Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 19:00:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: jetjockboy@yahoo.com
Subject: Don't get caught Part I

This is my first foray into the world of erotic story writing. I hope you
like it.


Dont Get Caught Part I


He didn't open his eyes. He didn't have to, to know his surroundings were
new. And he felt the presence of some one else close by. Friend or foe?
Foe, he assumed, for that was a safer choice. He realized his hands were
still bound behind his back and very quickly the pain returned. Pain all
over. Pain like he'd never felt before in his life. Every muscle and joint
ached and his ribs; He wondered how many of them were broken...his ribs
hurt constantly and kept him from taking a deep breath. He knew he'd been
drugged but in a small way he was glad, it was the first sleep he'd had in
many days and he was thinking more clearly.

And of course, now that he could think clearly, he was free to remember the
events of the past three weeks, the worst case scenario, the one you train
for but never think will happen to you, had happened. Incredibly, as good
as security was, there was a mole. The enemy knew who he was and they had
waited for him and found him. The enemy was good. Better than he thought
they'd be, not as good as he was, but good. And for now, this round, they
had won.

His assignment: assassinate the dictator of a small but wealthy country
whose ambitions threatened the security of his small country, surrounded on
all sides by enemies. He was no novice to this type of assignment, he knew
the risks and the rewards, but he never expected to find himself here, in
his present predicament.

He knew what he was supposed to do if caught and he did it, but they were
smart and anticipated it, and fed him the antidote before the toxin could
take effect.

They knew his mode of operation well enough to know where to look for him,
the darker part of life in that small religious country, the place where
gay men secretly met. Not that he was gay, but he had found that gay men
made excellent assets, especially in a country where secrecy was paramount.
Unlike in his own country where little attention was paid to the sexual
activities of its citizens, he underestimated the interest that
intelligence personnel paid to this part of their culture, in the paranoid
dictatorship. Having had a `cover' as a model for years he was no stranger
to gay men and had an open mind towards homosexuality although he was
straight. But through his experiences he learned a lot about gay men and
could pass easily for one.

Upon entering the country, he'd met Adel. The story was that his wife had
thrown him out of the house upon learning he was gay. He'd met Adel at a
clandestine bar, he purposely looked for an average looking man, working
class with sympathetic eyes and it worked. Adel took pity and in the hope
that he might be able to persuade this newly out gay man to be more than
just a friend, let him stay.  He'd found in his career that few could
resist his well-built frame, curly black hair, olive skin, and dimpled
face. It was true that he was shorter than he'd like to be at 5'6", but it
never held him back: not from the modeling career, not from his job, and
never from women. He knew how to work people, to work assets, and that is
what made him good at his job.

Adel had come back from work one day and seemed out of sorts and he could
see his asset seemed troubled. But Adel refused to discuss the
reason. Suddenly, Adel looked at his watch, mumbled something about needing
to meet some one, and ran out of the apartment. It only took him a second
to realize he'd been compromised. The problem was, it was one second too
late.

Just as the soldiers came racing in, he reached into his pocket as quickly
as possible for the tablet and bit down, in his head saying his Lord's
Prayer and apologizing to his wife and family, and quickly the dreams
started, just like he was taught they would.

He didn't expect to wake up, but he did, and in a cell in a prison that
looked exactly like he'd visited in his training. But, unlike training
exercises, this was real and he knew it. He was lying on a cold cement
floor in a cell that had some ominous looking chains on the walls and on
the ceiling. There was light coming from the bars in the door and he could
make out a hole in the floor, which he needed to use. He was naked and he
knew a day had passed since his capture.  He ground his teeth, in a
subconscious gesture of concentration, and mentally prepared himself for
the worst.

His expectations were met. In a few hours, two large guards entered the
cell and threw a bowl at him. They laughed at him, "Eat, you Godless
pig. You will need your strength." He didn't move. Instead he just looked
at the two guards, sizing them up. After the guards left, he looked at the
bowl. It was obviously meant to be eaten, but he'd never seen anything like
it before, or maybe he had. Was it dog food? It didn't matter. You never
miss a meal, he remembered his mentor teaching him, you never know when
you're going to get another and if you get a chance to escape you will need
all your strength. He ate it all and it was awful the sooner he got used to
the slop the better anyway. It was all he assumed he'd be eating for a long
time. And then his head got heavy. Mistake number two, he thought to
himself just before he passed out.

