Shakey Psyche

The Operative

Chapters 37-45

Over the next week or so, Omar continued forcing me to acknowledge his power over me and the others. Every night, he fucked me at least once. When he was finished, I was locked to the foot of the bed by the leash and made to fall asleep on the floor. As I was pretty much used to sleeping in weird ways, it was nothing.

Every day after the morning meal, he took me with him around the small camp. At any given time, one of the guys could be found getting raped by one or more of the men. It was usually Philip, James, or Alex that was getting it. Scott became the pet of one of the men by week's end and he'd approached Omar about it. A deal was made and Scott was his from then onward.

Bull was not really sought after by many of the men. He was more of an after-thought. It was like he was fucked only if the other three were being used at the time. If I were Bull, I would have considered that an insult, but he probably thought of it as an advantage. The idiot.

I began changing my attitude towards Omar as well. By that week's end, I began doing little things to show him my interest in him. A few days later, and he took notice.

"You are beginning to enjoy this, Sherai," he said one night after fucking me pretty hard. 'Sherai' was the name he'd tagged me with. It means 'slaveboy'.

How inventive, I'd thought when he'd first labeled me with it.

I nodded to his comment, but said nothing else about it. That night, he locked the chain up to the headboard of the bed and allowed me to sleep with him. I fell asleep with the idea that I could use that to my advantage somehow.

The next day, he led me around camp without the leash to the collar. The collar was still attached, but the leash was absent. I saw Alex taking two men's cocks as we headed back to the main tent for breakfast. Our eyes locked for the first time since first coming there. I smiled to myself when I saw the look in his eyes; he was still in control of himself.

After breakfast, Omar had me mount him as he sat in his chair. I lowered myself down onto his cock and began riding him as he enjoyed. For almost half an hour, I fucked myself on his cock until he came inside me. When he was through, I was about to dismount him, as was the norm, when he stopped me.

"Stay where you are, Sherai, there is something I want you to witness," he said. I nodded.

He nodded to one of the men as I leaned back against his chest with his cock still buried inside me. A few minutes passed and two men led Bull into the tent. A third brought a St. Andrew's cross in behind him. I sat up and turned to look back at Omar, who ignored me completely, and then back to Bull and the men around him.

"Continue," Omar said from behind me.

One of the men nodded to Omar and then turned Bull around to face the cross. His arms and legs were tied to the cross by the wrists, elbows, shoulders, thighs, knees and ankles. As he was being tied to it, I felt the cock inside me begin to grow again.

Sadistic fuck.

That ain't a pencil that's growing between your legs.

Another man entered the tent as the three finished tying Bull to the cross. He was carrying a bullwhip and took his place a few feet behind the boy. The three men vacated the vicinity of the cross just as the first lash was brought down on Bull's back. The boy screamed his lungs out as a line of red appeared on his skin.

Omar's hard-on got harder, just as my own five-incher [12½ cm] did. Another lash slashed down his back, eliciting another scream with both me and Omar getting even harder. Time and time again, the whip made marks along the boy's skin. Each time brought Omar closer to full strength inside me. When he was totally hard, I began riding him, as was expected.

"The whip will continue until I finish, boy," Omar whispered in my ear.

Now, I was caught in a conundrum. If I fuck myself on him harder, it would appear as if Bull was more important than Omar. However, I hated to see him get whipped, no matter what was happening with my erected cock. I decided to just continue riding him at the same pace and see what would happen. So, while Bull was taking lash after lash from the whip, I just settled into a steady pace of being fucked by an Arabian cock.

Some time during the scene, Omar reached around and grabbed my own erection. His hand remained still while enclosing my cock in its grip. As horned up as I was, after all it had been a while, it took only a few minutes before I came. But, knowing my role in all of this, I continued to drive his cock in and out of me.

By this time, Bull was a mess of pain and blood. Untold numbers of lines ran down his back, butt, and back of his legs. Even the bottoms of his feet were whipped a few times, much to his screams of mercy. He was now reduced to nothing but a mound of blubbering, moaning, bloody flesh. A little part of me did relish it a little.

"Are you deliberately taking your time doing this, Sherai?" Omar asked at this point.

"Why would I do that?"

"Perhaps seeing him being hurt gives you satisfaction," he suggested with a smirk and a slight gleam in his eye.

"No, sir, I wouldn't do it because of that."

"Then why do you not try and end this?"

I took a moment to answer, even though I had the answer readily available. I wanted him to believe that I had to think about it briefly. Finally, I answered him.

"Because you are more important than they are."

Omar gave me a genuine smile and then pulled me back towards him. I laid back against his chest again.

"Then, how long are you going to keep this going?" he whispered into my ear.

"How long do you want me to keep it going?"

His hand reached down for my strengthening cock again and began stroking it. I moaned a little at the attentions he was giving it.

"Finish it, Sherai," he said and I nodded.

I pushed my body away from him, placed my hands on his knees, and, with his hand engulfing my boyhood, began riding him with earnest. I used my legs and arms as best as possible to bring him to his climax. A few lashes of the whip got both of us closer to our own climaxes.

I looked up as a lash sang out and Bull screamed; the whip had connected with his face, somehow. An angry red line ran down the side of his face, now. I didn't let it slow me down. A few more pumps along his pole had him grunting in release. A second later, I felt the familiar gush of goop being shot into me.

"You, too, Sherai," he said and I nodded.

I continued riding his weakening cock while pumping mine along the interior of his hand. It took some time, but I finally managed to shudder through my orgasm. Weakened a little, I slumped down on my hands that I'd placed on his legs. Sore, I looked up to see the man that had beaten the boy so badly, roll up his whip and leave the tent. All Bull could do was hang there in his misery and pray for unconsciousness.

Omar pushed me off him and hid his groin by his clothes. He snapped his fingers and I stood up next to him, albeit a little shaky. From there, he exited the tent, and I was expected to follow, so I did.

As we walked, I took a look towards the tent where the cages were, to see James, Alex, and Philip entertaining six men with each of their two holes. They were savagely fucking the three of them, too.

Probably turned on by what had just happened.

No doubt.

We walked into his tent and he turned towards me. I was instantly on the defensive.

"Who fucked you before me?" he asked. I knew this question was going to come at me sooner or later; my asshole was a little too wide for me to be a virgin.

"My father," I said, looking down, trying to appear embarrassed.

Omar led me to the bed and then sat down, pulling me towards him.

"Tell me," he said, smiling warmly.

"Well," I started, while taking a deep breath, "he began touching me right after my mom died." I took another deep breath, stalling. "From there, he just kept doing it. And then one night…"

"Go on," he said after I waited a few seconds.

"He got drunk and came into my room and did it in my bed." Now, it was going to have to take some acting ability, so I worked myself into a bit of a fit, forcing tears from my eyes. "He pushed his… thing into me and did what you do."

"I understand, but that will not stop me from doing it further. In this country, it is considered normal to have a young boy in a man's bed." I nodded that I understood.

"How did you know?" I asked him, wiping the tears away, and probably knowing the answer.

"From seeing your behavior today, and that you accepted me with very little resistance at the beginning." He made sure I was paying attention to him before continuing, by pulling my face up to look him in the eye. "You keep pleasing me, and you will be rewarded. Disappoint me in anyway, and you will regret it for as long as I let you live.

"Do you understand, child?"

"Yes, sir," I said, nodding to him.

That night, he fucked me again, but also made sure that I climaxed as well. I fell asleep with him against my back and the collar off my neck. He was beginning to trust me, which was exactly what I wanted him to do. The more he trusted me, the easier my job would be in the long run; to get us the fuck out of there.

The next day, we went around the camp again, but I didn't wear a collar. Scott was being led around by a leash and collar, though. It seemed that he had spent the previous two days getting fucked by his new master. He didn't seem too worse for wear. That night at dinner, he was made to suck the man's cock while he ate. The man's jizm was the only meal Scott received that night.

Over the next couple of days, my position in Omar's camp solidified. It wasn't as if the others were bowing down to me or anything, but they certainly didn't try anything funny with me. It was then that Omar allowed me to see the others on my own. I went to see them a few hours before dinner and they were in their cages.

"How're you guys doing?" I asked when I got there. There was no need for anyone to guard them, as they couldn't escape and no one wanted to set them free. So, we were able to talk freely without fear of being overheard.

"Been better," James commented.

"Now, where've I heard that before?" I asked and they sort of snickered.

"These kind of make me wish for the cages back home," Alex informed me.

"I'm sure," I retorted.

"You working on a plan?" Philip asked.

"Just hold on a little longer," I said, nodding.

"What're they doing to Bull?" James asked. Bull had not been returned to them since the night of the whipping. To my knowledge, he was still attached to the cross.

"Other than the day they took a bullwhip to him, I don't know," I told him. "I haven't seen him since."

"How bad?"

"Worse than I've ever seen anyone take," I said, eliciting low whistles from them. I took a moment to get their attentions a little more. "Look, guys, I know it's hard, but hold on a little longer. I'll find us a way out of this mess."

"We know, and we will," Alex stated flatly.

Two nights later, Bull was brought into the main tent. He looked worse than I'd ever seen him. Lines marked his whole backside from the neck down to his feet. His cock and balls looked like they'd been worked over by a troop of soldiers as they'd walked by him. His chest had taken some damage as well; it looked like a tiger had torn into it. The line down his face had eroded into an ugly scar. It was enough for even me to dole out a healthy load of sympathy for the boy.

A man walked in behind him and placed a shortened sawhorse in the middle of the room. Bull was tied to the legs of it by his extremities and two belts fixed his body to the main bar of it; one at his armpits and the other at his pelvic region. His butt and legs hung off the end of it.

After he was fully tied to it, the man that had the whip before entered the tent and began flaying the boy's skin again. Bull began screaming after the fifth lash and didn't stop for an extremely long period of time.

Omar pulled me into his lap after Bull had been given his second lash from the whip. I straddled him again as he aimed his cock towards my boyhole. He shoved upward, nailing me completely and then pulled me down fully onto him. Knowing the routine, I rode his shaft for all that I was worth as Bull took lash after lash.

"Please, Seth," he whimpered after the tenth hit, "please make it stop."

I didn't bother answering him. I just continued riding the cock that was inside me. When Omar finally came, he had me stop prematurely for myself. Knowing how he'd react, I stopped. He pulled me back to him as he'd done so many times.

"Now comes something you have probably never seen," he whispered into my ear.

Omar nodded to the man with the whip. The man nodded back. He then put two blocks beside the sawhorse and then left the tent. I knew well enough that this wasn't over. Moments later, the man returned, but not alone. He pulled behind him a donkey. Out of sheer surprise, I raised an eyebrow as the donkey was led to Bull's prone frame. The donkey licked the boy's buttcrack a few times.

But, then, in a flash, he was on top of Bull. The man controlling the beast put its front hooves on the blocks. Bull felt the animal on top of him and his eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh God; NO!" he screamed.

But all the screaming and thrashing around that he did was useless. The man aimed the animal's enormous cock up to Edward's backdoor. Once the mule felt the warmth of the hole, he shoved forward, impaling him on the shaft. And the boy screamed. It was louder than anything else I'd heard in my short life.

The animal made short work of Bull's hole. He savagely tore into it as if it were nothing but tissue paper. There was little that the boy could do to stop the assault. Screaming was his only outlet. The donkey continued until he came inside the warm cavity that was Bull's body.

Omar didn't get hard throughout that time, but several of the other men did. Even I went soft. When it was over, the animal was led out of the tent and the men filed out behind him. I knew they were looking for my three friends; they needed something to fuck, too.

I was led back to Omar's tent where he began undressing for the night. I laid myself out on the bed, readying myself for him again, should he want it.

"Omar?" I asked once he was coming to me.

"Yes, Sherai?"

"Why?"

"Why that had to happen to the boy?"

I turned over to face him.

"Sort of. I guess my question is; why him? You know I don't question you or your orders, but none of the others have been treated as bad as he has. I was wondering why him?"

"The boy is unattractive to the men," he began as he nodded. "And, as that is, he is to be used as entertainment in other ways."

"Oh."

"Is there something else?" he asked as he sat down on the bed next to me. I nodded. "Go on, then."

"I care about my friends, and was wondering how long they were going to be treated like animals." He looked at me sincerely.

"They are animals, Sherai, just as you are," he said, warningly. I nodded and moved away from him slightly, as he would expect me to do. His features lightened up a little and then he spoke again. "What would you be willing to do for them?"

"What do you mean?"

"How important are they to you?"

"Not as important as you are," I said frankly.

"And America?"

"America did nothing for me," I said and rolled over fully onto my stomach. I curled up into a ball, but presented my backside to him. "What matters most to me, now, is you, Omar."

Omar climbed onto the bed behind me and lined his strengthening cock up to my waiting boyhole. As he began feeding it to me, I held my breath for the savage thrust that had become his trademark sign of him taking me fully. It occurred moments later and his manhood was fully inside me. He grabbed my sides with both hands and laid into me as if I were a piece of meat.

"Uhhh," he groaned out after making a particularly primal shove into me. His spunk filled my insides moments later.

He laid down beside me, pulling me to him. Moments later, his snoring was resonating in my ear while his cock slipped out of my hole finally. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, falling asleep, still wondering how we were to get out of this predicament.

The next day, I woke with Omar gone.

Now, this is something new.

A little unsure of how to deal with this new wrinkle, I just stayed where I was. I didn't have to wait long. Omar entered the tent and motioned for me to come to him. We left the tent for the main one.

As soon as we entered the tent, I knew something special was going on. Every man in the camp was there. In the middle of the tent, with the dinner tables surrounding them, were James, Alex, Philip, and Bull. Their hands were tied behind their backs. Four men stood behind them, keeping them in place. Scott was off to one side with the man that owned him.

I turned to Omar in question. He handed me a gun. I looked up to him in shock.

"It is time to prove your loyalty to me."

"How?"

"Three of them and yourself will become part of our fighting force, but one must be sacrificed." His eyes bore into me as I looked up to him. "You choose."

"I can't," I said, backing off from him slightly.

Instantly, the gun was turned and I was looking down its steel barrel. I gulped down what little saliva was in my mouth.

"Then it will be you," he stated simply.

I looked up to him and then to the other four. Closing my eyes, I nodded. When I opened them again, the butt of the weapon was facing me. With shaking hands, I took it from him. The nine-millimeter felt strange in my hand, but I figured that it was probably because I hadn't handled one in over two weeks.

Emotional, I turned away from Omar and walked around the table towards four people I'd shared so much with over the past seventeen months. I was still walking unsteadily as I approached the line of them. When I got close, the four men behind them forced them to their knees.

With a very dry mouth, I approached them, looking at each of them in turn. Some memories of the previous times I'd had with each of them flashed through my mind as I considered my choice. Finally, I lined myself up in front of Philip and raised the gun to his face. As the men in the place held a collective breath, my raised hand shook like a leaf in a hurricane.

For several moments, which seemed to span a lifetime, I tried to make myself pull the trigger. Finally, I lowered the gun and turned back to Omar. He was looking at me with cold, hard eyes. He didn't have to say a word; I knew. Either take one out, or I believed we'd all be dead.

Nodding, I turned back around and pointed it at Bull's head. His swollen eyes became scared in an instant.

"Please, Seth; don't," he begged. "Please take him, not me. Please…?"

That was the wrong thing to say. To be honest, up to that point, I'd been acting. Bull was going to be my intended target, but if I'd made the decision too quickly or calmly, Omar would suspect something was amiss. But when Bull said that, it made things a lot easier. And I pulled the trigger.

Click!

Bull flinched as the hammer had dropped on an empty chamber.

"Very well done, Sherai," Omar said from behind me.

I cursed myself internally. It would have stood to reason that he would never have given a loaded gun to anyone he didn't fully trust. And I didn't see that at the time. I put it out of my mind for the time being. I had other problems.

Omar worked around to stand beside me. I handed the gun back to Omar and he put it away. He then nodded to the men behind my friends and all of them were untied, except Bull.

"What should we do with him, Sherai?" Omar asked.

"I don't know. But, I've always found him to be a little useless."

"I agree."

Omar said something in Arabic to the man behind Bull and the boy was dragged out of the tent. He had us follow him to a spot in the middle of the compound where the cross was placed. Bull was tied to it again, but facing outward. The man retrieved the bullwhip and began decorating the front of the boy's body with lashes to match his back.

For over twenty times the leather met Bull's skin, flaying off layer after layer. All we did was watch it happen. I think they knew that if anyone had even attempted to try and stop what was happening to him, everything we'd gained would've been lost in an instant.

When he was finished with Bull, he untied him from the cross, but tied his outstretched arms to a wooden pole. Ropes were tied at the wrists, both sides of the elbows and at the shoulders. A thin reed was attached to the pole behind his head with a skin of water hanging out over his face. Bull looked like a donkey with a carrot in front of him.

"Go," Omar said to him, pointing off into the distance. The only thing out there was a set of mountains in the far, far distance.

Bull looked at him in disbelief.

"Either go, or die here," he warned the boy. Omar pulled his gun back out and loaded it properly. A warning shot was fired at Bull's feet.

Bull turned towards the arid expanse and began walking.

And that is the last we will see of Edward 'Bullshit' Ransom.

"Just how the fuck do we get out of this, Seth?" James was asking.

We were walking around the camp. It'd been a month since Bull had been forced to leave our ranks. During that time, Omar had paired each of them up with a man that had typified exceptional loyalty to him through the years. Alex was with a man named Habib, James had gone to Kalimek, and Philip was getting fucked by Amman. Philip said that even though the man was large, his cock was small, so he didn't seem to mind it all that much.

Through that time, they began teaching us how to shoot a gun, like we didn't know already, but we did have to fake it. By this time, we'd actually begun to earn the men's trust and had been given certain liberties. We were still under extreme scrutiny, but there were some things we were able to do, now. For instance, we were able to get together and talk without anyone having to guard us.

"I don't think we should leave," I said as we cleared an open, vacant tent.

"What?" Scott asked, shocked. His owner, a certain weird man named Kareem, was also allowing him to have some liberties as well. Scott told us the man liked to lick his butthole after fucking him. We all thought that was fucked up.

"Are you nuts, Seth?" James asked.

