Male Rape Camp (with CougarGirl)

[GenderBender]

Sergeant Mike Petersen stood smartly to attention, his eyes occasionally flicking down to catch a glimpse of Major Wendy Roberts as she perused a file. He hoped she would get up and walk across her office to the filing cabinet. That would allow him a chance to watch her ass. She was universally acknowledged by all ranks to have the tightest and cutest ass on the base. Failing that, he might with luck catch a glimpse of her nipples. Standard uniform material seemed designed to hide nipples, but hers occasionally made a break for freedom. Today though, luck was not on Mike’s side.

Eventually, she sat back and looked up at him.

‘Relax, Sergeant. Take a seat.’

Mike duly relaxed and sat.

The major leaned forward and rested her forearms on her desk. That had the effect of pushing her breasts up and forward. Mike tried not to look at them, but he wondered, as so many men, and some women, had before him, whether this might not be deliberate on her part.

‘You’ll be leading a mission shortly. I can’t tell you when, but it will be only a matter of weeks before you leave.’

She paused.

‘I suppose you’ve heard about what’s been happening on previous missions?’

Mike had heard rumours, but wasn’t going to admit that. Still, the major had clearly asked a question, and a question from a major required an answer.

‘No, Major, I don’t know what’s happened.’

His superior smiled.

‘I’m sure you don’t know, because it’s been kept under wraps, but I’m sure you’ve heard rumours. I’m going to tell you, but this is strictly on a need to know basis and you need to know because you will lead the next mission and it is essential for you to be prepared.’

‘I understand,’ was all he could think to say, although he didn’t understand at all.

Again, the major smiled.

‘The insurgents have been using a new tactic. When they capture our guys – something that has been happening too often – they target the commander for special treatment.’

She paused for a moment, before continuing.

‘I’ll give it to you straight. They repeatedly abuse the commander in front of his men. They rape him and generally treat him as a sexual object. This is a summary of the reports from the last three missions to give you a flavour of what has been happening.’

She pushed the file across the desk.

‘You will read it now and never tell anyone what is in it. You will then understand our problem. The sergeants concerned were humiliated, naturally. They were left a laughing stock to their men and lost the respect they need to command. Entries in their personal files show that all of them have been left sexually emasculated.’

She sat back and waited while Mike read the file. It contained graphic and detailed reports that made his bowels clench. The major waited until he closed the file and returned it to her.

‘Now I really understand,’ he said quietly.

‘Yes, and you’ll understand that you need to be prepared for this. We’ve taken advice, the best advice we can get. That advice is desensitisation. You will be the first to undergo that programme. We have devised a special programme at an isolated unit attached to a top secret base. You will go there and – I won’t try to dress this up – be exposed to the sort of treatment you’ve just read about in a way that will allow you to accept it and treat it with distain.’

Mike stared at her. He hardly knew where to begin.

‘You mean,’ he began tentatively, ‘you’re telling me that I’m going to be-‘

‘Sergeant,’ she rose leaving his face in line with the camouflage material of her fatigues stretched tight across her crotch, ‘you will be in the hands of men who will rape you, use you, abuse you, treat you like you’d probably like to treat me right now. In short, you’ll learn what it is like to be a woman.’

Mike would have sworn that her face was flushed with excitement at the thought. As if the major had read his mind, she snapped.

‘That’s all, Sergeant. Dismissed.’

Mike rose, snapped to attention and turned towards the door.

‘One other thing,’ her voice brought him to a halt and he turned back to face her. ‘Good luck, Mike. This is for your own good, honestly it is.’

Just at that moment, Mike found that difficult to accept.

 

[CougarGirl]

The two women watched the monitor in front of them. It showed an image of the major’s office, empty now as she was on her way to meet them.

Doctor Mary Walters was the first to speak.

‘Was it my imagination or was she flirting with Sergeant Petersen?’

‘You may be right or that may just be her manner. I don’t know her well enough to be certain.’ This was Althia Johnson, a psychologist. ‘Pushing her tits out like that was pretty suggestive, I agree.’

‘Not to mention,’ Mary put in, ‘presenting her crotch to the guy. It’s difficult not to construe that as an invitation.’

‘It’s easy to go overboard with this body language stuff,’ Althia replied in a professional tone. ‘What is more significant was that flushing at the thought of what was going to be happening to him. We may need to watch her to make sure she remains professionally detached.’

‘Yes,’ the doctor added, ‘we mustn’t allow anything to get in the way of the programme.’

Just as she finished, Major Walters walked into the room and sat down.

‘Well,’ she asked in a business like tone, ‘what did you make of that?’

‘He was shocked by what he read,’ was the doctor’s comment, ‘that was obvious.’

‘Yes,’ the psychologist added, ‘I saw fear in his face and the thought of the programme unnerved him.’

‘Exactly,’ the major agreed, ‘that’s why I felt the need to make a personal connection with him at the end, to boost his confidence.’

The others exchanged knowing looks.

‘So,’ the major summed up in terms that would form the conclusion of her report, ‘we’re agreed that everything is on track and that there is no need to change our plans.’

The others nodded.

‘Right,’ the major stood up, ‘we’ll meet back here the day after tomorrow to see how he manages in his first session.’

All three went their separate ways. The major returned to her office and the psychologist walked off in the opposite direction, while the doctor went to collect her car. As she was leaving the base, she slowed down and the psychologist climbed into the front seat. When they passed through the main gate, the guard on duty picked up her phone and dialled the major’s number.

 

[GenderBender]

Two days later, Sergeant Petersen presented himself at the guard post at a small base located on the edge of a nondescript town. There were just a few buildings, nothing to show what went on there. The corporal on duty scrutinised his papers casually and tossed them back.

‘The mess is in building 12. Your quarters are in building 6, room 9. Freshen up and get something to eat. Then report to building 4.’

He looked away. Did he know why Mike was there? Was he embarrassed? Or was he just another lazy soldier doing as little as necessary to earn his pay?

Mike dropped his kit and headed off to building 12. There he found a canteen with a few guys and a couple of women, eating by themselves and paying no attention to him or each other. He did the same. Then he strode off to building 4. Unsure whether to knock, he decided not to bother and opened the door. The building turned out to be a gymnasium with the usual equipment. He looked around, but saw nobody. Then a voice halted him.

‘So, here you are at last. Let’s hope you were worth waiting for.’

He turned to find two men who had stepped out of a doorway to what looked like a changing room.

‘Come over here and let’s take a look at you.’

That was the same guy who had spoken before. Tall, black, shaven head, military outfit, but with no badges to indicate rank or unit. The other guy was the same build but a bit thicker, white, short cropped hair. He began to circle Mike.

‘Strip,’ he ordered, ‘we can’t see what you’re like with that kit on.’

Mike wasn’t sure how to react. Ordinarily, he’d have refused and challenged this man about his rank and authority. But, in view of the reason he had been sent here, he decided just to do as he was told. He removed his kit until he was standing in just his shorts, with his other clothes folded neatly next to his boots.

‘Are you deaf?’ the black guy shouted. ‘You were told to strip. Do you look like you’re stripped?’

Mike removed his shorts, folded them and dropped them on the top of his other clothes.

‘Very careful, isn’t he, Dan?’ the black guy remarked to his comrade. ‘Did you see how he was so careful not to bend over.’

‘We’ll soon change that, Wayne,’ the white guy replied, ‘he’ll be begging for our attention before we’re finished.’

Mike just watched as they stared at him, their eyes covering every inch of his body, eventually settling on his cock. Mike wasn’t ashamed of his body; his muscles had been honed by weeks of strenuous exercise and training. And he wasn’t embarrassed by what he was carrying either. It always had a nice length when soft and stiffened up to just short of seven inches.

‘From now on,’ Dan told him as Wayne wandered off towards the dressing room, ‘you will always be properly dressed. That’s going to mean some changes.’ He looked around as Wayne came back and held out his hand to Mike. ‘From now on, you’ll always wear these. You’ll find more in your room. I’m sure they’ll be a nice snug fit. If we find you at any time not wearing them, you will be punished.’

Mike unfolded the small bundle to find a white lace thong. It was certainly going to be a tight fit. He shrugged and stepped into it, easing his so that they were held snuggly in the delicate fabric and laying his cock against his belly. He didn’t dare look down, but could feel the unfamiliar sensation of lace and the tightness of the garment.

‘Nice,’ Wayne remarked, ‘very nice don’t you think, Dan?’

