This is a story I wrote together with 'pisces893'. The story is about Dan and Glen.
He wrote the parts from viewing point of Dan and I the other half.
Thank you pisces893!!!
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It was the first day of our solo guard duty. All the others---our sub mates and the
commander of our mercenary force---were off on a mission, raiding a Gdansk
shipyard on the coast. The two of us,
Glen and me, were charged with guarding the sub for the night…
A piece of cake, we thought…and relished some time alone
together. Little did we suspect that our
sub would be detected on radar---and raided by a troop of rookies in training
for the Russian navy.
In a flash, a force of eight young men strong stepped aboard
the surfaced sub, lifted their scuba masks then made their descent into the
hatch, weapons drawn.
Me and Glen reached for our gas masks---we knew the routine
through countless drills…but it gave us both a rush to see the thick clouds of
gas fill the craft and experience first-hand the sub’s unique security system.
The scuba boys were caught unawares---they reached to try to
re-attach their masks---but it was too late.
One by one, the young hunks succumbed to the fumes and landed on the
floor of the sub in various heaps, dazed and out cold.
Our first instinct was immediately to capture the prisoners and secure them in the brig. But wait! The effects of the gas would be good for at least a few hours. As we perused the bevy of beefy lads, their tight black scuba gear still wet and glistening on their firm bodies, both Glen and I at once were struck with the same thought: Hey, are we ever going to come across an opportunity like this again? Let’s have some fun with these guys!
Dan and I were surprised how bad trained these scuba boys
were. We put the air refreshing system on full speed to suck the gas away.
After a few minutes our meter indicated it was safe to remove our gas masks. We
looked around at the guys. We decided to unarm them and to put them on a few
stacks to make room in the sub. We made sure they were really out by giving the
guy a firm squeeze in the package. Then we removed the weapons. Then we
searched the guys for other hidden weapons. Everyone had a knife. Next, we
frisked the scuba gear to make sure all weapons were gone, making sure we
didn’t miss a single spot. Even while they were passed out from the gas some
seemed to enjoy the touching because we saw some growing in their groins. Also
opened the scuba gear a little to search from the inside, revealing the guys
chest. Most of them had very little or no chest hair. After each guy was
checked we put him aside, forming two stacks of 4 guys. All with legs and arms spread.
At a certain point Dan stumbled over a guy. Dan felt forward over another guy
and landed with his face in the groin of another boy. When we were ready, we
collected all the weapons. We still had enough time before they would wake up.
The fellow whom I had fallen on top of, a small beefy guy with a firm wrestler’s body, looked to be the leader of the squadron. He appeared to be coming to, moving and moaning a bit. As I served as the medic of the sub, I had immediate access to just what we needed: an antiesthetic hypodermic needle to put this guy out. Unlike the others guys, he was outfitted in a different style of wetsuit with the opening on the back, so I needed to roll him over to unzip the tight rubber fabric. I reached down the back of the unzipped wetsuit and, with my left hand, grabbed a handful of the man’s soft firm buttock. And with my right hand, I aimed the needle and injected the guy’s ass with enough anesthesia to keep him quiet and under our control for at least another couple of hours. I waited a few seconds for the serum to take effect, then gave the guy’s ass a hard slap to make sure he was out. As I rezipped the wetsuit my fingertips brushed and lingered over the enticing shapely curves of that perfect ass. My groin stiffened as I imagined all the possibilities, contemplating and gazing on the tight pair of buttocks I had just handled.
“Snap out of it, man!” snapped Glen with a laugh. “C’mon, hand me that last pair of rifles.”
I obliged and watched as Glen stacked the last of the
weapons in a neat pile next to the sub’s control panel.
“What next?” I asked, unsure of what Glen might have in mind for the three pile-ups of rubber-clad men lying underfoot. “When does the fun begin?”
