Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 19:14:57 -0700
From: Nick Stark <nickstarkusmc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Foxhole Part II

"FOXHOLE" by Nick D. Stark

Part II


The rebel camp bristled with activity. Diego, the Rebel leader,
wanted the cameras to pick up the bustling, efficient camp in the
background, so that the government would know they were not
dealing with a bunch of undernourished, untrained boys. His men
all wore the uniform of the Revolutionary Army, drab green in
order to move through the thick jungle unseen. The camp itself
was a double row of Quonset huts, one of which Diego used as his
Headquarters and also personal quarters. This building had the
rebel flag flying on a wooden pole in front of it. Located right
next door was a heavily guarded Quonset hut, with iron bars on
the blacked out windows. The only evidence of the building's use
was the occasional scream, or the fact that men entered on their
two feet, and left on a stretcher or in a body bag. Inside were
four prison cells with floor to ceiling bars, several stout
chairs, upright floor-to-ceiling posts, and a variety of
implements of torture.

All this was in the background as Nick Stark, Captain, US
Marines, was brought back to consciousness by a bucket of cold
water dashed in his face. As the TV camera lights blazed,
blinding Nick, he twisted his head away in shame. The built
Marine's nearly naked body was heavily bound with chains, snug up
under his firm hairy pecs, and around to his back where his thick
wrists were painfully lashed. Further chains shackled Nick's
ankles, his burly hair-covered thighs fully exposed. Nick wore
only his military issue skivvies, his heavy balls showing a
prominent bulge. The waistband of the worn olive drab briefs
slung low on Nick's hips, a wide expanse of the Marine's rock
hard belly exposed below the navel, the hair growing thicker and
thicker as it disappeared into Nick's crotch. Even though his
head throbbed with a dull ache, the result of his being clubbed
into unconsciousness, Nick knew enough to be ashamed; not due to
any sense of modesty, since his years in the Corps had wiped away
any shyness about male nudity, but rather at his capture. Nick
was a veteran of many combat missions, and had one of the highest
success rates among the solo operatives. He had had many scrapes
and close calls over the years, but had never fallen into enemy
hands. Nick had earned the right to work alone, and often a
single man had the best success rate, when sensitive missions
were called for. It had been Nick's choice to bring along on this
mission his younger half brother Shawn.

SHAWN! Oh god. Nick hung head at the sense of helplessness. Shawn
was out there alone, but Nick knew he had the good sense to
follow orders, and if Shawn followed procedures there would be no
problems. Nick knew that Shawn would sneak into camp tonight and
take a quick series of infrared photos of the Rebel camp, to
verify troop strength and weaponry. Satisfied that Shawn must
certainly be out of danger, Nick started to get mad. The TV
camera was still broadcasting the image of the captured hunk
Marine via satellite feed to all the major networks across
Central America and the US. Diego, his handsome face and strong
body in a clean General's uniform, was standing in front of Nick,
reading a prepared statement to the cameras. Diego was very
charismatic; it was easy to see how he had built up a force
around him, his lieutenants hand picked based on their loyalty to
Diego himself, even before the Rebel cause. Nick knew enough
Spanish to know that Diego was stating the mission of the Rebel
army, demanding the overthrow of the government, and reading off
a list of demands. Nick was clearly visible only a couple yards
behind Diego, and as he finished up his prepared speech, he
switched to English. "If our demands are not met, we will torture
and execute the US Marine who violated our sovereign domain." He
gestured toward Nick, then walked over to where Nick was bound
with his broad back to a stout pole. The Rebel General boldly
grabbed Nick's arm, and twisted the bicep to face the camera.
Nick's heavy pecs tensed, and he tried to twist his torso away,
but not before Diego showed the world Nick's USMC tattoo on his
pumped, flexing bicep. Diego released Nick's arm, then grabbed up
Nick's dogtags as they jangled on Nick's thick furred torso. He
began to read "Nick Stark, Captain, USMC, serial number." and as
he did so Nick started to thrash back and forth, in a vain
attempt to break free. He knew the struggle was irrational, and
that there was no way to break the chains. Indeed, they had used
far more chain than was necessary, obviously for effect. Diego
continued, ". is now a prisoner of war of the Revolutionary
Army." At hearing the words, "prisoner of war," Nick started to
go nuts, twisting and thrashing violently, cursing and insulting
his captors. Diego, still holding Nick's dogtags, stepped back a
pace. But not out of fear. Nick never saw it coming, but Diego
pulled back his arm, and drove a vicious right hook into Nick's
jaw. The SMACK was audible to the viewers back in the States, and
Nick's lights went out instantly. The handsome head sagged on his
chest, his unshaven jaw resting on the hair pattern on his upper
pec. Diego gave a vicious jerk, and yanked the dogtags from his
thick neck. He was no longer a Marine, he was now just a
prisoner. Diego smiled slowly; he couldn't have scripted it
better if he had tried. The stupid jarhead Marine had done
exactly as Diego thought he would.

