"Good, private, then we will proceed as to how true these allegations are." He let that sink in before he said, "Cut his clothes off!"
I wondered what was going on! And I was here to witness it? What were they going to do to him? And did any of it involve me? Too much to process!
The two guards produced knives and began to cut his clothes from his body. What they didn't cut they ripped off. The private tried to remain standing as they pulled him this way and that to remove his clothes. When they were done, he stood with arms still handcuffed behind him and his ankles in shackles with just his dog tags on.
He held his head high and looked into the eyes of his accuser. He was well built and had tan lines at his neck and at his biceps. His dick hung down from a kinky, nearly black, pubic bush over two large, low hanging balls. The dark hair was in stark contrast to the milky white of his skin. He had little hair on his chest, but his legs showed a good dusting of the same dark hair as his crotch.
The man in charge, I thought of him as a sergeant or something, stepped forward and took the privates genitals in his hand. The private stiffened but didn't move.
"So, private, I am handling your `johnson'; are you going to hit me?" There was a smirk on the sergeant's face as he said this. He looked the private straight in the eyes.
"No, Sir," he said quickly.
The sergeant took the private's balls in hand and slowly began to twist them. After he had twisted them nearly 360 degrees, the private rose up on his toes as if he could reduce the pressure by doing so. The sergeant only laughed and twisted more. The private didn't cry out, but his jaw clenched.
The sergeant kept his eyes focused on the private's face and continued to apply pressure. The private squeezed his eyes tightly closed, and drew breaths through clenched teeth.
More pressure, until finally the private gasped through open mouth and doubled over. He was moaning as the sergeant continued gripping his balls. Then the sergeant motioned to the two men, and they pulled the private upright.
Sweat streamed off his face and down his sides. He cried out, and I saw his stomach clinch and unclench. The sergeant finally let go, and the private sobbed. I knew from experience that pain that had to be shooting through him.
From that point on the sergeant was relentless with the private. He had him taken to a padded saw horse and tied him lengthwise on it. The sergeant used a paddle on the private's ass until he finally cried out.
Then a black night stick was used on his hole. He screamed as it was pushed into his ass. The sergeant kept telling the private to relax. But I could tell the private was tightening his hole against the invasion.
With a nod from the sergeant, one of the guards punched the private hard in the gut from the side, knocking all the wind out of him and causing him to relax his ass. The night stick moved deeper into his ass. He screamed at one point, and the sergeant laughed.
He was untied and put on his knees. Ropes were used to quickly tie him so he could only kneel.
The private's dick was shriveled, from the pain in his ass, I was sure; but as he knelt there, the sergeant began tapping the night stick. The stick must have been positioned so that it touched his prostate, because the private's dick began to grow and drip.
The private shook his head as if to deny what was happening to him. From then on it was down hill for him, as one of the guards forced his dick into the private's mouth. Any reluctance on the private's part was quickly dismissed by either using a strap on his back, ass, and upper thighs, or more pressure on the night stick.
When the guard was hard he began to face-fuck the private with powerful strokes. Tears steamed down his face. The guard began shooting and pulled out to cover the private's face. He had now been going through this grueling ordeal for over an hour.
The nightstick was removed and another long rubber dildo was used; it was wider than the nightstick. There must have been lube on it or something, because it quickly slid in, despite the gasps from the private.
The sergeant attached a cord to the dildo in the private's ass, and flipped a switch on a box attached to the cord. I didn't know if it was electrical current or some sort of vibrator, but it seemed to have a powerful impact on the private.
He began to moan, and his cock swelled and began to drip profusely. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth for 10 -15 minutes of this. As the other guard pushed his dick against the private's lips, the private opened his eyes and stared at the dick. His eyes closed as the guard fed him a cock, but he seemed to be working on it. I saw his cheeks go in as if he was sucking on the cock.
The private began to moan and to rock back and forth as much as the ropes would allow.
The guard came, and covered the private's face once again.
The sergeant reached down and flipped the switch on the box. The private gasped and said, "No, don't stop!"
The sergeant pulled the dildo out. The private gasped again and said, "No," in a whispered voice.
The sergeant laughed. "You want something up your ass, private?"
The private shook his head violently, but when he stopped shaking his head, tears streamed down his face and a whispered "Yes," came out.
"Tell me what you want private," the sergeant instructed.
"Please, Sir," the private whispered.
"Please what? Are you saying you want to be fucked, private?"
