Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 03:38:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Edward Chong <edwardchong21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beneath Blue Eyes

Disclaimer: The following account is a fictional story of sex between men.
If you are not allowed to read such stories by any reasons, do not do so.
Otherwise, enjoy. The story is mostly about the act of fucking between two,
three, and four men/boys. There are also some fictional scenes about
tortures being done to Prisoners Of War (POW). Please note that none of
these are real, none of them inspired by anything but my sick twisted mind,
and none of them practice safe sex. I strongly implore you to practice safe
sex all the time, and this is nothing but a story. Real life can be very
different. If the language seems to be a little off, that is intended. It
is meant to express the characteristic of the story. Any comments and
feedbacks are welcomed.


	No one knows what it's like to feel the way I am feeling right now,
looking into those deep blue eyes, with so much mysteries hidden
underneath, with so much love unshown, and scars unhealed. It captivates
me. It binds me in its spell. All I want to do is look into those eyes, and
have it looking back at me, with much the same love and admiration as I
have shown it, but that is not to be. He will never love me the way I love
him. I may have his body, but I will never have his soul. I will never have
what's beneath those blue eyes.

	"Don't leave me." I say. "I love you. I don't care if you fool
around outside. I don't care if you are unfaithful to me. I don't care if
you want me to be your slave, just don't leave me."
	"You know I cannot give you what you need." He says.
	"I know, but having some of you is still better than having none of
you at all."
	"It's not fair to you. It's not fair and you know I cannot stop
doing those things. You cannot change what I have become."
	"Maybe not, but I can try. And if I fail, I can wait for you to
change by yourself. And if that takes a million years, I will wait for
you. And if you won't change, then I will take you for who you are. Just
don't leave me."
	"Why do you hurt yourself over me?"
	"Because I love you."
	"You know I don't feel the same way."
	"I know, but that does not matter. I may not have your heart, but
having your body is half the battle won."
	"You are just a fuckhole for me, you know that."
	"Yes. So fuck me. Fill my hole."

	And fuck me he did. With one single push, his giant cock was in
me. I gasp still, even after so many times being plugged by that huge
weapon, I gasp still. The sheer volume of it fills my inner sanctum. I feel
it throbs. I feel its warmth. When he moves, when he pulls out his love
pole, I feel the vacuum inside me, the emptiness he leaves inside, only to
be rewarded by the satisfactory fulfillment of his man meat sliding back
in, filling me once more, filling the hole(s) inside of me, and brushing at
my most sensitive spots, sending shockwaves of pleasures up and down my
spine, all over my body.
	He fucks rough. He pistons his cock in and out of me faster and
faster. No foreplay. No finger fucking. No worshipping his cock with my
mouth. He likes to go in dry and he doesn't like to use protection. He
doesn't play with my nipples or nibble at my ears and neck when he is
fucking me doggy style. He doesn't reach around and masturbates me, or give
gentle squeezes at my balls. He doesn't kiss, or stick a finger into my
mouth. He just fucks.
	He doesn't like missionary style, but neither does he like doggy
style. He likes me on my side, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder,
spreading my ass wide open for his cock to spear me in and out, over and
over. My arms would flail around as he pump me with his cock, unable to
take the pleasure he is providing me. One hand holding on to my uprise leg
and the other over my shoulder, he would just slide his cock in and out, in
and out, sometimes he will twist to the sides a little, but always in and
out, in and out, sometimes rapidly and with short jabs, but always in and
out, in and out, sometimes long and slow strokes, but always in and out, in
and out.
	He would fuck me this way, and when he sense that I am about to
cum, he would flip me on my back, made me look at him, and keeps on pumping
me. With both hands, he would clasp them around my hard cock, and began to
rub them like he was trying to make a fire from stick and stones. The
famous boy scout manouvre. Just before I reach climax, he would grab my
cock with both his hands, and pump all the way up, then all the way
down. The pain is excruciating, the way he pulls on it, and the orgasm will
cum, my ejaculation activated, sperms will flow from my balls into the
ducts, soon mix with fluids produced by the prostate, and the length of my
cock will shoot the cum out of my body, flying everywhere, landing on both
of our entwined bodies.
	He would keep doing this long after my orgasm has ended, which will
turn it into torture, and my ass muscles will continue to contract,
massaging his cock that is still pumping into me, and eventually will bring
him to the climax he is seeking, and with one roar, he would let go of my
cock, grab my hips with both his hands, sometimes digging the flesh with
his fingernails, and pump gallons of cum into my bowels. He would keep
fucking me as he cums, and even after he cums. He would keep fucking until
he can fuck no more, until his cock is soft and finally shrinks out of my
ass with audible popping sounds.
	But sometimes, like today, he would stay hard even after orgasm and
keeps on fucking. He would repeat the scenario all over again. Me on my
side, one leg up his shoulder, he would use his own cum to lubricate his
pumping, and this time it will last longer. He would fuck me till I get
hard again. He would fuck me till I cum again. He would fuck me again and
again until he cums again, and if he is still hard after that, he would do
it all over again.

