Lieutenant Gonzalez, a man of about 25, was in charge of the prisoners. He watched as we cleansed our smooth, naked, young bodies. All of us were teens. After drying ourselves, we were ordered to sit naked on a bench. We learned we were going to be interrogated.
I didn't know what to expect. Torture was not uncommon. Each name was called and the prisoner was led naked by two guards into another room where the door was closed. Those led in did not come out. Then the guards came for me. I entered the room and saw it contained an iron arm chair with straps, a table covered with a sheet, and across the room, an office desk with a high back swivel chair.
Lieutenant Gonzales was sitting in the chair. There was a soldier with a camera. My young naked body was photographed from all angles. I was even made to get on my hands and knees and drop my head to the floor for a good butt and ball shot. My cheeks were spread. They even took a close-up of my asshole. I was ordered to rise, approach the desk, and stand parade rest in front of the Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Gonzales' eyes roamed me up and down, paying special attention to my naked crotch. He asked me a lot of questions about my unit. I gave him half truths or complete lies. Then he said, "If you had your rifle, you would shoot me, wouldn't you?
"Yes," I replied, "and every other Sandanista I could find."
"But," replied the Lieutenant, "I have the rifle now. Would you like me to shoot you?" I shook my head.
"Then, you will be a good boy and get up on the table. I am going to give your young prick a real nice feel."
I had never been touched by another male. I wasn't going to let it happen now.
"NO WAY, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH."
I spat at him. The guards grabbed me. The Lieutenant rose angrily from his chair. With a clench fist, he poised to strike, then he slowly sat back down. His angry facial expression turned to a grin. "I could shoot you right now, but your smooth, young, body is too nice to be destroyed. You have a choice. You will cooperate or I will send you over to the cement barracks. There, no one will hear you scream as you learn to behave."
"GO TO HELL," I shouted. The guards held me tighter.
The Lieutenant opened a desk drawer and drew out a very thin piece of rubber tube about fifteen inches long. "Guards, take this boy over to the other barracks. Take this tube with you. Shove it up his prick and drain his piss. Give him a good enema too. I don't want him to _s_h_i_t_ and piss all over the place when they use the electric probes."
I couldn't believe it. They were going to run that thin rubber hose up my _c_o_c_k_, give me an enema, then use electricity on my balls? This was for real! I became weak. My knees buckled...I fainted.
I came too in the same room, strapped naked to the iron chair. The Lieutenant was standing over me dangling the thin hose. "So, you're no longer the he-man soldier. Shall I give you a sample of what's going to happen at the barracks?"
I was limp with fright. I hung my head and moved it slowly.
"Then," said the Lieutenant, "you will cooperate."
He undid my bonds, stood me to my feet, and led me to the table. I was too frightened not to obey. I got on the table and lay on my back. I submissively drew up my legs and spread them, fully exposing myself. I was too scared not to.
His hand touched my stomach. It moved downwards until his fingers wrapped around my balls and _c_o_c_k_. He started to fondle.
"We have all lots of time, he said."
Oiling his hand, he continued working up and down my _c_o_c_k_ and across my balls. He oiled each tit, running his fingers over both. A tingle started in my crotch. I couldn't help it. My _c_o_c_k_ stiffened.
As it grew, the Lieutenant slipped back my foreskin, exposing my swollen cherry. I tried to fight my hard- on, but to no avail. I could do nothing as his hand roamed over my sensitive parts. The Lieutenant was smiling. He reached down and spread my butt. He inspected my asshole closely, commenting on my cute pucker. I tried to tighten to fend off his slippery finger but it still made slow, deliberate penetration. My peter was pulled with his other hand.
There was another intense feeling. The Lieutenant had put my _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth. He was licking its tip. I felt myself coming. I could no longer hold it. My cum shot into his mouth.
