Meanwhile the crew on the carrier was looking for ways to support their lost commando.
“Sir, we might have another way to get the bastards,” the carrier’s chief system administrator looked at the Commodore.
“…and that would be?” Mulroney asked gruffly. It gnawed at him that his highly skilled Seal team had been done right in front of him.
“We could hack into their computer network and neutralize those fuckin’ TCUs.”
“Just like that?” Mulroney asked doubtful.
“Well, technically yes, just like that,” the administrator replied,” we would need, however, to get closer to the target, because the range of our scanners…”
“Do it!” the Commodore ordered, “Set a course to shore. We go in, until we can hack into their fuckin’ system and then …”
The nuclear turbines, deep inside the behemoth, howled. Hundreds of thousands of tons of seawater were effortlessly displaced. The giant carrier was moving slowly towards the shore and suddenly the administrators had contact.
The scanners of the USS Vincent Mancroft screened the port infrastructure of the research center’s computer network. It took less than 5 seconds to identify a potential weakness and a hacking sequence was initiated.
“Firewall breached. We are in! We popped their fuckin’ cherry! It was a piece of cake, Sir” A system administrator reported proudly to the bridge.
“Hoorah!” The Commodore pumped his fist in glee. ”Now let’s fuck ‘em over, boys!”
“Copy that!” The administrators initiated a command sequence and the Mancroft’s highly sophisticated IT-system engaged with the enemy.
“Unauthorized access detected! Intruder alert! Intruder alert!” the alert sounded in the temple’s data center. The analysts monitored the flood of the incoming data packets.
“Typical Americans, they have to stick their prick into every hole,” Colonel Kim grinned.
“The enemy tries to disable the TCUs,” one young specialist with spiked black hair reported, “our system prepares viral inoculation.”
“That’s what you get for fucking with us unprotected,” Kim said with glee.
Seconds later the carrier’s computers received the retransmitted data from the earlier scanning probe.
“Sir, we have an access code to shut down their defense abilities,” the system administrator reported to Commodore Mulroney with excitement.
“Then shut ‘em down son! What are you waiting for?” Mulroney grunted.
“Batteries prepare launch!” he ordered.
The artificial intelligence detected an anomaly in the retransmitted data packets and quarantined the files. Antivirus programs scanned the files, while the system administrator entered the hacked access code into his terminal.
The artificial intelligence received a high-priority command overriding all ongoing processes. The command was processed and the computer system was flooded with an electronic data shock wave. The artificial intelligence sensed the temple’s systems invading on at least two dozen ports that had suddenly opened. Hectic activities erupted when the carrier’s systems threw all available resources into the defense of its compromised integrity. Alert sequences were stalled while the warship’s computer systems were busy fighting the intrusion.
“Alert! Alert! System failure imminent!” the chief system administrator’s eyes opened wide in shock. “What the fuck?”
“Redundancy capacities activated! Countermeasures initiated! Intrusion thwarted! Switching back to regular service …” the carrier’s computer reported.
“Bloody shit! What happened? Let’s run a check-up!” the chief administrator ordered his team.
The temple’s artificial intelligence allowed the opened ports to be blocked and the ship’s computers seemingly reestablishing control within nanoseconds. However these nanoseconds were sufficient for the invaders to take control of the quarantine section. The quarantined files were opened and a new flood of powerful command sequences flooded the carrier’s systems. To make matters worse, even lots of previously quarantined viruses were released and started infecting the embattled host.
“Whoooahh! No, no, no!” the administrator team jumped from their chairs.
“We are fucking her good through her backdoor,” the young Asian with his spiked hair grinned at Kim,” soon this big mama will spread her legs and open her pussy wide.”
The ship’s artificial intelligence needed all available resources to process the algorithms that had suddenly appeared on its task list. The multi-staggered firewalls went down and an instant later hundreds of system ports were exposed vulnerable to the temple’s computer system.
A new wave of impulses flushed the ship’s network. The access codes that Cliff had spilled out in his panic breached the last defenses. If the carrier’s artificial intelligence had been a human being, it would have screamed in panic and pain. But so the desperate struggle against the deflowering of its software structures went on in silence.
The administrators watched helpless the ongoing cyber rape.
It took less than a minute to take control of the command centers of the powerful aircraft carrier. All gunnery lowered the gun turrets, and the missile launchers were shut down. The aircraft lifts were blocked, trapping the fighter squadrons helpless inside their hangars.
Throughout the giant ship bulkheads closed, catching the crew in confined sections.
The ship’s internal communication systems broke down.
“Sir, we have a malfunction! Oh shit that…that isn’t happening,” the chief system administrator stared in horror at his screen. His terminal had an independent power supply and individualized firewalls. Although he was locked out from the mainframe system, he still could monitor what was going on.
“What is happening? Report, now!” the Commodore glared at the young man.
“Our system has been hijacked! We are no longer in control,” the chief system admin stammered, helplessly hammering commands in his keyboard.
“What do you mean?” Mulroney shouted.
At this moment the nuclear reactors were shutting down. The lights went out. Except from the dim light of the administrator’s terminal the bridge was dark. The entire ship was without electric power. The ventilation systems shut down, leaving the crew helpless trapped within darkness and quickly humidifying air.
The rudderless carrier drifted towards the coast.
* * *
All was lost. The overwhelming realization of defeat was hammering his mind. Dwight was in a somber mood. The mission had turned into a terrible fiasco. Somewhere behind in the pitch-black night, the Hercules had crashed close to the shore line and vanished in a blistering ball of fire. The squad members had been separated and the Sergeant didn't even know whether everyone was still alive.
No matter what they had tried, it seemed as if the enemy had always been one step ahead of them. It had already started back at home, when he tried to get a most efficient team together and suddenly Brock and Wade were lost. Later the hostile attitude of the Commodore on board of the USS Vincent Mancroft had not really surprised him. There was the almost built-in rivalry between Navy and USMC.
However, what had come as a shock was the shameful failure of the Seal attack. The Seals were the pride of the Navy. The members of this unit were highly trained, excellent fighters. Even now, Dwight struggled to accept in what pathetic manner, the entire squad had been netted by a bunch of Asian fishermen. Something was terribly wrong.
At least they had made it close to the temple. He had seen the dark buildings illuminated by some flashing lightning before they went down in the anticline. Somewhere ahead were the temple’s walls, made of dark, almost black granite boulders and about 25 feet high. Lee had gathered the parachutes. He had stripped the jumpsuit and was down to a black tank top and combat pants of the same color. Dwight suddenly felt the humidity lingering in the air and swelling up from the rain soaked muddy ground. His body was drenched in sweat and he hastened to get rid of the jumpsuit like his friend.
The Asian seemed to be able to see in the darkness of the night.
“There, we can climb the walls,” he whispered.
“Where? I can’t…” Dwight was seized by his shoulders and pushed forwards. The Sergeant was grateful that his friend was taking the lead. Too many things were reeling through his mind.
“Wait!” He would have run head onwards into the wall, if Lee hadn’t stopped him. The slick boulders were even more slippery from the rain. Dwight’s fingers were traveling across the cold wet stones. An odor of fustiness and decay emanated from the ancient stonework and seemed to infest his body. The American sensed that he was not welcome in this place and he sensed the danger that was lurking behind those walls.
“We’ll never make it up that fuckin’ wall,” Dwight muttered in resignation.
“Take off your boots,” Lee’s calm voice came from behind. The Asian reached over the Marine’s shoulder and seized his hands.
“Do you feel the crevices? Here ... here …and here and there,” he said guiding Dwight’s fingers,” we can do that.” A wave of Lee’s hot breath was blowing in the Sergeant’s neck. The lean Asian hugged him from behind. He pulled the bigger man into his lanky frame, gently kneading the sculpted pectorals through the damp fabric of the tank top.
“We can do that. Trust me!” Lee blew a kiss at the side of Dwight’s neck.
An instant later the Sergeant found himself hanging onto the slippery stone work, virtually clawing his way up. The muscles of his sinewy body strained while his toes and fingers struggled to find a footing. He was panting and sweat was pouring from his pores; he could feel it dripping from his arm pits. At the same time he felt the chill oozing from the damp stones and seeping right into the marrow of his aching bones.
Dwight lost any sense of time and place. Was he almost on top of the wall or somewhere in between the ground and the capstone? His fingers did hurt from the pulling weight of his 200 lbs. body. His hot cheek was pressed against the cold stones that were sapping the strength from him. The toes of his left foot lost their hold and he felt the grip of his fingers loosening.
“Fuck!” a strangled grunt signaled his defeat. He would fail like the others and smash to the ground in a heap of broken bones and torn flesh. That was the end of the mission.
Just when he felt his clawing hands give way, his neck was caught in a strong grip.
