This story contains descriptions of acts of a homoerotis nature and some male rape. If this is not your scene please do not read on. Also if it is not legal to read stories of this kind where you are and the age that you are please leave this site.
The Royal Marine in this story is a real person, unfortunately for me he is heterosexual, I knew him well and lusted after this beautiful boy/man, so apart from the young man himself this story is pure fiction.
Escape and Evasion Pt.1
I can't remember a time in my life when I had not wanted to be a Royal Marine Commando. I worked out in the gym and on the road building muscle and stamina until at last I was old enough. The only problem I had was my size.
I have a near perfect body. Broad, well-muscled shoulders, good pecs, perfect six-pack leading into a slim waist, slim hips and strong legs. My butt and box were considered so good that to make pocket money while I was still a sixth former I had done some modelling of underwear for a fashion house. I had long curling eyelashes and soft brown eyes that made me look almost pretty, but I was as hard as nails. However, I was only 5ft.5ins.tall.
I made it to basic training where I was immediately christened mini- boot, (Marines are called Boot necks in the British Services.) During training, you are taught to bond with the rest of your troop so seeing each other naked was common. You didn't have time to be coy when you had to do everything at the double. When you had any spare time in your barrack room it was usually spent wearing just your underpants while you cleaned and polished your kit. I had always worn briefs and continued to do so when every one else wore boxers.
All of the instructors knew me as the odd man out because I was small, and pretty and because of my briefs. A few of them would look at me a bit funny sometimes and find excuses to make me take off all my clothes. It became a habit to make me do sit-ups and press-ups naked as a punishment for minor mistakes, usually in their mess. Everybody else did them on the spot when they made their mistake, with their clothes on of course.
Eventually I obtained the coveted Green Beret. My happiness was complete, I may have been the smallest Marine in the world but I stood ten feet tall in my mind.
Before being sent to our Commando we had to do an escape and evasion exercise. We were told that everybody that was caught would be interrogated. Our old troop instructors were to carry out the interrogations and it was made clear that this was no holds barred stuff. Anything was acceptable short of bodily harm. They also told us that as most of us would be going out to Iraq or Afghanistan the interrogation methods used out there would be used here when we were caught.
My best mate told me that we should avoid capture if possible because the interrogation method was built on humiliation and degradation so that you would talk easily because you were made to feel less than a man.
We were given certain information about troop deployment that we were told was what the interrogators would try to get from us. If we gave that information, our Green Beret would be removed and we would be posted to a support troop. That was never going to happen to me.
Off we went sure that we could avoid capture. Ha, I was caught about three hours into the exercise, returned to my instructors for interrogation. Knowing that they could interrogate me for the rest of the exercise period, four days, filled me with a feeling of foreboding. A lot of shit can happen in four days. Would I be strong enough to resist it was all that concerned me. They tried all the usual basic stuff that involved some pain but not enough for me to even think of divulging anything.
The senior instructor called Drake, who had made a point of making me do sit-ups and press-ups naked, suggested a little humiliation was called for. So I was stripped naked, made to bend over a chair and had my wrists tied to the legs. Two instructors held my legs wide apart while Drake began beating me with a swagger stick. The pain was intense but I still would not answer any of their questions. I was ready to cry out when he stopped and suggested to the others that a little more humiliation might work.
They said, "Ok, Drake, what devious ideas have you got?"
"How about we treat him like a whore, butt fuck him and make him suck dick as well."
The others were shocked at this suggestion, but Drake told them that this was the sort of thing that would happen in the real world. He was senior so they eventually agreed. They kept me spread in the same position while Drake started to finger fuck me, telling the others he was just opening me up ready to take cock. I was so embarrassed and wanted to end it by telling them what they wanted to know, but the thought of losing my Green Beret stopped me. He also reached round in front of me and started to play with my cock and balls stating that they could make things very painful for me in front as well as behind if they wanted to.
He was really getting into it, using spit for lubrication. By the time I had three of his fingers in me I had a raging hard on. Drake had consistently hit my prostate. He brought his hand round the back again and started caressing my butt, moving round his other hand occasionally to stroke my perineum. I was getting hot by this time and they all noticed how my breathing had changed and how hard my cock was.
"I think he is enjoying this too much, let's change his attitude. Put him on the desk on his back. Tie his arms to the front legs and pull his legs up and over so that his knees are touching his shoulder."
They did and Drake took his trousers and boxers off revealing a monster cock.
"A bit bigger than yours sonny," he said pulling mine upright.
"Christ Drake, his little arse will never take that, let's rethink this. It really isn't on any way to fuck a fellow marine, that is just too humiliating, weren't the fingers enough?" One of the other instructors butted in and said,
"And he isn't that much smaller than you is he? How the fuck does such a little Boot end up with such a big dick, it's not fair."
