Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 06:28:14 -0700
From: Nick Stark <nickstarkusmc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Foxhole 3

"FOXHOLE" by Nick D. Stark

Part III


Shawn thought me must be dreaming. He still heard a ringing in
his ears. This was from the concussion grenade that rendered him
unconscious, but he thought it was part of his dream. He wasn't
sure whether to be aroused or scared by the dream. or possibly
both. As much as he tugged on his arms, he couldn't free them;
that made him scared. But at the same time, busy insistent hands
slowly stripped him of all his clothing, tantalizing his nerve
endings and causing him to achieve erection. Then he was rolled
face down, strong hands spread his legs, and an unrelenting
pressure put against his tight asshole, until finally the dam
broke and what must be Nick's cock burst through, into him. At
least he assumed it was his older brother's battering ram. A
man's hips pounded on his butt cheeks again and again, until a
warm, wet stickiness was deposited deep inside him. Nick didn't
usually cum that fast. Then a tight belt was cinched around his
waist, with a connecting strap that went down between his rock
hard butt cheeks. A gentle, probing finger loosened him enough to
slip a plug up his ass, then it was buckled tightly on his hard
belly. His cock and balls were forced into a confining device. It
was difficult, because he was rock hard from the fucking. He
always got hard when Nick fucked him. His hunk older brother
liked fulfilling Shawn's rape fantasies, but somehow this session
was more gentle, and Nick seemed. not Nick. Certainly not as big
as Nick's huge cock, which Shawn had had up his ass countless
times, from his junior high days up to the present. Shawn had
only been allowed to fuck Nick one time: the night when Shawn was
admitted to the Corps. Nick had allowed Shawn to tie his arms
high over his head, face down on the bed, then spread his legs,
tie them off as well, and sink his cock deep into the hairy,
warm, dark recesses of Nick's amazing ass. That had been an
incredible experience; Nick was the tightest fuck Shawn had ever
had. The dream returned with a firm hand spreading Shawn's
asscheeks. Then a quick sharp stab of pain in Shawn's buttock,
and he drifted deeper into a dreamless sleep.

Still, the dream had been more erotic than frightening, and Shawn
felt safe in Nick's clutches, no matter how bizarre or kinky the
scene. Little did Shawn know that his drugged state was dulling
his senses.  He had been knocked unconscious by a hired gun while
on a mission in Central America. He had been sold to the rebel
leader. He had been raped. And now he lay hogtied, plugged, cock
caged, at the mercy of Diego, the rebel leader. But the injection
into his ass did more than just put him out. It lowered his
resistance to suggestion, to coercion. Diego now stood in the
doorway, leisurely smoking a cigarette, his eyes casually,
intimately moving over the taut muscled back, ass, and legs of Lt
Shawn Evans, USMC. Shawn wasn't a prisoner of war, like his older
half brother Nick. Shawn was Diego's private possession, bought
and paid for. Diego stubbed out the cigarette and crossed the
room. Shawn's dream returned with a loud SMACK on his ass,
leaving a red handprint. His eyes opened, and he saw a
benevolent, handsome face smiling down on him, gently massaging
his shoulders. The strong hands moved lower, down to his pecs,
the rough thumbs tweaking his nipples. Shawn's cock gushed precum
even in the cock cage. His vision was blurred and his voice
groggy. He blinked. "Nick.?" he muttered.

In the prison Quonset a mere 20 yards away in the rebel camp,
Nick failed to hear his weakened brother calling his name. He was
out cold. Fully naked and covered with filth from his hunt and
capture, and from being drug from the post where he had been
chained up to where how now lay, Nick was still every inch the
built, proud Marine. Hard muscled body, prominent jaw now dusted
with five o'clock shadow, short dark buzz cut expertly parted,
USMC tattoo on his huge bicep. The only thing missing were his
dog tags, ripped from his bull neck by Diego when he declared
Nick Stark a prisoner of war. Since the rebel cause didn't
recognize the Geneva Convention, Nick's treatment at the hands of
his captors was not restricted. Indeed, the man laughed as they
prepared to rape their prisoner.

