The night was hot and humid, causing the clothing to stick to your skin. We had been camped here for the past four days waiting for something to happen. We weren't exactly sure what. Being a grunt Marine meant following orders and not asking a lot of useless questions. I was a Staff Sergeant and the noncom in charge of four PFC's that had been sent on this recon mission under the command of Lieutenant Brown. We called him "L.T.". He's a cool guy. Worked himself up from enlisted grunt to a commission, so he knew what we were about. Not like some of those asswipe college kids who thought a piece of sheepskin was a ticket to lead.
L.T. had hand picked the five of us. He didn't tell us much about the mission, but what the fuck. I'd have followed him to hell if he'd said the word. Yeah, I liked him. More than that, I respected him. He told us what he could, maybe all he knew. We were to follow up on a group of missing Marines. Sent on a mission of covert aid to the DEA, they suddenly vanished into thin air. No radio calls, no sign of engagement, nothing. Just up and gone. Missing marines were not a rarity in this part of the world. Occasionally one or two would decide that they'd had enough and head over the wall, usually never to be seen again. But a whole squad raised the brass eyebrows.
Three days after they had disappeared, their dog-tags were found in this sector, hanging from a tree like some fucking silver blossoms. I reckon the head shed thought this was as good a place to start as any, so here we were.
I sat on the ground leaning against a tree, surveying the campsite. L.T. was studying the maps of the area for the six billionth time. The other four grunts were playing a quiet game of poker. A sudden clipped four letter word drew a sharp glance from L.T. "If you mutherfuckers can't keep it down," he growled in a harsh whisper, "I'll cut off your fucking balls and gag you with them." The players, suitably chastised, lowered their gaze to the cards in their hands, grinning slightly. They liked him, too.
I smiled at the scene, scratching my balls and trying unsuccessfully to readjust them in the sticky, clinging briefs. What they needed was some air, and besides, my bladder was about ready to burst. As I stood, I saw L.T. also rise and follow me the short distance into the trees.
I had already unbuttoned my BDU's and drawn out old Snake by the time L.T. moseyed up beside me. He undid the buttons on his fly with soft popping sounds, then reached in and hauled out his Marine meat. I couldn't help but glance down as he began to piss, unaware of my interest. I had seen him naked plenty of times, but I was always impressed by the size of his dick. I wondered for the umpteenth time what that fucker looked like hard if it was this big flaccid. I was snapped back to reality by the sound of his voice, my dick starting to harden in my hand. "Those four numb nuts sound like they're having a good time back there." He cocked his head in the direction of the camp.
With some difficulty I stuffed my semi-turgid cock back in its confinement, hoping L.T. didn't notice. "Sir, I regret their outburst," I said, buttoning my BDU's, "It won't happen again."
He finished draining his bladder and shook the last few drops from his flopping dick. "Well, no real harm done. They're young, but they'll catch on." He spread his legs and bent his knees slightly as he replaced his massive member back in his pants, bouncing his hips a few times to settle it into place. "We were all there once, weren't we?" His teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he grinned and clapped me on the back. His sweat soaked green t-shirt clung to his muscular chest like a second skin. "Come on, Sarge. Let's get back to our babysitting, shall we?"
I had a little trouble walking with my dick in its aroused state, and the touch of his hand from the friendly slap on the back certainly didn't make things any easier for me.
We had gone half of the two hundred yards back to camp when we heard something. It was little more than a rustling sound, but it obviously didn't belong to the usual noises of the night. L.T. froze, his head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowed and nostrils flared. My heart was pumping wildly in my chest as I swung the M-16 into workable position. L.T.'s eyes met mine for a brief second, glinting with intense concentration. Assuming a half crouch position, we turned back to back as we surveyed the murky woodland. The only comfort I could glean was the feel of L.T. behind me. My index finger was sweating and slick on the trigger guard as I peered futilely into the darkness. The low, murmuring sounds of the card players had ceased and the only noise was the fucking pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, I felt L.T.'s body shudder, followed by a soft, short groan. My heart crawled into my throat as I whirled to face him. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape as the weapon dropped with a solid thud from his hands. On his chest had sprouted a small, fringed dart surrounded by a slowly spreading stain of red. Time for me had all but stopped, and in a fraction of a second I saw L.T.'s wide, surprised eyes look down in shock and amazement at the tranquilizer dart in his chest before crumpling to the ground. My M-16 came to life, vomiting hot lead blindly into the darkness, its sound muted by barely controlled panic. The cold, hard steel of a gun barrel pressed to the base of my skull brought the whole thing to an abrupt end, the sudden silence deafening in my ears.
"Drop it," a voice spoke slowly and distinctly from behind me. "Do it now if you have any desire to keep that jarhead of yours."
The weapon fell from my fingers as shadowy figures came around from my flank on both sides. I stared at L.T.'s moonlit, motionless body on the ground several feet in front of me, the crimson stain like a badge on his olive drab T-shirt.
A hand roughly thrust me forward toward my fallen OIC. "Hands behind your head, asshole." Numbly, I clasped my hands at the back of my neck as I glanced around me. At least five men, massively built and dressed in black, surrounded me with the business end of automatic rifles pointed in my direction .
The voice from what was apparently their leader barked from behind me, "Status report! Any casualties?"
A hulking, angry, mountain of a man came toward me, his eyes burning from beneath his thunderous brow. "Minor flesh wounds," he called to the unseen man behind me. "Nothing serious, no thanks to this cocksucker." He clamped a meaty hand onto my crotch and squeezed causing me to wince as my testicles were crushed in his fist. He brought his face close to mine, the smell of his sweat heavy in my nostrils. "But I'm going to make sure you pay, dogmeat. I'm gonna take a real personal interest in you."
"That's enough, Dieter," The man in charge came around into my field of vision ". . . for now."
The man called Dieter looked from me to the other man. "Yes, sir, Mr. Peck," he said, then looked back at me, contempt flashing in his eyes.
Dressed in black, and muscularly built like the others, Peck was about forty five, graying hair at the temples of his square jawed face. He looked calmly into my eyes as I tried to hide the fear burning in my guts.
