Prisoner of War
Prisoner of War
This is story is based off the art Caught by Wolf-of-North. This is my first story posted. Of course give some feedback to perfect my creativity.
*******09:00 Hours October 13 1943 in the small village in Badaroux, France**********
"Hey Joey...do you have a smoke?" Joey reached in his right shirt pocket and gave his last pack to his childhood friend and war buddy Carlos. Both Joey and Carlos, along with the rest of their parachute division, are foxes. Up at 20,000 feet Carlos lit up a fresh cigarette in the plane. Everyone holding their tompson single-action rifles awaiting their destination. "Hey Joey, as soon as we are done killin some krauts, i'm gonna drink a shitload of wine and get me a couple of french bitches. How bout you?" Joey looked up to speak. "I don't know, I think i'll just catch up on the letters from home?"
"Nah...forget that shit. You are gonna get drunk with me and have some fun." Joey just laughed at his friend and looked out the window onto the french scenery. It does look beutiful from up above. Nobody would know of the hell going on the ground.
"ALRIGHT MEN...GET READY!!!!!!!" The lieutenant yelled over the airplane engine. Everyone got up and strapped their harnesses to the beam that will pull the cord to their parachutes. "WHEN YOU LAND, MEET WITH ME!" With that, the hatch opened and a violent wind blew into the plane. "GO!!!!!!!" The Liutenant pushing on the line. One by one the foxes jumped off; the beam holding on to the strappes, unveiling the parachutes in each jump. "HEY JOEY. SEE YOU ON THE GROUND." Carlos making his jump. Joey immediately following. While floating to the ground, Joey thought of home in Massachusetts. His mom, dad, older brother who died in a car crash four years ago, his younger brother serving in the Navy, and his girl that cheated on him during his tour but still misses her. Old memories of him and Carlos always getting drunk in the weekend and working together in Macy's Garage during the week. Five minutes later, he landed on a farm. It was a rough landing, he forgot to roll this time and nearly broke his leg on the fall. Joey was rubbing his legs absorbing the pain. All of a sudden he was surrounded with five Nazi canine solders, three of them German Shepards and two German Collies. All of them were pointing there Gewehr rifles at him. Joey was slowly reaching for his Colt .45 till one of the Shepards said something German. Another Shepard approached Joey and rifle butted his cheek.
Joey woke up to the sound of Germans having conversation through the walls. He was slumped over a bail of hay. He tried to get up but realized that his wrists were tied so low to the wall that he can only get up to where he can only bend. He then found himself not only bound to the wall, but completely naked. Everything was showing down below from the scar on his right thigh from a knife fight one wild St. Patrick's Day to his well sized testicles for a fox. He saw a window right in front of him revealing that he in a one story building with three Nazis sentries patroling the outside. The window was tiny but any adult can still gaze onto the naked bound fox. The German conversation was still going on until a loud thud interrupted the voices. Then another thud and then another. The thud motion sounded like footsteps. It was rockin the dust on the ceiling onto Joey, whatever it was it was huge. Then the door behind Joey opened, the big footsteps entering the room. "Ahh the little foxy is awake." Joey turned around to see a peached colored Clydesdale with white hair. He was a stagoring eight feet tall with nothing on but thin leather wraping around his buff chest, completely new looking to the young American fox. The horse was holding on to Joey's clothing and belongings in one big hand. The Clydesdale let Joey's stuff drop to the floor except for a pair of military issued underpants. "Your name is Joseph A. Caputo right, but your underwear says Joey on the strap. Tell me what you like to be called?"
"My friends call be Joey," in a confused voice as the horse put the underwear up to his nose, giving it a long savory sniff.
"Ahh, I do love the smell of other peoples underwear, it is what the Germans call a fetish, but I got another fetish. It is why I got on this garment. Not many other countries know about the wonder of bondage. The feel of domination or being subdued and abused. I like to dominate little foxy. Which is why i got this." The horse reveiled on his other hand a leash and horse whip and Joey's dog leash.The Clydesdale put Joey's dog tag over Joey's neck and then put the leash on him. "This will know how hard I am whipping and the leash will teach you to be obediant."
"What do you want?" said Joey in a confused and fearful voice. "I am to whip you until you tell me what I want to know, then I want have my way with you!" Said the horse in a dominate psychotic manner. Joey started to struggle hopping the wrist bonds will snap. *WHACK* The swat to his butt caused Joey to scream in pain. The horse looked sinfully, "Behave, and you will enjoy the experience. Struggle and you will suffer." *WHACK* Another swat then a pull on the leash. "Where is your squadron?"
"I don't know" the fox tearing from the swats, "we got separated at the jump." *WHACK*
"What are you doing here?"
The pain overcoming the fox as he talks "We are here......to free the ahhhhh villaaaaaaage." *WHACK*
"Do you enjoy the whipping?" The fox didn't answer. The pain absorbing his thoughts. *WHACK* The horse pulled violently to get the foxes attention.
"Tell me that you enjoy the experience. If you don't, I will continue to whip till you enjoy it."
Fearing more pain from the tall muscular horse, he gave in. "Yes I feel so good when you whip me. Please." Joey started weaping on the hay stack. The horse pulled on the leash one more.
