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 Title: Two men and one boy - Story 2
Status: Work in progress...  all messed up :-)
Codes: MMb, rape, anal, oral, pain, violence, you get the idea
Outline: When a combat mission goes foobar, two soldiers take their
revenge and make the most of it.  'It' being a five year old boy.
Suggestor: davies_michael10@sky.com (Mike)

   "Fuck!" Frank muttered softly as he crawled over the ridge of the hill
and scouted the redneck survivalist/preppers camp (or as HQ liked to call
them: rebel forces) below him.  He nudged his only leftover teammate Tom
and pointed down below.

   Tom aimed his sniper-rifle at the camp and saw the same Frank just had.
The remaining four preppers/rebels had lined up all their own dead (a quick
count amounted to just about thirty or so, adults, teens and kids included)
and those of the Oscar-company.  Another quick count told Tom that he and
Frank were now the remains of the Oscar-company.  "The bastards got them
all..." he whispered to Frank.  How this mission had been foobar-ed with
their teammates ending up all dead, was not important at the moment.  They
needed to dispose of the rebels before they got inside their bunker again.
Once inside Tom and Frank were never going to be able to get them.  While
the three men near the bunker were busy dousing the corpses in petrol, the
remaining woman was preparing something like a flamethrower that she
retrieved from a barn next to the bunker.  This was their chance!  "Pattern
Victor-five!" Frank told Tom.  Tom clicked one the silencer of his rifle
and within seconds Frank was ready as well.  When the men finished pouring
the petrol and the woman set fire to the pile of corpses, they made their
move.  With Frank taking out the man closest to the bunker, Tom had more
time for both his kills.  The first one fell on his knees as he tried in
vain to grab his throat and stop the bleeding where the round had punched a
two inch hole through his neck.  The second guy almost made it and as his
round hit him in the head, the stumbled across the doorway.  Only then the
woman, busy with the flamethrower, noticed something was amiss.  Frank
cursed as the woman threw down the device and speedily zig-zagged towards
the door of the bunker.  Gone was the opportunity for a clean kill.  With
his thumb he switch his rifle to burst-mode and pressed the trigger one
more.  A satisfied smile appeared on his face as the five round burst did
its job.  Two missed, but the remaining three each hit the woman in her
upper body.  She tumbled on the ground, but was already dead before she
stopped sliding.

   When walking down the hill the two men kept looking for any rebels they
might have missed, but the four they killed were indeed all that was left.
The pile of bodies was now burning fiercely and without any word between
the two of them, they threw the three men and one woman (actually just a
grown up teenager from the looks of her slim, not yet completely developed
torso) on the pile.  Despite the grim situation Frank and Tom could not
help admiring the oldest of the three dead guys who looked way past his
fifties, when they noticed that he and the young woman wore the same
wedding rings.  "Hell, yeah...  I'd fuck that skinny, small-titted teengirl
any day of the week as well" Frank thought by himself.  Somehow the girl in
the fire remembered him somewhat of the twins of their (now former, god
rest his soul) Sergeant.  That girl and boy should be six or seven by
now... the last time, must have been about two years ago, he had met them,
they both had climbed very innocently and very naked on his lap... 
especially the boy had been curious about the growing lump between Franks
legs...

   "Damn!...  we need some comms!" Tom said as he kicked against the broken
field-unit from their company.  "HQ doesn't know squat about our status and
won't begin searching for a week or so".  Frank, broken away from his
memories, nodded and suddenly spun around as he heard a creaking sound
behind him.  "Mommy!  Daddy!" The little boy, dressed in something
resembling a combat-dress, could not have been older than six.  Screaming
he made his way from the bunker to edge of the fire where the immature
skinny teengirl and her older hubby were reduced to burned up meat and
charred bones.  "Mommy?" Tom spoke as he swiftly and almost casually kicked
the legs away from under the boy when he tried to pass him.  "Damn...  that
young bitch could not have been any older than twelve or thirteen, when the
old guy knocked her up!" Frank filled in the unspoken thoughts from Tom. 
And Tom continued, "Hell yeah, sometimes these fucking redneck rebs have
good ideas...  if they are old enough to bleed, they are old enough to
breed..." Frank looked surprised for a moment at his teammate, he had never
realized before Tom might be interested in stuff that young as well.

