with United States Marine Bull Dog
and his United States Marine Corps
Musclemen of Semper Fi
USMC Prime Beefcakes
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 ...The young thick muscled hunk was given strict instructions to take care of his parent's ten acre country estate while they were away on a month long cruise in the Caribbean. Ex-Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt was also given stern instructions to obey without question any request or orders made by his parents' six adopted Vietnamese teenage boys -- all within six months of each other -- eighteen and nineteen -- but since they're smaller than most Americans, they look younger -- and because they've been spoiled rotten by their adoptive parents who love them more than their own flesh-and-blood son, especially now that he's been kicked out of the United States Marine Corps for being a faggot, they act younger too -- like Beavis and Butthead -- to the third power!It doesn't take the sadistic Vietnamese late teeners long to take advantage of the situation once their American parents have left on their luxury yacht vacation cruise.

To begin their sadistic acts of slavery on their big muscular American ex-Marine faggot brother, they ordered him to strip naked out of his torn jungle camouflaged fatigues and mud crusted combat boots.

The twenty-one year old, six foot plus, two hundred plus pound Marine disciplined bodybuilder was force led to the Schmidt's well equipped weight room and commanded to perform a variety of heavy weight lifting routines.

The well trained ex-Marine that he was, Matt obediently carried out the orders from his six tittering, girlishly small and petite adopted Vietnamese brothers who were openly discussing with each other the speculation that Matt's prime beefy iron pumped muscular Caucasian body could bring them over ten thousand dollars if they sold him to the oriental black market, run by the ruthless Japanese mafia.

Matt started to fantasize being chained naked and sold into slavery where he would be tortured by sadistic oriental masters. He imagined his adopted brothers were his owners and he had no choice but to do what he was ordered.

One of the weight lifting exercises Matt was made to perform was leg squats. His six Vietnamese masters viewed their prize Marine bulldog, while the heaviest of the Vietnamese boys sat on Matt's broad muscular shoulders as he performed his leg exercise -- lifting a three hundred plus pound bar bell -- plus the weight of his adopted brother/owner.

After his exercises Matt was fed dog food and watered and then ordered to get into a steel-wire dog cage left over from when the Schmidts had a particularly hard to handle Rottweiler they had to keep caged when the family wasn't with it.

The cage was so tight Matt could barely squeeze in and there was no room for him to sit or lie. He had to wrap himself into a fútal ball, rolling his shoulders forward, wrapping his arms around his knees, cradling his chin on his knees. His meaty butt pressed between the chrome-steel wires, puffing like the crown of fresh-baked bread.

During the knight, Matt cried to himself, he hurt so much -- his muscles all achy, his skin tingly numb, and his mind going over and over and over his summary court martial dishonorably dismissing him from the United States Marines.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Matt had to go -- bad. He couldn't hold it back. First he pissed, feeling relief then disgust as the cupped piss-plate kept it under him -- his pushed-through meaty butt-flesh washed in the warm piss. The smell hit him and made him sick to his stomach, making it hard to breathe -- the acrid stench stabbing his lungs with thousands of icy hot needles.

To make things worse, the beefy ex-Marine had to poop too. He held it as long as he could -- he didn't want to have to sit in it -- the piss was bad enough. But soon he couldn't hold it back any more and it just burbled out.

The turds felt ooshy-gooshy and Matt twisted around, trying to move his butt away a little, but his meaty ass-cheeks were wedged tight in the cross-hatched chrome-steel wires. All the hard-muscled faggot-Marine could do was smear his shit all over his butt and balls.

Matt cried and cried and finally cried himself to a fitful sleep.

Early the next day, before sunrise, still naked, his butt and thighs so numb he could barely wriggle them, Matt had to be helped out of the steel-wire dog cage. His petite adopted Vietnamese brothers were none too careful, scraping his back and sides, shoulders and thighs against the wire-edges as they grabbed his hands and pulled him through the small opening, laughing at his shit-smeared butt and balls, kicking him in his kidneys as he wriggled and twisted like a fat, juicy worm on the floor till he had worked the blood back into his meaty thighs and glutes and was able to get up onto his knees then struggle to his feet, the indentations from hours and hours of sitting on wire-mesh still carved deep into his fleshy skin.

When he could stand without teetering, the hunky blond Caucasian slave to his effiminite adopted Vietnamese brothers was allowed to drink his fill of water from a watering hose -- non-treated, foul smelling sulphur water, but still wet water. Matt gulped and gulped till his belly felt like it was going to burst and then gulped more -- till he couldn't force himself to swallow another gulp.

Then he was led, wearing only his dog tags and Marine emblem jock strap and the shit from last night, into the yard and ordered to cut the grass on the ten acre estate with only an old, balky, dull-bladed push mower.

Like the disciplined Marine he was, Matt pushed the mower and set his mind to his task. He almost didn't even notice the sun getting high in the sky and the hot burn on his wide, flared back and thick, fleshy nates. He tried to ignore the occasional car passing, horn tooting, often with teens leaning out the windows hooting, making faces, laughing.

As the day went on, the beefy ex-Marine tried to ignore his hunger and thirst as they became more and more demanding till all he could think about was drinking a two liter Coke in one chug and scarfing down a two inch T-bone steak without chewing -- like a dog.

In the afternoon, the brothers set up a garden tent and watched the beefy ex-Marine sweat and toil, his glistening skin stretched tight over his bulging muscles -- enjoying the beauty of a sleek male animal as it labored hard, muscles straining an bulging, striating and cutting as the draft animal strained hard at his labors.

They sipped iced tea and made tittering purile jokes about their Caucasian muscle slave brother, taunting him by fanning themselves and talking about how refreshing their iced tea was.

Late in the afternoon they took turns riding on the muscle-hunk's lobster-red sunburned back, wrapping their legs round his waist and their arms around his neck, squeezing tight to choke him as he toiled, enjoying his choking -- the supremely erotic sensation of his Adam's apple fighting hard to rise up as he choked down a swallow -- the even more erotic sensation of his hard-work pumped, sun-burned hot body-builder muscles hardening like rocks then softening -- just a bit -- to hard-apple hardness, sliding up and down inside his taut drawn skin.

As the sun went down, Matt had managed to cut only an acre or so of the ten acre plot. His adopted, effeminate Vietnamese brothers chastised him severely -- disparaging him in both English and Vietnamese -- words the slave-boy ex-Marine had learned over the years from his cliquish would-be brothers.

The brothers each took turns sitting down on a ladder back chair and making their twice as heavy, hard muscled beef-on-the-hoof Caucasian brother bend over their knees, holding up his weight on his hands an knees as the brothers in turn spanked his already lobster-red sun-burned butt till their hands burned and the muscle-boy faggot-Marine-wanna-be squirmed and whimpered, doing all he could not to yell or scream, obeying his parents' strict orders like the fight-trained Marine he tried to be.

When they had tired themselves out they watered and fed their beast of burden, letting him eat all the dog food he could gulp down and drink all the water he could guzzle till his hard-rippled abdominals were distended like a nine-months pregnant woman's belly.

Matt believed he would now be taken back to the chrome-steel wire dog cage and be forced back in again. He dreaded the idea of squeezing his sun-burned back and butt against the unyielding wire, squeezed in there all night -- alone there with his thoughts. He begged his brothers to let him piss and dump before he got in his cage, but they just laughed at him, calling him a piss-pig that deserved to wallow in his own piss and shit.

But his brothers had different ideas about putting him to bed yet -- he hadn't worked enough -- just thirteen straight hours with no rest, no breaks, in the hot, burning sun. Now he would spend half the night cleaning out the blue Grecian ceramic tiled Olympic size swimming pool.

At least the sun was down -- but that just made his skin feel more like it was on fire. And with now each bump it burned like someone was holding a lighter to it -- no matter how slight -- even just touching himself made his skin catch fire.

But that didn't matter -- he had a job to do for his eighteen and nineteen year old diminutive, effeminate, jibbering Vietnamese brothers///////// masters. Matt almost half enjoyed being a slave -- like it was more military discipline -- only more intense -- training him to be a good slave for when they really sold him to the Japanese Mafia as a torture boy-toy for powerful Asian business magnates -- doing his part in the grand scheme of things, helping relieve the tensions of these multinational business magnates so they could take over more businesses and run the world from Tokyo and Beijing.

