Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:02:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott M. <dirtyboypdx@yahoo.com>
Subject: Centurion City, Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of hot
and sweaty sex between males. I've got to officially warn you
not to read it if it's illegal in your locality to do so, or if
you are under the legal age to do so in your location.


Author's Note: This the second chapter of my story, Centurion
city. For some background information as to the setting of
this story, please read at least the intro in Chapter 1. I
think you'll find this installment has a little less
description and a lot more action in it, however.


Centurion City

Chapter 2

     I was left there alone on the bed for about half an
hour.  My  hands were still tied above me, tied together  in
enough  knots that I couldn't struggle free if I wanted  to.
My  legs were no longer bound, so I could kick my legs if  I
wanted  to, but moving them just made my raped raw ass  hurt
and  I knew that it would get me nowhere. So instead I  just
stared up at the grey ceiling and wondered how much more  of
this I'd have to endure before I was freed.

     Eventually, three more men who I could only assume were
soldiers came in and it was enough to make me grimace.  They
were  all  completely  naked and had half-hard  thick  white
cocks,  which stood out from the rest of their  bodies  like
lethal  weapons. With shaved heads, white skin, and  quarter
sized  pink  nipples, they were all pretty similar  looking,
although one of them had a coating of light-brown chest hair
which made him distinctive from the other two. He approached
the  bed  first, with the other two sticking behind,  and  I
watched his long white fuckstick with a glistening pink head
swing back and forth as he walked.

     "Looks like we got ourselves a fucking whore," he spoke
to the others while looking directly at me.  "Why else would
a bottom boy like this one be all tied up and naked? I think
he needs some attention."

     One of the smooth-chested men walked around to the foot
of  the  bed  where  my  legs were and  spread  them  apart,
probing.  "Yea, his pink hole is wet too. I think  it  wants
some  more  cock." I lay there passively as  he  started  to
roughly  shove  some of his dirty soldier fingers  into  me,
pushing  my  skin  apart and making me remember  the  brutal
fucking  I'd suffered earlier. I lay there passively  as  he
pushed  into me, gritting my teeth and not wanting to betray
weakness.

      Their leader approached my face and he swung his  cock
onto it, slapping me with a piece of meat that had to be  at
least 9 inches and wasn't even fully hard. It was thick  and
cut,  with an angry pink head that looked as big as a peach.
In  any  other circumstance I'd be drooling - as it  was,  I
kept  my  lips tightly locked. He stood there for a  second,
just  running  his thick penis across my face,  watching  me
follow  it  with  my eyes. Knowing there wasn't  anything  I
could do about it.

      "Well, I think we should give him what he wants, don't
you?"  said the leader, staring down at me with  a  look  of
contempt, his face in a scowl.  "After all, it's our duty as
soldiers  and  Givers  to keep the  bottoms  of  our  nation
satisfied." With that he grabbed my mouth and forced my lips
open.  He leaned down to kiss me, although it turned out  to
not  be  so  much a kiss as him spitting in my  mouth,  then
forcing  his tongue inside. It was a sign of ownership,  and
his  wet  tongue  probed the inside  of  my  mouth  roughly,
letting me know who was boss.

      The  other smooth-skinned soldier, the one who  wasn't
otherwise preoccupied in finger-raping me with dirt and  oil
covered digits, spoke next. He grabbed my cock roughly as he
did so, and I could feel his callused skin rub up against it
like  sandpaper. I wasn't sure if he was trying to  jerk  it
off  or  rip it off. "Yea, if his dick speaks for  anything,
this  boy really wants to get fucked. He's probably  getting
off  just  looking at our nude soldier bodies.  Bottom  boys
just can't resist drooling over our dicks, can ya boy?"

     I stared at him coldly. My natural distaste for the
soldiers flared up and I responded, "There isn't much for me
to drool over. I've seen bigger cocks than yours on the
slave  boys  from  Ashkatcha." This  was  a  serious  insult
Ashkatchan men, captured from far away battles and  sold  on
the  market  as Receiver slaves, typically had penises  that
stood no more than 4" erect.

     The soldier's expression turned into a frown and he
moved  his hand down from the rough stroking of my  dick  to
grasp  my balls. He got a mean expression on his face as  he
twisted  roughly, making me cry out. I was hoping  he  would
stop,  but he just held my balls there, twisted, and started
to  pull  on them until I thought he was going to  rip  them
off.

