Unfinished Business 4 (mm)
by Randy Dragon
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then please 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 the hell they are doing. Any similarity with existing persons would be accidentally as the whole story is pure mad fantasy.
“It’s you!” Hank hissed.
“Have a look at my bitch!” The rebel leader moved aside and opened the view into the room behind him. There was a naked hunky body lying on a fur-covered bed. The camera was moved towards the motionless man.
Hank felt a lump forming in his throat. He sat like paralyzed, unable to look anywhere else but into the monitor.
The feet of the lying man appeared and the camera slowly moved up along the defined calves with circular tattoos. The skin was tanned and glistened sweaty. The camera moved on passed the well-muscled thighs and rested over the crotch.
Rashad took the limp dick delicately with his thumb and index finger and held it to the camera. The man was cut and it was obvious that he had cum as the dickhead was still a bit wet. White cum clogged the piss slit. The set of shrunken balls hanging loosely in the shriveled ballbag told that the man had cum a lot.
The angle of the camera changed and now it showed that Rashad was naked too – and he was throwing a throbbing boner. He moved his groin closer and provokingly compared his erection with the limp manhood of the sleeper.
“Motherfucker!” Hank cursed as Rashad chuckled.
The camera moved on. Drying cum covered the rippled abs of the prone figure and a sigh of relief acme from Hank when he realized that the man was breathing.
He was obviously deep asleep. Sweaty sculpted pecs rose and fell slowly. Traces of cum were everywhere.
Finally the familiar face of Corporal Tanker Conlay appeared. Cum was smeared around the corners of the half-open mouth. Tousled hair was glued to the sweaty forehead. However the Marine looked unharmed. He actually looked relaxed. He showed the satisfied air of a man that had just experienced a long night of hot exciting sex.
“I reckon, you know my whore, Al-Dowary. She enjoyed it so much. She is begging me, you know. If you want her back you will do exactly as I am telling you.” Rashad’s voice turned into cold and menacing tone. “You will not tell anyone and you must come alone, or you will never see your man again. First you will take a plane to Europe and travel to Ankara/Turkey. You will find a message with further instructions after your arrival and only if you came alone. Remember: Don’t tell anyone …”
The picture on the monitor froze as the clip came to an end. It showed the masked Iraqi leader maked with his erect member hovering over the sleeping Marine’s face.
“Sonofabitch!” Hank cursed again.
How the fuck did he find me? But that does not matter. I have no choice. I must do what he says. The bastard has got me by my friggin’ balls.
While he logged into an online booking site to get his flight, Hank wondered, how the Arab had managed to turn the Corporal into his fuck-toy …
… a week earlier at Mount Ararat in Rashad’s room at 11 PM:
“Ohhhhhh … uuhhhhmmm, that’s it … just like that brother …” the Arab was kneeling face down on his bed. His toes were slightly curling; with closed eyes he was indulging the stimulations his asshole was receiving.
Corporal Tanker Conlay was naked. His five o'clock shadow was rubbing against one of the rebel leaders firm butt cheeks. His hands were spreading the rounded orbs while his tongue was playing with the quivering hole.
Not long ago the Marine would have rejected disgustedly the idea that his nose would ever be diving into the ass crack of another man and absolutely not if that man was a fuckin’ raghead as the Marines called the Arabs.
Things, however, had changed between the kidnapped American and his Arab captor. Taking one step at a time Rashad had made the younger man pliable to his sexual advances. Horny and left without other choices Tanker had found that the Arab could give him far more a satisfaction than a jack off session under the shower or in the sheets of his bed.
Accepting kisses from another man was the first lesson Rashad had told him and soon instincts took over and the Corporal was returning the kisses with a vengeance.
Even Rashad was surprised, however, how easy it had been to get the Marine to suck cock. Tanker loved 69ing and could spend hours worshiping the Arab’s manhood while receiving the same on his end. The main reason why Tanker accepted the situation was that he was the top in the strange relationship that had developed. Although he was the captive he was the man, who was fucking the raghead. This was all that mattered to his Marine macho ego.
