Date: Wed, 30 Jul 2003 17:11:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Flyboy <jetjockboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dont Get Caught Part V

Thanks again to everyone for your words of praise and encouragement, I
appreciate them.

Don't Get Caught Part V

Rick was sitting in the corner of his cell, half awake, half in a trance,
his knees bent in front of him, his elbows on his knees, and his shackled
hands holding his head. He literally jumped as the doctor burst into the
room and without stopping, grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

The doctor spoke. "Come on now, we don't have a lot of time. We have found
our little puppy a nice home."

"What?"

"Yes, that's right, you are being sold."

"To whom?"

The doctor giggled. It was a giggle Rick didn't like, and one that made him
very suspicious. "I can't tell you who your buyer is", the doctor said,
"but I can tell you that I hope you appreciate the concept of irony."

Irony? What was the doctor talking about, Rick thought, as the doctor held
his arm and led him, almost dragged him at their swift pace, into a room
Rick had not seen before. This room was also clearly an examination room
with the same sterile surroundings as the one to which Rick was
accustomed. This one, though, instead of having a table, had a chair.

Rick looked up and noticed that there was a television mounted up on the
wall, the wall you'd face if you were strapped into the chair. He looked at
the image of the man on the screen. It was the Colonel, bound to a chair,
gagged, and with all kinds of wires running from his body to somewhere that
was out of view of the camera. Rick saw the writing on the wall, literally.

The doctor steered Rick to the chair and strapped down his legs to a place
on the chair's feet designed for this purpose. He then strapped Rick's left
arm with the cuffs attached and after his arm was secure, uncuffed his
hands and strapped down the other one. Straps were applied to Rick's
thighs, arms and neck.

The doctor spoke. "I will be nice and not strap your chest, but if you give
me problems, I will do it. Now I must prepare you for inspection. If you
are a good boy and don't give me any problems, I will not cause you pain
and I will give you a treat. If you are a bad boy and cost me time, not
only will you be made to pay, but your friend, the American, will be made
to feel what you are feeling. And, as you can tell by looking at him, your
friend is not doing too well. Not well enough for what I have in store,
anyway."

Rick gazed at his friend and former teacher on the monitor. It was true,
the Colonel looked like he had enough. He was pale, his eyes were shut, and
his head hung. But, was this real or was it a show being put on to make him
cooperate? Those soldiers found them in the parking lot too fast and too
precisely during the botched escape attempt, and he'd held the Colonel
responsible. How else could they have known unless the Colonel had tipped
them off somehow?

But then again, the Colonel did not appear to have reaped the benefits of
cooperating with the enemy. And this was a mentor, a teacher of his. He
knew what the Colonel would tell him to do in this situation; he heard the
Colonel's voice in his head, repeating the phrase he'd heard so many times
in the past, "Save yourself, always save yourself. If you can get away you
can save the others. If you risk yourself, then the others have no chance."

Rick heard a click from his right ear and saw the Colonel jump, try to
scream, and saw a tear come out of his eye. The doctor spoke. "Just so you
realize I am serious. Now let us get down to work."

The doctor shaved Rick's face and genitals, trimmed his hair, and cleaned
all the bruises. When he finished he faced the chair and placed his arms on
each armrest and leaned in. "Now, for your briefing. The buyer wants an
American, so American you are. You will speak only when spoken to. You will
be touched, explored and examined. You will comply or we will kill each
American prisoner. One at a time, for every infraction."

Rick looked into the doctor's eyes, and the doctor recognized the familiar
steely, angry expression. "What makes you think I give a shit what you do
to the Americans? They have nothing to do with me."

"You will have their needless murder on your hands. These are young men
with families."

"Families they will never see again. And don't make it my fault. You're the
one holding the knife, not me. Those soldiers are pawns, assets. Nothing
more."

"You know and I know that you will feel responsible. You know and I know
that I will do it. And you know and I know that you will cooperate." The
doctor said as he removed his robe.

Rick let out a loud breath of disgust. "Certainly you don't think that I am
going to do that again."

"Why not? You seemed to enjoy yourself last time. I saw your cock. And this
time, if you can please me as you did last time I will even allow you
relief."

