Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 13:39:24 +0000
From: Randy Dragon <naughtydragon69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mission (military) Part 12

Disclaimer:
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.
If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,
then please don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between
consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior
discussed in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment
and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what
the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be
accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.


The Mission (Part 12)

The USS Vincent Mancroft had crossed the Korea Strait and the Yellow Sea.

The Commodore had given a 12 hours furlough to his crew at Seoul the
South-Korean capital. The city's brothels were filled with horny sailors.
Dwight, Mike and Taylor had some drinks in a bar waiting for Chuck and Kyle
who had left with some chicks. The two returned about midnight, reeking of
cheap perfume, cigarettes and raw sex. Both were wearing a broad grin.
"Guys these brides were hot," Chuck told excited how they had fucked the
girls and later each other in front of the girls and again the girls. Taylor
rolled his eyes up and looked at Mike in indignation.

Now the US carrier was on its way again. The untamed force of a taiphoon was
hammering the Korean Sea. Dark grey waves of 40 feet in height were
propelled by the howling gusts of the storm and the heavy rain shrouded any
sight.

The bad weather was no match however for the steel colossus driven by
elementary nuclear power that was plowing the whitecaps. Finally the giant
passed the coastline of South Korea and entered the Korea Bay. Some 30 miles
to the East was the hostile territory of the Northern dictator's regime.
Although the US navy behemoth was roaming on international waters, its
approach had not gone unnoticed.

Unaffected by the weather coastal radar picked up the signals reflected from
the aircraft carrier and triggered an alarm at the Red Guard missile silo at
the town of Ongjin.

"...and there is no support fleet?" Major Koh the silo Commander couldn't
believe it. An US aircraft carrier without the shield of smaller warships,
tankers and other support ships was an exceptional event. It could not mean
any good, but it was rather foolish carelessness by the Americans to present
themselves so vulnerable.

The Commander knew that he had to act quickly, while the vessel was in close
range, an easy target for the latest generation of land-sea missiles that
had been developed by North-Korean scientists.

"Initiate launch sequence!" Koh bellowed. Sinking an US Aircraft carrier
would open him the highest ranks within the Red Guards.

"Sir?" Captain Gui-Lang his second in command looked at his superior in
disbelieve.

"You heard the order Captain," Koh's eyes narrowed.

"But Sir, this is a blunt act of war. The Americans ...," Gui-Lang stammered.

"This enemy ship is violating North-Korean territory," the Commander
interrupted.

"Sir they are clear 30 miles off ..." the Captain checked again his radar
readings.

"Captain you are at the brink of mutiny! The enemy sails in our territory
and he prepares to attack. It is our patriotic duty to defend the homeland,
before any harm can come to it. Launch!" the Commander's hand traveled down
to his pistol holster.

"Yes Sir!" Gui-Lang went pale. He pushed a key into the command console and
was joined by his superior officer who added his key without hesitation.

"Launch sequence intiated!" Gui-Lang pushed a button. Outside, the
steel-enforced concrete launch gates started to slide open.

Deep inside the armored hull of the USS Vincent Mancroft the
high-performance computer was working regardless of weather or of nighttime.
It monitored the ships heading as well as its movements in the churning
waves. The artificial intelligence was evaluating the data gathered from the
ships surroundings by the sophisticated radar and sonar equipment. The
impact of incoming waves was analyzed and balance tanks integrated inside
the hull emptied and refilled accordingly. The activities in the silo were
instantly classified as hostile. Automated counter measure systems were
activated. Alarms were sounding on the bridge

"5-4-3-2-1-0 ... launch!" Gui-Lang counted down. The missile's engines flared
and pushed it with increasing speed from the silo into the rainy night.

The warship's computers reacted by launching a patriot missile as Commodore
Mulroney entered the bridge. One minute later a bright ball of orange fire
flared up high in the sky when the patriot detonated the North-Korean
missile with a roaring explosion.

"Do you know from where the fucker came?" Mulroney asked his gunner.

"On-shore missile silo 2 miles inwards. Target acquired," the gunner
replied.

