Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 01:30:30 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 184  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 184
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Hassan takes his boy Eddie into an erotic military fantasy.  Eddie
becomes a young Marine rookie carried off and held captive by his
muscle-god Marine captain, shirtless in fatigue pants and boots. "Chained
naked to the wall the young soldier was at the mercy of the rugged Marine
towering over him with lust in his eyes.  A stab of fear ran through him
and he groaned, `Sir, what are you going to do to me?'"

******************

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH Chapter 184 – "The Marine Captain & The Rookie"

Eddie was spinning into a fantasy.  He had spent a great day with Darius on
the canyon location of a recruitment video being shot for the Marine Corp's
publicity department.  Darius was one of the crew and Eddie his assistant.
And what thrilled Eddie was that his master, the muscle-god Marine Hassan,
was the featured actor in the video.

 "OK," shouted the director, "this last scene is meant to depict the guts
and brotherhood of the Marines, who always take care of their own.  The
idea is that one of the youngest soldiers has been hurt in battle and we
get a shot of the captain carrying him to safety.  Hassan, you ready?"

But there was a hitch, as the young Marine scheduled to play the injured
solider had been called away.  Darius pushed Eddie forward and the
frustrated director said, "Hey, this kid'll do fine ... young, innocent
looking, nice body but not too heavy.  OK, kid you just volunteered.  No
big deal, you just have to play dead ... or unconscious at least.  Think
you can do that?"  He didn't wait for a response.  "Good, then for god's
sake guys get the kid kitted out – just fatigue pants, no boots – too
heavy – shirtless with dirt and bloodstains on his chest and face."

The next few minutes were a daze for Eddie as he was whisked into wardrobe,
stripped and given fatigue pants to wear, while the makeup women daubed
dirt and bloodstains on his face and naked chest.  Then he stumbled outside
and came face to face with Hassan, who was shirtless except for the last
shreds of a torn shirt hanging from his shoulders.  Wearing torn fatigues
and boots, his body was covered in grease and dirt and streaks of blood,
signs of a brutal battle, and he still had black camouflage stripes on his
rugged square-jawed face.  He was an almost pornographic symbol of a
soldier after the heat of battle.

But Hassan was all business and barely glanced at Eddie.  Someone grabbed
Eddie's arm and pulled him round behind some bushes, where Hassan and the
director joined him.  Eddie felt himself being scooped up by Hassan with
one arm under his back and the other under the crook of his legs.  Lying in
Hassan's arms he heard the director say, "Here, try this," and he draped
one of Eddie's arms loosely behind Hassan's neck.

"Yeah, perfect.  Now go limp boy, close your eyes and drop your head back
like you're unconscious.  That's all you have to do ... leave the rest to
the soldier here."  The director disappeared and they were left alone
behind the bushes.  Hassan looked down briefly and said, "You OK?"  "Yes,
sir."  "Good, do just as he said."  Hassan looked straight ahead again, his
jaw clenched, as the director shouted, "Stand by, everyone.  Mark it.  And
... action."

With Eddie lying across his arms, his arm limply round his neck, Hassan
moved forward and stumbled through the bushes.  He paused, looked down at
the young soldier, then gazed determinedly ahead and strode across the set,
the camera following him, until he was out of camera range.  "Cut!  That
was perfect guys.  But I want a couple more takes for coverage –
close-up and longshot.  I'm nervous that we're losing the light, so can we
go again right away?"

Without loosening his grip on the boy in his arms Hassan strode back behind
the bushes, and waited for the next take.  Eddie opened his eyes a crack
and he saw above him the exotic sculpted features of the Marine, the broad
shoulders and rock hard biceps taking the strain, and the strips of shirt
clinging to his naked chest.  He stunk of sweat and Eddie felt drops
falling from Hassan's face onto his.  He was glad that the fatigues they
had given him were loose, or everyone would have seen the shape of his huge
boner inside them.

They did a few more takes, and before the last one there was a slight delay
for a lighting adjustment.  As Eddie lay in Hassan's arms that's when his
fantasy kicked in.  He began to actually feel like a wounded soldier being
rescued by his captain, being carried to safety in his strong arms.  It
felt so real, with Hassan being so much in character, his body taut, his
expression tense and resolute.  Eddie's imagination ran riot and he
wondered what would happen to the young soldier when the captain got him to
safety and laid him down.  Would the captain stay with him, take care of
him?

Then, the final take, and Eddie felt himself being carried once more
through the bushes and across the set.  But this time was different.
Instead of stopping just out of shot, Eddie felt Hassan striding forward
energetically and the sounds of the crew grew faint.  On the set the
director was saying, "And that's a wrap.  Thanks guys, great day, we got
some terrific footage."  He grinned at Darius.  "Thanks for your help
today, Darius.  One last thing ... Hassan seems to have done his
disappearing act again.  Always leaves right after we wrap.  Run after him
and make sure he and the boy are OK."

Darius gathered his gear and ran toward the parking lot.  He finally saw
Hassan up ahead but ... what the fuck?  Hassan was striding toward his jeep
with Eddie still lying limply in his arms.  Was it Darius's fantasy or ...?
It was as if the scene was continuing ... as if the Marine captain really
was carrying the young soldier away from the scene of battle.

