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The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
The Mission (Part 13)
"They are gone?! What do you mean, soldier?" Commodore Mulroney's face had turned scarlet.
"They are fuckin' gone, we have been fucked by the gooks...I...I don't know how...," Craig stammered still stunned by what he had just witnessed.
"I am not losing an entire elite squad to a fuckin' bunch of monks and fishermen!" the Commodore ranted.
"We could send in a bigger force and ...," Craig muttered.
"... and get fucked again?" Mulroney snapped.
The news of the disaster spread fast across the carrier. Dwight, Lee, Kyle, Chuck and Mike rushed to the bridge.
"Where the fuck is Taylor? Dwight asked.
"No idea," Kyle answered, "I thought he was with you." He looked at Mike.
"Nope," Mike shook his head.
"That is not good." Dwight frowned at Kyle," you have better control your brother, it is already difficult enough with the Commodore."
Already they heard Mulroney shouting from the distance.
"Controlling my brother?" Kyle muttered incredulously, " you must be kiddin'..."
"Batteries prepare for launch," Mulroney just ordered when they arrived on the bridge.
"Sir?," the gunner officer asked.
"You heard my order!" the Commodore bellowed.
"But ...," Craig started.
"What?!" Mulroney glared at him.
"Sir, with all due respect, there are still hostages in the temple," Dwight intervened.
"Fuck the hostages!" the Commodore fumed," right now as we are speaking my men are piled buck-naked and hog-tied like slaughter cattle on a truck heading for that fuckin' temple. I am not going to sit here playing idly with my balls to have `em added to your hostages."
"Batteries initiate launch sequence!" he ordered again," we blow that temple to hell before that truck arrives."
"But Sir!" Dwight objected.
"One more word and I have you court marshaled for mutiny," the Commodore said coldly.
"Batteries ready for launch, target acquired," the gunner reported.
"Batteries 1 thru 5 -- launch!" Mulroney commanded.
"Launch sequence initiated, launch in 5-4-3-2-1-0," the gunner counted down.
Five Cruise Missiles left their launch pods and carried their deadly loads towards the coast.
Alarms sounded throughout the temples underground facilities.
"Missile launch detected," a computer specialist yelled. The temple's data center had been upgraded by Dr. Takashima's assistance to a high-performance artificial intelligence computer system that could rival with the USS Vincent Mancroft's equipment.
Now this artificial intelligence calculated the heading of the approaching missiles. The Cruise Missiles were fast but for the artificial intelligence they moved at a snails pace.
Silent commands were transmitted to the TCUs that Colonel Kim had stolen from Camp Tango. High above the temple at the mountain slope loopholes opened. Red laser beams pierced the darkness of the rainy night and hit the incoming missiles.
"Targets acquired!" the specialist cheered," counter measures launched."
A swarm of small torpedo-like missiles launched and headed towards the Cruise Missiles.
"Sir, there is something on the radar..." the gunner said startled.
Five glaring explosions illuminated the sky high above the temple.
"They have taken down our missiles," Craig said in disbelieve.
"W-what? How, how is that possible?" for the first time the Commodore showed signs of shock.
"The TCUs," Dwight said quietly.
"It must have been the TCUs," the gunner agreed," they are using our own equipment against us."
"But.. that...that is outrageous," Mulroney ranted. "How can they, how dare they?"
"Sir, please," Dwight tried again." Let us get back to our initial plan. My men and I could enter the temple in a stealth operation. We would tag the target and then our missiles could go straight for the target. The TCUs wouldn't have time to react...and we could evacuate our men."
"Bullshit!" Mulroney grunted.
"Sir, he has a point," the gunner dared to speak up," if there are electronic tags at the target, I can direct the missiles manually on an erratic course. We can beat the fuckin' TCUs."
"Bullshit," the Commodore repeated. He looked at Dwight and his friends.
"If you fail I will launch a full attack with our jets. Good luck boys!" he said grimly.
"Sir, thank you Sir," Dwight replied," we won't fail you, Sir!"
The four Rolls-Royce Allison AE2100 turboprops with the six-bladed composite scimitar propellers lifted the C-130 J Hercules aircraft from the flight deck. Soaring into the dark sky the bulky aircraft was shaking in the heavy gusts in the aftermath of the taiphoon.
