****** The Capture of an American Soldier by kyle ******
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The Capture of an American Soldier


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The Scene: Bosnia, 1999

Tyson sat shivering in the cold damp prison cell. He was wearing the same
clothes that he had worn when he was brutally shoved into the cell by two angry
guards three days ago. He could not understand how he had come to this
situation. A corporal in the US Army, 19 years of age, he had been walking near
a University while enjoying a 1 day leave. He was smart enough to avoid
trouble, going three blocks out of his way in order to avoid the anti-
government, anti-Bosnia, anti-Nato demonstration that was taking place before
him. All he wanted to do was see some sights, and escape the intensity of
military life. Never one to be political, he had always concentrated on his
excelling in military tactics, especially information technologies. He had
planned to visit his cousin, who had insisted that he come to visit with his
wife and children for his own safety during his leave. He made it all the way
their when, quite by surprise, someone pointed him out to the soldiers. "It was
him! He was there! I saw him myself." He tried to deny it, but that isn't how
things work anymore. No amount of protesting would work. In his civilian
clothes--jeans and a t-shirt, a brown leather jacket and boots--he looked like
a university student. And that was enough to make one guilty. "Intelligentsia"
were always subversive. He was arrested on the spot.

In a half daze, he heard the sound of the key. A shaft of hot light blinded him
for a moment.

"Get up cunt," said a huge guard. "Follow me." He followed the guard hesitantly
down the long dim corridor. "Stop cunt," said the guard as they stood in front
a large metal door. The guard knocked, the door opened, and Tyson was pushed
into the room.

Lit brightly, he noticed immediately that there were no windows. The walls were
built of stark white concrete blocks. His eyes opened a bit wider as he saw a
long steel examination table, and a cabinet filled with what could only be
described as torture instruments: whips, of all varieties, and what looked to
be various types of handcuffs, clamps and other ghastly and frightening things.

Seated at a long desk in front of him was a man, of larger build than himself,
dressed in a uniform that menacingly displayed his importance. The lieutenant
stared at him, eyeing him slowly from head to toe. The lieutenant was the
dangerous sort. With only the minimal power of a small prison commander, he was
power hungry. And he wielded what little power he had like a tyrant.

"You're in big trouble young man," said the lieutenant. "This government
doesn't appreciate subversives like you causing us trouble. You might be
executed if you disobey. Or we might let you starve, slowly until you are dead.
You might be spending a few years here cunt, so you better get used to it."
Tyson recognized the rank of the man before him and took the initiative "Sir, I
am a soldier in the US Army. I'm sure my commanding officer can clear things---
" SMACK Tyson was interrupted by a smack across his handsome young face.

"You will speak when I tell you to," the officer commanded. Tyson scared,
reacted.

"Sir? I didn't do anything I..." The lieutenant kneed Tyson in the balls then
immediately smacked him across the face. "Shut up!" he screeched.

Tyson coughed and finally managed a timid "Yes, Sir."

"I said, keep your fucking mouth shut!" screamed the lieutenant. The lieutenant
kneed him again. Tyson could feel the cold sweat breaking out all over his
body. A damp sensation of fear crept over him.

The lieutenant stared at Tyson and took in the image of the beautiful teen who
was so visibly shaken. He admired the almost six-foot tall, thick and short-
haired chestnut brown-haired teen, slim, and smooth, with an almost perfect
face. Tyson had deep blue eyes and tightly curled hair.

"Take off your clothes, cunt."

Tyson's fingers shook as he tried to control them.

"Get those fucking clothes off NOW!"

Tyson unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could, but somehow he couldn't
control the movements. He awkwardly opened the buttons, removed his shirt and
then pulled his white undershirt over his head, exposing his glistening chest
to the lieutenant. Drops of sweat slowly slid down his smooth skin from the
spot between his swimmer's pecs down to his smooth and tight abdomen. He
hesitantly opened the button of his baggy jeans and pushed them down his long
lightly haired legs. He almost lost his balance when he pushed the legs of the
jeans over his boots.

"Remove the boots, too."

He felt humiliated as he awkwardly bent over to take off his heavy boots.
Little did he know that this was only the beginning. He peeled off the three-
day-old socks. He stood now, in just his tight white underwear. He felt
horribly exposed.

"What are you waiting for pussy. Drop those fucking underpants, NOW!"

He placed his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and dropped them. He
was now totally naked. He felt an unnerving tingle shiver down his spine.
Mortified, he felt a deep and ominous fear. Tyson's cock was thick and long,
even though he was not erect. His balls were better than average, and they
ached from the abuse of the lieutenant.

"Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs wide. And keep your fucking
eyes on the floor." Tyson did as he was ordered. The lieutenant stood. He
towered over the beautiful teen soldier.

