We were divided into smaller groups, each overseen by a pair of guards who appeared less than comfortable in their black fatigues. As the sun rose higher and the day warmed, I was almost grateful to be wearing nothing more than the handcuffs on my left wrist and my birthday suit. Well, and of course, the fucking cockring. L.T. and I labored with several other men in the working fields surrounding the compound, our already tanned skin darkening still more in the relentless sun. Occasionally I would become careless and pull on the joining handcuffs, but L.T. would just grunt and continue on with his work. I knew that the artificial cock embedded in his ass had to be painful, and I also knew that the only reason he suffered this degradation was to protect me from further torture. Shit, I respected the hell out of this man.
Somewhere around noon, with the sun at full apex, a whistle sounded, and we were herded back to the main compound. Our skin was slickened with sweat, and I glanced over to see the thick fur on L.T.'s chest matted and glistening, as rivulets ran from his armpits down his side. As we walked, his pendulous cock and balls would swing from side to side, tapping at my left hand. For his part, L.T. appeared not to notice as he continued striding tall, silent and proud. But the repeated touch of his manmeat was driving me crazy, and I bit the inside of my cheek, drawing blood, as I fought to keep old Snake under control.
We arrived back at the barn where we had assembled that morning and rejoined our fellow captives already in formation. Dieter had one of them kneeling at his feet: obviously, the tattooed, hairy italian that Ski had mentioned. The man's face was only inches from Dieter's bulging crotch, as he was berated for some infraction. As we fell in with the others, Dieter looked over at us. "Hey, big man! Front and center. You got somethin' of mine, and I want it back."
Lieutenant Brown strode over to stand by Dieter's side, and I, of course, had to accompany him. He looked Dieter straight in the eye, expressionless. Dieter sniffed dramatically, a look of disgust crossing his face. "You fucking stink, big man. Smell like a damned dog." His mouth curled up slightly at the corners. "Get down on all fours like the animal you are." Dieter held out one of the cursed control pads in his right hand.
I could see L.T.'s jaw muscles clench and his nostrils flared, but he glanced down at the control and sank to his knees, then leaned forward his hands splayed in the dirt, his triceps bulging, and his shoulder and back muscles rippling under their sheen of sweat. I, too, knelt beside him to keep from pulling on the cuffs that joined us together. I looked up to see everyone, guards and captives alike, watching. I felt outrage at L.T.'s humiliation, but powerless to end it. Dieter grabbed L.T.'s hair and pulled his face up, grinding it into his crotch. Then, Dieter addressed the italian that had been kneeling as we approached. "This maggot has my dildo," he tilted his head in L.T.'s direction. "Fetch!"
The man crawled on his knees to L.T.'s ass, placing his left hand on the lieutenant's butt. As he reached with his right hand to remove the fake dick, Dieter abruptly slapped the side of his head. "Not with your hands, ya fuckin' slime ball." The hirsute Italian’s dark eyes flashed briefly in anger before turning back to L.T.'s butt. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his face to the lieutenant's ass and grasped the end of the dildo in his teeth.
I was finding it difficult to keep Old Snake under control with the picture of this guy's face jammed into L.T.'s cheeks. And, upon briefly looking around, I noted that I wasn't the only one that found the little tableau arousing, as cylindrical bulges appeared in the black trousers of the guards, and a few of the naked captive's cocks likewise extended in full view.
Slowly, the dark Italian drew his head back, pulling the fake cock from L.T.'s asshole. A short, quiet grunt escaped L.T.'s throat as his ass was finally freed of its intruder. Dieter reached down and took the dildo from the man's mouth and passed it off to one of the guards standing nearby who had been groping his crotch. "Here," Dieter sneered as the lackey took the plastic prick, "hold onto this instead of that pathetic excuse for a cock that you've got." The guard's face reddened at the insult, which, judging from the size of the protuberance in his pants, was completely unwarranted.
Dieter turned back to the kneeling Italian. "Now then," he began, nodding to L.T.'s asshole, "make sure there's nothing else left up there." With resigned understanding, the man again pressed is face between L.T.'s ass cheeks, and sticking out his tongue, licked at the twitching sphincter muscle before slipping it into the lieutenant's chute.
L.T. gasped at the intrusion of the warm, moist tongue into his asshole, and I felt his horse cock brush lightly against my wrist as it responded naturally to the rear assault. He closed his eyes and thrust out his jaw as the Italian’s tongue continued its probing. His USMC meat distended further, becoming a rigid staff that throbbed and pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. Swallowing hard, my mouth gone suddenly dry, I fought against my baser instinct of taking it in my fist and milking the fucker for all it was worth.
I bit the inside of my cheek and looked around at the gathered men. All attention was focused on L.T. and the beefy Italian whose face was planted between his asscheeks. I noted that the black uniforms were soaked with sweat, a sweat that I was sure came from more than just the tropical heat. The guards were groping at their own or their buddy's bulging crotches, while the naked prisoners stood helplessly exposed, the metal cockrings exaggerating their erections.
