Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 06:28:14 -0700 From: Nick Stark Subject: Foxhole 3 "FOXHOLE" by Nick D. Stark Part III Shawn thought me must be dreaming. He still heard a ringing in his ears. This was from the concussion grenade that rendered him unconscious, but he thought it was part of his dream. He wasn't sure whether to be aroused or scared by the dream. or possibly both. As much as he tugged on his arms, he couldn't free them; that made him scared. But at the same time, busy insistent hands slowly stripped him of all his clothing, tantalizing his nerve endings and causing him to achieve erection. Then he was rolled face down, strong hands spread his legs, and an unrelenting pressure put against his tight asshole, until finally the dam broke and what must be Nick's cock burst through, into him. At least he assumed it was his older brother's battering ram. A man's hips pounded on his butt cheeks again and again, until a warm, wet stickiness was deposited deep inside him. Nick didn't usually cum that fast. Then a tight belt was cinched around his waist, with a connecting strap that went down between his rock hard butt cheeks. A gentle, probing finger loosened him enough to slip a plug up his ass, then it was buckled tightly on his hard belly. His cock and balls were forced into a confining device. It was difficult, because he was rock hard from the fucking. He always got hard when Nick fucked him. His hunk older brother liked fulfilling Shawn's rape fantasies, but somehow this session was more gentle, and Nick seemed. not Nick. Certainly not as big as Nick's huge cock, which Shawn had had up his ass countless times, from his junior high days up to the present. Shawn had only been allowed to fuck Nick one time: the night when Shawn was admitted to the Corps. Nick had allowed Shawn to tie his arms high over his head, face down on the bed, then spread his legs, tie them off as well, and sink his cock deep into the hairy, warm, dark recesses of Nick's amazing ass. That had been an incredible experience; Nick was the tightest fuck Shawn had ever had. The dream returned with a firm hand spreading Shawn's asscheeks. Then a quick sharp stab of pain in Shawn's buttock, and he drifted deeper into a dreamless sleep. Still, the dream had been more erotic than frightening, and Shawn felt safe in Nick's clutches, no matter how bizarre or kinky the scene. Little did Shawn know that his drugged state was dulling his senses. He had been knocked unconscious by a hired gun while on a mission in Central America. He had been sold to the rebel leader. He had been raped. And now he lay hogtied, plugged, cock caged, at the mercy of Diego, the rebel leader. But the injection into his ass did more than just put him out. It lowered his resistance to suggestion, to coercion. Diego now stood in the doorway, leisurely smoking a cigarette, his eyes casually, intimately moving over the taut muscled back, ass, and legs of Lt Shawn Evans, USMC. Shawn wasn't a prisoner of war, like his older half brother Nick. Shawn was Diego's private possession, bought and paid for. Diego stubbed out the cigarette and crossed the room. Shawn's dream returned with a loud SMACK on his ass, leaving a red handprint. His eyes opened, and he saw a benevolent, handsome face smiling down on him, gently massaging his shoulders. The strong hands moved lower, down to his pecs, the rough thumbs tweaking his nipples. Shawn's cock gushed precum even in the cock cage. His vision was blurred and his voice groggy. He blinked. "Nick.?" he muttered. In the prison Quonset a mere 20 yards away in the rebel camp, Nick failed to hear his weakened brother calling his name. He was out cold. Fully naked and covered with filth from his hunt and capture, and from being drug from the post where he had been chained up to where how now lay, Nick was still every inch the built, proud Marine. Hard muscled body, prominent jaw now dusted with five o'clock shadow, short dark buzz cut expertly parted, USMC tattoo on his huge bicep. The only thing missing were his dog tags, ripped from his bull neck by Diego when he declared Nick Stark a prisoner of war. Since the rebel cause didn't recognize the Geneva Convention, Nick's treatment at the hands of his captors was not restricted. Indeed, the man laughed as they prepared to rape their prisoner. Two of Diego's Lieutenants, Manuel and Jose, were jockeying for position, seeing who would get to fuck the senseless hairy