His jaw dropped as he saw the captain lay the limp body carefully across
the back seat of his jeep, then jump in behind the wheel and drive slowly
away.  "Holy shit," Darius said, "what the fuck's going on?"  He jumped
into his own truck, made sure his camera was there, and took off after the
jeep.  Darius's fantasy wheels were spinning into overdrive ... a fantasy
where a handsome, muscular Marine was driving a wounded young soldier away
to a place of safety.

But where too?  And what was he gonna do with him then?

***********************

Lying in the back seat of the jeep Eddie was in a daze.  Maybe it was
simply fatigue ... or a fantasy ... or both.  He was exhausted, that was
for sure, having got up before dawn and spent a long, hectic day at the
beck and call of Darius and the crew.  Not to mention hot sex with Darius
during the lunch break where they had double teamed the arrogant First AD,
the Golden Boy.  Excitement and adrenaline had kept Eddie going, but now,
lying on his back, fatigue caught up with him and he was drifting between
waking and sleep.

But it was more than just fatigue ... much more.  Hassan had carried him to
the jeep without a word, as if he were actually carrying an unconscious
soldier.  And now here Eddie was lying half asleep stretched out on the
back seat, still shirtless, wearing nothing but military fatigues.

His mind drifted, his limbs felt heavy and he confused fatigue with injury.
His floating memory saw a young soldier, his chest and face smeared with
dirt and bloodstains, lying limply in the strong arms of the handsome,
muscular Marine captain, being carried to safety.  He saw the captain
gently place the injured young private in the jeep and drive him away.

He hallucinated that he was the young soldier, drifting in and out of
consciousness, the only sound being the rush of air outside and the hum of
traffic, which lulled him inexorably towards sleep.  The drive seemed
endless and the last thing the soldier was aware of before his mind shut
down was that he was in the power of the Marine ... and that his cock was
growing hard in his fatigues.

Then Eddie was fast asleep – and dreaming.

*********************

How long had it been?  Was this all a dream?  The boy was only dimly aware
of the jeep bumping over rough ground, coming to a stop, and then strong
arms lifting him out.  His eyes flickered open and he thought he glimpsed
the tense face of the captain, but he instantly lapsed again into
unconsciousness.

Much later his senses returned one by one.  Hearing first – the
persistent dry chirping of cicadas.  Otherwise silence.  Then the sensation
of warmth and softness beneath him.  And finally light – a dim light
pressing on his closed eyes.  Where was he?  What was happening?  He tried
to unscramble his thoughts, but they were jumbled fragments ... a crowd of
Marines. ... noise, activity ... a soldier carrying him ...  a journey."

His arms ached and he tried to move them ... but he couldn't.  A sudden
panic woke him up and his eyes jerked open.  He looked up at his wrists –
tied to bed posts.  He was lying on a bed.  He looked down and saw that he
was wearing only military fatigue pants – shirtless, barefoot.  He was
helpless - a prisoner.

Reflexively he pulled on the ropes binding his wrists and writhed in what
he sensed was a futile attempt to get free.  He soon gave up the struggle
and fell still, awaiting his fate.  He focused now on his surroundings, a
dim room lit only in the middle by an overhead light where he lay on some
kind of bed.  The edges of the room were in shadow, but by straining his
eyes he could make out something on the walls – hooks, chains, a whip
was it?  In the ceiling above him was a heavy beam, from which hung chains
and shackles.

A mild panic seized him, heightened when suddenly he saw something stir in
the darkest corner of the room.  It was a tall shape – a man – and as
it came forward he gasped.  It was the Marine captain – tall muscular,
stripped down to camouflage pants and boots, with the shredded remains of
his shirt hanging over his naked chest that was covered in sweat and the
marks of battle.  His black hair hung over his chiseled Arab/Asian
features, still bearing black camouflage stripes.

The effect on the boy was awe and confusion.  A normal reaction would have
been terror, but somewhere deep down Eddie knew this was Hassan, a man he
worshipped and trusted completely.  But that was deep in his subconscious,
serving only to remove the panic that would otherwise have gripped him.  In
his real-life fantasy he was still the young wounded private who had been
carried away from the other Marines and brought to safety.  Safety?  Here
in this unknown place, tied to a bed in a dim room with chains hanging on
the walls?

He winced, not sure of anything – except the one thing he could not
deny.  As he looked up at the rugged Marine his cock was rock hard in his
pants.  The soldier had tied him to the bed so what was he going to do to
him?  He thought of the chains, the whip ... so he was surprised by what
came next.  The captain took a bowl and a cloth from a side table and
pulled up a chair beside the bed.  He sat next to the soldier, dipped the
cloth in the warm water in the bowl and rubbed it gently over his face and
chest, cleaning off the grime and marks of combat.

"I checked you out while you slept, soldier, and there are no bones broken.
You feel OK?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir ... except – where are we – and why am I
tied up?  The captain's almond shaped eyes stared down at him and then
glazed over as if he were drifting to another time and another place.  "I
will tell you a story, boy, and then you'll know why you're here.  Years
ago I was a young corporal in an Arab army in the Middle East.  I ended up
in an interrogation unit, a cell equipped with instruments of what we
called persuasion but others called torture.  It was our job to extract
information from enemy soldiers we captured.

"One day I was assigned to work on a blond American, a corporal like me.
He was a spectacularly handsome soldier, like a Greek god, chained to the
cell bars, stripped to the waist in camouflage fatigue pants and boots.  He
faced a mirror on the opposite wall so he could watch everything that
happened to him.  But he was a tough son-of-a-bitch and wouldn't talk, so I
worked him over good ... electrodes attached to his nipples and balls that
made his magnificent body jerk with pain ... then the lash across his chest
and back.  His screams echoed round the small room but he wouldn't submit.

