EXTRACT FOR
Unconditional Surrender
(Jack Brighton)

   "One of two things can happen now," the soldier growled into Liam's ear. "You will either answer my questions without telling me more lies... or things can get nasty... and believe me, British man, I can be very, very, nasty. But perhaps you already know that!"

   Liam shuddered. Yes, he knew that all too well. He had seen him in action. He had witnessed his violence and the pleasure he took in it. He had seen him thrash a lad's ass... and he had seen him fuck him and eat out his hole; giving the lad so much pleasure, mingled with pain; giving him that cock, that beautiful cock. And here he was now with a gun in one hand and a fistful of Liam's hair in another. He was standing so close Liam could smell his odour ??" an earthy musk that made Liam weak at the knees, drunk on its manly richness. His threat was clear, and Liam's fear was real, yet it wasn't entirely unwelcome. That adrenalin buzz was ripping through him, a hit so powerful, like nothing he had ever encountered ??" nothing had come remotely close. And in his twisted attraction for this military brute, a frailty was exposed and Liam was losing all reason.

   "You wouldn't dare!" Liam snarled back at him, goading him again. "I'm a British subject. I carry a British passport. Do you know what it says on it?"

   "Why don't you tell me, British man... or even better... let me read for myself."

   The officer turned so that his unshaven face rubbed slowly against Liam's own stubbled cheek. He made a show of smelling his hair, breathing against Liam as he did so. Then placing his gun back in the holster, he used the free hand to slide over Liam's hips in search of coat pockets. He didn't find anything in them, so he searched the trousers, grinning at Liam's dubious moan as he felt up Liam's ass whilst searching the back pockets. Then moving to the front, he felt the outline of something concealed in the right pocket and slid his hand inside.

   "Please don't! Let me get it for you." Liam pleaded as the officer's big hand pushed inwards.

   The soldier paid Liam no heed, forcing his hand in, but he didn't go immediately for the item within his pocket. Instead his strong hand wrapped around Liam's throbbing erection, laughing under his breath as he felt Liam's treacherous arousal.

   "My my ??" you are enjoying this!" growled the soldier through his sniggers. "A girlfriend indeed! I don't think so. You prefer men. Big nasty men with big nasty cocks to go up your British bum!" 

     Liam was powerless to reply, and was in no state to deny it. Nor did he protest at the liberty being taken as he was thoroughly enjoying what the officer was doing. For over a minute the man fondled Liam though the material of the pockets, stroking and grappling with the rigid meat as he taunted and mocked. Then finally he released Liam's achingly hard shaft and smiled triumphantly as he pulled the hand out and revealed Liam's passport.