war games - 2
 

 
Chapter 5
All of the marine assault groups were in position by noon. Assault1 and Assault2 were at the south-west perimeter, Assault3 and Assault4 at the east and Assault5 at the north.
On entering the area, Assault1 and Assault2 marched in parallel for the first half mile then veered off from each other. Assault3 and Assault4 separated at the beginning because a marshy area was in their paths. Assault 5 headed south-west rather than due south towards the target as there was a rocky outcrop in their path. Standing, or crawling, on top would expose them to the enemy.

The para patrols had no idea where the marines would enter. Studying the maps it was decided that one group would head for each compass point. They had radios and keep in contact. Should any patrol spot the intruders then it would radio its position to base.
The first casualty was Blue Patrol on the mid-afternoon. They had been instructed to head north but after leaving the compound the leader decided to head north-west as he suspected that would be an obvious route. (He was correct) The leader decided the best move was to head for the zone perimeter quickly and surprise any marines. For one thing they wouldn't be expecting the paras to reach so far out and also it would show the other patrols that Blue was the best.

For the marines, Assault5 decided a quick move was best. They were fortunate having firm ground and patchy forest to penetrate at the beginning. According to the map it would become rocky further on. They had one marine whose hearing was very acute and about 1 p.m. he heard voices in front of them. The marines merged into the undergrowth in silence. Less than a minute later they heard twigs breaking. It was Blue patrol approaching.

The paras were so confident the marines weren't near the area that they whispered and joked. Instead of being evenly spread out between 6 ft and 8 ft apart, the first two paras were almost together then a gap of 16 ft and the other two paras were about 4 ft apart. The leader keeps watch in front; the second man should have kept watch to their left flank while the third man should watch their right flank. The last para should have covered his rear by periodically looking behind and to the side of him but he was too busy talking to his buddy.
The last one said "I saw these marines in their fuck'n uniforms. Some of these cunts have lovely shaped arses. I'd love to ram my cock up some of them."
His friend replied "Don't worry, Pete. Once we've captured the cunts you can ram your cock up every one of the fuckers."

As the last para passed a bush a marine silently sprung up, put a hand over the para's mouth and pressed the stun gun into his side. As he collapsed another marine grabbed his legs and he was carried to the side. The second marine had flexicuffs ready and handcuffed his wrists behind his back and taped over his mouth. It was all done in less than a minute.
While this was happening the third marine moved on to the next para. The fourth patrolman hadn't been missed. The marine grabbed the para by the same method and brought him down. Luck was on the marine's side. Not a sound was heard. The two other paras walked about 20 yards when they realised there were no comment from behind. They turned but saw no-one.

"What the fuck's keeping those two?" said the para section leader, Corporal Joe Collins. He should have been on immediate alert but he thought the other two might have stopped for a piss.
The same thought had struck the second para. "Probably stopped for a piss." he said.
They started walking back when four marines jumped on them and within twenty seconds both paras were zapped and the entire Blue Patrol party taken prisoner.

While one marine shaved the prisoners' heads the other three kept watch. They didn't want glory taken from them due to carelessness. Corporal Murray, the Assault5 leader, sent a radio message to Assault1 leader telling him of his success. The assaulting marines had two options with their prisoners. They could march them to a holding area. (Where steel poles are cemented into the ground) or hide their prisoners in the undergrowth. All four prisoners were forced to march through dense undergrowth and stop 100 yards.

Each one was blindfolded and led to a tree where he was again zapped so he wouldn't struggle. He was secured so that his arms were round the trunk and handcuffed at the wrists and his legs spread out and pinned to the ground. A gag was secured so they could not speak to one another. Wax was pushed into their ears so they couldn't hear anything.
The marines gave each of the prisoners a kick on their balls. Two of the marines pissed over the para leader's face and chest. The other two marines also decided to piss over the para group leader soaking him from his face to his crotch. They then went round all four of the paras again and each was kicked several times on the balls and the ribs. Next they collected some branches and covered the prisoners so they couldn't bee seen from the nearby path. They took a grid reference and resumed their march.

The paras lay pinned down, unable to see or speak knowing they could be in that position for two days. Hopefully a para patrol would find them. Cpl Collins cursed himself. He would be held responsible for the patrol's capture and knew that when he returned to camp the other NCOs would ram their cocks up his arse as revenge. His face and uniform were soaked where the marines had pissed over him and to add to his misery he himself was needing to piss. He knew the other paras were all tied and blindfolded so no-one would see the fresh wet patch as the warm liquid ran down the side of his leg.
Meanwhile Assault2 were moving towards the objective more slowly. They had reached a marshy area and decided to skirt west, widening the gap with Assault1. However, they were about to run into trouble.

