On the Field of Battle - Part 3

On the Field of Battle - Part 3
A variety of short tales from the myriad battlefields past, present, future, factual or fanciful. Mankind doing what it seems to do so often, and oh, so very well.
__________________________________________________Beach Patrol
Cody loved everything about shore patrol duty. Drive up the shore for half an hour, South for an hour and back north for another half hour. Keep in radio contact and report anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. Avoid any contact with the enemy, if possible or call for backup to take them out. Two patrols per day for him with a two hour break in between patrols while another rider runs.

In the past two months the patrols had lost several men. Sometimes they would disappear without a trace, sometimes the bodies or motorcycles were found, but the losses had caused them to double up on the patrols. Another rider was about fifteen minutes ahead of him and another was about that far behind.

This morning was a close call. He had been on his first patrol when he was attacked by a coastal invader. He had just rounded a bend in the shoreline and spotted something dark and shiny ahead. As he stopped his bike and started to dismount he felt a stinging pain in his wrist. He had just been shot with a bolt from a mini crossbow.
"This is Cody, I'm under attack!" he shouted into his helmet radio.
"Hang on, I'm coming..." Kev replied in his ear.
Without hesitation, Cody drew his katana and charged the attacker as he attempted to reload his crossbow. With no time to reload, he pulled his knife and slashed at Cody's throat as he got close, knocking Cody's helmet to the ground. He slashed again. Blocking the slash with his arm but losing his grip on his sword, Cody followed through with a powerful uppercut to the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to gasp for breath. While he was still struggling to breathe, Cody grabbed at the knife and twisted it out of his hand.

With one swift arcing motion, Cody brought the knife around and drove the full length of the long blade up under his ribcage. The attacker gasped and grabbed hold of Cody for support. He looked down at the handle of his knife. Cody grabbed the handle again and pushed it into his attacker's body with enough force to shove him backwards. The black suited attacker fell onto the beach groaning with pain. Cody stood over him watching as he lay dying. His crotch bulge grew as his cock swelled and snaked to one side inside the rubber suit. Moaning with pain and wild erotic pleasure, the dying man writhed on the wet sand. Cody could feel his own meat swelling as he watched the strong, handsome body struggling to breathe inside the black rubber suit.
"What's your name?" Cody asked.
"Dean... Unhhh..."
"My name is Cody, Dean, I thought you might want to know."
"I can't get up..." Dean gasped.
"Good thing. If you did, I'd have to stab you again."
"What are you going to do with me?" Dean asked.
"I am going to watch you die. Actually you're doing quite well." Cody said pointing to Dean's bulging crotch. "You're almost ready." "How's the knife feel?"
"...hurts, hurts a lot." Dean gasped.
"If I pull it out you'll die right away, If I leave it alone you'll go slower."
"Please, no." He gasped. "Don't pull it."
Kneeling down beside the dying man, Cody admired the handsome face and muscular form wrapped in the shiny black suit. "Looks like you're about to erupt." Cody said.
"Hurts!" he replied.
"Let me help." Cody offered.
"No! What are you going to do??" Dean asked, fear and pain contorting his face.
"Just this." Cody answered as he gently grabbed Dean's thick shaft and began to massage it slowly through the thick rubber suit. "I shouldn't do this for you, after all, you shot me with that dammed little crossbow of yours."
"You would have killed me if you had seen me first anyways, What choice do we have? We are at war." Dean answered.
"Shut up and hold still" Cody said, massaging a little faster and harder.
"Unh! Ooh! Oh, god!" "Ahhhhh, Unh Unh Unh Aghhhh!"
Dean's manhood erupted inside the suit, pumping huge amounts of thick, slippery cum into the confined space. As the cum spread, the pumping shaft started slipping around easily as Dean shuddered and convulsed with powerful erotic spasms. The movement caused the knife wound to tear open Dean's insides and hasten the inevitable end. The first little trickle of blood managed to leak out of the stab wound as the suit began to fill with blood inside.
"Oh god! ooohhh! Unhhh. I'm going..."
"You're not alone, I'm here." Cody answered.
"Thank you. That helps somehow." Dean said as he squeezed tightly on Cody's arm.
"Uuuhhhhhhh...."In a moment he was gone. His glistening, black sheathed body lay still, his head dropped to the sand and his hands fell to his sides. His pain, fears and cares were now gone forever. Cody shook his head at the spectacle before him. One minute he wanted to kill this man that wanted to take his life, and the next he had pity and regrets for the loss of what could have been a friend in another reality.
As the adrenaline in his system started to subside, he started shivering as if he were chilled. Cody reached for his cock to masturbate over his fallen enemy or lost friend. Stroking hard he quickly came to climax, pumping his load onto the black rubber. "Best tribute I can give you now." Cody said, tucking his meat back into his leathers. He knelt down and patted the dead man's shoulder. "Goodbye, my friend."
As Cody stood, the sound of a motorcycle approaching caught his ears.
"You OK?" The rider asked as he approached. "You didn't answer my calls on the radio.
Cody pointed to his helmet lying in the sand.
"Looks like you took care of him. You alright?"
"You might say that."
"Shit! Lock at that cock! He's hung as big as you are." Kev hooted. "I see you blew your wad on him too."
"What are you saying?" Cody asked.
"Just that you could have waited for me to get here." Kev smiled. "I could have joined in."
"Sorry, maybe next time."
"Hey, you're bleeding. Did he get you too?"
"A little." Cody answered as he pulled some bandages from his med kit and started wrapping his wounded wrist. "I'll be OK."

