Commandant's revenge

A Marine on leave is abducted in NE Europe, his captors intend to 
incarcerate him, but not before his spirit and manhood have been 
erased.

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Commandant’s Revenge

USMC Debriefing
Date: 6 August 99
Time 1430
Location OPCC Recovery, Quantico, Virginia

The following excerpts are from my official deposition as given to 
Corp Operation Command, it remains on record as of the above date.  
I must inform you in advance that my real name and rank have been 
intentionally coded as a requirement of NATO security procedural 
manual SCJ 12-3, subpart d. (1997).

Now that my honorable discharge has been confirmed, I feel ready to 
explain my whereabouts from 5 Mar 99 – 2 Jul 99.  The following 
paragraphs stem from both memory and partial journal notes that 
were recovered during our rescue.

5 Mar 99

As you all know I was on duty leave that March for my regular 
thirty-day trip south through the now greening European marshland.  
As always I was pushing my bikes limit laying here and to through 
the S curves just dreaming of the upcoming straight-aways.

I always begin to anticipate this ride from the moment I pull on my 
reinforced impregnated leathers.  The fit is still tight, noting 
they still hug every curve and angle of my body.  Thankfully I was 
graced with flawless genetics keeping my generous musculature firm 
and lean.  Of course PT with my platoon is arduous, so I can thank 
Sergeant Hunt for my success.

As usual I arrived early to start partying with the local boys 
before the weekend actually began, the local brewery always hosting 
this party yearly.  Naturally, out of uniform, no one is aware of 
my "real" job on station at our missile facility 90 kilometers to 
the north so drinking buddies abound.  The have no inherent 
suspicions of me other than of my obvious sexual arousal.  There is 
no hiding my swollen groin in the company of men this virile. 
Spring is in the air and all of these men are beyond my wildest 
desire.

As the afternoon progressed the man across the table from me 
continued to inventory my body and occasionally catch my fleeting 
glances with his steely blue gaze.  His shaven head and light 
blonde brow was striking, a particularly menacing look indeed, but 
his boyish smile wrecked this evil appearance and showed this kind 
man's soul beneath his rough exterior.  He introduced himself, in 
perfect English. "Hello I'm Jonas” he said, then filling his mouth 
a gulp of dark bock beer.  He appeared to be slightly younger than 
my 29 years but his physical size was so impressive it was hard to 
guess his real age.  He was a hulking man, gray eyed and inherently 
light skinned with large well-muscled shoulders, covered only by 
his taught sleeveless undershirt.  I wouldn't say he was lean by 
any means, but his abdomen was hard and flat, his nipples erect 
from the cool breeze whipping through the open windows of this 
ancient brauhaus.

Jonas was a serious drinker consuming what must have been many 
liters of potent ale, brewed on premises and tapped for all to 
enjoy.  Jonas stein was never empty and his jovial spirit became 
more boisterous as the afternoon became dusk Jonas was surprisingly 
physical, having now moved to the bench beside me, hugging me at 
will.  I have never become accustomed to the European's lack 
of "personal boundaries” but I must admit his seeming fondness, and 
gentle pokes and prods were more than I could bear.  In my closeted 
excitement I managed to spill my tankard of ale down my chest 
puddling in my crotch no doubt ruining my favorite riding 
leathers.  As I jumped up Jonas proceeded to laugh with such 
ferocity the entire bar turned to see this embarrassing spectacle.  
Me jumping and shaking like a wet dog and Jonas howling and 
stomping his boot clad feet like a dancer.  It was quite a scene.  
After I returned to the bench Jonas apologized "I am so sorry, it 
must have been my fault!" he grabbed his napkin and began gently 
blotting my beer soaked T-shirt and wiping down my leathers gently 
stroking every where but the outline of my now stiffening crotch.  
Looking into my eyes he whispered "we should go to my place to get 
you cleaned up."  Of course I agreed, generously tipping my now 
very annoyed waitress, we left in a hurry.

His flat was the second story of his parent's (now closed) auto 
repair shop a few blocks from the brauhaus.  It was large and 
suprisingly well appointed showing obvious male influence with many 
soccer trophies and eclectic sports equipment stored here and there 
in complete disarray.	

I remember distinctly those typical male odors, a combination of 
many.  Musty soccer cleats, wet towels, sweat stained jerseys and 
jocks.  That combined with soaps, deodorants and colognes was 
almost pleasant.  I took up residence on a huge burgundy leather 
chair and stretched my legs out. But just as I was getting 
comfortable, Jonas who had been down the hall in another room 
appeared, now shirtless, with an armload of towels and a shaving 
kit in hand.

As he helped himself to another beer, conveniently stored in a 
small cooler functioning as an end table, he suggested that I make 
myself more comfortable and take advantage of his humble 
facilities.  	I couldn’t help but watch the muscles in his arm 
bulge every time he took a sip of beer from the heavy stein, 
showing just a little more pit each time as he wiped away the foam 
from his thin upper lip.