Dwight and his squad were dressed in full gear. Kevlar helmets with integrated radio equipment. Live sign sensors monitoring their bodily functions and transmitting them back to the carrier. Automatic handguns, grenades, combat knives completed the equipment.
Their camouflage-painted faces were tense as the friends focused on the mission. Kyle was highly concerned. They hadn't managed to find Taylor and although his brother wouldn't have been part of the squad, Kyle would have loved to give him a final hug before putting his ass on the line.
"There is something fuckin' wrong... ," Kyle rose from the bench and started walking up and down the aisle. The plane had now reached full altitude and was rapidly approaching the Nine Moon Mountains. Occasional lightning was illuminating the rocky slopes in an eerie bluish light.
"Sit down man, " Chuck grunted," you are making me nervous. The truth was, that Chuck was horned up as hell. His heavy cock was fully aroused from the excitement of the danger ahead. The crossed straps of his parachute were caressing his erection and the constant trembling of the aircraft emanating from the powerful engines stimulated him even further.
A red light was glowing and a buzzer sounded to tell the men that the jump was imminent. The big hatch opened.
"Shit! Get your ass on the bench," Dwight shouted at Kyle.
Suddenly disaster stroke: A lightning hit the metal body of the aircraft, momentarily disabling all electronic devices. The pilots tried feverishly to reboot the systems, while the plane was drifting off course.
When the Hercules reared in the grip of a powerful gust, Kyle's 240 lbs. body was lifted. He still struggled for balance when a second blow hit the aircraft. His head was smashed against the metal ridge of the hatch. The friends watched in horror as he was sucked out into the open air limp as a rag doll.
"Noooo!" Dwight shouted. But the only one who reacted was Chuck. Without hesitation he jumped head-on after his friend.
Kyle's slack body was sailing in the wind hardly visible in the darkness. Chuck straightened his body and aimed desperately at his friend. He was shooting like a torpedo through the gusty winds.
Above them one by one the squad members were stepping out of the plane that was struggling against the weather conditions. The mission was in havoc. They were far away from their destination and to make matters worse, they had been discovered by enemy radar and took fire from flak canons that were positioned in the forest below the temple.
Mike and the two pilots were the last ones to step out from the tumbling plane.
"Noooo!" Craig screamed on the carrier's bridge when the Hercules vanished from the radar screen. Seconds later a bright fireball signaled the crash near the beach.
"Yes! Oh my God I got you!" Chuck shouted as he managed to grab one of Kyle's legs. Slowly and with the power of all his muscles he virtually crawled up his friend's body.
Kyle was stirring slightly but still semi-conscious and oblivious to the dangerous situation. Then Chuck was face to face with him. He hugged the other Marine firmly in a close embrace.
"Hang on buddy," Chuck shouted and pulled the rip-cord.
The parachute unfolded but the descent was by far too fast. The weight of the two heavy men pulled them down with accelerated speed. Unable to get to Kyle's rip-cord and to unfold the second chute, Chuck threw away his handgun and the package of heavy equipment. He didn't know, if this would help, but at least there was less ballast pulling them down.
Then the tree tops appeared.
"Woooooowww!" Chuck howled.
The two friends were hanging embraced on each other for dear life. The branches hit hard into their faces, ripping off the helmets and cutting into exposed flesh. Within parts of seconds they had breached the canopy of the pine trees. The parachute got entangled and Chuck thought his back would break when the fall was abruptly stopped.
"Aaaargh!" he yelled in pain. The crossed straps were cutting into his groin. For a few seconds the two men were bouncing up and down, hanging from cracking branches. Then the chute ripped apart. Both Marines fell again into the darkness of the forest. Briars were shredding their clothes. Chuck heard a loud thud and realized it was his own body slamming into the muddy soil and then his world went dark.
Meanwhile pushed by the strong gusts Mike and the two pilots were driven far off the intended target zone. The three men had no choice but to land in a clearing somewhere in the coastal jungle.
Dwight and Lee were the only ones who made it close to the temple. They landed actually as planned in the anticline below the dark buildings.
"Ohhh! Shit!" When Kyle came around, his body felt as if he had been run over by a tank. He grimaced. Slowly he got up on his elbows and looked around. The sunlight was dimmed by the dense cover of the pine trees. A few feet away he recognized Chuck's body. The Lance Corporal lay motionless on his side. His uniform was shredded and the black T-Shirt hung more or less in pieces from the muscular torso.
