Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 18:48:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: Noah Green <green.noah@ymail.com>
Subject: Soldier Student Chapter Four

Solider Student by Noah Green (green.noah@ymail.com)

Chapter Four

1600hrs

As a soldier, my favourite part of combat was always man-to-man. My skills
in stalking, containing and neutralising individual targets were what had
sprinted me through the ranks and won me a supposedly cushy secondment at a
university. I loved stalking prey.

Crouching out of sight of Walker I felt the same quiet happiness I'd known
on stake outs and intercepts so many times in the past. It was a weird,
deep feeling based on the excitement of starting a hunt, on anticipation of
a struggle I knew I'd win, and on the childish satisfaction of knowing
something someone else didn't.

Poor Police Constable Richard Walker was tipping his cap forward to shade
his eyes ready for a kip. Perhaps he was assuming other officers or the
University's security guards were escorting me to a cell, perhaps he was
looking forward to the end of his shift and an evening shagging his Mrs or
down the pub with his cop mates.

Whatever was going on in his head his relaxed behaviour showed just how far
he was from knowing what was actually going to happen to him. Only I knew
that.

I was going to take him from easy contentment at the prospect of ruining
his enemy to the full scale horror of being utterly at the mercy of the
very person he'd tried to destroy. And the unfortunate fucker didn't have a
Scooby do about any of it.

I felt my dick swell. I'd rough-fucked Slater and slapped him around, but
that had all been role play. Walker had plagued and harassed me for months
without reason, abusing his job to pursue a personal vendetta. I'd seen him
knocking a woman about outside a pub the week before and his response to me
filming it had been to crash me off my bike and sexually assault me. Not
content with that, he'd used a 20 year old student as a honey trap, setting
me up for what was likely to be a rape charge, which meant a life
sentence. I was looking at 15 years in jail because the cunt I was watching
didn't like the fact I'd hoofed his useless, cowardly brother out of the
army. Well the tables were about to turn.

The panda car in which Walker was pinching a snooze demonstrated his lowly
status within the force, no Incident Response or Tactical Pursuit Vehicle
for him; he was just a community copper. He thought of himself as Billy big
nuts but I knew from working with the fuzz in Northern Ireland, that once
I'd taken him down there'd be no panic reaction in the chain of command. If
I could disable his ability to summon help he'd be all mine to play with,
nobody was going to come looking for us for quite a while.

Now Walker's car was stationary, birds were starting to call to each other,
tipping me off that nobody was coming round the corner. I had my opening. I
moved silently -- well out of view of his mirrors - to the rear door of
the car. I was sure he'd have himself locked in and since his windows were
also up there was no choice: it was going to be a smash and grab. For a
moment more I savoured the anticipation of being within striking distance,
then in a calm but lightning-fast rhythm, I stood up, heaved my fist into
his window, turned to face in his direction and reached into the car with
both hands. My left grabbed his throat with my palm ramming his Adam's
apple upwards and my fingers hard on his jugular, while with my right I
grabbed and ripped away his personal comms. The look on his face was
priceless: from blinking shock to wide-eyed terror. Oh, dear. His day
wasn't going to be as simple as he'd assumed.

I continued to squeeze on his neck as the hand that had dealt with his
radio now moved to his ignition to take his keys. I glanced down to locate
the door lock and release it then returned my right hand to Walker. He
already had the panicky look of a man whose brain was on the brink of
oxygen starvation. I grinned at him as I watched him trying to vocalise an
appeal for release. This cunt who'd taken me hostage, tried to sexually
humiliate me and coerced a young guy to set me up on a rape charge was
pleading with me to let him live.

In action -- unless he had information we wanted - I'd have snapped his
neck and never given it a second thought. Luckily for him just at that
moment I had no appetite for killing and, in fact, he DID have
information. He'd said something when we'd last met that had been at the
back of my mind ever since. "Diaries". Something about diaries. Well, he
was going to tell me what he'd meant. But I wasn't going to let him tell me
whatever it was without a significant amount of torture first.

Of course, police officers have their share of training in physical
engagement too and I was sorely tempted -- now that his means of
summoning help was gone -- to simply release him and let him do his best
to fight or fly. Pumped up with anger as I was, nothing would have pleased
me more than a bit of sprint and trap followed by a no holds barred
scuffle. But rolling around on the floor with a police officer is never
going to look good to a passerby so I opened the rear door of his car and
-- twisting and stretching my arm so my hand was still gripping tight
around the delicate pipework and scaffolding of the constable's neck - I
manoeuvred myself into the back. I switched hands and shut the door,
reaching forward to flick the central locking switch.

Now I'd contained my prey I changed my restraint on him from a choke hold
to an arm lock, reaching round to put the solid bar of my left forearm hard
under his chin. Blood was flowing to his brain again, but I knew he'd feel
that I could take his air supply away or break his neck or both any time I
chose.

"Hi Richard, mate. You thinking of signing on to a Uni course are you?"

"Please, please" He gasped, trying to swivel his eyes around to appeal to
me.

"Sh, sh. Don't get your panties in a bunch, mate. We're old pals aint we?
Couldn't be happier to see you again."

I'd dropped my voice so I was more or less whispering in his ear and as I
moved my right hand down his body checking his wide chest and then his
trouser pockets for any hidden phones or panic buttons I moved my face
still closer to his.

Satisfied he was clean I glided my hand from his pocket over the man-made
material covering his tree trunk thighs to the baking warmth of what lay
squirreled between his legs. At the same time I put my lips against the
nicely shaved smoothness of his upper cheek, kissing him gently then
nibbling across his neat little sideburns into the ridged cavity of his
ear. I knew nothing could be more intimate, nothing could be more definite
proof of my freedom to do what I liked to him than to slot my big wet
tongue in his ear while also firmly groping his crotch. He could feel and
hear we were close as lovers now, whether he liked it or not.

