HOT GAY SEX::: International Gay Peace Brigades

If they wanted to inspire men to hate and kill, letting gays into the armed
services of many countries was the wrong thing to do. Not only was
discipline disrupted in the barracks, with gay soldiers climbing into bed
with their comrades, and with officers, but on the battlefield, they were
fraternizing with the enemy.

In fact it was highly organized by a group called the International Gay
Peace Brigades. This was what the military of many countries regarded as a dangerous subversive group of pacifist homosexuals who deliberately tried to re-direct the aggressive attitude of many heterosexual men who got an almost sexual thrill out of violence. The weapons of war were all phallic shaped, and always have been. From the sword, thru daggers, bullets to missiles. Like the penis, they are made to penetrate. The IGPB believe war and violence was a substitute for gay sex, the natural desire to sexually
penetrate another man repressed and warped into fatal penetration by these
phallic symbols. Heterosexual men got erections and even orgasms from
killing, and this was wrong. They shouldn’t be getting sexual excitement this way. Anymore than that notorious hanging judge should have got orgasms when sentencing young men to the gallows.

So the IGPB encouraged military men to penetrate other men not with these
lethal weapons, but with their penises, to make love not war, to give
pleasure rather than inflict mortal wounds. A bit of consensual S&M was
fine, but limits must be respected – after all, submitting to authority or
to a conquering army of butch men was the fantasy of many a gay man.

Morale was completely undermined when members of the IGPB joined the
military services of many countries. Not only did they not want to fight
and kill, but many of them were passive gays who would love to be conquered and made to serve their masters, while others wanted to dominate.

A code was worked out so not only could gays recognize each other, but
those into S&M sex could distinguish who was willing to be a slave and who
was a master. This worked in the barracks, and also on the battlefield.

This created absolute havoc in the armies of the world. Officers were
becoming slaves to men in the ranks, crawling around like dogs on leads,
made to lick their boots, suck penises, even drink their piss sometimes. Of
course heterosexual men joined in, they loved having an officer lick their
boots, and after all, a mouth is a mouth if you’re watching a straight
porno film while an officer is giving you a blow job.

Another section of the IGPB just camped it up all the time. Ordered to
march on the parade ground, they just minced around, admiring the straight men’s bulging muscles and stroking their cocks saying: ‘Ooh I say, you’ve got a big weapon dearie!’ and things like that, even to officers
sometimes. The sergeant major would bawl them out of course, but they’d
just flutter their eyelids and say: ‘Ooh, you’re so butch, sergeant
major. How do you want me, lying down with my legs in the air or bending over?’ Or they might say: ‘Ooh, get her! Who do you think you’re fooling, duckie. I saw you sucking fifteen privates’ cocks last night.’

On the battlefield, in hand-to-hand fighting, the IGPB members on both
sides recognized each other thru the secret codes and responded
accordingly, ignoring instructions from their respective officers, unless,
of course, they too were IGPB members, which many were. For instance one IGPB officer ordered his brigade to be captured by the enemy and serve them as fuck and suck slaves, while another ordered his platoon to capture men from the other side and enslave them (the IGPB group in the opposing forces
being all too willing to serve.)

Individual IGPB members also recognized themselves both in the barracks and
on the battlefield, and if coming into a situation of hand-to-hand combat
would instead end up either kissing and making love, or if they didn’t
actually fancy each other, shaking hands and giving each other a friendly
hug.

Of course frequently they came up against a violent heterosexual, so they’d
just throw down their weapons and surrender immediately. Some were killed
anyway, but that was their sacrifice in the cause of peace, but many were
simply captured and were happy to be POWs and to serve their captors in any
way they wanted.