I swallowed the dread in my throat as I stared brazenly back. "You can do whatever the fuck you want, you son of a bitch. Your scum sucking drug operation is going to come down. If not by us, then . . ." I was startled and confused by his sudden raucous laughter that was joined by the other dark figures around us.
His eyes twinkled as his chortles subsided. "You poor fool," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I'm not into illicit drugs. Our little operation deals in a far more elite commodity. One that . . .," a look of bemusement spread across his handsome features, "is much more intoxicating and addicting than any street pharmaceutical." He broke into a broad grin that in another situation would have been erotically appealing. "One for which my customers are willing to pay great sums of money." Peck took my jaw in a firm hand, his eyebrows raised, "And I always give them their money's worth." He shoved my chin causing me to stumble backward, losing my balance. Several hands caught me before I hit the ground, holding my arms in their tight grip. "Now," he snapped, the grin still on his face, "let's get a look at the merchandise." At this, I felt multiple hands on my body, the sweat soaked t-shirt ripped from my torso. The belt was drawn from my trousers as the buttons on my fly were ripped open. Suddenly a knife blade flashed in the moonlight and sliced effortlessly down the inseams of my BDU pants, allowing them to fall in rags around my ankles. I struggled futilely in the unyielding clutches as my bootlaces were cut and my jungle boots torn from my feet. My breath came in short gasps and I tried to swallow as I stood, helpless, dressed only in my white cotton briefs.
Peck stepped up to me, his eyes still sparkling as he examined my near naked body like a piece of livestock. He sucked his tongue and nodded approvingly as he ran his hands over the light thatch of hair on my muscled chest and abdomen. "Very nice. It's reassuring to see the Marine Corps still builds men. Now, let's see what you've got in the way of natural assets." Saying this, he gripped the fly of my briefs in both hands and pulled. The thin material shredded apart, leaving me standing completely naked and vulnerable before him.
A shudder ran through my being as he cupped my cock and balls in a large, calloused hand. Pursing his lips, he continued fondling my meat until it slowly began to react to his attention. As he grasped my stiffening rod in a meaty fist, I jerked my hips back slightly in an attempt to escape the assault on my groin. A weapon pressed firmly into the middle of my back was all the warning that was needed, and I stood rigid, with my hands on my head, as my USMC prime beef rose proud and hard before me. Humiliation was mixed with anger as I spat, looking my captor in the eye. "You fuckin' like what you see, Cocksucker?"
Keeping a firm grip on my pulsating shaft, he brought his other hand to my balls and squeezed, an evil sneer on his face. "I've seen better. But then, it's far from the worst." His smirk broke into a wide, white grin. "At any rate, it'll do."
I didn't like the sound of that. I glanced over at Dieter and found him staring at my dick like a starving man would gape at a big juicy steak. He licked his lips, holding the stock of an M-16 against his thigh, as he groped absently with his free hand at his own straining crotch. Looking around, I saw that several of the men in the group were sporting impressive bulges in their black uniform trousers.
"And now," the sound of Peck's voice was cold as he released my manhood, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt, "let's see what else we've got here before we join your comrades." With surprising speed, he pushed me forward so that I tripped over L.T.'s body lying unconscious on the ground. "You're going to strip your friend there," he nodded his head to Lieutenant Brown.
I drew myself up to a kneeling position beside my unconscious OIC, anger rising in my throat. "No way, you son of a bitch!" My humiliation in front of these men was one thing, but a man I respected and admired being degraded in such a manner was unthinkable. "You fucking perverts leave him alone!"
Peck's eyes glinted evil as he sneered down at me. "But, we're not going to touch him," he sounded almost innocent, his palms spread outward, "you're going to do all the work." He reached down and grabbed the short hair on the top of my head, bending my neck back to look up at him, "With your teeth." A burst of guffaws erupted from the band of men surrounding me.
Blood burned hot and red into my face as Peck's grip on my scalp forced my face toward L.T.'s belt buckle. "Now get to work, jarhead." Even though I couldn't see his face, I could hear the sneer in Peck's voice. I hesitated on all fours, mumbling my apologies to my unconscious OIC, thankful that he, at least, was spared the indignity of what was happening.
"Do it, scumbag!" Dieter's voice spat as he moved into position behind me. "Unless you want a fuckin' lead enema." I felt the hard, cold steel of the M-16's muzzle push against my exposed asshole. The raucous laughter of the group of black-clad men echoed in my ears as I took the web belt in my teeth and worked it from the buckle.
I had some difficulty with the buttons on the fly of L.T.'s BDU's, but the prodding of the muzzle up my chute provided sufficient incentive, and finally, the trousers gaped open with the white briefs bulging through. The lieutenant's hefty endowment was overtly evident in the bulging cotton underwear, and anger choked my throat as I heard the hoots and catcalls directed at his meat. I silently cursed the captors, then myself for my inability to protect my fallen leader.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Dieter's voice was impatient as he prodded the M-16 further past my butt hole. "Get that pig's fuckpole exposed, maggot! I wanna see what he's been shoving up your puckered red asshole. Bet he's got you loosened pretty good with that fucker, huh, dirtball?"
Frustration and humiliation fed my anger, and I considered all the things I was going to do to this neanderthal at my first opportunity. L.T.'s weight prevented my attempts to pull his BDU's off his hips, so, propping my upper body with my left hand, I reached my right hand up to pull at the gaping waistband.
"You were TOLD to use your TEETH, fuckhead!" Dieter's foot kicked my supporting left hand from under me, causing me to fall forward, smashing my face into L.T.'s ample crotch. The odor of man musk filled my nostrils as I turned around to glare at the hulking man in black. He stood behind me, a glassy-eyed sneer on his face, one hand gripping the stock of the M-16 while the other squeezed at the impressive cylindrical bulge at his right thigh. He laughed at my pathetic attempt at defiance. "Bet that's not the first time your mouth was up close and personal with that fucker, huh, dickhead?" A chorus of guffaws sounded from the gathered crowd and Dieter pushed the muzzle of the weapon further up my hole. A sudden cloud darkened his face, the sneer turning to a scowl. "Back to work!"
