Re-Training the Enemy
Part 1 of 6
“So, you are Private First Class Jim Davis, from Oklahoma City.” The young soldier stood silently, trembling in front of the North Korean colonel, whose men captured him. Davis was one of a squad of eight American soldiers. He was only 19, and the least experienced in military operations. He really did not know how to answer or even if he should answer. He wondered where his captain was. He was concerned about the other six men from whom he had been separated.
“Come on Private Jim Davis. Surely, you know we have our own intelligence service in North Korea. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to talk to you. You know; become friends.” Though he spoke in broken English, he was easy to understand. Then he pointed to the only other Korean soldier in the room and said, “This is Private Kim. He is nice looking. Is he not?”
For some stupid reason, Davis quietly agreed, “Yes.” But then, he immediately flashed a look of embarrassment, realizing he should not have acknowledged it.
“Here you are at my camp deep in the hills of Songnim, taken prisoner as a spy. You and your squad must be on some important CIA mission. Your Captain Marshall and your whole squad must have orders, steal our missile secrets, to check our progress, to stop us from ability to defend ourselves.” The colonel got a little heated and angry, but then he calmed down and spoke more friendly to his captive, wanting to gain his confidence.
There, in the colonel’s office, in the hidden military camp, the colonel held all the cards. He was trying to manipulate this young, and he presumed, naive soldier by talking to him while maintaining the seven other Americans in separate jail cells in another part of the compound. Each will be interrogated in a different way. The colonel already knew of the famous and courageous Captain Marshall. He knew that every member of this American squad respected and honored him. They would do anything for him, including die for him. In order to learn whatever the Colonel could know, he had to break their leader, Captain Marshall. The problem was, Marshall’s record and reputation showed he would never talk no matter how much or how harsh he was tortured. And his men would follow his lead remaining silent as well. No, the colonel needed another plan and he had one.
“Private Davis.” Davis just nodded. “Let me be… how you say… frank. There are just the three of us here, you, me, and Private Kim. So, we are alone. We can keep what we say and do here secret. No need to be hesitant to agree soldier Kim is good looking. You know, he has very nice body too. You like to see more?” Davis quickly shook his head no, but the colonel turned to Kim, spoke in Korean, and Kim stripped naked. Private Davis stared slightly as he drank in the vision of the young, tight--bodied, Asian soldier, who was about his own age.
“Davis,” the colonel said leaning towards the American. “Private Kim is here because he told me he liked you. He saw you and the others being escorted into our compound 3 days ago when we capture you. He told me… how you say… you look sexy.” The colonel nodded, more just agreeing with himself. “Kim serves as my personal secretary and is exceptional worker, most loyal soldier. So when he tells me he likes you, and you are one of my captives, well, why not give hard-working soldier Kim a present. You.” The colonel nodded again to himself.
“No… Please. Where is Captain Marshall? He always knows what to do. Please colonel, let me be with my squad. I feel uncomfortable. I mean… Please. I’m just a private. I can’t tell you anything. I don’t know any details. Please. May I speak to my captain?” The young American was stuttering, confused, and scared at this suggestion of getting too familiar with naked Private Kim. And he wondered what this was all about.
The colonel just ignored Davis’ rant, and continued along the “familiar” path. “Davis. I don’t want any secret information from you or your precious Captain Benjamin Marshall III. I am here only because my Private Kim found you attractive and asked me to ask you… if he could suck your dick. It’s all so simple.” Just then, Private Kim spoke back to his colonel trying to be respectful, but not liking what his superior was saying. It took a louder restatement of the colonel’s orders to have Kim stand back at ease.
“No. Please. I am not gay. Please. Tell him sorry. And… tell him thanks for his offer.” Private Jim Davis could not resist eyeing every well-toned muscle of the young, naked Korean soldier. He had a lean swimmer’s build and a very handsome face. His flaccid dick was beautiful, too, and hung in an “at ease” position.
“Davis. Do you want to dishonor me in the eyes of my subordinate? Do you want him to think I am not respected by you? An American spy? A captive? My captive? Do you really want him, my secretary, to see his commander’s simple request rejected? By you?”
“I’m sorry, Sir, but that’s against international…”
“Davis. OK… as you wish. I don’t force you. Don’t allow my soldier to suck your dick. Fine. But I will shoot your brave and precious Captain Benjamin Marshall III, just so I can… how you say… save face with Private Kim. I go now and shoot him.”
“No, please. I’ll do it. Please don’t shoot anyone. Oh, God, no. I will do it. Private Kim can suck my cock. OK?”
The colonel spoke to Kim who hesitated but then went over to the American soldier, kneeled down in front of him. In a series of continuous moves, he unbuckled the American’s uniform belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. The naked Korean soldier then lowered Davis’ boxers. He was surprised to find a moderately-large dick on such a small, tight, body as Davis. Kim was uncomfortable preforming any kind of sex in front of his commander. However, as ordered, the Korean private engulfed the American meat in his mouth and slowly and methodically moved his mouth all the way down and all the way up that flaccid cut dick, repeatedly.
It was not his first time sucking dick. Kim was gay, although, up until now, only the colonel and a few other soldiers knew that for sure. It was an awkward way to come out. What seemed odd to Davis was that, in such a backward country like North Korea, homosexuality did not seem to be a problem issue, at least not in this camp. Private Kim put his nervousness aside and got into what he was doing. Davis’ dick did not respond readily to Kim’s erotic tongue teasing. It was evident that Davis was either not gay at all, or at least, just very uncomfortable with finding out through a new experience, especially under these circumstances.
It really did not matter to the colonel whether Davis was gay or not, as long as he did not resist. Simple non-resistance was a good start in working the colonel’s plan. Starting with Davis’ openness, it would be a small leap to have him choose the pleasurable company of a handsome Korean soldier over the prospect of being cruelly tortured. He was very creative and wanted to use Kim to weaken the resistance of Private Davis.
Private Davis was pliable. Why not? This young, sweet “kid,” a long way from home, was confused, scared, and separated from his supportive Marine buddies. And a little erotic comfort went a long way to sooth his fears. What difference would it make if he were straight or gay? Kim knew what he was doing. Soon Davis was making subdued moaning sounds and his bared knees were wobbly. His eyes were mostly looking at the ceiling. The colonel pretended to ignore all the signs of the American’s state of bliss, as he continued to speak.
“Davis, see, you make Private Kim so happy. And now I do not have to shoot your captain. See, you are hero, too. You save life of your brave Captain Marshall.” Of course, that was more than a lie, it was meant to be a joke. The colonel was amazed that this young private was so gullible. It was a fucking joke! No way was this colonel going to destroy an important American captive. But Davis believed it. Well, he was only 19-years-old.
“Thank you, Davis, for being reasonable and for saving your captain’s life. I have a plan that, if you cooperate, we can work together to save the lives of your entire squad.” Davis was not paying too much attention. He was in heaven, holding his head up and back fully, mumbling something. He never had a blowjob before, and he loved it; every straight man loves his dick getting sucked. His dick was starting to grow, slowly but definitely getting firmer and fatter, filling up Kim’s mouth nicely, as Kim’s expert mouth was deep throating this handsome American.
“Davis. Davis! You are no listening. Do you want to shoot your load?” Davis just nodded. “Davis. Speak up?” Then Davis weakly moaned a, “Yes,” as he stood there with his pants and underwear bunched around his booted ankles, having his dick expertly sucked.
“OK, Private Davis, but first take off the rest of your uniform. Get completely naked. Do it now. Boots, too.” Davis never gave it any thought. He just removed his shirt and T-shirt, and as Kim backed off his dick, Davis bent down to remove his boots and socks, still in a mindless, erotic haze, with a dick bobbing straight out, and dripping precum. He just wanted to get back to Kim’s wonderful mouth. Fuck! Gay had nothing to do with this.
“OK, Davis, OK. But now kneel down.” The naked, young American was ready to shoot his load. He did not notice that Private Kim had stood and, in a single motion, very gently put his hands on each side of Davis’ head, tilting it upward and back to open his mouth naturally, then slipping his Asian semi-hard cock into that still moaning hole. The foggy-minded Davis slowly worked his mouth and tongue over Kim’s dick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he assumed that the sooner he did as the colonel wanted, the sooner he could shoot his load. So he tried to mimic what he felt Private Kim do to him. Kim’s dick began to come to life and increase in size, causing Davis to choke a little, but he continued to suck the Asian dick lightly. Davis reached down for his own dick and began to pump it to explosion.
“No, Davis, don’t touch your dick.” The colonel spoke, not in anger, but just as a matter of fact. And Davis let go but continued to suck Kim’s to a full erection. It was not a huge dick, about six inches, uncut, and with a scent of being freshly showered. But Davis was into it. He again, absent-mindedly, reached down to play with his now bobbing, throbbing, dripping rod. Just one or two stokes, and he’d blast off.
“No, don’t touch it. You must learn respect first. You are but a captured spy, you are without rights. It is like we are in a war. Perhaps a cold war, but it is ugly and unkind, just the same.” Davis tried gently to pull his mouth off Kim’s dick, but Kim had his hands still holding his head in place. So Davis kept sucking as Kim’s firm hands encouraged his head to move a little away and then fully close to his belly, over and over again. The colonel never stopped talking. “But now, you two fine, handsome men are pleasing each other. You have found a way to side step the harshness and evil of war. You two men have the option of enjoying each other’s company, and avoid all the brutality that spies like you bring on to yourselves. Plus, you, Private Jim Davis, may also save the lives of each of your comrades.” Davis held up one hand, as if to ask for permission to pump his dick off.
“You may cum when you have completed your job. Not before.” Just then, Kim pumped his dick forcibly into Davis’s mouth and emptied his load causing Davis to cough and sputter, but he also licked his lips as the dick pulled out. The two Korean soldiers looked at the exhausted American “soldier,” naked on his knees, his dick still twitching and seeping ooze, waiting for its own release. Kim smiled and nodded to his superior to thank him, and the colonel snapped to a short bow in return. Davis’ only focus and thought was on his own intense and throbbing boner, and to try to avoid climax until given the OK. Private Kim had just put his uniform back on.
