Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2006 11:36:59 +0800
From: JJ Cruz <holyrambutan@gmail.com>
Subject: Captured by Moro Rebels part 1

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All actors are 18 or older. And succeeding chapters will feature sexual
activities, non-consensual and otherwise, between the characters featured
below. If reading this is illegal in your conservative boiler room, then I
suggest you go watch CNN.

All characters in this series are real only in author's imagination. Some
social and cultural milieus herein are based on my knowledge of my country,
the Philippines. They have been embellished along the way in order to make
a point. And no, this is not a memoir. I don't want to get Freyed. Enjoy!


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Captured by Moro Rebels -- Part 1

Light was beginning to fall in rapid swatches through the lush green
canopy above us as we headed deeper into the hinterlands. I realized it
was just past noon, but the forest was becoming so thick with its
gargantuan leaves, moss-covered rocks and treetrunks as high as the sky,
that my bearing was going haywire. "Where are we going? Where are they
taking me?" These were the thoughts of a captive in panic.   My sense of
direction has gone past its function. I can't pinpoint any landmark in
this freaking jungle. At first I could still recognize and memorize our
trail, but after few hours, I was completely lost. My whole survival was
at the mercy of these men and I hate it.

 Hiking up on a leaf-covered trail, I was pitted in the middle of a group
of rugged angry men- scary men, either carrying boxes of supplies or
toting their guns.  My hands were bound tightly in some kind of twine or
abaca rope that every time I tried to loosen it, a barrel of an armalite
gun came poking on the small of my back.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Wrong move, kid!," with a cluck of his tongue, the voice
growled behind me. I felt a smirk growing in his face. I got this bad
feeling that behind that fatigue uniform of his, there lies the kind of
savagery that all lawless men are capable of doing. It made me want to
shudder just by thinking of it. I hung my head low knowing this was a
futile exercise. He then chuckled maliciously. How was I to escape when
there are like five men behind me and in front?

My legs were already aching from the two day walk these bastards had
imposed on me. My muddied leather shoes- the only one I got- was already
falling apart, its leather sole beginning to yawn. "Dammit, if only I
fled the first time I heard the shots!," I thought bitterly.

Let me introduce myself. I am Lucius Tan, "Lus" for short. I'm 25 years
old, the only son of a middle class rice-trading Chinese-Filipino couple
in Mindanao. Yes, I look Chinese but my upbringing is vastly Filipino. My
friends back at home are all Filipinos and I can't speak a word of
Fukienese, my dad's dialect. What I lack in speech, I make up for my
Chinese-ness in my almond-eye looks and my pale skin. I stand 5'9" tall
just above average, with broad shoulders, defined pecs and my beginner's
six-pack. My best friend said that my face looked like a younger Russell
Wong from the Joy Luck Club with the same wavy hair and angular jaw, but
I think he was just pulling my leg. He even teased me to enter "Ang TV",
then a popular variety show for teens on local TV in the hope that I'll
become a celebrity. And yes, I am gay- a gay virgin. No one knows I'm
gay, not even my best friend. I was not out of the closet so to speak. My
work in the health industry has wrecked my social life to zero, but I'm
not complaining since my job is a fulfilling one. I guess that
compensates my lust for men. It kills the libido really.

As we trudged along the narrow path into the endless jungle, I tried to
recollect what went wrong. Why the hell were we attacked? What for? We
did nothing wrong. We were just a group of doctors on a medical mission
sent by the local government to one of those unnamed towns in Cotabato.
We couldn't possibly be considered as a threat! What will we do? Stab
them with scalpels?? Suture their asses?? They should be ambushing those
army tanks, not us! Dammit! Dammit! Shit.

I can remember the whole episode as if it happened just hours ago. I was
kneeling down and rummaging through our supplies of bandages and splints
in the back when I suddenly heard rapid gunshots piercing through the hot
midday air.  Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak. Clip. Prak-prak-prak-prak-prak. It
was so fast you won't have time to react. My eyes widened and my skin
went cold. My brain was telling me to bail for it, but my heart was
screaming "You're gonna get shot!!!" I could even hear my heartbeat
galloping in fear.

My brief reverie was abruptly shaken by the shrill cry of an unknown bird
perched high above the trees heralding our arrival. Oh, the cries. My
God, how can I forget those awful cries? Mothers wailing, children crying
"Mama! Where are you?", people screaming, feet running here and there,
the treatment tent falling to the ground with a swoosh, tables turning
and men shouting "There they are! Hurry and fire!" Bam-bam-bam-bam!
Budda-budda-budda-budda! Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak! I could practically hear
bodies falling into the ground. "Aaaagh" Thud! "Oooow" Thud! And I just
stared into the air not believing that this is real life and not some
kind of war movie Hollywood came to make.