‘Yea, Wayne, he looks real cute, but we need to find out what he’s made out. What you say we check out those muscles?’

‘Sure,’ Wayne purred as he stepped close and reached out. Mike instinctively flinched away from his touch, only to collide with Dan who has moved behind him. Trapped between the two men, he had no option but to submit to being stroked and probed with their firm fingers as they worked over his chest and back and down his legs. They were careful to skirt around his crotch, but paid a lot of attention to his buttocks. He felt his cock shrivel.

‘Well,’ Wayne’s breathing was fast as he stood toe to toe with Mike, ‘he’s in good condition on the surface.’

‘Yea,’ agreed Dan, his breath tickling Mike’s neck. ‘But what about inside?’

‘You’re right,’ Wayne stepped back. ‘We’d better check him out. Go and lean on that vaulting horse, legs astride.’

Mike did as he was told, unsure of what would happen next, but fearing the worst. He didn’t have long to wait. Fingers gripped the waist of the thong and, with one swift tug, it was around the top of his thighs. Before he could think, a finger was inserted into his crack and began rimming his asshole. Instinct again took over and he clenched his buttocks. Dan laughed, as Wayne bent forward and whispered in Mike’s ear.

‘You need to relax, man, or you’ll just make it worse for yourself.’

That was easier said than done, but Mike took some deep breaths and though of Major Roberts’ ass to distract himself from the firm insertion of Wayne’s index finger.

‘Tight, real tight,’ he muttered, almost to himself, as his finger worked deeper, probing until Mike felt a sudden arousal. He shifted to conceal his stiffening cock from the men, but Dan’s eagle eye had already spotted it.

‘Looks like you’re right on the button there.’ He squatted and watched Mike’s cock rise. ‘Yea, flag’s gone up the pole. Why don’t you finished him off. It’d be a pity to interrupt his pleasure now, wouldn’t it.’

Wayne continued pressing, gently moving his finger from side to side, until Mike felt his balls tighten and the unmistakeable pulse of his ejaculation.

Wayne withdrew his finger and joined Dan to watch Mike’s sperm spill over the floor.

‘Nice,’ he remarked, ‘but messy. Get that thong back on and then fetch a cloth from the changing room.’

Mike pulled up the thong as best he would, but his cock was still too long for the thong to cover it and too hard to be tucked down. He strode as manfully as he could across the gym and collected a fistful of tissues to clean and dry the floor, only to find the men had gone.

He cleaned up as best he could, tucked his now flaccid cock into the thong, dressed and left for his room.

 

[CougarGirl]

Major Wendy Roberts switched off her monitor and looked across at the doctor and psychologist who had been watching the live feed. All three women sat quietly for a few moments, lost in their own thoughts.

‘So,’ the major shook them out of their private thoughts, ‘Mary, what do you think of that from a medical point of view?’

Dr Mary Walters took off her glasses and spoke thoughtfully.

‘He is exactly what I expect of a special forces sergeant. He’s in excellent physical shape and well hung.’

Wendy laughed.

‘We all spotted that, Mary. It doesn’t take 10 years of medical training to spot something that big. But, you know, we don’t promote guys on the size of their cocks. There are other considerations.’

‘I wasn’t suggesting a cause,’ Mary replied primly, ‘only an association. Sergeants need to command respect and you can’t do that if you are inadequately endowed. Those guys see each other naked all the time and they’d soon be sniggering if anyone was below average.’

‘That’s as may be,’ Wendy retorted, wondering how Mary would account for her promotion to major, ‘but what else does your expert opinion tell you?’

‘Physically, he should be able to take everything that’s been planned and more. He’s clearly virile and wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of his men or give his captors a chance to ridicule him on that account. I have some doubts from the psychologist perspective, but Althia is the expert on that.’

Althia Johnson looked up from her notes.

‘He’s coped well, so far. He’s not put up any resistance, although he has clearly found what has been happening difficult to take. I can only speculate about how he will be feeling. Humiliated probably by the women’s underwear and that prostate massage. The guys are running a little ahead of the schedule for the programme with that, but we have to allow them to judge the pace. What were your concerns, Mary?’

‘Yes,’ Mary replied, ‘thank you. Yes, I was just concerned about the underwear. Is that really necessary?’

‘It certainly is,’ Wendy intervened. ‘That was a feature of the last mission. We think the insurgents are getting advice and adjusting what they do to make it more effective. There has been a clear progression.’

Althia nodded.

‘That’s true, we have to prepare him for what may happen, not just for what has happened before. The problem I have in assessing his reaction is that he knows it isn’t real, so his reactions can’t be real either. But this is getting ahead of ourselves. I’ll be better placed to give an assessment later.’

‘Thank you,’ Wendy’s tone indicated that the meeting was at an end. ‘We are agreed then that that was a good start. I suggest we meet at nine sharp in case there is anything to review from the overnight tape before his next session starts at 10.30 tomorrow. Have a good evening.’

She rose and opened the door. The doctor strode off towards her car, but Althia held back.

‘And how are you feeling, Major?’

‘What do you mean?’ The major’s tone was stern. She was not used to being questioned by a civilian. But Althia was not deterred by the officer’s tone.

‘Come off it,’ she grinned. ‘You’re feeling as hot as I am and as hot as that starched ass doctor, who is scurrying back to her hotel and her vibrator. We were all shifting around in our seats with our mouths open as we watched him strip and being finger-fucked. You were particularly affected by him putting on those panties.’

Wendy relaxed.

‘You’re right,’ she laughed. ‘I should have known you would be analysing us as much as the sergeant. My husband is in for a surprise tonight, especially when I tell him what I want him to wear.’

 

[GenderBender]

Back in his room, Mike found a pile of panties, all different. Some were satin, others lace, some had frills, others bows. The colours ranged from white and cream, through various garish shades, to sheer and transparent. All were going to be a tight fit. He tossed aside the stained thong that had now become stiff with his sperm and showered. Suspecting that there would be an inspection, he picked the loosest pair, in pink lace, and went off for a meal.

To his surprise, there was no late night inspection and nothing to tell him what to do or where to go next day. But he was right to expect a visit. The first one happened at 1.30 am, when he was sound asleep. He awoke to a blaze of light to find Wayne pulling off his sheet. ‘Good choice,’ he grinned and left. The second visit came an hour later, this time from Dan, who nodded approval and left without saying a word. Expecting another visit, Mike decided the ring the changes and put on a pair of black satin panties that looked big enough to cope with his morning wood. Sure enough, there was another visit, this time from Wayne, at 4. He pulled back the sheet and sat down on the bed.

‘So, you’ve changed for me, how considerate. And what a good choice, the black set off that tan of yours really well. You look hot, in fact so hot that I’m going to stay.’

He switched off the light and Mike heard him removing his clothes. He braced himself as Wayne slid into the bed beside him and rolled him onto his side, with his face towards the wall.

‘Don’t tell Dan,’ he whispered, ‘he’ll be jealous.’

His hands worked slowly down Mike’s chest and this time they did not stop when they reached his crotch. They slide inside the panties and slowly massaged Mike’s cock and balls. Despite himself, he found his cock stiffening under Wayne’s expert attention, just as Wayne’s hard cock was climbing against his back.

‘You see,’ Wayne breathed heavily in his ear, ‘you want me don’t ya. It’s no good pretending, you know you’re going to be my bitch, so you may as well get used to it.’

He pulled Mike’s hand round and place it on his cock, as he took hold of Mike’s and began rubbing it vigorously.

‘Come on,’ he encouraged Mike, ‘we may as well both get some pleasure before I have to leave. We’re going to need to rest before the morning.’

For the first time in his life, Mike took hold of another man’s cock. To his amazement, he felt a flush of pleasure as it throbbed under his touch. Wayne was responding to him as much as he was to Wayne. Maybe, he wondered, this was the way to cope, to accept that it was just a physical response, nothing more. He varied his movements to match Wayne’s and they both shot together.

‘I need a pee,’ Wayne whispered, as he slid out of the bed, ‘don’t go away.’

Mike was asleep by the time Wayne finally left.

 

[CougarGirl]

Wendy was already in the monitor room when Althia arrived next day. She tossed her bag onto a spare chair and sat down.

‘Any developments overnight?’ she asked.

‘Are you asking about me or the sergeant?’ Wendy asked.

‘Tell me about you first,’ she smiled conspiratorially, ‘before Mary gets here.’

