Hard slaps across his face brought him back to awareness. He was cuffed, kneeling and the Asian held him up by his hair.
“Let’s see, how well you can serve me.” The Asian sneered. Jack watched in agony as Kim unzipped the front of his overall and pulled it down. Then he kneeled as well and pulled the powerless Marine's head down to his lap.
The Asian held the defenseless American firmly by his hair and pushed the chin down preventing the soldier from closing his mouth. Jack’s hovering mind registered that his enemy was now offering an impressive dick to the hunched American.
'No, no, no', Jack's mind roared in utter frustration about the imminent humiliation, but his body was out of his control. Kim grabbed the marine by his ears, positioned his head and then the Asian cock was force-fed to the kneeling hunk.
'Damned bastard!' Jack’s mind went ballistic. He wanted to beat the shit out of the arrogant grinning Korean, but he had no arms, no fists to throw his punches. Then on top of his furry the raging mind was seized as if pulled by an invisible force. Jack's vision blurred again. He was caught in a kind of swirling vortex and sucked towards the kneeling Marine.
He was back in his body. His eyes blinked in confusion. His terribly empty head was forced down and a strong hand pulled his jaws apart. In his blurred vision, he recognized that the Korean was kneeling in front of him. Now he was naked down to his waist, too. Colorful tattoos covered his arms and upper body. The colors were enhanced by a thin glistening film of sweat. The grinning Asian was guiding the Captain's head to his cock.
"Suck!" the command echoed inside his numbed mind.
"Marines don’t su-mmmpf-nn- oooh!" his protest was instantly silenced. While struggling with the first cock in his mouth, determined to resist. He would bite and mangle the man tool of the Korean. His strong jaws closed with murderous force. At least that was what he intended to do, but to his shock he realized that his head was bobbing up and down the throbbing shaft. His powerful arms hung limp on his back, held in place by his own cuffs. His drugged body refused to follow his commands and responded treacherously to the Korean's orders.
"Mmmhh!" a pathetic soft moan of protest was all that indicated his resistance.
“Good boy,” the Korean purred, “I have to take this wonderful drug with me, when I leave. But first you will give me pleasure.”
"I haven't had a woman since two weeks. Now you will be my bitch, big boy!" Kim's voice was already ragged as his climax was building up. Holding the beefy American muscle hunk slick with sweat and helpless grunting in his grip was a highly erotic stimulation for the Asian who slammed his groin into the choking Marine's crimson face. A musky scent filled Jack's lungs. He was fighting it, but in the end he had to breathe.
Jack felt fingers dancing on his bare back. They used his sweat to glide down along his spine and slipped under the belt inside his combat pants. One finger dove between the slick butt cheeks and rubbed gently alongside his arse crack.
"M-mmpff," he wanted to protest against this humiliating fingering. He tried to raise his head.
"It's alright bitch, just suck my meat," the Asian said pushing the coughing Marine back in place.
Again and again the Asian dick was driven down Jack's throat. Kim got really turned on feeling the American's grunts against his hardened dick and playing with the helpless man's butt hole.
"You like it, don't you?" Kim said softly.
"Mm-nnnooo ...“ the kneeling hunk objected.
“But you need training!” The Korean clamped the Captain's head and thrust his hips upward. He plunged into the crimson face. Jack felt the hefty cock throb inside his mouth and then Kim erupted.
"Aaarghh ...," he howled, impregnating Jack's mouth with a torrent of his gism. Gooey man juice spilled along the corner of the soldier's lips and dribbled down his chin.
Jack had given the first blow job of his life. His mind was desperately trying to understand how it had happened that he ended pathetically kneeling between the legs of that lanky Asian with a man's dick up his throat and his arse played with. He felt weak and demolished.
He was still spitting cum from his mouth, when Kim pulled him up by one ear.
“Outch … you fuckin’ … urrrgh”, Jack’s curse turned into a painful cry, when Kim’s knee connected with his nuts. Groaning he collapsed on his knees.
“This will tame you and teach you manners,” Kim fetched the second syringe. The Korean seized Jack's right pectoral slab. His thumb rubbed several times over the nipple and then flipped at it. The fleshy knob responded by hardening to attention.
Kim looked into the Captains hateful eyes.