What devastated me the most was the voice of my team leader, Dr. Cosimo
Velez, a 60-year old cardiologist. From what I could hear, it seemed Dr.
Velez was one of the last ones to be shot. He was near the supplies tent
being his home station. I guess he too was too shocked to do anything,
even to run away.

I heard one of the men shouting at the top of his lungs in the native
Maranao dialect "You're the Leader of all of this?? You think you can
just come tramping into our territory you stupid shit? I know you work
for the government asshole. I know your agenda in these parts. You think
our dear president can bring in doctors to put up a good face for her
government while her fucking tanks are already here standing by to blow
us to smithereens? You assholes, every one of you stupid doctors, you're
going to pay for what the government did to us a month ago. Maybe you
think after massacring the lot of us in Limpang Sumpik, we won't
retaliate in some way?? You think we rebels are scared, you piece of
bourgeois shit?? Well, it's a good thing you guys came barging in, or
else we won't have anyone to exact our revenge! Hahahaha!" Oh geez, I was
pretty sure that laugh was made by Satan himself!

"Ok boys, you know what to do! Let's give ol' doc here some rebel
kindness!," the man said. Immediately I overheard a most anquished cry
"Pleaase...Have mercy...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh", and a sudden crack, followed by
the sound of a body slumping on the table, then the sound of Dr. Velez
sliding off and hitting the gravel floor. I wanted to shout but I just
covered my mouth is utter disbelief.   It was a massacre. This was not
Krakow or Nanking but they way the whole scenario played out, the more
I'm convinced it was.

After 15 minutes of endless bursts of staccato gunfire, there was
silence- a deathly silence...that was marred only by feet crunching on
gravel towards the supplies tent. I thought "Oh shit! Once they find me
here, I'll be dead too. Shit! Shit! Where can I possibly hide?? Lord, why
can't I make myself disappear the way they do in the movies?"

On my right side were clean linens and towels and boxes of syringe. My
shaking hands immediately went for the linens and I scampered behind the
stacks covering myself with it.   That was then the footsteps were fast
approaching.

I was already saying my last prayers when I heard in thick Maranao accent
"Get only the medicines especially the antibiotics and the painkillers.
Burn all the other supplies! We don't need them. Leave the bodies alone!
Let Gen. Descaril find for himself how we Maranao Tigers exact our
revenge!"

There was a sudden movement around me like things being taken away and
that was when I realized that these rebels were carting away the syringes
and some of the towels to be disposed outside. Shit. I kept thinking "I'm
dead when they'll see me here." I simply shut my eyes off to avoid the
terror that was to unfold.

Finally, I felt a hand grabbed the sheet on top of me and when I opened
my eyes, four armalite barrels were pointing close to my face. I felt my
blood drained and an overwhelming dizziness enveloped my whole being as
if the whole tent was getting darker. It was only then I passed out.

I'm not sure how long I passed for unconscious but I distinctly
remembered being awakened by a heavy blow to my right temple. It felt
like a ten-wheeler truck hitting my right side. I slowly opened my eyes
and, to my horrors, I immediately realized I was in a gutter my face
kissing the dirt and the grass. My mouth was dry and the dizziness was
still there.

I shifted my head slowly taking in the sight in front of me. Eight, no,
Ten angry-looking men all standing on the dirt trail with their guns
cocked, their eyes boring a hole into my head. Even if I squinted, I
still can't see their faces because all are against the light.

One of them, a boy perhaps 18 years old, about 5'8" with smooth sun-baked
skin, with thick shoulders and muscled arms, his black hair cropped short
and sporting a red and white checkered bandana on his forehead came over
to my side and savagely kicked my stomach.

"AAAAggghhh!!! Stop!! Please!! I give up!!!," I yelled out in pain.

"Abdullah you fool! You were supposed to carry our guest, not kick him. I
see the worm is finally awake," said the man in a faded military fatigue.
He looked directly at me and said sarcastically "You only have two
options worm, either to get up before I finish this sentence or we'll
riddle your body with our bullets."