"No rethink, watch this."
He lubed his cock with plenty of spit and put the head on my pinky. He pushed hard and penetrated passed my sphincter in one. I screamed. The pain was unbelievable. How could gay guys get pleasure from that? The other instructors urged me to tell them what they wanted to know, but through the pain, I shook my head.
Drake then pushed it all the way in. Like a baby, I cried at the intensity of the pain and the humiliation but still would not say anything. Drake started fucking me quite gently. As the pain decreased so the sensitivity of what he was doing increased and I got a hard on again.
"He is still enjoying this too much, let's have a cock in his mouth as well and then we can rotate the spit roast. Every five minutes, the guy screwing will take a break. The spare will fuck his face and the one being sucked will start fucking his arse."
He looked at me and said. "We are going to keep that up until we have all cum in your mouth and up your arse, so start thinking about talking because after that we will be doubling up and you will be fucked by two dicks or a dick and a fist."
The other two looked at each other but said nothing. The pain had virtually gone by now and I was so rock hard it hurt. Drake shot into my stomach and at the same time I came, a fantastic orgasm that made me gasp. The instructor in my mouth was so turned on by what he saw that he filled my mouth with cum which Drake made me swallow. I was feeling so humiliated but still I would not talk.
"He is still enjoying this too much, I think he may be a little queer, let's up the tempo and see some real pain. We are going to fuck him with no lubricant and start working on his cock and balls so that they no longer work for him. Tom you fuck him now as you are the only one who hasn't enjoyed either of his fuck holes."
The dry entry had me screaming again with the pain, but I wasn't giving in.
Drake wiped up my cum and used it to lubricate my dick while Tom fucked me. Again, with the lessening of pain my cock got hard. Drake was obviously enjoying himself and started playing with my balls as well. I was so totally humiliated that I knew nothing that they did now would make me talk so I just relaxed to try to limit the pain.
Drake played with my balls and cock for a while obviously enjoying himself until Tom shot his load inside me.
He looked at me with my raging hard on and said, "Drake our young friend is a really hot piece of tail isn't he? I can understand why you wanted to do this, but I think we ought to give him a pat on the back for putting up with this humiliation and send him on his way with flying colours."
Drake bridled at that and said, "Tom, we can keep this boy for four days and try to brake him, remember the earlier you are caught on this exercise the longer you are available for us to break. If we let him go now the officers will have our arses in a sling. We are going to fuck this guy senseless and beat him till he can't stand if we have to, but he is going to divulge his secrets."
True to his word, Drake and the other two each filled my butt and my mouth with cum again. There was no more pain and my raging hard and frequent orgasms were proving that it was more erotic than painful.
Drake started squeezing my balls and stretching the skin of my scrotum to make my hard cock hurt, but an erotic kind of pain that he noticed early and stopped. He then tried to fuck me with his fist and his cock but that didn't work at all.
"Ok, we are going to tie him to the desk, spread-eagled on his stomach. Any time you feel horny from now until the end of the exercise you can just go in there and fuck him, or beat him, whatever you fancy."
It was obvious the other two did not want to follow Drakes lead. I could hear other interrogations going on in the next room but nothing heavy. The two junior instructors never came back to see to me. Drake however was a frequent visitor. He would usually play with my cock and balls, ream out my arse with his tongue and pressure my perineum with a couple of fingers. After lubing up my arse with spit he would finger fuck me trying all the time to get his knuckles passed my sphincter, it hurt like hell but in the end he settled for a shag. Gently to start with and when he was almost ready to cum, quite violently. I am as heterosexual as any man on this planet I think but, I had to admit what he did to me was an incredible turn on. Invariably I orgasmed even though I could not touch my cock. Drake would then use his leather belt or his swagger stick to beat me until I was really squirming and begging him to stop.
"Tell me what I want to here and you are free."
"No way Sergeant, you can split my arse wide open and I won't tell you a thing."
After one of these sessions, noticing how turned on I got he whispered to me.
"Gary, you are the hottest twink I have ever fucked. If I let you go will you sleep with me purely for sex before you join your Commando?"
I saw my chance to get away and to take my revenge on this bastard.
"Drake I promise you if you release me now I will give you the most fantastic night of sex you have ever had."
How could he resist that offer?
I was released immediately, given my leave pass and I was away. The day before we sailed I met Drake in a small motel outside Portsmouth where we were due to embark. I had in my bag some interesting pieces of kit.
Drake was a push over. He was almost drooling at the thought of having my arse again in any position he fancied for a whole night. We stripped without any finesse and landed on the bed together.