"Here you go," This time the Marine got his shot straight into his right man tit. The searing pain brought him out from his stupor. With a furious roar he tried to charge at the Korean despite his wrists being cuffed.
"Freeze!" Kim commanded sharply, wanting to stop the raging hunk, but achieved an unexpected result. To Jack it felt as if he was tossed into a basin of ice-cold water. From one moment to the other, the heat churning in his body was replaced by an icy shock wave.
He was still trying to understand what was going on when he lost control over his legs and arms. He collapsed a second time on the tiles wriggling in uncontrolled spasms. He realized that this was not for real, but the power of the drug induced imagination forced his body into a panic stricken shiver.
"So cold..." was all Jack mustered to say before his body went rigid and he passed out.
When he regained consciousness he found himself lying face-up on the examination table. The cold was gone. His wrists were still cuffed behind his back. Somebody unbuckled the utility belt and stripped the soldier from his gear. Kim took the knife and cut the straps of the knee pads. The protective gear fell to the floor. Then he seized the combat pants. He sliced the camo fabric with a series of quick cuts.
"Fucking bastard! Get your hands off me!“ Jack shouted but Kim grabbed the waist band of the combat pants and ripped them from under the firm bubble butt.
“Oh you go commando,” the Korean whistled lewdly. The Special Forces Officer was naked apart from his dog tags and his boots.
"Fuck you! Help! Help!" Jack shouted while Kim caught his weakly flailing legs one by one and loosened the laces of the assault boots.
"Shout as much as you like, nobody can hear you." Kim sneered, "We have the whole weekend for ourselves, baby ."
"Damn you!" Jack howled furious about his helpless situation. The extent of his predicament dawned on him. Apart from a skeleton crew, his buddies were off-base, heavily drinking and probably already getting their brains fucked out in Seoul’s brothels. Nobody would come looking at the medical facility until Monday morning.
The cuffs were cutting into his wrists keeping the muscle-packed arms firmly in place behind his back. He knew that he could not break the special triple-hardened steel of these bonds. The Captain was able to move his torso and with some effort he could raise his head to look at his captor. His waist and legs, however, felt numb and were almost immobilized. The drug was doing a devilish job on him.
Unimpressed by Jack's ongoing cursing and ranting the Asian untied the assault boots one by one. All the clamoring and yowling did not help. In the end the boots were pulled from the kicking feet.
An amused Kim noticed the big toes peeking through holes in green army socks.
“Oh, what have we got here?” he mocked, pulling one foot up by the toe.
“Your girl is right, somebody needs a shower,” he taunted
As much as the furious Marine ranted and cursed his smelly socks were peeled off his sweaty feet.
“And now? What?” an outraged Jack grumbled.
"Relax and enjoy," The Korean grinned and started to knead the exposed feet.
Ignoring the renewed tantrum of curses and insults, Kim pressed his thumbs systematically against selected pressure points on the sweaty soles. In between he twisted the twitching toes, making the Marine yowl in pain. After a while, however, Jack felt a strange tingling sensation building up. It was originating in his balls and spread fast across his body.
“What the fuck? No!” Jack had plenty of experiences in massage saloons. Horrified he realized that the Korean tried to get him horny by stimulating the erogenous pressure zones at his heels, soles and between his toes. Desperately he tried to focus, to cool down. He couldn't allow to be turned on again by a man who had already milked a load from him and he did not want to offer the Korean another triumph.
"Why are you doing this? Are you a faggot?" Jack asked trying to buy some time. "I ain't into that queer stuff. What do want from me?"
"Ah, you are ready to negotiate already?" Kim chuckled.
"Fuck you, you queer bastard! What ..?" Jack barked over his shoulder.
Kim lifted one leg and blew softly over the sole. Satisfied he observed the curling toes. A soft lick made Jack giggle from the unexpected ticklish sensation. His foot twitched away.
"Don't move!" Kim’s order made Jack lose the last remaining control over his leg. He was not ticklish, however, the stimulations had made his feet highly sensitive to the Asian's velvet touch.
"Noooo! ...Hahhaha...Stop it! Oh no shit, I aahhh," Jack protested with a burst of laughter.
