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Young South American boys are drafted into the reb
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SEX BOY
Jack Sprat
Rebel trucks arrived in my South American Village. All boys, 14-years and
older, were mustered to serve, issued automatic rifles, ammunition, and given
a days training on the gun's use and handling. An officer stayed behind
several weeks more to teach guerilla tactics.
Sure enough, about a month later, there was a skirmish. I felt so brave
in practice sessions. In real battle I was so scared, I shit in my pants. A
lot of other boys did it too. The noise and confusion, seeing so many dead,
including close friends, was like a bad nightmare..
I was in a daze when I was captured and prodded into a military truck
with others. I'd guess there were about fifteen of us, none over seventeen
years old.
Arriving, we were unceremoniously pushed out of the truck and marched to
an empty tent. We were all tired, hungry, and depressed. Many cried themselves
to sleep.
The next morning, after a skimpy breakfast, we were ordered to bathe in a
nearby stream. Afterwards, we put on our shoes and were marched naked to an
assembly area.
Some guards, with semi's under one arm, held long, small branches, laughing
as they prodded at our young bare butts.
At the assembly area, I guess it was the commanding officer who stood in
front of us and, with a sneer, asked if we felt so big now we didn't have
guns. He said they always liked to bring back a few live enemys so they could
snip off their balls, shoot them, and bury them without their manhood.
Two soldiers, one carrying a large, blood stained pair of steel pruning
sheers with long handles, the other carrying a glass jar of pickled balls,
paraded in front of us. Many vomited, a few fainted.
Back in the tent's confinement, we sat scared, crying, and shaking,
wondering when it would be our turn.
The tent opened, an officer entered. He didn't mince words. "To live,
you will satisfy officers who like young boys. You will be fully obedient,
giving your bodies for their entertainment. Balls of those who don't
cooperate will be added to the jar.
**
The next day, guards came for each prisoner. I was taken to a room
where two young officers, both grinning in anticipation, started giving me
crotch feels through my clothes. They had both been drinking.
"Do you want your balls cut off?"
"No!"
"Say please."
"PLEASE!"
"Then you will be a real good boy."
"YES!"
"Then drop your pants and show it to us."
I had no choice but to unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly, and drop my pants
and shorts to my ankles. Each looked, then probed and fondled me, turning me,
taking turns at my front and back, then stripping me naked.
I was ordered to my knees. One officer stood over me, his crotch at my
face, a bulge pushing against his pants.
"Drop my pants," he ordered.
I opened his belt, pulled at his zipper and slid his pants to his ankles.
He held my shoulders as he stepped out of them.
"Pull my briefs down....real slow!"
I did, watching hair appear, followed by his hard prick and ball pouch.
He stepped out of his briefs and moved closer, his prick swinging in my
face.
"Skin it back! Suck on it! Play with my balls!"
I pulled back his foreskin receiving its pungent smegma smell.
I closed my eyes, shoved his thing into my mouth and sucked it.
My head was pulled forward and my hair stroked. He gave erotic moans
as he prodded about my mouth. Without warning, he pushed deep. I gagged as
globs of hot cum spurted down my throat.
Finishing, he held his softening prick and ordered a complete
tongue cleansing. When I finished he stood aside, watching while I did
the other officer.
..
I felt lucky to still be alive. I was rarely used for kinky things.
I pleasantly discovered, at times, some sex could be damned erotic.
Others had not been as fortunate. Many suffered from sex violation
trauma. There were sore buttholes from fingering and object insertion. Some
butts opened enough for first fucks. One kid had been torn and was really
hurting. Tales were told of being tied up, strung up, blindfolded, dildos,
catheters, and enemas. Some had welts from whippings. One boy returned
with painted balls and prick, his butt cheeks done in purple.
The following weekend the two young officers stripped me naked, naming me
mimado, for pet.
They put a collar and leash on their "mimado," and I was pulled atop a
small kitchen table and examined animal fashion. As I stayed on all fours, my
mouth was opened and my tongue pulled forward. Fingers explored the soft
tissues in my mouth. My hair was stroked and the back of my ears were
scratched. My bare back was rubbed and patted and, of course, there was rear
end fingering and ball handling with a hand reaching under, stroking my peter.
