The army has a new policy for dealing with the Rebel forces
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It had taken them a while to trap him, as he was cunning prey. Soon the commandos had taken advantage of his tired state of mind, and trapped him. They were bringing him to me. I was waiting. My name is Dave Svornawicz, Doctor Dave Svornawicz to be exact. I am the Chief Medical Officer in Unit 125 of the Armed Brigade, currently assigned to Detention centre 04. We are defending the Government of our country against the so-called “freedom fighters” who oppose it. This battle has raged for over 10 years, and there is still no end in sight. Immediately after I had passed my medical training in University, I was drafted into the medical corps and without delay assigned a unit to be Medical Officer of. I was promoted to C.M.O. within weeks, as a rebel sniper shot my predecessor. I was extremely happy at this turn of events, as I now called the shots. Our sniper, codenamed “Theodore” was who was being brought in, and this is why I was excited. He killed my mentor, and now I was to be in charge of processing him. I went into my office and locked my door and jerked off at the thought of what would happen next. After about half an hour my direct line rang, and the reception desk informed me that my subject had arrived and was being delivered to me as we spoke. I slammed down the phone and went into my surgery as two burly soldiers were pushing him in. I couldn’t believe my luck, or his misfortune, depending on how you looked at it. There dressed in combat fatigues was a guy called Shaun Ryan, an ex med student in my year, a person I particularly liked as he was always pro-rebel forces and made no secret of it. I could the emotions running through Shaun’s eyes and new I was going to enjoy this process more than the others I had done. The two muscular soldiers held him fast as I gave Shaun an injection to stop him from struggling and to make him more co-operative. I could see him fight it, but in the end the powerful chemicals always won out… About 30 minutes later I was ready to process Shaun. The procedure was simple. There were no trials for terrorists. They were processed and jailed; some were even executed, depending on the severity of their subversive activities. I have to admit I have some rebel sympathies, but I’m not stupid enough to show them and risk this all happening to me. I went out to see Shaun on the surgical table, legs strapped up in the air. Shaun was quite cute naked, lean, tanned body, with a few tattoos. I stood just above his face, looked down and whispered to him. I told him I was sorry, but it was my job. Although his mind was fogged chemically, Shaun understood. He knew what the standard procedure for a captured terrorist was, and even though I sympathised with his cause, but I enjoyed my job too much. I shaved his crotch, dick and balls, and then scrubbed his genitals with alcohol. I didn’t take long as I had become a bit of an expert in my field. Shaun was quite well equipped; you could see that even with his cock limp. The foreskin was the first thing to go, and in a matter of minutes he was circumcised. I then went to work on the scrotum. I cut through the skin so tenderly, as I loved this part dearly. Soon his nuts were hanging exposed from his sac. I tugged gently so as all the tubing would come down with it, the snipped. I dropped the balls into a steel bowl alongside the flap of skin, which used to be his foreskin. Soon he was sewn up, and I congratulated myself, by locking into my office and snacking on his testicles. The foreskin was thrown into the incineration bin, but I could never bring myself to dispose of a good pair. In all the boys and men I had castrated, I had snacked on at least 90% of their gonads. The younger, the sweeter I always found. Soon it was time for Shaun to be shipped off to the detention unit, where he would remain for the rest of his life. I rang the commander of our institution immediately, and requested Shaun be set aside as my property. The neutered rebels were very often used by the soldiers in the detention units as fuck toys; some came back to me severely damaged after the attentions of a few drunken army guys. About ten days later, after Shaun had sufficiently recovered, he was allowed to detoxify. I ordered that his drugs be reduced and that he then be placed in a standard cell. When he had settled in I went to visit him. As you can imagine he was not pleased to see me. He swore at me and had to be sedated again. I was hoping he would have become more docile, but it would appear that testosterone still remained in his blood stream. I returned 3 days later, to find him changed. Hair was stopping to grow, and some had fallen out. A combination of lack of hormones, plus the chemicals, which I had ordered to be mixed into his food. I liked my boys hairless. I sat down and began to chat with him, about college and other stuff. I was just trying to comfort him, distract him from the fact that he wasn’t a man anymore. Many times we just sat around and talked for hours, smoking or drinking (I sometimes brought in a little present for him, which was standard behaviour amongst all the guys who had their boys). Considering the punishment for terrorist was life in solitary, plus the fact that they were neutered made most of the men appreciative of any attention they got. Shaun was different though. He began to discover I was sympathetic to the rebel cause, and sometimes he would try to direct the conversation that way. I normally avoided the subject, but one night, through a mix of sexual afterglow and alcohol, I gave in. I admitted to him I was a sympathiser. Immediately he set to work telling me great things about the rebel cause, and why I should join it. I laughed it off and for his trouble Shaun received a forceful fisting. A year went by, and my unit was due to be posted elsewhere. I went to the commander’s office to plead my case. I wanted to remain where I was. The commander was suspicious, I suppose, but he made the request to the Regional Commander in Chief. My request was granted, and I remained the C.M.O of the institution. The new commander was very interested in our prisoners. I soon discovered he had some unique sexual preferences, which lost us some troublemakers, and freed up some cells. Of course I joined in with great enthusiasm in his endeavours, and we became partners, although