As the thick muscled, broad shouldered, narrow waist washboard bellied, faggot Marine wanna-be finished bleaching off the last of the mildew and algś, barely able to move he was so tired and achy from the two days' hard labor in just one day without break, Matt looked forward to climbing back into his dog cage no matter how tight it was, no matter how much it bit his flesh, no matter how much his sunburned skin would cry -- he would fall asleep and sleep the sleep of death -- recuperating for another sun-up to sun-down pushing the dull push-mower back and forth over the same grass till it was chopped smooth -- like going over the same beard stubble over and over till the dull razor blade finally cuts through.

But the diminutive, effeminate, tittering Vietnamese adopted brothers had other ideas -- they ordered him to do five hundred jumping jacks, laughing and taunting at his sausage cock and lemon size balls slap from thighs to belly to thighs to belly. Near exhausted, Matt obeyed, shouting out the numbers,

"One!
"Two!
"Three!"
After a hundred and three jumping jacks, his tittering adopted brothers told him he was counting wrong -- he had to say "Sir!" with each number. They ordered him to shout the numbers -- and start from the beginning.

Panting, the pumped-muscle faggot complied, starting the jacks from the beginning, shouting,

"One, Sir!
"Two, Sir!
"Three, Sir!"
The diminutive, effeminate brothers laughed and taunted as Matt's bouncing balls stretched their sack till they hung a good six inches lower after the panting beefy ex-Marine finished his six hundred third jumping jack, swaying and weak kneed, panting hard, his sun-burned lobster red skin glowing in the bright white quartz pool-apron lighting.

As the muscular athletic ex-Marine gasped hard, trying to catch his breath, his pulse pounding heavily, trying to crush his skull -- veins in his temple and throat and cock distended and squirming like worms just below the skin.

The diminutive brothers laughed and taunted the hard sweating hunk of hard pumped meat. As Matt steadied, the brothers turned the hose on him and his skin tightened, his quickly balls drawing close and tight, his cock shrinking, his nipples tightening into hard currents.

The Vietnamese who seemed to be most in charge ordered his shivering hard bodied faggot brother to dive into the pool and do a hundred laps in the Olympic size swimming pool he had just finished scrubbing down -- one hundred laps, over three miles.

As the brothers called out, Matt obediently changef from free style to breast stroke to back stroke to side stroke back to free style and so on. The exhausted achy-muscled slave stud nearly floundered in the last few laps, swallowing water but somehow able to draw from deep inside himself to do those last few laps and drag himself out of the pool, sprawling on the hard-pebbly non-skid pool apron, turning onto his sun-burned back and laying one arm across his eyes, flaring his foot wide, six inch thick under-arm lateral muscle, cream white in stark contrast to the lobster red of his sunburned chest and arms.

The six diminutive, deviant Vietnamese eighteeners and nineteenrs without any warning attack the exhausted bodybuilder ex-military hunk whose sopping two hundred plus pound boiled-alive lobster red and cream white body lay sprawled and panting next to the cool refreshing crystal blue water. The six Vietnamese boys quickly handcuffed their big ex-Marine faggot brother's left hand and rolled him over and snapped the other cuff behind his back on his right wrist, then rolled him back over onto his handcuffed arms, his waist and butt lifted up, his lemon sized balls and sausage cock shoved up so invitingly to their perverted ministrations.

As the adopted Vietnamese pervert brothers slapped and tugged, licked and kissed, sucked and tickled the young muscular ex-Marine's thick meaty cock and squirmy lemon sized balls, his boy-sausage was soon a thick and trobbing twelve inch long, seven inch around tube steak with the stretched skin of his foreskin bright pink and shiny in contrast to the deeper hued tan-brown skin on the rest of the shaft, dripping pearlescent pre-cum, aquiver with the throb of his hard beating ex-Marine heart.

The youngest of the Vietnamese boys, six months from his nineteenth birthday, grabbed his bound stud Caucasian brother's erect tube-steak horse-cock and began jacking it viciously until the thoroughly exhausted ex-Marine faggot shot several lengths of ropy white cum into the eighteener's open eager mouth as he aimed it carefully so as to not miss a drop of the nutritious, delicious boy-milt.

To further humiliate the once proud he-man, hard muscled beefy Marine, the oldest of the Vietnamese boys inserted his stiff cock complete with sheathe to make it nine inches long and seven inches around -- nearly as large as his adopted Caucasian brother's horse cock -- roughly penetrating the ex-Marines beefy ass, fucking the young military stud violently till he shoots his oriental cum inside the tight bodybuilder's ass-hole.

Meanwhile, the other four Vietnamese boys are torturing the muscular ex-Marine hunk -- two biting each of his quarter-sized succulent coral nipples surrounded by a thatch of sun bleached near-white hair criss-crossing his lobster-red sun-burned chest like cracks in fine hand blown crinkle glass.

All the while the other two sadistically pull and squeeze, mash and grind the captive grunts large heavy lemon sized balls, whipping his muscular buttocks with thin bamboo canes and viciously punching the helplessly bound ex-Marine stud's handsome butch face till both hazel-blue eyes are swollen closed and both his nostrils and lips are dripping thick red American Caucasian blood.

The six Vietnamese boys had prepared for this session by dressing up in black Viet Cong pajamas with black leather sandals and oriental shallow-cone straw hats. Despite being on the last flight out of Saigon with hundreds of other children, they had always resented the American involvement in Vietnam and had had nothing but contempt for their adoptive parents and their hard muscled fag-boy Marine wanna be.

Even now they are not finished playing for the night -- the white muscleboy has more torment to endure before he is allowed any sleep. The petite, effeminate, simpering slant-eyed eighteeners and nineteeners take their torture-exhausted, naked muscle-bound Caucasian sun-bleached blond Marine prisoner to the basement of the mansion where the weight room is located and tie the tortured and abused grunt bodybuilder's wrists and hanging him from hooks in the ceiling designed to support three hundred pound punching bags -- more than adequate to hold this living carcass no matter how much it struggled. They then tied his ankles to the anchors in the floor and drew them tight so the hard bodied muscle-stud could barely twist even if he had the strength, which he no longer had because of his exhaustion.

The sadistic Viet Cong eighteeners and nineteeners then begin to inflict the most extreme painful oriental torture and interrogation techniques they know of on the naked bound muscular ex-Marine by first snapping on a set of metal alligator tit clamps on the stud's succulent, protruding fleshy coral nipples, almost lost on his lobster-red chest under the crackle of white fur thatching his chest, then hanging a heavy ten kilo (22 pound) iron weight to the hunk's leather bound stretched lemon-sized balls, forcing a thick bamboo pole up their stud-muffin brother's beefy ass-hole.

All six of the Vietnamese boys then took turns whipping the stretched side of human beef with bamboo rods the massive iron pumped body targeting the beet-red sun-burned beefy buttocks with a bright white vertical line in the cleavage the thick meaty glutes had hidden from the sun as they swelled as the muscle boy strained at his overwhelming labors.

The petite effeminate adopted Vietnamese brothers put on thick work gloves to handle ears of hair-thorned cactus, slapping the hard muscled beef-boy faggot ex-Marine's sun-burn sensitized lobster red skin with the prickly plant flesh, rubbing the hair-fine thorns into the muscle-boy's tender hide, tittering like little girls as he squirmed mightily, his two-fist thick bicepses balling into baseballs, his wash-board abdominals grooving inch deep, his half-melon pecs striating deeply, his watermelon glutes dimpling, his ham-thighs fluttering as he desperately jerked at the tight bonds, unable to jerk his wrists or ankles free.

One of the small, monkey-chittering effeminate Caucasian hating Vietnamese malchicks ran upstairs to the kitchen and came back with tabasco sauce which the six then proceeded to rub into the already sun-burned, finely cactus-prickled skin as the faggot ex-Marine's hard-rock muscles twisted and strained under the burner-hot skin as he bellered like a nutted bull.

After a few hours of this intense oriental torture the strong athletic muscular grunt had somehow managed to shoot several ample loads of thick milky boy-milt for the sadistic Vietnamese teen mafia don wanna bees.

