Mekong Revenge

A young American soldier pays for a war crime committed by his 
countrymen

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Bill McCormack was nineteen years old. He had enlisted in the army 
with his parents blessing the day after he graduated from high 
school. He had been a star athlete, was six feet tall, had blond hair 
and a smooth chiseled body. Eight months had passed and now he was 
halfway through his tour in Vietnam, attached to a squad of infantry 
advising an ARVN company in the Mekong Delta. It was 
1973, "Vietnamization" was going full blast, and the war was going 
badly.

Early one morning while on pre-dawn patrol, he became separated from 
his unit in the darkness. He sat down on a fallen tree wishing he had 
brought a joint but settled instead for a Camel. He sat and smoked, 
trying to keep from nodding off. Suddenly he felt an explosive blow 
to the back of his neck just below his helmet. He tumbled forward. As 
he lost consciousness, he thought he'd been shot.

He came to in a semi-reclining position strapped to a surgical table, 
naked, his feet secured in stirrups. A naked man was shaving his 
pubic hair. Bill saw that they both had raging hardons. The man 
noticed Bill's waking and said, "Not hung very well for a round-eye 
are you?"

Bill saw that the Vietnamese had a thick eight inches that put his 
skinny five and a half incher to shame.  Bill looked at the scar from 
his recent circumcision and for an instant he remembered the pain of 
it. He'd had the medic cut him without anesthetic. He'd found the 
experience erotic, but regretted having it done. Remembering the pain 
just make him harder. He asked "What are you doing?"

"Getting you ready," he replied, "By the way, my name is Hung."

Hung said something in Vietnamese and another, younger man appeared 
wearing towel around his waist. "Welcome back to the land of the 
living Corporal," he said, "my name is Cuong."

"What are you doing?" Bill repeated.

"When I was sixteen, I was  swimming with some friends in the river. 
An American patrol came upon us an ordered us out of the water. They 
laughed at our immature genitals and called us girls; the water was 
cold and our foreskins had shrunk our cocks down to nothing. They 
told us they were going to show us some real cocks. They tied our 
arms behind us and sat us down while they disrobed. They raped us and 
then...."

Cuong removed the towel, revealing a hairless  crotch, empty but for 
an angry, twisted scar that ran down its middle. Hung placed a ball 
gag in Bill's mouth.

Without another word, Cuong went to work, taking a scalpel and making 
a quick, deep incision through one side of Bill's penis and scrotum. 
Then he repeated the maneuver on the other side, severing all the 
skin of his genitals from his groin. Cuong then cut the ligaments 
attaching the penis to the pubic. Then he located the chords, tied 
them off and cut them. Finally he used a clamp to crush the arteries, 
and sliced the penis free of Bill's body. Grinning, he lifted Bill's 
complete set of genitals away from his groin and held the bloody mess 
in front of Bill's face.

Cuong handed the cock and balls to Hung, who took them to a table 
across the room.

Cuong then took a butane soldering iron which had been heating up 
nearby. "By the way," he said, "I gave you a drug to keep you from 
passing out. I wanted you to enjoy every minute."

After placing a metal sound into Bill's urethra, Cuong proceeded to 
touch the gaping wound with the searing hot tip of the iron.

All Bill could do was struggle his muffled screams behind the gag, 
wishing he were dead. Finally the operation was complete. Cuong 
disappeared for a few moments then was standing in front of Bill, 
Bill's limp cock and balls held in his groin with some arrangement of 
elastic straps.

"They look better on me, don't you think?" Laughing, Cuong and Hung 
unstrapped Bill from the table tied his hands behind him and forced 
him to walk naked out of the building. 

What must have been the entire population of the hamlet had turned 
out the spectacle of the still aroused Hung and the recently enhanced 
Cuong lead the mutilated American accross the center of the village. 
They laughed and jeered at Bill as he was tied to a wooden frame 
which secured his arms and legs spread eagle standing up. Hung rubbed 
some spit onto his huge cock and shoved it painfully up Bill's ass. 
Cuong stood in front of bill, dancing, wagging Bill's genitals and 
pretending to masturbate. He then stood up against Bill, rubbing 
Bill's cock and balls into Bill's screaming wound.

Bill was raped by at least a dozen men that first day. He sank 
quickly into madness, but his living hell lasted for nearly two 
years.