war games - 3
 

 
 
Chapter 9
Assault1 and Assault5 were in contact with each other. The news was bad. The other assault groups 2, 3 and 4 had been captured. The two remaining groups decided to meet up and picked a RV point (rendezvous point)
Assault1 moved in a slight curve. There was an area of woodland they could use but it looked obvious to most trained eyes including the paras. Would they be waiting for them?
There was only one way to find out and take the track. Walking carefully and with all the men on look-out they moved silently along side of a track. The sergeant called a halt. He had seen a trip wire. Had it been set by the paras or was left from a previous exercise?

Sergeant Macdonald cautiously moved up and studied the ground. Should they continue by stepping over the trip wire? He studied the ground. This side of the wire the ground was compact and pressed down. About six inches beyond the wire was a bundle of fresh leaves. Why should fresh leaves be lying there when there was no tree immediately above the track? Taking a twig he gently moved the leaves to the side revealing a metal plate. Was the plate attached to a booby trap or a warning bell? Either way it would reveal there was someone here.
The marines carefully circumnavigated the obstacle and headed for the RV point.

The following morning Assault1 and Assault5 met overlooking the compound. It would be difficult to get in and capture the Installation. Six inches of mud would slow any rush. They would be seen almost immediately. Plus there were 12 marines taken prisoner. How could they free them?
"We could trick our way in." said Corp Murray, the Assault5 leader.
"How?" said Sgt Macdonald.
"We captured one of their patrols. Supposing we wear their uniforms and march four marines into the compound. The paras could be off-guard if they saw the marines with their hands tied behind their necks and tape over their mouths. They wouldn't expect guards in para uniform to suddenly jump them. Surprise them and it might work."
"Good idea." said Sgt Macdonald. "Let's go to where that group of prisoner are secured, and we strip them."
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
Chapter 10
It was now 12 noon (1200 hours) on Tuesday and half way through the exercise. Three of the five assault groups had been captured in less than 24 hours. They were now assembled in a central area, heads shaved, handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded. The para commander, Sergeant Baxter, was confident they would capture the remaining 8 marines within a few hours. He was desperately keen to capture Assault1, the group with the marine sergeant.
One para corporal said to his colleague "I'm feeling randy. How about fucking some of these bastards?" .
"You've had your cock three of them already, Barney." said his mate.
Just then Sergeant Baxter approached, and heard the remark.

"Strip eight of those bastards. Tie the three NCOs spread-eagled to these steel poles at the front. The other five can be tied to rings on the walls. Make them face the wall with their arms and legs well spread out. That way you can fuck them. Get the other four on their knees with their neck and wrists tied to the horizontal steel poles. Order them to give you a blow-job or they'll get fisted. Any more that are captured can also be tied to the rings in the walls. In two hours time you can each fuck a second marine. If we capture that marine Sergeant . . . I'll correct that. When we capture that marine Sergeant I want him stripped, tied to the front set of poles and his balls shaved. I want him facing the compound. I want every para to fuck the cunt, I want every marine to see it being done and I want him to see them watching him. There's no better humiliation for a sergeant than to be fucked in front of all his men. I expect to capture every marine within the next four hours."
There were big cheers from his men. He knew what a man really wanted after an exercise. To get some action for his cock.

One after another eight marines including the three corporals, were stripped naked and secured with their arms and legs wide apart to the poles or the walls.
Their balls and cock were then rubbed with a clear gel. The gel was also rubbed round their arses and probed into their arse holes. At first it stung the areas covered then started to itch. Nearly all the prisoners began to get erections. Their cocks became hard and they had an urge to masturbate. Being unable to move or scratch themselves seemed to prolong the hard-on. The gel didn't have an immediate effect on some of their arses. Several felt the desire to be fucked, others simply wanted someone to rub their arse. Several knew the only way to relieve the inch in the lining of their arse was to be fucked. All of the marines suspected that was what would eventually happen.

Four marines, still fully dressed, were ordered to kneel at the horizontal bars and secured by the neck and wrists. They were blindfolded and each prisoner was ordered to suck any cock pressed into his mouth or he would be fist fucked and left for the rest of the exercise with a huge butt plug up his arse.
The para sergeant knew his men wanted a gang-bang and if organised well it would keep them happy. Let them have an arse to fuck now and you keep the respect of the men. Tell them once we capture the entire marine group they can go cock mad and fuck as many as they want later.
Sgt Baxter was just as keen as his men to let his cock have some action but had to show restraint in front of his men. Besides, he wanted to keep his juice for that marine sergeant. He wanted every marine see him fucking the marine leader.

As there were 12 men in the camp he organised that 6 men could each fuck one prisoner while 4 kept look-out. He and another para would be in the compound building. He wanted to finish a game of chess.
Assault1 and Assault5 moved silently through the undergrowth overlooking the compound. The Assault5 group wore para uniform. Ropes had been wrapped round each wrist of Assault1 who would be the "prisoners". When the wrists were held together, from a distance it looked as if the wrists were tied together.

