Jack in the Box

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This story is fiction. Should the characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person, living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly coincidences. This story deals with mature subject matter and involves raunchy sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then don't. If you are offended by acts of sexuality between consenting and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what they are doing.

Jack in the Box (mm, nc)

The man's wrists and ankles were cuffed. A leather strap attached to both handcuffs and ankle restraints would have limited his movements - if he had moved. However, he sat provokingly quiet. His face remained motionless. The Asian, probably in his mid-forties, was dressed in orange prisoner overalls and wore plastic slippers on his naked feet. Standing at just 5' 5"

he was lanky, weighing about 145 lbs. His short-cut brisk hair was pitch-black and so were his eyes who dominated the clean-shaven face. He had been apprehended by a patrol of the USMC military police, while he was trying to access a tank hangar at Camp Tango. The camp was one of the US-bases alongside the demilitarized zone separating South Korea from the hostile regime in Pyongyang. The DMZ at the 38th parallel north, which cuts the Korean Peninsula roughly in half, was the original boundary between the American and Soviet occupation zones established at the end of World War II, and became the border between North Korea and South Korea upon the formation of those two countries in 1948.

"Do you speak English? What's your name?" none of Dr. Cindy McGuire's questions was answered by the purportedly spy from North-Korea. Since hours the brunette, who was the head of the medical intelligence unit of Camp Tango, was interrogating the Asian prisoner, but to no avail.

She had no doubt that this guy was dangerous. They had no idea, how he had managed to penetrate the tight security surrounding the camp. Cindy suspected that he had had help from inside and if that was true, they needed to find that mole asap. The MV245 tanks stationed at the DMZ were equipped with the latest armored vehicles technology. The North-Koreans were in particular interested in the TCUs. The TCUs were a highly-sophisticated computerized target acquisition system, which was said being capable to take down short range and even medium range missiles. If the North-Koreans got the secret technology, it would make them almost invulnerable to cruise missiles and other tactical weapons.

"We have ways and means to make you talk! Why do you want make things difficult for you?" Dr. McGuire threatened.

Although Kim Nang Po's face remained indifferent, his mind was racing. The Americans had no clue with whom they were dealing, not yet at least. He had to find a way to escape. If the Americans presented him to the media, it would be an unbearable loss of face for the North-Korean government and it would mean his liquidation.

Kim was indeed an agent. He was a Major in the North-Korean Workers' and Peasants' Militia, otherwise known as the `Red Guards'. The officer was attached to the Research Department for External Intelligence (RDEI). His English was without accent and he had been trained at West Point within a cross-cultural de-escalation program. Kim knew all to well, what the brunette MD was referring to and he knew that he could not allow being subjected to any drug induced interrogation.

"OK, if you want it the hard way..." Dr. McGuire pressed a button on her desk. The door opened and a husky guard with the insignia of a Captain of the USMC Military Police appeared. His name tag read Chet Durango.

The broad-shouldered, beefy built 190 lbs. Marine stood 6.1 ft. tall. His dark-blonde crew cut hair was short-clipped at the sides. A dark 5 o'clock shadow shrouded his strong squared jaw. The 34-years-old USMC MP Captain was wearing his navy-blue SWAT combat uniform and black boots. Handcuffs dangled from the heavy utility belt tied around the narrow waist.

"Any problems with our guest, Ma'am?" the muscular soldier gave Cindy a cocky smile. Flawless teeth were sparkling white in his manly sun-tanned face.

"He needs special treatment, Captain", Cindy smiled.

"I need special treatment too Doc," Chet grinned lasciviously while he moved his brawny frame inside the room. His light-brown eyes were challenging. Purposefully ignoring the Asian, he strutted towards the woman.

The Captain wrapped his muscular arms around the Brunette. His burly body pushed her back against her desk. Cindy's hands rested on his melon-shaped ass-cheeks. She squeezed the man's firm buttocks deftly through the tight fabric of his pants and pulled him towards herself. Chet's quickly hardening dick pressed against her lap. Playfully she wiggled her hips.

"Uuuh .." he grunted enjoying the rub of his groin.

Kim watched the couple hugging and exchanging a deep throat kiss.

"I...mmmpphh am now...mmh...since fuckin' 56 hours on duty," Chet mumbled hoarsely, "I am an emergency case Doc. I need it, I need it bad."

Cindy nibbled at his ear lobe, knowing that this would turn him on. The hunky Captain felt his accelerating heartbeat pulsing in his dick. Sweat was pouring from his arm pits. Damn that woman was hot. He could fuck her right away on her desk.

"Ohh .. yeahh, baby, I love it when you do that, " Chet gasped red-faced.

"Soldier, you need first and for all a shower," Cindy pinched her nose in faked disgust, however, contradicted her statement immediately and indulged in his manly odor. "No problem, Ma'am, if the doctor could lather my tool," Chet chuckled, while kneading her boobs.

"Chill Baby, "Cindy laughed and pushed the heavily breathing man away," let's get this gook to the examination room first. When we are through with him we'll have the whole weekend to look after your tool." The big Marine and the sexy doctor had a raunchy sex affair going on. Anticipating the fuck festival she could expect during the next three nights and two days Cindy felt already a weakness in her legs. The Captain was usually horny and ready for sex all the time, but when Chet returned from an extended patrol his sex drive was insatiable.

She was always amazed about the huge amounts of cum, that Chet's 7'' cut baby-maker could produce. Chet was an experienced lover, who knew how to please her. The hot Brunette with her buxom boobs and her firm buttocks offered him the sexual workouts that his healthy man's body needed. The love-making of the muscle-packed hunk was wild and passionate. She loved his macho roughness and retaliated with the firm grip of her pussy that had him moaning in ecstasy until he cuddled his sweat-soaked satisfied body with hers in the wee hours of the morning.

"Get that guy over to Lab 4." Cindy said," the sooner we get him to talk the longer the weekend, honey."

"Come on you piece of shit!" The Marine seized the captive and hustled him roughly to the door.

Kim was desperate. The guard pushed him along the corridor. No way to escape and cuffed and chained he was no match for the brawny soldier. The brunette Doctor stopped in front of a door and slipped her ID through a scanner. The double-winged door opened and Kim was pushed inside a room with a tiled floor. The doors closed with a dull sound. Cold fluorescent light was reflected from high-polished stainless steel cabinets. Antiseptic smell hovered in the air. In the center of the room was a leather-covered examination table with leather restraints to fasten ankles and wrists to the table.

"Get him on the table and take the cuffs off," Cindy said while she was taking a tray with a number of syringes from a fridge," he will be very cooperative after the drug has hit."

Kim found his worst fears confirmed. He had to make his move, but how.

"You know," Chet said while hustling the Asian to the examination table, "gimme just 15 minutes with that bloody gook and he will sing like a nightingale. The doors are sound-proof. Nobody will hear him screaming."