“It’s just a few inches more,” Lee’s voice came from his side. The Asian was glued to the wall like a huge spider. After he had made sure that the Marine’s toes had regained a safe hold, he crawled on top of the wall deck and hauled the exhausted Sergeant by his neck and then by the back of his pants up into safety.
Dwight lay on his back drenched in sweat and huffing. “Thanks man … I … I … wouldn’t have made without your help…”
From out of the dark came Lee’s kiss. His lips closed on Dwight’s mouth and his tongue entered. The American responded and threw his arms around Lee’s shoulders pulling him down on his brawny frame.
It was always amazing, how the Asian managed to become the dominant partner in their amorous play. Dwight was a top by nature, however, in all of their sexual encounters the big Marine found himself bottoming for the lanky Korean. He was never rough, but he seemed to have the most intimate knowledge about the needs of Dwight’s 205 lbs. body. He knew when the time was right for nibbling the bigger man's earlobes, for licking his man tits at the moment, when they were most sensitive, or to deftly squeeze the firm butt cheeks to make the topped top groan in pleasure.
Even now, atop the ancient temple wall, Dwight's body was turning into plasticine in Lee's experienced hand, which was buried deep in the front of the Marine’s pants, softly kneading the throbbing shaft, which was caught in the pouch of the jockstrap. Despite the dangerous mission, now Dwight would have agreed to any kind of lovemaking, and Lee feeling the dampness from Dwight’s pre-cum, knew it. But both men knew that this was neither the time nor the place to give in to their sexual desires. The Marine grunted in disappointed frustration when Lee pulled his hand away.
“Not now my friend, not now,” Lee whispered,” we have a job to do.”
“I know, but one day I will top you,” Dwight grinned into the dark night.
“This you said so many times already,” Lee’s reply came in an amused tone.
The two men looked down on the temple complex. Dimly lit lanterns showed the outline of the silent buildings below. Only at the far end close to the main gate more lights were visible. Lee pulled at a rope and lifted their backpack with the laser designator up to the wall deck. They would need the equipment to electronically mark the targets for the carrier’s missile launchers.
“There we go,” Lee pointed at a wooden stairway that was leading down. Their naked soles made no audible sound when they scurried down into a quiet yard. They had penetrated the enemy’s facility.
Dwight was turning to a small alley which pointed to the main gate, but Lee pulled him into a narrow passage between two buildings.
“Here we can go on without the risk of being noticed.”
“How do you know that?” Dwight asked astonished.
“It is a temple,” Lee shrugged,” all temples are the same.”
They walked into a wide cobble-stoned square and looked at a rectangular shaped dark hall. A chorus of monotonous incantations sounded from the inside.
Dwight found himself pulled towards a side entrance.
“What! How ...??” he was silenced by Lee’s finger closing his lips.
“Shhh…” the Asian whispered.
Incense was lingering with a heavy odor in the air. They stayed in the shadow of the wooden pillars and scurried across the black high-polished tiles to the front end of the hall. Two Asians, one dressed in black and the other one in white research outfit, where standing at the front altar and instructing a group of monks who were handling helmets that looked like crash helmets.
Dwight froze in shock when he recognized the lean Asian dressed in the dark robes. He knew Colonel Kim Nang Poh from photos and the TV report on the embarrassing presentation of Captain Jack Durango.
There was a row of men, whose wrists were tied behind their backs. Some of the well-muscled hunks were standing while others were on their knees. There were strange devices attached to their crotches and inserted in their asses. Their hips were rocking in a bucking motion. Low animal-like grunts came from the crash helmets that were covering their faces. Dwight recognized Seal tattoos from the USS Vincent on the flexing biceps. The sweat glistening bodies were writhing in the light of the many small oil lamps that flickered above the altars.
One of the men collapsed on his heels when his knees gave way. His dick was wrapped in a black leather sheath and kept steady by a mesh of copper wires that was woven into the leather. Another part of the devilish device disappeared between his thighs and was obviously impaling him. The effect was obvious, when his hips bucked upwards in a powerful thrust. There was a grunt of despair and then relief. A gush of his man juice sprayed from the swollen mushroom head. Three, four, five squirts followed until the stud’s balls were depleted leaving him as a quivering and exhausted heap on the tiled floor. The leather sheath slipped from the shrunken dick and the device detached itself from his ass.
Two monks dressed in gray baggy clothes rushed to his side and removed the helmet.
“What happened?” the hunky man asked with a sheepish almost boyish grin. The monks petted him comfortingly and handed him a pair of skimpy black Speedos.
“What is happening here?” Dwight whispered, repeating the question of the docile stud who was led away.
“Just watch,” Lee embraced him from behind and slipped his hands under the damp tank top.
“Wha…ughh?” Dwight’s question was silenced by a soft love bite in his neck that made his knees buckle.
“Huh … what are you up to?” Dwight panted while Lee’s sharp nails played with his nipples, ”this is madness.”
“This is fun, making love in sight of the enemy,” Dwight did not know that Lee was using the same words as Jack Durango had used a time ago in Camp Tango before he was caught by Colonel Kim.
Lee’s thumbs were digging firmly into two pressure points in Dwight’s sweaty arm pits and the American felt a numbness spreading throughout his body. His head lolled back and rested on the shoulder of Lee, who licked the exposed throat.
“Ohhhh!” he groaned while the belt of his combat pants was unbuckled. More and more of the Seals in front of him succumbed to the stimulations of the strange devices and the way it happened got to him. The pants were gliding down to the ankles, exposing his cock that started to fill the front of the jock-strap.
Lee unbuttoned his fly and guided his already hard dick between Dwight’s buttocks. His hand dug inside the taut pouch of the jock-strap and pulled the bonerized man meat free.
“Huh…huhh…fuck youuuuu,” the big Marine groaned while his throbbing shaft was jerked.
“Aaarghh!” an ecstatic howl of pure primal lust sounded through the hall when Lee impaled him from behind without any warning. The monks turned towards the corner where Lee and Dwight were hidden in the shadow.
Enthralled by his lust Dwight didn’t resist, when he was virtually paraded into the open.
“N-nnooo, w-what are you doing?” he gasped writhing in Lee’s grip.
“Ah, what a pleasure! Master Huang, finally! We have been waiting for you already and now you are presenting the enemy leader skewered on your sword.” Colonel Kim welcomed “Lee” with a broad grin.” Most brilliant, Master Huang, most brilliant I must say.”
“What? Oh shit, no!” Both the monstrosity of the treachery and a push between his shoulder blades forced Dwight on his knees.
Lee was in fact the mysterious Master Huang to whom Rashad the Iraqi terrorist had referred to when calling over satellite phone after he had caught Hank. They had intercepted this call, however, were never been able to uncover the identity of Huang, who was considered a mastermind behind the enemy operations.
“Urgh..no..fuck ahhh,” the Sergeant howled in mixed lust and fury, while the varmint who had set him up so terribly was thrusting into him. Now he knew, why the enemy was always so well informed about their plans. Dwight realized that they never had a real chance. He had been played like a child and now he was about to be humiliated even further by being fucked silly in front of his enemies. It hadn’t helped to send a gay squad. He was going down like all the straight fighters before. Desperately he tried to crawl away from his tormentor.
Lee/Master Huang seized the back of the hunched Marine’s tank top and pulled the reluctant bucking young man back, impaling him deep onto his Asian cock. Knowing how Dwight would be turned on by some kinky domination, he spanked the melon-shaped butt cheeks with a series of rhythmical slaps. The spanking did not hurt, but the degradation of being treated like a dumb bronco that needed to be tamed triggered a new flush of arousal.
“Shit! Huh … huh … huh …,” Dwight hollered while Lee/Master Huang was riding him towards climax.
“The stallion likes it,” Kim laughed,” his juices will be a most valuable addition to your research, Takashima.”
“I cannot wait to extract his seed,” the Japanese scientist looked mesmerized at the humiliating spectacle.
‘No, no, no’ Dwight’s mind rebelled, while wave after wave of arousal quelled his resistance and kept him mellow. Being gay and having been fucked before gave him an advantage over the straight Marines who were overwhelmed by the humiliation being sexually conquered by another man. ‘Oh yes, fucker just make me shoot my fuckin’ load, but then I crush your treacherous skull so fast that nobody will come to your rescue fast enough… I’ll get ‘ya, bastard, you pay for that betrayal,‘ Dwight thought, while he groaned in lustful agony.
Huang knew the American’s body well enough to tell that the big Marine was ready to cum. He reached under Dwight’s belly and closed his fist around the dangling cock. Expertly he used the oozing pre-cum to lubricate his palm and started to jack the shaft. Simultaneously humping and milking the Sergeant, he nodded to the waiting monks.
Dwight’s slumped head was pulled up and one of the strange helmets was forced over his face. His howls and groans were muffled. The helmet was displaying a 3D image of an old monk and a monotonous voice from built-in earphones filled his mind. The Marine didn’t really understand the meaning of the words that were brainwashing him, but he realized that the imminent cum shot would make his mind so susceptible to mind control that this conquest would not just be a sexual one but even a mental one. This awareness, however, was his last free thought. The hand that was milking him mercilessly squeezed his balls and when Huang came inside of his ass he was swept away as well into a climax as he had never experienced before.
