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   “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.