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The Darker Side of Combat!	By : Krystal_Frame Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 2916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They'd been marching for hours. They'd been fighting for days, with little sleep. And Kirby had been wounded. It wasn't too serious. If he'd been able to get off his feet and rest, he would have been up and fighting again in few days but they didn't give him that option. So, instead he was dragging. Lagging far behind the column of POWs. One of the guards, a man almost as big as Little John, kept jabbing him in the back. Kirby had lost his squad before they were taken prisoner, and now he was at the backs of a line of guys that he barely recognized. No one was going to fall back and help him out. Not after the guards had shot the last two guys lagging behind, then claimed they had been trying to escape.
Kirby was to the point where he wasn't sure he could force himself to continue on. If he couldn't, he would be shot. The least he could do was try to make a run for it with the last of the energy that he had. He tried to pick up the pace as they neared a turn in the road, rounded the corner, then took off behind a thick clump of trees. The first couple of steps hurt like hell but he pushed himself, knowing that if he stopped at all he'd get a bullet in the back. A few shots and shouts sounded after him, then the noise faded and all he could hear was his heavy breathing.
He ran through the forest, trying to dodge around the large clumps of briars growing in the area. He thought the woods would clear up a few feet ahead, but he spun around a tree trunk and found himself hemmed in by pricker bushes. When he turned back, there was the big guy. His gun up.
Kirby couldn't put weight on his leg anymore. He sank down to the ground then put his hands in the air and started saying the prayer he learned when he was a kid. The gaurd put his gun to Kirby's forehead.
Then he said, "Open your mouth."
Kirby's eyes popped open and he said, "Huh?"
"Open your mouth. Stick out your toungue."
Now with visions of having his tongue cut off, Kirby hesitantly stuck it out. The guard made a pleased noise then took his free hand and started undoing the buttons at his crotch.
"Nah! Hell no." Kirby protested, then felt the muzzle of the gun press a little harder to his forehead. It was this or death. Simple enough.
The guard took his wang out. It was long and thick, even semi-hard as it was. "Open." The guard said.
Kirby opened his mouth, still keeping his hands out and up. The guard leaned forward and Kirby closed his eyes tight as the semi-soft head landed on his tongue. He fought the gag reflex and closed his lips lightly around the mushroom. It stank of piss and unwashed sweat. As soon as his lips closed the guard put his hand behind Kirby's head and yanked him forward.
The guard's dick went all the way to Kirby's throat, and Kirby gagged, pushing hard on the guard's thighs and struggling to breathe. His nose was buried in unwashed wool and pubic hair and suddenly death seemed like a better idea. The guard wouldn't let him go for a second or two. When he did, Kirby jerked his head back and gagged. His mouth was suddenly filled with a salty taste, saliva connected his lips to the dangling cock.
A voice came from behind the guard and Kirby saw a second guard coming up.
"Dietrich!" The guard said, then something in German that Kirby couldn't undertand. Dietrich came up, seemed delighted with the way things were going and held his own gun on Kirby's head.
"Yah, Hans." Dietrich said.
Hans, with both hands now free, shoved his pants down to this ankles, grabbed Kirby's head and forced his way into Kirby's mouth again. This time Hans forced the American's head back and forth. All Kirby had to do was close his eyes and focus on breathing without smelling. He still gagged. He still struggled to keep his stomach under control. He still thought long and hard about whether or not death was better.
Eventually he felt Hans start to harden in his mouth, and heard the brutish giant start to moan. He liked jamming his head all the way to Kirby's throat and the American was soon sore there. Sore enough to be certain that he was bleeding into his stomach. When Hans was finally hard to his liking he let Kirby go. The American fell forward to his hands and knees and spat over and over into the leaves and grass. Hans and Dietrich exchanged guard duties and Kirby was soon expected to put his mouth around an equally as long, but not as wide, limp dick.
Dietrich was a little more languid with his fucking, and once he had a rhythm going, he started to unbutton his tunic, dumping the warm, sweat stained article on the ground. Kirby took advantage of the distraction and bit down.