 "Mmmm, nice mate. We're gonna have some fun yeah?" While I went on
murmuring to him I moved my hand from his lap to my boot and carefully
untied then removed the metre or so of climbing quality cord holding it
together. Years of fishing and camping had perfected my talents at
one-handed knot tying so very soon Walker found a perfect noose being
slipped over his hat and face down to where my arm was still braced hard
around his neck. Now I could control him without having to be so close. I
pulled the loop I'd put around his throat until it was so tight I could see
it biting deep into his chunky sternomastoids, the muscles supporting his
head. I'd collared him, put him on a lead, turned a police officer into my
pet dog.

I leaned forward and put the keys I'd taken back into the ignition.

"Ok you fucker, taking it nice and easy move off towards the right. If
anyone crosses our path you act normal or you'll have a cheesecutter on
your jugular. I promise before anyone got me out of this car you'd be brain
dead. Understand?"

He couldn't cough out anything more than a grunt, his face colouring deeply
and his blue eyes bulging as blood began pooling in the wrong places. I
eased off the knot as he reached forward to move off, little blocks of
toughened glass from the forced window still tumbling from his uniform onto
the floor.

He followed my directions and we saw no one as I directed him down a short
access road to a side exit from the campus. Although the Uni was close to
the city, on the side we were on it was fringed by woods. I got Walker to
take the first turning we came to and within a few meters we were out of
sight of the road.

It was time to make things more secure. Once he'd turned the engine off I
took the keys back, released the lanyard I'd put around him and got out of
the car. Walker was entirely unrestrained and I had no obvious weapon. If
he was man enough to offer up some resistance, now would be the time.

"Get out."

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he opened his door, edged out and stood
up. I grinned as I watched him rubbing his neck, the ring of my noose still
clearly visible.

"You don't seem as confident as you did with your buddy earlier,
Richard. Feeling a bit woozy? Give me your hat and jacket" He handed over
his cap and began taking off his blouson. As he removed it I was able to
see more clearly just how powerful his build was. It looked like he worked
out every day, so why wasn't he putting up a fight? It made me angry.

"Please, Jamie. Let me go now and I'll make them take it easy on you. No
one gains from this."

I dropped the kit he'd given me, stepped forward and powered my closed fist
smack into the floating hinge of his big lantern jaw, taking him so much by
surprise he immediately went over on his ass. Wasting no time I went down
on top of him, flipping him onto his front and using the loop of shoelace
that had been round his neck to bind his wrists and upper arms.

With his head in the dust and the meaty double globes of his uniformed ass
in the air I disarmed him of his duty belt with its speedcuffs, CS spray,
first aid kit and baton then I pulled my gym shirt from my bag, ripped it
in two and blindfolded him before getting him back onto his feet.

The whole operation -- from Walker dozing in his car to Walker taken
hostage, securely bound and tied -- had taken about ten minutes. I opened
up the boot of his car and shoved the sightless copper over to his own
little cell. I put heavy pressure on his head, bending him down until he
realised what my plan was.

"Please, Jamie. Please, mate. Not this."

"Don't make me knock you out. Get the fuck in. NOW!"

He was a tight fit in that boot. I had to jam the lid down with my full
weight before the catch engaged but then the job was done. I picked up and
dusted off the bits of police uniform lying around then got myself
presentable ready to head back into town.

While tying Walker up was possible at the side of a road, I would need a
lot more peace and quiet to play about with him properly. I estimated it
would take about an hour before his station would confirm him as lost
rather than simply out of radio contact, and maybe a half hour after that
before they'd get around to using CCTV or satellite tracking to trace his
vehicle. That's if they put my escape and his disappearance together; but
it was just as likely it might be the end of his shift before the alarm was
raised and by that time I'd have had my fun and Walker would quite likely
be finished. Whether that meant merely knocked about, permanently
traumatised or crippled I hadn't yet decided, but I wasn't going to deny
myself the option of exploiting the fact I had nothing left to lose by
getting the darkest revenge possible on the cunt who'd brought me down. I'd
accepted that thanks to the charge of rape that would come from fucking
Slater, a huge chunk of my future would probably be spent in jail and right
then I didn't give a fuck about adding to it. I thought at that stage
Walker and I would work out which path I took together, but another twist
lay minutes ahead.

I was planning to get my hostage to a location I'd found on a yomp a few
months before, which meant driving through town. I pulled on his heavy
jacket and sat his West Mercia flat cap on my head. I could smell his body
from his gear, could feel his warmth against me and when I got into the car
and positioned myself where he'd so recently been sitting gasping for air I
felt my cock grow fully hard. I imagined the limitless abuse I could do him
now. It was going to be the roughest, most drawn out humiliation I'd ever
inflicted on anyone. Poor fucking Richard, dear me.

His weight at one end made the car sluggish to handle but very soon we were
back on the main road and heading into the city. Adding the risk of being
stopped to the prospect of using Walker any way I pleased produced a heady
brew of adrenalin and arousal. Maybe it was this mental state that inspired
me to arrange an extra element to my plan or maybe it was just the weird
coincidence that -- as I crawled past the Crown Court -- I suddenly
spotted the chav rentboy from the train, the one who had earlier offered to
let me fuck both himself and his girlfriend for fifty quid.

Luckily for me I'd spotted a lad at the peak of a furious grudge with the
police. According to the story he told me later bobbies had just fitted him
up in court for a six month community rehabilitation order. When I caught
sight of him he was about to cross the road but, just as had happened on
the train, his beady eye seemed to pick me out immediately. I watched his
face crash from friendly recognition to hatred as he took in the uniform
and panda car; he was clearly assuming he'd offered to be a rentboy for a
copper.