     The lead soldier, with the light-brown chest hair,
reached  down  and slapped me. Twice. His hand  whipping  my
face  one  way, then the other. "You know, I don't think  my
buddy  here  -  his name's Grigoriy by the way,  you  should
learn  that - I don't think he liked that too much. I  don't
think  I  liked it too much either. You need to  learn  some
respect,  boy. Question is, how we gonna teach you  to  show
some?"

     I looked up at him, saying nothing. It's rather hard to
speak  when  you're trying not to scream  from  having  your
ballsac twisted completely around and pulled and gripped  in
a  solid  vice by a hand that shows no intention of  letting
go. It was the third solider, who was otherwise busy shoving
a third finger into my spasming asshole, who responded.

     "Well, the problem is that the boy's got a dirty mouth.
He  doesn't know how to keep it shut like a good bottom boy.
He  doesn't fight back much physically - he's weaker than us
- but that mouth poses a problem. It's filthy. Way I see it,
we  just need to clean that mouth out," he said, as he poked
his fingers in deeper.

     "That sounds like a plan, Nikolai," said the leader, as
he  took the liberty of shoving a couple of fingers into  my
mouth.  I thought about biting them, but I could still  feel
the  sting  from the slaps I'd just received and  I  figured
that  would  be pushing things too far. "But how  do  we  go
about cleaning such a dirty mouth?"

     "It's simple really," Nikolai said, yanking his three
fingers  out of my hole in one swift motion. "When I  was  a
boy, before I came here, I sometimes said naughty things  to
my mother. My mother - she was a large woman, you know would
get very angry with me and wash my mouth out with soap. When
all I could taste was soap I would realize how filthy I was.
Now,  if we want to make this boy realize he's been naughty,
we  just  wash  his mouth out with something of  ours.  Like
piss," he looked at me as he said this, emphasizing the last
couple  words.  If  he was looking for surprise,  he  wasn't
getting any from me. I'd been doused with the golden  liquid
many times before.

     The leader pretended to look thoughtful for a moment,
tweaking and twisting my nipples as he did so. They  already
felt  a  little sore - had the previous soldier bitten  them
while  he  raped me earlier? I couldn't remember.  Too  much
pleasure and pain going on to focus on anything else.

     "Well, it can't hurt to try it. If our soldier spit and
cum  can't straighten him out, maybe gulping down  our  piss
will.  We  don't want to stain this bed though - let's  take
him to the shower room," he said.

      With  that  the leader and the ball-twisting  soldier,
Grigoriy, went around to opposite sides of the bed and  each
of  them took a hand to start untying from the bedpost.  The
rope they had used to tie me up was rough and thick, and  it
burned  as  they pulled it from my skin. Meanwhile,  Nikolai
had  grabbed my legs and was holding them as though  he  was
planning  on carrying me that way - what were they going  to
do, just hoist me up in the middle? Didn't seem to be a very
efficient  way to carry someone, but I probably wouldn't  be
able to struggle much.

    But I didn't have much of a chance to think about the
logistics of it before I found myself ripped from  the  bed,
grabbed  by  the arms by Grigoriy and the leader,  and  with
Nikolai  holding my legs. My body hovered in the  middle  of
them,  and  although  I  figured I could  actually  make  it
difficult by twisting around, they would have probably  just
smacked  me  and picked me back up again. So I just  let  my
naked  body  lay  limply between them as the soldiers,  hard
cocks leading the way, carried me out of the room.

      Nikolai pushed open what looked to be a heavy metal
door  and  we  entered  a hallway.   It  was  slightly  more
pleasant than the concrete fuckroom I woke up in, but  still
maintained  a  simple,  utilitarian  look.  Dim  fluorescent
lights  flanked  the ceiling, and the walls were  painted  a
dingy off-white. Identical doors flanked us on each side  as
I  was  carried past - doors to other fuck-rooms, maybe,  or
possibly  rooms for the soldiers in the military complex.  I
could only speculate, as the sole identifier of location was
room numbers.50, 52, 54, I read as we buzzed past.

