Disclaimer: This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate and sometimes rough gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
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 6)
"But ... but ... noooo!" Tanker objected, but the Arab seized his shoulders and pushed him in position.
"So little stamina, Amariki?" Rashad sneered.
"No! But I ... I can't," the young marine was squirming in confusion. He didn't want to fuck his Sergeant but he couldn't stand it that the rug-head questioned his sexual prowess.
"Come on!" the rebel leader seized the Corporal by the neck.
"Fuck him!" he ordered and spanked Tanker's bubble butt.
"Aaaww!" Tanker yelled with disgust, however, he started to strike his dick.
Rashad was shaking the young marine like a puppy by his neck.
"What? No...aaaw...shit...aaww!" It took the Arab a few slaps on the fast reddening butt cheeks, stern commands and finally Tanker's dick was gliding inside Hank's ass-hole.
"Yeah.." The big marine grunted approvingly. Rashad had given him a few slaps as well and as soon as Tanker was in place he forced Hank's sphincter to contract around the Corporal's dick by spanking the Sergeant's muscular ass cheeks firmly.
Rashad grinned gleeful while Tanker started to hump. He had the two marines nicely coupled. Tanker was in trance. His dick felt so well inside Hank's tight ass and he felt horny as never before in his life.
"Oh shit, that feels so good, oh fuck ...", he gasped.
Rhythmically humping his Sergeant, he watched with wide open eyes as the Arab walked around the table until he was facing him. Rashad lifted Hank's heavy head.
"Uhhhh fuuuckkk! You g-got me good," The marine's eyes were still glassy.
"Oh, we are just beginning..."with a sneering grin Rashad was feeding his dick to the coughing and gurgling hunk.
"Come here, Amariki," Rashad urged the Corporal to bend over the jerking body towards him and Tanker followed like pulled by an invisible string. Before he knew it, the Iraqi was kissing him passionately.
Rashad's cock was swelling rapidly inside Hank's throat. The Iraqi was on a roll. He had turned the tables on his captors and was inflicting a most humiliating defeat on the two marines. The most feared Al-Dowary was stuffed from both ends, eagerly sucking Arab dick as docile as a lamb. The young marine had become victim of his horniness and Rashad was sure he would by now agree to any kind of sex whatsoever.
Tanker responded willingly to the kiss. His hands were holding his Sergeant's hips while his dick was thrusting in and out the slippery hole.
Hank was in shock, unable to defend himself. Only Taylor Henderson had ever taken him down sexually, but what he was experiencing in the hands of the rebel leader, went far beyond. Rashad had systematically exploited his weaknesses and even managed to turn his strength and stamina against him. When both his mouth and his ass were flushed with cum almost simultaneously, his own desire to cum became unbearable. However his nuts were drained thoroughly. Hank's body was writhing spasmodically in the thrills of a most intense dry orgasm, while his deflated dick was helplessly trying to produce at least a tiny dribble, but failed.
Heavily breathing Tanker was lying on top of his Sergeant, indulging in his own climax. His dick was still resting in the sheath of Hank's chute. When a chloroformed gauze was put over his nose he couldn't muster any resistance. Rashad grinned when the astonished looking eyes glazed over and the Corporal's body went slack.
The Arab fixed wrists and ankles of the young marine with adhesive tape and taped even his mouth. Then he walked over to the sideboard and fetched the satellite phone.
"Convey my respect to Master Huang, I have a perfect specimen," Hank heard the Iraqi snickering.
"Send the crew to pick him up and prepare the shipment ....good .... good...excellent. This will cost you, however, ... this time I want rockets ... I am glad we have an understanding" Rashad hang up.
"Amariki I am afraid we have to part, although you were a lot of fun. But your new owners are very keen to have you as soon as possible," Rashad gloated.
"What are you talking about, sonofabitch?" Hank was slowly recovering.
