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Pfc Rod Chainey had just completed Boot camp and in a few weeks he would be on his way to Ranger School. And it had made him a little...cocky (or, as his friends would say, an asshole). That was why Corporal Chris Martiney decided to help adjust Rod's attitude. At least, that was the excuse he gave to his friends to get them to help him.

"I hear your going to Ranger School", Chris shad to Rod as they were both drinking in a bar.

"Yeah", Rod replied, taking another swig from his beer.

Chris gave Rod a once over. Rod's glasses and boyish face made him look nerdish, especially when he wore his BCs, the big ugly glasses the military gave out. But when Chris got below the neck, he saw a body that probably inspired the phrase "built like a brick shit house". Rod had a body like a football player. And from what Chris knew about Rod, he wasn't too bright either. Big and dumb, just how Chris liked them. Perfect.

"You know about the ranger training, right?" Chris asked.

"Uhhh, usual bad ass stuff I guess. Weapons, hand to hand"

Yep, not to bright. "Well, there's that but the real shit is the POW training"

"Prisoner of War? What does that have to do with rangers?"

"In case you get captured by the enemy. Last thing Uncle Sam wants is for some pussy to be pissing his pants and giving away everything he knows"

Rod snorted," Won't happen to me. I can take it"

"Maybe", but the look Chris gave Rod made it clear even maybe was being generous.

"What's the worst that could happen?"

That was the opening Chris had been waiting for," Why not find out. I've done the training. I can give you a sample so when you do it for real, you'll know what to expect. Give you an edge over all the others. How bout it?"

Rod thought a while then, "Ok, sure why not" Famous last words.

Chris handed Rod a paper with his address. "Show up in cammies. just like in boot camp. This Friday. Seventeen hundred hours. Expect it to take all weekend."

Hook, line and sinker.

Friday came and by 5pm, there was a XXXX on the door. Chris answered and, to no great surprise, there stood Private Rod Chainey. He was dressed in cammy pants, a green t-shirt and a cammy hat. He also was wearing his BC glasses (BC, for birth control. they were that ugly. But they were also unbreakable)

"Come in" Chris commanded and as soon as Rod did, Chris's friends Ramone and Larry grabbed him.

"What the fuck!" Rod yelled as amone and Ramone wrapped long lengths of rope around him, binding his hands fast and tight behind his back and rod's arms to his side. Then out came a roll of black tape. After a strip was wrapped around and around his head, Rod's cursing was reduced to grunting and groaning. To finish up, they removed Rod's boots and socks.

"I did say this was prisoner of war training. What did you think prisoner meant?" Chris asked as he stood over Rod's struggling and bound form. Then He turned to Ramone and Larry, "But first, who's up for pizza?"

Hours had passed, most of the day and so far the three friends had pretty much ignored Rod as he lay in the corner. They were now watching the game as they ate pizza delivery (Rod was so effectively gagged that the delivery guy had been o n the other side of the door and hadn't heard Rod's angry moans) To make matters worse, Rod had forgotten to eat and as he lay there in the corner, his stomach was growling. But all he could do was lay on he floor, rolling around like a worm and grunting. Finally he couldn't take it anymore. POW training had to have more then just laying around tied up and gagged. He wanted loose.

MMMph MMMMmmmm Phhht!" Rod grunted as he rolled vigorously around on the floor. Finally he got their attention.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about him. Pushy little bastard, ain't he?", Chris shad as he munched on his pizza', "I got an idea. How about we take turns trying to break him. It's about time the real training begins."

First came amone and Rod soon learned why his shoes had been removed. With his big size 13 feet tightly bound, amone started right in with a tickling attack. Up and down his tender soles, Ramone's hands glided. Rod tried resisting but soon he was huffing through his gag so hard his cheeks were bulging from the tape. Faint squeals of laughter could be heard coming from the behind the tape. Suddenly Rod couldn't take it anymore. His body, though tightly bound, jerked frantically in a vain effort to escape.

" I think he likes it too much" Ramone joked. So they just hog tied him so he couldn't struggle so much and went right back to tickling. The soles of his feet, his sides, his stomach, All Rod could do was keep struggling and hope they stopped. His face was beet red and he couldn't breath. He was trying to laugh so hard, that he couldn't inhale through his nose. He could feel himself beginning to black out. But before that happened, Ramone stopped.

"Want to be untied now? Do you give up?" he asked.

Rod gave the best answer he could while gagged with tape. "Mmmpht mmmmooo!" He moaned angrily as he shook his head no.

 Larry's turn and after undoing the hog tie, the three captors took something else off, Rod's pants. Rod's face went red again, this time from embarrassment. His bare ass was hanging out while he lay bound and gagged and helpless. Rod wasn't ashamed of his body. Just...he wasn't sure about being nearly naked while all these guys were staring at him. And he had a bit of a hard on. A hard on he tried to hid by laying on his stomach. Fortunately, Larry didn't seem interested in that end. Instead, he took off his belt and immediately began wailing into Rod's ass. Rod flinched with each strike. The Ramone switched to his hands and that seemed worse because Ramone hit even harder. Every so often, Ramone would interrupt his spanking by rubbing Rod's butt cheeks a few times but then the spanking would continue again. Rod didn't know which was worse because the rubbing was making his hard on grow worse and with his hands tied behind his back and the way he was lying, his dick was enlarging at a painful angle. Finally Ramone, his hand almost as sore and red as Rod's butt, asked if Rod had had enough.

"Mmmpht mmmmooo!" Rod grunted, even more defiantly then before.

Finally it was Chris's turn but this time Chris did something different first.

"I'll break him," he told Ramone and Ramone, " But I need to be alone with him. Thanks for softening him up for me"

Once they were alone, Chris went over to Rod and flipped him over. Rod's raging hard on, painfully trapped before, sprang to full attention.

" I thought so." Was all Chris shad as he began to softly stroke Rod's...rod. And this time, Rod wasn't quite so defiant."Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!' Rod moaned desperately. But even as he shoot his head no, Rod's hips were thrusting in time t o Chris' stroking. Faster and faster the stroking came and in a minute, Rod knew he would too. It was getting almost impossible to hold back and Rod suddenly didn't want too. And just as Rod knew he was about to shoot...Chris stopped..

"Mmmmmmm! Mm MMMpht!" Rod pleaded, but Chris just sat back with a strange look in his eyes. Rod could feel his hard on subsiding, his body relaxing. he was only half hard now.

Then Chris started stroking him again. And like before, Rod's body responded even before Rod's mind did. and as before, Chris stopped, always somehow knowing the moment when Rod was about to cum.

All Rod didn't even hesitate to answer. "Mmmmmmmm! MMMMM!!!!" he grunted, shaking his head vigorously yes. Anything Chris wanted, Rod would do.

Chris smiled. He was going to have a busy weekend.

Much later, after Rod had gone off to Ranger School, Chris wondered if he ever figured out that ranger training had nothing to do with what he had gone through in Chris's little apartment. Nah, Chris thought, none of the others had. and So Chris went looking for another soldier with an attitude problem.

The End?

Model: Brad

Photographer:Caitiff

Date of production: 05/23/2001