Sexy young guy pleasuring himself
Green Berets & Jockstraps
GREEN BERETS AND JOCKSTRAPS
PART ONE
I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. My Special Forces team stood ready and eager in the plane about to parachute out the big cargo door over Pukudu Deme.
But something is wrong! The moment they opened the C-130 s big rear door and I got my first view of the Pacific island when the air rushed in with the heat and humidity a strange uneasiness hit me. Bad feeling! Bad feeling!
The Jumpmaster shouted Go! and the first man jumped out the door followed by the next and the next and the next and as the line shuffled quickly to the door suddenly I saw –
The man ahead of me is naked!
The man about to jump out the door was nude — no helmet no camouflage Battle Dress uniform no parachute! Bare skin! What the hell??
I shook my head and instantly everything was normal — Hizevsky was fully dressed as he dived out the door but I was so astonished I almost stumbled out the door after him.
Once falling through the sky the excitement of a military parachute jump took over and I went through the mental checklist of things to do. When I felt the pull of the canopy opening above me I looked up to check the lines and grabbed for the toggles that steered it. I looked down.
Pukudu Deme spread out below me a tiny anchor-shaped island with the crater of an extinct volcano at the far end and white lines of surf leading down to mirror-image rounded lagoons at the other. Beautiful place. It was deserted uninhabited almost unknown discovered only recently by satellite mapping. Have to come back here sometime with the wife.
***** Our team was on a training mission to survey the tiny place for a clandestine landing strip — a secret runway a hidden ace card for any US aircraft in the area that might be in trouble. Pukudu Deme was a very lonely spot in a group of empty volcanic atolls. Completely unknown. No information about it anywhere.
And for a National Guard Special Forces team to get the mission was a real honor. The 12 of us looked forward to a two-week summer camp of real-world military action.
The Air Force put us out over Pukudu Deme at 1 400 feet — a low-level combat jump. I steered for the landing zone a wide part of the beach — 900 feet — 850 feet — 800 feet. At 750 feet the heat hit me. Whew! The place is a furnace! 700 — 650 — 600 — 550 — I got ready for the landing — 500 — 450 — 400 — 350 — Beautiful place really. Flowers everywhere! 300 — 250 — 200 — Get ready! I released my pack and it fell to the end of the long tether attached to my harness — 150 — 100 — 50 –
Ka-bam! I hit the ground and rolled onto my side. Good landing. In the drop zone. Didn t hit a tree or step in a hole. A landing I can walk away from. Good landing!
Man is this place hot!! I gathered up my chute put on my pack and started moving toward the assembly area. Couldn t get over the momentary weirdness back in the plane. What in hell came over me? Must have been from the excitement.
By the time I got to the assembly point I was drenched in sweat. The humidity was awful but the air had a haunting perfume a wonderful smell of flowers. But damn it was hot!
*****
I stood at the assembly area counting noses — everybody accounted for. Ali my Assistant Team Leader waved to me and I walked over to where he stood with McGinnis the Operations Sergeant.
Captain Tudizzi the supply drop hit a rock and broke open the container.
Anything damaged?
The radios both of em. Don t know what else yet.
Both radios? Damn. I wiped the sweat away from my face. Jeez this place is hot! Let s get into the shade.
The team moved from the beach into the nearby jungle. Ali held up a thermometer. 120 degrees. That s scary. Heat-stroke temps. I saw weather reports just before we left — a heat-wave over this area.
Well we don t have any big time pressures. The surveying will take only a day or two. We ll just take it easy — lot of swimming drills no mountain-climbing. Get the surveying done in the early mornings.
I glanced over at some of the other men sitting under palm trees looking like an old communist poster for the suffering sweating working class. A couple had even pulled off their shirts. I muttered out loud I don t like losing both the radios. Maybe Collins can fix one of them. Hopefully we won t need them.
But then something weird again — suddenly the men taking shade under the trees were naked! Their uniforms completely gone!
Astonished I shook my head. Everything snapped back to normal. What in hell is happening to me?? Is this from the heat?
I got an idea. Tell you what guys let s all take a quick dip in the ocean to cool off! That brought cheers. We all stripped down for a quick dip — and then I did see naked bodies but at least this time I m not seeing things.
Hunky guys. Every man on the team is a real stud! I forced myself to look away. Why am I noticing this now? Never paid attention before. We d all been in the showers dozens of times. My mouth watered. Damn what s the matter with me? I ve never looked at a man before! I m married for hell s sake!
I got out of the water and walked back onto the sand. But I couldn t keep turned away. Had to look back. Damn look at those guys! The muscles! The round butts! I felt my cock hardening. Oh shit now what? Damn! My dick stood up hard and proud. How fucking embarrassing!
When I came out of the water the other members of the team started splashing back to the shore and when I looked back every one of them had a hard cock too! Everybody was red in the face smiling sheepishly.
Looks like everybody s turned on
Hizevsky the medic. I looked hard at him. At 20 Joe Hizevsky was the youngest man on the team. I had wondered about that when he first joined the team as the medic. My life is going to be in the hands of a 20-year-old kid? But the Special Forces Medic course was the longest in the US Army and they came out practically surgeons. Hizevsky knew everything about the human body and he knew every medicinal plant in the book. The guys called him The Sorcerer.
I moved behind some trees where my upjutting dong couldn t be seen while I pulled my pants back on — but I didn t want to put my clothes on again. I stopped with just my jockstrap on. I want to stay naked! Such a rush of arousal swept over me I couldn t keep my hand off my cock. God I m horny!!
So turned on I had to fight the impulse to jack off right there I got a weird idea — a solution to the heat and the horniness. Yeah! I couldn t resist a couple of strokes over the pouch covering my stiff cock. Wait till I tell them!
After a couple of moments as the naked men walked out of the water from behind the trees I raised my voice. Men in this heat we re going to have stroke and heat prostration problems without some special arrangements. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.
For the duration of the exercise the uniform of the day will be jockstraps and boots — only way to beat the heat! I stepped from behind the trees clasping my hands over my head in victory.