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	I don't understand it. Why would he risk everything to want me? Why
am I so important to him? He knows of my past. He knows what I have been
through when I was a POW. They broke me. They tortured me everyday.
Sexually. I was fucked, made to be a cocksucker and a slave to their cruel
soldiers. And when I didn't co-operate, they were only too happy to put me
through their demented tortures. I was shaved from head to toe, kept naked
all the time. They had a security collar around my neck that disabled me
from going over the other side of the fence, unless I want my brain to be
fried.
	Sometimes they would just fuck me and leave me. Sometimes, they
would strap me to a chair or down on a table, crush my balls just to hear
me scream, whip my cock just to see me cry. They would put crocodile clamps
on my nipples and connect them to batteries that shocked me into a trance,
then they would let me rest, and then do it all over again. When I fought
them, I would be brought to the field, hung up between two posts, whipped
and lashed, flogged and caned, and after they were done, they would leave
me there for hours, sometimes even days.
	How many times have I wanted to take my own life when I was in that
camp? I lost count. But they were only thoughts. I could never have done
it, not because I didn't have the guts to, but didn't have the chance
to. They have our wrists and ankles secure at all times, even when they are
using us as sex toys. I was once thrown naked on a table, ankles chained
together, my head and hands held by a metal bar, and I could only scream
when the Major fucked me mercilessly, then his Sergeant, then his
Luitenant, then the entire corp. They did it in the cafeteria until it was
chow time. I was pushed to a corner as they ate. I sat there hungry, my ass
bruised, watching them eat. That was the day I lost my soul.
	And he wanted me to change? He believed his love can restore my
soul? I am incapable of love. When the war ended and we were freed from the
POW camp, most of us are no longer who we used to be. I resigned from the
army not long after, and spent my time wandering from place to place. I
don't have any family. That's why I joined the army. I prowl the streets
and bars, looking for pretty innoncent boys to pick up, then I will follow
them back to their place and I will fuck them until they are a whimpering
mess like how I was reduced to.
	Sometimes they are kinky, and asks me to tie them up or use clamps
on them. Some wants me to go rough, whip them, torture them. I took it out
on them. What they did to me I repaid it to these boys. They are always
willing. Even as I sit here in this dingy bar in the middle of nowhere, I
have already spotted two cute boys staring at me. One is kinky, I can tell
by the chains he wears on his hip. The other likes vanilla. I can tell. I
have fucked so many before, and there will be so many more to come. So you
see, I cannot be faithful. I cannot change. I have lost my soul and now I
just want to fuck. I just want to pay back what they did to me. I want to
fuck all of them as how they fucked me.
	So I followed the first boy home, after asking the second boy to
join us. As I mentioned, the first one is kinky. The moment we are in his
house, he wanted me to tie him up and then slash his clothes open. I did
just that, and left him there as I fuck the second boy in front of him. I
push and pull my cock out of that sweet ass right in front him, and there
was nothing he could do to change the situation. He was tied spread-eagle
to the bed, I gagged him with his own underwear, and no one is playing with
him. After I was done with the second boy, I had him suck the tied-up
guy. I needed a rest before the night is over, and the night is far from
over. I noticed that fact when I saw who was standing at the door.
	The kid tied-up on the bed was screaming as much as his gag allowed
him, letting his father seeing him in such a predicament. But I was even
more shocked than he is, meeting my former General this way. We left the
kids to their own games, and I sat down with him for a drink and a talk he
had long wanted to have with me ever since the day I gave him that
resignation letter. I didn't pour my heart out to him, but he knew all that
has happened to us who were in the POW camp. It seems, I am the only one
still surviving. The rest killed themselves long ago. Can't say I am
surprised.
	The General didn't play around. He opened his pants and pulled out
his long cock, beckoning me to move over there and suck him. Maybe it was
instinct from my time as a POW, maybe I really wanted it, because I just
got off my seat, moved to him, sank down to my knees, and gently began to
service him. Nestled his balls on my tongue I bathe them and suck on
them. I enveloped his cock with my moist mouth and apply sucking pressure
and pleasure until the General was moaning loudly.
	When the foreplay was complete, he grabbed me by the waist, turned
me around, and pushed me down on his big cock. I was impaled on it, sitting
on his lap, as he began to thrust his hip up and down, up and down. With
both hands, he went up to my nipples and pinch each of them in each
hand. He was pumping me hard and I was bumping up and down on his lap as
his son and the cute boy from the bar came in. He called his son over to
suck me, and the other kid to rim his son's ass. No one was complaining.
	When he thought we were ready, he had the kid braced against a
table, then directing his son to slid his cock into the kid, but don't
start fucking yet. He then stood up with me still impaled on him, his body
dwarves mine, he moved us towards the two kids and inserted my cock into
his son's asshole. When we were in place, he began to fuck. Each thrust
into my ass made me fuck his son, and in turn made his son fuck the kid
last on the line. He kept this four-man-fuck-sandwich moving for a long
time, until his son shot a load into the kid's ass, then I shot a load into
his son's ass, and finally he shot a load into mine.
	The kid last on the line was still hard and hasn't shot his load,
so we held him down and the General sucked him off, twice
consecutively. The kid was a crying mess when we were done with him. I
still remember how they used to milk us in that POW camp. Why they needed
our semen sample, I have no idea. We would be strapped down to a chair and
a machine would be attached to out cocks, and once started, it would make
us cum and cum and cum. We were always in a group of five when these
milking sessions were in order, so we would watch and hear each other curse
and scream as semen were extracted from our balls over and over again.