The para Green Patrol were aware of the marshy area and foreseen the raiders dilemma. They were led by Corporal Sandy Weaver who had been promoted two weeks ago.
Six months ago in an exercise with French Foreign Legion he had been captured. The bastards shaved his head and fucked him. The first one to fuck him was the Legion NCO who was a former Royal Marine. It was humiliating to be the only one in his billet to be captured and when he returned to his barracks to be fucked by 15 fellow paras. He was determined to rectify the humiliation and fuck the marine NCO.

As Assault2 moved through some woodland they had heard a tree branch break and Private Joe Stevens was ordered to check out an alternative path. In fact the branch sound was a trick and the marine was walking into a trap. He moved silently along a path. However his movements were being watched by three paras. Joe passed a tree and a para quietly stepped out behind him, put one arm round his neck and a free hand over his mouth. At the same time a second para stepped forward and pushed the stun gun against the Joe's left thigh and kept it there for six seconds. The marine gave a muffled gasp as the electric shock ran through his body. Suddenly he lost the power to stand, sagging in the para's grasp. The para let him drop quietly to the ground. Tape was wrapped across his mouth and a flexicuff secured his wrists behind his back. All done in 30 seconds.

From the second the shock ran through his body Joe was aware of everything around him. Although he lost the power to move his arms and legs his mind was alert. He was helpless as his arms were pulled behind his back and the flexicuff applied. Someone held his head and a wide strip of tape was placed over his mouth. He knew that his head would be shaved within the hour. He also knew these paras were randy bastards and expected he would be fucked.

The other three marines moved silently forward unaware their every movement was seen. The marine leader was whispering to some one. In fact he was speaking to Assault1 leader on the radio. The marines move quietly forward and the leader kept his radio on as they moved. The paras watched silently as the enemy passed. Then Corporal Weaver managed to make out the group leader. He was blonde, well build, over 6 feet tall and tough looking.

A grin appeared on the para leader's face, "I'm definitely having that cunt's arse, . . then I'm going to beat fuck out of him." said Corporal Weaver to himself.
"Now" he shouted and the four paras jumped on the marines. Weaver held the stun gun and jabbed the marine corporal. The marine saw him but was unable to avoid the stun gun as it pressed against his thigh. The shock went through him and he collapsed. The two other paras pounced on their victims before they could aim their guns at them. It was all over in two minutes.

The marines' stun guns were seized and their equipment was thrown in the shrubbery.
Had Corporal Weaver been vigilant and checked the marine radio he could have kept the channel open by pressing the "Speak" button for a few seconds without saying anything into the microphone. That way he could overhear what the other marine groups were saying.
This was one of several mistakes the para leader made.

Unknown to the paras the fight was overheard by the other Assault group leaders on their radios. When the Assault2 leader dropped his radio it fell face down and the "Speak" button struck a protruding stone jamming the buttin on the on position.

The captured marines regained the power of their limbs within five minutes and were marched to a clearing with several steel poles stood about four feet apart. There were several groups of holding poles for use of securing prisoners while the patrols continued their work.
The Assault2 leader, Cpl John Drake, had his wrists and ankles tied to the steel poles. The poles were approx 36 inches apart and Cpl Drake's ankles were as wide apart as possible. He knew that position made his arse attractive for fucking but it also made his balls vulnerable.
Corporal Weaver stood in front of the marine NCO. He said to one of the paras "Give me the clippers. I'm personally going to shave this bastard's head then ram my cock up his fuck'n arse."
A para brought over the pouch containing the hair clippers. Cpl Weaver took out the clippers and switched it on.

Nothing happened. He flicked it off and on several times. Still nothing happened.
"Shit" he said. "The fuck'n clippers aren't working."
He removed the cover, took out the batteries. They seemed OK. He put them back in and flicked the switch. Still no movement.
Thoughts of the marines still with hair on at the end of the exercise panicked him. The marines had hair clippers. Use them. Fuck it. They were dumped with their equipment.
"Johnston. Go back to where we captured these bastards and find their fuck'n hair clippers. It will be in one of their packs."
A para turned and traced the route back to the ambush area.
 