Dead silence.
After a few seconds though the shock wore off and after looking at each other with little smiles the men got busy getting dressed. In just their jockstraps.
Damn I was hot. What a group! Fine bodies fine! Look at those muscles! I was a little disappointed to see all those big cocks being stuffed behind jockstrap pouches but I loved seeing all that skin.
Ali my second-in-command lay back on some soft bushes. Warrant Officer Joe Ali was African American and Southern Baptist not Muslim — his father had changed the family name to Ali as a political statement back in the Sixties. He was a schoolteacher in civilian life. Handsome man. Funny I never thought that before . . . and in a jockstrap he s downright . . .
I shook my head. For hell s sake what s wrong with me? Ali and I had been leaders of the team for several years. I knew his family he knew mine. Although we had showered together many times I had never looked at him with sexual thoughts before. What the fuck is happening to me??
I walked off in the opposite direction — only to see Dozier.
Sergeant Al Dozier was a big martial arts expert my weapons sergeant the other black guy on the team. Tough guy. Had a few scrapes with the law. Worked construction as a civilian.
Couldn t help myself — I stared. Dozier was 6 5 250 pounds and built like an M-1 tank.
What s come over me? What have I done? I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. I ve never looked at men this way before! Now I m almost drunk! And wait till they hear back at Headquarters that I let everybody run around in jockstraps!
I turned away in yet another direction. There I found Hizevsky our young medic lying back in the foliage. Looking up at me with lust in his eyes. Posing like a magazine model. I licked my lips as I looked at the bulge in his jockstrap. For such a young guy he s really hung!
I was so horny I felt like yanking off my supporter and declaring that all men would walk around naked. I bit my lip to keep my mouth shut. Something is playing with my mind!
I liked Hizevsky s jock. A swimmer s model. Thin straps. I like that — bares more skin.
I looked back at Dozier who was striding through the jungle toward me. Magnificent. The bull. He was staring at me and I realized I was breathing hard. Damn look at that jock pouch swell up! His cock is thrusting up over the waistband.
Couldn t tear my eyes away. Black as ebony. I can see it throbbing from here! When it grew hard enough that his foreskin slid back from the head it was shiny and wet. Wish I could see all of that big thing! As if he read my mind Dozier reached down and pulled the pouch aside. I saw it. Stunning. A stallion. A monster bobbing in the air with every step.
Then I could read his mind. I knew what he wanted. I knew what he was coming for. And something in me snapped.
I sank to my knees in the sand as Dozier walked up and I opened my mouth to suck in that big drooling thing. I spread my jaws wide around the huge hot mind-blowing cock! Oh yeah! I grunted like a pig as I sucked it and my hands gripped the huge shaft — My god both hands! Can t close my fingers around it! Dozier grabbed my head and rammed his cock down my throat almost choking me.
But with my heart pounding in my chest I didn t care! I couldn t say a word — mouth and throat full of his meat — but I grunted with lust my brain on fire. Yeah! Yeah ram that big thing down me all the way down my throat! Fuck my throat! FUCK MY FACE!
In a very short time after only a few lunges Dozier cummed and a boiling gush shot down my throat. And his orgasm spread to me! My own cock spurted my jizz in long blasts into my jockstrap and long white drools of it soaked through the mesh to slither to the sand.
Dizzy almost blacked out from the ecstasy I fell back and Dozier s big cock slipped from my mouth. Streams of his cum ran from the corners of my lips. I gulped air into my lungs — and the rest of his jizz down my throat.
I lay before him moaning in pleasure — God oh God . . . never felt anything like it . . . I got off from sucking another man s cock . . . but gradually I came to. My god what have I done?? I m a US Army captain and I just gave a blowjob to a sergeant — in the presence of all my men!
I opened my eyes.
None of my men were watching. All around me the team was in an orgy! The bigger men were paired with the smaller ones the shorter guys sucking their cocks their eyes closed everybody horny as sailors the jungle full of men kissing and groping each other in the bamboo thickets
This is getting out of control!
Farther back in the foliage other members of the team engaged each other in more serious competition.
Not only did I see blowjobs I saw Special Forces cocks going up Green Beret asses. They ve gone all the way! I should have been disgusted . . . but I was jealous!
When Ali walked over to me he wore a grim smile. Interesting command technique Captain Tudizzi. I was still breathing hard and I was still hot. His eyes too were dark dilated in lust. I wanted more.
I lay back on the ground spread my legs and lifted them in the air. Got another technique you ll like. A performance test.
Without another word Ali dropped onto me mounted me and pulled aside the elastic straps blocking his aim at my asshole. Then he aligned his big cockhead and YEEOWTCH! Jesus Fucking Christ!! He s ramming an M-16 barrel up my ass!
But I didn t scream. Didn t let myself yell anything. I was the commanding officer after all. Bad example for my men. I took Ali s huge cock up my virgin ass biting my lip so hard it bled. But I got every last inch. His cockhair ground into my pelvis.
I love it! I was so hot so horny once the first pain faded away it turned into the most exhilarating feeling I ever had and it built up to an pleasure so strong it was almost an orgasm without cumming!
It got through to my cock though and I went over the falls — I sputtered more of my jism into my jockstrap pouch. Oh man this is crazy! Two orgasms in 10 minutes!
And something else: my cock was cooling down but my asshole still sizzled in the ecstasy of being fucked. Ali kept me floating on a cloud of pleasure all the way to his own cumming and when he busted a nut in my ass I felt it — and the idea that he was cumming in me drove me into yet another ejaculation!
He lay on me both of us panting and sweating. His mouth close to my ear he whispered Fine ass Captain. Ultra-fine. He paused took in a breath. Captain Tudizzi something is wrong here. Mass hypnosis maybe. We re all fuck-drunk.
I looked around. The whole team was in an orgy of fucking.
No sooner did Ali get up off me than another man — Collins the radio man — pulled my slimy jock pouch aside and started licking my cock sucking up my jizz cleaning it making me hard again.