"I hope you don't fall seasick, Amariki, `cause it will be a long journey," Rashad was pulling something from a cabinet. Hank's eyes widened when he recognized a body bag.
"Fuck you! No!" the big marine was cursing. But all his shouting, wriggling and bouncing were to no avail. Rashad removed the tapes holding the brawny body on the examination table. He cut the bandages that were tying the American's wrists to his ankles but left arms and legs in tethers.
Hank ended up in the black plastic bag with a tape over his mouth. Rashad soaked Hank's discarded undershirt generously with chloroform and put it inside the body bag.
"Sleep well Amariki," he sneered and closed the zipper. The convulsions in the bag and the muffled grunts were quickly subsiding, when the vapor of the chloroform did its work.
Shortly after, a group of Asian seamen arrived at the hospital. Rashad was now wearing Tanker's camos. The Asians carried the big body bag down and loaded it onto a lorry. In the meantime commandos from Rashad's rebel force had arrived as well. They were cheering their leader and carried the unconscious nurse and the limp naked body of the Corporal as Rashad's personal booty to their trucks. Soon the hospital was silent. In the wee hours of the morning a container ship under Liberian flag left the port of Basra bound for an unknown destination.
At the same time on the other side of the globe a Sergeant didn't believe what he was told. Kyle Henderson was 27 years old. The Sergeant with his V-shaped torso and the chiseled 240 lbs body stood 6.1 ft. tall. His blond hair was crew cut. Grey eyes with a touch of blue dominated his masculine clean shaven face.
"Are you out of your mind?" Kyle's expression was a mixture of shock and anger.
"Just chill, mate," Dwight tried to calm his buddy down.
"You are mad, I am not going to do that." Kyle had no intention to cool down," Have you any idea how much effort it took to get that shit-head back on track? And now you are asking me to ... to do this shit again, but this time for the Corps? This is madness! How could you even have such a fuckin' plan?"
"It was actually Hank who suggested it ..." Dwight tried to explain.
"Hank?! That fuckin' sonofabitch should know better," Kyle shouted now truly enraged.
"Why don't you let me explain ...?" Dwight tried, but was interrupted again.
"You shut your fuckin' mouth. I will not do it! Never! That's it!," Kyle slammed his fist on Dwight's desk, shot a furious look at the other Sergeant and turned to leave the room.
Just when he tried to grab the door handle, the door was opened from the outside.
"You were saying, ...Sergeant?" Major Ben O'Rourke filled the door frame....
"What an honor! Big Bro visits the black sheep of the family", Taylor Henderson, 22 years-old, raised his brows in mocked astonishment. Kyle's brother did hardly resemble the scrawny teenager, who had been up to no good at all. Kyle still felt embarrassment when he remembered, how many times he had fallen victim to his younger brother's vicious tricks.
Hank -- after some bad experiences as well -- had finally managed to tame the mischievous spirit. He had taken the reluctant teen out for an extended hiking trip to the mountains. Taylor didn't like to remember this time when he was put into his place. He came home meekly limping, with a black eye and did not even object once, when he was sent to a selected college, which was run by strict rules and stern padres.
He was intelligent. As Kyle remarked always, there was an evil brilliance within his brother. His grades were outstanding and his teachers were rather delighted.
Taylor had taken up a job as a sales clerk in a surf shop. Surfing had become his major off-time sport. He had still his goatee, but that was the only reminiscence to his teenage times.
The once pale skin had turned into a dark tan. Taylor was wearing his bleached hair at shoulder length and neatly tied as a pony tail. A pukka shell choker was tied around his neck. Standing at 5.9 ft, Taylor's shoulders were now broad and his chest was nicely developed. There was as well a six pack abs building up. A small treasure trail went from his belly button down and disappeared under the waistband of the orange and red flowered Bermudas.