Kyle registered that his gear was gone as well and that his clothes were in no better condition. Slowly he remembered being tossed against the hatch and than he had been falling until Chuck ...
"My God Chuck! Aaaarghhhhh!" Kyle shot up only to collapse in a moaning heap holding his sprained ankle. There was a nasty scratch on his left calf and the leg of the camo pants was torn.
Moaning in pain he crawled towards his friend. Chuck's eyes were closed; however, he looked peaceful as if asleep.
"Chuck! Wake up!" Kyle was shaking the Marine.
"Uhm...Wh-what has happ..." coughing and gasping Chuck blinked his eyes.
"Oh you are alive. Man I am so happy," Kyle was blubbering in happy exaltation.
Chuck looked at his friend with a smile on his face making Kyle interrupt his babbling.
"What?" Chuck asked.
"You saved my life, Bro," Kyle said," I will never forget that!"
"Sure, your ass is mine, I knew that already, Baby," Chuck grinned.
"You asshole!" Kyle threw his heavy body on top of his friend and kissed him passionately. Strong hands ripped the shredded remains of the T-Shirts from the chiseled torsos and soon the trousers had been pushed down to the ankles.
"Ohhh! FFfuuck! Maaaan! Yeahhhh!" the two big entangled bodies rolled in the mud accompanied by the sounds of raunchy man sex.
"Oh shit my leg! ....Too late to beg for mercy now, hehe...Fucker that's not fair! ... Shut up and spread `em, baby ... ". The two passionately love-making hunks were not aware that they had an audience.
Early before dawn Kua'i and Chul-Ba had left their parents' farmhouse at Suyang-Dong to collect wood for their mother's hearth.
"I wish the monks would send us one of the big white men, to do this boring job," Chul-Ba was grumbling.
Kua'i looked at his elder brother. Chul-Ba was 19 years old. He stood 5' 11'' tall and weighed 197 lbs. He had dark eyes and a snub nose. Usually he was wearing a friendly smile on his broad face, but at the moment he was in a sullen mood as always when they had to get up early. The stocky Asian had his head shaved bald. He was wearing black cotton pants and a sleeveless red colored vest of the same material.
Kua'i was entirely different from his brother. He had just turned 18 and was rather shy. He was 5' 8'' tall, lanky built weighing 140 lbs. His black hair tamed by a pony tail. Kua'i was dressed in grey cotton clothes. With his bigger brother in common he had his dark eyes. The long lashes and the usually melancholic look gave him a rather soft expression. The other boys in the village often made jokes about him, at least when Chul-Ba was not around.
Kua'i understood what his brother meant. Since recently the temple had started to provide workers to the poor villagers. At first the farmers were afraid of the muscular white men, who didn't speak their language. But then they had realized that they were good-natured, almost boyish handsome and very docile. They arrived in the wee hours of the morning and returned back to the temple after a hard day's work in the fields or in the farmhouses. Unfortunately their number was limited, although Gao-Ban the Abbott had told the village eldest that soon they would have helpers in abundance. Thus for the time being Kua'i and Chul-Ba had to continue their work on their own.
The brothers had walked far into the pine forest. The air was fresh after the night's rain and the soil muddy. Suddenly Kua'i heard animal-like grunts from ahead.
"That's a bear for sure," the younger brother flinched.
His brother frowned and picked a solid club from the wood they had collected.
"No don't go. It might kill you.." Kua'i tried to hold his brother back.
"Just stay behind me..," Chul-Ba was too curious to let go now. Cautiously the brothers crept through the bushes towards the source of the strange sounds.
There were two big white men apparently fighting each other for dear life. Both were naked except from the trousers which were down to their ankles and their heavy leather boots. The men were sweating heavily. Each had managed to trap the opponent's head between his thighs.
"They are killing each other," Kua'i was watching the scene with an open mouth.
"I am not so sure about that," Chul-Ba whispered with a grin spreading over his face.
"Everyone is saying, the men from the temple are nice and peaceful," Kua'i whispered while one of the fighters managed to get behind his opponent," those are not peaceful."
"They are not from the temple. Look they are not wearing these skimpy black briefs," Chul-Ba was adjusting his hardening cock," ... and they are pleasuring each other."