The private shook his head, but the sergeant positioned the dildo at his hole and the private tried to push back on it. He removed the dildo and laughed. "Do you want it, private?"
Whimpering, the private nodded. "Tell me what you want, private."
"I want that, Sir," his whispered. He looked at the sergeant and then lowered his eyes.
"You want me to fuck you with this, private?" the sergeantsaid into the private's ear.
"Yes, Sir," the private said, again in a whisper.
The sergeant took hold of the private's head and raised it. "Tell me what you want, private."
"I want that back in, Sir," he said, lowering his eyes since he couldn't lower his head.
"Tell me, private, that you want me to fuck you," he said, inches from the private's face.
"I want you to fuck me, Sir," the private whispered.
"Louder, private, and beg me for it." The sergeant raised his voice.
"Please, Sir, would you fuck me?" the private said a bit louder.
"Louder, private!"
"Please, Sir, would you fuck me!" he shouted, and more tears rolled down his face.
The sergeant nodded to the guards. The guards quickly cut the ropes and moved the private back to the padded bench. When he was tied down, the sergeant walked behind him and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his dick and finished swelling to a hefty size. Then he spit on his hand and lubed the head of this cock with it.
He moved over behind the private, held him by the hips, and said, "What do you want, private?"
"Please fuck me, Sir!" the private screamed.
The sergeant rammed his dick to the hilt in the private's ass. The private screamed, and the sergeant laughed.
I hadn't noticed, but the guards were now naked as well. Each sported a hard rod and they were stroking them. At a nod from the sergeant, one of them moved up and offered his dick to the private.
The private closed his eyes, but opened his mouth, and soon the private was being pounded from the front and back. The sergeant seemed to take intense pleasure from fucking the private with powerful deep strokes.
The guard in the private's mouth began to moan. He pushed his dick deep into the private's mouth to deliver another load. When he withdrew his cock, he wiped the head on the private's hair.
The other guard then moved up and fed him another cock. I think this guard had been getting close while he watched, because he didn't take long to cum. He, too, wiped his cum-covered cock across the private's face and hair.
The private was now panting and moaning as the sergeant continued to slam his ass. When the sergeant pulled out, the private exclaimed, "No!"
The sergeant laughed and indicated to the guards that they should untie the private. While they did this, the sergeant removed his clothes. His chest was covered in a thick coat of hair that outlined his pecs and led in a line down to his crotch. His large dick was now slick, and two massive balls hung down below. The term "bull" came to my mind to describe him.
When the private was untied, the sergeant moved over to the black leather padded "bed". He lay down on his back and stroked his dick. "Come here private," he instructed.
The private slowly came over to the bed. "Sit down here on my cock, private," he instructed.
The private climbed up on the bed and, with help from the sergeant, lowered himself onto the sergeant's dick while facing towards him.
"Fuck yourself with my dick, private. Show us how much you want it, private." The private closed his eyes and began to raise and lower himself on the sergeant's shaft.
Soon he was moaning, as he had been before. The sergeant reached out and cupped the private's buns, and then began to direct the fucking. "Stroke that little dick of yours and show me how much you are enjoying this, private."
The private gripped his rigid pole and began to stroke. He was moaning, groaning, and thrashing his head around.
The sergeant was increasing the speed of the movements of the private over his dick, even arching up into the hole.
I heard a long, low moan begin to build from the sergeant. The private's eyes began to roll up, and the sergeant shouted through clenched teeth, "Look at me, private!"
The private's eyes flew open and focused on the sergeant's face. The sergeant and the private grunted at the same time, and the private began to spew cum across the sergeant's chest.
The sergeant, meanwhile, pulled the private onto his dick and pushed up into him, obviously cumming. He held him there for a while, then said, "Okay, private, lick up this mess on my chest."
The private moved back, dislodging the sergeant's cock, but putting his head down to lick up his cum. The sergeant laughed.
The sergeant reached back to the private's hole and brought his hand back with white cream on his fingers. He fed them to the private, who sucked them clean.
The sergeant pushed the private off and stood up. He flipped his dick up and down as it began to lose some of its rigidity.
"I think you need to be washed up, private. Come over here and kneel down."
The private moved to the indicated spot. Kneeling there, he looked up at the sergeant, who smiled. He motioned to the guards, and they moved up to either side of the private.
The private looked to each man, in turn, with a questioning look. But soon he had his answer, as the sergeant began to piss on him. The sergeant laughed at the look on his face, and he directed the spray across the private's face and head. The guards added their streams.