      My  body  was twisted around as my captors  rounded  a
corner and we veered off into a side hallway. They continued
down  this for only a few paces before we crashed through  a
set  of  large  double  doors, Nikolai  going  through  them
backwards  as  he held my feet and legs, letting  his  solid
body  force them open. As I looked around, I could see  that
this was "the shower room". The floor was done in small blue
tiles,  typical of any in the shower room of a regular  gym,
and multiple shower heads and faucets poked out of the walls
on  either  side, all arranged neatly in rows. I didn't  see
mold or signs of decay anywhere, so I assumed that this  was
the  room  the  soldiers  used. But  other  than  the  three
soldiers currently engaged in molesting me, no one else  was
present.

      Suddenly,  the  soldiers swung my legs  and  arms  and
tossed  me  sideways onto the floor. My body hit the  ground
with a harsh `thud' as it traveled the few feet to the tiled
surface, and I yelled out as I felt a jolt of pain shoot  up
from  my  asscheeks to my lower back. "Ouch!  Fuckin'  watch
it!"

      The  soldiers had a laugh and the leader,  cock  still
standing tall and proud, walked over to stand above me, legs
flanking  me  on either side. He looked like  some  kind  of
barbarian  giant  from  this  angle,  his  massive  ballsack
dangling a few feet above my face, his muscular pecs jutting
out  from his chest, covered in a forest of hair. "Hey,  you
talk  like trash, boy, you better expect to get treat  liked
trash."  And  once again he spat at me, only this  time  his
spit  traveled down six feet before splattering on  my  face
and lips.

     I looked up at him coldly. "The only trash in Centurion
City are those who work for General Varori. I fight for what
I  believe in." This came a bit hard to say when I was lying
on  my  back,  my skin pressed against cold tile,  whilst  a
handsome  sadistic stud towered over me,  but  you  couldn't
lead a revolution without some bravado.

     It was then that Grigoriy, who had been quiet for quite
awhile,  pounced on me, launching himself to the ground  and
covering  my  naked body with his. I tilted  my  head  back,
expecting a punch, but none came. Instead, he just drew  his
head close to mine and spoke.

     "Receivers don't fight. They get fucked. It's us
soldiers who do the fighting. If you were really fighting
us, if you were like our enemies outside the city who want
us dead, we would kill you sooner than you could speak. But
you, you aren't a traitor. You're just a slutty disobedient
boy who needs some discipline. So shut up and take it."

     I looked at Grigoriy's face as he said
this, really looked at him for the first time,
and realized he was beautiful. His face
contained piercing blue eyes, smooth white skin,
and pink lips that curled up into a perfect
snarl. The slightest hint of brown stubble was
poking out of his jaw, giving him a special
ruggedness. And like the others, his body was
large and muscular. Even his neck bulged with
muscles, and I was almost tempted to lift my
head up and kiss him right there even though I
knew that he was the enemy, and that, after all,
he was participating in an exercise meant to
rape and humiliate me.

      Grigoriy pulled himself up onto his  knees
as  the  leader moved back a bit to stand behind
him.  In  this  position,  Grigoriy's  cock  was
hanging  just above my face. I noticed  that  it
had  gone  semi-soft - it was no longer sticking
straight  out as it had been before  -  but  his
veiny dick still had some thickness. Suddenly, a
stream  of  golden yellow piss shot out  of  his
dickhead,  hitting me directly on the mouth  and
drenching my face. Reflexively, I shut my mouth,
but  not  before I got a taste  of  his  piss  -
strong  and bitter, yet strangely tangy  at  the
same  time. Then the pissing stopped,  and  this
surprised me because it had only been  going  on
for  a few seconds. I opened one eye cautiously,
only to see.a foot being stamped down towards my
face and forcing it sideways.

      With my head forced down against the tile,
I  could only see to the side, a sight which was
currently occupied by Nikolai jerking  his  dick
and  sneering  at  me. So  I  couldn't  see  the
leader's expression as he loomed above me. "Once
again, you're being defiant, boy. We can't  wash
your mouth out if you don't fuckin' open it. And
a  bottom boy like you should know to swallow  a
man's  piss  when  you're  offered  it.  So  I'd
recommend you cooperate, because I can think  of
far  worse things I could be doing to you  right
now." With that he lifted his callused foot from
my  cheek, where I'm sure it probably left a red
mark  from  the pressure he'd applied.  Grigoriy
resumed his position with his cock just above my
face, and I obediently opened my mouth.