Although Tyson's eyes were glued to the floor he still could see the powerful
figure coming toward him. He stared at the lieutenant's lower body, noticing a
big bulge under the fly of his military pants. Tyson dared not wonder what
might happen next. He knew all too well what could become of him. He'd heard
the stories of random arrests, executions, rapes. The guard grabbed Tyson's
balls and dick and twisted them roughly. Tyson screamed in pain and tears
welled up in his beautiful young eyes.

"Shut up, pussy. You think that hurts?" He twisted the gonads twice as hard and
Tyson cried out in pain. The boy dry heaved, trying to catch his breath, and
hoped that the pain in his twisted dick and balls would stop quickly. "You
stink, cunt."

Three days in the cell with no water to bathe and only a can to piss and shit
in had left him in this unfortunate condition.

"Get over to that table, and bend over. I want to see that asshole. Spread it
wide." Tyson moved slowly to the table, his feet feeling cold against the stone
floor. He put his hands on the gleaming steel table and exposed his ass to the
lieutenant. "'Spread 'um,' I said. Wide!"

He reached behind his buns with his arms and spread them open. He could feel
uncomfortable cold air on his pulsating sphincter. The lieutenant came closer
and Tyson, in an unavoidable impulse, slammed his buns closed. "Get that ass
open, fucker". The lieutenant slammed him with his palm, leaving a hot red welt
on his left buttock. With tears running down his cheeks, Tyson reached back and
spread his ass again. The lieutenant pulled his police baton from his belt, and
lubed it generously with vaseline. He ordered the guard to hold the young buck
in place. In an instant, Tyson was feeling a searing pain shoot through his
body as the office shoved the baton a good 6 inches into his virgin ass. Tyson
screamed and struggled like a wild cat. His handsome face cringed and a string
of curses escaped his mouth. It took both the lieutenant and the guard to hold
him down. But they held him down. And Tyson took the baton up his ass.
Eventually, some of the pain subsided. And Tyson stopped struggling.

"Stand up, cunt."

He stood and faced the lieutenant, with baton sticking out of his ass. "Open
your mouth". Tyson, humiliated and in pain, slowly dropped his jaw as the
lieutenant put his finger deep inside his mouth. Tyson almost choked. He was
semi-delirious.

Tyson lifted his bewildered head and stared at the powerful man towering over
him. The lieutenant had stripped to the waist. His hard hairy body rippling
with muscles. Tyson let his eyes drift downward. The lieutenant was wearing
leather pants and heavy boots. Tyson had never seen such a commanding, fearful
presence.

"Keep your eyes on floor, whore." The lieutenant leered at the boy, obviously
dejected and in a totally depressed state. He thought that the young Tyson was
ready now. Ready for his training. Ready for his punishment. Ready for torture
and rape.

"Follow me, asshole."

Tyson's whole body ached from his ordeal. Little did he know it was just
beginning... The police baton still protruding from his gorgeous ass, he
followed the lieutenant down the long dimly lit corridor. They arrived at the
shower room. The lieutenant turned on one of the long line of shower faucets.

"Only the hottest water for you cunt." The steam rose and the lieutenant shoved
Tyson underneath the shower head. Although the water was very hot, Tyson felt
that he could handle it.

"Clean up that fucking body, cunt. " The lieutenant watched carefully as the
teen soaped up his long lean body. Tyson soaped up his penis, carefully pulling
back the foreskin. He was feeling so much better now, so much cleaner, despite
the baton lodged inside him. "Come here, my little pussy," said the lieutenant.
Tyson waddled over, with the baton still up his ass. The lieutenant grabbed the
handle of the baton, and yanked it from the youth in one swift yank. "AAhh"
cried Tyson, his handsome face once again cringing in pain. The lieutenant
turned Tyson around to face him. He grabbed Tyson's head, tilting it back, and
forcing his mouth open. He shoved his tongue down Tyson's throat, then threw
him back to the shower.

"Now spread that ass and get it under the water. Stick your finger in it and
give it a good cleaning." He did as he was told, relieved at the opportunity to
clean and massage his punished asshole.

"Don't get too happy in that shower, asshole. I'm just having you clean up
before I punish you." The fleeting feeling of comfort swiftly left Tyson's
thoughts.

"What have I done to deserve punishment, Sir?"

"WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK!" shrieked the lieutenant, quite like a madman. Tyson's
heart rate increased. His balls pulled up towards his body and tightened. "Now
dry off with this towel. Fast, FASTER. Follow me." He led Tyson, down the
corridor to the room in which he had originally been interrogated. The sight of
the long steel table and cabinet with the whips and chains freshly reminded him
of the danger he was in.

