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Jack In The Box
Part 1 - Interrogating The Spy
By Randy Dragon
Email: hornyfiredragon@googlemail.com



Jack in the Box

Part 1 - Interrogating The Spy

By Randy Dragon

Email: hornyfiredragon@googlemail.com

This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences. This story deals with mature subject matter and involves raunchy sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what they are doing.

The man's wrists and ankles were cuffed. The steel chain connecting handcuffs and ankle restraints would have limited his movements - if he had moved. However, he sat quietly provokingly idle. His face was calm, bare of any emotions. The Asian, probably in his mid-forties, was dressed in an orange prisoner jumpsuit and wore plastic slippers on his naked feet. Standing at just 5' 5" he was sinewy, weighing about 145 lbs. His short-cut brisk hair was pitch-black and so were his eyes who dominated the clean-shaven face.

He had been apprehended by a patrol of the USMC Special Forces, while he was trying to access a tank hangar at Camp Tango. The camp was one of the US-bases alongside the demilitarized zone separating South Korea from the hostile regime in Pyongyang. The DMZ at the 38th parallel north, which cuts the Korean Peninsula roughly in half, was the original boundary between the American and Soviet occupation zones established at the end of World War II, and became the border between North Korea and South Korea upon the formation of those two countries in 1948.

Dr. Cindy McGuire was dressed in in an army green miniskirt, a matching blouse that barely contained a buxom set of boobs and ankle strap sling back pumps. Her shoulder long, brunette hair was neatly held by a maroon hairband.

"Do you speak English? What's your name?" none of Cindy's questions was answered by the purportedly spy from North-Korea. Since hours the brunette, who was the head of the medical intelligence unit of Camp Tango, was interrogating the Asian prisoner, but to no avail. The man did not reply. There was no indication that he even understood.

She had no doubt that this guy was dangerous. They had no idea, how he had managed to penetrate the tight security surrounding the camp. Cindy suspected that he had had help from inside and if that was true, they needed to find that mole ASAP. The MV245 tanks stationed at the DMZ were equipped with the latest armored vehicles technology. The North-Koreans were in particular interested in the TCUs. The TCUs were a highly-sophisticated computerized target acquisition system, which was said being capable to take down short range and even medium range missiles. If the North-Koreans got the secret technology, it would make them almost invulnerable to cruise missiles and other tactical weapons.

"We have ways and means to make you talk! Why do you want make things difficult for you?" Dr. McGuire threatened.

Although Kim Nang Poh's face remained indifferent, his mind was racing. The Americans had no clue with whom they were dealing, not yet at least. He had to find a way to escape. If the Americans presented him to the media, it would be an unbearable loss of face for the North-Korean government and it would mean his liquidation.

Kim was indeed an agent. He was a Major in the North-Korean Workers' and Peasants' Militia, otherwise known as the 'Red Guards'. The officer was attached to the Research Department for External Intelligence (RDEI). The agent was highly trained in martial arts, techniques of torture and interrogation and other special kinds of clandestine warfare. His English was without accent after he had been educated at West Point within a cross-cultural de-escalation program. Kim knew all too well, what the brunette MD was referring to and he knew that he could not allow being subjected to any drug induced interrogation.

"Okay, if you want it the hard way..." Dr. McGuire pressed a button on her desk. The door opened and a rugged guard with the insignia of a Captain of the USMC Special Ops filled the frame. His name tag read Jack Durango.

The broad-shouldered, stocky built 170 lbs. Marine stood 5’7“ tall. His dark-blonde crew cut hair was covered by a black bandana tied behind his head. A dark 5 o'clock shadow shrouded his strong squared jaw. The 34-years-old USMC Special Forces Captain was wearing a black tactical vest over a tank top of the same color. Dog tags were hanging between a set of sculpted pecs. He was wearing fingerless gloves. Tattoos displaying an eagle perched on top of an anchor, piercing a globe with the words SEMPER FIDELIS emblazoned across the top were covering the muscle-packed biceps. Camouflage combat pants with protective pads strapped in front of the knees and black assault boots completed his outfit. A M18 Sig Sauer handgun was holstered on his right and a tactical combat knife on his left. A set of handcuffs dangled from the back of a heavy utility belt tied around the waist.

"Any problems with our guest, Ma'am?" the muscular soldier took of his Oakleys and gave Cindy a cocky smile. Flawless teeth were sparkling white in his manly, sun-tanned face.

"He needs special treatment, Captain", Cindy smiled.