"Cruise Missile battery, return fire!" the Commodore ordered with an icy
voice.

"Cruise Missiles one and two, launching," the gunner confirmed although he
raised his eyebrows at the harsh response.

"Let's teach these Communist gooks a lesson in respect," Mulroney was
lighting a cigar while the two missiles were launching.

"What happened?" Commander Koh asked when the signal of his missile
disappeared from the radar screen.

"We lost our missile," Gui-Lang responded with a stony face,"... and the enemy
is retaliating."

"What? How dare they ...", the last words of Commander Koh were cut off by the
two Cruise Missiles which had precisely entered the still open launch gates
detonating inside his silo.

"Target neutralized," the gunner reported in a business-like manner.

"Let's go back to sleep then, gentlemen," the Commodore grinned and turned
to leave the bridge," Nice shooting, gunny!"

Far to the north the morning sun didn't manage to penetrate the heavy clouds
leaving the temple of the Dark Moon in dim twilight.

In the research center below the temple Kim and Dr. Takashima watched the
sweat glistening bodies writhing on the bike-like shaped semen extractors.
Seven men were drained of their man seed side by side. The initial curses
and angry grunts had been replaced by ecstatic moaning and helpless yelping,
while the two men were stimulated to release their cum to the last drop.

"Master Huang has chosen this shipment well," Dr. Takashima said gleefully.
This time a whole construction crew had been caught and dispatched to the
temple.

"This one and his brother are former Marines," Kim pointed at the
muscle-packed, approximately 30 years old hunk whose wavy brown hair hang
tussled into the lust contorted face and another stud of same age with short
cut bristly, pitch-black hair, less tall but well-muscled with a tapered
waist.

"They refused to join a mission to free Captain Durango. Master Huang was
right. They are of good use for our project," Kim chuckled.

Dr. Takashima sipped from his tea. The bigger stud produced incredulous
amounts of semen. He adjusted the controls of the extractor in order to keep
the stimulations of the hunk at a maximum level.

"The Americans are coming," Kim remarked casually," quite big."

"Yes Colonel I did read the mail," the Japanese smiled," it will be a most
welcome boost to our project."

"Others would be concerned about a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier closing
in," Kim smiled back.

"I leave the ship to you and your men Colonel," Dr. Takashima replied," I am
only interested in my research."

"You think we can handle the entire crew? They are about 6.000, as you are
certainly aware." Kim said, watching with interest the convulsing bodies.

"Well, I have it already evaluated by our computers," Dr. Takashima said,"
Let's assume they have about 10% female staff, which is absolutely useless
for our purpose, we could extract from the male crew of this vessel about
10,400 emissions per day, equal to 48-52 liters of semen. Even if we have to
dispose of 60% as oversaturated with protein, it leaves a worthy essence of
about 20 liters every day."

"That should be sufficient to develop biotech weapons to take the whole
United States," Kim's dark eyes were glowing as the seven men dropped one by
one limp on their saddles.

"That - Colonel," Dr. Takashima replied," is sufficient to take the world."

The USS Vincent Mancroft anchored about 5 miles off the coast. The Commodore
had gathered his officers on the bridge for a final briefing. Dwight, Mike,
Chuck, Taylor and Lee had been graciously admitted as well.

"To make it clear again, you and your men stay out of this operation,"
Mulroney glared at Dwight. "This is a navy operation and we do it the Navy
way. Lieutenant O'Leary?"

"Yes Sir," the Seal leader replied.

"Your men will lead the attack." The Commodore continued.

The squad would approach the coast by underwater scooters, cross the beach
and launch a direct assault on the temple. They would free the captives and
tag the buildings electronically so that a subsequent missile attack would
find their way straight into the targets, without hitting the nearby village
of Suyang-Dong.

"As soon as we have your confirmation, we will hit them with our Cruise
Missiles and Tomahawks. Make sure you and the freed boys are in a safe
distance. We pick you up with our landing boats as soon as the air strike is
over."