Two of Diego's Lieutenants, Manuel and Jose, were jockeying for
position, seeing who would get to fuck the senseless hairy Marine
first. Nick had been spread over an oil drum laying on its side,
his muscled torso hanging forward, huge arms shackled to his
neck. The Lieutenants ordered some of the enlisted men to pull
Nick's legs wide, while they unzipped their camouflage pants.
Both men were well hung, and already at full staff. It was
decided that whoever had the smaller cock of the two men, would
rape the pig prisoner first. That way the second one would not be
deprived of a tight hole. Of course, admitting that one was
smaller, even to earn the privilege of going first, was a strike
against one's masculinity. And since their cocks were nearly
evenly matched, much good natured teasing bantered back and
forth, while Nick lay senseless over the drum, his captors
debating who would rape his ass first. Finally a coin toss
decided it, and Manuel grinned widely, stepping forth between the
outstretched legs, gripping Nick's hair covered thighs firmly.
"You two," he said, indicating two more of the enlisted men,
"spread his ass for me." They did as they were told, eager to
earn a crack at the big American's ass after the officers had all
raped him. Manuel hawked a gob of spit deep into Nick's ass, then
aimed his cock at the tight puckered hole, barely visible deep in
the hairy asscrack. Manuel thrust forward, burying himself deep
inside Nick. It had to hurt like the devil, but Nick didn't stir.
Manuel thrust again and again, pounding his cock into Nick, his
balls slapping Nick's butt. It required a different technique to
rape a man as opposed to making love to a woman. With a woman,
you gently tried different positions and speeds. With a man, you
weren't supposed to enjoy it, so a series of brutal, quick
thrusts intended to produce a quick orgasm was the preferred
method. And thus Manuel gave Nick a textbook rape. Soon blood was
mixed with his spit as he plunged into the captured Marine,
tearing him open. Then, with a guttural cry and several weeks'
worth of pent up semen, Manuel's cum added to the lubricating
mixture. He pulled out, wiping himself with the remains of Nick's
military issue briefs, which he had brought along just for the
purpose. He spit on Nick's broad back, threw the bloody, semen
stained rag down on his ass, and walked away. "Your turn, Jose,"
he called to the other Lieutenant. Jose didn't waste any time
moving into position, indeed he had been stroking his hardon
through his open fly the entire time that Manuel had been
pounding the unconscious Marine. Again a pair of hands went to
Nick's buttocks, and the rape was repeated. The enlisted men
patiently waited their turn.

As Jose's load of cum was sprayed both on and in Nick's ass, the
stud Marine started to come to, his back muscles and arms tensing
from the pain of the heavy abuse. Nick started bellowing,
thrashing his head from side to side. One of the enlisted men
grabbed up Nick's discarded, torn briefs, rank with sweat, blood
and semen, and tied a knot in them. Then he grabbed Nick's jaw
and forced it open, thrusting the knot inside. The ends were tied
behind Nick's buzzed neck. His thrashing continued, only the
screams were muffled. Jose stepped away, and the first of the
enlisted men moved into position.

Hours later, Nick's torso, slick with sweat, was limp over the
oil barrel. Near the end, he had barely struggled as each new
cock was thrust into him. Now he lay almost in a stupor, ashamed
of what he had become: a camp whore. But the worst part was what
Nick had done to himself. With his prostate being pounded
mercilessly, he had started to feel the need to shoot a load,
even in his wretched condition. Thus, after the last of the men
had pulled out, Nick had humped the rusty oil barrel with his
dripping huge hardon, scraping it raw with the need to come. He
had been quickly rewarded with an ejaculation that left him
utterly spent. When the men lifted the built Marine off the oil
barrel to throw him in his cell, they saw the enormous pool of
cum under him, with several gobs still dripping from his half
hard cock. They pointed and laughed, but Nick was beyond caring.
He didn't resist as he was led to his imprisonment. They threw
the naked, degraded Marine Captain into the cell. Nick collapsed
to the floor, barely moving. The iron bars of the cell door were
slammed and locked, and the laughter of the men died away. Nick
slipped away into sleep, his meaty pecs rising and falling, his
arms still bound behind him, blood drying on his violated ass.