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This afternoon was hot. His leathers were stowed in his cycle and he was stripped to his trunks. The hot sun beat down on him as he rode in the ocean breeze but the air felt good as he drove up the beach.

Still sore from this morning's attack, Cody slowed as he rounded the bend where he and Dean met this morning. The beach was clear and there was no sign of what had happened earlier in the day,no bodies, no blood, not even tracks in the sand, all traces washed away with the tide.
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Dean's body and gear had been brought to the camp for examination and equipment salvage shortly after Cody got back from his patrol. He stood and watched as they unloaded the body onto a table, the handle of his knife still sticking out of the rubber suit.
Several members of the team self consciously adjusted their crotches as they started getting stiff at the sight of the muscular, hung young warrior with that blade deep inside his rubber suited form. Cody couldn't help getting aroused at the sight either.
"Can I have his knife?" Cody asked.
"Sure, Take it." The Colonel answered. "You earned it."
Cody unstrapped the sheath from Dean's leg and laid it on the table beside his body. As he grabbed the knife handle, he remembered the sensations as he drove the blade in and the grimace on Dean's face.
Pulling on the handle, the rubber clad body slid toward the edge of the table. Placing his hand on Dean's firm abdomen he pushed him back toward the center while dislodging the blade from his ribs. A thick flow of nearly black blood followed the blade out through the narrow slit pooling on the table beside the still slab of meat.
"When I heard your call on the radio, I was afraid it might be your day to die." Kev said as they walked out together.
"You never know," Cody answered, "it might still be."
"Don't say that." Kev said. "I don't want to lose you. I've got plans for us later tonight, I mean if you want to..."
"I don't want to lose you either." Cody said, giving him a quick one armed hug across the shoulders as they walked out together. "Meet you at the usual place after our shift?" Cody asked.
"At the gym, then back to my place. I've got to get back." Kev said. "I've got a patrol again this afternoon."
"Me too." Cody smiled. "See you at the rendezvous point."
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Cody continued up the beach, watching for any signs of incursion but found none.
At the turn around point, Cody stopped and watched up the beach.
"I'm here, awaiting visual contact." he said into his helmet radio.
The silence from his earpiece was deafening.
"Ocean Rider Seven calling Sea Watch Nine, Kev, do you copy?"
Still nothing.
"Ocean Rider Base, this is Ocean Rider Seven, I have no response from Sea Watch Nine. I am at the rendezvous point. No radio, no visual. Request permission to proceed to see if I can find him."
"OR7, O R Base here. Negative. Stay where you are until backup arrives."
"Roger that!" Cody answered. "Hurry!"
Drumming is fingers nervously, Cody strained to see any sign of movement up the beach. He knew that at top speed the backup from either base would be ten minutes away.
"Screw this, I'm moving up." he said. "He might be in real trouble."
"Negative Rider Seven, Hold your position."
"What? Your signal's breaking up. Can't hear you." Cody responded as he started moving up the beach. "Try again later."
He knew he would be in trouble but he couldn't leave his friend out there all alone.

