Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2006 11:57:51 +0000
From: Randy Dragon <naughtydragon69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Mission (Part 13) military

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 13)

"They are gone?! What do you mean, soldier?" Commodore Mulroney's face had
turned scarlet.

"They are fuckin' gone, we have been fucked by the gooks...I...I don't know
how...," Craig stammered still stunned by what he had just witnessed.

"I am not losing an entire elite squad to a fuckin' bunch of monks and
fishermen!" the Commodore ranted.

"We could send in a bigger force and ...," Craig muttered.

"... and get fucked again?" Mulroney snapped.

The news of the disaster spread fast across the carrier. Dwight, Lee, Kyle,
Chuck and Mike rushed to the bridge.

"Where the fuck is Taylor? Dwight asked.

"No idea," Kyle answered, "I thought he was with you." He looked at Mike.

"Nope," Mike shook his head.

"That is not good." Dwight frowned at Kyle," you have better control your
brother, it is already difficult enough with the Commodore."

Already they heard Mulroney shouting from the distance.

"Controlling my brother?" Kyle muttered incredulously, " you must be
kiddin'..."

"Batteries prepare for launch," Mulroney just ordered when they arrived on
the bridge.

"Sir?," the gunner officer asked.

"You heard my order!" the Commodore bellowed.

"But ...," Craig started.

"What?!" Mulroney glared at him.

"Sir, with all due respect, there are still hostages in the temple," Dwight
intervened.

"Fuck the hostages!" the Commodore fumed," right now as we are speaking my
men are piled buck-naked and hog-tied like slaughter cattle on a truck
heading for that fuckin' temple. I am not going to sit here playing idly
with my balls to have `em added to your hostages."

"Batteries initiate launch sequence!" he ordered again," we blow that temple
to hell before that truck arrives."

"But Sir!" Dwight objected.

"One more word and I have you court marshaled for mutiny," the Commodore
said coldly.

"Batteries ready for launch, target acquired," the gunner reported.

"Batteries 1 thru 5 -- launch!" Mulroney commanded.

"Launch sequence initiated, launch in 5-4-3-2-1-0," the gunner counted down.

Five Cruise Missiles left their launch pods and carried their deadly loads
towards the coast.

Alarms sounded throughout the temples underground facilities.

"Missile launch detected," a computer specialist yelled. The temple's data
center had been upgraded by Dr. Takashima's assistance to a high-performance
artificial intelligence computer system that could rival with the USS
Vincent Mancroft's equipment.

Now this artificial intelligence calculated the heading of the approaching
missiles. The Cruise Missiles were fast but for the artificial intelligence
they moved at a snails pace.

Silent commands were transmitted to the TCUs that Colonel Kim had stolen
from Camp Tango. High above the temple at the mountain slope loopholes
opened. Red laser beams pierced the darkness of the rainy night and hit the
incoming missiles.

"Targets acquired!" the specialist cheered," counter measures launched."

A swarm of small torpedo-like missiles launched and headed towards the
Cruise Missiles.

"Sir, there is something on the radar..." the gunner said startled.

Five glaring explosions illuminated the sky high above the temple.

"They have taken down our missiles," Craig said in disbelieve.

"W-what? How, how is that possible?" for the first time the Commodore showed
signs of shock.

"The TCUs," Dwight said quietly.

"It must have been the TCUs," the gunner agreed," they are using our own
equipment against us."

"But.. that...that is outrageous," Mulroney ranted. "How can they, how dare
they?"

"Sir, please," Dwight tried again." Let us get back to our initial plan. My
men and I could enter the temple in a stealth operation. We would tag the
target and then our missiles could go straight for the target. The TCUs
wouldn't have time to react...and we could evacuate our men."

"Bullshit!" Mulroney grunted.

"Sir, he has a point," the gunner dared to speak up," if there are
electronic tags at the target, I can direct the missiles manually on an
erratic course. We can beat the fuckin' TCUs."

"Bullshit," the Commodore repeated. He looked at Dwight and his friends.

"If you fail I will launch a full attack with our jets. Good luck boys!" he
said grimly.

"Sir, thank you Sir," Dwight replied," we won't fail you, Sir!"

The four Rolls-Royce Allison AE2100 turboprops with the six-bladed composite
scimitar propellers lifted the C-130 J Hercules aircraft from the flight
deck. Soaring into the dark sky the bulky aircraft was shaking in the heavy
gusts in the aftermath of the taiphoon.