He was the opposite to his older brother who had arrived on his bike in his brown army T-shirt, revealing his sinewy forearms, camo pants and heavy combat boots. Taylor turned on his naked feet and left his brother in front of the door. Kyle sighed and followed Taylor into the living room. There were posters of Colin Farel and Jesse Metcalfe on the wall. Kyle put his black Caberg Katana crash-helmet on the coffee table.
"You care for a beer, bro?" Taylor asked.
"No thanks," Kyle recalled what happened 4 years ago after he had accepted a beer from his brother only to find himself drugged and tethered in his own bed. He had been ready for hot and raunchy weekend sex with his girlfriend and ended fucked silly by his brother.
"Still skeptical, huh?" Taylor's eyes sparkled quizzically. He flung himself on a couch and rubbed his crotch obscenely.
"Stop that! We need to talk about some serious matter." Kyle said angrily and sat down in a leather armchair.
"Why are you always so boring, big bro?" Taylor yawned and scratched his armpit.
"Did you get off today already?" Taylor was scratching his crotch again.
"Stop it, will `ya?" Kyle snorted.
"I see, apparently not .... yet," Taylor looked provocatively at his brother's groins.
Kyle felt his dick stir. He hadn't fucked for two days now and the only relief had been the usual j/o under the shower in the morning. Taylor knew all too well that his beefy marine brother was constantly horny. He was changing his chicks like the daily underwear and it was not an exception that he was dating two girls in one night in a row.
"Now listen, butt-head," Kyle was determined to stay in control of this conversation, "this is not like 4 years ago and there is no dad or mom around to help you."
"Ooooh, I'm so afraid," Taylor put up a timid expression, " may be, if I could see more muscle, I would be even more afraid ... Sarge."
"Fuck you! I told you, this is serious!" Kyle was glaring at his brother.
"Yeah I know, you are seriously in love with me," Taylor mocked. But this time he had gone too far.
"You fuckin' asshole! You need a lesson to be taught, again!" Kyle shot up from his chair and before Taylor had a chance to get up his brawny brother's heavy body was all over him. Taylor inhaled Kyle's manly smell.
"You need a shower, man!" Taylor giggled while he tried to fend of the burly marine. His muscles were straining and Kyle was surprised how much resistance the once scrawny punk was able to muster. Taylor knew he couldn't prevail much longer. In a desperate attempt he went straight for Kyle's crotch. His fingers tried to follow the outline of his brother's cock. The man tool seemed to respond, but the hunky stud was still in control.
"Fuck you! Hands off!" Kyle fumed and brushed his brother's fingers away from his groin.
"Hey!" Taylor howled in both pain and protest when his brother grabbed his pony tail and hauled him up to his feet. Kyle dragged his yelling and kicking brother over to the arm chair.
"Now, I am teaching you some respect!" Kyle a pulled Taylor over his knees, held him tight round the waist to prevent him from getting up.
"No!" Taylor yelled again when his Bermudas were yanked down exposing a nicely melon-shaped white bubble butt.
Kyle raised his strong arm and brought his hand down with a clapping blow, flattening the white butt cheek.
"Ouuww! Get your hands of me, you oaf!" Taylor was writhing on Kyle's lap. His legs were fanning. He felt his cock hardening, pressing into his brother's groin.
"Yeah! You didn't expect that, huh!" Kyle whacked his brother hard. The firm butt cheeks were turning crimson.
"Stop it! Let me go!" Taylor wriggled in pain. He felt immensely turned on by his brother spanking him and he sensed that it had its effects on his brother as well. His hard boner was massaging Kyle's cock through the fabric of his camo pants. However Kyle was too furious to pay attention.
"Stop! Ouch! You're makin' me cum, man!" Taylor hollered when he got closer. But Kyle didn't show any mercy. He remembered when Taylor had once spanked him raw bent over his bike. Suddenly Taylor's whole body went stiff.
"Ohhh fff-ffuuck! I shoot my fuckin' load, can't hold back," Taylor howled.
