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Corporal Lewis was in trouble. No, that was putting it mildly. The handsome brown haired corporal was in a shit-load of trouble. During his leave time from the marines, on his vacation he had gone out to the bars in uniform. He was thinking that all decked out and spiffy in his uniform it would get him girls. Instead it had made him a target for some psychotic dude who had decided to get the drop on the man in uniform. XXXX as a skunk and none too bright at the moment Lewis had gone out to piss in an alley behind one of the bars because the bathroom was crowded and disgusting. The corporal did not relish the thought of his marine issued shoes stomping around in other men's piss on the bathroom floor of the bar.

Lewis had barely managed to pull his dick out to piss before he felt the butt of a pistol smash into the back of his head. His uniform cap hat took a lot of the blow, but everything exploded white, the corporal saw his hat go flying and then everything went black. As he lay there on the ground XXXX the man who had smashed him with the concealed item butt chuckled as the marine's cock let loose a torrent of piss all over the ground in front of him where he lay. When the marine was done pissing the man gently stuffed his pride and joy back into his olive colored uniform trousers. When he was done the hijacker licked his fingers, relishing the taste of the marine's manhood that lingered there.

When Lewis came to the first thing he noticed was that it was completely dark. The back of his head ached miserably. The second thing the corporal noticed was that when he tried to move around his hands were tied tightly behind his back. Lewis had no idea what was going on. He could feel himself moving and the sounds of an engine. He also detected an odor of gas. My God, he realized, he was in the trunk of a car. He had been XXXX somehow, a marine's worst nightmare made real. He thought about screaming out for help and perhaps kicking his feet against the trunk. But he quickly decided against those things, seeing as he did not know where he was, if there was anyone around who could come to his aid and what he might suffer in retaliation if he did try to attract unwanted attention.

When the car stopped and he heard the driver get out and open the trunk Lewis still could not see. He realized then that he was not only tied up but blindfolded as well.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't know who you are or what this is all about but you don't fuck with a marine!" Lewis shouted.

The only response he received was a punch to the gut.

"HOOOOOFFF!!!" the marine sputtered.

Lewis was pulled out of the trunk of the car and marched with his hands tied behind him, a length of rope tied over his upper torso pinning his arms to his sides and blindfolded into what he assumed was the basement of a house. He felt hands guiding him by his upper arms down a flight of stairs. Having regained some air Lewis tried yelling for help but a hand was clasped quickly and tightly over his mouth. Now the marine could only moan helplessly. Lewis continued struggling, hoping to get free but it was no use it seemed. The ropes were tied too tight. Once at the bottom of the stairs the marine's hijacker, losing patience gave his captive another hard punch to the gut.

"HOOOFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered a second time and collapsed to his knees, gasping for air.

But this time he was not given time to recover as a knee connected with his chin.

"ARRRHHHHH!!!" the marine yelped miserably.

"Don't think that just because I haven't killed you that I won't change my mind Soldier boy," Lewis heard a male voice say, sounding harsh.

"Fuck you man, I'm no soldier boy, I'm a marine and…" Lewis began but for his rant he received yet another knee to the chin. "ARRRHHHHHH!!! Fucker!!!"

"Marine, yeah, all the more reason I'm going to have some fun with you," the guy said, sounding psychotic now. "Do what I say man, or else! You understand?"

Lewis could only grunt his compliance. Being gut punched and kneed to the chin had shaken him. He barely put up a struggle as a foul tasting rag was pulled tightly between his teeth and tied around his head. The hijacker seemed to being taking pleasure in roughing Lewis up as he gagged him.

"Ha, I used this gag on the last man in uniform I had here Soldier boy," the hijacker laughed. "What you're tasting is his saliva and spit all over it…HA!!"

Lewis could feel the rag bight into the sides of his mouth as his captor tied it securely and cruelly tight. And what was that the guy had said about the gag having been used on the last man in uniform he had here??? What was this that Lewis had been thrust into he thought miserably. The marine let out a small moan, half pain and half anger in protest.

"Oh you like that Sunshine?" his captor asked mockingly. "Because I have more. I am going to make sure that that pretty mouth of yours is well gagged. I don't want to hear you whining when I start giving you orders.'