   As the kid scrambled to get up again, Frank bore down on him.  With an
'oomph' as the boys small lungs collapsed under weight of the grown man,
the young boy gasped for breath while the two mature men tied his hands
behind his back and finally his legs together.  "Let me go!  Ouch...  you
are hurting me!!" the boy continued to scream.  "I want my mommy!!" and he
broke down crying.  The pulled back hood of the combat-dress revealed the
tear stricken, red and puffy face of a blond haired, blue eyed
pre-pubescent boy.

   "Let's get this little rebel inside, hahaha!" Tom said as he grabbed the
hairs of the boy ans started to drag him into the bunker.  The boy started
screaming and howling loudly again as only his feet touched the ground and
the skin on his head was misused by Tom pulling him along.  Frank monitored
the surroundings for a few more moments and then followed Tom and the young
boy into the bunker.  With a satisfying 'thunk' the door closed behind him
and after he locked it he knew that for the moment Tom and he were safe.

   Once Frank entered the main room of the bunker, he noticed that Tom had
thrown the boy on one of the beds.  While Tom rummaged through the papers
on the computer desk, Frank looked at the young blonde kid.  The
combat-dress had not really lived up to its name.  While the kid had been
dragged along, the top of it had torn in several places.  Frank saw a white
colored, slightly rounded boy-tummy through one gash and a delightfully
pink nipple through another.  The over-sized combat-dress hid most of his
other features, except of course his red, tear stained face and light blue
eyes, both surrounded by thin cloud of hair that reached almost to his
shoulders.  With his hands still bound painfully behind his back, the look
on the boys face was a mixture of pain, doubt, sadness and uncertainty. 
Through his half open mouth he breathed quickly and shallow.  He looks like
a trapped rabbit, Frank thought and felt his cock twitch inside his pants.

   "Anything useful in there?" Frank asked Tom.  "Nope...  at least nothing
that needs to get to HQ at once...  I still need to search it more
thoroughly later, but that can wait for a while.  At least the radio seems
to be working!" And he patted on the black box.  "But, now I need something
to eat and drink!" Tom answered and shifted his attention from the radio
and the paper-filled desk and table to the area that looked like the
kitchen.  "How's our little rebel holding out?" he asked while searching
the cupboards and shelves.  Frank looked again at the small boy on the bed.
"He'll live...  for now..." The last part he added just to keep the boy on
edge.  He kicked the bound legs as the dangled over the edge of the bed. 
"Hey, what's your name?" The boy winched in pain as the big army boot hit
his knees.  "Ow!" and he drew in a sharp breath.  "Eh..  eh...  I am Pete
Reynolds...  Sir..." he hesitantly finished the sentence, not having any
idea what his near future would behold, but being respectful never hurts he
thought...  "And your age, Pete?" "Five, Sir..  but six next month!" Frank
smiled at the typical childish remark about his age.

   "Catch!" Frank turned around at the yell from Tom, just in time to grab
some bread and a can of condensed milk that came flying towards him out of
the air.  Silent and consumed by their own thoughts about the events and
their possible continuation Frank and Tom ate and drank their first decent
amount of food for almost 2 days.  The five year old Pete looked hungry at
the two grown men, since he had missed lunch because of the attack, but he
did not dare to ask for some food or drink.  Besides, he was used at
irregular meals.

