Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2017 16:23:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: Victor Herrmann <doublehelix2632@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rogue Squad Mission 6A

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Rogue Squad -- Mission Six (A)
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.


Columbia, affluent residential area, nightfall. -- The squad had been sent
in to render some big-time drug dealer who had narrowly escaped arrest on
his last visit to the U.S. Time to bring him in. It wasn't up to the squad
to question the legal issues surrounding this rendition. In a way, the fact
that the operation was probably illegal just meant the squad's methods
would be swept under the carpet alongside their orders... Their brief was
to capture the guy from his home, a fairly large villa in a suburb. They
knew he had a family: two daughters and three sons. His second wife lived
there too, mother to all children except the oldest son who was 19. They
had limited intel on the layout of the interior of the house but they knew
that most rooms were on the ground floor, with only a master bedroom suite
upstairs. They were expecting to encounter the whole family tonight, as
well as some staff. Security had been observed to be surprisingly limited:
no guards on site, and security cameras and alarm systems that would be
remotely hacked and jammed in time for the operation.

Ramirez gave the go-ahead for them to enter via the main patio. The garden
was dark enough for them to remain undetected on approach. From a short
distance they saw the family gathered in a grand living room, the wife, two
young daughters, a boy maybe 10 years old, and the target himself. Some
household staff milling about. The two older sons nowhere to be
seen. Ramirez ordered Peters and Johnson to do a round of the house to see
if they could better assess the layout of the house. They returned five
minutes later. `Bedrooms all along the eastern ground-floor. Four in
total,' reported Peters. `Two presently unoccupied. Clearly kids rooms. Two
occupied with one young male each. The two other sons. 14 and 19. The
younger one's listening to music on headphones. Won't hear a thing. The
older one is reading a book.'

With the whole family accounted for, Ramirez mapped out the next steps: `We
go in and focus firstly on containment. The staff needs to be rounded up
and confined. One of the empty bedrooms will do. Johnson and Ryan, that's
your task to start. Peter takes care of the target: disarm and arrest. No
injuries please: he's coming with us and has to look presentable. Let's get
this done quickly. I will guard the family. Once the staff and the target
and taken care of, we re-group in the living room.'

Everything was so easy and happened so fast, the squad could barely believe
their luck. The target was so stunned, he hardly put up a fight. Within
seconds he was sitting back down in his lush armchair, but now gagged,
cuffed and blindfolded. There were only three staff, two in the kitchen and
one maid, and they obliged swiftly. No point putting up a fight when two
big U.S. army guys point their guns at you and you're clearly not the main
target. Within less than two minutes, the squad regrouped in the living
room, surrounded by the target's terrified family. Ramirez had told the
daughters not to scream. The young girls, both under ten, were good and
obeyed. The wife was an attractive dark haired woman whose lean shape had
somehow survived giving birth to four children. The youngest son was
looking at the squad, partly terrified, partly impressed by their guns.

Ramirez thought for a second and then ordered Peters to put the two
daughters with the staff in the bedroom. Lock them in. Best to get them out
of the way. Theatrically, Ramirez checked his watch. `We have two hours
till extraction. I think this situation is under control. I think we
deserve some fun now.' -- The squad grin at teach other. To Peters Ramirez
says, `why don't we take this lady upstairs?' Peters seems delighted,
pointing his gun at her and ordering her to get up. To Johnson and Ryan
Ramirez winks and says, `you may want to check out the other two bedrooms.'
Ryan and Johnson don't need to be asked twice. `What about the boy,'
Johnson asks, pointing at the 10-year-old still sitting there on the
sofa. Ramirez concedes, `he can come with us. He can watch and learn.' This
brings a gleeful grin to Ryan's face, ever the sadist. The boy is made to
go upstairs with Ramirez and Peters to watch them have their way with his
mother.

