I entered a large, white room which I recognized as the clinic that Ski had described, where the men were given their cockrings. Dieter followed and closed the door behind him, still holding the control box in his ham like fist.
Johnson, by this time, had been strapped in place on his back, his legs spread wide and secured to extensions at the foot of the large examination table, leaving his manhood dangling and freely accessible. Adhesive tape covered his mouth, muffling the terrified cries as, alternately, his cheeks puffed out and his nostrils flared with each breath. His wide eyes darted wildly around the room, searching madly for an escape and finding none.
L.T. stood to the side of the table, an unreadable expression on his face, staring behind me and to my left. I turned to see what he was looking at, and found one of the guards in the corner of the room, holding a 9 mm semi-automatic aimed at the lieutenant's head.
"Welcome," Peck's voice brought my attention around, back to the large examination table. "So glad you could join us," he mocked.
Dieter shoved me roughly, and I stumbled forward, almost losing my balance as Peck continued. "I'd like you to meet Dr. Matheson." For the first time I noticed the older man on the far side of the table wearing a lab coat and rubber gloves. Thick glasses magnified his eyes as he blinked at me and nodded his head. "Actually," Peck went on, "Dr. Matheson is a veterinarian by trade, taking care of the animals on my farm. However, he does serve quite useful when it comes to gelding humans as well." Peck let out a sharp, barking laugh and the doctor looked over at him, the corners of his mouth curling slightly into an anemic grin.
I caught L.T.'s jaw clench as his eyes flicked over to the 9 mm still levelled at his head. "And," Peck continued, "he also developed the hibernation serum that allows shipment of my merchandise without a lot of hubbub." He casually cocked his head to a small stand in the corner of the room. A single vial of yellowish liquid stood in the center, flanked by several syringes and needles. Next to the stand were two large, wooden shipping crates, and I remembered Dieter's statement about a buyer for L.T. as well as Johnson. I noticed the padding inside, almost coffin like, but there were also air holes drilled at regular intervals along the sides. The lids, which lay askew beside them, had shipping labels already secured.
Peck stood at Johnson's head, patting the naked black man on the cheek. "But first, we're going to have some fun. A quick shave and we'll let him use those balls one last time. Now, then, Lieutenant, your man needs to be prepped, if you would be so kind." He nodded to the shaving cream and straight razor among the other instruments next to the exam table.
With one quick glance at the weapon pointed at his skull, L.T. picked up the can of shave cream, filling his palm with the lather. Lifting the black man's heavy cock out of the way with his other hand, he spread the foam over the large, dangling nutsack, and around the base of the thick shaft, into the wiry pubic hairs.
The white of Johnson's eyes stood out in stark contrast to the dark skin of his face as he watched L.T., muffled protests barely escaping the tape covering his mouth. L.T.'s brows knit together in concern or concentration, and I could see the muscles at his temples contract as he clenched his jaw. Then, taking the straight razor in hand, L.T. began shaving away the curly black hairs of Johnson's pubes.
After shearing the wiry pubic fur, L.T. took Johnson's thick, black dick in his fist and lifted it away from the dangling balls which retreated upward in their nutsack. With utmost care, the lieutenant completed the denuding of the black man's groin and set the straight razor back on the stand beside the exam table. Glancing once at the guard in the corner still leveling the weapon at his head, L.T. turned to Peck with a snarl of disgust curling at his lips. "Your time's at hand, asshole. You won't get away with this."
Peck stepped up to the table to take Private Johnson's pendulous balls in his fist, rubbing the palm of his other hand over the smooth pubic skin. "Thank you for that editorial, Lieutenant," he winked, "but, really, I think I will."
He hefted the black nuts in one hand while sliding his other hand from the pubic area onto the hefty prick. Gripping it firmly, he began to slowly stroke the shaft, watching the black man's face closely. "What do you say, private? You ready to drain these one last time?"
Johnson shook his head furiously from side to side, indiscernible protests stifled behind the tape occluding his mouth. I watched the sadistic grin spread across Peck's face as the swarthy cock thickened in his fist. "Well, your head says no, but your prick says yes. Looks to me like you're overruled."
L.T.'s jaw was clenched, the muscles and veins prominent at his temples. "Leave...him...alone!" The words came deep and clipped, his hands balled into futile fists of rage. I shot a glimpse to my left to see the guard still holding the muzzle of the 9mm at L.T.'s head, then looked back to Peck, a smug expression on his face.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Peck grinned, "of course, you'd rather take care of him yourself, isn't that right?"
Lieutenant Brown stood silent, fury tightening every muscle in his magnificent body.
Peck's eyes narrowed, the smile fading from his lips. "I SAID, 'isn't that right?'", he demanded, then nodded to Dieter standing behind me.