Chet squatted and removed the ankle restraints. The Korean looked intently down at him.

"Don't you even think about it!" Chet glowered. He turned him around and removed the cuffs from Kim's wrists.

"No need for old fashioned methods," Cindy said. "The new drug is great. The subject's will power is virtually cut off. He will know what is going on, what he is talking and doing, but has no way to interfere. He will do whatever he is ordered to do, helpless trapped inside his own body. But the nice thing is, when the drug wears off, he'll be back to normal. No lasting damage to his brain. The old stuff would have left him as a vegetable."

"I couldn't care less," Chet grunted while he pushed the Asian onto the table.

Cindy fetched a bottle from a fridge and prepared two syringes for injection, putting them on a small tray. A horrified Kim looked at the syringes filled with a bluish liquid. For the first time he lost his composure. In panic he started to struggle.

"Wo-hoo!" Chet threw is heavy body on top of the raging Korean. The Asian had no chance against the powerful Marine. Despite a heroic struggle his arms were forced into the leather restraints.

"Gotcha!" a grinning Chet caught the flailing legs and forced the ankles into the restraints as well.

Kim's body slumped in resignation. That was the end.

The Captain turned back to Cindy who had calmly watched the ruckus. She was sure that Chet could handle the situation.

The Marine turned to her, his face suddenly contorting. Chet's mouth opened as he was desperately gasping for air. He made two three stumbling steps. With disbelieve in his eyes he closed his hands around his throat. Retching sounds alarmed her.

"Cindy help...arrgh" he gargled and sank to his knees finally collapsing as a heap on the tiled floor. Terrified she watched his strong body jerking. The Korean must have hurt him. Was there a hidden weapon?

"Chet!" she shouted and rushed to his aid. The man was hardly moving anymore. She kneeled down, ripped his uniform jacket open exposing a black wife-beater tank top. She pressed her ear on his chest to listen for his heart beat. The skin-tight T-shirt was damp from his sweat and exuding his manly odor.

Strong arms folded around her and pulled her down on top of the prone soldier.

"You bastard!" Cindy's fists punched his chest.

"Come on Baby. Let's show the gook how two healthy Americans fuck!" Chet rasped hoarsely. His eyes were looking mockingly up to her. The short fight had pumped additional adrenaline into her lover's system.

"Let's do it!" Chet said gleefully, "making love in sight of the enemy."

"Hell, why not?" Cindy threw her arms around his neck and closed her mouth over his.

Chet started unbuttoning her blouse. She wriggled her ass into his lap, making him groan in pleasure. He arched his back and unbuttoned his fly when Cindy's pager rang.

"Fuck!" the Marine cursed. Cindy read the little display.

"I need to drive to Camp Bravo. They have an emergency." The Brunette closed her blouse.

"But...", Chet looked in disbelief again. This time he was not faking. That was not happening. She could not leave him turned on like that, throwing a fucking boner.

"Come on big boy, I'll be back latest by tomorrow night. Keep the heat on, ok?" Cindy smiled down at the miserably looking hunk.

"I'll better get some ice," Chet sighed in exaggerated despair and released her reluctantly.

Both men were looking after the brunette. The doors closed again with a thud.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the Marine repeated and stamped his booted foot on the floor in frustration.

Kim registered with interest the impressive bulge that had developed in the American's lap. He couldn't prevent himself from grinning. That hunk had blue balls. Too late he tried to control his expression.

The Marine caught his looks. It was obvious. The gook was scoffing at him because his girl had dumped him. He came up on his feet fuming.

"What are you looking at, huh?" Chet barked angrily.

"Are you a fag? Craving for my cock, huh? Like the sluts in downtown Seoul." The Marine didn't wait for an answer. He peeled the jacket from his shoulders and shot a murderous glare at the Korean. Tattoos were covering the muscle-packed biceps.

"Get up, you little piece of shit!" Chet removed the manacles. His dog tags clanked and rattled while the Captain pulled the Korean from the examination table.

"This is not over, asshole! Now we talk the old fashioned way. Looks, as we'd have a full weekend ahead. Now again: Do you speak English?" Chet sneered and forced the Korean down on his knees.

"The chicks like this, " his hands closed behind Kim's head and pulled the Korean's face into his groin. "...they need a stud like me."

Kim was desperately fighting for air and coughing, but he was held in an iron grip. He could almost smell the American's hardening dick through the fabric of the trousers.

Then there was something warm touching his lips. Kim realized in surprise that the tip of the Marine's penis was peeping through the open fly. The angry American hadn't bothered to close his zipper after the intended fuck-session on the tiled floor hadn't worked as planned. Kim considered taking the careless hunk down. One bite and the fight would be over. However the American might still be useful to aid his cause.

Kim didn't offer any resistance and allowed Chet to rub his face right and left across his lap. Every time the dickhead was passing by, Kim gave it a short lick with his tongue. Chet was too enraged to realize that his baby-maker was gliding through his fly.

His dick, however, reacted to the soft touch of Kim's tongue. When it touched his lips again, Kim realized that it had not only wriggled even further from the confinement of the pants. It was definitely swelling. Moments later, he managed to close his lips over the mushroom head and applied a careful suction.

Chet felt the wet grip around his dick. First he was appalled by the idea of receiving a blowjob from a man. But then... It didn't feel bad and he enjoyed humiliating the Asian. Kim was almost passing out when the Marine jerked his head back, bending it painfully to the neck.

"You are truly queer, a fuckin' pussy-boy! You like a man's cock up yer fuckin' mouth, huh?" Furiously he forced his cock inside the Korean's mouth.

Chet was still fuming but he sensed a well known tingling in his groin. He was frustrated and he was horny; if he was to relieve himself in that gook's mouth, so what? Nobody would listen to any of the bloody spy's complaints. He kept the Asian's head in place and started to rotate his hips, thrusting his hips back and forth, bucking his hips against Kim's face.

Kim couldn't believe his luck. The primal instincts had taken control over the hunky body and made the big Marine careless. His tongue swirled around the hardening shaft. Satisfied with the blow job Chet released Kim's head.

"Yeah, suck my Marine combat cock!" Chet stood arms akimbo. His hips were slightly rocking.

The hunky Captain watched the Asian through half-shut eyes. Carefully to avoid any suspicion Kim opened the zipper wider. His mouth engulfed the throbbing shaft, holding the swollen dick head in a velvet grip. Softly he pulled until the heavy set of balls rested comfortably in the palm of his hand.

"Oh yeah, that feels good...chew my bone," Chet reacted with a deep satisfied grunt when his nuts were softly fondled. His head lolled back and his hips started to buck harder. The salty taste in his mouth told Kim that the American was leaking pre-cum. The rocking motion accelerated. The hunky soldier's moans grew louder and louder under the assault of the Asian tongue.

