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In and Behind the Front Lines
by Steve in Hotlanta-1994 (address withheld)
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A story about military interrogation, centering on
testicular torture. (MM, v, military, cast)
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Lt. Mike was the top dog Marine in charge of G2,
counter intelligence. His job was to extract
information from the enemy prisoners. His methods were
slightly unorthodox, but they did work.
There was much activity at the front that night and 3
soldiers were captured. After they had been man handled
and dragged to the stockade, Lt Mike prepared his
private interrogation room. A small room with double
walls, to muffle the sounds that would otherwise issue
from within.
The prisoners were lined up in the duty room, and
stripped naked by two big tough sergeants. They
literally ripped the clothes off of their backs,
shredding the fabric into a million bits of cloth. The
prisoners were led into the room, one by one, and
secured to the walls with heavy leather restraints,
arms and legs spread wide. After the three were bound,
Mike slowly swaggered into the room and shut the inner
door, the two sergeants, shut the outer one.
"Alright, you scum bags! Who wants to save us all a
little time and answer my questions?" Mike ordered. The
three prisoners remained silent. Mike loosened his
shirt and slowly removed it exposing a massive chest
and broad shoulders. He rubbed his right hand over his
mountainous left pec and firmly squeezed his hard
nipple and kneaded his pecs.
"OK. If that's the way you want it, then that's the way
you'll get it!" He moved to his left and swung his ham
sized right fist in a wide arc and drove is bare
knuckles deep into the first prisoner's untensed belly.
His fist nearly drove through the man's gut, and his
knuckles almost hit his backbone. The prisoner retched
and slumped in his restraints, the wind driven from his
lungs.
Mike moved to the next man, a bigger man than the
first, with a large pair of low hanging nuts, kind of
like a small bull. Mike cupped his hand and brought it
up hard underneath the man's swinging sac. His finger
tips penetrated deep into the man's balls, before Mike
clamped his hand shut and split his sac with his thumb.
When he had the balls locked securely in his fist, he
began to squeeze and twist the man's jewels, slowly
grinding and grating his rocks against each other and
against his thumb. The man cried out in agony as Mike
crushed his balls with his bare fist. Then Mike shoved
a used jock strap into the man's gaping mouth, shutting
off the offending noise. With one vicious yank Mike
released his grip and moved to the third man.
He had been in the unique position of watching what had
happened so far to his two friends. Mike brought his
hand up between the man's legs and started to slap his
loose hanging balls, then he reached down and picked up
a ball press from his bag of goodies.
Carefully he fitted the heavy chrome plated steel clamp
around the man's balls. When he had them in position,
he tightened the clamp and started to put the screws to
his victim's nuts, he tightened the press until his man
was sweating profusely, then he tightened it one-half
more twist. Mike had already gagged number three so
that he couldn't scream out.
Mike returned to number one. He slapped his face hard
several times to arouse him. The man looked Mike square
in the eyes and then spit in his face. Mike jerked his
knee up hard and nailed the prisoner's nuts, dead
center.
The prisoner's scream was cut short as Mike drove his
open hand into his throat and cut off the agonized
scream. Mike had powerful legs and often used them to
great advantage during hand to hand combat. He liked to
kick his victim between the legs and use the toe or
heel of his boots to crush and pulverize his sex life.
Again Mike lifted his knee between the helpless man's
spread legs and nailed his nuts, four, five, six rapid
fire knee lifts and all bull's eyes, right dead center.
Number 1 couldn't handle the nut busting pain and
passed out again. Mike was going to play rough with him
and work his large balls over a little bit at a time,
slowly destroying him.
Mike liked slow castration scenes where his victim was
made to suffer for protracted periods of time. Number 2
was still breathing heavily from his earlier finger jab
and nut claw as Mike turned to face him again. There
was fear in the man's eyes as Mike's stare penetrated
his brain, fear for his balls.
He knew that Mike wouldn't stop until he had destroyed
all three of them, maybe if he give Mike the
information that he wanted they would be freed? The man
motioned that he was willing to talk. Mike removed the
gag and the man spoke rapidly, spilling his guts about
the plans of his superiors.
Mike reached out and fondled the man's heavy testicles,
then he carefully slipped his garrote around the man's
balls. Mike listened intently and watched every
movement of the man's face an eyes. He wasn't quite
sure that the man was telling the truth, some of the
facts didn't fit together.
When the man had finished, Mike jerked his hands apart
and the thin wire cleanly sliced through the man's sac
and his balls dropped to the floor with a splat. The
prisoner screamed, but only for an instant. Mike drove
a spear hand into his throat and destroyed his larynx.
