Reunion | By : Kingmaker Category: 1 through F > 24 Views: 602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Jack had lost count on how long the Russians had been imprisoning and torturing him. But he had been sure it had been years now. It would not end; it would never end. The Russians wouldn’t stop torturing Jack until the day he died, and he was too stubborn to kill himself. Jack was in an old brown stoned windowless room. That had one steel door, that had a slot at its bottom where he received his meals. The room had a white cot, a sink and a toilet, the Russians hadn’t even given Jack a fucking book to read or even a calendar to mark the passage of time. Jack’s clothes had rotted away and now all he wore were a pair of gray boxers and a white sleeveless under shirt. It had been so long since Jack heard his own voice that he had forgotten what it sounded like. All Jack had left were his dreams. One-night Jack dreamed the door to his cell had vanished and that there was a knife and a gun on the floor for him to pick up.
Jack picked the weapons up and burst out of his cell. Jack ran and savagely attacked five Russian soldiers who were waiting to ambush him. Jack cut open the throat of the solider who had his gun aimed right at him while shooting the poor sap next to him right in the head. The remaining three soldiers fired their guns at him. Jack grabbed the soldier’s whose throat he had just slit and used him as a human shield. The solider was stilling clinging to life, until the bullets of his comrades tore his body apart.
In mere seconds, Jack’s human shield was torn apart; blood muscle bones it was all stripped off by the endless assault of bullets. Jack had gained the time he needed; he fired his gun at one of the three soldiers. The man fell to the ground choking on his own blood. Jack tossed what remained of the corpse he was carrying at the last two soldiers. During that spilt second, they moved to get out of the way; he buried his knife in the skull of one of them and ripped the gun right out hands of the last soldier.
Jack pistol whipped the solider with his own automatic shotgun. He hit the solider so hard that he broke his jaw. The solider did not even have time to scream as Jack fired the shot gun and blew half of his head off. Jack cocked the shotgun and said, “I’m going to kill all of you damn Russians!”
A hard knock on the steel door to Jack’s cell awoke him from his blissful dream. Jack groaned and sat up. He got the shock of his life as Tony was tossed into the cell flat on his face, the door closed behind him as Tony stood up and rubbed his forehead before locking eyes with Jack. Tony was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and matching black pants.
“Jack!”
“Tony!”
Jack and Tony attacked each other; Tony punched Jack’s jaw while Jack kneed his gut. The two of them exchanged may kicks and punches until their ribs were bruised. Jack tried to restrain Tony, but he wiggled out of his grasp and slid to the other side of the room. Tony pouted. “This is just fucking great! I was out buying groceries and then the Russians jumped me and now I’m stuck here with you!”
“Fuck you Tony!”
“You know I got pardoned and became mercenary, I was such a bad ass now am I stuck with you Jack!”
“Fuck you Tony!”
“I was about to get my own podcast show, Tuesdays with Tony and now I’m in fucking Russia!”
“Fuck you Tony!”
Tony stood up. “Stop saying that Jack!”
Jack stood up to and waved his hands wildly. “No! You’re a terrorist who betrayed America and you betrayed me!”
Tony pointed at Jack. “I did what I had to do to avenge my wife, you almost started World War 3 for a woman you knew for two freaking days! Your worse than me Jack!”
“Shut up Tony!”
Jack langued at Tony punched him in the face knocking him back to the ground, Tony kicked Jack’s legs making him fall down to. Jack noticed how big Tony’s stomach was. “You’ve gotten fat Tony.”
Tony sighed. “Shut up Jack.”
The two former friends now found themselves cell mates. They had to deal with complete lack of privacy. Whenever one of them had to take a piss, the other would turn around. When one of them had to take a shit, the other had to turn around and hold his nose. Then there was jacking off, when one of them was in the mood to do that, the other would turn around and try to cover their ears. The two of them had to deal with their rotting, clothes Tony’s pants and shirt were gone. Now all he had on was a white tea shirt and white underwear. With no women or access to porn Jack and Tony started having strange thoughts about each other. Thoughts that filled them deep with shame and self-loathing. The Russians had stopped torturing Jack and had never tortured Tony. Tony and Jack found themselves hating each other less as the months and years dragged on. Tony lost a lot of weight and Jack helped him get into decent shape again. One-night Tony awoke to find Jack sleeping naked! His flaccid yet mighty member drew Tony’s gaze and he felt an urge to grab Jack’s balls. Then Tony saw a feather from Jack’s pillow lying on the ground. He picked it up and sat down next to Jack, without hesitation he started tickling Jack’s dick with the feather.