The broadcast was over, the camera shut down and the lights were
turned off. Diego grabbed Nick's Marine buzz, and lifted his
unconscious head. No reaction. He let go and again Nick's head
slumped. Beckoning to two of his lieutenants, Diego said "Take
him to the brig, strip him, and lock him in one of the cells. His
ass is yours, I want the pig raped." Diego's lieutenants were
already unlocking the chains that held Nick to the pole, grinning
lasciviously. There we no women in camp, and sex between the
soldiers was forbidden, at least technically. Getting a shot at
the Marine's tight ass would relieve some of their pent up
appetites. "But General, don't you want to pop his cherry? We
would be happy to have your semen lubricate the prisoner's ass
for us to fuck him." Diego grinned knowingly but shook his head.
"No. He's not worth the effort. My needs will be taken care of, I
assure you." With that, the men laid Nick on the ground, still
chained and out cold. A quick slit up the side of Nick's briefs
with a razor sharp knife, a quick yank of the fabric, and Nick
was stripped naked. His immense cock and balls lay dormant in a
thick patch of dark hair. The lieutenants were visibly impressed,
and they were both very hung men. They stood, and used their
boots to flip Nick over face down. His firm muscled ass was
exposed now, his huge arms bound high on his back, attached by
more chains to his neck. A light dusting of hair rode up Nick's
asscrack, getting slightly thicker as it disappeared into his
virgin ass. Each man bent down and grabbed under one of Nick's
armpits, and they began to drag him to the heavily guarded
Quonset. The prisoner's head hung limp as they dragged him
unceremoniously toward his fate. Diego's eyes were glued to
Nick's thick muscled back and buttocks, as his men dragged the
naked Marine away.

Diego started to walk back to his headquarters building, when he
caught sight of Cassini, who was casually leaning against one of
the Quonset huts, smoking a cigarette. "Quite a show, Diego. You
know they'll never give in to your demands," Cassini said with
the smugness of a mercenary who had no interest in his employer's
cause. Diego gave the paid gun a tight lipped smile. "It doesn't
matter, I win either way. If they do as I say, the Revolution is
well served. If they do not, I will thoroughly enjoy breaking the
prisoner. And there is the added benefit of his younger brother."
Cassini locked eyes with Diego. "He's yours, once I'm paid. I
delivered both Marines, as contracted." The whole world knew that
Diego held Nick Stark prisoner, but only a handful knew that his
younger half brother Shawn Evans was also a captive in the rebel
camp. Cassini continued, "I had the men put Evans in your
personal quarters. He's been injected to keep him out for a
while. He's naked, handcuffed and shackled." Diego's eyebrows
raised slowly. "Naked? You'd better not have touched him, that
was the deal." Cassini tossed his cigarette butt away, and
snorted disdainfully. "Me? Of course not, I have no interest,
although he is a fine specimen. I saw how your men were looking
at him when I brought him in, and knew I had to take precautions.
He's got a belt tight around his waist, with another keeping a
plug firm in his ass. I knew your men wouldn't dare remove it.
Don't worry, it's a small plug, he won't be stretched out. In
fact I had a hard time getting it in; he's tight. He even moaned
a bit as I inserted in, despite being drugged." Diego nodded his
approval. "Very good. See my lieutenant Enrique, he has your
payment." Cassini nodded, he knew Enrique and knew where to find
him. Without another word, Cassini turned and walked away. Thus,
Diego couldn't see the shit eating grin on Cassini's face.
Cassini had a secret; he had a very small cock, and had indeed
raped the unconscious Shawn, knowing full well it would never be
detected. A load of semen deposited up the smooth, muscled
Marine's ass was the ultimate betrayal. The plug was a ruse to
throw Diego off, and it worked like a charm.

Diego turned and headed toward the center of camp. He had plenty
of time to toy with Shawn while his men were having their way
with Nick. When he was sated, he would see to Nick's torture. He
had big plans for the big Marine, in fact he was the key to Diego
getting that which he truly wanted most.