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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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The sadistic bastard, Captain Steiner had ordered his men to beat Caje, then tie him to the bed in the upstairs bedroom of the house. Already Steiner had declared that Caje was as good as dead, after a failed escape attempt ended with Caje taking the life of one of Steiner’s men. Now, Caje was at the man’s mercy. Steiner, ending his day with this twisted new activity, had taken soap, cloth and hot water to Caje, bathing every inch of the flesh exposed to the air. Caje had been stripped of his uniform, allowed to keep only his boxers and undershirt. He’d found pants and shirt in the room when he’d been left to his own devices, but after being tied to the bed, Steiner had shoved pants and boxers down to Caje’s ankles, and the shirt and undershirt up to his tied wrists.

When Caje tried to dissuade Steiner by bringing up the Geneva Convention, Steiner’s answer had been that the Geneva Convention was a fool's errand. A way to make war gentile. “War is brutal, and heartless and selfish. It should remain that way, lest we grow too fond of it.”

Once he had cleaned Caje to his liking, Steiner had risen, dumped the basin of water, and then stripped from his uniform, until he was wearing only his own undershirt and boxers.

He returned to the bed with a jar of something that Caje couldn’t identify until Steiner had smeared some of it on his finger. Steiner spread the jelly on Caje’s flaccid member, then took more and pressed it between his cheeks. Steiner’s finger found Caje’s anus, and he pressed only the tip of the digit into the tight dent in his skin. Caje tried to move his hips out of the way, protesting with firm “no’s”. Steiner patiently followed, one hand pressing down on Caje’s length, until he forced his way past the sphincter and sunk his finger into the hole to the first knuckle.

Even that small invasion hurt, and Caje’s body reacted to it, trying to push the finger free. He refused to beg, but found other ways to make it clear to Steiner that he wasn’t a willing party. He jostled the man out of position over and over again, kicking his knees into Steiner’s arms, until Steiner had to pull his finger back out again.

Steiner stood, threw a blanket over Caje’s torso, then called his men into the room. He gave them an order and Caje’s legs were tied tighter to the bed, the tension so great that his back and ass rose away from the mattress. Caje was certain something would dislocate. His chest was stretched so much now that breathing was difficult. Steiner waited for the men to leave again, then removed the blanket and sat on the bed.

Steiner put his hand on Caje’s length and began to stroke him, his thumb tracing the blood vessel that ran along the bottom ridge. Caje struggled, now, to draw a full breath, and could do little to resist Steiner when his other hand once more lowered to his ass. He felt the second penetration, then felt Steiner coating the inner wall of his anus with the jelly. Steiner got more on his finger, pressed in deeper, and again massaged the walls, repeating the process until he was able to sink the entire digit into Caje’s ass without resistance.

Steiner added a second digit in the same fashion, giving up on trying to bring life to Caje’s member. Instead he felt around inside Caje’s rear until he found his prostate. The first stroke against the gland drew a stunned gasp from the Cajun. His hips rose, his face closed in a tight grimace, and there was an involuntary jump from his penis. Steiner smiled and returned his attention to Caje’s length, stroking and massaging it, with encouragement from his fingers deep inside the Cajun. Caje was gasping now, between insistent “no”s, stifling moans he couldn’t control and didn’t understand, astonished that something so painful as having Steiner force his way into his ass, could bring pleasure.

When Steiner began to spread his fingers apart, pulling Caje’s sphincter wider, he felt only pain. Yet one stroke against that spot inside and Caje would bite back a moan. The cycle continued until Caje burst, splashing his own chest and torso with white cum. Steiner milked him until he was done and Caje couldn’t control his hips rising, with tears in his eyes, into the tight hand until he was spent. Only when he relaxed did Steiner pull free.

Caje put a stop to the tears as quickly as he could, not willing to show shame or fear, or any other form of weakness to this bastard. Steiner didn’t seem to care. He went to the bathroom to clean his hands, bringing back the basin of water, soap and cloth. He once more cleaned Caje’s body, removing the jelly and cum and any specks of waste.

Caje prayed the man was done, but suspected he wasn’t, based on the bulge in the man’s boxers. To his surprise he was left alone. Steiner re-dressed and left the room after throwing a blanket over Caje’s naked form.

He was left for several hours, his joints stiffening and the pain becoming excruciating until he had managed to work one of his ankles free, the blood from the broken skin making the ropes slick. Caje turned onto his side and gradually worked his way to the top of the bed, putting his teeth to the knots around his wrists.

Steiner came in the door, saw Caje nearly free, and drew the Luger from the holster he kept at his side. Caje froze, not certain he could have moved fast enough to take down the captain without the gun. Steiner was followed into the room by his men who were given orders, and yanked Caje into the position Steiner wanted before leaving the room. Caje was tied back to the bed, his arms spread out. His legs had been tied up, behind the knees, exposing his lower half.