   Tom looked at Pete and grinned.  "If you want to eat later on, you will
have to earn it first, little reb!" The boy looked puzzled but still
scared. Pete wondered what he could do for the men.  "You can start earning
by answering some more questions...  That woman was your mom?  How old was
she?" Tom asked.  "Eighteen, Sir.  And, yes, she was my mother." Tears
welled up again in Pete's eyes as he remember the last he has seen of her.
"And your father?  The old man?" "Snif...  yes...  snif!  Dad was
fifty-six...  snif!" Pete confirmed the bond between the teenagegirl and
the old guy.  "Shiiiiit...." Frank exclaimed.  "The old bastard knocked up
that girl at twelve indeed when he was already fifty!" He felt his cock
twitch at the idea of fucking such a young kid.  Without much thought he
slid his hand in his pants and adjusted his tool.  Despite popular belief,
they did not 'go commando' on missions like these and so his dick needed
some relief as it grew folded up in his briefs.  Then Tom spoke again: "We
can do better than that, you know..." and he looked leeringly at Pete tied
on the bed.  "Maybe we cannot knock him up...  hehehe...  but then again,
he isn't twelve anyway...  hehehe!"

   Frank nodded slowly as he started to understand the idea from Tom.  Hell
yeah...  Nobody knew the boy was still alive and the pile of corpses
outside would burn into the better part of the night anyway...  Nobody ever
needed to know the boy has survived the initial attack!

   Pete heard the men speak, but the innuendos and his final fate were
completely lost on him.  However, the look in their eyes was the same when
Dad would send him way because 'he needed some cuddle-time alone with
Mommy'.  But he did not understand why the men looked so intensely at him,
he was no girl, so they could not cuddle with him....  could they?

   Frank walked towards the young boy who involuntarily crawled a bit
backwards on the bed.  "What do you say, Pete?  How about some fun with the
both of us?  Just like your Mommy and Daddy?  Hehehe!" With a quick draw he
retrieved his throwing knife from his boot, grabbed the legs of the five
year old and lifted them up.  Pete gasped for breath as his bound legs were
lifted and only his shoulders and neck, almost folded double now, touched
the mattress.  "But," the big man continued, "Just don't go anywhere! 
Hehehe!" Tom grinned at the table as he understood that the little boy had
no way to escape anyway.  The locks on the only door were too high placed
for his reach of about 5 feet.  "No, Sir..." Pete mumbled uncertain, still
hanging upside down.  He felt vulnerable and still had no idea about the
final intentions of the two soldiers.  With a quick motion Frank cut way
the ropes from both ankles and wrists.  As Pete's arms had become numb,
they simply fell down next to his head.  "Ow...  ouch..." Pete moaned from
the stinging sensations in his arms and wrists when the blood started to
flow again.  Then Frank released his ankles as feel and like a small doll,
the blonde boy fell back on the bed.  While the adult male started to
remove his shirt slowly, Tom, who had already removed his shirt when Frank
cut the boy loose, came closer and addressed the scared looking kid. 
"Strip, little rebel!  Remove those shoes and combat-suit...  NOW!" He
barked as Pete did not start soon enough in his opinion.  Both he and Frank
smiled while Pete fumbled nervous with his shoes before he managed to
remove them.  Barefooted he sat on the bed.  Then Pete continued with the
tattered remains of the top from his combat-suit.  His arms and hands still
hurt from the lack of blood, but he was able to move them already and with
some groaning he slowly managed to bare his upper body.

   The difference between the two grown men and the one young boy was
obvious.  The brown haired Tom and black haired Frank both had sturdy,
broad, muscular bodies from their training and exercises at the base.  Both
men had ample body hair, that was clearly visible where it sprang up on
their chest, on and under their arms, and even on the treasure trail that
led from their bellybuttons on downward...  In contrast, the slim, almost
skinny, blonde haired five year old boy had a hairless torso smooth as silk
and, surprising for a boy of his age, not one single bruise.  "Hmmm...  so
cute..." Tom uttered as he saw the boy look nervous from one man to the
other, and felt a twitch in his crotch.  Tom always did have an urge for
young stuff..  being it girls or boys...  And to his delight it seemed his
only surviving teammate Frank, who now openly adjusted his dick inside his
pants, did as well.

