by Max Vos
He saw the glint of metal in Saaleh’s hand, a knife. He was planning on raping Stone again. Something inside the big Marine snapped.
Before Saaleh had time to react, Stone forced his hands above his head, knocking the knife away.
“You want some of me? Huh? If you want some of me, you’re gonna get it, but it will be on my terms,” Stone gritted in the boy’s face.
Stone locked Saaleh’s hands together with one hand and ripped his shirt down the front, opening it up, exposing his youthful chest, a smattering of hair just beginning to grow there. Saaleh had been so sure of himself that he had removed his pants altogether, making access easy. The look in his eyes was one of pure panic as he looked at Stone.
Before Saaleh could yell or scream, Stone tore a piece of his shirt off and stuffed it into his mouth. He then spat generously on his own dick, stroking it to its full length. He pushed one of Saaleh’s legs back and pushed the head of his dick into his tight little ass. It made an audible pop as it entered him. Saaleh’s eyes clenched shut, his scream muffled by the cloth that had been stuffed into his mouth.
Stone took his time, relishing his entry. He watched Saaleh’s eyes open and close, nearly bugging out of his head when the Marine hit bottom, his whole dick buried in Saaleh’s tight, most likely virgin ass.
Not moving, Stone watched Saaleh’s expression, wanting to see the changes in his face. He wanted Saaleh to feel everything. He wanted him to know what it felt like, to experience every movement and every moment. He slowly moved in and out of Saaleh, feeling his own power for the first time in many days. His dick was so hard that Saaleh could feel every ridge, every vein, as it slid past his tight sphincter muscle.
“You like that?” Stone harshly whispered between grunts in Saaleh’s face beneath him.
Stone adjusted his position, making it easier on his knees. When Saaleh’s eyes flew open, Stone smiled, knowing he had just found the young man’s prostate and that the sensations he felt must have totally surprised him. Still, Stone took his time, but made sure that he hit that love nut of Saaleh’s every time.
Pretty soon, Saaleh was pushing back onto the dick that was invading his body, arching his back, trying to get more of Stone inside him. Stone let Saaleh’s hands go then, knowing he wouldn’t try anything. He was now enjoying it too much. With his hands free, Saaleh explored Stone’s muscular chest, playing with the small amount of chest hair there, lightly playing with the hard nipples. Never once did he make a move to remove the improvised gag from his own mouth.
Both men were building towards orgasm. Stone lifted his legs higher, really hammering Saaleh’s battered ass, hitting his prostate directly with the head of his dick with every thrust. He reached down, took Saaleh’s throbbing cock in his hand, and slowly stroked it, teasing the head. The Marine could feel the head swell finally, the precursor to Saaleh blowing his load. He lifted his ass even higher, his cock almost directly over Saaleh’s face, then plowed his ass hard, and that was all it took.
Saaleh’s legs flexed, his nuts all but disappeared, and then ropes of cum shot out of his dick, splattering his own face. Had it not been for the gag in his mouth, he would have gotten a big taste of his own heavy cream.
The contracting muscles in Saaleh’s ass brought Stone off, and he pumped his own load into Saaleh’s waiting ass. Not once had Stone taken his eyes off Saaleh, fascinated by the youth’s facial expressions.
Saaleh was panting hard, cum all over his face and upper chest. Stone pulled the gag out of his mouth and force-fed him his own cum, scooping it into his mouth. Oddly enough, the young Arab didn’t object.
There was a sudden stabbing pain in Stone’s chest. His pang of guilt over what he had just done to this young man suffocated him. The tortured American let Saaleh’s legs drop and pulled him into his arms, chanting, “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry,” over and over again, as he wept.
Stone wept not only for Saaleh, but also for himself also. It was as if he were no better than them now. That Stone was now as much a savage animal as they were.
Amazingly, Saaleh must have understood the man’s torment. He stroked Stone’s blond hair and back, holding him as tightly as Stone held him.