He wasn't able to bite as hard as he wanted, but the reaction was instantaneous. Dietrich yelped, pulled out and shouted something to Hans. A second later, Kirby was unconscious from a gunbutt to the skull.
When he woke his situation was worse. His pants were gone and his ass hurt. Not the ass hole, but the buttcheeks. He was red and swollen there, judging by the heat and welts he felt when he put his hands back. Had he been whipped? Spanked? What the hell? He moaned, moving his now tied hands. German voices responded and Kirby was forced up onto his knees again. Dietrich warned him not to bite again, then shoved his cock into Kirby's mouth.
Then Hans got in behind the American. Kirby moaned, begged around the thick width of Dietrich's cock, pleaded for Hans to leave him whole. Just let him keep that one part of his manhood, he pleaded. But Hans didn't respond. He shoved a finger coated with saliva into Kirby's hole to lube him up. That tiny obstruction burned and Kirby's sphincter clenched hard. Another finger was added and Hans had started grunting behind him.
Kirby felt the need to shit, made worse by the bad food he'd been eating for a day. Hans kept playing with his ass and Kirby did his damndest to warn him, but his mouth was full of Kraut sausage.
When the shit came out, it came out fast. Hans backpedaled, shouting, and falling into the underbrush in his haste to get away. Kirby relieved himself completely, certain that this would save him, if nothing else did. If he was covered in his own waste he wasn't going to be that attractive a target. Dietrich caught onto the smell a second later and pulled out of Kirby's mouth, slapping his cheek hard, then buttoning himself into his pants.
A shout in the distance galvanized both gaurds into motion and they yanked Kirby's clothes back into position on his body, then dragged him to his feet and forced him forward. They rejoined the march as if nothing had happened. Narrowly escaping being raped, Kirby found himself with a little more energy.
He worked his way into the middle of the group of POWs and stayed there. The smell coming off him created an open pocket around him and he walked alone, but he was still safe in the middle of the group.
When they arrived at a town they were lead into a pen by a railyard. They stayed there overnight and since there was a water source, Kirby managed to squirrel himself away into a corner and clean up his ass and the mess he'd made. Cleaner, Kirby managed to sleep a little better. They were loaded on boxcars the next day. Kirby did his best to stay out of sight.
Being stuck with guys that didn't know him, and were too scared to care about him, Kirby kept getting jostled away. Kirby's wound made it harder to get into the boxcar and it wasn't long before Dietrich and Hans spotted him. He was separated from the rest of the group and lead to the front of the train where two other POWs were standing.
Kirby watched and waited and finally began to understand that he and the other two were meant to be the entertainment for the guards. Kirby turned to his fellow soldiers and tried to warn them about it but they weren't listening. They were officers and they thought the special treatment was because of their rank.
Kirby tried over and over to convince the men that they should try to escape, try to get in the boxcars with the other men. Anything, but they refused to listen. He and the two officers were the last to be loaded. The boxcar they were put in had chains hanging from the cieling, several crates in the corner, a stack of hay bales and a bucket for relief. That was it. The guards loaded up. Eight of them ended up in the boxcar with Kirby and the officers.
While Kirby had been alone with the two officers he had moved the haybales around so that they formed an L in the corner of one of the cars. He tried to get the officers to hide with him, but they refused. They thought he was nuts. Kirby hid in his fort. Dietrich and Hans weren't among the eight guards who boarded and they didn't notice that Kirby wasn't there.
They forced the two officers to strip, tied them to the chains hanging from the cieling, and in the swaying boxcar, they took turns raping both officers, over and over. One of the officers had a bayonet shoved down his urethra, while the other had his nipples cut off. They untied the men, forced them to the floor of the boxcar and double penetrated both, forcing the officer's limbs into contorted positions to get at their assholes. The officers tried to reason to them about the Geneva Convention and rules of warfare but none of the German's spoke English. They fucked the officers into unconsciousness, then left them bleeding and naked on the floor. They cleaned themselves up, and when the train stopped, that group of guards left, and another group came in.