"Fuck, oh yeah..." Chet gulped. The Asian felt the heavy nuts attaching to the base of the throbbing shaft. Kim knew that the hunk was now focusing on that unique fantastic moment of both weakness and ecstasy. His primal instincts would now tame his readiness to fight. If he managed to push him over the edge, he wouldn't bother to cum even in the hands of his enemy and it would be than right at the top of the climax, at the instant of the cum shot, when he would strike.

Kim got up and moved behind the surprised Marine. Before Chet knew what was going on, one hand was reaching under his wife-beater, gliding upwards across the sweaty abs until the fingers found a nipple to caress. Warm lips closed around his ear and teeth started nibbling his earlobe. All the time his rock-hard dick was jerked.

Fingertips played with the sensitive dickhead and before the hunky man knew it, he felt the first contractions of an approaching climax spreading through his groins.

"What the fuck!?... Aaarghh ...Shit!" unable to control himself the Marine was hammered by the force of his climax. A gush of white hot jism erupted from his cock and shot straight forward. Kim felt the hard warm body in his arms shudder. His fingers squeezed firmly the sensitive cock head preventing a second load of hot Marine cum to erupt and extending the orgasmic sensation.

"Uurgh! Shit!" Chet howled in frustration about the interrupted cum shot. His eyes bulged and his knees buckled in reflex. For a seemingly endless moment, he was kept on the edge of cuming. The powerful body quivered. Then his dick head was kneaded between thumb and index finger, forcing him over the edge into a thundering climax. Now, while he was spraying his man-juice, the muscle hunk was a howling and moaning bundle of lust, dragged about by his sensitive dick.

"Awwww! Fuck! Uurghhh!" sweat was pouring from the hollering man, who stumbled after the Asian. Kim used this moment of primal weakness, when the hunk was caught in the grip of his climax. With a firm grip on the hyper-sensitive mushroom head, he pulled the writhing body towards the desk. The cum-spewing shaft was twitching in his hand. Gooey stuff was oozing between his fingers. His other hand reached desperately for the tray that the brunette had left on the desk.

"Fucking gook! I'll kill you for that! Dead meat, that's what you are..." Chet's head was clearing fast. Murderous vengeance in his mind he went for the kill. His strong hands reached out and clawed the Korean by his shoulders. The lanky Asian was pulled towards the fuming Marine who intended to overpower the prisoner by his sheer body mass.

The two men collided with a heavy impact and if he was not held in the strangling grip by the Captain, the Asian would have been thrown across the room like a rag-doll

Furious, light-brown eyes met wide-open dark eyes. It happened in a second, but for the two struggling men it seemed to happen in slow-motion. Chet felt a sharp sting in his left pec. Both men's looks traveled down at the sculpted slab of meat that was partly covered by the taut tank top. The Korean's hand was firmly closed around one of the syringes which he had snatched from the tray with lightning fast speed. The impact of the clash of the two bodies had driven the needle through the fabric into the pectoral muscle about a centimeter below the soldier's nipple.

Kim watched the American's eyes changing from surprise to disbelieve and sudden comprehension. Chet released his grip and pushed the Korean away; at the same time he recognized the flash of triumph in the dark eyes and Kim's thumb pushed the plunger up to the hilt into the instrument injecting the bluish liquid into the flesh of the heaving pec. The Marine's push sent Kim backwards struggling for balance. But it was too late.

The Captain's man tit started to sizzle. In rising panic the stung Marine seized the pectoral slab and tried to squeeze the drug out of his chest. The effort was to no avail. The only effect was that his nipple protruded and stood at attention. A wave of burning heat spread through the left pec and rippled from Chet's muscle-packed chest down across his abs and traveled further to his back and down his legs.

"Oh shit!" Chet's mouth opened while he was gasping for air. The heat was rapidly replaced by a strange numbness that spread through his body. The world started to spin, first slowly but quickly faster and faster. He had to close his eyes; however, the spinning did not stop.

"Fuck you...I..." Chet felt light-headed. His conscious mind drifted from his body. It was as if he was hovering somewhere below the ceiling of the laboratory. In helpless apathy he was monitoring the scenario below him.

A well-built USMC MP Captain was facing a small lean Korean. The Asian was watching the soldier with curious intent. `Get that sonofabitch', Chet wanted to shout, but he was damned to hover passively over the scene. He watched the big Marine stagger. His head lolled back. The glassy eyes gave the hunk a sheepish expression. The brawny body was writhing. Arms were hanging limp from the swaying torso. The semi-erect dick still ridiculously dangling from the open fly was twitching in uncontrolled spasms.

The Korean approached the obviously defenseless Marine and seized the shoulder straps of the tank top. With a forceful rip the T-shirt was torn away exposing the chiseled chest. Heedless Kim dropped the remains of the underwear. His hand moved behind the soldier's waist to the utilities belt and fetched the handcuffs. Chet watched in agony as the Marine's wrists were cuffed behind his back. The Korean seized the broad shoulders and pushed the American to his knees. He unzipped the front of his overalls and pulled them down. Then he kneeled down as well and pulled the powerless Marine's head down to his lap.

The Asian held the disoriented American firmly by his hair and pushed the chin down preventing the soldier from closing his mouth. Chet realized that the Korean had opened the overalls and was now offering an impressive dick to the hunched American.

`No, no, no', Chet's mind roared in utter frustration about the imminent humiliation and then the Asian cock was force-fed to the kneeling hunk.

`Damned bastard!' Chet went ballistic. He wanted to beat the shit out of the arrogant grinning Korean, but he had no arms, no fists to throw his punches. Then on top of his furry the raging mind was seized by an invisible force. Chet's vision blurred again. He was caught in a kind of swirling vortex and sucked towards the kneeling Marine.

Something warm was growing and hardening inside his mouth. He had difficulties to breathe. His eyes blinked in confusion. His terribly empty head was forced down and a strong hand pulled his jaws apart. In his blurred vision, he recognized that the Korean was kneeling in front of him. He was naked down to his waist. Tattoos covered his arms. The grinning Asian was guiding the Captain's head up and down his shaft.

"Suck!" the command echoed inside his numbed mind.

"M-nn- oooh!" he mumbled while struggling with the first cock in his mouth, determined to resist. He would bite and mangle the man tool of the Korean. His strong jaws closed with murderous force. At least that was what he intended to do, but to his shock he realized that his head was bobbing up and down the throbbing shaft. His powerful arms hung limp on his back, held in place by his own cuffs. His body refused to follow his commands and responded treacherously to the Korean's orders.

"Mmmhh!" a pathetic soft moan of protest was all that indicated his resistance.

"I haven't had a woman since two weeks. You will be a nice replacement, big boy!" Kim's voice was already ragged as his climax was building up. Holding the tall American muscle hunk sweating and helpless grunting in his grip was a highly erotic stimulation for the Asian who slammed his groin into the choking Marine's crimson face. A musky scent filled Chet's lungs. He was fighting it, but in the end he had to breathe.

