BDSM Library - Story: Justice, Chapter: Part 1

Justice

by Emile

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The three studs were court martialled for bringing the service into disrepute when their diaries of sexual conquests, on mission and at base, on and off duty, were officially "discovered" by their commander during a night raid. The troops had known for years, egging them on to more daring and filthy adventures, each trying to outdo the other for the audacity of their conquests. But they had crossed the line, and the army was bent on breaking them. Still in their marine boxers, cold and shivering, they were brought before the hastily convened court at dawn, who dealt with them secretly and swiftly for their misdeeds.

Jason, the oldest at 26, whose swarthy body and thick dick had pierced dozens of women, willing or not, was sent home with a dishonourable discharge, to his brother's farm in Kentucky. He was placed in his brother Chuck's custody on a good behaviour bond, at Chuck's liberty to return him for a custodial sentence if he misbehaved. Chuck was an unsymathetic keeper, and Jason would soon get his just desserts as Chuck made him relive his conquests, page by page, playing the part of his hapless victims.

Blonde tank Kyle, who at 25 was already gunning for promotion when he raped two underage girls and bragged about it, literally had his balls on the line - he had to 'volunteer' for the army's experimental reprogramming unit, or risk castration if he refused (or, as the service called it, 'non-combat testicular surgery'). He was made to understand that he would be subjected to many other treatments short of neutering until the unit was satisfied his lust was under control (or that his case was hopeless), starting with the painful removal of his long foreskin in a high and tight circumcision guaranteed to dull the sensitivity of his offending weapon. Combined with the aversion therapy - long hours with his fat member trapped in a cock cage - he would soon wish he'd never been born male.

Sam, at 18, had the shortest time with the pack, only 6 months, but made up for it in depravity, preferring to humiliate his girls by flirting, flexing his muscles and making them swoon, and then make them do the most disgusting things he could imagine, to impress him. It was his joining the group, and Jason and Kyle's attempts to outdo him, that had brought the studs down. For him, the court reserved their ultimate censure. He was sent to the testing labs where they were testing the "gay bomb" - a chemical weapon that would make troops sexually irresistable to each other. They needed guinea pigs, targets for the volunteers sexual energy and their post-lust rage. The hapless stud would spend months, maybe years, buck naked with "#32" inked on his chest and back, wrists tethered to his neck to stop him fighting back as dozens of different soldiers were administered doses of the drug. By his 19th birthday, he would discover that 9ml was enough to make a 5'9" caucasian fuck his raw arse non-stop for 2 hours, but that 12ml was required for the same effect from a 6'6", 13" hung african. That 18ml would induce anyone, irrespective of size or background, to become so overcome with lust that they would even force their dicks through the legs of another fucking soldier, impaling him with a relentless double fuck that his cries and screams would not dampen. A few soldiers did not drill his arse under the drug, but still were overcome by lust that they made him do the most disgusting things to them - planting his face on their cocks and pistoning their hard shafts down his throat until his lips were swollen and puffy, squirting countless slugs of cum down his throat. Others forced him to give them a tongue bath, licking sweat off their rugged torsos, or rim them, not to mention the dozens of guys who french kissed him, irrespective of what else had been shoved down his throat. One guy, happily married most of the time, would fondle his cock expertly until Sam was hot and horny, despite his predicament, and could keep him on edge as he tongued and mauled him for hours. The scientists were fascinated and Sam spent many months grinding tits with the jock, drooling helplessly as he manipulated his cock to maddening glistening stiffness. His health was assessed monthly, both for the bruises and injuries inflicted by the volunteers coming down, and also for the toll of their fuckings. His arse was stretched so wide that by the fourth month, cum leaked constantly down his leg, and he had to take enemas daily to avoid accidents.