While my rear examination continued, I licked the other officers hand and
fingers.
Finishing, they laid me on my back with wide spread legs.
"He'll have to be shaved. I want his whole crotch shining down past his
asshole. Let's leave a small patch of short hair above his dick. It will look
real sexy."
My legs were pulled back to my shoulders. I felt a greased finger move
into my asshole. I let out a yelp when two fingers were tried. My asshole
would never spread enough for two fingers...or a cock.
"God! I want to fuck him," one said, "but not tear it. I'll ask the
doc if it can be loosened with a bit of surgery."
***
It had been a week since surgery was mentioned. It was a Saturday,
after dinner. We three were on the bed, I between them, their each having taking
their turns with my nakedness.
I was pretty well spent, laying half asleep, when I sensed anothers
presence. I opened my eyes to see another officer standing in the room with a
black bag. It had to be the doctor.
I paniced, tried to jump out of bed, but was grabbed by the other two.
They flipped my bare body on its stomach and held me down. The doc filled a
hypodermic needle and slammed it into my butt cheek. Minutes later I was
asleep.
I awoke, in another tent, laying on a metal bed. My crack was packed
tight with gauze pads, and squeezed tighter by adhesive tape that wound around
my body. A medic poked a needle in me to relieve my pain.
Later, the bandage was removed and healing was slow. Taking my first few,
shits were hell. The only time things ever felt half good was when they let me
sit my sore butt in a warm water bath.
Finally, I didn't wince when the doc's two fingers pried and stretched all
sides of my hole. I had healed. On this visit, he rolled me over, and to my
surprise, gave a frontal feel. Finding me hard, he jacked me off under the
covers.
He spoke softly as he massaged my splattered warm cum into my bare
skin:
"You're a very handsome boy. I am discharging you to my custody for final
convalescing. You will be my love boy. I want to be first to try your
altered asshole."
***
We arrived at the doctor's quarters. He was hot to trot but wanted me
clean. Moving a free standing coat rack close to the sofa, he disappeared as I
undressed, reappearing with a towel, lubricant, and a bulging red enema bag.
The tip was the size of a large Polish sausage. I could never take this up my
butt, but then remembered I'd been changed.
I laid my bare body across his lap while he spread my cheeks, pushing the
lubricated tip up high into my boy butt without it hurting. The bag rapidly
emptied. I retained the water as long as possible, the doctor helped by
tightly squeezing my cheeks together.
After riddance of the the enema, I took a shower, now fully cleansed
inside and out.
The doctor undressed, my getting a first look at his prick. It was not
abnormally large, but just a little longer and a little fatter than an
average dick. I felt it would fit.
I got to the floor on all fours, holding my shoulders up and raising my
head. The doctor moved behind me. I felt a quick swish of a lubricated finger
and I spread my legs wider in anticipation.
His entrance was slow and gentle. My hole opened like a custom fitted
wide rubber band, just right for my pleasure and excitement, and squeezing
against his sliding penis for his intense erotic satisfaction.
His prick gained speed, sliding like a fast piston, my body shaking and
my cheeks smarting from the force of his fast snapping pelvis. Suddenly, he
stopped and held my butt tightly against his crotch. His pulsating prick,
deeply inside ejaculated the large spurts of his hot cum.
I now felt so strange, being on all fours, coupled, with no motion, my
body quietly consumating his impalement and flow of hot sperm.
He stayed while his penis softened and slipped out, then stood, and we
embraced.
"You belong to me, now."
I limply nodded.
***
The rebellion ended shortly thereafter. The doctor and I stayed lovers
until his death. As a prisoner, they had unjustly altered my asshole, but
later, with its erotic feelings, I felt it was a favor. I'm sure the doctor,
at the time, never realized his work would provide a love hole he alone would
use. I'm sure, as we lived together, he must have complimented himself often
while loving sodomizing my butt.
....the end.
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