      Once  again, piss spurted out of his dick,
only  this  time  it was a more powerful  stream
that blasted my tongue with its flavor. I barely
had time to swallow it all, it was coming out so
fast,  and  some of it gurgled in my  mouth  and
swished  between my teeth before I had a  chance
to  gulp it down. I hated this - swallowing  the
piss  of the authorities, being subdued - but  I
could  just  barely tolerate it, as  long  as  I
pretended  it  was just really strong  beer.  Of
course,  beer  was  never  this  warm,  and   it
generally came out of a tap instead of a flaring
cockhead  held a few inches above my face.  Yea,
it  was definitely soldier piss. When Grigoriy's
stream stopped, I brought my head up and wrapped
my  lips around his dickhead, catching the  last
few  drops of piss. His crotch smelled nice  and
musky, and I had to admit it was turning  me  on
alittle.

      "Good  boy," Grigoriy said, a grin forming
on his face. "Maybe you're finally learning some
respect,  huh?" As he said this,  he  shoved  my
head  off  his cock and it once again  ended  up
flat on the floor, facing upwards. I barely  had
time  to  process what had just happened  before
Nikolai  came into view, stepping  over  me  and
placing  one leg on either side of my body.  His
dick  was  still hard, and he was still  jerking
it.   He  stood  over  me  for  a  minute,  just
sneering.

      The  leader of the group spoke again  from
somewhere  off to the side. "What's  the  matter
Nikolai? Too hard to piss? I think our boy  here
still  needs  his mouth washed out some  more  -
what are you waiting for?"

     Nikolai let out something like a snarl from
six  feet  above  me  and I just  lay  back  and
watched, fascinated, as his meaty hand continued
to  jerk his thick dick off above my face.  When
Nikolai  spoke,  it was a voice  that  suggested
stupidity and raw masculinity all tied together.
"I want to, boss, it's just that this slut's got
me  so  hot  and horny I can't get my dick  soft
enough to let out my piss."

     The leader came up next to him and wrapped
his hairy arm around Nikolai's shoulder, a sign
of brotherhood and masculinity. I'd guess they'd
been fucking bottom boys together for quite a
long time. "Well Nikolai, why don't you deal
with this rebel whore's ass then? I think I can
give him some more soldier piss to drink, but
that might not be enough to make him obedient
again. I think he needs some of our cum up his
ass as well - getting bred always puts a boy in
his place." The leader looked over to Grigoriy
then sadistic, blue-eyed Grigoriy - who was
currently just standing to the side looking like
a pit bull puppy  whose just been told he's not
allowed to chase cats anymore. "And you - you
can fuck him when Nikolai's done. We'll all fuck
him. For now, just do whatever you want to with
the rest of this boy's body."

      With that command, Nikolai moved back down
my body and got on his knees in front of where I
lay,  and  lifted my legs up onto his  powerful,
muscular  shoulders.  Nikolai  wasn't  quite  as
handsome  as  Grigoriy, his face  not  quite  as
smooth and perfect, but he was solid. Rough.  He
brought  his hands down and used his fingers  to
expose  my pink, recently-fucked hole  and  then
leaned over to spit into it. He hawked into  it,
really,  a big wad of spit flying down  to  land
directly  into it. Then he used his  fingers  to
spread it around and slowly brought one into me,
fingering me like he had been earlier.  After  a
few  seconds he brought his head down and I felt
his   rough  tongue  scraping  against  my  ass,
forcing his way in. He was actually being gentle
compared to the last soldier who fucked me  here
at Base Camp 4.

      Meanwhile,  the leader was  now  squatting
over  my face in the same position that Grigoriy
had  been  in  earlier, using his limp  dick  to
playfully swat my face. "You ready for some more
piss,  boy?  Think  you can drink  it  down?"  I
decided  to play it tough some more.  I  had  to
keep some dignity. "Sir, with all due respect, I
can  drink piss like you drink water. And  fuck,
soldier  piss practically is water.  So  fucking
let  it out - you think this is punishment,  but
I'm  kinda  thirsty." With that I stuck  out  my
tongue, letting his cock land squarely on top of
it.  It  tasted pretty raw and musky - wet  with
the sweat that a cock accumulates after a day of
exercise drills without a shower afterwards.
I expected him to say something in response, or
maybe slap me for being insubordinate, but
instead he just paused for a second, looking
down on me with an arrogant smile. Then a wave
of some of the raunchiest, strongest-tasting
piss I've ever drank burst out of his cockhead,
landing directly onto the taste buds of my
tongue and flowing into my throat from there. If
I hadn't swallowed I would have choked. It was
salty and bitter, and the smell invaded my
nostrils as well. He kept pissing for at least a
minute, with all of it flowing into my mouth,
down my throat and into my stomach. When he was
done he rubbed his cockhead against my lips a
couple times and then forced his limp dick
inside my mouth.