Dwight and his squad were dressed in full gear. Kevlar helmets with
integrated radio equipment. Live sign sensors monitoring their bodily
functions and transmitting them back to the carrier. Automatic handguns,
grenades, combat knives completed the equipment.

Their camouflage-painted faces were tense as the friends focused on the
mission. Kyle was highly concerned. They hadn't managed to find Taylor and
although his brother wouldn't have been part of the squad, Kyle would have
loved to give him a final hug before putting his ass on the line.

"There is something fuckin' wrong... ," Kyle rose from the bench and started
walking up and down the aisle. The plane had now reached full altitude and
was rapidly approaching the Nine Moon Mountains. Occasional lightning was
illuminating the rocky slopes in an eerie bluish light.

"Sit down man, " Chuck grunted," you are making me nervous. The truth was,
that Chuck was horned up as hell. His heavy cock was fully aroused from the
excitement of the danger ahead. The crossed straps of his parachute were
caressing his erection and the constant trembling of the aircraft emanating
from the powerful engines stimulated him even further.

A red light was glowing and a buzzer sounded to tell the men that the jump
was imminent. The big hatch opened.

"Shit! Get your ass on the bench," Dwight shouted at Kyle.

Suddenly disaster stroke: A lightning hit the metal body of the aircraft,
momentarily disabling all electronic devices. The pilots tried feverishly to
reboot the systems, while the plane was drifting off course.

When the Hercules reared in the grip of a powerful gust, Kyle's 240 lbs.
body was lifted. He still struggled for balance when a second blow hit the
aircraft. His head was smashed against the metal ridge of the hatch. The
friends watched in horror as he was sucked out into the open air limp as a
rag doll.

"Noooo!" Dwight shouted. But the only one who reacted was Chuck. Without
hesitation he jumped head-on after his friend.

Kyle's slack body was sailing in the wind hardly visible in the darkness.
Chuck straightened his body and aimed desperately at his friend. He was
shooting like a torpedo through the gusty winds.

Above them one by one the squad members were stepping out of the plane that
was struggling against the weather conditions. The mission was in havoc.
They were far away from their destination and to make matters worse, they
had been discovered by enemy radar and took fire from flak canons that were
positioned in the forest below the temple.

Mike and the two pilots were the last ones to step out from the tumbling
plane.

"Noooo!" Craig screamed on the carrier's bridge when the Hercules vanished
from the radar screen. Seconds later a bright fireball signaled the crash
near the beach.

"Yes! Oh my God I got you!" Chuck shouted as he managed to grab one of
Kyle's legs. Slowly and with the power of all his muscles he virtually
crawled up his friend's body.

Kyle was stirring slightly but still semi-conscious and oblivious to the
dangerous situation. Then Chuck was face to face with him. He hugged the
other Marine firmly in a close embrace.

"Hang on buddy," Chuck shouted and pulled the rip-cord.

The parachute unfolded but the descent was by far too fast. The weight of
the two heavy men pulled them down with accelerated speed. Unable to get to
Kyle's rip-cord and to unfold the second chute, Chuck threw away his handgun
and the package of heavy equipment. He didn't know, if this would help, but
at least there was less ballast pulling them down.

Then the tree tops appeared.

"Woooooowww!" Chuck howled.

The two friends were hanging embraced on each other for dear life. The
branches hit hard into their faces, ripping off the helmets and cutting into
exposed flesh. Within parts of seconds they had breached the canopy of the
pine trees. The parachute got entangled and Chuck thought his back would
break when the fall was abruptly stopped.

"Aaaargh!" he yelled in pain. The crossed straps were cutting into his
groin. For a few seconds the two men were bouncing up and down, hanging from
cracking branches. Then the chute ripped apart. Both Marines fell again into
the darkness of the forest. Briars were shredding their clothes. Chuck heard
a loud thud and realized it was his own body slamming into the muddy soil
and then his world went dark.

Meanwhile pushed by the strong gusts Mike and the two pilots were driven far
off the intended target zone. The three men had no choice but to land in a
clearing somewhere in the coastal jungle.

Dwight and Lee were the only ones who made it close to the temple. They
landed actually as planned in the anticline below the dark buildings.

"Ohhh! Shit!" When Kyle came around, his body felt as if he had been run
over by a tank. He grimaced. Slowly he got up on his elbows and looked
around. The sunlight was dimmed by the dense cover of the pine trees. A few
feet away he recognized Chuck's body. The Lance Corporal lay motionless on
his side. His uniform was shredded and the black T-Shirt hung more or less
in pieces from the muscular torso.