Rick just stared into the doctor's eyes, his own eyes smoldering. "Why not?
Because you repulse me. You are hideous and pathetic, so pathetic that the
only way you can satisfy yourself is to take advantage of a bound
prisoner. I'm sure it's because no one normal would even have you. And so
you're clear, it was not sucking cock that repulsed me; it was sucking YOUR
cock. You can punish that American until you are so turned on that you have
to wank yourself in the corner for all I care, you sadistic fuck. But I am
not doing that again, not with you anyway."

The doctor lost control and was furious. He had no time for this. He just
wanted one last quick time with the prisoner. How dare this man, this
infidel, speak to him in this manner? He raised his hand to slap the
prisoner and stopped, remembering he could not mark him. There was a long
pause as the hand remained in the air and the prisoner braced for it. The
doctor lowered his hand slowly.

Rick smiled, "Yes I thought so, as much as you want to hit me, you
can't. You can't disobey the General, can you, you sniveling coward. You're
such a nothing, thinking I would ever really want to suck your tiny little
cock."

The doctor took a deep breath to regain control and spoke in a soft voice
as he recuffed his prisoner, threw a robe on him and dragged him out of the
room, "I can't wait until you see your new home. It will be good for me to
know you are there. The perfect place for a Zionist, infidel pig."

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The general and Waleed stood up as soon as the slave was led into the room.

Upon first glance at his new property Waleed smiled, looked at the General,
and said "Oh yes, I like." Waleed took hold at the robe covering Rick's
body, looked again at the General and said "May I?"

"Of course." The General replied.

Rick eyed this new man, trying to size him up. I could take this man easy,
he thought. He made up his mind to cooperate.

Waleed removed Rick's robe and looked into his eyes, trying to gage his
expression, but saw nothing. His hands moved all over the new slave's body,
and while he noticed predictable reactions as he touched sensitive parts of
the body, the slave was for the most part, non reactive.

Waleed spoke English to the prisoner, "What is your name?"

The General quickly interrupted, "Speak Arabic to him, test him out."

"Good idea", Waleed said and asked the slave again for his name, this time
in Arabic.

"Robert Vitale" Rick responded. It was the name the doctor had told him to
use.

"I see" Waleed continued, "And where are you from?"

"New Jersey" He did not name the country, as the doctor had instructed
him. Apparently, according to the doctor, Americans just named their city
or state and expected that everyone else in the world would not only know
it was in America, but exactly where it was located.

Waleed smiled at the doctor and the General. "He's perfect. I will take
him."

Rick felt the prick in his arm and blackness came over him.

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..."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"...

A foot nudged his chest and he groaned. "Open your eyes", a voice commanded
him in English.

Rick rolled over a little and slowly opened his eyes, but all he could make
out was bright light and the silhouette of a man standing over him, a very
tall man, he noted. He closed his eyes again in pain and as a reflex to the
bright lights.

The foot nudged him again, but this time harder. Rick yelped in pain and
responded in Arabic. "Please don't kick me again", while gasping for air.

The tall man grabbed his arm and slowly helped his new slave to his
feet. Rick's eyes finally cleared enough to focus and when he finally saw
the face of the tall man, he could not suppress his surprise. He was
standing next to one of his objectives. It was truly unbelievable. He'd
never really believed in the concept of "God's Will", but how else could
something like this be explained? The mission was still viable although in
order to succeed, he knew he was going to have to do things he never
learned to do in his training.

The tall man smiled and spoke in Arabic. "So, you know who I am?"

Rick looked around the room, half of it was an opulent bedroom and the
other half, the half in which they were standing, was a cell. Spartan and
with bars separating it from the bedroom area. The cell part, the part in
which Rick assumed he'd be living was sparse, but not as bad as the cells
he'd been used to in the prison. There was a real bed like one from a
hospital, a lavatory, a shower stall, a bench, a table much like the one
he'd been strapped to so often during his prison stay and some gym
lockers. There were also loops all over the walls and floors. Rick wondered
how long it would be before he'd find himself chained to one of them.

"Yes, I know who you are." Rick answered softly and evenly and looked the
Emir in the eyes.

"Your Arabic is quite good." Said the Emir, in an approving tone.