My mind snapped awake when he said bullets! I was already traumatized by
what happened at the site that I don't want to experience it anymore. I
pushed myself off the ground and stood up shaking with fear. I can feel
the smirks that were plastered in all their brown weather-beaten faces.
When I saw their eyes, I realized that they were all looking at my
crotch! I immediately looked down and saw it! There I was having a
semihard-on outlining in my khaki pants! And they all saw it! And I
didn't know I had it!! Fuck! They must think I'm a pervert doctor to be
aroused in such a life-and-death scenario. Oh shit. My face went crimson
in shame as I tried to cover the evidence. I just hung my head low enough
to avoid their mocking glances. I don't do this kind of thing. Why now??

There was a burst of malicious laughter coming from the youngest of the
rebels. I cannot bear to look at their faces. Ooh, the shame I felt was
excruciating. How I waited for the earth to swallow me whole. And fuck,
my dick was getting more aroused by the unwanted attention. It hardened
to its full girth bulging nastily in front.

"Boss Ali, you're right to spare this one. I can tell," a guy in another
fatigue remarked.

"Yeah Achmed, my plans are already drawn. Now, let's get going before
sundown. You worm, get on your feet! You're marching in front of me!"

He waved his gun in front of me indicating that I follow its direction.

"Abu, tie his hands with our spare rope. We don't want the worm to think
we're getting soft on him, do we? As of now, you are nothing but a worm.
A worm that can be crushed by my boot! If we shoot you right here right
now, it won't be a loss to us. You're just collateral damage. So, if you
value your life worm, then, I suggest you follow orders! And that's from
anyone of us here!"

Abu tugged the knot twice to check that he securely tied my wrists. I
felt like sheep to slaughter. And damn, my hardon was still raging
through the fabric.

"Now, March!!" Ali barked as he hit my right shoulder blade with the butt
of his gun.

I have no choice, but to start walking. Uncomfortable I was, my dick on
the other hand was having a field day. My face went from crimson to pink.
Damn the little bugger.

I looked sideways and I overheard Abu saying "Boss, did you see that?
Even now his dick is still hard. I can't believe that a good-looking
doctor like him can be this perverted. Boss, so when do we 'eat?'" He
said it while holding his crotch. I wasn't sure whether Abu was just
hungry for food or for something else.

"Later. All in good time. I myself am hungry too. I think we need to
roast our 'chicken' tonight.", Ali quipped. He and Abu glanced at me when
they saw that I overheard their conversation. Abu smirked and with a
guttural force, he spat out a large batch of saliva to the ground. He
proceeded to wipe his lips with his sleeve and went back towards the
others.

Ali just smiled at Abu and turned to me and said, "Be careful now worm,
don't get any ideas 'cuz here in the jungle of Cotabato, anything goes.
No law will stop my men from doing what they want. And usually what they
want, they get." and Ali barked "Now, eyes on the trail worm!"

I did what Ali said. I just focused on the ground in front side-stepping
slippery rocks and old tree stumps. But it kept me thinking though. Abu
is I think about 20 years old, 5'10" his straight shoulder-length black
hair covered his ears, and has a nice round pecs that pressed against his
olive green tee-shirt and, his V-shaped abdomen was something you'd get
from constantly going to the gym.

On the other hand, Ali their boss, must be like 5'11", 24 or 25 no older
than that. His hair longish with the exact cut like Che Guevara tousled
up to make like a bad-boy appearance, his skin smooth and browned by the
sun, and his body just fit into his fatigue like a glove. His pecs are
really straining under that uniform and his biceps just swallow up the
sleeves. He must have done some military training one way or the other.
His body is not that of an ordinary rebel. I've read from the news lately
that Moro rebels were courted by the government to lay down their arms
and as a bonus, they were given the chance to join the regular units.
Some did join out of money, but some returned to the boondocks because
they were still treated with suspicion by the regulars. Maybe Ali was one
of them.

If I'm not mistaken, the smiles from the two men behind me were lust
driven. Or was it my imagination? It has to be my mind playing tricks on
me. And that thing that Ali said about his rebels getting what they want,
it doesn't make any sense. I know they're hungry, if so, then, they could
just steal something, but not throw lewd smiles at me!

Then is it because of their lust that I was spared so that they could eat
me? Oh, c'mon! It just doesn't fit the picture. Cannibals I can imagine,
but battle-scarred soldiers like them? It's simply too farfetched.

Then, why was I spared? While every one of my coworkers and even my
superior were gunned down without a bat of an eyelash, I was not killed
like an animal. Until now, I still can't believe it. Why was I the only
one to be captured? And captured alive?? There must be a financial angle
to all this! Oh, damn. Maybe because I'm Chinese, therefore, these
hoodlums think my parents can pay the ransom! That's it! They want to
milk my parent for every penny they worked hard for! These stupid rebels
must think that we Chinese won't cooperate with the inutile police, so
they think it's easy payment for them! Oh, fuck.