As the rules where set, there was nothing wrong with enjoying himself. A Marine was meant to fight and if he was not occupied with that, a Marine was meant to fuck.
So it had become a ritual that the Corporal was visiting the rebel leader after dinner to get his rocks off.
Rashad had slowly adjusted the rules. Now that the Marine was hooked on getting satisfied on a regular basis, he was teaching him that he had to work for his pleasure. If Tanker found it challenging to stroke himself while fingering his ass and objected, he felt more displeased when Rashad sent him back to his room without having received his daily dose of man sex.
It helped of course a lot that Rashad’s ‘special requests’ provided new kinds of pleasure. Listening to the moaning and groaning Arab made Tanker feel great. He was providing expert stimulation and he was fucking, having his way with the rebel leader.
Now it gave him a lot of satisfaction to eat the other man’s ass. In fact he liked it when the same was done to him.
Then one night he was lying relaxed on his back, happily chewing on Rashad’s dick when the Iraqi decided to take his Marine up to a further level. He took a firm grip at the American’s hips and lifted him up.
“W-what now … ohhh …ummphh,”
Tanker found himself resting on his broad shoulders with an Arab ass in his face. Rashad circled his arms around the muscular thighs and cupped the meaty ass cheeks with his hands. With an evil sneer he bent his head down, burying his nose deep into the warm, moist ass crack.
A shiver ran through Tanker’s trapped body when a tongue probed the surprised sphincter.
“MMhhh … urgh … uuhhh!” Muffled protests came from Tanker’s ass covered mouth and changed to groans, while the wriggling tongue played devilish games with his hole. His cock hardened without being touched.
There wasn’t much left to do in Tanker’s prone position. Rashad’s ass was rubbing across his face in a circular motion. Every time the ass crack moved away from his nose Tanker struggled to breathe some air. The Arab’s puckered hole, however, always stayed on top of his mouth. The ring muscle had tightened around the Marine’s tongue making it difficult for Tanker to please the rebel leader as he wanted.
The Corporal himself was overwhelmed by the sensations originating from the stimulations his asshole was receiving. Rashad didn’t just lick the exposed chute, nor did he limit himself to probe with his tongue the insides of the trembling hole. He was virtually eating the virgin ass out. His teeth were scrubbing the saliva slippery crack. His biceps were bulging as his arms were trapping the out of control kicking legs of the moaning younger man.
Tanker sensed a familiar sweet pressure building up in his loins. With tightening abs his hips were twisting and bucking against Rashad’s iron hold.
The lack of oxygen accelerated his sexual arousal and soon he was racing towards the relief of a urgently needed climax. His fingers clawed Rashad’s thighs and his body went rigid. The Arab’s hands released the throbbing shaft and cupped the heavy set of nuts that were ballooning under the tight skin of the sac.
It took just a soft squeeze and an agonizingly slow lick starting from the base of the nutsac all along the exposed chute and the dangling Marine dick was spitting volleys of creamy man milk.
Rashad waited patiently until the spurts subsided and the muffled howls below him turned into soft moans. Then he released his hold and Tanker’s body, still twitching in the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm, hit the bed with a dull thud.
“Did you like it brother?”
“Fuck yeah, that was awesome man.”
“We are not yet finished …”
Tanker’s head rose. He struggled to focus and watched with a sheepish grin on his face as Rashad positioned himself between his thighs.
“Grab your knees!” the rebel leader commanded.
Expecting another rim-job the Corporal complied.
“What the fuck, uhhh!?”
Rashad had surprised him by shoving two fingers effortlessly into his now relaxed asshole.
“Nooo!”
“Shut up, Bro, you are ready for it!” the Iraqi sneered.
Before he could further protest Rashad probed a spot inside of him that sent him howling into heaven. His back arched and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. An explosion of purest, primal lust wiped out his conscious mind. Within seconds his balls unloaded again a series of cum gushes across his chest and up into his contorted red face.
