(fwd) Manhandled Marine Part 3
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From: lar...@aol.com (LarryIs)
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Subject: Manhandled Marine Part 3
Date: 26 Jun 1996 18:47:23 -0400
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Manhandled Marine Part 3
They just stood there for a second. They were all big, muscular
bastards, but hardly more than teenagers. None of 'em wore shirts, an'
their pants were hangin' open, an' all of 'em had their dicks in their
hands. Then one of 'em took aim at me, an' let go. His piss hit me on
the side of the head, an' started runnin' down through the hair on my
chest. I was hollerin' an' tryin' to swing outta the way, but everybody
was laughin' an' jabberin' at each other. Another one's piss caught me in
the side, soakin' into my bones. The leader, laughin' his head off at how
mad I was, whipped his out and started squirtin' his hot yellow stuff up
an' down my legs. When they finished, I was drippin' wet. My head was
spinnin' from the drugs. Nothin' seemed, like, real anymore.
That's when the leader pulled out a blade and pushed it up the leg of
my boxers. I could feel the cold steel against my balls. It was
crazy---it must've been the pill they gave me---but feelin' the metal down
there made me almost start to get hard. He jerked the knife down an' out,
cuttin' my boxer shorts all the way down the front. My cock and balls
swung out. I could feel the hot air of the room dryin' the piss on my
dick. Wantin' to get even somehow---anyhow---I let go my bladder, tryin'
to hit one of the fuckers; but without my hands, I couldn't aim right. I
missed them. The rest of my piss ran down my leg, mixing up with theirs.
How'd I get into this shit....
The head honcho shouted at the kid who'd been locked up with me. "Come
on, boy. Give heem de deeldo. Now." I didn't know what he meant, but
the kid must have. Without looking at me,---quickly, like he'd done it
before, he picked up a can of something. Shit, it was American Crisco!
He took a big wad of the slippery shit on his fingers and walked up behind
me. I could feel him rubbin' the stuff---cold---into my crack. Pushin'
some inside my asshole.
Then the kid said something in a low voice. "Try an' relax your butt.
It won't hurt as much."
What the fuck was he talkin' about? But I figured it out quick enough
when the leader picked up the big dildo that had been between my teeth
earlier. The kid came over to him, an' rubbed Crisco up and down the
giant dildo. Then the big Latin raised the thick rubber cock so that it
was near my face.
"See this, gringo? You know what we gonna do? We gonna fuck you with
thees, man." He smiled. Some of the other guys were movin' around closer
now to get a better look. The two guys who had pissed on me were sittin'
on the edge of the crates at about my eye-level, with their cocks grasped
in their fists---hard. Thick. They were beatin' off, waitin' to watch me
get it! The other guys started pullin' off their boots an' pants.
Everybody was gettin' naked except for an army cap or gun belt here an'
there---Then, all of a sudden, I let out a groan. With no fuckin'
warning, the American kid was ramming the thick shaft of the dildo up my
butt. I clenched my teeth.
It hurt some---but not like what I'd thought it would---I was too high.
The colors in the room were changin'. The kid kept rammin' the thing in
an' outta me like I was some fag takin' it up the ass. And with each push
inside of me, my cock was gettin' harder. I didn't want it to---I just
couldn't help it.
What the fuck was the matter with me? I was gaspin'. Two naked
soldiers pulled my legs apart in the air, an' the hard, thick fucker went
in even deeper. My eyes bulged, an' my dick jerked. God...what if I
shot...Somebody lowered the hook, so the balls of my feet were just
touchin' the ground, spread way apart. It had to be the drugs that were
makin' me so horny. Makin' me feel so hot. It couldn't be the rod up my
ass...Bein' tied up...Fucked like a hooker.
Things starte happenin' fast then...Spinning...Pain...Pain that almost
felt good somehow...So loaded...Couldn't see right...Somebody was jammin'
my cock and balls through a tight metal ring. I was groanin', clampin' my
teeth down on the bit. The kid kept runnin' the rod in and out of me
while two other guys took hold of my shoulders and held me still. Another
one had a thick needle. I think I screamed when it went through one
tit...Then the other one...cold metal rings went through the tender skin.
My tits burned, my ass burned, my cock throbbed and jerked. Somebody was
holdin' on to my dick...Hard. No...Jesus.
I tried to pull away...Tried to jerk back...But the long thick needle
went through my foreskin...Then the ring. Pain. Shootin' through my
muscles, into my dick, makin' it pound. Then somebody had a hot soldering
iron. Heating the ring...Welding it shut. My dick shrank back from the
hot metal; then it grew again---Fast! My cock head forced itself out of
the foreskin---past the hot metal---pulling the flesh tight. Hands
clamped a collar around my neck...Then the chains...Every time I moved,
chains pulled hard at my tits, my dick...The dildo drove up my butt again,
and suddenly I screamed as my dick started to shoot. I couldn't help
it---it wouldn't stop...The bastard drug-soldiers around me were movin' in
slow motion...Laughin'...Jerkin' each other's cocks...Slappin' an'
grabbin' at my body...Cum squirtin' every where.
End of Part 3 Manhandled Marine
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Tom cannot outrun the fastest lion
Thomas H. White it will die.
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the lion and its family will die.
It is morning in Africa and you
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