"Look, guys," I said, turning towards them, "I wanna go home, too. But, we have an opportunity here to see what these guys are really up to."

"They're up to nothing, man," Alex insisted.

"I don't think so," I disagreed, "I really think there's something big going on. And I think it has something to do with our country."

"How so?" Philip asked.

"I overheard something the other day when Omar thought I was asleep." I took a deep breath and looked around. No one was near us. "I think they're planning an attack on America."

"They couldn't do it," James inserted. "They don't have the manpower to do something like that."

"It only took a dozen men to overtake four airplanes and fly them into buildings, James," I pointed out to him, alluding to the 9/11 attacks several years prior.

"He has a point," Alex commented.

"Let's give it a little longer. If nothing turns up, then we'll get out of here. At the very least, it'll make them lazy towards us and give us a better opportunity to leave successfully."

"Makes sense," Philip agreed.

That night, after Omar fucked me pretty good, I fell asleep fairly easy. It was the feeling that we were where we were supposed to be. James had made the suggestion that possibly our trainers had worked this out to put us here. I'd thought of that myself before he had said anything, but no matter how it happened, we were here and it was up to us to do something with it.

The camp was situated in a fairly strategic location, but it was given to attacks by bandits. Even though the country was pretty much united, there were still individual factions that had their own agendas.

One night, about a week after our little meeting, Omar was fucking me as hard as he liked to do. My boyhole had gotten so used to his individual cock that it made a natural seal around it whenever I got fucked. By this time, it wasn't unusual to be able to get him off fairly quickly. That night, he had one hand on the back of my head, holding me down by my blond hair, and the other on my back. His cock was hammering into me fairly hard when shots were heard from outside the tent.

"What the…?" I asked as he stopped his assault on my innards.

Several more shots were heard and he leapt from being on top of me. He grabbed his robe and AK-47 and then ran out of the tent. Even though I was a little sore from the shagging, I still moved quickly as well. Just as I exited the tent, I heard shooting coming from my left. A whole host of men on horses, of all things, were charging the camp.

"Oh, fuck," I commented as my heart jumped into my throat.

As they got closer, our group began firing back at them. Rifles, automatic and otherwise, pistols, and grenades were lobbed back and forth. One grenade exploded next to Omar's tent. An enemy horseman fell close to me and I went over and grabbed his weapon. After a quick load, I fired back, nailing another one. But from there, it was chaos.

At one point, I saw a man, not one of ours, go into the tent that belonged to Kalimek. A shot later, and I headed in that direction. One horseman came across my path and I shot quickly, nailing him in the chest, but it emptied my gun. I grabbed the dead man's knife and headed towards Kalimek's tent.

As I entered the tent, I saw the man on top of James, fucking his ass as hard as he could. I got the knife ready and jumped onto the man's back. After exposing his neck a little, I pulled the knife across it as forcefully as I could. Blood sprayed James's back and the back of his neck. He collapsed onto James's back and me with him. James turned his head around as best as he could to see me.

"Thought you might need some help," I told him.

"Thanks," he said with a slight smile, "but, do you mind getting the fucker off me?"

"Bitch, bitch, bitch," I commented as I shoved the man off him. When I helped James stand up, I looked over and saw Kalimek lying on the bed, not moving. I looked to James. "Dead?"

"Yeah, I think so," he said, nodding.

A few more shots were heard from outside, bringing us back to reality. Both of us grabbed the two weapons in the tent and left. James and I battled next to each other, taking out raider after raider. The madness continued for what seemed like forever.

At one point, I saw a man grab Omar from behind. A knife was raised, but I lined up a shot and got him in the back before the knife could complete its mission. Omar turned and saw me looking at him. He nodded his thanks and continued onward to help others of our group. James and I did the same in another direction.

Just as the sun began creeping into the sky over the mountains, the last marauder was shot and killed. James and I got some water to drink and began helping with the recovery. Both of us had sustained scratches and bruises, but nothing that wouldn't heal easily.

"Kind of like being in a melee; isn't it?" James asked as we began looking for our friends.

"At least in our melees no one shoots at us," I pointed out to him.

We found Alex a few minutes later. He'd been shot in the stomach, but the bullet had gone all the way through his body. The only thing that was needed was to bind the wound and let him heal as best as he could. As James and I held him down, one of the men put a hot iron on the wound. He screamed and passed out, but he would live.

Philip was found unconscious. He'd taken the brunt of a grenade explosion. The worse he suffered was a concussion. The man that he'd been given to, Amman, though, was killed. Scott was the one that'd taken the worst damage. A bullet got him in the arm, another in the leg, and a third one got him in the neck. We thought he'd die from that third injury, and it was shaky for a while, but after a week of nursing and bed rest, he began showing improvement.

After we'd taken the tally of the damage, we'd found that a dozen men had been killed, another dozen had been wounded badly, and another ten had sustained at least some kind of wound. Our food stores and supplies had gotten severely depleted because of the attack, too. Omar sought me out by the end of the day, when I was helping with Scott's wounds. He beckoned me outside, so I left Scott in James's care and followed him out.

"Thank you," he said simply. I nodded back. "As I owe you my life, I will allow you and your friends to return to America, if you wish."

"Thank you, Omar," I answered, nodding. "I don't know what the others are going to do, but I will stay here. There's nothing for me back in America. Here, I get to live everyday like it was my last."

"If that is the case, then I will make sure you get your own tent," he said, but had a look on his face, as if he were hoping I wouldn't take him up on that offer.

"I don't mind what you do to me," I said with a shrug, "at least I don't mind it now. It's not as painful as it was at the beginning or with my father."

He smiled at me and then turned away from me, going to get the camp back in order.

"What was that about?" James asked when I entered the tent. I told him what was discussed. "So, we're staying?"

"I am, and I need your help, too."

"You ought to know by now that I wouldn't abandon you guys," he said with a smile.

"I know."

Omar gave us the tent that had belonged Kalimek. It was big enough to house the five of us. I stayed with them for as long as it took for Alex and Scott to heal; not completely, but enough for them to manage on their own. It was a week later that I rejoined Omar in his tent. He smiled enormously when I entered the dwelling.

I took my clothes off and straddled his lap as he sat in the chair. He reached under me and freed his erection from his pants. I grabbed onto his neck to pull myself up for him to aim his manhood for my hole. I grunted slightly as I lowered myself down onto him. His cock penetrated me fully after I pumped along it twice. With my legs outside his hips, I began riding him with wild abandon.

I began moaning out in pleasure as his cock thrust inside me time and again. My own cock got stiff during that fulfillment. I released one hand from behind his neck and began stroking my stiffy between our bellies. After several minutes of stimulation, I felt my climax arriving.

"Ohhh," I moaned out like a cheap whore in his ear as my young frame shook in orgasmic pleasure. "YES!" I hissed as the wave of bliss overtook me. My sphincter muscles clenched tightly just at the right time, sending Omar over the edge as well. He gripped my body tight as I felt his spunk shoot inside my guts.

I slumped down onto his chest, spent. I heard him chuckle a little, and then begin to stand up. He carried me to the bed, where he curled up behind me. His clothes were removed and then his arm went over my body right at the side of the stomach. We fell asleep a few minutes later.

I woke the next day alone. A little sore again, I forced my frame out of bed. I got my clothes, slipped them on, grabbed my AK (47, that is), and then left the tent. Omar was standing next to a truck, talking to the driver when I walked up.

"We are going into Kabul," he explained before I could ask. "Would you like to go with us? I could use your help."

"Sure; let me tell the others," I answered and he nodded. He knew what 'others' I was talking about. I ran and told James and Alex about the trip.

"You gonna do anything?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, "just go in and see what I can see. We'll take it from there."

James nodded and I left the tent. Omar was waiting for me and I climbed into the cab. The three of us headed out of the territory for the capitol city. It took four hours of solid driving to get there. Along the way, I got to see how some of the people in the villages lived; pitifully lived, actually. The tents we lived in were better than what they had.

It was encroaching upon mid-day when we arrived. The driver took us to a place a few hundred meters into the city. I opened the door and hopped out, with Omar behind me. We walked inside a small building that was doing business as a sort of supply store. The man behind the counter looked me up and down in that all-too-familiar manner. Both Omar and I noticed, but neither of us said anything. After all, a blond kid in that part of the world is more than slightly exotic.

Omar told him the things we needed and then paid for it all while I looked around the store. One of the more popular things that he sold was replacement limbs. Prosthetics were an important business in that country; many men and children, mainly, were missing different parts of their bodies due to the war.

Mainly what we needed from that shop was ammunition and some parts for weapons. We left there for a small shop that had some food supplies. Food was another shortage that was prevalent there, but we were able to find some things that would last. As we were leaving, a ruckus broke out across and down the street. From our vantage point, I couldn't make out the trouble.

"I'm going to check it out, Omar," I told him. He nodded and I headed towards the trouble.

When I got through to the inner ring the crowd had made, I saw a large man forcing a young boy's arm over a table. A huge cleaver was raised over his head. Quickly, I pulled my AK off my shoulder and fired one round at the ground behind the man, stopping all action at once.

"What are you doing?" the man asked as he turned towards me.

"I was going to ask you the same question," I answered.

"This boy is a thief; he tried to steal meat from me."

"How much is the meat?" The man told me the amount. I dug into the small, very small, pouch where I kept the tiny amount Omar had given me. I threw him the coins to cover the cost of the meat. The man was stunned. "Now, let him go, or the next bullet is yours."

The man let the boy go. I walked over to him as the man walked around the table to resume his post at his small store. I grabbed the kid by the elbow and led him away as the crowd disbursed.

"Are you alright?" I asked a few feet away.

"Yes," he said, still feeling his arm, "thank you."

He told me his name was Latif. He seemed to be about nine years old, or so, with black, straight hair, brown eyes and a smooth, golden skin. For being Afghani, he was quite attractive.

To say Omar was not exactly thrilled about me bringing him with me would have been putting things extremely mild. But, as the boy was an orphan, he took him with us.

"He's your responsibility, Sherai," Omar told me as we climbed into the truck.

"Understood," I said with a simple nod. I turned back to Latif.

"You can come with us, or stay here; your choice."

"I will come," he said simply.

I did what I did for one simple reason. If the American government had any operatives in the area, they would have seen me, or at the very least, heard about the encounter enough to investigate. In my own subtle way, I was informing Parker and Jones where we were. I couldn't exactly send them a letter.

Latif and I sat in the back of the truck the entire way back to camp. He asked me about things at the camp and I told him mostly what we do. When we arrived, the men began helping us unload all that was purchased. One man touched Latif on the butt, and I got in the way.

"He is mine," I told him, warningly. "Touch him again, and I will cut your nuts off."

The man looked at Omar, who nodded, and the man backed off. I introduced Latif to my friends and had him stay with them in their tent. I trusted them a lot more than the other pervs in camp. We had dinner that night and Latif sat between James and me.

"Uhhh," I groaned as Omar laid into me that night. I was on my knees with one hand holding onto the bed and the other under me stroking my erection. My head was down on the mattress, facing to the right, so my butt was up in the air while it was getting plowed. I remained that way for the entirety of Omar's shagging of my behind. I climaxed several minutes into it, but didn't bother moving until he finished.

"What are you going to do with the boy?" he asked from behind me when he was done fucking me.

"Always wanted a 'sherai' of my own," I joked, giggling afterward. He swatted my butt in answer and I chuckled again. "Seriously, I don't know. I was thinking about training him to fight along side us."

"Sounds like a good idea," Omar commented.

And so I did. The next day, I began teaching him how to use a pistol. He was horrible at it at the beginning, but soon became adept with it. At least passable enough to use it.

When we'd been there for three months, a small band of fighters joined our ranks. One of them took a liking to Alex, who was still on the mend from the attack. I had to get Omar to threaten him for him to back off.

Two days later, while I was being fucked again, no less, we were raided again. The band that came at us was much smaller than the first one. We only sustained one man being seriously injured; they were wiped out.

"Perhaps we should stop doing that," Omar joked.

"You enjoy it too much, Omar," I shot back at him.

"As do you, I think."

I shrugged and headed back to the tent we shared. I was on my knees and naked for him when he walked in half an hour later. He was inside me in less than a minute and finished less than fifteen minutes later. I fell asleep chuckling to myself.

"So," Latif began the next day as we were walking around on guard duty, "you enjoy what he does with you?"

"Kind of. It hurt at first, and reminded me of what my father used to do to me, but after a while, it wasn't so bad."

"It hurt a lot when one man did it to me," he said, looking down at the dirt.

"Yeah, me too, when my father did it the first time," I answered.

We continued walking and discussing each others' sexual experiences, mine being mostly Omar and a fake history. The man that had raped him tied him to the front grill of a derelict truck to do it. Latif said that the man made a mistake with the ropes and he was able to get free when the man was done with him.

One night, when Alex had totally healed up, Omar had me on the bed, fucking me pretty solidly. When he was done, he tied my hands behind my back and raised them up to the post. His hand began slapping my butt; gentle at first, but then started getting harder and harder. After one viciously savage smack, he shoved his cock back inside me and, with my ass stinging from the hits, he laid into me without any remorse. He seemed to view me as something only to fuck, almost as if we'd gone back to the time when we first met.

It took him quite a bit of time before he came again, but when he did, it didn't stop the night's activities. He circled around in front of me and had me suck his cock until it was hard enough to fuck me again. When it was stiff enough, he untied my wrists, but held onto me by my hair. With it being in a ponytail, it was just what he needed to use for the leverage while fucking me.

Each thrust was a punch to my insides. Each thrust was a savage taking of my being. Each thrust was an enforcement of him telling me that I was his. Each thrust was a declaration of ownership. And I bore each and every one of them in silence. It was, for lack of a better term, a 'rude' fucking.

After he was finished, he didn't do anything but curl up on the bed and fall asleep. I looked at him, wondering what all that was, but even with that on my mind, I did manage to nod off as well.

The next day, he came to the four of us as we were sitting and talking. He had a strange, hard look on his face when he walked up. Scott and Latif were out on the compound.

"Come with me," he said simply.

The four of us followed him. He led us to a jeep, where we were told to relinquish our weapons. I looked at him, questioningly.

"Did we do something wrong?" I asked.

"No. I am taking you to see someone."

We took off our weapons and then he had us remove our clothing. Once we were completely naked, our hands were tied behind our backs and hoods went over our heads. We were then led to the back of the jeep where the four of us were piled into. The jeep started and took off out of camp.

No one talked. The ride was cramped and uncomfortable, not to mention that my butt was still on fire, but none of us said a word. Wherever we were going, it was somewhere important.

Or they're taking us somewhere to die.

Piss off.

It was late in the evening, as the sun was setting, when the jeep finally stopped. The driver and Omar got out and pulled the four of us from the back. We were lined up and marched up a hill. Philip slipped a little along the way, but Omar grabbed him before any real damage could be done. Some time later, we entered what felt like a cave; it was darker and cooler than where we just were. We continued walking for a little while until Omar had us stop.

Our hoods were removed and three men sat in front of us in a semicircle. The two on the outside were unknown to me, but the one in the middle was well known. Very well known.

"Good evening, boys," he said and offered us a seat in front of him.

James, Philip, Alex and I waited at the airport. The two men that were with us stood by seemingly nonchalant, but were actually very much on edge. I could see it; hell, Stevie Wonder would've been able to see it.

I will have to admit, though, I felt better. For the first time in four months, I was clean. We'd checked into a place in Kabul and showered. Alex, Farid, and I had one room and the other three were in the room next to us. That shower felt better than anything else in my life. I actually felt semi-human afterward. Four months without a shower is a long time for anyone, I don't care who they are.

The next day, the two men, Farid and Abdul, had taken us to the airport, and that's where we were, now. We were attempting to pass ourselves off as regular passengers to America. Both men had light enough skin for it to work.

I casually looked around the area and saw something that made my heart jump. Leon and Mr. Charles sat in a row of chairs. Thinking quickly, I gently got out of my chair. Farid turned in my direction.

"Where are you going, Sherai?"

"To take a piss," I said, scowling. "Do you want to come with me to hold it?"

The guys and Abdul snickered as Farid looked away, disgusted. As I turned in the direction of the facilities, my right hand made a quick gesture towards Leon. It was quick enough that no one saw it.

As I slipped into the men's room, I slid to the side of the wall and waited. Leon entered a few moments later, and I disarmed him with a few moments' struggle. I had him from behind with a knife to his throat.

"Easy, Seth," he said, giving up.

"What're you doing here, Leon?" I growled.

"Looking for you guys, actually," he said.

"For what purpose?"

"To find out what the fuck you were doing in Afghanistan, first. Second…," he faded.

"To kill us."

"Only if they thought you were a security problem."

Now, where have I heard that before?

"Look," I said, shaking off the voice, "go back to Charles and tell him to trust me. I don't have time to go into it all, but we are not a security threat." I let go of him and gave him his knife back. I moved around to face him. "Something big's going down. Trust me enough to do as I ask."

"Alright, I will," he said and took a deep breath. "It's good to see you, though."

"You too, nigger," I said with a smirk.

Leon gave me a smirk back and then disappeared out of the room. I took a quick piss and left as well. I sat down with my brood, facing Leon and Charles. We were casual about our glances, never giving anything away.

An hour later, we boarded the plane, bound for Istanbul, London, and then Washington D.C. Leon and Charles boarded as well. I was hoping they weren't going to be joining us for the whole trip. That would seem way too coincidental.

We landed in Istanbul, Turkey a few hours later. Leon and Charles pealed off and headed away from the terminal. But, an hour later, as we boarded the plane headed towards Heathrow, I saw Simon and Parker file in behind us. I nudged Alex's arm and cautiously had him look back. When he turned back around, he had a scared look on his face.

"I'll take care of them once we're airborne," I quietly whispered to him. He nodded and we found our seats. I took the aisle seat with Alex to my right and Farid next to the window.

A few minutes into the flight, I saw Parker get up and walk back to the lavatories in the rear. I waited a few minutes and eased out of my seat. Farid looked at me, but didn't question. When I got to the back of the plane, a female flight attendant, who looked oddly familiar, pointed me towards a small elevator that went down into the bowels of the plane.

"What the fuck is going on, Seth?" Parker barked out immediately after I stepped out of the lift.