Jack’s member got hard and just when he reached full mast, Jack woke up. Tony’s heard stopped in his chest as Jack stared at him. Jack said nothing, so Tony continued. Pre cum dribbled out of Jack’s dick and then his penis twitched. Jack made his hands into fists and grimaced in bliss as he came, his man milk shot out of him like a bullet and it was nice and thick. Jack took a few deep breaths, then he sat up. Tony and Jack’s faces got closer and closer until they were only a breath apart. Just when their lips were about to touch, they remembered they were straight. Jack and Tony headbutted each other. Jack groaned and laid back down. While Tony screamed and slammed his hands against the wall. “The Russians are making us gay Jack!”
“We got to stay strong Tony.”
Tony sat down and cried. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this Jack. I need to fuck something!”
The next day when Jack and Tony awoke, they discovered they had a new cellmate, a white goat. Jack stared at the goat in in confusion while Tony got up and examined it. “Thank God were saved! The goat has a pussy Jack!”
“What the fuck Tony!”
Tony started petting the goat and scratching her ears. He planted kisses all over the goat’s face while talking in a creepy voice. “Did the mean Russians scare you? That’s okay you’re with me now, I’m going to call you Tina and from now on you belong to me.”
“I think you need help Tony.”
“Fuck you Jack! Tina belongs to me and if you try to take her from me! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Jack said nothing, he just kept an eye on Tony to make sure he didn’t do anything perverted with the goat. Tony started behaving even more strangely. He thought he was living in France and that he and Tina were growing wine together and that their neighbors were talking gay ferrets. He completely forgot that Jack even existed. One day Jack woke up naked! His hands and feet were bound with his bed sheets, Tony was also naked, he had he gray hairs all over his body and gray pubic hair. He was sensationally stroking Tina; Tony had an erection. Jack screamed. “No don’t fuck that goat Tony!”
“Shut up Jack. It’s time for me to make love to my new bride!”
Tony bent down and positioned the purple head of his penis against Tina’s goat cunt. “Please don’t do this Tony!” Jack shouted.
Tony ignored him and shoved his big cock into Tina’s pussy. Tina screamed in pain and her vagina bled as it took in Tony’s dick. Tina’s pussy was extremely tight, but Tony started moving at a good rhythm as Jack screamed in horror as he watched the man he had once loved like a brother break the ultimate taboo. Tony grunted as his dick swelled inside Tina, he was close, so close to getting his rocks off!
“I’m cumming Jack!”
Tony came inside Tina, his cum gushed out of her cunt like whipped cream as he screamed in joy. Jack cried. “Damn it, Tony!”
The moment Tony took his dick out of Tina the door to the cell opened and six Russians burst in. They restrained Tony and one of them drew a knife and slit Tina’s throat, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as blood gushed out of her neck like a waterfall. As Tina’s lifeless body hit the ground, the Russian soldiers beat Tony up, as Jack freed himself. They stomped on his crotch and pissed in his hands; Jack told them to stop. But then he joined in. After the Russians had beaten Tony to an inch of his life, they dragged him and Tina’s corpse away and closed the cell door.
Now Jack stood naked and alone. He covered his hands in Tina’s blood and then smeared it all over his cock. Jack took a deep breath and started jacking off. His penis throbbed in his hand, but when he finally came and shot his white sticky jizz all over the floor, he felt absolutely nothing. Jack fell to his knees and wept, his reunion with Tony had ended up destroying him as much as it had destroyed Tony. As for Tony, Jack never saw him again. The Russians decided to cut off Tony’s dick and balls. Then they gave him breasts and a big ass. After his forced sex change, they got Tony addicted to crack and made him the personal fuck toy of the Russian army.
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