Lewis most definitely did not like the sound of that. He heard what sounded like tape being pulled off a roll and sure enough, the marine found his mouth being sealed shut. Awful of awfuls Lewis thought, now the rag was jammed in his mouth and every time he swallowed he would taste whoever's saliva it was on the rag. The guy had said it had been used to gag another man in uniform. Lewis thought miserably if the man in uniform before him had also been a marine trapped here. The marine then could feel his feet being pushed together and tightly bound.

"Okay Princess, you stay here and get comfortable," Lewis heard the guy say.

Princess??? Sunshine??? Somehow Lewis liked being called Soldier boy a lot more now.

"You're going to be tied up and gagged for a long while," the hijacker went on and Lewis' skin crawled. "You may as well get used to it. And don't try making any noise. I gagged you for a reason. You'll have plenty to cry about when the fun starts, trust me on that Soldier boy."

"MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis moaned and received a smack on the head.

Cowed now, he stayed silent. Only when he heard no more movement and was sure he was alone did he try to move. Lewis struggled against the ropes that bound his hands, chest and feet but they were mercilessly tight. The more he struggled the tighter his bonds seemed to get, if that were possible. The marine had no way of knowing how much time had passed when he finally stopped squirming and struggling. Blindfolded, the world was only a hazy blur of light and shadows that intruded under the bandanna covering his eyes.

Finally fatigued and hung over from all the drinks he had consumed earlier that evening Lewis gave up all his struggles. He rolled about for a while, hoping perhaps to find a way to get comfortable in his bondage. Eventually the marine thought he fell aXXXX.

He could not tell if he was dreaming at first. The sensory deprivation screwed with his mind. His head was filled with weird sensations, not to mention his head still smarted from having been pistol whipped earlier. The poor marine could not even tell when he was awake or aXXXX. But Lewis then felt his body being lifted up and his hands untied. Was he being rescued???

"Okay Petunia, rise and shine, the funs about to begin," Lewis heard the hijacker say and his heart sunk like the Titanic.

"Petunia???" Lewis said to himself. "Fucking Petunia???"

 

Corporal Lewis was soon completely untied and just as the last of the ropes were undone from his feet he decided he would pounce and really teach this fucker who had so brazenly XXXX him a lesson. The well-trained marine figured he would simply whip the blindfold off and pummel the guy. The gag, er- the gags would come off after he was done teaching whoever this dude was a lesson. Inwardly Lewis had hoped against hope that all this had been a sick and twisted joke played on him by some of his buddies in the service with him. But being pistol whipped over the head back in that alley was not a joke his buddies would have played on him. No, all of this was too real the young marine realized more and more.

Once the ropes were off his feet the hijacker kept Lewis gagged and blindfolded as he helped him to his feet to a standing position.

"MMMFFFFF!!!" Lewis sputtered angrily and pulled out of the man's grasp, thinking, "I'm not tied up now fucker!!"

But just as Lewis was about to, as he had thought, pummel the guy, the marine heard the click of a concealed item.

"It's pointing right at that nice muscular chest of yours Soldier boy," Lewis heard the guy say. "To be honest I don't want to bloody up that pretty uniform of yours, but if I have to I will."

The marine, terror stricken, froze in place and without thinking raised his hands high…

He whimpered miserably as he heard the hijacker chuckle.

"RHUUUU ru ahnt?" Lewis blubbered through his gag, trying to say, "What do you want?"

"HA, that's rich, trying to talk through two gags Soldier boy," the guy laughed and Lewis heard the concealed item click again.

The marine shivered in his shoes and socks.

"Trying to talk when I didn't even give you permission to do so," the guy said, sounding more and more psychotic now. "But I can understand your confusion over all of this, so this one time I will forgive you. As for what I want, ah, that is a good question and you are about to find out my pet. Because what I want is what you're presently wearing, your uniform.

"Rhy rhuniforn? Rar rhu rout ruv rhur ruckin' nine?" Lewis gurgled, clenching his raised hands into fists, trying to say, "My uniform? Are you out of your fucking mind?"

The man simply chuckled in response. Lewis wanted to tell him that there was no way he was taking his uniform off, but seeing as he was still helplessly in this man's power he really didn't see any way out of it.

"Now, I suppose there are a few ways we can go about this Soldier boy," the man said and again Lewis heard the click of the concealed item.