Eventually Saaleh let Stone go and pulled away from him. Standing, he pulled his pajama-style pants on, picked up his knife, and adjusted his shirt as best he could. He looked back at Stone, a slight smile on his dark-skinned face. He opened the door, and then closed it. Stone heard the lock slide into place, locking him in.
“Oh God, what have I done?” Stone said to himself.
Chapter 12
Later, Abbas found Stone sitting on the smelly mattress, his legs pulled up, his arms wrapped around his knees, rocking silently. Abbas immediately knew something was wrong. Sitting in front of Stone, he put his hand against his face.
“What’s wrong, Samuel? What has happened?”
Stone told him everything that had happened, leaving nothing out.
“I’m so sorry, Abbas, I am so very sorry,” Stone apologized over and over. “I’m afraid I’ve put us all at risk now. I’m so sorry.”
“Shush, Samuel,” Abbas consoled. “Under the circumstances, and the pressure you’ve been under, it is understandable.”
“I am no better than they are now, Abbas,” Stone whined.
Abbas continued to reassure the broken man, consoling him for some time.
“We must wait and see how things play out, Samuel.” Abbas told Stone. “Try and stay calm, and act as if nothing has happened.”
Stone could only nod, terrified that he had put Benoit and himself in terrible danger. That took precedence over his own self-loathing at having committed rape.
Abbas stayed as long as he dared, and soon had to leave. Needless to say, Stone didn’t get much sleep the rest of the night, terrified by what he’d done.
When Saaleh woke him the next morning, it was different. He woke Stone gently, instead of shoving the barrel of his own rifle into Stone’s body. It was more of a nudge this time, and with his hand.
The look on Saaleh’s face had totally changed from what it had been. His attitude towards Stone differed drastically from what it had been before; his face seemed to have softened. It was the look in his eyes that surprised Stone the most. They, too, had softened toward him.
Saaleh led Stone through the now daily routine. Today was bath and laundry day…again. Stone dreaded this day more than any other, although, as it turned out, it was decidedly different.
Saaleh led his prisoner down to the well, Stone’s first trip, and as usual, they went behind the shed. Stone was about to drop to his knees for the customary blowjob when Saaleh stopped him. It was he, Saaleh, who dropped to his knees this time, taking Stone’s cold, limp dick in his mouth. Stone have to give it to the kid: he worked hard to resurrect the limp noodle of his dick.
When Saaleh had finally revived the lifeless organ, getting it rock-hard, his inexperience showed. His teeth scraped Stone’s dick several times, making him wince in pain; each time, he looked up apologetically. Saaleh did get the hang of it after a while, and did get the Marine’s rocks off. When Stone did start ejaculating into his mouth, the youngster did gag once, but like a trooper, he carried on until he had emptied Stone’s dick and licked it clean.
It wasn’t the best head he’d ever received, but it was sweet of Saaleh, and he did give it the ol’ college try, Stone admitted.
When Saaleh stood up, Stone embraced him. He was still feeling horrible about how he had treated Saaleh the night before, raping him, and he was trying to make amends, for both of them. Saaleh returned the embrace, readily.
Saaleh smiled at the bulky Marine, the first time it wasn’t laced with menace or evilness. Stone returned his smile and bent over, kissing his cheek. They then proceeded to walk back up the path, Stone carrying two wooden buckets of water. The stones still hurt his feet, but Stone was feeling better about himself for a change.
On the way back, they met Benoit. The other Marine
must have noticed Stone’s smirky smile. His arched eyebrows asked the question, What’s up?
Stone winked at him, letting him know things were cool, and that he’d tell him when possible.
The routine was the same: water in the pot, put the pot on stove, and go back to the well. This time, Saaleh tried to go with Stone again, only to be pushed to the side by one of the other, larger, older men. Stone knew this one well enough. He had a crooked dick and little balls. His cum was always nastily bitter. Even though Stone knew what he’d be doing with this thug, his mood still remained high.
Walking back down the path, Stone had to give credit where credit was due. It was Saaleh who had improved his mood. He realized that Saaleh was just a kid, a kid who wanted to be wanted. He was just a kid who only wanted, needed to be loved. Stone felt kind of sorry for him in a way. Maybe I can make a difference in this young man’s life after all, in a positive way, Stone thought.