     "Now you suck it some, like a good little
whore. You need to have cock in you at both
ends," he said, bringing his hips forward and
putting his hands down on either side of my
head. I obliged - I didn't really have a choice
- and felt his cock slowly harden as I closed my
mouth around it and ran my tongue up and down
its length. My mouth still tasted bitter from
his piss, and now it was being completely filled
up by his hardening 9-inch cock.

     Just as this was happening, Grigoriy leaned
down  behind  the  leader - I couldn't  see  him
directly - and patted my stomach roughly.  "Feel
that  piss  inside there, boy? Yea,  you  got  a
gallon  of piss from two different guys sloshing
around  in  your belly - you're a  dirty,  dirty
little  guy.  But you're right  where  a  bottom
should  be  - on the floor, taking cock.  You're
fucking beautiful that way." With that, Grigoriy
reached  up  just behind where  the  leader  was
squatting  and  took one of my nipples  in  each
hand,  twisting them hard and making  a  mix  of
pleasure and pain shoot up my chest.

      Nikolai,  on  the  other  hand,  was  just
finishing up his rimjob on my hole. I  felt  his
mouth  leave  my  now salivacoated  ass,  and  a
second  later  I felt his raging  hard  cockhead
line  up against my hole, teasing it. He pressed
forward, just enough to force the tip of it into
me,  and spoke. "You ready for this, boy?  Ready
to  feel  what  a  real man, a fucking  Varorian
soldier, feels like inside of you?"

     I couldn't speak since I was choking on the
nine  inches of cock that was filling the  other
half of me, but I mumbled a "Mmmpth!"

     And with that he shoved into me, forcing
his entire thick penis into my ass in one big
push. It should have hurt, but Nikolai had done
a good job of loosening me up, so instead of
pain I felt that nice full feeling, and my hole
felt good at every point where the walls of it
hugged his cock. This was no longer a rape -
rather, it was a willing bottom boy putting his
ass forward for a big top man to take it and use
it. Nikolai started thrusting into me, and I
pushed back and tried to remain focused on
sucking the leader's cock in my mouth as well. I
had two soldiers inside of me, and I can't say
that I minded too much, although I certainly
wouldn't have admitted that to anyone.

      "Awww.  Your  ass  is fucking  awesome.  I
haven't had a hole like this in quite awhile. We
should  just  keep you in here, fuck  you  every
day,"  Nikolai groaned as he shoved his cock  in
and  out of me. His big cut cockhead was rubbing
back  and forth against my prostate, and soon  I
was  moaning as well. The last of any  remaining
resistance  I  had  finally  wilted  away   when
Grigoriy spit into his hand and grabbed my cock,
probably  smirking well he did it, and the  next
thing I knew I was rock hard and leaking pre-cum
as  two  people that I considered to be  enemies
pummeled me.

      This went on for at least a few minutes  -
Nikolai  stretching my hole wide open  with  his
meat,  pounding his dick inside me;  the  leader
kneeling  above me with sweat pouring  down  his
hairy  chest, fucking my face with his big  hard
cock;  Grigoriy alternately jacking my dick  off
and then twisting my balls when he thought I was
too close to cumming.

     The leader was the first to lose his load.
With my saliva dripping down from my mouth,
coating my chin, he grabbed my head and made
sure there'd be no way I could pull off his
cock. He increased the pace of his thrusts and
shoved his fuckmeat deeper inside of me, so that
with each inward stroke it rammed part way down
my throat, forcing it open. Then he pulled his
dick out just enough so that the tip of it was
on my tongue, and I felt the bottom of it, just
below the head, pulsing and throbbing. I knew
what that meant. Sure enough, a second later, a
spurt of hot white cum shot past my tongue and
hit the back of my throat, causing me to swallow
reflexively. Another shot followed, and soon
enough  of it was landing directly on my  tongue
to give me a good idea of what his soldier spunk
tasted  like.  It  must  have  been  his   first
ejaculation  in awhile, because he  shot  enough
sperm  to  force me to swallow a good  three  or
four times.

