The Marine sergeant stood at attention in his commanding off..
🕑 Added 2021-05-06 01:42:52 +0000 UTC
The Marine sergeant stood at attention in his commanding officer tent at the US military headquarters in the desert of Afghanistan. The muscular, blonde marine has been in the combat zone of Afghanistan for the past three years. He hated the country. However, he was a marine through and through. He lived to fight, and he had the body to prove it. His green t-shirt hugged his sculptured, hard muscles, and the camie pants did nothing to hide his powerful legs and tight muscular ass. He had an air of cockiness about him. Many had called him the postal boy of the US marines, with his high and tight hair cut, chisel strong jaw line, and macho persona.
“We will be withdrawing from Afghanistan in a few months and Washington wants it as secure as possible when we leave. We have Intel that Mohammad al-asad, a notorious ruthless leader of the Taliban, is hiding in the north-east sector of the country.”
The commanding officer stood up and turned toward the map behind his desk.
“Your orders are to take Al-asad out.”
“Yes, sir. My men will be ready to move tonight,” the muscular sergeant saluted.
After going through the intel, the small marine assault f0rce prepared to pull out.
Under the cover of darkness the marines flow by helicopter, rigged for silent flight. They journeyed from their secure base to the distance hideout in the largely Taliban controlled area. As they traveled through the night sky, the marines double checked their equipment and gear. They each had their own ritual before going into combat. Their sergeant sat with his eyes closed, listening to his men talk and joke while loading their weapons. In just a few months, they would be out of that hell hole, the sergeant thought. A day that was long coming.
As they approached the target, the sergeant and his men pulled their face covering over their mouths and noses and lowered their protective glasses over their eyes. Their identities were protected.
The helicopter quietly landed outside of the sleeping compound and the marines disembarked with their assault weapons ready. The compound seemed oddly quiet as the marines approached the gates. There were a few guards on top of the compound’s wall, but they were easily dispatched by the marines. The sergeant had an uneasy feeling about the situation. It was too easy. He was in combat long enough to sense when sometime wasn’t right. He had an eerie feeling that they were being led into a trap.
Once inside the main building of the compound, the marines split up to cover more rooms in the extensive house. As the sergeant and his number two moved through the structure, they heard what sounded like faint groans and thuds coming from other rooms where the other marine teams headed.
Upon entering an upstairs room, the sergeant turned his back to his fellow marine for just a second to check for any hostile around the corners. When he turned back, he saw his man staring straight ahead with his gun pointed downward.
“What the fuck, get your weapon up man,” the sergeant barked.
The sergeant then saw the short Afghani man in the corner. The sergeant immediately aimed his gun at the man and ordered him to put his hands up. The man just smiled as he held up his hands. It was then that the sergeant heard the man’s voice, telling him to relax and breathe in and out.
The man’s mouth wasn’t moving but the sergeant could hear the voice in his head. He could even make out the Afghan accent in the voice. The sergeant found himself breathing in and out, growing relaxed despite the intense situation. The face covering over the marine’s mouth made it hard to breathe and his head feel lightheaded.
“Lower your weapon, American,” the voice was so calming.
The marine tried to clear his head by blinking several times. However, it was so relaxing to obey the voice, that the sergeant lowered his gun as he was told.
“Good American. Come here,” the man lowered his hands.
The big muscular marine obeyed. His combat booted feet were moving on their own toward the stranger.
“Good. Now take off your pants, sergeant,” the man ordered as he sat back on a regal looking chair at the head of the room.
Without thinking, the marine undid his belt and camie pants and let them fall to his combat boots. The middle eastern was pleased as he took in the marine sergeant’s thick muscular legs. The marine’s legs were shredded with thick cords of muscles and only lightly dusted with fine blonde hair. To the sergeant’s horror his cock was rock hard and poking out of his green Corps issued boxers. The cut cock head was angry red.
“Take off those ugly underwear,” the stranger ordered.
With no resistance, the sergeant pulled down his underwear over his raging hard on and pulled them over his heavy boots.
“Good,” the stranger said evilly as he marveled at the marine’s hard 6 inch cock pointing straight out from the American’s blonde bush. “Come here boy and lay over my lap.”
With his face red in humiliation, the marine found himself walking across the room. From the waist up he was still fully covered by his gear, mask, and helmet. However, he was naked, except for his boots and socks, from the waist down. When the sergeant reached the stranger, he obediently bent over the man’s lap. The Afghani man was amazed how smooth and beautiful the marine’s ass was. The plump ass cheeks felt so flawless as the man stroked the firm muscular gluteus. The stranger was used to the hairy bodies of many of his countrymen. Westerners kept their bodies a lot smoother than the traditionalist men of the east, he mused.
The man lifted his right hand into the air and brought it down hard on to the muscular ass. The sergeant let out a yell and kicked up his legs. Yet he remained bent over the man’s lap. He jumped and kicked his thick legs at each impact. All a while, the marine’s cock was hard and rubbing against the stranger’s leg. The middle eastern man was loving it as he spanked the tough American marine. He might keep this one he mused to himself. The other marines would be sold to support the jihad. This sergeant was too sexy to give up. He hadn’t fully undressed the sergeant but knew from the beautiful lower half the rest of him would be just as beautiful.
One by one the other marines in the sergeant’s company were escorted into the room by the Taliban soldiers. The marines held their muscular arms behind their heads as they were led naked into the room. Their humiliation grew even worse as they saw their commanding officer being bent over some old man’s lap getting spanked like a spoiled brat.