Taylor was the last one to leave the bridge. He was relieved that the Seals
would do the dirty work and spare his brother the risk. Mike would be safe
as well. Taylor grinned when he thought about his secret relationship to the
young Marine. One day he would have to tell his brother about it and he was
quite sure Kyle would take it rather jealous.

"Gotta minute?" lost in his thoughts he was rudely returned to reality when
his arm was seized with a strong grip. Looking up he flinched back
recognizing the towering frame of the Seal leader.

"What do you want?" Taylor writhed in the painful grip, "Let me go!"

To his astonishment Cliff softened his hold.

"Listen, before we leave on that mission, I ... uhm ...wanted to apologize," the
Seal said in a lowered voice.

Taylor was stunned. He and Mike had played Cliff and his friend Craig badly.
He had since avoided the Seals as he was sure they were pondering revenge.

"No problem man," Taylor stuttered.

"I was a jerk," Cliff said," I ... I want to make it up to you."

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked bewildered.

"Can we go to a more...uhm...private place?" Cliff looked pleadingly.

"I-I dunno...I don't understand..." Taylor had no clue what to make out the
Seal's proposal. Was he hitting on him?

Cliff looked around. There was no one in the aisle.

"In Seoul I was with this whore and I just felt I need something different,"
He pulled Taylor to himself and Taylor found himself passionately kissed.

"Please?" Cliff asked.

"S-sure," Taylor was gasping. The testosterone emitted by the muscular hunk
was overwhelming. Half dragged he stumbled behind the Seal Lieutenant along
the aisles and a few stairs up and down until he was completely lost.

Finally Cliff opened a steel door and pulled Taylor inside a small cabin.
There was not even space for a bunk bed and no porthole. It was sticky
inside. Even the aircon didn't seem to work. The hunky Seal embraced him
again and Taylor inhaled his musky man's odor. He wanted to kiss the stud
again but was pushed back.

"What are you waiting for?" Cliff unbuttoned his shirt," I am soldier bound
for a mission. No time for foreplay..."

"Ok man," Taylor pulled his T-Shirt over his head, kicked his shoes off and
stripped from his pants. His boner throbbed in front of his lean frame.
Naked he looked back at Cliff and found him fully dressed.

While Taylor was still confused the Seal fetched his clothes. When Taylor
realized what was happening it was already too late. Cliff had left the
cabin and the steel door shut with a sharp thud.

"Hey! Man let me outta here!" Taylor hammered at the door with his fists.

"You stay put faggot." Cliff sneered," I have waited for this. Nobody will
find you here until I am back and than you will pay dearly for what you have
done."

"No! You can't do that! Please! Let me out! Help...help anybody," Taylor
yelled in panic, but there was no reply. Cliff had left him.

"Shit! How could I fall for that?" Taylor cursed himself. Doomed to wait he
sank down on the steel floor and wrapped the arms around his naked knees.

The Commodore inspected the Seal squad. The 65 men stood at attention
carrying their fins under the elbows. The tight wetsuits, black shorties
made of Titanium neoprene, displayed every detail of their chiseled muscles.
Black hoods with integrated communication equipment of the same Titanium
neoprene covered the heads. The masks were pushed up to the foreheads.
Following their very own macho codex the Seals were not wearing any
underwear under the wetsuits. Dwight noticed the impressive bulges of the
outline of the cocks rising from the crotches. It was amazing, Dwight
grinned to himself, how quickly these baby makers had recharged after the
thorough workout during the night before in the brothels of Seoul.

Instead of bulky tanks the combat divers would use a newly developed
tankless breathing technology consisting of a mouthpiece and two small
pressure containers, providing air for about 30 minutes. More than enough to
reach the beach.
Long knives were stored in sheaths fixed to the legs by Velcro wraps.  The
feet were clothed by black wetsocks.

"You will teach these bastards a lesson they won't ever forget," Commodore
Mulroney said while puffing on his cigar. "Get our boys out and we will blow
the fuckin' temple to hell!"

"Yes Sir!!!" the Seals shouted back.

"Good luck, mate!" Craig gave Cliff a short hug. He was in a foul mood
because he had to stay back and monitor the mission from the bridge.

