Thread: Male Rape Camp (with CougarGirl)

Two days later, Sergeant Petersen presented himself at the guard post at a small base located on the edge of a nondescript town. There were just a few buildings, nothing to show what went on there. The corporal on duty scrutinised his papers casually and tossed them back. The mess is in building 12. Your quarters are in building 6, room 9. Freshen up and get something to eat. Then report to building 4. He looked away. Did he know why Mike was there? Was he embarrassed? Or was he just another lazy soldier doing as little as necessary to earn his pay? Mike dropped his kit and headed off to building 12. There he found a canteen with a few guys and a couple of women, eating by themselves and paying no attention to him or each other. He did the same. Then he strode off to building 4. Unsure whether to knock, he decided not to bother and opened the door. The building turned out to be a gymnasium with the usual equipment. He looked around, but saw nobody. Then a voice halted him. So, here you are at last. Lets hope you were worth waiting for. He turned to find two men who had stepped out of a doorway to what looked like a changing room. Come over here and lets take a look at you. That was the same guy who had spoken before. Tall, black, shaven head, military outfit, but with no badges to indicate rank or unit. The other guy was the same build but a bit thicker, white, short cropped hair. He began to circle Mike. Strip, he ordered, we cant see what youre like with that kit on. Mike wasnt sure how to react. Ordinarily, hed have refused and challenged this man about his rank and authority. But, in view of the reason he had been sent here, he decided just to do as he was told. He removed his kit until he was standing in just his shorts, with his other clothes folded neatly next to his boots. Are you deaf? the black guy shouted. You were told to strip. Do you look like youre stripped? Mike removed his shorts, folded them and dropped them on the top of his other clothes. Very careful, isnt he, Dan? the black guy remarked to his comrade. Did you see how he was so careful not to bend over. Well soon change that, Wayne, the white guy replied, hell be begging for our attention before were finished. Mike just watched as they stared at him, their eyes covering every inch of his body, eventually settling on his cock. Mike wasnt ashamed of his body his muscles had been honed by weeks of strenuous exercise and training. And he wasnt embarrassed by what he was carrying either. It always had a nice length when soft and stiffened up to just short of seven inches. From now on, Dan told him as Wayne wandered off towards the dressing room, you will always be properly dressed. Thats going to mean some changes. He looked around as Wayne came back and held out his hand to Mike. From now on, youll always wear these. Youll find more in your room. Im sure theyll be a nice snug fit. If we find you at any time not wearing them, you will be punished. Mike unfolded the small bundle to find a white lace thong. It was certainly going to be a tight fit. He shrugged and stepped into it, easing his so that they were held snuggly in the delicate fabric and laying his cock against his belly. He didnt dare look down, but could feel the unfamiliar sensation of lace and the tightness of the garment. Nice, Wayne remarked, very nice dont you think, Dan? Yea, Wayne, he looks real cute, but we need to find out what hes made out. What you say we check out those muscles? Sure, Wayne purred as he stepped close and reached out. Mike instinctively flinched away from his touch, only to collide with Dan who has moved behind him. Trapped between the two men, he had no option but to submit to being stroked and probed with their firm fingers as they worked over his chest and back and down his legs. They were careful to skirt around his crotch, but paid a lot of attention to his buttocks. He felt his cock shrivel. Well, Waynes breathing was fast as he stood toe to toe with Mike, hes in good condition on the surface. Yea, agreed Dan, his breath tickling Mikes neck. But what about inside? Youre right, Wayne stepped back. Wed better check him out. Go and lean on that vaulting horse, legs astride. Mike did as he was told, unsure of what would happen next, but fearing the worst. He didnt have long to wait. Fingers gripped the waist of the thong and, with one swift tug, it was around the top of his thighs. Before he could think, a finger was inserted into his crack and began rimming his asshole. Instinct again took over and he clenched his buttocks. Dan laughed, as Wayne bent forward and whispered in Mikes ear. You need to relax, man, or youll just make it worse for yourself. That was easier said than done, but Mike took some deep breaths and though of Major Roberts ass to distract himself from the firm insertion of Waynes index finger. Tight, real tight, he muttered, almost to himself, as his finger worked deeper, probing until Mike felt a sudden arousal. He shifted to conceal his stiffening cock from the men, but Dans eagle eye had already spotted it. Looks like youre right on the button there. He squatted and watched Mikes cock rise. Yea, flags gone up the pole. Why dont you finished him off. Itd be a pity to interrupt his pleasure now, wouldnt it. Wayne continued pressing, gently moving his finger from side to side, until Mike felt his balls tighten and the unmistakeable pulse of his ejaculation. Wayne withdrew his finger and joined Dan to watch Mikes sperm spill over the floor. Nice, he remarked, but messy. Get that thong back on and then fetch a cloth from the changing room. Mike pulled up the thong as best he would, but his cock was still too long for the thong to cover it and too hard to be tucked down. He strode as manfully as he could across the gym and collected a fistful of tissues to clean and dry the floor, only to find the men had gone. He cleaned up as best he could, tucked his now flaccid cock into the thong, dressed and left for his room.