"Open your mouth, private," the sergeant ordered. The private opened his mouth and it was immediately flooded with piss. "Swallow," the sergeant instructed.
I saw the private's throat work. The three of them continued to cover him from head to toe in piss, taking time about to fill the mouth with piss.
When they were done, the private was instructed to lick the last drops from their dicks. He complied.
They then lifted him up and attached him to some chains in the ceiling. Clippers were produced, and every bit of hair from his neck down was removed, and then shaving cream and razors were applied to his crotch and ass. Two of the guards spread his ass cheeks apart so the sergeant could shave his crack.
The private's head just hung in shame. His dick was hard as they moved it around to shave.
When they were done, and had wiped off all the shaving cream, marking pens were handed around. They began to print words all over the private's body. Cumpig, slut, cocksucker, pussy boy, fag, little boy's dick, insert dick here, etc, were printed on every open space of his body, from his wrists to his ankles. Finally, fag was printed on his forehead, dicks drawn on either side of his mouth, and cocksucker on his chin.
"That is a permanent marker; it takes about a week or so to wear off, private. Now everyone will know what you are," the sergeantsaid. "And I am sure we have some great videos of this evening to insure that you always do what you are instructed to do, isn't that right, private?"
The private nodded his head, as more tears poured from his eyes. He knew his life was over. I couldn't imagine how he could face his fellow soldiers now, much less his family.
They unhooked him from the chains and proceeded to use him for the next hour or more. He was rimming, sucking, getting fucked and, when directed, jerking himself off. They stood around and laughed at him as he pulled on his naked crotch. They made him cum five times, until the last time nothing came out.
He lay limp on the ground while the sergeant and guards dressed. Then they picked him up by his armpits and drug him out of the room.
I had been so hard throughout the whole ordeal, but I was so enthralled that I didn't touch myself. Now I sat there, rock hard, and reviewing the events in my mind. My cock throbbed and twitched as it rolled through my mind. I knew I wasn't allowed to cum, but I could play with myself, right?
I stroked a couple of times, and realized it wasn't going to take much more to make me cum. So I removed my hand. I tried to find a more comfortable position and ended up leaning against the bars.
Images of the events with the private swirled through my mind as I sat there. Each time I thought of a different humiliation he had suffered, I gasped. I don't know how long I sat there; I must have dozed off at some point.
I was awakened by Sir. He had unlatched the cage, and the noise woke me. I started to move towards the door and he said, "Did I tell you to get out?"
"No, Sir," I said, and sat back down. I realized my legs had gone to sleep and they began to tingle.
"So what did you think of the scene, boy?" he asked.
"I liked it, Sir," I answered.
"Boy, I didn't ask you if you liked it. I asked what you thought of it?" He said strongly.
I thought for a moment. "Sir, I felt sorry for the humiliation he had to go through, but it turned me on, Sir."
"So, boy, you want to experience the same thing?" he asked me, and I knew he was looking at my face, but I didn't look up.
I thought for a moment and said, "Sir, I don't know about the whole marker thing, which seemed a bit extreme for a married man and a soldier, Sir, but whatever you want, Sir." I ended, knowing that I didn't really have a choice in the matter.
"Of course, boy, it is whatever I want you to do," he said, and reached in and touched my leg.
"Your legs are asleep, aren't they, boy?" he asked, as he felt around my legs, causing the tingling to run through them.
"Yes, Sir," I said.
"Crawl out of there, boy. You will get used to it, boy. You will spend days in there, or in your drawer, boy." The mention of the drawer made me shiver. I was clumsy getting out of the cage and trying to stand. He held on to me until I was able to hold onto the counter.
"Shake your legs, boy. Get the circulation flowing," he instructed.
"Yes, Sir," I said, and began to shake my legs. While I was doing this, he went to a closet, unlocked it, and brought a couple of pieces of cloth. By the time he returned, I was beginning to be able to stand unassisted.
"Put these on, boy," he said, handing me the balled up cloth.
"Yes, Sir," I said, and saw that it was a pair of shorts and a shirt. The shorts were cut very short, with long cuts up the side, all the way to the waistband. The shirt didn't quite meet the top of the shorts, and the arm holes were cut nearly down to the waist. While I put them on, which took very little time, he went back and brought over a pair of boat shoe loafers.
He set them down and told me to put them on. When I had done so, he put a collar on me, with a leash, then led me upstairs and out to the van. He told me to get in, and I got into the indicated spot.