"Don't worry, I'm going to have the time of my life," Cliff gave his friend
a thumbs up and followed his men down to a bulkhead in the lower section of
the carrier. The squad gathered on a small platform attached to the hull.
Although the storm had subsided the sea was still rough. One by one the
Seals disappeared in the waves, each towed by a scooter heading towards the
coast. It was 3 AM; the operation had begun.

Back on the bridge Craig watched the radar screen. 65 green dots were fast
moving away from the carrier. Every man had a life sensor built-in his suit
that transmitted a signal back to the radar receiver.

"Seal 1 to Alpha Command - over," Cliff's voice sounded from the overhead
speakers.

"Alpha Command to Seal 1, we hear you loud and clear," Craig answered." You
are doing fine. There are only a few fishing boats close to the beach.
Nothing to worry about. No movements on the beach -- over."

Abbott Gao-Ban, Colonel Kim and Dr. Takashima were having an early breakfast
at a small table above the beach line. They watched the fishing boats
cruising.

"This dish is superb, " Dr. Takashima's voice was full of praise.

"Red baby octopus," Kim replied," I thought it fits the occasion. Our
fishers catch a lot of squids these days."

He looked at a small portable radar screen and saw the 65 dots approaching.

"Master Huang was very kind to provide us the enemies radar and radio
frequencies," Kim grinned while he directed the fishing boats over the
approaching Seal squad.

The Seals were about 150 feet away from the shore when it happened.

Buckets of octopus ink were emptied into the shallow sea. The water along
the shore turned black and the Seals found themselves blinded as visibility
was down to zero. The trained combat divers reacted with professional
coolness and relied on the sensors built into their watch bands. Unperturbed
by the changed conditions they closed in on the beach.

Squid ink served as a natural smoke screen to deter predators. It contained
as well secretions with disorientating substances. Their concentration was
usually too low to have any effect on humans, now however, as the Seals were
diving in the ink of hundreds of animals, the secretions were absorbed in
substantial amounts by the skin on the naked legs.

Suddenly the combat divers felt it difficult to concentrate on the wrist
sensors. Some lost their direction and their black rubber hooded heads
emerged on the surface and found themselves amidst the fishing boats.

Shouts went from boat to boat and the fishers started throwing new nets into
the sea. Unlike the ordinary polyester nets these nets were made of titanium
steel twines.

"What the fuck is that?" Craig shouted when light-green blotches appeared on
the radar screen that engulfed the smaller dots identifying the Seals.

The nets weighed heavy on the divers' shoulders pulling them under the
surface. Knives that were quickly unsheathed from the leg wraps found it
hard to cut the super-strong twines. As soon as the fishers sensed that a
prey was struggling in the net they started the engines and towed the
hapless kicking Seal behind. The trapped men had no choice but to abandon
their scooters. The boats drove in curves and circles entwining the nets
even tighter around the struggling divers, who were soon only able to flap
feebly with their fins while their arms were tethered taunt to their bodies.

"It looks like a tuna hunt," Dr. Takashima laughed, overlooking the
disaster.

"Big white tuna, indeed," Kim laughed as well.

Curses and cries for help sounded from the overhead speakers on the
carrier's bridge.

"What is going on?" Commodore Mulroney asked.

"I don't know Sir, but it does not sound good," Craig replied.

"Alpha Command to Seal 1 -- what is going on? Are you in trouble? -- over,"
Craig bellowed, but there was no answer. Craig fetched a pair of night
vision binoculars and rushed to the wide windows. The digital enhanced
binoculars displayed a horrific scene.

The limited reserves of air had sealed the combat divers' fate. The struggle
in the nets subsided as the men ran out of oxygen. One by one the limp
bodies were hauled out of the water. Those who were still conscious were
quickly silenced by a blow at the back of the head.

Those fishers who were not busy hauling in the prey were stripping the men
from their equipment, wetsuits, wetsocks and fins. The boats were quickly
filling with naked bodies, while the equipment was discarded into the sea.
One by one the life signals disappeared from the radar screen.

"No!" Craig howled in helpless fury, but there was nothing he could do.