And as my cock went down his throat I saw Ali join in as the men changed partners — moving to someone else or another sexual act as soon as they got an orgasm.
After Collins finished his licking my cock I joined in with the rest and gradually the men of my Special Forces team moved into a line of six men on their backs with another six mounted on them fucking like there was no tomorrow. My cock thrust into the asshole of every man on my team and when I was on my back one after the other of my men shot his jizz up my ass.
At first the beach had filled with groans of agony as virgin rectums stretched around big Green Beret cocks but in every case our faces gradually relaxed from grimaces of pain into the sloe-eyed open-mouthed drug-addict expressions of ecstasy. God what a thrill! I love being fucked up the ass!
At one point totally fucked out I lay on the beach panting exhausted barely able to raise my head. Hizevsky dropped to the ground beside me. Captain he gasped I think we have a problem.
I looked down. With a cock that big you have no problem.
That s what I mean sir. We re all fuck drunk.
I was beginning to get my hardon back. Yeah. Ali told me. Why is that bad?
It s getting stronger and stronger. Look at Dozier. He has now fucked every single man on the team at least once. And he s starting over. He rolled over to look at me. Captain that s 12 orgasms in two hours!
Nice cock. Hizevsky s hard again already. I reached out for it and when I touched him he purred. He liked it. But he shook his head to clear his thoughts. You see Captain? We re not coming out of it — Ooh yeah squeeze me . . . squeeze it there!
I rolled toward him and bent down to his crotch. So what s causing it? I opened my mouth and took his big cock between my jaws using my lips and tongue to push back his foreskin.
Hizevsky moaned deep in his chest. Fighting to keep focused he looked into my eyes. The flowers. We re breathing the flowers — ah god you got a hot mouth! — Flower are like — oh yeah ungh! — Brazilian Iaieihonia . . . they cause hallucinations — Oh Jesus GOD!
His hips trembling Hizevsky s cock gushed a hot load of sperm into my mouth and I gulped it down like a man dying of thirst. Fuck I m horny and I love Hizevsky s jizz. Where does it get that sweet taste?
And it hit me: I had blown every man on the team more than once. I could recognize some of them by the taste of their sperm.
Momentarily exhausted Hizevsky rolled onto his back. Breathing hard he looked up at me. Captain it s the flowers! They re some kind of Iaieihonia!
Seeing me rolling over to mount him he raised his legs and spread them. But they make us sex-crazed . . . if we don t do something to stop the — Ooomph! God you re big! Ram that big log in deep you big bastard!
My hips lunged against the healthy muscular young man my cock thrilling in the tight tunnel of his hard meat. But somewhere in some unused space in my fuck-fevered brain I knew it was true: We ve got to get ourselves under control! If Hizevsky s right we could fuck ourselves to death!
A few minutes time later a blast of thunder rolled through the sky and raindrops spattered over my face.
As the rain washed the Iaieihonia fumes out of the air I could think clearly again. It s washing the lust out of my brain! I had finished with Hizevsky by then and I looked over at him. Shit! We need to get out of here.
Well at least the rain washes it away.
We ve got to do something while it s raining! Before the scent comes back!
But what? We had no radios — and when I asked Collins if he could make one radio out of the pieces of two he said in panting breaths I could fix it but I d rather feel my captain s big piece of meat stretching my asshole!
And who could resist such an invitation? I positioned Collins like a four-legged radio bench then plugged myself into him as I twisted the dials of his nipples jolting him with wavelengths as we both searched for our favorite station.
My men and I fucked ourselves into exhaustion for the rest of the day and into the night.
PART TWO
The next morning as an early rainstorm washed the white streaks from my chest and loosened the cum matted in my crotch-hair — I could finally think straight. I raised my voice. Men! Men we ve got a serious problem–
— Hey Captain I got jus the solution for your problem . . . c mon over here and settle that tight asshole over my big huntin dog here–
Ozaque shut the fuck up! This is still the goddamned US Army! And damn look at Ozaque s crotch-salute. Fine cock straight as an arm! Good meat! I m going to go sit on that thing as soon as I m finished here.
I shook my head. Got to keep my thinking straight! Men! We re under the influence of a powerful aphrodisiac!–
–Catcalls yells whoops. Yeah yeah I love it! More more! Let s bottle the stuff!
Ah don need no afro-dizzy-ack!
Ozaque the moron! When we get out of here I m going to bust him down to PFC! — after I sit on that big cock. God it s handsome!
No no!! Dammit! Got to keep my thoughts straight! Men Hizevsky tells me we may be under the influence of the Iaieihonia flowers!–
— How you say that Yay-horny ? Hey that s mah national flower! Gonna wear that in my hair from now on!
That fucking idiot! Men our only hope is to take turns in teams!–
— Yeah yeah team-fucking!–
— No you stupid bastards! Somebody s got to get food and water for us or we ll die! When the rain s on us it clears the air enough that you can think straight — if you force yourself to!
I raised my voice to a yell. This is an order! Beginning with the next rainstorm two-man teams will fetch MRE packets from the supply drop and canteens of water from the lake AND YOU WILL SERVE THEM TO THE OTHER MEN!
That shut them up but everybody was still stroking keeping hard waiting for the rain to stop.
You will go in twos in alphabetical order! In the next rain Adams and Beria will bring food and water! In the next storm Chapman and Dozier.
By then the rain had stopped. Ozaque s cock was bobbing at me tempting me beckoning me. Can t stand it any more! I straddled him then sank to my knees burying his cock in my ass stretching my hole out to the horny O and I groaned as I felt Ozaque s cock nuzzle my prostate.
It s all I can do. We re helpless. Fuck-drunk. If I can keep us from starving and dying of thirst we may make it through the two weeks — doing nothing but sucking and fucking each other.
YEAH! Ozaque s big balls unloaded in my guts and I rumbled in my chest out of my head with the pleasure of getting his sperm. He turned me on so much I shot my own slime all over his chest a couple of spurts hitting him in the face.
