Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2016 10:05:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Victor Herrmann <doublehelix2632@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rogue Squad Mission Four

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Rogue Squad - Mission Three
by Doublehelix26

Ryan, 28, explosives specialist, white, lean build, 6' tall, blond
short-cropped hair.
Johnson, 27, firearms expert, black, heavy but lean build, 6'3", buzz cut.
Peters, 28, recon leader, white, muscly, 6'2", buzz cut blond.
Ramirez, 29, intel lead, Latino, lean and firm build, 5'7", buzz cut.

Recap:

They were four US soldiers, part of an elite squad sent into difficult
territories to gather intel, retrieve US assets, extract hostages and take
out enemy targets. They were sent to remote places where the rule of any
semblance of law and order had one been washed away by years of war and
terror. This team went in when all other options had been exhausted, when
no regular army would want to be caught dead anywhere near those
terrains. Rules are for civilised people. This team didn't operate in
civilisation. Often well behind enemy lines, their mission was all that
mattered. How they accomplished it, wouldn't be questioned. And so, as long
as they delivered results - and they always did - no-one cared what they
got up to along the way.

Ryan, Johnson, Peters and Ramirez and been working together for over two
years. Early on, they'd kept up the pretence that they were good soldiers
with values and and morals. But, soon enough, they'd recognised in each
other a desire to have a little fun out there in the field. Armed to the
teeth and trained in the latest techniques of recon and close-range combat,
no-one could mess with them easily. And so, a bit of looting here, a bit of
coercive questioning (aka. torture) there, no-one would ever hold them
accountable. Lines blur quickly when you're out in hell trying to get work
done. And crossing blurred lines is easy.

Now, they weren't necessarily into the same sort of stuff. Ramirez had made
it clear from the start that he wasn't into torturing people. He also
insisted he was straight. Ryan was basically the exact opposite. He had a
knack for 'convincing' people to give up information (and sometimes the
will to live). And he was most definitely not straight. Johnson and Peters
were fairly flexible when it came to having a bit of fun with helpless
victims of all sorts.

Mission Four:

Eastern Ukraine. May. No-one's idea of fun. The squad didn't enjoy being
dropped in terrain where the political situation was ever shifting and good
intel was scarce. Besides, they must not be detected by either side of the
conflict: the US could not be seen to be getting involved in any activity
that Russia might deem hostile. And yet, a hostile act was exactly what the
squad had been sent to carry out: take down a satellite relay that was
giving the Russian-backed fighters and advantage over Ukranian government
troops. A drone strike was out of the question: too obvious. So the squad
had gone in and quietly damaged the relay beyond repair. Surely, the
station would be replaced soon enough. But the two or three days it would
take the Russians (who wouldn't officially admit to being involved in the
conflict either!) to get a new setup running would give the Ukrainians a
respite.

Extraction had to take place from a safe location controlled by the
Ukranian government. An hour's march due west in good
conditions. Annoyingly, through open fields and prairie. Not ideal by
daylight. So the squad need to proceed with caution, which would add a few
hours to their journey. Pick-up scheduled in five hours.

Ramirez was walking up ahead, the other three following closely behind. The
landscape was fairly barren and deserted. Some fields not tended to for
months, a few stray dogs. Nothing much else. Until, after an hour or so of
slow progress, some horses came into view. No way that those animals would
be left unguarded in these times. They'd be taken or killed before
long. Ramirez signalled caution and, sure enough, after thirty more paces,
two youths came into view, half hidden sitting in amongst tall grass off to
the side of where the horses were feeding. The animals were tied to polls,
with enough rope so they could roam around for food.

Peters gets his binoculars out to explore: 'Two boys, maybe 16. They look
unarmed. Haven't noticed us.' Checking his watch, Ramirez confirms, 'looks
like today's your lucky day, team. You have an hour, max. I'll hold this
position.' Peters and Johnson smile, chucking of some of their clunkiest
gear for Ramirez to watch. Ryan is already ahead of them, horny grin on his
face. Stealthily approaching the boys, Ryan manages to sneak up on them
unnoticed. When he finally has a clear line of sight above the tall grass,
he see what the kids are up to: the two boys are wearing T-shirts but have
taken off their trousers. Sitting on the ground, they're preoccupied
masturbating each other! Horny gaze on their teenaged-faces, they gently
stroke each other's cocks. The boys don't notice Ryan until he addresses
them in English, 'well, hello there.' His handgun pointed at them, the two
know not to move. They stop playing immediately, their sex-crazed gaze
giving way to terrified stares. And yet, one of the boys can't stop himself
from cumming: he must have been so close to ejaculating that he'd reached a
point of no return. Embarrassed and scared, he can't hide his cock spewing
strands of teenaged cum in front of Ryan. The soldier laughs at this
unexpected treat. Peters and Johnson catch up just in time to see the boy's
last squirts from his untouched cock. The three soldiers are seriously
turned on. Ryan squats down by the boy who's just cum all over
himself. Almost gently, Ryan starts scooping up strands of cum with his
left index finger, his right hand pointing a handgun at the boy. Then he
starts feeding the boy his own cum. The kid hesitates but then knows not to
resist. He obediently eats his own load from Ryan's finger.