"Get up on that table. In a doggy position. Open that asshole wide. .I'm going
to give your insides a little cleaning as well." Although it was nearly
impossible to follow the movements of the lieutenant with himself in this
position, Tyson was able to see the lieutenant reaching for some implements,
one of which was a large rubber bag connected to a hose. The lieutenant placed
the hose against his exposed asshole, and began to shove it deeply inside him.

"Don't say a word fucker. Don't squirm or move. Take it like a man." A stream
of water began to fill his guts. His stomach expanded. The pressure was killing
him.

"Oh, God, I'm going to explode," he cried out. The lieutenant increased the
flow, causing the young soldier to writhe and scream. He screamed and screamed.
There's no way to endure this pain, and yet there was Tyson, screaming, taking
the pain. The lieutenant grinned.

"OK... get up fucker." Tyson raced for the toilet and emptied his belly,
feeling an enormous sense of relief immediately. He puked and pissed. And the
water poured out of his ass. The lieutenant, feeling generous, gave him a good
20 minutes to sit on the toilet. "Time for more... asshole... get back here."
He returned to the table where the same process was repeated. This time, the
lieutenant tied him down, spread eagle, and facing down. Poor Tyson screamed,
fucking begged for mercy, but got none. After emptying for the second time he
was told to stand at attention with his eyes fixed to the floor. What seemed
like five or ten minutes went by.

"Tyson," the lieutenant said. "You should be very, very afraid."

A cold sweat broke out on the boy's chest. The lieutenant punched Tyson in the
stomach, punishing his rippled abs. He punched him again, then flung the lad
onto the steel table. The lieutenant went over to the cabinet and removed a set
of clamps. He clamped the teen-soldier's ankles to the examination table. Then
he attached leather bands on his wrists, tightening them painfully and attached
ropes to the far end of the table. Tyson could not move. His arms were killing
him and his legs were firmly attached to the table. His ass was spread wide.
And his virgin hole was quivering in his panic. He whimpered in fear. "Stop
whimpering cunt. This is just going to be a little taste of what happens around
here when people don't cooperate." He walked to the cabinet and took out a long
whip, flicking it in the air with a loud snap.

"Ten lashes for you, my American captive. Ten lashes as hard as I can give them
to you. And soldier boy, I want you to scream."

The lieutenant reached back and laid a hot slash across both of Tyson's exposed
buttocks. An immediate red welt rose, as the young man stifled his scream.
"Excellent. Hold it in, if you can. I like breaking a resisting spirit." Tyson
bit on his tongue and tried to clench his lips as tightly as possible. "You
didn't say 'thank you' asshole. That will cost you one more." He slashed the
boy's hard butt again and this time, Tyson screamed. Tyson's skin ripped open.
Blood and welts marked the point of contact. A whimpered "Thank-you, Sir"
brought the third slash crashing across his shoulders.

Tyson fought back his scream, but to no avail. SMACK "AHHH" SMACK "AHHH PLEASE
STOP" SMACK "NO OH GOD STOP IT PLEASE" SMACK His back, shoulders, and ass
became purple and bloody with welts as the ninth and tenth blow was dealt.
Tyson said his last "Thank-you" and hoped feverishly that this was the end of
his ordeal. After admiring Tyson's young and bleeding body, laboring with each
breath, he placed himself where Tyson could get a good look at the lower half
of his body. He peeled off his tight leather pants, revealing an enormous dick,
rock hard, which looked to be at least 9 inches. "See that dick, soldier-boy?"
He put the monstrous appendage closer to the Tyson's face. He slapped the face
with his dick. "This dick is going right up your hot hole, cunt."

The lieutenant moved to the other end of the table. He stared at the purple,
bleeding ass in front of him. He roughly parted it, causing Tyson to scream as
he rammed his unlubricated penis all the way up the boy's rectum in one brutal
stroke. Tyson writhed in pain. He could not move his bound arms or legs. He
felt as if a hot stake had been shoved deep into his guts.

The lieutenant began to move his dick in and out of the hole, first slowly, and
then at a much faster pace. He pushed deep inside the boy's bowels, grunting
with exertion and pleasure. As hard as Tyson tried, he could not shake the
enormous pain each time the lieutenant thrust it deeper within him. And then it
was over. A hot wet stream of cum shot deep into his ass. And then another. The
hot cream was almost soothing in that it provided a bit of lubrication. The
lieutenant pulled out of his ass almost as roughly as he had entered it.

Coming round to the other end of the table he shoved his dick at the young
soldier's handsome mouth and ordered him to clean it off with his tongue.
Although repulsed, Tyson managed to do as ordered. Fear is a powerful
motivator.

Tyson passed out when a guard opened the door and flung what appeared to be
another American soldier onto the floor. He too was naked, his cock and balls
tied off, and a gag around his mouth. He had a gorgeous, smooth, olive toned
complexion, with the hardness of military training straining against the bonds
that held him in place. His name was Private Christopher Simms.