      The groans the leader made as he shot  his
semen  into my mouth must have had an effect  on
Nikolai,  because  just as  I  was  on  my  last
swallow  of  cum I felt the pace of his  fucking
increase  ferociously. He begin  pulling  nearly
his  entire cock out before ramming back in,  so
that  on  each thrust the walls of my hole  were
forced to spread apart for a good nine inches of
dick. Then he shoved his tool all the way in, so
that  I  felt his hairy balls pressed up against
my ass. I could feel his cock spasming inside of
me,  and his white creamy spunk was coating  the
pink  insides of my hole.  As he shot his  load,
he  got  pretty vocal. "Oh, fuck  yea!  Take  my
fucking  soldier  cum! Yea,  you're  my  fucking
bitch now, boy."

     Despite disagreeing with everything he said
mentally, my hormones got the best of me and his
dirty   talk   turned  me  on  immensely.   With
Grigoriy's  calloused hand roughly  stroking  my
spit-covered dick, I let out a moan and  started
shooting spurt after spurt of my own cum onto my
chest.  It  was  the hardest I'd  ejaculated  in
quite  awhile, and it was all at  the  hands  of
three  enemy soldiers who I'd never have  agreed
to let touch me in the first place, had I had  a
choice  in  the matter. And this was the  second
time  a  solider rapist had made me cum  in  the
past two hours.

      The leader moved out of the way of my face
to sit down next to me, leaving Grigoriy free to
scoop  my  own  cum off my chest, collecting  it
with  his fingers. Smiling, he brought  his  big
hands  up  to my mouth and I licked  them  in  a
daze, swallowing my own cum, letting him feed it
to me.

      Nikolai pulled his rapidly-softening  dick
out  of my ravaged ass and slumped down next  to
me,  on the opposite side from the leader.  They
were  no  longer aggressive, because  they  knew
they'd  already conquered me; the  two  of  them
just  sandwiched me between them.  The  message,
although  subtle, was clear: I was  still  their
captive.

     But Grigoriy wasn't done with me yet. As he
leaned on top of me to kiss my cum-coated mouth,
I  felt his cock press into my thigh, and it was
hard and throbbing. He darted his tongue in  and
out  of  my  mouth for a few seconds,  and  then
pulled  his  face away, leaving it  just  a  few
inches  from  mine. He spoke.   "Scotty  -  when
you're down on the ground and covered in  cum  -
the   way   you  should  be  -  you're   fucking
beautiful.  Possibly the most  beautiful  bottom
boy we've got here at Base Camp 4. And I'm going
to  show  you just how good being a  bottom  can
be."  Then  he  kissed me again,  enveloping  my
mouth before I could reply.

     A full minute later he brought his head up
and gave a nod to the leader. "Permission to
fuck the captive, sir?" The leader gave him
possibly the dirtiest fucking grin ever and rose
to his feet, gesturing for Nikolai to do the
same. "Permission granted. Nikolai and I have
some other business to attend to, but you - I
believe it would be effective for you to spend
the rest of the night with this one. I know your
techniques work quite well for helping boys
realize their place. Let me know tomorrow how
things go."

      "Will  do,  sir.  Have  a  good  evening,"
Grigoriy  said, saluting. With that, the  leader
and  Nikolai walked out of the shower room  we'd
been  fucking in, and Grigoriy and I  were  left
alone. It took him less than five seconds to pop
his angry, flaring dickhead into my ass, and  he
leaned  over  and  smiled. "I bet  that  ass  is
sensitive now, huh boy? I'm going to fuck you so
long  and hard and make you feel so good  you'll
never say no to a soldier again."

      He  shoved more of his cock into me and  I
gulped  before an involuntary moan escaped  from
my lips. It was going to be a long night.

To be continued...

In Chapter 3: Wondering what happened to my buddy
Falcon from Chapter 1? What's he been doing this
entire time I've been having my ass raped inside
the military base? And, being the angry top guy
rebel that he is, how does he vent all of that
anger? To find out who Falcon fucks and whether
or not I get freed from soldier domination, read
on next time!

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