 

 

 
 
 
Chapter 6
The four Assault group leaders briefly discussed the situation. Assault1 was the nearest. All other groups were too far away. It was agreed that the others continue towards the installation while Assault1 should go to the aid of the captured marines.
Assault1 made its way silently towards the spot of Assault2's ambush. They expected the paras would take their prisoner to a clearing or back to the compound. About 20 minutes later they heard twigs breaking. They crept silently forward and saw a para scattering grass and bushes, obviously looking for something. They saw him lift up webbing. It was Marine webbing. They silently skirted round the para to approach him from behind.
"Yahoo. Got it." he shouted lifting up the hair clippers. He pressed it on and there was a whirr of the motor. Switching it off he turned and walked back the way he came oblivious of any danger.

Silently the marine NCO jumped behind him and with one hand covering the para's mouth jabbed him with the stun gun. He collapsed in a heap and was quickly tied up, gagged, blindfolded and left in the undergrowth. They could come back later and shave his head.
The marines headed silently in the direction the para was going on the assumption Assault2 would be taken that way. Three minutes later they approached a clearing. There, tied to steel poles were the Assault2 NCO and another marine. The para NCO had kneed the marine leader in the balls and punched him in the left jaw. Two other marines lay on the ground tied, gagged and blindfolded. Quietly the Assault1 marines made their way through the undergrowth.

The para leader was about to give the marine a second punch to the jaw when a para who was examining the hair clippers thrown down by the leader suddenly said "Corporal. There's nothing wrong with these clippers. The batteries were inserted the wrong way."
Corporal Weaver grabbed the clippers from him. He flicked the switch and the motor whirred. Then he remembered. He had been handed the clippers and the batteries. It was his job to check it was working. He should have put the batteries in the compartment and checking them immediately. However he was desperate to get outside for a cigarette so he put the batteries and clippers in his pocket. He was about to put the batteries in later when an officer approached and he pushed the clippers into his pocket without checking it was in working order. Shit! It was his fault. He would have to think of some excuse to save himself.

By now all three paras were gathered in a group looking at the clippers. Cpl Weaver's stun gun was on the ground. So was the stun gun of another para. Suddenly there was a movement and four marines descended on the unprepared group. Within ten seconds all three paras lay on the ground zapped.
They were quickly handcuffed and gagged. The four marines in Assault2 were released. While they kept watch for possible attacks from a para patrol, two marines shaved their prisoners' heads. The fourth para was brought from the undergrowth where he had been left ten minutes earlier and his head was also shaved.

Assault2's leader, Cpl Drake, wanted revenge for the sore balls and (now) black eye received from the para leader. As the shaved para lay on the ground with his wrists secured behind his back, Cpl Drake rolled him over on his back and kicked the para in the balls.
"I suddenly feel a lot better now. My balls aren't so sore now." he said with a grin.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
Chapter 7
Red patrol was the toughest of the para groups. All of them were well built, included two big tough black guys who both looked like Mike Tyson. In fact they were brothers, Frank and Fred. They were nicknamed by their fellow paratroopers as Stud 1 and Stud 2 because of their huge cocks and their incessant love to fuck. There were 14 other guys in their billet and every one of them had felt a Stud cock up his arse.

By 8 p.m. Red Patrol had captured all of the marines in Assault4 group. The prisoners had tape across their mouths to prevent them speaking and their wrists secured behind their necks and a short rope round the marines' necks kept the flexicuffs in position. As Frank said "You get a better view of their arses when they stand with their legs wide apart, their hands behind their head and we do a body search, . . . and boy, when we do a body search it's a real body search. Checking every bone and muscle, especially the muscle."

The prisoners were marched to a clearing used by Patrol parties to secure prisoners. Assault4 leader and another marine were tied between steel poles. The marine leader, Cpl Vince Rowan, was tied with his arms and legs spread out. The Red patrol leader, Cpl Roy Jones, took his clippers and shaved the marine leader's head. As the hair fell off, he thought "A pity he wasn't an officer, I would love to shave a fuck'n Marine officer's head."
Frank, one of the huge black paras, handed the corporal a sack saying "Put that over the cunt's head and see the reaction. It's been pissed and shit in several times and then let to dry. It's stinking. If the cunt gets a hard on tell him we'll fuck him."
"And if he doesn't get a hard on we'll fuck him just the same, but don't tell him that." said his brother, Fred, rubbing the bulge in his combats.