I started sucking his huge cock until I had him moaning with pleasure. With his eyes closed, he did not notice the cuffs come out of my bag. It wasn't until he found himself with both wrists secured to the bed head that he knew he was in trouble. I took my time securing the shackles to his legs and pulling them high and wide with the attached ropes so that his arsehole was winking at me, about twelve inches off the bed with his legs spread as wide as the bed. I gently massaged his arsehole with my well-lubricated fingers so that he was at maximum arousal before taking about a dozen photos with my digital camera. I put my fully erect cock in his arse and took more photographs showing his face and my cock in his arse, but not my face.
In my bag, purchased at a sex shop in Soho was a 14 inch dildo 8-1/2 inches round. I pulled it out and showed it to Drake, he nearly freaked out.
"You humiliated me beyond belief. Now I am going to fuck you with this dildo and take photos. You are going to star in each one, probably with a grimace on your face. After you have taken this monster, I am going to fist fuck you and I guarantee you will take my forearm to the elbow, with accompanying photos of course. I will then post them on the Commando Website and distribute 100 sets round the ship after we embark."
I would have let the whole of the Royal Marine Brigade fuck my arse for the pleasure I got from the look on Drake's face after that revelation.
"Oh, and just for my own pleasure I am going to fuck you and cum in your arse as many times as I can before we leave here in the morning."
Drake was mortified.
I started on him with my fingers, fucking him gently while I played with his mighty phallus. It was quite a turn on for me. When I reached five I replaced fingers with my cock fucking him quite violently. I knew he was gay by the moaning and involuntary comments like, "Oh Gary that is fantastic, fuck me harder."
I did and shot a good load into his eager fuck hole. While I played with myself to get hard again I brought out the dildo. Drake's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I pushed the head in his already very wet anus and he screamed, suitably loud for me.
"I am going to give you a running commentary on this event Drake it is definitely worth it."
I fed him the dildo inch by inch. Sweat was pouring off him as he tried to accommodate this huge snake that was invading his interior.
"You are doing really well Sergeant, to date you have about three inches, yes, that's good we are up to six."
I pulled on his cock, which had gone quite soft and gave him another three inches, "that's good Drake we are over half way."
The pain was obviously easing because he started to harden up again. I rammed the rest of it home and said.
"Well done, you have the lot, but I don't want you to enjoy it so every time I get hard I will replace the dildo with my cock until I cum."
I was amazed at how many times I was able to cum, but more amazing was the way Drake sucked up that 14-inch dildo and begged for more. I shot in his mouth while ramming 14 inches up his arse. I took upwards of 100 photos and at last, I was exhausted. Drake was crying like a baby by then and begging me to let him suck my cock. I could not believe the guy.
I brought his swagger stick out and proceeded to beat him until I could not raise my arm any more. Drake was only semi conscious by then, so I released his legs and let him sleep.
When he woke up in the morning, I had released his wrists, printed off a complete set of pictures for him and left a note telling him to look on the Commando web sight.
Tom and the other instructor from my punishment trio sought me out as we sailed down channel and asked me if I had anything to do with Drake not being with us.
"No, not me," I said making it an obvious lie.
"Yeah, that's what we thought."
Whispering in my ear Tom said, "I know you did. I recognised that fabulous cock. I can understand how Drake could lust after you so much, you have the cutest butt and the most scrumptious cock in the world. If you ever get horny in Afghanistan, don't hesitate to call on me any time. I would love to fuck you or be fucked by you."
I was delighted, and I have to admit I was frequently horny enough to consider Tom's offer.
You know the saying.
"Where needs must, the Devil takes the hind most!!!"
Escape & Evasion Pt.2
Nothing in my life had prepared me for Afghanistan. It was incredibly hot during the day and freezing at night. The sand got everywhere, no matter how much clothing you wore sand always managed to be grinding your balls and irritating your cock head. The boys with their boxers suffered far more than I did because my briefs did not allow much movement, whereas their boxers, ouch!
Sand got in your food, your toothpaste, your socks, it stung your eyes on patrols and made it difficult to keep your observation scan going all the time.
When Sergeant Draper had failed to return from leave, (we know why, don't we,) the senior instructor corporal, Tom, had been made up to acting Sergeant. I knew Tom was bi-sexual and was so turned on fucking me on the Escape and Evasion course that he had told me he would happily do it again if I felt horny. I was not interested, horny I was and I had been surprised at how much I had enjoyed being butt fucked but I wanted girls, not boys. He became our patrol leader and always gave us confidence with his efficiency and care when we were outside our compound.