IGPB members would never get themselves into situations where they were
killing by remote control, such as firing torpedos from ships, missiles on
the battlefield, or shooting down other planes. If ordered to do so they’d
simply refuse, and this caused so much chaos as they were then all put in
the brig or glasshouse and started having orgies in there, often corrupting
the guards. You can imagine the chaos this would cause on a ship or a
submarine. Yes, it could be fatal if the other ship or submarine fired
first, but they too had been infiltrated by pacifist IGPB members who
refused orders, so wars were becoming impossible to fight. Gay men and
pacifists in the world’s armed services were so numerous, and were refusing
all orders from heterosexuals, and just doing what they liked or taking
orders from the IGPB or the leaders of other pacifist organizations. It was
absolute mayhem.

The Falklands situation had flared up again, and Argentinean and British
ships were circling each other in that area.

‘What are we going to do about this situation?’ said the Field Marshal in
the Ministry of Defence. ‘I can’t control my men any more, the IGPB and
pacifist peace brigades have infiltrated every regiment. Only last week a
whole platoon supposed to be defending the Falklands invited a brigade from
the Argentinean army to come over and reclaim part of the Malvinas, and now
the Argentinean flag is flying there and our soldiers are sucking the
Argies cocks and taking orders from them. They’re having a whale of a time,
but the islanders are up in arms about it.’

‘I know,’ said the Minister, ‘and sailors on an Argie ship patrolling off
their coastline just yesterday raised a white flag, pulled up alongside one
of our naval vessels, and their sailors are now serving our ones. Gays are
falling over themselves to join up and either suck Argie cocks or have
Argies suck their cocks, and sailors of both navies are fucking each other
all over the islands and on the ships. We have no control any more.’

‘Same in Afghanistan,’ said the Field Marshal. ‘The Taliban War Lords who
had young boys serving them sexually are now finding 18 year old British
Army lads surrendering to them and becoming their willing slaves. While
some of the young male Afghans from the other side are surrendering to the
British Army and becoming their fuck boys.’

‘I’m afraid the old pacifist saying is coming true,’ reflected the Field
Marshal sadly. ‘Wars will cease when men refuse to fight. Or that old
hippie saying, make love not war’.

‘Or as Lenin said, turn your guns on your own officers,’ said the
Minister. ‘Only what’s happening now is they are using their penises as
weapons and officers are falling to their knees or bending over to
accommodate them. Who’s silly idea was it to let gays into the military
anyway?’

‘I don’t know, I think it was the EU who forced our government,’ said the
Field Marshal. ‘And there’s worse. The Argies have just set up a Male Rape
Camp near Buenos Aires and our soldiers and sailors are falling over
themselves to surrender and be taken there and gang raped daily.’

‘Oh this is absolute madness,’ said the Minister. ‘I’m going to resign
tomorrow, or ask the PM to transfer me to another Ministry.

‘Not so fast, Minister,’ said the Field Marshal. ‘First get on your fuckin’
knees and suck me off!’

‘Oh… I mean… Yes sir! At once sir! I always obey a man in uniform
sir. Must I swallow sir? said the junior Minister, falling to his knees
before the handsome Field Marshal.

‘Yes you fuckin’ must, swallow my whole orgasm. Why should those boys out
in the Falklands have all the fun?’

‘Mmmm, lovely cock, sir! Are you going to fuck me sir?’

‘Just suck it, your Prime Minister is already fucking the whole
country. But if you suck good, I might fuck you up the arse tomorrow!’

‘Thank you sir, mmmm, oh it is a big cock!’

The Field Marshal whacked the junior Minister on the buttocks with his
stick.

‘Get on with it, and don’t talk with your mouth full, didn’t your mother
tell you it’s rude? Suck me good and then swallow my load!’

‘Mmmmmm…………’

Minutes later the junior Minister emerged from his office with the Field
Marshal’s spunk all over his face and lips. His male secretary just smirked
and said: ‘I see you had a productive meeting with the Field Marshal, sir!’

‘Yes, very productive, Robertson,’ said the junior Minister. ‘Would you
care to lick his cum off my face, I have to meet the PM in an hour?’

‘Certainly, sir,’ said Robertson, and seconds later the Minister and his
male secretary were licking, kissing and making love like sensible men all
over the world.

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