He was 18, black-haired, smooth and as beautiful as any young man the
lieutenant had ever seen. His face was almost too pretty. It was impossible to
take ones eyes off him. The lieutenant nearly drooled at the thoughts
meandering through his mind.

Private Simms was going to be broken down and treated like a whore.

The lieutenant reached picked up a phone, and made a call. In another five
minutes six more guards arrived, each escorting a prisoner. These men were not
like the young American soldiers who had been arrested at the demonstration.
They were prisoners with long terms, who had been toughened by years of time
spent behind bars. They were the leaders of the prisoners, who at times had
worked closely with the lieutenant during times of tension. The lieutenant felt
that they deserved a special reward. Private Simms was the lieutenant's gift to
them: young, totally innocent Private Simms. The lieutenant couldn't wait to
watch the action.

"The pretty one is yours," he commanded. The three prisoners glared at the boy.
One, the largest of the three, lunged toward him and began to manhandle the boy
roughly. Private Simms shrieked, trying in vain to avoid the rough man's grip.
The second and third prisoner grabbed the boy as well. Private Simms, squirming
and crying out, was terrified. While Private Simms was being pinned on his
back, two prisoners split his legs open. The largest of them, the obvious
leader, shoved his heavy boot into young Christopher's groin. Private Simms
screamed out in pain.

"WAIT" the lieutenant yelled. "This one too" he grabbed Tyson by the head, and
threw him onto the floor, hard. The lieutenant was one to enjoy a show. The
leader ordered him to get on his knees and lick Private Simms's ass.

"Get that hole lubricated boy. Stick that tongue deep inside. Leave lots of
spit in there." Tyson, hoping that he would not be raped as well obeyed
instantly, sticking his tongue deep inside the bowels of the boy. He could
taste the rectum. Trying to avoid gagging, he continued lubricating the virgin
hole. "OK, stop asshole. Get up and go wait in the corner." Tyson quickly
rushed over to the corner. The leader moved closer to Private Simms. "Spread
his legs wide and lift him up." The two prisoners lifted Private Simms and
positioned his virgin hole about and inch above the leaders huge dick.

"Now, slam him down on me!"

The leader grunted as the boy was slammed down on his hot dick. Private Simms,
split wide open, screamed and writhed in pain. It was a fucking beautiful
sight. The two prisoners began to lift him up and push him down. The leader was
steeped in pleasure as the hot boy's tight ass slid up and down his rod. He
felt a large load beginning to swell in his balls. With a loud cry of pleasure
his jism exploded into the boy's tight asshole. After a few moments had passed,
the prisoners dropped Private Simms to the floor. Private Simms, whimpering
softly, squirmed on the floor in pain. Tyson watched in horror as the scene
unfolded before him.

"Get over here, blonde bitch!" growled the leader. Tyson slowly walked closer
to the three men. "Get up, fuckface!" shouted the leader to Private Simms. He
slowly climbed to his feet. "Both of you... get over there and bend over." The
leader was pointing to the bed. The soldiers slowly obeyed the command, and
bent over the bed.

"Now its your turn, my friends," said the leader to the prisoner. "Fuck those
boys." The prisoners placed themselves behind the spread asses of the two
teens. They aimed their hard dicks at the assholes staring at them. At the same
moment they both plunged their dicks into the holes. The lieutenant leered at
the scene before him. He thought about other plans for the two teens being
raped. He smiled with deep satisfaction. There are benefits of war. And
captives are among the best.

After the brutal fucking by the two prisoners, both Tyson and Private Simms lay
helpless on the cement floor, with their assholes raw and their bowels filled
with several large loads of cum. The prisoners had raped them both time and
time again. The lieutenant took control of the situation yet again. "Ok,
soldiers, I have an announcement to make: It's torture time! Hope you cunts are
ready for the fun!" The boys locked eyes on each other with horrified
expressions. "Keep those pretty faces down... and don't look at each other.
Eyes on the floor." The dejected soldiers obeyed. The guards led the satisfied
prisoner leaders away.

"You, cunt. Get on that examination table. Lay on your back."

Private Simms, his eyes rising just a bit, realized that the lieutenant was
directing his orders to him. He moved toward the table, and lay down on it. It
was long, and made of steel. It felt uncomfortably cold, even more so, because
his lithe body was sweating in fear.

"Scared, shithead? Good - you should be."