Before he fully awoke he realized he was strapped to...something. Flat on
his back, naked, and something was attached to his cock and his balls. He
flexed involuntarily and realized that something was on his tits and
stomach, too. And then a jolt as the electric shock hit his stomach.

He managed not to scream in pain as was his impulse and opened his eyes to
see the room he was in. Some kind of laboratory or examination room. Dark
with one light bulb in the center of the small room. A man in a robe
holding a box with wires that led to his body, and two uniformed guards
standing by the one, low, doorway.

"Now we begin, my handsome soldier. I am the doctor, your personal
physician. How lucky I am that my superiors see fit to give me such a
pretty boy to keep me company all day.", said the doctor with a smile. It
was obvious this man was going to be enjoying himself.

"Name!"

Another jolt when he did not respond. This time to his tits, and again it
was all he could do to keep from screaming. He started to breath hard to
make the pain stop. "That was your chance to learn, if you don't answer
again, you will please me very much, as I enjoy a little electrical
training. You hesitate and I will jolt you, you lie, and I will do it
harder and for longer. The choice is yours. Now, name"

"Ishmael" he responded. It was not a second later when the pain came, this
time stronger, longer. And to his entire body. And this time he
screamed. When the pain and agony stopped, the prisoner quietly said
"Israel", while looking into the eyes of his captor.

The doctor smiled, " A clever boy I see. Good, you will see it's much
easier to cooperate, since eventually you will answer anyway. Now, why are
you here in my country, Israel?"

The prisoner looked back at him a little annoyed " I am not playing this
game. You know why"

Another larger, longer jolt and more screams, "Temper, temper, now. I can
see you are going to be a fun one.  Handsome, smart and stubborn.  I told
you before, if you lie, if you hesitate, you will be punished. And now I
will add one more thing, for attitude you will be punished more. Five
minutes this time because the first time is only for demonstration
purposes. I am a merciful man, after all. Are you ready?"

The prisoner spit in his face, and was immediately irritated with himself
for letting his emotions gets the best of him. The doctor just laughed and
flipped the switch. He screamed and struggled in his bonds, and passed out
after a minute. When he awoke, his head was cradled in the doctor's hands
and a cold compress applied to his forehead. When his captor saw he was
awake he let go.

"Wow, you are a tooth grinder. That will give you an awful headache", he
laughed, "That was one minute, four more minutes to go. You're a tough one,
I think we need to make a lasting impression." The doctor walked over to a
cabinet and took something long out. The prisoner was trying to figure out
what it was. The doctor smiled as he attached an electrode on one end and
suddenly the prisoner realized it was a dildo, now an electric one. The
doctor strapped the prisoner's legs up and without hesitation or
lubrication, shoved the invader into the prisoner's unwilling hole.

"You see, you have no choice. I control your body and as time passes I will
control it more and more as well as controlling your mind. You watch this."
The doctor worked the controls again and the prisoner braced for the pain,
but this time he felt a strange vibration inside of him. The electrified
invader was touching his prostate and he knew what the doctor wanted. And
he knew he couldn't do a thing about it. So he lay there, strapped down,
and relaxed while sensations he never felt passed through his body. The
doctor was playing his body like it was a piano and he had no choice but to
let him. Every time the prisoner was close, the sensations decreased and
every time he started to go soft, the sensations increased. The prisoner
was tiring; the doctor knew exactly the right time to let him
explode. Spasm after spasm racked the prisoner's body as he came like he
had never come before. And as soon as he was finished, the doctor pressed
the pain button.

The prisoner screamed louder than he had ever screamed in his life, his
defenses had been down and the pain was more than he could bear" Four more
minutes" the doctor said whilst laughing, "You didn't think I would forget,
did you?"

He passed out four more times. The last time, the doctor untied him, licked
the dried cum off his prisoner's chest, and motioned to the guards to take
him away. He looked down at his unconscious prisoner and said softly "until
tomorrow, my little fighter" and kissed his sleeping head.

This went on for days, the prisoner knew he couldn't betray his country or
his family, and the pain was unbearable as were the orgasms but there was
nothing he could do. Worse, he knew that no one would be coming for him. As
a captured assassin, he no longer existed. He wished he was dead, and he
prayed that soon they would tire of him and he would indeed be killed. He
didn't even care how. He just wanted peace.

The peace didn't come, but more torture did.  The horrible questioning, the
electric jolts, the beatings from the guards, the terrible food, the drugs
that kept him from controlling his own mind.  A couple of times, he noticed
an erection under the doctor's robe. It's only a matter of time. He
concluded.