   Pete was indeed not at ease, as the way the men were looking at him and
behaving themselves, was quite different from the way his mom or dad always
had done.  Unfortunately that triggered the thought that both his parents
were being burned outside with the rest of his group, and it made the 5
year old boy almost start to cry again.  He wiped his eyes and nose and
continued with removing his clothes.  As the blood has now returned to his
hands, he was able to open up and remove the pants of his combat-suit as
well.  Dressed in only white boy-briefs he now stood on the mattress and
had a little trouble balancing himself of his wobbly underground.  His thin
legs moved ever so slightly as he looked again back and forth between the
grown men.

   "S-s-s-s-s-weeeeeet..." Frank hissed softly through his teeth.  "As
nervous as a filly...  hehehe!  Just relax, Pete...  it's going to be just
fine..." he tried to reassure the boy, who was now looking at Tom again as
the brown haired man now removed his pants.  Despite their company not
being part of the commando-troupes, they did use some of their techniques.
One of them being 'going commando' on combatmissions.  So, Pete got quite
an eyeful of the already semi-erect dick from Tom, once the pants dropped.
Tom noticed him looking "What's that, boy?  Never saw a grown mans pecker
before?  Hehehe!" And with a playful gesture he made a grab for the briefs
of Pete, who just managed to grab one side of them in preventing that Tom
pulled them all the way down.  The elastic band of the briefs now ran from
his left hip, where Pete held on to it, to halfway his right thigh, where
Tom pulled on it, right across the small boy-dick of Pete.  "Let go!" the
boy yelled in surprise and anger.  But Tom grabbed the thigh and the briefs
of the boy firmer and grinned.  "What'ya gonna do about it, little reb?" as
he kept looking at the hairless crotch of the young boy.  Behind him Frank
also removed his remaining piece of garment and now the only one dressed
was Pete with his briefs drawn tightly across crotch and ass.  With both
grown men naked, Pete did not know where to look...  two big male cocks,
each getting stiffer and more erect by the second were now in full view...
Just like himself the two men had both been circumcised and the thicker,
purple colored tips of their cocks were in plain sight.  If Pete had been a
bit older and more educated by his father or perhaps the other kids of the
rebel-camp, he would have realized that Frank was more of a 'shower' with a
limp cock of just under five inch, and Tom a typical 'grower' due to his
starting size of three inch.  Not that is mattered much, because both adult
cocks were now rapidly reaching their erect sizes of just over six inch
each.  To the careful observer, Frank may have been a tad longer, but Tom
compensated that with a smidgen more girth.  However, Pete was not one of
those and he only looked at the firm pieces of man-flesh pointing at him.

   "It's ok, Pete!" Frank played his part of 'good cop' again.  "It's just
us guys here...  No need to hold on to those briefs of you...." While the
young boy considered the suggestion, Tom just gave a violent pull on the
underwear and with a ripping sound it tore in half, thereby ending any
future attempt of Pete hiding his boy-dick anyway.  Pete's boy-cock now
dangled in front of his small, tight hairless scrotum and Tom drew in a
quick breath when he looked closely at the not even two inch cock that
moved before his eyes.  As Pete shyly stepped out of the remains of his
torn briefs, Tom and Frank joined him on the mattress.  Frank sat down
against the wall and Tom pushed the boy backwards between the stretched out
legs and onto the lap of his teammate.  "Mmmmm...." Frank crooned as the
small buttocks from Pete slid over his thighs before they ended up pushing
against his upward rising cock.  "You do have a nice ass, Pete!" The boy
murmured something that could have resembled a thank-you, but wriggled
uncomfortably with that same nice ass when he felt the large piece of firm
but smooth feeling man-flesh settle in his butt-crack.  He giggled a bit
when the black curly pubic hairs of the big, muscular man behind him
tickled his sensitive boy-ass and his even more ticklish anus.