“AAarghhh! Aargh! AAaaaahhh!”
“Yeah, let it go! I knew you’d like that,” Rashad laughed and circled his finger tip over the little hump he had found inside of the Marine’s ass.
“Nooo … fuck … oh pleeeeze … oh shit, shit, shit, mother fucking shit,” the Corporal’s balls were visibly shrinking and the spurts of white cum were replaced by a trickle of clear oozing goo.
“Stop … pleeze man stoppp it! I beg you I can’t stand it! I am going fuckin’ nuts … uuhhh” , Tanker was writhing and kicking but unable to escape from the Arab’s poking and fondling.
Rashad showed only mercy after he had forced the hollering Marine into in mind-shattering dry climax.
“ Now you know what a Marine needs!” Rashad grinned.
“ Man, you fucking drained my balls …” Tanker struggled to get up.
His flaccid cock had retreated into the shriveled skin of the emptied nutsac. Exhausted but totally satisfied he stumbled back to his room.
This night had been the turning point. Tanker’s instincts told him that there was much more than just relief by some sucking, rimming or humping the Arab. Rashad was holding a secret key to open doors to heights of lust he had never reached before. Like an addict he was now craving for it, but while his body was ready to do everything to get it, his mind was not.
Tanker spent most of the next days working out. Winter was holding the mountain in an icy grip. His jogging trail across the slope was covered by a high layer of fresh white snow. He knew he could have tried to escape, but the outcome would likely to be fatal: He wouldn’t get far in that unfamiliar terrain and in winter. Rashad knew that the American had nowhere to run and didn’t even bother to spot his captive through the surveillance cameras.
Another reason for the Marine to stay was his growing craving to find relief in the arms of his captor. Every day the former rift and rejection of man-to-man sex became smaller.
He has a great body and he fuckin’ knows how to kiss. His ass is tight and feels better than a pussy … What the fuck am I thinking? I ain’t no fuckin’ faggot, shit!
The Corporal couldn’t keep the rebel leader out of his thoughts will he was trudging through the snow.
The fucker is hot …
Later that night he was too horny to fall asleep. He hadn’t visited Rashad for two nights. By now his balls were aching for relief. He took a cold shower and groaned in frustration when his erection would not subside.
Fuck! Nobody will ever know and I need it badly …
Rashad sneered at the naked American who had finally returned with a hard-on. Tanker tried to ignore the grin and waved his throbbing dick in front of Rashad’s face, hoping for a blow job. The Iraqi rose from his bed and embraced the Marine. His hand traveled down and Tanker almost came when he was fondled and kissed at the same time.
His head lolled back and Rashad kissed his throat. His tongue was licking the Adam’s apple and flickered further down across Tanker’s chiseled chest playing with the protruding man tits.
The Corporal fell back on the bed with buckling knees and Rashad was all over his hunky prey. Satisfied he watched the legs rising and closing over his hips.
“Mmm … mmm,” Tanker grunted. He was engaged in a hot tongue fight as a finger slipped into his ass.
The penetration which would have horrified him a few weeks ago went quick and smoothly.
Fuck yeah, that feels sooo good
His back arched. Rashad had found that exciting spot again and Tanker went wild. His body started writhing and rocking while he was feverishly hugging and kissing the Arab on top of him.
Rashad pulled his finger halfway out, but Tanker followed with a bucking motion and impaled himself again.
“Ahhh … uhh … yeah … leave it … just there oh yeah. Shit yeahhh!” Tanker’s sphincter closed tight around the wriggling finger. He was so close now …
… and then Rashad pulled out.
“No! Don’t stop!” Tanker hollered frustrated. His legs fell over the edge of the bed, feet touching the ground, while Rashad was standing upright between his spread thighs.
“Say it!”
“Huh? What the fuck … ?”