I suppose we trusted him too much so that when he took a line on a patrol that was patently stupid no one queried it and they all ended up dead. We were looking for Taliban fighters in a village North of the capital and close to mountains that we knew acted as hideouts for the rebel. Instead of keeping to cover as we approached the deserted village square, Tom walked us straight across it. Once we were all in the open, a voice shouted from cover.
"Royal Marines, there are over 100 rifles pointing at you, don't do anything heroic, just drop your weapons."
We all dropped to our knees bringing our rifles up to the ready and looked round. It appeared that every house, corner, door or window had a rifle barrel pointing at us. Tom took it all in and ordered us to do as we were told. He was right of course, none of us would have made it to cover, better to hope for a prisoner exchange with the Taliban. Our arms were collected and we were lined up in the middle of the square with a fighter behind each of us. The leader who was very tall and well built wearing combats, and walked like someone who knew he was better than the rest surprised us by addressing us in a Sandhurst Officer's accent, very plummy!
"That was very careless of you to walk into such an easy ambush."
Looking along the line of Marines his eyes stopped on me, he walked up close to me and looked me over very carefully with pale blue piercing eyes.
"Step two paces forward Marine."
Which I did. He nodded, and quicker than I could think the rest of the patrol had their throats slit. I was shattered, I had no concept of that sought of ruthlessness. I realised that Drake on his Escape and Evasion could not even come close to interrogating us in a meaningful way faced with this level of barbarity.
I was then hog tied and thrown over a horse. A very long and extremely uncomfortable ride back to their lair in the mountains followed.
The camp was tucked back under a rocky overhang making it extremely difficult to see from the air. The central buildings looked like village halls. I realised later that each hall was the home for about twenty fighters. Inside, the roof was supported by pillars of wood placed about eight feet apart with a heavy beam running over them. My arms were released before a separate rope was fixed to each wrist. Two rebels stretched me between two of the pillars at about head height so it was not uncomfortable, and my ankles were released so that I could stand.
The very smooth talking Taliban officer came up close to me and said. "My men get bored here Marine when we are waiting to fight." He touched my cheek, looked into my eyes and continued, "I thought you might make a useful diversion for them. You are almost too pretty to be a soldier. My daughter would be delighted to have such beautiful eyelashes as yours and we can already see that you have a body that will be fun to play with."
He pointed to the two rebels that had strung me up and told them to undress me.
"Don't worry too much about how you do it."
My combat equipment was removed first, obviously useful stuff. They set to with a will then, slicing the laces on my boots and pulling them off with my socks. The knives sliced up each of my trouser legs and cut the belt and waistband so that they were gone as well. My shirt came off in a similar way leaving me just in my briefs. There were about twenty Taliban rebels watching, mostly about my own age and they all gasped. I was very pale where the sun had not been and with my perfectly defined body, they were obviously impressed.
The older of my two disrobers came up to me, ran his hands all over my body, almost in a caress, and nodded to the others. The officer came up to me and did the same making free use of his hands around my cock and butt. He took a knife from his belt and slit my briefs either side so that I was naked. He stroked my butt and played with my cock, eventually getting it to respond, after all I was a horny twenty year old.
When I was erect, he said something to the men and they all laughed. I was given more play on my wrist ropes before a new face appeared in my vision. This was an Arab boy, who I guessed to be about fourteen or fifteen. (He in fact was the same age as me.) He was incredibly pretty, about my height, naturally darker than I with black wavy hair, eyelashes even longer than mine with soft brown soulful eyes.
At a command from the officer, he dropped his robe to reveal a beautiful, little boys body. His cock was flaccid but like the rest of him, it looked lovely. About three or four inches long, circumcised, with a cockhead the same colour as his cock and the rest of his body, light coffee. The thoughts going through my head made me think again about being straight. I just bet he had a beautiful little butt that I wanted to fuck. The officer told me to get down on my knees and get the boy an erection. I have to admit I did it willingly. With no hands available to use I used my tongue to trace the shape of it before concentrating on the glans with my lips and tongue. He reacted very quickly and was soon very hard, much to the delight of the watching soldiers. I was told to stand again and the officer told me that they were going to measure the cocks and the one with the longest would be allowed to fuck the other ones butt.
I lost, not by much but enough. Erect his cock was like the rest of him, perfect. It was absolutely straight, sticking almost vertical just about slapping his belly as it twitched. I was 7-1/2 inches long so he must have been 8, but he was thicker than me as well. It was going to hurt, I didn't imagine there was going to be a supply of Vaseline or anything like it handy.
The officer came up to me again and told me he was going to release me from my restraints. If I did not try to escape and I followed his instructions for the rest of my time here I might live long enough for a prisoner exchange. If I didn't I would end up like my comrades.