Kyle registered that his gear was gone as well and that his clothes were in
no better condition. Slowly he remembered being tossed against the hatch and
than he had been falling until Chuck ...

"My God Chuck! Aaaarghhhhh!" Kyle shot up only to collapse in a moaning heap
holding his sprained ankle. There was a nasty scratch on his left calf and
the leg of the camo pants was torn.

Moaning in pain he crawled towards his friend. Chuck's eyes were closed;
however, he looked peaceful as if asleep.

"Chuck! Wake up!" Kyle was shaking the Marine.

"Uhm...Wh-what has happ..." coughing and gasping Chuck blinked his eyes.

"Oh you are alive. Man I am so happy," Kyle was blubbering in happy
exaltation.

Chuck looked at his friend with a smile on his face making Kyle interrupt
his babbling.

"What?" Chuck asked.

"You saved my life, Bro," Kyle said," I will never forget that!"

"Sure, your ass is mine, I knew that already, Baby," Chuck grinned.

"You asshole!" Kyle threw his heavy body on top of his friend and kissed him
passionately. Strong hands ripped the shredded remains of the T-Shirts from
the chiseled torsos and soon the trousers had been pushed down to the
ankles.

"Ohhh! FFfuuck! Maaaan! Yeahhhh!" the two big entangled bodies rolled in the
mud accompanied by the sounds of raunchy man sex.

"Oh shit my leg! ....Too late to beg for mercy now, hehe...Fucker that's not
fair! ... Shut up and spread `em, baby ... ". The two passionately love-making
hunks were not aware that they had an audience.

Early before dawn Kua'i and Chul-Ba had left their parents' farmhouse at
Suyang-Dong to collect wood for their mother's hearth.

"I wish the monks would send us one of the big white men, to do this boring
job," Chul-Ba was grumbling.

Kua'i looked at his elder brother. Chul-Ba was 19 years old. He stood 5'
11'' tall and weighed 197 lbs. He had dark eyes and a snub nose. Usually he
was wearing a friendly smile on his broad face, but at the moment he was in
a sullen mood as always when they had to get up early. The stocky Asian had
his head shaved bald. He was wearing black cotton pants and a sleeveless red
colored vest of the same material.

Kua'i was entirely different from his brother. He had just turned 18 and was
rather shy. He was 5' 8'' tall, lanky built weighing 140 lbs. His black hair
tamed by a pony tail. Kua'i was dressed in grey cotton clothes. With his
bigger brother in common he had his dark eyes. The long lashes and the
usually melancholic look gave him a rather soft expression. The other boys
in the village often made jokes about him, at least when Chul-Ba was not
around.

Kua'i understood what his brother meant. Since recently the temple had
started to provide workers to the poor villagers. At first the farmers were
afraid of the muscular white men, who didn't speak their language. But then
they had realized that they were good-natured, almost boyish handsome and
very docile. They arrived in the wee hours of the morning and returned back
to the temple after a hard day's work in the fields or in the farmhouses.
Unfortunately their number was limited, although Gao-Ban the Abbott had told
the village eldest that soon they would have helpers in abundance. Thus for
the time being Kua'i and Chul-Ba had to continue their work on their own.

The brothers had walked far into the pine forest. The air was fresh after
the night's rain and the soil muddy. Suddenly Kua'i heard animal-like grunts
from ahead.

"That's a bear for sure," the younger brother flinched.

His brother frowned and picked a solid club from the wood they had
collected.

"No don't go. It might kill you.." Kua'i tried to hold his brother back.

"Just stay behind me..," Chul-Ba was too curious to let go now. Cautiously
the brothers crept through the bushes towards the source of the strange
sounds.

There were two big white men apparently fighting each other for dear life.
Both were naked except from the trousers which were down to their ankles and
their heavy leather boots. The men were sweating heavily. Each had managed
to trap the opponent's head between his thighs.

"They are killing each other," Kua'i was watching the scene with an open
mouth.

"I am not so sure about that," Chul-Ba whispered with a grin spreading over
his face.

"Everyone is saying, the men from the temple are nice and peaceful," Kua'i
whispered while one of the fighters managed to get behind his opponent,"
those are not peaceful."

"They are not from the temple. Look they are not wearing these skimpy black
briefs," Chul-Ba was adjusting his hardening cock," ... and they are
pleasuring each other."