The system worked. When the next rainstorm settled in over the island Adams and Beria trotted off. They came back with armloads of MRE packs and canteens and the team took time out from sperm-pumping to eat and drink. We may survive this. If we can hang on just another 13 days they ll come for us.
***** That evening with my cock sunk deep in Stender s gripping ass so hot I almost passed out on his back the rainstorm began. As my mind cleared and I began trying to think of ways to survive I happened to glance toward the beach. A large native war canoe was pulling into the lagoon.
Ah-hah so this place is not quite as unknown as they thought.
I watched as the canoe pulled up to the shore.
Big men jumped out. Bones in their noses. Necklaces of whalebone and shark teeth. Ornamental warrior tattoos. Savage war paint.
I wished it would start raining. But it didn t.
The leader whose body was painted in red mud wore a penis-sheath an ornately painted gourd over his cock and balls — and it had a long long stalk at the top. I hope that s functional not just a long ornament.
What in hell is wrong with you?? You re drooling over the cock of a savage native! But by then they were close.
I had a hunger for men. I licked my lips. I could see some of their cocks. Big ones thick. Size of my wrist. Uncut all of them! I was so close to my orgasm my hips continued thrusting into Stender s butt and he kept tightening his asshole around my shaft lunging back at me — although he too watched the newcomers striding through the jungle to us.
Even when the huge savages stood over us I couldn t stop — too close almost there — but I looked back . . .
The leader of the group the man covered with red mud had pulled off his penis-sheath — God! A fucking horse! — and he was wrapping some leaves around his cock — the native version of a condom! — I knew what he intended and my asshole was aching for it!
I also noticed a Yay-horny flower on the condom-wrap. This can t be good.
He knelt behind me and when I felt him mount I let out a long groan. Yes! Oh god YES!! His big leaf-wound cock spread my asshole painfully wonderfully wide and Oh my god! I looked back over my shoulder.
I m being fucked by a savage!
It was like being skewered on a whiskey bottle — stretched so far the pain set me on fire with 90-proof stimulation and an almost an out-of-body experience. I don t know if I continued my thrusts into Stender — I lost control of my body. I was a piece of meat a male hole wowing around the most incredible penis I could imagine. Blew me out of my mind. Mindless. No will of my own.
I fell against Stender limp and powerless overcome by the native cock a limp rag of male meat slung at the end of it. My orgasm was indescribable — don t know if I cummed or not. The ecstasy was so goddamned intense it took over my whole body past the feeling in the balls past the feeling in the cock like a giant hurricane of pleasure roaring over the little thunderstorm of ejaculation. All I knew was that I had met my master. The big black cock in my ass had taken over my body like a new brain.
Didn t feel him cum in me. Couldn t feel anything but the white-hot ecstasy. Felt him pull out though. Like my heart dragged out of my body! Emptied! Abandoned! Vacant!
I looked dully back over my shoulder. The big cock was slimy with my juices and then I felt a big river of something hot running out of my ass and over my thighs.
And it hit me: The leaves! The Yay-horny leaves covering his cock are gone! I gulped. They re still up my ass!
Weak barely able to move I looked around. The other natives were fucking other members of the team. Each of them with a leaf-condom. And when they pulled out each of my men gushed native-jizz out of his ass — with the leaves still stuffed inside him. Oh shit what does this mean?
I stood up weakly but I could do nothing but watch the ravishment of my men. None of them complained or struggled — the ones yet to be fucked stroked their cocks as they watched the others submitting to the natives. I marveled at how the savages — only four of them — went from man to man fucking each soldier with Yay-horny leaves never losing his erection and never failing to leave each of my men gasping groaning wallowing on the ground in mindless ecstasy.
I fought to think clearly. Wrong . . . has to be . . . wrong . . . got to stop it . . . When the natives had fucked all my men the big one the one who had fucked me walked over to me and I stood up straight. I tried to yell but my voice was a wheeze. No stop this . . . can t do this . . . God I sound like a drunk!
And when the big native smelling of pig grease and sweat got close to me the sight of his big cock took over my mind. Can t describe it any other way — his cock controlled my body. Everything.
No matter what I wanted I obeyed his cock. I knew it wanted to get into my ass again and my asshole clenched and flexed eagerly. Couldn t stop myself. I turned around spread my legs and bent over hands on my knees.
Before he sank it in I noticed his cock had no Yay-horny leaves. Guess he doesn t need them — I m fuck-leafed now. As the big cock sank into my ass it burned like fire but by then I l had learned to love the pain like the stinging taste of jalapeГ±os on a steak and I moaned in ecstasy. And again like the first time the native s big black fuckrod gave me something different. The pain spread out into a burning glow that spread deep into me centered on his thrusting cock. My whole body turned into an orgasm!
With just a couple of strokes he ignited me into a blaze of pleasure out of my mind as he fucked me to his climax grunting like a pig as his jizz spurted into me. When he pulled out my ass leaked the usual streams of his sperm but the Yay-horny leaves are still up my ass!
As he walked away I tried to shit three or four times but nothing came out and the warm glow in my ass did not go away. I fell to the ground weak pleasured fucked-out. All my men were also on the ground. Helpless. Moaning with pleasure.
Hizevsky was nearby and crawled over to me. Sir what . . . can we do . . . He was panting his eyes vacant drugged. The one got me . . . knew some English . . . said he pregnated me . . . They pregnated us.
What s . . . that mean?
What they call it pregnating . . . Yay-horny leaves . . . up your ass . . . dissolve into your guts . . . and you change . . .
Dear god they re in me. Dissolved into me. Permanent Yay-horny leaves in my guts! I was scared but I could barely keep my thoughts straight! Hizevksy . . . what changes?
. . . He said . . . become woman . . . still get hardon . . . but from now on . . . climax . . . only in the ass . . .