A large rope mat was thrown down in the centre of the hut and the boy told me in very good English to get on my hands and knees in the middle of the mat. As soon as I was in place he started to finger fuck me using spit for lubrication. He moved around me he said to give as many of the soldiers as possible a view of what he was doing.
"I will open you up as much as I can with my fingers, adding more as I think you can take them. Relax as much as you can and I will try not to hurt you. You have a very nice bottom, not many soldiers are as pretty as you are, and I have never seen one with such a lovely body. Are you a virgin?"
The question took me by surprise. "No," I said, "I was raped by my instructors on an exercise before we came here."
"That is good because we will both be raped after this, probably by all of the men here, so if you are already stretched and I stretch you some more maybe you will survive this night."
I could not conceive of ten or more men buggering me in one session. My arse would be ruined for life I thought.
In other circumstances, it might have been amusing, I was being vigorously finger fucked by a pretty Arab boy who was making polite conversation as he rammed fingers up my arse.
"My name is Ahmed, what is yours?"
"I'm called Gary."
"Well Gary, I am sorry but I cannot delay this any longer. I am going to enter you now. I will use as much spit as I can. When the soldiers start to take my place use as much of your own spit as you can to keep yourself lubricated."
He entered me quite gently causing me very little pain. Once he had penetrated the full 8 inches, he started long stroking me, again so that the soldiers could see. He turned me over, pushing my legs up as far as he could and then forcing them to the floor either side of my shoulders. Moving over me more he fucked me hard and came very quickly in great spurts that I could feel. As soon as he pulled out of me, a soldier pushed him aside and dropping his combats pulled an enormous tool out. This one was even bigger than Drakes and I knew I would scream when that hit my sphincter. I did and got a cheer for it. Another soldier came to my head end and also dropped his trousers filling my mouth with another very large cock, but at least I could accommodate this one. I realised then that men who had been sweating all day and had limited water resourses were not going to smell very sweet, nor taste very nice. I almost vomited as this first one stuffed my mouth, it was vile. This was almost an exact copy of my session with Drake and the other instructors. The big difference was the different positions these guys found for me, also I was sucking cock all the time as well. I was getting very sore but realised that the ones I was sucking were only staying inside me for a very short time. I worked even harder on the cocks and balls of the ones in my mouth.
Most of the time they had Ahmed in a position where I could see what they were doing to him. It was incredibly erotic, he was just so pretty and he was taking all these big cocks with no problem. He told me later that he had been a fuck boy for these soldiers for about six months, so he was used to it.
Quite suddenly, all the fucking activity stopped and a very good-looking soldier stood over me and undressed completely. His cock was enormous and not yet hard.
"I want to make love to you soldier boy, you are much to pretty to just be fucked."
Ahmed translated for me.
He turned me over onto my tummy again and started to lick and kiss all over my butt, into my crack and eventually bury his tongue in my love hole. Of course, I was hard in no time. I was turned over once more onto my back and he continued to use his tongue on my cock and balls, he was incredible. I was wandering around in my own little world where every touch of his fingers or tongue threatened to send me over the edge. He swung his body round to the side and for the first time I saw his erect penis. I had seen horses with hard ons and this man had a horse-sized dick.
Ahmed slid down beside me as I gasped.
"Gary that thing is 29 inches long. It is the longest cock I have ever seen. He will stick it in you and he will split you it is so big, but he will not try to put all of it in, he knows that will kill you. You must try to relax, the more tense you are the worse it will be. He will get it in whatever you do."
He was very good. Even with the dread of that monster, he was still able to keep me erect. My nipples were attacked, my pinky, perineum, balls, cock, insides of my thighs, he finger fucked me hitting my prostates regularly. It was simply amazing, and he was so good looking.
Finally, he used great gobs of spit to lubricate my bum and his cock before putting the head tight up against the entrance to my love tunnel. He pressed and kept up the pressure. I was amazed he could get hard it was just so enormous. Then it was in. My scream started deep in my soul and just kept on going. I knew he had damaged me tremendously. If I had been under interrogation, I would have told them anything if the pain was taken away. Barely conscious, I could feel it penetrating deep inside me despite the pain already having consumed my whole body. It felt like someone was pushing a red-hot poker into my rectum. He did not stop for ages. Ahmed told me later that I had taken about a third of it. The length inside me was withdrawn and pushed back in a frenzy of lust. When he eventually came and pulled out of me I was in the most incredible pain I had ever known. The officer appeared in my vision and pulled my legs up and apart to have a look at my rectum. I screamed with the renewed pain. Very quietly, he told me that I had been split.