"You mean they like it?" Kua'i watched as one man grimaced in obvious
delight while the other drove his manhood in and out his ass.

"Of course they like it. You see it is even better than what we are doing,
while Mom and Pa are asleep." Chul-Ba crawled a bit further to get a better
view.

"How would you know?" Kua'i was at his side in an instant.

"I am older than you and I know such things," his brother bragged.

"Only one year and you know nothing," Kua'i pouted.

Chul-Ba did not tell his brother about the visit of their cousin Ong-Ba from
Pyongyang. The 24 year-old had seduced the naïve muscle-boy in the barn
behind the farm-house. First it did hurt a lot but than Chul-Ba couldn't get
enough. Watching the heated bucking he pondered whether he could get new
pleasures from the big white strangers.

With his dick fully embedded in Kyle's tight ass, Chuck was lying heavily on
his friend's broad tattooed back. He was nibbling at Kyle's earlobe, knowing
that this drove his friend mad.

"Oh you -- you pay for th-thaaat...aaarghhh....," Kyle groaned as his control
slipped away.

"Oh really?" Chuck panted hoarsely in his ear. His hands traveled down and
seized Kyle's throbbing dick.

"You bastard!" Kyle hissed. Chuck's thumb rubbed agonizingly soft over his
sensitive penis head.

"Yeah, I am a fuckin' bastard! And I am plowing you deep, Sarge. Do you like
getting fucked by a lower rank?" Chuck mocked playfully. He thrust his hips
forward ramming his rock-hard boner as deep inside of his buddy as it would
go.

"Yes ..hard...fuck me hard man! Give it to me! Harder! More!" Kyle's eyes
rolled back  in their sockets in sheer delight. When he was with his brother
he enjoyed the bottom role, being dominated by his smaller sibling.

Whenever he and Chuck made love, however, it never was sure who would end on
top. Chuck's wrestling skills and passionate addiction to sex made up for
Kyle's heavier and more muscular frame.

This time Chuck had won the top role. He knew that the nibbling at the
earlobe combined with the steady milking of his cock would keep the bigger
Marine weak. As soon as Kyle was instinctively responding to his thrusts by
bucking his hips backwards, Chuck as well surrendered to his primal
instincts. The surroundings blurred. Heavily sweating his flushed body hang
on to his hunched friend. With closed eyes he sank his teeth into the meaty
shoulder.

"Aaawwww!" Kyle yelled in ecstasy. Chuck was pumping him now with both
hands. Again and again his aching balls connected with Kyle's when he buried
his shaft up to the hilt into his friend's ass.

Kyle's arms finally buckled, unable to bear the weight of the two bucking
bodies any longer. His cheek dug into the soft soil below. Only his ass was
pointing up receiving a relentless thrusting from his hollering mate.

"Ohhh Shit...oh ff-ffuuck..I..I amm cuummmminnnn'!" Chuck's body convulsed.
His bucking stopped abruptly while gushing his man juice up his friend's
chute. Still quivering in the grip of his climax he mechanically pumped the
meaty shaft of the moaning man below.

"UUurghh...unngghh...Ahhhhh!" Kyle howled into the muddy soil, while his white
cum spurted to the ground between his knees.

"Oh shit!" he heard Chuck's startled voice. He felt his mate's weight
lifting and the hefty dick was pulled with a soft plopping sound from his
stretched ass. Kyle slowly raised his head. Chuck was still halfway hunched
over his body.

"W-what?" then he saw as well the two Asians who had emerged from the
shrubs.

They were young. The bigger one with a bald head was wearing a bright red
sleeveless vest over his well-developed torso. His impressive biceps were
bulging. Although he was holding a wooden club he didn't look menacing. The
stocky lad was actually grinning and the bulge in the groin of his black
pants told clearly what was on his mind.

The smaller one with a boyish look waited one step behind as if he was
afraid. He was obviously thinking that his bigger friend could handle the
situation. Suddenly sober, Kyle screened the surroundings. It seemed there
were no others around and the two young men did not pose a risk for two
well-trained recon-marines.

Chuck apparently was thinking the same. He was standing upright next to Kyle
and buckled the belt of his pants. Feeling ridiculous kneeling naked with a
dripping cock, Kyle hurried to get dressed as well. Their situation was
anything but bright. They had lost all their gear and were left with
shredded T-Shirts and clad in boots and pants without any arms and no
communication devices.

"Aww! Shit!" he winced when putting his weight on his strained ankle.