"I will supervise the transport to the temple," Gao-Ban rose and motioned
Eng-Lok to follow him down to the beach.

"Our pious Abbott is developing a kind of liking for young muscular men,"
Kim smiled.

"We should respect an old man's desire, don't you think?" the Japanese
smiled back.

"Yes, of course," Kim replied,"that is why we have left one big fish
entirely for him."

Lieutenant Cliff O'Leary was fighting like mad man. He had scarcely escaped
by directing his scooter straight into the closing net. As he was ahead of
his men he was closer to the beach and lesser exposed to the disorientating
squid ink. But the struggling had depleted his oxygen supply as well.
He had to abandon all his equipment and kept only the large knife in his leg
sheath. Gasping and mustering all the force of his powerful arms and legs he
finally reached the dark beach. Behind him he heared the sounds of his men's
desperate fight. He couldn't believe it. A bunch of fishermen had taken out
his entire squad.

"Son of a bitch! Cliff made it!" Craig shouted excited. He had discovered
his buddy on the beach.

Still heavily breathing he took off his fins and the mask. He replaced his
hood with a black baklava. Now he needed some cover. Carefully avoiding any
noises he crossed the beach with cat-like moves on his wetsocks, knowing
that the jungle was not far away.

When he heard voices ahead, the combat diver threw himself down and took
cover behind a boulder. Flash lights appeared and he watched a group of
Asians led by a small elderly monk dressed in red and yellow robes walking
down the beach.

The first boats arrived and Cliff watched in shock the mass of naked bodies.
His men were carried on to the beach by wrists and ankles, heads dangling.
After they were hogtied and gagged the Seals were thrown onto the back of a
nearby pick-up truck like slaughtered cattle.

"Damn' you, bloody fuckers!" the Lieutenant grunted through clenched teeth.
The monk turned his head towards him. His eyes seemed to cut threw the
darkness, impaling the crouched Seal like a helpless insect in a museum.
Cliff ducked even more. The warm air made him sweat in his wetsuit.

"Oh shit!" Craig cursed helplessly clenching the binoculars.

Cliff froze when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Glancing back he looked into
the smiling face of another monk dressed in grey cotton clothes. Cliff rose
slowly and was caught by the flash lights. He knew it was over. When the
monk touched his arm he sighed and walked towards the Asians.

The small monk in the colorful robes smiled at him and bowed slightly. Cliff
did not move.

"Cliff O'Leary, Lieutenant US Navy Seals," he rasped mechanically.

The monk in the cotton clothes spoke in a foreign language to the older monk
who nodded and replied.

"You are leader? The younger monk asked.

"Cliff O'Leary, Lieutenant US Navy Seals," Cliff repeated.

The older monk said something and the younger monk pointed at the pick-up
truck hinting that Cliff should undress.

"Never!" the Seal drew his knife, bent his knees and took a fighting stance
willing to rather die than to be stripped like his squad.

He expected an overall assault by the Asians who surrounded him in a wide
circle. But then he found himself face to face with the small monk who was
apparently a kind of superior.

"Gao-Ban," the monk laid a hand against his chest. He bowed again and
waited.

"Yeah Cliff, get the fucker," Craig said watching through the binoculars.

Cliff sneered. Well -- if they thought that he would spare the midget, they
were damned wrong. Maybe, if he cut the monk down, there would be enough
confusion to escape. He started to circle the monk, who did not move. It was
likely that the monk was trained in martial arts, but so was the combat
diver. He was younger and stronger. When Cliff charged, he was confident to
run the monk down by his sheer body mass.

To his surprise he missed and almost tumbled in the sand. The monk had just
side-stepped him and now he turned his back on Cliff, who quickly he turned
and charged again. However, the strain of his escape in the sea and the soft
sand under his feet slowed him down. This time the monk did not dodge. He
seized the wrist of the bigger man and used the momentum of the attack.
Cliff landed flat on his back. The air was driven from his lungs. The monk
dug his finger precisely into special acupressure points on his arm, making
the muscle stud scream in pain. The knife was wrenched from his numbed hand.
Nevertheless, after a moment of shock the Seal rolled around and was back on
his feet in an instant.

