The GAME-Part 2 : "BEATING THE CLOCK" In Part 1, a captured Mercenary Soldier of Fortune is forced to accept the terms of a little game proposed by his captors whom he's dubbed "The Generalissimos".The game is called "YOU SHOOT OR WE SHOOT". If he can being himself to orgasm in two hot minutes while The Generalissimos watch, he can live on. If not, they'll shoot him. (The alternative to playing their game is not good: being tossed booted, bound and gagged into the deep end of their officers' club swimming pool.) The ever resourceful Von Rath relies on a private sex fantasy the Generalissimos would never guess he'd have - unless they got a look at the pair of video clips below!

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I needed a fantasy that could get me off real quick. This, after all was war! Like many men who dominate most situations in real life, I can really get off on fantasies where I'm the one who's being dominated. The more unworthy the one I conjure up to put me down, control me, strip me, the more I'm turned on.( But woe to the sucker who would ever try to pull this shit on me in real life.)

VIDEO CLIPS ILLUSTRATE THE FANTASY DESCRIBED IN STORY TEXT

I didn't have time to think up a fancy fantasy plot line. The Generalissimos untied my wrists and started their clock countdown to my command performance orgasm even before I got their ropes off my ankles..

I drew up a quick imaginary picture of myself with all my considerable personal defenses knocked down. More specifically, I pictured myself knocked out cold, which for me is like he ultimate in defenslessness. Didn't matter how I got zonked. Then along comes some little twerp, unworthy to even lick my boots, let alone take 'em from me.

As my real-life captors start their clock giving me two minutes to shoot my load or die young trying, I concentrate on putting this fantasy twerp-character I've conjured up to work stripping me & messin' with me.

He picks up both my feet and presses them against his crotch while he fumbles with my boot laces. While this twerp struggles to get my boots off me , he's lookin' down at me. He can't help admiring the outline of my nipples and my pecs through my tight, sweaty t-shirt. He starts to get high (and so do I) on the idea that my powerful body is now at his mercy. I'm his toy.

I don't know why that scene turns me on, but it always works. My real life captors can see I'm sporting an instant hard on. They don't know why. Probably figure I'm seeing myslf screwin' some whore. I've only got a minute and a half now to shoot my load, gotta move this fantasy along! GET IT ON!

I picture the twerp gets one of my boots pulled off , but he's so hot to get his hands on my hard body, he leaves me still wearin' one boot. He jerks me up by my shoulders. My head rolls off limply to one side as he works to pull up my shirt so he can feel up my rock hard tits.

The Generalissimos can tell already that I'm closing in on a climax. The harder my cock gets, the more respect they're gaining for what they assume is my great military concentration. Yeah! Concentrate!There's only about a minute to go.

I imagine how the twerp who's been starting to strip me must be really hot now to take full control of me. I imagine what a big man he feels like as he yanks down my camo pants and grabs a hold of my sweat stained underwear. One more tug and he gets a large charge out of seeing my cock obediently roll out as if surrendering itself to him. He fondles it with one hand, while with the other, he gropes my balls.

The Generalissimo tells me I now have exactly 45-seconds to shoot my load for him or he'll have to shoot me.

I concentrate on how my fantasy twerp is now getting off big time stroking and fondling my balls, like he's claiming possession of my manhood. His fascination with my testicals turns me on totally!

Suddenly I realize with a rush that I have the game won! I can shoot my load right now and end it. But I hold back. Though they donl't know it, the Generalissimos' game is now being played by my rules, and I want my imaginary twerp to have at me for a few more seconds.

IT'S WEIRD HOW I CAN SIMULTANEOUSLY BE TURNED ON BY IMAGINING MYSELF BEING TOTALLY DEFENSELESS AND TRASHED WHILE I AM GETTING AN EQUALLY SAVAGE HIGH KNOWING THAT IN THE REAL WORLD I TOTALLY RULE! -- I WILL SAVOR THE TENTION AS IT BUILDS RIGHT UP UNTIL THE LAST SECOND.

My fantasy twerp starts pulling my other boot of me. He rolls my sweat soaked sox off my feet. He goes for my toes, spreading them apart caressing them......
It's just as he's rolling my naked, body over, and I'm feeling his hands on my bubble butt.,that I LET GO..........WOW! POW!!!

The image of the twerp instantly fades and disintegrates as I EXPLODE!! Yeah, I've beat the clock-- but now there is no clock. I'm suspended out of time. I'm just SHOOTING AND SHOOTING AND SHOOTING! I OWN THEM ALL! I ALWAYS HAVE! I ALWAYS WILL!!

Then, very slowly, I'm re-entering time. I welcome reality. I look my real-world captors in the eye and nod at them with a smile. I note with satisfaction the fresh cum glistening on the uniforms of those Generalissimos who had closed in around me for a better look. . I may be covered in sweat and exhausted, but, as is my habit in the real-world, I RULE! I have beat these twerps at their own game..... with a little help from an imaginary twerp they don't really need to know about.

The Generalissimos are impressed! "You're actually one of the few to ever to survive the first round, young man."

"What the fuck do you mean the FIRST round? " I ask.

"Oh, didn't we tell you? It's the best three out of five. Rest up. We'll play our game with you again in precisely five minutes.