"This Marine needs special treatment too, Doc," Jack grinned lewdly while he moved his brawny frame inside the room. His light-brown eyes were challenging. Purposefully ignoring the Asian, he strutted towards the woman.

The Captain wrapped his muscular arms around the brunette. His burly body pushed her back against her desk. Cindy's hands cupped his melon-shaped ass-cheeks. She squeezed the man's firm buttocks deftly through the tight fabric of his pants and pulled him towards herself. Jack's quickly hardening dick pressed against her lap. Playfully she wiggled her hips.

"Uuuh .." he grunted, enjoying the rub of his groin.

Kim watched the couple hugging and exchanging a deep throat kiss.

"I...mmmpphh am now...mmh...since fuckin' 72 hours on duty," Jack mumbled hoarsely, "I am an emergency case Doc. I need it, I need it badly."

Cindy nibbled at his ear lobe, knowing that this would turn him on. The hunky Captain felt his accelerating heartbeat pulsing in his dick. Sweat was collecting in his arm pits. Damn that woman was hot. He could fuck her right away on her desk.

"Ohh .. yeahh, baby, I love it when you do that, " Jack gasped flush faced.

"Soldier, you need first and for all a shower," Cindy pinched her nose in faked disgust, however, she contradicted her statement immediately and indulged in his manly odor.

"No problem, Ma'am, if the doctor could lather my tool," Jack chuckled, while his big hands were kneading her boobs. “Besides, I recall someone getting turned on by my stink …” He buried his nose in her brown hair, savoring her smell.

Indeed, Cindy was always hot to enjoy his unwashed body, licking his ass while pumping his meaty cock after he returned from a long-ass patrol. It gave her a feeling of control handling her muscular fighter by his joy stick and he got off from his ass being eaten by the gorgeous woman.

"Chill Baby," Cindy laughed and pushed the heavily breathing man away, "let's get this gook to the examination room first. When we are through with him, we'll have the whole weekend to look after your tool." The big Marine and the sexy doctor had a raunchy sex affair going on. Anticipating the fuck festival she could expect during the next three nights and two days Cindy felt already a weakness in her legs. The Captain was usually horny and ready for sex all the time, but when Jack returned from an extended patrol his sex drive was insatiable.

She was always amazed about his stamina and the huge amounts of cum, that Jack's 7'' cut baby-maker could produce. Jack was an experienced, resourceful lover, who knew how to please her. The hot brunette with her buxom boobs and her firm buttocks offered him the sexual workouts that his healthy man's body needed. The love-making of the muscle-packed hunk was wild and passionate. She loved his macho attitude and roughness and retaliated with the firm grip of her pussy that had him moaning in ecstasy until he cuddled his sweat-soaked satisfied body with hers in the wee hours of the morning.

"Get that guy over to Lab 4." Cindy said," the sooner we get him to talk, the longer the weekend, honey."

“Yes Ma’am!” The burly Marine threw a mock salute.

"Come on, you piece of shit!" Jack seized the captive Asian and hustled him roughly to the door.

Kim was desperate. The guard manhandled him along the corridor. No way to escape and cuffed and chained he was no match for the brawny soldier. The brunette doctor stopped in front of a door and slipped her ID through a scanner. The double-winged door opened and Kim was pushed inside a room with a tiled floor. The doors closed with a dull sound. Cold fluorescent light was reflected from high-polished stainless steel cabinets. Antiseptic smell hovered in the air. In the center of the room was a leather-covered examination table with leather restraints to fasten ankles and wrists to the table.

"Get him on the table and take the cuffs off," Cindy said while she was taking a tray with a number of syringes from a fridge, "he will be very cooperative after the drug has hit."

Kim found his worst fears confirmed. He had to make his move, but how?

"You know," Jack said while hustling the Asian to the examination table,"gimme just 15 minutes with that bloody gook and he will sing like a nightingale. The doors are sound-proof. Nobody will hear him screaming."

Jack squatted and removed the ankle restraints. The Korean looked intently down at him.

"Don't you even think about it!" Jack glowered. He turned him around and removed the cuffs from Kim's wrists.

"No need for old fashioned methods," Cindy said. "The new drug is great. The subject's will power is virtually cut off. He will have an out-of-body experience, aware what is going on, what he is talking and doing, but has no way to interfere. Then he is up to a nasty surprise: He will do whatever he is ordered to do, helpless trapped inside his own body. But the nice thing is, when the drug wears off, he'll be back to normal. No lasting damage to his brain. The old stuff would have left him as a vegetable."