Wendy opened her phone and slid it across the table. Althia looked at the photo of a muscular man with a wide patch of hair across his chest, standing in a pair of maroon hipster panties. The material was stretched close to breaking point by a thick erection.

‘Nice,’ Althia smiled in appreciation, ‘I hope he didn’t tear the material. How long did he last?’

‘Not long, the first time.’ The smile on Wendy’s face spoke volumes. ‘And I am pleased to report that my pants were not damaged.’

‘Good,’ Althia replied, ‘I bet you look good in those. Any pics?’

Wendy took back her phone.

‘You’re right, I do look good in them, but no, there aren’t any photos. But how about you, do you have any adventures to report?’

Althia shook her head.

‘Sadly, I am between girlfriends at the moment. If you want to apply for the vacancy …’

She let the question hang, but never got an answer because of the doctor’s arrival.

‘Any developments overnight?’ she asked briskly.

‘Yes,’ Wendy replied, ‘Althia just asked me the same question.’ She consulted her file. ‘Sergeant Petersen wore his panties overnight, although he changed during the night. We’re not sure why. He let Wayne masturbate his on his last visit. He also seems to have reciprocated, although Wayne hasn’t told us that anything took place and the images from the camera in his room aren’t clear because of the low light. The technical guys are trying to get the images clearer if they can, but we’re not hopefully.’

‘That’s the second time those guys have gone beyond their brief,’ Mary noted sourly. ‘Don’t they realise that this has all been carefully thought out?’

‘They do,’ Wendy retorted tartly, ‘but we have to allow them some flexibility. They’re on the ground and have to respond as they judge best. We’re in new territory here, don’t forget.’ Her tone suggested that she had not appreciated Mary’s doubts, which were becoming a feature.

‘So,’ Mary replied, refusing to back down, ‘what’s going to happen today or, perhaps I should ask, what is supposed to happen?’

The major checked her watch and moved to deflect the discussion.

‘Look, we’ve got some time. Why don’t we watch the feed from last night?’

The others nodded and sat back to watch the clips of Mike’s night-time visits. When they came to an end, Mary immediately leaned forward, eager to speak. Wendy nodded to her.

‘I know I’m here to give a medical perspective on what’s happening, which principally means a physical perspective, but ethics are important to medicine and I have to record my concerns about the ethics of what took place last night.’

‘Ethics,’ Wendy interrupted her flow, ‘the ethics of this programme were discussed at length and agreed by everyone, including you, doctor. If I may remind you,’ she added coldly.

‘Yes’, Mary retorted tartly, ‘yes they were agreed, they were agreed for the programme. But it isn’t the programme that I am concerned about. Wayne is certainly not sticking to the programme. OK, OK,’ she saw Wendy about to interrupt again, ‘I know what you’re going to say about flexibility, but we’ve all seen that clip from last night and it doesn’t take much imagination to work out what was happening. Was Wayne just being flexible, or was he acting in his own interest? We just don’t know. And what’s his relationship with Dan? This could all turn nasty and the sergeant could suffer and, worst of all, future missions could be jeopardised.’

She sat back, glaring defiance at her colleagues. Wendy turned to Althia, hoping for support, but she didn’t hear what she expected.

‘I agree with Mary about took place last night. I am sure it was mutual masturbation and that raises all sorts of issues about the dynamics of the relationship between those three men and the success of the programme. But there’s another ethical issue that we didn’t consider, because it didn’t occur to us that it would happen.’

‘What do you mean?’ Wendy sounded surprised that the woman she had thought of as an ally was now siding with Mary.

‘I mean that we agreed that there would be cameras present, without the knowledge of those involved, for monitoring purposes so that we could judge how well the programme worked and identify changes for the future. But we didn’t anticipate what happened last night. I don’t know how you felt, but what I’m trying to say is that that felt like a genuine sexual encounter between consenting adults, not some performance as part of the desensitisation programme. We were voyeurs watching two men having sex together when they thought they were in private. I felt like we were intruding into something personal.’

‘Surely they must realise that on a base there would be surveillance,’ Wendy protested.

‘Of course,’ Mary was the first to respond, sensing she now had Wendy on the defensive, ‘but should they have expected secret cameras in a bedroom?’

Althia followed on before Wendy could argue further.

‘We need to examine our own reactions and attitudes. We’re all women and we’re watching some highly charged encounters between guys that the doctor here has described as superb physical and virile specimens. The feed we saw yesterday could have been shown as porn. Naturally, we each of us had reactions to what we saw.’

Mary seemed about to protest, but Althia put her hand on her arm and carried on.

‘No, Mary, it’s no good denying it. This is my field and I could see your reaction. There is nothing for us to be embarrassed about, we’re all fully blooded sexually active women and it was only natural that we would become aroused by what we saw. I accept responsibility for not having anticipated this and arranged discussion about how we would handle the experience we would be sharing.’

Wendy and Mary were both looking thoughtful. She went on.

‘But our reactions, well, no, let me just talk about my personal reaction, my reaction wasn’t like yesterday. It wasn’t like I feel when I watch porn, it was like I was watching real sex. I felt I was watching an intensely personal encounter. I’ve seen the sergeant’s file and I’m sure that was the first time he willingly engaged in a homosexual sex. Despite being aroused, it has made me feel dirty.’

Wendy was now regretting the confidences she had shared with Althia. The last thing she wanted was some protocol for future behaviour on file with personal information about her in it. She was still thinking about how to avoid anything formal when Mary came to her rescue.

‘Alright, let’s put our cards on the table and then work out how we are going to deal with this without it getting on our personal files. I’ll be honest. I left in a hurry yesterday, because I was desperate to get back to my hotel, where I had phone sex for an hour with my husband and a vibrator. If my husband were here right now, I’d mount him in front of you.’ She stopped and looked at the others.

‘I wish I had a partner to work this out with,’ Althia confessed. ‘I was horny as hell, despite being gay, and this latest clip has just got me in a bigger state. I’m going to need to buy a vibrator if it goes on like this.’

They both looked at Wendy, who passed her phone over. ‘Althia has already seen one photo, but you may as well look at the whole set.’

Both women were chewing their lower lips when they passed the phone back to Wendy.

‘Look,’ she said, feeling happier now that they were agreed that this had to be kept private, ‘it’s important that we are able to concentrate on our work and not get distracted by our fantasies and frustrations. Why don’t we watch the feed and then go somewhere to talk about this in private? Maybe Mary’s hotel. There must be a bar there.’

The others nodded and Wendy checked her watch.

‘Goodness, it’s about to start.’

She turned on the feed from the base.

 

[GenderBender]

Mike had found his instructions for the morning pinned to his door when he returned from breakfast: he was to report to the gym in an hour. That gave him time to think. He was determined to show them that he was not being intimidated by what was happening to him and one way to do that was in his choice of underwear. From the large pile, he chose a shimmering silver thong, that was in truth little more than a string, but still large enough to accommodate his equipment, at least when at rest. He put it on and admired the way that whoever had bought them had known his most intimidate dimensions. Then he lay back on the bed and tried to work out a mental plan of campaign.

The problem was that he didn’t know what to believe. If Wayne had told him the truth, he was keeping secrets from Dan. Was there some competition or rivalry there that he could exploit? If so, he might be able to drive a wedge between them. But then again how did he know that this supposed rivalry wasn’t part of the programme he was undergoing? And how could he plan for something that was beyond his knowledge and control? In the end he decided to spend the remaining time napping to catch up on his disrupted sleep.

He marched smartly over to the gym and walked in just on time to find Dan and Wayne sitting on a vaulting horse chatting. Without waiting to be told, he took the initiative and stripped to his string. Dan whistled and walked around him, commenting admiringly before fondling Mike’s sac, as if checking the weight.

‘Um,’ he muttered, ‘you’re carrying a full load. Obviously you haven’t been a naughty boy and spent the night wanking away in those lovely panties.’

Mike didn’t meet his eye. Was he hinting slyly that he knew what he and Wayne had done or was this just an innocent jibe? Time would tell, or maybe it wouldn’t.

‘But,’ Dan continued, ‘you can hold on to that for a while, because the sight of these muscles,’ he stroked Mike’s abs tenderly, ‘is making me feel horny and when I feel horny I have to get off. Get down on your knees, bitch.’

Mike slowly lowered himself to the floor, wondering if this was another hint that Dan knew Wayne had got his rocks off in the night. As he knelt there, Dan dropped his pants and let his cock swing out. He was fully hard, on the thin side and pretty much average in length, not like Wayne who had been thicker and longer in Mike’s hand.