The hard steel entering my guts hurt like hell, and I was sure there were going to be a few days of bloody shit from the damage being wrought. I also thought I'd be damned lucky if that was the only thing I had to worry about in the next few days. In the brief seconds before returning to the lieutenant's clothing, I glimpsed the other captors surrounding me. Several were groping at their own crotches, others were watching intently, their tongues licking at their smirking lips.
After seeming hours of gently rocking L.T.'s hips as I pulled at the waistband with my teeth, I was able to get his BDU trousers halfway down his thighs. All the while bearing the snide comments and hoots of my captors. L.T.'s bulging white briefs gleamed in the moonlight, and I mumbled "I'm sorry, Sir" over and over to his motionless body.
The underwear was somewhat easier to manage, and shortly I had them pulled down as well, leaving my unconscious officer's manhood fully exposed and vulnerable. Sharp valleys formed at the juncture of his thighs and flat abdominal muscles. His thick, lengthy meat extended heavily from a dark nest of fur, and over his oval, egg sized balls. I noticed the catcalls became subdued as the monster dick came into view. I couldn't blame them. The sight of L.T.'s cock always took MY breath away. I closed my eyes and inhaled the intoxicating, masculine scent of his crotch, thinking with certainty that there were at least a few of those around me that envied my position.
My brief reverie was broken by a firm grip pulling my hair, forcing me to a kneeling position. I opened my eyes to look up at Peck's harsh, grinning face. "Well, now," he said, bringing the toe of his boot up to my groin, "it looks like you're enjoying yourself afterall." I glanced down, humiliated, at old Snake, fully engorged and bouncing lightly on the tip of Peck's tapping foot.
The other men, their attention drawn to their boss's foot, began hooting and whistling at my unbidden erection. I felt the M-16 muzzle pulled painfully from my ass as Dieter stepped around in front of me to get a better view. He clicked his tongue against his teeth, that sneer distorting his face. "I knew it," he spat shaking his head. "I KNEW the dickhead was a faggot." A bitter laugh erupted from his throat, "Of course, it was pretty obvious since the terms 'Mary' and 'marine' are synonymous. Right, cunt face?"
That was it. Personal humiliation was one thing, but NOBODY derides the Corps! Instinctively, I launched myself at the bastard, causing Peck to stumble backward over L.T.'s body as I grabbed for Dieter's bull-like throat. His eyes registered brief surprise, his weapon dropping from his hand as my thumbs pressed into his larynx, and suddenly four men were grabbing at my arms and legs, pulling me from the taunting hulk. I struggled futilely as my arms were held behind my back, my legs splayed wide. Dieter recovered almost instantly and stepped forward rubbing at his throat with one hand as he reached out with the other to grasp my exposed and defenseless nutsack. "You're gonna regret that," he almost whispered. A broad, evil grin spread across his face as his fingers tightened on my balls and began to twist.
In spite of the pain, I hocked up a wad of phlegm and spat into his square-jawed face. He moved his hand from his throat to wipe away the slime, then a burst of light lit up the night as he suddenly backhanded me, knocking my head to the side. My vision cleared and I saw Peck brushing himself off as he stood on the other side of L.T.'s supine form. I watched as he stooped down and plucked the dart from the lieutenant's blood stained chest and twirled it between his fingers as he took the few steps toward me.
He studied the dart as if it were some rare flower. "That really wasn't very smart." He brought his eyes up to look into mine. "How would you like to have this thing shoved up your fucking ass?" He held the small, sharp object directly in front of my face. I swallowed hard, the twisting of Dieter's hand on my balls causing a nauseous bile to rise in my throat. "Or better yet," his eyes narrowed as the edges of his mouth curled into a slight grin, "maybe I should just slide it down your prick, huh?" Saying this, he reached for my cock and seemed somewhat surprised to find it still hard. It throbbed in his fist, clear precum oozing out and onto his thumb. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, waiting for the inevitable agony of the dart tearing into my urethra.
The expected torture never came, and my eyes opened to see a mirthless, diabolical grin on Peck's face. "Maybe not," he quipped. "I've got a better idea for this hard on of yours." His smile became an evil sneer as he looked over at his hulking henchman. "What do you think, Dieter? Wanna have some fun with this grunt?"
The other man released the twisting hold on my nutsack. "You're the boss, Mr. Peck." He glanced at me before continuing on. "Just so I get a piece of this fuckhead before we're through."
Peck began to lightly stroke my shaft. "Oh, I think that can be arranged, Dieter. You deserve it." The grin broadened. "But for now, we're going to let our guest enjoy himself," he rubbed his thumb through the precum and glided it over the head of my dick. He looked at Dieter. "Finish stripping that sack of shit on the ground," he nodded toward L.T., then turned his attention back to me, his eyebrows raised, "Sarge here looks ready to party."
"Yes, Sir!" Dieter snapped. My heart sank in my chest as I watched the green, blood stained t-shirt ripped from L.T.'s hairy chest, revealing a purplish bruise around the dart's entry point. Taking a dagger from its scabbard on his belt, Dieter proceeded to cut away the uniform trousers from the senseless lieutenant's legs. I silently cursed myself for being aroused at the sight of my superior's muscular, defined body lying helpless on the ground. My prime beef achieved full hardness in Peck's skillfully caressing hand. "No!" I shouted, although, whether in objection to what they were doing, or as an admonishment to myself, it really made no difference.
Anger burned like bitter acid in my throat as I fought uselessly against a man at each of my limbs while Peck's hand continued stroking old Snake. I had never felt so helpless as I watched Dieter take L.T.'s cock into a beefy hand, his grip barely able to encompass the circumference. He flopped it back and forth a few times and looked up at Peck, a broad grin on his face. "This fucker's over the limit for sure." He looked back down at the flaccid dick held firmly in his fist, licking his lips as he cupped the pendulous ballsack in his other hand. "This is just goddamned fuckin' unnatural!"
Adrenalin surged through my body as I combatted my captivity. "You sonuvabitch!" I roared, "you fucking leave him alone!" My skin was slickened with sweat and hatred fueled my strength. My left arm suddenly wrenched free and I flung it backward with fury. The fist connected, breaking the nose of the hapless sap that had lost his hold.