The marine's breath caught in his throat…

"I want you to do it blindfolded for me, somehow watching you strip out of your uniform that way will be very tantalizing, wouldn't you agree?" the man asked the captive marine in a mocking manner. "Putting a bullet in you really is the last thing I want to do, but as I said, if I have to I will. Another way to get you stripped is I can again bash you over the head with this concealed item and then strip you myself. Yes, that actually might be fun, handling that hard marine body of yours while I remove all your clothes. Just like it felt so good when I XXXX you out in that alley and carried you over my shoulder to my car, HA! I had you slung over my shoulder like a side of beef and one hand over that sweet tight ass of yours. Now, it's all up to you my pet, which way do you want to do this?"

Lewis wanted to be able to say: "Fuck you, I'm not your pet you fucking asshole," but he thought better of it and slowly lowered his arms. The marine began by unbuttoning his uniform jacket. He shucked it down his muscular arms and let it drop to the floor beside him. Very unbecoming for a marine he thought, dropping his pride and joy uniform to the floor.

"That's it Soldier boy, do it in sections," the guy said, now sounding scarily reasonable.

"Ruckin' rervert," Lewis muttered, trying to say, "Fucking pervert."

Obviously the marine was wondering miserably why he had been XXXX just so he could be made to do a striptease for whoever the fuck this guy was.

Next he undid the knot in his tie, dropped it to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt. He heard the hijacker taking deep breaths as he bared his muscular hairy chest.

"Fuck, the marines really do a job on getting you grunts in shape huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker said.

Lewis found himself nodding "Yes" and placed his hands over his stomach before taking his unbuttoned shirt off.

The guy brazenly gave one of the marine's big pink nipples a fast squeeze followed by a bottle-cap twist.

"MMMMFFF…" Lewis moaned and unhitched his uniform trousers.

He felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation as he slid his uniform trousers down his legs and off. Needlessly to say he nearly tripped and nearly lost his balance a few times as he de-panted himself. Stripping down while blindfolded was not an easy task the captive marine realized.

"Very nice Soldier boy, very nice indeed," Lewis heard the guy say as he now stood there in just a pair of gray boxer shorts and calf length black cotton socks.

Lewis wanted to ask the guy if he was some kind of crazy voyeur. He wondered if looking at the marine in his underpants and socks was giving him a cheap thrill of some kind. Fuck, XXXX a marine was not only a shitty ass thing to do to him, but it was against the law as well Lewis was thinking with his tortured mind. But XXXX him to strip out of his uniform, his pride and joy was beyond mortifying.

"Okay, now, back on the floor and hands behind you Soldier boy," Lewis heard the hijacker say and he groaned awfully as he felt his hands being retied once more behind him.

He sat there in his boxer shorts and socks, de-uniformed and feeling totally embarrassed, more embarrassed than he had ever felt in his life. Being captured like this was humiliating enough, he was just a marine out that night on the prowl for some beautiful women, but being XXXX to strip out of his uniform was beyong humiliating. He would rather have stripped for a couple of pretty ladies.

The marine sat with his legs crossed in front of him feeling awful and appalled as the guy, whoever the hell he was bound up his hands behind him again. Looking the scantily clad marine over the hijacker liked what he saw. He had to chuckle aloud when he saw the beginnings of an erection tenting the front of his captive's boxer shorts.

"Hmm, somehow I'm getting the feeling that you're enjoying all this huh Soldier boy?" the guy asked with a feeling of elation and an erection of his own in his pants.

Lewis nodded his head "No" furiously from side to side as his hands were done being bound behind him.

"That's a good chowder head," the guy laughed, tagging Lewis with yet another offensive sounding nickname. "See? If you cooperate nothing bad will happen to you. Well, maybe that's not one hundred percent correct, but trust me, it is far better that you cooperate because the punishments that I can administer can be far, far worse if you don't."

The guy stepped to the front of the seated marine and told him to stretch his legs out in front of him. With no choice whatsoever in the matter Corporal Lewis did as he was told.

"Here, let me get your socks off for you, I'll be needing them as well as the rest of your uniform Soldier boy," the hijacker said and peeled Lewis' moist and funky scented black cotton socks from his feet.

Clad now in just his boxer shorts Lewis felt just about totally put on display. He wondered if the guy would help himself to his underpants as well, JEEZ!

"Now, I've always wanted to be a man in uniform," Lewis heard his captor say as the guy got busy retying his bared feet. "Now here is my chance huh Chowder head?"