Oh my god! We ve got to escape! But when I looked up I was surprised to see all the natives leaving us alone! Marching back to their war-canoe! They pushed it out into the surf and I watched as they disappeared around the point. What? They make us all helpless then leave us alone?
I was in a hell of a state. Breathing the fumes of Yay-horny I was in a constant state of arousal. With the Yay-horny leaves up my ass I walked around constantly drunk. And naked. Don t know where I threw my jockstrap.
I called the men to a formation. What a sight. All of us were pregnated. Every man naked constantly stroking his never-ending hardon. Hizevsky stood near me. Priapism . . . constant erection . . . fucks up your blood pressure . . . Dangerous . . . His voice was like a zombie.
I looked down. Hizevsky too had a hard upjutting cock and he was mindlessly stroking it just like the rest — just like me.
I was about to try to issue some commands try to organize some way of notifying HQ to get us out of there but my mind was slurred. Couldn t think. I looked around and every man of us had changed from a healthy American soldier to a cock-hungry slut begging each other for a fuck.
And I couldn t help myself. I fell into it — humping each other using our deadstick hardons to fuck our buddies in return for the same favor. Living only for a hard cock up the ass.
That went on for the rest of the night and through the next day. When I saw the native war-canoe paddling back into the lagoon I was actually glad to see them. Maybe that big guy will fuck me again! They marched up to us looking at us like cattle.
They pulled us after them and loaded us onto their canoe. And we were cattle. Horny cattle. Eager. Hoping. Begging to be fucked.
When we arrived at their island maybe a half-hour s rowing away — we saw our destiny:
Fuck-slaves for the men — spreading our legs eagerly for any man of the tribe who wanted us. Couldn t help it. Only their cocks plowing our asses would relieve us of the terrible craving gnawing at us. I sucked gallons of native cum from dozens of tribal cocks all in the hopes of getting the bastards to fuck me.
Slave-labor for the women — digging furrows for the plantains. Setting the fishing nets. Washing their clothes such as they were. Couldn t help but lick the crotches of the loincloths. Feeding the pigs.
And they fed us from the slop they gave to the pigs. We drank water wherever we could find it.
We were out of the clouds of Yay-horny vapor on Pukudu Deme and we could think more clearly — but the Yay-horny leaves in our guts left us with a terrible overwhelming craving for sex. Jacking off wouldn t help. Only an ass-fucking could cool the terrible fires.
When no one was doing us all we could do was lie around in miserable frustrated arousal. One afternoon as Hizevksy and I lay in the shade clenching our assholes fighting the urge to ram one of the filthy corncobs from the pig-slip up our butts (and die of infection). He looked over at me. That one guy Jafok the one who knows a little English told me they have a celebration coming up.
I looked over wondering if a blowjob would get him to fuck me. No. He can t get off from a blowjob. Who s Jafok? Hopeless question. I didn t give a shit about the answer.
The native who first fucked me. Turns out he went to some missionary school on some island or other. Knows a little English.
I didn t care about conversation. All I could think of was some way of getting Hizevsky to fuck me. What celebration is coming up? I didn t care about any celebration. I just hoped he would focus on coming up and get horny for me.
When their boys reached 18 their Manhood Ritual is to conquer an enemy and then fuck him. That means he gets to beat up a slave and then fuck him.
I looked up. Hey maybe they ll choose me. I could use a good fucking.
There s more: the teenager fucks the slave and his father joins in — they both fuck the slave at once both in the slave s asshole at once.
Damn. My asshole slammed shut in terror.
Hizevsky looked into the distance. He said it s usually fatal. The slave dies of internal bleeding. He turned to look back at me. The tribe then eats the body of the slave. They re cannibals.
My god!
*****
None of them tried to kill us though. We were slaves. Begging the men to fuck us.
Nothing was so humiliating as finding myself crouching down for a slender teenager barely an 18-year-old kid feeling him slap my ass and kick me and all the time I was hopelessly panting for him to do anything he wanted as long as I would get his little dick up my ass!
Some of the young men were so scared they couldn t get an erection. And then gnashing my teeth I had to suck the kid s dick until it was hard enough then pray he stayed hard long enough for me to impale myself on him. But it always got me. Every time the wonderful incredible ecstasy a native cock could ignite in me spread through my body. And I always clenched my eyes shut in shame — but part of the ecstasy was the deep humiliation. I m a 195-pound Kung-fu Blackbelt and I m begging to be fucked by an 18-year-old kid!
We were slaves. Zombie fuck-slaves.
Late one night I lay in the mud trying to sleep. Hizevksy was nearby. I wonder how I said quietly the natives don t get drunk on Yay-horny when they go to Pukudu Deme.
Jafok told me. Told me the men eat Eoj H tmis before they go over there.
What s that?
Hizevksy rolled over to face me. Stick that big cock in my ass and I ll tell you.
Damn I lose. He s got the better poker hand. He rose to his hands and knees and I mounted him. He purred and moaned as I started plowing him but my cock — hard and throbbing — felt like I was fucking him with a leg that had gone to sleep. I bent down to his ear. So tell me! What is Eoj H tmis?
Oh yeah you big fucker — you know what I like! Hit my button hit my button! Yeah! God oh god you re the best! I feel that big cock all the way up to my skull!
Hey shithead answer my question or I ll stop!
Too late. Hizevsky was cumming spurting his jizz into the mud and the sight of it set me on fire. As he went limp in ecstasy I shoved him to the side before he could smack down into his sperm and I bent down to it licking and slurping up another man s semen from the mud. I couldn t pass up Hizevsky s jizz. The flavor was haunting and sweet.
He rolled over still panting. Eoj H tmis is some sacred herb that grows on the other side of the atoll. He saw my look. Slaves are never allowed over there. Never. On pain of death. He paused then added And on pain of being eaten.
A midnight rainfall pattered down into our pen but I didn t need the rain to clear my mind anymore. My thoughts were only too clear. I curled up in the fetal position and sobbed. We ll never get out of here. We ll never get up the will to stop fucking and escape. The Army will never find us. We ll die here. Rotting away from some tropical disease or outright executed. Then eaten by cannibals. It hit me I knew it was true: I will die here. I gnashed my teeth. Cried myself to sleep.