Marine first. Nick had been spread over an oil drum laying on its side, his muscled torso hanging forward, huge arms shackled to his neck. The Lieutenants ordered some of the enlisted men to pull Nick's legs wide, while they unzipped their camouflage pants. Both men were well hung, and already at full staff. It was decided that whoever had the smaller cock of the two men, would rape the pig prisoner first. That way the second one would not be deprived of a tight hole. Of course, admitting that one was smaller, even to earn the privilege of going first, was a strike against one's masculinity. And since their cocks were nearly evenly matched, much good natured teasing bantered back and forth, while Nick lay senseless over the drum, his captors debating who would rape his ass first. Finally a coin toss decided it, and Manuel grinned widely, stepping forth between the outstretched legs, gripping Nick's hair covered thighs firmly. "You two," he said, indicating two more of the enlisted men, "spread his ass for me." They did as they were told, eager to earn a crack at the big American's ass after the officers had all raped him. Manuel hawked a gob of spit deep into Nick's ass, then aimed his cock at the tight puckered hole, barely visible deep in the hairy asscrack. Manuel thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Nick. It had to hurt like the devil, but Nick didn't stir. Manuel thrust again and again, pounding his cock into Nick, his balls slapping Nick's butt. It required a different technique to rape a man as opposed to making love to a woman. With a woman, you gently tried different positions and speeds. With a man, you weren't supposed to enjoy it, so a series of brutal, quick thrusts intended to produce a quick orgasm was the preferred method. And thus Manuel gave Nick a textbook rape. Soon blood was mixed with his spit as he plunged into the captured Marine, tearing him open. Then, with a guttural cry and several weeks' worth of pent up semen, Manuel's cum added to the lubricating mixture. He pulled out, wiping himself with the remains of Nick's military issue briefs, which he had brought along just for the purpose. He spit on Nick's broad back, threw the bloody, semen stained rag down on his ass, and walked away. "Your turn, Jose," he called to the other Lieutenant. Jose didn't waste any time moving into position, indeed he had been stroking his hardon through his open fly the entire time that Manuel had been pounding the unconscious Marine. Again a pair of hands went to Nick's buttocks, and the rape was repeated. The enlisted men patiently waited their turn. As Jose's load of cum was sprayed both on and in Nick's ass, the stud Marine started to come to, his back muscles and arms tensing from the pain of the heavy abuse. Nick started bellowing, thrashing his head from side to side. One of the enlisted men grabbed up Nick's discarded, torn briefs, rank with sweat, blood and semen, and tied a knot in them. Then he grabbed Nick's jaw and forced it open, thrusting the knot inside. The ends were tied behind Nick's buzzed neck. His thrashing continued, only the screams were muffled. Jose stepped away, and the first of the enlisted men moved into position. Hours later, Nick's torso, slick with sweat, was limp over the oil barrel. Near the end, he had barely struggled as each new cock was thrust into him. Now he lay almost in a stupor, ashamed of what he had become: a camp whore. But the worst part was what Nick had done to himself. With his prostate being pounded mercilessly, he had started to feel the need to shoot a load, even in his wretched condition. Thus, after the last of the men had pulled out, Nick had humped the rusty oil barrel with his dripping huge hardon, scraping it raw with the need to come. He had been quickly rewarded with an ejaculation that left him utterly spent. When the men lifted the built Marine off the oil barrel to throw him in his cell, they saw the enormous pool of cum under him, with several gobs still dripping from his half hard cock. They pointed and laughed, but Nick was beyond caring. He didn't resist as he was led to his imprisonment. They threw the naked, degraded Marine Captain into the cell. Nick collapsed to the floor, barely moving. The iron bars of the cell door were slammed and locked, and the laughter of the men died away. Nick slipped away into sleep, his meaty pecs rising and falling, his arms still bound behind him, blood drying on his violated ass.