Rick put on his best confused look, "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, because most of your countrymen barely speak their own language, let
alone one of a foreign country."

Again Rick tried to look confused, "But you already speak Arabic here."

Now the Emir was confused, "You're not American?"

Rick shook his head no.

"Where are you from? They told me you are an American."

"I am from Palestine. I came to your country as a student and I didn't
leave, Emir."

"Master", the Emir said.

"I am sorry?"

"Master. To free men I am Emir. You will call me Master. You will only
speak when spoken to and you will answer all questions directly and
immediately."

"I see, Master. I apologize."

"I will let it go because just this once because you are new. From now on,
all infractions will be punished." The Emir looked down at his new slave
and narrowed his eyes. That was too easy, he thought. Usually they put up a
fight before they accept their station. He was sure a fight was in
store. He liked his new slave. Adorable, intelligent, and physically what
he had asked for. But he was not western as specifically requested.

"Did they tell you to act like an American?"

"Yes Master."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I was told to do it or die so I did it, Master." Rick was
having a good time with this and saw an opportunity to even the score with
the doctor and the General. "It seemed strange because so many Americans
were there in the jail with me."

"Tell me, slave, why were you in jail?"

Rick looked at the ground and faked a blush, "I...uh...it was because of a
girl, Master."

The Emir walked Rick over to the lavatory and uncuffed one hand while he
held the other behind his back, so that his slave could do his
business. "If you need, I will take out your butt plug so you can do the
rest", the Emir said as he reattached the cuffs.

"No, Master, I am good, thank you"

"Tell me all about your arrest." The Emir said as he walked Rick over to
the bed, sat him down at the edge of it, placed a collar around his neck
and chained the collar to the wall behind him. The Emir pulled up a stool
and faced the slave. He rubbed his hand up and down his new slave's thighs
and was surprised to see there was no resistance.

Meanwhile, a cart with food had been rolled in and placed in front of Rick
by a large dark skinned slave. Rick had no idea how long his journey had
taken, but judging from his hunger pains, it had been at least a day. The
pleasant aroma of the food was distracting, but he ignored it and
continued.

"It was the doctor's daughter. I was starting to date her and the doctor
didn't want me around. He told me to leave her alone, but we kept seeing
each other in secret and so he had me arrested and taken to the
prison. And, when he told me to lie and tell that Pakistani I am American,
he said it was revenge to you for his ugly wife or something like that."
Rick cold see the veins in the Emir's neck start to pop out as his face
turned red with anger.

The Emir pointed to the food. "You may eat slave and I must congratulate
you. Had you grabbed for that food without my permission I would have taken
it away and left you here...in the dark and hungry for days.

He watched his slave eat and realized it was probably the first real food
he'd eaten in days, since it was the Emir himself who had ordered that all
prisoners be given dog food. In spite of his hunger, the slave displayed
all the manners and eating habits of a proper Arab.This boy was no
westerner, he was convinced.

The Emir gave Rick a pat on the head, "You did the right thing to tell me
the truth, slave. You must never keep anything from me. Understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Now, I want you to lay down and rest a little. We can't begin your formal
training until those ribs are a little better, so I want them healed as
soon as possible. I will be back shortly."

Rick lay on the bed and closed his eyes, pleased with himself. The doctor
would be called on the carpet and would never, could never explain the
truth. That he had sent a professional assassin to the house of the
President's brother, an Israeli no less. And he could tell from the look in
the Emir's eyes that the Emir had believed his story.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized he must have slept, since the
Emir was back on the stool, staring at him.

There was a kindly look in the Emir's eyes, a look Rick had never seen in
any of the tapes or pictures he'd studied of this man. The Emir spoke,
"Already you have become an asset to me, slave. A man in my position must
know who his enemies are and must take care of them immediately. I had a
nice conversation with the General and it seems the doctor tried to pass
you off as an American to him as well."

"Now you and I", the Emir continued, "We have work to do. I will unchain
you from the bed and we will go to the bars on the wall where I will chain
you so that I can examine my new property. Don't fight or resist and you
will be treated well. If in any way, you try to hurt me, the guards will be
in here faster than you know it and you will be taught the hard way how to
respect your Master. Understand?"