Shaun was still very much in the picture. Gareth (my commander and lover) really did not mind Shaun and allowed me my fuck toy, all the time ensuring that Shaun came to no harm from himself or our fellow soldiers. Shaun still provided me with a great way to relieve my sexual tensions, while also being a friend. Yes, we became friends in time, and Shaun and I confided regularly with each other. Meanwhile Gareth led me into some deep scenes, which I enjoyed immensely because we could damage out subjects as much as we wished, and there were a steady stream of replacements in close proximity. I began to enjoy inflicting serious, prolonged pain on others for no reason other than my whim. This pleased my man, to see me toying with them. He would always tell me how much he regretted that they were all neutered by the time he got to play with them. I smiled, knowing that was one problem I could fix. I normally processed the prisoners alone, but I decided I would call him when the next one came through my door. It was first thing next morning when I got the call. I ran to my surgery, and called Gareth to come down from his office, as a new terrorist had been caught. I waited and almost immediately three soldiers came in, hauling another man between them. I recognised the fourth man, he was a soldier from our unit. I asked what was going on, and the first young soldier advised that the Lieutenant had been caught at a terrorist meeting planning a bomb attack. He was a double agent. Gareth came in and when appraised of the situation gave the young rebel a swift kick in the groin. My hard on was straining already. I knew there wouldn’t be surgery needed. In fact I knew this guy would be lucky to survive the process at all. What ever about a rebel, an officer who fraternised with the rebels was the lowest of the low. I injected the young man, (He was only 18 years old according to his dog tag), with the usual cocktail of drugs, which soon made him quite docile. We didn’t bother to strap him down. I felt sorry that by the end of this, there probably wouldn’t be anything left to snack on from his fine heavy looking testicles. Gareth was first to begin stripping him. Soon he ordered the three soldiers to help him. Before I knew it all four were naked and beginning to verbally and physically abuse the young man. I, meanwhile, looked up his file, and his last psychological report did state that he could have possible rebel sympathies as he mentioned it in passing to the psychologist. Well he was certainly getting his punishment. From my office chair I could see the three soldiers getting satisfaction raping and viciously beating the drugged rebel, while Gareth stood back and watched them. It didn’t take long for the young soldiers to satisfy themselves on the doped body of their ex-colleague. When they were dressed and dismissed, I knew it was now my turn to impress Gareth. I injected the boy with more drugs, to keep him aware, but still sedated enough, I started to play with the young guys balls. Easily, at first, just rubbing them. Then I went harder and began to put pressure on them. I could see Gareth getting more excited as the time went by. I turned the young dudes body around on the bed and attached some weights to the ball sac and let them drop. The ball sack just stretched out almost immediately. Thomas (our young captive) moaned, despite the painkillers. Gareth couldn’t constrain himself, and soon he was over kicking the weighted balls, and calling Thomas every name under the sun. I pulled him back and showed him a large hypodermic, which I then inserted into the right testicle. It was full of saline solution. I knew it would destroy the ball, but missing this feast was no loss, as it would please Gareth immensely. I injected slowly, but you could soon see the ball swell. In no time at all it went pop. Gareth was masturbating furiously, so I proceeded to the left testicle. I injected and it went pop almost at the same time as Gareth shot his load over my surgery floor. I left the boy there on the bed and went into my office with Gareth. Gareth was a huge guy, built like a tank. With his 6 foot 6 inches frame and muscular rugby player build, he made me feel very small, even though I was pretty well developed and muscled. I didn’t see it coming in the least, but soon Gareth had me over my desk and he was shoving his huge cock up my tight ass. It hurt like hell as he was extremely well hung, and I had never been fucked before. I was a top, and this pissed me off mightily. He was trying to make me his bitch. Soon he shot his boiling wad into my colon, and left as if nothing had happened. Something had though, and it only dawned on me as I tried to sit on my aching arse. I glanced at the boy’s file again, and looked at the soldier’s surname. It was Shaun’s brother. I ran out, but Thomas was dead. The beatings and abuse had left him with massive internal bleeding. I went into my office and cried. It was something I had never known. Thomas was a rebel in his own right. His family were always very pro-rebel. He on the other hand joined the army just 2 months ago. I kind of figured that he really wasn’t involved in plotting any bombing, but the fact he was there was alone enough to prove him guilty. He was probably there with another family member. It didn’t matter; he was guilty in the eyes of the army council. I wondered how I could break it to Shaun. I went to his cell, and somehow it just blurted out. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the whole story, I lied and told him he was injured to badly to save upon arrival. Shaun burst out crying, and I joined him. A few days later, one of the soldiers came to me and told me Shaun wished to speak with me. I had given him a few days to recover, paying only the briefest of visits to him. I told him to call for me anytime if he needed me. I went to his cell and he got straight to the point. He wanted me to contact the rebels for him. One of the soldiers had taunted him about his brother and that Gareth had had a hand in Thomas’ death. Inside I sighed relief. The soldiers did not know of the part I played in his demise. Shaun wanted him dead, painfully and the rebels could do it. I was horrified, but already my mind was working on a plan. Gareth fucked me like a bitch, and now revenge was due. A taste of his own medicine. I knew this could get me into serious shit, but I agreed. No cunt rapes me and gets away with it.