His laughter changed to high-pitched squeaks while his body was writhing on the table. Being tickled was completely new to him and he was almost panicking that he had no way to escape from the teasing fingers and the tongue licking and chewing at his toes after he had been ordered, not to move.
"Stop it man! What do you want from me? Ha .. huh! Gimme a break! I am not into that queer stuff, oh shit," Jack yelped.
"Where do I find the MV245 target control unit?" Kim interrupted his tickling.
The Captain froze. The guy was really after the TCUs. His mouth opened already to reveal the requested information. No, no, no, his mind was screaming. Kim watched the muscular body going tense as Jack mustered all his strength to prevent the secret information to slip out.
"I--I have no idea, wh-what you're talkin' about," Jack panted with a strangled voice.
"Let me help you to refresh your memory," Kim said almost casually.
Jack flinched and prepared himself for the pain that for sure would be inflicted on him to extract the secret information. Little did he know, what he was up to.
Suddenly fingers poked and wiggled in his damp, hairy arm pits. The hands traveled down and tickled his sides.
"What the fuck are ya' doing, gook?" Jack asked amused. Kim did not reply.
"You are not seriously thinking, you could tickle it out of me, huh?" the Marine asked incredulously.
The fingertips rested on a spot at his sides and a soft shiver ran through his body.
Kim looked into the American's face. Jack remained calm although his muscles tensed.
"So, what?" he asked. A first hint of a grin flushed across his expression. His body shuddered again. Kim knew he had him and grinned back.
Jack fought to keep his face expressionless, but could not prevent a giggle escaping from his mouth.
"Hey come on this is ridiculous, this ...ppff ...ha...no, fuck you!" Jack was losing it. For a while he still managed to keep his composure, but once the first squeaks and howls were heard he couldn't stop anymore. The Korean's finger seemed to be everywhere. They caressed his nipples, poked and stroked in his sweaty pits and twitched his sensitive sides.
"Ha ...hahah ...fuck ... shit ... huh oohh nnoo!" Jack thrashed his head right and left across the table and his body bucked wildly as laughter spurted from his gasping mouth.
“Where do you go?” Kim pulled him back to the center of the table and locked his neck in a tight embrace. As he had seen it done by the Marine’s girl, he nibbled the earlobes and let his warm fingers dance lightly around the hardening nipples, circling around them and softly stroking the tips.
"Nnoo ... haha ... get off man!" the Marine felt embarrassed getting again a hard-on in front of his enemy.
Then the fingers danced across his toned midsection and the firm six-pack abs. They moved to his navel and probed into his belly button. Despite the ticklish sensations he felt his dick twitching and pulsing.
"Bastard! Aaaaaaeeiiii, nooooooooo ... huh, huh!" Jack's screams were efficiently blocked by the soundproof door just as he had explained earlier.
The Captain felt helpless as never before in his life. He was trained to resist pain and torture, but nobody had prepared him for a ridiculous tickling attack. His insides were hurting from laughter. His eyes bulged while he was hollering, gasping for air. His torso was writhing in uncontrolled spasms and his strong arms were hanging limp only held by the cuffs. The strong legs lolled limp from his sides. At one time Kim worked even his tongue inside Jack's navel. He felt the chiseled abs quivering on his face.
"Ohhh fuckinnnn' shiiitt ... nnn-ooooo! Aaaeergh ...huh ... pleeze stop ... uhhh." Jack lost the little control he had left when his belly button was sucked and kissed. Tears were streaming down his face, while he was hysterically laughing.
It took the Korean less than half an hour to turn the Marine into a hysterical screaming and squeaking man-child. Finally Jack was too exhausted to scream. Huffing and puffing he was lying limply, soaked in sweat and hysterically sobbing, but relieved that he did not disclose the secret.
However this victory had cost him dearly. Unable to focus his mind, he became now an easy victim to an erotic massage.
The restraints were opened and he was turned on his belly. Kim slapped the firm butt cheeks, making the Marine yelp.
"Nice ass," Kim said.
"Fucking queer bastard!" Jack croaked.
