.
“YOU FUCKING SON-OF-A-BITCH!” screamed the Sergeant. “WHEN I GET LOOSE, I’M GONNA KILL BOTH OF YOU BASTARDS!”
I knelt down until I was level with his face, which was twisted in agony and streaked with sweat and tears. Both of his eyes were bloodshot. I grabbed a handful of his long black hair and snapped his head back, forcing him to look directly at me.
“I really don’t think so, Sergeant. What makes you think that you will ever get loose? When you are done pleasuring the Captain and myself and you have given us the information we seek, I may just turn you over to the rest of my guards to use for their pleasure. I personally picked them myself in bed. I know that they will enjoy using that hot, hard muscled body, your tight ass, and your hot mouth, for as long as you can survive. I am curious to see just how long it will take for you to be literally fucked to death, or to live with no food to eat or nothing to drink other then men's sperm. It will be interesting to watch you try to take two cocks in your ass at the same time, while also taking two cocks in your mouth as well. You will personally learn of the superiority of the young German male!” I grinned evilly into his contorted face.
The American just groaned, and seemed to sag down as I released his hair. Captain Wong finally pulled his fingers out of the Sergeant’s ass, and stood directly behind him. Sergeant Greywolf’s muscles began to twist and strain, and he began to groan with pain, and whimper in apparent fear as Captain Wong’s cock began to push inside his already stretched, sore ass. The Captain slowly slid his shaft inside the prisoner, until the entire length of his hard cock was imbedded inside the American.
The Captain began to moan with pleasure as he began to fuck the helpless American’s ass. Sergeant Greywolf was moaning as well as he was being raped, but his moans were moans of pain. I watched for a few minutes, totally mesmerized by the play of the muscles in Captain Wong’s torso. He had the hardest, most perfectly defined stomach muscles I had ever seen. Every cord of muscle bulged with his slightest movement. His hard abdominal muscles were highlighted by the veins that coursed across his stomach and his hard pectoral muscles, and stood out under his golden brown skin. His stomach flexed and rippled as he thrust his cock in and out of Sergeant Greywolf’s ass.
The sweat ran in streams down the Captain’s sculpted body, highlighting every muscle. He started to increase the speed of his fucking of the American’s ass. Sergeant Greywolf could do nothing to stop his rape, as his arms were nearly being torn out of their joints by being pulled so far up behind his back and his feet were held widely apart by the beam.
I was now so excited watching Captain Wong’s muscled physique flexing and rippling as he raped the helpless American soldier that I decided to enjoy myself. I stepped directly in front of Sergeant Greywolf.
Captain Wong, seeing what I was going to do, grabbed a handful of the Sergeant’s long, thick black hair and yanked on it, snapping the prisoner’s head back.
“Open your mouth, Sergeant” I growled. He defiantly clamped his mouth shut, even as the swollen head of my cock pressed against his lips.
“I thought you would do something like that, American. You enjoy having your cock sucked, but apparently you think sucking a cock yourself is beneath you!” I snarled.
I pinched his nose shut with one hand, and began to pound the twisted muscles of his shoulders with the other.
“Sooner or later you will have to open your mouth to either breathe, or scream. It will be interesting to see which you will do first, Sergeant.”
The muscles of his back and arms bulged and writhed as he struggled. Each time my fist slammed into his straining shoulders, every muscle in his torso shuddered, as though a jolt of electricity was shooting through them, and I heard him moan deeply in his chest.
Finally, after about two minutes of the torture, and not being able to breathe, Sergeant Greywolf’s mouth flew open. He shrieked in agony for just a moment, before I drove my now totally erect cock deeply into his throat with one hard thrust of my hips.
The American prisoner of war groaned around my cock as I began to fuck his hot mouth. He was now bent over, helplessly bound in an exquisitely painful position in a darkened torture chamber, with two hot, hard cocks violating his solidly muscled body at the same time. I suspected that the weights hanging from his nipples and his balls were causing him a great deal of pain, as well.
“Captain, I hope the ass of this young man is as hot as his mouth!” I gasped.