As I crawled past him the passenger window framed his tapered lower torso
and the heavy length of white trash dick bulging under his trackies. I
pulled towards the curb, leaned over and opened the door. Rather than
scarpering he bent down and looked in angrily but then glanced with
puzzlement at the fact I only had half a uniform on.

"What the fuck do you want? If I'd known you were filth..."

"I'm not. This is nicked. Get in mate. I've got five hundred quid for you."

His glance darted round for anyone watching, he shrugged his shoulders,
grinned and jumped in beside me. Apparently the deterrent effect of court
had lasted only as long as he was inside the building. With my new
accomplice on board, I flicked on the flashing blue lights, swerved back
into the line of cars I'd just left and then forced my way out of it into
the middle of the road, squeezing between the jammed vehicles and then on
through town towards the spot I'd picked to deal with Walker.

As we escaped the traffic I found out just what a player I'd picked up. The
boy's name was Lee Mason and rather than any edginess about a stranger
scooting about in a nicked squad car he was laughing his tits off about
it. The crunch came when he asked where the original driver had gone.

"He's in the boot."

"No. Fucking. WAY! Sweet!" and he looked ready to clamber into the back
seat to get closer. "What's your plan then? Torch the fucking thing with
him inside?"

Walker had fucked me up, he deserved what he was going to get. But I wasn't
a psychopath. Lee's glee about killing a law enforcement agent made me see
sense. Now I had someone so lairy and up for it fully on my side, I was
forced to consider consequences. It was already game over for me, but there
was no way I was going to involve a young lad in anything that could cost
him his freedom for life. He was still cackling about getting revenge but I
had to take responsibility; I'd already devised a way to make use of Lee's
willingness to use his ass to humiliate Slater but there was no reason any
of my plan should end up with him paying a price just for helping me out.

About four miles out of Worcester I turned off down a farm track and we
bounded our way over rutted mud to the place I'd found a month before, an
abandoned barn far from any other buildings.

I drove round to the back so the car would be out of view of ramblers who
chanced by and then Lee and I got out. He was desperate to see Walker
rammed into the boot but I ordered him to stand down; Walker's eyes were
covered when I'd stowed him away, but who knew what the tricky little
fucker had got up to on the journey. If everything went to plan, he was
going to get very close indeed to Lee Mason but if he'd slipped his
blindfold I was going to take care he'd never be able to identify the boy
by sight.

Tragically for the British police I'd over-estimated their constable's
initiative. If I'd been shut in a boot, when that boot was open I'd have
been out of my restraints, armed and fully prepared to destroy whoever had
taken me captive. When I opened the hatchback of Walker's car, however,
there he was - just as I'd left him; quietly doing what he'd been told,
helpless, defenceless, useless. I put my finger across my lips to warn Lee
not to let his voice be heard then beckoned him over. He suppressed excited
laughter as he looked down at the ginger copper meekly waiting for our
pleasure, curled up with his hands tied and his blindfold on.

Given that he'd had a girlfriend and a kid on the train I'd assumed Lee was
strictly gay-for-pay but what he did next made me reconsider. Rather than
wanting to get Walker out he asked me in a whisper if he could touch him
and when I nodded he reached out to run his hand over the police officer's
bulging uniformed bicep and then round to cup the tensed spheres of his ass
before going straight for goal: the taught material stretched around
Walker's crotch. This was going to be even easier than I thought. Despite
what he'd said earlier, Lee's first thought on how to use an immobilised
policeman wasn't to kill him but to use him sexually. We were both thinking
the same way.

Walker, of course, simply lay there taking it. If he'd resisted the result
would have been the same but I would have had some respect for him. When he
and his mate had assaulted me earlier I'd had CS gas pointed at my face but
I'd never submitted mentally, I'd kept them aware how full of fight I
was. Not Walker. As Lee squeezed his packet the part of his face we could
see looked as peaceful as a choirboy's. What a waste of uniform he was.

I pushed Lee aside and grabbed Walker by the upper arm, pulling him up so
he'd get the message it was time to get serious about facing what was going
to happen next. His cramped limbs and lack of sight made him comically
clumsy as he accepted my help to stagger out of his own boot. I remembered
how he'd crashed me off my bike onto the road as Lee and I watched him
trying to find his feet and failing, stumbling down into the mud chest
first, his ass up in the air. Lee glanced at me for permission and when I
nodded stepped forward to hoof his trainer into Walker's
backside. Unbelievably, rather than scrambling to his feet and turning to
resist us, the constable rolled over onto his back like a kitten,
apparently suggesting his nuts and abdomen as the next target for Lee's
foot. I almost felt sorry for him. But not quite.

I went back to the car and helped myself to a couple of items from the kit
stashed in its boot, then I hauled the dazed and humiliated plod up onto
his feet - the imprint of Lee's trainer on his muscly uniformed ass --
and I guided him into the barn. It was a wrecked place with abandoned bits
of machinery, old tools, an open water tank, broken farmhouse furniture and
a bare cement floor. In its favour was the fact it was sheltered, private
and far from anywhere. No matter what we did to Walker, nobody but us was
going to know about it.

I checked the knots he was restrained with to confirm what I already knew:
he'd made no attempt on the journey to form an escape plan, there weren't
going to be any surprises from him. I led the copper over to where straw
bales had burst open leaving a deep bed of hay on the floor and I chucked
him down there. His legs sprawled as he landed heavily and lifted his head
to try to detect what might happen next.

"Jamie? Jamie, please. It doesn't have to be like this."