Chul-Ba watched the bigger muscled man who had taken the other one's dick
grimacing. He was obviously hurt.

"We should take them to the farm," he said to his brother," after this one
is fixed, we'll have some nice helpers."

"I don't know," Kua'i hesitated," they might be dangerous."

Chuck heard the Asians talking to each other in a strange tongue.

"My friend needs help," he made a few steps towards the two young men. The
bigger Asian raised his club.

"No, no. Don't be afraid we do not mean any harm," Chuck showed his empty
hands as a sign of being unarmed.

"See, he is afraid," Chul-Ba said to his brother," they are surrendering."

The foreigner with the short-clipped hair continued to talk in his strange
language. Kua'i felt he looked almost like his brother, only bigger.

"Help his friend, " Chul-Ba motioned to the strangers to follow.

The two marines were carefully approaching. Chuck pointed at his chest.

"I am Chuck!" he said. Than he pointed at Kyle.

"This is Kyle."

"Shug," the bigger Asian repeated," Quile."

"Chul-Ba," He pointed at his chest.

"Kua'i," said his friend with a wry smile.

Chul-Ba motioned to the two Americans again to follow them.

"Where are you taking us?" Kyle hobbled holding on to Chuck's shoulder.

They came to a small clearing. The two young men had gathered fire-wood
which was left in two heaps. Chul-Ba lifted one of the heaps on his shoulder
and pointed at the other wood pile.

"Take that!" he looked at Chuck.

"He wants him to help carry that shit," Kyle said," go ahead, I get along."

Chuck lifted the second heap on to his shoulder. The smaller Asian who had
introduced himself as Kua'i took Kyle's arm and offered him to help.

"Thanks, " Kyle smiled down at the smaller Asian and Kua'i smiled back.

The dense forest was still protecting them from the heat of the day, but the
humid climate demanded its toll. Although the wood pile on his shoulder was
not very heavy Chuck was quickly working up some sweat.

He wiped his face with the back of his arm. Chul-Ba was leading them
steadily uphill. His bare feet never slipped. The big muscled biceps were
shining from sweat. Under the low hanging baggy pants Chuck could spot the
outline of a pair of nicely sculpted firm butt cheeks. Carrying the wood
pile seemingly without effort the vest had traveled upwards revealing the
Asian's smooth brown skin. From time to time Chul-Ba looked back over his
shoulder showing his spotless white teeth while grinning broadly. The big
stranger behind him was not used to that kind of work. He was huffing and
sweating profoundly.

"Shit," Chuck thought, "this boy is hot." Although he had just fucked hard,
Chuck felt his dick twitching.

Finally the forest opened and the outskirts of a village appeared.

"Suyang-Dong", Chul-Ba pointed ahead. They arrived at a small farm and
walked into the courtyard. Chul-Ba dropped his wood and nodded to Chuck to
do the same.

A door opened and a man in his mid-forties appeared.

"Dad we have found us some helpers," Chul-Ba said proudly.

"Who are they? From the temple?," his father asked, looking suspiciously at
the two strangers in their shredded clothes.

"They were in the forest," Kua'i said, "and one of them is hurt. Can't we
keep them? All the others have already one."

"They are friendly," Chul-Ba looked pleadingly at his father.

The Marines watched the older Asian nodding and pointing towards a wooden
barn on the opposite side of the yard. They smiled gratefully and turned
towards the shed when the Asian shouted at them. Startled they turned.
The man pointed at Kyle and then to the barn. Then he motioned Chuck to
follow him.

While Kua'i helped Kyle into the barn, Chul-Ba's father led Chuck and his
elder son, behind the farm house. He handed them shovels and said something
to his son.

Obviously unhappy, Chul-Ba sighed and started to work on the small strip of
cabbage field.

Chuck found the older Asian looking at him. He understood. They had to work
if they wanted to stay. He sighed like Chul-Ba and started pronging.
Chul-Ba's father grinned and turned to the house.

The sun was burning down merciless and both Chuck and Chul-Ba were working
bare-chested. They could hardly communicate but both admired the other one's
muscled body.
Once in a while they took a break and poured fresh water from a well over
their heated skin. At noon Chul-Ba's father -- Chuck knew now that his name
was Pang-Hoi -- brought some bread and dried meat.

Chul-Ba and Chuck crouched in the shade of a tree and rested. The American's
skin was sunburned and Chul-Ba's complexion looked as well darker than
before. Chul-Ba took a small jar that his father had brought and Chuck
understood that he wanted to rub him with some ointment.