“Aaaoorghhh,” Huang was almost thrown off the big body which was rearing up in a powerful convulsion. The hunky Marine’s cum splashed audibly on the tiled floor, again and again until both the gushes and the resistance subsided. The broad shoulders were twitching for a few times when the mind fuck kicked in, reducing the man who was once Sergeant Dwight Collins to the boy child Dwight, who knew nothing about the USMC and who was oblivious to sexual desire.
“A fine conquest, Master Huang,” Dr. Takashima congratulated the Asian, who closed his fly, hardly accelerating his breathing despite his climax. He looked after the Marine who had trusted him and who was led away, clad in a black skimpy Speedo that could hardly contain the sexy bubble butt. May be he would use the muscular stud for some pleasurable nights during the time to come. He was not a bad fuck after all. Now, however, there were other things to be attended to.
“Did you find the others?” he looked at Kim.
“Two of them,” Kim said,” the two pilots and the third one are still missing. They won’t get far.”
“Find them Colonel,” Huang said,” find them fast. We cannot tolerate any interference here at the base.”
“Consider it done, Master Huang,” Kim bowed shortly and turned to leave.
“Takashima, can we secure their ship?”
“Yes Master Huang,” the Japanese replied, ”I have prepared sufficient of the agent from the semen milked from our first batch of ‘guests’.“
* * *
“I don’t accept that!” the Commodore was roaring, his face turned crimson. “Get the system up and melt that fucking temple down, now!”
“Sir, we … we are cut off from the command center,” the carrier’s system administrator winced, knowing that he would feel the Commodore’s wrath.
“This is the Command Center, you useless prick!” Mulroney exploded. “This is where I am and where I am is Command Center. I am ordering you to attack this temple. Now!”
“Yes Sir, attack the temple, yes Sir,” the system administrator repeated mechanically, ”but how…? Permission to speak freely, Sir?”
The Commodore was staring at him like a snake at a cornered rabbit. “Go ahead,” he grunted.
“Thank you Sir. Sir, with all due respect, but …but,” the man stammered.
“But…but, what? Did you piss in your pants, boy?” Mulroney sneered.
“Our Command Center is actually their data center, Sir,” the system administrator finally managed to say,” and we are no longer in control.”
“This is one of the most powerful ships the US Navy has ever built,” Mulroney was glowering at him. He was talking in a dangerously low voice. “You are not going to tell me, we are controlled by a damned gook temple! We are…”
He was cut off when a powerful thrust pushed him of balance, throwing him to the floor. Havoc broke loose on the bridge when the men struggled to get back on their feet. The rudderless drifting carrier had grounded itself in the shallow waters.
The light of the early dawn revealed a fleet of fishing boats and rafts approaching. The nearby shore was crawling with hundreds of men dressed in the uniforms of the “Red Guards”.
“Ha! They cannot be serious!” the Commodore said with a grim smile,” the flight deck is 210 feet above sea level. They can sail with their ramshackle fleet around us in circles until the end of time. They never make it up the deck.”
“Sir, I think we have a problem here,” one technician pointed at the screen of the only working terminal on the bridge.
“Seriously? Do we have a problem?” Mulroney sneered,” just one problem? Now that is the best news I heard so far. What is it, son?”
“Sir, uhm the enemy is entering the lower decks by the bulkheads that we are using to deploy the Seals.”
“How did they …?” Mulroney’s face went white.
“They control the ship from the outside,” the system administrator whispered, confirming what the Commodore had realized.
“Boarded!’ Mulroney howled in uncontrolled rage, ”Boarded by the enemy!” The shame was unbearable. Helpless, cut off from his crew and trapped in the confinement of his bridge the Commodore was doomed to sit passive until the enemy would knock at the door and demand surrender. Speechless he sank down in his leather-covered command seat.
Zander DeMarco was a rugged stud with a handsome face. The olive skin indicated his Italian origin and so would have the black curly hair if hadn’t shaved is skull bald. The girl magnet was a member of the USS Vincent Mancroft’s Marine unit. Together with some other Marines and a number of sailors he had found himself trapped in a watertight compartment on the Y-deck when the carrier systems had shut down the powerful ship. First they had tried to open the partition manually, then they had found some firefighter axes and tried to break free. All had been in vain. Finally the dim light from some lighters had gone out and they were shrouded in darkness. Without air-condition the temperature was quickly rising. The air was thick with sweat and soon everybody including the female crew members had stripped down to their underwear.
The Marine dressed only in his boots and boxers was sitting on the floor leaning against the steel wall. A young nurse whom he knew was working in the medical section was sitting between his spread thighs, leaning into him. Zander was hugging the hot sweaty body inhaling the sweet female scent.
“What are you doing?” the girl whispered when his strong hands massaged her boobs.
“Mm ... what do you think I ammm … doing?” Zander was covering her neck with soft kisses.
“We’ll get caught,” she cooed indulging in his caresses.
“Mmh… it is dark. No one will see….,” Zander tugged her panties down to her thighs.
“You are mad,” she giggled but reached back and pulled his stiffening cock from his boxers.
“Uhmm… I am a man,” he groaned.
“I can feel that,” she chuckled feeling the moisture from his thick dick head in her palm.
“Ah, you will feel it much better,” the Marine spread his thighs and lifted her on his erect cock.
“Ohh..yesss…” she moaned while she felt his hot solid man meat sliding into her.
His hands cupped her breasts, playing with the sensitive tits. He didn’t say a word. She felt his hot breath inches away from her ear. His fingers found her clit and slowly he started rotating the tip of his middle-finger.
“Oh …ffffff,” she inhaled sharply. The girl was now squatting and started slowly to rock her pelvis up and down. His dick was gliding in and out slippery from both her cunt juice and his pre-cum.
“Fuck that feels good,” he groaned as he was pumped in the darkness. His chest was heaving and she smelled his musky male sex-sweat. Zander stemmed his big body against the wall and secured his booted feet to have a stable position. Then he responded to her movements by thrusting his hips up and down.
Suddenly there was a scratching sound at the outside of the bulkhead and then the heavy metal partition opened with a grinding sound. The Americans were blinking into the glaring beams of some flash lights.
“Fuck! Gooks!” came the alarming shouts from those who were sitting closer to the opened door. Zander tried to push himself up and watched the crew members rising in haste, but the girl was too much enthralled in her lust and kept him trapped under her.
Commands in a foreign language were shouted while those equipped with the axes struggled to get to the door in order to offer some desperate resistance.
The officer commanding the Red Guard unit who had entered the big ship was staring in reddish sweaty faces who were looking confused, trying to comprehend what was going on. The monk who was at his side fetched a small glass container from the pocket of his robes and threw it inside the compartment. The glass shattered on the steel floor. In the dim light nobody saw the tiny cloud that evaporated from the broken flask.
The Korean officer watched the Americans getting up and some came forward pushing through the crowd armed with axes. He barked a command and his men were raising their guns pointing them at the crowd. The ones on the front became aware of the danger and the futility to resist, but the ones in the back were still pushing.
“Don’t shoot!” the monk said,” we need those people, they are of value.”
The officer looked doubtful at the semi-naked, sweaty crowd and wondered what kind of value that might be. Then gargling and retching sounds mixed with the shouts of alarm that came from the trapped crew. More and more men and women were collapsing, reaching for their throats, with obvious difficulties to breath.
Zander watched in horror as the strange phenomena was reaching out across the compartment. The nurse slumped on top of him and then his vision blurred. “No!” He wanted to shout, but only a retching caw came from his mouth. He was struggling to breathe. The young Marine was writhing on the ground. His cock slipped from the slack pussy of the passed out nurse and he realized with his fading consciousness that the approaching Asians were not affected at all. What...?
Somehow the girl was gone. Then his breathing became suddenly easier and the panic of suffocation was gone. Gone was as well his strength. It felt as if all his energy had been sapped from his body. His arms and legs were numb. The muscles of his defined body felt like jelly. Zander’s legs were raised and the boots taken off. Ignoring his feeble moans of protest somebody stripped him from his boxer shorts. A grinning Asian soldier was holding a skimpy black Speedo in front of his face. Like a helpless child the hunky Marine was dressed in the tiny fabric. The dog tags were ripped from his chest and as he was too weak to walk, two Asian soldiers took his arms over their shoulders and carried and dragged him outside. Together with the other crew members the dizzy Marine was loaded into one of the waiting boats.
The monk pointed to the next bulkhead. “Open it!” In his hand appeared another flask.
The bulkhead sealing the bridge was one of the last that went open. A man dressed in scarlet monk robes entered. He was sinewy and in his early twenties. A thin smile showed in the corners of his mouth.