“May I cum now? Please? Sir? Colonel?” Davis said pleading like a little boy, his body trembling in anticipation of his approval.
“Davis. As I said, you have not completed your job. When you have served your purpose, you will be allowed to climax, not before.” Then the colonel yelled out for his guards to come in. A sergeant entered with two other guards and stood at attention. Now the naked, kneeling American was looking up at five Korean soldiers. “Stand,” said the colonel, more in a calm voice. Davis, feeling very intimidated, hurried to his feet, and for some unknown reason, threw his shoulders back as if to stand at attention.
The colonel, Private Kim, the sergeant, and the two guards all tried to stifle their simultaneous giggles. It was funny. There was the “mighty” American soldier, standing at attention, butt naked, with his rigid dick sticking out level with the floor, with a glistening string of precum dangling from the tip of his dick, slowly lengthening. Davis seemed too nervous to realize the condition of his jutting manhood. I mean, stifled laughter was just a human-nature moment. The giggling was not meant to be derogatory or mean spirited to Davis, it’s just that the presented “image” was so funny.
The colonel just wanted him to just stand up and relax, but the sight of Davis with a big, leaking boner was too precious to alter or even call to his attention. With a nod from the colonel, his soldiers all quickly calmed down as he continued to speak to Davis, “I am pleased with your behavior today, and you shall be rewarded.” Then he turned to his sergeant (who had no idea what humiliating things the American soldier did), and said, “This American will not be returning to his cell. Keep the seven others isolated and give them two cups of rice, and two cups of water for each, per day.”
The sergeant acknowledged his order and was about to leave, “Wait, take Private Davis’ filthy uniform with you and burn it; his boots, too.” Again, the orders were acknowledged and the guards scooped up the clothing and left with the sergeant.
After dismissing the guards, Private Kim and Davis were now alone in the colonel’s office. The colonel listed the rewards for this prisoner, “Private Kim, take Private Davis to your quarters. Allow him to bathe. He will remain naked at all times as a sign of his submissive and service status. He may have as much food and drink as he wants. He will share your bed. I assume that will please you?” Private Kim smiled and nodded. “Oh, one more thing. Private Davis is not to climax. I do not care how you two enjoy yourselves, but if he climaxes, I will string up his brave Captain Marshall and each of his comrades and give them all ten lashes with the cane.” The colonel was straightforward and blunt. And Kim knew it was a lie. It was just part of an on-going process to get Private Jim Davis to want to cooperate.
The colonel added, “Nothing that happened here or will happen between you and Private Kim will be known to your comrades. Your rewards for pleasing me are just between us.” Private Davis felt relieved to know that. “And if Private Kim reports any displeasure with you, it will be you that is strung up and given ten lashes. Is that clear?” He nodded quickly that he understood and agreed. Again, these were more words of intimidation to control the American. “You will be brought back here in two days, and I will explain your assignment, which involves saving the lives of all your comrades. Dismissed.”
Private Kim then escorted the naked American out of the office and across the compound grounds. Other soldiers either didn’t notice or didn’t care, as Kim ushered his sexy captive into his hut and shut the door.
During that afternoon and through the evening, Privates Kim and Davis were both in continual states of passion. Kim, being gay and in charge of the American captive, followed his commander’s orders exactly. He never allowed Davis to climax, not once. They fucked and sucked each other in every position imaginable. In moments of rest, they traded massages, which included gentle teasing. They kissed deeply for hours until they were rested, and then it was back to sucking and fucking. I already mentioned that the well muscle-toned, hunky, young American soldier did not climax at any point. That had nothing to do with his stamina. It had everything to do with Private Kim’s talent, experience, and sensitivity to know when Davis was about to explode.
Davis’ emotions were not always feelings of romance. At times, his need to climax caused him to give way to outbursts of temporary anger, out of erotic frustration. Davis could be heard yelling, “You-fucking-son-of-a-bitch!” And. “You-god-damn-filthy-slut!” Often after those outbursts, one could hear Davis whimpering and even begging. “Oh god, Kim, please, please let me cum, I won’t tell, please just this once. I’ll go mad. I can’t stand it. I’m dripping all over the fucking place. My dick is so hard. You can’t expect me to stay boned up all night. For god’s sake. Please, Private Kim, Sir, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”
Private Kim would calm him, whispering close to his ear, “Shhhhh. Just surrender. I am here to help you. Teach you. I will take care of you.” Kim spoke lovingly, and sincerely. Since Kim was gay and genuinely kind, he really did care a lot about his prisoner. At the same time, he needed to follow his commander’s orders; his commander’s plan to mold and shape Davis for the Korean military’s immediate use. If that sounds as if Kim was being two-faced, that is not true. Not the way Kim saw it. He believed in emotionally and psychologically breaking down this American to get him to cooperate, but that was necessary to save the other captors from needing to be tortured. Once the colonel’s use of Private Jim Davis was over, and it would be over within a few days, he figured he’d have an intimate, if not loving, relationship with Davis for as long as he was a captive. Making the young American all sexed-up, frustrated and needy was Kim’s job.
Whether Davis was screaming in angry frustration, or sobbingly pleading to climax, Kim was as supportive as he could be and still follow his commander’s orders. “Shhhh, I will get you through this. Shhhh. Calm down, my sweet American. I will help you. I will guide you. Just continue to give your body to me, and it will be over soon. Then the colonel will leave us alone. We will have each other’s tender comfort soon.”
As Private Kim spoke softly, he gently fingered Davis’ asshole while, with his other hand, he very lightly stroked Davis’ hair-trigger dick. “Yes, my brave man, just learn that your dick is not for you to touch, and all will be over soon.” Davis lay on the bed sobbing as he kept his hand spread out away from his body, allowing Kim to manipulate him. His dick was throbbing and oozing precum.
Davis was allowed to sleep a few hours here and there. It was like a truce in a war and one could actually sleep with the enemy. But most of their time together was spent with Kim erotically controlling and programing his captive. During these long sessions, Davis was allowed only enough rest to let his dick partially deflate. Then the methodical body-controlling process would start all over again. Private Kim would give his American captive a relaxing, and yes, loving, massage. Then when all was calm in Davis’ body, Kim would start French kissing him. At first, Davis resisted quite dramatically feeling it was unnatural. But after the initial attempts, Davis eventually gave in to the mindless erotic sensations. Then Kim would go onto a full body licking, and then he would suck the dick of his adorable captive until it became a steel rod.
With Davis on his back, Kim repositioned Davis’ arms away from his body, to teach him not to resist. The oral pleasuring went on for a long time until all resistance was gone. Then, Kim would sit on the wonderful hard pole and fuck himself by gently lowering and raising his ass repeatedly, always in control, even in the bottom role. He mindfully paced himself, avoiding any movement that would cause Davis to climax. That was the commander’s only rule. As soon as he felt that pole throbbing in his ass, he would remove himself and lovingly kiss his American love partner. Davis noticed how his dick would helplessly bob up and down, in search of a hole to cum in. But no hole was present for it to enter, not when he was that close to exploding.
When Kim gently removed his ass from Davis’ over-heated dick, Kim would fuck his face and shoot loads of Korean man juice down his hungry throat. Over the next two days, Kim unloaded five or six loads up Davis’ ass and about the same number of loads down his hungry throat. Most of the time was spent teasing Davis’ dick to a hair-trigger. Kim was under no restriction concerning his climaxing, and he loved his total, sexual control of his handsome American soldier. Earlier on, he had to make sure that Davis never touched his own dick by securing his hands to the bed frame. But after a few hours of sexual domination and understanding, Davis learned he could do nothing without permission. He remembered the colonel’s threats of beating all his fellow marines if he came, and he believed it. Kim no longer had to tie him in any way. Davis stopped trying to touch his dick, but every so often, he would beg for permission to release his pent up load.
This is exactly what the Korean commander wanted to happen. He wanted his loyal Private Kim to create a sexually-frustrated and obedient “zombie” prisoner who came to believe he needed permission to climax. This twisted his mind more toward submission and obedience. He was now needier and more likely to obey future requests that would involve the seven other captives.
Re-Training the Enemy
Part 2 of 5
To Davis, this was not a gay thing. He was not gay. It was both the most wonderful and neediest experience of his entire life. His erotic “torture” and lovemaking from kin surely beat what his fellow captives were experiencing. He imagined their misery in the mud-hole cells each were in: in isolation from each other, nearly staved, in a muddy, cold dirt pit, topped with bars. It was from a similar hellhole cell that the guards retrieved him, to mind-fuck him, to program him, to use him. It was the commander, who turned the youngest and least experienced soldier over to his trusted Private Kim, knowing Kim was gay and ordered this extended erotic torture treatment for Davis. To Davis, it was not “torture.” I mean, how can sexual pleasure be thought of as painful or injurious. At least, it did not seem like torture at the beginning. It appeared more like kindness and erotic pleasure, and even love, at times. And, he was given all the food, better food, he wanted.
Davis was allowed only two, one hour sleep periods during the night. The rest of the time he was under Kim’s control. The next morning the exhausted and boned up Private Davis was awakened with the mouth of his captor, Private Kim, licking him everywhere. Kim continued his important assignment of teasing his captive by licking his body from head to toes including his meaty American blue balls, which must be holding a gallon of Grade-A American cum, by now. Forgetting, just for the moment, he reached down, grabbed his stiff dripping dick, and got in two jerks before Kim smiled and calmly removed his hand from his bobbing staff. “No, my handsome American boner boy. Remember, that’s not for you to touch, not until your chore is over. Kim then lightly licked the man juice oozing down the manly tower, being careful not to trigger its climax. Davis’ climax was not allowed. Private Jim Davis, as naked as he had been kept since the day before yesterday, was escorted by Kim across the compound, into the colonel’s office.
“Ah, my American friend,” then staring for a moment at the raging, stiff boner on the prisoner added, “I see you have sincerely obeyed my instructions not to pleasure yourself.” Then to test his erection, the colonel placed his own hand around the American’s dick and stroked.