   "See, it's not that bad?  Is it?" Frank continued as he rubbed the slim
boy sitting on his crotch and felt the smooth skin and slender muscles
beneath his rough hands.  He then took Pete in a firm bear-hug and kissed
the startled boy in his neck and when Pete turned around to say something,
Frank simple planted his big mouth on the small lips of the five year old.
All that left the mouth from the kid was a surprised groan.  That groan
intensified as Frank pushed his tongue inside the little boys mouth.  He
tried to turn away, to end the invasion of his mouth, but suddenly
stiffened.  As Frank has been kissing the boy, Tom had come closer and now
cupped the scrotum and cock of Pete in his big strong hand.  With the
gentle kneading of private parts and the male tongue penetrating deep in
the mouth of the boy, Pete was totally overwhelmed by the new sensations
racing through his body.  His cock itched and felt as if ants were running
all over it and despite the brutal tongue in and firm lips on his mouth he
wanted more.  With a soft high pitched moan he bucked his hips and opened
his mouth wider.  For his two captors it was the signal of his surrendering
to them and to take it to the next level.

   While Frank kept on kissing and tonguing the young boy, he also moved
his arms around those of Pete and took him in a gentle but firm bear-hug.
Tom let go of the somewhat stiffened boy-cock and crawled closer between
the two pair of legs from the man Frank and the boy Pete.  Pete noticed
something was different as his legs were suddenly pressed wide open and
pushed backwards.  His hips moved upwards and with the better part of
Frank's mature cock still wedged in his ass-crack, Pete's tight small anus
was now directly exposed to Tom's stiff circumcised cock that was pointing
straight at it.  Breaking free from the intense kiss, Pete looked downward
between his widespread legs.  Just in time to see and feel Tom place the
wide mushroom shaped tip of his thick cock against his sensitive
boy-sphincter.  But from then his world only existed of pain and hurt as
the soldier penetrated his too tight virgin boy-cunt in one swift and
brutal stroke.  "What-AAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAA" Pete howled as his anus got ripped
open by the initial forceful thrust of the brown haired male between his
legs.  Frank felt him tense as the pain surged to his young body.  He
tightened his grip and Pete stayed locked in place.  His small hips bucked
to expel the brutal invader, but Tom pressed on and kept his six inch cock
inside the boys intestines.  "Yeah!  Little reb!  Take that...  take my
cock in your destroyed boy-cunt!" Tom felt a few warm drops of blood from
the ruptured flesh provide some lubrication as he pulled out just a little.
Another howl from the boy locked between him and Frank made him grin.  Tom
grunted as he pushed firmly back inside again.  Pete cried out in pain and
Frank felt the little boy shake uncontrollably as Tom inward movement
pressed the young body against his own.  "Yeah, fuck that little shit good
and hard, Tom!" he urged his teammate.  But Tom needed no urging as he
slowly but surely set up a steady rhythm of quick and rough thrusts inside
Pete.  Franks cock stayed as as the backside of Pete was pushed against it
on each thrust.  When Pete seemed to get used to the brutal invasion of his
tight rectum, his cries and howls changed into a soft sniffling.  Even his
small body reacted less to the pain and did not shake and buck as much as
before.  Then Frank got an idea.  Hugging the boy close and secure to him
with his left arm, he now used his other hand to grip the thin throat of
the boy.  The big, muscled fingers easily held the soft throat of the boy.
Slowly Frank began to squeeze.  The eyes of Pete shot wide open once he
fully realized what was happening.  With his body firmly trapped between
the two mature men, he restarted his attempts to buck himself free.  Of
course this only caused his reduced oxygen supply to be used up even
quicker.  Tom looked into the bulging eyes of the boy beneath him and felt
himself nearing his point of no return.  The blue pleading eyes of Pete
only made him thrust harder inside the boys ass.  "Oh...  yeah...  get
ready little reb!  I am going to cream your little boy-cunt!!"