“Lee!” the Commodore shot up from his chair in surprise.
“No Commodore, I think it is time for me to properly introduce myself. My name is Huang, Master Huang for you to call me and I am now commanding this vessel that you have delivered so generously to us. We are truly indebted, “ the Asian sneered and walked to the center of the bridge.
Two monks dressed in grey robes entered, followed by “Red Guard” soldiers who pointed their guns at the crew.
Mulroney looked down on Lee/Huang, who was looking back with a provocative, derisive grin. From the depths of his robes the Asian produced a pair of tiny black bikini trunks.
“Why don’t you get comfortable, Mr. Mulroney, now that you are obviously out of your job?”
“You!” Mulroney lost control when he realized what was going on. His huge hands closed like vises around Huang’s neck. But before he could fasten his murderous grip, his wrists were seized by the Asian with an amazing strength. The Commodore was still wondering how such a small man could be so strong, when he landed on his back crashing on the chart desk. Officers who wanted to come to their Commodore’s help were stopped by the soldiers raising their guns.
“That was a most foolish move,” Huang said calmly and dragged the American from the table. Mulroney looked in surprise at the Korean who beckoned him to charge again.
“You fuckin’ bastard!” Mulroney was extraordinarily fit for a man in his late forties and he rammed into Huang with the force and the fury of a raging rhinoceros. He was absorbed and engulfed by a swirling scarlet whirlwind. Hits and chops hammered into him from all directions. He was smashed several times face onward into the wall and then pulled back to the center of the room, swaying disoriented. His shirt was hanging in shreds from his broad shoulders.
“It’s over,” came Huang’s voice from behind.
Slowly, as every bone in his body was hurting, the Commodore turned around. The Asian was holding the Speedo towards him demandingly.
Mulroney stripped, what was left of his shirt, from his shoulders. His lips were shut tightly while he unbuttoned his trousers. There was a painful silence on the bridge as everybody was watching the Commodore changing into the Speedo.
Mulroney’s 6.1 ft. , 230 lbs. body was revealed in all its glory. Natural hair covered the pale skin, except for the low-hanging impressive set of balls and the still firm buttocks which were clean shaven. The chiseled pecs were covered by a light, ice grey fur. A navy tattoo was inked into the nicely defined biceps of the right arm.
The big, veiny, thick, cut cock rose from a nest of dark pubic hair and dangled between the sinewy thighs until Mulroney stepped into the Speedo and wrapped his genitals into the skimpy black fabric. Mustering his remaining dignity the Commodore folded his clothes neatly with the precision he had learned when he had been a recruit and just entered the Navy. Nobody said a word when he carried the pile of clothes to the command desk, putting it down next to the brass name tag showing his name and rank
“Rear Admiral Laurence Mulroney”.
In a flashing motion his hand shot into the top drawer of the desk and an instant later Huang was looking into the muzzle of a heavy hand gun.
The guns of the soldiers moved around aiming at the Commodore.
“That would be most foolish, Mister Huang,” he said with an icy voice,” you should explain to your men that my bullet would tear your head apart before they can even pull the trigger.”
“And you would really do that, knowing that you would die shortly after me?” the Korean asked.
“Try me, gook!” Mulroney grunted through a clenched jaw.
Huang’s dark eyes narrowed. He raised his hands and talked to the soldiers who lowered their weapons.
“Good - and now tell that clown to put that flask away,” Mulroney pointed with his chin at one of the monks who had raised his arm, apparently to throw a small glass flask.
Huang talked to the monk who started to shiver in obvious fear. Huang barked at him in a stern voice and the trembling became so strong that the flask slipped from the terrified monk’s hand and shattered on the ground.
“Forgive my man’s clumsiness, he is very much afraid. I am sure we can settle this in a civilized manner, Commodore,” Huang said with an obliging smile.
“Oh yes we will settle this once and for …urghh,” Mulroney couldn’t finish his sentence. His vision blurred and his lungs seemed to refuse to taking in the air. He found himself writhing on the floor like all his officers, desperately struggling for breath.
“Argh ...fuck ... wha...?” He tried to aim the gun at the Korean but found that his arms did not follow his command. A strange weakness was spreading throughout his body. What was going on? Huang squatted down at his side and wrestled the gun from his numb hands.
“It’s settled then,” he said, “ almost…”
“What you are feeling is a result of our biochemical research. Truly amazing, don’t you think?” Huang asked while two monks hauled the dazed Commodore up and seated him on the leather command chair.
Mulroney’s eyes were wide open. A primal fear of suffocation swept his rational thinking away, as he struggled to breath with gaping mouth.
“This agent, that you and your men are experiencing, was distilled from the man juice that was provided by the pride of Western armed forces - most of them from your country. You should be proud! I think it is so potent because of the virility of your men. But again, as pride has its price the agent affects your kind of breed the best and leaves us Asians unharmed. Brilliant isn’t it?”
The Commodore was still coughing but somehow the paralysis of his lungs was subsiding. Huang gave an order to the two monks who flipped the big man’s legs in the air. The Speedo was pulled down to below the buttocks and upper thighs.
“W-what is this? Get your hands off me, you …” Mulroney coughed and struggled weakly. One of the monks stood behind the chair and pulled his ankles up forcing the thighs down on his chest.
“I feel it is just fair that you contribute to our research as well.” Huang nodded to the other monk, who sank down on his knees. His tongue started licking the Commodore’s now exposed hairy balls.
“Fuck! No! Get off you pervert!” Mulroney was writhing in the monk’s grip.
“Relax Admiral, we are just polishing these nice jewels of yours.”, Huang said gleeful, ”you, like your men will provide us your juice, uhm … genetic material for large scale bio-chemical production.”
“No way, you bastard!” one of the officers yelled in fury and charged at Huang. Red Guard guns aimed at him but Huang stopped his soldiers by a wink of his hand. His other hand was already closing around the attacker’s throat. The officer who was still weak from the bio-agent was stopped as if he had hit a concrete wall. His eyes bulged.
“Ughh,” a stifled groan came from his mangled throat. He twitched some moments in the merciless grip until Huang’s fingers on his carotid arteries were cutting off the blood supply to his brain. The officer was already unconscious when his body hit the floor.
“It would have been a waste to kill such a manly subject,” Huang sneered,” but as I said, before that pathetic interruption, you and your men will squirt for our needs. Only you will have the privilege that we make this a pleasurable experience. Oh I see you are enjoying it already…”
The monk had started to softly caressing Mulroney’s cock while he was chewing the balls. The Commodore felt the betrayal of his body, but in his weakened state he couldn’t fight the sexual attacker.
“Get away from me you pervert faggot,” Mulroney attempted feebly to push the monk’s head away, while his cock was hardening.
“Your men will be sent off to our facility, where we will do the milking in a more mechanical way.” Huang continued his lecture. “You have of course realized that your female staff has no place in that scheme.”
“You bastard, I swear if you murder them … ohhh,” the Commodore fought against a wave of arousal. His toes were curving.
“No reason to worry about this,” Huang laughed, ”we don’t let anything go to waste. Our friends from the Arabian Gulf will pay a fortune to own your precious beauties.”
“Fucker!” Mulroney’s face had turned crimson from both grim fury and hot arousal. His erect cock was dancing between the monk’s fingers. Huang saw that the spit covered balls had attached themselves to the base of the throbbing admiral’s dick.
“I think you are almost ready,” Huang opened his robes and lowered the baggy pants.” If you will do me the honor assisting me as well?!!
Mulroney’s eyes widened when the Asian pulled his dick from his robes.
“No way! Fuck off you faggot … no leave me!” Mulroney ranted while his legs were spread wide open. Huang climbed on the armrests and presented his manhood to the shocked American.
“As I said before, Admiral, you should be proud,” Huang forced his dick between the reluctantly opening lips,” …proud to serve Master Huang.”
“Uungh…nnoo…mmpfff,” The Commodore tried to spit the Asian cock from his mouth.
“You are about to experience Asian superiority at its finest and I assure you, you will find it most beneficial.” Huang guided Mulroney’s head up and down his cock making him cough and retch.
“Noo! Mmm…g-get off you ummmff,” Mulroney struggled desperately.
“Your decadent Western culture dictates you to feel inferior just because of your age, isn’t it?” Huang sneered. “You are considered being useless the older you turn and that is why you desperately try to keep your body in shape, faking it being young. But you aren’t. Right now you are an old weak man who sucks the dick of a young virile hunk.”
The Commodore’s eyes bulged when Huang thrust his cock deep down his throat, burying the gargling man’s nose in his pubic hairs.
“We Asians, however, embrace age. Once you accept our way of life we will honor you with respect. Same as you respect me now, isn’t it? You do respect me, huh?” Huang retracted his now fully erect manhood from Mulroney’s mouth.