"You mean they like it?" Kua'i watched as one man grimaced in obvious delight while the other drove his manhood in and out his ass.
"Of course they like it. You see it is even better than what we are doing, while Mom and Pa are asleep." Chul-Ba crawled a bit further to get a better view.
"How would you know?" Kua'i was at his side in an instant.
"I am older than you and I know such things," his brother bragged.
"Only one year and you know nothing," Kua'i pouted.
Chul-Ba did not tell his brother about the visit of their cousin Ong-Ba from Pyongyang. The 24 year-old had seduced the naïve muscle-boy in the barn behind the farm-house. First it did hurt a lot but than Chul-Ba couldn't get enough. Watching the heated bucking he pondered whether he could get new pleasures from the big white strangers.
With his dick fully embedded in Kyle's tight ass, Chuck was lying heavily on his friend's broad tattooed back. He was nibbling at Kyle's earlobe, knowing that this drove his friend mad.
"Oh you -- you pay for th-thaaat...aaarghhh....," Kyle groaned as his control slipped away.
"Oh really?" Chuck panted hoarsely in his ear. His hands traveled down and seized Kyle's throbbing dick.
"You bastard!" Kyle hissed. Chuck's thumb rubbed agonizingly soft over his sensitive penis head.
"Yeah, I am a fuckin' bastard! And I am plowing you deep, Sarge. Do you like getting fucked by a lower rank?" Chuck mocked playfully. He thrust his hips forward ramming his rock-hard boner as deep inside of his buddy as it would go.
"Yes ..hard...fuck me hard man! Give it to me! Harder! More!" Kyle's eyes rolled back in their sockets in sheer delight. When he was with his brother he enjoyed the bottom role, being dominated by his smaller sibling.
Whenever he and Chuck made love, however, it never was sure who would end on top. Chuck's wrestling skills and passionate addiction to sex made up for Kyle's heavier and more muscular frame.
This time Chuck had won the top role. He knew that the nibbling at the earlobe combined with the steady milking of his cock would keep the bigger Marine weak. As soon as Kyle was instinctively responding to his thrusts by bucking his hips backwards, Chuck as well surrendered to his primal instincts. The surroundings blurred. Heavily sweating his flushed body hang on to his hunched friend. With closed eyes he sank his teeth into the meaty shoulder.
"Aaawwww!" Kyle yelled in ecstasy. Chuck was pumping him now with both hands. Again and again his aching balls connected with Kyle's when he buried his shaft up to the hilt into his friend's ass.
Kyle's arms finally buckled, unable to bear the weight of the two bucking bodies any longer. His cheek dug into the soft soil below. Only his ass was pointing up receiving a relentless thrusting from his hollering mate.
"Ohhh Shit...oh ff-ffuuck..I..I amm cuummmminnnn'!" Chuck's body convulsed. His bucking stopped abruptly while gushing his man juice up his friend's chute. Still quivering in the grip of his climax he mechanically pumped the meaty shaft of the moaning man below.
"UUurghh...unngghh...Ahhhhh!" Kyle howled into the muddy soil, while his white cum spurted to the ground between his knees.
"Oh shit!" he heard Chuck's startled voice. He felt his mate's weight lifting and the hefty dick was pulled with a soft plopping sound from his stretched ass. Kyle slowly raised his head. Chuck was still halfway hunched over his body.
"W-what?" then he saw as well the two Asians who had emerged from the shrubs.
They were young. The bigger one with a bald head was wearing a bright red sleeveless vest over his well-developed torso. His impressive biceps were bulging. Although he was holding a wooden club he didn't look menacing. The stocky lad was actually grinning and the bulge in the groin of his black pants told clearly what was on his mind.
The smaller one with a boyish look waited one step behind as if he was afraid. He was obviously thinking that his bigger friend could handle the situation. Suddenly sober, Kyle screened the surroundings. It seemed there were no others around and the two young men did not pose a risk for two well-trained recon-marines.
Chuck apparently was thinking the same. He was standing upright next to Kyle and buckled the belt of his pants. Feeling ridiculous kneeling naked with a dripping cock, Kyle hurried to get dressed as well. Their situation was anything but bright. They had lost all their gear and were left with shredded T-Shirts and clad in boots and pants without any arms and no communication devices.
"Aww! Shit!" he winced when putting his weight on his strained ankle.