Rick nodded his head yes as his neck was unchained and he was led to the
cell bars. The Emir chained his arms out to his sides. He also chained
Rick's waist and legs, spread wide apart and he was unable to move very
far. Then, the probing began.

The Emir moved his hands first up and down his new slave's chest. It was a
nice chest, too. Defined muscles and shaved, just as he liked. Rick gasped
as his nipples were pinched and pulled and he noticed a pleased expression
cross the Emir's face. The probing then moved to his legs and thighs and
finally his cock and balls. The Emir cupped Rick's balls in one hand, and
stroked Rick's cock with the other. Between the sensation from the butt
plug, his nipples, and now his cock and balls, Rick could do nothing as he
helplessly watched himself get hard.

The Emir smiled, "Oh very nice."

Rick was surprised at how gently the Emir touched him. He'd expected it
rough, as was the Emir's reputation. Instead it was gentle touches and
caresses and Rick's body was responding as the Emir wished. The Emir
continued to fondle Rick's balls as he stroked his cock. Rick's heart began
to beat faster and his body started to give off a lot of heat. As soon as
he got the response he was looking for, the Emir immediately took his hands
off his slave.

"Very nice indeed" The Emir said, as he removed his robe.

Rick looked at the Emir's groin area and his heart stopped for a
second. Unlike the doctor, the Emir's cock was huge. He thought about the
Emir's cock and the places on and in his body that this thing was going to
end up, and bit his lower lip.

"It's glorious, isn't it?" The Emir said, "And you will be trained to
worship it. You will only be happy when I give it to you, and you will
learn to beg me for it. And you will be trained to endure anything that
pleases me in order to get it." The Emir began to rub his own cock.

Rick watched, his heart pounding. His head was in one place and his body
was in another. This was it, he thought, and he prayed silently for the
strength to get through it.

The Emir moved up to his new, bound slave, and gently kissed his ears while
his body rubbed his slave's and the Emir was content. Although the look on
his new slave's face was one of worry, the response of his body were
perfect. The Emir stepped back and took his slave's cock in one hand and
took his own in the other. As he rubbed the tips of both cocks together,
each lubricating the other with pre cum, the slave gasped again.

The Emir put his chest to his slave's face, his cock on the slave's
stomach. This was an easy task, due to the difference in height between the
two and the fact that Rick's legs were spread, thus making him lower. "Kiss
them", the Emir said in a gentle, but firm voice.

Rick kissed and then bit lightly on the Emir's nipples as he felt his cock
being placed between the Emir's thighs, and his nipples tingled with the
fsensations of the Emir's hairy front pressed against them. They continued
like this, with Rick sucking, licking, and biting the Emir's nipples while
the Emir ran his hands all over his body, Rick's cock, tightly held between
the Emir's thighs.

Finally the Emir whispered in Rick's ear "Cum now, my slave." The sensation
of hot breath on his ear was too much; Rick couldn't have stopped himself
from cumming even if he wanted to. Spasm after spasm shook his body until
he went limp, supported by the chains and the Emir. The Emir stepped back
and Rick realized that he'd cum, too, all over Rick's stomach. The Emir
took some of the cum in his fingers and brought them up to Rick's lips.

Even though he knew what was expected of him, Rick hesitated. Licking
another guy's cum was gross. But, he knew what had to be done and he opened
his mouth.

The Emir moved his hand away, displeased. "You ruined it, slave. I was
going to reward you and you ruined it. When I want something done, it is
done immediately. NO ONE hesitates when I command, especially not a slave."

"I am sorry Master. You are right, it won't happen again."

The Emir's face was red with anger, "What did we discuss about speaking
when you are not spoken to? I did not request an answer. Now you have
displeased me twice. The first time I would have excused, but two times in
as many minutes. You will learn, slave, not to displease me. Your
punishment will begin tomorrow morning."

The Emir stormed out of the room and turned out the lights, leaving Rick
chained to the cell bars, covered with cum, and in the dark.

He was alone in the dark, with nothing to think about except the pain in
his body and what lay in store for him.

I can't wait until I kill this guy and his brother, too, thought Rick.