Lee was quietly pissing himself seeing a police officer pleading, but I put
a hand on his arm to caution him and we quietly moved away from Walker so
we could talk without him hearing. The plan I'd formed had all been
improvised and now it came to saying it out loud I wasn't at all sure it
would make any sense. Of course, whatever happened the end result was
inevitable: I was going to deploy the full range of forced interrogation
techniques to get Walker to admit his part in fitting me up for rape, and
once that was done he was going to tell me exactly what he'd meant when
he'd yelled at me about "diaries" after he'd photographed me naked six
hours earlier.

But Lee's part in the proceedings would be up to Lee. Apart from our brief
chat on the train and then during the journey out of town, he was an
unknown quantity, I could have completely misunderstood his point of
view. But I hadn't. Years of hassle from police as a teenager had left him
so geared up with hatred for them that it was obvious straight away I was
pushing at an open door. I only had to hint he had a role in things for him
get boyishly excited and proud about it. As I told him the specifics of
what I wanted from him I watched him grinning and nodding to himself as he
thought it through, his hand dropping to the glossy grey material of his
trackies as he nursed the healthy length of cock I was asking him to put to
use. He looked up at me with his clear blue eyes gleaming.

"You reckon you can do it, Lee?"

"I was born to do it, bud. No fucking trouble at all."

So when we strolled back over to our policeman lying tied up and
blindfolded in the hay the next step was agreed: my apprentice was going to
serve up some of the same humiliation Walker and his fellow officer had
laid on me that morning.

The incident kit from the panda car had included everything I needed to put
Walker in any position we fancied but his wrists were already secured and
the blindfold was holding so all I needed to do for Lee to get to work on
him was stay close enough to act as a reminder that if he resisted there'd
be uncompromising consequences.

I squatted down at Walker's head, a knee either side of his face and my
hand flat on his chest as I leaned forward to talk quietly to him.

"You think you proved something by giving me a hard-on this morning, yeah?
Well now, Richard, we're going to give you a lesson in exactly what's
possible ok? So you just lie there and enjoy it. The sooner you respond the
sooner it's over then you and me can get down to some real business,
understand?"

He didn't answer, so I pressed my fingers over the warm white starchy
cotton of his shirt until - at the centre of his nicely developed pec - I
found the little nub of a nipple. I gripped it like a vice and twisted as I
asked him again if he'd processed what I'd said. His lips were clamped
together in pain but he nodded.

I smiled at Lee and he got down in the hay at Walker's feet.

"Open your fucking legs, copper."

Obediently, he spread his thighs and Lee moved between them so he was
kneeling over Walker's crotch. Another glance at me to check he was doing
the right thing and Lee -- the teenaged chav dad who'd been in court an
hour before - lifted his hands to start unbelting and unzipping a
policeman's uniform trousers.

Two things were immediately clear: Walker hadn't been expecting this and he
didn't like it one bit. He'd meekly submitted to being thrown about,
imprisoned in his own car and booted up the ass but now for the first time
I felt the possibility we might have a struggle on our hands. I needed to
control the head tighter so I took a hold of him by the sweaty clefts of
his armpits and moved him up onto my lap. I resumed the choke hold I'd had
on him in the car, my thumb and index finger squeezing just under his
Adam's apple.

"You cunts," he gasped as his face coloured up, but his legs were no longer
moving so Lee could decide things were quiet enough to slot his hand into
the officer's open fly. Now Walker was in the position he'd put me in: a
stranger treating his privates like public property.

"Fucking nice!"

I scowled at Lee to remind him his voice was not supposed to be heard but
having groped Walker myself I could have predicted his reaction to finding
just how hung the copper was. When Lee pulled Walker's cock out of his
underwear and into the open it was just about as soft as a dick could be,
but even so it was a heavy duty five or six inches and -- despite Lee's
wife and child -- he obviously appreciated it.

A few tugs of his circumcised length did nothing to persuade Walker's knob
to put on weight so Lee got more serious about the mission I'd given him,
pulling the bobby's strides and boxers off, fully exposing his ginger
haired tackle. Lee spat on Walker's prick, lubing the sensitive flesh so I
could hear it squelching through his grip as he wanked it. Still no hard
on.

I eased my hold on Walker's throat in case pain was draining his arousal as
I watched Lee lower his head and start applying the oral skills of a
rentboy to the constable's cock. His lip lock didn't work immediately but
gentle tickling of Walker's big hairy balls combined with a steady sucking,
swabbing pressure on his thick, juicy dick eventually produced the result
we were looking for. Walker's cock started to stand up on its own, the
shaft filling out and his nuts drawing up as a full scale erection began to
take shape.

 And once we'd got him hard the job was half done. This was going to work
out just as I'd planned.

I nestled the blindfolded policeman's head tight between my thighs as Lee
straightened up to let me see the full majesty of the mighty hardon he'd
given Walker. The boy had done a great job. That monster cock reared up wet
and obscene against the white of Walker's police shirt, pulsating with each
beat of his heart. If the copper thought he'd proved a point about my
sexuality that morning by giving me an erection with a handjob from a man,
I'd returned the compliment and I was going to take him further. Much
further.

I nodded at Lee's grinning face and he jumped up to pull off and chuck
aside his trainers then slide down his trackies and pants. Naked from the
waist down, he revealed a slender but lengthy prick that bobbed against his
football top as he moved back into position.

He crouched down over Walker, squatting with his legs either side of the
officer's legs, his young dick close to Walker's big meaty sword. Next to
Lee's young prick Walker's tool with its flared head and furry nuts looked
even more impressive. But it was Lee, not Walker who was going to control
the ensuing action. While with one hand Lee returned to stimulating
Walker's dick by rubbing it, with the other he took a pooled handful of his
own saliva from his mouth and transferred it round behind himself to the
cleft of his tight little chav asshole.

Yeah, that's right - that was the plan - against his will this particular
policeman was going to break a scally lad's backdoor down.