Maintaining his grip on my manhood with his left hand, Peck tossed the dart to the ground and brought his right hand up to catch my wrist as it shot toward his head. The brief delay was sufficient for the man on my left to regain control of my arm, twisting it painfully behind my back as he wiped at the blood dripping from his nose with the back of his other hand.
Peck appeared unruffled by the event as he looked at the man's rearranged face. "You must be more careful, Larsen," he said quietly, "lest you find yourself on the other side of the deal."
I thought I heard a trace of true fear in the flunky's voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Peck," he said, forcing my arm further up my back, "It won't happen again."
"No," Peck stated firmly, "I'm sure it won't." He looked over at L.T.'s muscular body laid out on the ground, naked now except for the combat boots on his feet. Dieter had arisen during the brief commotion, and now stood beside the sprawled form, licking his palm that had held L.T.'s monster meat.
Peck grinned, shaking his head slightly. "Dieter, prepare that asshole for mounting." His grip tightened on my dick, milking additional precum as he turned to face me, and I saw the gleam of evil behind his eyes. "Gonna give you a chance to get even with the commissioned corps for all the times they screwed you." His grin became a menacing sneer of contempt, and he gave old Snake a series of quick strokes. "This time the enlisted grunt's going to fuck the officer."
Bursts of laughter surrounded me, only half noticed through the buzzing in my ears. Something I had barely even dared to fantasize was suddenly becoming a nightmare. I looked over at the lieutenant's hirsute, sinewy bulk and watched as Dieter hooked the toe of his boot under L.T.'s hip, then roughly kicked, rolling him over onto his stomach.
I struggled uselessly, watching two of the henchmen stoop down on either side of L.T., bringing his arms to his side. Then, pressing his shoulders to the ground, they drew his knees up under his chest exposing his hairy asshole, the heavy ballsack dangling between his thighs. They held L.T. in position as Dieter stepped behind him, kicking lightly at the low hanging balls. In unison all three looked over at Peck and me, lusty anticipation on their faces.
"We're ready at this end, Mr. Peck," Dieter sneered, his body angled so that the moonlight highlighted the growing bulge extending down his thigh.
With Peck leading the way by using old Snake as a convenient handle, the four men half-dragged, half-carried me to a point directly behind my OIC's upturned ass. Peck looked briefly at the lieutenant's hairy buttcheeks, then smacked my cheek lightly with his free hand. "Looks to me like he's just begging for it." He turned his attention to my dick in his fist, ramrod hard and dripping precum like a fucking faucet. His teeth gleamed in the moonlight as his grin broadened. "It would seem you're pretty goddamned anxious yourself," he chided, bringing snickers and chortled laughter from the gathered throng.
"Please," I croaked, "don't do this. I don't give a damned what you do to me. Just don't do this to the Lieutenant."
Peck laughed, a chillingly evil sound in the wooded darkness. He knitted his brows, the grin still traversing his face, "Aww, he doesn't mind," he turned and addressed the unconscious officer, "do you?" Fresh guffaws erupted from several of the men.
"You see," Peck smirked when there was no response. Furrows lined his forehead as he raised his eyebrows, "he's not even aware of what you're doing." His face again took on the cold mask of malice, "But, when he comes to, we'll be sure and tell him about how rigid your cock became at the sight of his naked body. About how excited you were to feel your fucking prick inside him." He grabbed my jaw in his hand and forced my face to his. "After all, fuckhead, WE couldn't do this if YOU weren't throwing a boner, now could we?"
My mind was going a mile a minute. He was right. L.T. was one fucking hot sonuvabitch. And I had occasionally toyed with the idea of shared mansex, but that's ALL it ever was - an idea, a fantasy. And I had certainly never bargained on forced rape. Ultimately, I would be discharged from the Corps once L.T. became aware of what I had done, nevermind that I was forced into it. Nobody can force an erection on you, now can they? And there it was, hard and throbbing, oozing precum onto Peck's encircling hand.
The four goons held me suspended over L.T. as Peck ran his fingers through the freely oozing precum at my dickhead. Then, taking his slickened fingers, he rubbed the slime over the dark, hairy pucker of my officer's asshole. He repeated this procedure several times, and each time the feel of his fingers sliding over my sensitive glans caused more precum to flow and old Snake to throb and harden still more. I fought against my captors, cursing and denying the eroticism that was so blatantly evident. Peck transferred a final load of my precum to L.T.'s hole then gripped my engorged shaft in his hand and gave it a few short pumps. I tried to think of other things: drill formations, weapons disassembly, multiplication tables, but old Snake wasn't buying it. He was loaded for bear and ready to shoot. And Peck knew it.
"Okay," he sneered as he pointed my dickhead directly at L.T.'s beslimed asshole, "lower him down." The four henchmen at my extremities lowered my body until Snake was kissing the lieutenant's chute. I tried to arch my hips back in a vain attempt to avoid the inevitable. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dieter come around between my splayed thighs just before I felt his roughened callused fingers at my buttcrack. As I pulled away from his probing hand, I unwittingly pushed Snake back into L.T.'s slime covered hole. Peck assisted the docking as he laughed at my dismay. Moving forward, I fucked my commanding officer, and moving backward forced Dieter's fingers deeper into my ass.
Abruptly, the decision was made for me, as I heard Peck's voice, "Now, Dieter!" The fingers at my asscrack were removed and immediately a hand on each buttock shoved my hips forward, causing Snake to slide smoothly halfway into L.T.'s ass as Peck released his grip.
"NOOOO!" I screamed, appalled at the thought of being forced to rape the man I had come to respect and admire. The more I struggled, the more Peck's thugs hooted and jeered. I could feel L.T.'s ass sucking at my raging cock, a warm, moist, soothing embrace in the midst of chaos. By bucking backward, I was able to withdraw old Snake except for the head, when I felt Dieter's hands slide from my buttocks to grab hold of my hips on either side. Again he shoved forward, this time sinking my shaft in to the hilt, eliciting a low, quiet grunt from the unconscious L.T.