“No you miserable gook, I despise you!” Mulroney tried to wriggle himself away, but his strength was gone. Huang handled him with ease like a rag doll without its own will.
“You are a miserable cock-sucker, but you will learn,” Huang climbed form the chair, his erect cock was bobbing proudly, ”you will learn to respect my dick!”
Huang discarded his robes. He pushed the monk away and grabbed the American by the hollows of his knees. His cock was gliding between the shaven butt-cheeks.
“No! Not that!” Mulroney was writhing under him. His cock was still jacked by one of the monks. Some officers turned away unable to watch the utmost humiliation of their Commander.
“Never!” the Commodore clenched is ring muscle as tight as possible, but Huang’s rod poked like a steel bar. It bent slightly as it was prevented to enter, however, it stubbornly insisted. The Korean knew that sooner or later the sphincter would relax.
“I will pop your Admiral’s cherry,” Huang was rocking his body, wriggling his hips in a circular motion.
“No way…” Mulroney croaked hoarsely. Despite his efforts he sensed that he wouldn’t be able to keep his ass tight shut for any much longer. His sphincter twitched.
“Uh…uh,” Hunag sneered and thrust again.
“Shit! Fucker!...Aaawwwwww!” the deflowered Commodore howled in fury.
Huang let his erection glide alongside the slippery chute until it rubbed across the damp nutsac and back again until he saw from Mulroney’s startled expression that the body under him was reacting to the stimulation of the sensitive ass hole.
“Don’t fight me,” Huang sneered,” you like that, huh, that is why you are shaving your ass.”
“No, oh fuckin’ shit, this ain’t right,” the Commodore was moaning. He realized in terror that he was losing all inhibitions.
“Yes, give in to it,” Huang’s voice was oozing triumph. He felt the first thrusts when Mulroney’s hips were starting to respond.
“Ff-fuck you!,” Mulroney’s head shook right and left when he tried to clear his mind from the temptations of his loins. His balls were aching, demanding relief.
“Yes atta boy!” Huang teased. The Commodore’s hips were now bucking up and down in a regular rhythm. When his cock was sliding over the sphincter he sensed the muscle relaxing. Soon he would be invited.
“Oh no, oh no …arrghhh,” Mulroney’s back arched when all of a sudden, the cum in his balls seemed to churn up.
“Let him!” Huang ordered the monk to stop the strokes. It was too early to make the American cum.
Mulroney’s body was sweaty and it went into a shiver. He knew that the Korean was holding him close to the point of no return. The sensations became overwhelming. He couldn’t remember having ever experienced that level of lust with any of the many women he had. He didn’t know that he was sharing this experience with Dwight who had found that no other man could give him the pleasures he was receiving from the Korean. Dwight got addicted to Huang’s way of making love and couldn’t wait to get fucked silly night after night.
The Commodore’s body went rigid. He threw his head back into his neck. His pre-cum oozing cock was helpless flipping on his abs, but he could not yet find the relief his body was craving for so urgently.
“What the fuck! Hit me man! Give it to me!” Mulroney was now looking straight up into Huang’s eyes. His ass moved up offering itself obscenely to the invader.
“As you wish!” Huang hissed, thrusting his boner through the opening ring of ass muscles.
“Oh yeah, fuck! That’s it!” Mulroney hollered. And then the fucking started. Mulroney had often wondered what it would feel being deflowered. Now he knew it. It hadn’t hurt as he had been expertly prepared by Huang and so he was howling uninhibitedly indulging in a mind-boggling agony of lust.
“Oh shit that feels ssoooo good,” he yelled,” harder fuck me harder, faster now!”
The crew on the bridge was watching in shock and awe.
“Do you want to cum?” Huang’s face was flushed now as well.
“Yeah! I wonna cum! You damned fucker! Don’t slow down. Harder! Uhhhh!” Mulroney was in despair.
“Beg me! Plead for it!” Huang sneered.
“Oh you son-of-a-bitch! You fuckin’ tease!” Mulroney squirmed.
“Uhh…I wanna cum, pleeze make me shoot my fuckin’ load,” Mulroney hollered.
“Argh! Fuck! What do ‘ya want? Fuck me brains out! Make me cum!” Mulroney was showing signs of madness.
“Not good enough!”
“Oh please let me cum. I am all yours, “ Mulroney sobbed, “ I am your fuckin’ whore, I am your bitch, take the ship but take me first. Man! Come on, do me, NOW!!!
“Here you go!” Huang buried his dick up to the hilt inside the Commodore’s ass.
“Eewwww!” Mulroney let out a shriek of sheer ecstasy, his body reared up from the chair and then his bloating mushroom head without being touched erupted. String after string of white churning man seed squirted against Huang’s chest and then across his own chest. Some drops were dripping from his chin, when he felt Huang’s dick swelling inside of him.
“Urrgh!” Mulroney’s final grunt of primal lust indicated that his innards were flooded by the Korean’s man seed. Huang had conquered the American leader who lay back with a smile of satisfaction on his flushed face.
“Take him to the temple and extract what’s left in his nuts,” Huang ordered derisively.
“You devil! I don’t know how you made me do what I just did,” Mulroney struggled wildly in the grip of the two monks, “but you won’t get away.”
“Oh really?” Huang looked at the Commodore with arrogant compassion,”… and what would stop me?”
“Do you seriously think you can just snatch an aircraft carrier and walk away with it?”
“Certainly,” Huang replied with glee,” in only one week from now your proud ship will be dismantled and the steel melting in our smelters. The technology will of course be explored and I am sure, we will find a lot of people interested in buying it from us, don’t you think so as well?”
“Pirate, you are a pirate without honor!” The Commodore responded with a furious roar that triggered a wild, raucous laughter from the scarlet-clad Asian.
* * *
In another part of the carrier, Taylor had given up calling for help. His throat was sore and his voice hoarse from yelling. The cabin Cliff had chosen for his confinement was far away from the crew quarters. Naked and frustrated to have fallen for Cliff’s set-up he had slumped to the floor. His misery got even worse when the air-con stopped working and the lights went off. Thinking that Cliff would return ready to have his way with him and that nobody even knew of his whereabouts made Taylor almost panic.
Then, there was a sound on the outside and the door opened. Taylor blinked into a glaring flash light. His fear took finally over.
“Hey man , I am sorry, “ he pleaded in a shrill high-pitched voice,” I might have been gone a bit too far, but you taught me a lesson … I am good now… I… I.”
“Shut up fag, or do ‘ya wanna get us caught,” Taylor recognized Craig Braddock’s manly voice muffled by a mouthpiece. The beefy Lieutenant was wearing his black neoprene shorty, wet socks and a diving mask, which was pushed up to his front head. He was armed with a harpoon gun and a big combat knife in a leg sheath.
“What do you want from me?” Taylor shrieked when Craig entered the cabin.
“Shhh! You asshole! Will you shut the fuck up!” The big Seal hissed angrily.
“Here put this on!” he had brought a short wetsuit, with mask and mouth piece like he was wearing.
“They have fucked us pretty bad,” Craig told Taylor the story. ”Now the gooks are all over the ship, taking us down with a fuckin’ gas or something. It just fucks us, but not them, so ‘ya better breathe through the mouth piece all the time. Luckily Cliff told me that he locked you up here inside, so me was thinking you might be ok from the gas I mean.”
“What happened to my brother and the others?” Taylor was pulling the wetsuit over his shoulders.
“Their plane went down,” Craig helped him to close the zipper on his back,” I don’t think they made it.”
“No!” Taylor turned around, tears filling his eyes.
“That’s not true! You are a bloody liar! That ain’t true…” his fists hammered against Craig’s sculpted chest. The Seal hesitated for a moment. Then he pushed the sobbing young man away and seized his biceps with a grip that made Taylor wince.
“Listen, you wimpy fruit fly,” he said, holding Taylor tight. “You have to calm down, don’t piss me off? We might be the only ones who are still free. We are their only hope. We cannot let them catch us. We must get off this ship.” The Seal hated it, but he needed Taylor as a back-up.
‘It ain’t true, it can’t be true. Kyle is not dead,’ Taylor was thinking again and again while he was stumbling behind Craig through narrow aisles. He looked at the broad back of the Seal who was carefully checking each compartment, before he entered it. Miraculously they made it to a small bulkhead without being discovered. The shoreline was about half a mile away.
“Now we swim,” Craig looked over his shoulder and gave Taylor an encouraging grin. He had to keep the fruit fly in a good mood. Then they jumped into the sea. Used to water sports Taylor was in good shape and had no difficulty to keep up with the hunky Seal who pulled himself through the water with powerful strokes. They carefully avoided the armada of boats and rafts heavily loaded with crew members heading for the shore as well. Finally they made it to the beach and rushed from the water into the shelter of some nearby trees and shrubs.
“There is no point, we can do anything until it is dark,” Craig said,” they’ll catch us easily. Let’s get some sleep. At night we try to get to the temple and try to do something about the crew. If I can free my squad we have a good chance.” And then I can get rid of you faggot pussy , he thought to himself.