The Lieutenant then proceeded to massaged my whole body with an abundance of oil. He fondled, admired, and probed at his pleasure. I got hard a second time. I was sucked again. I was given a yellow jump-suit to wear, then returned to my cell. Five of the original ten cell mates had returned. They also wore yellow jump-suits. Like myself, they too had given their young bodies to the amusement of their captors rather than being tortured. We wondered where the others were. Later, two arrived, dragged in, babbling incoherently, and crying. Both had resisted _s_e_x_ual advances and electric probes had been used on their balls. We never saw the others. They either died during torture or had been shot. I'm sure they returned the two torture victims to us to show what would happen if we did not obey. I was not allowed to wear any thing under my jump suit. The Lieutenant needed only to pull its zipper down, drop it off my shoulders, and I was naked.
I was scheduled for daily visits. The Lieutenant always had something new in mind when I came in for play time. Once, I arrived to find he had a companion. The companion was wearing a white medical coat. The Lieutenant acted as if he was in a hurry. He quickly dropped my jump suit and ordered me on the table. "The laboratory is doing some research. They want us to take three sperm samples." I knew he was lying. It was another of his fun games. "We are going to pump them out. Pedro is going to help."
Pedro was more than willing. The Lieutenant pulled my legs back. A wire frame holding a vertical piece of clear plastic was put in front of my _d_i_c_k_. The plastic had an open seam at the bottom. When my sperm hit the plastic it would run down to the open seam which would trap it. It would then be tipped and poured into a small collecting vial.
Pedro took a ruler, a pair of calipers, and a small scale out of a black bag. First he measured my _d_i_c_k_ with the ruler. Then he measured its girth with the calipers, making notes on a clipboard. He took my balls, sorted each one aside, and measured their length and width. Each ball was layed on the small scale and weighed.
He put an abundance of oil on his hand. A slippery thumb moved over my pee hole. He started pulling with a slippery grasp. The Lieutenant pretended to nervously glance at his watch. "Hurry up!. Come!" Pedro pumped faster and squeezed my balls trying to force me.
"Hurry!" said the lieutenant impatiently. "Tell us when you're coming." It didn't take long.
"I'M COMING!"
Pedro pumped with last minute furor, aiming my _d_i_c_k_ at the plastic sheet. There was a splat as I shot, followed by another and another. I watched my cum run down the clear plastic to the catching slot below.
Pedro removed the plastic and tipped my cum into a small graduate where he made note of its volume before pouring it into the vial. A bit had spilled on his hand. He licked it off.
Pedro immediately started on sample number two. He gave my _d_i_c_k_ a preliminary suck with a rapid moving tongue. He proceeded to rapidly stroke with the Lieutenant still yelling at me to hurry.
My second sample was smaller. It didn't run too far on the plastic. Pedro scraped it off and slid it into a second vial. A note was made of elapsed time.
My _d_i_c_k_ was grabbed and fondled for the third round. I remained limp. Pedro's pulling, squeezing and other feels didn't help me get hard. "So, you're not going to give us any more?" the Lieutenant said. "We'll see."
A black rubber strap was taken out of his case. It was about a foot long, a quarter inch thick, and two inches wide. With my legs held back, Pedro oiled up two fingers and worked them around my asshole rim. He removed a large dildo from his bag and oiled it too. I felt his finger being pushed slowly up my ass. Two fingers were then worked up, stretching me open even more. It hurt.
Pedro took the rubber strap and slapped it across my bare butt. It stung. I squirmed. Then he ran his fingers up my ass again, repeatedly working them in and out. I felt my cheeks burning and my asshole feeling queer. I hardened. If I started to soften, the process started all over. I still doubted if I could come a third time.
Pedro continued to furiously pump, putting in as much speed and energy as he could. The greased dildo was inserted. It stretched me wider than ever before.
I could finally feel a drop of cum slowly working through my hard _d_i_c_k_. My body strained, using every muscle, very bit of energy, forcing the last drop. The small amount oozed out slowly and dribbled down my cherry. I lay exhausted. With the tongue depressor, Pedro scraped up what he could salvage.
Grinning with satisfaction, the Lieutenant let me lay and rest. He then ordered me back into my jump suit and called the guards.