Gao-Ban nodded and motioned him to attack again. That did it. Loosing his
calm, Cliff opened his arms wide and jumped wildly on the small figure. This
time his baklava was ripped from his head and he landed with his red, sweaty
face in the sand.

The grin on the faces of the surrounding Asians was maddening. When Cliff
charged again, his ankles were caught in a leg scissors and he landed again
face-down on the beach. Before he was able to get up, one of his wetsocks
was stripped off. Laughter burst from the onlookers.

Cliff's furious punch was blocked and gone was his wrist band with the
sensors and his diving instruments.

"Fuck!" he cursed, now realizing that the monk was up to strip him during
the fight. He tried a roundhouse kick, but the monk caught his leg and
stripped him from his other wetsock. Gao-Ban smiled broadly at the
barefooted Seal, who was huffing and sweating profoundly.

The Grand-Master knew he had won. He let the desperately charging American
pass again and before he could turn, he jumped on his back and hammered the
ridges of his hands into both sides of the strong neck, cutting the blood
supply for the brain.

"Unnggh...," Cliff's legs buckled. He tried a few wabbly steps until the
increasing dizziness forced him down on his knees. Gao-Ban was already
behind him. He seized the leash of the zipper on his back. He pulled, but he
pulled purposefully slow, wanting the Seal feel how the firm hug of the
skintight suit loosened gradually, while the slider rode down from tooth to
tooth. and zipped the wetsuit open.

"Nnooo!" Cliff shouted as he felt more and more of his back exposed to the
humid warm air, but as if mesmerized he let his hunky torso popping like a
ripe fruit from the dehiscing backside of the wetsuit. Finally the slider
reached the lowest point and Gao-Ban had a clear view into the cleft
separating the two firm buttcheeks.

"Fuck!" Cliff shouted again when the wetsuit was stripped over the broad
shoulders trapping his arms on both sides of his body.  The colorful tattoos
on his back and across the sculpted chest were glistening on the sweaty
skin.

Down on his knees, the Seal was now on eye level with the monk. He was
weakly struggling to strip the suit from his arms, when Gao-Ban surprised
him by embracing him. Shocked he felt the monk's tongue sickeningly invading
his mouth.

"Nnnoooo..mmmfff," There was an odd taste. Enraged he struggled against the
humiliation of being kissed by another man in front of the sneering crowd.
Wildly he flinched back in disgust and lost his balance. Without breaking
the kiss the monk pushed him on his back and the Asians chuckled when they
watched the big white man wriggling under the small Asian, legs kicking in
the air.

"Oh fuck...w-what is happening?" With his arms still trapped the big Seal
succumbed to a strange weakness that was spreading throughout his body. To
his horror he felt himself responding to the kiss. A hot wave of arousal
flushed through his body.

"Uhh yeahhh..." The fingers of the monk were now playing with is exposed
nipples. The stimulations of his man tits and by the kiss triggered a
familiar stirring in his loins.

"Oh shit! What?" With an amazing power Gao-Ban pulled the moaning man back
on his knees. The hunk didn't resist anymore, while the wetsuit was finally
peeled from his muscular body. His semi-erect cock and a pair of impressive
hefty nuts fell into the open when the suit was pulled down to his thighs.

He received a hard push in the center of his tattooed back and fell
face-down on the sandy beach.

"N-noompff...pfff" he protested feebly, spitting sand from his mouth. The
wetsuit was pulled along his legs and finally stripped over his feet. The
last life signal disappeared from the radar screen.

The onlookers were applauding as the chiseled body of the Seal leader was
put on display in all his buff glory. He had not only been thrashed by the
midget. His smaller opponent had humiliated him by systematically stripping
him bare.

Cliff lay flat on the beach burying his face in the sand out of both shame
and exhaustion. He tried to focus to calm down, but since the enforced kiss
something was working inside of him, turning him on, making him horny as
hell. His groin was on fire. His dick twitched under his belly.

He froze when his buttocks were spread. Something was prodding at his ass.
Painfully he managed to raise his head and to look back over his shoulder.