Chul-Ba watched the bigger muscled man who had taken the other one's dick grimacing. He was obviously hurt.
"We should take them to the farm," he said to his brother," after this one is fixed, we'll have some nice helpers."
"I don't know," Kua'i hesitated," they might be dangerous."
Chuck heard the Asians talking to each other in a strange tongue.
"My friend needs help," he made a few steps towards the two young men. The bigger Asian raised his club.
"No, no. Don't be afraid we do not mean any harm," Chuck showed his empty hands as a sign of being unarmed.
"See, he is afraid," Chul-Ba said to his brother," they are surrendering."
The foreigner with the short-clipped hair continued to talk in his strange language. Kua'i felt he looked almost like his brother, only bigger.
"Help his friend, " Chul-Ba motioned to the strangers to follow.
The two marines were carefully approaching. Chuck pointed at his chest.
"I am Chuck!" he said. Than he pointed at Kyle.
"This is Kyle."
"Shug," the bigger Asian repeated," Quile."
"Chul-Ba," He pointed at his chest.
"Kua'i," said his friend with a wry smile.
Chul-Ba motioned to the two Americans again to follow them.
"Where are you taking us?" Kyle hobbled holding on to Chuck's shoulder.
They came to a small clearing. The two young men had gathered fire-wood which was left in two heaps. Chul-Ba lifted one of the heaps on his shoulder and pointed at the other wood pile.
"Take that!" he looked at Chuck.
"He wants him to help carry that shit," Kyle said," go ahead, I get along."
Chuck lifted the second heap on to his shoulder. The smaller Asian who had introduced himself as Kua'i took Kyle's arm and offered him to help.
"Thanks, " Kyle smiled down at the smaller Asian and Kua'i smiled back.
The dense forest was still protecting them from the heat of the day, but the humid climate demanded its toll. Although the wood pile on his shoulder was not very heavy Chuck was quickly working up some sweat.
He wiped his face with the back of his arm. Chul-Ba was leading them steadily uphill. His bare feet never slipped. The big muscled biceps were shining from sweat. Under the low hanging baggy pants Chuck could spot the outline of a pair of nicely sculpted firm butt cheeks. Carrying the wood pile seemingly without effort the vest had traveled upwards revealing the Asian's smooth brown skin. From time to time Chul-Ba looked back over his shoulder showing his spotless white teeth while grinning broadly. The big stranger behind him was not used to that kind of work. He was huffing and sweating profoundly.
"Shit," Chuck thought, "this boy is hot." Although he had just fucked hard, Chuck felt his dick twitching.
Finally the forest opened and the outskirts of a village appeared.
"Suyang-Dong", Chul-Ba pointed ahead. They arrived at a small farm and walked into the courtyard. Chul-Ba dropped his wood and nodded to Chuck to do the same.
A door opened and a man in his mid-forties appeared.
"Dad we have found us some helpers," Chul-Ba said proudly.
"Who are they? From the temple?," his father asked, looking suspiciously at the two strangers in their shredded clothes.
"They were in the forest," Kua'i said, "and one of them is hurt. Can't we keep them? All the others have already one."
"They are friendly," Chul-Ba looked pleadingly at his father.
The Marines watched the older Asian nodding and pointing towards a wooden barn on the opposite side of the yard. They smiled gratefully and turned towards the shed when the Asian shouted at them. Startled they turned. The man pointed at Kyle and then to the barn. Then he motioned Chuck to follow him.
While Kua'i helped Kyle into the barn, Chul-Ba's father led Chuck and his elder son, behind the farm house. He handed them shovels and said something to his son.
Obviously unhappy, Chul-Ba sighed and started to work on the small strip of cabbage field.
Chuck found the older Asian looking at him. He understood. They had to work if they wanted to stay. He sighed like Chul-Ba and started pronging. Chul-Ba's father grinned and turned to the house.
The sun was burning down merciless and both Chuck and Chul-Ba were working bare-chested. They could hardly communicate but both admired the other one's muscled body. Once in a while they took a break and poured fresh water from a well over their heated skin. At noon Chul-Ba's father -- Chuck knew now that his name was Pang-Hoi -- brought some bread and dried meat.
Chul-Ba and Chuck crouched in the shade of a tree and rested. The American's skin was sunburned and Chul-Ba's complexion looked as well darker than before. Chul-Ba took a small jar that his father had brought and Chuck understood that he wanted to rub him with some ointment.