I staggered down the hall to his bathroom, which was functional to 
say the least.  A generously large claw footed bathtub in the 
corner under a large window looking out onto the street, a walk in 
shower enclosure with a spout high enough for a giant, and 
strangely both a urinal and a toilet.  I took mental note of an 
unusual flexible metal tube attached to the plumbing on the tub 
with a long cylindrical nozzle.  Shrugging my shoulders I decided 
that although a bath would be more relaxing, a shower would take 
the least time and then I could shave and rinse at the same time.

I closed the glass door, and turned on the water to a generous 
temperature saturating the room and stall with rich pungent steam.  
As I stepped in, the all to familiar tingle saturated my senses 
with delight.  Only minutes went by before I heard the bathroom 
door open and close, thinking nothing of it, I continued basking in 
the hot stream of water flowing over my hard torso.  I love the 
feel of my ripped pectoral muscle as it relaxes and flexes with 
every scrubbing motion, although the water is hot, my nipples 
remain erect.  The size of a nickel, but hard, jutting away from my 
slightly tanned chest.  The aromas of my own juicy pits almost 
arouse me.  Although I’m not particularly hairy, I have always 
enjoyed shaving my pits, a leftover practice from my early college 
swim team days at State.  Dragging the razor over my pits always 
turns me on and as always I reach down to rub my now hardening 
cock.  I wonder what my nuts would feel like to be hairless again 
like when I was 13?  Without hesitation the razor finds its way to 
my low hanging ball sac swiping off all the curly blonde hairs 
between my legs. My raging hard manroot stands erect at my now 
hairless belly, the thin line of hair that used to separate my abs 
now removed in two swift strokes.  Ah…the delight of feeling 
totally clean. Hairless now I gloat as I soap up my body and rinse 
away the beer that had soaked me only an hour before.

As I stepped out of the shower, much to my disbelief stood Jonas, 
now grinning and clapping as if I had just performed my finest 
act.  Needless to say I was embarrassed, my now flaccid cock 
swinging between my legs without the slightest hint of hair to hide 
my shame.  Well what was to worry it was just Jonas, and we’re both 
men right?  Jonas’ skin was glistening in the steamy room his arms 
folded accentuating his bulging chest and arms.  No sooner than I 
had started to towel off he shucked off his jeans revealing his 
family treasure.  Not the largest I had ever seen, but endowed 
nonetheless.  His large nuts were hanging loosely in the heat, his 
uncut fuckstick dangling flaccidly over them.  He made no effort to 
divert his eyes from my crotch, now stirring from the eye candy he 
was providing, apparently at my disposal.  No sooner had he 
undressed though, he stepped into the tub and began to fill it for 
himself.  As I finished toweling off, trying not to get a hard on, 
I opened the bathroom door and started on my way back down the hall.

Back in the living room now I noted that Jonas had laid out some 
fresh clothes for me, I thought they’d probably be a little large 
for my taste but what the hell they were clean.  Refreshed now, I 
opened the beer that had been placed on the small table in front of 
me and poured it into a beautiful ceramic mug that was sitting next 
to it.  The hoppy sweet taste of the local brauhaus was easy to 
discern, I sat back in my chair, shirtless and barefooted listening 
to the bustle of the crowd walking by now that the taverns were 
closing.  I thought to myself that the time had literally “flown”, 
hard to believe that it was already 3:00 AM.  Slowly but surely I 
was drifting off to that ever so sound sleep, my taught muscular 
body now hugged by the over stuffed chair, finally able to relax 
after a hard night of partying with some of the most attractive men 
in Germany.  “Sweet dreams” I murmured to myself, sated that I was 
clean, warm and dry.  Little did I know that the events to come in 
the very near future would profoundly change my life, and my body, 
forever.