The tortures and exhaustion have snapped the muscle-boy faggot's resistence and he is now becoming not just accustomed to the pain and abuse but becoming sexually aroused by it all. And finally Marine Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt utters his first real words since his adopted brothers enslaved him. He taunts his tormenters in a sexually excited voice,

"Ooohhh yeaaahhh fuckin' torture my big iron pumped muscular body you pussy-boy poof-gooks! Yeaaahhh I'm a fuckin' bad ass faggot Marine, you fuckin' commie pigs.
Xxxx"Fuckin' torture me to death as your prisoner of war -- beat and whip my fuckin' iron pumped grunt muscles hard you fuckin' slant eyed monkeys. Come on fuckin' torture and beat off my fat meaty cock and torture my large cum filled stud balls you fuckin' sadistic gooks.
Xxxx""Do your worst to fuckin' torture my iron pumped muscled body even more you fuckin' druggies. I can take any sadistic torture you fuckin' Viet Cong can inflict on my big hard muscular body."
The six sadistic Vietnamese teenagers enthusiastically continue their abusive interrogation session on their muscular naked ex-Marine brother-slave, inflicting even more painful bloody torture on the hanging defiant Caucasian bodybuilder grunt till the first light of dawn. After hours of intense oriental torture and countless loads of cum, Marine Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt continues to encourage his sadistic oriental torturers to intensify the abusive S&M interrogation,
"Kill me you communist poof-gooks! Chop off my ass-splitting he-man horse cock and lemon-sized baby-making balls you slant eyed monkey-jibbering degenerates! Slice open my guts and cut out my heart you fuckin' oriental girlie-boy bastards! Hack off my arms and legs you fuckin' Viet Cong donkey ass-holes!
Xxxx"Gouge out my tear-filled baby-blues and cut out my cursing tongue you fuckin' sadist slut-boys! Impale my fuckin' big beefy body with that man-fuckin' thick bamboo pole and roast my super-human muscular iron pumped American Caucasian Marine Corp body just like a gutted steer at a Texas cook-out. Eat my USDA prime white-boy beefy muscular meaty body you fuckin' cannibalistic faggot wanna bee mama-fuckers!"
The six diminutive Vietnamese poof-boy late teeners release and force their tough, defiant, struggling ex-Marine adopted brother, who has managed to rally strength enough to pump his proud hard-rock body, is defiantly flexing his still bleeding and sweat drenched muscle bound leatherneck body with his young grunt sexually excited twelve inch cum dripping sausage throbbing back and forth like a metronome beating time, dragging the over two hundred plus pound naked soldier to a pair of evil looking meat hooks.

The exhausted but struggling ex-Marine's defiant but terrified face looks into the red-blinking video camera as he realizes his torture session has been videotaped for their repeated enjoyment and possible their adopted parents' as well.

Truth be told, segments of this video will later be sold and used by a well known film production company in Hollywood producing a documentary S&M military film on oriental tortures and executions of Caucasian prisoners of war during the past fifty years. The controversial film will be sold on the lucrative world wide video market projecting to bring the six boys millions of dollars in royalties.

The young Caucasian bodybuilder has psyched himself up to put on a sexually exciting scene for his Vietnamese captors video production of Viet Cong tortures on an American Marine POW.

"Go ahead hang my fuckin' iron-hard, pumped Marine body like a butchered Texan steer you fuckin' sadistic gooks! It's more meat than you can choke down, you simpering pansy-ass faggot wanna bees!"

The seemingly fearless tres photogenic ex-Marine hunk gets his spoken wish as his fleshy ankles are jabbed-through with meat hooks and soon his naked beefy muscular young body is hanging upside down by his meat hook punctured ankles like a bull he is -- ready to be gutted and butchered alive in a Texas slaughterhouse.

The video camera zoomed in on the faggot ex-Marine's hanging tattooed prime USMC beefy body in all its bound muscular glory, studying every iron pumped muscled part of this healthy meat hooked naked Caucasian hunk still dripping cum from his thick erect sausage horse-cock.

The effeminate oriental teens jabbed metal meat hooks with iron chains into the thick meaty wrists of the hanging spread-eagled ex-Marine and pull the muscular arms taut by the attached chains through iron rings in the concrete floor. Finally they snap iron slave-collar around the faggot grunt's thick muscular bull-neck and connect the iron chain to an iron ring around the stud's large lemon-sized balls pulling this chain tight too, tugging the ex-Marine stud's trapped nuts painfully between his meaty ass cheeks, in turn pulls the faggot hunk's head back, his chin pointing straight to the floor, choking the handsome young ex-Marine, his head pulled so far back the back of his head presses against his broad muscle bound shoulder blades.

The sadistic oriental teens then secure vicious long-toothed metal alligator tit clamps with heavy weights to the hunky stud ex-Marine's succulent coral nipples as they masturbate the tortured faggot grunt's erect cock to yet another intense gushing orgasm while taking turns fucking and shooting their cum into the hanging soldiers young handsome butch tormented face.

Then the six effeminate Vietnamese lateteeners go upstairs, leaving their living human beef-carcass hanging by his ankles to rest -- or at least pass out -- as they made an important phone call. it will be a while so the brothers go up to bed and have a royal double menage-a-twat fuck-fest, sucking and licking and fucking all the while each dreamed of the money they were going to get for their Caucasian super-hunk adoptive brother.

Soon after sun-down, the three well dressed oriental businessmen arrive and after brief pleasantries, the Vietnamese adoptive brothers rescued from a fate of underclass poverty and privation as the sons of officials in the South Vietnamese government or army escort the peddlers of Caucasian boy-flesh to the basement to inspect their adoptive brother whom they despise with a passion.

The businessmen grin when they see the vulnerably helpless muscle bound hanging ex-Marine. One of the oriental businessmen speaks to the oldest Vietnamese boy as he visually and physically examines the bleeding sweaty muscles of the hanging naked ex-Marine.

"A very good looking muscular Caucasian male specimen with a healthy set of genitals. He is one tough defiant hunky macho American Marine stud and with two traditional Marine Corps tattoos on his pumped bulging bicepses -- there will be an added bonus.
Xxxx"My wealthy clients will bid eagerly and pay well for this young handsome hunky butch Marine bulldog stud whom I believe could probably survive ten years of heavy slavery before he is finally selected to be butchered for his prime beefy muscular Caucasian meat.
Xxxx"He should bring a high price on the oriental slave market for the Japanese mafia organization and their sadistic black market business. So I am willing to make an offer of $750 to you and your five Vietnamese brothers for this piece of prime muscular American Marine Beefcake."
The brothers were taken back -- they had expected a lot more money. But this was their first time and they didn't know how to negotiate but the oldest effeminate brother tried,
"We were thinking more like...."
He wanted to say some ridiculous figure like a hundred grand, but a much more reasonable figure popped out of his mouth,
"...ten ... uh ... five thousand."
The buyer sniggered and grinned,
"We'd be lucky to get that kind of money for this piece of macho meat at auction. We're taking a risk, crating him in a pressurized life-sustaining crate, shipping him air-freight to Tokyo, feeding him, prepping his well-worked over macho ex-Marine Corps carcass ready for display to finicky buyers.
Xxxx"No, you're lucky we're offering $750. That's $125 apiece for each of you boys."
After a minute to let the bad news sink in, the skilled negotiator for hard meaty Caucasian USMC male flesh, he came back with the sweetener to push the effeminate Vietnamese poof-boys into the deal,
"Tell you what. I like you boys. If this American faggot soldier can be forced to fill this glass jar with his precious male sex juices within one hour, I will double the offer -- a total of $1500. That's $250 apiece."
Without hesitating, the six Vietnamese brother-haters start pumping their hanging ex-Marine victim, targeting the faggot muscle hunk's succulent coral nipples and super-tender balls with their most excruciating studied oriental torture techniques, making the faggot ex-Marine stud to shoot load after ample load of his male milt.

