The two of us manned a remote border post on the Bulgarian border. We caught him with his pants down - literally. He was taking a dump in the forest and had his weapon down on the ground. It was easy picking.
"DONT MOVE"
Poor guy he would have crapped his pants if they hadn't been off already.
"HANDS UP"
Drug smugglers were working throught the forest frequently and we had caught this one fair and square. Easy pickings. He was about 28, fit, muscled, cropped black hair and a hairy chest. It was mid summer and he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was a fine specimen of a man I had to admit. Hairy chest and legs, and he seemed to be turkish.
We handcuffed him and took him back to the border post. Now the thing you have to understand is that manning a remote border post is fucking boring. All my mate had to do for much of the day was smoke, eat, sleep, and glance through/wank off to porn mags. We would only do a patrol through the forest two times a day and two times a night.
So to have a prisoner, it was well, more "entertainment" than we had had for a while.
When we had him back at the small outpost that was our home for the duration of the posting, we thoroughly searched him. And I mean thoroughly if you know what I mean.
"BEND OVER"
My mate pushed him over and held his head between his legs.
The gloves went on and the hand went in and had a good old search up his arse. We found what we wer looking for - several condoms full of narcotics - we suspected heroin.
"Seems like he likes condoms up his arse."
Because we were bored out of our mind, we decided there was no need to let base camp know immediately, and that we could have a bit of fun with our new captive.
We kept him handcuffed and ankle cuffed most of the time on one of the four bunks. We would let him out to eat and piss but keep the guns trained on him for the duration, until we cuffed him up again. We took off all his clothes except his shorts.
It came to the first evening, and my mate (Igor) was on his top bunk looking at porn and I could feel the telltale wiggling from my bunk below that he was wanking. I looked at the prisoner and I could see that he was watching my mate out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey Igor, you know you're being watched?"
"What, the prisoner who likes condoms up his arse wants an eyeful does he? Well why donb't I give him one..."
Igor got down from the bunk and put his hand down on the chin of the cuffed prisoner. With his other hand he wanked his cock until he came over the prisoner's face. The prisoner grimaced and yelled blue murder for a while, and started to wriggle, so I got up and helped keep him down. He stopped shouting when he realised Igor was going to cum and that he might get some in his mouth. Eventually Igor came all over his face. I could tell he was turned on.
We just let the cum dry on the guys face.
Next evening, rather than wanking in his bed, Igor started browsing through the porn while sitting next to the prisoner, making sure he got an eyeful of everything too. Soon we could see his cock bulging through his shorts and we knew he was getting turned on, not just by the porn, but by the thought of a repeat of the previous night. We were too. So we gave him a repeat performance. But this time I wanked over his face too, while Igor held him down. This time the prisoner kept hard throughout.
The next day, we removed the dog collar we had from the alsation who was outside, and we put it on the prisoner. Then we stripped him naked except for boots and talk him for a walk cuffed and on the dog leash with us as we did a patrol in the forest. We didn't do nothing to him, but you could tell he didn't think it was going to stay that way. He kept looking at us nervously. His cock was never quite erect, but neither did it seem entrely flaccid either. We both thought the guy was getting some kicks out of this.
That evening, we kept the prisoner naked. When Igor got out the magazines again, it bolted upright in a matter of seconds. Igor got out his cock and started wanking. This time he straddled the prisoner so that his balls were on the prisoners chin. On several occasions he pressed his cock to the prisoners lips. The prisoner tried to turn his face away, but Igor just kept following it. Beeforfe he came Igor pulled away a bit and spurted all over the prisoners chest and stomach. i was watching and wanking and did the same almost immediately after.
The prisoner looked at the cum on his chest. We could tell the handcuffs were killing him as his cock pulsed with excitement. He needed to wank. So Igor told me to get the gun, and when I had it, he uncuffed the prisoner. Igor then pointed at the prisoners cock and wanked his own cock. The prisoner got the message. Slowly he started beating his cock until pretty soon he exploded and his own cum mingled with ours on his chest.
The next day we took the prisoner for a walk naked as before. But this time we stopped in the forest and made the prisoner lie down, cuffed. We then pissed over him which he hated. But then while I held his legs down, Igor pulled his cock out of his khakis, and straddled the guy as the night before. He put his cock to his lips. I could see the prisoners cock springing to life before me. Igor said to him
SUCK IT
to make sure he understood he maked sucking faces and noises with his own face. The prisoner just looked at him intently for a bit. Then Igor got out his gun. Then the prisoner started to suck his cock. He did it cautiously at first, but before long he was clearly getting into it. Igor was ruthless and just pounded the poor guys throat with his cock over and over again. I felt a bit sorry for the guy, and so while he was being face fucked, I gave him a wank, and then eventually I gave in to tempation and sucked his cock. He came quickly and so did igor, deep into his throat. We swapped places and the prisoner sucked my cock until I came. He swallowed it too. As I did so Igor was getting so hard again he wanked and came again over the prisoners face and my cock.
After that, we let the prisoner free. He motioned that he wanted his clothes, but we made it clear that he was going to have to cope without them, or risk an arse fuck if he followed us. He left in a hurry.
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