"I found myself sexually roused by the sight of this muscle-god in chains,
tears running down his handsome face, his tortured muscles gleaming with
sweat.  Leaving the electrodes on his nipples I went behind him, pulled
down his pants and pushed my huge cock in his ass.  As I hammered his ass I
turned up the electric current so pain radiated from his chest and his ass
impaled on my cock.  Moving from a world of pain to a world of ecstasy, the
soldier gazed at his tortured body in the mirror and in his delirium
screamed, `Fuck me ... Fuck my ass!'

"I felt his body shudder, his muscles flexed, and his ass muscles squeezed
my cock as he howled and a huge ribbon of semen blasted from his cock
across the room and slammed into the mirror.  I shot the most glorious load
in the soldier's ass, then walked round to confront him.  As his blue eyes
met mine we both knew.  Despite the extreme circumstances there was lust in
both our eyes ... an understanding, a respect ... a kind of love.

"He told me his name was Mark, and I knew I had to own this man, so I told
him my plan.  The torture would end, I would release him and take him to my
small house in the middle of the Arabian desert from where escape was
impossible.  There the American soldier would become my sex slave, chained
naked to the wall, there for me every day for me to use as I pleased.  I
would fuck his ass, his mouth, stretch his body on the bed, whip it, devise
new torments so I could watch his magnificent body writhe for my pleasure.
And sometimes, when my lust was sated, I would make love to him, kiss his
handsome face, fuck him gently, make him fall in love with me all over
again.

"But it was not to be.  He goaded me into longing for him to fuck me, and
the thought of this muscular soldier's cock in my ass overcame my judgment.
I released him, and gave my ass to him.  But while he was fucking me he
overpowered me and left me bound and helpless on the floor of the cell as
he escaped.

"All I knew was that he was a Marine living in Los Angeles and that his
name was Mark.  After our war ended I gained asylum in the United States
and joined the intelligence branch of the Marines.  Recalling my house in
the Arabian desert I bought a small, remote house here in the Mojave
Desert, an old ranger station.  I dreamed of using it to make amends to
Mark.

"I learned that he had become a cop and began a search for him.  When I
found him I begged him to come to my house in the desert.  In the basement,
the very room you are lying in now, he found me chained naked to the beam
you see above you, as I had chained him in that prison cell all those years
before, and he did to me what I had done to him.  He whipped my naked body,
my ass and my cock.  And at the end we made love, here on this very bed.

"Mark became my friend, but I always harbored the fantasy of capturing a
soldier and bringing him to this house as my sex slave.  Then, today, I
knew the time had come.  When I picked you up and carried you away in my
arms I looked down at you and knew I had my man.  I brought you here and
tied you to the bed, knowing you would try to escape.  But there is no
escape.  Outside there is only sand, as far as the eye can see, so you are
my prisoner.  You are a beautiful boy, soldier, and I will own you."

Eddie knew that every detail of Hassan's story was true – he had heard
it told by the boys many times and had fantasized about what it would be
like to be a sex slave to this incredible man.  And now it was true, though
the fantasy he had jerked off to so many times was clouded by the confusion
in his mind.  Ever since he had lain in the Marine captain's arms he had
felt like the wounded young private, taken away to safety, but waking up in
this dimly lit basement, tied to the bed, dressed in only in military
fatigue pants.

He was entirely at the mercy of the Marine gazing down at him with lust in
his eyes, and he felt a stab of fear run through him.  His throat was dry
as he stammered, "Sir, what are you going to do to me?"

**********************

The captain walked over to a switch on the wall and slowly the light became
brighter.  Eddie gasped as he saw more clearly the chains and shackles on
the bare brick wall and hanging from the beam.  There was a mirror on one
of the walls and in the ceiling above him.  The Marine smiled.  "I don't
have all the equipment I had in that cell in the desert, but enough to work
on my young private and take him into my special world of pain and infinite
pleasure."

"I told you my story, boy, because you are my new Mark, my new soldier in
chains.  I will work on your beautiful body chained to the wall and will
bring you to such a state of ecstasy that you will finally beg me to fuck
your ass.  So I will fuck you, you will drink my semen and I will make you
fall in love with me, just as I did to Mark.  You are young, potent, full
of juice, and I'm sure your cock can shoot many loads of that juice.  You
will cum again and again for me, the floor will flow with your cum, until I
have drained you dry.  You see, soldier, I am not only your captain ... I
am your master."

By this time the bound young soldier was breathing heavily, his heart
beating wildly.  He was at the mercy of the magnificent Marine who would
use him as his sex slave, day after day.  This was his life, now ... he
would belong to him, serve him, worship him.  The captain would own his ass
and his huge cock would fuck it again and again, time after time ... he
would ..."aagh!"  The soldier yanked desperately at his restraints, his
head thrashed from side to side, his body bucked and writhed and ... Aaagh"
... his cock exploded in his fatigues, blasting so much cum that a wet
stain began to spread over the fabric at his crotch.

He looked up wildly at his master, who gazed at him with a satisfied smile.
"I see you know how to please a man, soldier.  And every time you please me
I will show my favor by making love to you.  I assume that you have never
given your ass to another man, never felt a man's rod driving inside you.
It is painful, but a pain that becomes a pleasure like no other."

