Uniformed Men in Distress
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A Distressing Call - 01
🕑 Added 2022-02-10 19:56:38 +0000 UTCThis storyline is being provided by a very good friend based on the images I created. Hope you enjoy! I think he added so much detail to the plot! Thank you!
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The day was warm and without much wind. Looking up, you would have a hard time finding any clouds. On this day, Marine Jason Connors was standing guard with his partner. They were stationed right out front of an electrified, powered gate with barbed wire that ran along the top. To their right was a small guardhouse with a third Marine inside. This single gate was the only way into and out of this critical, secret military compound. It was imperative that it remain secured 24/7. Only the best Marines were chosen for these positions. Their commanders wanted strong, attentive men with sharp eyes to keep things guarded and under control.
From the corner of his eye, Connors saw the guardhouse Marine beckon him over. His boots scraped the gravel as he approached the small guardhouse. At the door, he stood at attention and awaited further orders.
“Connors! I need your help with something” the other Marine said, sounding a bit worried. “I just heard some crazy shit go down on my radio. Our two man patrol unit sounded like they were yelling at someone or something, and now they’re radio silent.”
On the inside Connors was worried, but he kept a stoic face on.
The guardhouse Marine continued. “I know this is technically against protocol, but I’m going to need you to go and check things out. Your partner and I will keep a close watch here on the gate” he said. “The patrol unit was off the main road here and not very far away. It’s the beaten up dirt road with damaged buildings and rubble everywhere. If you are fast, I think you can make it to their position in 20 minutes by foot. What do you say Marine?”
Eager to prove himself to his comrades, Connors responded with an enthusiastic “Yes sir! Let’s get this done!”
Connors double checked all his gear. He was kitted out head to toe with all the essentials. He felt very protected with his boots, gloves, and combat helmet on. However, nothing made him feel more safe and unstoppable than the powerful military assault rifle that he held in his hands.
With all his gear in check, Connors saluted both Marines and set out on foot. The patrol unit wouldn’t be far, and he made haste by jogging nearly the entire way. The faster he got this resolved, the better. They were in their last hour of daylight, and Connors definitely didn’t want to be searching for his fellow Marines after dark. Plus he wasn’t supposed to be away from his post at the gate by any means, and knew what kind of trouble that would bring him if something held him up.
After a few solid minutes of hastily jogging, Connors approached the beginning of the dirt road that jutted off perpendicular to its paved counterpart. He closely eyed his surroundings and gripped his gun tight. He thought to himself that he was sure it was just a radio issue, or that his fellow Marines got spooked by a wild animal. In any case, he was prepared for anything. This is what they trained him for. He was elite. One of the best Marines stationed here. Connors wanted to prove how resourceful and capable he was to his fellow Marines. He would do anything to impress them.
Clutching his gun tight, Connors set on down the dirt road. It was wide with very few trees at its sides. Broken pieces of cement or concrete appeared every so often, but definitely nothing out of the ordinary so far. Connors kept a watchful eye and continued.
The further he walked the more the trees started to disappear, and the more he saw crumbled buildings and rubble around. Connors knew he didn’t have much longer left until the sun disappeared. He picked up the pace; urgently scanning in all directions for his missing comrades.
After some more minutes of walking, Connors stood exposed in the middle of the dirt road. Circling him were large crumbled walls of decrepit buildings and the piles of rubble at their bases. It would be easy for people to hide behind them. He really felt that he had nothing to worry about but was still uneasy regardless. Why had they been gone for so long? What were they screaming at over the radio? These guy were highly trained and very proficient at melee and ranged combat. If these were rogue forces that attacked them, these forces were in a league of their own.
Connors now walked amongst the ruins. There was no sign of tire tracks in the dirt, so he thought that perhaps they had gone off course and were deep within the rubble and derelict buildings somewhere. The minutes ticked by and the sky was starting to grow pink and purple. This was bad. He was alone.
Just as Connors was about to pick up his radio and ask for more help, he spotted something. In the distance, lying on the ground, was a man. He was wearing a Marine uniform, but he was missing his jacket and gear. Connors was quite a number of yards away and, fearful that the Marine wasn’t breathing, dashed to him as quickly as possible to perform CPR. Connors’ eyes darted all around him scanning the ruins and any vantage points that attackers might use.
Connors had nearly closed the distance when he heard someone shout “Now!” In his haste, and before he could even come to a full stop, a wire that was out of sight and razor thin was pulled taut in front of him at ankle height. Two masked men, hidden behind boulders 8 feet apart, held the wire firmly. In one swift motion, Connors’ boots got tripped up by the wire. Gun in hand, he came crashing down hard on his chest. It knocked the wind out of him and his sunglasses right off. He attempted to push himself up until a knee met his back.
He was strongly shoved back down with brute force. On the back of his neck, he felt the cold touch of gun metal. Connors knew he fucked up. He froze in place.
“Stop right there pretty boy! Unless you want to have your head blown off!” the masked man holding the gun to him said.
Connors coughed and gasped, struggling to catch his breath. The knee grinding him into the ground made it challenging. He released his grip on his rifle underneath him. As he coughed more into the dirt, he brought his hands out and held them hovering above the ground by his shoulders.
“That’s it. Nice and easy now” the man said from behind his mask. The gun barrel dug deeper into Connors’ skin.
“Listen here asshole, put your hands behind your back nice and slow like. If you try anything funny, I’ll blow your brains out right here in the dirt!”
