("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- In and Behind the Front Lines by Steve in Hotlanta-1994 (address withheld) *** A story about military interrogation, centering on testicular torture. (MM, v, military, cast) *** Lt. Mike was the top dog Marine in charge of G2, counter intelligence. His job was to extract information from the enemy prisoners. His methods were slightly unorthodox, but they did work. There was much activity at the front that night and 3 soldiers were captured. After they had been man handled and dragged to the stockade, Lt Mike prepared his private interrogation room. A small room with double walls, to muffle the sounds that would otherwise issue from within. The prisoners were lined up in the duty room, and stripped naked by two big tough sergeants. They literally ripped the clothes off of their backs, shredding the fabric into a million bits of cloth. The prisoners were led into the room, one by one, and secured to the walls with heavy leather restraints, arms and legs spread wide. After the three were bound, Mike slowly swaggered into the room and shut the inner door, the two sergeants, shut the outer one. "Alright, you scum bags! Who wants to save us all a little time and answer my questions?" Mike ordered. The three prisoners remained silent. Mike loosened his shirt and slowly removed it exposing a massive chest and broad shoulders. He rubbed his right hand over his mountainous left pec and firmly squeezed his hard nipple and kneaded his pecs. "OK. If that's the way you want it, then that's the way you'll get it!" He moved to his left and swung his ham sized right fist in a wide arc and drove is bare knuckles deep into the first prisoner's untensed belly. His fist nearly drove through the man's gut, and his knuckles almost hit his backbone. The prisoner retched and slumped in his restraints, the wind driven from his lungs. Mike moved to the next man, a bigger man than the first, with a large pair of low hanging nuts, kind of like a small bull. Mike cupped his hand and brought it up hard underneath the man's swinging sac. His finger tips penetrated deep into the man's balls, before Mike clamped his hand shut and split his sac with his thumb. When he had the balls locked securely in his fist, he began to squeeze and twist the man's jewels, slowly grinding and grating his rocks against each other and against his thumb. The man cried out in agony as Mike crushed his balls with his bare fist. Then Mike shoved a used jock strap into the man's gaping mouth, shutting off the offending noise. With one vicious yank Mike released his grip and moved to the third man. He had been in the unique position of watching what had happened so far to his two friends. Mike brought his hand up between the man's legs and started to slap his loose hanging balls, then he reached down and picked up a ball press from his bag of goodies. Carefully he fitted the heavy chrome plated steel clamp around the man's balls. When he had them in position, he tightened the clamp and started to put the screws to his victim's nuts, he tightened the press until his man was sweating profusely, then he tightened it one-half more twist. Mike had already gagged number three so that he couldn't scream out. Mike returned to number one. He slapped his face hard several times to arouse him. The man looked Mike square in the eyes and then spit in his face. Mike jerked his knee up hard and nailed the prisoner's nuts, dead center. The prisoner's scream was cut short as Mike drove his open hand into his throat and cut off the agonized scream. Mike had powerful legs and often used them to great advantage during hand to hand combat. He liked to kick his victim between the legs and use the toe or heel of his boots to crush and pulverize his sex life. Again Mike lifted his knee between the helpless man's spread legs and nailed his nuts, four, five, six rapid fire knee lifts and all bull's eyes, right dead center. Number 1 couldn't handle the nut busting pain and passed out again. Mike was going to play rough with him and work his large balls over a little bit at a time, slowly destroying him. Mike liked slow castration scenes where his victim was made to suffer for protracted periods of time. Number 2 was still breathing heavily from his earlier finger jab and nut claw as Mike turned to face him again. There was fear in the man's eyes as Mike's stare penetrated his brain, fear for his balls. He knew that Mike wouldn't stop until he had destroyed all three of them, maybe if he give Mike the information that he wanted they would be freed? The man motioned that he was willing to talk. Mike removed the gag and the man spoke rapidly, spilling his guts about the plans of his superiors. Mike reached out and fondled the man's heavy testicles, then he carefully slipped his garrote around the man's balls. Mike listened intently and watched every movement of the man's face an eyes. He wasn't quite sure that the man was telling the truth, some of the facts didn't fit together. When the man had finished, Mike jerked his hands apart and the thin wire cleanly sliced through the man's sac and his balls dropped to the floor with a splat. The prisoner screamed, but only for an instant. Mike drove a spear hand into his throat and destroyed his larynx. Number 3 was too horrified to speak when Mike asked him if the information was