And one day, the last thing he wanted to happen, did. In the middle of
another ten racking minutes of electrical pain punishment, he started to
cry. Immediately, the doctor stopped and held his head. "There, there, my
boy. It's ok. Let it out. I bet you have not cried for a long time, you're
so alone, a little island.  I will help you. You want me to help?"

The prisoner did not reply, he just looked up at the doctor, no malice or
hatred in his eyes. The doctor looked back and saw a new look in his
prisoner's eyes, a look he could only describe as `sultry'. He knew he had
to have his prisoner. Today. Now.

The doctor's hand ran down his prisoner's body very softly, caressing. For
a minute, the prisoner welcomed the gentle touch. "Think, he said to
himself. Keep crying, pretend to like it. Gain some control. Ruin it for
him"

Meanwhile the doctor was enjoying himself, I wonder how far this boy will
let me go before the struggle starts again, I know I've not broken him
yet. At least I hope not. He ran his hands all over his prisoner's body,
skimming his genitals, and the prisoner started to calm down. He even
closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy it. The doctor removed the electrodes
and began to play with the prisoner's tits and cock. The prisoner was
quiet, watching, cock hardening. He was prepared to do whatever he had to
in order to gain more control of the situation.  He was not going to give
the doctor the satisfaction of his repulsion or of a struggle. He watched
the doctor, put on his best poker face, and tried to control his breathing.

Meanwhile, the doctor was watching his prisoner's every eye movement, every
twitch of his body, every breath and detected nothing but passivity. This
was nowhere near as exciting as when the handsome soldier resisted, but it
was exciting enough. He felt the pre cum dripping from his hard cock and
could not wait any longer.  He repositioned his prisoner's legs, so that he
could easily...

"Brrrrrring brrrrrriinng" It was the shrill sound of the telephone, the red
phone, the one that had to be answered immediately. With a quick expletive,
the doctor left his prisoner and went to the phone. The prisoner looked at
the ceiling and whispered "Thank you" under his breath.

While the doctor was still on the phone, 5 large guards removed the
prisoner from the table, cuffed his hands behind him, chained his legs and
took him away to another part of the prison. Don't count your luck just
yet, he thought to himself, although he was relieved for the moment.

He tried to memorize the paths on which the guards were leading him, just
as he had memorized the way from his cell to the torture room on the few
occasions when he was conscious and led in chains.  As the guards held him
and led him along, he held his own, occasionally giving the guards a good
shove with his body or an elbow in the ribs. For his efforts, he was
rewarded with a couple of punches to the stomach and chest and a nice one
on the eye.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. A cell with several men inside.
The guards removed his handcuffs from behind his back and recuffed him in
the front before throwing him in the cell. The leg shackles remained.

When he regained his balance, he looked around the room. It was not what he
was expecting. There were four other men inside, all naked, just like
him. Not one gave him as much as a glance, but he looked at them. They were
all young, but one, younger than he was, maybe in their early 20's. The
other man was in his early 40's. All had the haircuts of military men,
American men. All were well built, tanned, and they all had the marks on
their bodies that led the prisoner to believe they'd had an ordeal similar
to his.

The room itself was unlike anything he'd seen so for in this prison. One
wall consisted of bars and a door. Traditional cell. The opposite wall was
a mirror. The two other walls were white with big barred windows in the
center. And cameras, cameras in each corner.  "It's a zoo", he thought,
"I'm in a zoo". The furniture consisted of a picnic table with benches and
five cots. Like a barracks zoo, he thought.

Finally, one of the men looked over at him. A very well built man, short
blonde hair, and a large fat uncut cock, pointed at him. "How'd they git
ya?" He asked in English with a serious southern drawl. Enrique just looked
at him and cocked his head a little. He was not sure he wanted to give away
that he spoke English, so he said nothing.

Another man, who had been resting on a cot sat up and looked at the older
man. This man was also tall but dark skinned, maybe Latino. Also well
built. "I don't think he's one of us Colonel he's kinda little" He looked
at the newcomer "You speak English?" The prisoner shook his head no. The
soldier pointed to himself "America" and then pointed at the newcomer.
"Israel" he said, and sat on the floor to study his new surroundings.