On my way back to my cell, I visualized both of them laughing and talking about their techniques; how they would invent others to make me give even more cum. Tomorrow, I would be brought in again.
It was 10 A.M. The guards were approaching. It was time for me to entertain the Lieutenant with my naked body. I wondered what he had planned.
Being sixteen years old, my _s_e_x_ hormones were at their peak. Wet dreams and involuntary erections happened in great frequency. When hard, my _d_i_c_k_ was as stiff as a board pointing upwards towards my belly button. It was sometimes difficult to pee in the mornings. If I had a piss hard-on, I would have to really push down on it to aim it at the toilet. The Lieutenant liked boys at this growth stage.
The guards walked me around to where the Lieutenant was sitting behind the desk. Uncuffing my hands, they watched as he pulled down the long zipper on my jump suit. He undraped it from my shoulders letting it fall to my ankles. I was ordered to step out. I stood completely naked. All eyes feasted on my bare body.
I started to get a hard-on. All watched with pleasure as my prick slowly started to rise. I couldn't stop it. Soon, it was straight up, my red tip partially showing through my foreskin. The Lieutenant smiled. He ordered me closer, took my _c_o_c_k_ and gently pulled the foreskin back, exposing my full cherry. He also gave my balls a gentle fondle.
My hands were put behind my back, and I was handcuffed again. The guards were ordered to leave. They both had bulges in their pants.
I stood quietly in front of the Lieutenant as he lit a cigarette, blew smoke in the air, then let his eyes roam over me. "Turn around," he said. "Back up closer and stand at parade rest." I backed closer and spread my legs. My butt was just a few inches from his face. Two fingers started to stroke my thigh, making soft circles on my smooth skin. They moved about, then stroked the other calf. One finger moved against the middle of my tight crack. Gently it moved up and down from bottom to top and then back to bottom following the inner curve of my cheeks.. The soft touch caused a mild tickle. The Lieutenant was getting great satisfaction. His other hand reached between my legs. He gently squeezed my balls.
His finger probed deeper in to my crack, this time touching my asshole. Small probes were made, not too deep, about a quarter of an inch, followed by a small swirl. I hoped he wasn't going to work a dry finger up me. I was too tight for this. It would be very uncomfortable.
For a finale, the lieutenant took his hands and spread my butt wide. He held me open for a long time. He even took a few puffs from his cigarette and blew the smoke up and down my open crack.
"I'm going to wash your ass," he said.
Handcuffed, my hands behind me, I was made to lean over the Lieutenants desk where he had cleared an area. My legs were spread. The Lieutenant now had full access to my butt.
"Stay there and don't move."
The Lieutenant left the room, reappearing with two plastic buckets of very warm water, a bar of soap, a washcloth, a brush and a several towels.
"Stand on this towel," said the Lieutenant, adjusting my legs wider.
I could not see what the Lieutenent was doing, but he was silent and hadn't touched me yet. I guessed he was admiring my rear. I was right.
"Your Butt is like a smooth middle sized melon with a crack down its middle. Firm, fresh, and no hair. Two beautiful cheeks."
The Lieutenant paused and continued to feast with his eyes. "Your puckered asshole is too tight or I would _f_u_c_k_ you right now. Tomorrow, I am going to start relaxing your asshole."
asshole relaxationt? I wondered what the Lieutenant was scheming up.
I heard the washcloth being dipped in water, partially rung, and a bar of soap being rubbed against it. The warm, wet, soapy cloth was then put against my crack and moved up and down. I was surprised, but it felt good. I guess it took me back to my childhood when mommy used to wash my butt. The Lieutenant put the washcloth aside, soaped up his hands, and ran them over my whole butt, inside and out. Everything was warm, wet and slippery.