Kim worked on the sweaty feet in earnest and soon the sobs and giggles turned into soft guttural moans. Jack's skin was sizzling. He could not muster the will to get up and succumbed to the sensations of the massage. Goose bumps had developed all over his body. His nipples had hardened and his chest was rubbing instinctively over the leather cover of the examination table. The heavy smell of his own sweat filled his nostrils. The Marine couldn't help it. His hips were bucking slowly up and down. The hunk's balls were aching in the taut nut sac. Kim stopped only, when drops of pre-cum oozed from the piss slit of the re-bonerized American man tool.
Kim was surprised about the strong will-power of the American. The Korean considered Westerners as decadent weaklings. In particular the American GIs, stationed in Korea to support the corrupt regime in the South, were rather heroes in the arms of their Korean whores than on the battle grounds.
Looking down at the sweat-glistening Marine, who had stubbornly refused to reveal any information, he felt respect for his foe, but he was sure that in the end he could extract the information he needed. Torture would be useless on this one. He knew that the Marine would rather die, than to betray his country.
The conversation with the brunette doctor had, however, revealed that the hunk was in heat and needed to get laid. Kim’s mind traveled back in time.
20 years ago during his training for the North-Korean RDEI Kim had spent several weeks at a brothel in Pyongyang. He and his other crew members had been horny as hell after six months of survival training on a remote island. When their instructors had told them that they were about to visit a whore-house the young men in the prime of their life had cheered in excited anticipation.
Contrary to their hopes, this training cycle had provided the rookies the most humiliating experiences of their live. They had to learn that the male was far from being invincible when it came to seduction.
All RDEI agents were highly skilled in sexual warfare and new that the art of love-making could win over muscle power. If the male was properly seduced, he could be fucked senseless, without a chance.
Kim remembered one Red Guardian who was feared for his brutality in combat. He was skilled in all kinds of martial arts and never avoided any brawl. Well-endowed with a dick like a horse and a legendary stamina he was known for his sexual conquests and he was bragging about them all the time. When he was matched up with two hookers, who were in their late thirties he grumbled. But the instructors pacified his temper by promising him a hot teen chick after he had finished the two bitches.
His task was to entertain the women, who played the role of Western Embassy staff, but to stay in control. The sex deprived muscle hunk was halfway out of his clothes even before the three arrived at the bedroom.
The next morning he reported hobbling for duty and had apparently trouble to sit on his chair. His face blushed scarlet-red, when it was announced that a hidden camera had caught the events of the night on tape.
During the embarrassing evaluation of the video it was shown how the young virile macho took turns in fucking the women like a rabbit. His huge rod pumped load after load of hot cum into the eagerly presented pussies. But soon -- pretty soon -- he needed a rest. His muscular body glistening from sweat was spread-eagled on the bed when the whores opened the door for a pair of gay escorts. The two lean but well-muscled young men, like the soldier in their early twenties quickly stepped from their shorts. One mounted the semi-conscious soldier’s reddened face and made him eat his ass, while the other one was jacking his dick.
While he asserted to be straight, the escorts took turns in pumping the hunk and stimulating his erogenous zones. The hookers had primed the straight sex deprived rookie fighter so far that he was easily subdued by the skilled gay seduction.
Inevitably he ended up weak and vulnerable in the arms of the escorts, exhausted, with deflated balls and a flaccid shrunken dick.
He was unable to offer any resistance when the male hookers lifted his legs and pushed his knees against his sweaty chest. Before he knew what was happening they mounted his elevated, exposed ass and fucked the howling man until the last final dribble of cum was milked from the already sore dick.
The rookies learned that many female and male whores were working as agents for the RDEI. The Japanese had used sexual warfare very successful during the American occupation after World War II and even at present time lots of information was pumped from moaning Marines in Okinawa around the remaining US base.
The RDEI had copied the Japanese success story. Their agents were working in Seoul, Bangkok, Shanghai, Berlin, London, Paris and even Washington and New York.
Western chubby businessmen were easy and obvious targets. But the RDEI was working in many subtle ways. The instructors told them the story with the Brazilian soccer team who suffered a humiliating defeat in Pyongyang after their nuts had been drained by agents that had been placed inside the hotel rooms of the players the night before the match. Athletes and soldiers were tough because they were fit and usually had lots of stamina. Taking them required, as the instructors explained, a careful research for their individual sexual preferences. Accordingly the Brazilians had found buxom girls, lascivious trannies or muscle boys in their beds.