I remember I came to, feeling the sting of a sharp slap across my 
face.  The sting reverberating down my spine, wanting to rub my 
face and trying to focus on the idiot who I was intending to pommel 
for this insult.  As I was to find out this would be impossible as 
my hands, wrists and arms were tied to something.  I thought to 
myself, am I standing?  Indeed I was my arms stretched out to my 
sides totally restrained.  I attempted to kick out with my legs but 
they didn’t respond either.  They too were tied from ankle to calf, 
and around my flexing thighs.  My waist had a belt of some kind 
around it, with metal cables attached at either side to the frame 
that was supporting all of my weight.  I felt as if I was watching 
myself from a distance, disconnected somehow and woozy.  I must 
have been drugged!  My only thought was that it had to have been 
Jonas, he was the only one in the flat!  My mind reeled trying to 
assimilate all of this; what the hell was going on?  My head was 
soon covered with some kind of leather mask, zipped up the back 
catching my hair and pulling like crazy.  The eyes were covered but 
a little light was coming through.  My only thought was that this 
had to be a joke, but no sooner had I thought that, I felt a hunk 
of cloth being stuffed into my mouth…it tasted like piss!  I could 
feel a strap holding it in place being snapped into place alongside 
my ears.  I tried to scream but it was too muffled.  I could feel 
my shorts being cut off of me with scissors, oh god they are going 
to see my shaved crotch, they’re going to find out about my 
history.  Whatever happened to “don’t ask don’t tell?”  I was 
shivering with fear now.  I tried to scream no!  My resistance was 
meted with an incredibly hard knee to my exposed nuts, not once but 
twice.  The pain radiated from my throbbing sac slowly up my belly, 
a sickening feeling experienced at least once by every man, but 
never intentionally.  The only sounds I could hear were snickering, 
not just one voice but several.  Where was I?  Low guttural 
chuckling interspersed with the drone of German being spoken, but 
it wasn’t a local dialect.  I could feel their eyes on my body, an 
occasional slap, a nipple tweaked incredibly hard, more chuckling.

I could feel the apparatus being slowly lowered down but not onto 
the ground, perhaps a table or something.  My legs were unshackled, 
but no sooner did I try to kick I felt a huge hand grab my still 
throbbing nuts and slam them with a stick or club of some kind, I 
felt my arm being stuck, probably an injection, I drifted back into 
unconsciousness. 

The mask had been taken off my now sweating head and was now lying 
next to my cheek.  I could smell the leather it was created from.  
Probably lying there to be used again no doubt.  Conscious, I was 
now lying on a metal table, my arms still restrained, my head 
restrained at the neck.  Multiple velcro straps held my chest and 
belly down to the table, but my legs were up in some kind of pole 
like apparatus, my ankles tied into them.  I couldn’t move and it 
was cold.  My asshole, cock and balls were completely exposed and I 
was at their mercy.  It seemed like I had lain there for hours, all 
by myself; finally I had to relieve my stretched bladder.  I pissed 
all over my nuts and asshole, no way to ultimately control it.  I 
could feel its warmth spreading under my ass cheeks.  I couldn’t 
move and I knew better than to scream or say anything again, my 
name rank and serial number was all that they would get…if they 
asked. 

Soon a huge man in black BDU’s came into my field of vision, his 
muscular chest practically exploding from his shirt.  Behind him 
was Jonas dressed just the same but now wearing glasses.  The room 
looked like some sort of lab, or procedure room, but it was 
concrete with windows at the very top of the wall near the ceiling, 
lights dangled overhead and were shining in my eyes.  It was 
difficult to focus still.  

The large man introduced himself as Commandant Harmun and turned 
and introduced Jonas as Lieutenant Reikert, I couldn’t believe it!  
What was this?  
“I have to inform you that as a spy against the state, you will 
have no rights, and you will remain under my supervision” said 
Harmun.  “Lt. Reikert will explain all of the rules to you after 
your procedure.”  Jonas stepped to the side of the table looking me 
in the eye, his hand stroking my quivering stomach.  He said “Don’t 
worry Carl, it will be over before you know it.”  I said “What, 
why, what procedure, what did I do, where was I?”  Harmun gave him 
an evil stare and he just pressed his index finger to his mouth 
insisting that I quieten down.  I complied.  Soon two men entered, 
one pushing a cart, covered in blue, and another behind him.  Both 
were dressed in surgical scrubs.  I could tell one was taking a 
seat between my legs, I could feel him spreading something warm and 
soft on my bunghole. Soon I felt the familiar scrape of the razor 
taking off what was left of the hair around my quivering asshole, I 
just stared up into the ceiling wondering what was coming next.  
The lights now focused on their work but glaring in my eyes.

Soon they rinsed off my ass and dried it with large blue sterile 
cloths, taken from the top of the cart.  Next I saw him pull out of 
the side of the cart a large metal tool, he explained to me that it 
was a speculum and he was going to insert it into my ass so that it 
could be flushed clean with betadine.  I shook my head from side to 
side, tears began to well up in my eyes, I just pleaded with Jonas 
to stop this, he just raised his hand and no sooner had he done 
that than another orderly, stuffed my mouth with gauze and taped it 
shut.  The tears came now, as I knew what was going to happen next.

The man lubed the instrument with a type of jelly and inserted it 
into my red puckered asshole.  He said, “You will feel pressure 
now, breathe deeply”.  I could feel my ass being opened up, the 
pressure was incredibly painful.  Next I saw Jonas step behind the 
man spreading my ass apart and kneel down.  He was peering into my 
hole. He muttered “Good enough.” And stepped back, I felt a surge 
of fluid pumped into my ass, filling my hole, I could hear it 
running back out into a pail situated below my buttocks.  I was 
dried once again and the speculum was removed, much to my relief.  
The same man now grasped my now hardening cock and rubbed betadine 
over the tip, I heard the other man say “Are you ready for the 
catheter sir?” the man between my legs now standing, just nodded 
yes.  The long flexible latex piss tube was lubricated and slipped 
into my piss slit quickly.  I could feel it burning as it went 
down, finally making its way into my bladder.  I could hear the bag 
now attached at my table filling with piss.

