Skippy's Cock Tales 13
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So ends this series. There was to be another installment, but I cut on the advice of a trusted reader. Things were staying a bit too grim for a bit too long. If anyone wans to read it, write me and I'll send it to you directly.
-Scott
Waiting Sucks
"FUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" Scott whispered."That took the goddamn edge off, alright. Thanks, Skip."
"No sir, the pleasure was mine," I whispered back.
"Of course it was, but thanks anyway."
I held Grime's softening dick in my hand and kissed it on the head before carefully tucking it back into his fatigues and zipping him up. The salt caramel goodness of his spunk still warmed my mouth, even after swallowing several times.
Next to me, Josh choked quietly, gobbling down Brian Stone's ball batter. It was safe to say that our two team leads weren't feeling at all edgy any more. Wearing night fatigues, our faces hidden by balaclavas, we huddled in our black inflatable.
We were surrounded by five burly military special ops. You'd remember them from way back when Josh and I were house sitting Scott Grime's place. They'd practiced night reconnaissance by hunting us down at midnight, then feeding us their military crotch rations while singing a drill song.
They were Colonel Kumayker, Army Night Stalkers, Lieutenant Rockwood, Army Ranger, Lieutenant Hardik, Marine RECON, Air Force Special Tactics, Lieutenant Foekker and Lieutenant Lodgepole, Navy SEALS Missions. Four hulking alpha warriors, now in their early forties. They were as fit as ever, trained to extract, to nullify, to eliminate if necessary. Earlier Scott and Brian and looked on, talking trash to us in whispers as the veterans rifled their crotch pudding down our throats. They were so keyed up that it took them an average of three minutes to unload, from the moment Josh and I sucked their knobs into our mouths until their pulsing dicks unloaded down our throats. We were proud we could bring our expertise to bear to help the team while we waited.
Using oars tied with canvass, the men moved our raft silently to the shore. Almost as soon as we bumped dry land, they were off and gone -- disappearing into the night. Scott, Brian and Josh pulled me out of the boat and half dragged me forward. They seemed to see in the dark, they moved so quickly and quietly.
In just a few minutes we were gathered at the edge of the clearing surrounding the "school," waiting for the signal from within. An advance team, handpicked by Josh had landed twenty minutes earlier on the other side of the island with the mission to enter the building and neutralize all staff and electronic defenses.
The lights in the school flickered off, then on, as if there had been a momentary power interruption. That was our signal.
Almost immediately we saw the new batch of trainers arriving to relieve their predecessors. They laughed and played grab-arse on their way toward the building. Army ranger Rockwood whistled quietly and pointed at the boisterous arrivals and the five older men disappeared in the shadows. Almost immediately the yard lights went dark.
Grunting and truncated squeals filled the night for a very few seconds. Rockwood whistled again and the rest of us moved forward to join him and his squad, carefully stepping over the gagged and tied guards scattered on the ground.
The doors to the building stood open, so in we walked, going directly to the main training room -- the one in which the changing of the guards involved fucking the kidnapped young men.
We were met with the sight of our twenty or so fellow rescuers standing at ease, each with a twink's mouth fastened to his dick, sucking away - happy to be saved, happier yet to show their appreciation to the rescuers.The subdued guards lay bound and gagged, moaning at their feet. If only Norman Rockwell were alive to paint the scene. America at its finest.
When Kade and Ethan saw us arrive, their faces were so beautiful it almost hurt to look at them. With sincere apologies, they detached themselves from the paramilitary dicks they were sucking and raced to meet us. Ethan grabbed me around the waist like he was never going to let go. But when he caught sight of his dad, Scott, he took off like a shot, hugging the big guy as tightly as he could. For once, Mr. Grimes sneer was absent, softened and gentled by his needy son. (No, they still didn't have sex with each other!) Same went for how Kade desperately hugged Josh. The kid's arms were shaking like he couldn't squeeze hard enough. The sniffing and sobbing made your heart melt. Josh held his lover tightly and murmured quietly in his ear until the young man settled down a little. You could tell because Kade started to sink to his knees, sliding down my best bud's amazing chest until his face rested against the man's bulging fatigues. He breathed a sigh as he unzipped Josh and worked the guys junk out through the opening. Sighing again, he opened his mouth and swallowed the hard meat to its root. He slid both hands up until they rested on Josh's pecks, massaging needily. One little guy was home again already.