Within the hour the glass jar is overflowing with rich thick milky white-boy milt from the hanging muscle bound ex-Marine's still dripping twelve inch erect sausage horse-cock. The six sadistic Vietnamese teenagers lower their adopted two hundred pound plus hard beefy bodied ex-Marine brother down and get him standing on his unsteady feet. They chain Matt's hands behind his back and shackles his ankles then receive the $3000 in cash from the grinning oriental businessmen as they lead the sexually and physically exhausted muscle bound naked American Marine Lance Corporal with his hands securely cuffed behind his back and his feet secured with steel ankle restraints connected with a short steel chain.

At the top of the stairs, one of the Japanese businessmen squeezes the bound blond Marine's mouth open and shove in a steel and leather horse bit while one of the other men fasten the straps secure. Then the negotiator shoves a spiked wrist-thick dildo up the macho faggot grunt's bleeding tight ass-hole.

The steel alligator tit clamps are still attached to muscle bound ex-Marine's still bleeding tortured nipples with an attached steel chain. And the ten kilo weight still swings from the young faggot stud's stretched balls, bouncing on his thighs as he trods, stretching fresh nerves with each step, sending skull-crushing pain through the super-stud's addled brain.

Still Matt is one proud macho bodybuilder ex-Marine, wearing only his metal dog tags around his thick muscular neck despite being chain led hobbling behind one of the Vietnamese boys' black Harley Davidson motorcycles following the black Mercedes Benz limousine.

After leading the chained naked stud for five torturous miles running behind the motorcycle to the main highway, the adopted brother laughs as he unchains his brother and forces him into the awaiting black limousine. This is the last time Matt Schmidt exists -- from now on he is dead as far as the brothers are concerned. The story they will tell their adoptive parents is Matt said he couldn't take being branded a faggot any more and ran away. They think he probably committed suicide but don't know for sure. And that is as much as they know. And the money -- they earned it teaching a businessman some Vietnamese so he could get around in Ho Chi Minh City.

The oriental businessmen continue their new property's sexual torture, enjoying the hot, sun-burned, lobster red, well abused thick muscled USDA prime Caucasian body and its writhing agonies as they take a long leisurely ride to a private airport in the desert.

A few hours later the long black limousine enters a large aircraft hanger lined with two dozen steel cages, each occupied by similar naked muscular Caucasian male property. The caged naked he-men all have traditional military haircuts and some have the Marine Corp globe, anchor, eagle tattoo on their bulging left bicepses. All the caged soldiers/airmen/sailors are young bodybuilders -- in their late teens to mid twenties and wearing just their metal military dog tags around their bull-dog thick muscular necks.

The oriental businessmen step out of their luxury limousine with their tall muscular bound naked ex-Marine stud in tow. Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt's massive iron pumped body is drenched in musky sweat as he still sports a ragging twelve inch plus hard-on with thick milky milt dripping from his reddish purple penis slit.

The proud young bodybuilder Marine is led over to a big steel hook extended from the center of the aircraft hanger ceiling by a steel cable. The muscular grunt is sadistically hoisted up by his hands still chained together behind his back by his adopted brothers, painfully suspending his massive meaty two hundred plus pound body just off the concrete floor strappado style. Lance Corporal Schmidt's iron pumped pectoral, shoulder and arm muscles are stretched and pulled as he endures the painful torture of this medieval torture-suspension.

The suspended tortured ex-Marine stud's ankles, still shackled by his sadistic brothers who sold him into slavery, are pulled up and attached to his large low hanging, cum filled balls with a ten kilo steel ball still attached, painfully stretching and squeezing the faggot ex-Marine's lemon-sized trapped nuts even more.

One of the oriental businessmen comes up to the tortured hanging hunk and viciously snaps sharp steel teeth tit clamps with one kilo steel weights attached on the young soldier's fleshy protruding quarter sized coral nipples. The healthy ex-Marine stud, a confirmed masochist now, shoots an ample load of rich creamy boy-milt into the eagerly awaiting open mouth of one of his oriental torturers.

As the sexually exhausted Lance Corporal hangs in his tortured suspended position, the other muscular naked bodybuilder faggots in the surrounding steel cages shout out words of encouragement to their fellow bodybuilder stud while cursing obscene comments at the sadistic oriental businessmen.

Finally one of the older oriental businessmen approaches the suspended ex-Marine hunk's ass and without any warning jabs a thick twelve inch spiked steel dildo up the hanging stud's well-stretched faggot ass-hole. The tortured young soldier bellers out a deafening scream as his oriental torturer continues forcing the painful ass-ripping device further up into the hanging ex-Marine's already brutally tortured ass.

Two of the oriental businessmen are video taping with a Sony camcorder and photographing with a Hitachi 24mm multi-aspect camera each stage of the former Marine Lance Corporals XXX rated torture scenes for the Japanese Mafias lucrative underground porno torture/snuff videos and white slave trade business which is based out of Tokyo. These bloody torture S&M tapes and photos are in great demand by a large sadistic clientele around the world. Sado/masochistic gay men and women who hate men mainly buy these very expensive tapes and photos, but they are also bought by well educated professional women and men, who if revealed would shock the general public.

These same men and women are invited to participate at the occasional white slave auction in order to have an opportunity to purchase muscular young homosexual Caucasian soldiers, sailors and airmen from the United States, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, Israel, Europe and other countries around the world.

Recently the oriental businessmen have been supplying the Japanese Mafia slave trading business with muscular homosexual soldiers and sailors from Russia since the fall of communism in that country. The white slave trade in recent years has become more lucrative to the Japanese Mafia than their long running drug and prostitute trade.

Any white faggot male slave who becomes untrainable and too difficult to control even with drugs is butchered for his muscular Caucasian meaty flesh and body organs. The vital body organs are sold to medical centers around the world for those who are wealthy and fortunate enough to pay the high price. The butchered muscular meat from the Caucasian male bodies are sold mainly to special clients who serve this rare delicacy in well known five star restaurants around the world. There is a mystique in both Caucasian meat and homosexual meat, the combination is very eagerly sought as an aphrodisiac for both men and women -- homosexual males are over sexed, and their meat, especially their testicles, are believed to give a lasting power beyond bear claw and even rhino horn -- and no where near as expensive or hard to obtain, since white-boy faggot ex-military jocks are a dime a dozen and not on any government's endangered species list.

These currently caged muscular homosexual Caucasian men will in time, with proper training within the year, either become willing boy-toy or hard labor or even whipping-boy torture slaves to be sold, most likely to rich gay men, or be sent to the slaughter house in Tokyo for butchering in which their meaty faggot bodies will then be sold to the wealthy owners/chefs of select restaurants around the world.

The unfortunate ex-Marine Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt is unaware that his purchasers have already determined his body was too scarred by his brothers' punishments for quick sale. He could, of course, recover given time, but a quick turn over was better business so he has already been selected for butchering -- besides, these cannibalistic slant-eyed oriental businessmen have already filled their current quota for the Japanese Mafia with the other two dozen plus Caucasian faggot soldiers and sailors in the cages. Besides, he cost so little he would bring back the investment plus other expenses several times over in meat alone -- not including extra for the liver and kidneys and pancreas and other organ meat that will be dried for their legendary medicinal properties.

The oriental businessmen come up to the tortured hanging ex-Marine Lance Corporal and tell him to identify himself for the video camera as the camera zooms in on the young handsome terrified butch face and his dangling twin metal dog tags.

In a deep super-masculine voice the struggling suspended tortured Marine proudly gives his name, rank and serial number for his oriental captors. The orientals' black chauffeur is then ordered to use the limousines computer to inform the medical center that has agreed to purchase the vital body organs from this young healthy ex-Marines if his tissue type matches organ recipients with priority status. They do a quick check with Pentagon records and determine that they can use his heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, thyroid, eyes, bladder, prostate, testicles, erectile bladders, skin, intestines, and brain tissues put through a blender so they can be injected into Parkinson's disease patients' brains.

The medical center agrees to send a medical team of surgeons to the remote desert airport site. Within four hours, the medical team arrives with their surgical equipment as the muscular ex-Marine Lance Corporal is secured with leather straps to a stainless steel medical operating table.

The entire medical procedure is also being videotaped, but is mainly being filmed for educational purposes for the university medical students and other interested clientele around the world. The light green robed and masked surgeons, with their sterile medical instruments for the surgery, are ready to begin operating on this fine specimen of a healthy young muscular homosexual male.

