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Marine Prisoner - 2
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Jordan Peters torture continues at the hands of his
captors. (MM, nc, rp, v, bd, tor)
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Jordan Peters wasn't touched any more that day. Yusef
was called away on a mission of some sort. Jordan lay
naked in the filthy basement like room, shackled to the
wall. He thought about his new bride in America; he
thought about his family; his country; his life, and he
sobbed. The pain in his body was great, but the sorrow
in his heart was greater. He sank into a restless
sleep, on the hard floor, his naked muscular body
covered in dried sweat and dirt.
He awoke some hours later when the door opened and a
boy of about fifteen entered with a bowl of some kind
of porridge. Jordan hadn't realized how famished he
was. He had not eaten for at least thirty hours. The
boy set the bowl on the floor just outside Jordan's
reach.
"You hungry?" The boy asked. He was a very cute kid
with curly black hair and bright eyes. His young body
was thin, but strong. He wore a torn shirt that showed
his right nipple when he moved. The boy smiled a big
smile.
"Thank you," Jordan rasped, his voice hoarse from
screaming during his interrogation.
"You Welcome," The boy said in English. The cute kid
pulled the rope at his waist and his baggy torn
trousers dropped to the dirt revealing his teenage dick
and balls. The cock had thick foreskin covering a rosy
red dickhead. It was half erect, but the foreskin had
not yet pulled back.
The kid had a nice back of teenage nuts with black hair
sprouting out.
"You want some food? You suck my dick first!" He still
smiled as he fingered his teen prick, pushing the thick
foreskin back so more of the red round cockhead showed.
Jordan shook his head no.
"Never mind. When you get hungry, you will suck." The
boy pulled up his pants and left, the bowl resting
outside of Jordan's reach.
Five hours later the ritual was repeated, and still
Jordan refused, although the pain in his gut was
agonizing. Twice more the boy came in, all smiles and
hard-dicked, and twice more Jordan refused. Then he
could stand it no more. He agreed to suck cock.
The boy said very seriously while fisting his leaking
teen prick. "You bite me, you not do a good job, you
not suck real good, you get no food for maybe three
days.
Jordan's wrists were tied behind his back so he could
do nothing to threaten the boy. The kid stepped in
closer, his dick bouncing and dripping. Jordan looked
up at him. The boy had no intention of helping the
American soldier crawl up to his cock. Jordan dragged
himself to his knees.
He was now facing the teen prick head on. It was gross.
He was a straight all American boy. A good Midwestern
Christian. Why must he be put through this agony, he
asked God.
The boy lifted his filthy shirt and rubbed his belly
with one hand and his tits with the other.
"You lick my balls and cock before you start."
Jordan Peters, the perfect ideal of a handsome young
Marine, stuck out his dry tongue and began to lick the
balls of a fifteen year old Iraqi. They were salty and
tasted of piss and sweat. He lifted each nut with his
tongue and licked beneath. Several times he gagged.
When he did, the boy kicked Jordan's own naked swinging
scrotum with his bare foot.
Then the boy stepped back and turned around. "Now you
lick my ass."
"No! Jordan yelled in a voice he no longer recognized."
That was not part of the deal."
"You lick my ass, or you get no food!" The boy began to
hobble toward the door, his trousers still down around
his ankles.
Jordan couldn't stand the pain in his gut. "No wait,
please, okay, okay, I'll do it."
The boy smiled triumphantly and stepped out of his
ragged trousers. Naked from the waist down, the slender
kid walked back to Jordan with his dick so hard it
slapped his brown belly. He turned and presented a
small smooth round young ass to Jordan. The crack was
deep, the ass globes muscular with dimples.
"Lick up and down the crack." The boy admonished.
Jordan leaned in, overcome by the smell of sweaty boy
ass. He stuck out his tongue, gagged and backed off.
Could he do this? He had to have food to keep up his
strength. It was his only hope of salvation. He must
stay strong. He leaned in his handsome head and touched
his tongue to the crack of the kid's ass.
"Lick in the crack deep, up and down." the boy said,
fisting his teenage fuckmeat.
Jordan pushed his tongue into the boy's ass crack and
licked up and down. He conquered his impulse to puke,
besides he had nothing left to puke up. He needed food.
He licked the boy's ass crack.
"Deeper. Lick deeper, American scum." Jordan Peters,
twenty year old Marine was licking the ass of a fifteen
year old Iraq boy. It was unbelievable, but true.
Jordan knew at that moment that no matter what the
outcome of his imprisonment, he would never be the same
again. Life could never be the same again. He would
always in his own mind at least, be an ass licker. An
ass-licker who gave in to the demands of a kid for a
bowl of meal!
The cute boy moaned and now reached back and spread his
ass cheeks with his hands.
"Now stick your tongue up inside my asshole."
"Please, please don' t make me do this," Jordan
begged the teenage boy.
"Tongue in my asshole now, or no food!"
Jordan made his tongue pointy and prodded at the
puckered rosebud asshole of the boy. He felt the hole
open. He felt the moistness inside. He pushed his
tongue up inside the asshole of the enemy teenage boy.
"American Marines, so brave." The boy laughed, pushing
more ass into the soldier's face.
Jordan groaned and fucked his tongue into the asshole.
It tasted bitter an dirty and dark and awful. His nose
was pressed into the ass crack just above the hole and
his tongue was imbedded in the rectum.
"Wiggle your tongue and suck!" Jordan obeyed. He
licked, sucked, slurped, teenage boy asshole. Finally
the boy was ready to shoot a load of teen fuck-scum. He
turned around and presented his dick to Jordan's mouth.
Jordan took the teen prick in his mouth. It didn't last
long, thank God. The kid was ready to blast almost at
once. He fucked the soldier's handsome face a few
times, and then, rising up on his toes and arching
forward, he sprayed his load of teen fuck scum down
Jordan's throat.
Jordan prayed to God for it to be over. Finally the boy
pulled out and wiped his slime covered prick on
Jordan's face. He stepped back.
"You see American? You obey, and everything okay. Until
Yusef get back. Then he torture you to death. But very
slow horrible death. Now you eat so you're strong."
The boy stood over the bowl of soggy lumpy meal. He
fingered his dick, and then a hard, strong spray of
yellow piss shot out of the teenage cock slit and
splashed into the bowl of food.
Jordan held his breath for a moment in shock. Then he
let out a wail of grief and fell back onto the dirty
floor.
"It's okay, you can still eat it. It's better this way.
We mix it with milk or water for our meals, but it is
better with my piss for you, I think. You will eat it
when you are hungry enough."
He shook off the last drops of pee, put on his trousers
and left.
Four hours later, Jordan crawled over to the bowl of
piss oatmeal and sticking his face into the slop, began
to slurp it up.
To be continued?
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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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