Chul-Ba distributed the lotion generously across the big man's back and shoulders. It melted with the musky sweat and the hunk's approving grunt told him that he liked the relief provided by the treatment.
Chuck liked the cool soothing feeling of the ointment on his skin. He nodded to Chul-Ba who was rubbing the lotion into his hard pecs. The nails scratching on his burning skin made his loins stir. Shit he couldn't ... not here with that boy... he didn't even know whether the Asian would be game and the father could be back any minute.
Chul-Ba felt the muscles under his fingers tensing. The fleshy knobs in the center of the sculpted pecs were hardening against his palms. He looked up and found the big stranger staring down on him. The leering look of his eyes reminded him of his cousin who had tremendously enjoyed when Chul-Ba had played with his man tits. But here, he didn't know this big man and his father would certainly not approve. With a sheepish grin Chul-Ba lowered his hands and started to rub the ointment into the chiseled abs.
During the afternoon the sky was covering with clouds. The two were working until the first drops of rain fell on their shoulders. Then they joined Kyle and Kua'i in the barn.
The air was hot and sticky. Kua'i and Kyle had removed their shirts. They were sitting in the soft dry hay. Chul-Ba's brother had brought bandages and had wrapped a herbal plaster around the Marine's strained ankle. He had by now lost all fear and shyness. It was difficult to communicate but he did understand that the big white man who called himself Kyle was from Amarika, wherever this was. But it had to be a big country if all people over there were as big as the two men.
As soon as the pain in his ankle subsided, Kyle started some light exercises. Kua'i admired the flexing muscles of the big Marine while he was doing push-ups.
When distant thunder announced the regular afternoon rains, Chul-Ba and the other stranger entered. Both were sweaty from the hard work, their father had assigned to them, but seemed to be in a good mood.
"What is he doing?" Chul-Ba looked curious at Kyle.
"I don't know," Kua'i shrugged, "he started a while ago."
"Come on, buddy, I show you some moves," Chuck patted Chul-Ba's shoulder," I am a wrestler, ya' know?"
He dragged the confused Asian to the center of the barn and took him into a headlock. Chul-Ba reacted instinctively. His hand reached between the Marine's thighs and pummeled his crotch.
"Aww!" Chuck howled. He released his hold, but the butch Asian had already seized his leg behind the knee, while pulling his shoulder down with the other hand. Chuck's legs were flying and he landed heavily on his back in the soft hay. Chul-Ba was staring down on him.
"Well, that was a brilliant lesson!" Kyle burst laughing and now Chul-Ba and Kua'i started laughing as well, understanding that this was just fun and banter.
"No, you are not supposed to hit," Chuck grimaced and rubbed his pummeled balls. During the rest of the afternoon Chuck and Chul-Ba became wrestling buddies and achieved an even closer understanding for the needs of their bodies. Chuck had felt the Asian's erection through the baggy pants and his flushed expression when he was holding him tied told Chul-Ba that the big white man was game for some hot pleasure.
Late in the afternoon when the two were rubbing the sweat from their bodies with some handfuls of hay, Chul-Ba took Chuck's arm and pulled him to the door. He pointed across the yard to the farm house and to a window in the first floor. Then grinning deviously he put his finger across his lips, motioning silence. Chuck grinned back. He had understood the message.
Late at night the afternoon rain had turned into a heavy thunderstorm. Gusts hammered the barn and rain poured heavily. The barn was lit by a small lantern only. Chuck slipped his T-shirt over his head and took off the camo pants. He handed his dog tags to Kyle.
"They make noise when you fuck. Today, I am a stealth fucker." he grinned.
"This is madness," Kyle said," didn't your sex drive get you in enough trouble already?"
"Come on mate," Chuck said, "this is an innocent farm boy, not your vicious `lil bro, huh. Let me have some fun and I'll be back in no time. Now you relax and take care of your leg."
Chuck checked through a knothole in the gate whether the yard was clear. Rain was pouring heavily and no one was outside. He gave Kyle a thumbs-up and sneaked away.
"Crazy bastard," Kyle cursed. He hobbled to the gate and peeped through the knothole. He watched Chuck scurrying across the yard to the farm house. His skintight ass-hugging boxers were soaking wet and glued to his bubble butt..