Again Hans and Dietrich weren't in this group, sparing Kirby. They each took their turns fucking the men, then one started shoving his fist up the lieutenant's ass, while another put the barrel of his gun up the captain's ass. They forced the officers to deepthroat their cocks, while fucking them with fists and gun barrells. This group of guards also liked to double penetrate their target, and even tried to triple penetrate, but the boxcar was moving too much. They tried bring the two officers to life but the one who'd had a bayonet shoved down his dick wouldn't respond. Angrilly the guard sliced open his ball sack, cut off one of the captain's testicles and smashed it under his boot. Bleeding and catatonic with pain, the captain slipped into a coma. The guard's fucked his unconcious body, until one of them noticed that the officer wasn't breathing anymore. They opened the boxcar door and shoved him out of the moving train. They kept his uniform as a souvenier.
The lieutenant, also catatonic but still awake and making noises, became the sole focus of the guards. Kirby tried to sleep through most of it. Twice he thought about jumping out of his hiding place and attacking the guards, but there were too many of them, and he had absolutely nothing to attack with.
The guards satiated themselves with the lieutenant alone, then hung him by his ankles from the cieling of the boxcar before the train stopped again. The guards talked at length with the new group about to enter the boxcar, explaining why there was now only one playtoy instead of two. When they entered, after a heated argument, Kirby knew his turn had come. Dietrich and Hans and ten other guys were climbing into the box car. They spotted the haybales right away as being different than when they had first filled the car. Kirby was dragged from his hiding spot. He was hung up by his wrists. Hans and Dieter took the lieutenant together, one at his ass and one at his mouth, while the other guys focused on the new piece.
One of the guards had a special love for asshole and he buried his nose in Kirby's ass, licking, pressing his tongue against Kirby's sphincter and edging his fingers into the hole. Every few minutes the guard would find Kirby's prostate and the american's dick would jump a little. Kirby was panting, sweating and semi-hard before long. The other guards loved that and would take turns slapping and stroking his dick, and balls. Another guard liked to hurt his victim and Kirby had deal with punches to his abdomen every few minutes, while his ass was toyed with and his cock recieved attention.
Apparently this group had done all this together before, because the guard happily playing around his ass finally announced something, and that in turn galvanized the others into motion. Kirby was growing painfully hard by the time one of the guys lifted his legs off the boxcar floor, and lined his medium sized cock up with Kirby's prepared hole.
Kirby hardly felt the entry at all. The guy was real small, and his ass had been widened alot. It just felt weird and Kirby struggled to know what to do with his ass suddenly connected to another guy's groin.
The guy penetrating him started to move his hips back and forth, but Kirby's cock was grabbed by another guard. He was stroked a few times, sending thrills through his loins and gut, then the guard grabbed his foreskin, stretched it out, fit three of his fingers between the foreskin and the head of Kirby's stiff dick. Then the guy gave him a 'head massage' that had Kirby's dick weeping in seconds.
Kirby was scared, somehow turned on, and tingling all over. The dick inside him never came close to his prostate but the preparation had made it so that the process wasn't painful so much as strange. The first guard came inside him, then was replaced by another, but before he could penetrate the guards started talking.
Kirby was lowered from the cieling and they rearranged the hay bales into a bed. They covered it with their jackets then laid Kirby down his back. The new guard pushed a slightly wider head into Kirby's ass, pushing Kirby's legs down so that his knees touched his chest. Two of the guards put their dick's in Kirby's hands, one guard pushed his dick into Kirby's mouth and the final one went back to teasing Kirby's dick.
He didn't like the feel of the limp dick's in his hands, but the dick in his mouth was relatively clean and the guy never tried to plunge in all the way. The dick in his ass sometimes went deep enough, and was at the right angle to hit his prostate. The attention to his manhood had him rock hard and throbbing. He was absolutely astonished with the guy who had been playing with him suddenly straddled him and sank his ass down onto Kirby's length.