Tyson raised his eyes trembling slightly at the thought that he too, would soon
be involved in the horrible scene. The lieutenant bound Private Simms's feet to
the stirrups at the end of the table. He then bound each arm to the posts at
the other end of the table. The young man lay, with his legs wide open and his
arms spread-eagled above him. Private Simms tried to control himself. He
breathed deeply and hoped beyond hope that the pain that he knew he was about
to experience would not be too great for him to bear. "You, cunt, go over to
that cabinet and bring me the cock and ball harness. The medium sized one. This
other cunt over here doesn't have that big a dick."

"Please..." Private Simms said.

"Shut up, cunt... shut your fucking faggot mouth."

Private Simms controlled himself. The lieutenant grabbed his youthful dick, and
roughly placed it in the leather harness, snapping the leather tightly around
his balls as well...which both separated them and constricted them at the same
time. Private Simms could feel his cock and balls turning red.

"You... cunt... get over here and suck on that boys dick." Tyson hesitantly
obeyed. He placed his mouth above Private Simms's constricted dick, but
couldn't bring himself quite yet to put it inside his salivating mouth. "Suck
on that dick, asshole... NOW!" Private Simms writhed in both pain and pleasure
as Tyson put his lips on the tip of his circumcised cock. As Tyson took more of
it deeply inside his throat, Private Simms experienced a strong rush of
pleasure racing up his body.

"Slowly cunt... if he cums... you'll be punished! Lick his balls too..." Tyson
obeyed. The lieutenant went to the cabinet and returned with a pair of tit
clamps, He applied them to the writhing boy's pecs simultaneously. "Aaaaggggg!"
screamed the boy. His dick lurched deeply into Tyson's throat. His balls
pulsed...and he felt his hot cream about to explode out of his constricted
dick. The lieutenant, watching the action closely, knew that the boy was about
to cum. "I said, 'Don't let him cum', cunt!"

Tyson quickly took his hot mouth off the boy's pulsating cock. Private Simms,
gasping, tried desperately to avoid further troubles for Tyson. Only a drop of
semen slid from his hot piss hole. Tyson quickly licked it off, and the
lieutenant, somehow, did not seem to notice. "Get up, cunt." Tyson stood, his
mouth dripping with hot saliva, his body glistening with his sweat. He could
still taste the droplet of cum that he had licked from Private Simms's cock.
The lieutenant untied Private Simms's feet from the stirrups and placed them in
clamps attached to chains suspended from the ceiling. He walked to the wall and
pulled on the chains. Private Simms's feet rose into the air, exposing his
formerly virgin asshole.

"Now get over there... and fuck him!" Tyson could barely believe his ears. His
dick uncontrollably hardened as he walked toward his comrade's wide-open hole.

"Just shove it in... NOW!" Tyson aimed, put the tip of his uncircumcised cock
against the youthful anus, and entered.

"I said SHOVE IT!"

Tyson obeyed, and quickly shoved his pole deep inside the boy's innards.
Private Simms shouted out in pain. "Now move it! In and out! Faster... Deeper."
Tyson moved his body faster... faster... faster. His dick slid deep into the
hot hole.

"Don't you dare cum, cunt... Don't slow down cunt... move that dick... move
it... But don't you dare cum!!" Tyson could not resist. He felt a deep surge of
cream welling inside his flopping balls.

"AAHHHH AHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" Torrents of hot boy load poured into Private Simms's
ass. Private Simms could not contain himself either. At the same moment he felt
the hot cream pour into him, he also exploded -- sending spurts of cream so
strong that some splattered on the wall The lieutenant leered at the boys. "You
have disobeyed me. Now you will PAY." The lieutenant leered at the two teens.
Private Simms, lying on his back, with his legs clamped and spread high in the
air, was moaning, still bound on the table, with the cock and ball harness
chafing his erect dick. A huge load of his own boy-cum was slowly dripping down
his sweaty chest. Tyson's hot cream filled his ass, and milky white drops slid
out of his lubricated hole, wetting his ass cheeks.

Tyson had removed his cock from Private Simms's aching hole just moments ago. A
sense of extreme pleasure flooded through him as he experienced his powerful
orgasm. But that pleasure was now turning once again to fear. The lieutenant
had ordered him not to cum, but he couldn't control the deep feeling in his
balls and had exploded. He had disobeyed and now he "would pay."

"I told you cuntlets NOT to CUM. You stupid fuckers couldn't obey that simple
order," said the lieutenant in a very dark tone of voice. "You... get over
there and clean that cunts chest. It's full of his own fucking cum. Get over
there and lick it off." Tyson walked to the table and began licking Private
Simms's chest. When it was devoid of the milky substance, he stood and waited
for further orders. "Now...clean up his asshole. Put your tongue deep inside
it... and clean it up good." Tyson stared at Private Simms's dripping hot hole.
He placed his face in front of it, and began lapping up his own still hot
cream. Private Simms moaned in pleasure as he felt the slippery tongue deep
inside him. The lieutenant moved toward the teen, his face still buried deep,
and shoved him away. Tyson fell to the floor. The lieutenant lowered the chains
and Private Simms's legs slumped to the table. He then removed the leg and arm
clamps and grabbed the teen's bondaged dick, pulling him off the table onto the
floor.