Suddenly, the cockring in my groin fired to life, and I sank to my knees in agony. When my vision cleared, I looked up to see a broad grin on Dieter's face. Then, turning my attention back to the table, I saw Peck wagging Johnson's thick, semi turgid shaft in his fist as he addressed Lieutenant Brown. "Here it is, cocksucker. Just waiting for your hot mouth and tongue."
Johnson's wide, frantic eyes darted from Peck to L.T., while the two men locked stares.
"It really makes no difference to me," Peck shrugged, "I'll cut his balls off fully loaded or drained. Now, are you going to suck him off, or do we just castrate him here and now?"
Johnson's face was contorted in fear, his eyes begging for help as a small tear rolled from the corner and into his left ear. L.T. saw it, then looked over at the 9mm levelled at his head, then at Dieter behind me, and finally at me before turning back to the helpless, naked marine strapped to the table. I watched in anguish as the macho stud C. O. bent slowly and took the stout black dickhead between his lips.
Dieter grabbed the hair on my head, pulling me to a standing position, and brought his face inches from mine. "Bet you wish you could play, too, huh?" The sneer spread across his face. Then, shoving me roughly toward the table, commanded, "Get your fucking face down there in your CO's asshole, dickwipe. Get it nice and slick. He'll thank you for it later."
I knelt behind the lieutenant, who was bent at the waist as he sucked on Johnson's meat. My heart was racing in my chest as I spread his firm, round asscheeks to reveal the pink, puckered hole. If they thought this was going to humiliate me, they were fucking way off base. I had fantasized about sticking my tongue up this hole a long time, and now they were affording me the opportunity to make it come true. I stuck out my tongue and licked gently at the sphincter, causing it to twitch in response. The man-musk taste of L.T.'s hot hole was intoxicating, and Old Snake sprang up in acknowledgement.
Peck came around the table to tap at Old Snake with the toe of his boot. "Well, now. Looks like the sergeant enjoys his work, Lieutenant." He put his hand on the back of L.T.'s head and pushed, shoving the big black shaft further down his throat, causing the macho marine officer to gag. "You ready to have him fuck you again? I'm sure, since you're conscious, you'll enjoy it much more this time." Peck let out a rumbling laugh, and I felt a hand pulling me to a standing position by the hair on my head. It was Dieter, and in his other hand, he held the goddamned control box at the ready.
Peck gripped Old Snake in his fist and gave it a few strokes, while smearing the clear precum over the head with his thumb. "It would seem the sergeant is ready," he said stroking my cock a couple more times for emphasis. "He's hard as a rock." Then, slicking up my cockhead with the slimy, seeping precum, he nodded to Dieter and stepped away.
Dieter held out the controller, a wicked sneer cracking across his face as he nodded to L.T.'s ass. "You've got it all lubed up with your spit, asswipe. Now you're gonna fuck it."
I gulped as I looked at L.T. bent over Johnson's crotch, exposing his puckered, wet hole. I looked at Peck, then at Dieter, his thumb poised over the buttons on the control pad. I realized there was no choice. But I also realized that this was something that I wasn't going to pass up. Shit, I should be THANKING these assholes.
I took the lieutenant's hips in my hands and guided Old Snake to the hot, waiting hole. "I'm sorry, sir," I mumbled, and slowly pressed forward. A muffled grunt came from L.T.'s mouth, still stuffed with Johnson's thick meat, as I shoved Old Snake to the hilt, my balls slapping against his.
Dieter moved his free hand to his crotch and massaged the cylindrical bulge. "Yeah, dickwad. Screw that officer's man-cunt. Come on, fuck him good." He ground his hips obscenely as he groped himself, watching my dick slide in and out of my CO's rounded, muscular ass.
"I hope you're enjoying this," Peck addressed Johnson, running the palm of his hand up the black marine's abs and chest. "Because as soon as you cum, your balls are mine." He punctuated the statement with a pinching twist of the man's nipple. "Doctor Matheson?" He nodded to the bespectacled old man in the lab coat who walked over to stand between Johnson's spread legs, and grabbed the nutsack in his left hand while light glinted off the blade of a scalpel in his right.
Johnson's eyes went even wider as he felt the hand on his nuts. Unintelligible noises came from his taped mouth, and he shook his head futilely from side to side, spraying hot sweat, as L.T.'s head continued to bob up and down. His balls retracted high up in the sack, and the slurping of the lieutenant's mouth grew louder as the cum fired into his throat, lubricating his lips sliding up and down on the erupting ebony shaft.
I could feel my own balls climbing higher, close to shooting their load. Real close, in spite of the fact that one of my men was about to lose his nuts as the scalpel was brought to position.