"Good to see you, too, Parker," I growled back. "I haven't exactly been on that vacation you promised us, you know."

He took a deep breath.

"Alright, I'm sorry," he said with sincerity. "Now, will you tell me what's going on?"

"It's too long for me to go into completely. I think if I even try, the two upstairs will get suspicious."

"Farid and Abdul?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow. He smirked. "When you showed up in Kabul, I ran their profiles. You know they're part of a terrorist organization, right?"

"Yeah, and according to them, so are we." I took a few moments to let that sink in. "We're headed to Washington to do a job for them."

"What job?"

"Assassinate the president." He got a shocked look on his face, but I held up my hands to have him stop. "If you'll trust us, we can take down this whole organization in the next few weeks. It's either that, or we keep fighting this losing war in Afghanistan.

"Let me do the job you trained me to do."

"Alright," he said after a second's consideration. "Do what you have to do, I'll make sure you can do it, too."

"You know we can't talk again until this is over with," I warned him.

"I know, but now that I know the final objective, I can help."

We parted company and I headed back to my seat. Farid was a little put out, but I didn't really care.

The airplane landed at Heathrow without any further resistance or problems. The six of us had a three hour layover there, where I saw Simon and Parker board a plane to New York. I figured that they'd get there in plenty of time to set up the needed assistance. Our trip to Washington was an uneventful five hour flight.

Security inspected our luggage during one of those 'random' searches, but they found nothing. During the search, I looked and saw the security camera. I did a flick of my hand to it, knowing that probably someone in my company was watching. We were released without further delay.

Abdul led us to a hotel in downtown Washington, close to the White House. We went to sleep that night, thinking of our mission. Sex was just out of the question for the time being. Although, I woke in the middle of the night to the familiar sensation of a cock being pressed against my backside. I looked up to see Farid on top of me.

"Quiet," he hissed. He stopped pushing long enough to get down to whisper in my ear. "I have wanted you for a long time, child, and now, you will take me. If you do not, I will kill you and tell Omar that you deliberately tried to stop us from our mission."

I nodded and he shoved his cock inside me. He was a little bigger than Omar in that area, and it had been a while since I'd been fucked, so it hurt. I winced, but held on while he took whatever he wanted. When I opened my eyes, Alex was looking at me, watching the scene unfold before him. I thought I saw a slight smirk on his face, but if I did, it wasn't there for long. Farid fucked me as hard as he could for several long minutes. Finally, he came, pulled out, wiped off, and returned to his bed for sleep.

He'll get his soon enough.

The next morning, I was sore for a while, but it passed by lunchtime. That afternoon, we made our way to The White House. We took the tour that was for everyone in the world. Halfway through, I pealed off and headed to the lavatory. Once inside, I waited. Moments later, Alex entered. He stood on the toilet and boosted me up. I slid into the ductwork easily. From there, I pulled him up after me. Philip joined us moments later, followed by James.

We waited in the ductwork for the next five hours. It wasn't easy, but we made it. As it was now into January, the days were significantly shorter, so by the time we emerged from the ducts, it was night. We pulled our flat shanks from the soles our shoes and assembled them; each with a five inch [12½ cm] flat knife.

I opened the door slightly to peek into the hallway; no one there. We slipped out of the latrine and then split into pairs. A secret service agent was walking away from Alex and me from the other side of the next corner of halls. Alex tackled his top, while I got him behind the knees. Alex's knife was to his throat in seconds.

"Make a sound, and you're dead," he threatened. The man nodded. The radio in his ear squawked and asked if everything was clear. "Answer him with the right code, or your wife will get a flag." The man gave the all-clear code.

We backed him into the room behind us. I took the man's gun and extra magazines of bullets while Alex tied him up very effectively. I looked at the man in the eyes; he wasn't afraid.

"You were told to cooperate; weren't you?" The man nodded. Alex looked at me.

"Parker?"

I nodded.

"That's why this is working. No one would be able to pull this off without inside help." I turned back to the agent. "Everyone's in the loop?" He nodded back.

"Whatever you need," he whispered.

"Just stay quiet for now," I said.

We left the room to head downstairs. As we headed down the stairs, another agent saw us. He went for his gun, but I was faster. Alex put him away into another closet. Two more agents were eliminated in the same fashion. I headed towards a side window. Farid and Abdul had taken out the guards at the gate. I hoped they weren't killed.

We let the two men inside and then made our way towards the Oval Office. James and Philip were waiting for us as we got close. Farid led the way by kicking in the door leading to the office. The two agents in the room pulled out their weapons, but with six of us and two of them, they set theirs down.

"Good evening, Mr. President," Farid said with a certain amount of relish in his voice. "This is for all the people in my country that you have murdered."

He took aim at the president. I turned and fired at Farid, splitting his skull. Abdul turned to me, but Alex and James pegged him quickly. His body hit the floor in a heap. A second later, Parker entered the room.

"What's your plan, now?" he asked, looking at me.

"We have to be dead," I told him. Alex, James, and Philip looked in my direction, shocked. "They sent us here to die; that's the only logical reason for doing this. They knew there would have been no way for us to accomplish our mission."

"Then why even bother? Why go through all of this?" James asked.

"For us," Parker interjected, "to show us that they can get to us at any time."

"But, now," I said, looking to him, "we know where they are. And the quicker we are about taking them down, the better."

"Agreed," Parker answered, smiling back. He turned and walked over to the president. "Thank you for your help, Mr. President."

"No problem," he said, looking stunned, but also looking at the four of us. "How did they get into all of this?"

Parker looked at us and then back to him.

"It'll all be explained in my brief, but we have such a short time to get this done, sir, that we have to leave."

The president nodded and we followed Parker out. He called in a cleaning crew as we left. The guards at the gate had been informed of what was going down and were wearing protective armor, enough to keep them safe. They actually waved at us as we left the grounds.

Ten minutes later, we entered our training facility. Parker took us to the briefing room, where a map of Afghanistan was on the table. Ben, Leon, Mike, Remmie, Simon, and Jeff were all there, waiting. They practically mugged us upon entry. Once we disentangled ourselves from them, I saw Tom was off to the side. I smiled when I saw him, but I knew we didn't have time for anything more than a nod.

"Show me," Parker said, pointing to the map.

"We were in this general area," I said, placing my hand on the eastern part of the country. "I believe the cave where Bin Laden is hiding is right here." I pointed to a mountain range that seemed fairly familiar.

From there, we discussed how we were going to do it. As we planned, a news bulletin came on, informing people that an assassination attempt on the president's life had been foiled and all those involved, including four preteen boys, had been killed. I smiled at Parker and then we went on with the planning of the attack.

"Seth, wait," Parker said after the briefing. We were heading for the armory and the six that we hadn't seen in four months wanted to know everything that had happened to us. I turned back to him as the others continued.

"You four don't have to go on this mission if you don't want to," he said. "You've done more than enough to get us where we are. You deserve some rest."

"I want to finish this, Judge," I said simply. "Besides, I owe someone a bullet."

"Very well," he said and walked me to the armory.

We got loaded up with weapons and gear, and the ten of us headed to the hangar. Two navy SEAL teams waited for us. One of them was the one that I had gone with to Somalia, but without Commander Baker.

"He's been reassigned," Parker told me when I asked. I smirked, knowing exactly why he'd gotten the reassignment.

Many of the second team questioned why ten preteen boys were coming along, but the first team supported us. All arguments were settled and then the operation was addressed. The whole meeting took just over an hour and then we loaded ourselves onto the plane.

For me, it felt good to be back in command of my little unit. As we sat down on the jet and got settled, Mike and Simon began asking questions about what had happened. The other four listened as well as we filled them in on all that had gone on during those four months.

They told us of some of the training they'd gone through also. It was mainly specific to their particular jobs when all of this was over. Ben and Remmie told us about their slave training and how far they'd gotten. I was actually impressed at it. Alex didn't have too far to catch up to them due to his time with the Afghanis.

Simon seemed uncharacteristically quiet during the time we were talking. When we'd pretty much finished with telling each other what'd happened, Simon got up and walked away. I followed.

"What's up?" I asked when it was just the two of us.

"Nothing," he said, looking out the portal, away from me.

"I think I know you better than that," I told him.

"You've been gone a long time, Seth," he said, turning towards me. "A lot has changed."

"I'm sure it has."

"More than you realize."

"What aren't you saying?"

"Well, I've kind of taken over as group leader in your absence."

"Is that what your problem's about?" I asked, almost laughing myself silly. "I don't care about who's leader, Simon. All I care about is doing my job. And right now, my job is to take down a terrorist organization that has both attacked and threatened our country."

"It's not that simple, Seth."

"It is for me. If you have a problem with me, then we can settle it when we get back." I took a deep breath. "For now, lets just do our jobs."

I left him standing where he was and returned to the others. They were in the middle of viewing Alex's scar on his stomach when I sat down.

"Problem?" James asked. I shook my head.

We got suited up and then slipped into our parachutes. Mike asked me if I remembered how everything worked.

"Do you still pull the ripcord?" I asked him to Remmie's snickers.

"Only if you want the chute to open."

"Right. Got it. Thanks."

"No problem."

The two SEAL teams lined up with us next to them. We lowered our goggles and got into position. I looked over to Philip and he was still having problems with this. I smirked and turned back to the empty sky. The light turned green and we ran out the back door. Afghanistan lay out below us and was ascending quickly.

We popped our chutes and glided in behind a mountain. I put my pack on, loaded my weapon and assembled with the others. Remmie led the whole team in the direction I'd pointed out on the map. One SEAL team flanked us on the left, the other was on the right while our team went up the middle.

"You're sure about the position, Seth?" Remmie asked after a few hours of traveling.

"Pretty sure," I answered back. Simon groaned and I turned to him. "Look, Simon, get over yourself. Right fucking now."

"Seth, this has nothing to do with you and me. This mission can't fail; it's too important."

"Don't lecture to me, Simon," I growled at him. "I spent four months over here. I know how important this is."

"Knock it off, both of you," Commander Martinson barked at us. "We don't have time for arguments." Simon and I looked at each other and backed off. Martinson looked at me. "Can you get us to the cave you were at?"

"I believe so," I answered.

"Then do it."

I nodded and we started off again. Three agonizing hours later, we'd found the mountain range that housed the cave. I had Ben give me the binoculars. I scanned the area and saw the entrance.

"What do you think?" I asked James, handing him the binos.

"That's it," he said with a certain degree of excitement.

As it was getting light, we had to wait for the following night before launching any attack. For everyone except the four of us, the day was gruelingly hot. I had to smile at their reactions. For us, it was normal.

At one point, Leon and Jeff headed off to be alone together. I raised an eyebrow at Remmie. He nodded back. I inched my way over to him.

"They're pretty much exclusive, now," he said, looking in the direction they'd gone.

"How long has that been going on?"

"A few months, now. Jeff likes the kind of abuse Leon can dish out. And Leon likes abusing him. So, the match works." He took a deep breath and smiled. "Sometimes we see Jeff with several bruises all over him. We know what happened the night before."

"Anything else?"

He shrugged his shoulders and was silent for a moment.

"Simon's really stepped in as sort of the leader of us once you disappeared. He didn't ask for it; it just happened. With me and Ben going through our slave training and Jeff not even wanting it, it sort of fell into his lap. Leon didn't seem like he wanted it either."

"What about Mike?"

"Mike doesn't like to be in the spotlight, you know that."

I decided to see just what Leon was doing to Jeff. I rounded a rock to see Leon shoving his cock forcefully down the boy's throat. He had Jeff by the hair and kept pistoning into the kid's gullet. I smirked and left them to their fun.

As soon as the sun went down, it was on. We made our way the rest of the distance to the cave. Once we'd quietly moved into position, Simon took aim at the man that was on guard duty. A pull of the trigger later, and he fell.

We went inside and began eliminating all that stood in our way. Mostly, it was quiet, but sooner than we would have liked, someone woke up and things got noisy. Al-Qaeda were everywhere, but were quickly taken out. Everyone did their jobs just like we were expected to do. When it was over, we found Bin Laden; he'd shot himself in the head instead of allowing himself to be taken prisoner.

"Damn," Martinson commented when he saw the dead body.

"At least he's dead," I said, sort of stating the obvious.

"Don't you get it?" Simon asked.

"What?"

"Now, he's a martyr, Seth," he argued.

"It was a bad situation no matter what, Simon," I came back with. "Dead; he's a martyr. Alive; they'd do whatever they could to come after him. With him dead, at least he can't lead them any longer.

"It was a no-win situation no matter what we did."

"SETH!" Philip screamed from the mouth of the cave. We all turned and ran to the voice. When we got there, we saw what he was worried about. Several vehicles were on their way to our position.

"Binos, Ben," I said and he handed them to me. I saw them as they approached and recognized the lead vehicle; Omar's troupe. "Damn."

"Who is it?" James asked. I just looked at him. He got a shocked look and then smiled. "Bring it on."

"We weren't ready for him, James," I told him. I turned to the commander behind me. "These guys will fight to the last person, Martinson."

"Understood."

He turned and began barking orders to the Navy people. I turned and told mine what they needed to do to support them. Simon was incensed; I was beyond caring.

Omar's people were on us inside of ten minutes, but we were ready. They began firing and so did we. We had the advantage of the higher ground, but they were scrappers. The battle was anyone's guess, really. Simon had improved with his sniper rifle and was picking them off one at a time. I ran over to him during the fighting.

"Scott might be with them," I informed him.

"I'll be careful," he told me as I turned and left. I headed from his position to Martinson's. He'd polished off one mag just as I got there.

"I'm going to take a few of my guys and circle around to outflank them."

"Understood; be careful," he said as he turned back to the band of guerillas.

I grabbed James, Philip, Alex, Mike, Leon, and Remmie and headed out to our right. I passed Simon and informed him of what we were doing.

"No, Seth," he shot back with, "we need you guys here. We'll never hold them off with that many missing."

"Yes you will. We can't afford to just sit here and pick them off. By now, I'm sure they've contacted the other cells. This needs to be quicker than it is."

Without waiting for an answer from him, the seven of us left. When we got to the side, we moved up and took up our positions. Each of us aimed at a different target and fired. Five out of the seven of us hit our marks dead-on. The other two were wounded. But now, it caused them to panic and we opened fire. One by one, they were felled.

The SEALs noticed the tone of the attack had changed and they began moving down the mountain towards them. Omar's group was becoming more and more depleted by the minute. Finally, the few Afghanis that were left stopped firing their guns and threw up their arms in surrender. Both of our groups moved towards them.

The remaining ones were tied up by the SEALs. We searched through the dead bodies for Scott. He wasn't there, nor was he with the ones that had surrendered.

"Must be back at the camp," Alex suggested.

"I hope so," I said.

"Seth," James called, getting my attention. He waved me over to one of the men lying on the ground.

When I got there, Omar was lying on the ground, holding his wounded arm. He smiled when he saw me. I didn't.

"Sherai," he gasped, reaching for me with his good one. I pulled out my 9mil and pointed it at his face. He stopped smiling.

"Checkmate, asshole," I said and then pulled the trigger.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned as Tom began feeding me his magnificent tool. "God, I have missed this." Tom made a particularly hard thrust, impaling me on just the head of his cock, and I gasped in sharp pain. Uncomfortably, I turned my head over to look at him. "What was that for?"

"You missed 'this'? Or me?"

"Oops," I said, smiling and returning to my previous position. "I missed you, but your cock is something so marvelous that it deserves its own entity."

"You're full of it; you know that?" he asked, smirking.

"I'm getting there," I countered.

He laid his toned body down on my smooth back and began working his cock into me again. I moaned out in glorious pain as he continued to spread me open with it.

"You are kind of tight, Seth," he commented.

"No one has a cock like yours," I informed him, probably needlessly.

His pole continued splitting me open for several minutes until I felt his pubic region bump up next to my cheeks.. His hips made one final shove forward, making me take every last millimeter of him. Grunting, I arched my back, allowing all of him inside me.

"Ohhh," I moaned as he began withdrawing from my young backside. Sliding against the walls of my entrails, his hunk of meat made me fully aware of its journey. And I was enjoying every painful minute of it.

Once the head was barely inside, he began moving it back into me and I grunted out in sweet agony. I then made a decision.

"Harder," I groaned.

He made a real hard shove when he was only half way in me, forcing all of it to be completely buried.

"AAAHH!" I screeched into his bed. I closed my eyes, as he stopped. I opened my eyes again to look at him. A tear had welled up and ran down my face. I quickly wiped it off. "Why did you stop?"

"I was hurting you," he said, with a sympathetic look on his face.

"I know, but don't stop." He looked at me, wondering. "Please?"

"Okay, but why?"

"Because I want you to know that this," I patted my right buttcheek, "is yours. Others may take it occasionally, but it belongs to you." I was lying to him, but I couldn't explain it to him why I wanted it that brutal at that time.

"You sure?" he asked and I nodded.

Tom pushed himself up, off my back, to kneel with his legs straddling my prone body. With one hand grabbing my hair, he pushed downward real hard with his hips. I hissed, but he didn't stop. Placing his free hand on my back, he began pulling his thick cock out of me, only to shove it back inside once again.

I screamed at the pain of it, but he didn't stop. He pulled out again and shoved just as hard into me, eliciting another screech. My body wanted me to make him stop his assault on my insides, but I wasn't going to do it. I needed this. Badly.

"Harder!" I yelled at him. "Please!"

Tom moved to get a better position, but didn't move his hands from where they were. I was held in place as he began pile-driving into my young hole. It hurt like fucking hell, forgive the pun, but I wanted more of it. I knew that I was probably bleeding back there, but I didn't care; I'd deal with that later.

I laid there on the bed and took the harshest fucking Tom could dish out. I cried the whole time through it, but I wouldn't let him stop hurting me. Taking longer than I thought was humanly possible, Tom finally made his climactic thrust into my shredded bowels.

When he came down from his euphoric high, I was still crying hard. It wasn't crying, actually; it was bawling. I knew Tom thought he'd really hurt me, but he didn't know what to do about how to handle it. Hurting me because he was told to do so was one thing, but from what had just happened was something outside of that.