By that fourth month, Kyle was also a changed man. His dick had been cut so high it curved upward when hard, and the shiny head throbbed painfully. He was constantly hard from the deprivation, but kept in check mostly by the tight steel sheath that encased his cock, the cross bar splitting his plum head in two. His USMC tattoos of big breasted girls and other slogans of machismo had been deemed inappropriate, and after they had been lasered off, the tainted skin was reinked with more appropriate imagery - a curved cock and dangling balls, with a knife hovering below them on his left shoulder, a stiletto image seemingly pressing on his right pec, and "Sex Addict" in large letters across his broad back. During the lasering they had also removed all his body hair, leaving only his short-back-and-sides, and a cuntlick of hair above his cock. This dark blonde postage stamp of hair was clippered weekly by the army barber, in full view of the troops, to keep it a constant 1/2 inch long, barely enough to even see against his honey skin. At night his wrists and ankles were tied to a bed and he had to sleep that way, naked and uncovered, the only way they would trust him when the cock cage was off. His stiff cut cock would throb constantly, drooling precum down the stalk and soaking his smidgen of hair until it glistened. They taped him for monitoring, and the videos somehow made it out into the public before long. The bestsellers were those rare nights when, in frustration, he would have a wet dream, squirting cum high into the air, soaking his torso and draining his otherwise full and heavy balls. He woke up from those cold and itchy, his dick still hard and irritated, and after every one his keepers would angrily remind him of the alternative if he kept 'misbehaving', each involuntary cum eliciting a new 'program' to treat him. This time, it would be clamps on his sensitive nipples, pulling the nubs until they either desensitized (unlikely) or stretched to long bitch tits in the process. At least, he thought, they had yet to target his precious shit chute.

Jason was faring no better at Chuck's hand. While notionally freer than the others, the looming threat of incarceration made him helpless to resist Chuck's forced retribution, following the pages of his own diary. The day of Sam's 19th birthday, while Kyle was having his brawny body spread out in front of dozens of flashing camera phones for his weekly shave, Chuck read out the entry for "Amanda". A movie date on shore leave had turned into a grope fest, with Jason fingering the poor girl through the first half of the movie, before (he shuddered to recall) borrowing the usher's flashlight, and making her shove it up her cunt until the end of the movie, to "get her ready". He made her fuck it in and out constantly, making her wet, and caught the cuntjuice in his coke cup, making her drink it as the credits rolled. When she looked close to orgasm, he pinched her bobbing clit, almost sending her over the edge before the pain brought her down a notch. And then, after she had waddled to the usher and ripped the flashlight from her cunt in front of him, he took her back to a cheap hotel, fucked her roughly, and left her there without panties which he kept as a trophy (no matter she'd only worn a short skirt that day). With glee, he ended the entry musing that the room was paid by the hour, so she'd probably been awoken by the manager shortly after he slipped away, and forced to walk the streets with their juices still slick between her exposed legs.

An hour later, wearing only a tank top, silk running shorts and a jockstrap he knew he would soon lose, his brother escorted him into the town's only blue light cinema. His chest hair bulged out of the low scooped top, and you could see his abs rippling above the hem of the shorts - a well toned body that most of the town's man-fucking men were now familiar with, to Jason's horror. Dozens of guys, already familiar with his daily adventures, already packed the seats around them, some already squeezing their crotches. His heart sank, particularly when he sat down, and the hem of his shorts slid up over his bulging tackle, only the thin jockstrap stopping his equipment from flopping in front of everyone. The usher came to check their tickets, and his heart sank further - not the 15 year old redhead with a pocket torch he remembered, but a mean looking black dude carrying a maglight the length of his arm. As the lights went down, Chuck made him straddle the armrests with his thighs, massaging his aching cock through the material. He made Jason drink down a second mega-slurp of water, increasing the pressure on his bladder and making him harder. He passed the empty cup to one of the leering guys next to him, whispering something to him. He heard the word spread, catching the words "cum" and "piss". His brother pinched his cockhead to bring his attention back to him. 'Get comfortable bro' he whispered 'it'll be hours before that usher fucks you!" Jason shot a look at his brother, who just kept squeezing his package. "Oh yeah, I asked for him special. He's got a great room across town, not the best area, but I'm sure you'll make it home ok ... eventually. Just like Amanda. Oh yeah, and we never got to make up for Michelle, who you made give you head on the bus back to base by tricking her into thinking the other guys were asleep. I've told him you'll re-enact it on the public bus back to the room. And remember to slurp just like you wrote." He groaned in humiliation, the first droplet of precum simultaneously staining his jockstrap. His brother's finger massaged the head until it was slick. "And to think you did this for years! Even taking out the quiet days, there must be, what, 400 entries to go? I can't wait til we get to Jeanne and the Brazilian wax."