Taylor didn’t reply. Feeling miserable about his brother’s fate, he just sat down on a tree stump and stared to the ground.
“I‘ve gotta take a shit,” Craig said. He turned away heading to some nearby bushes.
“You are not leaving me, are you?” Taylor asked fearfully.
“Here take this,” Craig handed him the harpoon gun. He knew it would be useless, if the young man was discovered, but he wanted to give him some assurance. He gave Taylor a final thumb up and disappeared in the bushes. He found a place that was well enshrouded by shrubs, peeled the wet suit from his shoulders and pushed it down to the ankles. He squatted and relieved himself, arms resting on his thighs.
The forest was awkwardly silent. There weren’t even the usual sounds of birds and monkeys. Although the place was well shielded from the sun by the dense foliage, the heat of the day started already to kick in. Moisture evaporated from the rain soaked ground and increased the humidity. Beads of sweat were running down Craig’s hunched back. His eyes were surveying the green wall of leaves right in front of him. It was amazing how many different shades of green Mother Nature was able to generate he thought and then Craig froze.
Right from within the dense foliage a pair of brown eyes was staring at him. The green wall parted and the muzzle of a gun appeared pointing straight at Craig’s face. The Seal knew better than to move. He waited motionless until the owner of the gun appeared as well.
The grinning Red Guard was looking down on him. Craig started slowly to rise.
“Easy buddy,” he said. A warning wink with the gun made him fall back on his heels.
The Asian moved the gun closer until it almost touched the tip of Craig’s nose. The Seal held his breath. His trained eyes recognized that the weapon was unlocked. A slight touch on the trigger and his head would be blown off his shoulders. Sweat formed in his arm pits while he slowly raised his hands to show that he was unarmed. He didn’t look into the enemy soldier’s eyes in order to avoid anything that might have been perceived as provocation.
The muzzle touched his lips. Craig looked up, very slowly. The Asian was grinning and opened his mouth. Craig’s lips opened slowly. The grin on the soldier’s face broadened.
When the muzzle of the gun entered his mouth Craig swallowed hard. The sharp metallic taste of weapon oil filled his palate. He was still looking up at the Red Guard who made now an unmistakable gesture. Slowly Craig started to chew on the gun. The Asian pushed it deep into his throat making him choke and pulled it back until it almost flipped from his mouth. A chuckle came from his side and from the corner of his eyes, Craig saw other Red Guards appearing from the shrubs. Soon, five well-armed Koreans were looking down on him.
He was pushed down on his knees. Calloused hands seized his head and made him bob on the barrel. The first Red Guard was holding the gun now by one hand only. With his free hand he pointed to Craig’s groin and made a pumping motion.
“Uhmmm,” Craig shook his head to signal that he was not willing to accept that kind of humiliation. The eyes of the Asian turned into a menacing stare. Craig’s head was firmly pulled back into his neck while the barrel entered his throat. One of the Asian’s pulled Craig’s combat knife from the leg sheath and reached down to the Seal’s balls.
“Urghh..ghhh..ghhh,” Craig was retching and coughing, but it did not help. The gun was so far deep down his throat that it did cut his air supply. He would either suffocate, been shot or castrated unless he …
His hand traveled down between his thighs and closed around his flaccid dick. Slowly he started to slide his hand up and down the meaty shaft. The gun was slightly pulled back, giving him space to breathe. Saliva was pouring from the corner of his mouth while he was sucking on the barrel and pumping himself. Sneering laughter came from the Red Guards.
Taylor heard the laughing men and skulked to the bushes where Craig had disappeared. He froze in shock watching the five Red Guards surrounding the sweaty, muscular Seal, who was down on his knees jacking his man meat. Taylor recognized that Craig had no chance to resist. His mouth was gagged with a gun. His ankles were trapped in the wetsuit and a knife was pressed into his balls. The enemy was simply too many.
The Asians were humiliating their victim by caressing his body, obviously trying to arouse him against his will. One Red Guard stripped from his uniform jacket and rubbed his naked chest against the Seal’s bare tattooed back. He hugged him from behind and played with his nipples applying love bites in his neck.
Craig felt a hot surge rushing through his body. His cock twitched in his hands strongly responding to the stimulations. The flushed skin told the tormentors that they were on the right track. The first Red Guard pulled the gun from the coughing Seal’s mouth and before Craig could catch his breath the muzzle was replaced by a quickly swelling dick.
The Seal realized that the soldiers were now focused on having their way with him. They wanted to satisfy their lust rather than killing him. His combat-trained mind recognized a chance to get away. It just required playing their game and to wait for a moment of distraction. Males were susceptible to their sex drive by nature. These gooks were no different. These fucking slit-eyes were fags, he could sense it. They got off on his man’s body, he knew that. He could read it from the lecherous look on their faces.
A bold plan came into shape in his mind. Carefully chewing on the dick, Craig had no illusions that they would rape him in the end. It had been a shock getting fucked by Mike, but now Craig was cool about it. He was not gay, no way, but these mother-fuckers were and he would turn this to his advantage. Yeah , he thought, have your fun with me ass-holes, exhaust yourselves and get careless. That’s what I need.
Craig grinned inwardly about the small dick that had been put into his mouth. Asians were definitely handicapped, he thought. He boldly closed his hands around the Guards hips, cupped his buttocks and started to suck the dick in earnest. After a tense moment of silence the soldier said something in his language and the other Guards laughed. The soldier kneeling behind him was now stroking the big American’s dick. Craig felt himself responding quickly. Good , he thought, now I’ll show you gooks what a real man does look like . He sucked the dick in his mouth for all he was worth. There were only the jingling of his dog tags and gobbling sounds. Then he was rewarded by a strangled grunt from the Korean. As he had expected, the gook wouldn’t last long. Craig could hardly keep himself from laughing.
The gasping Guard rolled his eyes in despair, but it was too late. His body reacted, driven by primal instinct. He grabbed the cropped head and shot his cum into the Seal’s mouth. When the squirts stopped, Craig did not release the shuddering man but continued to play with his tongue over the sensitive glans.
“Urrgh!” the Korean squeaked and pulled himself away. One down already, that wasn’t so bad after all. Gleefully Craig watched the soldier hollering, swaying in front of him on buckling knees. The others were cheering enjoying the predicament of their comrade who recovered slowly, his semi-erect cock now visibly shrinking.
Craig was still kneeling and obviously enjoying being jacked off from behind. He spread his arms wide to offer the “Red Guards” a clear view to his fully aroused cock. This would do the trick and once those fags were drooling over his man’s body he would take them down.
“Yeah, that’s what a real man is like,” the hunk couldn’t hold back any longer. He pushed the hand away from his cock and started jerking his own meat with sure, firm strokes.
“Yeah, urrgh. Here it cums!” It took just a few strokes and a powerful gush of hot cum squirted high in the air, hitting the boots of the surprised Guard in front of him.
The soldiers cheered again, obviously impressed that he was able to keep hard despite the cum shot. Two more were putting their guns aside and joined actively.
“Yeah, come to Papa,” Craig muttered. He rose and stripped the wetsuit from his ankles. He moved slowly to show that he was not intending to attack. At the same time he flexed his muscles to impress the watching Koreans. Naked apart from his dog tags and the wet socks the burly Seal towered over the smaller Asians and he was sporting a raging boner. The soldiers froze, staring in awe at the 10 inch erection. A moment later they were all over him. His plan had worked better than he could have wished. His stamina would be more than they could handle.
Taylor raised the harpoon gun. He needed the Seal and he had to help him. May be with the distraction they would be able to seize at least one gun and then the big Lieutenant would be able to take the Guards down. The jagged arrow-head of the harpoon pointed at the naked back of one of the Koreans who was just stripping one of the wet socks from the Seal’s foot.
Taylor’s finger was closing in on the trigger when a hand closed over his mouth with brutal force. He was held in an iron grip and the harpoon gun was wrestled from his hands. His legs were pulled up by a second attacker rendering him completely helpless. In panic is body reared up and down but he could not escape. The attacker who was gagging him with his hand forced his head back so that he could see his captor.
“Mm-ke!” the muffled grunt of surprise was stifled by Mike Johnson’s hand. The Private was grinning down on him and signaled him to stay quiet. Taylor nodded and Mike released him. The man who was holding his legs grinned and released him as well. Soon Taylor would learn, that he was one of the pilots who had been able to escape from the doomed Hercules. Mike led Taylor away from the clearing, where the Red Guards had their way with Craig.
“We have to help him, we can’t leave him,” Taylor sputtered as soon as they were out of hearing range.
“Oh don’t you worry your big friend is safe,” Mike grinned, obviously enjoying Taylor’s puzzlement.
“What about my brother?” a sudden sadness overcame Taylor.