Chet felt fingers dancing on his bare back. They moved down along his spine and crawled under the belt inside his trousers. One finger dove between the sweaty butt cheeks and rubbed gently alongside his arse crack.

"M-mmpff," he wanted to protest against this humiliating fingering. He tried to raise his head.

"It's alright, just suck my meat," the Asian said pushing the coughing Marine back in place.

Again and again the Asian dick was driven into Chet's throat. Kim got really turned on feeling the American's grunts against his hardened dick and playing with the helpless man's butt hole.

"You like it, don't you?" Kim said softly.

"Mm-nnnooo ...", the kneeling hunk objected.

The Korean clamped the Captain's head and thrust his hips upward. He plunged into the crimson face. Chet felt the hefty cock throb inside his mouth and then Kim erupted.

"Aaarghh ...," he howled, impregnating Chet's mouth with a torrent of his gism. Gooey man juice spilled along the corner of the soldier's lips and dribbled down his chin.

Chet had given the first blow job of his life. His mind was desperately trying to understand how it had happened that he ended pathetically kneeling between the legs of that lanky Asian with a man's dick up his throat and his arse played with. He felt weak and demolished.

Chet was still spitting cum from his mouth, when Kim fetched another syringe. The Korean seized Chet's right pectoral slab. His thumb rubbed several times over the nipple and then flipped at it. The fleshy knob responded by hardening to attention.

Kim looked into the Captains hateful eyes.

"Here you go," This time the Marine got his shot straight into his right man tit. The searing pain brought him out from his stupor. With a furious roar he charged at the Korean despite his wrists being cuffed.

"Freeze!" Kim commanded sharply, wanting to stop the raging hunk, but achieved an unexpected result. To Chet it felt as if he was tossed into a basin of ice-cold water. From one moment to the other, the heat churning in his body was replaced by an icy shock wave. He was still trying to understand what was going on when he lost control over his legs and arms. He collapsed a second time on the tiles and this time he didn't fake. He realized that this was not for real, but the power of the drug induced imagination forced his body into a panic stricken shiver.

"So cold..." was all Chet mustered to say before his body went rigid and he passed out.

When he regained consciousness he found himself lying face-down on the examination table. The cold was gone. His wrists were still cuffed behind his back. Somebody reached under his belly and pulled his dick that was still dangling from his open fly down until it lay exposed between his thighs.

"Fucking bastard! Get your hands off me! Help! Help!", Chet shouted while Kim loosened the laces of his combat boots.

"Shout as much as you like, nobody can hear you." Kim sneered, "We have the whole weekend for ourselves."

"Damn you!" Chet howled furious about his helpless situation. The cuffs were cutting into his strong wrists keeping the muscle-packed arms safely in place behind his back. He knew too well that he could not break the special triple-hardened steel of these bonds. The Captain was able to move his torso and with some effort he could turn his head to look over his shoulder at his captor. His waist and legs, however, felt numb and were almost immobilized. The drug was working all too well.

Unimpressed by Chet's cursing the Asian removed the boots from the limp hanging legs. Helpless the furious Marine had to allow that his socks were stripped off.

Kim wrapped the legs of the uniform trousers up to the knees, exposing the barbed wire tattoo bands encircling the hard-muscled calves.

"Nice body painting," Kim said, "do you have more to explore?"

"Fucking Queer!" Chet croaked.

"Relax and enjoy," The Korean grinned and started to knead the exposed feet.

Chet had plenty of experiences in massage saloons. Horrified he realized that the Korean tried to get him horny by stimulating the erogenous pressure zones at his heals, soles and between his toes. Desperately he tried to focus, to cool down. He couldn't allow to be turned on again by a man who had already milked a load from him and he did not want to offer the Korean another triumph.

"Why are you doing this? Are you a faggot?" Chet asked trying to buy some time. "I ain't into that queer stuff."

"Ah, you are ready to negotiate already?" Kim chuckled.

"Fuck you, you queer bastard! What ..?" Chet barked over his shoulder.

Kim bent one leg at the knee and blew softly over the sole. Satisfied he observed the curling toes. A soft lick made Chet giggle from the unexpected ticklish sensation. His calve twitched away.

"Don't move!" Kim ordered and now Chet lost the last remaining control over his leg. Chet was not ticklish, however, the stimulations had made his feet highly sensitive to the Asian's velvet touch.

"Noooo! ...Hahhaha...Stop it! Oh no shit, I aahhh," Chet protested with a burst of laughter.

His laughter changed to high-pitched squeaks while his body was writhing on the table. Being tickled was completely new to him and he was almost panicking that he had no way to escape from the teasing fingers and the tongue licking and chewing at his toes.

"Stop it man! What do you want from me? Ha .. huh! Gimme a break! I am not into that queer stuff, oh shit," Chet yelped.

"Where do I find the MV245 target control unit?" Kim interrupted his tickling.

The Captain froze. The guy was really after the TCUs. His mouth opened already to reveal the requested information. No, no, no, his mind was screaming. Kim watched the muscular body going tense as Chet mustered all his strength to prevent the secret information to slip out.

"I--I have no idea, wh-what you're talkin' about," Chet panted with a strangled voice.

"Let me help you to refresh your memory," Kim said almost casually.

Chet froze and prepared himself for the pain he could expect.

Suddenly fingers poked and wiggled in his hairy arm pits. The hands traveled down and scratched his sides.

"What the fuck are ya' doing, gook?" Chet asked amused. Kim did not reply.

"You are not seriously thinking, I'd be ticklish, huh?" the Marine asked incredulously.

The fingertips rested on a spot at his sides and a soft shiver ran through his body.

Kim looked into the American's face. Chet remained calm although his muscles tensed.

"So, what?" he asked. A first hint of a smile flushed across his expression. His body shuddered again. Kim knew that the hunk was losing control.

Chet fought to keep his face expressionless, but could not prevent a giggle escaping from his mouth.

"Hey come on this is ridiculous, this ...ppff ...ha...no, fuck you!" Chet was loosing it. For a while he still managed to keep his composure, but once the first squeaks and howls were heard he couldn't stop anymore. The Korean's finger seemed to be everywhere. They caressed his nipples, poked and stroked in his sweaty pits and twitched his sensitive sides.

"Ha ...hahah ...fuck ... shit ... huh oohh nnoo!" Chet thrashed his head right and left on the leather surface and his body bucked as laughter spurted from his gasping mouth.

His earlobes were nibbled and warm fingers worked lightly around his hard tits, circling around them and softly stroking the tips. Despite the ticklish sensations he felt his dick twitching and pulsing.

"Nnoo ... haha ... get off man!" the Marine felt embarrassed getting again a hard-on in front of his enemy.