Lee rubbed the rigid organ he was about to mount while also lubricating the
balloon knot it was going to get rammed inside. As my apprentice fingered
his own hole ready to have it opened wide by our prisoner's dick, I patted
Walker's cheek and tried to imagine what might be going through his
head. Maybe he thought all I wanted was to do what he'd done to me - take
pictures of him with an erection. But if that's what he'd anticipated, he'd
seriously underestimated my skills in stage managing sexual humiliation. I
was going to get the fucker raped, but backwards: use his dick against his
will to make him fuck a chav that in other circumstances he'd have been
arresting. I was going to force Walker -- the woman-battering bigot --
into fucking a man. It was priceless.

Lee moved further up the policeman's body so his ass was right over the
engorged ramrod of Walker's cock. He pulled that big dick from where it lay
-- straining against Walker's flat stomach -- until it was forced
vertical, ready for launch. The boy leaned forward and put a hand flat
against Walker's chest, bracing himself as he lowered his snatch down
towards the constable's knob. He looked directly at me -- his
blond-haired good looks spoiled by the strain of trying to take a huge hard
penis bareback up his cunt. I almost forgot what Walker might be feeling as
I watched my boy trying to cram nine inches of angry adult cock inside his
tiny little ring. He lifted himself higher so he could use all his weight
to press down on that enormous organ and -- with a gasp- I saw him settle
onto it. It had happened; Walker had his knob inside another man. Or at
least part of it. When Lee lifted his shirt to show me what was going on I
could see only the head of the copper's prick had got between Lee's lips;
he still had a long, long way to go.

"Take it easy mate. You ok?"

"Fuck yeah, I love it. Just give me a second, yeah?"

"In your own time."

"You fucking perverts. You'll pay for this."

My concentration had lapsed. I'd let Lee speak out loud and my hold on
Walker's throat had relaxed to the extent that he'd got cosy enough to
start insulting us. I leaned forward and ripped open his shirt, exposing
the wiry russet forest of his chest. I located his two nipples and applied
sufficient pinch power to almost rip the fuckers clean off. He reacted
powerfully, throwing his head back into the hay and bucking his hips
forward thrusting his weapon hard and fast into Lee's tight
ringpiece. Unintentionally I'd sped us forward, accidentally burying
Walker's cock right where we wanted it, deep inside a man's asshole. There
was no denying it now, whatever happened to me, whatever happened next, I'd
forced a fiercely anti-gay constable, a power-mad terror of the
neighbourhood who thought he'd totally outwitted me to do what horrified
him most -- to fuck another dude. And, no matter how sickened he might
have been about sticking his dick inside a man - there was no sign his dick
itself was giving up. The beercan thick base of it was rooted far inside
Lee's gash.

Long experience of planning and analysing military strategy had taught me
always to think ahead. While I was impressed and pleased by the way Lee had
managed to get Walker to fuck him, I was also busy planning the next more
ruthless phase of my operation. I noted a heavy metal chair, the old water
tank, lengths of bailing twine and dirty, broken hand tools. I considered
the uses to which they could be put. And while I waited for my turn I was
fully content to do what I was already doing: restraining a straight,
aggressively anti-gay cop while a lean, blond 19 year old youth took his
brick hard cock right up the shitter.

Lee's face was a picture: all effort and arousal as he panted and groaned
over trying to accommodate the constable's enormous pole. How good his
tight young asshole must have felt around that fat piece of meat.  There
was no way Walker was going to lose his hard on now and the pleasure hadn't
even really started yet because no sooner had Lee's hot colon adjusted to
the length he'd taken than the boy began drawing himself back off it
again. I watched as the wide root of Richard's dick emerged from Lee's
cunt. Although I'd never been fucked I could almost feel how badly Lee's
hole would be craving to be filled again. He lifted himself until nothing
more than the tip of the police officer's penis was penetrating him, then
-- throwing back his head and moaning deeply -- he sunk himself back on
it.

Resistant and angry as he was the copper couldn't help releasing an audible
grunt of pleasure, his big weapon safely lodged back inside hot teen
snatch. The lucky fucker was about to get a cock massage of a higher
quality than anything his wife could provide; he had a muscly young sex
professional committing all his expertise and energy into milking his
dick. This wasn't punishment, it was a reward and as Lee began to ride up
and down Walker's pole I made my mind up that once Lee had finished I'd
show no mercy in the phase that came next.

Thinking it would help advance my plans I licked my thumb and first finger,
leaning forward to gently tweak and stimulate the nipples I'd been
gripping. Lee's pumping speeded up, he was bouncing on Walker's shaft with
moderate intensity and that steady rhythm combined with my teasing and
flicking of Walker's nips drew less and less restrained moans of pleasure
from the copper. He was enjoying himself the bastard. Never mind, let him
get his oats. It wasn't going to last. Once he'd shot his load he was going
to get a shock.

The minutes passed. The sounds of fucking filled the barn. With each
passage of the sleeve of his ass up and down Walker's dick, Lee was
bringing forward the moment when the police officer was going to spew his
load far inside the teenager's guts. A powerful climax was approaching and
the ginger plod was no longer bothering to hide how much he'd given himself
over to the sensation of being skilfully milked.

Flicking his nipples while watching him throwing his head about I wondered
what his mates down at the nick would have made of seeing their buddy
building his way towards breeding a chav lad. Maybe being forced made it
easier for Walker to let himself enjoy the feel of a lad's ass clamped
round his root, or maybe the blindfold was helping him pretend there was
nothing gay about blurting his knacker juice up Lee's slot, but, whatever
it was, the PC's red-faced, slack-jawed, sweaty appearance showed he wasn't
far off cumming.