I was painfully aware of him pulling his spent cock out of me. And when my body was my own again, I curled up into a ball to continue crying. It lasted as long as the battering I'd just taken, and all the while, Tom just sat on the edge of the bed. At one point, he gingerly placed his hand on my thigh, but I pushed it away. After that, he just sat there and listened to me bawl.

Finally, I got up from the bed and went to his small bathroom. After using the toilet, to expel what he'd deposited in there, I cleaned up my backside and went to the mirror. I saw myself, really, for the first time in over four months.

I'd really grown. I was two weeks shy of turning ten and I had really grown into a young man. It was more than my physique; it seemed to be mental also. I was different and I liked it. I took a deep breath and headed out into Tom's bedroom.

He was lying on his back on the bed. I walked up to his side.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"No, I'm the one that should be sorry," he said, turning towards me. He pulled me towards him, but I held back, so he stopped.

"I'm not sorry for what happened; I'm sorry for putting you through that."

"I don't understand."

I turned and sat on the edge of the bed next to his legs. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turned towards him.

"I don't know if I understand it fully, myself, but I'll try to explain it." I took a moment to try and gather my thoughts before speaking. "I was playing the role of Omar's slave for four months. So much so, that I began enjoying the part.

"I did it to survive, I know, but somewhere along the way, I began feeling something for him I didn't want to."

"You began to love him," Tom stated. It wasn't a question.

"No." I answered quickly back to him. "It wasn't love, but it was that feeling I had with Powers. I felt almost… endeared towards him. Like I owed him something.

"It began with the head-games he played with me at the beginning. I knew what he was doing, but I was beginning to fall for them anyways. I knew better, but it happened, all the same. I couldn't stop it."

"But you killed him, though."

I let out a short snort.

"Believe it or not, but that was one of the easiest times I've pulled the trigger."

"Why?"

"You sure you wanna hear the answer to that?"

"No matter what you say, my feelings for you won't change," he said with all the seriousness I'd ever seen him use.

"The last time I saw him, before that one night, he fucked me pretty hard. Several times. I didn't know why he was doing it at the time, but later on, I realized it. He knew he was going to be doing it for the last time. He knew that Osama Bin Laden was going to send me to America to die.

"I think what I did tonight was try and get rid of all those feelings I had for him. I'm sorry for using you like that."

"I think I understand now, and don't give it another thought. If you need me like that again, I'm here to help, anyway I can."

"You're just saying that because you like fucking me," I said with a smirk.

"Well, there's that, too."

He grabbed me into a huge bear hug, where he tickled me non-stop for several minutes. I was screaming for him to stop long before he did.

"You know I could kill you for that," I told him as I wiped my tears away from laughing too hard.

"I'm not worried."

"Be afraid; be very afraid."

We called it a night and he fell asleep right away. I laid on my back thinking of Latif and hoping he's doing well in the orphanage we'd found for him.

After the firefight at the cave, we quietly raided Omar's campsite. Everyone but Latif and Scott were eliminated. It took all of about two hours to make it happen. When we were done, we took a few jeeps and a truck into Kabul. There was a church/orphanage we helped Latif get into before heading to the airport. He seemed grateful and gave me a hug before we left to return.

The return trip was slightly awkward. Simon seemed put out with me, but I ignored him. He was just going to have to get over the fact that I was back. The others accepted me once again, which didn't help his disposition, either.

When we landed in Washington, we were debriefed completely by Parker and Jones over all that had happened for the previous four months. Everything, from the kidnapping all the way to our return flight to America. It'd taken about twelve hours, but it was complete. James, Philip, Alex, and Scott went to the holding cells for the night when we were done, but I'd made a beeline right for Tom's room.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard cock stabbing me in the back. With a frowning smirk, I turned over and lowered my mouth down to his stout manhood. After taking a deep breath, I engulfed it with my mouth. I got my throat ready for his girth and then swallowed him whole.

"Mmmm," he moaned as his hands made their way around my head. I bobbed my head along his tool while he seemed to enjoy my molestations.

"Well, good morning," he finally said. I looked up at him as he was looking down at me. I smiled, but it was difficult to talk with a very thick cock in my mouth. So, I refrained from a retort and returned to working on him. I sucked on his pole for quite some time, until he reached under me and pulled me up to him.

"Yes?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I want the other end, now."

"Just go easy on it, please."

"Where's my little slut from last night?"

"Your 'little slut' is extremely sore, thanks to that thing of yours."

Tom rolled over onto his back, pulling me onto his middle. I slid downward, stopping when his cock rode up my spine. I raised my body upward and he aimed his manhood for my small hole. Grunting, I began lowering back downward, spearing myself on him.

"God, it hurts," I hissed, closing my eyes to the pain again.

"We can stop, you know," Tom suggested.

"No; I can handle it, just need to take it slow."

And I did this time. His cock inched its way inside my bowels, filling me to capacity once more. My body cried out for me to stop what I was doing to it, but I ignored the cries completely. I took a moment to rest, allowing my internal organs to adjust having a huge cock invading their space, before continuing.

I pulled my body upward, sliding my torn sphincter muscle along Tom's girth. It was like little needles sticking me right there the whole time. When I had gotten to the top, I lowered back down again. It was almost as painful. Getting through the first several times of riding him, I was able to handle it a lot better.

"Better?"

I nodded and continued fucking myself on him. Finally, it began to feel like it used to; just the feeling of something thick sliding in and out of me. As I moved faster, he began thrusting upward with his hips, pushing deeper and deeper into my inner being.

"Yes! Yes!" I screamed as he slammed his cock home time and time again.

Now, there was no pain, only pleasure. I began jacking off my five inch [12½ cm] erection as hard as I was getting fucked. Mere minutes later, my orgasm rocked my world. I shook with pleasure as my cock pulsed. As he hadn't finished, his pole was still erected. I stopped moving with his cock fully buried inside me.

"Wow," I commented.

"You wanna stop?"

"No," I answered back, shaking my head, "I'll finish this, but I need a moment."

He nodded and we waited. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat for a while. Tom got a little impatient and pushed upward with his hips. I groaned at it, but didn't stop him. His arm went over my back as he began building up speed. I grabbed on to him and just let him do me.

When he came, more semen came out than my cavity was able to hold on to, so the sheets got a little wet. But, we were beyond caring about that. I stayed where I was for a while until it was more than evident that we needed something to eat.

As I moved off him, I collapsed to the floor next to the bed.

"You forget how to walk?" he asked, amused.

"I didn't; my legs did."

Tom picked me up and carried me to the shower. We got cleaned up and, after he got dressed, we headed downstairs for something to eat. The café was fairly full again. I got a few stares, but they were different. The previous times they seemed curious about seeing a naked preteen amongst them. Now, they looked as if they were impressed with someone or something.

When I got to the living area, the guys were having their own breakfast in the cafeteria. I sat down with them as James was telling them about the first raid at Omar's camp.

"Yeah," James was saying, "that fucker won't do that again. Right, Seth?"

"You mean the one that was laying into you?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Not after I cut his throat."

"Well, let's just all applaud the conquering hero," Simon scathingly commented from the next table over.

"Just what's that shit all about?" James asked.

"Yeah," Mike began, "what's with you?"

"He's pissed off that Seth's back," Ben interjected.

"Tough shit," I said, throwing in my two cent's worth.

Simon was away from the table and coming after me within seconds. I shifted to dodge his first swing and rolled away from him, landing on the floor. He continued his advance while I flipped over and stood up, all in the same move. Simon spun to swing the back of his foot in a wide roundhouse, but I ducked under it. I backtracked to avoid him, moving us into the workout area.

"You're getting soft, Seth," Simon informed me.

"Not at all, I just don't want to fight you."

"As you said, 'tough shit'."

He swung for my face and I ducked again, but in doing so, I was lined up to get his with his left fist. I got it in the chest, sending me backward. I landed, but rolled away, getting back up. He continued advancing on me, while I did my best to just avoid him. I'll admit, after the fifth time I'd taken a punch from him, I was getting ticked off.

When he came at me with another swing, I caught his fist and pulled his arm backwards, neutralizing him for a moment.

"Alright, Simon, you want a fight? Fine."

He may have been stronger, but I was battle hardened. For four months, the desert of Afghanistan had chiseled my physique into something tough.

Simon moved his body out of the position I'd put him into, but as he swung his other fist for my face again, I was able to duck without making myself a target. I swung my own fist for his stomach and connected. When he bowled over, I slammed my other fist downward against his jaw.

I grabbed his hair and savagely pulled his head back, exposing his whole face. With him in a very compromised position, I could have killed him with a blow to his throat, but as mad as I was, death was not something I was wanting to deal out right then. My free fist did nail his mouth, though. From there, I threw him to the ground. Once he was down, I landed on his ribs with my knee, cracking a few. He screamed out in pain, but I didn't stop. I punched him across the mouth with my right hand, sending a copious amount of blood flying across the mat.

He made a feeble attempt to hit me, but I blocked it easily and gave him another taste of his own medicine. My fist made contact with the right side of his face several times in rapid succession. Still angry, I flipped him over onto his stomach and grabbed him by the back of his hair.

He flailed his arm back at me, but it was impossible while I had him pinned down. The struggle had my cock get hard so, I decided not to waste the opportunity. With Simon still pinned the way he was, I reached down and aimed my cock to his back door. He tightened up his butt muscles to stop me.

I punched him hard in the side with the cracked ribs and he screamed again. I got another scream from him after a second punch, but he moved his legs apart.

"This is for starting all of this," I said and shoved my cock inside him.

I knew it wasn't going to hurt him all that much. He'd been raped a few hundred times by the instructors, after all. But, I wanted to humiliate him for doing this and I couldn't think of anything more humiliating than to have a cock shoved up his butt. Especially from a peer.

"Damn, you're loose," I commented as I forced myself inside him. "You been hitting the streets while I've been gone?" He grunted in answer. "Or maybe sitting on telephone poles?" I got another grunt from him as I made another shove of my hips.

"Please, stop, Seth," he whimpered. For some reason or other, that pissed me off even more.

"Shut up and take it, bitch," I growled and began to really fuck him for all I was worth.

As I'd just cum some time earlier, it was going to take a while before it happened again; his problem, not mine. Each thrust was punctuated harshly, making him feel every inch of me. He tried moving out from under me, but I yanked him back with his hair and simultaneously sent him a message from my cock.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch," I snarled.

Simon's rape lasted quite a while, but I did finally cum. I grunted, made a particularly savage thrust of my hips, and shuddered through my climax. Groaning, I lowered my head down to his ear.

"I own you, now," I whispered to him. "Don't do this shit again."

I pushed off him and clocked him again across his jaw just for good measure. I stood up on wobbly legs, but made my way back to the group. They parted in the middle to let me pass. I made my way to the living quarters for the showers, but I saw Jones there as I entered the room.

"Very impressive, Seth," he said.

"Yeah, I can beat up a nine year old kid," I shot back sarcastically.

"Simon's come on quite well over the past year and a half, and beating him like you did was something remarkable. Not to mention that you haven't had any real formal training in the past four months."

I nodded that I understood the compliment.

"Are we going to get punished?"

"He is, as he started it, but you won't."

"Let him go; he's been punished enough by me."

Jones thought about it for a moment.

"Very well." He turned to leave the room, but I stopped him.

"Was there something else?"

"No." And with that, he left by the back door.

I showered and headed back for the classroom. Simon had been taken to see Dr. Wells about his ribs, but the others were in their chairs. I took my place at the front as Mr. Collins continued teaching.

"Good to have you back, Seth," he said and I nodded.

We went through our classes that morning. At lunch, we got some visitors; President Taylor and his entourage. We were talking about normal bullshit when Parker and Jones escorted them into the cafeteria.

"And this is the cafeteria, gentlemen," Parker was saying as they entered the room.

"Line up," Jones called out.

All ten of us lined up in between the tables. Ten preteen boys on display for The President of the United States.

Hope he likes tiny sausages.

We're not so tiny any more.

"Good to meet all of you, boys," the president stated.

We nodded in response.

"If you'll follow me, sir," Parker started, but the president rebuffed him.

"I'd like to see some of their training."

"Of course, sir." Parker stepped forward.

"Follow me," he said and turned to our right, so I was in the lead. He walked us out into the firing range. "Seth, if you please…?"

I nodded and got a nine-millimeter pistol from the wall. I quickly loaded it and after everyone had hearing protection on, I took my place at the range. Without sighting, I fired the gun down range ten times, nailing the target in the middle with a tight shot-group. I gave the 'all-clear' sign and took my place in line.

"Good to see you haven't lost your touch," Parker commented.

From there, we headed to the walk-through range where I demonstrated my abilities again. I missed once, but that was all. After that, it was the obstacle course, and Leon showed them his strengths. The weight room and swimming pool were next. Following the pool, Parker had us line up in the central workout area.

"Okay, the groups are simple; odds verses evens," he said.

Even without our collars, we knew our numbers. Ben, Leon, James, Remmie, and I lined up on one side. They turned to me immediately. I had James take on Scott. Alex was Remmie's responsibility. Ben was to handle Philip. Leon wanted Jeff, so I gave him to him, but with a smirk. So, Mike ended up to be mine.

We separated and began looking them over to see their strategy. When Parker blew the whistle, things didn't quite go as planned again. Mike shot straight for Ben. Leon got Jeff and the two of them tussled back and forth until Leon got the better of him. Alex came right at me, though, so I had my own problems. Remmie took on Philip, but got beaten.

Alex and I sparred for several minutes until Philip dove and got the back of my legs. Alex jumped on me, but I rolled away, kicking Philip in the back as I went. When Alex came for me again, I spun away, but also backhanded him in the process. I knew it wouldn't stop him, but it did give me an out. I'd ended up on my back and tried to get up, but Philip launched himself at me. I used my legs and his momentum against him, throwing him over my head.

This time I had to get up; Alex was coming for me again. I got set up for a fight, when Leon saved me by plowing him into the mat. As I turned towards Philip, I got bulled in the back by Mike. He grabbed on to my hair and pulled me back.

"Give up, Seth," he warned. And, to be honest, I was about to when the tension let up; James had beaten Scott and tackled Mike. But, he was in bad shape; Scott had really worked him over, even though he lost.

I got clocked across the jaw by Philip and he straddled my side as I reeled from the punch. I backhanded him to get him off me and then rolled away again. As I got to my feet, I saw that Mike had beaten James and Leon was losing to Alex. If I was going to have any chance of winning this, I needed Leon.

So, before Mike or Philip could do anything, I ran over and gave Alex a punch in the side. He screamed and it allowed Leon to sucker punch him in the face. Alex gave up after that. Leon stood up just as Mike and Philip began sizing us up.

"Any ideas?" Leon asked.

"Yeah; win."

"Oh, brilliant."

"You guys might as well give up," Mike warned us, "you're not going to win."

"Yeah, we'll just do that, white boy," Leon spat back at him.

"Quick dicking around and deck him," James shouted from behind us.

"Shut up, James," I shouted back.

I moved to my right, behind Leon, to see what they would do, but they didn't do anything. So, I continued towards the right. Leon then feigned a move towards them and Mike swung in his direction. Philip tried to help, but the move put them at a disadvantage, allowing me to sidekick him.

Mike recovered quickly to salvage his work by getting to Leon quickly. Leon didn't see the hit coming and took it across the chin. Philip and I were engaged at that time, trying to get the upper hand on the other. I made a bad move and it allowed him to get inside my defenses. I tried to escape, but he had me, and I knew it. I had to give up after taking two punches to the face. Leon dispatched Mike as I crawled off the mat. Both he and Philip were hurting, but neither let it stop them.

As we watched, Philip made a brilliant move on him and ended up winning the match for the other side. All five of us were disappointed, but someone had to win. I was proud of Philip for doing what he did and winning against a tough opponent.

The president was impressed with the display as well. He commended all of us on a well-fought bout. Parker dismissed us for the rest of the day and continued showing President Taylor the rest of the facility.

"I wonder if he's going to show him the PRs," Ben mused when we were sitting down in the common area.

"You know, it's been a while since all of us had any fun together," Alex suggested.

"He's got a point," James threw in.

I went right to James and began sucking his cock. Ben rolled over to have James suck his. I felt some hands behind me on my butt. When I looked back, I saw Leon lining his well-endowed cock up to my rear entrance. I smiled and returned to James just as he began entering me.

Jeff was off to the side getting double-teamed by Scott and Remmie. Philip, Mike, and Alex had moved into a triangle sucking session.

When Leon was finished fucking me, someone else took his place. When James finished sucking Ben, he rolled under me to take mine into his mouth as I continued sucking him. James came a little later on, but wanted me to continue sucking, so I did. Whoever had been inside me, finished and another boy took his place.

Grunts and groans filled the air as we pleasured ourselves for well over two hours. When one finished, others were still going. Each of us came at least twice before it was all said and done, and finished totally satisfied.

"You know, the president wants to give you guys a medal," Tom was telling me the day before my birthday.

"For what?"

"For Afghanistan, of course," he answered, a little shocked.

"All we did was do our job," I told him. I was lying next to him in bed and he had his arm draped over me, feeling my butt. It was comfortable for me to be like this with him.

"Perhaps."

We fell asleep in that comfortable place that night. I had simple, pleasant dreams.

I woke the next day, feeling a bit frisky. I reached under the blanket and began stroking his cock. When it was stiff enough for my liking, I moved on top of him and lowered my butt down to it. He woke as he began splitting me in half.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting fucked; birthday style."

"Well," he said, waking up further, "if that's what you're wanting, then we do it properly."

He wrapped his arms around me and turned us over. When I was on my back, he didn't stop moving me. I was turned again, to lie on my stomach with him on my back. His cock began penetrating me again and I hummed at the sensation.

"Ohhh, yeah," I cooed as he sliced into me.

"Like cutting warm butter," he commented while he continued his downward push.

"Hard."

Tom didn't need to be told twice. One brutal shove down and I was fully speared by him. I hissed, but didn't want him to stop. And he didn't. My hole was his for the taking, and he was going to take it again. In an animalistic style, Tom fucked me harder than ever.

"Ohhh, fuck me, Tom," I begged as he laid into me unceasingly. Throughout the entirety of it, he never let up on me until he came. As his spunk filled my guts, I shook from my own orgasm.