The para leader sniffed the sack. "Phew. It stinks all right." he said. He grinned and added "If he gets a hard on I'll be the first to fuck the bastard."
He rubbed the bulge at his crotch. He had a huge cock and it showed. The marine NCO saw it and knew it would be going up his arse.
The para leader went over to the captured marine and putting the stinking sack over his head, he said "I know you can't speak but if you want my cock up your arse just get a hard on."

The captured marine loved piss. He loved guys pissing over him and he loved drinking piss straight from their cocks. He also liked the smell of shit. As he breathed in the strong piss and shit smells he remembered the same trick he had done to an officer. The officer immediately got a hard on, and L/Cpl Rowan as he then was, fucked him. Now he was in that position. He knew he would get a hard on and resigned himself to be fucked by the four paras. Every one of them well built and probably all of them having big cocks.
His own cock gradually swelled up and he was aware of it. The more he was aware of it the larger it swelled. He felt a hand gently rubbing his arse. That made his cock swell larger and he was more conscious of his hard-on. A minute later he felt a hand gently rubbing the bulge at his crotch. His cock was now rock hard.
"It looks as if this cunt wants to be fucked." said the fourth para.

Marty was the smallest marine taking part in the exercise. He was 5 ft 7" tall and 19 years old. He had a fresh complexion, a lovely shaped arse and been fucked several times by his fellow marines. He had been nicknamed "baby face" by some of the squad. However he was no wimp. He had been a skinhead before joining the marines and loved getting into a fight. He joined the marines to "legally kick fuck out of a cunt." as he phrased it.
The two big black paras carried out a thorough body search on each of the captured marines. As the first para gently rubbed Marty's well shaped arse he said "Corp. I think Fred and I should take this cunt to the side for interrogation."
The other huge Negro walked behind Marty and felt his arse.
"I think Frank's right, Corp. This cunt should be interrogated."

Cpl Jones looked at Frank rubbing the bulge at his crotch and grinned. "OK, go ahead. I'll interrogate him myself later, after I've dealt with this bastard."
He was referring to the marine corporal who was about to receive the first of several cocks up his arse in the next few hours. The para leader had already taken a sharp commando knife and ripped the marine's combat trousers and was now standing behind him and just about to ram his cock up his prisoner's arse.
Marty had seen the huge Negro rub the bulge between his legs.
'I know what interrogation that means' said Marty to himself, "Two huge cocks up my arse. That's the type of interrogation."
Looking at the other two paras in the patrol group. They were also well built.
"That probably means four huge cocks up my arse." he said to himself.

The first para gripped him by the elbow and turned him round.
"Right, cunt. Move." he said.
Reluctantly Marty walked along a muddy track between the bushes. About a hundred yards further on they came to a small clearing.
"Stop." said the para. "On your fuck'n knees."
Marty dropped on to his knees in three inches of mud. The para took out his huge cock. Holding it in front of Marty's face he said "Right Cunt. Suck this before it goes up your fuck'n arse."
Kneeling in three inches of slimy mud and with his wrists tied behind his neck the marine wasn't in a position to argue so he opened his mouth and took the huge bulging cock. The para held Marty's head as he rammed his cock in and out of the marine's mouth. After two minutes the second para took over and again Marty was forced to suck the second huge cock.
"OK. Get up and turn round."

Marty managed to rise to his feet.
The para said "Bend over."
Marty bent over. One of the paras held his head while the other one took a knife and ripped the arse of the marine's combat trousers.
"I'm going to give you a chance to fuck me or get a blow job." said the para, "We're going to have a wrestling match, . . . in the mud."
The second para tied a six-foot length of rope to Marty's right ankle.
"Just to make sure you don't chicken out and run away." he said with a grin.
Marty's wrists were released and he stood facing the huge paratrooper. Somehow his chances weren't too good. The para took out his rock hard cock.
"When I get you on the ground this piece of meat is going up your fuck'n arse." said the para with a grin.

They slowly circled one another. Suddenly the second para pulled the rope tied to the marine's ankle and he fell over into the slimy mud. Quick as a flash his opponent was on top of him. They rolled over several times. The marine thought if he could get up he could use some judo tactics to overcome the para. However the para kept a firm grip of him as they rolled over for a fifth time. Marty realised the guy was more interested in getting covered in mud at the moment. Both were covered from head to foot in grey mud it was impossible to tell who was a marine and who was a paratrooper.