The captain unzipped his pants and pulled out a long, thick hunk of meat
that he let swing between his legs.  "This," he said, "is the weapon I will
use to spear your ass.  Watch ... do not turn your head away."  Eddie
watched mesmerized as the Marine stroked his cocked and it began to swell
in his fist.

And now the fantasy was complete.  The dark basement became a prison cell,
and the Marine captain was so persuasive, so ominous, that Eddie became the
young private, an innocent young man who had never before had a sexual
experience with another man, never contemplated it, but who had, despite
himself, just spilled his load in his pants simply by looking at the
incredibly beautiful Marine, heard his story and learned his own fate.

The cock had now grown to an iron-hard shaft and the boy was afraid of how
it would feel.  "Look at it, boy," the captain said.  "Look at this rod and
tell me you want it in your ass."

But the young soldier responded only by pulling hard at the ropes binding
him in another futile attempt to free himself.  A scowl of displeasure
crossed the Marine's face and he quickly knelt on the bed, straddling the
boy's body.  "You will learn that it is useless to deny me anything boy,"
he growled.  "I can make you submit ... like this."  He leaned forward,
rolled the boy's nipples between his fingers, then squeezed them hard.
Pain speared through the captive's chest, his body arched, tears sprang to
his eyes.

"This is an order, soldier.  Tell me you want my cock inside you ... beg me
to fuck your ass."  The pressure on his nipples was brutal now as the
fingers rolled over them, pulling, squeezing.  Tears poured down the
soldier's face as he shouted, "Yes, sir ... please, sir.  Please fuck my
ass sir ... I beg you, sir."

The pain stopped and through his tears the young soldier gazed up at the
warrior's dark, chiseled features, still striped with black camouflage
paint.  It was so ruggedly beautiful, so erotic that, even though the pain
had stopped the boy murmured, "Please sir, please put your cock in my ass."

"Your ass is mine to do with as I please, soldier.  I could shatter it with
this huge tool of mine but you have pleased me so I will instead make love
to it.  And when you feel my juice pouring inside it, you will beg to
become my slave.  First we shall see if you truly want me, boy."

He leaned forward and untied Eddie's wrists and freed his arms.  He stood
up and said, "Show me your ass, boy."  Eddie lowered his arms, grabbed his
legs behind his knees and pulled them back, displaying his ass.  "Oh yeah,"
the Marine moaned, standing at the foot of the bed.  "That sweet ass
belongs to me and now it will feel a man's rod in it for the first time."
He knelt between the raised legs, spat a gob of saliva onto the ass and
massaged it with his fingers.  He pressed the head of his rigid cock
against the boy's trembling hole and said, "Are you sure you want this boy?
I could take you by force, but I prefer you to want me."

"I do, sir.  I want your cock inside me, sir.  Please ... I beg you."  The
captain's hips pressed forward, the head of his cock slid inside the moist
young ass and moved slowly forward until it pressed against the warm
membrane deep inside.  The boy's eyes opened wide and he moaned loudly,
absorbing the initial shock of pain that slowly transformed into an
indescribably erotic pleasure.

The Marine grabbed the boy's wrists, letting his legs fall onto his
shoulders.  Holding onto the wrists he fell forward, pushing his arms once
again above his head and pinning his wrists to the bed.  The young soldier
gazed in silent awe at the spectacular body poised over him, the straining
arms, bulging pecs, ridged abdominal muscles and flared lats that tapered
down to the tight, slim waist cinched by the heavy belt of his fatigues.

The dark exotic face smiled down at him.  "This is how I dreamed of Mark –
at my mercy, my cock deep inside him.  Now I have you, and that beautiful
body looks perfect impaled on my rod.  So now, soldier, I am going to fuck
you."  The cock drew back, then pushed slowly into the ass again, easing in
and out, the tempo increasing, until the young man's ass was being
rhythmically pounded by the piston of the Marine's cock.

Eddie felt the drip of sweat falling from the Marine's face into his, as
the rigid shaft hammered into him.  He looked over the captain's shoulder
and saw in the ceiling mirror the reflection of the young soldier pinned to
the bed, and the broad back of the Marine rising and falling over him.  He
caught glimpses of the massive cock as it withdrew from his ass, then
plunged back in again ... and again and again.  It was driving him wild and
his own cock began to shudder.

Eddie's mind went dark.  All he knew was that he was a young rooky Marine
in bondage, at the mercy of this powerful captain, the uniformed muscle-god
reaming his ass.  When the captain finally leaned back and released his
wrists, Eddie instinctively reached up and ran his hands over the muscular
shoulders, down the wide lats then over the hard abs.  Then he pressed his
palms against the mounds of the sculpted chest.

He was hypnotized by the eyes that gazed down at him and by the low, deep
voice that said, "Now, soldier, you will feel your master's juice in your
ass, and you will shoot another load for me."  He saw the magnificent body
flex, saw the face rear back and the mouth open in an animal howl as warm
liquid erupted deep in his ass.

The boy dug his fingers into his mater's solid pecs and felt his cock
shudder, then blast a stream of cum that shot upward and slammed into the
captain's chest.  "Again, boy."  The slanted eyes mesmerized him and in
total obedience he shot another blast of cum, then another until semen was
pouring down the cleft between the Marine's bulging pecs.