Private Kim suddenly and anxiously blurted out, “No, my colonel, please stop! He is in such desperate need to release!” The colonel took no offense. He understood and jerked his hand away quickly. But the colonel was so very, very pleased at the urgent need this American captive had to climax. His trusted Private Kim did his job superbly. This is the state he wanted Davis in. Exactly!
“Private Davis, I am so pleased, and more importantly, I absolutely know that with your cooperation we can save the lives of your seven comrades, including the life of your very brave and heroic Captain Marshall. What do you have to say to me?” Davis, a bit glassy-eyed and with his dick still bobbing up and down, just said, “Huh?” The colonel again smiled largely, happy with the American’s inability to focus on words right now. All sex and very little sleep did the job.
“Thank you, Sir.” Private Davis hesitantly uttered it more as a question, not being sure what this was all about, or what was expected of him. But the colonel did not mind. The young American soldier was standing there in front of him totally naked, with an erection, and saying, “Thank you” to a North Korean officer who captured him and his squad of seven other spies, while they were on a highly-classified CIA mission in the hills of North Korea. Or so the colonel assumed. The other huge, helpful factor to the colonel was that Private Davis was very naive and gullible, coming across as sincerely wanting to cooperate to save his squad. That was a tremendous start.
The colonel glanced at Kim, “Once again, just the three of us. I suppose that is why you are so stiff. Private Davis.” Davis looked down at his manhood and blushed, wondering why it was sticking out so obscenely, and here, in an officer’s quarters. He wanted to cover it up, but somehow he kept his hands at his side as a soldier should in the presence of an officer. He wondered when this erotic nightmare of sexual domination will end, not sure if he wanted it too, because, at the moment, his dick-hard brain was a little hazy. “You must be thinking of your little sexual escapade last night with Private Kim. Did you enjoy sucking his dick as much as he enjoyed sucking yours? Of course, as you know, Private Kim is a loving man and will be your true companion for as long as you choose to stay here. You will soon be a free man and then you will make that decision.” It was all part of his plan to maintain the young American private all horned-up, distracted, and in dire need of release. It was part of his system of control, and the colonel knew how to manipulate Davis to get the result he wanted.
“So, Private Jim Davis, are you ready to shoot your American seed now? Private Kim said you kindly saved up all your seed just for me to watch explode from you. That was so kind of you.” Of course, that was a lie, Davis would have climaxed any anytime if allowed.
“Oh, God. Thank you, Sir.” Davis was eagerly waiting for the command to shoot, but it did not come, yet. So he impatiently waited, all boned up. His hand moved toward his stiff dick and stopped, only 2 inches away, waiting for the word. His hand formed a big “C” ready to grab it but remained motionless. Again, Kim and the colonel stifled their smiles. It was so funny to see the naked American, boner jutting out, his right hand ready to grab it, waiting for the ok, and be seemingly ignored by the colonel. It was a funny sight, all at Davis’ expense. The Colonel simply continued his words leaving Davis frozen like a statue.
“Now, Private Jim Davis, we talk about you saving the lives of your seven comrades. In order to do this, I will need to torture you.”
“Davis, who only wanted to beat off, just heard the weirdest thing and could only stutter a reaction, “Wha… wha… what? Torture me?”
“Yes. We are going to secure you into torture chair in that room,” the colonel pointed to a closed-door at the back of his office, “and bring in your most brave Captain Marshall to watch as we most painfully mutilate your young, handsome body.” Davis got weak-kneed and dizzy, and Kim had to steady him for just a bit.
“We are going to torture you in every way possible that will cause you to scream in absolute terror. Anyone who sees the wall of evil-looking devices, and watches how we use them on you will become very sympathetic to your extreme misery, especially hearing… how you say … in horror movie… blood- curdling screams.” Davis’ dick, as well as his entire body, went completely soft for the first time since he woke up this morning. He did not notice the faint smiles on the Korean soldiers’ faces, as he began to sob.
“Please. I don’t know anything. I’m just an infantryman, just a private. Oh, God, please.” And he busted out crying.
“We are experts at torture. The colonel opened the back door of his office, which led to a large integration room and walked naked Davis over to an empty wooden chair with various metal attachments all over it. Then he opened several cupboards that held dozens of black leather restraints and other evil-looking items. Davis had never seen anything like this before, but he became scared shitless and started to cry.
Speaking only in English, so Davis would understand he was about to be slowly tortured to death, the colonel calmly told the two soldiers to place Davis in the chair and strap him in. Davis was too terrified to resist. He just allowed himself to be seated in it and his arms placed on the wide wooden armrests. Davis was looking around the room for Private Kim, the only Korean who seemed to care for him, to comfort him; but Kim was no longer there.
The two soldiers set the terrified, young, naked Private Davis in the seat of the torture chair and placed his arms on the huge armrests. He was trembling and too afraid to resist. They began picking up leather straps and using them to methodically secure Davis’ forearms, thighs and ankles to the chair, as the colonel continued to speak to the whimpering American. “We have the knowledge and means to put electrical wires to your dick and tits and it will seem like your most precious body parts are burning off your body. We have a technique to smash each and every one of your knuckles. And sticking bamboo splinters in your balls and between your knee bones is… how you say… child’s play.” Was Davis even listening? He seemed flushed white and sobbing in shock.
The soldiers added black ropes to prevent even minor movements of his limbs. These ropes further secured his torso and arms to the torture chair. Davis knew this would be the beginning of an agonizing end to him. But if only Private Kim would come in and rescue him, he’d be saved. But where was this only soldier he trusted? Where was Kim?
One of the bondage soldiers took out a weird metal device with a chain and held it up so Davis could see it. Davis was puzzled as to its use until the soldier clamped one metal grip onto his left nipple and the other end onto his right nipple. As the tiny screws were slowly, but carefully tightened, the colonel continued his explanation of the impending session in a manner as casual as if the two men were having a quiet, friendly lunch.
“Then we will take sledgehammer and smash your wrists and ankles, so your limbs will no longer be useable. We know how to not kill you, so you will not die. You will be in such awful, enduring and exquisite pain.”
As one solder finished adjusting the tit clamps, the other was placing a black leather cock ring around his Davis’ dick and balls, and then erotically teased it to an erection. Why …. How … could Private Davis possible get erect?! Well, while Davis was being immobilized, his fate being described in detail, and the tit clamps were delivering an erotic, but not harsh, pain, …. Davis was not actually being hurt. He was being scared. The fact that gay Private Kim was assignment (and happily so), to erotically play with Davis to tease and edge him without mercury for the past 36 hours, not allowing him to climax, gave Davis’ dick a will of its own. It did become and stay erotic, even as the bound, American soldier was in a terrified state.
“It is an art form to deliver such unbearable pain that does not kill a person. We know that such a strong, young American man as you will pass out, so we have case of smelling salts there on the table. Pain is of no use unless you can feel it and we can enjoy it.”
Next, one soldier brought out an odd black leather contraption with snaps, metal D-rings and straps. It was also shown to Davis and he stared at it, confused as ever. His sobbing faded into a semi conscience state as he tried to figure what it was. He was sniveling and staring as the two soldiers placed this device over and around his head. The lower part contained a large bulky gag that was forced into his mouth and strapped behind his head. The upper part was a solid leather blindfold and also strapped at the back of his head, so he was now blinded and gagged. His panic rose to a higher level, now that he could neither see nor speak up.
Once the head harness was secured all around his head, the harness, itself, was then secured to the headrest of the torture chair, so his head was now also immobile. For the first time, Private Davis started to struggle, trying to free, or at least move, his shoulders or arms or legs. But nothing moved very much. Unbeknownst to Davis, Private Kim was called into the room and went over to his strapped in “companion.” Kim knew the plan, and started to massage and then suck Davis’ dick. Davis wrongly assumed it was one of the soldiers who strapped him securely into the chair, assuming Kim was still not there.
Kim, who was gay, enjoyed his erotic manipulation of this straight, American soldier. Davis was being emotional and psychologically pulled in all directions. First, he was imprisoned in a dark, musky dirty cell when he was captured as part of an infiltrating squad of eight Marines, led by the highly decorated Captain Benjamin Marshall, III. All were kept separated and without contact with each other during their confinement.
Then Private Davis, young, only 19, and inexperienced, was singled out as one who might be “bent” gay, at least for their purposes. He was assigned to Private Kim’s quarters, whose orders were to keep him erotically teased and edged, with little sleep and no chance to climax. Kim, who climaxed various times during that previous 36-hour period of erotic play, was delighted to explore, tickle, tease, caress, kiss, and make gentle love to the straight American soldier. Davis was forced and manipulated at first, into sucking getting sucked, fucking, being fucked, rimming, getting rimmed, and whatever. But… gradually he became willing and eager to comply with Private Kim. It just felt too fucking good, even for a straight guy. His only frustration, a tremendous obstacle to his full enjoyment with Kim, was that he forced to maintain a boner without release. But even so, it was a lot better than being isolated in enemy territory, held captive in isolation in a shitty, dirt hellhole. So, except for brief errors here and there, usually private Davis complied by avoiding even touching his own leaking, stiff boner. That American “tool” was for Kim, and only for Kim to manipulate, and he was a master at edging.
Then, after 36 hours of erotic play, at times turning him unto a zoned-out zombie-like sex creature, he is strapped into a medieval torture chair, gagged and blindfolded, with screw tight tit clamps, as his impending sadist torture was described to him in minute detail.
And now, some Korean soldier is sucking on his dick and tickling his balls as he is totally immovable in this chair, to return him to the state of being a boned up American soldier. No wonder he was cry and moaning, his emotions were all over the place, being comforted and terrified all at the same time.
“We are now ready to begin, Private Jim Davis, US Marine trespasser spy.” The colonel spoke loudly, to make sure he had his undivided attention, now that no one was touching him, and his dick was fully erect, and everything was set and in place. “Being tightly blindfolded, I know you cannot see me right now, but I have in my hand a surgical scalpel.” He walked up to stand next to the strapped-in Davis and said calmly to his captive, “Davis, have you ever seen a man’s skin removed?” Davis flipped out., he screamed as loud as he could through his dildo-stuff mouth gag, as he mustered every ounce of strength he could to fight his way out of the bondage torture chair. His screams were greatly muffled, as he tried to rock the chair and struggle to free any part of his firmly secured body. Nothing moved, so he yelled for help, pleaded, cried, and screamed “no,” continuously, one could barely make out any words, but he was pleading for his life as he felt the first chilling cut of his skin around his belly button.