Both boys now lay in a heap, exhausted.

"Get up, assholes. You... go over to the cabinet and bring me the large sized
cock and ball harness. It's time for your friend here to feel a little pain, as
well." Private Simms complied.

The lieutenant tightly held Tyson's dick and placed it into bondage. Tyson
cried out in pain. His dick began to itch as the constricted feeling
heightened. His balls were pushed wide apart and bound very tightly. "Now,
asshole, bend over the table." Tyson, his dick and balls aching, bent over the
table, with his heaving chest pressing against the icy cold steel. The
lieutenant went to the cabinet and brought some clamps and a steel pipe. He
separated Tyson's legs and applied the clamps. He then tied Tyson's arms to the
other end of the table. The boy was now completely bound. With legs spread-
eagled and arms tightly tied his quivering asshole was wide open and exposed.
"Bring me that small whip from the cabinet." Private Simms obeyed. "Now... whip
your friend... all over his smooth back... and his ass and legs. I don't want
to see a mark on him...asshole. Just red. I want to see red. All over." Private
Simms raised the whip and lightly snapped it on Tyson's back. "Harder than
that...fool." He obeyed, and began to apply lashes to Tyson's sweaty body.

"Faster!"

Flicking the whip in a way as to not hurt his friend too badly, Private Simms
noticed that the desired red color was beginning to appear. "Keep going...
asshole" After a while Tyson's back and ass were bright red. But he had obeyed
the lieutenant, there were no welts. Tyson writhed in a mix of pain and extreme
pleasure. His chafed dick was pushing against the table. His back, from his
neck to his ankles, was tingling with heat. "Get over here asshole... and strip
me." Private Simms, his head bowed, began to remove the lieutenants clothes.
First his shirt and undershirt, exposing the lieutenants powerful chest. Then
his boots and his socks. "Suck my toes, cunt." Private Simms obeyed, placing a
pair of the lieutenant's toes into his mouth. "Now, pull down my shorts with
your teeth." Using his mouth, Private Simms lowered the shorts. The
lieutenant's enormous dick slammed into his face. "Suck on that big dick, cunt.
Take it... take it all!"

Private Simms choked as the over-sized appendage slammed down his throat. He
gasped for air. "Yeah, get it hot. Nice and hot." The lieutenant pulled his
dick out of the boy's mouth and shoved him onto the floor. "Now watch what a
man does with a big dick like this..." The lieutenant moved toward Tyson and
stared at the boys red back, red buns, and exposed hole. With a quick thrust he
entered and pushed his way deep inside.

Tyson let out a loud cry.

Private Simms quietly lay, not able to avoid watching the tawdry scene. He
wondered when all of this would come to an end. When would he be set free? When
would he be able to rejoin his family? His Unit? When... When... When...?

***

As Tyson and Private Simms were being led roughly back to their cells, eight
other boys who had been arrested during the demonstration were sleeping
fitfully in their own quarters. During the afternoon of the following day, the
eight guys in their teens and early twenties, along with Tyson and Private
Simms were led one by one to a large dark room deep in the bowels of the
prison. As each one was thrown into the chamber, they were ordered to stand at
attention and not communicate. Despite the fact that the guys had different
backgrounds--some were soldiers, others students, some dark complexioned,
others light-- all had one thing in common. They were slim and had athletic
looking bodies. Each had suffered through his own torturous few weeks with the
lieutenant and his guards. The dark circles around their eyes seemed further
evidence of the ordeals that they had experienced.

The lieutenant entered the room, dressed in an all black uniform. Along with
him, came a dozen or so guards. All but the lieutenant seemed intoxicated.

"Look at me, straight in the eye," commanded the lieutenant to the frightened
group in front of him. "Tonight, I offer you freedom... freedom from the
torture... freedom from this place. Yes, that's right, freedom to return to
your miserable lives. But...there is one small price to pay."

The eyes of each of the boys widened as images of "the price," raced through
their minds.

"Bow your heads... if you agree to pay the price," sneered the lieutenant.

One by one, the captives bowed their heads in agreement. No price was too high
if it meant that they could leave this dreaded place. The lieutenant eyed the
boys, so perfect, all of them. Blondes, dark haired lads, even one redheaded
boy. The guards seemed to drool at the thought of seeing more. They would have
to wait no longer.