There was nothing Connors could do here to save himself. He was utterly fucked. He was less concerned about himself, and worried more about his fellow Marines. Did these fuckers capture them? Did they hurt them? He clenched his jaw in anger and very slowly crossed his wrists behind his back. The icy gun was still right at the base of his skull.
“That’s a good lad!” one of the men said mockingly. The second masked man emerged from behind the rubble to Connors’ left. A skull adorned his mask. In his hands were riot control zip ties. They were heavy duty. The ones the professionals used. Skull mask walked over and also knelt unforgivingly hard on Connors’ back. Each of Connors’ gloved hands were fed through the loops of the zip ties, and then they were zipped up tight. Tighter and more secure than any handcuffs, his captors didn’t stop there. Skull mask gripped Connors’ gloved hands again and fed them through a second pair of the zip ties.
“FUCK!!” Connors thought. “These will be so fucking hard to break out of!”
Skull mask swiftly zipped tight the second pair. Connors’ gloved hands were firmly locked in place. With them double secured, he really didn’t know what he could do to escape them. From there, Connors felt some relief when skull mask got off of him. The relief was short lived though. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched skull mask grab a big pile of black nylon rope from behind the rubble were he had hidden. In his other hand was a large roll of heavy duty silver duct tape. Connors’ eyes grew wide. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” he thought. “Are they going to tie me up!?”
Connors thought about fighting. He knew it wouldn’t be worth it though. If he wanted to have any chance at living and saving his fellow Marines, he had to comply with their demands. He closed his hands into fists out of anger, and stubbornly laid there while skull mask set to work on tying him up. Before the ropes even touched him, skull mask completely disarmed Connors and also cut off his jacket. Left with nothing but his t shirt, pants, gloves, and boots, the first coils of rope started winding their way around him at the hands of skull mask. Skull mask’s partner, whose mask was traditional green and brown camouflage, closely watched and maintained his assault rifle’s position at the back of Connors’ neck. Connors looked at the pile of his gear in front of him while skull mask bound him up. Skull mask first pulled the ropes tight around Connors’ chest. He wrapped twice, looped and cinched each elbow, and finally went over his shoulders to firmly anchor everything in place. When that was done, he looped the excess around his forearms and tightly bound them against his back. Between this rope harness and the double zip ties on his wrists, Connors’ entire upper body was restrained and useless.
Leaving no room for movement or escape, skull mask continued with his skilled rope work. He looped and cinched around Connors’ upper thighs, above his knees, his calves, and finally around his ankles. Skull mask was confident in his skills at tying up this Marine, but he wanted to be extremely thorough. There was no way he would give Connors the chance to slip out of the ropes. His last two additions to his bindings were some ropes around his boots to lock them in place, and a very strict h0gtie in which he connected Connors’ wrists to the rope around his boots. Satisfied, skull and camo mask stood up and admired their new prisoner.
This highly trained and skilled Marine was now completely under their control.
“Now you’re really not fucking going anywhere boy!” camo mask shouted at him, grinning under his mask. “We have one final thing to give you though, don’t think we forgot!”
Connors stayed stoic and silent, refusing to give his captors any satisfaction. His mind wandered and all he could think about were his fellow missing Marines. He tried to look at where the Marine on the ground was but he was tied up way too tight to have any meaningful movement, and his view was obscured by rubble anyhow.
“Get the duct tape. Let’s seal that mouth of his shut!” camo mask ordered. Skull mask was happy to comply.
Connors started to become even more uneasy than before. Something wasn’t right. His captors looked like they were enjoying having him tied up just a little too much. In fact, it almost looked like they were getting hard in their pants.
“What the fuck!” Connors yelled. “You sick fucks better not touch me!”
Connors wiggled in his hogtie but there was nothing he could do. His captors approached him. Both were definitely hard and lightly rubbing their d1cks through their pants.
“Get the fuck away from me!” Connors screamed. He thrashed as best he could.
Both masked men flipped him onto his back. Camo mask grabbed the roll of tape from skull mask and both knelt down next to Connors. From his back pocket, camo mask pulled a white cloth and pressed it against their struggling captive’s mouth. Connors wouldn’t give in though.
“Mmmnno! HMMMPPH!” Connors grunted from behind a tightly closed mouth. He shook his head from side to side trying to get the cloth away.
“Oh come on now! Don’t be like that!” skull mask jeered.
Each masked man gave the other a knowing look, and they knew just what to do. Camo mask pinched Connors’ nose tightly shut and held the cloth firmly over his lips. Skull mask, to Connors’ shock, grabbed Connors’ soft dick through his combat pants.
“MMMMMMMM!” Connors screamed through his closed lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He jerked and struggled, fighting their grips as much as he could. The hogtie was doing its job perfectly though. There was no escaping his captors’ hands. Skull mask continued gr0ping Connors’ dick, and camo mask never let up on the nose pinch. Soon Connors’ lungs were on fire from holding his breath for so long, until finally it became too much to bear. He opened his mouth wide for a breath, but as soon as he did, camo mask shoved the cloth deep inside. It completely filled every corner of Connors’ mouth, and camo mask kept it in place with his hand clamped tight over Connors’ lips.
TO BE CONTINUED......
Comments
Timothy J. Dombrowski
Wow, sweet looking forward to the next story!
whiteypa203
Great!