Ryan and Johnson agree to split up. Ryan enters the room of the
14-year-old. A lean kid with dark straight hair. Gentle features, nice
lips. His eyes are closed. He's lying on his bead listening to music on
headphones and doesn't hear Ryan enter. He's only wearing a tight black
t-shirt and black hip briefs. Typical teenager, his right hand is slipped
inside his briefs fondling himself aimlessly. Ryan likes what he sees and
approaches. Cups his hand over the boy's mouth and pins him down before the
kid even knows what's happening. The boy looks terrified for a second. Who
wouldn't be if a U.S. soldier in gear suddenly towered over you in your
bedroom? But the boy knows not to struggle. Instead, he soon relaxes and
lies there passively. He stares at Ryan. The soldier sports a horny grin as
he slides his hand into the boy's brief. Finding a semi-hard cock, he says,
`I see you already got started. Don't let me hold you up.' -- His mouth
released, the boys asks, `What's happening?' He means out there, with his
family. Ryan says, `don't worry, it's all under control. We're just here to
bring your dad in for some questions, that's all.' Now Ryan takes the boy's
right hand and guides it does to his hardening penis. Typical teenager, his
cock grows hard at just about anything. Ryan makes the boy masturbate and
the kid obliges. His teenaged penis protruding from under the black hip
briefs. In steady strokes, the boy pleasures himself. Ryan meanwhile
explores the boy's body, feeling his lean torso, his abs. He makes the boy
pause just to take off his t-shirt and Ryan himself loses his jacket and
opens his trousers. When the boys sees Ryan's hard cock, he can't suppress
a stunned smile. Clearly the boy isn't used to seeing hard soldier
cocks. Wanking faster, within seconds the boy cums, spraying semen over his
now naked lean chest and belly. `Good boy,' Ryan cheers. He's only getting
started with this kid...

Meanwhile next door, Johnson has entered the older brother's room. Gun
pointed, he walks in on the 19-year-old reading on his bed. The boy is
wearing sweatpants, his torso bare, revealing a nicely toned chest and
arms. This kid works out. His olive-coloured Latino skin is
shimmering. Maybe he's applied moisturiser. When the boy sees the big black
soldier, gun in hand, he jumps up. But Johnson shakes his head, puts a
finger to his mouth to indicate `be quiet,' and gestures the boy to sit
back down. Johnson enters the room, closes the door behind himself. Even
though it's not like anyone is going to disturb him. As he approaches the
boy on the bed, he looks around the room. Only now does he notice posters
on the walls, of models, mostly nude. Male models. Some body-builder types
too and a few movie stars. All male. Someone's gay... The boys sees Johnson
look at the posters and asks in perfect English, `like what you see, stud?'
Well, there's a first for everything, Johnson figures, and it looks like
for the first time he's got himself a willing victim. The kid's got balls
to call him `stud.' But he's been called worse. Plus the boy's kinda hot,
toned abs and all. Johnson likes his boys to have some meat on
them. Himself a bit flirtatious, he replies to the boy, `like what YOU
see?' and walks up to the boy. Clearly the kid isn't going to be any
trouble, so he packs away his guns. Standing in from of the boy now, the
kid has got up after all. The two of them stand extremely close to each
other, and the boy has started breathing heavily, clearly turned on by the
muscly black soldier in front of him. He whispers, `what are you doing
here? `Come for my dad?' -- `Smart kid,' Johnson replies, grabbing the boy
by his hips. Johnson's hard cock is trapped painfully in his trousers and
the boy's sweatpants are barely concealing his erection. The kid unzips
Johson's trousers and pulls out his large black cock. The kid is massively
turned on by Johnson's thick throbbing tool. `Mind if I do,' he smirks
before he sits back down on his bed, facing Johnson's crotch, and takes the
black soldiers pulsing cock in his mouth. The boy clearly knows what he's
doing. To put an edge on the situation, Johnson decides to tease the
boy. `We've got your dad tied up and blindfolded in the living room. He's
coming with us.' The boy lets go of Johnson's cock just long enough to
reply, `good. He's been an asshole to me ever since he re-married. Plus,
he's been running his little empire for way too long. I always knew he was
gonna get caught one day. Or killed.' Then he goes back to work. `My
buddies are upstairs fucking your mother right now.' The boy shrugs, `that
bitch isn't my mother. I don't care.' -- `They're making your little
brother watch.' -- `Half-brother. Good, he might learn something.' -- `My
other buddy is having his way with your brother next door.' At this, the
handsome youth stops and starts massaging Johnson's cock with his hand
instead. `Half-brother. But THAT I'd like to see!' Which gives Johnson an
idea...

