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, never mind 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 coppery taste of blood bitter on my tongue as I bit my cheek in anger. My eyes closed to slits, and I swore upon all 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.