The video camera zooms in on the handsome ex-Marine hunk as the oriental cameraman asks the brave faggot grunt if he has any final words before he is cut open with the various medical sterile scalpels. With all the pride of the Marine Corp, former Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt tells them,

"I have only one life to give society and hope my strong young iron pumped bodybuilder physique and healthy vital body organs will serve to benefit the less fortunate people and those individuals who are wealthy and privileged enough to enjoy eating the culinary delicacy of my prime USMC beefy Caucasian body."

The strapped ex-Marine stud faggot asks his oriental captors,

"Please sirs, sadistically twist and pinch and bite and burn with cigarettes my tender nipples so I can shoot one last load of my Caucasian male sex juices from my healthy horse-cock boy-sausage."
The head surgeon tells his oriental hosts that certain women will pay well for the male milt from such handsome healthy young men. Special medical glass tubes are prepared for receiving the semen from all the military faggot stud's in the cages, not just from the leather strapped former Lance Corporal.

After the young ex-Marine stud shoots his last ample load of cum into the glass tube, he bravely and proudly looks down over his massive iron pumped torso with half-melon pecs and deep grooved rock-hard abdominals as an assistant wraps a copper wire round the neck where the faggot Marine wanna bee's lemon size balls hung from his fleshy Mons.

The green swathed assistant twisted the wire tight and the long suffering former soldier willingly going to his butchering alive with no anesthetic, gasped as he felt the wire bite into his proud man-flesh -- deeper and deeper as the assistant twisted the wire with a small rod till it completely disappeared under the skin except for the neck of the wire, mangled around itself, it was so tight.

The assistant stepped aside as the head surgeon took a large razor sharp stainless steel scalpel in one latex gloved hand and stroked the Caucasian stud's horse cock sausage as it throbbed in excited anticipation of the removal of its feeders -- those lemon sized balls.

The surgeon cupped those squirming baby-makers in his palm and pushed them around inside their hairy but silky-smooth purse. He caught the scrotal neck between his middle and ring fingers, close to the base.

The head surgeon then squeezed the balls hard, digging his latex-covered fingernails into the tender flesh becoming even more tender with the restriction in blood flow. Sharp needles of icy-hot pain cursed through the ex-Marine stud's cum-filled baby-makers. It was all this super brave faggot could do not to scream; he managed to keep his painful protest down to a loud gasp and rapid panting.

The surgeon then took a scalpel and slit through the crushed neck -- on the body side of the crushing wire -- it is more important to keep the testicles alive than to worry about the small pulse of blood from the wound -- this hunky, hard bodied ex-Marine will be dead long before he can bleed to death from this minor wound.

The surgeon catches the plump purple purse as it goes limp in his palm, squeezes the organs one more time then quickly dropped them into the open ceramic box held out by his assistant who, in turn, quickly covers it over, pulls the clamp forward to hold the lid tight, then carefully places the box inside a refrigerated medical organ transport emblazoned with the bright blue on yellow warning
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The surgeon lets one assistant daub sweat from his forehead as another presses a hot iron to the spurting wound. If this beefy ex-Marine was allowed to live, the scar would be painful and ugly, but that was of no concern to anyone now.

The surgeon now collects this muscle-boy faggot's horse-cock sausage and supportive tissues. He uses his scalpel to slice open the big boy's perineum -- the area between where his balls used to hang and his ass-hole. He cuts deep into the flesh, cutting out the bony cartilage to expose the root of the penis -- the eight inch long extensions of the two long erectile bladders that make the cock hard and stand up buried deep in the abdomen along the bony plate.

Installing these back into the frail ninty-three year old prominent politician from a southern state will be a much more delicate operation to insure the organ will stand up, not just get hard and hang like a pendulum. But harvesting these erectile tissues along with the proud horse-cock sausage that goes with them is almost too simple.

The surgeon thrusts his latex gloved fingers inside the bloody wound in the hard-muscled abdominals and feels around till he finds the blood vessels and pulls them out, ties them off, then cuts out the erectile bladders, slices the skin around the penis and cuts deep into the beefy ex-Marine's abdominal meat, pulling the cock and supporting structure out in one piece. He drops everything into another, larger ceramic box, quickly covered over and packed beside the one with the lemon sized balls inside silky smooth but hair purse. Others will clean up the cock just before transplant for optimal transplant success.

Matt Schmidt is panting hard, whimpering -- the pain is more than he had bargained for -- more than he had ever suffered before -- more than he would have believed ever could exist. But it is too late for this beefy specimen of male pulchritude and vitality. His heart feels like it is about to explode, icy-hot needles of pain are stabbing his lungs, his brain, an elephant is sitting on his chest, resting its thousand pound foot on his throat. He can barely breathe. But his herculean body betrays him, making him endure each and every slice of the scalpel, feel each and every poke and jak of the gloved fingers, prying inside his guts.

Now that this beefy muscle-boy is no longer a man, the surgeon works even more quickly. He draws a scalpel up from the groin wound across the hard rippled abdominals, the cleft between half-melon pectorals, to the hollow at the base of the bull-dog neck, then across both sides of the neck, deep enough to cut through skin and upper layers of hard yellow fat -- a very important heat regulating organ, then forced his fingers under the skin and began peeling back the skin from the low-fat, hard meaty muscle, tugging and pulling, careful not to rip the skin as he slips his fingers under the skin, separating it from the meat, stretching the skin to pull it off in one piece, pulling the skin off the wide shoulders, down the arms like a shirt, carefully slicing under the nipples to cut the hard buttons from the meat so they don't tear as they pull away, carefully tugging the skin off the back as assistants unstrap the beefy ex-Marine who is now far too weak from pain to resist, and flip him over and back repeatedly as the chief surgeon pulls the skin all the way down, over the hard meaty buttocks, stripped off the fingers, cutting under each fingernail so it goes with the skin rather than staying with the body, down the legs and finally all the way off, slicing the toenails off as well.

The beefy body is now blood red and hard to see any detail on. The skin is rolled and put into a sterile plastic wrap and quickly placed in the refrigerated medical organ transport box -- even though it was stripped off in one piece like a cotton jumpsuit, the skin will be cut into patches, these finely criss-crossed so they can be stretched over large patches of burned flesh to regrow skin on third degree burn victims.

With his skin now stripped, the phantom-limb syndrome makes the ex-Marine's body burn with fire all over, like he is being roasted alive -- worse even than having his balls cut off, worse even than having his cock cut out by the root. His heart is fluttering so fast he almost thinks there's a rabbit inside.

Because all concerned want the former ex-Marine to feel his meat being butchered, harvesting of the internal organs can wait. The surgeon first slits through the meat and tendons at the fold of thigh and abdominals, cutting deep through the meat to the bone. He hacks away around the side and across the top of one meaty buttock, down the cleft between ass-cheeks, and back aound to where he started. He then thrusts one hand into the meat and feels around for the ball joint, using the scalpel to slice tendons and meat so nothing holds leg and buttocks to the body except the bone in the socket.

Blood is pouring out the wound, but not enough to worry about yet. As the surgeon guides the bone inside the meaty body, two assistants grab the leg and another two grab the body and they twist in opposite directions till the bone snaps out of the joint and the leg pulls free.

The surgeon steps back and an assistant quickly sears the femoral artery and other blood vessels with a white-glowing soldering iron. The surgeon then steps back to his subject and repeats the procedure on the other leg. Then both arms.

The former hunka-hunk is now just torso and head -- skinned, sexless torso and head. Former Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt is now nothing more than organ donor and meat on a slab. The pain has become so great his brain has shut it all off. Now all he feels is the sharp scalpel slitting through yet more muscle -- this time slabs of meat on his broad back, then his beefy lats he used to be so proud of, flaring them like a cobra's hood, his bright coral nipples the snake's false eyes. Now that is all gone -- along with his meaty pectorals the surgeon is butchering off now, leaving his ribs spare for barbecuing.

Before his heart stops, the surgeon now turns to harvesting the internal organs. He retraces the cut he made to skin the former beefy hunka-hunk now just a mostly stripped carcass. He pushes the blade in deeper, careful to just cut through meat and fat and not into the intestines or other precious organs inside. Working quickly, he cuts around the sphincter to save that then reaches up through the ribcage, careful not to stop the heart just yet, and ties off the top of the stomach then cuts it out, removing the entire alimentary canal in one piece and, with the help of two aides, puts the sloppy, slidy, eely organs in a large ceramic box with its own refrigeration coils built in.

