Third and final installment! Enjoy! ------------------------------------- "Maggot!" the Soldier hollered in frustration. "What is the meaning of this? Hands off my rocks!" "Nyet," the Communist's eyes had an evil gleam. "Doktor will say when is time." "That Nazi is not in my balls' chain of command! Let go of my meat!" "Nyet," the Russian repeated. "I say before, be patient." He scissored his fingers inside the American's ass and lowered his head to lick his cock, still not relaxing his vise-grip on the man's balls. The Soldier's cries took on a frantic urgency. The Engineer's attention was torn between the Medic and the Soldier. The man underneath him was providing the sensation, but the true stimulation was coming from the sight, the sound, the thought of the Soldier. He caught a glimpse of the man's face, heard his ragged groan as the Heavy toyed with him. "Jesus, Doc, I'm gonna-" "You are not." The Medic snaked out from under him, leaving him panting. "Heavy, it is time." The big man was methodical about disengaging himself from the American. He took his mouth of the Soldier's cock, then his fingers from the man's ass. Only then did he release his stranglehold on the Soldier's testicles. The American groaned and shuddered, staring at the Engineer in desperate need. "Go to him," the Medic prompted, "and come to me, mein lieber Herr." He opened his arms to the Heavy. The Heavy and the Engineer switched places. The Medic and Heavy took each other with practised ease and murmured endearments. The Medic locked his ankles around his lover's waist, sighing in pleasure. The Engineer, however, hesitated for a moment in front of the Soldier. The brawny man was still half-dressed, coat pulled open, pants around his ankles. "Stop gawping and do me, Tex!" the Soldier barked, trying to grab at the Engineer's T-shirt. "No sir. If we're doin' this, we're doin' it proper." The Texan stripped off his shirt, boots, coveralls and boxers in record time, then started in on the Soldier's uniform. He stripped off the taller man's coat and undershirt, kissing every inch of skin revealed, revelling in the roughness of the man's hairy chest. "Boy howdy," he said as he pulled off the Soldier's boots and pants to stand together in perfect nakedness. "Never thought I'd see the day." He slathered a handful of grease onto his cock, then stroked some onto the Soldier. "You ready?" "Please," the Soldier muttered the unfamiliar word. "Please, please." The Engineer's eyes rolled back in his head as he held onto the other man's hips and guided himself in. Fucking the Doc had been good, but this was everything his soul had craved. Apparently the Soldier felt the same way as he groaned and pulled the Engineer closer. They cried out in unison with every thrust. "Doktor has best plans," the Heavy murmured, thrusting leisurely. "Danke, liebling. They needed to learn, but we could not deprive them of the first time with each other." "You are romantic." "Tell no-one." The Medic made a stern face, which dissolved into bliss as the Heavy thrust deeper. While the Engineer had started by sliding into the Soldier as gently as his body would allow, the man bucking underneath him had quickly inspired him to a groping, whooping, all-out rodeo. Now, though, the sex was changing again. The Soldier was pulling him in close with arms, legs, lips, tongue, everything they had. There wasn't an inch of space anywhere between their two bodies, and they scarcely stopped kissing to breathe. "Solly," the Texan gasped, pulling his face back for a moment while their bodies still slid together. "Solly, I'm gonna-" he tried to move his hips back, but couldn't. "Do it," the other man's deep blue eyes locked on his own. "Love you-" "Love- you!" As they came together, the Medic looped his arms around the Heavy's neck. "Now, mein Riese!" The huge man slid his hands under the Medic's hips and lifted him bodily into the air. The Medic tensed his thighs, raising and lowering himself on his lover's cock, until the Russian pinned him against a wall. Biting down hard on the German's shoulder, the Heavy slammed into him. "Ja- ja- JA!" The German screamed, his semen splashing between them. The pulsations of his orgasm threw the Heavy over the edge. The big man roared, crushing his lover against the wall, panting and gasping as he poured into him. At long last, he staggered backward to sit heavily on a crate, the Medic still wrapped around him and sitting in his lap. "Another successful procedure," the German panted. "Doktor is not angry I touch leetle Soldier?" "Nein, look how happy they are," he gestured and the Heavy glanced over to see the mercenaries lying together on the crates, foreheads touching, still gazing into one another's eyes. "Is good," the big man murmured. "I was thinking... perhaps next, we should attempt n experiment to resolve the tension between Herr Demo and Herr Sniper."