The rest of our team passed through the room, every watchful for hidden hostels, as Scott called them. Those never materialized. Instead, we first surprised Terence the IT guy in consultation with Dr. Poker, then cornered the diabolical Boss in his office. Tranquilizing darts from Scott's mini blowgun took each down in turn. Then we got busy securing them so they could be found by the Coast Guard when we eventually called them.
When the boys in blue (and a couple of very capable Coast Guard women) arrived, they found the good doctor tied in his own chair with the fuck machine working his hole while he sucked on a drugged pacifier. Terence, the techie was strapped face down on a gurney wearing an oral retractor, secured with his mouth over doc's dick, and his dick wrapped in a bundle of nettles.
Father Anthony was discovered mask-less and screaming. Seems he was strapped to a bondage chair mounted with a 12 inch vibrating dildo, his balls cuffed and set on level three, slowly frying.
Just before we called in the Guard, we went back to the training hall where we found Kade and Ethan swallowing the loads of two of the advance crew. After they wiped the cum off their lips, they told us about the guards Craig and Lucas, pointing them out and helping to untie them, bringing them with us as we all headed back to our rafts and paddled away into the night. We did wait long enough to see the Coast Guard apprehend the two boatmen who ferried food and supplies back and forth and brought the captives to the island.
Unfortunately, we weren't able to take any of the other captives with us, but the Coast Guard alerted the arriving medics and police. The corporation had already contracted with a legion of lawyers and psychologists to work with the kidnapped young men, healing and helping them back to the lives they had before their shocking ordeal. Still, a few of the young guys had been kept for so long that they refused to return to their former lives. The Corporation would figure out something to do for them.
Epilogue
The corporation's lawyers assisted various prosecutors' offices to make sure Antonio and his entire staff were sentenced to life for kidnapping, rape, and multiple charges of battery, assault etc. They will spend their lives in a special institution for sexual predators.
After some major wheedling from Ethan and Kade, Craig and Lukas were brought into our company as members of the security team with the special responsibility to making their dicks available to the pool of interns on an as-needed basis.
Another End
Skip took another sip of prosecco and looked over at Josh. His buff buddy was naked, on his back, toasting in the Italian sun. Between his spread legs was an equally naked Kade, his butt cheeks still pink from a hot-to-watch spanking, his mouth full of Josh's big balls. Skip loved how Kade could make a blowjob so sloppy and slurpy sounding.
He equally adored the feeling of Parker, face down in his own junk, sucking as only Parker could suck. Skip sighed and pulled the twink's mouth off his dick and stuck a middle finger between the plump lips so the kid could suck something while looking up at his face.
"Parker, you're the best! Well, after me, that is. Do that thing you do with my knob some more. I want Josh to see."
Josh turned his head and grinned, petting Kade's head while he watched Parker slobber and nurse on just the head of Skip's dick. A starving pig would have been envious.
Skip felt his breath catch and his balls start their climb to paradise. To hold off a bit longer, he looked out over the hills of the island. He could just make out some of their young crew picking tarragon and basil, their, sporting their regulation straw hats, jocks and flip flops. Life was perfect, or nearly so. Buying this little Ligurian island and relocating some of the Lost Boys from the prison island was one of the best decisions ever.
He and Josh never regretted signing over the corporation to Scott Grimes and Brian Stone. Those two were ready to settle down for some hard work and even harder sex after traveling the world on their paramilitary missions.
Parker and Kade turned up the sucking action, long experience telling them that Skip and Josh were about to geyser their goo out the ends of their steely dicks and down the welcoming throats of the two twinks.
Skip tried to hold out for a few more seconds, putting his mind on the imminent arrival of Scott and Brian, along with Lance and Clyde, for a month's visit. His mind immediately went back to the day he met Mr. Grimes. His splooge started rose from his balls and gushed into Parkers hungry mouth while he remember being back on his knees in front of the Scott, listening to the big alpha sneer -
"Goooooood pussy, puss, puss! Come get the cock, Pussy!"
Skip's whole body shook, delivering a record load of ball batter as the memory swept him away.
Yep, he couldn't wait until he could suck out another load of Grime's cocksnot.
The End?