Fuck, I love patrolling! Kitted out in full combat uniform, gun in one hand, the other grabbing my meat through the coarse fabric of my BDU's. Nothing any of those stupid fuckers can do about it. Not since the government issued martial law.
Three skinheads. Stupid assholes. They turn when they notice me and sneer. Young guys, probably about twenty. Cammo slacks and threadbare shirts over their rail thin bodies. Haven't had anything to eat in a while. The hate in their eyes is very much alive, though.
"Fuck off, army bastard!", one shouts. Another, emboldened, takes a step forward. "Coward!"
The third guy kneels to pick up a stone. He doesn't have the time to stand up fully before I'm with them. Gun against the kid's head, blood surging into my cock, energy through my body. This is it!
I ram my steel-toed boot into his balls. "I am a MARINE!"
Defiance on his face but it's no use.. he's trembling. He knows what we get up to. He knows the legal powers of the Corps. He knows is he probably already dead. I smell piss and smirk when I look down and see he's wet himself. I put my gun back in its holster and take out my knife. Play with the point along his neck.
"You can make it up to me," I grunt. "Suck my cock, you piece of filth!"
"I'd rather die."
"I'm not one to deny a man his last wish," I counter and hoist him to his feet. The look on his face when I drive my knife deep into his guts, just below the ribs. He gasps, can't believe it. I let the body drop as one of the other skinheads does a runner.
I don't bother ordering him to stop. He won't listen anyway. I get my gun out again. Fuck yes, the feeling of.. standing there, legs wide, good stance, arms extended, hands around the cold metal of my gun, finger at the trigger. For a second, I breathe in and hold... BANG! BANG!
The first bullet hits his head and makes him shout out in a brief, aborted cry. The second explodes his brains into a mixture of blood and gore. I listen for the thud of his body hitting the ground and my dick surges in my BDU's.
"You," I tell the final skinhead, who's blubbering on the ground, "smart enough to suck my cock?"
He nods. Looks up at me, afraid. It's almost sweet. I make him kneel on the ground and slam the back of his head against the cold brick of the alley wall. He opens my slacks and takes my rock hard cock out. They way he stares at it you'd think he'd never seen a cock before.
"You straight, boy?" He nods.
"I don't care. Get to it!"
He opens mouth hesitantly and kinda sucks on my dickhead. Uh, feels good. When he opens up a bit more I take the opportunity to slide my entire cock deep into his throat. I grab his head and start pumping. He chokes violently but I ignore him. Fuck, so good! Feels wonderful, straight boy mouth on my marine cock!
I push him away. He leans against the dirty wall, breathing hard. I grope him to see if he's hard. He's not. Good. I am the one getting pleasure here, not some stupid skinhead asshole.
Asshole... hmmm... "Stand up!"
"You wanna live, skinhead?" He nods eagerly.
Fuck yes, the power.. holding a man's life in my hands makes me wild with lust!
"So bend over."
"I uh.. I .. ", he gulps. "I'm not like tha... never ... done.."
I push him up against the wall. "So you're afraid it'll hurt? Well, it will. Oh fuck, it will."
A bit of spit is all he gets. When I slowly drive my swollen marine dick into his straight boy ass he screams and screams. Clamps down tight on my throbbing pole, making it even better.
"Stop screaming or I'll teach you the meaning of hurt, punk!!" I shout over his yelling.
He doesn't. Stupid fucker. When I start fucking, sliding my dick out of him and pushing back in he shouts his throat hoarse. No choice then, should've obeyed me. BANG! I put a bullet into his right knee, from the back. The skinhead punk wails and begs. "No.. no... please no... please... oh please I don't want to die... oh please sir, marine sir.. no!..."
I want to see him!
Five seconds later he is on his back on the cold ground with his legs around my hips and I'm pounding into him again. The fear and pain in his eyes, his twisted face.. Wow!
Feels so good, virgin straight boy ass around my dick, I can do this for hours! But my balls are already boiling, I need to cum. I point the gun at his shoulder and blow it away. BANG!
"AWW FUCK! GOD NO AAAAAAAGHGHHHH!"
Sends me over the fucking edge, man!
"Gonna fuckin BLOOWW!!!"
Send my jizz into his ruined bloody ass in great spurts. Five, six, seven... FUCKIN' AAA!
Cock still hard, still inside him. Trembling, bleeding body. Fear and pain blooming wildly.
Honestly, only when I do this I feel this close to a guy!
Lock my gaze onto his, nameless skinhead fucker, and look him directly into the eyes.
He sees my gun moving and tries to move, to stop me, do anything... too late.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Three slugs directly into his chest.
