(This is a fictional fantasy involving the British and U.S. military and civilians in imaginary and extreme S&M type sex and humiliation scenarios. It does not imply this sort of behavior is to be condoned, outside of voluntary role play by consenting adults.)
I was 18 years old and on a peace demonstration at a military base in East Anglia, England. We had come equipped with ladders and mattresses in order to climb the boundary fences and safely scale the coiled barbed wire at the top.
About 20 of us from my group managed to scale the perimeter fence, and once inside we headed for the nearest military equipment we could locate armed with mallets, etc. to smash it to pieces. Some women made for an aircraft, climbed up on it and smashed the cockpit windows before climbing inside and smashing up the controls.
I somehow got separated from the others, and decided I'd head for a light armored vehicle and see what damage I could do to that.
Suddenly I tripped and fell flat on my face. As I tried to scramble up, I felt a boot in my back pressing me down into the ground again. Then I saw another pair of boots in front of my face; army boots beneath khaki trousers.
OK, we've got another one,' said a voice above me, Let's take him to the interrogation hut'.
`Up you get, son,' said the soldier in front of me, as the boot was removed from my back.
Two British Army Military Policemen helped me to my feet, confiscated my sack with my mallet and tools, and escorted me towards a Nissan hut. They were dressed in their MP uniform of light khaki trousers and short-sleeved shirts, with red armbands and the letters MP written on them. On their short-cropped heads they wore the flat Redcap of the British Military Police.
I was taken into the hut, which was empty apart from a desk and some chairs. Pushing me down in a chair, one MP sat beside me whilst the other one faced me from behind the desk. The one next to me had red hair, and the one behind the desk was blond. Neither one could have been more than 25, and they were very good-looking indeed.
`OK, you anarchists have caused enough trouble on this base today. We're gonna teach you a lesson,' snarled the one behind the desk.
I'm not an anarchist', I said, I'm a peace protestor.'
`Why did you trespass on this base, and why come armed with these tools?' said the MP, pointing to the mallet and other tools on the desk, which he had confiscated from me.
To smash up as much of your murderous equipment as I could,' I said. And I wasn't trespassing -- my taxes pay for this base, and your wages. I'm carrying out an inspection on behalf of the British taxpayers, and destroying illegal equipment.'
Insolent little bastard, isn't he?' said the soldier sitting next to me, I think we'll have to teach him to respect the British Army.'
Yes, I think we will,' said the other soldier. Stand up! Get behind him, soldier, and show him the power of a British Military Policeman!'
The soldier next to me pulled me to my feet, and before I could protest he stood behind me with one arm round in front of my face, while the other made a grab for my crotch area. I could hardly breathe because the MP's bulging tattooed bicep was smothering my mouth and nose. I smelt a strong smell of soap, which was a tremendous sexual turn on, and at the same time his other hand was groping my cock which had quickly become rock hard inside my jeans.
He's got a boner,' said the soldier behind me, We're gonna have some fun with this one. Read that tattoo on my arm,' he ordered me.
He flexed his bicep as he pulled it a few inches from my face so I could read what the tattoo said. `OK, read it out loud,' he ordered in my ear.
`It--it says, B.B. British Army S--Spunk..' I stammered.
`British Army Spunk, that's right! That's what you're up against. Now show respect for the British Army -- lick that tattoo, go on, lick my bicep!' he ordered, still groping my cock inside my jeans, which was now leaking pre-cum.
I put out my tongue and did as he ordered, licking all over his tattoo and his muscular upper arm protruding from his khaki shirt and red MP armband. This made me so hot I almost came in my pants. Meanwhile, the other Military Policeman came round from behind the desk and stood in front of me.
Sit him down on the chair again,' he ordered, and the other soldier pushed me down into the chair, pulling his own chair up close to mine. He unzipped my jeans, and took my stiff cock out. Look here, Corporal. He's got a raging erection.'
Yes, he's a bloody queer. We know why he really came on to this base, to get near to soldiers. He is hoping we will rape him and sexually abuse him. Well, it's your lucky day, son,' said the soldier standing in front of me, unzipping his khaki trousers and waving his long, smooth, circumcised cock in my face. Have you ever sucked a soldier's cock before? Ever been orally raped by a Military Policeman, son? Well open your fuckin' mouth `cos I'm gonna feed you some of that British Army Spunk you just read about on Private Richardson's arm.'
`Open your mouth for Corporal Williams,' said Pvte Richardson in my ear, now wanking my cock with one hand and forcing my mouth open with the other. Not that it needed much forcing, I secretly knew they were absolutely right. I did want to be raped and sexually abused not by just these two, but by all the British and American male soldiers on the camp, or at least those under the age of about 30 anyway. I opened my mouth, and Corporal Williams' sweet smelling cock forced its way right in, spewing his even sweeter tasting pre-cum all over my tongue.
Yes, you like the taste of Corporal Williams' cock, don't you son,' cooed Pvte Richardson obscenely in my ear, whist spitting in his hand and slowly lubricating the tip of my cock with his spit-covered hand. Suck the Corporal's cock, that's right, suck it hard and he'll feed you your lunch.'
By now I was in a frenzy of spunk-lust for these two soldiers. All resistance to the military had ebbed away, all I wanted to do at this moment was to serve them and do whatever they wanted. They sensed this, for Corporal Williams sneered:
`He's not so cocky now, is he? Wait till you get a bellyful of our spunk inside you, that will quell any rebellious tendencies you still harbor against the British Army. Now look into my fuckin' face when I'm talking to you, that's right -- keep looking while I feed you your first meal of soldier sperm. And not just soldier sperm, you're getting the creme de la creme, Military Policeman's cum!'