‘Well, come on,’ Dan’s tone was irritated, ‘get me off. I’m sure you know what to do.’

Mike reached up slowly and took hold of the cock, folding his fingers tightly round it. But Dan only laughed and knocked his hand away.

‘What the fuck is this guy playing at?’ His question was addressed to Wayne, who didn’t reply. ‘I don’t want you to play with it, I want you to suck me off. Now get on with it.’

Mike looked across at Wayne, but his face was inscrutable. He had no option, but to rise slight on his knees and bring his head down towards Dan’s quivering cock. He recognised the smell of the soap he had used himself mingled with a slight tang of urine. He flicked his tongue out, more to get used to the idea of the taste than to tease Dan, who moaned softly.

‘Looks like he’s done this before, Wayne. You should try him later.’

Encouraged by his response, Mike closed his eyes and tried to repeat his girlfriend’s practice when she gave him a blow job, sucking gently on the head, licking the shaft to moisten it and then taking it slowly into his mouth. By this time, Dan was moaning louder. When Mike began to bob up and down his shaft, Dan took hold of his head and began pumping his hips. Trapped, Mike could only carry out bobbing his head as Dan began moaning louder until suddenly he exploded shooting into Mike’s throat. Mike gagged and bit onto Dan’s cock, Dan squealed in pain and pulled back, his sperm spraying over Mike’s head and face.

‘Bastard,’ Dan spat, ‘fucking bastard, just what the hell are you playing at.’ He kicked out at Mike, sending him sprawling onto the floor, legs splayed. As Wayne rushed over to pull him off, he lashed his foot out at Mike’s groin, catching him a hard blow on his balls. Mike rolled into a ball to protect himself, as Wayne hauled Dan away.

 

[CougarGirl]

Major Roberts muted the sound and turned to Dr Walters with a concerned expression.

‘Give us your medical assessment, please, doctor.’

The doctor recognising the seriousness of what had just occurred with equal seriousness.

‘There are two injuries as we have seen. The injury to the sergeant is insignificant. A man’s testicles are soft and absorb impact. That is an evolutionary device to prevent them getting damaged, to which they are prone by virtue of their external location. He’s recovering as we speak and will be full working order before long. There will be no lasting effect.’

The other women knew as much, but were relieved to have it confirmed.

‘Dan’s injury is more difficult to assess. We will know more when the medics have examined him. He sustained a bite, which has probably caused more shock than physical damage. The penis is, like the testicles, quite resilient, necessarily so given the use to which it is put. There may be some surface lesion with tenderness and possibly some temporary bleeding.’

‘Thank you, doctor.’ The major was back in her stride as the officer in charge now. ‘What about the psychological position?’

‘Yes,’ Althia Johnson cleared her throat. ‘Mary, Doctor Walters, was right to raise her concerns about the dynamics of the relationships between these men. Dan will certainly not trust the sergeant after this. That may make him more cautious than we would wish or it could lead to him being more aggressive, which would be just as bad. Walter has come out of this as the sergeant’s protector to some extent, a role in addition possibly to that of secret lover.’

‘Walter?’ the doctor queried.

‘Sorry, that was a slip. I meant Wayne. As I was about to say, from a more positive perspective, it has introduced more realism into the encounter, which can only ultimately benefit the programme as a whole, not just for Sergeant Petersen, but for future participants.’

Major Roberts was about to continue when the doctor spoke up.

‘I’m sorry but am I missing something here? Is Wayne really Walter and if so how do you know that and why has this been kept from me.’

The major assumed her most conciliatory tone, something that did not come easily for her.

‘We’re using false names to protect the identity of both Dan and Wayne. It is standard practice in this sort of operation and it’s easy to get confused in the heat of the moment. The sergeant’s name is real; we don’t need to know who the other guys are or where they come from.’

With a sigh, the major resumed her commanding tone.

‘We will need to assess what this means for the programme, something we cannot do until we have a full report on Dan’s condition. For the rest of today, Wayne will want instructions. I suggest we tell him to carry on alone for the time being. Dan can then return or be replaced as necessary.’

 

[GenderBender]

As Dan was led away by a medic, Wayne walked across and stood over Mike, who was squatting on his haunches, breathing deeply and occasionally doubling over. His face was clearly pale under his tan.

‘Come on, mate,’ Wayne patted him on the back, ‘you’ll soon get over it. I like that pouch you’re wearing by the way, did you choose it specially for me?’

‘It’s as good any other,’ Mike shrugged.

‘Not a fan of female attire then,’ Wayne chortled. ‘You should wear them more often, they suit you, show what a nice set of balls you’ve got.’

Mike looked up, unable to tell whether Wayne was being honest or just teasing him.

‘But,’ Wayne’s tone turned more business like, ‘it looks like you need more practice on oral technique.’ He grinned. ‘And fortunately my balls are now fully refuelled after last night’s manoeuvres.’ He winked and stood back to step out of his pants.

Mike knew what to expect after the previous night, but he hadn’t seen Wayne’s cock before. It was still soft and swinging gently from side to side, about the same size Mike judged as his own.

Wayne stepped forward, hands on his hips, his cock swinging in Mike’s face.

‘OK,’ he ordered, ‘off you go.’

Mike reached out to cradle Wayne’s balls in one hand and guide his cock into his mouth with the other. The balls felt warm and heavy and he noticed the cock twitch at his touch, just as it had in his bed a few hours before.

For a while Mike was almost motionless, holding Wayne’s cock in his mouth and gently pressing the underside of the shaft with his tongue, letting it expand slowly so that he could get used to it. Knowing how big it would grow, he tried to calm himself mentally for the moment when it would begin to push down his throat. He dare not let himself gag again.

Wayne was stroking Mike’s head, his eyes closed, a deep rumble of pleasure sounding in his chest. ‘That’s right, boy, take it slow, Wayne likes it slow, make it last and everything will be fine. Just remember,’ he added threateningly, ‘there’ll be no one to protect you if things go wrong again.’

Mike had already logged that piece of information. His hands were rolling Wayne’s balls now, back and forth in his palm, feeling them tighten as Wayne’s cock continued to grow. He pulled back, leaving only the head in his mouth before gently drawing it back in, getting up a steady rhythm as Wayne’s cock grew longer and thicker, forcing Mike’s mouth wider.

By the time Wayne had expanded to his fullest extent, Mike had risen as high as he could on his knees to allow the tip to slide into his throat. He struggled to maintain a regular rhythm as he rose and fell along the length Wayne’s shaft. His fingers were wrapped tightly around Wayne’s balls. With his spare hand he unbuttoned Wayne’s tunic and began to stroke his chest, digging his nails deep as they raked across the hard muscle.

Looking up, he found Wayne’s eyes closed. He stroked down his chest and then round to his ass, keeping a watch on Wayne’s face to guage his reaction. All he saw was a broad grin. He slid his fingers into Wayne’s crack and began to tickle around his asshole, probing gently inside the rim. Suddenly, Wayne cock twitched violently and his hips bucked sharply, forcing his cock deep into Mike’s throat. Mike prepared as best he could, judging how long he had by the feel of Wayne’s balls. They were now pulled tight into his body and Mike decided to force the pace by penetrating his finger as deep as he could up Wayne’s ass, in one sharp thrust.

As he expected, Wayne moaned and groaned, thurst twice with his hips and shot his load into Mike’s throat. Mike choked but didn’t gag or bite and managed to control his breathing while Wayne pulsed again and again, eight times in all. He was right when he said he had refuelled since his visit the previous night.

At last, Mike withdrew his finger and Wayne’s cock slid out of his mouth, dripping with saliva and cum.

‘Lick it clean,’ Wayne told him.

 

[CougarGirl]

Wendy, Althia and Mary looked at each other as the feed ended.

‘Let’s chat in my car as I drive you back to my hotel,’ Mary suggested. ‘We can have some drink sent up to our room.’

There was silence in the car for a while until Mary spoke up.

‘That was so tender and loving, wasn’t it, or was that just my imagination?’

Althia turned sideways in her seat, to take in Wendy in the back.

‘That was how I felt. Is this just some coping tactic that Mike has developed or was he thanking Wayne for protecting him from Dan or has he developed genuine feelings for the guy? I really would need to talk to him to make an accurate assessment. I’m wondering if it was a mistake to monitor from a distance.’