After half an hour of merciless terrain, the group was coming into a flat
clearing of fresh cogon grass. I hear the heavy footsteps of the one
behind me. I know he too must be tired from all this walking. Maybe this
was going to be my chance to flee.

I tried to loosen the knot by straining my wrists against it but to no
avail. It still was tight enough that my hands were getting rope burn
from constantly trying to pry free. I knew Ali did not see this because
there was no gun poking behind my back. But if I need to escape, it has
to be in that clearing!

The tall bamboo trees, the hanging vines and the huge acacia behemoths
gave way to short clearing which was bathed in the warm glow of the late
afternoon sun. It was in the middle of the jungle and was encircled by a
peerless curtain of rainforest. The clearing was full of tall cogon grass
that turns golden when the sun strikes them and they were tall enough to
hide a man inside.

The group was clearly fatigued and probably dehydrated for walking
endlessly without stopping. Even I myself was beginning to succumb to it.
Then, I saw the opportunity. As the grass was much taller in the middle
of the clearing, I also saw that there was a depression on the far right
of the trail making it more practical for me to hide there.

Eleven of us trekked towards the center when suddenly, I turned my head
towards the left of the clearing and bellowed "There's the military!"

All of them jumped to attention and several in the back dropped the boxes
and readied their rifles for an imminent attack. Ali lead the group and
jumped into a dry ditch near the trail. While they were straining their
necks and their rifles cocked, I jumped and took a mad dash eastwards to
a small distance away from the small depression. My already tired feet
were barely flying even though the adrenaline was kicking in full time.

Ali turned his head towards my direction and his eyes widened with
surprise. He jumped up and shouted angrily, "The motherfucking swine had
us!! The worm tricked us!! Ohh, he's gonna get it I swear. He's gonna pay
for wasting my time with his futile games."

He placed his hands to his mouth curling them like a megaphone and
proceeded to call me "You worm! I know this clearing more than anyone
else! I know the depression near you and I know the best hiding places
here! There's no escape here, kid! Give it up!"

I was still undaunted by his threats. I was beyond scared to be exact.
It's more of a desperate struggle to escape. I ducked my head and
scrambled for the depression. Running towards the jungle edge was not an
option since they'll see me clear as day, and I don't want to become
another target practice for these muscle-headed rebels. I was extra
careful not to make any sudden movement that would disturb the cogon
grass. Just a few meters more.

My feet jumped into the depression knowing this was the only place to
hide. It was small about 5x5 meters with a cliff-like promontory on one
side. From afar, it's as if the horizon just continued until the edge of
the jungle, but in reality it dropped several feet thereby covering the
spot with tall grass on all sides.

I saw a small stone with a sharp edge to which I started rubbing it
through the rope. Little by little and fiber by fiber, the twine knot
snapped free. My wrists were freed and I saw the rope burns were
beginning to blister.

I suddenly heard a sound rustling among the cogon grass. I was sure it's
one of them! My fear kicked in once again and I was too paralyzed to
move. This was the only place I know! The rustling sound grew stronger
and stronger. It took probably a couple of minutes more for them to find
me. And I hope it's not Ali who finds me. I'll be executed for sure!

Then with flash, I saw Ali jumped out of the grass and sprang towards me,
pinning my wrists with his muscular arms to the ground. I was immobile. I
was dumbstruck. I was the prey and he was the hunter.

And he was wearing just an olive green shirt! He surely must have left
his fatigue at the trail. Shit! His body was unbelievably fit! He has a
nice toned body with large round pectorals, not so puffed up but really
round and tightly defined, with large dark brown nipples protruding
against the fabric. How I wanted to suck them. His arms were very tightly
wounded with bulging biceps firmly in place. I saw he has a short goatee
betraying a more youthful rebel. I even smelled a trace of cheap perfume
mixed with sweat that clung onto his shirt. And I felt a familiar
stirring in my groin. Not now.

He was not pressed against me but rather his legs knelt beside my hips. I
saw that his face burned with fury that I can hear him gritting his
teeth. His neck muscles tensed up. His eyes were drilling me so bad, I
wasn't able to look at him straight on. He freed his right arm and
without warning, he hit smacked me right on the face. And another smack,
more forceful this time. And another harder smack. My cheeks were bright
red from the smack. And another hit. I can feel a dribble of warm liquid
pooling in my mouth. And another smack this time on the chin. The pain
was simply exquisite. It was like being hit by fifty people at the same
time.