"What?" Kyle stopped in shock. His brother was still bucking on his lap in the rhythm of the spanking.
"You pervert bastard!" Kyle tried to push Taylor from his lap. But it was too late.
"Aaargh! Shiit! Uuurgh ... uhh ... huhhh!' Taylor convulsed. His throbbing cock gushed load after load of his gooey cum onto his brother's lap.
"Oh shit you bastard! You did that on purpose!" Kyle had gotten up and looked in disgust on his cum soaked pants.
"Thank's bro! That was hot," Taylor was on his back looking up at Kyle, while his hand was milking the last drops of cum from his softening dick.
"They will truly see, that you had some fun, when you return back to base, huh?" Taylor sneered.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kyle was sitting again and bent down, opening the laces of his boots.
Taylor didn't bother to fetch his discarded Bermudas. Naked he went to the fridge and fetched himself a can of beer.
"You like to have a beer now?" he asked his brother over his shoulder.
"Whatever ..." Kyle replied. He slipped from his camo pants. Stripped down to his undershirt, white socks and a coarse-knit, natural colored jock strap, he walked over to the kitchen counter to rinse the soaked pants in the sink.
"You are really an ass hole," Kyle muttered.
"You started it!" Taylor protested and giggled. He took a sip from his can.
"I didn't expect you to shoot so fast," Kyle replied working on his pants.
"Hey, you want me to get you off?" he pointed with his hand holding the can at Kyle's swollen bulge.
"Fuck off! I told you that is serious," Kyle spread his pants over the kitchen counter and dried it with some paper towel.
"What is so serious, that my horny marine brother turns into a monk?" Taylor turned to Kyle and squeezed his brother's crotch with a firm grip.
`Fuck off!" Kyle seized his brother's throat and pushed him with his back against the fridge. "I swear, I'll beat you up, if you do that again!" he threatened.
"Ok, ok, be cool man, " Taylor croaked.
Kyle released him and fetched his beer. Suspiciously he checked the seal of the can.
"Relax. It's clean," Taylor grinned," besides I wouldn't need that. If I wanted, I could have `ya any time ...".
"Tayl !" Kyle glowered.
"Ok, ok, chill down bro," Taylor raised his arms in surrender.
"So, what is it, that brings you here?" Taylor asked.
"We have a problem with some guys ..." Kyle looked at his brother.
"I am listening," Taylor said.
"See, there is this guy, that has been captured by the gooks ..." Kyle told his brother the whole story.
"... and now the Corps wants me to catch these bullies?" Taylor's eyes rose in disbelief.
Kyle looked at him in earnest.
"Fuck, you are not kiddin'. You mean it!" Taylor shouted amused.
"Are you doing it?" Kyle asked.
"And if I say, `No'?" Taylor asked back.
Then fuck you and you can go to hell, Kyle thought, but he didn't speak it out aloud. He knew that Major O'Rourke wouldn't let him off the hook. He had no choice. He had to convince his brother.
Taylor was enthralled by the idea, but he wanted to play a bit with his brother. When Kyle did not answer, he sensed that his brother was in a predicament. Taylor knew him all too well. In a blink of an eye he realized that his brother was under pressure to bring him in. From that moment on Kyle was doomed.
"Then, I'd say good bye and look for another faggot to help me out," Kyle bluffed.
"Ok, good bye then and thanx for the spanky-wanky," Taylor replied lackadaisical.
"Ok, how much?" Kyle asked, losing his composure.
"10 grands," Taylor grinned.
"What!" Kyle seized his brother again by his throat.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," Taylor said with a sneer.
"Ok, you've got it," Kyle realized he had no bargaining power.
"That's not all," Taylor grinned devilishly.
"What else?" Kyle asked.
"Well I think you want to test whether I am still good at it, won't you?' Taylor looked at him and suddenly Kyle knew that he was in trouble.
"N-no! Don't even think about ..." Kyle stammered.