"Time to pay, boys. Now, here are your instructions... You are to strip each
other naked! And you are to resist being stripped. That's right! Strip while
trying not to get stripped!" The captives hesitated, looking at each other. The
lieutenant was brilliant, actually. Torture and imprisonment had formed a
common bond among the prisoners. Now their freedom depended upon them turning
upon each other. The lieutenant was determined to rob them of every shred of
humanity.

"NOW" screamed the lieutenant. The guys began wrestling one another, tearing at
each other's clothes. Their faces grew red as they worked up a sweat. Tyson,
Private Simms, and the other soldiers quickly dominated the fray, stripping the
high school and college guys of their clothes. The frustrated youths, of
course, were further mortified by this indignation. The lieutenant ordered them
not to give up, to continue stripping the others. Soon two of the soldiers
teamed up on Tyson, wrestling him to the floor. Tyson struggled madly as on of
the naked students ripped his shirt from him, then his pants, boots, underwear.
Naked, Tyson leapt onto one of the soldiers holding him down, and yet another
male was stripped of his clothes. Finally, Private Simms was the last one
clothed. When all the guys turned their attention to him, it only took a few
seconds to strip him, too. The lieutenant appreciated them. He knew them one on
one. Even in pairs or threes. And he knew their asses, their mouths, their
cocks--which ran the range of 6 inches to just over 9. Black pubic bushes,
blond bushes, and that delectable red bush. Twenty hefty boy balls. Twenty firm
round ass cheeks.

"Now get in a line. A STRAIGHT LINE ASSHOLES! Turn around and let us enjoy the
view of your pitiful asses," he said snidely. The boys rotated, as told. The
guards could barely contain themselves as the sight of ten beautiful boy butts
filled their eyes.

"Do it now, Sergeant," the lieutenant ordered gesturing at one of the guards.
"Yes Sir!" snapped the Sergeant, in turn instructing two of his men to enact
some previously ordered plan. The guards swung the door open, and rolled in a
fire hose. With the Sergeant aiming the hose the two guards helping him
stabilize it, they turned it on full, dowsing the captives with a powerful,
painful, brutal beam of water. The sadistic Sergeant aimed at exposed balls, at
faces, at asses. The young men screamed, trying to hide behind each other, but
it didn't work. The Sergeant and guards would angle here and there, and no one
was safe. The lieutenant loved this kind of torture. And captives screamed,
turning one against the other, fighting, kicking, pulling, pushing, at each
other. Anything to avoid the searing pain of the beam of water. 15 minutes
later (what seemed like an eternity to the captives) the water was turned off.
The screaming died down, and the captives fell limp into a pile on the floor,
moaning and weak.

"Line up" the lieutenant ordered. Clumsy and disoriented, they did as they were
told. "Now... bend over deep... and spread 'em," commanded the lieutenant. In
unison, the boys bent over and exposed their overly used orifices. The guards
felt their erections rising. The lieutenant felt his cock stirring as well.

The boys stayed, with their assholes open wide, for what seemed an eternity.
The leering guards approached the line of butts. The lieutenant handed each
guard a steel butt plug shaped like a penis. At his order the butt plugs were
plunged into each of the ten rosy buds.

Attached to each plug was a wire, a wire that would deliver small currents of
electricity to the boys' hot anuses. The lieutenant placed his hand on the
generator, and delivered a small steady stream of current. The boys all jumped
as the electricity entered their steaming holes. They tried to stifle their
screams, knowing that it would only bring more pain... if they displeased the
lieutenant.

After several minutes of turning the current on an off, and laughing at the
boys doing their slow hops, the guards pulled the butt plugs. The plugs were
then shoved into the guys's mouths, giving them the taste of their own hot
holes.

"Now that your assholes are all hot and ready. Get back in line... RIGHT FACE!"
The boys complied. "Now... get real close together...no space in between you at
all..."The boys huddled, each now feeling the smooth skin of the boy in front
of him. "Feel each other's cocks until you are hard." They did as they were
told.

"NOW... put your dicks inside the ass in front of you"

Each boy placed his hard cock into the asshole of the boy in front of him. A
chain of teens, all but the boys at each end, was now both fucking and being
fucked at the same time.

"No Cumming... Don't you dare cum."

The sweaty bodies of the boys gyrated as dicks were plunged into their rectums.
With each plunge, they jutted forward, planting their own dicks deep inside the
boy in front of them. They were having a hard time controlling themselves.

They could not obey the lieutenant's orders. They felt the cream rising. Rising
out of their torrid balls... up their shafts... and spurting out their piss
splits deep inside the innards of the young man in front of them.

Tyson, who was fucking Private Simms, and being fucked by a college student,
spurted long streams of hut cum into Private Simms's asshole. At exactly the
same moment, he could feel hot jets of jism spurting up his own. Within a
thirty-second period, nine of the boys cried out as they reached their orgasms.