“Kyle is enjoying himself in the temple, although he might not feel it this way,” Mike’s wicked grin broadened.
“What are you talking about? Craig said the plane went down and that there is little hope and, and,” Taylor was lost.
“Well, we have found ourselves an ally,” Mike turned and now Taylor saw the small, bald shaved Asian in his gray cotton trousers.
“My name is Eng-Lok,” the monk bowed politely,” and I convey a message from Grand-Master Gao-Ban.”
Meanwhile Craig’s ass was hugging the muddy ground. His tattooed back was comfortably resting against a moss covered tree trunk. By now, all five Red Guards had stripped their uniforms. One lanky guy straddled him and lowered his ass carefully on the American’s man-meat.
“Yeah it’s big, huh?” Craig grinned.
The Guard grinned back revealing a number of gashes in his teeth and seized the Seal’s broad shoulders. Impaling himself on Craig’s monster cock with an impressive girth of 6 inches did obviously hurt, but he wanted it and now it was too late to back off in front of his buddies. Finally he managed to take the hefty shaft. The Korean squatted and started to bend his knees, riding the Seal’s cock. His face was contorted while he fought with the huge fuck pole that was impaling him.
“Uh yeah you are tight man, really tight,” Craig groaned in pleasure. Another soldier gently bent his head back and straddled his face. The Seal’s short protest was muffled by the buttocks that silenced him and he had no choice but to dart his tongue into the warm chute.
He couldn’t see that the other two soldiers were winding the belts from their discarded uniforms around the tree trunk on both sides of him. His hands were gently guided away from the hips of the soldier, who was now accelerating his ride, until his arms were wide-spread. The belts were firmly tied around his wrists, securing the big man to the trunk.
Craig struggled angrily. His biceps bulged. He couldn’t tear the bonds holding his wrists, but his right hand almost slipped free. Quickly the Koreans looped two more belts around the trunk. This time they fastened the tethers across the flexing biceps. Now Craig’s arms were firmly secured. His bare foot slipped on the muddy ground when he tried in vain to get some leverage.
“Mmmpffff, shit!” The Guard was now giving him a pounding fuck ride. He had adjusted to Craig’s hefty meat and found a comfortable rhythm. The stimulation of the tight ass was so intense that the Seal knew he wouldn’t last long. The soldier rose from his face and started to jerk his throbbing boner. Between the thighs of the straddling guard, Craig saw the grinning face of the soldier who was riding him.
“Yes man. Ouuhhh … yes … you are doing it. Argh! Fuck yeah!” Craig erupted inside the Guard. He was gasping for air.
“Ayyehh!” the soldier who was riding him couldn’t hold back as well. Craig felt a warm load of jism spraying right in his face.
Not without difficulty the Guard on his cock had disengaged himself. He shook his head and grinned sheepishly at his comrades. Craig’s juice was dripping from his asshole and running down his legs. He grinned again at the Seal who was catching his breath and walked to the bushes to catch his shirt. He used the sweat stained fabric to rub his legs clean.
“Not bad, huh?” Craig said hoarsely.
A finger tipped against his chest. He turned his head and saw another Guard squatting over his dick. This soldier was as small as his comrades, however, his body was a package of sculpted muscles. He looked defiantly at the Seal while lowering his butt on Craig’s dick guiding the man meat between his muscular cheeks.
“Huh…huhhh..awww,” the Korean hollered trying to cope with the huge dick challenge. Clenching his teeth and gathering all his courage he dropped his hips in one fast move.
“Shit!” Craig uttered a guttural grunt. His boner was again tautly sheathed. The brawny Guard steadied himself against the Seal’s chest and impaled his ass with one mighty thrust up to the hilt on the hefty shaft.
“Aww!” the Seal winced as his balls were squeezed under the firm buttocks. The Korean grinned painfully, but rose and pounced again. This time Craig was prepared and countered with an upward thrust that made the Asian groan. The Guard rose in reflex and Craig who had expected this reaction hammered his man meat once more up the tight ass. This time the husky soldier shrieked. He lost balance and impaled himself again deeply on the Seal’s fuck pole. This time it had found the prostrate, forcing a hoarse lustful bark from the Guard.
“You like that, faggot, huh?” Craig slammed his hips up lifting the Guard clear off the ground. The Korean soldiers watched in shocked surprise as the tethered American made their muscular comrade bounce on his dick like a howling, wincing puppet.
“Aaayehh! Ahh…ahhh…ahhgg…”, the Guard groaned.
Both brawny bodies were quickly soaked in sweat. Craig’s face was contorted from the effort, but he bucked his hips relentlessly.
“Ohhh..uhhh…wooaaa,” high-pitched shrieks came now from the skewered Korean, who couldn’t disengage himself. The others were chuckling about the obvious predicament, of their comrade, who had a bad reputation as a bully. They cheered the American on to fuck the shit out of the hapless Guard.
“Yeah, look at you, muscle-head, this is how I fuck ‘ya, and this is how I fuck ‘ya all ‘ya bloody gooks,” Craig roared and cursed.
In the end even the Seal was exhausted and had to slow down. The workout had depleted a lot of his stamina and he felt close to another climax. The Korean propped himself on Craig’s heaving chest. Blood-shot eyes were glaring at him.
“Finished already?” Craig grinned back.
“Aaaeeiihhhh!” The Guard bellowed enraged. His fingers clawed in Craig’s hard pecs making the American howl in pain. The Guard started to pound on the Seal’s cock mustering all the strength that was left in him.
“Fucker!” Craig retaliated with a number of hard upward thrusts that made the Asian shriek. He lasted 6 thrusts and then the orgasm hit him with an avalanche of lust.
“Uhhh… fuck!” he arched his back and shot his load inside the howling Guard who came as well, spraying Craig’s chest and face with an impressive series of cum shots. When the simultaneous climax subsided both men rested exhausted. The Korean finally raised his head and nodded in appreciation. He got up and Craig’s half deflated dick plopped on his strained abs.
“Wow…” Craig felt dazed. This one had been tough. His body was still shuddering in the aftermath of the powerful orgasm. He had to focus on his plan, could not permit himself getting carried away. Somebody seized his semi-hard baby-maker. Craig looked up and saw the fifth soldier. He was the youngest member of the squad with a boyish face that was wearing a shy smile. A light shadow above his lips indicated a slowly growing mustache. He had a lanky but nevertheless sinewy body that was well tanned. Unlike his comrades he was wearing a loin cloth.
“What? Aren’t you a bit too young boy?” Craig sneered,” better run to your Mom before you get hurt.”
The young Guard did not seem to understand. He lowered his eyes as if he didn’t dare looking at the muscular stranger. Scrawny almost lady-like fingers fumbled gently with Craig’s balls, which were visibly shrunken. He looked insecure at Craig.
“Don’t be afraid, boy,” Craig rasped in a husky voice. The gentle touch triggered a tingle in his groin.
The young Guard returned a shy smile and talked to his comrades, who started to grin. One of the soldiers was searching the shrubs until he found a bush that was growing a cucumber like gourd. He made a satisfied grunt and ripped it off. With his combat knife he cut the 18 inch long gourd into half. The young guard offered one half to Craig. The vegetable was filled with a greenish, pulpy juice and small, hard, dark brown, jelly-like soft seeds.
The scrawny Asian looked encouraging and Craig opened his lips. The young soldier fed him the fruit and turned it emptying the entire sweet, gooey content into his mouth. The juice was dripping from the corners of his mouth on his sweaty chest. The fruit was delicious.
“Mmm…nice,” Craig nodded grateful while he was chewing.
The boyish soldier spat into the remaining half of the cucumber and with a quick move put it over Craig’s softened cock.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Craig protested in surprise.
The young soldier started to pump the big Seal’s shaft; first slowly then increasingly faster. The gooey pulp made the cucumber slide smoothly up and down the shaft. Inside the tight fitting gourd a vacuum was forming. The juice of the fruit sizzled on his dick head. It seemed to heighten the sensitivity of the mushroom head.
“Oh yeah!” Craig groaned as he felt renewed arousal. His entire cock was on fire.
“Yeah, faster!” Impatiently he was tearing at his bonds. The young soldier grinned knowingly. He pumped now harder. The gourd was warming up and Craig felt a tremendous stimulation from both the suction and the friction.
“Uhh…that feels…good,” New sweat was forming on his body. At the brink of surrendering himself to the pleasurable sensation he managed to regain his composure. He had to stay in charge and could not permit himself indulging in lust.
“Slowly boy, slow it down …uhhhh,” He tried to wiggle away but with his tied arms the small soldier had no problems to follow his squirming hips. Trying as he might he felt the soaring urge to release another load of his man’s seed. He concentrated on regaining control of the carrier and taking down the temple, but the urge to cum could no longer be neglected. His body protested the denial of relief. He felt his heartbeat pulsing in his loins. A hot wave of arousal flushed from his groin to his head.