correct. Mike grabbed the ball press and yanked down hard, pulling the man's trapped balls rapidly towards his ankles. Mike released his grip and the man's stretched scrotum quickly shrunk, snapping his balls into his crotch. Mike bent down and picked up a 5# weight and attached it to the ball press, now the prisoner's balls were not only being slowly crushed, but stretched as well. Mike twisted the screw 1/2 turn and the man's balls were forced out between the bars of the press. Then he attached another 5# weight. The man's eyes grew larger and larger as his balls were being stretched towards his knees. Again Mike turned to face number 1. His balls were starting to turn black and blue from Mike's punishment. Mike started to jerk his knee again and the prisoner cringed in anticipation of the impact, but Mike didn't knee his balls this time. The man had a look of relief on his face until Mike brought his hard bare fist up into his sac and ground his gonads into his groin, twisting and grating his knuckles. Mike clamped his hand over the man's mouth and punched him again, and again, each time a little harder, each time flattening his balls a little more. Mike stuffed another used jock into his mouth and turned to face number 3. When he had his back to number 1, he snapped the heel of his boot straight up into his tenderized balls. Number 1 passed out again. Mike added 15 more pounds to hang between number three's legs, and again he tighten the screw, forcing the bars even closer together. Number 3 was in even greater agony when Mike reached down and slapped his trapped nuts. Mike flicked his fingers against the taught flesh and number 3 twisted in absolute agony. Another 1/2 twist and Mike returned to Number 1. Mike was beginning to tire and decided to speed things up. Number 1 was still unconscious as Mike again drove his open hand into the bruised and battered mass of flesh between the doomed man's legs. The man awoke very quickly and Mike wasted no time. He was going to crush his balls, and castrate number 1 with his bare hands, and he was strong enough to do it. He seized the sac with his left fist and forced the twin orbs to the bottom of the sac. Then with his right fist pistoning back and forth, he repeatedly punched and ground his knuckles into the prisoner's nuts. The knuckles of his right hand crushed and ground the trapped balls between his fists. Number 1 knew that his time was limited and that his precious balls were doomed. Without warning Mike stopped punching the man's bag, and turned to number 3. Another 15 pounds was attached to the ball press and the total was 40 pounds, combined with a full turn of the screw and number also knew that salvation was hopeless. Mike patted his nuts, and slapped them between his open palms, batting them back and forth, while number 3 could only wince in agony. Mike pivoted and swung a vicious upper cut between number one's legs, bingo, right on target. Number one passed out for a third time. But Mike wasn't going to let him rest or his aching balls recover. Mike grabbed his hips and jammed his knee between his legs. Four, five, six powerful knee lifts to the balls, number 1 was rapidly approaching destruction. Mike again grabbed his balls with his left fist and began punching them with his right. Number one's balls were swelling from all the abuse that had received so far, and glowing bright red as the punishment continued unabated. Mike pressed down with his left fist, drew his right fist back and then sent it on its way. With one tremendous impact, Mike's two fists met, and number one's balls were pulverized beyond repair. Mike grabbed and groped the pulverized scrotum and felt the soft mushy remains of the man's once proud balls. He had totally destroyed number one's manhood and sex life. He took great delight as he continued to maul and mangle the man's busted balls. Number three knew that his demise wasn't far behind as Mike turned to face him for the last time. Mike lifted the weights between his legs and then dropped them. The prisoner's scrotum stretched like a rubber band and took his trapped nuts with it. Then it tried to spring back, but the weight was to great and he could feel them being stretched and crushed. Mike tightened the screw another turn and the steel rods dug deeper into the man's balls, it wasn't going to take to many turns to complete the job. Mike twisted the screw again. The man's balls were squishing out from between the rods as they were being crushed. Mike tightened the screw again, and suddenly it went slack. The man's left nut had exploded inside his sac. Mike smiled as he tightened the screw some more and then felt the right nut as it was crushed. Mike quickly tightened the screw all the way until the steel rods were only separated by the remains of the man's scrotum. Mike pulled out his combat knife, and with one quick swipe, severed the man's sac. The 40 pounds of weights plus the ball press hit the floor with a crash. When the Captain asked what happened to the prisoners Mike replied, "Sir, they tried to over power me and I had to defend myself. I successfully over came their attacks, and they are in the hospital recovering now. It may be some time before they will be able to talk, unfortunately." Mike knew deep inside that they would never talk, he had seen to that. 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