Now the surgeon quickly cuts out spleen, pancreas, kidneys, bladder, prostate, liver and all other important organs in the abdominal cavity. Each getting its own ceramic box or plastic bag and being carefully packed into bio-hazzard refrigerated organ transports.

The carcass' heart is still beating strong though the lungs can no longer suck air because the diaphragm has been torn. But there is enough tears and open wounds to oxygenate the blood enough to keep the once proud, beefy ex-Marine's brain alive enough to feel every slice. But now the surgeon uses a small worm-drive saw to cut the sternum open. With nearly all the meat off the bones, he can pry the rips apart without a mechanical chest-spreader. He reaches in and cuts the top of the trachea free, preserving voice box with the lungs in case the recipient wants a rich young basso profundo voice to go with his new lungs and heart.

The surgeon cuts the ligaments and fibroids holding lungs and heart in place and lift the still beating heart and soft, spongy lungs in one piece, putting these into their own refrigerated transport. He quickly cuts the head around the bull-dog neck and quickly refrigerates that to preserve eyes, sinuses, nose cartilage, tongue, ears, and brain for selective preservation. One of the recipients for brain cell transplant is a famous Attorney General of the United States -- a butch woman with Parkinson's disease. It is too bad the organ donor doesn't know his contribution to the health and security of the government of the United States which he so loved.

The thyroid and other organs are saved from the chest cavity. Then with the urgent items successfully harvested, the surgeon turns back to the meaty legs and arms, cutting open the long bones and sucking out the living marrow then closing the meat back over the bone so it is nearly impossible to tell the meat was opened. The thighs and buttocks will be hickory smoked and honey cured for luscious hams, the arms and lower legs will be cooked whole in just a matter of minutes for presentation at a Japanese banquet where other hunky ex-Marines are sold or tortured or forced to fight to the death or simply executed to amuse the powerful lords of industry.

Soon all the vital organs of the young faggot hunk are in the air, in route to being transplanted into politically important or wealthy recipients, anxiously awaiting a new life at the expense of a healthy, vibrant, hunky young stud ex-Marine.

The beautiful arctic blue perfect vision eyes will be removed from the handsome ex-Marine's head and will be transplanted into a wealthy old Dutchman who had become partially blind. The young faggot soldier's perfect white teeth will be removed for selective transplant and his butch Marine cropped head is scalped for those who will pay for these rare expensive transplants.

The medical surgical team has concluded their special operations and they now quickly head back to the medical center in another helicopter. Yet even before the medical helicopter is off the ground, a black catering van pulls into the airport hanger and a couple of black gowned chefs begin to set up elaborate cooking equipment in preparation for the special banquet feast.

A small fat oriental chef sharpens his cutlery as he prepares to slice up the prime USMC beef from the back as his two dwarf assistants make the necessary preparations by hoisting the various cuts up and jabbing them onto awaiting meat hooks.

Meanwhile erotic sounds of groans can be heard from the other captive Caucasian soldiers and sailors as one by one each muscular faggot stud's sexually aroused cock is forced to shoot an ample healthy load of milky sperm into an identified labeled glass tube. These good looking young healthy muscular Caucasian homosexual military men are going to be worth a lot of money to the Japanese Mafia over the next several years of brutal captivity.

These prime young muscular Caucasian faggot men will bring in a large amount of cash from their continuous ample loads of healthy sperm, high sums of money will also be received from the sale of their pornographic B&D/S&M photos and videos, thousands of dollars will be collected for the Japanese Mafias white male prostitution business, hundreds of thousands of dollars will be earned when these muscular homosexual military Caucasian men are sold naked in chains at the monthly slave auction, later huge amounts of money will be made when the various muscular Caucasian body parts, healthy organs, and thick rich blood are sold to world wide medical centers.

Finally when the gutted muscular succulent beefy Caucasian military bodies are sold for hundreds of dollars to elite five star restaurants that specialize in serving their ever growing cannibalistic patrons who request these muscled Caucasian males for their culinary delicacy that is in ever increasing demand on the world market, especially for prime young muscular military Caucasian male beef.

The sum total that these two dozen plus homosexual soldiers, sailors and airmen should bring in for the Japanese Mafia will each bring in over a hundred thousand dollars during the next few years. The hanging chunks of meat and spare-rib carcass of the gutted muscular Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt

Had the head not been taken for transplant, it would have been preserved by a taxidermist. But it was more valuable for the eyes and teeth and brain and other organs than as a mounted trophy -- that can be had from any ex-Marine faggot killed in the arena where his organs can't be harvested.

The small oriental chef with his two dwarf assistants have started cooking the thick, juicy left pectoral steak -- the heart shield, a particularly significant piece of meat for the Japanese Mafia members who bought the former United States Marine for only fifteen hundred dollars -- they made more than that on just the beefy ex-Marine's thyroid, much more on each of his other highly desirable organs -- nearly ten thousand dollars for the highly prized cock from a very grateful United States senator -- he plans to father yet another child with his new twenty-year old foot long United States ex-Marine's horse-cock cunt-splitter.

The short, fat oriental chef's dwarf assistants liberally brush a spicy baste of the butchered beefy Caucasian hunka-hunk's own blood and a secret blend of oriental spices. As the Japanese Mafia members watch in mouth-watering anticipation, the chef pokes the thick slab of pec-steak to test its doneness -- it is just au jus -- perfect.

He takes the perfectly grilled slap of man-breast steak off the grill, plopping it dramatically onto a maple cutting board, and sliced it into three-quarter inch strips and lays three each on fine Noritaki bone china -- made from the bones of Caucasian muscle hunk ex-Marines they recruited last year -- along with a liberal daub of sliced black mushrooms sautťed in the same blood sauce used to baste the meat.

The two dwarfs quickly iced the rest of the meat and carcass, leaving only a trail of blood which they washed away with high powered fire hoses so nothing remained of ex-Marine Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt was a memory -- and his tender USDA Prime meat waiting to be served to other eager Japanese businessmen and others around the world.


Back in Japan, nothing remains of ex-Marine Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt is turds in Japanese sceptic tanks -- and his organs in various grateful recipients. But the other beefy Caucasian ex-military men drummed out of the service for being homosexual? They are enjoying a far more interesting fate.

Some are being tortured in a private banquet in honor of the brave Japanese defenders of Okinawa fifty-some years ago. They plan to make a torture film honoring the brave defenders of the homeland when it is assaulted by the Imperial lackey dogs of the round-eyed devils led by the Americans. They will produce a movie of prisoner of war tortures used on captured Americans -- using captured American soldiers and sailors. But right now, they are discussing plans over a sumptuous repast featuring some of the surplus United States military hard muscle manpower booted out for being faggots -- muscle bound he-men like the tall dark strapping butch sailor with

proudly tattooed to his bulging left biceps -- and on his right bulging biceps
The young six foot seven, two hundred seventy pound seaman first class is suspended spread-eagled with chains stretching his bulging muscular arms and thick beefy legs. The young faggot Navy Seal has a roaring erection dripping with precum.

The short, fat Oriental chef instructs his two dwarf assistants to check that the water is boiling in the large black iron kettle. The blubbery chef grabs the sailor's low hanging hairy balls and as he squeezes them, he laughingly brags to the brave but afraid young giant of a muscleboy faggot in a thick Japanese accent,

"We will boil you alive -- like one of your Main lobsters ... and your boiled tender meaty body will be served to rich Japanese businessmen who gain even more strength and power by eating the meat of their enemies!"
He then points to a former United States Marine nearly the twin of the now forgotten ex-Lance Corporal Matt Schmidt, stretched out on a large table with Japanese businessmen sitting around, smoking, playing with his testicles, grinding their cigarettes out on his nipples and cockhead, his nostrils and his balls, then his teary eyes.
"I will chop his meat from his body and sear it on the hot griddle at the table -- like at your Beni Hai's -- right at the table. We Orientals like our meat fresh. You will be served with him -- sort of surf and turf, like at your Red Lobster restaurant."
He laughed and continued,
"I went to school at Eckerd College, in St Petersburg, Florida. I learned many things about American ways. Now you learn Japanese ways -- then you go to your reward."
The cow-eyed young sailor fights back tears, sniffling back his fear, trying to be braver than he was.