"Turn and face me." The fox complied and was looking at the Clydesdale with an astounding ten inch penis staring at him. It must of been as thick as Joey's arm. "Now it is time for more fun. This will most likely hurt." Joey started to shiver and hesitate at the sight before him.
The Clydesdale started to fondle in front of Joey "Oh yeah, this will definetly hurt you. Have you experienced male sex before?"
"N..n.n.no im not gay!"
"Neither am I. I do like both sex from males and females. Since you never had male sex I will give you something to make it more enjoyable." The Clydesdale went up to Joey and stuffed a ball gag in the fox's muzzle. The fox began to struggle again and tried to talk. *WHACK* The fox cried from the pain and breathed in and out hard. The fox gazed out the window and saw a Nazi Collie staring in. Joey couldn't see it but something made him think that the Collie was wacking off to what was going on. The Clydesdale approached Joey's tailhole and began rubbing lubricant. The fox turned his head to look. "Do not worry little foxy. This will make the feeling a little less painful." The fox began to cry again but soon stopped when he felt the horse lift his tail high and knock on his backdoor. "Oh yeah, I have never took an American virginity before. I'll try to be careful." The horse took a little moment to rub on the tip of his throbbing member on the fox's hole, around the cheeks, and on the fox's exposed testicles. He did a little humping, sliding his rod against Joey's testicles. Joey can tell how thick it felt against his scrot and how big it was when he felt the tip touch just below his navel. A little pre dripped off the horse cock, sounding like little rain drops hitting the wood floor.
The horse began inserting his thick rod into the tight virgin fox ass. Joey was screaming and crying under his gag, but it didn't stop the horse's unwanted insertion. The horse went in slow to not hurt the American fox too bad, but still made Joey's hole bleed. It felt like eternity to the fox, biting down on the gag till finally the fox felt the horse's testies slap against his. "That wasn't too bad now was it foxy." Pulling out was just as painful as the hole tried to regain its form, but was stretched once again. It was easier now for the horse to get the motion going. The horse was fucking Joey slowly to enjoy every moment. Joey never felt so much pain in his life, his hole being stratched to new limits. It would feel like he could fit softballs in there now. It was a feeling of great pain, but at the same time the fox felt aroused at the feeling of the Clydesdale cock in and out. The horse was quickening the motion and lifting the fox's hips to stand up strait. The fox could feel himself being lifted off the ground. His own cock was unsheathing from the feeling of being lifted up and fucked beyond his control. He was orgasming in his gag. The Clydesdale slowed his pace when he reached his climax. He yelled as he gave one last hump and shot a huge load into Joey. Hot horse cum quickley filled up the fox's ass and immediately found its way gushing out around the horse cock. The horse let out his cock slowly, still shooting cum loads into the fox's gaping hole. The feeling of cum inside him made Joey yell in his gag and shoot his own cum on the hay bail.
Joey fell to his knees exausted but still bound to the wall. The Clydesdale was breathing heavily and said "Now wasn't that fun foxy." The fox having his head down ignoring the German horse. The horse left the room, leaving Joey to stay bound to the wall. Joey felt a puddle of cum and blood under him from his extremely gaping tailhole. He felt so dirty afterward, used and abused in a manner that not even a full body bath can cleanse him. He can hear the German talk again, then jeep starting up and driving away. He fell asleep long after it appeared that anyone wasn't coming for him.
*BANG* Joey suddenly woke up to the sound of a wooden door busted open. "Clear the house, don't want to be too careful." Then the door to his room was kicked open. Joey turned around to see two soldiers entering the room.
"Lieutenant there is a possible prisoner in here...or a real freaky person." Joey tried to yell, but still getting Carlos' attention. "Joey? I thought you died during the landing. We were looking for you for three hours before heading on to the village." Carlos removed the ball gag.
"Carlos can you cut the straps?"
"Sure man" Carlos cutting the straps with his field knife "What is that smell?" Carlos looked down and saw he stepped in the cum and blood puddle.
"I was brutally raped for information. I don't want to talk about it." The lieutenant walked in.
"Glad you are alive Joey. Do you want medical attention?"
"Sure lieutenant." The medic came in and checked him out. He walked over to the lieutenant.
"He has major rectal trauma. I would suggest returning him to base for some R&R." The lieutenant complied and spoke to Joey.
"Alright. Joey, congratulations you're heading back." Joey looked up at him with determined eyes.
"No sir. I want to move on and kill the German bastard that raped me." "As you wish Joey, suit up and get ready."
Joey, fully clothed, was loading his Thompson and Colt .45 when Carlos entered in. "So how was it?"
Joey looked up "How was what?"
"When you got your cherry popped you faggot? HA HA" Joey took his rifle and butted Carlo's knee. Carlos dropped to the floor in pain but still laughing.
"Shut up Carlos and give me my smokes back!" Joey lit up a fresh cigarette to calm down. "Get up man we got to go!" Carlos got up and limped out the door. Joey took one last look in the room and saw the ball gag on the hay bail. Joey took out his .45 and shot on bullet to the gag, exploded, and then walked out. Both of them hopped onto the miltary truck and rode off to their next mission. Joey still thinking about killing that Nazi Clydesdale.