Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2016 18:08:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Victor Herrmann <doublehelix2632@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rogue Squad ? Mission Two

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Rogue Squad - Mission Two
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 Two:

April in the Venezuelan rainforest. No-one's idea of fun. Hot, humid,
insects everywhere and more predators than anyone could possibly care to
think about. The squad had been sent in to follow up intel on a traitor on
the run. Something internet-related. Not that they cared. They just got the
job done, no matter the reasons behind their orders. Much to everyone's
frustration, the target had moved on way before they ever got to the
disclosed location. Not their fault. Just a waste of time. And now, just
after 4pm local time, they were stuck in the forest, six miles due south of
their extraction point, with nothing to do until pick-up at 6am the next
morning. Too early to set up camp for the night. Their mission top-secret,
and their gear heavy and high-tech, they couldn't exactly hit the next bar
either. Besides, they were, technically, still on duty. Ramirez, the intel
lead, was particularly frustrated. He should've seen right through the
mission brief: weak sources, not reliable. He felt bad whenever he let his
team down. He'd have to make it up to them somehow.

Walking slowly in a southerly direction, the forest around them wasn't as
dense as some others places they'd been to. Here and there, large trees had
been cleared, illegal logging rampant in these parts, leaving small
clearings and open passages where trees had fallen. The squad knew to stay
well away from villages and larger settlements, not wanting to draw
attention to their mission. But sometimes, they inevitably encountered
locals: loggers, hunters, herders, farmers. Most of the time, the squad
would simply divert and stay out of sight. The locals would never know
they'd come within earshot of a group of highly trained US elite
soldiers-or a group of virile soldiers with the testosterone levels of
teenagers?

As it happened, the squad were approaching another small clearing en route,
the rays of the fading afternoon sun penetrating the canopy, when they
heard voices. A group of youths by the sound of it, raised voices, jocular
banter, laughing. All four soldiers spoke passable Spanish but local
dialects varied widely. Hard to make out what the kids were saying. Having
stopped in their tracks to listen, Ryan addressed Ramirez, 'Permission to
investigate, Sir.' Detecting ulterior motives, Ramirez nevertheless granted
permission. Why not let the boys have some fun to make up for a wasted
day. Ryan and Peters went ahead, sneaking further up through the light
foliage.

Only 100ft ahead, they finally got visual contact on the group: four
youths, all boys. The youngest perhaps 12, the oldest not yet 18. All four
in shorts, topless, their lean torsos glistening wet in the mellow
afternoon light filtering through the canopy above: the heat getting to the
locals as well. The boys were clearly from around here, their skin a smooth
almond complexion, dark thick hair. None of them old enough to grow much
body or facial hair. The middle two boys might have been siblings, looking
very similar in age and build, maybe 14 or 15 years old. The four were
sitting on two large logs of wood, remnants of a fallen tree, two pairs
facing each other and talking. Still difficult to make out what they were
talking about. Not that it mattered. Peters didn't have to ask Ryan what he
was thinking: a brief look at Ryan's face betrayed the horny soldier's
thinking. Grabbing his crotch as if to confirm his intentions, Ryan's smile
broadened to a grin as he motioned Peters back to the other soldiers.

'Four boys, Sir. Not a threat. Definitely a treat though?' - 'You are a
pig, Ryan,' Ramirez responded with mock disdain, his smile undermining any
sense of seriousness. 'Permission to proceed at our discretion, Sir?' Ryan
followed up. 'Permission granted.' Knowing their leader's preferences in
these matters, Ryan, Peters and Johnson knew Ramirez would stay behind and
secure their position. No-one would approach them from the north without
warning. The three soldiers dropped most of their heavy gear and left it
with Ramirez, proceeding only in boots, combat trousers and T-shirts,
handguns at the ready, towards the group of boys.

In fluent Spanish, Ryan addresses the group, pointing his gun at the kids
who have not heard the soldiers approach. 'You boys having a good day?' Not
that they are expected to answer. The laughing has stopped. The four boys
look terrified for a moment, then relax somewhat when they recognise the
three soldiers as foreigners: they'd probably be more worried if they were
ambushed by a local militia or gang of drug smugglers. Although they may
need to rethink that. Peters has thought to bring some rope with
him. Always handy. 'We're going to have some fun, boys.' Ryan
announces. For a second he contemplates which boy to choose. Quickly it's
clear that the oldest is by far the most beautiful: his adolescent body,
though still underage, nevertheless nicely formed, a subtle sixpack
glistening in the sun, his build strong but lean. His shorts promise a nice
ass as well. Pointing his gun squarely at the youth, Ryan commands, 'take
your shorts off.' Now the other three boys know what's in store. But
they're afraid to move. Peters and Johnson have motioned them to sit
down. The oldest boy obliges, taking his shorts off. He's not wearing any
underwear. Not that anyone would want excess clothing in this heat. His
falling short reveal a nice cock, well formed and large for a boy his age,
healthy girth and surely well used. Ryan can't help but smile and utter a
'well, hello there.' Johnson and Peters grin as well.

'Blindfold and silence the kid,' Ryan asks Peters, who's got two pieces of
cloth ready that'll serve the purpose nicely. One strip he uses to tie
around the boy's head, rendering him blind to the fun to come. The other
cloth he shoves in the helpless youth's mouth. The three younger boys watch
on, scared, but perhaps also in part intrigued. Ryan wants to get the youth
to lie down but Johnson steps in: 'allow me, just before we go ahead.' With
his strong black hand, the soldier takes hold of the blindfolded boy's
penis. Ryan and Peters grab the youth's arms so he can't get away. The
younger boys make for a reluctant audience as Johnson starts playing with
the youth's uncut cock, gently stroking it to an erection. No problem
getting a teenager hard, even around here. Johnson enjoys handling the boy,
soon massaging him with determined strokes. The boy, being held at either
side by the soldiers quickly begins to enjoy himself. Who wouldn't in the
hands of an expert? Johnson knows just when to accelerate his pace, working
the boy's cock harder and faster. The youth starts breathing
heavier. Johnson motions towards one of the boys watching and Peters and
Ryan catch his meaning: just in time they turn the aroused youth in their
midst by 90 degrees so his hard shaft is pointing at one of the younger
boys. That kid doesn't even realise what's happening before Johnson
masturbates the restrained youth to orgasm: thick spurts of hot cum shot on
the younger boy's face and torso, eight strands of semen covering his
smooth body. The kid looks perplexed and disgusted but doesn't dare move.