Captain Wong groaned “Oh yes. He has an exceptionally hot ass. I know that my cock isn’t the first one that he has ever had! He knows how to work his ass muscles to please a man!”
I told the Captain: “I was just thinking the same thing. He knows how to suck a cock, despite his earlier protestations. I know mine is not the first cock this man has had down his throat, and my sperm won't be the first load he has swallowed, either!”
The Captain continued to fuck the American’s ass with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I was so excited by the look of the Captain’s body that I reached out on either side of Sergeant Greywolf’s straining arms, and began to feel the Captain’s hard pecs and thick nipples as he fucked our prisoner. Captain Wong groaned at the feel of my fingers playing with his tits. We stood on either end of our helpless American prisoner, a study in contrasts, as we thrust our cocks into his hot orifices. Captain Wong was stripped down to his boots, his lean, golden brown body glistening with sweat, while I was fully dressed in my uniform, with only my cock exposed.
I pulled and twisted Captain Wong’s erect nipples, until the feelings of pleasure from the hot mouth surrounding my cock were too much to bear. I let go of the Captain’s nipples and grasped a couple of handfuls of the thick, black hair of the handsome, muscular young American Indian. Holding his head still, I began to fuck his mouth faster and faster, until, with a groan of pure pleasure, I shot a huge load of sperm deeply into his hot, sucking mouth.
Sergeant Greywolf choked and struggled briefly, before he finally swallowed my load of sperm. When I pulled my cock from his mouth, he could only groan “You bastard, you sick fucking Nazi bastard!” weakly.
He then started to gasp in pain, and whimper, tears running down his face, as Captain Wong began to thrust his cock in and out of the Sergeant’s ass harder, driving it in it’s entire length with a wet slapping sound. His thrusting was causing the weights hanging from the American's tortured nuts and nipples to swing, adding to his agony.
Within another minute or so, Captain Wong began to groan and gasp out something in his native language as he fucked the ass in front of him faster and faster. I stepped behind the Captain and wrapped my arms around his incredible body, feeling the muscles rippling under his hot, sweaty skin. I ran my hands up and down the flexing washboard stomach muscles of the young Asian man as he raped the American prisoner of war, while I ran my tongue across his sweat-slick shoulders.
Amazingly, in another minute or so, we both heard the American begin to softly moan; “Oh yes, God yes! Fuck me, Jap. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Damn, that feels good. Fuck me! Harder. Harder. Harder! Fuck me, you little Jap! Drive that cock in me, Jap! You want a man's ass? I'll give you a real man's ass to fuck!”
Captain Wong laughed cruelly and sneered; “It is just as I suspected. You do like another man’s cock in your ass! Lying American PIG!!”
He started pounding his cock in and out of the Sergeant’s ass harder and faster, slamming his hips into the soldier’s buttocks. Sergeant Greywolf started moaning louder and louder as he was raped. Then he started speaking in his Native American language again. He sounded like he was repeating the same phrase again and again, so I guessed it was something like his version of “Oh yes, Oh yes...”
Finally, Captain Wong threw back his head and hollered as he pumped a load of his sperm into the soldier’s ass. I could feel every muscle in the Captain's lean, sculpted body flex and ripple at the intensity of his orgasm.
When his orgasm was finally spent, Captain Wong pulled his cock from the ass of the American prisoner. Stepping quickly in front of the bound prisoner, he snarled “Open your mouth, pig!”
Sergeant Greywolf whimpered as he meekly opened his mouth, allowing Captain Wong to slide his still hard shaft in.
“Clean it, pig!” snapped the Captain.
Sergeant Greywolf's throat muscles worked as he licked the shaft in his mouth clean.
“Oh yes, Major, I see what you mean” groaned Captain Wong. “He does have a very experienced mouth! Let's see how experienced it really is!”
He grasped the sides of the handsome American's head, holding it tightly, as his stomach muscles flexed briefly, then relaxed as the Captain moaned “Oh,Yes. That's it” softly. It took a second or two for me to figure out that he was pissing into the Sergeant's mouth!
As I watched, the American prisoner was forced to swallow his torturer's stream of piss, his throat muscles working as he was taking it into his belly.
