Dog tagged
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Mark struggled in the chair, his arms tied at the wrists with his dog tags behind him.
He writhed in the armless chair, stripped naked, a mouth massaging his cock. He couldn't see anything, but he could feel. For the last 20 minutes, he'd been feeling pretty good, although he had no idea who was working his crank.
He'd been brought into the room, stripped, enema, tied and blindfolded, strapped to the chair.
Immediately, a mouth had enclosed his soft cock and a few seconds later, he was hard as a rock. After about 5 minutes, another mouth was on there. Then the lips would be on his nipples. He figured at least 3 mouths because he'd had both nipples and his pecker being worked.
A tongue scooped up a ball and sucked it in as his left nipple felt teeth. The hunky special-forces man didn't know what to do. His 6'2" frame was strapped down, allowing little movement, but access to his body.
He felt a tongue in a new spot, his left hand.
Someone was sucking fingers in the mouth, one at a time. It felt so good.
Why had someone abducted him, just to pleasure him?
He'd occasionally moan and groan. He was enjoying this, after all.
"Like that?" a voice asked.
"Yeah," was the breathy reply.
Mark realized his ass was on the edge of the chair, and a tongue was bathing his scrotum and `taint. Perineum? Was that what it was called? He was loosing thought, giving into the total pleasure of the situation.
That tongue felt so good. Why was he here?
It seemed their mission was to make him feel good.
Lips covered his lips, and forced a kiss, followed by a new mouth on his cock. He gasped, allowing a tongue inside his mouth as the other pried into his dick.
A third tongue grazed his shitter, and he jumped. Well, he tried. A second swipe started to break his resistance as he realized pleasure. A few more swipes and he was crying out for the tongue to do more, please him more.
He was now being tongue kissed, tongue fucked, and had a pair of mouths on his nipples, his penis abandoned.
He loved it.
"Like having your ass eaten?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Like having those nipples sucked?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "It's great."
"Cum."
The command was simple. The command was simple for Mark to execute.
His dick tensed and released, cum escaping the slit, covering his cock.
A mouth covered the erupting organ, savoring the texture of Mark's juice, its taste. It kept going as Mark cried out in ultimate pleasure, his knob being orally polished, tears being released from his eyes, sliding out from under the blindfold.
Then it was released. Another mouth for kissing again, and Mark tasted something in the kiss. He loved kissing and responded, tongue and lips twisting in pleasure, another mouth licking his ass again.
"You like that kiss?" the voice asked.
"Yeah. That was hot."
"It was your own cum, soldier."
"What?"
"And you've been serviced by men."
"Let me go!"
"We are."
Mark did feel the chair straps being released, but his arms were still tied, and his ankles were now together. He was gently lain on the floor, and soon the warm rain began.
Mark struggled with his bonds, but no release. The rain stopped and he was lifted and carried. He felt a draft, then a breeze. They must be taking him outside.
He was laid down again, felt a tug at his wrist, then a hurried retreat of feet.
After 5 minutes, he finally had his wrists free, his dog tags clinched in his fist as he pulled off the blindfold, then undid his ankle bonds.
He had no idea where he was. The street was unfamiliar, most buildings and houses along it appeared abandoned.
He looked himself over. A website was written on the back of his right hand, and a pile of clothes were nearby.
A jock strap, tight shorts, and a very small t-shirt with the arms cut off, and the bottom cut to expose his midriff, but he had to wear something.
Mark arrived home 3 hours later. It took an hour to figure out where he was, then 2 to get home.
He instantly booted up his computer, hanging his dog tags on the hook next to the computer.
He'd discovered a couple of things on the way home: 1) the cum had dried on him, the dried substance in his hairs, all of them, and 2) he'd enjoyed the experience, despite how it had started and how it had turned out. A guy had kissed him. Hell, at least 4 guys had pleasured him.
He pulled up a browser page, then typed in the web address.
"Enter your name" was the only prompt.
Mark typed in his first name. And was directed to enter his name.
He typed his first and last name, and a new page came up, asking for his city and state. He did. The third page asked for his mother's maiden name. He typed. He wondered who knew this much. This was obviously a planned operation.
The screen flickered, then the player window popped up, and the show started. The lights came up on a really good-looking guy, restrained naked to a chair, blindfolded.
Mark watched as a burly, biker type stepped into the frame and got on his knees and took Mark's cock in his mouth. Mark watched as a succession of men pleasured him, with the voice periodically asking Mark how he felt, if it was good, if he wanted to stop.
A tall, lanky man; a guy who looked like an accountant; a muscle-bound, gym type; a guy who looked like he could have been military; a couple of overweight guys; a skinny kid who must have been in college, but looked younger.
All the while, the voice asked Mark about it, getting reassurance that Mark enjoyed it and it should all continue.
Then the eruption, the swallowing, the kiss. That's when Mark realized he had another stiffy. The guy kissing him was a skinny, rib-showing guy, kind of dorky looking. Mark watched cum ooze from the kiss, dripping on his chest. His cock was aching for release again.
How was he liking this? But he was.
Then came all the guys, circled around him, cumming on him.
The video ran for over an hour, ending with his naked, bound body being left on the street. He'd figured out at least 3 different cameras were present. Somebody was a fast edit.
The video ended with a shot of a signed contract. The camera zoomed in on the signature, and there was Mark's John Hancock. When had he signed that, then he noticed the date. That was his recruitment date.
What had he really been recruited for?
All Mark knew was he'd enjoyed the experience, and he'd been dog tagged.
The end
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