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.