"As I couldn't care less," Jack grumbled while he pushed the Asian onto the table.

Cindy fetched a bottle from a fridge and prepared two syringes for injection, putting them on a small tray. A horrified Kim looked at the syringes filled with a bluish liquid. For the first time he lost his composure. In panic he started to struggle.

"Wo-hoo!" Jack threw is linebacker body on top of the raging Korean. The Asian had no chance against the powerful Marine. Despite a heroic struggle his arms were forced into the leather restraints.

"Gotcha!" a grinning Jack caught the flailing legs and forced the ankles into the restraints as well.

Kim's body slumped in resignation. That was the end. The brunette bitch would put a drug in him and extract any secret information. He would go to jail in Seoul, where the North-Korean secret service would find him and liquidate him as a traitor.

Cindy had calmly watched the ruckus. She was sure that Jack could handle the situation.

The Marine turned to her, his face suddenly contorting. Jack's mouth opened as he was desperately gasping for air. He made two, three stumbling steps. With disbelieve in his eyes he closed his hands around his throat. Retching sounds alarmed her.

"Cindy help...arrgh" he retched and sank to his knees, finally collapsing as a heap on the tiled floor.

Terrified she watched his strong body jerking. The Korean must have hurt him. Was there a hidden weapon?

"Jack!" she shouted and rushed to his aid. The man was hardly moving anymore. She ripped the velcros of his tactical vest open, exposing the black wife-beater tank top, and pushed the moaning solder on his back. Kneeling down she pressed her ear on his chest to listen for his heartbeat. The skin-tight A-shirt was damp from his sweat and exuding his manly odor.

Relieved she discovered a pulse, when suddenly strong arms folded around her, pulling her down on top of the prone soldier.

"You bastard!" Cindy's fists punched his chest.

Jack laughed and pulled her in a kiss. She wrapped herself around him, while their tongues were playing with each other. Breathless she rose, straddling his lap, while her hands were kneading his sculpted pecs.

"Come on Baby. Let's show the gook, how two healthy Americans fuck!" Jack rasped hoarsely. His eyes were looking mockingly up to her. The short fight had pumped additional adrenaline into his system.

“Hmm, we are not quite alone, honey,” Cindy hesitated.

The Captain rose to sit, pulled her into his lap while his tattooed arms embraced her.

"Let's do it!" Jack said gleefully, "making love in sight of the enemy. We haven’t tried this yet."

Cindy found herself engulfed in his man scent and finally succumbed to her hormones, "Hell, why not?" She threw her arms around his neck and closed her mouth again over his.

Without breaking the kiss, Jack started unbuttoning her blouse. She wriggled her ass across his lap, making him groan in pleasure. He arched his back and unbuttoned his fly.

With a sly grin Cindy reached down to the holster, pulled the Sig and pointed it at his chest.

“Freeze, soldier!”

The Marine slowly raised his hands behind the back of his head.

“Oh my God! Please, Ma’am don’t shoot me!” Jack pleaded pretending he was scared.

“Hmm, you are my prisoner of war now. Do you copy that, Marine?”

“Yes, Ma’am, absolutely! Copy that! Your prisoner of war!”

“Take that fucking vest off!” Cindy barked.

“Yes, Ma’am, yes! Takin’ that fuckin’ vest off”, Jack grinned and pulled the tactical vest from his tattooed shoulders.

“Take off my panties, soldier!” Cindy smiled and raised her hip.

“Oh yes, Ma’am, absolutely yes!” Jack peeled the gloves from his hands, reached under the shirt, seized the thin pantyhose and ripped it off.

“Oh! You dirty boy” Cindy yelped

“Yes, Ma’am, very dirty … mmmmhh,” Jack pushed the tattered underwear against his nose. He was on fire. That woman knew how to turn him on.

And then, Cindy's pager rang.

"Fuck!" the Marine cursed. Cindy read the little display.

"I need to drive to Camp Bravo. They have an emergency." The brunette already closed her blouse.

"But ...“ Jack looked in shock and disbelief. That was not happening. She could not leave him turned on like that, throwing a fucking boner.

"Come on, big boy, I'll be back latest by tomorrow night. Keep the heat on, ok?" Cindy smiled at the miserably looking hunk.

"I'll better get some ice," Jack sighed in exaggerated despair and released her reluctantly.

Both men were looking after the brunette. The doors closed again with a thud.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the Marine repeated and hammered his fist on the floor in frustration.