Peck stood from where he had been kneeling and I saw him nod his head to Dieter standing between my thighs behind me. Then I felt Dieter's strong hands pull my hips backward, my dick slipping from the lieutenant's hot ass. As my groin was pulled backward, I felt a firm, spongy prodding at my own asshole. It felt like the hard rubber ball I used to toss around as a kid, but knew immediately that it was Dieter's cock knocking at my door. Horrified, I instinctively thrust forward to escape, only to drive my own dick back into L.T., eliciting a fresh round of guffaws from the onlookers.
Dieter laughed derisively behind me as his dickhead continued its probing of my asshole. "Oh, yeah. This fucker wants it bad," he chided, again pulling my hips back. This time, however, his ramrod penetrated my ass so that just before my cock slipped out of L.T., his was fully embedded up my chute. "How's that feel, fuckhole?" He again pushed on my hips, establishing a pistoning motion between my cock in L.T., and his pole inside of me. "You get off on screwing that marine mancunt, doncha?" I felt as if I were splitting in two each time he pulled my butt onto his massive rod. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for an end to this, but Snake had a mind of his own, spasming in ecstasy with each forward shove. And all the while, through a muffled haze, I could hear the catcalls ringing in my ears.
Dieter had it down now, his hands on my hips speeding up their rhythm, the sensations on my cock churning my balls, even through the wrenching pain in my ass. An eternity later, somewhere from deep in my brain a synapse fired and my nuts retracted upward just before I emptied their seed deep within my commanding officer's bowels. Dieter continued his pumping of my hips, causing an exquisite agony in my softening cock. His cadence increased as he impaled me deeper onto his cock, causing my own spent dick to plop softly from L.T.'s butthole and flop back and forth with each push and pull.
His groin slapped frantically at my asscheeks as I heard him grunt loudly with each penetrating stroke. Shortly, a deep, animalistic howl escaped from his chest and I could feel his cum burning into my guts. After several quick forward thrusts and slow withdraws, he pulled his thick meat from my bruised and battered asshole. A warm, sticky trickle ran from the hole and down my left thigh.
Releasing my hips, Dieter stepped from between my legs, zipping his fly and buckling his belt as he came around in front of me. He grabbed my chin in his left palm and forced my head up to his face. "You can thank me later, shithead," he said, patting my cheek with his right hand. "I'll be by to collect. Count on it." He released my chin and motioned to the four men holding my extremities. I was set, none too gently, face down on the ground between L.T.'s feet. His butt, still leaking my jism, hovered like a hairy moon above my head.
A kick to the ribs knocked the wind from my lungs as I heard Dieter's deep voice. "On your feet, you lazy sonuvabitch." The boot found its mark a second time and I dragged my bruised and abused body to a standing position. "We're movin' out." He pointed a finger at L.T.'s limp form as he addressed me, "That piece of shit is your fuckbuddy. You're gonna haul his carcass out of here. Load up."
My hands clenched into fists, the taste of blood bitter on my tongue as I bit my cheek in anger. My eyes closed to slits and I swore upon the Corps that I would repay this indignity. But for now I realized there was little I could do. I knelt beside L.T.'s naked body. "Forgive me, Sir," I whispered in his ear as I drew him up in a fireman's carry across my shoulders. The sensation of his hairy chest and belly on my shoulders and neck was electric, but I tried to block it from my mind, with minimal success.
We walked for what seemed to be miles in the sweltering night. Small, sharp stones and forest debris stabbed and scraped at my bare feet as I plodded onward surrounded by the black clad contingent. The combination of exertion, fear and muggy heat produced a slick sheen of sweat on my skin. I held tighter to L.T.'s muscular body, pulling him closer to keep him from slipping off my shoulders. I constantly had to readjust his weight as my muscles fatigued, and I could swear I felt his cockmeat firming up as it slid over my sweat lubricated right shoulder. The feel of his drenched mat of chest hair softly caressing my back was somehow soothing and even almost erotic. In spite of the fear clawing like an animal in my belly, lower down I could feel old Snake beginning to stir.
Abruptly the trees gave way to a large clearing occupied by an innocent appearing farm. A two story clapboard house was dwarfed by a large barn and several surrounding buildings which gave the impression of warehouses. As we passed by the farmhouse Peck stopped and, in a low voice, murmured something to Dieter before clapping him on the back and climbing the steps to the front door. Dieter then turned, a wicked sneer on his face, and led the group to a small door on the side of the barn. The majority of the men continued on, while two of the flunkies, weapons still pointed at my back, followed as Dieter shoved me through the door and into blackness. I stood inside, unable to see in the paltry, dim moonlight that came from the doorway.
From behind me I heard a click and a yellowish light filled the room from a single, bare, incandescent bulb dangling from a wire in the ceiling. It was then that I realized that appearances were deceiving. This was no ordinary barn. We were standing in an antechamber about eight foot by ten. Rough hewn doors hid entrances to the right and straight ahead. I noticed that someone had playfully scribbled the familiar "abandon hope all ye who enter here " in chalk across the door in front of me. I swallowed, my saliva dry in my throat.
Dieter slammed the entry door and barked, "Drop 'im!" as he slung his weapon by the strap over his shoulder and stood, feet spread, hands on his hips.
I knelt to one knee and, as gently as I could, laid L.T. on his back on the concrete floor. The hair on his chest was dark and matted with sweat, the purple bruise from the dart appearing darker now. His cock, apparently sensitive even in his unconscious state, lay semi-turgid on the fur of his groin, aroused by the repetitive slipping and grinding as he rode on my shoulders. My arms were almost numb and my fingers tingled as the blood found its way back into the capillaries. But I longed to have his hard muscled body pressed to mine again. The sight of L.T.'s half hard dick was all it took, and I could feel old Snake crawling along my thigh as he filled with blood.