The man who was addressed as Colonel looked at the newcomer for a minute
and narrowed his eyes. It took a full two minutes to recognize the haggard,
unshaven, and bruised man as his friend and former student, Enrique "Rick"
Brandes, Cuban Jew Expat, trained in both Israel and the United States. now
a Mossad agent, and the man who was supposed to be his contact on this
ill-fated disaster of a mission, that went so horribly wrong.

Rick met the Colonel's stare and said nothing, no hint of recognition on
his face. The truth was he was angry. Angry with everyone. Some one had
compromised this mission and until he found out who it was, everyone was
suspect.

It was as if Colonel Andre Menendez read his friend's mind, but he also
respected Rick's desire to be alone. So, he addressed his men with the
words he wanted to say to his friend. "Men, I want you to listen to me. I
know you are angry. I know some one has compromised our mission. But the
mission is over and we find ourselves here and the mission now is to escape
without being seriously hurt or made to do any more things than we have
already done. We need to shift our focus and we need to show these bastards
who took us what we are made of. And, in spite of what you've been told, we
never leave a man. They will come looking for us, and we will be found and
rescued."

Just then, two guards ran into the cell and grabbed the Colonel before he
could stop them, and dragged him away. Two of the young soldiers began to
cry. A man in an officer's uniform, maybe a General, thought Rick walked in
and smiled a sadistic smile. "You men are not here to socialize. You are
here for auction. Your leader is being punished for your disobedience. Any
more disobedience and he will be killed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, General" was the immediate response from everyone except Rick.

The General turned to Rick and threw him a pack of Israeli cigarettes and a
lighter. And then, in Arabic, explained, "These American bastards don't
know discipline, they will have to learn the hard way. The doctor has
informed me that you have been a good boy, after a struggle, but now you
see the way. He has even offered to take you on as a slave himself. And
that is quite a compliment." Rick lit the cigarette and listened while he
smoked, "You are a smart one and you know our ways. If you behave I will
see to it that you are sold to a humane master. If not I can assure you,
you will regret it.  There are always the organ banks. I will have to do a
hard sell to get some one interested in a small Jew like you, so behave. I
warn you."

And with that, the general left.

"Wow, wonder what that was all about", said one of the soldiers nodding his
head at Rick. "Maybe he's like a spy or something."

Another soldier hit him across the face, "You want to see the Colonel
killed? Shut the fuck up!"

Then, suddenly, the lights went out. It was bedtime. Rick wondered where
the Colonel was and what was happening to him. But more so, he wondered
what that General was talking about; selling him as a slave.



The next morning started with bright floodlights, all turned on at once. 15
guards entered the cell to ensure there would be no trouble and all
handcuffs were changed from in front of the prisoners to behind them. The
prisoners were also chained to each other at the neck and filed out of the
cell. A stop was made down a hallway and the Colonel was brought out and
chained to the rest of the prisoners. Rick looked him up and down and
didn't see any marks, but the Colonel looked tired and had a blank look on
his face.

The prisoner parade continued to the shower stalls. Rick was familiar with
this place. He'd been allowed to shower every day, the doctor was
fastidious about clean. This time it was different. The prisoners were led
to the stalls and cold water was poured over them. They were then, one at a
time, strapped to a bench, first on their back and then on the front and
shaved in front of the others. The soldiers were horrified, but Rick didn't
care, he was busy looking for a way to escape or at least make a
distraction. But his moment didn't come. These guys were good.

The next step was butt plugs. Each prisoner was fitted with one, and with
one yelp from each, it was shoved in roughly. Rick found it difficult to
walk with it there and in addition he realized to his embarrassment that
the constant stimulation to his prostate was causing him to get harder with
every step he took.

The last step was inspection by the general. He looked over his auction
items carefully. When he got to Rick, he had the guards hold him down while
he shoved a giant ball gag in his mouth. Rick wondered why he was the only
one who received this treatment, but he was in no position to ask. The gag
held his mouth closed and the ball kept his tongue tightly in place.

They were brought to a room with seats and each was chained to loops on the
floor.

The general spoke "This is it. You are each to be sold today. If you do
anything or say anything to thwart the sale, you will be kept here for the
rest of your lives. You will be in isolation and you will be raped and
beaten brutally every day until you die or until I need to sell off your
organs. " And then turned to Rick and in Arabic said, "You will be sold
today or you will be killed here. By me personally. And consider yourself
lucky, personally I think any one who tries to kill our great president
should be killed painfully but my superiors think otherwise. You're smaller
and not as nice as the Americans, so you better do what you can to help
yourself out."

And with that, the general turned and left.

Then the bidders came.



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