The two boys have the typical Slavic look from around here. Lean bodies,
somewhat malnourished but healthy build. They're both around 6ft tall and
their cocks are generously proportioned. Fertile people, these
Ukrainians. 'Thank you for that,' Ryan mocks the boy. English isn't always
helpful around here. No way of knowing if the boys understand. Not that it
matters. 'Allow me,' Johnson says as he takes the boy who's just had his
own semen for lunch and makes him lie flat on his front. Peters grabs the
other boy and makes him sit a few paces away. Peters handgun convinces the
boy to sit and watch but not interfere with what's about to happen. But the
kid manages to get out, 'he my brother, please sir.' Presumably he wants
the soldiers to leave his brother alone. Much the opposite, Ryan savours
this new piece of intel: 'he's your brother, is he? Well, lucky you, to
have such a handsome brother to play with. We'll just play with him a
little as well now, ok?'

The boy on the ground, spent cock tucked underneath his belly, starts
talking quickly in Russian. No way of knowing what he wants. Considering
his frantic delivery, he's probably pleading with Johnson to be let
go. That's gonna happen. Johnson instead takes out his staple tub of
vaseline and gets to work on the boy's ass. When the kid feels the first of
Johnson's large black fingers make contact with his anus, he redoubles his
efforts to plead with the soldier. He starts wiggling around to get away,
but Ryan kneels down and pins him to the floor, one knee one the boy's
neck. Careful not to suffocate him, Ryan applies enough pressure to make
the kid calm down.

Johnson meanwhile works his fingers into the boy. When his thick index
finger has worked itself all the way in, Johnson replaces it with his even
bigger middle finger. In and out it slides, loosening the boy's ass. Two
fingers finally get the boy ready for Johnson's cock. The soldier whips out
his large tool, stiff with anticipation. he applies a little extra grease
and then slides into the boy without further ado. The boy groans as he
received the soldiers thick black penis, sliding all the way into his ass
in one smooth movement. Ryan watches with pleasure as Johnson fucks the
boy. Slowly but surely, sliding in and out. It's been several days for the
squad to get any action, so they're suitably worked up. Johnson soon erupts
inside the boy's ass with a grunt after several firm thrusts into the
kid. The boy moans and Johnson pulls out his discharged tool and sits down
beside him. He tags Ryan who now fucks the boy. Nicely greased and
loosened, the boy's ass gives Ryan an easy ride.

Peters in the meantime notices that the boy he is guarding hasn't lost his
erection! 'Soldiers, we have a situation here,' he remarks with mock
seriousness. To which Johnson grins. Ryan doesn't even look, too busy
ploughing the youth underneath him. Peters motions his hostage towards the
others. He makes him sit down by his brother's head. The boy on the ground
is enduring Ryan's cock inside him as Peters pushes his aroused brother's
penis towards his face. The boy gets it: he is to suck his brother while
Ryan is raping him!

Once the sucking begins, the brother actually seems to enjoy it. Oblivious
to his brother's suffering (Ryan is fucking him harder as he sees the oral
action in front of him), he enjoys the youth's teenaged-tongue on his
cock. As Ryan shoots into the boy on the ground, the boy hardly registers
the change when Peters enters him next. The boy is now busy orally
pleasuring his brother. Who cums into his mouth without advance
warning. Only when he's already cumming, his heavy panting and an agonised
moan give him away. This sends Peters over the edge, shooting a third load
into the boy on the ground.

The brothers, used and spent, help each other up. It occurs to everyone
that one kid got all the suffering while the other had a nice blowjob. This
strikes Ryan as unfair. He grabs the boy who has just been sucked off and
makes the other stand up and bend over. Then he orders the first kid to
lick his brother's used ass! The boy looks disgusted but he has no
choice. Reluctantly, he cleans out his brother's asshole, the semen of
three soldiers intermixed sweat and other bodily fluid. Johnson makes a
point in handing his tub of vaseline to the boy who's getting his ass
licked out. 'Gives him a fraternising nod as if to say, you know what to do
with it. - The three soldiers are fairly sure the two brothers will no
longer be satisfied with mutual jerk-offs in future.

Then the soldiers get dressed and head back towards Ramirez, who's waiting
patiently. They make for their extraction point. Not further contact made,
undetected all the way.

Mission accomplished.