"Your rectum is now able to take any thing my men can offer without fear of further damage. I am going to leave you here for their pleasure for the rest of the night. If you are still alive in the morning we will have to think about what we are going to do with you.. Goodnight Marine, Bon Chance."
With that, he was gone. I was left in the middle of the floor my rear end covered in blood. None of the soldiers bothered me again for some time, concentrating their attention on Ahmed while I watched. He was such a pretty little boy that despite my own pain, I was still able to cry for him.
Sometimes they would attack him in threes. Two of them using as many fingers as they could to stretch his lovely little anus. They would rout around inside him with much laughter and ribaldry. If they stretched him to far he would emit a little cry or a grunt, but nothing more, he had been so abused that nothing appeared to hurt or injure him anymore. The third one would be face fucking him.
When Ahmed's body ceased to be enough they came back to me. My anus was already split but even the smaller dicks thrust inside me hurt like hell. I don't know how long it went on for. I was unconscious for much of the time.
When I woke, the men were all gone, Ahmed was still with me, but I was lying in a sticky mess made up mostly of my own blood. I was still in considerable pain. An old crone came into the hut soon after I woke and washed the blood and cum from me. Then washed Ahmed as well. We were allowed to put robes on and eat breakfast outside at a table in the compound. There were armed guards around but most of the soldiers were gone.
When we had finished breakfast a very regal looking man approached us and introduced himself.
"I am Doctor Mahmud, which of you is the marine?"
I indicated it was I and he told me the officer had asked him to have a look at my rectum. We went back into the central hut and I disrobed again. I had to squat on the floor on my knees with my head resting on my hands. He told me to spread my legs as wide as I could. The pain as I did so was very acute and I could not get them very wide. He was very gentle as he examined my anus touching the area round my pinky and asking me all the time about the pain level. He lubricated a finger with some gel or Vaseline and inserted it in my hole. I cried out with the pain and he withdrew it immediately but then spread my cheeks so that he could see up inside me a little. This also hurt tremendously but he apologised and said he needed to see the extent of the damage. He was very gentle and attentive stitching the split, which he said, was quite extensive and putting plenty of salve on the rest of the damaged area.
"If you are not buggered for a week you may escape permanent damage but the soldiers will almost certainly be back tonight and I doubt the officer will protect you from them. I am sorry I cannot do more for you but I am only a civilian Doctor with no authority in this camp."
With that, he packed his bag and left.
Ahmed and I spent the rest of the day talking. He was from Oman and had been kidnapped and sold to these people about six months previously. He told me that he also had been split quite badly the first night he had been used by the soldiers but had been allowed to recover before being put through the ordeal again. He had been a virgin when he arrived here having been brought up by a wealthy but strict family. His education had been mainly in England hence his almost perfect English. The soldiers had developed affection for him in a weird way and although they raped him in large numbers almost every night, they no longer hurt him and were sometimes even gentle and loving towards him.
"You are unlikely to receive the same relief Gary, because you are a soldier and they will abuse you for as long as you are useful to them and then you will be killed. I am sorry but I have seen it before."
When the soldiers returned the officer told me to go with him and I was lead to his private quarters.
"I do not want to see you permanently damaged. You are only a boy and should not be in this war, so I am going to keep you here with me until you are healed. You will do anything I ask and you may live. If you disobey me once, I will throw you back in the pit with Ahmed. Now take your clothes off."
I was quite surprised at what ensued. The officer made me undress him and then get him excited, using my hands, mouth and tongue. He lay on his bed just looking at the ceiling not appearing to have any reaction to my administrations. His cock was about the same size as Ahmed's so I could take quite a lot of it in my mouth. After a little while, he told me I was not very good at cock sucking and that I was to use the gel he handed me and see if I was better at fucking him. I was amazed. I lubricated my own very erect penis and he told me to do the same to his arse. I entered him without any finesse, which made him grunt with the pain. I started to fuck him but was stopped after only a few strokes and told to withdraw.
"You are not very good at that either marine, I will tell Ahmed to give you some lessons in both tomorrow so that you can pleasure me when I want it."
After breakfast the next day Ahmed looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and said,
"The Commander has told me to teach you how to suck cock and to fuck arse satisfactorily. I will of course have to be the one you suck and fuck during the lessons. So come, let us go to the main hall."
The next several hours were going to do my heterosexual feelings no good at all.
We disrobed and Ahmed took my cock in his mouth after briefing me.
"Watch what I do on the outside and feel what I do to your cock inside my mouth."
He was amazing, within seconds he had me squirming with pleasure. His tongue seemed to be all over my cock, balls, perineum and butt, creating the most amazing sensations. Before I could cum, he stopped.