   With two more violent thrusts, Tom buried his thick cock balls deep in
the destroyed ass of Pete and as he looked at the contorted face of the
five year old with the bulging eyes and lolling tongue due to his teammate
still squeezing the boys throat, he felt his balls contract and shot five,
six, no, seven jets of hot, thick, adult sperm inside the violent shaking
body of the boy.  Pete nearly passed out from asphyxiation but Frank
expertly managed to keep the boy on edge so his small body kept fighting
for oxygen.  "WOW!  Best fuck ever!" Tom moaned as he pulled his still hard
cock out of the trembling body beneath him.  "AAAAA-aaaa... 
AAAAA-aaaaaa...." Pete howled and cried again as Frank released his throat.
The pain between his buttocks radiated throughout his body.  Too busy with
dealing with the pain and recovering form the being strangled, Pete hardly
noticed that Frank pushed him away from his body and onto the mattress. 
Taking deep breaths, Pete instinctively rolled on his stomach to relieve
the brutal, pulsating pain in his small boy-ass somewhat.  Frank looked at
the mess that used to be the small pink asshole of the five year old and
decided not to stick his cock inside it.  Tom had really torn the little
boy up good.  But then again, the boy still had another hole...  equally
useful in becoming a cum-dump like his (once) tight ass had become.

   Still panting with open mouth, Pete was trying to catch his breath while
trying to ignore the slow, intense painful throbbing in his lower body.  He
more felt than saw Frank crawl in front of him.  But then suddenly his head
was yanked upwards as Frank grabbed his hairs and pulled rough on it. 
Right in front of his face was now the impressive long, hard circumcised
cock of Frank.  "Urgl.." Pete only managed to utter as the bulbous spongy
head of the fuckstick was pressed in his already half open mouth. 
Instinctively the young boy tried to crawl backwards.  However, the searing
pain in his butt now actually prevented him from moving his legs at all. 
Furthermore a powerful slap against his head from Frank stopped the feeble
attempt to escape definitively.  "Stay put and open up, little Pete!" the
man said to him almost gleefully.  But before the dazed boy, still gasping
for breath, could react, Frank rammed his cock all the way inside.  "If you
even as much think about biting, I am going to remove you teeth first and
then still fuck your throat!" As the six inch cock penetrated the still
sensitive throat from Pete, the poor boy tried to cough to expel this
invader.  But it only caused the cock to slip more easily deeper and deeper
in his hurting esophagus.  "Urgl...  Urgl..." Pete's gag-reflex kicked in
and almost made him vomiting in trying to get rid of it.  "Ah...  yeah...
work that throat, sweetie..." Frank petted the boy's hair as he felt the
uncontrolled contractions of the boy-throat around his cock.  Not that Pete
could have done anything else, even if he'd wanted to...  While Frank was
rummaging through his hair and so kept the head of the young boy locked
over the mature man's cock, Tom had seated himself on the small limp legs
of the boy.  Firmly pressed into the mattress Pete had no option but to
accept the penetrating cock in his painful throat that was now continuously
wrecked with spams as it tried to get some air inside his slowly but now
definitely asphyxiating body.  Frank looked almost with affection at the
tear stricken blueish face, but kept up his relentless fucking of it as
well.  He knew the end was coming soon, both for him and for the little
boy.

   Suddenly Pete went catatonic as the stress, pain and lack of oxygen took
their toll on his young fragile and unprepared body.  With a final push
Frank locked his cock deep inside the small boy and felt how the final
contraction of Pete's throat pushed him over the edge.  "Oh Hell!  Aaahh!
so gooo-ooo--oooood!!" the adult man groaned while he finally pumped his
pent up load of sperm all the way in the boy.  Jet after jet shot into the
now blacked out boy and only when Frank felt his own cock deflate after
that mind shattering orgasm and after he had noticed the smell of Pete's
urine, that the boy had let go in his dying moments, he pulled out.

   "Damn," said Tom.  "Did you see the little fucker cramp up as the kicked
the bucket?" Frank took a sheet and wiped his dick clean before suiting up
again.  "Let's get him on the barbeque outside and then radio in for an
extraction!  After all, we had the insertion already!  Hehehe!"

   Five minutes later Pete's body joined the rest of his family on the
still burning pile of corpses.

   Ten minutes later HQ got the radio-call with their location and a quick,
but slightly different rundown of the recent events.

   Five hours later the heli picked them up.

   Ten hours later the official debriefing was finished.  With Frank's and
Tom's stories matching up, the events with Pete only lived in their
memories.

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