A notion had occurred to me that as soon as it looked like his dick had
begun delivering his load I was going to remind him he was my property by
spitting in the fucker's face, so I was carefully collecting salvia in my
mouth ready to bring him back down to earth. When the moment arrived --
when Walker bucked his hips to lodge his big fat tool deeper than ever
inside Lee's cunt -- he threw his head back between my thighs and opened
his mouth so wide I could see his tonsils. That was the moment. Just as his
dick flooded Lee's insides with thick hot constable cum, I released a wad
of drool from between my lips and let it fall straight down Walker's
throat. He was chocking on my phlegm while still tremoring and shuddering
over the effort of delivering his baby juice inside the tightly squeezing
rectum of the lad who'd just raped him.

Lee's pumping slowed then stopped, he grinned at me: mission
accomplished. He'd done exactly what I'd asked and his reward was the
darkest, deepest humiliation a gay-hating bigot like Walker could ever have
faced: having his cock spill the last dregs of an overpowering ejaculation
into another man's ass.

I'd woken up in the night wondering if I could ever bring myself to fuck a
guy. Well, I'd fucked a guy, I'd seen to it a guy got fucked and now I'd
forced a straight police officer to fuck a young offender. I'd proved my
point; if I was caught and sentenced for "raping" Rob Slater I'd have quite
a morning to reflect on in my cell. But before I got to that there was the
small matter of dealing with the cunt that was going to get me put
inside. Now Walker had shot his bolt it was time to torture the truth out
of him, to find out what lay behind the plot he'd spun around me.

Lee cautiously eased his well stretched ringpiece off our victim's fast
deflating prick and stood to pull his trackies up. I got up too, leaving
Walker recovering in the hay while I went over to Lee, once again guiding
him away to where we could talk without his voice being heard.

"You alright mate?"

"Fuck, that's a big cock."

"You did really well son. Now you gotta fuck off, ok?"

"What? Why? I wanna help you do him in."

"No. Definitely not."

"Please. At least let me stay and watch, have a pop at him myself. Just
soften him up for you. Go on, Jamie, play fair."

"No."

"I want to see how it's done mate, I've always wondered. Come on, fella." I
glared at him. "Ok, ok, soldier. No dice. But you gotta give me
something. What about you let me knock one out right in his face yeah? I'll
spunk the fucker, that'll do."

"Then you'll go? No argument, no hanging about outside?"

"Gutted. But ok. Let me spank my monkey at him and I'll leave."

"Right. Remember don't let him hear your voice and his blindfold stays
on. There's got to be no way this can come back on you. I'm serious."

"Ok, ok. Whatever."

The army changed the way I saw everything. Then working Special Forces
meant I sometimes had to think hard to understand what other people
perceive as normal. If Lee had kicked up a fuss about what I'd asked from
him it might have warned me kidnapping, sexualising and torturing a police
officer was extreme behaviour.

It might have warned me, but it wouldn't have stopped me.

In the field my stubborn nature often meant a lack of success under cover,
but once my identity was unconcealed I'd never failed to get the
information we had wanted from a source, no matter how badly that source
had tried to throw me off. Lee could waste the little time I had because
Walker would disclose everything he knew and I'd control the rate at which
it came. If I enjoyed torturing him and there was time, I'd draw it out. If
it had to be fast then fast is how he'd break.

The surveillance I'd done while Lee was getting fucked meant it took about
20 seconds to get the constable on his feet and in position: thrown down
hard into the rusty metal chair I'd always seen as central to my plans. His
dropped trousers shackled his ankles and of course he was still blindfolded
with his wrists bound behind his back, so restraining him any further would
only waste more time.

Lee and I stood together in front of him, Lee massaging himself through his
trackies. At first I couldn't see what was turning him on, but slowly it
dawned on me, Walker did look good: his white police shirt was open so he
was still showing off his gym-fresh build complete with the angry red marks
I'd inflicted on his nipples. True, his battered dick was soft now but both
it and his nuts looked obscenely big and - best of all - he was an
apparently totally straight authority figure who'd been brutalised,
sexually abused and humiliated by a soldier and a chav. If ever a fit
powerful alpha male had been turned into a degraded slut then Walker was
that man.

I stepped forward and checked the sweaty gym shirt I had tied round
Walker's head was still preventing him from seeing anything, then I nodded
Lee up to his target while I backed away.

The kid was laughing to himself at having a category of cunt he must have
loathed -- the police -- almost naked and completely helpless, at his
mercy to do with as he liked. He reached out to stroke his hand through
Walker's ginger crop then dropped it to flick the police issue shirt wider
open and toy with Walker's tits.

"You've got to get a move on, ok? They're bound to notice he's missing,
could be tracking him now." This seemed to finally bring Walker out of his
post-orgasmic daze.

"Yes. You're right, Stacks. Let me go now or it will be even worse when we
get you."

I bounded up and drove my right fist smack into his jaw. It shut him up. I
bent down and blared in his ear, "WE? Who the fuck is `we'? There's not
going to be any `we' because in half an hour or so there will be nothing
recognisable left as you."

He bowed his head and once again I moved off away from him and nodded at
Lee who was giving me a worried look. He'd realised exactly how dangerous I
was, that I meant what I said.

"Get on with it, or fuck off now."

Lee didn't need telling twice. He yanked his trousers down freeing his big
blond-haired cock and moved it up against Walker's face. He did the classic
porno thing of thwacking it against Walker's unresponsive mug, rubbing the
head of it against the copper's mouth and nose. For a moment I thought he
was about to try getting a blow job out of our prisoner but it was very
clear that now Walker had been made to fuck a man he'd withdrawn all
further cooperation. To the extent he was able to, he moved his lips away
from Lee's bellend, turning his face. But that didn't remotely discourage
Lee from taunting him with his dick. I had a good look at the tight, smooth
spheres of Lee's bare ass, the back of his young, bouncing nuts visible as
they swung between his thighs.