Suddenly Marty saw his chance and kneed the para in the balls forcing him to lose his grip. He managed to free himself for a few seconds but the para gripped his leg pulling him back down. He landed on his stomach. Quickly the para slid on top of him and with his weight kept him down.
"I think I won that round." said the para.
"Looks like it." said the second para. He stepped forward and pressed his stun gun to the marine's shoulder. Marty let out a gasp as an electric shock ran through his body and he lost all power to crawl away.

He was dragged to the edge of the mud pool and dropped where his head was on the grass so he wouldn't choke in the mud. His arms and legs were spread out and the first para dropped on top of him, his rock hard cock positioned at the crack of Marty's arse and it was rammed right in. Marty felt the pain but having lost the power of his limbs couldn't move as the para rammed his thick cock in and out of his arse hole.
It only took three minutes for him to shoot his load of juice up Marty's arse. By that time the marine was beginning to get feeling back in his limbs. But it wasn't for long. The second para pressed the Stun Gun into his shoulder and pressed the trigger. Again the young marine gasped and lay still. The two paras changed positions and Marty felt a second huge cock go up his arse. He lay completely helpless, arms and legs spread out as more juice was pumped into him.

About ten minutes later Marty marched back to the clearance where the other marines were held. His wrists again tied behind his neck. He was coated in grey mud from his head to his boots. At first the para sergeant didn't know who he was until he saw his two paras walking behind with huge grins on their faces.
That was two cocks up his arse. Little did Marty know he would have another eight cocks up his arse within the next 12 hours.
Twenty minutes later, and four lots of juice up his arse Marty along with the rest of Assault4 group were marched to the compound.

As they marched along the track Frank said to Marty "These guys are going to love your sweet little arse. I reckon you'll have 20 cocks up your arse in the next 24 hours."
Red Patrol was approaching the perimeter with their prisoners. They had only 100 yards of mud to cross when the marine leader suddenly made a run for the scrub land on the north of the compound. The paras were unprepared and the marine was twenty yards away before two paras ran after him. The other marines took advantage and spread out. The paras made lunges at their prisoners bringing them down on the mud as they struggled and rolled about within seconds both marines and paras were coated with the grey slime. Other paras ran to help and within three minutes all prisoners, by now coated in grey slimy mud were recaptured and dragged to the compound.

Once in the compound the corporal was dragged to poles in the centre and his wrists and ankles spread out wide. This showed off his arse and several of the paras stood round him with grins on their faces. This was another arse to fuck later.
Marty was stripped naked and taken to the wall and secured to rings in the wall. His wrists and ankles were spread showing off his well-shaped buttocks.
Fred said to his fellow paras "If every marine had an arse like this I would join the bastards tomorrow."
Already several paras were rubbing their crotches and Marty saw them. He knew it was only a matter of time when he would have more juice up his arse.
  
 
 
 
 

 

 
Chapter 8
Assault2's luck hadn't improved after their rescue by their comrades. The two groups again parted company and head in separate ways towards the compound. Their luck ran out again just about midnight when they walked into a trap by Orange patrol. They were captured, shaved and marched to the compound to join Assault4 prisoners.
It was while they were escorting the marine prisoners to the compound that the stumbled on Green Patrol. The men in Green Patrol were released and Base informed. The Base leader ordered Green Patrol to escort the prisoners back to the compound and Orange patrol to continue their search for the marines.

Assault3 were the next group of marines to be captured. They were negotiating a marshy area and had cleared it to walk into a trap. Orange Patrol had set a snare trap in a path. When the leader of Assault3 stepped over a branch on the track he stepped into a shallow hole filled with leaves. When his foot touched the ground a noose circled his ankle and shot into the air pulling his leg up.
In the process he dropped his stun gun. At the same time paras jumped out of the undergrowth and caught the marines by surprise. Two were "zapped" by stun guns before they could evade the contact. The fourth marine put up a fight but within 20 seconds found himself facing four paras. He was "zapped" from two directions and collapsed beside his colleagues.
The Assault3 leader remained upside down suspended by his ankle. He watched helplessly as his group were overcome.

The para leader faced him with a grin on his face.
"Grip his wrists." he said to two of his patrol and they sized his arms.
Slowly the para leader held his stun gun to the captured marine's body. He slowly moved it about saying "Where do you want it?"
Suddenly he jabbed the stun gun into the marine's thigh and the prisoner gasped and dropped his head.
"Get him down and we'll shave their heads."
The paras lowered their prisoner to the ground and handcuffed the four of them.
Within ten minutes they were all shaved and being marched to the compound.

 

 

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