"Now, see if you can do the same for me. Don't forget, your tongue can do wonderful things around the glans, underside of the shaft and anus, use your lips as well to kiss and grip, but keep your teeth covered."
I did as I was told and received some praise from Ahmed for my efforts.
"That is very good Gary, but try to grip me a little harder with your lips when you are working my cock."
I did, and was rewarded with a big sigh and Ahmed pulling my face away from his equipment and raising it to his before planting a very gentle kiss on my lips.
"That was beautiful Gary, you are a very fast learner. I had to stop you otherwise I would have cum. Now I want you to fuck me and I will talk you through it so that you know how to pleasure the Commander. When you have him fully aroused by sucking his cock and playing with the rest of him you must prepare him for your cock which you must insert gently only being rough with him when he tells you."
Ahmed made me lick and kiss his arse, gradually decreasing the circumference of my licking until I was just sucking and licking his puckered bud. I then had to insert my tongue in his arse lubricating it with lots of spit before starting to finger fuck him, first with just one finger but eventually using all five. All the time I was playing with his cock and balls.
He was lovely and I found it easy to pleasure him, giving myself genuine pleasure at the same time. He told me to lube my cock and his arse as much as possible before inserting my cock and then only go just pass the sphincter before stopping.
"Wait until the Commander tells you to go on, feeding him a little at a time. When you are completely inside him you can fuck his brains out, stopping when he comes, do not come before him or you will be in trouble."
So I did all that to Ahmed and had the most amazing orgasm at the same time as him. It was fantastic. I don't think I had ever had such an intense orgasm in my life.
He let out a huge sigh and said,
"Gary that was wonderful, I would love to take you home with me to Oman and keep you there with me as my permanent lover. You are a very sexy man and a very fast learner. We will go through that one more time this morning and as many times as you like this afternoon, I love the sensations you create in my body. You can fuck me forever."
I laughed, I thought I was a good heterosexual boy, but Ahmed was just so beautiful, inside and out I was beginning to wonder.
Fucking Ahmed twice more that day was very satisfying even though he would not let me cum the last time.
"You must be very horny for the Commander if he wants you tonight. I am sorry Gary, I can not let you orgasm again."
I kissed Ahmed gently on the lips and said, "That's all right Little One, I understand."
The Commander did send for me after the evening meal and I satisfied him by sucking and fucking him.
"Hmmmm, the improvement in your performance is amazing Marine. If you are as fast at learning your trade you will be a very dangerous enemy if I ever let you go."
I slept with him that night and joined Ahmed for breakfast again the next morning.
"Will you make love to me again today Gary. The Commander has not ordered it, but a little more practice would be a good thing." He said it with a twinkle in his eye so I guessed this was purely to satisfy his own lust. How could I refuse, he was helping me to stay alive all the time. Besides, he was so pretty.
We retired to a corner of the big hut with a couple of rough Arab blankets. I was very considerate and gentle making love to Ahmed. Kissing him, caressing his body and sucking his cock and balls was not difficult. He was so pretty, more like a girl than a boy except for his equipment.
After I had orgasmed inside him and brought him to an intense orgasm as well he pulled me down to him and kissed me.
"I think I am falling in love with you Gary, you are so gentle and do such wonderful things to my senses."
The Commander kept me with him until I was completely heeled before sending me back to the soldiers. They were quite cruel to me the first night I was back in their hall leaving me very sore and bleeding a little. They had not split me again for which I thanked the Lord. The soldier with the horse cock fucked Ahmed that night while I watched. It was an incredibly erotic sight and awesome to watch that enormous cock sliding into Ahmed's tiny anus. He cried quite hard because of the pain, but there was no blood so I knew he had not been split.
"I think you are a very brave little man, taking that enormous cock last night"
We were sat at breakfast again by ourselves.
Ahmed laughed, "I don't have any choice Gary, if a soldier wants a fuck I have to oblige. They are getting bored with me here so I expect I will be moved on soon. I have heard they intend selling me to the Mujahadeen, they are very cruel so I will not be alive long to endure this captivity."
I was shattered. I could not believe that this beautiful little boy was accepting his imminent demise at the hands of a cruel band of rebels with such resignation.
I prayed that something would happen that would allow his rescue.
A few days later, the miracle happened. A patrol of Marines discovered the camp whilst reconnoitring the area and being mad Marines attacked. There were only a few guards and as soon as I realised what was happening I helped. I killed one and took his armament. I realised that dressed in local garb I would probably be shot by my own side so I disrobed and ran screaming through the camp stark naked killing surprised guards before they could raise their weapons.
When it was all over I reported to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol, still stark naked but grinning from ear to ear. He was amazed.
"Marine Gary Arnold, 45 Commando, reporting for duty Sergeant."