For his fun, he took the wet washcloth, squeezed it, and let the water fall into my crack and run over my asshole. He took a towel and briskly dried me, digging in deep. Quiet a few washes and dries followed. Soap was applied to the brush. I had never had my inner cheeks or outer asshole scrubbed with a brush. Firm, but not too firm, soapy bristles moved briskly over me. It felt rather good. I knew if it continued for too long there would be chafing. I hoped the lieutenant would stop before I started to smart. He did.
Several more soothing soapings followed, with the slippery bar of soap being pushed hard against my asshole. It was no surprise when a soapy forefinger slipped deep into my bowels.
"Your inner muscles must be washed too," said the Lieutenant.
His enclosed finger made wide circular strokes over my prostate. The touching caused me to fully harden. The Lieutenant knew this. He reached his hand between my legs to check my full erection.
"I want you to slide back off the desk a bit," said the Lieutenant, helping me readjust myself.
My handcuffs were removed. This was something new. They had never been removed before.
"I want you to jack off," said the Lieutenant.
"In this position?"
"Yes," the lieutenant replied.
I reached my hand beneath me and started stroking my prick. The lieutenant had inserted his finger up my ass again and was poking with speedy enthusiasm. I was still pulling my peter when I felt two of his fingers against my hole. He tried to enter with a slow twisting motion. His other hand grabbed my balls. He kept pushing inward turning his wrist to help the fingers entry. I continued to stroke my _d_i_c_k_. The lieutenant knew I had a tight ass. I emitted a sound of pain. I was also feeling an impending intense come. I pulled my prick faster as my cum rapidly worked its way through my body. Attempting to tighten my ass and expel the probing fingers was driving me crazy. My cum flew out of my _d_i_c_k_, splashing against the underside of the metal desk. It ran down its panel, dribbling to the floor. I lay quietly.
I felt my asshole again being rinsed and gently wiped, my cheeks being softly patted, my crack gently stroked.
The guards took me back to my cell with a very clean butt. Being very aware of my scrubbed and massaged bottom, I felt very good. I would never tell this to the Lieutenant.
I wondered what the lieutenant had in mind when he said he wanted to start relaxing my asshole on my next visit.
The guards approached my cell at the usual time. I was handcuffed and led to the Lieutenants office. The guards never messed with me. They had strict orders not to. I was the Lieutenants boy.
"Your asshole is really going to get it today," a guard snickered.
In the Lieutenants office I went through the usual ritual. The Lieutenant always let the guards stay and watch as he defrocked me.
Today, he took my _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, lifted it up, then pushed it down, showing the guards all areas of my prick. He also took his fingers, wrapped them above my balls, pushing them further down into my sac. The tight skin outlined each one, showing their size.
Dismissing the guards, the Lieutenant opened his brief case. I got a quick glance, not enough to see everything, but there was a red rubber enema bag, a jar of Vasolene, and dildos in designs I had never seen before.
I noticed a wind-up adjustable stool at the end of the table, and a gooseneck light rising from a floor stand.
I was ordered to lean and spread which gave full access to my butt. The light was adjusted, the lieutenant spun the stool to the right height and sat down. A liberally greased finger worked the rim of my asshole, then slowly moved inside me.
"OK, cute boy," the Lieutenant said. " I'm going to relax your asshole so I can give you a real good _f_u_c_k_. By a good _f_u_c_k_ meaning I want you to enjoy it too. Let's get started."
"First, I'm going to hose you out...get rid of all your _s_h_i_t_. Three enemas."
The Lieutenant disappeared into his bathroom and returned with a pitcher of warm water. He stood in front of me as he held the empty red bag with the dangling hose. He slowly poured the water so I could see. I watched the bag swell. I squirmed.
He stood behind me. The greased hose made its entrance. For some reason, a large enema tip was not used.
Soon, I felt the fullness of the water. I was getting crampy. I was becoming very uncomfortable. When the bag was empty, the Lieutenant extracted the hose. "Now GO!...leave the bathroom door open." I dashed for the toilet hoping I could hold it and would not spray. I made it.
The Lieutenant watched through the doorway as I expelled long hard streams. Soon, most of the pressure was gone, but I continued with little squirts, intermingled with gas. I could not clean myself with my cuffed hands.