Chul-Ba distributed the lotion generously across the big man's back and
shoulders. It melted with the musky sweat and the hunk's approving grunt
told him that he liked the relief provided by the treatment.

Chuck liked the cool soothing feeling of the ointment on his skin. He nodded
to Chul-Ba who was rubbing the lotion into his hard pecs. The nails
scratching on his burning skin made his loins stir. Shit he couldn't ... not
here with that boy... he didn't even know whether the Asian would be game and
the father could be back any minute.

Chul-Ba felt the muscles under his fingers tensing. The fleshy knobs in the
center of the sculpted pecs were hardening against his palms. He looked up
and found the big stranger staring down on him. The leering look of his eyes
reminded him of his cousin who had tremendously enjoyed when Chul-Ba had
played with his man tits. But here, he didn't know this big man and his
father would certainly not approve.
With a sheepish grin Chul-Ba lowered his hands and started to rub the
ointment into the chiseled abs.

During the afternoon the sky was covering with clouds. The two were working
until the first drops of rain fell on their shoulders. Then they joined Kyle
and Kua'i in the barn.

The air was hot and sticky. Kua'i and Kyle had removed their shirts. They
were sitting in the soft dry hay. Chul-Ba's brother had brought bandages and
had wrapped a herbal plaster around the Marine's strained ankle. He had by
now lost all fear and shyness. It was difficult to communicate but he did
understand that the big white man who called himself Kyle was from Amarika,
wherever this was. But it had to be a big country if all people over there
were as big as the two men.

As soon as the pain in his ankle subsided, Kyle started some light
exercises. Kua'i admired the flexing muscles of the big Marine while he was
doing push-ups.

When distant thunder announced the regular afternoon rains, Chul-Ba and the
other stranger entered. Both were sweaty from the hard work, their father
had assigned to them, but seemed to be in a good mood.

"What is he doing?" Chul-Ba looked curious at Kyle.

"I don't know," Kua'i shrugged, "he started a while ago."

"Come on, buddy, I show you some moves," Chuck patted Chul-Ba's shoulder," I
am a wrestler, ya' know?"

He dragged the confused Asian to the center of the barn and took him into a
headlock. Chul-Ba reacted instinctively. His hand reached between the
Marine's thighs and pummeled his crotch.

"Aww!" Chuck howled. He released his hold, but the butch Asian had already
seized his leg behind the knee, while pulling his shoulder down with the
other hand. Chuck's legs were flying and he landed heavily on his back in
the soft hay. Chul-Ba was staring down on him.

"Well, that was a brilliant lesson!" Kyle burst laughing and now Chul-Ba and
Kua'i started laughing as well, understanding that this was just fun and
banter.

"No, you are not supposed to hit," Chuck grimaced and rubbed his pummeled
balls. During the rest of the afternoon Chuck and Chul-Ba became wrestling
buddies and achieved an even closer understanding for the needs of their
bodies. Chuck had felt the Asian's erection through the baggy pants and his
flushed expression when he was holding him tied told Chul-Ba that the big
white man was game for some hot pleasure.

Late in the afternoon when the two were rubbing the sweat from their bodies
with some handfuls of hay, Chul-Ba took Chuck's arm and pulled him to the
door. He pointed across the yard to the farm house and to a window in the
first floor. Then grinning deviously he put his finger across his lips,
motioning silence. Chuck grinned back. He had understood the message.

Late at night the afternoon rain had turned into a heavy thunderstorm. Gusts
hammered the barn and rain poured heavily. The barn was lit by a small
lantern only. Chuck slipped his T-shirt over his head and took off the camo
pants. He handed his dog tags to Kyle.

"They make noise when you fuck. Today, I am a stealth fucker." he grinned.

"This is madness," Kyle said," didn't your sex drive get you in enough
trouble already?"

"Come on mate," Chuck said, "this is an innocent farm boy, not your vicious
`lil bro, huh. Let me have some fun and I'll be back in no time. Now you
relax and take care of your leg."

Chuck checked through a knothole in the gate whether the yard was clear.
Rain was pouring heavily and no one was outside. He gave Kyle a thumbs-up
and sneaked away.

"Crazy bastard," Kyle cursed. He hobbled to the gate and peeped through the
knothole. He watched Chuck scurrying across the yard to the farm house. His
skintight ass-hugging boxers were soaking wet and glued to his bubble butt..