The muscular faggot sailor is taken down from his chained spread-eagled position by the dwarfs and with the faggot seaman's hands tied behind his broad V-shaped muscular back is led by the short, fat oriental chef, who is leading the tall muscle hunk faggot of a stud by his low hanging hairy balls, over to the large iron black kettle steaming with boiling hot water.

Two dwarfs jab large metal fish hooks into the bodybuilder sea dog's massive iron pumped pectoral muscles. The tortured sexually excited faggot sailor quickly shoots an ample load of cum into a stir fry pan as the fat chef masturbates the faggot seaman stud's twelve inch erection to a final orgasm and then slices off the young sailors cum dripping healthy ample genitals placing the severed egg sized balls and thick meaty cock in the sizzling milky cum sauce of the hot stir fry pan.

The two hundred seventy pound solid-packed muscular body of the shocked mutilated young homosexual ex-sailor is hoisted up by his fish hooked bleeding pectoral muscles over the steaming, bubbling hot boiling water. Through his tear-filled soft cow-eyes he can see the Japanese businessmen gathering around, watching eagerly as he is lowered into the boiling water.

The dazed young faggot muscled sailor is slowly lowered into the large black kettle as the once proud stud's severed cock and balls are being stir fried by the fat oriental chef. As the young faggot sailor's hard muscled meaty body is submerged into boiling water, he squeals the same way a lobster does when he is dropped into boiling water.

As the meaty sea-food is roiling in agony in boiling hot water, the dwarfs grab on to the screaming handsome seaman's meaty tongue with thong grippers and quickly cut the meaty delicacy out of the blood gurgling mouth for the chef to stir fry along with the seafarer's severed genitals.

Meanwhile, for some additional entertainment -- until the beefy Marine and the hard-muscled sailor are ready to be eaten -- the three Japanese businessmen have grabbed a tall hunky muscular Army Special Forces commando, Sergeant Brian Baxter. On the Caucasian commando's iron pumped bulging twenty-two inch right biceps muscle is a tattoo

On the soldier's bulging left biceps muscle is another tattoo, similar to the sailor's skull and cross bones
The sadistic Japanese businessmen are sexually torturing the big hairy tightly rope-bound thick muscled Caucasian homosexual soldier by ramming a bamboo pole up the exposed well fucked hairy faggot commando's squirming meaty ass-hole.

Sergeant Baxter tenses and flexes his sweating tortured bound muscular iron pumped body as the faggot military stud shoots an ample load of his cum to the sadistic delight of his Oriental torturers. Then the three sadistic Oriental men begin to really torture the macho butch commando sergeant by puncturing small bamboo spikes into his protruding half-dollar sized nipples, also his erect twelve inch plus thick veined cock shaft and head and then his fleshy low hanging egg-sized hairy balls.

This big strong well trained American commando jungle fighter flexes his iron-pumped muscle bound physique, forcing his large meaty pectoral slabs out, allowing the sadistically eager Orientals to puncture the modern homosexual warrior's nipples with the small bamboo spikes. Sergeant Baxter again stiffens his muscular bound body and shoots another ample load of cum for his sadistic Oriental torturers.

When the bamboo spikes are forced through the faggot soldier's large low hanging balls, another load of cum shoots out of the stud's thick healthy mushroom shaped cock-head. The three sadistic Japanese now attack the cum dripping healthy erect cock of the faggot commando sergeant who defiantly and proudly thrusts his pelvis forward for his Oriental torturers to do their worst on his thick twelve inch sexual manhood which has fucked many military faggot ass-holes from buck privates to five star generals.

As soon as the sadistic orientals finish puncturing about a dozen bamboo spikes into Sergeant Baxter's erect cum dripping cock, the hunky homosexual American commando fighter shoots yet another ample load of his milky cum for his sadistic Japanese torturers. The oldest of the Japanese businessmen grabs the military commando bodybuilders short cropped hair and forces the young macho butch head back telling the tortured defiant sergeant that he will serve with honor and courage all right, but as a slave to his Oriental masters for several years; and when his Oriental masters decide it is time to put him to death -- there will definitely be no mercy for this bulging muscled faggot butch sergeant.

The tortured bound masochistic homosexual sergeant replies that this is what he has been training for these past few years, at last he is finally going to experience his deepest darkest secret fantasy of erotic homosexual Sado-masochistic torture, slavery, and butchery -- to have his iron pumped bodybuilder naked physique in chains on a wooden auction block, being sold as a muscular sex slave stud, used as a strong hard working muscled labor slave animal, sexually abused and tortured as a tough macho sex slave hunk to Oriental men and/or women who will ultimately butcher and eat his young prime iron pumped muscular Caucasian body.

The strong macho commando sergeant had willingly volunteered to be one of more than a thousand captured American military men who will be featured in a sort of documentary film. But he does not know what will really happen so the three Japanese businessmen laughingly tell him, enjoying his horrified reaction,