Suddenly, Dieter's hand grabbed my hair, pulling me to my feet, his face just inches from mine. "Looks like you just can't get enough, fuckhead," he said, his hot, fetid breath foul in my nostrils. He glanced down at L.T. naked on the floor, "Can't say as I blame ya, though. That fucker's one hell of a specimen." He looked back at me a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "But he belongs to Mr. Peck now. But you . . .," he grabbed my growing meat in his callused fist, ". . . Mr. Peck says, tonight at least, you're MINE." Thick, chortling laughter rose from his chest as he smelled my fear and gave old Snake a series of quick strokes.
He looked over at the two silent henchmen, then nodded to L.T. "Take that pile of shit away," he ordered. Then, as the two bent to lift the husky lieutenant, he warned, "And Mr. Peck doesn't like people playing with his property, understand?"
A shadow of trepidation crossed their faces as they opened the "abandon hope" door and carried L.T. though. "Yessir," they answered in unison, and disappeared into the darkness on the other side.
Dieter watched as they closed the door, then turned his attention back to me, the two of us now alone in the small room. "I thought they'd never leave," he chuckled again, a sound that carried the malice of hell. "Come with me," he ordered, opening the door to my right and pulling me through by my cock.
The room was brightly lit by indirect lighting and it took a moment for my night vision to readjust. I heard Dieter slam the door and lock it behind me as I looked around. This wasn't at all what I was expecting. Thick, soft, cream colored carpeting cushioned my bare, battered feet, and three of the walls were covered by dark wood panelling. The fourth wall, to my left, was one seamless mirror, which gave the room the illusion of being even larger than it was. Black leather wing back chairs were grouped around three low mahogany tables. The far end of the room was dominated by an immense, burnished desk, the front of which was carved to depict scenes that I couldn't make out. The right wall was taken up by a bar with several stools sitting in front.
"Fuckin' fancy, huh, dickhead?" Dieter's deep voice behind me brought me back to reality. I turned and saw his leering grin and smouldering eyes glimmering with evil. "This is where Mr. Peck shows off the . . . uh . . . merchandise to his clients." His grin broadened and his eyes took on a greater malice. "But for now, it's all ours." Reaching to a small dial on the wall, Dieter slowly turned it as the lights of the room dimmed. His hamlike right hand grabbed the back of my head and forced me to face the mirrored wall as the room continued to darken. As the room lights were extinguished, forms began to appear within the mirrored glass. No, it suddenly struck me. Not IN the glass, but BEHIND it. Of course. A two way mirror. The room was lit now only by the light that filtered through the mirror from the chamber beyond.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I stared through the glass. There were small barred cells lining the walls, over a dozen that I could see, most of them occupied. Naked men squatted or sat, all with a look of the damned on their faces. As I scanned the cages more closely, I picked out the four missing grunts from my squad, all of them stripped of their uniforms and boots. I noted that even the dog tags were missing from around their necks. I suddenly remembered the tags found hanging from that tree. Fucking things worked better than fishing lures, and the catch of the day was a helluva lot bigger.
But panic choked my throat as I watched the two goons that had carried L.T. away strapping him to a large wooden X erected in the center of the room. They had some difficulty at first until they were able to secure his wrists, but then quickly bound his ankles as well. As they completed their work they rose, leering at the unconscious, hairy muscleman before them. They glanced toward me, obviously unable to see into the office where Dieter and I stood. The one on the left looked back to L.T., grasping his massive marine meat in a fist and giving it a few quick strokes while the other one pinched at the helpless lieutenant's hairy tits.
A snort of laughter exploded from Dieter's chest. "I knew the fuckers wouldn't be able to keep their hands off." He twisted my head back to face him, his eyes gleaming. "Can't say as I blame 'em, really." He glanced at the two henchmen with L.T. then back at me. "But they'll pay just the same." The demonic grin cracked across his face like a fissure as his free hand groped at my cock and balls. "Right now, though," he squeezed my manhood, "I've got other things to do."
Anger boiled up through my fear. I wasn't going to go down easy. I rammed my elbow into the muscular midsection of Dieter's torso. The surprise move loosened his grip on my neck and genitals. I took the opportunity to spin away from him and stood feet planted wide, half crouched, and hands held before me in defensive posture. Hatred and anger burned in my cheeks as I watched a sneer replace the momentary look of surprise on my captor's face.
"You ARE a feisty one, I'll give you that," he placed a large hand over his hard belly at the spot where I had struck him. His eyes narrowed as he took a step towards me. I spun around again, my left foot striking out for his head. His size belied the speed of the man, and he ducked milliseconds before contact. Simultaneously, his hamlike fist collided with the side of my skull sending me sprawling, legs spread, to the thickly carpeted floor. I was dazed by the force of the blow and looked up groggily from where I lay to see him standing over me. The grin was gone from his face, replaced with a look of incarnate evil and contempt. "But I don't LIKE feisty, dickwad." He kicked, the heavy black boot of his left foot crushing the vulnerable balls between my splayed thighs. A nauseous pain exploded in my groin and bile rose in my throat as I instinctively curled, grasping at my nuts. Through a dark haze of agony, I saw the side of his mouth lift into a snarl, baring his teeth as he stared down at me writhing on the floor.
"Sure have worked up a sweat tonight," he said, continuing to stare down at me as he undid the buttons on his shirt and slipped it from his massive shoulders. Thick, black fur covered his upper body from his bull like neck to his narrowed waist, highlighting the definition of his chest and abs. "Sure could use a bath." He removed the holstered 9mm semiautomatic strapped to his side, setting it on the low table to his right. Then he unbuckled his belt and opened the fly of his trousers, his heavy uncut dick flopping out. He continued to stare at me, the snarl distorting his face. "Don't seem to be any facilities around for that, though." He pushed the pants down, letting them drop to his ankles. The black hair covered his ballsack as well, dangling plump and low beneath his slowly rising cock as he bent to pull the pants off over his boots. "Reckon I'll just hafta make do with what I've got," he said, as he straddled my aching body, his back to my head. "And all I seem to have available," he continued as he began to squat his firm, furry ass toward my face, "is your tongue." Reaching out, he pulled my cock with one hand and squeezed my balls in his other. "Now, if you want to stay a man a little while longer," his grip tightened on my nutsack, "you'll start licking, asswipe."