With all the guys out cold, waiting until they returned to
the world, we had a great idea. Some of those dudes might become a problem for
us in the future. So it would be convenient to have some pictures of them that they
definitely wouldn’t like. So we took the top guy from the pile. We placed him
against the wall with his legs spread. I opened his wetsuit until his cock and
balls became visible. It was a nice sized cock; not very big but his balls were
nicely large. I took his cock in my hand and tried to make it hard. It didn’t
work so I left it flaccid hanging out of this wetsuit. Next, we took another
guy from the pile and opened his wetsuit also, but only to display his chest.
We placed him between the legs of the first guy with his face positioned on the
exposed cock as though he was sucking him off. One arm was put around the cock
and balls of the guy against the wall and the other arm was placed under him as
though he was playing with himself. Then we took a lot of pictures. In some
pictures Dan was helping to make it more natural. We moved the arms and hands
of both guys to have some different positions. For a close up we opened the
“sucking” guy’s mouth and put the other guy’s cock in it. Now it looked almost
real, except that both guys had their eyes closed. Could also being from ecstasy,
instead of the gas.
Dan and I discussed about doing more scenes like this
with the other guys and definitely with the leader of the squadron.
“Let me take care of that guy,” I exclaimed to Glen as I lifted the bulk of the leader of the squadron and slung him over my shoulder, giving his ass a hard whack with a flat of my hand.
I carried the guy over to the control panel and plopped him
down in the operator chair.
Next, I looked across the floor at the guys piled-up underfoot
and chose one of the huskier fellows, a bulky lad with an impressive backside. Likewise, I slung this guy over my shoulder
and hurled him face-first across the control panel. As I did this some sparks began to fly from
the electronics that he landed upon.
“Lucky for him, the rubber wetsuit kept him from being
electrocuted!” I exclaimed with a laugh.
I grabbed one of the knives from the weapons pile and made
two quick cuts on the rear of the guy’s wetsuit…a horizontal cut across the
belt-line and a vertical cut up the ass-crack.
Then I pulled open the two rubber slats like a tulip, revealing the
dude’s impressive bubble-butt.
“Take out your cell-phone,” I said to Glen. “When the Russian navy sees the video footage
you’re going to take, this sorry dude will get shipped off to Siberia!”
I grabbed the hood of the seated leader and wheeled the
chair so it was flush with the control panel.
Then I pulled at the guy’s jaw to be sure that the fellow’s mouth was agape
and opened wide…and then pushed the guy’s face squarely into the bare ass on
the control panel.
As Glen (recording a video of the whole scene on his cell
phone) came in for a close-up, I thrust the doughy face of the squadron leader,
nose-first, up the ass-crack, effectively face-fucking the guy underneath. As I did this, more sparks began to fly,
making the erotic scene even more bizarre.
Then I grabbed a bungy cord from a nearby life-preserver, securing
the head of the leader around the hips of the underling, successfully keeping
face tightly pressed against buttocks.
“What next?” I asked Glen. By this point, both of us were giddy
at the sight of our manipulations.
Given that I was already half-hard I decided to go whole hog and finish the job. I lifted the fellow lying on the floor where I stood, a beefy fellow with a shock of red hair visible from the hood of his wetsuit. I dragged him over to the periscope and hoisted his arms over the handles of the instrument so that he was leaning forward, his head pressed against the view finder. I positioned myself directly behind him. My swollen crotch fit nicely in the curves of his ass-crack, positioned perfectly for a dry hump. I rubbed and pounded, spandex meeting rubber, over and over. Even though the guy was still out cold, he seemed to be moaning along with me, in rhythm with my repeated thrusts. I continued, harder and faster until my cock grew stiff and exploded with cum. Some of my splooge soaked through my spandex tights, leaving my mark glistening on the rubbered ass-crack of the guy. As I let the lad fall back from his position, he landed flat on his back. I unleashed my throbbing cock and let a trickle of thick man-juice drip down and moisten the face and red hair of the fallen scuba boy.
After seeing Dan shooting his load I got even hornier. So
I grabbed the next guy from the stack and opened his suit, revealing his
beautiful chest. I stripped to get my cock out, got on my knees over his head
and starting to jack off. With my left hand I played with the guy’s nipples. I
didn’t notice he was getting hard too. And Dan didn’t either because he was
filming and had the focus on the guy’s face. When I was about to shoot my load
I sudden got hit in my balls. At the same time the guy kicked Dan with his leg.