Look into Corporal Williams' face,' said Pvte Richardson. See, it's contorted with lust, son! That means he's near to his climax. Look into his eyes -- look, they're glazing over with sheer lust as he reaches his orgasm. He's feeding you hot soldier spunk, son. Feel that Military Police cock spurting Army cream into your mouth. Yes, your mouth's filling up with soldier's sperm. Taste it, do you like the sweet taste of Corporal Williams' orgasm?'
I nodded: `Yes' as my mouth was flooded with the most delicious cum I have ever tasted, and I had to keep swallowing as the soldier filled my mouth again and again. I thought he would never stop cumming. I almost came myself, but Pvte Richardson sensed this and stopped massaging the tip of my cock.
That's right, drink down your lunch while it's still hot,' said Pvte Richardson, Then I'll feed you my hot load'.
He stood up and as Corporal Williams at last stopped shooting his load and removed his cock from my mouth, Pvte Richardson unzipped his fly and replaced Williams' cock with his own. I sucked on it like a baby at its mother's breast -- I wanted more of this delicious British Military Policeman spunk. Now Corporal Williams sat in the chair next to me and was jerking me off as I sucked Private Richardson's big cock.
Yes, you are hooked on British Army semen now, aren't you my little beauty,' he said in my ear. Keep sucking, he's about to feed you your second helping of soldier cum.'
Corporal Williams was jerking me faster and faster, as Private Williams fucked my mouth. His big cock went right down my throat, causing me to gag.
That's right, choke on his cock, you bastard', said Corporal Williams in my ear. We've killed people like that, you know -- choked them to death with our big soldier cocks! Some just drowned in our spunk -- they couldn't cope with 500 soldiers spunking down their throats one after the other. That's gonna happen to you on this base, son. This is just the beginning, so get used to swallowing soldier cum or you'll drown or choke to death!'
I was now close to cumming, and so was Private Richardson, I could tell by the look of ecstacy on his face, the stiffening of his cock in my mouth, and the fact that his eyes were now half-closed as he reached his climax.
That's right, shoot your load, son. Show us how much you are enjoying your lunch of soldier sperm. Drink that Military Police spunk!' said Corporal Williams as he brought me to climax. That's right, shoot, son, shoot that load'
I shot all over Private Richardson's trousers just as he started shooting his hot load into my mouth and down my throat: Did you enjoy that orgasm?' asked Private Richardson, Then enjoy this one!' and my mouth was working overtime swallowing mouthful after mouthful of his sperm, which had a different flavor from Corporal Williams' but which was just as delicious.
As Private Richardson removed his cock from my mouth, I sank back into my chair exhausted and happy, but they weren't finished with me yet.
You've been fed lunch, but you must be thirsty,' said Corporal Richardson, Would you like something hot to drink?'
`Oh, yes please,' I said, thinking they were going to make a pot of tea. Instead they both stood in front of me and told me to open my mouth wide again. A moment later they were both urinating in my mouth!
Fuckin' drink soldier piss,' said Corporal Williams. Keep swallowing, your mouth's gonna be used as an Army latrine for this base! Thousands of soldiers are gonna use your mouth, son!'
That's right, stop spilling your hot piss cocktail!' barked Private Williams, Swallow! Swallow these nice hot drinks Corporal Williams and I are giving you, you ungrateful little bastard!'
I gulped down as much of the foul tasting liquid as I could, but still got soaked in their piss. However, I found the more I swallowed, the more I got used to the taste. It was actually turning me on again, to be forced to drink piss from the cocks of these two handsome young military policemen. After a few seconds I had taken both their pissing cocks inside my mouth and was swallowing nearly all their piss. My belly was filling up with it.
Afterwards I felt disgusted with myself, and tried to protest: `That was disgusting! I can't be treated like that, I know my rights!'
Corporal Williams and Private Richardson grabbed hold of me and both of them gobbed and spat right in my face and into my mouth. `Rights, you ain't got any fuckin' rights here, son!' yelled Corporal Williams.
`No, you're just Army Property now, to do as we like with,' said Private Richardson.
They then made clear what lay in store for me in the days and weeks ahead. I was to be kept prisoner indefinitely on the base.
`Tomorrow you're on latrine duty for the British soldiers,' said Private Richardson.
`And when our lads have finished using your mouth as a latrine and a cum-dump, we'll hand you over to our horny American friends. Have you ever been raped by 1,000 sex-mad U.S. Marines, son?' laughed Corporal Williams.
They walked off laughing, and locked the door of the hut behind me. I had to sleep on the hard floor, but dreamt of fellatio and anal rape, and of being used as a latrine by thousands or British and American soldiers and marines. This was to become reality in the weeks, months and years which lay ahead. I was now Army Property.
Later that evening the Army tattooist came into the hut. He took out his equipment, and whilst two soldiers held me down he tattooed something on my forehead. It was painful, but my pain was eased by the two soldiers wanking me as the tattooing took place. Between them the the two young soldiers brought me off, just as the tattooist finished. They then held up two mirrors so I could see what the tattoo was.
In the first mirror I could only see words written backwards across my forehead, but when I looked at the second mirror in the first I could read the words: BRITISH ARMY & USMC PROPERTY'. Worse still, across my upper lip, just below my nose had been tattooed the word : SOLDIERS'' and below my bottom lip the word `URINAL'. I now knew I'd never be set free, couldn't be set free. I could never go home to my friends and family, couldn't face anyone looking like this. I was indeed Army Property, and everyone could see what my mouth was to be used for.
To be continued...