I look, watch, drink in the sight of this young man dying, see his eyes change, head fall back.
Oh wow.
Maybe I'll be on patrol again tomorrow.
Three skinheads. Stupid assholes. They turn when they notice me and sneer. Young guys, probably about twenty. Cammo slacks and threadbare shirts over their rail thin bodies. Haven't had anything to eat in a while. The hate in their eyes is very much alive, though.
"Fuck off, army bastard!", one shouts. Another, emboldened, takes a step forward. "Coward!"
The third guy kneels to pick up a stone. He doesn't have the time to stand up fully before I'm with them. Gun against the kid's head, blood surging into my cock, energy through my body. This is it!
I ram my steel-toed boot into his balls. "I am a MARINE!"
Defiance on his face but it's no use.. he's trembling. He knows what we get up to. He knows the legal powers of the Corps. He knows is he probably already dead. I smell piss and smirk when I look down and see he's wet himself. I put my gun back in its holster and take out my knife. Play with the point along his neck.
"You can make it up to me," I grunt. "Suck my cock, you piece of filth!"
"I'd rather die."
"I'm not one to deny a man his last wish," I counter and hoist him to his feet. The look on his face when I drive my knife deep into his guts, just below the ribs. He gasps, can't believe it. I let the body drop as one of the other skinheads does a runner.
I don't bother ordering him to stop. He won't listen anyway. I get my gun out again. Fuck yes, the feeling of.. standing there, legs wide, good stance, arms extended, hands around the cold metal of my gun, finger at the trigger. For a second, I breathe in and hold... BANG! BANG!
The first bullet hits his head and makes him shout out in a brief, aborted cry. The second explodes his brains into a mixture of blood and gore. I listen for the thud of his body hitting the ground and my dick surges in my BDU's.
"You," I tell the final skinhead, who's blubbering on the ground, "smart enough to suck my cock?"
He nods. Looks up at me, afraid. It's almost sweet. I make him kneel on the ground and slam the back of his head against the cold brick of the alley wall. He opens my slacks and takes my rock hard cock out. They way he stares at it you'd think he'd never seen a cock before.
"You straight, boy?" He nods.
"I don't care. Get to it!"
He opens mouth hesitantly and kinda sucks on my dickhead. Uh, feels good. When he opens up a bit more I take the opportunity to slide my entire cock deep into his throat. I grab his head and start pumping. He chokes violently but I ignore him. Fuck, so good! Feels wonderful, straight boy mouth on my marine cock!
I push him away. He leans against the dirty wall, breathing hard. I grope him to see if he's hard. He's not. Good. I am the one getting pleasure here, not some stupid skinhead asshole.
Asshole... hmmm... "Stand up!"
"You wanna live, skinhead?" He nods eagerly.
Fuck yes, the power.. holding a man's life in my hands makes me wild with lust!
"So bend over."
"I uh.. I .. ", he gulps. "I'm not like tha... never ... done.."
I push him up against the wall. "So you're afraid it'll hurt? Well, it will. Oh fuck, it will."
A bit of spit is all he gets. When I slowly drive my swollen marine dick into his straight boy ass he screams and screams. Clamps down tight on my throbbing pole, making it even better.
"Stop screaming or I'll teach you the meaning of hurt, punk!!" I shout over his yelling.
He doesn't. Stupid fucker. When I start fucking, sliding my dick out of him and pushing back in he shouts his throat hoarse. No choice then, should've obeyed me. BANG! I put a bullet into his right knee, from the back. The skinhead punk wails and begs. "No.. no... please no... please... oh please I don't want to die... oh please sir, marine sir.. no!..."
I want to see him!
Five seconds later he is on his back on the cold ground with his legs around my hips and I'm pounding into him again. The fear and pain in his eyes, his twisted face.. Wow!
Feels so good, virgin straight boy ass around my dick, I can do this for hours! But my balls are already boiling, I need to cum. I point the gun at his shoulder and blow it away. BANG!
"AWW FUCK! GOD NO AAAAAAAGHGHHHH!"
Sends me over the fucking edge, man!
"Gonna fuckin BLOOWW!!!"
Send my jizz into his ruined bloody ass in great spurts. Five, six, seven... FUCKIN' AAA!
Cock still hard, still inside him. Trembling, bleeding body. Fear and pain blooming wildly.
Honestly, only when I do this I feel this close to a guy!
Lock my gaze onto his, nameless skinhead fucker, and look him directly into the eyes.
He sees my gun moving and tries to move, to stop me, do anything... too late.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Three slugs directly into his chest.
I look, watch, drink in the sight of this young man dying, see his eyes change, head fall back.
Oh wow.
Maybe I'll be on patrol again tomorrow.