Kim registered with interest the impressive bulge that had developed in the American's lap. That hunk clearly had blue balls. He couldn't prevent himself from grinning. How funny. Too late he tried to conceal his expression.

The Marine caught his looks. It was obvious. The gook was scoffing at him, because his girl had dumped him. He came up on his feet fuming.

"What are you looking at, huh?" Jack barked angrily.

"Are you a fag? Craving for my cock, huh? Like the sluts in downtown Seoul." The Marine didn't wait for an answer. He shot a murderous glare at the Korean and Kim knew, he had it coming.

"Get up, you little piece of shit!" Jack removed the manacles. His dog tags clanked and rattled while the Captain pulled the Korean from the examination table.

"This is not over, asshole! Now we talk the old fashioned way. Looks, as we'd have a full weekend ahead and the base will be empty. Nobody will hear you. I own you! Now again: Do you speak English? Who is the fuckin’ mole that you planted here?" Jack clamored and forced the Korean down on his knees.

"The chicks like this," his hands closed behind Kim's head and pulled the Korean's face into his groin. "...they need a stud like me."

Kim was desperately fighting for air and coughing, but he was held in an iron grip. He could almost smell the American's hardening dick through the fabric of the trousers.

Then there was something warm touching his lips. Kim realized in surprise that the tip of the Marine's penis was peeping through the open fly. The angry American hadn't bothered to button up, after the intended fuck-session on the tiled floor hadn't worked as planned. Kim considered taking the careless hunk down. One bite and the fight would be over. However, the American might still be useful to aid his cause.

So, Kim didn't offer any resistance and allowed Jack to rub his face right and left across his lap. Every time the cock was passing by, Kim gave it a short lick with his tongue. Jack was far too enraged to realize that his baby-maker was gliding through his fly.

His dick, however, reacted to the soft touch of Kim's tongue. When it touched his lips again, Kim realized that it had not only wriggled even further from the confinement of the pants. It was definitely swelling. Moments later, he managed to close his lips over the mushroom head and applied a careful suction.

Jack felt the wet grip around his dick. First he was appalled by the idea of receiving a blowjob from a man. But then ... It didn't feel bad and he enjoyed humiliating the Asian. Kim was almost passing out when the Marine jerked his head back, bending it painfully to the neck.

"You are truly queer, a fuckin' pussy-boy! You like a man's cock up yer fuckin' mouth, huh? Fine with me!" Furiously he forced his cock down the Korean's throat.

Jack was still fuming, but then he sensed an all too familiar tingling in his balls. He was frustrated and he was horny; if he was to relieve himself in that gook's mouth, so what? Nobody would listen to any of the bloody spy's complaints. Fuck the Geneva Convention!

He kept the Asian's head in place and started to rotate his hips, thrusting his hips back and forth, bucking his lap into Kim's face.

Kim couldn't believe his luck. Primal instincts and testosterone had taken control and made the burly American careless. His tongue swirled around the hardening shaft. Satisfied with the blow job Jack released Kim's head.

"Yeah, suck my Marine combat cock!" Jack stood arms akimbo. His cock was bobbing with the slightly rocking hips.

The hunky Captain watched the Asian through half-shut eyes. Carefully, to avoid any suspicion, Kim unbuttoned the fly even more. His mouth engulfed the throbbing shaft, holding it in a velvet grip. His fingers travelled inside the fly. Softly he pulled until a heavy set of balls covered in damp curly hairs emerged and rested comfortably in the palm of his hand.

"Oh yeah, that feels good ... chew my fuckin’ bone," Jack reacted with a deep satisfied grunt, when his nuts were softly fondled. His head lolled back and his thighs opened wider.

The salty taste in his mouth told Kim that the American was leaking pre-cum. The thighs were shuddering. The horny soldier's moans grew louder and louder under the assault of the Asian tongue.

"Fuck, oh yeah..." Jack gulped. The Asian rolled the heavy nuts in his palm and guided them expertly until they attached themselves to the base of the throbbing shaft. Kim grinned silently. He had perfectly cocked the American. Now it was time to unload the throbbing weapon. His middle finger was softly caressing the skin between the sac and the asshole. The hips were starting to swing slow back and forth in a steady rhythm. Kim knew that the hunk was now focusing on that unique fantastic moment of both weakness and ecstasy. His primal urges would now tame his readiness to fight. If he managed to push him over the edge, he wouldn't bother to cum even in the hands of his enemy and it would be than right at the top of the climax, at the instant of the cum shot, when he would strike.