The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and I closed my eyes, trying to separate myself from the degrading scene. I felt a hand grabbing my hair, pulling my head back and I looked up to see Dieter's sneering face. "Whassamatter, gruntdick? Jealous?" With his other hand Dieter pushed the Italian’s spit-smeared face from L.T.'s furry butt. "There it is, fucker. It's all yours now." He raised his eyebrows, a mock expectant expression on his brutish face. "Ain't that a Corps motto: 'never leave your buddy's behind'?" Deep, rumbling laughter boiled up from his barrel chest as he enjoyed his own pathetic parody of the phrase.
Suddenly, I heard a furious voice bellowing, "You fucking goddamned sonuvabitch!" It was L.T. who, without warning, launched himself at the hulking Dieter, a ham like fist striking the side of the tormentor's head, knocking him to the ground. The handcuff around his nuts pulled in what must have been excruciating pain, before I realized what was happening and managed to give some slack. By then L.T. was standing over the dazed Dieter, his eyes blazing and nostrils flared. He was a magnificent sight, his sweat slickened, hairy chest heaving, his corded muscles tightened in fight response, and his massive cock still ramrod stiff from the blood trapped within by the constricting cuff.
One of the uniforms must have pulled out his controller, because the next thing I knew, fire exploded in my groin, sending me to my knees. Instinctively, my hands flew protectively to my crotch with such force that the handcuffs pulling on L.T.'s balls yanked him down to join me in the dirt. The excruciating pain from the fucking cockring ceased and I slumped forward but was stopped before my face hit the ground. I shook my head in an attempt to rid it of the mind-numbing electrical effects. As my brain cleared, I realized why I hadn't fallen. L.T. was holding me in his massive arms, one arm around my shoulders, the other hand holding my head to his furry chest, my body leaning supportively against his. "You pathetic yellow pussies," he was saying as I reluctantly pulled myself from his solid frame. "Pretty goddamned tough with your little toys, aren't you?" His voice was low, rumbling and full of venom.
I turned to see Dieter standing over us, running a hand over the bruise where he had been struck. "Well now, big man," the corners of his mouth turned up in a malicious grin. "You're gonna pay for that one." Looking at his group of henchmen, he nodded his head in our direction. The lieutenant and I were both grabbed by several of the black clad goons, the handcuffs stretching L.T.'s cock and balls painfully from his groin as I my arms were pulled behind my back.
Dieter stood in front of Lieutenant Brown looking down at his bulging nutsack under the semi turgid cockmeat. He brought his gaze up to stare into L.T.'s eyes. A wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth just before thrusting his knee up between the splayed legs of the helpless lieutenant.
L.T. howled in pain, and slumped in the grip of the guards. Dieter took the mashed balls in his fist as he unlocked the handcuffs, a sneer spreading across his face. "You don't look like such a big man now, cocksucker." Dieter's brows knit together as he slowly nodded his head, an idea obviously forming in his perverse mind. "Yeah. I think that's it. Cock sucker."
I looked from the lieutenant to Dieter, wondering just what the fucker had come up with this time. I didn't have to wait long.
Dieter stepped over to me and took Old Snake in a callused hand, giving it a few quick strokes. "It would seem," Dieter began as Snake grew in his fist, "that your comrades have become somewhat aroused." He looked over at the line of men standing at attention, most of them sporting semi hard or full blown erections partly due to the constricting bands around their genitals. "Being a good officer," Dieter continued, “I'm sure you want to see your men taken care of, isn't that right?"
Lieutenant Brown clenched his jaws and remained silent, staring with hatred at the hulking sadist. Dieter suddenly reached out and backhanded L.T.'s face, snapping his head to the side. "I SAID 'isn't that right?'"
L.T.'s lips trembled in rage, his eyes narrowed. "Whatever the hell you say, you mutherfucking sonuvabitch."
Dieter smiled broadly. "Good. I'm glad you feel that way." He ran his finger over Old Snake's piss slit, smearing the precum that was oozing there. "Because what you're going to do is suck 'em all off."
Lieutenant Brown glowered at the smirking gorilla, his sweat matted, fur covered chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Dieter yanked me by the cock to a position directly in front of my commanding officer; then, placing a hand firmly on L.T.'s shoulder, pushed him to his knees before me.
"Now I would advise," Dieter addressed me, feigning helpfulness, "that you just relax and enjoy this." Moving his hand from L.T.'s shoulder to the back of his head he firmly shoved it forward. "The more you hold back, the harder the big man here has to work." He gripped Old Snake in one fist, smearing the oozing precum over my C.O.'s lips as he continued forcing his head toward my groin. "So don't take too long. There's a lot of others waiting their turn behind you."
I could hear the guffaws and catcalls coming from the surrounding guards through the drumming heartbeat in my ears. "Lieutenant, I'm sorry. I ...,"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" With lightning speed, Dieter's hand went from my dick to my balls and twisted as he pulled the nutsack from my crotch. "You don't need to talk. Just shoot your fucking wad down his throat so we can move on."