I fell backwards against the wall and hit my head causing me to black out. I
sat against the wall with my legs spread and with my cock going soft in record
time. Dan was fighting with the guy. Suddenly one of the other guys woke up and
responded immediately to participate in the fight. The training these guys had wasn’t
for nothing it seemed. While one guy had Dan in tight grip the other one
knocked him out. Suddenly we were in a totally different situation.
The first sensation I had as I began to come to was of a heavy weight on my mid-section. At first, I thought I was dreaming…but slowly, I began to realize that the weight I felt was Glen, stripped from the waist down, pressed tight against my body, knocked out cold. We were piled on top of one another, me still in full uniform, lying spread eagle, suspended in a fishing net attached to a hook on the ceiling of the sub. By this point, all eight guys must have come to, for I could hear a cacophony of voices, grumbling and cursing in Russian. One word emerged prominently: “golubos!”
Suddenly, I felt a sharp stab up my ass. I clenched by buttocks, howling in pain. One of the guys had picked up a harpoon from
the weapons pile and poked my suspended ass overhead. The net swayed with my
yelp as my midsection lunged forward.
The sudden movement startled Glen and he awoke with a moan as the net
swayed from side to side like a pendulum.
A wave of laughter broke through the angry voices below, reacting
to my howls of pain. Though my Russian
isn’t great, I could hear one phrase repeated, over and over:
заставим страдать
этих голубых!
“Let’s make these gays suffer!”
With one man down, his deflated cock still dripping with cum, the odds were seven to one. It was essential for life and limb that we keep watch over the two piles of weapons. Glen stood guard over the rifles. I rushed to position myself beneath the control panel where the knives and harpoon guns were stacked.
Suddenly, one of the forces, the redhead whom I had dry
humped earlier, dashed for the iron ladder to make his escape from the
sub. In an instant, I reached for the
first weapon I could get my hands on---probably that same harpoon gun that only
brief minutes earlier had pricked my ass.
In that split second that it had taken to grasp that gun, I
felt as though I had missed the opportunity to hit my target. Still, I let the harpoon fly. Whoooshhh!
The harpoon whizzed through the air and planted itself
squarely and firmly up the ass of the scuba boy, just as he was about to clear
the ladder and make his escape. The guy howled and squealed like a stuck pig
and he slowly fell, in what seemed like slow motion, rung by rung, until he
landed in grotesque heap on the floor of the sub, kneeling, his legs widely spread
apart, his chin resting on the first rung of the ladder, the harpoon protruding
from his buttocks and that shock of red hair still visible from the hood of his
wetsuit.
“Two down, six to go,” I muttered to Glen. My ass was still smarting from the reaming I had taken earlier---and for some reason, I could feel my cock growing hard and stiff in my tights.
I could see that Dan was getting hard again is his
tights. Not different than me. Seeing all these guys made me hard again. I was
getting my eye on the first guy that raped Dan. He still hasn’t dressed well,
so his cock was still hanging there visible for all. I took my gun and pointed
at his cock. The guy got nervous and had his hands up. But somehow, he got
excited because his cock started to get hard. That made me even harder. But
before his cock got fully erect, I fired a bullet in it. The guy screamed and
grab his cock. I decided to finish him with another bullet through his heart.
He fell backwards on the ground. With our very limited Russian and with
gestures we got two other guys busy stripping the dead guys naked. While these
two were busy one other tried to get away. He ran for the door but I noticed
him. I took a harpoon gun from the stack and fired it in his direction. When he
was almost at the door the harpoon hit him. He fell on the ground but with his
upper body against the door, his legs spread. That made a very nice view from
our point of view. The harpoon had killed him. We gave the two guys a sign that
he should be stripped also. The naked dead guys were piled up in nice stack,
all face down. We now had 4 dead and 4 living guys.