********************

The boy now surrendered totally to the power of this incredible man ... he
belonged to him.  He offered no resistance as the battle-scarred captain
lifted him off the bed, and he must have blacked out momentarily.  When he
came to he was aware that he was standing, half hanging, his arms stretched
upward with manacles round his wrists.  He opened his eyes and gasped at
the reflection he saw in the mirror on the opposite wall.

The young rookie Marine, shirtless, barefoot, in ragged fatigue pants, was
chained to the beam high above his head, his lithe young body stretched
upward.  Barely recognizing himself, the sight of the bound soldier made
Eddie's cock grow stiff in his pants once again.

"Beautiful, is he not?"  The deep voice came from the shadows and the boy
strained to see the Marine walk slowly forward.  Reflexively he pulled at
the shackled wrists as he stared in wide-eyed fear at the whip hanging
round the captain's neck.  The Marine held up a wide, black leather collar
and ritualistically buckled it round the boy's neck.  The hypnotic voice
resumed.

"That is how I remember my beautiful Mark, chained in the cell, waiting for
the whip to lash his incredible body.  But first I did this."  He unzipped
the boy's pants, pulled them down just below his ass, and his raging hard
cock sprang out.  "Yes ... Mark's cock was hard as steel also just from
looking at me, waiting for me to work on his body.  And I will do the same
to you, soldier, as I did to him.  I brought him to a stunning orgasm."

The captain stood back, pulled the whip from around his neck, a whip made
up of loose leather braids, a cat o' nine tails.  Genuinely scared now that
the towering Marine was really going to hurt him Eddie tensed his body and
closed his eyes.  But when the whip fell across his chest it was light –
more a caress than a lash.  Eddie opened his eyes and saw the dark eyes
boring into his with a hint of a smile.  Then he knew he was safe and that
no harm would come to him.

With fear removed, Eddie once again drifted into the fantasy of the mirror
image of the young soldier in chains, undergoing the initiation of the whip
administered by the exotically beautiful captain.  It fell across his chest
a little harder now, enough to make his flesh tingle and his cock tremble.
He felt it curl round his shoulders and he tensed his six-pack abs to
absorb blows against them.

The Marine sighed.  "Ah, your body looks so beautiful in chains, flexing
against the whip, like a young captive soldier under interrogation.  Tell
me, soldier ... who do you belong to?"

"To you, sir.  I'm at your mercy, sir."

The captain walked behind his prisoner and lashed his back several times,
harder now, knowing that the boy's pain tolerance was greater in his back.
Eddie groaned in ecstasy, watching the chained soldier in the mirror, his
rigid cock standing out before him, his body jerking each time the whip
fell across his back.

Then it stopped and Eddie felt his master's hands stroking the white globes
of his ass.  "Beautiful," the Marine sighed.  "The ass I have fucked, and
will fuck again and again.  But now it will feel the sting of the whip, and
this time you will do for me what I made my beautiful Mark do.  I watched
the muscles of his gorgeous body tense, he screamed, and a ribbon of semen
burst from his cock and splashed on the floor of the cell."

Eddie felt the first lash fall across his ass, hard enough to make his hips
jerk forward and his cock to pulse.  By now he was mesmerized by the
chained soldier in the mirror, getting his ass whipped by the rugged
muscle-god behind him.  The soldier was in a trance, yelling, "Whip me,
sir.  Please, sir, whip my ass."  Eddie was drowning in the erotic sight
... a pornographic image of uniformed Marines come to life, one torturing
the other.

He felt another blow, then another, heard the whip snap across his ass, saw
the half-naked soldier writhing in chains.  He felt heat rising up his legs
and into his balls and his heart was pounding as he saw the boy in the
mirror open his mouth in a scream.  He saw his cock shudder and erupt in a
stream of cum that shot across the room and splashed onto the glass.

But the whip only increased, in speed and intensity.  "Come on, boy, let me
see more ... I want the floor flooded with your juice."  Eddie lost all
control as he watched the writhing soldier pour streams of semen onto the
floor.  His body was stunning – stretched upward, every muscle flexed
and trembling as his cock kept spewing cum.  In his delirium the reflection
became an image of Mark, the tortured muscle-god in military fatigues,
chained just like this, his ass whipped and fucked by his Arab enemy,
screaming as he blasted semen across the cell in the desert.  Then Eddie
went blank.

He felt the Marine's hand under his chin, raising his head, and he opened
his eyes to see the handsome face staring at him.  "That was spectacular,
boy.  You have proved yourself worthy.  You will stay here forever, your
only task to please me.  You will be fucked, whipped, chained ... every
indignity my fertile imagination can dream up.  You will be my prized
possession."  Eddie gazed into the hypnotic eyes, whimpered, and a final
spurt of cum oozed from his cock and dripped to the floor.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of a vehicle outside.  The
Marine smiled.  "And, I will share my prized possession with my buddies.  I
will show you off, let them work on that pretty body of yours.  You will be
theirs to enjoy."  He left the basement and went upstairs.

A stab of panic ran through Eddie.  This was something new, completely
unexpected.  He had never been so sexually aroused as the last few hours
and he loved the fantasy of Hassan, a Marine captain, holding him captive.
But just him and Hassan, nobody else, not a stranger who would not love him
as Hassan did.  He had heard how scenes like this could get out of control,
how men could get carried away and really hurt a helpless young guy like
him.