The colonel paused, listing to the increasing whaling of the petrified 19-year-old American soldier. “You cry good, my American friend. You can scream and yell loud like the roar of an elephant.” Do to being blindfolded; Davis could not notice the smirks on the faces of the colonel, or those on the faces of the other Korean soldiers. Kim was smiling the most. “In fact, if you just make terrible sounds exactly like that, maybe we no need to torture you after all.” Now, there were outward chuckles from the men.
Private Kim untied the headgear from his hopefully, soon-to-be companion, Private Davis, and gently removed the entire pieces, slipping the huge dildo gag out of his mouth and the blindfold off his head all at once. Davis inhaled sharply and blinked several times. Then he jerked his face downward to see his bloody abdomen with the skin cut away. But there was no blood, no cut, just the smooth skin, untouched that was dripping wet. He looked up and saw the colonel still holding the ice cube that he used to circle Davis’ belly button, to give the effect of a knife cut. “Maybe if your captain Marshall just hears your pretend shrills of terror and believes you are being tortured, he will cooperate with us.”
“You mean this was all just a joke?!” Private Davis blurted out in anger and shock.
“No,” the colonel said, “Not a joke, but a dress rehearsal.” And so the plan was exposed. The colonel was not as brutal as he was presenting himself. He was not going to torture Davis, or anyone else. His target was the captain who commanded this illegal raid into his country, Captain Benjamin Marshall, III. But knowing the heroism and bravery that the captain had already demonstrated in his career in Afghanistan and Iraq, there was no breaking him, not by torturing him or doing anything else to him. But, the colonel believed that if the caption thought one of his fine young men were being horrifically tortured, right in front of his eyes, and he could stop it, he would do anything… anything short of betraying his country he would do for the lives of his men. The colonel was not going to make him betray the USA, but he was going to make him do some very humiliating thing to dishonor him, and he was going to dishonor this American hero right in front of his own men.
Davis finally calmed down with the help of Private Kim who was unstrapping him for the supposed torture chair. As Davis stood up, he finally realized that everyone was laughing, even his friend, Private Kim. “You won’t really hurt me? It’s like play-acting?” he said, wiping his eyes and cheeks with his forearm. The colonel picked up evil-looking, medical instruments that were on a side table. Holding it in his right hand, he placed the knife-edge directly over his left-hand palm and drew it across his palm. He screamed in pain, as he seemed nearly to cut his own hand in half, making a bloody line that was cut into his palm. Blood was dripping from his hand and onto the floor. Davis was shocked! All the Korean soldiers laughed at Davis’ look of terror. It was a trick knife, one that oozed pig blood when a button in the handle was pressed. It was all theatrics.
“No, we will not hurt you. We might smack you a little bit to help with the appearance of torture, but no one will damage you or cause you any pain. Just think that we are making a movie, using pig’s blood for real blood.”
Then Davis realized that even if he pretended to be tortured to get his captain to talk, he would still be cooperating with the enemy. “But… I… I… can’t help you interrogate any of my squad. I’d be a traitor. I can’t.” Then to himself, he added, “Oh, god, I can’t take this.”
“You misunderstand. We will never ask your captain for any secret information. He will not be coerced to tell any American secrets.” The colonel spoke sincerely. Davis turned to Private Kim, who he trusted more, and saw him nodding in agreement. “Private Davis, you have my word, as an officer, I will not ask your captain for any secret information, in any way. Whatever your captain and I do will have nothing to do with pain, and nothing to do with secret information? Your captain will not be given a single scratch by me or any of my men.” Again, Kim nodded to confirm the agreement.
“You have built a type of bond with Private Kim, yes?” Davis nodded more assertively, treasuring the wonderful erotic 36-hours he spent with gay Private Kim. Even though he was not allowed to climax, which was very odd to him, and he sure looked forward to that intense release, but he did trust Kim. “Look at Private Kim. Look him in eyes. Do you see he is being honest?” Again, Davis, without hesitation, fully nodded in agreement.
Private Davis did not understand the reason to do this, but he truly believed in two things: he would not be tortured, only pretend to be, and his captain watching this theatrical show, would not have to divulge any military secrets, nor would he even be asked to. Davis, though worried, signaled he would participate in the pretend horror “movie” about to unfold.
Re-Training the Enemy
Part 3 of 5
“Davis, all you need to know is this is not about military secrets. It’s about getting your country to stop invading my country. And we can do that with your help and without any injury to anyone, or needing to hear secrets. To be honest, military secrets would be important to know, but that is not what we are after here.” As the colonel spoke, he took a cloth and wiped his hand clean of the pig’s blood, showing his uninjured palm to Davis.
“Guards, prepare the interrogation room for the real show. Have the movie crew set up the dim lighting, camera, microphones and everything else we need.” The colonel ordered. Then he turned to Private Kim, “Take our movie star in there too, and rehearse more screams, begging and pleading, yelling, swearing, crying the whole works. He won’t be wearing a gag this time. Practice how his body must shake violently when we pretend to connect the electric battery to his body.”
“I am so pleased that you are taking this seriously. Your cooperation AND… how you say, Oscar-winning performance, will save your fellow soldiers from real harm. But let me explain that the ‘integration room’ is large, and it will be dimly lit. We have the assistance of a famous Korean movie director who is setting up that room right now, setting the stage, as you say. Only minimal streaks of daylight allowed to enter room, some will fall directly on you in the torture chair. Torture chair will be on the far side of room, and I and your captain will be at the near end of the room. He will not be allowed to approach you. He will hear you much better than he will see you. And whatever he sees in dim light, will be visualized in detail, by his imagination, and influence of your screams.”
Private Jim Davis wondered if he was giving “aid and comfort to the enemy.” He reasoned that there is no actual state of war, so the Koreans are officially not an enemy. No one will be hurt; he believed that. His Marine squad did illegally entry North Korea. Also, and very personal to himself, was he would not be tortured. However, he added it up, it seemed okay to him. There was one other reason he wanted to cooperate. He reflected on the 36-hour erotic play he had with Private Kim. Those he was never allowed to climax, he was introduced to strange, but wonderful new erotic pleasures with this man. Even though, Davis still considered himself straight, he could not account for the tremendous, never-before experienced erotic feelings caused by Kim. Even now, as he looked down at his naked body, his saw that his dick was once again hard and jutting straight out. He wanted to grab it, or at least hide it, but he thought he needed to respect Kim’s rule not to touch it. Embarrassed as he was by it, he did not touch his boner.
From the morning to early afternoon, “that room,” as well as Private Davis himself, was being totally prepared for the theatrics that would begin soon. Various screams and types of blood curdling yells could be heard coming from the integration room throughout the day. The soldiers around the compound paid little attention to the noise, even though the sounds of terror were becoming quite realistic. An assortment of soldiers and some Koreans in civilian clothes, as well, were in and out of that room.
The room was long and narrow, about 10 by 30 feet. A sturdy wooden chair, with metal clips attached everywhere, was in the far corner. At this end of the room, opposite where the torture chair was, would be where the colonel and the captain would be. And at this same end was a floor-to-ceiling wood closet of sorts that spanned about 10-foot of the 30-foot wall. This closet had a row of large framed mirrors, which sort of looked like windows, which appeared to be handing on bulky metal hooks. This must be some sort of supplies closet or maybe it held more devices of torture.
It was now… torture show time.
Captain Benjamin Marshall, III, was brought into the colonel’s office. He was wearing his field uniform, from his cloth Marine cap to his filthy pants and shirt, to his badly scuffed, high-laced boots. Even so, he was the true, all-American male, a hero who was looked up to, respected, and honored. All his men saw him in that same way. They would obey his commands without hesitation. As far as the captain knew, his seven man squad remained in their isolated dirt-holding cells, similar to where he was kept. He really had not seen or heard from them for nearly three days, so he was not sure where they were or in what condition they were in.
The captain, a decorated war hero from both the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, stood at attention. He was flanked by two Korean soldiers. He was not handcuffed in anyway. Why? There was nowhere for him to go, and he’d never try to escape without taking his men with him.
Looking down at the colonel seated at his desk, reading papers, the captain immediately demanded to know where his men were and about their condition. “Ah, Captain Benjamin Marshall number three. Or how you say, … ‘the third.’ Welcome to Korea. I suppose we have a lot to chat about.”
“I have nothing to ‘chat’ about. I only want to know the whereabouts and condition of my men.” The captain spoke forcefully.
“You Americans are so crude. You lack the refinement and civility, civility as in our Korean culture.” The colonel paused. “Very well. I will let you see one of your men, but only if you promise to behave and be respectful. Do you make such a promise Captain Marshall?” The captain nodded. “I did not hear you, captain.” The captain looked confused.
“Captain, can’t you even show respect for my rank and my responsibilities? My authority? My authority over you?” Again, another pause. The colonel lowered his voice, “My authority over your men?”
“Yes, Sir.” He mumbled exhaustingly.
“That half-hearted response sounds to me like you have no respect for me. You are a ‘guest’ in my country. A spy, actually, and you do not even have the… how you say… common courtesy, to speak respectful to me?”
Captain Marshall, who desperately wanted to see his men, starting with this one soldier the colonel just mentioned, snapped to attention, and barked out, Yes, Sir, Colonel!”
“Oh, much better, Captain Marshall, much better. However, you wish a favor from me, don’t you? Or, would you like to be returned to your wonderful holding cell provided by your host country, seeing no one.” There was a pause, then, “Now, do you want to say that like you mean it?”
“YES, SIR! Colonel. YES, SIR! Thank you, SIR!” the captain shouted. And so began the psychological tearing down of Captain Benjamin Marshall, III, and his journey into humiliation of the weirdest kind.
“And, maybe you want to salute me? Of course you do not have to if you think it unwise or improper,” the colonel almost whispered as he smiled.