Number 3 was too horrified to speak when Mike asked him
if the information was correct. Mike grabbed the ball
press and yanked down hard, pulling the man's trapped
balls rapidly towards his ankles. Mike released his
grip and the man's stretched scrotum quickly shrunk,
snapping his balls into his crotch.
Mike bent down and picked up a 5# weight and attached
it to the ball press, now the prisoner's balls were not
only being slowly crushed, but stretched as well. Mike
twisted the screw 1/2 turn and the man's balls were
forced out between the bars of the press. Then he
attached another 5# weight. The man's eyes grew larger
and larger as his balls were being stretched towards
his knees.
Again Mike turned to face number 1. His balls were
starting to turn black and blue from Mike's punishment.
Mike started to jerk his knee again and the prisoner
cringed in anticipation of the impact, but Mike didn't
knee his balls this time.
The man had a look of relief on his face until Mike
brought his hard bare fist up into his sac and ground
his gonads into his groin, twisting and grating his
knuckles.
Mike clamped his hand over the man's mouth and punched
him again, and again, each time a little harder, each
time flattening his balls a little more. Mike stuffed
another used jock into his mouth and turned to face
number 3. When he had his back to number 1, he snapped
the heel of his boot straight up into his tenderized
balls. Number 1 passed out again.
Mike added 15 more pounds to hang between number
three's legs, and again he tighten the screw, forcing
the bars even closer together. Number 3 was in even
greater agony when Mike reached down and slapped his
trapped nuts. Mike flicked his fingers against the
taught flesh and number 3 twisted in absolute agony.
Another 1/2 twist and Mike returned to Number 1.
Mike was beginning to tire and decided to speed things
up. Number 1 was still unconscious as Mike again drove
his open hand into the bruised and battered mass of
flesh between the doomed man's legs. The man awoke very
quickly and Mike wasted no time. He was going to crush
his balls, and castrate number 1 with his bare hands,
and he was strong enough to do it. He seized the sac
with his left fist and forced the twin orbs to the
bottom of the sac.
Then with his right fist pistoning back and forth, he
repeatedly punched and ground his knuckles into the
prisoner's nuts. The knuckles of his right hand crushed
and ground the trapped balls between his fists. Number
1 knew that his time was limited and that his precious
balls were doomed. Without warning Mike stopped
punching the man's bag, and turned to number 3.
Another 15 pounds was attached to the ball press and
the total was 40 pounds, combined with a full turn of
the screw and number also knew that salvation was
hopeless. Mike patted his nuts, and slapped them
between his open palms, batting them back and forth,
while number 3 could only wince in agony. Mike pivoted
and swung a vicious upper cut between number one's
legs, bingo, right on target.
Number one passed out for a third time. But Mike wasn't
going to let him rest or his aching balls recover. Mike
grabbed his hips and jammed his knee between his legs.
Four, five, six powerful knee lifts to the balls,
number 1 was rapidly approaching destruction. Mike
again grabbed his balls with his left fist and began
punching them with his right.
Number one's balls were swelling from all the abuse
that had received so far, and glowing bright red as the
punishment continued unabated. Mike pressed down with
his left fist, drew his right fist back and then sent
it on its way. With one tremendous impact, Mike's two
fists met, and number one's balls were pulverized
beyond repair.
Mike grabbed and groped the pulverized scrotum and felt
the soft mushy remains of the man's once proud balls.
He had totally destroyed number one's manhood and sex
life. He took great delight as he continued to maul and
mangle the man's busted balls.
Number three knew that his demise wasn't far behind as
Mike turned to face him for the last time. Mike lifted
the weights between his legs and then dropped them. The
prisoner's scrotum stretched like a rubber band and
took his trapped nuts with it. Then it tried to spring
back, but the weight was to great and he could feel
them being stretched and crushed.
Mike tightened the screw another turn and the steel
rods dug deeper into the man's balls, it wasn't going
to take to many turns to complete the job. Mike twisted
the screw again. The man's balls were squishing out
from between the rods as they were being crushed. Mike
tightened the screw again, and suddenly it went slack.
The man's left nut had exploded inside his sac. Mike
smiled as he tightened the screw some more and then
felt the right nut as it was crushed.
Mike quickly tightened the screw all the way until the
steel rods were only separated by the remains of the
man's scrotum. Mike pulled out his combat knife, and
with one quick swipe, severed the man's sac. The 40
pounds of weights plus the ball press hit the floor
with a crash.
When the Captain asked what happened to the prisoners
Mike replied, "Sir, they tried to over power me and I
had to defend myself. I successfully over came their
attacks, and they are in the hospital recovering now.
It may be some time before they will be able to talk,
unfortunately."
Mike knew deep inside that they would never talk, he
had seen to that.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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