“Say that you need it!” Rashad demanded
“Fuck yeah, whatever, I fucking need it, now go on get me off!”
“So you want me to fuck you?”
“What? No, I … I …, ” Tanker’s mind was spinning. His body’s urges were tormenting him.
“Say it!” Rashad bent down and seized the startled Marine by the chin.
Tanker shook his head in defiance, but Rashad was probing his chute already with his dick.
Something warm and hard was poking against his ass and to his shock Tanker realized that he craved to experience this sensation. His body arched again and his muscular legs spread invitingly.
“Bastard! Fuck you!”
“Me?”
“No, me! You bloody fuckin’ raghead! You wanted it all the time, now do it!,” Tanker hollered,” shove your fuckin’ Arab dick up my hole and let’s get it over with! Do me!”
“You want my big Arab dick up your hole?”
“Hell, yeah!”
“You want me to fuck the shit out off you?”
“Stop talking! Fuck yes!”
“So – this big, proud Marine finally will become my woman, yes?”
“Fuck you!”
“Say it, you want to be my whore!”
“Make me your fuckin’ bitch!” Tanker howled in frustrated humiliation. Rashad had him exactly where he wanted him. He didn’t care that it was his enemy who would breed him. He was horny as hell and wanted nothing but to get screwed silly.
“Oh yes, you will be my bitch! Show me your cunt!”
Rashad seized the Marine’s ankles and spread the legs in a wide V-shape. The melon-shaped butt cheeks parted and revealed the rosy hole.
“Take it, bitch!” He pushed his dickhead against it and the puckered ring of muscle slowly gave way.
“Aaaahhh … fuck!” Tanker’s eyes were closed. His teeth were gritting.
“Now this big Marine will open up his pussy!” Rashad sneered.
“Fuck you!”
“Take it, bitch!”
“Aaahhh!”
“Yes that’s it! Now you are mine, brother. Finally! Remember, always remember, how you begged me!”
“Easy, man … easy …” Tanker hissed.
The Iraqi started slow. Patiently he waited until the resistance of the ass ring eased. He gathered some saliva and let the spittle drop down on his already halfway embedded shaft and accelerated his thrusting.
“Aaargh … uuhhh … yeah fuck that hole!”
However when the American’s hips started responding to his pounding Rashad knew he could unleash his passions unbridled.
He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and held firmly onto the muscular thigh. His manhood went balls-deep inside the stretched hole making the Corporal howl with lust.
“Uuuhhh … oh fuck ahhhhhh! Ram that Arab diiiiiiick uppp my fuckinnnn’ arse! Aargh!”
The more the Marine got used to have his ass pumped, the more he wanted.
“Fuck me! Harder! Haaarder! Yeah – pound that Marine’s hole!”
“You asked for it, brother!”
Rashad lowered his body and positioned the Marine’s legs on his shoulders.
“Now put your hands up around my neck.”
Tanker eagerly complied.
Then, with one big move, Rashad stood up with the heavy Marine just going along for the ride.
“Uuuhhhaaawww!”
Rashad's hard, thick cock sled balls deep into the Corporal's tight asshole.
The Marine was firmly locked on Rashad’s dick and with his legs over the Iraqi’s shoulders and his hands hanging on to his neck there was nothing that Tanker could do, but to hold on.
With an amazing show of strength Rashad threw the hunky body up and let it fall heavily impaling it on his shaft.
“Ohhh … ohhhh …. eeiiiehhh,” soon Tanker uttered high-pitched sounds like the hookers he used to pound in the brothels of Baghdad.
“Oh ya … oh ya … uh … huh … huh …ahhh” sweating and gasping the Marine hang on to the sinewy Arab who was standing in a broad stance bouncing the hunky body relentless up and down.
Tanker’s dick was hard without being touched. The stimulations his prostate was receiving by the ongoing thrusts from below triggered familiar contractions in his loins. While he was bouncing he caught a view of his dick. The swollen red mushroom dick was wet from pre-cum that was oozing from the gaping piss slit.
