Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2005 10:17:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Edward Chong Subject: Between The Journey And The Destination (Interlude) Disclaimer: The following is a pure work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental. The story contains depictions of non-consensual sex between men. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read these stories should hit exit right now. The same goes for those weak at heart or easily offended by graphical depiction of consensual and rough sex between men. Otherwise enjoy. This story may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the permission of its author. Any comments and thoughts are welcomed. My apologies to those who have waited patiently for this installment. Due to my insanely busy work schedule this year, I was unable to complete Part 5 of the story. Instead, I am only able to post an Interlude for the story this year. I do hope that Part 5 - The Truth will be up next year, on Sept 1st. *********************************************************************** Between The Journey And The Destination - Interlude: Military Vengeance *********************************************************************** I never really liked them. That time in boot camp, they were so arrogant just because they were the top two in everything. The others were just ants to them, not even an obstacle. They would stomp us like we were an insect. They talked as though we have no feelings. When I was assigned to General Grant's team, I thought that would be the end I saw of them. I saddened me to see their faces in the same team as I was assigned to. I put up with their attitude until one day, I could hold back no more. During a training, I 'accidentally' hit their heads with a giant log, which was supposed to be used for a trap. I was lucky they didn't end up in a coma. I swear it was an 'accident'! I suppose they don't see it as an accident though. No, from the look on their faces, I don't think so. I am trying to catch my breath, maybe gather some strength to break free of their hold, but that kick was dead on the bullseye. And their grip are so strong. They are dragging me into the alley. Dark. Smelly. Deserted. No one would see us, or care. Not in this part of the town. People can get raped and killed and passers-by will not even take another glance. Oh no. Am I going to be killed here? Argh! They threw me onto this thing. This... this is a garbage can. Hmm, big garbage can. That's it. They are going to pull out a gun, squeeze the trigger, and the last thing on my mind is this big garbage can. Hey, wait. Why are they pulling off my shirt? Hey, why is he unbuckling my belt and pulling down my pants? Oh no. I am going to get raped! They are gay?! I should have guessed. Oh no, am I going to be raped and then killed?! "Don't get it wrong, dick-head. We ain't no homos, but I think this is the best way to teach you a lesson and not get us into trouble." One of them said. I can't really tell who. Ok, so I am not going to be killed, just raped. That's a consolation. No. That's not a consolation. I still don't get it. The General said, if you have any disputes between you and your comrades, wrestle it out. The loser gets fucked by the winner and that's the end of the issue. Why? I don't know. Maybe the General's gay too. Maybe he likes watching people rape each other. Maybe it turns him on. In this dark alley, that's what's going to happen to me. They have forcefully stripped me, My shirt is somewhere, my pants and jockstrap around my ankles, and they are unzipping their flies and putting on a condom. Well, at least I don't have to worry about STDs, but on top of this garbage can? Maybe I should visit the doctor once this is over. Once this is over? So I am just going to stay here and be raped by them? Can I fight them both and run away, with my pants and jockstrap around my ankles? Not a huge chance. Further, if I just take it like a man, once they are done, I will be free from any quarrels with them, right? I do hope so. These guys actually are better on your side. I still hate them though. Their smuck grins, their muscular bodies, their huge COCK!!! ARGH! Fuck! Did he just ram his cock in me? Wait, it's not that huge. It doesn't feel like a cock. A cock should be ... like the one in front of me. "Suck it, fag boy. Suck it good or I'll pound your face in." Logically, this may be the best way out of this mess, but how is getting raped logical? One thing I know for sure is that I am not going to participate in my own rape. I am not opening my mouth no matter how hard or how many times he slap my face with his HUGE cock. Man, can those things get that big? Mine is considered big, but not THAT big. Sure I have seen it in the showers a couple of times, but never hard. Well, I am not opening my mouth, stop prodding! ARGH!!! The other guy just grabbed and squeezed my balls, and oh, I opened my mouth. "Suck it, fag, or I'll wrench your balls off. Yea, suck my buddy there while I finger your hole. Yes, it's only my finger, fag. You should thank me for loosening you up first. If I ram my cock in without loosening you up first, you'll get a