I thought with the odds a little bit more in our favor---two
of them to one of us, with us holding all the weapons---I thought that perhaps
things might settle down a bit. I even
pictured asking Glen to keep close guard while I have my way with that hot
squadron leader. I’ve had my eye on that
fellow since this whole ordeal began. I
was just itching to ram my stiff cock up that beefy guy’s ass.
But both Glen and I underestimated the sheer fury that we
had unleashed in these guys. They were
like caged animals---and rightly so.
They could see that we aimed to take them out, one by one, and they
realized it was “kill or be killed.”
Things looked to be under control. We lined the four guys up against the sub
wall. Glen was standing guard to the
left, pistol poised. I stood guard by
the right flank, harpoon gun in hand.
Just below, further to the right, were the Russian
casualties, four bodies stacked, face down, piled high. And, at my feet, the wetsuits that had been
stripped from their lifeless bodies.
I stooped down, for just a moment, to clasp one of the
discarded wetsuits. I lifted the garment, still warm, to my nose to inhale and
take in the ripe man-scent of a sweaty groin and ass.
Was this to be my fatal error?
In an instant, the squadron leader lunged at my throat, knocking me to the floor. As we rolled about the ground in a struggle, the aggressor’s grip tightened. I could hear shouts and another couple of gun shots. Then, I could feel my groin once again growing hard. Was this to be the end? I couldn’t say. I just felt a certain ecstasy, as I shot my load with that strong body of the squadron leader pressed tight and firmly against my own. Then everything went black.
Suddenly things got worse. I saw Dan rolling over the
floor with the squadron leader. In the commotion another guy came into my
direction. But before he could touch me I fired a bullet in his chest. He fell
backwards but was still alive. In order to keep everything under control I shot
him one more time and this time he was killed. The other two were hesitating in
attacking or not. To make clear what their position was I fired a bullet in the
roof. The result was it did scare them off and they stayed where they were. Dan
and the leader stopped rolling giving me the chance to take action. I fired a
bullet at the leader. He fell on top of Dan. Because I wasn’t sure if he was
dead, I fired another bullet in him. His body lifted a few inches up before
falling on Dan one more time. Meanwhile one of the other two guys took his
chance and came into my direction. Before I could do anything, he hit me on the
head with a heavy object. I tumbled over and fell on top of the squadron leader
who was on top of Dan. The attacking guy came to me, pulled my head up by my
hair, dropped it again and hit me one more time.
This is Seaman Apprentice Vladimir Fedorov logging in on this day, the 30th of November in the year two-thousand twenty to report on the case of the Russian navy vs. craft #243, a mercenary sub spotted fifteen kilometers north of Gdansk on November 12 at seventeen hundred hours.
A force of eight,
headed by Petty Officer Second Class Igor Petrov, successfully disarmed and
destroyed the enemy craft. Collateral
damage included Petrov and five men under his command, all serving under the
rank of Seaman Apprentice. All six patriots
were buried at sea with honors.
Two enemy combatants,
both unconscious but still breathing, were stripped and strapped together. Both subjects exhibited erections during this
procedure, the extended member of the first wedged hard between buttocks of the
second. Consideration was given to repositioning the subjects to correct this
unfortunate positioning, but given the temporary status of the captives, we
proceeded in our operation without adjustment.
I’m bound by duty to
report the next infraction, though I urge leniency for this only other
surviving comrade of this noble mission.
Our plan had been to
slide our bound prisoners down the missile launch of the submarine and release
them into the sea. The close proximity to the shoreline assured heavy shark
activity in the area. Anything more humane would stand contrary to the severity
of the enemy’s infractions.
As we proceeded to undertake this operation,
Seaman Apprentice Sokolov reached for our emergency provisions, procured a
flare, proceeded to insert the inactive side of the stick up the anus of one of
the bound subjects, then lit the fuse as the pair was slid down the launch to
meet their cold-water fate.
Though the deed of
Apprentice Sokolov violated naval protocol, we feel that this decision was
warranted in light of the severe casualties inflicted upon our unit. We trust
that our superiors will agree..