*****
The days we spent as slaves for the cannibals were spent in backbreaking work for the women and delirious ecstasy from the men in the evenings when they returned from fishing. All of us begged for the attentions of Senip the chief. He s a disgustin man no two ways about it but that huge cock o his hurts so bad ah cain t tell if ah m gonna die of the pain or the pleasure. Ozaque said what we all felt.
If Senip picked me I knew I would be bowlegged the next day but his giant cock — stretching my guts so tight they were a cellophane wrap around his dong — brought me such pleasure I was putty in his hands.
Gradually we learned the cannibals names for fucking positions. Senip often did the Em k uf on me a position in which he started out fucking me doggy-fashion and when his mighty cock had thrust into me stretching my screaming asshole wider than a beer can he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up and back and I fell back on him as he fell back on the ground the weight of my body driving his huge cock in even deeper.
I think if I did not have the turbo-sexuality of the Yay-horny leaves in my ass I could have died from the pain. But instead it was like being burned alive in a volcano of lust! Rolled onto my back squirming in his grip impaled on that giant cock my head was about at the level of his — and as the titanic power of the orgasm he always started in my ass shuddered over me I couldn t help but turn my head and open my mouth for his kiss.
Senip liked that. His teeth were rotten and his breath was foul but in spite of the nausea I was his: the deep humiliation of kissing him was knowing I was surrendering my manhood to this stinking savage. But I couldn t care — his giant cock melted me into a white-hot ecstasy. Senip usually fucked me into such a bliss I passed out.
When I came to I was always lying in the mud where he had shoved me his jizz leaking out of my ass my mind a blur. Everything about me hated him — but my asshole loved him. My asshole was the real slave to him.
One night I crept over to where Ali was sleeping. Wake up!
When he looked up at me I hissed a low voice: You know what today is? The helicopters will come from the USS Bojwahl to pick us up tomorrow!
I don t want to hear about it. We re stuck here. No escape. You re making it worse.
Ali look at me. We ve got a chance. It s a slim one but if we can just force ourselves to think straight we might make it.
Ali rose up on his elbow listening.
Tomorrow Senip s kid turns 18. That means that ceremony Hizevsky told us about. One of us is going to get fucked by Senip and his son at once.
Ali s eyes stared into the distance. Yeah on one hand I pity the poor guy. Won t be able to walk or even shit for days but imagine the feeling — Senip s cock and somebody else s in your ass at the same time!
Ali come on! Stay with me man! I grabbed his arm but as I did he reached up grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss. Yeah! Ali you re the man!
And before I knew it he had scooted around and spread his legs around me. All I had to do was roll over rise onto my knees and my cock automatically sank into his hot ass. Damn I ve been tricked into fucking again! Oh yeah! Even though I couldn t cum from my cock it felt so fine to ram my meat up his hot guts.
And Ali was writhing in pleasure. I plowed him until he stiffened and his white Proof of Completion shot out onto his belly. Then while he lay purring in his afterglow I went on: Okay you know all the warriors will be gathered around drinking and clapping. That s our chance to slip away!
Ali looked up at me his eyes half-shut. Ah Captain yours is the best . . . your cock fits every space in my body . . .
I slapped his face. Listen to me!
Captain Tudizzi it makes no difference . . . where could we go? Swim away?
We ll steal a war-canoe–
— And paddle it back to Pukudu Deme? Going there is what got us into this in the first place!
No! We paddle back close to Pukudu Deme but we stay offshore! When the Navy helicopters come for us and don t find us waiting they ll circle the island looking for us. We ll flag them down from the canoe!
They can t land in the water.
So they ll have to pull us up with rescue lines. Ali this can work!
Ali lowered his legs as I pulled out. No jizz leaked from his ass — I couldn t cum from just the stimulation on my cock. He looked at me sadly. Captain what about the man who is the main act in the ceremony? He won t get away.
I ve thought about that. Senip likes me — I kiss him. Ali shuddered and it hit me that I was the one who really got into the humiliation part. I m pretty sure he ll choose me for his son. While I m entertaining them both you guys can get away.
That means you ll be stuck here.
I ve thought about that too but it s our only chance. The only way you guys will ever get out of here. That s all I want to say about it. I stood up. Now go tell the others. We ve got to be together on this and we ve got to be ready! Everybody has to force himself to think straight long enough to get away!
Ali crawled away into the darkness.
I fell back and once more cried myself to sleep.
PART THREE
At sunrise the next day we heard the chants and songs of the tribe. The manhood rite of the chief s son. None of the women came to call us to work — it was party time. The songs went on all day gradually covered with the whoops and yells of the drunken.
Finally we heard the whoops coming closer. Drunken warriors staggered into the slave pen some of them slipping in the mud and Chief Senip looked around for the slave who would serve as his son s conquest.
He looked from side to side. Oh shit. If he doesn t pick me the deal is a bust! I can t be the one to escape and leave one of my men here! I broke out in a sweat. I would have dropped to my knees to beg him but I figured the protocol had to be something like the son s conquest of a noble opponent. We waited silently.
And he picked me.
Warriors grabbed me and carried me out of the pen and into the jungle into some sacred ceremonial clearing where they threw me to the ground before Senip. His son stood proudly beside him glowering down at me. As I rose to my knees he kicked me in the face knocking me back.
The little shit! The kid was 18 but a skinny stunted little runt — eating human flesh apparently doesn t aid growth.
But worse was to come: Senip handed him an ornately carved war club and the little bastard hit me in the face with it! Again I fell back and as I rose to my elbows the crowd of men cheered and Senip slapped his son on the back. Apparently he had conquered the enemy.
Then with great ceremony the new warrior lay back on a thick mat decorated with figures in combat. His loincloth was ceremoniously pulled back to reveal a hefty cock. Well hung for a young kid. A good six or seven inches and thick — like his father s.