"Christ lad, I wish the Colonel was here to see this, he'd have a fit. Don't you have any clothes?"
"Only Arab ones Serg. and I thought if I kept them on you would have shot me."
"Good thinking lad, go and get them on now we are moving off immediately."
When I came back, I had Ahmed with me.
"Serg, this boy is coming with us, he's a slave and will be killed if we leave him here. I will tell you all about him on the move. Ahmed, introduce yourself to the Sergeant."
"Good afternoon Sergeant, my name is Ahmed Massoud, I am a citizen of Oman and was kidnapped and sold into slavery. Thank you very much for rescuing me." All said in impeccable English.
I was creasing up with laughter. The Sergeant looked from me to Ahmed and back before saying "Crikey"
"Serg he is from a wealthy Omani family and was educated in England. He is actually the same age as me, not the little boy he looks."
I could have cried with relief when we arrived back at the Marine base. Before we were separated I gave Ahmed a big hug much to the surprise of the other Marines and whispered to him. "Please don't say anything about what you and I did together."
Ahmed looked at me and said loud enough for every one to hear. "Thank you for saving my life Gary. I will never be able to repay your bravery."
He winked at me and was gone.
Military Intelligence debriefed me. When it was completed, I asked to rejoin my Commando and was told I would join a detachment of it at the Royal Palace in Oman.
I was being recommended for a decoration, apparently on Ahmed's say so. Very strange.
I could not believe it. How had I got out of Afghanistan so quickly? Even more of a surprise, why was I travelling by an executive jet of the Omani Royal Family.
When I boarded I saw a richly attired Arab standing with his back to me talking to the aircraft Captain. As I got close, I heard the Captain say,
"We are ready to take off now Your Highness, your passenger has just boarded." Nodding his head towards me.
The Arab turned round and I nearly fell over.
"Hello Gary, how nice to see you again."
He was grinning from ear to ear as he walked towards me. He took me in a bear hug which I hardly felt from my Little Man and planted a warm kiss on my lips. I looked round in consternation but we were the only ones left in the cabin.
"I don't understand." I said weekly.
"I wasn't completely honest with you in the camp Gary. Come and sit down, I will tell all as we go home."
The doors were closed and we were soon on our way.
Two flight attendants came to look after our immediate needs and left on Ahmed's command.
"Yes Your Highness." they said departing.
"Your Highness, am I missing something?"
"Yes Gary and you don't need to call me anything but Ahmed. My father is the brother of the ruler so I am a Royal Prince. It is very grand because I am also the Crown Prince. A small marine unit acts as a Royal Guard and I arranged for you to be seconded to it. They appear to believe in higher Military Circles that you are a very brave young Marine who saved my life. You are being recommended for a bravery medal, which I believe you deserve, promoted to corporal and posted as my personal protection officer."
I was speechless, I just looked at him as if I'd lost my brain and the power of speech.
"The best part is that my personal protection officer has an adjoining room to mine in the palace. You will be able to make love to me every night, and sleep with me as well. Whenever I go abroad, you will come with me, in fact when I go anywhere you will come with me. Isn't that cool?"
He was beaming, "Gary, I love you, and now I can show that love in so many ways."
"But I'm not gay Ahmed, I like girls."
He looked bemused. "Do you mean that those times you made love to me in the camp were an act?"
"No of course not, making love to you was so amazing and so special."
"Well how can you be straight then?"
I thought about that. "I don't know."
"Let me help you. When you were raped on that exercise in England, did you enjoy any of it?"
"Well yes."
"When I fucked you your first night in captivity did you enjoy that?"
"Yes."
"When you fucked me, even when you didn't have to, you did it because you enjoyed it yes."
"Yes."
"Gary, you are Gay with a capitol G. Any time that you do not enjoy your job as my protector you must tell me. I will have you posted back to your Commando with high commendation so that your career does not suffer. But I hope that will never happen."
It all happened. The Ruler and his Brother sent for me, shook my hand, praised me for saving Ahmed's life, decorated me with Oman's highest honour and awarded me a pension for life. I could retire at twenty years old and live the life of Riley if I wanted to. I didn't of course. I accepted my gayness and became Ahmed's Protector, companion, friend and lover.
Our first night together in the palace was like something out of Arabian Nights.
I remained in Ahmed's service for the remainder of my career. When he became ruler I was commissioned and continued as his body guard and protection officer. We spent very few nights away from each other and as I put a full stop on this story I have no idea how the final part of my life will pan out. I hope it will be as Ahmed's friend and companion when I am too old to protect him.
I could not have imagined that being fucked on an escape and evasion exercise by a sadistic gay Sergeant would change my life so completely.