The fact that Walker had enjoyed the grip of Lee's pussy but I had not
greatly increased the deadly fury I felt towards the cop. But despite this
and the fact that time was cracking on, I still wasn't impatient to punish
him.  His time would come. I'd get my chance. He'd pay.

Another minute or so of Lee flicking his hand up and down his shaft and a
change in the urgency of his breathing indicated the lad was about to blow
his load. He grabbed Walker's head to hold it steady so he could aim his
piss slit right in the constable's mush and then he lifted himself on his
toes as his whole body tensed and stretched to jet shot after shot of thick
pearly teenage cock snot all over PC Walker's arrogant ginger piehole. The
fucker kept his lips locked shut but nothing could have been worse for him
than feeling that hot heavy rain pouring all over him. It was quite a
sight.

After a brief pause to collect himself, Lee hobbled backwards without
speaking and pulled up his pants. I knew that now he'd cum I could trust
him to get himself away, he'd leave me to it. As the sound of his trainers
left the barn I moved up to get just a few inches away from Walker, thick
dollops of spunk still dripping from his forehead and the end of his nose.

"Just you and me now mate. You ready for this last bit?"

"Please, Jamie. Please. I'll do anything."

I had quietly picked up a spanner from the bench of broken tools and I let
Walker know of its existence, running the heavy dirty head from the bony
ridges of his temple down the wet bristly softness of his cheek.

"No, no, baby. Don't crack like that. If you give me what I want too early
I'm going to assume you have more to give. You've got to be brave and take
it. That's how we play."

"Fuck, fuck." He was panting. I moved away and walked silently around him,
keeping my voice very low and neutral.

"Now, this morning after you'd taken me off my bike and photographed me
with my dick out, you mentioned some diaries. You said your brother had
Penno's diaries. You meant Kevin Pennington didn't you? Sergeant Kevin
Pennington?"

"Yes! Yes! But it's Jack that has them. I could get them for you. Please, I
could get them."

Directly behind him, but knowing he had no idea where I was, I grabbed the
back of the chair on which I'd slung him and dragged both it and him
backwards over towards the water tank I'd noted when we first arrived.

I knew from counter-interrogation training the disorientation and fear that
comes from being hauled about while tied up and blind. As Walker tried to
take his bearings I paused, silent beside him, the faint drip of the
leaking cattle trough just audible to both of us.

I leaned down so my lips were millimetres from his ear and I whispered as
softly as I could.

"Your brother has stolen a dead soldier's private diaries. You both know
that soldier was my closest friend. You really think pleading and
bargaining with me is going to save your life? No, mate. It's over for
you. You've done something so wrong you can't be allowed to live. Nothing
can save you. I would die myself rather than share the planet with
shit-sucking scum of your kind."

He literally gulped and then a new flow of water could be heard. I dropped
my eyes to watch his heavy flaccid dick release a half pint or so of vivid
yellow, fear-loaded piss. So the treatment was working.

Leaving another long, deliberate, silence for him to try working out my
next move I went back to the workbench and fetched my next implement, a
battered but harmless looking four pint enamelled jug. I strolled back to
Walker who'd finished pissing himself and was moving his head round trying
to understand where the next surprise might be coming from.

The back of the chair I'd put him in was low, reaching to the midpoint of
Walker's spine. He was sitting side on to the tank and I was behind him. I
braced my foot on the metal bar between the rear two legs of the chair and
tipped him backwards towards me so that his head naturally fell back almost
against my stomach.

I was able to hold him there using only my foot to keep the chair on its
rear two legs.

With one hand holding the jug I used the other to ease off the knot I'd put
in the t-shirt blindfolding him. I took it off completely and looked down
at him as he blinked and narrowed his eyes to try controlling the sudden
blast of light. Presumably he now believed there was no point begging for
his life because he said nothing, only found my eyes and looked at me with
desperate pleading, slightly shaking his head as if to say "no".

I put the jug into the water and let it float there, rusty rain water
gradually spilling over its lip, making it sink lower as I smoothed out the
dark blue material that had been blindfolding Walker. I doubled it over
then dropped it over his mouth so that it fully covered his lower jaw but
left his nose clear. I knotted it very tightly at the back of his head.

"This is waterboarding Richard. It's a simple American technique but it
works very well. There's no human agony as bad as drowning, from what I've
heard. And please try to remember I'm doing this to you for no reason other
than wanting to watch you suffer. You understand that don't you? There's no
information I want from you. This is just for fun to pass the time before I
snuff you."

His eyes became wider, terrified, fixed on me as if just staring at me
might turn the source of all his troubles into the solution to them.

I reached into the tank for the now fully sunk jug and lifted it out. After
the quiet of my controlled voice and Walker's muted piss the crashing and
splashing of the water was loud as gunfire.

I lifted the jug over him and with one hand clamped around his neck forcing
his head right back and his mouth shut, I let water flow down onto his
face. His only option was to inhale through his nose which shot jets of
dirty liquid straight to the back of his throat activating the gag
reflex. He retched and bucked as the fire of oxygen deprivation burnt its
way into his lungs.

Interrogation theory suggested a few seconds was enough so well before the
jug was half empty I chucked it back into the tank and let his chair smash
forward so all four legs were on the ground again. The next bit had to be
quick.

While he was still choking and half-vomiting I ripped his gag up, took a
step back and then pistoned my arm into his wrenching gut. He doubled
forward with his mouth still trying to clear water from his chest and I
cracked the flat of my hand with all my strength into his face.

He was bent double, instinctively trying to minimise the target he
presented but I wasn't having that. I was going to get right inside Richard
Walker, starting now. Once again I took a hold of his neck, but this time
from the front. I used the agony of pressure on his Adam's apple to force
him to sit up against the back of his chair. I wedged my knee hard between
his thighs, feeling the soft loose bag of his big scrotum under the hard
bone of my kneecap so now he was both struggling to recover from multiple
sources of intense pain as well as experiencing new pain in two vital
areas: the windpipe and testicles.