The Lieutenant led me back to the table, where I bent over. He wiped me.
Before my second enema, my hands were recuffed in front. This time, I was ordered to the floor, head down and knees drawn. The water flowed in. It was much warmer.
I made a second rush to the toilet. As I sat, the Lieutenant did a strange thing. He came and held my hands, squeezing them firmly.
He had never treated me like this before. I could hardly think he was becoming concerned about my comfort. However, it seemed he was not his usual self.
The bag was not filled full the third time. Just about half and very hot. When I was through, the Lieutenant inspected the bowl to make sure the water was clear.
At the table, The Lieutenant sat behind me on his stool, adjusted his examining light, and applied warm oil to my hole. I felt one finger enter. It slid up easily. Two fingers were inserted. It didn't hurt. The hot enema had me really relaxed. With his two fingers in me, I was ordered to flex. I couldn't. I was too relaxed from the hot water and warm oil. I had no tightening power.
The Lieutenant extracted an alcohol burner from his brief case, lit it, then reached back in the bag and took out a tube that looked like a picture light. It was just as round but a lot thicker, maybe a bit longer. One end was rounded and the other end had a cap. The cap was unscrewed it was filled it with oil. After recapping, it was held over the burner until the inside oil was very warm. The outside wall was then lubricated.
I drew my legs. It was slowly pushed in. The warmth made it easier. My butt muscle gave even more. I was stretched to the max. I was also had a real stiff hard on.
The Lieutenant put his mouth over my _d_i_c_k_. His tongue spun rapidly, delving back and forth over my pee hole. I was fully impaled. I couldn't flex. I was being driven crazy with the sucking sensation.
"AAARH!,"
I pulsated with the intense sensation of coming. The Lieutenant stopped sucking and pumped rapidly. A gigantic wad of cum spewed forth, flying over my head, landing on the floor somewhere behind me. Smaller emissions followed. I was completely spent.
The dildo was reheated and reinserted. It's warmth felt good. The Lieutenant moved up and gently squeezed my tits. Then, he did something new. He had me tilt my head back and open my mouth. His fingers ran inside my cheeks, over my gums, and teeth, exploring every corner. Further delving followed to the sides of my inner throat, being careful that I didn't gag. I found myself salivating uncontrollably. Saliva ran outside my mouth and across my chin. "Stick out your tongue," ordered the lieutenant.
"Farther."
The lieutenant grasped my tongue tugging it out even more. With his other hand he stroked it underneath, and then ran his fingers over the rough top surface. I felt completely submissive. Every crevice in my body had now been touched and examined. All of my body surfaces had been massaged. There was nothing about me that the lieutenant hadn't explored or used. He was now gently stroking my hair.
He stopped, stepped back, and disrobed, displaying a large erection. Walking to the end of the table, he removed the dildo from my ass. Taking oil, he worked it over his penis. He slid me to the tables end. My feet were raised to his shoulders. He moved closer, his hands held my ankles higher, his penis aimed like a spear, ready to impale its target. I felt it touch me. It was long and hard. My asshole was warm and limp. I was entered. It did not hurt. It slid back and forth, in and out of my ass. I couldn't believe it. I was enjoying it. It felt good. It moved faster and faster, the Lieutenants pelvis and balls slapping my outer cheeks until he made a final thrust, expelling his sperm. He stayed inside me until he was limp.
After resting, I arose and sat on the edge of the table. My handcuffs were removed, the Lieutenant saying they would no longer be needed.
We made eye contact. We were being drawn together by some kind of magnetism. I stood. We embraced and kissed. We gripped each others bare bodies tighter. Our lips pressed and worked against each other. I slid slowly down, licking each of his tits then moved to his crotch. I took his _d_i_c_k_ in my mouth, slipping it in and out as far as possible. I sucked.
Soon, the taste of his warm cum was savored. I felt good. I felt comfortable. I felt at home. I stood up for another embrace.
THE END