Two of the men dragged me to where the son lay with his legs together. As we approached he reached down to pull back his foreskin. Nice cock. Big bulbous head. Shiny and wet.
The men pulled my legs apart then lowered me down over it and although I was used to taking bigger organs than that one of the men hit me in the side of the head to make me cry out — an appropriate sound as the conquered enemy is impaled on the victor s cock.
The kid started humping up into me and again for the thousandth time my body betrayed me. Damn it felt good! He had an appreciable cock and my craving asshole was instantly buzzing. I heard grunts of approval from the onlookers as the chief s son proceeded to further conquer the enemy.
Then I heard whoops and hand-clapping and I looked back. Oh shit! Senip stood behind me stark naked his horse-cock hard as rock jutting out in front of him like a construction derrick. Oh god this isn t going to work! I can take the kid easy enough but the father and the son both??
And it hit me: this is the part where I die my asshole split open bleeding to death then eaten by a tribe of goddamned cannibals! I glanced around quickly. All my men were gone — moving back in the crowd and disappearing back into the jungle. Good.
Then I was pissed. No matter what happens I m not going to give these bastards the pleasure of hearing me scream!
A warrior was slathering some sort of slimy green cream over Senip s cock and another sloshed some of the stuff over my butt and the joining of the son s cock and my asshole. I saw flower petals in the slime as he scooped it from a bowl. Yay-horny! A lube made from Yay-horny!
Oh shit.
Senip squatted down and mounted me — his kid in me from the front and the chief taking me doggy-style. Senip s cock was such a monster I had never been able to take him without pain — the first time he fucked me I thought I was going to die. And when he started cramming into me shoving in that giant cock over the fully-lodged dick of his son I learned a new definition of pain. Yah god that hurts!! A red haze clouded my vision and I couldn t breathe! A native spear thrust into my belly could not have hurt worse!
But I bit my lip — gnashed my teeth on it so hard I tasted blood — and I kept myself from screaming! I took it. He spread my asshole out to a size that felt like I could take a bowling ball and I heard him drunkenly grunting the war chant to the cheers and whoops of the onlooking men.
My asshole hurt so bad I knew it had been split open. I was glad I couldn t see back there — I knew I was bleeding. The pain was so terrible I had to fight to stay conscious — the fuckers would not get the satisfaction of seeing me faint!
And as the father and son started thrusting in and out of the writhing slave my body turned on me in the ultimate betrayal — I never thought it would happen thought the pain would go on until I finally died — but gradually the hell-fires of the agony burned back until — I couldn t believe it! — I felt the pleasure rolling in!
Then a tsunami of ecstasy rolled over me! An orgasm so titanic it stung every cell in my body and turned me into a ball of human joy. I floated out of the world above the grunting struggling men raping me swimming through a sea of pleasure. Vaguely I felt my cock shooting long boiling streams of my cum and through the roar in my ears I could hear the cheers of the men around us: the conquered enemy had surrendered his essence to the chief and his son.
I never felt such pleasure such bliss! I was in a constant nonstop full-roaring orgasm for as long as Senip and his son fucked me. And suddenly I was glad! Glad to be Senip s toy! Glad to have that big dong in me! Glad to bring his son into manhood!
My miserably stretched asshole and my hot swollen guts were so hypersensitive and fevered I could feel their hot jets of sperm gushing up into me and I exulted in it loved it! Oh yeah you big studs! Give me your sperm! Pump me full of it! Breed me! Impregnate me!
Couldn t believe what I was thinking. But it was true — I had no greater desire than to be the fuck-slave of these giant men! They had conquered me. A phalanx of male superiority had thrust through my asshole and brought me to a lower level. I was a servant a slave their cum-slut. And I loved it — their cocks in my ass had turned me into a supernova. I never wanted to come down.
I don t know how long they fucked me. I lost track of time. Might have been hours. All I knew was that I was a male hole raised to the highest level of pleasure in the universe and all I wanted was for them to fuck me for the rest of my life. Nothing else mattered.
So when Senip finally pulled out and stood up I felt like I had come rushing back to earth without a parachute. In a daze I realized they wanted me to get up off the kid but I was truly totally fucked out a limp piece of meat flopped on the son s chest the kid s cock still up my ass.
The onlookers laughed and cheered and hands grabbed and me and dragged me back pulling the son s cock out of my ass. Then I was emptied. Vacated. Abandoned. And the pain began to return. The men pulled me to my feet but my asshole was so sore I stood bowlegged panting light-headed fighting to stay conscious.
The tribe cheered. I had been conquered. And it was true. I wanted nothing more in life than to squat down and be fucked by those two. I would do anything they wanted. They could do anything they wanted to me. As long as they would fuck me. As long as I could feel those two big cocks stretching my ass into an eternity of ecstasy.
Tears ran from my eyes. I had been broken and I knew it. I was no longer a real man. I was a cum-slut.
I heard thunder. Don t need a rainstorm to clear my thoughts now. I m thinking too clearly. My only thought is that I m a cum-slut and that I want the chief and his son to fuck me again. I cried. God damn it! God damn everything!.
But the thunder gradually developed a strange whooping sound and the natives began looking up into the sky. I looked up too astonished to see there were no clouds!
A US Navy CH-46 helicopter was moving in fast flying at a low level over the sea and when it reached the atoll it swooped up to hover over the village. The cannibals scattered like a flock of pigeons — the helicopter was a big one a dual-rotor chopper they called a Sea Knight. I stood alone tottering weakly in the middle of the ceremonial area.
The helicopter landed in the clearing its propwash blowing the roofs off the village huts. From the open door of the helicopter a man in blue coveralls beckoned to me and I staggered over my ass on fire barely able to walk. When I was close enough the sailor grabbed me and pulled me up through the door.
As the rotors picked up and we left the ground one of the cannibal warriors leaped out from behind a hut and threw a spear! It struck the thigh of the sailor rescuing me and he let out a scream. Then I heard the budda-budda-budda of the door gunner s machine-gun and a line of 30-caliber slugs marched through the mud to the warrior and chopped him into bloody hamburger.