"Happy birthday," he said, lowering himself down to my ear.

"I'm not complaining," I answered back.

Achingly, I moved off and took my shower. The others threw me a small party as I sat down with them for breakfast. Birthdays were allowed to be celebrated, as long as they didn't interfere with training. Mine was just a simple preteen orgy that evening.

Simon still wasn't talking to me. The others had accepted my leadership again, but Simon was still having problems with it. I figured that he'd come around sooner or later. He was just going to have to work it out for himself.

A week after I turned ten, Parker came into the cafeteria as we were finishing up breakfast. He had us line up and follow him back into the common area.

"For this type of program, there is no graduation ceremony," he said, starting off. "I wish there was one, but there can't be. All I can do is tell you that you are going to be leaving out on your assignments. And that time is now."

All of us looked at each other, stunned. None of us knew what to do next.

"For now, each of you will stay in here until I call your name. I will take each of you in turn to get your orders and briefs.

"Alexander Branson," he said and Alex stepped forward. "Follow me."

Alex turned to me and we hugged. Alex was the one that I'd met first; I'd known him the longest and the four months we'd spent in Afghanistan worked towards the two of us being closer than ever. Leon, on the other side of him, placed his hand on Alex's shoulder.

"Good luck," I said as we parted. I now knew what it meant by the phrase 'sweet sorrow'.

Alex hugged each and every one of our classmates and then left the room with Parker. After they were gone, we looked at each other, still not knowing what to do.

"We'd…," I said, coughing, trying to get rid of the tears gathering in my eyes. "We'd better get the goodbyes done before he comes back."

They agreed and I turned to Leon.

"Good luck, nigger," I said with a smirk.

"You too, white meat," he shot back with.

Each of us got a hug in with him and were finishing as Parker entered the room. He called Leon Coker to him and they left. Jeff was particularly depressed after he was gone. I looked to Mike next.

"No offense, but I hope I don't see you again," he said to me.

"Same here," I answered back, knowing what he meant. "Just do what you're supposed to do and you won't."

He nodded and accepted hugs from me and then the others. Parker returned for Michael Foster and they left. James.

"Oh, damn," I said as I turned to him, with fresh tears gathering and I was doing nothing to stop them.

"Yeah, I'll miss you, too," he said, crying just as much.

"Good luck, loudmouth," I said during a fierce hug with him. He choked out a laugh and turned to get hugs from the others. James Hostetler left the facility a few minutes later.

Philip and I hugged as well. I was just as close to him as I was to James and Alex. He was also with me during those four months of hell in Afghanistan and you can't help but feel close to someone when you go through that. Parker and Philip Keller departed from the living quarters after we all bid him farewell.

Remmie came to me first and we said our goodbyes. Knowing where he was going, I knew he needed the support the most. A few minutes after Jeff was finished hugging him, Remington Kelsey departed for Russia.

Although Scott and I weren't exactly close, he was with the rest of us in Afghanistan. He'd changed into a real tough kid by this time. Through all that he'd gone through, it wasn't surprising. He came in as a marshmallow, but Scott Nelson left as a chiseled weapon.

When Simon began saying his goodbyes, he started with Jeff and then went to Ben. It wasn't a surprise, as he hadn't said word one to me since the fight. As he made his way over to me, he looked like I was going to jump at him with a knife.

"Look," he began, but I stopped him.

"Don't. To me, it's in the past. Both of us made mistakes surrounding that time. So, if you can let it go, so can I."

"Fair enough," he said with a slight smirk.

I walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Take care of yourself, eh?"

"Will do," he answered back with a smile.

When Parker reentered, he called Ben to him. We were shocked.

"Why not Simon?" I asked.

"Simon has a different mission. Ben comes with me now."

Jeff gave him a hug and so did I. He turned and left with Parker. Benjamin Young was shipped out of the facility to be a slave to a millionaire in Great Britain. Parker once told me that we had to keep an eye on both our enemies and our friends.

Simon and I turned to Jeffery Yung. After hugging Simon, he turned to me.

"Thank you," he said with a smirk.

"I'm gonna miss that special room of yours," I told him.

"Me, too," he said, and with that he grabbed me in an intense hug. He stayed that way with me until Parker walked in the room. As I released him, I gave him a hard slap on the ass. He gave me a smirk and left with Parker.

"Now what?" Simon asked once we were alone.

"Who knows? Maybe we gotta kill each other."

"You'd lose," he said with a smirk, wiping his face off.

"In your dreams."

We were still chuckling when Parker entered the room. We sobered up quickly. He had both of us follow him out the door. He led us to the briefing room, where he turned to Simon.

"As you've become better and better with weapons, we've decided that you'd do better if you stayed here. You'll go out on missions and, occasionally, you and Seth are going to be teamed up." Simon and I looked at each other; both of us were surprised. "When you're not on a mission, you'll stay here at this facility.

"Also, very soon, we're going to need someone that's exceptional with guns to teach the trainees."

"What about Mr. Nelson?" Simon asked.

"He's retiring. He's had a full career and has had enough. So, we're going to need a teacher. I think we can work out something that'll have the two of you going out on missions and teaching nubile young minds how to shoot when you're here."

"It's kind of like a computer; you just point and click," I said, smirking.

"You know, I don't remember asking for sarcasm," Parker tossed back to me.

"Call it a free sample."

"I can put that on your gravestone, you know." Simon chuckled as Parker took a breath. "Now, let's quit the badgering and get down to business. You have an assignment… "

From there, he showed us where we were going and what we were going to be doing when we got there. For this first assignment, it was a short jaunt into North Korea. They wanted a high-ranking official taken out.

"You'll be leaving in the morning. So, follow me and I'll take you to your room."

He led us upstairs where he stopped outside Tom's room.

"I'm assuming you'd like to stay here," Parker said, turning to me. I nodded. "I thought so. That's why you'll find your things are already in there, put away for you. Mr. Gower is running an errand right now, but he'll be here later."

I nodded and followed them as he led us to Simon's room. It was a little smaller than Tom's room, but still significantly larger than the cages he was used to. His eyes lit up and he almost went bananas looking at everything. Parker left us for Simon to look around.

"I can't believe all of this is mine," he said, unable to stop grinning. "I haven't had a room of my own since they took me from my father." Where do you think I got the story I told Omar?

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked, smiling with him. He nodded. I turned towards the door to leave.

"Where're you headed?" he asked as I opened the door.

"Downstairs for something to eat."

"Mind if I come along?"

"Not at all, but you might want to get dressed, first."

"Oh. Right."

We went by my place and I got dressed as well and then headed into the café. Most of the people there were used to seeing me, so to see Simon there was nothing out of the ordinary. After we ate, I took him outside to the front of the building. We were talking about something and then I got hit in the head with a snowball. I turned to see him smiling at me.

"Why you little…," I scowled and took after him.

The two of us had a small snowball fight, ending up with both of us getting soaked. When we'd had enough, we made our way back to his room for a quick, warm shower. We toweled off and headed into his living area. I sat down on his bed and he knelt down between my legs. Before I could do or say anything, he licked my cock from base to tip. It instantly responded.

"Want me to continue?" he asked.

I just spread my legs open a little wider for him and he went to work. I laid back on his bed to enjoy the relaxing blowjob he was giving me. After a few minutes, I had him come up on the bed so I could reciprocate. We sucked each other off for the next few hours or so, relaxing in between orgasms.

When the evening came around, Simon and I had dinner with Tom in the café. Afterward, Tom and I went to our room and Simon left for his. I stripped down quickly and he mounted my back inside of five minutes. His cock began piercing my hole within mere seconds after that.

Grunting at his initial thrust, I held on as Tom began fucking me however he liked. As he was laying into me, a knock came from the door. I groaned in frustration.

"Yes?" Tom asked, stopping his assault on my asshole.

"Seth?" Simon asked from the other side.

"You gotta be fucking kidding," I commented to the mattress. I turned my head towards the door. "Yeah, Simon. What is it?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'm kinda busy right now, Simon," I retorted with Tom snickering behind me.

"Oh."

"Christ," I said, back to the mattress, and then I turned back to look at Tom. "Do you mind?"

"Hey, the more the merrier," he said with a shrug.

"Don't get any funny ideas, Dino-dick," I growled. Tom chuckled as I turned back to the door. "Come on in, Simon."

Simon opened the door and entered. He stopped cold when he saw us. Tom still had his cock buried up my ass, which, I'm sure, presented an interesting view of things. Simon looked like he was about to turn and leave.

"It ain't anything you ain't seen before," I told him.

"I guess so," he said and moved into the sleeping area. "You really enjoy getting fucked by something that large?"

"It's an acquired taste," I came back with. Tom moved back to remove himself from my backside. I turned to look at him. "Where're you going?"

"You obviously need some time to talk to him." He pulled out of me and began moving away.

"Get your cock back over here," I told him, "we weren't finished, yet."

Tom returned to his previous position, but didn't replace his cock in me. I turned back to Simon.

"What is it?"

"I miss the others," he said, sitting down on the bed next to us.

"Yeah, me too," I stated honestly. "It was like we had our own little family."

"Yeah," he said, getting teary-eyed.

"You wanna stay here, tonight?" I asked. He turned and smiled and nodded.

"Can I join you?" he asked, nodding towards our mid-sections.

"I'm okay with it," Tom said.

"I'm sure," I retorted. I nodded to Simon and he stripped off his briefs.

When he was nude, he slid towards me, motioning that he wanted to be under me. I raised up and he slid his frame beneath mine. I lined my hard cock up to his backside and pushed inside him.

Simon groaned as I entered him, but said nothing else. Tom pushed his cock back to my rear entrance and punctured my being again. This time I grunted. Instead of having both of them try and move, I did the work. As I pulled out of Simon, Tom's cock was shoved into me and vice-versa. On paper, it would have worked, but in practice, it didn't.

"Just fuck me, Tom," I said, giving up after a few attempts. "If you can."

As I chuckled at my own joke, he shoved as hard as ever into me.

"UHHHH!" I moaned.

"How's that for 'if I can'?"

"Try a little harder; I don't think you got to my tonsils, yet."

Simon giggled below me as Tom began really laying into my boyhole. Just lying still, but with what Tom was doing, I was able to get some sort of motion going. After quite some time of being fucked, Tom came inside me, and I was close to doing the same inside Simon.

Two slides of my cock later, and I climaxed. Tom had pulled out and I rolled over to the side. I had Simon move upwards for me to suck him off. I finished him off some ten minutes later. He eased down and the three of us fell asleep.

The next morning, Simon and I woke before dawn. Tom was waking up as we were leaving the shower. Simon left for his apartment and I got dressed in my black fatigues. I slipped my boots on and then I went to Tom while he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Be careful," he said with a smile.

"We will," I said and kissed him.

I turned and left the room. Simon met me in the café where we ate some breakfast. From there, it was to the armory for weapons and gear. The airport hanger was next. We were 'wheels-up' just as the dawn was breaking. During the flight, Simon came over and sat down next to me.

"Remember what we were doing at this time last year?" he asked with a smirk.

"Yeah; getting our brains bashed in or fucked out of our heads downstairs."

"Or both."

"Or both," I agreed.

"Do you remember the mission in the mountains; the one where we had to find our way back with only the compass and map?" I nodded that I did. "I did, too, after you were gone last summer."

"What're you getting at?"

"I remembered how you led us through those woods and how you got us through that attack in Colombia. You took charge of things so naturally. I guess what I'm saying is, I used you as an example as to how to lead when you were in Afghanistan.

"When you came back, it was like I felt like I had to prove I belonged in command. But, it was still yours. You out did me when we attacked the cave and when Omar's group attacked us. In other words, no matter what else I'd done, you were still better than me at commanding the group.

"That's what made me madder than anything."

"So…?"

"So, I guess I'm saying that I was more mad at myself, but took it out on you. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted, but do it again, and I break your arms," I warned him with a smirk.

"Fair enough."

Simon and I talked a while longer, over some of the things that had happened to us over the previous year. He relegated some of the things the guys did while I was gone, probably skipping over some of the more embarrassing things he did.

"How did the Leon-Jeff thing get started?"

"Oh, that happened after a Friday fight. Leon beat both him and Ben and it impressed Jeff enough for him to talk about it. From then on, Leon took care of Jeff's sessions in the PR's instead of the instructors. But, he did have to do well for the week in points or he didn't do it."

"I assume he did well."

"Never missed a weekend," he said and we both chortled a short laugh. "Leon changed after that, too. He seemed to take things a lot more seriously. It was almost as if he knew Jeff was his to both abuse and care for.

"Wonder where they are, now," he said, finishing off his thought.

"I don't." Simon turned towards me. "The fewer people that know where all of our spies are, the better."

"Good point."

Some time later, we landed in Hawaii for a refueling. The plane took off again for Seoul, South Korea an hour later. We caught some sleep along the way, but it wasn't too much.

We woke up just as the plane was descending. As soon as the plane parked, a man walked over to us.

"You must be Seth," he said, extending his hand to me.

"I must be," I answered, a little surprised he wasn't. "And you must be Agent Rivera." He chuckled for a moment.

"Tom told me you have a sense of humor," he answered. "Come on, we don't have a lot of time to get to the infiltration spot."

I nodded and we followed. We got into a car and he drove us out of the city. Just as we left the city, Simon and I ducked down into the back of the rear of the car. The road he finally got to ran along the DMZ, which separated the two countries. He made his way along it for almost an hour.

"You guys ready?" he asked finally.

"Ready," I called back.

I unlocked the back-right door and pulled the handle.

"NOW!" he said and I pushed the backpack out the back and I jumped with it. I curled into a protective ball and rolled to a stop. Simon exited a few seconds later, a few hundred meters down the road. I got my pack and met up with him as he was heading my direction. Both of us had a scratch on our face, but we ignored them.

We ran across the road and closed in on the fence. We knew we didn't have a lot of time to get across the border, so we didn't stall. We got to the fence and began cutting. Both of us kept an eye out on the lookout towers and their spotlights and whenever one was getting close, we ducked.

Minutes later, we were through the first fencing. The second took a little longer, but we still made short work of it. The long distance across the minefield took forever, watching for the mines, the spotlights and guards on patrol. But, some sixty minutes later, we got to the far wall's fence. Three clips of the wire and we were through.

Simon and I made it to the woods past the fence, but it was a miracle.

"I guess getting in is the easy part," he suggested.

"Yeah," I agreed, "and after what we do, getting out is going to be all the more difficult."

Pyongyang, the country's capitol city, was about seventy miles [100 km] from where we were.

"What do you figure; three days?" he asked.

"Sounds about right. Especially since it's only the two of us and not twenty."

"So true," he said with a slight smile, remembering Colombia as well.

"Well, from here on, we're on our own."

Chapter Forty-Two
Intervals

Believe it or not, but Simon and I made it into Pyongyang without incident. A few hours after arriving, we saw our target. Simon took him out with one silent shot. Without waiting around for the results, we headed out of the city immediately. We got to the extraction point and made it out to sea without being detected. A small Navy craft picked us up and took us into international waters. We were on board a battleship in hours.

"You're the operatives?" the captain asked, disbelievingly.

"Yes, they are," a familiar voice said from behind us.

"Hello, Baker," I said, with a certain amount of loathing, as I turned around.

"Back to you, Adam," he said with as much dislike. Then he looked to his captain. "They're for real, sir; at least this one is."

"So, this is where they shipped you after you lost your command," I reminded him.

The veins on his forehead popped out severely. I smirked, knowing I was getting the better of him this time.

"Can't shut me up like last time, can you?"

"Kid," he began, trying to control himself, "one day, you're gonna piss off the wrong person and it's going to cost you."

"At ease, Commander," the captain said, taking control of the discussion.

Commander Baker stepped back and the captain took the two of us to the room they'd set aside for us.

"You wanna explain that?" Simon asked me when we were alone.

I smiled and then told him what happened on the plane ride back from Somalia. We showered, sucked each other off, and then crashed for the night.

The next day, we took a tour of the ship, compliments of the captain. Baker stayed away from us for the two days we were aboard, which wasn't surprising. We bid them farewell as we docked in Honolulu harbor, the evening of our second day. Parker had told us to stay for the night and catch a plane for the mainland the next day.

We were back in Virginia a day and a half after that. And I was back on Tom's bed getting plowed again that night. Simon bed down in his apartment. Over the next week or so, our routine was simple; school, firing range, obstacle course, workout sessions, and briefings on current events. Tom filled me with his cock each and every night.

The Monday, a week later, I pulled a muscle in my arm and had to go see Dr. Wells. As I walked into the room, Lucius was getting whipped again by a cane. Several dark red lines marked up the smooth skin of his butt and he was yelling into the ballgag. I waited till she was finished with him and then had her look at my arm.

"Just a slight sprain; you'll be fine, just be careful with it for a week," she said after examining it.

I thanked her and patted Lucius's butt on the way out of the room. I heard him groan out in pain as I closed the door, knowing she was shoving her dildo into his rectum. I smiled and walked away.

The next mission happened a week after that. Simon and I were split up. He went to South America, and I went to Canada. The Canadian mission was simple; find a fugitive terrorist and eliminate him. It was like finding a specific grain of sand on a beach. But, according to Parker, he'd blown up a government building in America and was hiding out up there, so I went.

I jumped into Quebec and then made the short twenty mile [30 km] hike into its capitol city of Quebec.

How original of them.

Getting there was the easy part, now I had to find the son of a bitch. I took on the role of a street urchin runaway. It was the easiest; no one looks at them. I made my way through, just watching the comings and goings of people. My main hindrance was that I couldn't ask anyone if they'd seen him; it'd look fishy if I did. The one thing I did have in my favor was that he had a thing for hookers.

So, I began watching mainly the nightlife. I slept in an alley during the day and patrolled at night. The guy was smart, I'll give him that, but I was not going to go back empty handed. A few nights into my search, I was moving through an area, keeping an eye on a group of street sluts and a man walked across my path.

"Hello," he said, starting off, sultry. I looked up to him and nodded back. "How'd you like to make a little money?"

"No thanks; I haven't had my shots," I said, dipped in a little bit of sarcasm.

I walked by him, to move on, and he grabbed me by my throat, hauling me into the alleyway next to us. Frowning at my own stupidity, I decided to let him have his way for the short time.