‘There’s also the question of what Walter, sorry, Wayne is up to,’ Wendy leant forward and spoke as they waited for a light. ‘Are there genuine feelings there or is he just adapting to the evolving situation, like he was instructed?’ As the car pulled away, she added, ‘I’ll check my messages when we get to the hotel. We need to know if Dan can continue and to give instructions about tomorrow. In the meantime, there’s a surprise in store for our sergeant.’

Althia turned to her and Mary stared hard into her mirror, but Wendy just sat back smugly in her seat. When they reached the hotel, she turned to the others. ‘You girls go ahead. I’ll check my messages and follow you.’

Althia and Mary went off together, each noting that Wendy hadn’t asked for the room number. Once in the room, Mary sank onto the bed, pushed up her skirt and pressed her fist into her crotch. ‘Fuck, Althia, I could hardly keep my hands off myself while we were watching that.’

Althia sank into a chair and crossed her legs tightly. ‘Honey, you don’t have a spare vibrator, do you?’ Mary reached into a drawer beside the bed and tossed one over to her. ‘You’d better use the bathroom, in case our major interrupts you.’

It was, in fact, almost half an hour later before Wendy knocked at the door. Althia had only just emerged from the bathroom to find Mary hastily removing a long red dildo from her cunt. Althia tossed her vibrator onto the bed and went to let Wendy in, leaving Mary to stow them away and straighten her clothing.

Wendy immediate slumped into a chair. ‘Fuck, I need a drink,’ she gasped. ‘Have you ordered anything yet’

‘No,’ Mary admitted, ‘we were waiting for you. Is white wine OK for everyone?’ She picked up the phone and rang for room service.

‘Right,’ Wendy continued after taking a long gulp from her glass. ‘This is the position. Dan hs been treated and is fine. Like Mary said, it was mainly shock. He understands that this must not affect how he performs over the rest of the programme, at least he says he does. The special activity planned for this afternoon will go ahead and we can return to the camp to monitor what happens. It’s not a significant element, so I’ve left it to come as a surprise for you.’

The others began to protest in unison about being kept in the dark about parts of the programme, but Wendy raised her hand for silence.

‘Ladies, I hope I gave you enough time to make yourselves more comfortable. I myself took the precaution of bringing a dildo with me and have taken similar steps to what I image you have been occupied with in my absence.’

‘You mean,’ Mary laughed, ‘you’ve been in the washroom wanking off like we have.’

‘You should have joined us, we could have made a threesome of it,’ Althia added.

A broad grin spread over Wendy’s face.

‘Right, now that we are all calmer, let’s work out how we are going to handle this. we’re all as horny as hell and we are agreed that nothing of this must get on any record.’

Mary and Althia winked at each other and nodded their assent.

‘Now, I’m fortunate to have my husband available in the evenings, but he’s not available on demand. Mary, you have a husband too, available for phone sex, but again not available on demand. And Althia is in the worst position as she is between partners. Fortunately, we all have the means to take the edge off our immediate need, although speaking for myself-’

‘There’s one thing I’d like to know,’ Mary interrupted. ‘Is there any surveillance in the monitoring room? Is anyone likely to walk in on us?’

‘No one will walk in,’ Wendy assured her. ‘This programme is top secret and that room is off limits. As to surveillance, I am not aware of any, but of course we can never be sure anywhere on the base.. Why do you ask?’

‘I ask,’ Mary explained, ‘because we, that is Althia and me, I think I can speak for both of us,’ Althia nodded, ‘we are both finding it hard to concentrate. Climbing the wall in frustration is not standard medical terminology, nor something I have experienced before, but I think it captures it for both of us and, to cut to the point, we would be able to do what we have to do better if we could take the edge off our need as you put it.’

‘In other words,’ Althia could see Wendy was getting tired of this waffle, ‘we’d like to use our dildos while watching, if you wouldn’t mind.’

‘Obviously, we’d understand if you felt in your position that it was not appropriate for you to do that in front of us,’ Mary concluded.

‘Thank you both for being so frank,’ Wendy replied, ‘but we are all in this together. For myself the small chance of surveillance is worth the risk.’

Mary and Althia looked at each other and laughed.

‘Great,’ Mary could hardly contain her relief. ‘Now how long have we got before we need to get back? Time for another bottle?’

 

[GenderBender]

Mike returned to the gym after lunch and found Dan waiting. He wondered whether to apologise for what had happened that morning or to ask how he was, but decided against it. Wayne was nowhere to be seen.

‘Come with me,’ Dan ordered crisply, ‘we have a special treat arranged for this afternoon. Some light exercise and a valuable public service.’

He led the way across the gym and through the door to the changing room, where he pointed to a small pile on a bench.

‘Get undressed and get into those. You’re going to be cleaning the showers and latrines.’

Mike stripped down to the shimmering thong without even looking at the clothing. When he picked them up, he found a garter belt and stockings, in black with red bows.

‘My favourite colours,’ Dan told him with a broad grin. ‘You’ve taken a few of these off in your time, now’s your chance to put them on. Let me know if you need any help.’

Mike fixed the belt around his waist; it came as no surprise that it was a perfect fit. Unfamiliar at handling stockings, he sat down and bunched the first one up, like his girlfriend did before inserting her foot and unrolling the stocking up her leg. The movement seemed awkward, but not as difficult as fastening the suspenders. The other stocking went on more quickly and he was soon glancing at his reflection in a mirror as he rose to stand before Dan.

Dan whistled his appreciation.

‘Nice, I like a good patch of bare thigh below a set of low slung balls. Now get the cleaning gear,’ he pointed to the mop and bucket in the corner, ‘and get started in the latrines. Just the floors to start with, plenty of water and bleach.’

Mike had got used by now to the feel and fit of his panties, but now had the added sensation of the stockings on his legs, with the tops tight around his upper thighs, and the suspender straps rubbing his bare buttocks. He set to the cleaning willingly. He actually enjoyed cleaning and did more than his fair share when he was at home. He had almost forgotten where he was when a sharp flick of a towel cut into his buttocks.

‘Get a move on,’ Dan encouraged him, ‘put more effort into it, you’ve got a lot to cover.’

Mike complied, but more aware that this might not be as straightforward as it seemed. He was right to be cautious, because before long Dan spoke again.

‘Don’t worry if anyone comes in. They’re used to odd things happening around here.’

Soon Mike heard the sound of footsteps crossing the gym and making for the changing room. It wasn’t long before he was aware of men behind him, who immediately began jeering and laughing.

‘Look in here, guys, they’ve found a new cleaner.’

Soon he was surrounded by a dozen hefty guys all stripped to shorts and t-shirts for exercise. Some guys ignored him, just wanting to use the facilities and not being too careful to avoid making a mess on his clean floor, while others pushed and pinched him. One guy grabbed him by the balls, reminding him of the lingering soreness from Dan’s kick that morning.

The room was clear within a few minutes and he was able to carry on his chores. He knew there was no point cleaning the showers, because the guys would want to use them later, but he also realised that that was part of the plan.

An hour later, having just finished his assignment, the men returned, stripped off and headed into the showers. They were soon laughing and jostling each other. Then the buy who had squeezed his balls grabbed hold of him and dragged him under the water. Some of the guys kept their distance, but other began soaping him and rubbing him. Hands moved over his buttocks and started playing with his thong, one even ventured into the pouch, pulling at this cock. To Mike’s surprise, he didn’t hardened. It came as a relief in the end when they left.

It was then that Dan reappeared with the inevitable order.

‘Right, get this mess cleaned up. I’ve brought you some dry clothes to wear.’

They turned out to be a matching set of panties and belt in pink silk with black bows to match the stockings.

‘They’re the best I could find,’ Dan told him as he lounged on a bench to watch, occasionally flicking a towel at him whenever he passed.

 

[CougarGirl]

Wendy pressed the switch on the monitor and waited for her breathing to settle. Slowly, she withdrew the dildo from her cunt, letting out a long sigh. She put the dildo on the table and rose from her chair to pull up her black and red stripped thong and her uniform pants. Mary and Althia exchanged glances at the sight of the definitely non-regulation underwear.

Mary was the next to regain her composure, straightening her skirt and putting her red dildo into her bag. Althia was biting her lip and clutching the arm of her chair. It was several more minutes before she too sat up and handed her dildo across to Mary, who took it and licked it dry.