I just shut my eyes and clenched my mouth because I felt during that time
that I deserved such a beating. It was weird because my brain was telling
me that this was the effect of my escapade, but I know for sure that this
was uncalled for. I was doing everything to escape in order to survive
and my body's punishing me for it? How illogical can that be? Tears were
flowing and flowing non-stop like the fear and frustration in me of not
being able to escape had transmuted them into sudden excessive
lacrimation. However, the stirring in my groin area trebled in intensity
cramping the tight space within.

Ali, probably saw the tears and my wincing, then decided to stop the
beating. He must have relaxed because I could feel his weight shifting to
my midsection. He eased his positioned somewhat and he noticed the thing
I was trying so hard to subdue. He saw again that I had another hard-on,
more intense than the one before.

"You really get aroused by me beating you, huh worm? Or is it because I'm
sitting on top of you? Don't worry. Either way, you piece of shit will
pay for this stupid delay you have caused the group! This was not the
punishment we give for those who stray from the path. That will come
later tonight. This was just a reminder of what happens if you make a
fool out of me! Consider it as my personal touch! Heh-heh!"

I cringed at his words not because they hurt but because of the stupidity
of their ill-thought zeal. "Stray from the path" my ass! And there's more
to come? Oh damn.

What he did next caught me completely off guard. Ali lowered himself
against me and licked the dab of blood that was coming out of my mouth.
He let his wet tongue trail the fresh blood that dribbled from my lips to
halfway down to my chin. I can even feel that soft breath coming from his
rugged lips. I let out a soft moan.

He sat again on my midsection and Ali roughly grabbed the outline of my
hardened shaft that swelled the confines of my khaki pants and gave it a
couple of strokes and said: "You like this you pervert. Yes? Don't worry.
We'll make you cum providing you service us with your mouth and your ass
everyday. That's why I spared your life then. I decided your mouth and
your ass are worthy commodities to take with me in my rebellion. My men
are very lonely and are in want of a good fuck whenever they get it.
Girls are hard to come by in this area, but you'll make a great
substitute. Best of all, you won't get pregnant!  So, I suggest to you
worm, that if you want to live, then start paying for it!" He said that
while continuing to tightly stroke my raging leaking hard-on.

"Ooohhh.... Ohhh... Mr. Ali... please... ahhh... ummm... I'm sorry... ahhhh I
wasn't thinking back then. Ooohh...   Please .... Shit...... Ohhh..." my mind
was mumbling incoherently as I struggled between yielding to this
forbidden pleasure or to remain steadfast in my struggle from their
clutches. Unfortunately, in one tight squeeze by Ali's manipulative
hands, my control went to zero as hot liquid cum spewed into my briefs
coating it with slick manjuice. "OOhhhh... shitt.... Can't.... my..... ohhhh"
  There was no stain on the pants, but I could feel that my briefs were
swimming in it.

Ali breathed lustily with slow "hah" "hah" "hahs" and I can see that his
crotch has a wet spot and was fully packed with his raging meatbone ready
to be serviced. I think I want that job before I die.

He said, "Hah. Hah.. you worm. This is not the end of it. How stupid can
you be? Anyway, your mouth and ass are mine later. We'll camp here
tonight. It's too late to venture further into the forest." Ali got up
and kicked me in the chest saying loudly "Stand up worm! I ought to have
blown your brains while I had the chance. You really make my blood boil.
Now, stand up!!"

What was that all about? He made me feel good and then in a snap of his
fingers, he made me feel like a prisoner once again. Split personality? A
hidden agenda? What? Perhaps I was imagining things that in reality were
inert from the start. I thought I'd be treated less of a captive, but I
was stupid enough to be fooled that this wasn't so. Probably it was just
my "wishful thinking" defense mechanism trying to protect me from the
wicked reality I was facing.

With a wave, Ali shouted to his fellow rebels "I have found the worm.
There's no need to search any further. It is nearing sunset and it's
stupid to hike into the forest at this hour. We'll camp here in the
depression. That way no one will see us. I know it's a delay but this
worm here promised to make it up for us. It might even take the whole
evening!" And with an evil smile, he shoved me down the depression and
went to speak with his mates about the plan for the night.

I saw them turned their heads towards me and I could feel their vengeful
hatred heating the cogon grass around. I shuddered at the prospect of
more punishment to come. Was that a smirk? Shit.

*****

I hope to hear more from your comments and suggestions. This is my first
story into gay fiction writing. I apologize for any typos or grammatical
errors. This is still an open ended story, so your comments will help me
improve it to become a better one.

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