When Stone’s thug of an escort and he reached the well and stepped behind the out building, Stone was surprised to see Benoit sitting on his ass in the snow, propped up on his elbows. There was a bright red hand mark on Benoit’s cheek, and a trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth. The guard who had escorted Benoit to the well was standing over him, his gun pointed at him. What scared Stone more than anything, however, was the look of fury in Benoit’s eyes. It was a miracle that Stone had gotten there when he had.
Benoit looked at Stone and his guard as they came around the corner of the small building. Stone pleaded with Benoit, begging him with his eyes to keep his cool. Doing what he could to defuse the situation, he dropped in front of the man who had obviously just slapped Benoit, and took the guard’s spit-slick dick into his own mouth.
Stone went all out, doing everything he could to please the man. The best way to save Benoit from himself was to please the angry guard. The two Taliban laughed, probably thinking Stone was getting greedy for their cocks. Not to be outdone, Benoit snapped out of it and took over Stone’s escort, doing his best to please him. It was now a contest between the two Marines, having nothing to do with the two men they were pleasuring.
The two Americans kept glancing at each other. The race was on. Now it was who could bring the other guy off first. Whether the two getting serviced knew what was going on or not didn’t matter to the Marines at that moment.
It was all Stone could do to keep from laughing. Here they were, on their knees, dicks in their mouths, and they had managed to make a contest out of it. As in so many other things, they had challenged each other again to do their best. It was so much like what they had done in the past.
With a loud grunt and a thrust of his hips, Stone’s, who had been Benoit’s guard initially, started blasting his creamy white load down the blond Marine’s throat. It wasn’t but a few moments later that Benoit’s guy, Mr. Crooked Dick with the nasty cum, shot his load into Benoit.
When Benoit and Stone stood up, they openly smiled at each other. The two dumbasses thought they were smiling because they liked it; idiots. Once their buckets were full, they all made the trek back up the rocky path, both Marines in a much better mood than before, getting a kick out of their little challenge. One must take what little pleasure in life one can, especially in their peculiar predicament.
The rest of the day proceeded as usual. Abdul got his bath first, on this day choosing Stone to fuck, and then made Benoit fuck Stone after he was done. He seemed to get a great deal of pleasure in making the two prisoners fuck each another. They were like his personal sex-slave entertainment.
The one person missing today was Abbas. Normally he would come in with Abdul to at least translate. Stone was more than a little concerned, but was kept busy enough to where he didn’t have much time to think about it.
When the last man had been bathed, his clothes washed, it was Benoit’s and Stone’s turn. The hunky Marines washed each other’s backs, and when they were done, they were given food. Stone could tell that each of them had lost at least ten pounds since they had arrived, which only made them look more cut, more muscular. Stone had not seen a mirror since they had gotten there. He had no idea how he looked, but Benoit’s body was looking hot as hell, and his beard made him damn sexy-looking.
Saaleh escorted Stone back to his cell, as did Benoit’s handler. They were both locked away for the night, as the sky turned dark and the temperature dropped. At least on bath days they were able to get warm, and the food tended to be better on those days as well.
About an hour later, Saaleh came into Stone’s cell, surprising him. It seemed that this was the day for surprises. When he entered, Stone smiled at him and patted the dirty mattress beside him, inviting him to sit. Yet another surprise came when Saaleh propped Stone’s former rifle against the wall, next to the door. The trust he was placing in Stone was something that Stone would not take lightly, nor betray. Stone honestly felt there might be hope for this youth.
The two men couldn’t talk to each other, but Saaleh did ask Stone’s name. Pointing to himself, he then said his name, and then pointed to Stone. It was cute the way he tried to say the American’s full name, so Stone cut it short for him, to just ‘Sam’, which he was able to handle.