‘Well,’ Wendy said, her voice at last steady and controlled, ‘I think we can safely say that we are all massively turned on by the sight of a muscular man being humiliated.’

‘Even me,’ admitted Althia.

‘Especially you,’ Mary retorted before adding more seriously, ‘Actually that’s something I’d like to bring up. I feel sorry for Althia. We,’ she truned towards Wendy, ‘have our husbands, albeit mine is at a distance, but Althia has nobody. I feel we should help her out, you too Wendy if you’d like to join in.’

Wendy was reminded of Althia’s invitation to fill the vacancy as her partner. At the time, she had thought it was a joke, but now she was not so sure. Was Althia really making a pass at her? Well, it couldn’t do any harm and if the doctor was volunteering, it would look bad to refuse to join in.

‘Of course,’ she replied, ‘of course, if that is what Althia would like.’

Althia indicated enthusiastically that she would like and thanked them both profusively.

‘So, Althia,’ the major tried to bring the gathering back to the business in hand, ‘this is your field really. What’s your assessment?’

‘Well,’ Althia began, ‘I suggest we get back to Mary’s flat as soon as we can. Let’s get the business out of the way in the car.’

Ten minutes later they were speeding towards the hotel. During the drive they despatched their assessments in quick order. Dan, they agreed, appeared to be back to normal, but they would keep a close eye on him and Wayne would be discreetly told to do the same. Mike was keeping calm under a lot of provocation and so far has curbed his basic instinct to defend himself and possibly to attack. He would need to be watched in case he cracked.

As soon as they were in Mary’s hotel room, Althia turned on Wendy.

‘Come on then, we’ve all had a flash of those fancy panties, let’s see what else you’re wearing.’

Wendy was taken aback by the speed with which Althia had moved in on her and backed away from her slightly to try to keep some measure of control. But Althia simply followed her and began unbuttoning her tunic, to reveal a black lace push up bra and two very prominent nipples.

Althia licked her lips appreciatively, as Mary pulled the tunic off the major’s shoulders, winking at Althia, who dropped to her knees and swiftly had the reset of the unifrom around Wendy’s ankles. Then she gave Wendy a push; hampered by her clothes she stumbled and fell backwards over Mary who was not kneeling behind and landed on the bed. The others jumped on her legs and she was swiftly reduced to her underwear. It occurred to her too late that this had been all carefully planned and that she had fallen into their trap.

Mary folded the major’s uniform and placed it carefully on a chair, while Althia admired the woman lying on the bed. She was tanned and muscular, her thighs were thick and strong, her thong was pulled tight into her crotch and one strap of her bra was over her shoulder, allowing the breast to bounce free as she landed.

Althia reached behind her and unzipped her dress, shrugging it off her shoulders to reveal a slim white body, naked, with a full thatch of pubic hair. Mary was slowly removing her skirt and blouse, to reveal a slightly plump body dressed in matching satin panties and bra in garish blue. They looked at each other and Mary gestured to her friend.

‘Your choice first, dear. What do you fancy?’

Wendy, determined to exert her authority, began to rise from the bed to slow down whatever this pair had in mind, but Althia pushed her back and siftly mounted her shoulders and lowered her crotch over Wendy’s face. ‘Eat me, bitch,’ she ordered the officer, ‘and be quick, it been ages since I had a good one.’

Wendy had never seen anyone’s pussy this close before. She knew what hers melt and tasted like, but was not prepared for the mixture of sweat, acrid pee and fishy juices that wafted from the sodden hair that plastered Althia’s crotch. She tried to wriggle free, but Mary sat on her legs.

‘Now then, honey,’ she laughed, ‘don’t go running out on us just when we’re getting started.’

Knowing she was trapped, Wendy decided to get it over with as quickly as possible. If Althia was as horny as she’d said, she’d get off quickly. And then Wendy could get away. She’d never eaten pussy but she knew what she liked, so she took a deep breath, tried to ignore the sour taste and tucked in.

Althia was soon moaning and rubbing herself hard against Wendy’s mouth, issing orders – ‘Tongue me … bite me … suck me’ – mingled with words of encouragement, exhorting her to go harder or faster or slower. Suddenly she clenched her thighs onto Wendy’s head and began to shudder and curse. Wendy struggled to breathe with a face full of flesh and pubic hair. At last Althia rose and Wendy gulped in fresh air. Now was her chance. She rose from the bed, only to be spun round by Mary and pushed back down.

‘Now then, let’s get a good look at that cute ass that’s the talk of the base.’

Wendy jumped as Mary delivered a hard slap on each buttock.

‘Like I expected, hard as rock, perfect, just perfect.’

Now it was Althia’s turn to lie across her shoulders and hold her down while Mary set about exploring her ass. Wendy couldn’t miss how similar this was to the programme. Were these women deliberately enacting what was happening to Mike out at the camp?

She was left in no doubt when she felt the tip of a strap on pushing into her ass. Wendy didn’t do anal and had lost a couple of boyfriends as a result. She immediately bucked, trying to throw Mary off, but that just made it worse as Mary rammed home to peg Wendy while she had the chance. With Althia pinning her shoulders and Mary’s weight on her hips, Wendy had no chance to escape. She realised now the wisdom of one of the first lessons in tactics she had been taught when she joined the army – you can’t win every battle, sometimes you just have to roll with the flow and wait your chance.

So Wendy lay there, cursing herself for getting trapped while Althia spurred Mary on, urging her to go deeper, or faster, or slower, or anything she felt like in what seemed random order. With Wendy’s teeth clenched and her fist gripping the bedding, she slowly became aware of another sensation that was gradually overtaking and overwhelming the pain in her ass. A warmth was spreading across her belly and she felt a tingling that seemed to spread from inside and seep out through her clit. A feeling of pleasure. This, she realised in a flash of understanding, she must not show. Never let your enemy know your weakness. Just hold on, don’t give in to what was building to a screaming orgasm.

Fortunately, Mary either didn’t know or didn’t care, she just suddenly seemed to get bored and stopped. Althia climbed off the bed and Wendy rose to her knees and turned to sit, only to find the dildo still firmly embedded in her ass. She pulled it out and threw it aside, as the others laughed. Now she had an important choice. Her gut told her to lay Mary out with one punch to the jaw. She could do it, no doubt about that; she had put big guys down, so this doctor wouldn’t stand a chance. But instinct bred of training told her differently. Instead she dressed slowly, walked smartly and with as much dignity as she could muster to the door, and then turned to face them:

‘Tomorrow morning. 9 am sharp and we’ll review the overnight tapes.’

She managed to keep command of herself in the taxi back and until she got to her office . There she locked the door, buried her head in her arms and wept.

 

[GenderBender]

Mike was prepared for another nighttime inspection. The stock of underwear had been replenished and he was able to pick out a pair of purple French knickers that gave him more freedom of movement. He wondered how Wayne would react, but the first visit was from Dan at 2 am. He pulled back the bedding and bent down close to Mike’s ear. ‘Nice choice, boy, but don’t think I’ll forget what happened today.’

The second visit was also from Dan, who reached under the bedding and grabbed Mike by the balls. ‘I’ll get you one day, when you lest expect it and there’s no one to protect you.’

Repeating the practice of the previous night, Mike got up and changed into an electric blue string that looked like it would break if he got a hard on. He had only just drifted back to sleep when the light came on again and he found Wayne standing in the doorway, dressed only in a pair of shorts and holding a small bottle.

‘What’s that?’ he asked, wondering if it might be a drink.

Wayne didn’t answer, but dropped his shorts and slid under the sheets. He pushed Mike back onto the pillow and kissed him.

‘Listen,’ he whispered, ‘you’re a smart guy, so you must have worked out what’s going on here and what’s coming next. And that is going to go easier for you if you have some practice ahead of time. We don’t want a repeat of what happened yesterday, do we, now? So,’ he pulled Mike’s string down over his thighs, ‘I’ve brought some oil to make your first time a bit easier. Roll over now and lets see you take it like a man.’

Mike complied, but felt himself tensing at the thought of Wayne’s large cock up his ass. But the first thing he felt were Wayne’s long fingers smearing cold oil along his crack. Only then did he feel Wayne stroking his cock around his hole, probing a little more firmly each time, until his head was inside him. Wayne’s arms were around him, holding him tight, as he slowly inched inside, pausing occasionally to drip some more oil on the shaft. Mike lay still experiencing this novel sensation, feeling like a reverse shit. Feeling the need to connect with Wayne, he asked him to tell him about the scar on his side. Wayne’s voice came in gasps between slow thrusts.