His euphoria drained from him, his cock went limp and his head fell forward
in despair.  He heard the faint sounds of voices from the room above.  But
all he could do was wait.

******************

"I had a feeling you would come," Hassan was saying, "and I'm glad you did.
I've got quite a scene going on here and I want you to be part of it."  He
explained the details of the boy he had chained in the basement.  "Now I
know you'll tune into this real easy, and you look perfect for it, so
follow me."

Eddie's heart beat fast as he heard heavy footsteps on the basement stairs.
The door opened and Hassan stepped from the shadows.  "A buddy of mine just
showed up," he said, "and I know he's really gonna enjoy you.  We'll
probably trade off fucking you, and then maybe I'll leave him alone with
you ... let him work you over in his own way."

That scared Eddie and he moaned, "No, sir ... Please, I ..."

"Did I give you permission to speak, boy?  You forget already? ... I own
you, I can do what I like with you, and so can my buddies."  Trembling now
Eddie saw another figure come in and stand in the shadows.  His face was
obscured but Eddie could see that he was a tall, black, muscular guy,
another Marine apparently in military camouflage pants and boots, with a
rough sleeveless denim shirt hanging loose over his sculpted chest.  Eddie
could only imagine what this tough black Marine would do to him when they
were alone.

A heavy silence hung in the air as the newcomer gazed from the shadows at
the young soldier helpless in chains, his pants pulled down below his ass
and his balls.  His cock hung limp but dripping with cum and the floor was
slick with it.  The room was stinking of sweat and semen.

"Shit damn," the black soldier said, "You've got a live one this time,
buddy.  He's a gorgeous young stud, a real keeper.  Man, am I gonna have a
great time working this kid over."

The words terrified Eddie and fear blinded him to all else, even the
soldier's voice.  But then ... surely ... he recognized the voice.  It
couldn't be, but ...  And then the man stepped forward, with a big smile on
his handsome face.  Darius.  His friend Darius, his hero, the man he had
always lusted for.  Relief poured over him, so strong that tears came to
his eyes and he began to sob quietly with relief.

But Darius did not react.  Instead he turned to Hassan and said, "Hey, I
gotta get a shot of this ... it's so fucking hot."  He turned the lights up
brighter and held up to his eye the camera he had been carrying.  He
circled the chained soldier filming him from all angles, then pulled up his
pants and zipped them up for a shot of him simply stripped to the waist.
He kept filming as Hassan walked up close and smiled to see the look of
relief and gratitude in the kid's eyes.  "Arms hurt do they, soldier?" he
asked running his hands up and down the up-stretched arms.

"Yes, sir," said Eddie, realizing that his arms really did ache from being
pulled up for so long.  The Marine reached up, unclipped the shackles from
the chain and reattached the chain to the back of the collar round the
boy's neck.  As his arms dropped with relief to his sides the shackles were
re-attached behind his back.  "At ease, soldier."  The boy spread his legs
and his head fell limply forward.

"Holy shit," Darius groaned, "that is so fucking hot.  Let me see his face.
The captain grabbed the boy's tousled hair and pulled his head up to face
the camera.  "Perfect," said Darius.  Eddie looked in the mirror and saw a
young soldier, stripped to the waist, chained by the neck, his hands
shackled behind his back.  The rugged Marine captain was pulling his head
up by the hair, like a trophy on display for the black muscle-boy who was
filming the whole thing.  Eddie had never felt so degraded – or more
turned on – in his life.  He was a captive to be used any way these men
wanted.

"OK," Darius said, lowering his camera, "enough for now."  He went over to
the shadows and grabbed something he had put down on the floor when he came
in.  "Here, man, I picked up a six-pack on the way.  Care for a beer?"

"Do I?!" Hassan laughed.  "Working this kid over has given me a giant
thirst.  Here ... he pulled over a bare table and a couple of
chairs... "park it here, man."  They sat at the table, facing the boy from
a few yards away, opened their beers swallowed deeply.  Darius tilted back
in his chair put his feet on the table and wiped his mouth.  "Shit the
young rookie looks hot like that.  What you done to him so far, buddy?"

"Oh, I tied him to the bed and got him all fired up by telling him my story
of torturing that gorgeous, blond American G.I. back in my army days in the
desert.  Shit, he was so fucking turned on that he shot a load right there
in his fatigues.  Then I tortured his tits and made him beg me to fuck his
ass.  So I fucked him and he shot another load of jism.  I chained him up
like you saw him, whipped his chest and back, and when I whipped his ass he
shot another load of juice clear across the room.  Man, it just wouldn't
stop pouring out of him.  That's why the floor's so wet."

"Hell, the guy's a real gusher.  Three times already eh?"

"Damn right, but I aim to drain the fucker dry.  Long way to go yet.  Hey,
look at this."  He jumped up, walked over to the prisoner, unzipped his fly
and pulled out the boy's cock.  "See, what'd I tell you?  Hard as a rock
again."  He pushed the mouth of his beer bottle between the boy's lips,
tilted his head back and he gulped thirstily.  Then he poured the rest of
the beer over his captive's head, watching with satisfaction as it ran down
his face and over his body.  He sat back down, opened another beer and
grinned at Darius.  "Tell you what, I bet you a twenty I can make the
fucker cum again just by sitting here and talking to you."