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	Did I make him mad? He just left after fucking me. He didn't say a
word. I know what he has been through. I am no soldier but I know what he
has been through. And even if I don't, I don't care. It is him that I
want. That look he gives me. His beautiful blue eyes that seem to be so
empty. I know his soul could still be saved. I know there is still
something left in him. I know if I could just get in there, inside him, I
would be able to set it free and bring him back to the man he once was. Not
that he is not a man right now, with his perfected muscled body, his crew
cut, deep-seated jaws and giant cock and balls that would plow me into
oblivion, he is all man.
	Even though he just fucked me twice, it makes me so horny just
thinking about his body. My ass tickles. I can finger fuck myself, because
his cum is still wet inside me. Ahh, a finger inside my ass feels so loose,
two is better. No matter how I twist and turn and push and pull my fingers
into my ass, I can never reach the deepest part of me that can only be
reached when he is fucking me. Yes, playing with myself on the bed, doggy
style, three fingers up my ass, thinking of him, makes me so hot. I am
thinking of him. I want him. I want him walking through that door right
now.
	And he does. There he stood, looking at me, playing with myself. He
didn't say a word. The light behind him and the darkness inside the room
made me unable to see his face, but the silhouette of his body is so
erotic, so arousing to me that I turned around, and push my ass up in the
air, presenting it to him. I heard him remove his clothes, I heard him
moving closer to me, and I felt it as he pushed his cock into my ass, and
began pumping me.
	The bed shook by the force of his fucking. Both his hands on my
back, he pushes his waist back and forward, back and forward, thrusting his
cock into my ass, and pounding on my prostate. I moaned and groaned out
loud, not ashamed of the pleasure my body is experiencing. His fucking grow
faster and stronger, and then I felt him tensed, and he cummed again into
my welcoming ass. He collasped on top of me, and I supported our weight on
all four. And I thought I heard him cry.
	I slowly place him down on the bed, letting him rest, his
tears-stained face finally relax. He looked up at me and I thought I saw
something there. Something there, beneath those blue eyes.


Author's Note: Please bear in mind that this is a fictional story, and the
danger or STDs and AIDS does not apply. Always practice safe sex. Any
comments welcomed.