He knew what was coming, and closed his eyes to it. There was little point to protesting. All he could do was resist making any noises, or showing any emotions. He listened as Steiner undressed, then grunted softly getting onto the bed. Steiner tried to stroke Caje to hardness but gave up after a few minutes. Caje felt the jelly coated fingers pressing into him, finding the gland inside, and forcing him into a state that his mind refused to accept.

Steiner was already hard and needed no encouragement. He pressed his head to Caje’s hole, then pushed inside. The pain was more than Caje expected and he couldn’t stop the groan, or the wince on his face. Steiner waited, patiently stroking Caje’s slowly hardening length. He pressed in further, and the pain was reduced, replaced by the need to push Steiner out as quickly as possible.

Caje felt a sickness deep in his gut, his body resisting the unnatural intrusion. Steiner was patient with him, easing in until his hips met Caje’s spread open ass. Steiner lifted Caje’s hips and found the angle that would brush him against the prostate, and began stroking slowly in and out. Caje’s dick came to life against his wishes, rising with every pump away from his loins. Steiner seemed intent on watching his penetration, watching Caje’s manhood, and manipulating the one by moving about with the other.

Caje kept his eyes shut, determined to keep his mouth shut as well, and doing everything he could to ignore what was happening. Without preamble Steiner pulled free of him. Caje opened his eyes to slits and watched as Steiner worked at his own erection, for a bit, the SS man’s eyes soley focused on Caje’s hardness.

When he was once again ready, the care and caution he’d taken before seemed to have disappeared. Steiner pushed Caje’s knees down hard against his chest, and plunged into the prepared hole, driving a scream of pain out of Caje. The agony eased only a little once Steiner’s head was inside. He pounded with bruising force into Caje’s body, now seeking only his own pleasure. Steiner was soon covered in sweat, gasping for breath. His face was a peculiar color of red that Caje caught only in glimpses.

The onslaught stopped, and Steiner pulled out, once more jacking himself to wakefulness. He was shuddering, a vein at his forehead throbbing visibly, and the room stank of blood, sweat and shit. Caje closed his eyes, felt Steiner start to stroke him, and prayed that the blood would stay in his heart, and away from his member.

When Steiner was ready again he entered Caje, then pulled free. He repeated his new game several times, plowing into the looser hole, then retreating, groaning sickeningly at the pleasure it brought him. Then he turned Caje on the bed, forcing him onto his knees. Caje’s ass went into the air, and he was manipulated until he was facing the wall. Steiner got off the bed, stood behind him, pressed into his ass with a luxuriant groan before he began pounding at an easier pace.

The angle woke his prostate again and Steiner picked up speed gradually as he realized that his toy was responding. He played with angles and thrusts, moaning and sighing behind Caje in a way that was almost animalistic.

When Steiner grew close he went back to the hard and fast, bruising rhythm, letting out a mixed cry of pleasure and desperation when he came, deep inside Caje. Caje heard Steiner’s breaths matching the rhythm of his hand, working the last of his cum from his cock. Then Steiner tried to get the same from Caje, but the pain and disgust had made Caje soft again.

Frustrated, panting, Steiner screamed, “Dieter!”

One of his goons entered. He’d been pleasuring himself to the noises in the room and his hardness was peeking through the hole in his crotch. Dieter was down to his pants and undershirt and he dropped his pants, looped his shirt behind his neck, then plunged into Caje without preamble.

Dieter liked to hear Caje scream. He slapped, punched, squeezed and pounded his way to climax, doing whatever he had to to elicit noises from the Cajun, moaning his approval in gutteral German.

Steiner watched from the chair he’d used earlier, idly playing with himself. When he was again hard he lay on the bed, and he and Dieter forced Caje down on Steiner’s hardness. Moments later he felt Dieter pressing fingers into the already tight space, then felt the incomparable pressure of a second cock trying to enter his ass. Dieter was impatient, and hungry, and simply forced his way in, wrenching a scream out of Caje.

Steiner made Dieter stop, giving Caje time to recover, but without the added comfort of removing his own cock from Caje’s ass. Dieter tried entering a second time, but failed and was forced to wait while Steiner forced Caje down on him, driving up into his ass until climax.

Dieter, younger and stronger than Steiner, took Caje against the wall. He pressed Caje’s shoulders to the peeling paint, thrusting up into the still bound Cajun, his arms under Caje’s knees. Caje no longer tried to stop the tears. There was too much to ignore. Too much that hurt. Too much had been taken from him.

He knew that death awaited him when this was over, and at the first opportunity he would choose death. Further he would choose a death that would prevent anyone from the squad finding his body and discovering what had been done to him. Dieter came, spearing Caje in the ass with each final thrust, before the southerner was dumped boneless on the bed.

The ropes were loosened and Steiner ran a hot bath, then dragged Caje into the tub. As soon as he was left alone Caje sank under the water, prayed his last prayer, and took a deep breath.
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