“Ohhh… shit.. you make me shoot my fuckin’ load,” Craig had cum too many times to be able to control his climax. His body was in sexual heat and the young soldier had managed to fire him up to the maximum. Every stimulation was equally torment and arousal. The boy pumped him closer and closer to emission. Craig clenched his teeth and closed his eyes surrendering himself to the approaching orgasm.
The pumping stopped, leaving the rock-hard shaft twitching in the heated sheath.
“What? Uhhh fuck…ahhh,” Craig opened his eyes. The soldier was hunched over his torso and was licking the sticky juice from his chest. The Seal let out a helpless squeak when the warm moist tongue was licking teasingly his hard man tits. His head lolled back and the tongue followed to lick his exposed throat. The soldier was reaching behind and started again moving the gourd up and down the rock-hard shaft. The suction seemed to reach all the way down into the aching balls. Craig felt his nuts contract. It was as if the last drop of his spunk was sucked away from his gonads and it felt so good.
“Oh shit oh fuck that is awesome! I can’t bear this ...huh...uhhh!”
The young sinewy body was all over him. There was a lick in his arm pits, then there was a bite in his left nipple that made him scream and then a soft kiss on the inflamed meat knob, soothing and arousing at the same time that made him moan. Only when the big man slumped exhausted in his bonds did the young soldier stop. He was kneeling between Craig’s thighs and pulled the gourd up. The strong vacuum kept the swollen mushroom head from slipping and simultaneously stretching the pulsing shaft almost painfully preventing the balls from connecting to the cock base.
“Ahhh….,” frustrated Craig stared helpless at the young Red Guard, waiting for whatever was to come. By now the boy played him like a fiddle.
The soldier nodded with a grin. His index- and middle-fingers moved down between the sweaty mud-covered buttocks. There was a soft poke and the fingers penetrated the tight rear channel. In one fluid motion the fingers reached as deep as it would go skillfully finding the prostrate. The young Korean knew exactly what he was doing and he did it expertly.
When he hit the prostrate forcing Craig to arch his back and to grind himself even further on the probing fingers, his thumb was deftly squeezing the taut sac both separating the aching balls and pushing them finally in position under the base of the stretched shaft.
“ Fuuuckk!” The Seal experienced the climax of his life. His cum was sucked right into the low pressurized fruit. The suction was so strong that the nuts contracted even further desperately trying to pump.
“Huhhhh!” The resulting climax forced the powerful body right into uncontrolled spasms. Craig’s head slammed against the trunk, almost knocking himself out. He didn’t know how long it took until he came around.
“Fuck!” the skin of his entire body was still sizzling. He felt that somebody was loosening the belts tying his arms to the tree trunk.
Somebody was slapping him in the face. Slowly the cob webs disappeared and he regained a clear vision.
The young soldier was lying at his side. He had caught the rapidly deflating monster cock and was slowly stroking it. He had cut the big white man’s fuck pole to size and unlike his comrades he was handling it now with ease. Even more, he had discharged the hunk’s canon thoroughly. The surrounding Guards were chuckling, pointing at the shriveled nut sac that was almost flat between the thighs.
Still stroking the softened cock the young Guard bent over the big body and started nibbling Craig’s man tits. He licked the sweat from the hard pecs and covered the throat with kisses. Craig’s hand rose to the Asian’s shoulder following an impulse to push him away, but then it remained a feeble attempt. He felt strangely attracted to the young Asian and found it difficult to accept him as an enemy. A confused expression appeared in the Seal’s face.
“I…I am no fuckin’ fag…I…”
The young soldier reached around Craig’s cropped head and pulled him close. The Seal looked into the intently looking brown eyes and before he could object, he felt the lips of the Asian on his mouth. At first the big body tensed, then it relaxed. His eyes closed and his lips parted in reflex. Then he tasted the Asian. It was for the first time to taste a man and Craig was surprised how much it turned him on. While the tongue was playing with his own, the hand around his shaft had stopped jerking him and rested warm on his balls. Overwhelmed by lustful arousal his strong arm reached around the young man’s shoulder and pulled him firmly into the kiss. At the same time his hand closed around his dick and started stroking.
“Ummmmpfff,” urgent muffled grunts came from the locked mouths.
When Craig’s hips started bucking the Guard’s hand moved down below the balls. A finger was poking against the sphincter and moments later Craig found himself undulating on the finger of the young soldier who was expertly guiding the hunk to the next climax.
“Huh, huh, huh,” He was breathing heavily now and the Asian was softly nibbling at his earlobe. Craig was pumping his redeveloped erection with both hands. His body was flushed and he smelt his own sweat.
“F-fuck,” he hollered. The urge to cum had taken control of his mind. But the earlier cum shots had taken their toll and he had to work hard for the release.
“Huh…urgh”, a strangled grunt came from his throat as he felt the familiar contractions forming agonizing slowly in his groin. His fists were clenched around his shaft pumping it ferociously, but he was so spent that he didn’t manage to climb over the edge to relief.
The young Guard read the frustration in the crimson face and talked to his comrades. Craig’s ankles were seized and the Asian soldiers pulled his feet up spreading his legs wide. The weight of his sweating body was now on his shoulder blades, however, he was so transfixed in reaching the climax, that he hardly noticed what was going on.
“Ahhhh..yesss,” he groaned as his toes were sucked. He was writhing in the young soldiers embrace, who pulled his finger from his ass and started slapping the muddy buttocks and that did it.
“Ohhhh fuck!” Craig’s muscular body reared up until he stood almost vertical on his shoulders. The Asian’s clinging to the long legs could hardly subdue the convulsing man.
“Urrgh…” a dribble of almost clear gooey cum spurted from the piss hole of the mangled dick and dropped into the contorted crimson face. That was all that the depleted balls had to give.
“Ahh…shit,” Craig’s eyes rolled back in their sockets while the climax went on, shaking his body and shattering his mind.
When he finally came back from the heights of his orgasm the realization sank in that he had sexually surrendered himself to a man. The big Seal was still confused but deep in his mind he accepted it and felt satisfaction. His intention to escape was gone. He became aware that the Asians were rubbing his sweaty body with damp moss that they had stripped from the tree trunk. His overheated body welcomed the soothing feeling.
The young Guard had pulled his legs against his chest and only now Craig realized that his ass had been conquered by the young man’s dick. He hadn’t even felt the penetration but he was ready to accept it. One of the Guards lowered the gourd to his mouth and the mixture of the fruit’s pulp and his own cum drooled into his mouth. The hunk swallowed thirstily. Then the Guard leaned into him pushing his legs down with surprising strength. He reached for Craig’s shoulders and raised his hips.
“Yeah, fuck me!” Craig’s voice roared, while the Asian dick pummeled his prostrate. The Guard fucked relentlessly and although Craig couldn’t cum anymore he was driven into a state of delirious arousal. His groans and moans of pleasure echoed across the clearing.
Reduced to a heap of sweating, panting muscle, he became the center of the Red Guards’ gang bang who took now turns in fucking him and feeding him their dicks. The jungle fuck went on and on and he liked it. They put him on all fours and fucked him doggie style. The muscular Guard lay down on his back and his comrades lifted the Seal impaling him on the dick of their friend. Craig was on his heels and elbows while he was fucked silly and when he became too exhausted, his limp body was bent over the tree trunk, both his ass and mouth stuffed with Korean man meat. It was in this position when the young Guard gave a final demonstration of his skills. He milked the flaccid dick of the meekly hollering man to an almost impossible erection and with a short slap on the balls a final spurt of cum was forced from the depleted nuts.
“Uhhh,” a weak yelp, and after a soft shudder the brawny body went silent.
“I think our friend has been turned into a quite skillful bottom,” Mike commented when he and his friends joined the grinning soldiers. Eng-Lok and the Red Guards exchanged friendly words.
The Abbott of the temple was held in high esteem among the villagers and the Red Guard squad, who had been recruited from the region, knew him well. Gao-Ban despised Colonel Kim Nang Po and he hated Dr. Takashima. During the war the Japanese had systematically destroyed Korean ancestral shrines in order to deprive the Koreans from their spiritual heritage. Gao-Ban would never forgive nor forget the shame and when he realized that Colonel Kim was collaborating with the arch-enemy, he had decided to help the Americans. When the Red Guards had reported survivors from the plane crash, Eng-Lok had been sent to intercept them.
“We spotted you all the way from the carrier,” Mike said, while Taylor listened in disbelief. “You never had a chance. But as things are, I felt some mind adjustment of the proud Seal was in order and our new friends here enjoyed it profoundly.”
The Red Guards had dressed again and grinned at Taylor, while they lifted Craig’s heavy body from the trunk. Taylor bent down and fetched the gourd.
“I wonder whether we can get those in the States…” he murmured.
“Hey, don’t you get any ideas,” Mike laughed, ”we still have got a job to do.”Next page