Pressing into that tight hole felt just like the women he'd done anal too. The guard riding him let out a pleased sigh and rocked back and forth a few times before starting to bounce a little. Kirby's holes were filled, his dick was engulfed in a warm and tight space, and his hands were holding onto stiffening rods of flesh. He could no longer tell if he was being tortured or pampered. He couldn't tell if this was bad or good. All he knew was that he wasn't in pain, and no one was threatening to cut off any part of his body.
The guy inside his ass came first, pulled out and wandered over to where the liutenant was. One of the guys that he had been stroking took his place and Kirby moaned at the press of an even larger and longer dick. The guard moved slowly, sinking gradually into him before starting a rhythm.
The guard riding him came, splurting on the flat plane of Kirby's belly before he rose. Kirby was still rock hard and he watched, astonished when the guy that he had been left to jerkoff broke away then mounted him. Kirby watched his dick disappear into the guy's asshole and found it to be a huge fucking turn on. The guy getting a blow job moved to jerk off the guy riding him, and the two engaged in kissing which was bizarre but not disgusting. Kirby was trapped in a triangle of thrusting bodies, his ass full, his penis trapped. His hands were suddenly free, as was his mouth, and he reached out and put them hesitantly on the knees of the man riding him.
The guard looked down and, of all things, beamed at him. Then leaned down and put his lips to Kirby's mouth before delving his toungue inside. Kirby coudln't explain or understand the instant thrill in his chest. He moaned, then rose from the hay bed so that he could follow the lips and keep them latched onto his. The kiss sent him over the edge and his hips jerked upright into the guard's ass as he came over and over. Kirby decided to return the favor and jerked the guard off with his hand while still kissing. The final guard plowed into his ass until he came and the triangle broke apart.
Kirby was left alone for a few minutes, covered with and filled full of cum. His ass drained slowly while his cock hung limply to the side. He felt rejuvenated somehow, but he'd watched the captain and lieutenant go through hell. How? How was his experience so different. How did he feel now like more of a man, instead of less?
The group of men that had been focused on Kirby went to the lieutenant and took him down. They laid him in the corner and surrounded him while Dietrich and Hans came over to Kirby.
"What those others did to him...I am glad it did not happen to you." Hans said. Kirby glared angrilly at the statement, knowing it would have happened if he hadn't seen the writing on the wall.
"Why did you let them do it?" Kirby asked.
"We did not know they would. They are not part of our regiment." Dietrich said.
"This is wrong. All of this is wrong." Kirby said, despite knowing how good he felt.
"Much is wrong in war." Hans said with a callous shrug. "If we say you are a captain, you and the lieutenant will get better treatment."
"They took the captain's uniform." Kirby pointed out.
"We will get it back." Hans said, his hand reaching out to stroke the side of Kirby's face then dropping to toy with a nipple. Kirby was angry, scared, tired, and torn, but he couldn't deny the feeling that swept through him at the attention.
Before long Hans was kneeling, engulfing Kirby's dick with his mouth. Dietrich carefully fed his limp dick into Kirby's mouth. When Hans tightened his lips, Kirby did too. When Hans created a vacuum as he pulled back, Kirby did to. Hans licked up and down Kirby's length and Kirby did too, learning how to give good head as it was done to him. Hans then turned, knelt in front of the hay bales and presented his ass, Kirby lined up and pressed in slowly, then started a rythm. Before he got too far, Dietrich moved in behind him, pressing into Kirby's ass.
Once more sandwiched, Kirby was filled and filling. Every move he made brought him pleasure, a little pain, and the curious need to be touched. He dragged one of Dietrich's hands to his nipple and the guard chuckled then obliged, squeezing and teasing. Kirby reached around under Hans until he found the man's semi-hardness. He began to stroke and yank gently, bringing him to life and delighting in the moans that his actions produced.
They were all soon covered in sweat with lengths of straw sticking to their bodies. They writhed, pounded and strained until all three came at once. Then, spent, they fell asleep in the straw, still attached.
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