Kim continued deep-throating and fondled the Marine’s nuts. He watched the American’s flushed expression. His finger slipped further in and touched the tightly clenched rosebud.

“Shit! Oh yeah …” Jack’s jaws slacked.

When the knees buckled, Kim got up and moved behind the Marine distracted by his arousal. Before Jack knew what was happening, one hand was reaching under his wife-beater, gliding upwards across the sweaty abs until the fingers found a nipple to caress. Warm lips closed around his ear and teeth started nibbling his earlobe. The Asian was jerking his rock-hard dick from behind.

Three days of cum saved during an extended patrol, were urging for release from his plump balls. His body yielded to the soft stimulations it was receiving. Fingertips played with the sensitive glans and before the hunky man knew it, he felt the first contractions of an approaching climax spreading through his groins.

"What the fuck!?... Aaarghh ...Shit!" unable to control himself the Marine was hammered by the force of his climax. A gush of white hot jism erupted from his cock and shot straight forward. Kim felt the hard warm body slump in his arms. His fingers squeezed firmly the sensitive cock head preventing a second load of hot Marine cum to erupt and trapped the American in the thralls of an extended orgasmic sensation.

"Uurgh! Shit!" Jack howled in frustration about the interrupted cum shot. His eyes bulged and his knees buckled in reflex. For a seemingly endless moment, he was kept on the edge of cuming. The powerful body quivered. He fought to regain control.

Before his blurred vision cleared, the slippery mushroom head of his pecker was kneaded between thumb and index finger, forcing him over the edge into a second thundering climax.

“Aww … fuuuck!” Spurting his man-juice he barely registered that the Korean had stepped in front of him.

Kim stunned the American by bitch-slapping him right and left. He seized the squirting rod with a hard, commanding grip and pulled the writhing body towards the desk. The muscular hunk was a howling and moaning bundle of lust, dragged about by his sensitive dick.

"Awwww! Fuck! Uurghhh!" sweat was pouring from the hollering man, who stumbled helpless after the Asian. Kim used this moment of primal weakness, when the hunk was caught in the grip of his climax.

The cum-spewing shaft was twitching in his hand. Gooey stuff was oozing between his fingers and dropping to the floor. Kim’s other hand reached desperately for the tray that the brunette had left on the desk.

Being unloaded, the Marine recovered quickly and his training kicked in. He pulled his cock from the Asian’s grip and went to the attack.

"Fucking gook! I'll kill you for that! Dead meat, that's what you are..." Jack's head was clearing fast.

Murderous vengeance in his mind, he went for the kill. He took a fighting stance and rushed to tackle the Korean, who had turned his back to him. Kim looked over his shoulder at the attacking Marine.

“Aaiiiaaah!!!” A murderous roundhouse kick connected with the soldier’s stomach.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Jack taunted after his rock-hard abs had deflected the kick.

Like all Special Forces the Captain was well-trained in martial arts and his body was in top condition. An instant later he was all over his enemy, pummeling the Asian with punches and kicks across the room. Kim was forced into defending himself. Then his eyes caught the Sig that the brunette had left on the floor. He dodged an attack, turned and rushed to reach the weapon.

However, before he could snatch the handgun strong hands clawed into his shoulders. He was spun around like a ragdoll and pulled towards the fuming Marine, who intended to overpower the prisoner by his sheer body mass.

Furious, light-brown eyes met wide-open dark eyes. Both men struggled. Kim dug his fingers into the pressure points of Jack’s armpits. The soldier hollered in pain and loosened his grip. Kim pushed against the hard chest, desperately trying to put a distance between him and his opponent. At this moment, when he had dropped his guard, Jack fired a haymaker squarely in his face breaking his nose. Tumbling back Kim’s hands looking for a hold seized the shoulder straps of the tank top. With a forceful rip the fabric was torn away exposing the chiseled chest.

“Ooooraah!” Jack roared triumphantly. He hammered his fists against his sculpted pecs, making the dog tags ring.

Kim swayed. Tears in eyes and blood seeping from his nose he lost orientation.

Jack closed in, locked his hands under Kim’s jaws his hands around the front of the Asian’s neck and lifted him clear of the ground. He shook the slacking body.

With bulging biceps the Marine lowered the retching Korean until they were face to face and allowed Kim’s shins to rest on his hips.

“That’s it!” he spat in the Korean’s bloodied face that turned blue already.