"Take your shirt off, Sarge," Taylor ordered sternly.
"Listen, Taylor, this is ..." Kyle tried to argue.
"Shut up and strip!" Taylor shouted.
"Fuck!" Kyle hissed through clenched teeth. He had no choice. He peeled the T-shirt from his brawny torso. Tribal tattoos were covering his broad shoulders and circling around his heavy biceps. Kyle started to strip his jock strap.
"Leave that ," Taylor walked closer. "Flex for me baby!"
Kyle raised his arms and pumped his muscles. His beefy pecs stood out firmly. Taylor raised his can and rubbed the cold metal against one of his brother's man tits. He knew how much his brother got turned on by having his nipples played with and it hadn't changed throughout the years.
"Huh, uhhh yeah," Kyle responded with a soft moan as his fleshy knob went rigid.
Taylor took the other tit in his mouth and sucked and nibbled until his brother's knees started to buckle.
"Now over there," Taylor pointed to the arm chair. He fetched the Kyle's Katana and made his brother put the crash-helmet on his head. With the silent litheness of a predator, that is sure of his prey, Taylor walked around his brother. The pumped chest, the chiseled abs, the broad shoulders, the tattoos, the tapered waist and the firm sexy bubble butt, it was all his again. But he knew, his brother would never offer any sympathy. Taylor licked his lips. He stopped in front of Kyle.
"You need protection baby," Taylor rasped hoarsely and clapped the mirrored face-shield down. He fondled Kyle's half-hard dick through the rough fabric of the jock strap. His brother was too horny to put up any resistance. Taylor felt the bonerizing meat twitching in his hand. The fabric was stretching to its limits, hardly able to contain the huge bulge. A wet spot began to appear on the coarse fabric.
"Uhhhh.." a dull moan came from inside the black helmet. Taylor knew his brother was primed.
He made the hunky marine Sergeant bend over the leather-covered chair. Kyle's hands were touching the carpet, while his hips were suspended between the two arm rests supporting his abs and his thighs. His long muscular legs were spread and hanging down, only his toes were slightly touching the ground. The helmet was pulling his head down. Taylor fetched a cup of shortening from the kitchen counter.
"Just as in the good ol' times," he mocked while greasing his brother's chute.
"Are you shaving yourself or do you have one of your chicks doing it?" Taylor distributed the shortening generously. He kneaded the hairless nut sack and squeezed his brother's heavy balls making the stud groan. Taylor permitted his greasy finger to slip playfully inside the puckered hole. The whole muscular body went stiff.
"Nnoo," came a muffled grunt, but Kyle knew he had no say in what was about to happen. Taylor greased as well the firm butt cheeks massaging the rounded orbs deftly. He pushed Kyle's hips down until his bulge touched the leather surface of the seat. Carefully he adjusted the hefty package until he had put it into the intended position. Kyle's big body was flushed by sporadic shudders.
"Ok, now I guess you want to check out, what I am going to do to Brock Rowley," Taylor mounted his brother. His arms reached around the big chest and his groin rested right on Kyle's buttocks. Taylor started to knead his brother's nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, while simultaneously bucking his hips. His hardening boner was plowing deeper and deeper between the greasy cheeks.
Taylor felt sweat forming on his brother's back which was melting with his own. The harder his cock became the deeper it went spreading the firm buttocks. Taylor's dick head was nicely greased and slippery by now and soon Kyle felt it probing against his sphincter.
Taylor knew him all too well. A sharp double twist at his sizzling tits and Kyle spread his thighs, making his sphincter gaping open. Effortless Taylor dunked his rod inside the warm, moist channel. With an amazing strength he held on to his brother's body and slammed his hips down. Each thrust drove Kyle's dick that was caught in the coarse fabric of his jock strap into the leather-covered seat. The rough texture of the fabric was scratching the sensitive underside of his throbbing erection, tantalizing him towards a state of sexual agony. Now he understood why Taylor had arranged him so carefully. He wanted to cum desperately, but he had to walk to climax on a delayed path.