While sitting there together, not saying anything, Stone wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. Saaleh smelt clean for the first time that Stone could remember, since he was one of the men who had gotten a bath that day, and his clothes washed. Saaleh also hadn’t insisted on fucking either Benoit or Stone during his bath, but only wanted Stone to blow him, which he did. It would have seemed odd had he not, with the other guards there, watching them.
Saaleh seemed to be truly happy with Stone holding him. Not long afterwards, he rested his head on the Marine’s shoulder and tentatively placed his small hand on Stone’s naked thigh. They sat like that for a long time. Stone enjoyed Saaleh’s warmth as the temperature continued to drop.
After a while, though, Stone started to become concerned, worrying what would happen if Abbas slipped in and found Saaleh there. Stone wasn’t worried about what Abbas would think; he was worried about what Saaleh would think, do, or say. Abbas knew that Stone had no real control over anything.
With his other hand, Stone stroked Saaleh’s face and felt only the faintest hint of stubble, affirming how young he was. Thinking about this, Stone asked him, like playing charades, how old he was, first indicating how old he himself was.
Grinning at Stone, Saaleh proudly told him that he was eighteen. Stone was beginning to wonder if that was actually the truth.
Chapter 13
Waking up, Stone stretched, long and hard. When the world came into focus, he was startled to see that the sun was fully up, and he was still in bed, just now waking up. Something was definitely going on. He jolted upright when he realized that Abbas had not come in last night, or early this morning, for his nightly visit.
A strange gut-wrenching chill ran up and down Stone’s back. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He stood up, wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, and started pacing his small cell. Ten steps from door to wall; eight from one side wall to the other side. His mind was running rampant with all the things that might have, or could have, happened.
Is Abbas all right? What about Benoit? Stone began to wonder if everyone had left, leaving Benoit and himself locked up. What if we were left here to starve to death? Left here to die alone, cold and hungry? Wild and crazy ideas flew through Stone’s head. It was the not knowing that was so maddening to him.
Stone suddenly heard movement in the hallway, so that eliminated the idea of having been left there to die a slow death of starvation. Still, no one came to take him, which was a break in what had become the norm. Then Stone started to worry about Saaleh.
He continued to pace. The air was thick, heavy with anticipation and anxiety. If Stone were pressed, he could never adequately explain what he felt, but something was about to happen, and he knew it wasn’t something good. It never was here.
The sun rose higher in the sky; the temperature rose, and still, nothing. To break the monotony of pacing, Stone started doing push-ups. After fifty of those, he did sit-ups. Then he jumped up, gripped the top of the bricked-up window, and did pull-ups. He had worked up a healthy sweat, and was wiping himself off with the blanket, when the door opened and Saaleh walked in.
In two steps, Stone strode to him, surprising Saaleh and himself. The big Marine grabbed the young man, pulled him into his body, and wrapped himself around him. In the last few days, Stone’s opinion of Saaleh had changed, and he found himself wanting to protect him, oddly enough.
Saaleh looked up at Stone and smiled, but it was short-lived. There was a tightness around his mouth and eyes. Stone hated to think what this kid had seen in his short lifetime, what he must have had to endure.
Stone stepped back, his hands on Saaleh’s shoulders, asking with his eyes, What’s going on?
Saaleh only shook his head, and with the barrel of Stone’s old rifle, pointed it toward the door, signifying that they needed to leave.
Once in the hallway, Stone saw that Benoit was being escorted into the courtyard. Saaleh motioned for Stone to follow, and the bottom of Stone’s stomach fell out. Absolute fear gripped his insides. Could this be the end? Are they done playing with us now?
As Stone walked down the dim hall, he wondered if this was what some would call ‘Dead Man Walking’. It sure felt like it was.
Where is Abbas?
They walked outside into the courtyard. The bright morning sun was already high in the sky, a brisk chill was in the air, and the courtyard was filled with men. Stone recognized most of them, but there were a few who he had never seen before.
Benoit was on his knees in front of his handler, who had his back to the interior wall. At the front wall, opposite the gated sidewall, was a table with one chair behind it. Saaleh took a spot next to Benoit’s handler, and Stone was forced to his knees, next to Benoit.