"You dare insult me, you little cretin," he hissed in my ear, ripping my pants off my hips. His own pants were undone while he held me down by the back of my neck.

"It wasn't that difficult to do," I answered back. "Cesspools are easy to insult."

"Why you little… !"

And with that, he shoved his cock inside me. It wasn't unexpected, but sudden. Tom's cock was larger, although it had been a few days. The initial invasion hurt a little, but I was used to this type of abuse. While he continued his assault, I pulled my knife from inside the sleeve of my shirt and got ready. When he finally came inside me, he released the back of my neck, believing that he'd won.

I spun around, swinging the knife across his throat. His eyes hit the size of saucers as blood shot out of his neck in a geyser. I covered my face as he collapsed down onto my frame.

"Hope you enjoyed that, asshole," I commented as I pushed his dead carcass off me.

I pulled my pants up, wiped the blood off my face, and got back on the hunt. I didn't have any luck in finding my own particular deviant that night, so I called it quits an hour later. After washing my face and trying to get my shirt cleaned off a little, I bedded down in an alleyway next to a sleazy hotel.

I woke the next morning to two people engaging in a loud argument. I cleared the sleep-junk from my eyes to focus on what was going on.

"You gotta be fucking kidding," I muttered to myself.

One of the men was the hotel management, the other was my target.

Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good.

Another pearl of wisdom.

They were arguing about whether or not the man could continue bringing prostitutes into his hotel. I thought that was kind of funny. I would have thought that anyone running a sleazy hotel, like this one, didn't really care.

"Now listen here, you great dirty sod," my target was saying, "I've paid for my room and who I choose to come in here is my business."

Horrible British accent.

"Actually," the manager argued back, "it's my business."

Just then, the man pulled out a gun and stuck it in the manager's side. The man got a shocked look on his face.

"On the other hand…"

"I thought so. And if I get even the remotest whiff of a copper, you'll be the first to fall. Got it?"

The man nodded and returned to his office. My target put his gun away and went back to his room. It was then that I got an inspiration. Once the door was closed, I headed to the office. The man was still shaking as I entered.

"What do you want, kid?" he asked when he saw me.

"That man you were just having an argument with?"

"What about him?"

"He's a terrorist wanted by my government," I said emotionless.

"Kid, I don't have time for games," he said, with a severe amount of disbelief.

I pulled out a piece of paper with the man's photo and name on it. He took it and got a bit more serious. I convinced him to call the local law enforcement to verify.

"He said-" he started, but I stopped him.

"-I know what he said. Call the number and ask to speak to the American field office. Give them this number," I handed him a card, "and they'll confirm it."

He did as I suggested and hung up the phone, looking extremely scared.

"Calm down," I said, getting a little put out with him. "I'm here to take care of him."

"Just you?"

"I've got more bite than bark," I said with a smirk. "Just trust me; I'll take care of him."

"How?"

"You got a place I can clean up?" He nodded and pointed to a room in the back. "Good. I'll take a shower, and then wait till this evening before he goes out."

"That's usually about seven o'clock."

"Sounds about right; just as the sun's going down." I headed towards the showers he'd pointed out. "Until then, just relax. He shouldn't be back. My guess is that he'll stay out of your hair as long as the cops don't show up."

I showered and put on a pair of tight pants. And, even though it was the tail end of February in Canada, I decided to go without a shirt or shoes. I pulled my hair straight back and just let it fall down my back. When I was finished, I walked out of the room to where he was sitting at the desk.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw me. I smirked, knowing the sight he must be taking in. Just then, a small dog entered the room and jumped up into his lap. I petted the dog and scratched him behind his ears.

"Can I borrow this?" I asked, pulling up the dog's collar from his neck. The manager nodded. I removed the collar from the dog and took off the tag from it. It was replaced around my neck and fit beautifully.

"You look like a cheap slut," he said as I viewed myself in the mirror.

"Thank you," I came back with, smiling.

"One question, though," he started as I turned away, "how are you going to 'take care of him'?" He looked me up and down, but more searching than lustful. "I mean, no offense, but you're just a kid."

I held up a finger to stop him and then reached into my bag. I pulled out my 9mil with a silencer on it.

"Any other questions?"

"Nope."

I waited the rest of the day in his back room until it began getting close to nightfall. Just as the sun was setting, I left the room for the counter.

"If you hear any bad sounds, call the police," I told him as I rounded the corner of the counter.

"Bad sounds. Like what?"

"Oh, gunshots, screaming, explosions; things like that."

He still had a dumb look on his face as I left the office. I put the gun in the back of my pants, with the silencer riding down the middle of my crack, and made my way to my target's room. I took a deep breath and then after knocking on his door, I put my hands behind my back, trying to look as harmless and submissive as possible.

The look on his face was priceless when he opened the door.

"What's this?" he asked.

"I come with compliments of the manager, sir," I said, still trying to look harmless.

"Excuse me?"

"He said to tell you that he is very sorry about what happened this morning and has asked me to come and make you feel better."

"This is a joke," he said with a smirk, but his eyes never left me.

"Not that I know of, sir."

"How old are you, girl?" he asked and I had to smirk at that.

"I'm a boy, sir, and does it matter how old I am?"

He looked around the parking lot, probably scanning for anything resembling an unmarked police car. I'm guessing he didn't see anything, because he stepped aside, beckoning me into his room. I entered, turning to keep my backside from his view.

He closed the door, but when he turned towards me, I had my gun out and pointing at his face. I was taking no chances.

"Don't even think about doing anything. I have no problems with putting a bullet through your head." I let that sink in for a second before continuing. "Hands behind your head and down on your knees."

"Kid, you're playing a dangerous game, here," he warned.

Frowning, I lowered my gun a little and clocked one off into his shoulder. Screaming, he flew backwards, and grabbed it on the way down. He sat up, leaning against the far wall, inching away from me.

"You can come with me in one or several pieces; your choice."

He chose to come with me in the one original piece he was made in. The police were called and they took him into custody. I made my way back to America a day later. Parker was indifferent about my decision to turn him in as opposed to killing him.

"It was your choice, Seth," he told me. "I only wanted him out of action."

I nodded and continued my debrief. It took a total of two hours and then I made my way to the apartment Tom and I shared. He was just leaving the shower as I walked in. He asked me about my mission and I told him that I got my man.

"Now," I said, smirking, "I want my real man."

"Just who would that be?"

"I was thinking of going back to Powers."

"Slut."

"Perv."

He was on me in a flash. He helped me wiggle out of my fatigues and then I was thrown down on the bed on my back. I opened my legs to allow him entry. He took it for the invitation it was.

"UUUhhhh," I groaned out into his ear while holding onto his neck. He continued moving into me until he was fully buried in my boyhole.

"You okay?"

"Unless you got anything harder," I said, nodding. He was pulling out of me at that time and shoved hard back into me. I grunted at the suddenness of it, but begged for more from him. He didn't disappoint.

That night, he fucked me into oblivion, cumming twice before we finally nodded off. I slept extremely peacefully in his arms, until morning's light woke me up.

I woke, slightly sore, and took my morning piss. From there, I made my way back in and went to the large glass wall, separating us from the outside world. I looked out over the foliage, saw the city in the distance, and enjoyed a moment's respite.

Simon and I had breakfast together that morning and discussed each other's mission. He'd gone to Peru for a fugitive, getting back a day before me. From there, it was off to the day's training and school.

Both of us had individual missions again, about a week later. I was sent to Portugal, while he jumped into Tangiers. Both missions went off without a hitch and we returned on the same day.

At the end of March, though, Parker called us into his office.

"What's up, Boss?" Simon asked, as he usually did, when we entered.

"The president wants to see you," he said simply.

"Don't tell me it's about those stupid awards," I said as I sat down.

"To be perfectly honest, Seth, I don't know what it's about; he wouldn't say."

"Why doesn't that make me feel comfortable?" Simon asked under his breath and I had to chuckle.

"Just go and find out what he wants, boys," he said and I thought I saw a hint of a smirk on his lips as well.

Jones drove us into DC and a few minutes later, we were pulling up to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. He walked us into the building and, after going through the metal detectors, we headed for The Oval Office. We were admitted the moment we arrived.

"Ah," President Taylor said with a smile as we entered. "Hello, Seth." He came around the desk and shook my hand. "And I believe that you're Simon," with an extended hand to him.

"Yes, sir," Simon said, shaking it.

He had us sit down and dismissed Jones. I thought I saw some steam coming from Jones's ears as he left the room.

"I've got a job for you two," Taylor said, once Jones was gone.

"Why didn't Parker tell us?" I asked.

"This one is to be kept off the books, so to speak," he explained. "Are you familiar with the three hikers that're being held in Iran?" We nodded that we did. "I want you to go in and get them out."

"That's it?"

"Well, if you were discovered, it would be difficult to explain and make relations with that country even more problematic."

"Parker still could have told us," Simon explained to him. "Our little area of the CIA isn't exactly on any real books."

"I understand your point, but I want this to be kept between us until you get back."

"Understood, sir," I said, before Simon could say anything else.

He gave us a brief and sent us on our way. Jones asked about it, but we told him we couldn't say anything. Simon and I looked at each other as Jones looked away. Neither of us liked this at all, but we were stuck.

When we got to the facility, Parker called me into his office. I wondered just how much he knew about our mission to Iran. I got my answer right off the bat.

"I don't know what the president has ordered you to do, but I do know where you're going," he said as I stood before his desk, "and before you go, I want to show you something."

I nodded and he showed me a picture from a folder. I was shocked. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. He looked at me in a way I was used to; take care of business. I nodded and left the room.

"I don't like this, Seth," Simon said while we were flying to Iran.

"Neither do I, but what can we do about it?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

We looked at each other and sort of came to the same conclusion; we were stuck between a rock and a hard cock. Both of us let it go for the time being. I went over the plan in my head more than once, just to get things down.

We got our chutes on at the right time and checked each other out. The weapons and gear were put in their places and then Simon and I got ready. The door was dropped. The light turned green and we launched ourselves into yet another country. But this one was a little less hospitable towards Americans.

The hikers were being held just outside of Tehran; the country's capitol city. We'd landed about twenty miles [30 km] outside of the city and, after burning our chutes, we began our move. It took about five hours before we hit the outskirts. The problem was, we had to make our way to the other side of it to get to the hikers, and the sun was beginning to rise.

Simon and I decided to take a break, to rest for the day, before continuing. He found us an empty building to hold up in.

"What're we gonna do about the situation when we get back?" he asked.

"I don't know, but I certainly don't like being put in the middle like this," I answered as I tore into a meal. I handed some of it to him.

"Thanks," he said, taking it. "I know what you mean; it's like whatever we do, we're gonna get screwed, and not in a good way."

"Speaking of which," I began, "when we get back, you might look into getting with someone."

"Like you have Mr. Gower?" I nodded. "Do you really like getting fucked?"

"It's a part of what I do out here," I said, shrugging. "But with Tom, it's different. He makes me feel good, like he wants me there. I feel like I'm being appreciated by someone, just for being me, not just what I can do for them."

Simon nodded back and then finished his light meal. He turned over to get some sleep while I stood guard. I woke him up a few hours later for us to switch.

When the night fell, we ate another meal, and then headed out for the detention area they were holding the three hikers. We located it two hours later.

"Just how the fuck do we get in there?" Simon asked as both of us looked at the stronghold through binoculars. There were a multitude of guards securing the place.

"You up for getting fucked?" I asked, lowering the binos.

"What've you got in mind?" he asked back, looking at me with severe skepticism.

"Come on," I said, pushing away from the roof of the building we were lying on.

I got a poor boy's cloth that was hanging out to try outside a house. I told him to put it on, and put the knives on under it. Let them take him into the prison, where they'd love to have a little boy, and let them have their way. When they're done, cut their throats and let me in.

"That'll never work, Seth," he said.

"Yes, it will; it worked before," I told him.

"Then you do it."

"My blond hair will show too much. Come on, Simon, it's the only way we're going to get in there without sounding any alarms."

He looked at me skeptically again, but nodded. He stripped down and put the knives on his wrists under the flimsy garment. From there, he walked over to the guards at the gate. They took him just inside the gate and I watched them push him to the ground.

Simon's clothing was ripped from his body, but the sleeves stayed on his arm. One man shoved his cock inside him from behind and the other forced his mouth open. While they raped him, I looked up to see another guard on the top of the building look down at the action. He shouted something at them, and then got a response. Laughter followed from the three men as the two went back to what they were doing to Simon. As the one on the roof returned to walking, I lined up and after a quick pull of the trigger, downed him easily and silently.

Moments later, I heard one of the men fucking Simon cum. A second later, I heard a choking sound, followed by another one. A few moments later, Simon was opening the gate, waving me over. I grabbed his fatigues and weapon, and ran over to him.

"It's your turn next time," he said as I got there.

"What?" I asked. "You didn't enjoy that?"

"Fuck off."

"We ain't got time for that."

We dragged the two guards away from the gate, into a shadowed area. I grabbed the keys from one of them and we got to the door. He began trying the keys into the lock while I kept watch.

"Can't you find the right one?" I asked, getting a little impatient.

"I didn't exactly have any way of asking the fucker which one was the right one, you know."

On the next key, he was successful. We slipped inside the door without incident. We quietly made our way down the hallways, looking around every corner, and checking every room as we went. We were about to go around one corner, when I saw a guard walking sentry in front of a door. I pulled Simon back so we weren't spotted. I had him wait a second, while I rounded the corner and put a silent bullet in the guard's head from my 9mil. While Simon stood guard, I got the key and opened the door to the cell he was guarding.

Inside was an older man, obviously American, but I didn't recognize him. He was barely alive. I took out a canteen and gave him some water. It revived him enough for him to be aware of me.

"Who're you?" he asked.

"I was about to ask you that," I answered, smiling.

"Robert Levy," he said, gasping.

"The FBI agent," I commented and he nodded. "Yeah, I'd heard about you."

"Come on, Seth," Simon said from the door, "we're not here for him."

"Well, we're not leaving him here, Simon."

Simon looked at me and frowned a little. I turned back to Levy.

"Can you walk?" He nodded. "Okay, go out the door and turn left. Down the hall, you'll come to the outside door. Wait for us there; we'll be there in a few minutes."

"Great," he said with a little bit of sarcasm, "I'm being rescued by kids, now."

"Would you rather stay here?" I asked. He got up and got moving without any further comments.

Simon and I headed back down the same way we were going. A moment later, we heard a slight groan coming from a cell a block away. I found it just as another groan came from it. I looked inside to see one of the hikers we were looking for. I unlocked the door and we slipped inside.

He was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists in manacles. I had Simon go looking for the other two while I got this one down. He nodded and left. I lowered him down and led him out of the room. Simon had found the second hiker by this time and was leading him from the cell.

"Take them to the door we came in from; I'll find the third one," I said and he nodded.

The third hiker was tied to a rack naked. His back was littered with stripes from being whipped. He groaned in pain as I unstrapped him from the device and even more so as I forced him to stand and walk. It wasn't easy, mainly due to his size, but I got him out of the cell and then down the hall. Simon had the other two hikers and Levy waiting at the door for me. I looked to Levy and asked if he could take the guy. He nodded that he could, so I handed him off to him. I looked at Simon.

"Anything?"

"Not that I can see."

I edged out first and then headed across to the wall separating the prison from the outside city. A guard must have seen me because a spray of bullets erupted in front of me as I reached the gate. I spun away, bringing my 9mil up to him. I missed, but forced him to take cover. I knew several more men would be on their way soon, if not already.

"Let's go," I called to them.

The hikers ran first, followed by Levy and the third one, with Simon bringing up the rear. We got out the gate safely, but under a cover of bullets. Simon took the lead once we got across the street and into the buildings, leading us to our small hiding place. Each of us took in some water that we had, reenergizing us to continue.

I took the lead for us leaving the area. One of the hikers wanted a break, but I wouldn't have it.

"They're looking for us, and we don't have the time for a break. The faster we get the fuck out of Dodge, the better." Even Levy agreed.

We got out, into the road, moving northward. I saw a truck and smiled.

"Are you able to drive?" I asked Levy. He nodded.

I used the butt of my rifle to knock out the window on the driver's side while the three hikers were loaded into the back by Simon. As he was climbing into the back and Levy was coming around the side, gunfire erupted from down the street, followed by shouting.

"Hotwire the damn thing," I told Levy. He climbed into the driver's side and began doing just that as I fired back. The truck started and I jumped into the back. As the truck sped off, I saw that Simon wasn't there. I looked back to see him moving towards the men down the street and firing at them.

"We have to go back for him," one of the hikers said.

"No, we don't," I told him. The man looked up to me, but I turned away to Levy. "Go north, outside of the city."

"What about your friend?"

"He's on his own."

"That's cold-blooded," the hiker put back in.

"We have a job to do, asshole," I growled at him, "and that job is to get you three out of here. Simon knows his job, that's why he's not coming after us. He'll hold them off for as long as possible."

I looked at Levy as he drove. The look on his face was obvious; he didn't like this any more than I did, but there were priorities. We made it out of Tehran by the skin of our teeth, getting into more than one firefight. But, we made it out.

The trip north was uneventful, but I kept my eyes open for anything. When we got to the Caspian Sea, there was a boat waiting for us. All four of them were loaded onto it.

"You coming, kid?" the Naval officer asked. I shook my head, no.

"Got something to do. I'll make my own way out of here."

I turned back to the truck and tried it out to see if I could reach the pedals. I could do it, but only by the tip of my toes. Smiling, I stepped on the gas and headed back into the hornet's nest. I knew that was exactly what it was; a hornet's nest and we had certainly stirred it up.

I got back to the outskirts and ditched the truck. From there, I grabbed Simon's pack, my pack, and my weapon and headed out on foot. I figured that they'd probably take him back to the same prison, but beef up security significantly. After all, two preteen boys just broke in and escaped from there.

Carefully, I moved through the streets of the city, keeping to the shadows. The sun was coming up when I was about half way through. I needed a place to stay for the day. Without caring where I was going, I stepped into a backroom of a small house. As I did, I heard grunting sounds coming from the room.