He makes the boys get up and walks him to his brother's room next door. The
kid is having trouble walking, his hard cock trapped in his
sweatpants. Johnson, his wet hard cock exposed walks right behind. As they
enter the younger brother's room, they find Ryan sitting by the naked boy
on the bed, himself fully naked now. `Well hello there,' Ryan greets
Johnson and the older brother, a horny grin rising on his face. The older
boy approaches his half-brother on the bed and see fresh cum glistening on
the kid's chest. `Looks like we missed the show,' the boy says, almost
disappointedly. His younger half-brother looks mortified, feeling
embarrassed in front of his brother. Johnson explains to Ryan that the
older boy wanted to see what was happening. Which is fine by Ryan,
obviously. `What were you hoping to see?' he teases the older boy, who
doesn't need to think for long: Turning to Johnson, he points at his
younger half-brother and says, `I want to see you fuck him with that juicy
cock of yours.' Johnson smiles and Ryan gives a surprised horny grunt. This
should be fun. The younger boy whimpers in protest but Ryan is quick to
cover his mouth. The older boy now scoops up the younger boy's fresh cum,
pulls the black hip briefs off the kid and smears the semen into his ass
crack. Johnson meanwhile takes off the rest of his clothes and then
watches: the older boy starts fingering the kid's asshole, using the
child's cum as lube. The kid is squirming and whining, but Ryan has put a
tight hold on his mouth, looking on with a sadistic grin. When he's roughly
shoved a finger in and out of his brother's ass a few times, the older boy
waves Johnson closer and once again takes his hard black cock in his mouth,
refreshing the soldier's erection and putting a fresh film of spit and
precum on the tool. Now ready, Johnson aligns himself. The younger boy is
lying on his back and the older boy takes the kid's legs back, exposing the
child's tight sphincter. Not Johnson's favourite fuck position, but it'll
do. He lines up his hard shaft with the boy's hole and pushes into the
young ass. A desperate groan from the child is matched by a joyful groan
from Johnson as he slides his large penis all the way in, one sustained
motion. He now fucks the boy in controlled smooth movements.

The older boy looks on with fascination. He finally whisks his cock out
also and wanks to the sight of Johnson fucking his younger
half-brother. Ryan can't wait any longer and, seeing the older kid want
himself, decides to put his mouth to good use. The older boy is made to
suck Ryan and he readily obliges. Then things happened fast: Johnson soon
cums into the poor child, spewing copious amounts if his semen into the
kid's gut. Ryan orders the older boy, who's stroking himself fast now,
`don't cum yet!', so the kid stops wanking. As Johnson pulls out of the
younger boy, Ryan takes his place: going for sloppy seconds, he roughly
enter the child, and fucks himself to orgasm, rough and quick. Pulling out,
he orders the older boy, `now you!' And the kid needs no convincing. He's
got a horny grin not unlike Ryan when he's at his most sadistic. The older
boy pushes his teenaged cock into his young half-brother and fucks
him. Hard. Teenager that he is, it doesn't take him long till he cums. The
third load of cum in his brother's ass.

Sweaty, spent, content, Johnson, Ryan and the older boy take a moment to
relax. The younger boy lies on the bed, recovering. After a while, he
whimpers to his older bother, `why me? Why didn't you take them to the
basement?' Which prompts Ryan to ask, `Wait, what? What's in the basement?

To be continued...