"Here's the cash. $80K. 10K each."
"Pull back the tarp."
Pilled ontop of each other...
Eight muscular young marines...
Hunky...
Squirming...
Hands fastened behind their backs with plastic cuffs....
Biceps restrained with them...
Elbows close together with the same....
Ankles and thighs cuffed....
Blood coming from cuts on their arms and wrists showing their struggle...
Eyes and mouth circled tightly with duct tape.
They put back the tarp.
"What are you going to do to them?"
"None of your fucking business."
They left.
He pulled back the tarp again.
Checked a few of their bindings. Made some tighter.
He jerked off as he watched them squirm.
He opened the bottle...
Poured it all around their heads...
And put back the tarp.
There was movement, now more drastic under the tarp.
Then some moans.
Then silence.
He smiled.
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I got back up, but now I was grabbed by my arms behind me. This time a side arm was put into my mouth.
I nodded I would be still.
They slipped the plastic cuffs around my wrists and tightened them tighter than I could imagine. They did the same up my arms, aboce my elbows, and then my elbows. They shoved a rag into my mouth and ductaped mup my head. Pushing me into the trunk, they used the plastic cuffs around my ankles and thighs. I was grabbed by my shirt, and was punched in the face until I was out cold. When I came to, I realized I was with others in a moving truck. It was hot, we were covered. The sweat drenched me. I could hear grnts and moans, and could feel struggles. I began to fight the bonds, but soon realized that the plastic was sharp and so tight any workout would slice through my bare arms. Who was doing this. Why? Who was I with? I fought the ties and cut my arms and wrists.
Little did I know I would soon be tied back to back with a complete stranger,
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"Eight marines missing from Camp Lejune? Nope, officer, havn't sceen anything out of the ordrinary. I'll call 911 if I do. OK. Good night."
He smiled.
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I woke up dizzy and nauseos. I tried to move mny hands to my head. I remembered that I was tied up. But it was different.
I felt strength against my back.
I quickly fgured out I was tied, back-to-back, with another Marine. I could feel his rolled up sleeve against mine. I expanded my chest. It felt as if miles of rope circled it binding me to him. My hands were now in front of me, my wrists crossed and bound with rope.
They were stressed, beind pulled apart. I figued out why. Each of my upper arms were roped to his, from the point of the fold down to my elbow, and tightened between. My wrists could not touch. I was glad I was out cold when he bound them together. At least they were numb. I felt some rope in the middle of my forearm, tight, pricking the hairs on my arm. I would latter find out that it was pulling my arms, straing my wrists, for it was tied to the other's forearm. Any movement -- well -- we tortured each other.
We were on our side. Out thighs were bound together and to his, as well as my knees. My boots and socks had been taken off, and our ankles tied up together.
I just moaned. There was nothing I could do.
The guy I was tied to sarted to jerk. He was torturing my hands. I could only imagine what was happenning.
A sharp feeling went through my body tingling me right down to my balls.
This fuck was ticking the sole of me feet.
And laughing.
He smiled.
It stopped.
"Time for some more rope."
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He ripped the tape off our eyes. I looked around. There were six others, tied as I was, back-to-back- suspened bromm a sturdy wooden beam in so old shed.
"Time for more rope marines."
He dragged up by our feet, under the beam. He took the rope and got it under both our arm pits on one side, and took the long end, kicked up around, and under our other pits. Tying the ends together, he lowered down a hook on a pully.
Then he heaved up up. The rope under our pits pinched through our sweat soaked shirts and the soft skin our our underarms. It was torture. Each heaved stressed our upper arms, and the ropes cut deep into our crossed wrists accross our guts. When our feet were off the floor, just enough to be hanging, he tied it off.
We swayed.......
"Now I get my revenge against the marines for replealing don't ask, don't tell, you fucking gay boys!"
I realized we were under the cronrol of a madman, full of rightousness, thinking we were all gay. "Revenge?" I shuddered. He grabbed our hair and put our heads together, side-by-side, and taped them complety, until only our nostrils were exposed for the breath of life.
It came to me. I am going to be tortured, probably slowly, to death, bound to somebody I did not even know... SEMPER FI kept ringing in my head. I hung bound and waited.
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I would latter find out that a guy from my barracks, Jesse, was my "torture buddy."
Anyway, at the time it was just some guy tied up to me, screaming in his gag, making us swing, his sweat soaked back musckes squirming against mine. I could feel him buldge his upper amrs in our rope. Soon I felt him sag. No more sounds or struggles. Was he dead?
I was next.
From this point on it gets pretty graphic.
He used and knife and cut a slit over my eyes, and widened it.
I saw him standing there...
He removed his boxing gloves, bent down, and tickled the soles my my feet.
I had been working my gag since the beginning, The tape was moist from sweat and spit. I pushed out the rag with my tongue...
"Get you fucking hands off my body, you gay bastard!"
He was shocked. He went into a rage.
He loosend my belt and pushed dowm my pants and underware, exposing my balls. He put back on his gloved.
"These are mine now."
I knew I could handle being beaten up. Since I was a kid my older brothers would tie me up and beat the shit out of me...
But not this....
He pounded my arms...
Punched my gut...
And then busted my balls.
The sweat sprayed from my body.
"I am braking your balls marine."
He pulled off his gloved.
I was going old cold.
I saw a knife...
He grabbed my bruied balls....
"You are the first I am going to castrate and leave you to bleed to death."
I looked him deep into his eyes.
"Go fuck yourself...."
I heard the sound of automatic gun fire.....
My eyes were splashed with blood...
Somebody pulled the tape off my eyes.........
"He was going to cut my balls off," I whimpered as a group of navy seals began cutting up down and freeing our bonds.....
"What do you know...fucking Marine with his pants down. Wished I had my camera!"
"Go fuck yourself," I said, with a smile.
"So I'm home on leave."
And I told the story to my big brothers....
Who wresteled me down....
And tied me up.
"I think I might take that invite we got to try out for the Seals!"
I'm getting good at this!
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