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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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It had happened in basic. Doc had been working with a buddy named Bart, studying late into the evening. They'd been out during the daylight hours running drills and exercising and then gone to classes all evening. Now they were cramming for a test that would start first thing in the morning. They were discussing hygiene, sexually transmitted diseases and doing their best to professionally identify the parts of the female sexual organs.
They weren't alone in that struggle. Fifty other guys were studying the same photos and doing their damndest to keep the hardons at bay. One man, however, was looking at a different set of photos.
After everyone had gone to sleep that man tried every door in the men's barracks until he found one that opened. He studied the two men sleeping in bunks, then chose the man on the lower bunk as his target. He gave both men the chloroform, tied up the man on the top bunk, then dragged both men onto the floor of the room.
Doc woke to a pounding headache, shivering with cold and realizing that he was bound, on the floor, and naked. A few minutes after he'd awakened he felt something warm and heavy fall over him and realized it was another person. He felt naked flesh against his own, then the press of something long and hard against his spine.
He began to gag when he realized what it was. The man behind him ground into his back, getting faster and faster until the friction proved sufficient to make the man cum. Doc felt the warm splash of semen on his shoulders, and screamed in outrage and disgust. He felt the substance as it was cleaned from his flesh, then felt fingers pressing it into his crack, then questing downward until they pressed into his anus.
It hurt. The fingers had long nails and they dug into the tender skin as they pressed into him, making it burn and ache. Doc screamed into the gag, struggling to wriggle away despite the crippling pain in his head and ass. He didn't make it far.
Strong hands grabbed his ass cheeks, spread them apart, and then he felt the man kneeling between his tightly bound legs. Doc knew what would come next.
A semi-soft mushroom pressed against his ass, dragging hot, burning pain from his spine and up into his belly. Doc screamed again into the gag then whimpered, struggling so hard that his shoulders burned, and his pounding head knocked against the floor.
The impact with the hardwood gave him an idea and Doc turned his head to the floor and started pounding his skull into the unforgiving surface. His attacker didn't like it, and pulled away, dragging Doc onto his back. The pain his shoulders, with his tied hands underneath him, froze Doc, drawing more screams out of him. He closed his eyes and bucked his hips into the air, trying to get leverage to move his hands.
His attacker returned, shoving Doc's pillow behind his head before the man, wearing a watch cap down over his face, reached out and grasped Doc's limp dick. His attacker fondled and toyed with the member while Doc tried to work the pillow out from under his skull.
The attacker grunted, mumbling, angry that Doc wasn't responding. When he noticed the pillow had moved he shoved it back into place, forced Doc's ankles over one shoulder, then forced his way into Doc's ass.
The head pierced his sphincter, driving an inch into the virgin hole. Doc screamed, urinating on his own belly, his whole body rigid with the pain. The smell of the pee turned his attacker off. He wilted inside Doc and couldn't get any deeper.
Angrily the attacker pulled out, and started jerking at himself, rising to his feet and swinging kick after kick into Doc's side, hips and back. Bleeding from his ass, unable to protect himself, Doc did his best to keep breathing, doing nothing to stop the screams muffled by the gag.
The aggression, and the pained responses, seemed to turn his attacker back on, but Doc had proven a less desireable target. Instead the attacker moved to Bart. Bart was still unconscious, and didn't respond when the attacker turned him onto his back, then used a tube of jelly to lube his backside.
Bart stayed unconscious when the attacker entered him, gripped his shoulders, and started pumping into him in earnest. The position didn't work. Bart was too limp.
The attacker untied Bart's legs, spread them, then slid his thighs under Bart's backside, and re-entered, keeping Bart's hips elevated with his own legs. The attacker grunted and moaned, pounding into Bart's unconscious body with a fury that made Doc ill. He fought the need to vomit because of the gag in his mouth that would only make it worse.
Doc closed his eyes tightly, struggling to block out the sound of the attacker's hips slapping against Bart's. He was grateful that Bart was unconscious, completely unaware of what was being done to him.
When the attacker finally came it was with muffled, sharp grunts that were animalistic in nature. He splattered his cum over Bart's chest and loins, already jerking himself back to wakefulness with a libido unlike anything Doc thought possible. Invigorated, more confident, the attacker returned to Doc. This time he used the same tube of lube, pushing it into Doc's bleeding and torn ass. Then he lifted Doc and made him kneel with his chest and shoulders on the mattress of the lower bunk.
Here the attacker first penetrated Doc, sinking all the way into his ass, ignorant of the struggle and screams.
Doc heard him moan, "So fucking tight."
His attacker began to thrust, driving a hoarse scream out of Doc's mouth with every penetration. His ass burned, his gut was on fire, and the bruises on his back hurt even more with the added pain of the rape.
When his attacker grew tired of the position, he moved Doc onto the bed. He turned Doc so that he could face Bart's unconscious form, and watch his friend bleed onto the floor while his attacker took him from behind.
Again his attacker tried to bring Doc's dick to life, but the pain, fear, shame and fury were too great. His attacker gave up, instead focusing on driving himself into his victim in as many ways as possible. His hips took a new angle with each thrust, going in fast, then slow. He pulled all the way out, then pushed back in several times, then just focused on keeping a steady rhythm.
Doc struggled to keep the tears at bay, stifling his screams and doing his best to close his mind to the situation.
Then Bart began to awaken. He felt the pain before his eyes opened, before the soft noises in the room registered. He moaned, rolled around, then screamed as he realized how much pain he was in, that his hands were tied, and that he was naked.
Doc watched the horror of his friend awakening, realizing, driving at breakneck speed through the emotions, then realizing that the horror was not yet over. All the time his attacker was behind him, pounding mercilously into his ass.
Doc began to scream again. To get Bart's attention. He tried to rub the gag away from his mouth, using the bare mattress of the bed, screaming for Bart to run. Get help. Get a gun.
He felt his attacker's thrusts shortening, sharpening, aiming higher and higher as he got closer to climax. He tried to wriggle off the bed and succeeded in getting his head and shoulders out into the open before his attacker latched onto him, and pounded in earnest.
Doc could barely breathe. His diaphragm was pressed to the edge of the bed, his mouth was full of the gag, his nose was running from the tears, and the pain was too much.
He felt his attacker double his efforts, then slam hard into him. Bart had made it to the door, but stopped when he heard the pitious scream from Doc. Bart watched his friend stiffen, then fall limp, head hanging down from the bed. Bart stared at the face of the man who had attacked them both. Their attacker didn't realize that the mask was no longer covering his identity.
Bart stared at their barracks sergeant, then closed his eyes tight knowing that he could never report this assault. The barracks sergeant had been there for decades. No one would believe that he had done this to brand new recruits. Reporting it at all would be so great a shame that the onous would fall on Doc and Bart, and not on the man doing it to them.
There would be only one way to exact justice. Bart knew this, and he tucked the knowledge into his heart, waiting for the sergeant to finish, pull out of Doc, then leave the room.
TBC
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