When I looked through a crack in the door, I saw a young boy bent over the edge of what had to be the kitchen table. He was being drilled from behind by a dark-skinned man with a bushy mustache. The boy seemed to be wincing, but I got the feeling that it was from something other than pain. The man made a hard thrust into the boy, causing the boy to groan a little.

As I watched, my initial instincts were confirmed; the boy seemed to be enjoying what the man was doing to him. So, I figured I'd at least let them finish before engaging them. Once they were done, finally, I opened the door quickly and pointed my gun at them.

"Don't move," I warned. Of course, the looks on their faces, especially the man's, was priceless.

"What do you want?" he asked in broken English.

"I won't hurt you if you don't give me a reason to," I told him. "I just need a place to be for the day."

I motioned with my gun for the man to back up and he did, pulling his dick out of the boy. The boy stood up, lowering his garment back down. I had him stand and move over with the man.

"Your son?" I asked the man, nodding to the boy. He nodded back. I looked at the boy and had him sit down on the floor. I had the father walk over and sit in a chair. I tied the man to the chair and then the boy to another one. I moved the chair with the boy in it behind his father and then tied the two chairs together. Another rope went around their necks and gags over their mouths.

Once they were secure, I needed some sleep. I slept lightly over the next few hours, waking pretty well refreshed. The two were still where I had left them. I got some bread to eat from their box and finished it off with a little water.

"You hungry?" I asked the boy as I stood in front of him. He nodded, so I lowered his gag down to feed him. "Make a noise louder than a burp and your father will be burying a son." The boy nodded and took a piece of bread from me when I fed it to him.

"You like what your father was doing to you?" I asked him when he'd finished eating. He kind of shrugged and looked down, embarrassed. I smirked. "It's okay to enjoy what you like to do. Watch."

I untied their necks and walked around to stand in front of the father. I removed my clothes and let my hair out of the pony tail. The man's eyes bugged out of their sockets. I smirked.

"Never had an American boy, have you?" I asked, looking at him. He shook his head and continued drinking me in.

Once I was completely naked, I set the gun down on the floor and moved to the man's pants. He even raised his butt up as I pulled them down. His cock was already hard. I smirked again and then climbed up into his lap. Aiming him for my backside hole, I lowered my body downward, spearing myself on his cock.

Holding on to the back of the chair, I continued sliding him into me. Once I had him into me fully, I looked at his face; it had a slight smile on it.

"Oh, you like this, huh?"

He nodded his answer vaguely, but I saw it well enough. From there, I began fucking myself on his pole. His was thinner than Tom's, but longer, so more of him fit inside me. I liked the feeling of it, but it wasn't as satisfying as my American lover's. I rode his cock longer than I wanted to, considering the circumstances, but I wanted to finish him off.

When the man came, it was quiet. He almost hummed through it. Someone might believe he was just sighing through a nice dream or something. The only way I knew he was done was that I felt his seed shoot inside me. I stopped and looked him in the eye.

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"Yes, I did," he answered back.

I climbed off him and then got dressed. I waited around the house until it was dark. When the time came, I cut them loose.

"We will not say anything," he said as he rubbed his wrists after his release. "You have my word."

I nodded and slipped out into the night. It took me a lot longer to get back to the prison than the previous night. Men were all over the place looking for their missing prisoners. I finally made it to discover that to get into the place again; it was going to take a miracle.

Or two.

What we need is a distraction.

What we need is an army.

There was some truth in that. But, since it was just me and Simon here, with Simon slightly incapacitated, I was going to have to make due. I decided it was time to cause a little chaos for the Iranians.

There was a large gasoline station a few blocks away from the prison. I figured that if I blew that up, they'd have to call for some reinforcements. At least that was the general idea. I ran over to the station to find a few attendants inside. I got inside and took them out with two shots. I turned off the safety measures.

From there, it was back outside to light it up. The tanks underneath the station would be the best. So, I wired a little explosive to a timer and then dropped it into a tank. I only had a minute before it went off, so I hightailed it out of there. Sure enough, sixty seconds later, a large explosion rocked the city. Someone might have even suspected that a nuclear explosion had gone off; it was that loud.

Moving back towards the prison, I heard alarms going off and sirens everywhere. A few cars came from the direction of the prison. As I saw the first ones coming from there, I shot the front tires out of the first car, sending it swerving around uncontrollably. It flipped, ending up on its side. The three cars behind it slowed down and I got the driver right behind the head of the second car. Without a driver, it slammed into the first car, causing the passengers in both of them to get killed.

The third car stopped and tried to back up. The last car was too close and they collided. It was almost comical in effect. With a few well-placed shots, I took out all six of the people in those cars. With at least a dozen prison guards taken out, it was going to be a lot easier to reach Simon. Plus any other law enforcement or emergency persons were going to be busy for a while.

Several more explosions rocked the area as the fire spread to adjacent tanks or vehicles.

When I got to the prison, I saw only one guard at the gate I was looking at. A quick shot and he was downed. I circled around to look at the guard at the side gate. Smiling, I made quick work of him, too.

Prisons are easy to get into; a bitch to get out of, though.

No kidding.

It was time to skip the comedy and get in there. The doors to the prison Simon and I used the first time were actually open. I thought that it looked a little convenient, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. I made my way down the hall again, eliminating one guard along the way. One more block down, I heard screaming coming from a hallway.

I eased down the hall to find two Iranian men standing outside a room with AK's over their shoulders. The screams were coming from the room they were guarding. They had to be Simon's screams. This was going to have to be quick and timed perfectly to work. I took aim and waited. Simon screamed and I let the first bullet fly. Just as it struck the first target, I was aiming towards the second. He didn't have any more of a chance than the first one.

I got to the door and had to stand on a chair to look inside the room. There were four men inside with Simon. One man stood guard at the door, off to the side. I was thankful that I'd waited before killing these two, or that one would have heard something. But, he was intently watching what the others were doing to Simon.

Simon was spread out on a metal rack. His limbs were stretched to their limits, even his groin muscles, going out in wide angles. His skin was already significantly red, as if they'd put a fire under him. A man was on top of him, raping his ass for all he was worth.

A third man was standing beside the pair with a switch of sorts, nailing the bottom of Simon's feet, one at a time. The fourth man knelt down in front of Simon at the head, watching with fascination. The man taking Simon from behind did so with animalistic thrusts, holding on to him by his hair. He continued pounding him viciously. The third man let another swipe of the switch loose, down onto Simon's left foot, causing another scream to erupt.

"Child, if you do not answer my questions, then this will continue until there is nothing of you left," the man at Simon's head told him. Simon kept quiet as he continued being brutally fucked. "Just a few simple questions; that is all I want."

"Fuck you!" he screamed back at him as another lash hit his right foot.

"Very well," the man said with a sigh.

I thought about rushing into rescue him, but thought better of it. If I did, it would make too much noise. I decided to wait it out, hoping that Simon could out last their efforts. So, they continued abusing him. It lasted for over an hour. Finally, Simon passed out from the abuse and they decided to call it quits.

The guard inside the door opened it and I was ready. A quick shot to his forehead took care of him. As the other three were musing on the softness of Americans and laughing at their efforts, they weren't prepared to retaliate. I took two of them in quick succession. As I entered the room, I aimed my gun at the man that seemed to be headlining the torture and waited.

"If you kill me, you will never make it out of the city alive," he said, looking me straight in they eye.

"I'll take that chance," I told him.

I began to squeeze the trigger. Just as the gun was about to fire, something hit the back of my head; hard. The last thing I saw was the man smiling as I went down.

I was woken up by a splash of water to my face; more like a bucket. When I woke up, I felt myself being pulled harshly to my body's limits. My arms and legs were spread out as painfully as Simon's were in that room, but I was vertical. I looked up to see who it was that had woken me up.

"Oh, fuck," I commented, looking at the scarred face of Edward Ransom. And did it have a look of pure pleasure on it.

"What was it that I read once?" he mused to himself. "Oh, yeah, 'all good things come to those who wait'." Then he turned his full attentions to me. "And I've waited for this opportunity for a very long time, Seth."

"I'm sure you have, Bullshit," I growled back. "You'd better just get it over with right now, because I ain't telling you or your friends jack shit."

"You don't have to," he answered. "You and Simon just being here tells all of us all we need to know."

"Then why keep us alive?"

"Oh, you'll die, I guarantee you that. But, first, I'm going to have a hell of a lot of fun with you two."

Bull had a strap in his hand that was made of a thick type of leather. He swung it as hard as he could, connecting the tip with my face. My head snapped to the right, sending blood spraying against the wall. I screamed at the pain. When I felt around my mouth with my tongue, I noticed I was missing a tooth. Thankfully, it was one of the baby teeth.

He lined up again, nailing my side with that strap, and I grunted in pain, but didn't scream. Another strike landed on my hip, a fourth to my ribs, and a fifth to my nuts. I screeched out the loudest at that one. He moved back to my hip, my side, my leg, chest, and then my nuts again. All I could do was scream.

I knew better than to ask or beg him to stop. He was probably just waiting for me to do just that. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Not so quickly, anyway.

The strap made me give up some blood from my mouth again, but also from my nose that time. Bull continued abusing my body in several different places, from head to toe, never stopping any longer than a minute. I was barely conscious when he finally stopped.

"Don't look so pretty any more, Seth," Bull said, pulling my head up by my hair.

"Maybe not, but I least I wasn't born this way," I said to him and spit a mouth of blood and saliva his way.

That was a mistake. Bull pulled back and punched me in the face. I got several in the stomach, but he returned to my face to finish it off. He lashed the strap against my nuts one last time and then exited the room.

After that, all I could do was hang in my misery and pain. I must have had at least a few minutes' respite as I was being woken up again by another bucket of water in my face. I shook my head to clear the water and saw a man in front of me; the one in control of the interrogation room. Bull was leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I am Akmar," he said, introducing himself.

"Adam; what do you want?" I said, getting into my anti-asshole mode.

"We know that is not your name, so do not insult me again," he said, making it clear he was in charge.

"I'm worried."

"You believe that what you have endured is the worst I can do to you?" Akmar asked rhetorically. "I can get a lot worse, child."

I ignored him and looked away. He produced a cattle prod from behind his back and shoved the tip against my side. Pain shot through me at the speed of light. I screamed again. He held it there for longer than what I would have called enough, but finally removed it. I gasped in relief. But the break wasn't a long one and it was put to my stomach for the same duration.

"When I am done with you, child, you will believe that I am your mother," he said after removing the prod.

"I wish you were," I gasped. He looked at me in wonder until I smirked. "She's dead, fucker."

"And you will wish you were with her," he commented back, dispassionately.

"I already do," I said, "but it won't stop the fact that when both of us die, you won't be the one seeing her."

"You think you will kill me?"

"Everyone dies, asshole," I informed him.

"Yes, and I can make yours quick and painless," Akmar said, getting a bit more confidence back. "Or I can let this continue for months."

"Do your worst," I challenged.

"I intend to," and with that, all talking stopped.

The prod was applied to my right shoulder for a time; enough to cause me to scream. When it was pulled away, it went right to my nuts. I never shrieked so loud in my life. My throat was raw after he finally pulled it away. Akmar put the prod to several parts of me over the next several hours, but when it touched my family jewels, it hurt more than the others combined.

They say that the human body can only tolerate so much pain before it caves in and loses consciousness. That's a lie. Believe me; that's a total fabrication. Fainting happens when the blood pressure gets to high to be handled, but pain has no real bearing on it. Bank on it; I was awake through all of what they did to me, to some degree or other.

Bull took over a while later, reapplying the strap to me. When he was finished, there wasn't a part of me that didn't hurt. The two of them left and I swore I'd kill both of them, if it was the last thing I ever did.

Some time later, a man came into the room and let me down. I was so sore, that I curled up into a ball and just laid there. Finally, he picked me up and took me out of the room. From there, I was cleaned up and then led to the interrogation room. When they dragged me inside, I smelled something good; food being cooked.

"Hungry?" Akmar asked as I was forced to stand in front of him. I nodded. "Then eat."

He pushed a plate of shawarma to me. I looked at him suspiciously.

"There is nothing wrong with the meat, child," he said, smiling warmly.

"Why the kindness?" I hoarsely asked him.

"I do not enjoy torturing children, boy, but there are times that it must be done."

"You're all heart," I spat at him, with a significant amount of sarcasm attached. He looked at me, and pushed the plate to me again.

"Eat," he said simply.

"Where's Simon?"

Just then I heard a scream come from a room next to the one we were in. My question was answered. I looked back to Akmar and the food in front of me.

"I'd rather go back to the cell," I told him.

"You are stubbornly strong; I admire that. But there is no reason to suffer needlessly." I just looked at him blankly.

"Either return me to my cell or kill me, but I won't take anything while Simon's being tortured."

Instantly, a hand shoved me to the table and my head down to the plate of meat. As I looked at the meat, I saw a pen resting on the other side of the plate. An idea formed in my head.

"Eat it," Bull growled in my ear.

Before he could do anything, I kicked backward, nailing him in the nuts. My head was released, giving me time to turn and at least get one good hit on his face. That was all I got as one of the men pushed me down to the table, to get me back under control.

I was on my back, which gave me the opportunity to grab the pen and take the clip from it. I palmed it just as the man turned me back over to look at Akmar. Akmar just looked at me and sighed.

"Very well, if you wish to choose the more difficult path," he said and then took a bite of the shawarma for himself.

He nodded to the man holding me down. I was yanked up by the hair and then forced down to the ground, where he pushed himself down on top of me. I knew what was going to come next as my legs were forced apart. The man shoved his cock into me in one brutal thrust. Due to the weight of him, there was no way I could do anything but lie there and take it.

I heard some giggling from behind me that could have only come from Bull. I held on to the delicious thought of running him through with a knife while the man on top of me continued to rape me.

"Hurry up," another man said to my side some time during it. I turned and saw that the man was stroking his own cock, getting ready to take this one's place.

So, it's going to be one of those sessions.

When the first one was finished, the next one took his place. He was just as savage as he took me from behind. All I could do was lie there and take his cock as well. It was yet another time in my life that I was grateful for the time I'd spent at the facility getting fucked by the instructors. I was able to maintain control all the while during the assault. I held on to my mind's sanity while he brutally fucked me.

When he was finished, Akmar took his place. I smelled his greasy breath from the meal on my neck as he grabbed me from behind. His cock was fed to my entrails and I groaned at the girth of it; he seemed to be about the same size as Tom back home. But as it continued to invade me, I found out that he was longer. And I screamed as his manhood tore my insides to shreds.

"Now you are beginning to understand pain, young one," he said, seemingly proud of what he had been endowed with.

I closed my eyes and held them closed to the pain of it while I ignored his comment. I knew better than to beg for him to stop what he was doing, but I wasn't beneath screaming about it. God, it felt as if his pole was shoving my stomach into my throat. And he wasn't kind about doing it, either.

It seemed like forever before he finally came inside me. And when he did, I thought he'd deposited a gallon of his stuff there. Akmar pushed off me, leaving me to my own pain on the floor.

"Return him to the cell, let him think about it," Akmar said to the guard at the door.

"Yes sir," the guard replied and I was hauled to my feet.

When I was up, I saw blood where my crotch had been on the floor; I was bleeding from the rape I'd just endured. I wasn't surprised at it, just disgusted.

"I'm going to go look in on the other one," Bull commented and left the room.

I was led to the cell and thrown to the ground. The manacles that'd held my ankles while I was hanging were reapplied, but cuffs were used on my wrists and I was allowed to lie on the stone floor. As the man left, Bull walked inside.

"I wanna know something, Seth," he stated simply.

"You're still ugly and stupid," I answered back. I got a kick upside the head for that one. I was lying on my side at this time and I turned to look up at him.

"No, asswipe," he said, kneeling down to my face's level, "I want to know; why me?"

"What?"

"In Afghanistan; why me?"

"You really are stupid; aren't you?" This was going to be a lie, but I thought I could work on both his feelings and his stupidity. "I knew the fucking gun was empty; it was too light and Omar wasn't sure about me. He wasn't going to give a loaded gun to someone he didn't trust."

Bull kind of took a step back, seemingly in regret and shock.

"But, still…?"

"You were going to die there, asshole," I told him, knowing that Omar was probably going to kill him. "Neither Omar nor the others had any interest in you. James, Philip, Alex, Scott, and I were wanted, but they had no attraction to you. It was only a matter of time before they killed you." Bull hesitated again.

"You know, from the first day I met you, I never understood why they chose you for that program; I still don't. You're slow and brainless and how you've survived is a mystery that I'll never understand."

Bull got a stubborn look on his face.

"It was luck, no thanks to you. Someone found me walking in that wasteland and took me in. I met Akmar a month later and I've been here ever since."

"I was referring to you surviving since birth, stupid."

Raging, Bull punched me in the face again, several times. When he was done, consciousness was fleeting, but I was smiling. Angrily, he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to his face.

"Why are you smiling?!" Bull shouted at me. He seemed to be coming from miles away, but I heard him.

"Because no matter what you do to me, nothing will change the fact that you'll never change; you'll always be obtuse and dense."

He screamed in rage and I got another hit across the mouth. The second hit I never felt as consciousness left me.

When I woke up, I realized I'd been dreaming about my parents for the first time in forever. We were walking along a beach. My dad on my right and mom on the left. We were content. I woke back up to my own personal nightmare. I groaned as I felt around my body. Pain receptors seemed to be firing off in areas I didn't even know I had.

Through my swollen eyes, I looked around the room to see that I was alone. I felt for the clip from the pen and it was gone. For a split second, I panicked. I took a breath to calm down and then began looking for it. I found it a few minutes later on the ground next to my torso. It took some working, but I managed to pick the lock to the cuffs on my left wrist. I gasped in relief when it loosened. The right wrist was next, followed by my ankles.

I got up and stretched my sore body out, getting over the torture it'd gone through thus far. Even my insides hurt. After clearing my head, I moved to the door, knelt down into a crouched position, and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Someone was coming to give me something to eat. When the door was unlocked and opened, I sprang upward, tackling him to the floor.

As I had the element of surprise on my side, I was able to grab his knife from his side. I pulled it out of its sheath and shoved it hard upward into his gullet. He reached for it, but couldn't stop what was already done. I watched in satisfaction as he gurgled on his own blood, dying.