Kua'i watched the big white man rushing across the yard. His brother threw a rope from the window. The grinning hunk climbed up in no time. He didn't need his naked feet and just relied on the strength of his arms. His white muscular body was glistening wet in the occasional flashing light of lightning. He threw one knee over the window ledge and a moment later he was inside.
Chul-Ba pointed invitingly to a bed in a corner. The Asian was naked already and Chuck wasted no time to slip from the wet boxers. Kua'i was naked as well. He was kneeling on his bed and watched with wide open eyes.
The big man kneeled between Chul-Ba's brawny thighs and squeezed the firm butt cheeks. Kua'i heard his big brother coo in obvious delight. Chuck spread the buttocks and spit a glob of his saliva into the smooth chute. It was at this moment when Chul-Ba realized that he was about to be fucked.
"No!" he wanted to rear up in protest, but Chuck's strong hand pushed him down on the bed. His other hand was reaming the spit along the ass crack.
"Uuuh!" Chul-Ba moaned. Incredible sensations spread from his rubbed sphincter throughout his body. His dick was hardening into an instant erection. Kua'i had never before seen his brother dominated like now in the hands of the big white stranger. Chul-Ba's arms and legs were writhing out of control. His bald head came up and he looked deliriously at his younger brother until a wave of lust forced him down, letting him bite into his pillow.
Chuck realized that he had the hunky Asian under his control. He could easily conquer the young stud right now, but the desperate wriggling turned him on as well. So he decided to extend the farm boy's sexual torture.
"You will remember that night for all your life, baby," Chuck rasped hoarsely and let his body fall heavily on the moaning muscle boy. Chul-Ba tried a weak escape with the little resistance that was left in him, but then Chuck reached down and when he felt a finger poking at his sphincter, the young Asian went slack in surrender. Chuck covered the shoulders of his prey with soft bites. He nibbled the ear lobes and smothered the wincing youngster with kisses.
In the end Kua'i had to watch as the big stranger turned his brother on his back. He was holding Chul-Ba's ankles and spread the legs, exposing the puckered hole. Kua'i's brother wriggled weakly, but there was no doubt he was primed for the taking. Chuck spat again between the sweaty cheeks and moved in position to fuck. He leaned forward taking Chul-Ba's legs with him down until the boy's knees almost touched his ears.
The Marine covered the Asian's mouth with a passionate kiss and waited until the resisting sphincter muscle relaxed. One well-trained thrust and the farm boy was his.
Chul-Ba was surprised. It had hurt much more when his cousin had deflowered him. When the stranger started to buck he found himself eagerly responding. Deep inside of him was a spot that sent shockwaves into his system when the dick hit it. Chul-Ba tried to accommodate the bucking man above him in a way that he was thrusting into that pleasure center as often as possible. His arms closed around the stranger's neck and he kissed him back as hot and passionately as the big man had started it.
Chuck was pleasantly surprised how quickly the Asian adapted. Without breaking the kiss he reached under Chul-Ba's body and pulled the younger man into a tight embrace.
Kua'i watched amazed the big man turning himself under his brother. Chul-Ba understood fast and soon he was riding Chuck's dick as if he had done this for all his life. The bed was squeaking and shaking under the pounding bodies. Chul-Ba lost it. Like a mad man he hammered his fists on Chuck's heaving pecs. The Marine grinned and caught his wrists. The Asian was bouncing like a rag doll on the bucking American sex machine.
Chul-Ba's dick was bouncing again and again on Chuck's tight six-pack until he reached an incredible climax without even touching his cock.
"Aaarghhh!..Uuuhhhhh!" Kua'i's brother howled, while his cum gushed from his dick across Chuck's chest and some spurts even hit his face.
"Uuunghhh! Fuuckkkk!" tasting the Asian's cum in his mouth pushed the horny Marine over the edge as well. He exploded inside of the farm boy's rectum, seeding him thoroughly with his man juice. Chul-Ba collapsed on top of him into the puddle of his own cum.
The stranger had provided him the best climax he had ever had in his life. Gratefully he started to kiss him and nibbled lasciviously at his lips.
"You greedy bitch. Your are insatiable, huh?" Chuck grinned. He was still shuddering in post-climatic spasms. The Asian grinned back and slipped from his body until he lay closely next to him. Chuck found his head huddled in the crook of Chul-Ba's strong arm.