Not too far from where he was waiting, Cody could see the bright green of Kev's motorcycle laying in the sand.
"Shit." "This is Ocean Rider Seven. I have a visual on Kev's bike just over a mile from the rendezvous point. It's laying on it's side in the sand. I don't see him yet."
He slowed to a crawl as he scanned the shore and the water for any sight of his friend.
"Kevin! Kev, it's Cody, where are you?! Answer me."
Just then he spotted something in the water just a little farther up.
"Kev!!" he shouted, "Oh shit, Kev."
"I see him!" Cody shouted into the radio. "He's in the water."
Jumping off his bike and wading out into the water, Cody could see his friend bobbing about in the surf. The water was only knee deep as he waded out toward him. The foaming, splashing water was stained red around Kev's body. Grabbing him by his ankle, he started pulling him toward shore. Rolling him over to get his face out of the water, Cody's heart sank at the grisly sight before him.

Kevin's body was slashed wide open, intestines dangled from the huge wound. Two more stab wounds were bleeding between the gut wound and the all too familiar looking handle of the blade embedded in his heart.

"Kevin...!" Cody moaned. "Who did this to you?" The answer came with painful swiftness as he felt the searing pain of a sword ripping through his lower back and jutting out of his left side.
The attacker had run up on him, unheard in the noisy surf. As the blade was ripped out, Cody whirled around and smashed his elbow into his attacker's solar plexus, knocking him back into the foamy water.
Running to his bike as fast as he could manage, Cody grabbed his katana from it's scabbard and turned to face his attacker, now only a couple of steps behind him.
"Gaaaahhhhhh!" Cody gasped as the blade gored him just above his navel. Looking down at the sword, Cody saw that he had been stabbed with Kevin's sword, freshly looted from his friend's body. The attacker ripped the blade out with a twisting motion and a wild laugh.
"Unhhhh!"
"Eat this, fucker!" Cody snarled as he thrust his blade into the attacker's ribcage.
"Agh!" Almost immediately the wounded attacker stabbed his blade, again, into Cody's bare chest.
Drawing his sword back from his attacker, Cody watched as he fell to the ground, bleeding from the upward thrust that must have sliced both his heart and lungs.
Cody felt his throbbing manhood swelling as he sank to the sandy beach on his knees. He looked down and stared at the handle of Kev's katana that was now only about ten inches from his chest with the rest of it's thirty inch length through him and out his back.
"At least it's Kevin's..." he said out loud. "Wish it had been you that did it Kev..."
A weak cough and a gasp caught his attention. His attacker was breathing his last in the sand in front of him.
"We have killed each other." Cody said. "Today we both die."
The still figure did not answer.
"Looks like you beat me through death's door." he gasped, "I'll be with you soon."

Cody started to fall to his side, trying hard to avoid falling on the blade or handle of the katana. As he lay he could see Kev's body rocking back and forth as the waves washed against him in the foaming surf. Nearer to him was the still body of the man who had killed his friend, now dead by Cody's sword. His wound no longer bleeding, the soldier lay on his back a few feet away, slim and handsome, and obviously a deadly fighter.

"Unhhhh!" Cody groaned as he lay on his side in thee sand. His eyesight fading he realized that he had often dreamed of dying like this. Killed in battle while scoring kills against his enemy. Better yet, he got to avenge the death of his best friend before he fell.

His manhood ached to expel his load. His body convulsed as the sexual spasms filled his trunks with hot, thick cum. Jerking and shaking, the blade in his chest sawed through more flesh and started bleeding much faster.

Thinking of his friend, He fantasized about being stabbed as Kevin was being stabbed by him. In his mind they fell together into the churning surf. His final load now completely expelled, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his dreams.

On the field of Battle - Part 1
On the field of Battle - Part 2
On the field of Battle - Part 3
On the Field of Battle - Part 4

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