The heavy musk of manscent assaulted my nostrils as I gasped at the increasing pressure on my tortured balls. His ass crack filled my vision, and as the vice like grip closed even tighter, with reluctance, I stuck out my tongue and licked tentatively at his puckering hole.
A deep, low, rumbling groan crawled out from his chest as he lowered his butt until he was literally sitting on my face. "Get that tongue in there. Get it in deep!" he ordered, grinding his ass on my face. "Yeah," he grunted, "that's a GOOD little asswipe!"
Humiliation filled my body, and anger consumed my soul, but there was little I could do. My tongue pushed past the resisting ring of his rectal sphincter and into his asshole. "Ohhh, SHIT!" he growled, and began stroking old Snake in a long, slow, pistoning motion while maintaining his crushing hold on my balls.
Sometimes I think old Snake has a mind of his own, and despite the pain and humiliation, he responded eagerly to the massage of Dieter's callused hand. Or maybe it was BECAUSE of the pain and humiliation. I don't know for sure. But here I was with my tongue in another man's hole, a throbbing in my head, my nuts like mashed potatoes, and old Snake was up and standing at attention.
Abruptly, Dieter pulled his ass from my probing tongue and moved backward, his pendulous, furry balls slipping over my chin. "Now the balls, asshole. Lick 'em clean." I sucked the left nut into my mouth, unable to fit both in at the same time. I lathered it up with my saliva, rolling it around in my mouth with my tongue. Short, low grunts came from my captor's throat as I took the right nut and repeated the process. "Fuck, you got one talented tongue, asswipe. Too bad I can't afford you for myself." My heart skipped a beat. White slavery. There it was, out in the open now. Up until now I was able to deny it to myself, even though I knew all along what this business was really all about. "But I'll be sure and fill Mr. Peck in on your special talents." Even though I couldn't see it, I could hear the sadistic sneer.
Anger and fear turned to fury, and I bit down on the egg sized testicle in my mouth. His howl of pain filled the room, and I felt my balls being crushed in his fist. Still, I would not surrender the nut from between my clenched teeth. I felt him release my nutsack, then, reaching outward, he tried to pull away from me. The metallic taste of his blood was in my mouth. He pulled his body, lifting my head from the floor as my jaws continued their hold on his manhood.
Too late, I realized what he had been reaching for as the cold steel of a pistol barrel was pressed to my groin. "I'll blow your fucking balls off, you sonuvabitch!" he roared, cocking the hammer back. I opened my jaws, and he extricated his nut, a slight trickle of bright red blood running down the ballsack from where my teeth had cut him. He spun around, his full weight pressing on my chest as he straddled me. Blazing rage twisted his dark features and suddenly the room burst into stars as he backhanded my face, snapping my head to the side. The 9mm was pressed to my temple. "Try anything like that again," he snarled, "and I'll blow a hole in your goddamned skull and fuck your brains out."
I swallowed hard, my throat parched, as I tried to stare defiantly into his burning eyes. I didn't doubt that he would have no qualms about carrying out his threat, and then taking the consequences from Peck later.
"Now, then," he growled, his fury abating, "you're gonna finish what you started." He moved up my chest until his uncut, thick cock rested on my lips. "Open up," he snarled, "or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your brains out." His deep, quaking laughter filled my ears as his meat filled my throat causing me to gag for air. "Yeah, you grunt faggot," he chuckled, "do a good job on that man's meat, and then I'll letcha do the rest of me."
I could still taste my shit on his cock from when he had fucked me in the woods. That, mixed with the foul, cheesy taste from under his foreskin made me want to retch. But the 9mm pressed to my temple was a good incentive.
When he tired of this, he moved to one of the black leather chairs and sprawled in it, as he pulled me, with an arm around my throat, between his spread thighs. I knelt with my back to him as he pushed my head with his left foot toward the floor. "Now, start on my feet, fuckface." I licked the toes on his right foot as he pressed my head down with his left. I cleaned between the toes, the fungal taste bitter in my mouth, then the remainder of the foot and ankle. After that, he switched feet, and I started over again. It took the next twenty or thirty minutes to lick my way up his legs and thighs, the coarse hair abrading my tongue, my mouth filled with the taste of his salty sweat. All the while, he stared at me, the weapon in his hand pointed at my head.
As I licked at the inside of his thighs and the drying blood on his scrotum, he grabbed my short hair and pulled my head up. "Must be getting pretty thirsty, huh, boy?" he asked sarcastically. And, in fact, my saliva was gone, my mouth dry and my tongue numb. I nodded my head slightly and glanced over to the bar at the side of the room. He saw this and roared with laughter. "Don't even think about it," he chuckled. "I've got something better for you right here." Grasping his hefty manmeat in one hand, he wagged it in my face. "Take it in." He released his cock and pulled me forward until it slipped between my lips. "Now, then. You spill even a drop and you'll be one sorry little maggot." I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. It didn't take long, and suddenly his bladder began to empty. I swallowed, trying desperately to keep up with his acrid flow. He laughed heartily as he relieved himself, amused at the distress in my eyes.
When he finished, he pulled his heavy cock from my mouth with a wet plopping sound and smeared the moist meat over my face to complete the humiliation. "Now, then," he snarled, placing the muzzle of the 9mm to my left temple, "back to work." He grabbed the back of my head with his left hand and pulled it toward his hairy, rippled abdomen as he sprawled, legs splayed wide, in the leather chair.
My tongue continued upward over his hard, muscled belly, exploring the depths of his navel. His salty sweat replaced the caustic taste of urine in my mouth. As he pulled my head upward, I continued to lick his upper belly and into the thick mat of fur covering his pectoral muscles. While bathing his chest with my tongue, I could feel his huge meat hardening against me. When I worked on his rubbery nipples, the dick spasmed in short, jerky movements as low gasps burst from his throat.
Abruptly, he forced my head to his right armpit, crushing my face into the damp hairs, as he raised his right arm over his head. "Ohhh, YEAH!" he ground my nose into the stinking pit. "Lick it good, asshole! Get that fucker clean!" After several minutes, he pulled my head to his left pit, pressed the weapon to my temple again and raised his left arm. "Now the other one, fuckface." I could feel the warm slime of his precum oozing onto my belly as his cock squirmed like an animal captured between us.