The Asian kissed him. First softly, tempting and then more demanding and firm. Chul-Ba's fingers twisted Chuck's man tits. The knobs were still standing from the arousal of the recent orgasm.
"Uhmmmm!" Chuck groaned while his tongue struggled with the Asian's. He arched his back when his sensitive nipples were stimulated.
"Kiss his tits!" Chul-Ba interrupted his kiss for an instant and looked at his brother, who was watching the scene from his bed. Hesitantly Kua'i climbed into the other bed and joined the two hunks. The pungent smell of raunchy man sex was overwhelming. Kua'i felt a pulse in his loins. Slowly he crawled over Chuck's sprawled frame and took one nipple between his lips.
"Unnghh!" The big man reacted with a guttural groan. His back arched up again. Encouraged that his stimulation was so well received, the smaller Asian took the swollen man tit between his teeth and let his tongue play with it.
"Oh yeah that feels soo fuckin' good," Chuck's head lolled right and left. His hand caressed Kua'i's shoulder.
Chul-Ba was rock-hard again. Slowly he reached down to Chuck's knee bend and pulled the big leg up. He broke the kiss and slipped his thumb between the white hunk's lips, who started sucking vacantly.
"Hold him!" Chul-Ba made his brother hold the tattoo-circled calf high.
Remembering what had been done to him earlier he spat on his finger and slid it between the spread butt cheeks.
"Yeah..uhh yeah, huh..huh" there was almost a sobbing when Chul-Ba's finger nails scratched softly the rosy puckered hole. Chul-Ba closed his palm around the plum-sized nutsac and kneaded it softly. His tongue was now licking Chuck's arm pit.
The big body started to writhe in delirious agony. Kua'i licked and twisted the hard man tits, making them sizzle with soft bites. Chuck was swept away. He had surrendered himself completely to the various stimulations that hit him from different angles.
He realized that his cock was slowly jacked and looked up into the smiling face of Chul-Ba who had his warm body cuddled at his side. Then he couldn't resist anymore. The stimulations were too intense. His cock twitched in Chul-Ba's fist and launched a flying stream of his seed into the air. Again and again he came all over his body and the brothers needed all their strength to hold the convulsing man down.
His sphincter opened and closed during the climax and offered no resistance when Chul-Ba pushed his cock against the quivering ass ring. The Asian just waited for the right moment and was virtually sucked into Chuck's rectum.
The Marine's eyes opened in surprise. He realized that he had been taken and now he tried to shake of the sexual stupor that was holding him defenseless in its grip. Chul-Ba felt the powerful body stiffening, but he had learned what he had to do. His narrow hips were thrusting up burying his dick up to the hilt in the big man's asshole.
"Fuck! Uhhh!" the startled cry told him that he had struck gold. He thrust again and tried to keep a steady rhythm, pounding Chuck's love button relentlessly.
Chuck's body flipped on the bed out of control. Chul-Ba needed all his strength to stay inside the howling hunk.
"Pump his dick!" he gasped and Kua'i closed both hands around Chuck's throbbing boner. The conquest was complete. Kua'i watched the big nuts attaching themselves tightly to the base of the shaft that was gliding through his hands. He was treating the big stranger in the same way as his brother liked it, holding the testicles in a firm grip while jerking the other hand up alongside the shaft until the ring of his thumb and index finger was closing tightly below the ballooning mushroom head. Then he slid his hand agonizingly slow over the hypersensitive glans, squeezing tiny drops of clear liquid from the gaping piss slit. He repeated this until Chuck thought his brain was on fire.
The tight ass clenched almost painfully around Chul-Ba's dick when Chuck gave up another load of his man juice. This time the thrill of his orgasm was so intense that the two brothers couldn't hold him down anymore. His torso reared up in pure ecstasy and he looked right into the angry face of Pang-Hoi. There were other men in the room and the brothers were pulled from his body.
His dick was still oozing cum when his wrists were tied by hemp ropes. His furious cry was silenced by a gag from his boxers. Then his ankles were tethered and before he knew it he was hanging like a caught beast from a bamboo stick that was pushed between his arms and legs.
The men carried their dangling prey down into the courtyard. Chuck recognized in desperation Kyle hanging tethered from another bamboo stick. Helpless they were carried away towards the dark building of the temple that was rising above the village.
(... to be continued)