Trained to submit

Michael unbuckled the belt slowly, opening the front of his pants, his hand sliding down the zipper slowly, filling the silent room with the hiss of it. He drew them down his legs, stepping out of them. He stood in his shorts, nonchalantly folding his pants with precision to lay them on the table. He looked down, his shorts barely able to contain his cock, the outline of his thick shaft and big head etched in the fabric.

“The shorts, Michael. Strip naked for me.” Captain Famosa loved the power her position gave her, though she wished she could rattle this one. The two privates’ mouths almost dropped open when his huge cock popped free, springing to attention. It was almost as big as a babies arm, the head as big as a young girl’s fist. For an American, it was an impressive weapon, though Captain Famosa tried hard to ignore it.

“Hands on the wall again, Michael. And legs apart this time. I must check to make sure you aren’t bringing in any contraband. Your American CIA is very devious. I have heard many stories where they use innocent people to smuggle in contraband to the rebels.” She picked up the rubber gloves, snapping them noisily as she put them on, warning Michael of her intended use.

Michael spread against the wall, the snap of the rubber gloves surprising him. He hadn’t thought of that, though it swam through his brain now. He jumped when she first touched him, not gentle, her hand grabbing his balls, surprised she was so strong. She squeezed his balls until he groaned in pain.

Her hands slipped between his legs, his heavy ball sack hanging down so vulnerable, Captain Famosa grabbing them in one hand and squeezing it hard until she knew she was hurting him. “Is that too hard, Michael?”

God damn, his stomach turning as she squeezed his balls, crushing them in her powerful hands. It was almost like something he would do. But he refused to give in to her. “NOO,” he managed to stammer out bravely. She released her grip, but only briefly, squeezing again, this time finding one single ball to crush. Michael felt a sharp pain in his guts.

“Private, help out.” She had already instructed them on what to do, the young private putting on her rubber gloves. She stood to the side of him, one hand reaching out in front of him. She grabbed his cock, bending it down until it was almost bent at an unnatural angle, her hand firmly gripping the thick shaft. “You too,” Captain Famosa ordering the other private.

They all began to work over his body harshly, Michael unable to do anything but stand there and take it. One of the young girls was gripping his cock like a baseball bat, bending it down until he thought she was going to break it in half. All the while the Captain was having success with his balls, her fingers searching out each individual ball and squeezing it hard until she knew it was hurting him. Still she didn’t stop, his stomach turning over. And now a third one was on his other side, her fingers covered in foul tasting rubber gloves, pushed into his mouth. She had three fingers jammed in his mouth, yanking his tongue harshly to the side as they explored his teeth and gums. They were all working him over, the one in his mouth jamming a finger to the back of his mouth until he gagged on it, still not moving it away as his stomach turned. Fingernails dug into the side of his cock shaft, in spite of the gloves they felt like needles, sure that they had already pierced the rubber. He could almost feel a wetness, sure that she was cutting him as the private dragged her nails down the side of his shaft, grateful at least for now her nails stayed away from the sensitive head of his cock. And the Captain was relishing her job of squeezing his balls until he was sure they would be swollen and black and blue tomorrow. It felt like ten minutes before they stopped, Michael sure they weren’t through yet. He heard the metal cap being unscrewed, looking over to see the Captain dipping three fingers in the grease.

“One more thing to check and you may go, Michael. You make a very submissive male,” teasing him. “Are all American men so docile?” She didn’t wait for an answer or want one. “Privates,” ordering them to go back to the task. One grabbed his cock in her hand, yanking it out until the head was stretched to the breaking. The other gripped his twin balls and squeezed until Michael stood up on his toes to relieve some of the pain. But nothing was better than his shocked grunt of pain as she played over his asshole, lubricating the tight muscle of his ass until it glistened with the grease. She gave him no warning, flicking one finger up his asshole, fighting his muscles as she turned and twisted in into his asshole until she felt his rectal muscles grip her finger almost possessively.

His balls being crushed and his cock stretched so long that he was sure he was up to ten inches by now, and nothing could have prepared him for the finger that slid up his ass, his sphincter fighting the rude intrusion. In spite of the grease it still hurt as she fucked her finger up his ass. And she didn’t stop with one, now two fingers stretched his anal ring until Michael thought she would tear it. Her fingers never stopped moving, twisting and turning as they bore into his guts like a drill bit. And the private with brutal fingernails piercing his cock until it burned, sure he was bleeding. And his balls were crushed. In spite of it, his cock stayed hard, not sure why. He couldn’t stop the groan that came out his mouth, three fingers tearing up his asshole, the Captain opening them when they were deep inside his asshole, stretching his intestines deep down until his stomach churned in pain.

“Jerk him off private. Cum for me Michael, and I’ll take my fingers out of your asshole.” She twisted them painfully as the private began to jerk his cock off. Not nicely, but her fingernails digging into his shaft as she slid up and down, now slick from the blood. And she discovered his displeasure when her fingernails dug into the soft, tender underside of the head of his cock, rubbing it back and forth until she dug into the sensitive flesh.

Michael had no choice, one soldier jerking him off, not in pleasure, but pain. His asshole felt like it would explode, feeling like she had both of her hands inside his asshole and was trying to open them. And his balls would never be the same.

“Release his balls, otherwise he can’t cum. Maybe play with his nipples. I’m sure Michael has abused many young girls’ nipples. Let’s see how he likes it.” She shoved her fingers inside him, his muscles forced into submission by her fingers.

Michael felt the relief as she released his balls, but she attacked his nipples with equal cruelty, twisting and turning them, her fingers digging into the flesh. He had to end this quickly, his asshole, cock and nipples abused painfully. At the same time Michael felt the masochistic pleasure tingling in his newly released balls. The pain began to mix with the pleasure, her fingernails on his cock more pleasure than pain. He came painfully, his sperm splattering against the wall in front of him. Just as he shot out a second ropey load of cum the door opened wide, an Army Officer staring into the room, Sandra and Joanna strolling by almost casually. They heard the commotion in the room, turning to watch him as he shot a final load of cum against the wall, the Captain still twisting and turning her fingers in his asshole. They moved down the hall, Michael hearing their voices receding, finally feeling some relief as the Captain pulled her fingers from his asshole with a loud pop. They let him go, but not before one of the privates scooped up a blob of his cum from the wall and shoved it into his mouth, the Captain daring him one last time to defy her. Michael licked his lips in defiance, swallowing his thick, pasty cum. They let him dress, Michael walking a little funny, his cock and balls still sore.