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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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Whatever sick fuck had decided to tie him this way had taken his sweet time doing it. Kirby woke to find he'd been stripped to his undershirt and boxers. He'd been tied to the front of the tank, and his hands were tied so high up that his feet were dangling. He could kind of rest his ass on a ridge at the front of the tank, taking some of the pressure off his arms, but it wasn't much.
The tank was still smoldering from the grenade he'd tossed down into the top hatch. He'd taken a piece of shrapnel to the head, and that was what had knocked him out. He expected to wake up with Doc or the sarge hovering over him. Kirby kicked his feet and tried to turn so that he could see behind him but the narrow road appeared to be deserted.
He wasn't too fond of waking up as a hood ornament on the front of a tank, but waking up at all was a blessing. To his surprise he spotted a GI walking over the far rise. He caught the outline of a BAR and started to call out to the guy. By the time he should have started running to set Kirby free, Kirby realized that the GI was wearing his own uniform, and carrying his own BAR.
When the guy approached the tank, set the BAR on it's butt, and pulled a knife, Kirby realized he wasn't a GI at all.
"What are you doin'?" Kirby asked. Seconds later the German had sunk his bayonet into Kirby's thigh. Kirby's body reacted by trying to escape the pain. His legs kicked and his arms tightened until he had gained a few inches, his chest freezing as the pain overwhelmed the need to breathe. The German pulled the knife free of his leg, waited for the blood to bubble up, then started collecting it and applying it to Kirby's uniform.
Panting, Kirby began to understand that the German had been wounded, likely in the attack, but that the lack of blood on Kirby's borrowed uniform, made the injuries suspect. The German decorated the American uniform to his satisfaction, then bent to pull the bandage from his German medical kit. He tied it tightly around the wound on Kirby's thigh, then tossed the German uniform into the bushes to the side of the road.
For a few seconds the German seemed to lose interest in him, scanning the road and the woods. Then he pulled Kirby's dick out of his shorts. For a second Kirby thought the guy was going to slice it off. He closed his eyes desperate to avoid watching his manhood being forcibly removed. To his surprise he felt the friction of a dry palm, then heard the German spit.
Kirby opened his eyes and stared as the German started to jack him off, casting glances over his shoulder.
"What are you doin'? What are you doin?" Kirby demanded, struggling against the restraints and the questing hand of the soldatan. The German punched his knuckles hard into the wound on Kirby's leg in response, then slicked his palm with Kirby's blood and used that as a lubricant.
When Kirby's manhood didn't respond the way the German wanted it to he beat on Kirby's wound over and over until Kirby was nearly unconscious. He got the idea, and closed his eyes trying to will his erection into existance. He tried to imagine that the sweating, grunting man in front of him was a well endowed lady, and finally felt his length start to respond.
The German grunted, pleased, and continued to work Kirby's length until he was painfully hard. When his dick was jutting out of his boxers like he was the new gun on the tank, the German stopped and stepped back.
Kirby opened his eyes and moaned softly, watching the German open his pants, pull out his own hardness and go to town on it, staring with his tongue extended at Kirby's blood engorged tip.
Kirby nearly threw up when the German stepped forward and closed his mouth around it. He closed his eyes and begged his mind to replace this memory with one of a bikini-clad lady on a warm beach. He could hear the German fapping below him and desperately pretended it was the sound of a flag in the breeze.
The German reached his climax first and drew his mouth from Kirby, resting his chest and shoulders against Kirby's legs until he coughed, threw his head back and came. Kirby hoped it was over, but was disappointed when the hand returned to his length, massaging his dick, playing with feather light touches around his tip, then reaching down to free his balls from his shorts.
The German stroked him to near completion three times before he seemed to have exhausted himself. He stood back and stared for a long time at his creation, then turned and left Kirby the way he was.
Kirby could only pray that he would work his way loose, or that his erection would die before anyone else came over the hill.
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