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I stood with my hands over my crotch. It felt very demeaning to be standing surrounded by armed men. I was naked. The captain stared at me and smiled. He called me Mr. and used my last name. I think they respected how I caused much destruction to their division single handedly.

He examined each article of clothing looking for secret spots that I might have concealed a micro chip or something. He even sniffed at the clothing to examine it in detail. He asked me to raise my hands above my head to be more closely examined. I hesitated and was punched in the stomach. A rifle was raised and I quickly lifted my hands. A smile crossed his face. He looked at my male penis and back to my eyes. Obviously they were enjoying this.

A soldier was asked to examine my body more thoroughly. His hands crept up my legs and under my testicles. He lubed and probed with his finger into my anus. He reached far inside up to the prostrate and kept stroking around in there. I moved and was ordered to remain still for the inspection. The soldiers were grinning. I was continued to be questioned as another soldier was allowed to explore my body with his hands. I don't think it was for the purpose of finding any secret something that I was carrying anymore but just to embarrass me and make me want to speed up and end this interrogation.

The questioning grew more intense as another soldier started to play with the head of my penis and stroke my shaft. I would try to pull away but was poked with a rifle. I was questioned over and over by the officer as I was being fondled in front of the men.

My heart was pounding through my nervousness and embarrassment. I never felt more humiliated. At one moment, the officer laughed and said so this is the macho soldier who single handedly destroyed so much, but now can't even protect his ownership rights over his own genitals.

It seemed like hours... they continued to do this and question. My penis was erect and I was always held on the edge of cumming. I was growing angry and worn out. I couldn't keep this up for much longer.

Soon to my relief I was led from this room.

I had a very restless sleep. When morning came I was ordered to shower at gun point and to eat a quick meal. I was told to dress back into my army clothes. I felt at least now I would have a little dignity.

I was brought back to the officer who had questioned me before. The men asked if they needed them. He told them no, but motioned first for them to cuff my hands and to pull them up to a hook in the ceiling.

Yes, brave I thought. I was completely helpless. Sure the officer didn't need his men now. He stepped over to bolt the door shut. He and I were alone in this room. He told me that he could kill me because I had tried to escape.

He reminded me that he alone could make the decision for my life or for my death. His eyes started to run over my out stretched body. He touched the front of my shirt and pulled slightly down on it to expose the dark chest hairs. His hand whisked over the dark stubble on my face. I turned away from his touches.

He said there would be two choices for me... torture so I would wish for death or to submit to him or any other one he would chose as a servant/ slave. I scoffed at this remark and said I would never do it. He said he liked my spirit. Torture could be pleasurable for him.

To my horror he came up to me with a knife. He slid it along my neck. He watched me shake with anticipation. Then he proceeded to cut away my shirt. I started sweating. He traced the droplets of sweat from my underarms to my pants. It felt creepy... it tickled and made me squirm.

He proceeded to run his hands over my hairy chest and stomach. He tickled under my arms and my stomach. I begged him to stop it. I couldn't stand it. I shrieked out. It was what he wanted. They could hear my voice like I was being tortured and being interrogated.

I realized that is what his men thought he must be doing. He had to make it sound like he was torturing me. He took of my boots and socks. He continued to tickle my feet. I can't stand this kind of thing and continued to shriek out.

He started to undo my buckle. I jumped and kicked out. It sent him flying. He sat up with a laugh. He seemed to enjoy that I was fighting the little that I could considering the restraints.

He grabbed one leg and pulled it to the right and secured it. Eventually he did the same with the left leg. He cut away the pants as he ran his fingers continually up my leg to my crotch. He ripped off what was left of my pants. He came up to my face and told me that I had to pay for my crimes against his country. He kept telling me that he was the one in control of me. I must give in to all what he decides to do.

He reached around the rim of my underwear. He pulled against the leg openings sometimes making a ripping noise. He made me drink something that tasted awful. He pinched my nose and forced it down.

He laughed and told me it was a new drug to keep me erect and make me cum over and over whether I wanted to or not. He stepped back and mocked me. He slid his hand over my muscled body calling me stud and Mr. Army Man. He ran his hands over sensitive private, hidden areas.

My breathing became erratic. I could hardly think.

Then there was a knock on the door. The officer looked nervous. He didn't know whether or not to answer. He peeked through a little opening and spoke through it to another soldier. They debated about something. Finally the officer opened the door to let in the soldier.

They talked some more in an adjoining room. I hoped that this would put an end to my plight. They talked for a little while. Then they both entered. The soldier had couple of feathers in his hands and a smirk on his face. I recognized him as the soldier who was stroking me during the interrogation.

They both approached me. The officer said that if I play along nice I could live. I was over tired and exhausted. I could barely nod my head. They lowered my arms and removed the cuffs. I was instructed to lie down on a mattress and they cuffed one arm to the post.

I gave up. They removed my last shred of clothing and continued to stroke and play with my body. They talked in their language. They like my hairy body and masculine looks. They liked that I was resisting to the point of exhaustion. I was being fingered everywhere. I think the drugs heightened the sensation. I tried not to be erect and I tried not to cum but it was a loosing battle. They were masters of sensation.

I moaned as if in a delirium. I felt it coming. My sperm erupted from my penis in full force flying everywhere... several shots.

They continued to play and stroke. They wanted to see how successful the drug would be. They continued to stroke though I begged them to stop. I tried to curl into a ball but they wriggled me open and started again to find my prostrate or the sensitive glands on the head of my enlarged penis.

They spoke to me and asked me how it feels. I told them it feels like I can't take it. It feels like they should stop. They said in the name of scientific experimentation they would stop when the sperm stopped coming. I finally passed out.