Then the fingers danced across his toned midsection and the firm six-pack abs. They moved to his navel and probed into his belly button.

"Bastard! Aaaaaaeeiiii, nooooooooo ... huh, huh!," Chet's screams were efficiently blocked by the soundproof door just as he had explained earlier.

The Captain felt helpless as never before in his life. He was trained to resist pain and torture, but nobody had prepared him for a ridiculous tickling attack. His insides were hurting from laughter. His eyes bulged while he was hollering, gasping for air. His torso was writhing in uncontrolled spasms and his strong arms were hanging limp only held by the cuffs. The strong legs lolled limp from his sides. At one time Kim worked even his tongue inside Chet's navel. He felt the chiseled abs quivering on his face.

"Ohhh fuckinnnn' shiiitt ... nnn-ooooo! Aaaeergh ...huh ... pleeze stop ... uhhh." Chet lost the little control he had left when his belly button was sucked and kissed. Tears were streaming down his face, while he was hysterically laughing.

It took the Korean less then half an hour to turn the Marine into a hysterical screaming and squeaking man-child. Finally Chet was too exhausted to scream. Trying to bite into the leather cover of the examination table he was lying limp, soaked in sweat and sobbing, but relieved that he did not disclose the secret.

However this victory had cost him dearly. Unable to focus his mind, he became now an easy victim to the erotic massage. Kim worked on the sweaty feet in earnest and soon the sobs turned into soft guttural moans. Chet's skin was sizzling. Goose bumps had developed all over his body. His nipples had hardened and his chest was rubbing instinctively over the leather cover of the examination table. The heavy smell of his own sweat filled his nostrils. The Marine couldn't help it. His hips were bucking slowly up and down. The hunk's balls were aching in the taut nut sac. Kim stopped only when drops of pre-cum oozed from the piss slit of the re-bonerized American man tool.

Kim was surprised about the strong will-power of the American. The Korean considered Westerners as decadent weaklings. In particular the American GIs, stationed in Korea to support the corrupt regime in the South, were rather heroes in the arms of their Korean whores than on the battle grounds.

Looking down at the sweat-soaked Marine, who had stubbornly refused to reveal any information, he felt respect for his foe, but he was sure that in the end he could extract the information he needed. Torture would be useless on this one. He knew that the Marine would rather die, than to betray his country.

The conversation with the brunette doctor had, however, revealed that the hunk was in heat and needed to get laid. His mind traveled back in time.

20 years ago during his training for the North-Korean RDEI Kim had spent several weeks at a brothel in Pyongyang. He and his other crew members had been horny as hell after six months of survival training on a remote island. When their instructors had told them that they were about to visit a whore-house the young men in the prime of their life had cheered in excited anticipation. Contrary to their hopes, this training cycle had provided the rookies the most humiliating experiences of their live. They had to learn that the male was far from being the dominant partner in sexual relations. It just seemed to be like that, because the man could overpower a woman by muscle power. But if the male was at the woman's mercy, he could be fucked senseless, without a chance.

Kim remembered one Red Guardian who was feared for his brutality in combat. He was skilled in all kinds of martial arts and never avoided any brawl. Well endowed with a dick like horse and a legendary stamina he was known for his sexual conquests and he was bragging about them all the time. When he was teamed him up with two hookers, who were in their late thirties he grumbled. But the instructors pacified his temper by promising him a hot teen chick after he had finished the two bitches.

The sex-deprived muscle hunk was halfway out of his clothes even before the three arrived at the bedroom. The next morning he reported hobbling for duty and had apparently trouble to sit on his chair.

The bully's face blushed scarlet-red, when it was announced that a hidden camera had caught the events of the night on tape. During the embarrassing evaluation of the video it was shown how the young virile macho took turns in fucking the women like a rabbit. His huge rod pumped load after load of hot cum into the eagerly presented pussies. But soon -- pretty soon -- he needed a rest. His muscular body glistening from sweat was spread-eagled on the bed when the whores turned the tables on him. One mounted his reddened face and made him eat her pussy, while the other one was jacking his dick. Now the hookers took turns in pumping the hunk. Inevitably he ended up weak and vulnerable in the arms of the women, exhausted, with deflated balls and a flaccid shrunken dick. He was unable to offer any resistance when the whores lifted his legs and pushed his knees against his sweaty chest. Before he knew what was happening they inserted a dildo into his elevated, exposed ass and fucked the howling man until a final dribble of cum was milked from the already sore dick.

The rookies learned that the whores were working as agents for the RDEI. The Japanese had used whores very successful during the American occupation after World War II and even at present time lots of information was pumped in Okinawa around the remaining US base.

The RDEI had copied the Japanese success story. Their agents were working in Seoul, Bangkok, Shanghai, Berlin, London, Paris and even in Washington and New York.

Western chubby businessmen were easy and obvious targets. But the RDEI was working in many subtle ways. The instructors told them the story with the Brazilian soccer team who suffered a humiliating defeat in Pyongyang after their nuts had been drained by agents that had been placed inside the hotel rooms of the players the night before the match. Athletes and soldiers were tough because they were fit and usually had lots of stamina. Taking them required, as the instructors explained, to exploit their individual weaknesses.

The instructors replayed the tape again and again. It was shown how the agents had systematically explored the body of the rookie agent for weak points. He apparently was not willing to suck tits and he refused to eat pussy. While he was humping one woman the other had sucked his toes and teased his man tits, without much success. Deep throat kissing and sucking his dick and fondling his balls had not impressed the hunk too much.

However, after one whore parted his chiseled butt cheeks and licked his puckered hole he had slowed down his bucking as if to enjoy this new sensation. The women knew they were on the right path.

The instructor stopped the tape: "Many men -- regardless whether straight or gay - can be controlled easily by their ass."

"Next time keep your buttocks tight!" he scolded the ashamed rookie. The instructor restarted the tape showing the hunched young man and zoomed in on his ass. The hunk was humping the whore with powerful thrusts. From between his thighs appeared the hand of the whore he was fucking. First, his balls were kneaded, then a finger slipped between the flexing ass cheeks.

When the second women spread the buttocks everyone could see how the finger probed the puckered hole. All the time the horny fucker had been finger-fucked by the agents.

The instructors drew the attention of the rookies to the noise he was making. The more he was exerting himself his dirty talking had changed into grunts and hollering, but when the finger played his hole he had started to groan. By comparing the cumshots the instructors demonstrated, that the man had ejaculated more intense after the women had stimulated his ass.

"They drain him faster now," the instructor lectured, "he actually has already lost control. Watch how he loses his rhythm. His muscles are aching and now he would like to rest, but with the finger up his ass he goes another round."

"Now he starts sucking her tit, he had refused to do that in the beginning." the instructor pointed to the TV where the head of the muscle hunk was pushed down onto a buxom boob. He had hardly a choice but to close his mouth over the nipple.