The captain in desperation to see his men, at least this one man, quickly raised his right hand to the right side of his forehead, and again shouted, “YES, SIR! Colonel. YES, SIR! Thank you, SIR!” The colonel smiled at the brave captain’s first sign of submissiveness. He calmly arose from his desk chair and indicated with a wave of his hand for the captain to follow him into the next room, the interrogation room.
One of the soldiers opened the door and in went the colonel, the captain, and the two guards. The captain froze in horror at what he saw, even without understanding it. His mouth fell open as he released a, “What the fuck?!”
The visual shock the captain received could not have been expressed any better. He stopped in his tracks and saw a man, fastened to a huge wood chair, attended by two Korean soldiers, one on either side of the chair. It was at the dimly-lit far side of the room. Some sunlight came thought little slits, here and there, around the window coverings. It was enough to see that the man in the chair was naked. At first he thought the two Koreans attending to him were doctors helping him. But as his eyes become more accustomed to low-light level, he realized they were soldiers who were doing things to his bloodied body.
Still in shock, the captain blurted out, “Davis? Is that you?”
“Captain, Captain Marshall, please don’t let them hurt me anymore.” And Davis began to sob and shutter. “Oh god, please help me. Make them stop.” Unlike in the rehearsal, this time Davis’ eyes were bandaged with dirty white cloth wrapped fully around his head. The circular areas directly over his eyes were blood soaked. The captain could see that much, and his mind was ablaze with images that Davis’ eyes were cut out of his head Although the blood on the eye bandages was actually pig’s blood, it look horribly real to the Captain, especially hearing Davis please desperately for help.
All at once, the captain yelled and screamed, as he took off toward that far side of the room, toward Private Davis in that medieval chair contraption. Of course, the soldiers were prepared for his lurch and wacked him on the back of the head with the butt of a rifle. Down he went, rolling on the floor. The captain thought to shout protests about his man being tortured and citing the Geneva Convention and… and… then he realized none of that mattered. Not here; not now. Not in this reality.
Still in a bit of a daze, and on the floor, he looked down the room to Davis, and saw the two soldiers who wore wet bloodstained butcher aprons, just standing on each side of the chair. Each soldier held some weird looking curved metal devise in his hands, and was just standing there, looking at the colonel, as if waiting for directions to continue. At his point, the hidden camera was turned on and the Korean movie crews, out of sight, began filming Captain Marshall.
No one said anything or even moved. The captain looked up to notice that the colonel was now seating in a soft, fabric chair with his legs comfortably crossed, so that one boot was on the floor and the other one was sticking out as it rested on the other thigh.
“Please have your men stand down, Colonel. Please don’t hurt my men. Oh god, please stop.” The captain was teary eyed and truly begging. His mind was filled with unspeakable horrific images of what they had already done to Private Davis. And what about his other six men who he has not seen or heard from for two days? Was Davis the first to be tortured or was he the last?
The hidden camera was being set to film Captain Marshall at a specific angle that did not include anything at the far end of the room. The camera was only framed to show the captain and the colonel. Earlier, when this scenario was present to Private Davis, he was told that he would be the star. But it was really Captain Marshall who they wanted to capture on film engaging in humiliating, degenerate and even treasonous behavior that he would soon unwittingly display.
Finally, the colonel spoke up softly, “You seem to be making a lot of demands, Captain Benjamin Marshall number 3. You demand I respect your wishes. Yet you show me no respect. And, as far as I can see, I am the only one who may choose to grant you any favors whatsoever.” The captain wanted to say something, but he thought he better hold off. So he just nodded in agreement.
“Here is what you will do to show me respect. First, you will not step out of this yellow square painted on the floor.” The captain hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a large yellow rectangle marked with yellow tape by the Korean camera crew to keep the captain in the camera frame. That square space included the colonel’s sofa chair and the space directly in front of his chair. The captain quickly moved from where he fell, to the area inside the rectangle. The colonel smiled at his compliance.
“Second, as long as you wear your uniform, you are a military spy, and I cannot discuss anything with a military spy.” The captain looked confused, though he did not want to be out of uniform, for any reason, he did want to talk with the colonel about the treatment of his men.
“Third, you will act cordial to me, so we can talk and even share a glass of some of your country’s best California wine. You will be respectful to me and respect Korean customs.” The captain, though terrified at what they already did to Private David and what they would continue to do to him, at least saw that all torture had stopped. He was eager to agree to these simple terms and to try to reason with the colonel for medical care and better treatment for his men in general. He nodded, but no one moved.
“Captain, you instantly agreed, but you no comply.” The captain was on the floor in front of the colonel, they were facing each other. The torture chair was far back behind the colonel and out of camera view. The colonel never took his eyes off the captain who remained on the floor at his feet and raised his voice, speaking to the solders behind him and said loudly, “Truck Battery.”
As the two men emptied their hands, one went to a side table and wheeled it over to Davis. They moved in unison, like robots. The captain could clearly see what appeared to be a very large battery. The men were uncoiling wires and attaching them to the battery.
“Colonel! Please. Don’t. I said I agreed to your conditions. Oh my god, please don’t shock him, you’ll kill him, please.”
“Sorry, I cannot discuss this with a military spy. I see, by your uniform, you are a captain in the Marines. An American military spy. I have nothing to say to spies. Your spy uniform offends me.”
The captain could not see detail back that far in the dim light, but it appeared to him they were attaching wires to his nipples. He guessed they were using alligator clips.
“Please, Colonel, for Christ’s sake! You’ll kill him with all the voltage.”
The two soldiers secured more wires to Davis’ body. One of the two Korean soldiers was Private Kim. He entered the room after Davis was blindfolded with that head harness. It was difficult for the captain to see, but he realized that Private Davis was completely naked, strapped in the torture chair with black leather straps going everywhere. His "head Harness" consisting of over-sized, black leather blinders strapped around his head. A flat, black leather gag was secured over his mouth. But intentionally, nothing was placed in his mouth, so that he could be heard crying, yelling, and screaming. His spoken words were a little muffled, but he could be heard, and needed to be understood, according to the pretend torture plan.
Though the captain could not see clearly that far into the dimly lit area, he guessed various wires were being attached to his dick or balls, as well as his nipples. His thoughts were interrupted by Davis crying for help. Davis was blindfolded, but he could hear and FEEL everything. Davis was told this was all a pretend, but he was getting scared, really scared. He was tied to a chair and now metal clips were attached to his nipples, his dick, each ball, and his ears, and he was freaking out and trembling in fear.
Private Kim, his (mostly) trusted companion, sensed this and using his body to block the view of his hand, he gentle patted and massaged Davis’ naked, strapped in body. Then his leaned over, close to Davis' ear, and whispered, “I will never hurt you, you should know that. These metal clip are smooth, they only pinch a little. Like we rehearsed, there is no voltage in the battery, but you must pretend you are getting fried when we turn the switches. It will be over soon, my handsome American soldier. Remember, when this is over, we go back to my quarters and make love.” With his back to the center of the room to obstruct the view of the captain, Kim leaned over and first lightly kiss and liked whatever flesh was exposed. Davis moaned with pleasure. Kim then teased Davis’ dick back to a stiff rod, knowing no one could see it or what he was doing. Davis started to moan in pleasure again, but Kim reminded him to pretend to scream in agony for his captain to help him. “We will be together when this is over. “ Kim whispered lovingly. Kim wiped a Davis face, here and thee with pig's blood, to add effect.
“Captain?” Davis cried out using phony sobs. “PLEASE HELP ME. I can’t take any more.” That little “more” bit was as rehearsed, since they never actually hurt him. The blood on his face was noticed by the captain, as was the blood on the aprons of the two soldiers. It was blood from a pig that was slaughtered for tonight’s mess hall. But to Captain Marshall, and to anyone else who did not know better, it really looked like Davis’ blood, from being tortured.
“Captain,” the colonel spoke loudly to break his stare at Davis and got his attention. We are going to resume our… um… how you say… interrogation of young Private Davis. It’s too bad we can’t discuss this. But I see you are still wearing a military spy uniform, so… no… we cannot chat civilly.” Again, without looking back, the colonel said, “Continue.”
“AAASAAHHHHNN NNNNOOOOOOO. PLEASE… OH FUCK… AAAAUGH…” even the torture chair shook as Davis’ body jolted this way and that. He screamed as loudly as he could and made the most awful animal sound. Yelling not at his “tormenters” but at his captain. “For the love of God, Captain, PPPLLLELASE MAAAAKE THEEEEEM SSSTTTOOOOOPPPPP.” It was just as he had rehearsed it with Private Kim. He continued his blood curling screams and his phony sobbing and pleading.
“My, that scent of burning human flesh is quite unique, isn’t it, Captain? It’s not like a searing steak on a grill or fried pork chops. Is it? Its lovely aroma is so exquisite, so specifically identifiable, isn’t it, Captain? Especially when his skin actually starts to burn off as the voltage begins to cook him.” The colonel was playing mind games. There was no burning flesh smells in the room, but the captain’s mind was being poked and prodded to believe the existence of any smells that were consistent with what he thought he saw and heard happening.
The captain, believing Davis was in agony, finally want the colonel was saying, which was to get rid of his offensive uniform. He literally ripped off his uniform. His boot and socks went flying. The hidden camera caught it all. He popped the buttons and zipper on his pants. Davis continued to scream for the pretend electric torture to stop. Then the captain, in one seamless motion, ripped open his shirt and the buttons flew everywhere. He thought he was done and looked at the colonel. The Colonel did not move a muscle; he just remained relaxed in his easy chair. Then the captain grabbed his marine hat and flung it away, then removed his dog tags and tossed them, too. Every bit of his military uniform was gone from him, he was only wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and his boxers, yet the voltage continued to burn and sear the young private’s strapped-in, naked, screaming body.
The colonel finally helped to communicate the problem by pointing to the captain’s underwear. With only a brief moment of hesitation, the captain ripped both those items off as well. Then he started to fiercely peer into the eyes of the smiling colonel, as if to yell at the top of his lungs, “OK, Now what? Turn that fucking battery off NOW!” But of course, he remained silent.