Sergeant Macdonald looked through his binoculars and said "These paras don't believe in wasting time. They're fucking our boys already."
Cpl Murray looking through his glasses and a huge grin appeared on his face.
"I didn't realise most of our lads loved a cock up their arses so much. They've all got hard-ons." he said.
"I bet they have ErectaGel rubbed on them." said Sgt MacDonald with a grin.
"What the fuck's that?" said Cpl Murray.
"It's a new gel that makes you itch and want to rub the part covered. If you rub it on a guy's cock he wants to wank himself. If rubbed into his arse hole he feels he wants to be fucked."
After looking in his binoculars for fully a minute Sergeant MacDonald said "How many paras do you count?"
"Mmm?" said Cpl Murray. He was too busy watching the marines getting fucked. 'I'd love to get my cock up some of these arse' he was thinking.

Sgt Macdonald repeated his question.
"I count four fucking our boys, two apparently acting as look-outs and two standing at the control door watching the guys being fucked"
"There must be another two in the building. I can't see the para sergeant. He must be inside. That's a good sign. The rest won't be so alert as we go in. OK. Let's go. Stick your guns inside your uniforms and Assault1 get tape over your mouths as if you were gagged. Make sure your wrists are touching behind your neck."

A few minutes later four men in plain olive grey uniform walked through the trees with their wrists apparently tied behind their necks and with tape over their mouths as gags. They were accompanied by men in cammo uniforms and carrying stun guns. It appeared as if the paras had captured four more prisoners.
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
Chapter 11
As the four prisoners marched into the compound the paras who had been fucking their prisoners, stopped to see the arrivals. The first "prisoner" was guided by his guard to near where two paras were standing watching them with huge grins on their faces. Another "prisoner" and his guard marched towards and stopped in front of the Installation building.
Suddenly one "guard" jabbed an unexpected para in the chest. This was a signal for the "prisoners" to put their hands inside their tunics and remove their stun guns. Both "guards" and "prisoners" had caught the paras unprepared. Two marines in para uniform ran into the Installation building to confront the para commander and another para having a game of chess, their stun guns lying on the ground under table.
Seeing the para uniforms the para sergeant took several seconds to realise they were actually marines. He jumped to his feet and tried to grab his stun gun but was too late as one marine flung himself at him knocking him to the side as another marine jumped at him jabbing him with his stun gun.

Within a minute it was all over. The marine commander put his key in the transmitter socket to make sure they gained the extra points. The time was 1250 hours on Tuesday. They would gain another 100 points if they captured all 24 paras by 12 noon on Wednesday.
Outside, all the paras were tied up, gagged and blindfolded. The marines that had been held prisoner were released. Even after they had put on their uniforms many still had erections.
The para sergeant was marched outside handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded. His head had already been shaved.
"What are we going to do with them, Sarge?" said one of the released corporals.

"I know what I would like to with them." growled another released corporal, "Strip every one of them naked and fuck the bastards."
"We're just do that, corporal. Strip all of them including the sergeant and tie them to the poles as you were tied. Shave their heads and their balls.
Order the other four into marine uniforms, shave their heads and tie them to rings in the walls. We will recall the other two patrols and as each approach the compound and see men in marine uniforms with heads shaved and tied to the wall they will think they are the enemy. With the eight naked and shaved guys tied to the poles it is unlikely they will be able to easily identify them as paras or marines."

Fifteen minutes later eight naked and shaved paras stood spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded. A marine went round them with ErectaGel rubbing it round their balls and their arses. Four other paras were "zapped", stripped and dressed in marine uniforms before being tied to rings embedded in the walls, blindfolded and their head shaved.
A marine posing as the para commander called Orange patrol to return to base as they were being replaced by Blue patrol. (Blue patrol had been captured but Orange patrol didn't know that).
Half an hour later Orange patrol was seen approaching the compound. They were greeted with friendly waves by several "paras". One "para" went over to one of the naked prisoners and masturbated his erect cock.

Orange patrol had grins on their faces and gave the thumbs up sign. They had no idea they were about to be "zapped", stripped and shaved themselves. As the first para walked to the nearest prisoner he was jabbed with a stun gun, as were the other three seconds later.
Assault5 group set off to bring back Blue Patrol which had been left tied naked in the war zone. They returned an hour later with their prisoners, still naked.
Now all 20 paras had been captured. Should the marines call in and say they had captured all of the enemy?
"We can call them at 1000 hours tomorrow. Let's have some entertainment first. My cock needs some action." said the marine sergeant.

For the paratrooper sergeant it was a big humiliation. His entire body, including his eyebrows had been shaved. If there is one guy a private in the army loves to fuck it's a sergeant. He already had been fucked ten times in the first two hours in full view of his men. He could expect twenty more cocks up his arse by noon tomorrow. Then there was the return to barracks. When his fellow sergeants hear of his defeat that will be another eleven cocks up his arse. He was wishing he had taken up an easy job like a construction worker digging a water-logged trench or a sewage cleaner knee deep in shit and cleaning the tanks.
 
 

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