"He is exhausted and with the tit in his mouth he runs short of air. This is another trick, because it keeps him hard. Now watch how easy she makes him cum."

The instructor pointed to the writhing body. The finger sunk deep inside the quivering ass. The sweat-soaked body tensed and the choked grunts indicated that the shrinking balls emptied their content into the eager cunt.

The man fell flat on his back. He was panting heavily and his eyes were glassy.

"Eating pussy is no longer refused. He is quite docile now." The instructor commented," ... and his ass gives him away."

The prone hunk was impaled on the dildo and during the replay he was heard sobbing. First begging the whores to stop and later begging them delirious to continue.

"If he was an enemy soldier, they could extract any kind of information by now." The instructor concluded and switched the TV off, "however, as this was an exercise they decided to drain him completely -- they wanted to have some fun in the end."

None of the rookies laughed. Even later they never talked about their experiences during the night and were most happy that their tapes were not presented. Rumor had it that the tape contained another hour of action culminating in an infamous dry cumshot.

The whores had taught Kim a lot and he was confident that he could rip the information from the horny Marine at the moment of an uninhibited climax, when his guard was down, when he was weak and unable to resist the force of the drug. Unfortunately the American was as straight as they come. Kim knew, it meant nothing that he had forced him to shoot his load earlier. The Marine had only relieved himself rather mechanically and without any emotional involvement. As there was no whore available for the job, he had to find another way to turn the hunk on for real.

Nevertheless having him moaning with a leaking boner, Kim thought, it was a good start. He uncuffed the wrists of the semi-conscious soldier. The arms slumped down on both sides of the table. Chet offered only little resistance when Kim reached around his waist, unbuckled the belt and stripped the uniform trousers off. Kim grabbed the waist band of the combat pants and ripped them from the firm bubble butt. The MP Officer was laying face-down on the table, naked apart from his dog tags.

Knowing that the drug would soon wear off, Kim went to the fridge. Yes, there was the drug. He fetched the bottle with the bluish liquid. Now he needed new syringes. One by one he opened the cabinet doors until he found a box with syringes and hypodermic needles. He frowned when he saw another cardboard box labeled as "infant stuff". It contained pacifiers, diapers and a bottle of baby oil. Kim had an idea. He fetched the baby oil and closed the door.

His reflection in the highly-polished surface of the stainless steel showed him in his orange prisoner overalls stripped down to his narrow waist. He frowned again. This needed to be changed. There was no way he could walk across the base with these clothes. He stripped down to his underpants and was about to try the trousers he had stripped from the American, when he heard a moan.

"Oh, fuck."

Kim turned around and saw the Marine sitting on the examination table, rubbing his eyes.

"Shit!" he cursed through clenched teeth. The healthy body of the muscular fighter had absorbed the drug much faster then he had expected. His eyes widened when he discovered a bottle labeled "Chloroform" on the desk. This had to do and fast, because the Marine was already rising from the table.

Kim took the bottle and raced back. He fetched the discarded combat pants and spread the chloroform generously on the fabric.

Chet's vision was still blurred. He was already at the side of the table on buckling knees. The attack from behind came as a surprise. His underwear drenched in a strong smelling liquid was firmly pressed into his face. At the same time his big body was pulled backwards on the table. Recognizing the smell, he knew he had to get away fast. Kim hung on the shaking hunk for dear life. He twisted the cropped head right and left to disorientate the American. At the same time he pulled the heavy body with an amazing strength up from the floor and back on the table exercising a strangling hold around Chet's throat.

The struggling soldier had to cough and then there was no way out, he needed to breathe.

"Mmmpfff ... mmhghh", muffled grunts came from the frantic wriggling man. Naked legs were flailing. First his long flaccid cock dangled between his thighs. Then it changed to a semi-erect state. Chet hardly realized how his body betrayed him. He was too much occupied to avoid to breath too much of the anesthetic. But Kim registered the hunk's body's reaction and took immediately advantage.

Moving to the side, he pushed the underwear firmly into the face of the dazed Marine until the cropped head rested on the table. His free hand caught the twitching manhood and started to jerk it with slow strokes.

Surprised by the double assault Chet took another involuntary deep breath. His strong legs stretched out and his back arched, while the jacking of his cock took the fight out of him. The resistance weakened now quickly. Kim needed no big effort to keep the pants in Chet's face. The big body slumped and relaxed in resignation. Chet's wide-open eyes met the triumphant look of the victorious Asian. His own manly smell mixed with chloroform flooded his mouth and nose, while his consciousness drifted away. A warm lustful sensation was spreading from his groin throughout his body. Moments later the cock went limp in Kim's grip and wouldn't respond to any stimulation. Chet did realize that his wrists and ankles were forced into the restraints strapping him securely spread-eagled on the table.

Kim removed the chloroform-soaked underwear from the red sweaty face. He wanted the hunk conscious. He wanted him to fight his humiliation and live through the whole process of breaking the strong ego.

Chet was drifting semi-conscious. He felt comfortable and relaxed. His body was glistening, covered in baby oil. Warm hands were kneading his muscles, softening them, keeping him relaxed. His balls were softly fondled.

"Oh, yeah ..." a soft moan escaped from his lips.

"You like that, huh?" a voice -- strangely familiar -- interrupted his pleasure time.

"Yeah," he replied automatically his eyes blinking.

The face of the Korean filled his vision. He was grinning. Kim watched the face of the American change from confusion to disbelief and then to wild anger and blind fury, when the humiliating reality sank in. The tethered body reared up, fighting a hopeless fight against the bonds.

"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you bloody motherfuckin' queer. You ...", the Marine was fully conscious by now.

"But you said, you liked it," Kim replied innocently. His fist closed deftly around the hefty balls making Chet howl in fury and in pain.

"You will like that even more," Kim promised. He pumped the quickly responding shaft with a few strokes into a semi-erect state, proofing to the embarrassed hunk how much he controlled his brawny body already.

The slippery hand moved up until the ring of thumb and index finger engaged under the rim of the dark-red mushroom head. Then he pulled the throbbing manhood. Simultaneously he stretched the churning nuts down, preventing them from attaching to the base of the cock.

"Aaarghh! Nnno! Let go, you bastard," Chet arched his hips. Despite his anger and embarrassment, his dick hardened even more and he could not do anything about it. Finally, the palm slipped over the penis head and the bonerized meat sled through Kim's hand. The Korean caught the bobbing shaft immediately and started working his hand up the hefty shaft.

"Fuck! Aargh!," pre-cum was oozing, despite Kim's trapping the hunk's aching balls firmly.

"You wouldn't tell me about the TCUs, huh?" Kim asked suddenly.

"Wh-hat?" Chet rasped surprised fighting the pleasant sensations in his groins.