Ryan and Peters force the spent youth in between them down on his knees and
then make him lie down on his front, his spent cock still throbbing
underneath him. 'Now that he's had his fun, can we proceed?' Ryan asks
Johnson, gesturing at the youth on the ground. Johnson grins and starts
tying the ropes to the youths ankles and wrists: the soldiers are tying the
boy to the two tree trunks on either side so he is tied up spreadeagle his
ass and balls exposed. Time to play.

The other three boys are made to watch as the three soldiers fully undress,
all sporting US soldier hard-ons: well trained and always ready for
action. Johnson has his tub of vaseline at the ready and he applied two
fingers full to the youth's anus. The boy tries to resist but the ropes
don't leave him much wiggle room. Poor boy surely knows what he has
coming. Johnson uses the same assured hand that has massaged the youth to
orgasm to prepare his ass for entry: gradually, he works his way into the
boy's ass, first the tip of a finger - each of his black fingers being a
respectable size - then two, then three. All the way into he boy's ass they
slide. The youth stops resisting after a while, his breathing heavy and
irregular from the suffering imposed on him.

And then Johnson goes in for the main event. His large black cock pulsing
in a throbbing erection, the vaseline he greases on his shaft only makes
his shaft grow even more rigid. He lies down on the squirming youth below
and easily slides into the well greased ass. The poor boy endures the large
black soldier's cock as it slowly grinds in and out of his asshole. Johnson
is in no rush. As the sun is slowly setting above, his large black body is
shimmering with sweat in the fading daylight. As the soldier fucks the tied
youth, the three younger boys watch. The kid who was earlier coated in
semen is distinctly sporting an erection, making his shorts
uncomfortable. Ryan and Peters enjoy watching Johnson who is merciless
ploughing the boy below. He gradually works himself into a frenzy, fucking
the youth harder and deeper, until his entire muscle-clad body grows rigid
in one intense, long orgasm. He cums deep inside the boy's ass and then
stays inside him until the last drops of semen have flowed from his cock.

As he pulls out, his thick cock shimmers wet in the twilight. Ryan and
Peters in turn give him high-fives. Peters' turn next to enjoy the tied boy
on the ground. Johnson in the meantime stands in front of the cum-covered
child from earlier and makes him lick clean his cock. The boy is clearly
unhappy about this but has no choice. His two friends watch on,
disgusted. Peters has a great time fucking the tied youth with efficiency,
getting a smooth ride in the anus that's been greased with Vaseline and an
ample quantity of Johnson's semen. It doesn't take Peters long to cum and
he follows Johnson's model and makes the younger cum rag boy clean his
cock.

Ryan, ever the sadist of the bunch, can't stop himself from teasing one of
the middle two boys: he gestures him to get up and roughly shoves him to
the ground. 'Lick his ass,' he commands the boy in Spanish, indicating he
wants the kid to lick the tied youth's well-used asshole. Reluctantly, the
boy obeys, licking the youth's ass, hesitantly at first, then, upon a kick
from Ryan, with more conviction. Ryan watches this with pleasure for a
little while before making the same boy lose his shorts. The kid is
semi-hard. Typical for teenagers: just about anything turns them on. It
dawns on him that Ryan wants the him to fuck the youth on the ground! He
hesitates, unsure, but Ryan points his handgun at the tied youth's
head. And so, in front of his two friends, the younger boy lies down on the
older youth and attempts to enter him. It takes him a little effort to get
hard. And then it's clearly his first time penetrating a boy for that takes
him some effort too. Also, he must be both terrified and embarrassed. But
once he's in, he still puts on a good show. Only an hour ago, none of the
four boys will have imaged that one of them would be fucking the other? The
boy gets into a rhythm and clearly likes the feeling of the youth's anus
surrounding his teenage cock. Before long, he cums inside the youth. Ryan
looks pleased.

As a reward, he pulls the spent boy up to his knees and forces his eager
soldier cock into his mouth. Placing his handgun on the boy's skull, he
uses his left hand to hold the kid's head. And then, instead of enjoying
sloppy leftovers in the youth tied on the ground, he face-fucks the
teenager in front of him. Ramirez comes out of the thicket just as Ryan
explodes in the boy's mouth, holding his head in place until the kid has
managed to swallow the load given to him.

'Too dark to remain separated,' Ramirez explains. Too dark now also to move
on. Which settles things: the four soldiers will remain here for the
night. And have some more fun. The setup is simple: they tie the three
younger boys up, gag them and deposit them a little off the clearing. The
tied youth on the ground remains in place for the night. Ramirez, having
stood watch thus far, gets to sleep through the night. The other three
soldiers take turns holding watch in 2-hours shifts. And at the start of
each shift, as art of the handover, they get to treat themselves to a good
helping of the youth's ass.

When dawn breaks, the youth on the ground has been fucked over and
over. Time to release him. The soldiers untie the him as well as the
others. They even offer them water, which they drink greedily after what
must have felt like a very long night.

5am and the soldiers collect their gear from where Ramirez hid it the
previous night. Off to their extraction point.

Mission accomplished.