The midget had one of his naked feet buried in his ass cleft and his toe was
poking at his sphincter.

"No! Fuck you!," Cliff yelled when he realized, what the monk was trying to
do. However the ongoing prodding got to him and he felt an increasing urge
to just lay down and relax his puckered hole. It took him tremendous effort
to get up on all fours, still fending of the probing toe. The laughter of
the crowd was in his ears. And then he was back up standing, facing his
opponent.

The stripped Seal was sweating, large parts of his shaking body were
sand-crusted and to his shame and embarrassment he was throwing a fucking
boner. The small monk grinned and motioned him to attack again. Agonizingly
slow Cliff managed to raise his fists. Through his blurred vision he saw the
monk jumping high in the air. One instant later the heel of the little
Asian's foot connected with his chin. The big body was spinning, arms were
flailing and then he fell like a chopped tree again on his face.

"Oh my God," Craig sighed in despair watching his mate going down.

Driven by instinct the drowsy combat diver tried desperately to crawl away,
heading back to the water like a fish on dry land seeking shelter in the
element he had been trained to fight in. The monk followed him for a few
feet. Then he seized one foot and dragged the writhing man back into the
circle of the onlookers.

"Nooooo!" the Seal screamed, clawing in vain for a hold in the soft sand.
Sand and pebbles were scratching Cliff's chest, his belly and his dick,
while he was draggled on. Almost passed out he felt that the leg sheath was
removed from his calf.

Gao-Ban rolled the naked Seal on his back revealing his sand-crusted
genitals. The onlookers moved closer, when the Grand-Master closed his hand
around the sandy shaft to start the final humiliation.

In petrifying embarrassment Cliff realized he was jacked off in front of the
sneering crowd. He knew something was wrong by being turned on by a man, but
he couldn't fight it.

"No, please not this..." he begged meekly. The kiss had conquered him and the
strange weakness was lingering on his mind keeping him mellow and helpless.

"Uhh fuck...huh!" he gasped when his throbbing shaft sprang again to full
hardness in the skilled hands of the Grand-Master. Gao-Ban smiled when a
drop of the big man's essence appeared in the piss slit while he was pumping
the twitching rod and simultaneously fondled the plum-sized balls. This stud
would make Dr. Takashima very happy.

"Uuuurgh ...ahhh...fuck!" Cliff groaned. His sensitive shaft was sliding through
the sand-crusted fingers. His back arched and his naked buttocks were
grinding in the sand.

Knowing that the younger man was ready, Gao-Ban circled the throbbing man
pole with his thumb and index finger and held it firmly at the base. The
palm of his hand hit flat against the swollen balls.

"Aaarghh!" Cliff howled, when a stream of hot cum spurted high in the air,
splashing back on his taut sand-covered abs.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huuuhh..." each gush was accompanied by an ecstatic moan
until the flood subsided. Cliff's man-juice was oozing over Gao-Ban's hands
and covered the sand-crusted nut sac. Some drops of his cum were dribbling
from his chin as the Abbott had aimed one of the spurts right into his face.
The hollering Seal tasted his own seed as another spurt had been skillfully
directed into his gaping mouth.

The young monk in cotton clothes helped the exhausted jock into a sitting
position. With spread thighs he looked up at the small elderly monk who had
bested him. Gao-Ban nodded with a friendly smile rubbing his fingers clean
in Cliff's baklava.

"I don't know, how you did me, man, but I hate you and I swear I will kill
you for that," Cliff rasped.

The blow to the back of his head finished him. Gao-Ban ripped the dog tags
from the prone body and told Eng-Lok in a low voice:

"Bring this one to my rooms, he is quite entertaining."

"Yes Grand-Master, as you wish," Eng-Lok nodded while he was gagging the
unconscious stud with a shredded piece of his cum-soiled baklava. The
Lieutenant was grabbed by his wrists and ankles and ended hogtied on the
pick-up on top of his men easily identifiable by his sand-crusted buttocks.

Slowly Craig turned around to face the Commodore. His face was white.

(... to be continued)