brand new asshole, asshole." Man, if his finger is this huge, how huge will his cock be? No time to think about that now. There's a cock in my mouth that I need to suck. Hang on, am I participating in my own rape? Maybe, maybe not, but this cock moving in and out of my mouth taste kinda... tasty. it's hard like steel, warm like a human sausage, and it's fucking my face without mercy, in and out, in and out. I taste the pre-cum on the cock head, and I lick the opening with my tongue to get more. I think he is moaning. His balls look so big so near to my face. Let me heft them and see if they are heavy. "Yea, play with my balls, fag boy. Feel how big and full they are. I am going to unload everything in there not into your mouth, but straight into your stomach. Suck me deep!" "Looks like he is enjoying it, D. The fag's getting a hardon from you fucking his mouth and me fingering his ass. Let me add another finger in. Yea, that's it, fag. Moan around his cock. I know you like this. I have seen you checking us out in the showers time after time. You have the wrong attitude, and one hell of a gut to drop that log on us that time, but you're still a fag. You'll always be a fag. See? You're leaking pre-cum because I am screwing your ass with two of my fingers. And I haven't even started on your prostate yet. When I add a third finger in and push your joy button, you're going to howl, like this!" And howl I did. If anyone heard me they didn't care. Three fingers clawing at my prostate was more than I cna bear. I shot my load onto the garbage can, adding to its stains. It was so humiliating, so beyond my control, so good. I clamped my mouth on the cock and suck as hard as I could. With my free hand, I massage those big balls without hurting them. Whether or not I am co-operating in my own rape no longer matters. It feels too good to be rape, and too damn nice to stop now. And to think that I didn't even get soft after cumming. He withdrew his fingers from my ass. That means he is ready to spear me with his big cock. I wiggled my ass a little to show my enthusiasm. "Damn, D. This fag digs it! He is literally asking for it! Well, since you asked so nicely, I am going to give it to you!" And again I howled. He was right. Even after loosening me, it was so tight, so big, so painfully good. If he didn't loosen me up first, he would have torn me a new hole. And he must have been real horned up, cause he did not wait at all. Once he was in, he started pulling it out, and then ramming it in, pushing the wind out of me. It was awkward at first, being face-fucked at the front and ass-raped at the rear. But in short order, they found a rhythm to pound my face and ass with, so they both fuck me with wild abandon, pushing their cocks into my face and ass, mounting me from both sides, the cock heads reaching my throat and prostate, massaging them, causing me to moan, groan, yelp, cry, and howl with increasing pleasure. My own cock again leaking precum like a broken faucet, hard as a steel, and the insistent fucking on my ass, each stroke hitting my love nut, cause more and more cum to build up within my balls, until all three of us could hold back no longer, and blasted our cum into oblivion. I can taste his cum in my mouth, but most of them were shot into my throat, straight down to my stomach. The guy on my ass blasted so deep inside of me, albeit collected by the condom. I could feel every pulse of the cock, which had hardened even more, as it shoot gob and gob of cum into my ass. The walls of muscles that are my throat and ass contracted, squeezing their cocks in the respective orifice, milking their long and big cocks, trying to coax more cum out of them, until they could cum no more. I did not even realize that my own cock had shot another huge wad of cum, adding to the filth on the garbage can, dripping slowly down to the cold dirty ground. All three of us fell on top of each other, me on top of the garbage can, and just laid there panting, trying to recover from our exertion. They pulled out after a while. They didn't hold me down. I stood up and tried to regain my composure, as well as what diginity I have left. "Listen, fag. You belong to us now. When we tell you to drop your pants, you are going to do not just that, but also bend over and let us breed you, you got that?" "We're nice guys, as long as you play by our rules. You'll be our bitch, and we will fuck you everyday. Have to keep our bitch happy. And if today is any evidence, I am sure you will love it, a lot! Do you get what I say, fag boy?" If I remember correctly, I think I nodded. From that day on, I became their bitch, just like they said. They fucked me everyday, once, twice, three times everyday, just like they said. And I shoot my cum onto the floor everytime, just like they said. I didn't tell anyone about what I saw that day. I don't know what happened to Ian or Edward until I saw Ian again a few months later in the base. Actually, I don't really care, cause I am happy and content to be their bitch, to be fucked everyday, to get my ass raped everyday, and to have two hot studs ravage me everyday. Life is good. This army is good. **************** End of Interlude ****************