Re-Training the Enemy
Part 4 of 5
After a few more seconds of waiting to make his point, the colonel spoke the word, “Stop.” And Davis stopped all sounds and motions as if he collapsed. One soldier reached for a stethoscope and pretended to listen to Davis’ heart. Then he straightened out and reported, “He is fine, just resting.”
“We give Private Davis three minutes to rest. Then we are going to use a hammer to break his knuckles.” The totally-naked, kneeling captain mouthed the word, “Why?”
“Because, if I asked you politely to lick my boot, I think you not do that. You don’t have that type of courage, even to save Private Davis’ life. Might I be correct Mr. Marshall? You still think like you in charge? You boss?”
“I can’t do that. No man would do that. It’s dehumanizing. Please, I did what you asked; can we let Private Davis go now? Give him medical attention? Sir?”
The colonel spoke in Korean to Private Kim, who was one of the pretend torturers, and asked him to bring over the tray of hammers, mallets, and pliers. “Benjamin, may I call you Benjamin? Would you like to pick out the tool we should use next? I might suggest the little hammer. It makes less damage, but we have to use it repeatedly to smack each knuckle of each hand. I don’t think he will ever use his hands again. What you think? Big mallet? Only take one or two smashes at each hand to get it over with sooner. Though that big one is usually used to smash a prisoner’s ankles or knees, but I don’t want to spoil your surprises. We don’t smack ankles and knees… yet. Usually, we inject battery acid up his asshole first, to warm him up.”
The captain turned his head to the side and made some gag reflexes, he needed to throw up, but his stomach was empty. He had almost nothing to each today. He thought about licking the colonel’s boot. Then he looked around thinking that no one would ever know, not even Davis’ since his eyes were bandaged, that is, if he still had eyes under those bloody rags that were wrapped around his head. So he thought he could find a way to do this degrading thing, just to save one of his men, and get it over with. Captain Marshall, stripped naked on the floor in front of this Korean commander, moved his head to the colonel’s boot that was planted on the floor, and began to lick it. The hidden camera was catching the beginning of Captain Marshall’s demise.
The colonel waited a couple of minutes before he stopped him. “Benjamin, to be polite, you should ask me first. And, ask me nicely. In that way, I know you are not a spy, not even in the military. I need to see you as kinky civilian. This will be your proof you are not a military spy, just a boot-licking civilian.”
The captain shrugged his muscled shoulders, looked up at the colonel, and mumbled, “Please, may I lick your boot?”
“Sorry, I did not hear that request, Mr. Marshall, former marine captain.” He wanted to be sure that the hidden microphone picks up all the details as the captive’s submission as he was being filmed.
“Please, sir! Please let me lick the boot of such an esteemed and superior officer. Sir!”
The captain, kneeling naked in front of the Korean colonel, shrugged his muscled shoulders and looked up at the colonel and mumbled, “Please, may I lick your boot?” This was his requirement if he wanted to stop the colonel from further torturing his men. He had to degrade himself.
“Of course, but not right now. I want to reward you for being true brave man to save Private Davis. Let’s have a drink. I am so pleased you are willing to please me that I might let Private Davis go. However, we need to be sure you are eager to please me. You will salute me and call me ‘Sir.’ You will beg to lick my boot. You will treat me as your superior and obey my every wish. Then, and only then, I will let Private Davis go, as well as two of your other men. You are a very good negotiator, Mr. Benjamin Marshall, former marine captain.
“One last rule, as your superior, when we do discuss issues, I want you to talk to me in a completely agreeable way. How you say… go with the flow. This way you will continue to please me and maybe more of your men will be released.” The captain nodded, even though he did not understand what this was all about.
“But hear me clearly, if I sense any hesitation on your part to follow my suggestion, I will raise my left hand. That is the signal for my two ‘interrogators’ behind me to begin their version of open-heart surgery on Private Davis.” The captain momentarily turned a ghostly white, as a shutter went through his body at the thought that Davis might be dismembered piece-by-piece. He had to comply. And, anyway, no one would really know he was doing these disgusting, humiliating things. Who’s going to believe North Korean soldiers over a United States marine officer and hero of two wars?
All of a sudden, there was some noise coming from the closet. The captain looked up at the wood structure with the row of large mirrors and thought there must be some soldiers on the outside of the building doing some work to the outside wall. In a few minutes, the noise stopped.
A solder came from the office door with a bottle of wine, and two wine glasses, and placed them on the little table beside the easy chair where the colonel sat. The captain wondered to himself if it would be OK to stand up now, but he did not want to risk further injury to Davis, so he remained on the floor. He also wondered if this was the time to beg to lick his boot. He really wanted to get this over. He just stared at the colonel.
“Do you have something to ask me, Benjamin?”
The captain took it as his cue, “Colonel, Sir, May I please have the honor of licking your boot?”
“Oh Benjamin, you please me so much. I’m not sure if I should let you do that again. This would be the third day in a row I let you do that. Soon you’ll lick off all my boot polish.” The colonel laughed out load.
This was getting weird, the captain was wondering what this “third day in a row” was all about, they just met, but he knew he had to play along. “Sir!” and then the captain saluted the colonel, “Please, Sir! I really want to lick your boot like I did the last two days.” It was an awkward thing for the captain to say, but the life of him tortured marine was on the line.
The captain was being manipulated into saying humiliating and disgusting things that were not true, so the colonel’s hidden camera and microphones could pick it up. Of course there would be a lot of editing, but making the captain use a lot of this language, as well as requiring him to look pleased and desirous at the colonel helped to make his humiliation seem more real on film.
The colonel continued his efforts, “Well, ok, but first, how about a toast to our new friendship? Would you like to pour the wine, Benjamin?” Of course, there was no friendship, but the captain had to play along. He started to get up to pour the wine, but was not sure if he was allowed to stand. “You know, you always like to kneel in front of me, so there is no need to stand, but, go ahead and pour us some of that great California wine.” And the naked captain got on his knees and “walked” to the table and poured the two glasses of wine. Then he knee-walked back to his position on front of the colonel’s chair waiting for the colonel to hand him one of the two glasses. The colonel did.
Unbeknownst to the naked, kneeling, subservient captain, the mirrors he thought were only mirrors on that 10-foot closet wall were actually one-way window glass. Inside that closet were his other six men. They had just been quietly escorted into the closet through a back wall entrance. That was the noise he heard a short while ago. Yes, this closet was a secret room, now containing six of his seven squad members, now WATCHING HIM through one-way glass.
The “room” was designed for military personnel to watch interrogations. In this case, the furnishings were moved around so whoever was in the secret closet-room could NOT see that there were two guards standing at the colonel’s office door, nor could they see the torture chair containing Private Davis or the two soldiers on either side of him. The six American captives could only see the area of the integration room that was directly in front of the windows where their captain and the Korean colonel were. It was important to have these six men see their captain as acting freely, on his own with no coercion being applied. Their angle of view did just that. And with the audio speaker in this secret room, they could see and hear everything. To them, there was only their captain, naked, kneeling at the feet of the North Korean colonel, begging to lick his boot and acting pleased to do it. What a sight to see and hear!
The six American prisoners were thoroughly gagged. Each had his mouth stuffed fully with cloth rags until their cheeks bulged out, then the rags were firmly secured with layers of tape around their heads. In addition, this secret closet-room was fairly sound proofed. The men were not privy to anything that transpired prior to the colonel explaining the rules. So all they saw and heard was from the point where the colonel said, “Do you have something to ask me, Benjamin?” And their “brave-hero” captain responded, “Colonel, Sir, may I please have the honor of licking your boot?”
The men could not believe the traitorous behavior of their commanding officer. They all tried to break free of their bonds. But they were tied with their hands behind their backs, and also secured to the back wall of the closet-room with white rope around their chests, waists, thighs, and ankles. They could not look away nor could they make noise by kicking or pounding their fists. These six men were not naked; they wore their uniforms. Part of the psychology the colonel created was that it would appear that their captain was naked by his choice and not due to any requirement of the colonel.
The six men, who previously worshiped their decorated captain, and would do anything for him, were now angry at seeing him smiling and sipping wine with the colonel, seemingly joking and laughing. Then they heard, “Oh, guess what I have for you, Benny.” And the colonel produced a black leather dog collar and held it up for those behind the one-way glass to see. “Just what you asked for. Isn’t it?” The captain noted the hint of a brief, but the unmistakable stern look in the eyes of the colonel, and so he knew how he was to respond.
“Oh thank you, my colonel,” as he forced a broad smile. Then the colonel handed it to him and encouraged him to fasten it around his own neck. The colonel wanted to know if he was truly happy with it. “Oh my God, you make me so happy, Sir. Thank you!”
“You please me so much; you can now lick my boots.” Finally, the captain could get this whole thing over with, so without hesitation, Captain Marshall got fully down on the floor and licked the colonel’s boot. It helped for him to think of it as a split shine, and the “fact” that no one would ever know about it gave him deniability. “What a wonderful doggy boot licker.” If the captain only knew he was being seen by his squad, he’d probably just shoot himself, if he could. “Benny. Help me take off my boots and socks.” The captain did, but had no clue why this was happening.
“You know, Benny, yesterday, when I let you lick and suck my toes, you developed a big, hard doggy boner, and you leaked cum all over this floor.” The colonel laughed aloud, and the captain just looked puzzled and confused, but forced a smile of embarrassment. And then he started to get really annoyed at the thought of licking the colonel’s toes. This was a bridge too far. He was not going to do it. He was done playing this fucking game, and was about to get up and speak up. The colonel knew exactly what to do. He raised his left hand. The captain noticed, immediately, the two-aproned guards at the far end of the room removed all the wires that they put on Davis. But then, they each pick up those weird, cured, medical carving knives and move them to the middle of Private Davis’ chest, as if they were going to cut him open and expose his beating heart, as he threatened earlier. Each knife was moved lightly and carefully across Davis’ chest; red lines of blood appeared, as Davis began to scream and plead. With no further hesitation or resistance, he threw his face onto the colonel’s bare feet and started to lick them all over the top. The colonel lowered his hand, and the guards, out of sight from the six marines, went into a military rest position.