Shit! He is unloading me … oh fuck …
“Oh shit! You make me fuckin’ cum!” Tanker’s head lolled back.
“Cum for me Amriki … huh … show me how much you enjoy riding my Arab dick … huh … huh!” Rashad hollered. His lean muscular body was now covered in sweat too.
“I … I am …… fuckinnnnn cummmmminnnnnnnnn,” Tanker’s wildly flopping dick first contracted and then shot gush after gush of gooey cum.
“Aaaahhh! Uuuhhh! Fuck … huh … huhh … oh shit!” Tanker felt dizzy.
Exhausted and depleted of energy his grip around Rashad’s neck started loosening.
“Tired already?” The Iraqi threw him back down on the bed. With his dick still dripping cum, he was turned around.
“On your knees , bitch!” Holding the Marine by the neck the rebel leader started fucking him from behind. He didn’t know that this was Tanker’s favorite position when he fucked his chicks.
“Oh no, fuck! Not like that … oh … uuurgh … I get it doggie style!”
Still fucking Rashad reached down and started milking the Marine’s dick.
“Shit that feels so fuckin’ good … ahhh!” Tanker’s macho man defenses melted away.
“Ah, the big Marine likes that, huh?”
“Please – don’t stop!” His hips responded to each thrust he was receiving.
“Oh shit … shit … shit!” Tanker’s seed splashed on the mattress.
He surrendered himself completely to Rashad’s lead. His mind was lost in a whirlpool of uninhibited lust.
Rashad proved to be a master in the sack. He kept the Marine constantly hard. Even after the younger man had cum, he didn’t allow him to rest. Before he knew it he was gagging on the rebel’s dick tasting the juices of his own ass. The Iraqi bent forward and while he was face-fucking the coughing and gurgling Marine his fingers were rubbing along the slippery chute. The Corporal’s sore cleavage was still open remembering the shaft that had stretched it so well. Cum was dripping from the reamed hole.
Although he was struggling with Rashad’s cock, Tanker managed to shove a finger up the Iraqi’s ass in retaliation.
“Aahhh! Bitch!” the Arab climaxed now as well.
Rashad’s gooey man milk was dripping from the corners of Tanker’s mouth. Cum was smeared in his tousled hair and a slimy mix of cum and sweat covered his chest, his abs and his crimson contorted face.
“Can’t get enough, bitch, huh?” Rashad fucked the Marine now missionary style kissing him into submission.
Fucked in a seemingly endless variety of positions Tanker came and came and quickly lost count how many times Rashad seeded him with his loads.
“Harder …. Oh yesssss … fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmeeee!”, he yelled hoarsely while riding the rebel in a reverse cowboy position. He couldn’t get enough bouncing up and down on Rashad’s rock hard mantool.
“Yes, ride that Arab dick, take it!” Rashad egged him on while milking another load from the swollen Marine dick.
“Huh … uhh .. uh … aaahhhhhhh!” Tanker came hard. A shower of white cum hit Rashad straight into the face. The Iraqi licked the goo from his lips and pulled the Marine down into a kiss, feeding the Marine’s manseed back to him.
“Uhmmphhh…”
It wasn’t before late morning until the breathless hollering, the guttural grunting and the ecstatic moaning in Rashad’s room stopped and the rhythmically shaking bed came to a rest. The pungent odor of heavy sex was lingering in the air.
The exhausted men lay with entangled limbs in a firm embrace, while their sweaty bodies cooled down. Rashad inhaled the musky smell of Tanker’s man sweat and felt his dick tingle.
He rose and looked down on the sleeping American.
You did well brother and I want to fuck you again right away, but first things first
Tanker in his deep post-climatic sleep did not notice the camera that Rashad was setting up.
The rebel leader masked his face with a checkered kuffiah and started the camera. Imagining what he was about to do now, gave him an instant hard-on.
“Salam Al-Dowary, I hope this message finds you well…” he began.