"Ohhhh ... shitt!" Kyle groaned. Taylor knew he was driving his brother nuts.
Once again Taylor had his hunky marine brother squirming under him in ecstasy. The beefy muscle-packed body was trapped. Taylor was holding the jock by his sensitive man tits, while impaling him from behind. The stimulations forced the grunting stallion into a bucking rhythm and Taylor knew that Kyle would only stop after he had found relief.
"Mmmh ... huuuhh," Overwhelming sensations pulsed from both Kyle's groin and from his drilled guts throughout his body. His hot breath filled the helmet. His long legs were fanning while he was slam-fucked into the leather chair.
"Let me teach you something knew, soldier boy," Taylor hollered. One of his hands released the swollen nipple and traveled down across the convulsing belly. When he found the belly button he stiffened his thumb and buried it deep into the navel. Simultaneously he made his hand vibrate and wriggle.
"Uhhhrgh!" Kyle howled his lust inside his helmet. His guts were now stimulated from both sides. His ass hole contracted around his brother's dick.
"Fire in the hole!" Taylor yelled in triumph, humping himself with a few well-trained thrusts over the threshold to climax. Now, there was no more holding back for both brothers.
"Aaaarghh!" Taylor flooded his brother's guts with his gooey load. Kyle's body was writhing and bucking in uncontrolled ecstasy. The unfastened crash-helmet dropped of the bobbing head.
"Uuuhhhrgh...", Kyle's fabric-encased dick squirmed and exploded. His bulge twitched first once and then several faster twitches followed. Taylor felt the corresponding contractions of the ass-hole squeezing his dick. Marine spunk was copiously seeping through the taut fabric and dripping onto the black leather, collecting in a puddle of white, hot man juice. "Ohh! Huh ... huh ... huh!" Kyle felt as if his guts were emptied through his throbbing shaft, his nuts were pumping until only a tiny silvery string of goo was dribbling from the mangled dick.
It took a while until Kyle was able to regain his senses. His brother was kneading his tattooed shoulders.
"You ok?" Taylor asked and it sounded concerned.
"Fuck! That was intense." Kyle groaned. Taylor helped him to get up. The marine slumped exhausted in the seat. He didn't care about his butt sliding on his own cum. Breathing deeply, he covered his eyes with his forearm.
"You liked it, huh?" Taylor was sitting straddling his brother's lap.
Kyle lowered his arm and looked at his brother.
"I guess so," he said and after a moment of hesitation he pulled his brother into a passionate kiss. Taylor couldn't believe it. He was helpless wrapped into the strong arms of his stud brother trapping him in an iron embrace. His brother had detested him all his life. How much he had tried to win his love or even sympathy -- he had failed, and now finally...
"So, your queer brother isn't so bad after all," Taylor asked in a low voice.
"Oh you are bad, but not that bad," Kyle grinned.
"Hey!' Taylor pummeled his brother's chest in mocked indignation.
`U-Hmm ... I hate to interrupt you two lovebirds, but ...," Dwight leaned in the door wearing a broad grin.
"Fuck! You left the door open." Taylor scolded. He looked for his Bermudas.
"No, you left the door open," Kyle objected.
"You brought the cavalry, huh?" Taylor asked his brother.
"He didn't know, I was following him," Dwight explained ,"after all, I felt some back-up couldn't be wrong."
"So what took you so long?" Kyle was putting his pants on.
"Uhm, well I was ..." Dwight blushed slightly.
"... watching!" Taylor continued.
"You are a bloody voyeur, you know?!" Kyle sniggered.
"You seemed to like it and by the way, welcome to the club," Dwight grinned.
"Don't raise yourself any hopes," Kyle laughed.
"Yeah, his ass is mine," Taylor glowered at Dwight.
(... to be continued)