Of course, the lines of blood were pig blood that was coated on the edges of shinny dual metal. So there was no injury to Davis.
“No, no, Benny puppy. No. Bad dog!” the colonel was acting playfully at being angry. “Bad, bad doggie.” The captain looked up confused as ever. “Did you forget to ask me to do that? I know you get anxious to suck my toes and lick my body, but you are a former Marine officer, a former brave war hero. But you still need to learn patience, and beg me first, just like I taught you yesterday.”
The colonel gave a warning by starting to raise his left hand again, but only a little this time, and looked with a smile at the captain, “So tell me how hungry are you for my toes. Don’t be shy. Speak up.”
“Oh, colonel, you know sucking your toes is my most favorite pleasure. Please, oh god, please let me lick and suck your handsome toes. I’ll die if you deny me such pleasure.” And the captain immediately broke down, sobbed, and cried. He cried for real because he felt so humiliated, being forced to say such things. The embarrassment was overwhelming; he could not stop crying. He was glad his men were nowhere around to see him make a complete fool of himself. He was thankful that, at least, the colonel was making him do this in private. So he thought.
The Captain’s men behind the one-way glass who first directed their anger at the colonel now directed their complete hatred and rejection toward their own sick, traitorous captain. These men saw and heard their precious captain praise, worship, and adore the North Korean colonel and now suck his toes while crying in complete joy. They saw no one coercing him and making him do this. They could not see the two guards at the door with machine guns. They could not see Private Davis strapped to the torture chair with his eyes seemingly gouged out, nor could they see the apparent sadistic men in aprons ready to cut away parts of Davis’s body. They only saw their degenerate captain and freely and eagerly entertaining the enemy colonel, like his dog.
“There, there, my sweet doggie. There, there. No need to cry.” The colonel reached down and actually petted the captain on the head. “Your master hears and sees your need. Yes. Of course, you may lick my feet to your heart’s content. I know you need to worship my feet, so… go ahead. You may begin. But first? A word of appreciation? My sweet doggie?”
The captain stopped crying, wiped his eyes with his forearm, and proceeded to do the most disgusting thing he had ever done in his life, and pretend to be happy and pleased to be doing it. “Thank you, Sir. I don’t know how I would live without all your kindness.” His body wanted to throw up, but he placed his face on the foot again and began to lick, making obvious slurping sounds, and pretended to moan with pleasure and gratitude.
“I can’t see it, but you have a big, fat, hard, boner for me, don’t you?” The captain nodded and said he did. Of course, this was not a turn-on. It was just the opposite. Yet, he did have a warm fuzzy, tingly feeling around his dick. As his lick one foot, the colonel stuck his other foot under the captain to tickle his dick and helped it to become erect. But normally a straight man does not get erect from just touching. Had the colonel slipped something in his wine? He did have two glasses. But he put it out of his mind. He just wanted to get the licking over.
“Bennie, don’t forget to suck each individual toes and also to lick between my toes, get out all that delicious toe jam stuff. Suck each one really well. This is such a treat for you.” The captain hated this. He had avoided actually sucking the toes. He was only licking the tops of his feet, now he was given a direct order, though it sounded playful. It was an order, and he knew if he did not comply, the colonel would raise his left hand and Private Davis would lose a finger, or a ball. Or maybe his ears would be cut off. Unfortunately, the six watching and listening members of his squad had knowledge of the life-threatening consequences if the captain did not perform as “encouraged” by the colonel.
“Oh, Benny. I enjoy seeing you have so much fun, so much erotic fun. You love being my pet more than being a U.S. Marine. That’s what you told me yesterday, and now I believe you. I’ll bet your dick is growing even bigger and harder. This is such a turn on to you. Isn’t it, my big doggie? And to think you used to be Captain Benjamin Marshall the third. Now you just want to be Benny the turd.” The colonel paused to make a judgment as to how far he could push this captain. The Viagra, or whatever it was, he slipped him in his wine should be working full force by now. The captain played along wondering when this sick game would be over and he could approach Private Davis and check on the condition of his health. He gave a stupid, slow nod as he continued to lick between each of the colonel’s toes.
The colonel used his toes to grab and tease the captain’s dick some more, and he felt it was now really firm. “I know what you want to do right now. You want show me your dick, don’t you? Go ahead, let me see your beautiful… how you say… ‘Grade-A meat’ stand proud.” The captain simply said, “Sir?” to ask what he was supposed to do.
“Go ahead, lean back and show it to me.” Actually, the colonel wanted the captain’s men to see his hard dick, the men behind the one-way glass that the captain did not know about. The captain hesitated. Then looked up and back seeing the two men next to Davis, still holding those vile-looking, curved metal “tools” seemingly ready to use them at the colonel’s simple hand signal. “Don’t be shy.” The captain leaned back and thrust his hip forward, then looked down at his dick and was surprised to see it big, fat and hard. He did feel warm all over and his dick tingling, but he did not know why.
“Remember what I taught you yesterday?” The captain cocked his head to one side, like a dog. “You know? Whenever you get a juicy boner like that, you have to ask me for permission to play with it. Remember?”
“Sir, thank you for letting me get a big boner and showing it to you. I hope you are pleased to see it, Sir. May I play with it now? Please?”
Re-Training the Enemy
Part 5 of 5
“Serving me always gives you a great big doggy boner. I love that. Yes, go ahead and pump it and use that drippy precum to rub all over your dick.” As soon as the captain actually started pumping his dick, he was temporarily lost in his own erotic feelings. “And yes, as you asked yesterday, I will help you become a North Korean citizen. That is what you want, is it not?” The Captain was not listening; he was pumping himself on the way to climax. “Isn’t that correct?” The captain just nodded yes and then yelled, “Yes Sir!” But “yes” to want he was not sure.
“I am so glad you finally found true happiness. However, you know my rule of no climaxing without my permission, so you must let go of your big bone, Benny.” The captain was so embarrassed he had a huge erection and had no idea his wine contained some erection-causing drug. But he did not want to stop pumping his dick. “Stop!” shouted the colonel, and he finally did let go, feeling angry, helpless, and humiliated, as his big bone stuck out from his body like a military sword. Now lick that American dick slop off your fingers; ….. that’s a good doggy.”
“I see you are frustrated. OK, I’ll let you hump my leg like a bitch dog in heat. Come up on your knees and put your head on my lap and wiggle your hips like a good doggie in heat. Rub your dick nice and hard on Master’s leg. Hump away.” That is exactly what the captain did. He rubbed his stiff dripping boner against the colonel's pant leg. The colonel knew he would not climax like that, there was just not enough friction to trigger his dick blasting off.
The captain’s only saving grace is that he could deny that any of this actually happened. None of his men would know about this; so he thought. But, of course, six of his men were watching and hearing everything from behind the one-way glass. They wanted to scream, but they were all heavily gagged with mouths stuffed with the dirty underwear of the Korean soldiers, covered by duct tape. With the captain’s head laying sideways on the colonel’s lap as he humped the colonel’s leg and sobbed, the colonel petted his new doggie’s head in a display of mocked comforting. “My sweet, big, puppy, you are so ready to burst into tears, because you are so happy. You love me so much. You love how I treat you. You love the dog collar I just gave you, and now, I reward you by letting you hump my leg. What tears of joy you have.” The captain was so broken down. He wanted nothing for himself, only to save the lives of the men he was responsible for. The men he swore to protect, the men he’d give his last breath for. But he never thought he’d have to subject himself to so much ridicule and humiliation and have no ability to stop it. The captain was starting to cry out loud, he was so sick and ashamed to do such disgusting things.
“You honor me with your tears of pleasure.” The captain, for whatever reason, just nodded his head. His hips were still thrusting his dick against the colonel’s pants. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out all the degrading and humiliating things that were happening to him and that he was compelled to participate in. After seeing Davis, all bloody and immobile in the Frankenstein-era chair, he only imagined the worst. He needed to do whatever it took to please this lunatic colonel.
The colonel continued to pet the collared, naked captain on the head as it rested sideways on the colonel’s lap. The captain was actually fully facing the row of one-way windows he still thought were only mirrors. He saw himself in the mirrors and was horrified and closed his eyes again. He was not aware that the colonel’s fly was open and the colonel’s dick was sticking out through his zipper and now lying against the top of his head. He probably thought it was the colonel’s hand petting him.
To his men, who were watching him through the one-way glass, it looked like their captain was fully, willingly participating in the erotic and kinky scene that was unfolding. With all their might the six men were trying to yell and curse at him through their gags with utter hatred for their own mission leader.
The colonel’s dick was also growing as he rubbed it on the captain’s head. Unlike the Asian stereotype, the colonel’s dick was long and narrow and becoming stiffer as the colonel calmly petted his captive captain puppy as his own dick was tickled to erection in the captain’s hair.
“Shhhh. Just relax and hump away. You are my doggie slave now.” As the colonel gently rubbed the captain’s hair with his dick, his other hand slowly reached down and lightly stroked the captain’s dick, as it was humping his leg. The captain moaned softly, and his body shuttered. He really had no idea as to why he had such a huge erection. His body felt warm and a little light-headed, but he had no clue what was in the wine he was given. But he no longer cared about how or why he got an erection. It did feel good. If he was not allowed to pump his own dick, at least the colonel was rubbing it for him. He tried to fuck that hand hard to blast off, but the colonel would simply open his hand a little and remove the precious friction the captain sought.
“Your beautiful, manly dick is leaking all over my uniform, but that is OK. My, my, it looks bigger than yesterday? Your job is to always keep a big, leaky boner for me to see, and for you not to touch.” The colonel taunted his captive.
The captain repeated in his mind, “Yesterday?” There was no yesterday. But then again, no one is talking truth here. He moaned and sobbed, but just a little. He was getting into the game of all-pretend, but he still refused to open his eyes. That would only confirm images he did not want to be confirmed. He played out his role and felt sensations blindly.