The marine simply stared in blindfolded darkness at the direction the voice was coming from. He then sensed his pile of clothing being picked up. What did this fucking weird and sick guy mean that he had always wanted to be a man in uniform??? What in all hell was going on here??? The marine squirmed and seethed in his bondage as the sounds of someone getting undressed filled the room…

 

As captured marine Corporal Lewis squirmed around on the floor in bondage, wearing only his boxer shorts, a blindfold and two gags he listened for the sounds of his captor. The marine heard a pair of shoes clonking to the floor followed by the sounds of pants being unhitched and then slid down a pair of legs. What in all hell was this about? He had been captured in an alley when he'd gone to take a piss, brought blindfolded and bound to an unknown destination and then XXXX to strip at concealed itempoint out of his uniform while blindfolded. Now he heard the man who had captured him getting undressed himself. Was he planning perhaps to XXXX the marine Corporal Lewis wondered in fear. If that was the case and he was feeling fear why in all hell was his cock rock hard in his boxer shorts then???

Unknown to the squirming and bound up, gagged and blindfolded marine the man who had captured him was indeed removing his own clothing. He stripped down to his underpants and then looked over at the tied up marine, his exceptionally well-toned body as he pulled on the corporal's black socks. The man's dick throbbed in his underpants as he next helped himself to the marine's uniform trousers.

A short while later Corporal Lewis, straightened up into a seated position on the floor once more felt the man hunkered down beside him.

"You ready for this Soldier boy? You ready to see what I've wrought tonight my chowder head?" the hijacker asked, his fingers toying meanly with the side of Lewis' blindfold.

"MMMFFF…" was Lewis' reply.

"Perfect, this is all so very perfect," the hijacker said breathlessly and placed a hand over Lewis' blindfold, pushing it up slowly till it became a regular bandanna tied around the corporal's head.

When Lewis' eyes adjusted back to the light of the room he saw first that he was indeed in a basement of some kind. The next thing he took in the sight of caused his eyes to open wide in total shock. His captor, the man who had so brazenly managed to capture him was wearing his uniform.

"MMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Corporal Lewis sputtered madly, seeing this guy, who was the same size and build of him wearing his uniform.

It was a disgrace to put it plainly. He had earned the right to wear that uniform. He had suffered through hours upon hours and months and months of PT training to earn the right to wear that uniform. Now this grinning psycho was wearing it and he was wearing nothing more than his underpants. The fucker had even taken his damned socks for crying out loud.

"Har, Har, Har, and har for you my chowder head," the hijacker chuckled as Lewis stared at him in fear and awe.

With the right haircut this guy could actually pose as him Lewis thought, the possibility of it was enormously frightening. The guy was still hunkered down next to the captured marine, one hand resting gently on his shoulder the other toying with the marine's nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, mashing it, twisting it.

"Hmm, bet you're wondering why in hell I'm all dudied up in your pretty uniform huh Soldier boy?" the hijacker asked with a grin.

"MMMMMFFFF…" Corporal Lewis groaned, chills coursing through him as the man toyed with his nipple.

"Our roles have just been reversed here tonight Chowder head, fuckin' soldier boy," the guy mused with a sinister looking glint in his eyes. "When I saw you at the bar tonight it could not have been more perfect. I know all about the secret project called "The Red Raven" that the army is working on."

At the mention of "The Red Raven" Corporal Lewis' eyes opened wider yet. How had this guy, a goddamned civilian learned of that very secret, very top secret project???

"Dressed in your uniform and with your haircut that I intend to get first thing tomorrow and with your military ID I will be able to infiltrate any military base and learn all I need to know about "Red Raven," Lewis' captor said and finally let go of the corporal's nipple. "Once I've obtained the information from a military computer I'll be able to sell it to the highest bidder."

Lewis watched, sitting there tightly tied as the man stood up and stepped to the stairs that led out of the basement.

"As for you my handsome corporal, that is a whole other story I'm sure," the man said. "Because once I've sold that information I'm sure the military will issue a court martial order for you… Hmm, maybe after all this is done I should sell you to the highest bidder as well…"

"RRRRMMMFFFFFF!!!!" Lewis screamed into his gag and then watched forlornly as the man made his way up the steps and out of the basement.

The sound of the door to the basement closing and locking filled the captured marine with a dread he never knew before…

 

 

The End?????

 

Out of Uniform

 

 

 

Lewis played Mike

 

The hijacker played by Mitch

 

Photography by Caitiff

 

Date of Production: 2/13/2007

Tags: story, stripped, dominated, blindfold, tape gag, muscle,tying, bare feet, underwear, hairy chest