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Marine Prisoner - 3
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
***
Jordan Peters endures more perverse tests at the hands
of his captives. (MM+, nc, v, tor, huml, bd)
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Jordan Peters freaked out when Yusef walked through the
door. He knew his unspeakable horror was about to
continue. He had spent two days sucking the cock of the
boy bringing the food and eating pissed on rice. He was
weak and disoriented. The young boy had also made him
suck and lick his ass. Jordan felt he would never be a
man again, .such a sad condition for a handsome young
twenty year old marine.
Yusef smiled at the naked muscular American. He
removed his sweat slick shirt and rubbed his hands over
his lean but well structured naked chest. He tugged a
little at each nipple, as if he were getting ready for
some event.
"Hello my friend. I am so sorry I was called away. And
right in the middle of our little game, yes? But I took
care of that matter, and now I am all yours. Up on your
knees, come on now, be a big boy!"
He grabbed the American solder under the armpits and
lifted him to his knees. It was not easy, Jordan in his
weakened condition was like deadweight. Jordan's arms
were still tied behind his back. The circulation was
very bad and the hand were turning blue. The pain was
unspeakable.
Jordan knelt there in the dust, legs slightly apart for
balance, his thick long cock and heavy sack swinging.
His dick was still bruised and sore from the torture it
had received as was his large fuckbag. He hung his
handsome head, breathing heavily, his large well
muscled chest rising and falling with each labored
breath, his tits looking especially big.
"My handsome young American. Not much fight left in
you, huh?"
Yusef reached down and grabbed both Jordan's large
nipples. He tugged and twisted them. The young man
moaned and chewed his lower lip. "I'm afraid unless you
tell us everything we want to know, your discomfort has
to continue."
"You fuckers," Jordan croaked. His voice no longer
sounded like his own. "There's nothing I can tell you,
I...I..." Jordan broke off confused and in pain.
"We asked you how many grains of sand in the desert. If
you answer that correctly, you will be set free." Yusef
grabbed the back of Jordan's head and pushed it into
his crotch. Yusef had a huge thick Arab dick, and it
grew hard immediately in his dirty linen trousers when
he forced the cute face of the young soldier against
it.
Jordan felt the pulsing prick through the material of
the pants. He felt it rubbed all over his face. Then
with one hand Yusef reached down and unzipped his
trousers and hauled out the huge hunk of stinking
fuckmeat. Now he rubbed his cock on the boy's face.
"Do you miss your wife? Do you miss fucking her,
Jordan? Do you miss stuffing her pussy with your big
fat cock?" While he spoke, Yusef rubbed his now leaking
dick all over the young soldier's cute nose and lips.
Jordan wanted to puke. But he knew that would only
bring him more pain and horror, so he swallowed the
vomit that had risen in his throat.
Now Yusef stepped back, his thick brown prick quivering
and bouncing, the pink dickhead poking through the
meaty foreskin.
"Okay, on with today's game." he walked over to a table
in the corner and returned with two handfuls of
something Jordan could not see. He tossed these on the
floor. Thumb tacks, .hundreds of thumbtacks. Then he
returned to the table and came back holding what looked
like fish hooks attached to long strings of heavy
twine. He lifted Jordan's beautiful face so the young
soldier was looking up at the hooks.
"First, we put one of these hooks through each of your
fine big fat titties. Okay?"
Jordan screwed up his cute face and whimpered like a
puppy. "Oh God, no, please, don't do this to me. I
can't take any more."
"Shhhhhhh. Calm down my pretty American. You are a
marine. Of course you can take more. You'd be surprised
what you can take. Look at the pain my little brother
endured at the hands of your countrymen, and he was
only fifteen. I have every confidence in you. Now stick
your chest out like you were about to have a medal
pinned to it. Get those tits out as far as you can."
Jordan almost fell over. A guard grabbed him from
behind and put a knee into his back to force his tits
out further. Yusef approached the right nipple with the
fish hook.
"Now this is going to hurt a little. Be careful you
don't bite your tongue off. Then you couldn't stick it
up our asses to clean us out after we shit. But we
aren't ready for that game yet, are we? We have so much
more to do. So here goes, .right through the right
titty."
He viciously hooked the sharp ragged point through the
meaty nipple flesh, in and out, so the hook was firmly
embedded in Jordan's puffy tit.
Jordan had visions of how his beautiful young wife
loved to suck on his tits when they made love. The pain
almost caused him to black out. He wished he could
black out, it would make it so much easier. But no
luck. A trickle of blood ran from his nipple down
beneath his hard pec and across his tight belly. Yusef
jabbed the other hook through the young soldier's left
nipple, then he stepped back, holding the long strings
of twine attached to the hooks.
"Good. Don't look so sad Jordan, that wasn't the game.
That was just the set up for the game. The game is
this. If you don't get your hands unbound soon, they
will turn black and rot off. If you complete this game
successfully, we will unbind your hands. All you have
to do is be a good little doggie and crawl over to me
on your knees as I pull on the string attached to your
tits. That's all." Yusef sat in a chair across the
room holding the stings like reins. Suddenly he tugged
at them. Jordan screamed as horrible pain shot through
his distended nipples.
"You see how it's done. I tug on the string and you
crawl forward. Oh, .lets make the game more fun. We are
going to tie a rope around your nutsack attached to a
twenty pound weight.