Once off the ground the chopper turned and swept out over the ocean. A Navy medic moved over to the wounded sailor and someone jerked the spear from his thigh and tossed it onto the floor.
I picked it up. The spear-point was wrapped in green leaves and a Yay-horny blossom was attached further down the shaft. Yay-horny! They got him with a Yay-horny spear! I looked down at the sailor. Not a bad wound really but deep enough that he probably got Yay-horny in his bloodstream. I plucked off the blossom. I wanted a souvenir.
I tossed the spear out the door. The military s learning about Yay-horny could do none of us any good.
Farther back in the cargo bay was the rest of my team still naked. Ali ran up and hugged me. The roar of the engines and the wind rushing in the door made speech almost impossible but he yelled Captain damn it s good to see you! Soon as the helicopter found us we made it go back to the cannibals atoll to get you!
Captain! Yelled one of the sailors just take a seat back there with your men sir and we ll get you back to the ship. He handed me a field jacket. Sorry we don t have anything else for you to wear.
Odd. I was in uniform — in a Navy jacket — but naked from the waist down.
Once we were seated on the benches the sailors left us alone — there wasn t much they could say to us we couldn t hear anything over the roar of the engines and the wind. Suddenly back in the real world the true horror of what had happened to us began to sink into all of us. They sat bent over some with head in hands all with dejected faces.
We had all shown ourselves to be full-on raving willing man-fuckers. And many times. For many days. I couldn t speak for anyone else but I had discovered something about myself something dark something that wanted to stay secret — but could never be refused.
I knelt in front of the men seated on the bench. Confident the sailors in the helicopter couldn t hear me over the deafening roar I yelled Okay we ve got some facts to deal with!
Everybody looked at me with shame in his eyes.
It happened. It s true. We fucked each other. Each of you has to deal with that in his own way. We were still naked and I saw five or six of them still with a hardon. Here s the deal though: this is still our secret! If we get our stories straight this can stay our secret!
The men looked up.
Okay get this! We had to destroy our uniforms because they were infested with parasites! Had to burn them!
The men nodded. I looked from man to man and each signaled he understood.
Pukudu Deme is covered with a noxious plant that causes breathing problems!
They all nodded.
We had to get away from the island every day in a native canoe we discovered there!
The men nodded.
We lived on MREs and fish and we couldn t contact headquarters because both radios were damaged! That much is true!
More nods.
We were raided by the cannibals who kidnapped me and took me alone back to their atoll!
More nods. We had our official story.
*****
That was our story when we landed on the aircraft carrier. The Navy medics treated us not discovering (or knowing they should look for) the Iaieihonia leaves up our asses. They gave us clothes. Life settled down. But it was hard to sleep. Constantly horny.
The Navy is famous for man-to-man whoopee but I didn t know anybody aboard and I was too scared to come on to a sailor in the latrine — they called it the head.
The ship sailed closer to a more populated island and the helicopter flew us to the airport there. An Air Force C-130 flew us back to the States.
I don t know how the other men dealt with it but sex took on a different perspective for me. With an ass lined with Yay-horny I could still please the wife — I could get a hardon — but the tables were turned. As soon as she got her climax I had to fake mine. No need for birth-control — I couldn t cum.
After a few weeks I brought home a strap-on for her and encouraged her to use it on me. Oh yeah a cock up my ass again! I shot so much cum onto the sheet she had to take it up and throw it into the clothes hamper.
*****
When the time rolled around for another National Guard monthly meeting I was asked to give a short speech about our trip to Pukudu Deme. It was good to see the men of the team together again.
I hardly recognized them in clothes.
My speech was a bullshit thing of tropical statistics blah-blah about jungles and our story of the noxious plant on Pukudu Deme and the breathing problems. I had carried the dried-out Yay-horny blossom with me from the aircraft carrier and I had pressed it between the pages a book.
I held up the blossom for the group to see — and I saw startled looks in the eyes of my men — but as I showed it from side to side it slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor in a poof! of white dust. I picked it up and put it back in the book.
When the meeting broke up into assemblies of the various teams and elements our team met in one of the armory classrooms. As I walked to the front of the room I saw Dozier in the back locking the door. I glanced around. The men were lowering their pants — nobody wore underwear.
Before I could say anything I heard Oh yeah oh yeah! It s been so fuckin long!! I looked over and saw Ozake bent over with Hizevksy s cock lunging up his ass. Dozier walked up the aisle toward me pulling open his pants showing me that big hard black cock. My mouth watered and I couldn t resist. I dropped my pants (I never wore underwear anymore either)
I raised my voice. Men I m sure you see we have a problem! At that instant Dozier moved behind me spread my legs opened my cheeks and rammed his big dong up my ass! Oomph! Oh god yeah! I straightened up as much as I could and with Dozier humping away behind me I went on: We have needs. Terrible needs. Needs we can never tell anybody about.
I looked around. The men were standing as if in formation getting instructions from the CO but every many had another behind him lurching his hips jolting the man as his cock gave the poor craving man what he wanted.
We can t do this in the armory anymore. Too dangerous. From now on — starting tonight — every National Guard monthly meeting will be followed by an additional meeting in the Neversipon Hilton where I have reserved a suite.
Then I got my gun. My jism spurted out across the room and my knees buckled. So fine! So good! Only a man really knows how to fuck!
When I crawled back to my feet I saw many of the men in the room had reached their climaxes thanks to their buddies in back and had ejaculated in proof. Okay men turnabout s only fair play Change partners but remember from now on save all this for the after-meeting party.
With that I took my place behind Dozier s firm buttocks and I sank it in to his happy growl.
*****
From the puff of spores shot from the Iaieihonia flower dropped to the floor a small cloud of spores rose on a breeze and slipped out through the open window. Some settled in the fertile soil of the decorative flower garden in the front lawn of the National Guard Armory.
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