‘Long story … Bad time … Patrol … Ambushed … They kicked the shit … out of us … Worse than what … you’re getting … I kicked the leader … in the nuts … came right back … with knife.’

Then he paused, his cock fully penetrating Mike’s bowel.

‘You know, this is the first time I’ve fucked a sergeant. It feels real good, better than I expected, almost as good as an officer. There’s a colonel I’d like to peg and one day, you know what, I will.’

He rolled Mike onto his stomach, crushing him, before taking some of the weight on his knees and pulling up Mike’s hips, withdrawing and penetrating him slowly but relentlessly, pausing only to apply a drizzle of oil.

‘You’re my bitch now, you realise that, don’t you. I’m not talking about this programme. I’m talking for real. I’ve taken you and your ass is mine. I’ll take it whenever and wherever I want. And you won’t want anyone else, not now you’ve had my cock. This is a real cock, a man’s cock for a man’s ass, not like that tiny thing Dan is so proud of. I nearly wet myself when you bit it.’

He broke out to thrust deeper and harder, his breath coming faster. He paused again.

‘That was a fucking … great blowjob … you gave me ... You can do that … again.’

Then he was off again, pushing Mike’s head into the wall with each thrust, kneeling up now, with Mike’s buttocks high off the bed.

‘I’d bet you’d … like to get … up my ass … Maybe … I’ll let you, maybe. … I don’t let … just anyone in there.’

He braced himself on the wall for what Mike knew would be the final burst. Hard, fast, no finesse, just brute power, his cock dry now, buttocks pummelled, head hitting wall, neck twisted, Wayne reaching round and grabbing Mike’s hard cock, sudden howl and cock lifting him into the air, seeming to fly, his own cum gushing out under Wayne’s hand, collapse, crushed by Wayne’s weight, revulsion.

Eventually, Wayne rolled off him and slapped his ass hard.

‘Fucking good, bitch. I just knew you’d be good as soon as I saw how you took that prostate massage yesterday. Phew, I need a rest.’

He pulled the sheet up and was soon snoring.

 

[CougarGirl]

Wendy arrived at the monitoring room in good time and was seated safely behind the table when she heard footsteps approaching. Althia walked in, a good five minutes early.

‘Look, I’m sorry,’ she began, ‘things got a little out of hand yesterday. Mary went way too far.’

Wendy said nothing. She remembered Althia encouraging Mary, so it was too late to blame the doctor for what she happened.

Sensing that she was not making progress, Althia tried a different tack.

‘Look, Wendy, Major, I really do like you. I meant what I said about filling the vacancy as my partner. Why don’t we get together and sort this out, just the two of us?’

Wendy was tempted to try to get Althia on side, but wasn’t sure she could trust her. Again Althia sensed the need to change tack.

‘Look, I’m on your side here, believe me. I didn’t know that Mary was recording what happened. Not until I saw her laughing at the image of you with the dildo waving out of your ass.’

‘What?’ Wendy exploded. She could not believe she was in this position.

‘I know that was wrong,’ Althia persisted, ‘and I said so. What do you say if I try to get that recording erased? Would you believe I was on your side then?’

Wendy did not know what to say or do. She sat stunned until Mary walked in on the dot of 9 am. Wendy ignored her and immediately switched on the feed for the overnight tape. Mary was the first to speak when it had finished.

‘Fuck,’ she said.

‘You and me both,’ said Althia.

‘That was rape,’ Wendy remarked for something to say.

‘No, it wasn’t,’ Mary cut in. ‘That was fucking, but not rape. That guy consented. No doubt about it. Walter has turned him. His girlfriend will be in for a shock when he gets home.’

‘Walter, Wayne, whatever, I agree,’ Althia added.

‘That makes things very difficult,’ Wendy tried to sound casual. ‘I was told this morning, for the first time, that Walter and Derek, that’s Wayne and Dan, are actually partners, or at least lovers.’

‘This is out of control,’ was Althia’s instant response. ‘Let’s abort.’

‘And get that sergeant out of there pronto, before anything nasty happens,’ was Mary’s opinion.

‘It’s too late,’ Wendy told them. ‘The mission is on for the day he comes off the programme. We can’t put in a replacement and we can’t abort the mission.’

‘Fuck,’ said Mary.

‘Double fuck,’ said Althia.

‘Shit and double shit,’ Wendy concluded.

All they could do was sit back and watch what happened live.

 

[GenderBender]

The moment Mike walked into the gym Dan grabbed him by his shirt and threw him towards the vaulting horse on the far side. Mike stumbled but Dan was behind him, pushing him hard, constantly knocking him off balance. The final shove sent him headlong into the horse. Dan immediately grabbed at his fatigues, pulling them down around his ankles, followed by the cream silk thong.

‘Steady,’ Walter warned, ‘steady, Dan, take it steady.’

But Dan wasn’t listening. He was fumbling with his own belt and was soon standing naked behind Mike, his cock flopping over his balls.

‘Dan,’ Walter’s tone was soothing this time, and his hand was on Dan’s shoulder, ‘there’s no need to rush, we’ve got all morning for this.’

‘You mean I’ve got all morning,’ Dan snapped back, brushing away his colleague’s hand.

‘OK, OK,’ Walter continued to try to placate Dan, ‘you’ve got all morning if that’s the way you want it. Just remember there’s no rush, that’s all I’m saying. Take your time.’

But Dan was in no mood to take his time. he was frantically massaging his cock, which was still only semi-stiff.

‘Come on,’ he was almost shouting at himself, ‘come on, come on.’

He was pushing himself against Mike now, trapping him over the vaulting horse.

‘Take it easy,’ Walter was whispering in Dan’s ear. ‘Don’t do yourself any damage. Just take it steady, like I said.’

But Dan was trying to stuff his semi-rigid cock into Mike’s ass, cursing himself as it merely bent with the effort.

‘Bastard,’ he screamed at Mike, ‘fucking bastard. Look what you’ve done to me.’

He rammed his fingers up Mike’s ass, twisting and turning them, tearing at his flesh with his large ring. Mike howled in pain and protest, rocking from side to side in an attempt to dislodge Dan, who wrapped his arm across Mike’s throat, squeezing tight. It was only when he felt Mike going limp that he relaxed his grip and withdrew his hand to rub frantically as his cock. This time it stiffened sufficiently for Dan to ram it hard up Mike’s ass, his balls banging into the back of his thighs.

With his cock now firmly lodged, he wrapped his arm once more around Mike’s neck and squeezed tighter and tighter. Mike pulled at his arm, trying to free it sufficiently to breathe easily, but with little success. Once more he began to go limp and this increased Dan’s arousal, allowing Dan to pump him vigorously as he slumped over the vaulting horse, shouting curses at him.

At last Wayne, who had been watching with increasing unease, stepped up and hauled Dan away, his cock waving and seeping cum onto the polished floor. He pushed Dan up against the wall bars and pinned him there as his breathing, and his cock, slowly subsided.

‘That’s enough, leave him. Let’s get out of here.’

Dan was still struggling into his clothes as Wayne hustled him away.

 

[CougarGirl]

The women stared at each other in amazement. It was Mary who spoke first.

‘As a doctor, I must protest. The serjeant has probably been injured by that ring and needs an immediate physical examination.’

‘Yes,’ Althia added quickly, ‘and a psychological appraisal as well to see what mental damage has been done. This was supposed to prepare him for what might happen, not to incapacitate him mentally and physically.

‘I do see your points of view,’ Wendy began to formulate what she would later put into her report. ‘Sergeant Petersen will certainly receive the best medical attention and any counselling he may require. But I have to remind you that the mission must go ahead, and it must be led by someone who has been fully prepared for what may happen. Let me remind you,’ she added sternly, ‘of how resilient human beings are, as yesterday’s events at the hotel testify.’

Neither Althia nor Mary missed the point of that remark.

‘Nevertheless,’ Mary was not to be put off, ‘I am sure we can all agree that this programme can be brought to a conclusion. After what has just happened, the final stage is surely redundant now.’

‘No,’ Wendy cut in over Althia’s attempt to agree. ‘I cannot agree to that. The final stage, as you both know and both agreed to, is the most realistic. Nothing that just happened can be equivalent to that.’

The women looked at the monitor to see Mike being supported by paramedics as he was led away for medical assessment.