My muscles strained at the restraints, a combination of velcro, 
leather and cable with fasteners that could not be manipulated with 
one hand.  The orderly was now undraping the cart completely, on it 
laid an assortment of instruments, clamps, suture kits, hemostats, 
scalpels, a multitude of unsheathed syringes and small bottles 
adjacent to them.  

Jonas took my hand saying “Unfortunately we cannot take the risk of 
incarcerating you without taking your manhood, you cannot be 
trusted on your own.”  The tears welled in my eyes, they were going 
to take my balls, why…why?  Activity around the table increased, 
the second orderly began filling syringes, five in total.  The 
instruments and sponges were already organized in some sort of 
fashion.  Again they wiped my nads down with betadine.  The taped 
my cath fucked cock down to my hairless belly, up and out of the 
way.  The man seated began snapping on his latex gloves.  He 
muttered something and the orderly began handing him the syringes.  
I felt him pat me on the inner thigh, completely exposed as my feet 
were still restrained in the stirrups on the examination table.  My 
ass still full with some unknown object.

Soon after the stinging pricks began.  Multiple injections began 
starting at the base of my cock continuing around my sac, I 
eventually could not feel them sticking me, although they must have 
been continuing completely around my manballs and cock.  Jonas was 
starting to get nervous, now staring directly into my eyes, his 
face partially masked now in surgical style.  He reached under the 
cart and extracted a mirror and stepped behind the seated surgeon.  
He focused it so that I could watch the entire procedure.  

The first incision was made on my left nut, along the side, the 
blood began to ooze immediately, I couldn’t feel a thing, he 
squeezed the sac and out popped my nut, purple and tan, blood 
soaked his gloved hand.  He started to pull it away from my body 
and now the pain started.  My back tried to arch above the table, 
the pulling in my belly was unbearable.  Again the tears, I shook 
my head from side to side but to no avail.  They were tying off the 
large tube connecting my nut to my body.  Two quick ties, his 
surgical scissors came quickly severing my manhood from my body.  I 
heard it drop into a metal pan.  His attention focused on my 
filleted sac, blotting and stuffing the tube back inside my lower 
gut, fuck I could feel that entirely!  He began the 3-inch incision 
on my right nut next, same methodology, gently squeezing the nut 
out of the sack.  More blood this time, I could hear it dripping 
into the pan below, he fingered the nut deliberately and looked up 
into my eyes as he began tying off what was left of my maleness.  
Again he caught my attention, pulled the tube taught and snipped my 
nut loose.  Holding it up where I could see it well he released his 
grip on the slippery walnut sized organ, the excised tube hanging 
off of it and released.  The last part of all I cared about fell 
into the metal basin below.

With a nod, he moved back off the stool and the other man took over 
slowly suturing my laid open sac, carefully blotting as he went 
along.  I cried, the tears coming now like a river.  I just laid my 
head back, wondering if this was all a bad nightmare.

Jonas, now unmasked, smiled at me.  He began drying my tears with 
some gauze from the cart, it was soft as were his eyes now.  The 
steely gray color of his eyes had turned almost solid blue under 
the bright lights.  His pupils hardly visible.  The door to the 
room swung open and there stood Commandant Harmun.  Everyone except 
the seated orderly stood at attention, his pace quickened.  He 
stood by my side and in his staccato English he murmured “Your 
spirit has been broken now my boy, you will be ours for sometime, 
further decisions will be made about the rest of your anatomy 
dependant on your behavior at your new home” with this he smiled 
and laughed.  One of those deep roaring laughs.  He walked to the 
foot of the table and bent over, picking up the metal basin.  
Holding it with his right hand he reached in, picking up one of my 
severed pink balls by the cord.  He balled it up in his left hand 
and crushed it with all his might.  Fluid and tissue oozed out 
between his bare fingers, knuckles white from the force.  The tears 
came again.  Why?

He stepped behind me smacked my face with the same hand he crushed 
my nut with, I could smell the tissue on my face and feel the fluid 
dripping down my cheek toward my sealed lips.  Jonas shook his head 
and turned his back on me.  The standing surgeon took another 
syringe off the cart.  He walked over to me and found one of the 
straining veins in my left arm, injecting me with it slowly.  Jonas 
said, “start counting backward Carl, it’s over now”.

Whimpering wondering what was next, I started counting “ten, nine, 
eight, seven, six, five, four…”.

Stay tuned for Part II

“Commandant’s Gulag 20”

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