"I thought so," Kim released the rock-hard dick causing the Marine involuntary frustration. He turned away and when he returned, Chet recognized a syringe with the bluish drug in his hand.

"No! No! Fuck ya' ... no," Chet protested, jerking wildly in his bonds. It did not help at all.

He had to watch the Asian choosing one of the strong veins protruding from his arms. The sharp hypodermic needle penetrated the thick skin and the drug was injected into his blood system. Different from the earlier injections into his muscle flesh there was no instant effect.

Kim smiled down on him.

"You need to get laid, you need it badly!" A moment later, the Korean was all over his body. His nipples were twisted, his balls were kneaded, sharp teeth nibbled at his earlobes and his cock was blown to full size. His mind was swirling in lust. He heard a male voice grunting and moaning.

"Uurgh, yeah, fuck yeah..." and recognized it was himself.

Fingers were poking in his belly-button, probing his ass and even his ears. Slowly he was going down under the sexual assault.

"Where are the TCUs tell me," the question came from all sides.

"They ...," his mouth opened against his will. Chet mustered all remaining will power to fight the urge to tell.

"N-nev .. ohh shit, no!" he groaned in agony of lust when Kim bent his cock down between his thighs and made it snap against the taut abs.

... and than there was Cindy .. pumping his baby maker with both hands.

"Baby? Where do you come from? ... Oh th-that feeeelzzz ggooood ...", he hollered. His head lolled right and left. He did not care how it had happened. The Asian had disappeared and so had his resistance to be fondled and played with.

An overwhelming avalanche of horniness wiped his reasonable thinking out. The big man needed to cum and now he wanted it. His hips were humping up and down, driving the hot rod through the woman's palms.

"No, don't!" he howled in disappointment, when Cindy softened her firm grip. She was holding him now with one hand only and very softly. His bucking intensified.

"Oh, shit!" he cursed through clenched teeth. Bound as he was, he could not find any leverage and was exhausting himself rapidly.

Fingers slipped between the bouncing ass cheeks.

"Uuuhhh ... yes ... yes," he squealed when his ass crack was fondled. Cindy was about to fulfill one of his most intimate fantasies. His macho ego would have never allowed asking her to finger-fuck him, but now she seemed to know what he needed. His hips reared up as high as he could, exposing his puckered hole entirely to anything his girl would have in mind.

The imagination of him bound, defenseless and conquered by a woman, triggered sensations deep inside the muscle-hunk that were rocking his macho world.

"Yeah babe, I am all yours. Take me! " eagerly the big man expected the finger to slide past his sphincter.

With a surprising force, his virgin ass was conquered. The woman was virtually skewering him.

"Aaah! Fuck! Ahh ... uuuhh ... ohhhh!" the squealing man was wiggling speared on the two fingers that were probing his ass. How could Cindy hold his heavy body so firmly?

Chet's eyes were blinking and to his utter shock found himself again in the hands of the Asian. What that meant, became clear to him instantaneously when the probing fingers hit a highly sensitive erogenous point inside his ass.

"Aaahh, fuck! Yeahh!" the American was ready to shoot his load regardless whether he was doing it for a woman or for a man. A squeezing grip around his dick head prevented him rudely from relief.

"Uurrgh ... fuck, what the hell?" he shouted in frustration.

"Where are the TCUs?" Kim asked calmly.

"Oh no!" Chet moaned.

"Tell me and you may cum, big boy." The Korean pushed again the love button inside of the quivering Marine, causing a desperate howl.

Repeatedly Kim was guiding the wiggling soldier up to the edge of his climax and let him cool down again. Every time a new crack was added to the walls of Chet's resistance

"Oh please, please let me cum," the big man was sobbing and begging.

"Where are the TCUs?'

"Oh please, I--I can't tell, no please not again ..." Chet felt like a cornered animal.

Kim sensed that he was close. He head well done not to drain the horny fucker, but to deny him his release. His head dropped down and his mouth fully engulfed the bobbing dick. His fist was firmly clenching around the cock base blocking the nuts from sending the man's juices into the shaft. Far down in his throat he produced a deep humming sound. Vibrations traveled through the swallowed mushroom head and quickly the complete hefty man-pole was vibrating. The muscular body was writhing in spasm.

"Uuuh, no ... ok I--I ahhh!" Chet could not finish his sentence he struggled with the new sensation, which blew his brains out.

The humming increased.

"Yes, fuck yes, I tell it," he said raggedly.

The humming intensified even more.

"It is ... oh fuck ... they are in huh ... huh ... hang-g-gar f-forty f-five, oh shit," Chet winced.

Kim spat the dick from his mouth and pulled his hand out from between the sweaty ass cheeks.

"No! Fuck! No! Don't do that," Chet roared in agony. Bound, he could not reach his boner to jack himself over the edge.

Kim looked down at the pleading man. He had what he wanted. It was time to go.

"Please!" Chet begged . His face was contorted.

A new plan developed back in Kim's mind. This American could have to play an important role. The Marine watched as the Korean unlocked the bonds.

"Ah! Thanx man!" His hands rushed for his dick.

Kim slapped them away. "No, you don't touch you dick!"

Chet wanted to object but found himself unable to muster any resistance. Kim ordered him to get up and to bend his big muscular frame over the table.

"Now it's time to fuck, big boy." Kim announced.

The MP Captain did not believe his ears. He was about to be screwed by a gook. This would never happen, he thought while his body turned and lowered himself onto the examination table.

"No, that is not happening," Chet almost sobbed. He was remote controlled like a puppet.

Kim had already fetched the jar of Vaseline and greased the hairy ass crack. Fear in his eyes Chet looked over his shoulder. Kim recognized with glee the panic in the face of the big Marine.

"Now I'll make you my little American bitch," Kim parted Chet's buttocks and guided his dick towards the quivering bunghole. Chet tried to clench his sphincter tight, a last pathetic attempt to defend his virginity, but the Korean had already loosened him up during the finger fuck.

"Uh--uh--uurgh," a few stifled grunts was all he could utter and then he was impaled on an Asian dick. He had to admit that it did not hurt as much as he had expected. A firm grip by his hair forced his head up. Looking right into the polished cabinet door, he recognized his red face. Wide open eyes and the mouth forming an "O" of astonishment about his swift defloration.

"I guess it is a proper time to introduce myself, Captain" heard the Korean's sneering voice at his ear, "my name is Kim, Major Kim from the Red Guards."

The invading dick was moving out, almost leaving the Marine's rear channel, then it penetrated him again with a powerful thrust, leaving no doubt that Kim was taking possession of the beefy hunk. The hammering slaps against his buttocks and the drilling up and down his ass triggered strangely pleasant sensation in Chet's mind. He knew that he should feel embarrassed, but instead he felt increasingly horny.