I winced in pain as my balls crushed in the hamlike fist, but Old Snake was obliviously seeping precum in expectation of sliding past L.T.'s lips. I was humiliated at the loss of control, but felt a surge of lust as the lieutenant's mouth engulfed my throbbing shaft. He began a rhythmic back and forth movement as he sucked, his tongue flicking at the sensitive area just at the base of the cockhead. Maybe a man just naturally knows what a man really likes, but even though it barely registered on a conscious level, it seems that my boss was one helluva cocksucker.
The moist warmth of his mouth, combined with the steady sucking, drew more and more blood into my expanding dick with each heartbeat. The hooting laughter from the assembled goons was drowned out by the pounding in my ears as my breath came faster in short, deep gasps. A deep grunt escaped my chest, and my nuts crawled high in their hairy sack as the flood gates opened and they blasted their hot load into my C.O.'s mouth.
Dieter wasted no time in grabbing L.T.'s hair and pulling his head back, Old Snake withdrawing from his mouth with a wet popping sound. I briefly saw a trail of grayish white cum dripping from his mouth to mingle with the dark fur on his chest, before hanging my head in shame and humiliation as the sound of cheering and applause from the black uniformed henchmen filled my burning ears.
"You!" Dieter was pointing to the tattooed italian who had pulled the dildo from L.T.'s asshole, still on all fours. "Yer next. Get the fuck up. Parade rest."
The man pulled himself to a standing position, feet spread and hands crossed behind his back. His short, fat dick lay flaccid over his large round balls, made more prominent by the bright chrome control ring.
Dieter nodded his head in the man's direction, smacking the lieutenant on the back of the head. "Well, c'mon, big man. We ain't got all day and you've just barely begun."
L.T. shot a look of pure hatred at the taunting ringleader but remained silent. Realizing that resistance at this point would be futile, he wiped my cum from his chin with the back of his hand and crawled in front of the dark haired Italian. Even in such a degrading situation, he maintained his honor and decorum. They could force him to perform, but they couldn't take those from him. Fuck, I was proud to be serving under him.
The Italian fixed his gaze blankly ahead as L.T. took the man's bulbous dickhead into his mouth. I watched his eyes narrow as his cock hardened, responding to the lieutenant's manipulations. His nostrils flared, sucking in more air, and sweat coursed its way through the forest of chest fur, down his rippled abs and into his crotch hair to mingle with L.T.'s spit. Within minutes, his head tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut. Then the lieutenant began to make quiet, choking sounds as he swallowed the load firing into his throat.
The uniformed crowd was eating this up, hooting and hollering as they groped at the bulges in their pants, shouting mock encouragement to Lieutenant Brown as he crawled to the next man, the hard dicked red head. I thought Old Snake was difficult to control, but this guy seemed to sport a constant hard on and I was beginning to wonder just how much of that was due to the constricting effects of the cockring. Whatever the cause, he blew his nuts almost as soon as L.T.'s lips wrapped around his rod. I took that as a small blessing, knowing that it would shorten the course of my C.O.'s degradation.
Next up was Ski, who watched L.T. with a rueful look in his dark brown eyes. He looked over at me like a trapped animal with nowhere to run, then back at L.T. kneeling in front of him. His lips moved as he whispered something to the lieutenant that I couldn't hear through the catcalls and raucous laughter around me. I saw his face screw up in a painful expression as his dick disappeared into L.T.'s mouth.
I closed my eyes, not able to bear anymore, trying to mentally escape and block out the reality of our situation. I kept them shut throughout the remainder of L.T.'s ordeal; yet I was able to track when each man finished by the burst of whooping cheers and applause from the guards.
After what seemed to be an eternity, it was apparently over. "Good job, big man." Dieter's voice was callously mocking, and I opened my eyes to see him pulling L.T. to his feet, semen mixed with saliva dripping from the lieutenant's square chin. "In fact, you did so well, you got my men all fired up." This brought a burst of crude comments from the group still grabbing and rubbing at their bulging crotches. "Maybe you'd like to suck their cocks, too. Whattaya say?" A rooting cheer exploded from the guards as L.T. wiped the slime from his face, staring at the malicious, sneering adversary.
"NO!" I found myself shouting and lashing out at the two preoccupied guards beside me. Immediately several others pounced on me, seizing my thrashing arms and legs.
"Enough!" The voice was sharp and commanding. I looked up to see Peck coming from the main house. "Just what the hell is all the commotion out here, Dieter?"
"Just taking a little break, Mr. Peck."
"Well, you damage any of my merchandise, and I'll be the one doing some breaking." Peck smiled as he continued in my direction. "You," he said pointing a finger at me. "Come with me."
The clutching hands released me and I stood, glancing over briefly at my naked comrades, most of whom had their heads hung in shame, then at L.T. who looked at me with questioning concern before I resignedly turned and followed Peck back toward the farmhouse.