The Sergeant began to choke and retch around Captain Wong's cock, but then I knelt down next to his head and whispered “If you throw up all over my nice clean floor, you will get down and lick it clean!”
When Captain Wong pulled his cock out of the American’s mouth, the Sergeant just bent his head down and began to softly weep; “You sick son of a bitch, you sick, filthy, fucking little Jap bastard...”
I suspected that after almost 4 hours of Torture, the American was very close to breaking, and telling us what we wanted to hear, despite his earlier protestations. I was interested in seeing what Captain Wong would do to push Sergeant Greywolf over the edge, to break him completely.
Captain Wong strode over to where the rope from Sergeant Greywolf's arms was tied to the pillar. He gave the rope a short, sharp yank, causing the Sergeant to scream in total agony as his shoulders were twisted almost to the point of dislocating his arms. Captain Wong then slowly but firmly pulled on the rope for a few moments, the Sergeant screaming and shrieking in agony the entire time. I was almost mesmerized watching the muscles rippling and flexing under Captain Wong’s golden skin as he strained at the rope torturing the helpless American. His back and shoulder muscles seemed to knot up under his skin as he pulled harder and harder on the rope, and his veins stood out across his thick biceps and forearms as they bulged. He was incredibly sensual and erotic looking!
To my total amazement, I watched as the Sergeant's feet slowly lifted from the floor, his total body weight supported by his backwards twisted arms! The American prisoner hung like that for several minutes, shrieking and screaming in agony the entire time.
Finally he screamed, “I'LL TALK, OH GOD, I'LL TALK! NO MORE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! NO MORE!! Please, let me down! I'll tell you whatever you want!”
Captain Wong slowly lowered him back to the floor, his muscles quivering from the strain of supporting the prisoner's weight, plus the weights still hanging from his distended nuts and nipples.
When the Captain finally released the rope, the Sergeant groaned “No more, please. You win. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Oh My God! Please, no more torture! I’ll talk. Just let me suck your cocks again, and let Major Kurtz fuck me. I’ll tell you everything!”
I released the rope from the pillar, allowing the Sergeant to slowly stand up. He moaned as Captain Wong removed the weights from the rings in his nipples.
Once the pressure was released from the muscular American’s arms and the weights were no longer torturing his nipples, he slowly sank to the floor on his knees, relieving the weight stretching his nuts, his pants now down around his ankles. His hands were still chained together behind his back as Captain Wong stepped in front of the broken, sobbing and whimpering American Army Sergeant.
“All right, Sergeant. Not so defiant now, are you? What do you have to tell me?” snarled the captain.
“What about sucking you off, Sir?” moaned the defeated American.
“Later, pig!” snapped Captain Wong. “Talk first!”
“Sergeant” Greywolf looked up at the figure standing in front of him, and slowly, almost hesitantly, smiled.
“I didn't think you could do it, you sick, twisted little bastard, but, Happy Birthday, Eddie” he grinned.
“Captain” Wong started to laugh. “Christ, I was beginning to believe we were never going to get you to say that, you stubborn, muscle-bound so and so!”
A laugh came from the far corner of the room, where Eddie’s Master, and my best friend, Danny had been sitting, watching the whole scene. Danny had suggested the prisoner-of-war scenario as a 26th birthday gift to his slave, and had supplied all the uniforms from his extensive collection. Even though Eddie was actually of Chinese descent and not Japanese, the role playing was really effective.
He stepped into the light, still chuckling. “Damn, Eric. Wolf really is tough. I’ve done scenes like this before at uniform conventions, but I’ve never seen anyone take the strappato position for so long.”
The strappato was the form of torture where the victim’s arms were pulled up behind his back so far that the arms were forced out of joint at the shoulders.
He grinned down to where Wolf, my half Mexican-American, half Apache Indian slave boy was still kneeling on the floor.
I looked down at Wolf as well, and winked. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep him around a bit longer.”
Wolf looked up into my eyes and smiled. “Thank you, Sir” he said before bending down and beginning to lick the high boots I was wearing.