“Go to sleep!” In a show of strength he started to push up his foe until his arms were stretched high, then lowered the feebly kicking body and repeated this like some barbell exercise, watching the Asian slowly being choked out.

It happened in a second, but for the two struggling men it seemed to happen in slow-motion. Jack felt a sharp sting in his left pec. Both men's looks traveled down the sculpted slab of meat. The Korean's hand was firmly closed around one of the syringes which he had snatched from the tray. The hypodermic needle was buried deep in the pectoral muscle about a centimeter below the soldier's man tit. Jack watched the flash of triumph in the dark eyes and Kim's thumb pushed the plunger up to the hilt into the instrument injecting the entire bluish liquid into the flesh of the heaving pec.

“Fuck you!” Kim watched the American's eyes changing from surprise to disbelieve and sudden comprehension. Jack released his grip and the Korean landed on wobbling knees.

The Captain's pec started to sizzle. In rising panic the stung Marine seized the pectoral slab and tried to squeeze the drug out of his chest. The effort was to no avail. The only effect was that his nipple protruded and stood at attention. A wave of burning heat spread through the left pec and rippled from Jack's muscle-packed chest down across his abs and traveled further to his back and down his legs.

"Oh shit!" Jack's mouth opened while he was gasping for air. The heat was rapidly replaced by a strange numbness that spread through his body. His world started to spin, first slowly but quickly faster and faster. He closed and opened his eyes; however, the spinning did not stop.

Then his narrowing view got stuck on the alert button at the side of the door. He had to call for help. Mustering his remaining willpower the drugged Marine staggered towards the exit. His head lolled back and forth. The glassy eyes gave the hunk a sheepish expression. The brawny body was writhing. Arms were hanging limp from the swaying torso. The semi-erect dick still ridiculously dangling from the open fly was twitching in uncontrolled spasms.

“What’s wrong? Not so tough anymore, huh?” his foe taunted.

"Fuck you...I..." Jack felt light-headed. Overwhelmed by the drug his conscious mind drifted from his body. It was as if he was hovering somewhere below the ceiling of the laboratory. In helpless apathy he was monitoring the scenario below him:

A well-built, half naked USMC Special Forces Captain was facing a small lean Korean. The Asian was watching the soldier with curious intent. 'Get that sonofabitch', Jack wanted to shout, but he was damned to hover passively over the scene.

The Korean pivoted around the disoriented Marine, taunting and throwing feints. Easily dodging the increasingly uncontrolled hooks, he waited until the sweat-glistening soldier was exhausted. Arms hanging limp at his sides the hunk swayed on wobbling legs. Knowing that he had won, he seized the broad shoulders, kicked hard into the unprotected back of the knees and pushed the American down on his heels. He fetched the handcuffs behind the soldier's waist from the utilities belt and cuffed the Marine's wrists behind his back.

The agent went on to finish the American fighter. He ripped the bandana from Jack’s head and wiped the blood from his face. Holding the cloth by the corners he twirled the fabric to a string and looped it around the broad neck of the kneeling soldier. The Korean pulled the loop tight simultaneously pushing a knee hard into the back of the Marine right in the center of the SEMPER FI tattoo that covered the broad shoulders.

“Fuu-arrghh!” Now it was Jack, who was retching. His chest was pushed out, while his neck was pulled back. His face turned first purple, then white and finally blue, while the Korean expertly cut his air supply.

The Marine was forced to arch his body backwards until he was face to face with his sneering foe, who towered behind him. Kim relished the look of panic in the bulging eyes. He spat in the blue face and hit the mouth that was desperately gasping for air. Jack felt the heels of his boots grinding his buttocks. Running out of air his dick reacted promptly and to his utmost embarrassment a throbbing hard-on rose obscenely from this open fly. While his consciousness was slipping away, it sank in that he was totally fucking owned by the Asian, who dismantled him bit by bit to a sweating, retching heap of deflated muscle-meat.

Taking revenge for his suffering, when Jack had used him as a barbell, Kim loosened the improvised garrote just do give his prey some vain hope, before he closed the loop again. He repeated this again and again, systematically shortening the time he allowed the retching fighter to breathe.

The effects of the drug and the increasing lack of oxygen sapped both his strength and his will to fight. The Marine’s muscles lost tension, except the fucking boner he was throwing.

When the struggling changed to uncontrolled spams Kim pulled the loop tight. The sweaty body reared up in desperation, but could not escape from the Korean’s iron hold.

“Go to sleep!” were the last words Jack heard before he passed out, wondering that this had been for the first time the Korean had talked to him.

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