"WHY?"

Tears of fear and terror were running from his eyes as I placed my furious
face centimetres from his. I could see he was desperately trying to
understand and answer but I knew the grip I had on his neck meant he
couldn't speak. I pulled my fist backwards so he could see a hammer of
knuckle was about to smash straight down into the fragile geometry of his
nose.

Just when he thought the end was inevitable I released him and moved away,
allowing what for him would have been precious moments of recovery. I
listened to him being wracked by involuntary spasms, still trying to choke
up the filth he'd inhaled from the water tank. I had another look at the
tools laid out before me on the bench and took my time over picking up the
rusty spanner once more. I went back over to Walker, the weighty metal club
held loosely in my hand.

"Tell me now why you jumped me, why you tried to set me up, what the thing
with Slater was. This is about more than your brother being sacked from the
Army. What's this about Walker? You fucking tell me now."

"No, no. It's all Jack. I had to do it for him."

"But why me? It was Kevin who investigated Jack, not me. All I did was sign
his papers and see him off the camp. He'd stolen, he had to go. Why all
this for that?"

"It's the diaries. He thinks you set him up because he found the diaries."

I stared at him for a few beats then strode forward and pushed him back
into his seat. I raised the spanner high over his head. He flinched down as
the threat level to his life once again rocketed upwards.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IN THOSE DIARIES?"

His voice was high and racing, like a teenage girl's. I'd reduced a
cocksure top dog to a pleading child.

"Please, please, don't. Jack thinks Penno loved you. I've not seen them,
only bits. Jack said you were lovers and you sacked him because he knew. He
thinks it a gay thing. Not me. Not me. Please, Jesus. Not me."

I chucked the spanner across the barn and moved back behind Walker, hauling
his chair into position beside the water tank again. Like before, I tilted
him back and put my hand around his neck. I reached into the water for the
jug. I'd been clear he'd feared his skull being cracked open but the
thought of more water-boarding really pressed his panic button. His eyes
went wide with horror.

"Oh God, no. Please Jamie. I'm begging. Please."

The dangerous thing now was that I believed the information he'd revealed
but I wasn't sure what to do with it. I didn't understand it. This meant I
no longer had a plan. I didn't have thinking time but I didn't want to kill
him immediately either. What I'd told him had become true: I was
effectively torturing him for nothing. It was Jack I needed to get to, not
his younger brother.

And what did it mean? I'd been puzzling earlier that morning over the
drunken night out when Kev had backed me up against a wall and planted a
hard kiss on my mouth; it was a strange thing to do, but behaviour more or
less typical of soldiers on a night out. He'd known he meant the world to
me, we'd been through selection, training and then intense danger countless
times together, it had made us closer than brothers. But the idea of him
loving me, especially of him writing those thoughts down was just
impossible.

I'd intended Walker's torture to be revenge for the rape charge he'd fitted
me up with. I'd wanted to face prison satisfied I'd got one back on him and
so be more able to accept a long spell inside, but now my peace was going
to be ruined puzzling about what his brother knew, what my best mate had
revealed on paper. Kevin had been the only person on earth I'd ever truly
cared about. Now I knew he'd sent me a message from his tomb. But the
Walker brothers' scheming was going to separate me from finding out what
the message was. Possibly forever.

Just as I began pulling my victim's gag back into place I suddenly realised
there was still a way I could gain the upper hand.

I abandoned the fitting of the gag, dropped the jug back in the tank and
let Walker's chair fall back onto its four legs.

Still standing behind him I leaned down and reached into my boot. Never
once teaching at uni had I ever been without the Special Forces tactical
knife every solider I'd ever known carried at all times. I drew it out.

The game was over. I'd told him I'd kill him but I hadn't meant it. Now I
did. I'd butcher Walker and that way even if I never got near his brother
or Penno's diaries I'd stab his family in their heart. They'd pay for
degrading Kevin's memory for the rest of their lives. And I'd gladly take a
murder rap if it meant standing up for Kev. These cunts, they'd dragged a
hero's reputation through fifteen miles of shit. I'd show them what that
was going to cost.

Walker was slumped forward in his seat, defeated, no longer fighting on. I
unfolded my knife and locked it in position. Building my contempt for the
pathetic, shrunken copper slouched before me I ran my thumb over the deep
saw-like serrations of the blade, feeling the points tugging at my skin. I
knew from my own experience how easily it punched through muscle and
gristle to find an artery, how quickly it could cut a throat.

I moved into position so my stomach was against Walker's back. There was no
need for threat or fuss, he was just the pawn. I'd be using him to get to
Jack. I lifted my hand over his shoulder and dropped it on the gingery
hairs between his pecs. Gently, I slid my palm up from his chest to the
smooth pale skin at the base of his neck and then up to his chin where,
like a barber preparing to shave him, I lifted and tilted his head to one
side so the skin covering his jugular was pulled taught. I knew once I'd
sliced him there would be struggling - he wouldn't bleed to death quietly -
so I held him firmer now and I settled my mind to do it quick. Out of his
eyeline I lifted the black shark-like blade to his neck and I breathed out.

A sudden rush of clattered metal and boots took all my attention to the
barn door. Faster than I was able to process the sudden change in my
situation my eyes registered four armed response officers, two with sniper
rifles and two aiming MP-10 submachine guns.

"STOP! ARMED POLICE!"

I wasn't going to stop. I dug the blade against Walker's throat down and
pulled it back. As hot arterial blood began to spray from him I heard the
coordinated snick of safety catches coming off and I braced myself to be
shot.