The instructors replayed the tape with the rookie’s humiliation again and again. It was shown how the agents had systematically explored the body of the young fighter for weak points. He apparently was not willing to suck dick and he refused to eat ass. But he was game to fuck ass. While he was humping one escort the other had sucked his toes and teased his man tits, without much success. Deep throat kissing and sucking his dick and fondling his balls had not impressed the hunk too much as well.
However, after an escort parted his chiseled butt cheeks and licked his puckered hole he had slowed down his bucking as if to enjoy this new sensation. The male hookers knew they were on the right path.
The instructor stopped the tape: "Many men -- regardless whether straight or gay - can be controlled easily by their ass."
"Next time keep your buttocks tight!" he scolded the ashamed rookie. The instructor restarted the tape showing the hunched young man and zoomed in on his ass. The hunk was humping the man with powerful thrusts. From between his thighs appeared the hand of the escort he was fucking. First, his balls were kneaded, then a finger slipped between the flexing ass cheeks.
When the second escort spread the buttocks, everyone could see how the finger probed the puckered hole. All the time the horny fucker had been simultaneously finger-fucked, loosening his virgin sphincter for later action.
The instructors drew the attention of the rookies to the noise their hapless comrade was making. The more he was exerting himself his dirty talking had changed into grunts and hollering, but when the finger played his hole he had started to groan. By comparing the cumshots the instructors demonstrated, that the man had ejaculated more intense after the escorts had stimulated his ass.
"They drain him faster now," the instructor lectured, "he actually has already lost control. Watch how he loses his rhythm. His muscles are aching and now he would like to rest, but with the finger up his ass he goes another round."
"Now he starts sucking dick, he had refused to do that in the beginning." the instructor pointed to the TV where the head of the muscle hunk was pushed down into the lap of an escort. He had hardly a choice but to close his mouth over the offered dick.
"He is exhausted and with the cock in his throat he runs short of air. This is another trick, because it keeps him hard. Now watch how easy he makes him cum."
The instructor pointed to the writhing body. The escort’s finger sunk deep inside the quivering ass. The sweat-soaked body tensed and the choked grunts indicated that the shrinking balls emptied their content into the tight ass.
The man fell flat on his back. He was panting heavily and his eyes were glassy.
"Eating dick is no longer refused. He is quite docile now." The instructor commented," ... and his ass gives him away."
The prone hunk experienced his first ass fuck and during the replay he was heard sobbing. First begging the escorts to stop and later begging them deliriously to continue.
"If he was an enemy soldier, they could extract any kind of information by now." The instructor concluded and switched the TV off, "however, as this was an exercise they decided to drain him completely -- they wanted to have some fun in the end."
None of the rookies laughed. Even later they never talked about their own experiences during the night and were most happy that their tapes were not presented. Rumor had it that the tapes contained hours of action culminating in infamous dry cumshots.
The hookers and escorts trained the rookie agents in the art of sexual warfare. They learned how to drive females and males crazy and how to control a body by means of erotic manipulations. The lessons had taught Kim a lot and he was confident that he could rip the information from the horny Marine at the moment of an uninhibited climax, when his guard was down, when he was weak and unable to resist the force of the drug.
Unfortunately the American was as straight as they come. Kim knew, it meant nothing that he had forced him to shoot his load earlier. The Marine had only relieved himself rather mechanically and without any emotional involvement. As there was no whore available for the job, he had to find another way to turn the hunk on for real.
Knowing that the drug would soon wear off, Kim went to the fridge. Yes, there was more of the drug. He fetched the bottle with the bluish liquid. Now he needed new syringes. One by one he opened the cabinet doors until he found a box with syringes and hypodermic needles.
He frowned when he saw another cardboard box labeled as "infant stuff". It contained pacifiers, diapers and a bottle of baby oil. Kim had an idea. He fetched the baby oil and closed the door. He opened it again fetched a pacifier, too and closed the door again.
His reflection in the highly-polished surface of the stainless steel showed him in his orange prisoner overalls stripped down to his narrow waist. He frowned again. This needed to be changed. There was no way he could walk across the base with these clothes. He stripped down to his underpants and was about to try the camo pants he had stripped from the American, when he heard a moan.
"Oh, fuck."
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