The colonel scooted his butt forward toward the edge of his chair and slightly lifted the captain’s head to resettle it bit higher on his lap. Now the top of his head was at the colonel’s belt. In the same continuous motion, the colonel also moved his dick from the top of the captain’s head to nestle it lightly against his forehead and running down the length of his nose. Since the captain absolutely refused to open his eyes, he probably assumed that it was either the colonel’s forearm, or his billowing pant material that was touching his face.
The six men saw everything and, of course, misinterpreted everything. They were so furious at their traitorous captain. In the span of a few hours, these six American captives found out, so they thought, that their captain was gay, that he was into humiliation and being treated like a fucking slave dog, that he had become a friend and sex partner of this North Korean officer, and that he did not care about his men or his country. He was, indeed, a traitor. Even though the men could not communicate with each other, due to their being tightly bound and thoroughly gagged, the angry reactions of each man seemed to reflect that they all felt betrayed. The man they previously knew as an American hero, a highly decorated warrior, and the most honorable Marine captain they ever served under, was no more.
The colonel was pleased at the captain’s puppet-like responses. It was due to a combination of two factors: One, the fact that if he did not obey and pretend to happily do humiliating things, his squad, and in particular Private Davis, who he saw was being tortured, would likely be killed. Two, there must have been something in those two glasses of wine he was given that fucked him up and gave him overpowering erotic sensations.
The Korean soldiers had everything so rehearsed. They started with terrifying Private Davis out of his mind with threats of brutal torture, unless he agreed to go through a pretend torture scene in front of Captain Marshall. Davis agreed to work with Private Kim to learn how to act and scream, as if he were in extreme pain. He would be thoroughly strapped in a medieval torture chair and splattered with pig’s blood. That, along with the pretend painful screams for help, went a long way to move the manly and brave Captain Benjamin Marshall III to do whatever the colonel wanted him to do. His main concern was to save his men. Whatever drug he was given in the wine reduced his ability to think things through as well as made him horny.
So, there was Captain Marshall, stripped naked, wearing a black leather dog collar, kneeling at the feet of the colonel, with his body bent over and his head on the colonel’s lap, being petted as a great big puppy dog. Due to his sense of extreme embarrassment, the captain continually kept his eyes tightly closed. If he opened his eyes, he’d be staring into large mirrors, and he did not want to see himself like that. He preferred to keep the possibility that it was all a bad dream, which would be over soon.
He still did not know that behind the mirrors, which were really one-way glass windows, were his six men who saw everything, and, with the aid of an interior speaker system, heard everything. More accurately, they saw and heard only what the Koreans soldiers wanted those six men to see.
Because his eyes were closed, the captain did not realize the colonel’s dick, was now nestled against the front of his face. The colonel was reaching down with his left hand to tease lightly the captain’s hard, leaking dick. With his right hand, he slipped two fingers into the captain’s moaning mouth. He did it gently, and moved his fingers slowly inside, playfully inside that wet, sexy mouth and petting that big puppy tongue. The colonel’s dick was now under the palm of his left hand. So, as he moved his fingers all around the inside the captain’s mouth, which served as a distraction, he maneuvered his own stiff dick to point to the now open mouth of his slave captain. The colonel’s continual tickling of the captain’s dick as a needed erotic distraction.
It was easy for the colonel to ease his fingers out at the same time he bent and then eased his dick inside that slave mouth. Just as the captain’s tongue teased the fleshy fingers, it now teased that fleshy dick. The captain’s focus, total attention, was on the erotic torture teasing of his own uncontrollable, dancing dick. The colonel bent to the ear of his slave, “Such a good slave doggie. I enjoy your dick so much.” The captain tried to say, “Please let me cum,” but all that came out of his dick-stuffed mouth was, “Pa… pa… plez?”
“Please? Please let you cum? Is that the favor you want of me?” With his mouth now full of the colonel’s hard dick, the captain could only nod and moan. Well, suck on your master’s dick, and I will let you climax.” There was nothing more to say. The captain just started sucking on what was in his mouth. Maybe he realized it was a dick, or maybe he couldn’t focus enough to care. He was lost in his own titillating, bobbing dick sensations. The colonel let him suck and lick his hard, long dick. “Easy, my slave. If you want me to let you climax, suck me easier and be gentle with your master’s power tool.”
The captain, still with his eyes closed, slowed down, and obeyed. “Good boy, good pup. You like sucking your master?” He nodded, not letting go of the dick in his mouth. “Now keep sucking your master’s dick, like a good former Marine captain.” Did the captain hear the word dick? Was he that fucked up? Did he really think it was all just a bad dream? Is that why he kept his eyes closed? He never reacted to the word, just kept sucking like he was told. “Use your tongue more. Move it all around my dick and massage Master’s dick with your wet, sloppy, doggie tongue.” Again, he did as told.
The colonel now applied just the slightest increase in friction on his slave’s dick. The captain’s body shook. Then he added a couple more fingers to his slave’s bobbing, American meat and stroked the underside, the full length from the piss slit all the way down to his huge, tightening balls. Up and down, fully along the underside of that precum spewing dick. The captain’s body, from the knees to the top of his head, was jerking in rhythm to his own convulsing dick. The colonel knew he would not be able to hold back any more. “Now lift your head up and engulf my dick fully, then pull up and come down on it again and again, repeatedly.
With a nod to his guards, they stepped to the row of the four large one-way windows and flipped latches on each and quickly removed them, exposing the six other American soldiers still tied and gagged. But now the captain could see them if he would just open his eyes.
“Slave Dog, nod if you are ready to cum like a good slave, to please your master.” The captain nodded his head fiercely as he continued to face fuck himself on the ever tensing dick. “As soon as you feel my load gush down your throat, you will open your eyes and I will pump your fat meat to climax. If you want to climax, you must open your eyes at the exact moment. Understand?” The captain nodded feverishly. I want you to see yourself in my mirrors as the hungry cock-sucking slave you want to be.” Of course, the colonel really wanted the captain to see his own men, face-to-face as he deep throated his enemy, swallowing loads of his cum. As he men saw him do it, and saw him shoot loads of his own pent up man juice.
And just as the colonel said that, the colonel made his final thrust into the captain’s throat as he pumped two long and firm strokes the captain’s angry, bloated dick. Both men started to climax. The captain’s eyes flew open as ordered, and he saw his men staring at him. He could not control swallowing the full spurts of goo forced down his throat, and it was too late to refrain from his long awaited climax. He shot what seemed like a gallon of his own cum all over the colonel’s pants, bare feet and floor. The shock of seeing the six members of his squad for the first time in three days was shocking, under these circumstances. His body uncontrollably jerked and shuck as he empties his balls. His face turned bright red with embarrassment when he realized his men were watching him all along, preforming for the enemy colonel as his collared, naked, toe-sucking slave dog.
Now everyone could hear the six Marines force their muffled screams through their gags. It sounded like a bunch of muffled “Fuck you” and “You sick son of a bitch” and “You fucking freak” and the worst that seemed discernible was, “You fucking traitor.”
The colonel’s dick slipped out of the captain’s mouth, as the captain slid off the colonel’s lap and his body collapsed in exhaustion and humiliating horror on the floor. He curled his entire body in a ball at the colonel’s bare feet. As the colonel stood, he proudly and dramatically shoved his dick in his pants and zipped it up. He now addressed the six Americans as their former captain shuddered and cried, burying his face in his hands.
“Gentlemen,” he spoke to the still bound and gagged Marines, “The government of North Korea does find you all guilty of espionage, and you have been declared spies. However, I will release you. Go back home. The Red Cross will be here tomorrow to take charge of you six men. You will be unbound and ungagged soon. From here, you will go to have fresh showers, your uniforms will be cleaned and given back to you, and you will then be escorted to the mess hall and have an enjoyable dinner. I hope you will report our kind treatment of you to the Red Cross.” The men were mumbling “Davis, Davis, Davis” through there gags. “Oh yes, Private Jim Davis.” The colonel spoke in Korean Private Kim, who left and quickly returned with Private Davis at his side, all fresh, and in only boxer underwear, made from cheap, nearly see-through white material. He was, of course, completely uninjured. He must have been released from the supposed “torture chair” some time ago and got cleaned up. Odd though, Davis was clearly sporting an erection, because his dick was tenting the thin white fabric.
“Ah, Private Davis… how you say… in the flesh. I am releasing these six American spy comrades to the Red Cross tomorrow, and they will go home. Would you like to join them? You are free to do so since you have successfully negotiated their release. You are a true hero, especially to these American marines.” The colonel wanted to boost Davis’ image with his fellow marines, so they would respect him. Of course, it was not true, but the colonel wanted Davis to go home proudly, if he chose to go home. Davis was hesitating. “Or,” the colonel continued, “If you choose, you may remain in North Korea do as you like, without harm.” The colonel did not want to spell it out or embarrass him out in front of his fellow marines. But the colonel got want he wanted, Captain Marshall as his slave. So Davis was now free to make his own decision, which could include a special life with Private Kim. The colonel would all them to cohabitate somewhere off the compound.
“I… I… would like to remain here, in your country. I do respect my squad members and wish them well. But without explaining myself, I chose to stay here, at least for the time being.” Private Davis said sheepishly.
The colonel spoke in Korean to all his soldiers, and they all laughed aloud. To translate, he told his men, jokingly, that he hoped Private Kim would allow Davis to finally climax soon before he explodes in his underwear. Davis did not understand Korean, so he just smiled kindly.
“As for your former precious Captain Benjamin Marshall number 3,” the colonel paused. “He cannot go home. In fact, he himself told me he wanted to give up his citizenship and stay here. “ He paused and looked at the balled up former American hero huddled on the floor in a pool of his own cum, for a response. “Captain, if you want to go home with your men, raise your hand.” The captain burst into tears, and did not raise his hand. “So be it. North Korea has just acquired one brave man, private Davis, and one deserter, Captain Marshall. So be it.”
“You can tell your government that it is unwise to ever sneak into my country again. Captain Marshall found it impossible to be successful. This illegal mission made him a disgrace to himself, his men and to his country. Actually, it did work out quite well for the captain personally. He discovered that he’s rather be my boot-licking slave dog, then to be an American hero. So be it. Since your country will only imprison him, I will accept this pile of garbage and mold him is to a useful “service” animal.”
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