"No way," Darius laughed.  "OK. You wanna throw your money around, man –
you're on."  He reached in his pocket and slapped a twenty-dollar bill on
the table, which Hassan matched.  They drained their beers and opened
another, drinking freely.  They loosened up – two muscle-stud Marines,
one an exotic Arab/Asian, the other a handsome black buck – two soldiers
getting drunk, laughing about what they were going to do to the chained
rookie.

"I tell you one thing, man, that boy has gotta get a taste of this."  The
black guy stood up and ran his hand down his right leg, tracing the shape
of the long rod that stretched from his crotch almost to his knee.

"Holy shit," said the Marine.  "Man that poor fucker's gonna scream like a
stuck pig when you shove that pole in his ass.  Tell you what – we'll
toss for who goes first.  He pulled a coin from his pocket.  "OK, call."
The black guy laughed.  "Hell, I want me a hot piece of tail, so `Tails'."

Eddie was deep in fantasy world.  He looked in the mirror and saw the
shirtless young rookie, barefoot in military fatigues, chained by the neck,
hands manacled behind his back.  And in front of him were two drunk Marines
raucously debating how they were going to work him over, betting on which
one would get to fuck him first while the other whipped him.  It was an
erotic scene out of a wet dream and his cock was dripping with pre-cum.  He
watched spellbound as the soldier tossed the coin, caught it and yelled,
"Tails it is.  Lucky bastard, you go first."

Eddie looked again at the reflection of the muscular young soldier in
chains waiting helplessly for the two Marines to get to work on him.  He
thought of the long bulge in the black guy's pants and shuddered at the
thought of the huge club driving into his ass while the captain whipped his
chest.  It was driving him wild and he felt his balls and cock bursting.

The two Marines were still drinking and laughing, and the black guy was
saying, "So how long you gonna keep him here?"  The captain replied,
"Indefinitely, man.  Like you said, he's a keeper so he belongs to me now,
my new sex slave.  Shit I can fuck and whip this boy's ass forever and
he'll stay chained here as long as ... Aaah!"  Suddenly his head jerked
back as hot semen slammed into his face and poured over both of them.

"Holy shit," the captain said, wiping semen from his eyes and seeing the
incredible sight of the rookie Marine tugging against the collar round his
neck while his cock shot ribbons of cum onto the table before them.  The
two soldiers gazed in awe, then roared with laughter.  "Guess I win the
bet," said the captain, pulling the two twenty-dollar bills toward him.
"Hey, buddy, you think these twenties are still legal tender if they're
stuck together with jism?"

More boisterous laughter, and the black guy stood up, shrugged off his
shirt, and said.  "OK, the young punk just shot a massive load, so it's
time to strip for action."  He shrugged off his shirt and let it fall.
"Hey, boy, feast your eyes on this."  He unzipped his pants and pulled out
his massive ten-inch black pole.  "This is what's going into that sweet ass
of yours, boy."  He walked toward him and stroked his face.  "Shit, you're
a real beauty.  Am I gonna enjoy fucking you!"

***********************

The captain picked the whip up off the floor and stood in front of the boy.
He held his chin and gazed into his face.  He surprised Eddie by coming
closer and kissing him hard on the lips, pushing them open with his tongue
and grinding their mouths together.  He pulled back and, in a tone Eddie
knew so well, said softly.  "I love you, boy."

He stood back, grabbed Eddie's hips and turned him sideways to the mirror.
Turning his head to the mirror he said, "Watch."  Darius yanked the boy's
pants down and they pooled round his ankles.  He spat in his hand, rubbed
his wet fingers over the boy's hole and pushed two inside.  Then he spat on
his cock and stroked it slowly.  "You ready for this, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie croaked.  "Yes please, sir."  He and Hassan watched in
the mirror the incredible sight of the long black pole pushing between the
rounded white globes, then disappearing, inch by inch, into the naked boy's
ass.  Hassan twisted Eddie's nipples hard in his fingers and the boy
gasped, looking first at the huge black cock sliding in and out of his ass,
then up at the chiseled, dark features of the Marine, striped with
camouflage paint, and the dark eyes smiling at him.

From the moment Hassan had said `I love you, boy' the words had the effect
of shifting the scene from fantasy to reality.  And in Eddie's mind the
reality of being chained in Hassan's house and worked over by his master,
Hassan, and his hero, Darius, was, if anything, even more erotic than
watching the young rookie Marine get tortured by two drunken soldiers.

As if reading his mind Hassan smiled at him and said, "Now, while Darius
fucks your gorgeous ass, kiddo, what else do you want?"  Eddie knew exactly
what he wanted, the thing that had made him shoot a load just hearing about
it.  "I want you to whip me, sir.  Please, sir."

And so began what could have been a nightmare for any boy, being worked on
by both men at once, but for Eddie it was far from hell ... more like
heaven.  Hassan raised the whip and lashed it lightly across his chest,
while the black cock pushed ever deeper into his ass.  Both men knew
Eddie's limits and took him right up to them.  The cock hammered faster,
the whip stung harder until Eddie knew he could not take much more.

"I'm still gonna drain you, boy," said Hassan.  "So if you don't wanna get
hurt, cum for me again... Now!"  On command Eddie obeyed and blasted yet
another load of cum, once again splashing on his master's chest.