"You and thousands of other beefy, butch American muscle hunk homosexual soldier and sailor wannabe's kicked out of the service because of your homosexuality will be tortured and butchered for our film which will be produced on controversial subject of prisoner of war atrocities that were committed on Caucasian servicemen by the Japanese in the Pacific during World War II; by North Koreans and Communist Chinese during the Korean War; and by North VietNamese and Viet Cong during the Vietnam War.
Xxxx"Our film producers and directors plan to reŽnact the infamous Bataan death march, the human medical experiments at death camps in Manchuria, the interrogation-torture procedures at the Hanoi Hilton prison concentration camp in North Vietnam, and many other reenacted prisoner of war torture to death scene atrocities committed on Caucasian soldiers, sailors and airmen which have been verified by authentic documents from the Japanese, Chinese, Koreans and VietNamese.
Xxxx"In the Bataan death march reŽnactment, different from the actual Bataan death march, the defeated American soldiers will surrender to the victorious Japanese soldiers and strip naked out of their battle worn and torn fatigues. The naked American prisoner's personal items like watches, rings, cigarettes, money, etc. will be confiscated by the Japanese guards who threaten the defeated soldiers' dangling genitals with bayonet points -- so they know what to expect if they resist in any way.
Xxxx"Many of the American prisoners, especially officers and tall soldiers with red and blond hair, will be singled out and forced to kneel then be blindfolded with their hands tied behind their back and quickly have their genitals sliced off before they are finally beheaded by a Japanese officers' razor sharp samurai sword -- like the smuggled photograph Life magazine ran to inflame American anti-Japanese passions during the war.
Xxxx"At the prison camps many of the stronger more muscular naked American prisoners will be suspended by their bound wrists from wooden posts and used by the sadistic Japanese soldiers for brutal deadly bayonet practice. At the prison camp hospital many a healthy young American prisoner will be bound naked to an operating table as a team of Japanese doctors perform painful bloody, terminal medical experimentations and operations. In the prison camp kitchen, the meat hooked hanging beefy muscular bleeding bodies of the still living American prisoners will be methodically butchered and packed for shipment to the Japanese homeland as a source of much needed meat for the civilian population as well as for military personnel.
Xxxx"Those American prisoners who survived the prison death camps and whose bodies are covered with body hair will be sent to the Tokyo Zoo where their naked hirsute bodies are to be put on display in cages with vicious monkeys that will be encouraged to attack and sexually molest the defenseless POW's for the entertainment of the Japanese people.
Xxxx"Later with iron nose rings attached, most of the surviving naked Caucasian muscle-men will be used as two-legged oxen pulling ancient plows out in the insect infested, hot, humid rice fields or in the unsafe rat infested damp wet coal mines pulling heavily loaded wooden carts.
Xxxx"An American pilot and his dozen crew members will parachute out of their flaming B-29 Flying Fortress over southeast Asia and will be captured by a Japanese patrol upon landing in surrounding rice fields outside Singapore. The B-29 crewmen will be stripped naked out of their flight suits and paraded through the city streets of Singapore to the Japanese military headquarters were in front of the Oriental populace each bound kneeling naked airman will be castrated and decapitated by the Japanese commander and his junior officers using their samurai swords.
Xxxx"Other American fighter pilots shot down over Japan will be stripped when captured by the Japanese and will be butchered alive as ordered by the Imperial Japanese High Command who will then eat the healthy young American airmen's hearts and livers."
The gloating Japanese businessmen laugh at the American's fear wracked face as he tries to bite back his tears, then continue.
"On January 6, 1945 the huge battleship USS Stonewall was laying a heavy bombardment on the Japanese fortress island of Okinawa when it took direct hits by six high explosive torpedoes from Japanese submarines. As the huge battleship sunk, two thousand plus surviving Marines and sailors were captured by the native Okinawans as the physically exhausted American soldiers and sailors paddled their rubber rafts or crawled up onto the hostile sandy shores.
Xxxx"In our real-kill reŽnactment film, the angry Okinawans easily subdue then roughly hog tie and completely strip the young exhausted Caucasian invaders. The bound muscular naked bodies will be viciously whipped with bamboo rods until units of Japanese soldiers rescue them from being beaten to death. The grateful Marines and sailors do not know what is in store for them -- a fate worse than death at the hands of the mob.
Xxxx"The Japanese guards are given orders by their commanding officers to take a selected tall big hunky prime USMC muscled Beefcake stud Marine and to torture the unfortunate young muscular soldier with sharp splintered bamboo spikes by jabbing them into the hunk's large fleshy nipples, through the stud's thick nine inch erect cock and his heavy low hanging balls, and finally ramming a bamboo pole up the tall big Marine's succulent well fucked ass-hole.
Xxxx"The naked muscle bound and bleeding tortured enemy soldier will then be turned over to the angry crowd of Okinawans who slowly and sadistically continued to torture the young helpless hulk of a Marine for several hours as the other naked hogtied Marine's and sailors looked on in horror.
Xxxx"And as the sun sets on the horizon, the Okinawans will continue to administer brutal beatings and sadistic torture on the over two hundred pound six foot plus tall muscular butch Marine and then drag the prime USMC naked bound Beefcake over to a large bon fire where the bloody iron pumped meaty hunk is unceremoniously prepared to be roasted alive.
Xxxx"Then in brutal revenge for American bombing of their homeland, the mass of Okinawan civilians will continue to whip with bamboo sticks the bound muscular beefy bull of a Marine as his bleeding roasting meaty body slowly rotates over the flaming fire.
Xxxx"The iron pumped muscular Caucasian meaty body will be roasted for over an hour. And when the tender meaty succulent roasted grunt is almost thoroughly cooked and barely alive, an angry old Okinawan woman will viciously masturbate the young Marine stud's ten inch plus thick cock till the macho grunt stud shoots an ample load of his final sex juices before his iron pumped muscular body is savagely butchered by several of the other angry Okinawan civilians.
Xxxx"As the old oriental woman grabs and pulls the Marine's ample cum dripping genitals, she will slowly slice off the Caucasian soldier's blood veined sausage cock and large low hanging roasted balls with the captured Marine's razor sharp combat knife.
Xxxx"Then with the same Marine combat knife the old woman will cut the young soldier's thick meaty tongue out, after which she will slit open the roasted grunt's muscular rippled abdominal midsection and begin to gut the dying weakened macho hunk of an American butch soldier.
Xxxx"At the same time, the bleeding shocked barely conscious Marine will suffer his handsome butch head being viciously beaten and placed on a large wooden chopping block by several old Okinawan men as one old man will raise a sharp axe and chop off the brutally beaten grunt's butch head, cutting through the soldier's thick muscular neck.
Xxxx"Then the Marine's severed beaten butch head will be displayed on a spiked bamboo pole, as his muscular iron pumped gutted Caucasian body is hacked apart by several Okinawan women with meat cleavers."
The three Japanese businessmen gloat and laugh as they torture their property's fat, dangling balls and throbbing horse-cock sausage.
"You see, we plan things very carefully. We have made many movies like this, and we are getting very good at it.
Xxxx"Everyone believes we have super special effects and we have won many awards. But we don't use special effects. We use real live macho American body builder ex-military men and do everything for real. But no one misses them -- and they will not miss you.
Xxxx"You want to hear more?"
The muscle-bound military commando shakes his butch head side to side, "NO!" as hard as he can, but the giggling Japanese businessmen just pinch his cock's fat, flared mushroom head and go on,
"The Okinawan women will carefully cut off thick meaty slices of bulging bicepses, massive pumped pectorals, thick meaty thighs and other muscular parts of the once magnificent Marine bodybuilder's physique. Then the ample roasted thick muscled prime USMC steaks will be ravishly devoured by the mass of impatiently awaiting hungry cannibalistic Okinawan civilians.
Xxxx"The Japanese commanding officer will then be honored by the grateful Okinawans when he is presented with the cum dripping ample roasted Caucasian genitals from the slaughtered muscular Marine stud.
Xxxx"Meanwhile, a tall handsome reddish blond headed hunky muscular sailor has been selected from the line up of prisoners by the commanding Japanese officer, who orders several of his blood thirsty soldiers to carry the hogtied naked stud with a thick long bamboo pole slipped through the captive hunks bound hands and feet.
Xxxx"The terrified but sexually aroused -- by the way, you know all you faggot soldier-wannabes get really big, fat, throbbing hard-ons when you're tortured, you know that. You faggot perverts really love this stuff so we just give you what you really want. No hard feelings, I know."
They all laugh while one pinches the hunk's nipples, another squeezes his balls, and the third pinches the mushroom cock-head's flared piss-slit.
"Anyway, the hogtied bound massive iron pumped muscular sailor's body is carried off, like a prized stud bull to the slaughterhouse, to the Japanese commanders military fortress. In a large torch lite stone dining room of the Japanese fortress, the big handsome reddish blond headed hunky naked sailors freshly shaved and scrubbed muscle bound bikini tan lined stud's spiced oiled body will be slowly lowered and submerged into boiling hot water of a large black iron kettle with flaming wooden logs burning underneath, much like your friend over there...."
The speaker points to the well-boiled brown-haired seaman in the pot, his dead head lolling back, looking up to the ceiling. The blond sergeant tries not to look but his head is twisted to the side and fingers pull his eyelids open and other fingers press his eyes so they cannot look away. The businessmen laugh then the speaker continues,
"Still alive after more than an hour of being boiled in hot water, the cooked American sailor's massive Caucasian meaty body will be raised out of the large black iron kettle by a thick bamboo pole holding his hogtied horizontally hanging thick muscular cooked body and will be ceremoniously placed on bamboo supports. A young Japanese soldier will masturbate the stud sailor and within minutes a steady stream of rich milky cum will shoot out from his sexually aroused large thick sausage cock-head.
Xxxx"Quickly a young Japanese officer will slice off the sexually aroused cooked ample genitals with his short samurai sword, leaving a bloody groin between the thick muscular thighs of the shocked and horrified young American sailor. The high ranking Japanese commander will be presented with the healthy American sailor's twelve inch plus ample cum dripping meaty genitals by the young Samurai warrior.
Xxxx"The castrated terrified young muscle bound sailor will soon become faint from the lose of blood as the young Samurai warrior officer cuts off the handsome butch sailor's head with his razor sharp samurai sword slicing through the seaman bodybuilder's bull-thick muscled neck and then place the sailor's severed head on a bamboo spike for display.
Xxxx"The young Samurai warrior then will slice open the hanging muscular seaman's rippled abdominals and begin gutting the dead sailor's stomach organs with his shorter razor sharp Samurai sword. The gutted sailor's cooked big muscular torso, bulging biceps arms and thick meaty legs are will finally be chopped, cut, sliced and carved off the decapitated and castrated hanging young Caucasian seaman's once large six foot nine inch tall two hundred ninety pound iron pumped muscular bodybuilder physique, then it will all be served with rice and Saki as the tender succulent meat is eaten by hungry cannibalistic Japanese officers and soldiers."

The tittering Japanese businessmen enjoy their playtoy's consternation, but they will much more enjoy producing the movie. But for now, they play ... and gorge.