Only the boy at the end of the line -- who was being fucked, but had no one to
fuck --didn't spill his cream.

"I told you not to cum. you fucking cunts! Take your fucking dicks out of those
holes." The lieutenant looked at the boys dripping dicks. They had disobeyed
him. They would pay.

"Now, face me and stand at attention!" shouted the lieutenant in the nastiest
of tones. The boys, their asses dripping with cum, and their dicks slippery,
did as ordered. All were breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

The ten guards stared at the boys, their mouths watering at the thought of
taking serious advantage of them. Of punishing them. Even destroying them.

"Guards...these cunts need to be punished. Go to the cabinet, and empty it."
The guards began distributing amongst themselves, tit clamps, cock and ball
harnesses, and whips. They moved menacingly toward their captives.

"You," said the lieutenant, pointing to the red headed boy. "You were the only
one who didn't disobey me." The red headed boy had been at the end of the line,
and had been fucked deeply, but had not cum.

"Get out of line, cunt!" The red headed boy, with his 9-inch dick, semi-hard,
and his long smooth chest glistening, stepped out of line.

"Get over here, cunt!" snarled the lieutenant. The lieutenant opened his zipper
and pulled out his rock hard dick. "Take that dick deep down your hot little
throat, cunt!"

The red headed boy opened his beautifully shaped lips and slid the tool down
his throat.

"Now, don't even think about taking that hot mouth of yours off my dick. I
don't care if you suffocate... you keep that dick down your throat." The red
headed boy panicked at the thought, but somehow managed to keep the lieutenants
hot dick deep inside him without gagging.

"Guards... the boys are yours. Let's have a little fun."

"You cunts, don't you dare move."

The guards, hands filled with various torture instruments, began to slowly
apply them to the boys. Each was fitted with a painful cock and ball harness.
The tit clamps were applied. Steel pipes were used to separate their legs.
Steel pipes were also applied to their arms. Chains were lowered, and then
raised so that their arms were stretched high above them.

At the lieutenant's command, the chains were pulled a little tighter, and each
of the captives were suspended six inches off the floor, putting tremendous
pressure on their shoulder joints.

The boys moaned in pain.

Private Simms and Tyson, still next to each other, but now suspended in the air
couldn't make eye contact. Their solidarity completely cut off. The boys moaned
as they hung endlessly, twirling slowly.

The guards now began to whip the boys. "Not too hard... Not too hard...
Permanent whip marks on their torsos only. You understand?"

The guards were careful not to disobey the lieutenant, who was standing and
watching the action, while his dick was deep down the throat of the red haired
boy. One by one, the bodies of the boys began to turn red, some with cuts and
gashes oozing blood. With each whip, the captives grunted, some screamed. All
were terrified.

"Boys, now is the time to 'pay the price!' "

The guards stopped their lashings, and held the captives, suspended, facing the
lieutenant.

The door to the room creaked open, and a large cauldron was rolled in. Inside
the cauldron, a fire with ten branding irons, heating. Ten red hot branding
irons.

"You will each now feel the pain."

Each of the ten guards placed one of the irons in his hand. The young men
stared at the steam rising from the red tips of the irons. Several of them
began to piss involuntarily. It was fucking beautiful.

"You will brand each boy on the left buttock. You will place the hot iron on
their butt for no longer than two seconds," said the lieutenant.

"Ready."

The guards moved the irons within inches of the boys sweaty asses.

"NOW!"

They placed the pokers on the left buttock of each boy simultaneously. The
sound of screams filled the room. Steam rose from the singed flesh of each
young buck. A small brand, about the size of a quarter was seared into their
buns. It said "11/16".

The guards now poured water and applied painful disinfectant to the newly
branded asses. The chains were lowered, and the boys crashed to the floor.
Still in tit clamps, and with cocks and balls bound, the guards' orgy now began
in earnest.

Each boy, was fucked, and fucked again... until all of the guards had had a
sample of each and every one of them. Orgasm after orgasm filled the boys holes
with the guards' hot cream.

The lieutenant emptied three huge loads into the mouth of the red head during
the action. He still had a reservoir of cream left in his hot and heavy balls.

"My, it certainly is fun to run a prison", thought he.

For a moment, he remembered his promise to let the boys go after their ordeal.
"No problem," he thought, "there are lots more where they came from." The boys,
their branded asses still searing, were allowed to leave the next day. They
were told that each year on November 16th, the anniversary of their freedom,
they remember their lieutenant... This was his final order. Never forget. And
he knew they would obey. How could they not?

As Private Simms and Tyson walked through the prison gate, into the sunlight
for the first time in weeks, they slowly began to cry with relief. They gave
each other a deep hug and walked away from the dark shadows. Shamed and broken,
used, and tortured, they stumbled about, trying to find their units.

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