And there were more orgasms to come.  The men switched roles and as Hassan
fucked him and Darius worked on his tits he came again.  Then the chain was
lengthened so the boy was able to kneel, with the sight of two huge cocks
inches from his face.  Using the wet cloth he had used to clean the young
soldier's body, Hassan wiped the two long shafts clean and they took turns
fucking his face.  Eddie was unaware when he shot another load, which he
did again and again ... all of them merging into what seemed like one
continuous orgasm.

It went on and on until in one final act Hassan grabbed Eddie's hair and
pulled the face back, forcing it to look upward.  The helpless boy stared
up at them, mouth sagging open, cum spilling from the corners.  "Come on,"
the Marine said to Darius, "one last shot."  With his free hand Hassan
pounded his cock and Darius did the same.  Eddie gazed up at the two cocks
pointing straight at him and knew what was coming.  He saw the heads grow
hard, the holes open and saw semen blast from them.  Instantly he was
blinded by two streams of cum that smashed into his face – his eyes, his
hair and neck – and then flowed down his chin and onto his chest.

What had become an orgy of lust finally died down from sheer exhaustion.
Hassan grinned at Darius.  "Think our boy's had enough, buddy?"  Darius
sighed.  "Dunno, but I know I sure have.  I just have to get another shot
of this, though."

He grabbed his camera from the table and aimed it at the pornographic image
of a muscular young soldier, butt naked, kneeling on the floor, his hands
shackled behind his back, his head held taut by the chain that stretched
from his collar to the ceiling above.  His eyes were hollow with
exhaustion, tears flowed down his cheeks, semen ran down his face, spilled
from his mouth, and dripped onto his dirt-streaked chest.

For Darius it was a final dramatic shot of a young rookie soldier who had
been carried off and imprisoned by a rugged Marine captain, hung in chains
and worked over for hours by two drunken soldiers.  He now knelt in abject
degradation, knowing that his fate was to be an everlasting slave to the
magnificent muscle-god, who now towered over him.  Hassan pulled the boy's
hair back further and said, "There, look in the mirror, boy.  A rookie
soldier keeling in total surrender to his captain."  Eddie whimpered and a
final spurt of cum oozed from his cock.  "That's what your life's gonna be
from now on.  You get it?"

"Yes, sir ... thank you, sir."  Darius pushed in for a tight close-up of
the boy's pitiful, cum-soaked face.  Hassan unhooked the chain from his
collar, released his hands from the manacles, and Eddie fell forward on his
stomach.  Hassan and Darius stood at a distance and the boy dragged himself
over the cum-drenched floor toward them.  Coming closer he reached out,
clamped his hands round Hassan's boot and pulled himself forward, dropping
his head on the boot in total exhaustion.

Hassan looked down at him and smiled.  "I think this is where we came in,
boy."  He bent down, lifted the boy up and held him lying limply across his
arms, just as the young rookie had lain in the arms of the Marine captain
on the film set, what seemed like a long time ago.  Hassan carried his
naked boy upstairs into the bedroom and laid him gently on the bed.  Darius
had followed, and the two men stripped off their pants and boots.

Too exhausted to do anything else they lay down on either side of the boy.
Sleep came quickly but, before they drifted off, Hassan whispered in
Eddie's ear, "You OK, young Eddie?"  Eddie pressed against him and
murmured, "Best ever, sir.  That was awesome.  I love you so much, sir ..."
And he was asleep in his master's arms.

*********************

They slept late, and when they stirred it was to the stink of sweat, semen
and stale beer.  "Shower," ordered Hassan and the three of them went
outside, dazzled by the desert sun, to the outdoor shower.  It could easily
have become a continuation of the night's activity but Hassan grabbed
Eddie's rigid cock and said, "Enough!  I'm starved and I'm gonna take you
two into Palm Springs for breakfast."

"Sir," said Darius tentatively.  "I gotta tell you that last evening when I
followed you here I called Zack on the way and he said the construction
site's closed for a couple of days so he's coming out this morning to join
me.  I hope that's OK, sir."

"That's terrific.  We'll make a great foursome.  Hey, tell you what.  Why
don't we spend the weekend in the Springs?  I'll treat us to one of those
private, secluded hotels and we can lie back in luxury ... room service,
drinks by the pool.  Be a contrast to last night but we can still get up to
stuff.  Maybe even entice a couple of hot pool boys to join us.  Think they
would?"

Darius laughed.  "Us four ... you kidding?  Try keeping them away."

"OK it's a deal.  But I better call Bob and let him know what's going on –
see if he can spare Eddie for a couple of days."

Bob was enthusiastic.  "Great idea, buddy.  Only thing is I imagine you
guys got up to some pretty hot stuff last night and I'm sure Darius filmed
it, so the boys will be dying to see it.  Seriously, though, your timing's
great.  The house is pretty quiet right now.  Seems to be a time for the
masters to get reacquainted with their boys.  `Quality time' Mark calls it.

"With the construction site closed Randy's taken Pablo up to the lake for
some fishing and who-knows-what else.  Mark's taken Jamie down to San
Diego, Ben's with Jason of course, and Zack's coming out to join you guys.
That leaves me and the twins in the house, and Adam and Nate are coming
from next door to join us.  Actually, you know me ... I have plans for the
five of us, so just as well no one else is here.  So go for it, buddy.  And
take care of young Eddie... but I imagine you've already done that."

Hassan shut off his phone with a grin and murmured.  "Hmm, `quality time' –
so that's what they're calling it.  Now that would be something to watch."

*******************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 185


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