‘Right,’ Wendy snapped, in no mood for argument, ‘that’s it for today. Back tomorrow at 09.00 sharp to see the final stage unfold.’

She rose and walked out of the room, leaving Mary and Althia staring after her.

An hour later, Wendy knocked on the door of Mary’s hotel room. As it began to open, she pushed hard, sending Mary spinning across the room to land on her bed. Wendy was on her in an instant, sitting astride her with her hands pulling at her hair.

‘Bitch,’ she spat her. ‘I want the recording you made.’

Mary’s laugh was cut short by a hard backhanded slap across her face.

‘Don’t piss me about,’ Wendy continued coldly. ‘You know you recorded what you did to me and I know you did. I want it deleted.’

Mary glared back, a large red patch on her right cheek.

‘Listen, sweetie,’ Wendy’s face was down close to Mary’s, ‘you think you can cause me embarrassment with that recording, you may even ruin my career. But just remember, it can cause you trouble too. You won’t keep your medical licence after what it shows. And,’ Wendy’s spittle splattered Mary’s face, ‘I can do something else. I can rearrange that cute little face in ways that will make you throw up every time you look in the mirror.’

She climbed off Mary and stood menacingly over her. Visibly shaken, Mary slid off the bed and backed away. Wendy followed her, pushing her into the wall and ramming a rock hard fist into her stomach. Mary grunted and looked around frantically for something to defend herself with, but there was nothing within her reach.

Another punch landed on the same spot and sent Mary to the floor in a heap. Wendy grabbed a fistful of hair, pulled her head up and drew her fist back.

‘OK, OK, I’ll delete, just don’t hit me again.’

Wendy hovered over Mary as she showed her where the recording was stored and deleted it permanently from the hard drive.

‘Satisfied now?’ she asked sarcastically.

The answer came in an uppercut to her jaw that knocked her out cold.

Wendy rummaged through Mary’s drawers until she found what she was looking for. When she had finished, she snapped a quick photo and stood back laughing.

A quarter of an hour later, Mary came round to find a long red dildo stuck up her ass.

 

[GenderBender]

There were no nighttime visits and Mike woke to find a note pushed under his door. It told him to report to the gym at 10.45. Good, that meant he took take a leisurely breakfast. But first he had to chose his underwear for the morning. They were changed each day when he was away from his room and each day brought a range of fancier designs in smaller size. He picked the largest, which happened to be a silk thong in bright pink with bows in red over each hip. It fitted snugly so long as he wasn’t aroused.

Neatly tucked into his latest underwear, Mike headed for the mess hall and his breakfast. As he sat down, three guys at a table by the window looked across. As he sipped his coffee, he was aware that they were throwing glances at him and, he was sure, talking about him. As he was ending his meal, they left and he returned to his room, where he lay on his bed reading until it was time to go to the gym.

His route took him passed what appeared to be a empty row of buildings. As he turned the corner he saw ahead of him two of the men who had been watching him at breakfast. As he approached, they moved away from the wall to block his path.

‘What are you doing here?’

The voice came from behind him and he turned to find himself trapped between the three men who had been in the mess hall.

‘Training,’ he told them, ‘and I need to get to the gym for the next session.’

‘Not so fast.’ One of the guys put his hand on Mike’s chest.

Mike knocked it away and tried to move round the two men in front of him, but the man behind pulled him back and all three clustered around him, pushing into the doorway of the building. It was, as it had appeared, empty.

‘We don’t like people interferring around here.’

‘We don’t like strangers.’

‘We’ve got this place organised just the way we like it.’

They were talking at him like a Greek chorus, each comment overlapping the last.

‘Look,’ Mike sensed trouble and wanted to placate these men so that he could go about his business.

‘Look, guys, I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m only here for a few days then I’ll be gone, without interferring in whatever you have organised. So if you don’t mind, I’ll be on my way.’

‘Actually,’ the voice came from behind him, ‘we do mind.’

As Mike swung round to confront him, he was met by a punch to his stomach. His reaction was instant, doubling over and then bringing his head up sharp into the man’s face. He heard a crack and a curse and felt hot blood running onto his head.

‘Bastard, fucking bastard,’ the man gasped. ‘Get hold of him for me.’

Mike was grabbed by his arms from behind as the third man delivered a fast punch into his crotch. The others let go and Mike collapsed to the dusty floor.

‘Strip him and tie him up,’ the man spluttered through the blood pumping from his nose. ‘We need time to get clear of here.’

Mike was too weak to put up much resistance. Although he managed to land some kicks, they didn’t stop the men rolling his onto his chest and pulling at his clothes. It was when he was down to his underwear that they stopped.

‘Well, well, what have we got here? Looks like a nancy boy.’

‘Yea. That’s the captain’s favourite colour.’

‘Seeing him dressed like that is really distracting me, you know that.’

All three men were pulling out their cocks and rubbing them as they circled Mike. The one with the bloodied nose claimed first pickings.

‘Get his skimpies off and make him bend over.’

The others pulled his thong off and dragged up him onto his feet, before pushing his shoulders down.

No sooner was he bent double that a cock was rammed up his ass. No ceremony, no pleasure, not like those delicious visits from Wayne, rock hard cock, sheer power, punishment, revenge, pain. Mike braced himself to endure what was happening to, almost relieved that his experience on the programme had prepared him for this. After several minutes the cock withdrew to be replaced by a smaller model, that hammered him just as viciously until in its turn it was replaced. When it finally withdrew, the guys circled Mike again, wanking hard on their dicks until in unison they exploded, spraying their spunk over his body.

They stowed their equipment away and stood laughing for a while before each delivered him a vicious kick in his balls, leaving him rolling around the floor.

As soon as he was able to stand, Mike grabbed his clothes and hurried back to his room. He dared not appear in his dishevelled state, even if it meant being late. On his door, he found a note.

‘Congratulations on passing the course. Report back to your unit immediately. Good luck.’

There was no name at the bottom.

 

[CougarGirl]

Major Wendy Roberts put the final report into her out tray and sat back in her chair. Yes, the programme has gone well. Not according to plan, necessarily, but that was too much to expect. But it had worked. Sergeant Petersen was now fully indoctrinated to accept whatever treatment might be meted out to him if he was captured on his mission. His captors would be in for a surprise this time. Even that set up rape on his final day had worked well. He hadn’t been prepared, but he took what the guys did to him with dignity. Within 24 hours, he’d be at the forward base receiving his final briefing.

And, thank goodness, she was rid of those two women. That doctor had been trouble from the start, but Wendy had got her own back, no doubt about that. she smiled as she looked at the photo she had taken of the doctor with that red dildo up her ass. And the psychologist was gone too. Wendy had never trusted her, convinced that she was playing games with everyone, and probably reporting back on their psychological make up.

Yes, from now on everything was in the hands of the military. Wendy felt safe and confident in her own environment.

She rose and walked to the door of her office. She opened it and turned aside to turn off the light. Which was when a hand clamped across her mouth, she was pushed into the room, and the door slammed and locked. She twisted to look at her attacker.

‘Sergeant, what are you doing here? You should be leaving for the forward base? Are you going AWOL?’

Mike laughed. ‘No, I’m not going AWOL and I’ll be leaving on schedule, but there’s some unfinished business I need to attend to first.’

He pushed Wendy against her desk, pulling and tugging at her uniform. Despite her resistance, she was soon down to her underwear.

Mike stood back and took in the bright blue satin and lace thong and bra.

‘You never were one for regulation underwear were you, Major?’

Wendy held out her hands to keep Mike at bay, but he brushed them aside and spun her round, pushing her face down onto her desk, sending her files scattering onto the floor.

He fumbled with his clothing and she felt his stiff cock probing between her cheeks, seeking out the puckered hole.

‘No,’ she protested, ‘please, Mike, no, not that.’

But he took no notice. His cock entered her ass in one long thrust, burying itself to the hilt. Slowly and methodically he pumped her, harder and harder, faster and faster, demonstrating his strength and stamina as the Major’s belly was rammed again and again into the hard metal edge of her desk.

It was several minutes before he came with a loud shout of triumph massive shudder. When he finally withdrew, Wendy staggered to her feet and turned to face him.

‘Well,’ he laughed, ‘it looks like you’ve developed a taste for anal.’

Wendy reached over into her desk drawer and pulled out a long black dildo.

‘You and me both, Mike. It’s your turn now. Bend over and take it like a man.’

The Sergeant did as he was told.