Kua'i watched the big white man rushing across the yard. His brother threw a
rope from the window. The grinning hunk climbed up in no time. He didn't
need his naked feet and just relied on the strength of his arms. His white
muscular body was glistening wet in the occasional flashing light of
lightning. He threw one knee over the window ledge and a moment later he was
inside.

Chul-Ba pointed invitingly to a bed in a corner. The Asian was naked already
and Chuck wasted no time to slip from the wet boxers. Kua'i was naked as
well. He was kneeling on his bed and watched with wide open eyes.

The big man kneeled between Chul-Ba's brawny thighs and squeezed the firm
butt cheeks. Kua'i heard his big brother coo in obvious delight. Chuck
spread the buttocks and spit a glob of his saliva into the smooth chute. It
was at this moment when Chul-Ba realized that he was about to be fucked.

"No!" he wanted to rear up in protest, but Chuck's strong hand pushed him
down on the bed. His other hand was reaming the spit along the ass crack.

"Uuuh!" Chul-Ba moaned. Incredible sensations spread from his rubbed
sphincter throughout his body. His dick was hardening into an instant
erection. Kua'i had never before seen his brother dominated like now in the
hands of the big white stranger. Chul-Ba's arms and legs were writhing out
of control. His bald head came up and he looked deliriously at his younger
brother until a wave of lust forced him down, letting him bite into his
pillow.

Chuck realized that he had the hunky Asian under his control. He could
easily conquer the young stud right now, but the desperate wriggling turned
him on as well. So he decided to extend the farm boy's sexual torture.

"You will remember that night for all your life, baby," Chuck rasped
hoarsely and let his body fall heavily on the moaning muscle boy. Chul-Ba
tried a weak escape with the little resistance that was left in him, but
then Chuck reached down and when he felt a finger poking at his sphincter,
the young Asian went slack in surrender.
Chuck covered the shoulders of his prey with soft bites. He nibbled the ear
lobes and smothered the wincing youngster with kisses.

In the end Kua'i had to watch as the big stranger turned his brother on his
back. He was holding Chul-Ba's ankles and spread the legs, exposing the
puckered hole. Kua'i's brother wriggled weakly, but there was no doubt he
was primed for the taking. Chuck spat again between the sweaty cheeks and
moved in position to fuck. He leaned forward taking Chul-Ba's legs with him
down until the boy's knees almost touched his ears.

The Marine covered the Asian's mouth with a passionate kiss and waited until
the resisting sphincter muscle relaxed. One well-trained thrust and the farm
boy was his.

Chul-Ba was surprised. It had hurt much more when his cousin had deflowered
him. When the stranger started to buck he found himself eagerly responding.
Deep inside of him was a spot that sent shockwaves into his system when the
dick hit it. Chul-Ba tried to accommodate the bucking man above him in a way
that he was thrusting into that pleasure center as often as possible. His
arms closed around the stranger's neck and he kissed him back as hot and
passionately as the big man had started it.

Chuck was pleasantly surprised how quickly the Asian adapted. Without
breaking the kiss he reached under Chul-Ba's body and pulled the younger man
into a tight embrace.

Kua'i watched amazed the big man turning himself under his brother. Chul-Ba
understood fast and soon he was riding Chuck's dick as if he had done this
for all his life. The bed was squeaking and shaking under the pounding
bodies. Chul-Ba lost it. Like a mad man he hammered his fists on Chuck's
heaving pecs. The Marine grinned and caught his wrists. The Asian was
bouncing like a rag doll on the bucking American sex machine.

Chul-Ba's dick was bouncing again and again on Chuck's tight six-pack until
he reached an incredible climax without even touching his cock.

"Aaarghhh!..Uuuhhhhh!" Kua'i's brother howled, while his cum gushed from his
dick across Chuck's chest and some spurts even hit his face.

"Uuunghhh! Fuuckkkk!" tasting the Asian's cum in his mouth pushed the horny
Marine over the edge as well. He exploded inside of the farm boy's rectum,
seeding him thoroughly with his man juice. Chul-Ba collapsed on top of him
into the puddle of his own cum.

The stranger had provided him the best climax he had ever had in his life.
Gratefully he started to kiss him and nibbled lasciviously at his lips.

"You greedy bitch. Your are insatiable, huh?" Chuck grinned. He was still
shuddering in post-climatic spasms. The Asian grinned back and slipped from
his body until he lay closely next to him. Chuck found his head huddled in
the crook of Chul-Ba's strong arm.

