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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Barbed wire was his enemy. He'd managed to land in a nest of it and was effectively trapped. He could feel razor sharp briars digging into one wrist, and one ankle, and knew that the wire itself was wrapped tight around both joints. There were barbs digging into his face, neck, chest and abdomen. His Tommygun had gone flying. He'd tried reaching the sidearm at his belt, but couldn't get to it. Worse he'd heard enough clothing rip to ensure that he'd be in rags by the time he found his way out of this. He couldn't even touch the ground to have something solid to push against.
He'd tried calling for one of the guys in the squad to help him, but nothing had come from it. At least the Germans were being pushed away from where he had become trapped, leaving less of a chance that he would become swisscheese while stuck in this mess.
"Well, well...if it isn't Sergeant Saunders."
The voice behind him automatically sent a terrible thrill through him. Mallen. The corporal that had come across him one night while he was...seeing to his needs. Saunders had ended up sticking his junk where the sun don't shine. He might have been a little rough about it. He'd done what he could to make it up to Mallen and they'd been amiable to one another.
"Looks like you're stuck, there, Sarge." Mallen said, leaning in and pulling at some of the wire. A wayward tug cinced a wire around his thigh and made the barbs dig into his leg just below his groin. Saunders cried out and snapped, "Don't touch anything. Just...find somebody with wire cutters, Mallen."
"Couldn't say please...?" Mallen muttered, backing away from the situation. A second later Saunders felt a hard slap on his ass and he jolted.
"Mallen!"
"I'm goin', Sarge. Just thought I'd enjoy the view first."
Saunders fought against the wires binding him and Mallen said, "You know, if you shuck the pants and shirt, you'd be able to slither out of there."
"I ca-, I can't move." Saunders admitted.
"I'll help." Mallen said, far too eager. Saunders felt hands on his boots, undoing the buckles. Mallen told him to push his foot downward and a second later his boot, and the wire wound around his ankle, came free. Mallen got the other boot off then started to reach for Saunder's belt.
Mallen had to lean carefully over the mess of wire, and feed his arms under Saunder's belly to get to the belt buckle. Of course the kid took advantage. Saunders felt the kid's hand grope his bulge a couple of times, and did his best to bite back the moans. He wasn't in the mood, for the teasing or for what the kid likely wanted once he was free.
"Quit fucking around, Mallen." Saunders growled.
"Moody." Mallen said, then tugged Saunders pants down towards his ankles. His short went with the tug and Mallen paused and moaned. Saunders felt a hand slap his bare ass, then two hands fondling his cheeks. He wiggled his ass, trying to encourage Mallen to keep going with the freeing plan. Instead he got a delighted giggle from the kid, and a hand once more groping his now dangling manhood.
"Mallen, cut it out. So help me, I will shoot you once I'm out of this."
Mallen's hands slipped away and he heard a snort. "Not much incentive for me letting you out is there?" Mallen started working at freeing the barbs from Saunder's pants and eventually guided Saunders backwards until he could feel solid ground under his knees. His upper half was still thoroughly trapped, but having something under his knees meant he could take the pressure off his arms.
Saunders felt weariness washing over him and panted a little waiting for Mallen to start freeing his arms. Instead he heard the distinct sound of something viscous coming out of a tube. Then Mallen, without preamble, shoved something gooey and cold between his cheeks.
"Mallen...what the hell?" The hand spread the stuff around before a coated finger slipped into the depression of his sphincter, then pressed against the tightly clenched muscle.
"Get the hell away from me! Mallen!" Saunders screamed, wiggling and squirming and struggling to dislodge the kid. He would shoot him, beat him to a pulp then roll him up in the barbed wire for this. Then the finger made it past his barrier and Saunders groaned as the digit slid inside, all the way until he felt Mallen's hand pressing into his crack. It hurt, and it felt strange, and some distant part of himself liked the intrusion just a little.
"Get it out. GET IT OUT!" Saunders barked, but Mallen wasn't listening. He had Saunders just where he wanted him, and fully intended to take advantage. Mallen moved his finger around inside, pressing into the walls of Saunder's colon before he found the prostate.
Saunders gasped, then stifled a moan and began to struggle all the more. Mallen withdrew the finger, then added a second, easing inside, then finding that button and toying with it mercilessly. Saunders felt hot, needy blood rushing into his cock and bringing it to life.
"Mallen. Mallen cut it out." Saunders tried, but there was little strength in his words now. "I'm...bleeding here."
Mallen stopped, scissored his fingers open, drawing a pained gasp from the trapped sergeant. "It's not too bad, Sarge." Mallen said after a long moment that he must have spent looking over the injuries caused by the barbed wire.
"Why are you doin' this?"
"You didn't have very good manners the last time we saw each other. I thought I'd teach you a thing or two."
"By...by assaulting me?" Saunders asked, trying desperately to keep his voice steady.
Mallen chuckled. "This isn't assault, Saunders. This is a...a friendly warning to be kinder to the guy on the recieving end."
Mallen drew his fingers out, messed with the tube of lubricating jelly, then pushed into Saunder's ass with three fingers. After the first set of knuckles, it hurt too much and Saunders pressed into the barbed wire to escape the pain in his rear. Mallen paused, caressing Saunder's cheeks, running his hand up his back and down to his junk until Saunders had eased back. No matter how slow or patient he was, those three knuckles weren't going to go in.
Mallen withdrew his hand. Saunders heard the kid's buckle rattle then listened to the wet sounds of the kid lubricating his length. Saunders tried to remember how big the kid had been, but it had been so long, and his junk hadn't been the focus of the horny sergeant's attention.
He felt the warm head come to rest behind him, then felt it start to slide inside. With Mallen's preperation it didn't hurt too bad. The kid wasn't terribly long either. He bottomed out pretty quickly, and then began to thrust, holding Saunder's hips in place. Every few seconds the kid would hit his prostate and Saunders would jump. The barbs would jab into him, visiting him with tiny irritants of pain, even while he was beginning to get pleasure out of the penetration.
"When...when is the lesson...o-over?" Saunders asked, wishing he could reach himself for that added pleasure.
"When I say so." Mallen said, between gasps.
The kid never went too hard or too fast. He came pretty quickly, then reached under Saunder's belly to stroke him off, splashing his seed over the wire. Then Mallen freed him the rest of the way, and helped him pull his pants up. Mallen even fished out his Thompson while Saunders spread sulfa over the various wounds.
Then as Saunders had done, Mallen lit a cigarette and put it in the sergeant's lips.
"Now I believe you were going to shoot me?" Mallen said, with a smirk.
In the end, Saunders never did.
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