Sir got in the driver's seat, started the car, and pulled out. We drove in silence, and I wondered where we were going so late in the evening. I really didn't have a clue what time it was, but assumed it was late.
He stopped at a bar, where he got out, had me get out, and then led me into the bar. It was full of smoke, noise, music, and guys.
He walked in and took a stool at the end of the bar, on the short side. Then he ordered a beer and, when it was been delivered, he said, "Strip, boy."
"Yes, Sir," I said, as I pulled off the shirt and then pushed down the shorts. I was already beginning to swell because of the situation. He took them from me and tossed them over his shoulder onto the floor. Humiliation and shame coursed through me as I stood naked in this public place.
"Assume the position, boy," he said, and took a long pull on his beer. I moved into position aware of the cessation of sound around me. I was hoping that fear would keep me from getting hard here, but it didn't seem to be working.
He continued to drink as guys gathered around me. I saw Sir's head move up and down, and then felt hands all over my body. Hands ran up and down my crack and pushed in on my hole. My nipples were twisted, and my balls gently squeezed. My cock was pulled down and released to snap up to my stomach.
Sir continued to look at me while all of this was going on. I heard someone say, "Nice boy, Sir. Does he do a good job at sucking cock?"
"Boy, kneel down there and show this man what a good cocksucker you are."
There was laughter around as I moved and knelt on the floor. The guy was hauling his dick out of his pants. Then he slapped me across the face with it a couple of times before feeding it to me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment.
He was not that long, but he was thick. His dick smelled like he hadn't bathed in days. Once he was hard, he took my head in his hands and began to fuck my face. This brought jeers and laughter from the crowd around us.
He pushed his cock in as deep as it would go and held it there, gagging me. I wanted to fight him off, push him off, or something, but knew I couldn't. It would reflect badly on Sir.
He finally backed off and I could breathe again. He laughed, and then let me work on his cock. But he was soon back to fucking my face, and came moments later. He shot his load down my throat and wiped his dick on my hair.
"Well, did he do a good job?" Sir asked.
"Yes, he did," the guy said. Someone else was pulling out his dick in front of my face.
Sir said, "Just the one tonight, boys." They all moaned, and the guy put his dick back in his pants. "Stand up, boy," he told me.
I stood up and assumed the position, after the standard, "Yes, Sir."
Hands roamed freely about my body again, exploring and touching every part of me.
I heard one man say, "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you'll let me have him for the night."
Another said, "Two hundred dollars, and he won't be able to stand for 2 days!" I didn't know if that would be from fucking, beatings, or both.
"Fuck this," another said. "$500, and, in the morning, he'll be begging to stay with me forever."
"$1000 and he doesn't see the light of day until noon tomorrow," came from another one.
Someone then chided him and said, "What, you going to put him down in that hole you have in your basement? The last guy you put in there was never right in the head afterwards." My ass clenched tight and my body trembled, and I wondered what they were talking about. It sounded very frightening!
"$50,000 for one hour," Sir said, and the crowd went quiet.
Then someone quipped, "Was that a bid, or what you want for him?" There were a few chuckles around.
"That's what it will cost you for an hour with this boy," Sir said, pulling on my collar.
"Is he worth it?" someone else shouted, which brought more laughter.
"You'll have to pay to find out," Sir said.
Sir reached through the men and got my leash. Then he pulled me towards the door, as one guy inserted his finger up my ass. "Nice and tight!" the guy said; more laughter at that comment.
But Sir just kept walking, leading me on the leash. He led me outside and then towards the car. I was half way there when I realized I was naked and hard, walking along a public street! Shit!
At the van, Sir said, "Jerk off and cum, boy."
"Yes, Sir," came out, with not a lot of conviction.
"Look at me, boy," he said, and I raised my eyes to his. He was smiling.
I took my cock in hand and began to stroke. I was on edge from all the constant touching, teasing, pinching, and poking; I knew it wasn't going to take too long.
As I felt my eyes beginning to roll up and the rush overwhelming me, Sir said, "Stop, boy."
I dropped my head, but was now panting. I leaned forward in an effort to follow my hand. I was now up on the balls of my feet, and I felt like a live wire had been touched to my skin.
I clenched my jaw to stifle further noises, and rocked back onto my heels.
I was in a daze, when Sir said, "Stay right there, boy." He got into the van, backed up, and drove off. I was now standing naked, hard, and so on edge, I could shoot with just one touch, and Sir had left me here! What the fuck was I supposed to do now?
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