was so sore that I could hardly walk.

During all this abuse, Pete and I got very hard due to the aphrodisiac that we had drank, as well as the constant rubbing against our prostrates every time a cock slammed into us. The soldiers wanted us to fuck each other, but we refused, and they didn’t press the issue.

At long last, they had had enough, and we were allowed to get some sleep. The next morning we showered, had breakfast, and were allowed to go. Shuffling along rather than walking, our bottoms still stretched and sore from the fucking that we had received, our mouths still tasting the gallons of hot cum that we had swallowed.

It wasn't until we got home to England that we realized that the soldiers had borrowed our cameras and had photographed our ordeal. When we transferred them to our computer we saw snap after snap of Pete and I being spanked, Pete and I sucking cock, Pete and I being shagged, Pete and I sucking and being shagged at the same time. Luckily, we managed to delete the pictorial record of our gangbang before our parents saw the offending snaps.