The Asian kissed him. First softly, tempting and then more demanding and
firm. Chul-Ba's fingers twisted Chuck's man tits. The knobs were still
standing from the arousal of the recent orgasm.

"Uhmmmm!" Chuck groaned while his tongue struggled with the Asian's. He
arched his back when his sensitive nipples were stimulated.

"Kiss his tits!" Chul-Ba interrupted his kiss for an instant and looked at
his brother, who was watching the scene from his bed. Hesitantly Kua'i
climbed into the other bed and joined the two hunks. The pungent smell of
raunchy man sex was overwhelming. Kua'i felt a pulse in his loins. Slowly he
crawled over Chuck's sprawled frame and took one nipple between his lips.

"Unnghh!" The big man reacted with a guttural groan. His back arched up
again. Encouraged that his stimulation was so well received, the smaller
Asian took the swollen man tit between his teeth and let his tongue play
with it.

"Oh yeah that feels soo fuckin' good," Chuck's head lolled right and left.
His hand caressed Kua'i's shoulder.

Chul-Ba was rock-hard again. Slowly he reached down to Chuck's knee bend and
pulled the big leg up. He broke the kiss and slipped his thumb between the
white hunk's lips, who started sucking vacantly.

"Hold him!" Chul-Ba made his brother hold the tattoo-circled calf high.

Remembering what had been done to him earlier he spat on his finger and slid
it between the spread butt cheeks.

"Yeah..uhh yeah, huh..huh" there was almost a sobbing when Chul-Ba's finger
nails scratched softly the rosy puckered hole. Chul-Ba closed his palm
around the plum-sized nutsac and kneaded it softly. His tongue was now
licking Chuck's arm pit.

The big body started to writhe in delirious agony. Kua'i licked and twisted
the hard man tits, making them sizzle with soft bites. Chuck was swept away.
He had surrendered himself completely to the various stimulations that hit
him from different angles.

He realized that his cock was slowly jacked and looked up into the smiling
face of Chul-Ba who had his warm body cuddled at his side. Then he couldn't
resist anymore. The stimulations were too intense. His cock twitched in
Chul-Ba's fist and launched a flying stream of his seed into the air. Again
and again he came all over his body and the brothers needed all their
strength to hold the convulsing man down.

His sphincter opened and closed during the climax and offered no resistance
when Chul-Ba pushed his cock against the quivering ass ring. The Asian just
waited for the right moment and was virtually sucked into Chuck's rectum.

The Marine's eyes opened in surprise. He realized that he had been taken and
now he tried to shake of the sexual stupor that was holding him defenseless
in its grip. Chul-Ba felt the powerful body stiffening, but he had learned
what he had to do. His narrow hips were thrusting up burying his dick up to
the hilt in the big man's asshole.

"Fuck! Uhhh!" the startled cry told him that he had struck gold. He thrust
again and tried to keep a steady rhythm, pounding Chuck's love button
relentlessly.

Chuck's body flipped on the bed out of control. Chul-Ba needed all his
strength to stay inside the howling hunk.

"Pump his dick!" he gasped and Kua'i closed both hands around Chuck's
throbbing boner. The conquest was complete. Kua'i watched the big nuts
attaching themselves tightly to the base of the shaft that was gliding
through his hands. He was treating the big stranger in the same way as his
brother liked it, holding the testicles in a firm grip while jerking the
other hand up alongside the shaft until the ring of his thumb and index
finger was closing tightly below the ballooning mushroom head. Then he slid
his hand agonizingly slow over the hypersensitive glans, squeezing tiny
drops of clear liquid from the gaping piss slit. He repeated this until
Chuck thought his brain was on fire.

The tight ass clenched almost painfully around Chul-Ba's dick when Chuck
gave up another load of his man juice. This time the thrill of his orgasm
was so intense that the two brothers couldn't hold him down anymore. His
torso reared up in pure ecstasy and he looked right into the angry face of
Pang-Hoi. There were other men in the room and the brothers were pulled from
his body.

His dick was still oozing cum when his wrists were tied by hemp ropes. His
furious cry was silenced by a gag from his boxers. Then his ankles were
tethered and before he knew it he was hanging like a caught beast from a
bamboo stick that was pushed between his arms and legs.

The men carried their dangling prey down into the courtyard. Chuck
recognized in desperation Kyle hanging tethered from another bamboo stick.
Helpless they were carried away towards the dark building of the temple that
was rising above the village.


(... to be continued)