"Now the arms, cocksucker!" The barrel of the weapon on my temple pushed my head toward his rounded left deltoid. I continued licking and sucking over his bulging, firm biceps and triceps. He brought his arm up as I continued onward to his hairy forearm, his rock hard, slime-oozing cock still trapped between us. He lifted his hips slightly pressing the meat against my belly, and I could feel it twitch and spasm in its precum slickened sheathing.
When my lapping had reached his hand, he stuck his index finger in my mouth. I glanced up to see his glazed-eyed sneer broaden as he inserted his middle and ring finger, reaching to the back of my throat and causing me to gag. He placed the muzzle of the 9mm in my ear as a warning, then worked his little finger and thumb into my mouth as well. Fighting the urge to vomit, my chest and belly spasmed, causing his excited cockmeat to exude even more precum. Abruptly, he pulled his hand from my mouth, and, placing it behind my head, forced my mouth to his right arm to repeat the process.
When I finally reached the hand holding the 9mm I stopped, but the hand on the back of my head continued its pressure. "You're not through yet, scumbag!" Dieter's voice growled as he stuck the weapon in my mouth. "Now suck my other gun!" He howled with laughter at his own weak joke. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, my eyes widened in fear of the weapon discharging either by accident or intent. This was not the way a marine was supposed to die. Naked, with a man's cum in your guts, his piss in your stomach and his weapon in your throat.
I could taste the bitter oil and steel as he slowly pistoned the barrel in and out. "Yeah, suck it, boy. Suck it good," he teased as he ground his hips and cock into my belly. He shoved the weapon deep in my throat, enjoying the way it made me gag. "You do that real good, cuntface. Got me all excited again." He pulled the pistol abruptly from my mouth, the front sight knocking a small chip off my upper front tooth. He placed his left hand on my forehead and shoved me backward as he stood, his jutting fuckpole covered with a sheen of precum that also matted the thick, black hairs on his abdomen. "Looks like you're gonna hafta start all over again, asshole." He took a step toward me, his cockhead brushing my cheek, leaving a trail of slime as he pushed my face into the thick pubic bush at the base of his meat. Placing the muzzle of the 9mm under the angle of my jaw, he grabbed the short hair on my head. The precum soaking his hairy abdomen and pubic fur was smeared over my face as he ground my head into his groin. "Lick it, asswipe!" he growled, pressing the cold steel more firmly into my carotid.
Suddenly, Dieter pulled my head back away from his damp, matted pubes. Taking the base of his throbbing, purplish cock in a hamlike fist, he used it like a club to beat my face and cheeks. He continued taunting me, rubbing his oozing cockhead over my face.
After a few minutes of having his dick shoved in my ears, up my nose and into my eyelids, Dieter got down to business and pulled my bruised, numb mouth onto his flared cockhead. "Suck that man meat, cuntface!" he growled. "I'm gonna drain my balls into that pussy throat of yours." His thick pole slid deeper into my mouth as I closed my eyes and began to lick the throbbing, musky root of his meat, half wishing that the 9mm would discharge and end this humiliation. My exhaustion had opened the door of despair, and defeat was standing at the threshold. But then I glanced over to the large, mirrored wall and, through the one way glass, I saw L.T. naked, bound and unconscious. Abruptly, Dieter shifted position, blocking L.T. from my view, but those few moments were enough to strengthen my resolve. Whatever happened to me, I was determined to see to it that my Commanding Officer, the one man I respected and admired above all others, was freed to fight again. And that whether it was with me or without me, retribution would be delivered.
Dieter pulled my head back again, his pulsating prick just inches from my face, it's pink head poking through the foreskin, dripping with his clear precum. "Now," he sneered, "open that pretty little mouth of yours, cuntface. Taste a real MAN's meat." Pulling my head forward, he stabbed at my lips with his slimy cock. He jammed the 9mm into my neck as incentive, and I opened my mouth to allow his fuckpole access, the precum salty and slick on my tongue. "Oh, yeah," he grunted, "you marines sure can suck a good cock. Must give you a lot of practice in boot camp, huh, maggot?" Anger squirmed like a living thing in my guts as his manhood was shoved into my throat. "Stick that tongue under the foreskin, asswipe. Lick that cheese." I did as he said, my tongue slipping under the silky skin and gliding over the head. Deep groans boiled up from within Dieter's chest in response. "Oh, yeah," he grunted, "nobody sucks cock like a marine." He began pistoning his rod in and out of my mouth, the dickhead prodding at the back of my throat, cutting off my airway as I began to gag. Still he pulled me toward him, forcing more of himself into my esophagus. My eyes bulged in panic as my lungs begged for air. The dim room began to fade into darkness as I suffocated, my chest burning from lack of oxygen. Faster and faster his thick cock assaulted my throat until he suddenly stopped, on the verge of spewing his cum, then withdrew from my lips with a wet slurping sound.
The blackness began to fade as asthmatic, wheezing gasps filled my lungs with air. His deep laughter resonated off the walls of the small room, as he slowly pulled me forward once again, forcing himself between my battered lips. "Feels good, don't it," he sneered, "having a man's dick down your gullet?" The gag reflex caused my throat muscles to contract around his intruding ramrod. "Ohhh, yeah! Gag on it, asshole. Choke on that manmeat." He continued his relentless drive. "Last time was only half way. This time you take it ALL!" He chuckled maniacally as he rammed the remainder of his shaft past my tonsils. Again, my body spasmed, fighting for air. He seemed to possess an inhuman strength as I fought unsuccessfully to escape his grip. This continued on, my gagging throat contracting on his dickhead, causing his cock to spasm in ecstasy. Each time he would withdraw seconds before I passed into unconsciousness, only to repeat the procedure again and again.
I lost all track of time. Suddenly, I felt his hips become rigid, forcing his shaft of manmeat deeper. This time he didn't pull out as the black haze of unconsciousness overtook me. I vaguely heard a deep, reverberating bellow as his hot cum fired down my throat and into my stomach. Then everything went black.