You have to pull that with you." A guard did the
duties, being very rough with the soldier's already
sensitive scrotum in the process.
"Good. Now the weight will trail along behind you as
you crawl. Each time I tug your titties, you will crawl
forward once with each knee. Just one move, that's all
until the next tug. Ok?"
And so it began. Yusef pulled hard on the strings. The
nipples stretched out, looking as if they would rip
right off the American's chest. He screamed out, an
animal sound ripping from his throat. the guards in the
room roared with laughter. Jordan moved forward, right
knee, left knee. He felt the weight tug at his
fucksack. It was unbearable. Again the tit strings were
tugged and he moved forward, but now a terrible new
pain.
The first of the thumb tacks on the floor dug into his
knees.
Yusef smiled and his white teeth flashed as he watched
the marine howl in agony from the tacks embedded in his
knees. And there were hundreds more tacks to cover
before he reached the chair. Jordan threw his head from
side to side, shaking off the sweat and tears. TUG,
TUG, HE HAD TO MOVE!
His titties were pulled out horribly, the puffy nipples
stretched and the holes in them getting larger. He
moved onto new thumb tacks, now he had almost a dozen
tacks in his knees and legs and feet. The door opened
and a ray of light danced across his tortured body.
Five or six teenage boys bounced into the room
jabbering in a foreign tongue, anxious to see the game.
They laughed and pointed at the tortured American.
The guard behind Jordan put his foot on the weight, so
the next time the marine's tits were tugged, he
couldn't not move. He was pulled forward by his nipple
hooks, but his nutsack was stretched back between his
legs. He snarled and snapped at the air in agony, and
then he tumbled forward, falling right on the field of
tacks. Thumb tacks bit into his chest and stomach, into
his thighs.
Five of them pierced his thick dick, and four of them
lodged themselves in his face as it slammed into the
dirt floor. He lay there rolling in the thumb tacks,
more and more of them piercing his body. Then he passed
out.
They had released his hands. The pain of the
circulation returning to them was a nightmare in
itself. Yusef, the guards and the boys watched with
delight. Now he knelt in front of Yusef at the chair,
his tits still pierced. They had allowed him to remove
the thumbtacks from his body. His mouth hung slack, his
eyes were unfocused, he was only the shell of a man.
"We were kind to you and unbound you even though you
failed the game. Now you owe us a favor in return. If
you complete the task, we will leave your hands
unbound. If you refuse to complete the task, we will
rebind your hands at once and let them rot off. All we
want you to do is to masturbate for us. Show us how you
big brave muscular American marines masturbate."
As if in a dream, twenty year old Jordan Peters reached
down and started to jerk on his dick. The teenage boys
in the room giggled like girls at their first dance.
Jordan pulled and yanked at his prick but it wouldn't
get hard. The torture of the previous days had depleted
his sex drive.
It was long and rubbery, but would not erect.
"What a pathetic man you are. Perhaps you have lied to
us about your wife. Perhaps you are a fucking faggot
cocksucker. You can't even get your dick hard. Tell me,
.is this really your wife?"
He held up the photo of Jordan's pretty young bride.
Jordan started to cry uncontrollably. It was all he had
of her over here in this Godless place. He looked at
the photo of her smiling beautiful face, and he sobbed.
"Perhaps this will help. Look at the photo of your wife
as you beat your useless meat."
It did help. As Jordan looked at his wife, his fuckmeat
grew hard and thick. The pain from the tacks was
forgotten. The pain of the rod that had been shoved up
his prick a few days ago was forgotten. He beat his
meat, his nuts bouncing and swinging as he looked at
his wife and shut out the world.
Yusef gently tugged at the tit hooks to increase the
marine's stimulation. The cock grew longer and thicker.
It began to pulse. Jordan's breathing grew ragged.
soon, soon, he stared only at the eyes of his beloved
in the photo.
"Good. Very good. Oh my, very impressive, eh boys?"
Yusef said, and the boys squealed with amusement and
jabbered on in their language.
Then suddenly Yusef placed the photo in the dirt
between Jordan's legs.
"Good, now when you shoot your load, shoot it all over
the photo of your wife. Splatter her pretty face with
your fuckslop."
Jordan snarled. "No, .no I won't do that. You can't
make me do that. I won't." His dick bobbed and leaked,
his balls pulled up in their sack.
"Yes you will, or we will rebind your hands and let
them rot off. Do you think your wife would like her
husband returned to her minus his hands? Now jerk off
on the photo."
When it came down to it, he had no choice. With tears
streaming down his face, he masturbated as hard as he
could, jerking angrily on the swollen prick flesh. Then
he sobbed and splattered the photo of his dear wife
with his dirty fucksnot. The globs of cum covered her
pretty face, .grew sticky and slimy. The sperm coated
the only memento Jordan had of his life back home. He
hung his head in shame, his thick dick leaking trails
of pricksauce. He slumped down on his tortured knees.
Yusef smiled and picked up the soggy photo. "Good. Now,
.eat it."
Jordan looked up blinking his pretty eyes. "You want me
to eat my cum off the photo?"
Yusef laughed. "No no, dear boy. I want you to eat it
all. Eat the photo too!"
Gagging and crying, Jordan Peters eat the cum soaked
photo of his wife.
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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