"I hate you, I kill you for that," he said, but without persuasion. He said it, just because he knew he was supposed to say that. As a reply he received a few encouraging slaps on his melon-shaped buttocks. Strangely, the spanking turned him on as well.

Kim cupped the Marines chiseled chest from behind and twisted the fleshy man tits between his thumb and index finger.

"Oh yeah," Chet could not help, but it felt too good. He realized with a sudden clarity that the pleasures he was experiencing in the hands of the Korean where by far more intense and stimulating than with any of his chicks before. A twinge of sympathy for the Korean began to develop in the Marine's mind. His hips began to respond to Kim's relentless thrusting.

"Oh yeah man fuck me!" Chet hollered. Every thrust from the Korean was now answered by a bucking push from the hunk's hips.

"Ah now you like it, its not so bad after all," Kim was breathing hard as well.

"Fuck you are good man, harder, fuck me harder!" Chet went ecstatic. Kim had trouble to control the bucking body.

"Come on, big boy, get down here!" he guided the Marine down on his hands and knees.

"Yeah, oh yeah, harder, harder," Chet howled while he was taken doggie-style. His sweaty, oily hands slipped on the tiled floor until his face was grind into the tiles and his butt was obscenely inviting elevated to the humping Asian.

"Yeah man, fuck me. Ride my fuckin' butt," Chet shouted.

Kim rode the big Marine into the floor. Saliva was drooling from Chet's mouth. The Captain was so caught in his lust that he was only able to utter guttural grunts interrupted by high pitched yelps, when Kim's dick hit the sensitive prostrate and Kim got increasingly better the longer the fuck-ride went.

"Huh--huh--huh," Chet rasped.

The big man's dick was throbbing between his thighs. Chet wanted to touch himself, in order to get off. He needed to cum so badly, but he knew he was not allowed to do so.

Finally, he felt Kim's arms closing around his throat. Choking and coughing he was held in an iron grip. The body on his sweaty back, tensed. A rough bellow signaled that Kim had reached his climax. Huge gushes of Asian cum were impregnating the Marine's ass.

"I told you, I didn't have a woman since weeks," Kim said, his body still writhing in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Chet was on his back. Absentminded his fingers were playing with his nipples. He wanted to extend the erotic stimulation. His cock was still rock-hard and he was desperate to cum, but Kim did not allow it. The Captain did not why, but he did not question the Korean's authority. He had been topped, but that did not leave any hostile feelings. On the contrary, he was grateful for the new sexual heights he had reached under the guidance of the North-Korean Major. If only he could get relief from the ache in his nuts.

"Please man let me pop my nut. I need to get off, badly," the naked hunk was moaning.

"Later, big boy, now we have got a job to do." The Korean replied.

Chet looked up and was surprised to see the Asian fully dressed. He had taken Chet's uniform, which was slightly too big, but still fitting.

"Now show me hangar 45, Captain, will you?" Kim asked politely but with an undisguised authority in his voice.

"Yes, Sir!" the Marine replied but hesitated.

"What's wrong Captain?" Kim asked

"Ehm, my uniform, I've got no clothes, Sir." Chet stammered.

"Don't bother, its dark outside and you will take a way were we are out of sight of any patrol, understood?" Kim said.

"Yes, Sir, not to be seen by any patrol, Sir," the Captain stood at attention, his cock stiffly throbbing in front of his groin.

Indeed, it would have been a ridiculous scenario for any spectator to watch a big buck-naked Marine, sporting a boner, guiding a smaller Asian across the base. However, there was no spectator. During the weekend, there was just an emergency team in routine service.

Unseen the two arrived at hangar 45. Kim made Chet use a fork-lift truck to carry six brand new well-packed TCUs onto the back of a pickup. Nevertheless, the Marine had work up quite a sweat and was panting heavily until the job was done.

In the meantime, Kim had selected a rugged wooden box about 4.6 ft tall and 25 inches in width and depth. He ordered the Captain top add the box to the TCUs on the pickup.

"Now you sit inside, Captain," grinning, the Korean watched how the hunky soldier was forcing his big frame inside the box. Chet was slightly hunched and on his knees. His back and elbows touched the raw wood. His dick was standing at attention from his lap. Questioningly he looked up at the North-Korean Major.

"Now listen carefully, you will jack yourself to the edge and then cool down and start again. But you will not cum until you see me again, understood, Captain?" Kim ordered.

"Jack myself and will only cum when I see you again, yes Sir," Chet's hand started mechanically to rub his man-tool.

"But Sir, I--I," Chet started to plead.

"Oh yes Captain, I almost forgot. I have got you something to chew on during your journey." Kim reached inside his pocket.

When Kim fixed the top to the front side of the box, the big Marine was chewing on a pacifier. His eyes were already glassy.

Kim drove the pickup truck to a side gate of the base. The Korean worker who opened the gate saluted him with the ceremonial of the Red Guards.

"Well done, brother," Kim nodded, "keep your ears and eyes open, you are too valuable for the government to get caught."

The mole saluted again. He meant to hear a soft moan coming from the back of the truck, but that couldn't be true and it was not his job to ask. The truck disappeared in the night.

It took Kim two hours to reach Panjumeon and then Munsan Railway Station. His contacts assisted him to forward his precious freight to Kaesong in the North. There it was put on a train on the Pyongui line straight to Pyongyang the Northern capital. The workers wondered about occasional grunts and moans coming from one of the boxes, but it was not their job to ask -- if they wanted to keep their job.

All major news agencies had sent their teams to Pyongyang Central Station. It did not happen very often that the Workers' and Peasants' Militia invited for a press conference.

A statement was read, saying that the glorious people's forces had once again repelled an infamous attempt from the treacherous South and their Western allies to steal the people's property and get hold of their military research work. The theft had been thwarted and the thief apprehended. Of course, the South had been in total denial. Thus as proof, the thief would now be presented to the media.

A box made of raw wooden panels was rolled into the room. Two workers removed the front cover. Flashlights were flashing, cameras were running when a huge muscular Marine -- easy to be recognized - by his dog tags appeared in front of the audience.

He had a pacifier in his mouth and was constantly jacking his monstrous cock. A pool, of pre-cum had gathered between his brawny thighs. His eyes were delirious, blinking confused into the flashlights until they focused on a North-Korean officer dressed in the parade uniform of a Colonel. Kim, who had been promoted, nodded with a thin smile.

A pure animalistic roar of raw lust emanated from the kneeling soldier. A moment later, a huge torrent of white man-juice was jettisoned towards the shocked journalists followed by another equal strong gush and a further series of slowly subsiding spurts, until the impressive, but nevertheless highly embarrassing, demonstration of male prowess was over. The Marine collapsed forward out of the box, his flaccid dick still in his hands.

"Jack In The Box" was the major headline dominating the next day's news and describing an incident, that both the South-Korean and the US-Government refused to comment.

THE END