When he was dead, I yanked the knife out and wiped it off on his shirt. I took the man's AK-47 and, after putting his body in the cell I'd just vacated, began looking for Simon and a way out of this hellhole. Bull was just going to have to wait for another time.

A guard was stationed at the end of the hallway, but was around the corner, thankfully. I tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, I shoved the knife into his belly, right below the ribcage. It went upward, right into his heart. The surprised look on the man's face as he died was something I smiled about.

"Give my regards to Allah when you see him," I whispered as he collapsed to the ground.

I dragged him off the hallway as well and continued my search. From my previous experiences, I knew my way around the prison well enough to know where I was going. When I got to the interrogation room, I saw a guard standing outside its door. I frowned momentarily, wondering how I was going to get past this one.

I heard some sounds coming from the room behind the man and knew Simon was getting raped again. Just as I heard Bull say something from the room, I got an idea.

"Psst," I whispered to him. I strained my ears and I didn't hear him coming over. So, I repeated it. It was that one that worked.

When the man rounded the corner, he got my knife in his throat. I made sure he didn't make any noise when he went down. I had to keep this ultra-quiet. There was zero margin for error this time. If we didn't escape this time, we never would.

I dragged him out of the center of the hallway and then eased up to the door. As I stood in the door to view what the situation was like in the room, I got the full picture. A man with a fairly well-endowed cock was savagely plowing into Simon from behind. A fully nude Bull had him by the hair and was face-fucking him just as brutally.

"Oh, yeah," Bull was saying, "this is what I was missing." He continued laying into Simon's gullet and groaning all the while.

Quietly, I got down from the chair and went back to the man I'd just eliminated. I took his knife as well as the keys that locked up the room. Just as quietly, I moved back to the room's door and unlocked the door. The sounds of them fucking Simon covered the small noise of the lock being undone.

Taking a deep breath, I shoved the door open quickly and threw the knife at the man fucking Simon's asshole. I got him right in the neck also. He reached for the knife, but even he knew that it was too late; blood shot out of the jugular and he collapsed down on top of Simon.

Bull was so shocked, he didn't do anything, but I wasn't waiting. As the man was dying, I bum-rushed Bull, knocking him flat on his backside. I put the knife to his throat.

"Make a sound any louder than a whisper and I'll flay you open from throat to crotch," I growled quietly at him. "Got it?"

Bull nodded as I turned to Simon. Groaning in pain, Simon was inching his way out from under the man that had just died.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Better now," he said, looking at both of us.

"I told you that you were stupid," I said to Bull as I turned back to him. "You should have killed me when you had the chance."

"What're you going to do?" he asked, fairly anxiously.

"I'm leaving you to Simon," I said with a pleased look.

"Me?" Simon asked from behind me.

"He's all yours," I said, getting up from Bull. "Just don't take too long."

Simon moved towards him, and I handed him the knife. Bull moved away from Simon, now terrified, and backed up against the wall. I took the knife that was in the man's throat and watched.

The first thing Simon did was kick him as if his head were a football. Bull tried to block it, but the force Simon had used was significantly more than Bull could stop. The knife came down also and cut Bull's arm. Bull screamed.

I was a little worried at the sound, but I figured that they all thought that maybe it was one of us. As Simon continued cutting into Bull, no one came to the area, so I knew my assumption was right.

Simon never let up on him with the knife, cutting him several times, hitting and kicking as well. Finally, at one point, Bull had ended up lying on his stomach, trying to pull himself away from Simon. Simon grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back.

"Please, Simon…?"

"You're asking me for compassion?" Simon asked, incredulously. "Seth was right; you are stupid."

Bull made a move to swing at Simon, but all it did was force the knife into his arm. Simon pulled it out and put it to his throat.

"I should kill you, you know," Simon hissed at him, "but I think I like this better."

With that, Simon pulled him back over to lie on his back. The knife made a quick move down to Bull's privates and I smirked as I knew what was coming next. Sure enough, a swift flick of Simon's wrist and Bull's cock was lying on the floor. Bull shrieked at the pain of losing his boyhood.

"The next time we meet, Bullshit, you won't survive," Simon told him and turned away. He walked over to me with an amount of confidence that made me proud of him. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

"Agreed," I said with a smile.

We turned and walked towards the door. Seconds later, he heard a guttural growl behind us. Both Simon and I turned, bringing the knives around simultaneously, and burying them in Bull's belly. The look on Bull's face was another one of surprise as he collapsed back to the floor, bleeding out.

Simon and I looked at him and then to each other. Neither one of us enjoyed watching him die. No matter what'd happened between us, no matter how much we hated each other, Bull had been one of us at one time. Edward Ransom's death was tragic and both of us knew it.

We fought our way out of the prison, taking out as many of the guards as possible. Simon was excellently deadly with his aim. Every one of the men he aimed at fell with a single shot. Several times I saw blood flying out of a man's head. I was a little disappointed that Akmar had gone home for the day, but our revenge on him would have to wait for another day.

I was able to my hands on a jeep and we drove out of the city. I figured the best way out of the country was northwest, into either Armenia or Turkey. Neither option was wonderful, but they were better than anything to the east. The jeep got us two hundred miles [300 km] before it ran out of gasoline, but it was far enough that we could hoof it from there.

We bedded down in a quiet area of the wooded mountains in the region. Neither of us slept all that wonderful, but the small amount of rest we were able to get was enough to help. When we woke the next day, neither of us looked our best.

"Good morning, Elephant Man," Simon said as he looked at me for the first time.

"You too, Mr. Raccoon," I countered.

Simon was able to kill a small deer to feed us and then we got going again. It was another hundred miles [150 km] into Armenia, and all of it mountainous. We had to steal some clothes for the trip, but it was better than going through the area naked.

The five-day journey allowed both of us to heal up as we went. The whole time, neither of us talked about Bull, so the matter was never broached. When we got to the border, both of us looked significantly better. Slipping across the border wasn't all that difficult and once we were across, we made our way to Yerevan; their capitol, where I knew we had a diplomatic consulate.

"Now, the hard part," I commented when we saw the building.

"Only because it's been so easy so far," Simon returned. "How you wanna handle it?"

"Probably the best way is to just walk up and let the cameras see us. Hopefully, someone will be watching."

The guard wouldn't let us in, but I expected that. I told him to call Langley and get in touch with the CIA. Just mentioning those letters would send up some kind of flag to them. Sure enough, an hour later, the guard let us into the building.

We were treated very well by the people there. We were showered, thankfully, and then given something to eat. We also got some new clothes to wear, which made both of us feel better. We were given our own room to sleep and both of us did; very well. The next day, Parker called and we talked about a few things before he had us cleared to leave the country. They flew us home in a private jet that made us feel like we were kings. It was a great trip home. There was something on my mind I had to deal with immediately when we finally got there.

Parker was waiting for us at the airport when we got off the plane. He could tell I was not happy.

"Okay," he said, once we were in the car, "what's the problem?"

"Can you take us straight to The White House?" I asked him.

He nodded and told the driver to do it. Simon looked at me, but I shook him off. We arrived and were given almost an immediate audience with President Taylor.

"Welcome home, boys," he said with a smile, but I wasn't in the mood for any shit right about then.

"Don't you ever do that again, or you can find another person to do this," I snarled at him.

"Watch your tone, boy," he came back with, getting just as serious.

"Fuck my tone!" I almost shouted back. He took a slight step away from me, and I continued. "We will do anything you need us to do, but do not ever put us in that position again.

"You may be in charge of all this shit, but I have someone I have to answer to. And I will not hold anything else from him again. If you want us to continue doing our jobs, and quite expertly, I might add, then do not ever place us in that position."

"Or what?" he challenged.

"Or this country will be swearing in a new president."

He took it for the threat that it was. The look on his face told me so.

"Mr. President," I said, cooling down a little, "I am extremely loyal to you, the company, and this country. And I will give my life for any one of those three things. But, putting me and Simon in a position of having to choose between you or the company is unnecessary.

"That's where the line is drawn and it's not moving."

The president looked at me and then walked behind his desk to sit down. He 'templed' his fingers under his chin as he looked me over. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

"I could have you eliminated for speaking to me like that," he warned. I stayed still, not changing even the look on my face. "That doesn't bother you; does it?"

"I've almost died so many times that very little bothers me like that any more."

"Very well," he said after a few minutes, "I will not put you into that type of situation again. You have my word." I nodded, but he held up a finger to me. "However, if you ever speak to me this way again, you won't make it to the front door alive."

"Understood."

So, he'd drawn his own line in the sand; good to know. Simon, Parker and I exited the house for the facility. Parker's expression was unreadable. Usually, I took that as a bad sign, but this time I wasn't so sure. Simon was visibly impressed and couldn't stop looking at me in that manner the whole way back.

We were debriefed when we returned and Parker let me know what he thought about my reaction to the president once Simon had left the room. If I were his son, I doubt I could have made him prouder. I got a hug and a dismissal back to my apartment.

Tom wasn't there when I arrived, but that only allowed me to shower and get the travel-smell off me. I fell asleep on the bed while I was waiting for him. I guess I was tireder than I thought.

When I woke the next day, he was lying asleep next to me. I felt my hole behind me and figured I'd healed up enough from my rape to take him. So, I disappeared under the covers and began sucking his dick to wake it up. It woke up with very little encouragement.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" he asked from above me.

"Now, there's a dumb question if I've ever heard one," I countered.

He chuckled and then pulled me up to him. Smiling, he reached down and kissed me passionately on the lips; something we almost never did, but I enjoyed it at the time. I pulled away after what I felt like was an appropriate amount of time and looked at him in the eyes.

"What is it?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Nothing; just a complicated mission," I told him. "Go easy on me right now, though."

Tom nodded as we embraced again. We eased down to have me lying on his chest. I felt him reach down and tap my backside with the tip of his hard cock. I nodded ever so slightly. He took it for the enticement I intended it to be and moments later, I felt the familiar feeling of him spreading me open.

I gripped hard on his shoulders as my backside began to painfully widen, accepting his cock into me. He took a moment to wait and, at my nodding, he continued his trek into my inner being. I grunted out hard as he broke through fully.

"You okay?"

"Yeah; just been a while," I answered, nodding.

"We can stop, you know," he told me.

"Now you tell me."

He chuckled as I lowered my body down, spearing myself further onto his manhood. It was still painful, but I coped. Once I'd managed to fit all of him into me, I sat up off his chest, straddling him. Using only my legs, I began to ride his cock, slowly at first, but started picking up speed after a few cycles. Soon enough, I was bouncing off him wildly, accepting him fully and without any pain.

"UHHH," he cried out, releasing his seed into me seconds later. I stopped and took a moment to calm down.

"Wow," I gasped.

"I agree."

We hugged again, but a few minutes later, we got ready for the day. Both of us had things to do. Simon and I had some training to continue with, and Tom had errands to run.

Over the next several weeks, Simon and I continued our training, getting better day by day; which was scary. We were already exceptionally good.

At the end of April, Simon was shipped out on another mission; this one to Europe somewhere. He didn't come back for over two weeks. When he did, he was somehow different. I asked him about it, but he shrugged me off. I supposed that some things just can't be discussed, so I left him alone about it.

The day after Simon returned, Parker called me into his office.

"How'd you like to go scouting for the next class of recruits?" he asked once I sat down.

"Sounds like fun," I said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm sending you to Los Angeles. The other trainers are going to different areas of the country, but you're going to LA. Here is all you need. The instructions are inside."

It was a simple packet with instructions, the standard tests, and a laptop computer inside. I left the office, reading the instructions. I was to head out for LA that Friday and meet up with the head of an orphanage; a John Williams. I was also told what I could and could not tell him.

I worked on knowing the packet's contents the rest of the week while I continued with school and training. After school that Friday, I set out for California. I'd put the packet and laptop in a simple backpack. I was allowed to carry a gun on the plane, believe it or not, but kept it hidden. It would probably give some old lady a heart attack if she saw a ten-year-old with a nine-millimeter pistol.

I landed in Los Angeles in the late afternoon, by their time, and made my way to the hotel I was going to be staying at. I smiled as I collapsed onto the bed, thinking that this was a great place to be; no authority figures around, no mission, and no one to have to kill. The only thing missing was a large dick inside me to make the whole thing perfect. Too bad Tom was in Michigan getting a recruit of his own. I thought about trolling for a guy in town I could get with, but nixed that idea within seconds.

The next day, I headed out in a taxi with the tests and laptop in my backpack. I arrived at the orphanage, and after convincing Mr. Williams that I was who I said I was, he led me into the room where I'd be administering the same test I'd taken just a scant two years prior. The thought made me smile.

I got set up and waited until Williams led the boys into the room about five minutes later.

"Boys," he began, "this is Seth Addams. He's going to talk to you about taking a short test." Just as I had done, all ten of them groaned. And I just had to chuckle a little.

"I know how you feel, guys, but this won't be like any other test you've taken before."

They still weren't sold on the idea; not that I could blame them. I handed the test out to them as Williams left the room. I told them to begin and then I sat on the table and watched them closely. As I scanned them, two of them stuck out predominantly to me, very similar in appearance, answering the questions with a serious nature. The others didn't seem to care. One by one, they finished, leaving the last two that I'd been watching. Finally, they, too, handed their tests into me.

I fed in the answers into the computer from each of the entries and then called Parker.

"Have you seen what I just sent you?" I asked.

"I was about to. Why?"

"Because I like the looks of the last two entries."

"Two?"

"Yeah; brothers."

He took a moment to look at what I sent him while I waited. He made a few sounds over the phone and then came back to me.

"The problem with brothers comes when it is time to split them up."

"Understood, and I agree, but when they came in, they didn't sit next to each other. So, there may already be some degree of separation there."

"Alright," he said, apparently thinking for a moment. "Give me some time to think it over. I'll get back to you."

"Understood."

I clapped the cell phone closed and looked over the tests that the two boys had given me. The answers seemed in line with what I agreed with. But, Parker did have a legitimate concern with the two of them being brothers. My cell phone chirped as I finished going through the tests a second time.

"Go ahead and take both of them," he said, "Sam isn't having much luck where he is."

"Understood; thanks."

"Good luck."

I went to Williams and asked him to please have Ethan and Evan Gentry come back into the room. When they came in, I smiled and dismissed Williams back to his duties.

"Have a seat, guys," I told them, and they did.

Ethan seemed to be the more dominant one of the pair. With light brown hair, blue eyes, and full face, but a look of severity about him, he definitely looked the type. Evan was the more submissive, looking around, but not at anyone. He had more dark blond hair, but matched his brother in every other way.

"You guys are twins, right?" I asked.

"Fraternal," Ethan answered, taking the lead, and nodding.

"And you're nine…?" Again, Ethan nodded. "I've got an opportunity for the both of you, if you wish to take it. But before I tell you, you have to understand that what I'm about to say has to stay in this room. You can't tell anyone about it; even if you tell me no. Got it?"

Ethan nodded and I looked to Evan. He seemed to once again take his brother's lead and nod, but less emphatically.

"Okay," I said, getting off to a start, "I work for our government; the CIA, specifically. And what I'm offering you to do is the same thing."

"You're kidding? You mean spies?" Ethan asked.

"I'm not kidding," I said, pulling out my gun, "they don't give these things to just any ten year old kid." He seemed impressed and I put it away. "But the better word would be 'operative'.

"I can't go into all of it, but if you accept, you'd be doing this country a huge service in keeping it safe from its enemies. You'd also go places that you've never been, see things that you only read about in books, and do stuff that you can't even imagine."

"When do we leave?" Ethan asked and I had to smile at his enthusiasm.

"Tomorrow, if you want. But, I want you to think about it, because once you say 'yes', there's no turning back; no getting out of it, no matter what."

"Why would we?"

"Because the training will be tougher than you can imagine, but when you're done, you'll be ready for anything." He was about to speak again, but I stopped him. "And before you ask, no, I can't talk about it. All I can say is what I've said so far."

"Do you need both of us to come?" Ethan asked, looking at Evan a little contemptuously.

"No, but I would like both of you. This has to be an individual choice; one that you can't make for your brother."

"Well," he said, with a significant amount of confidence, "I'm there. I don't need to think about it."

"Why?"

"I hate it here. Anything has to be better than this place." With that said, he looked at his brother again, with the same amount of hatred, and then back to me. I kind of raised an eyebrow at that, curious about what's happened between them, but I let it go for the time. I'd figure it out soon enough.

"Well, trust me, there are places in the world that're worse, but that's another discussion. Your decision is yours to make as is Evan's."

As Jones had done with me, I gave Ethan a card with the number of the hotel on it. I wasn't sure about Evan, but I definitely had Ethan aboard. I supposed I'd find out in the morning. I took my things and left the orphanage.

That night, I suppressed the urge to go out again, and stayed in the hotel to watch the television. I was bored after a few minutes of that, so I headed downstairs to the pool for a swim. Since I neglected to bring any type of suit with me, I had to swim in the buff, which didn't bother me in the least.

"Having fun?" a man's voice asked when I came up for air once. I cleared the water and looked up at him. He was in his mid-twenties, brown hair and eyes, well-built, and was kneeling down, smiling at me.

"Actually, yes," I said, smiling back. "And I know you are."

"Well," he said, after laughing lightly, "you do have a nice body."

"Thank you. I like yours, too."

After telling me his name was Steve Booking, he sat down at the edge of the pool, with his feet hanging off the edge, into the water. We talked a little bit, and all the while, his eyes never left my body. He noticed the scars and asked about them. I told him they were mementos from an accident; not a total lie. Finally, I got out of the pool and began drying off.

"You hungry?" he asked, watching me rub my legs off of water.

"Nah," I said, smiling back.

"I was just asking so we could go somewhere and talk a little more."

I put the towel down and slipped my pants up my legs. I walked over to him and felt his hardness pressing against his swimming trunks.

"Or, we could go to your room and you could fuck my brains out with this thing."

He didn't need a second invitation. We disappeared from the swimming pool and up to the fourth floor where his room was. He was so nervous or excited that his hands were shaking as he was using the card to open the door. Once we were inside, he pulled his shirt off while I dropped my towel, pants, and shirt, in that order.

I walked over to his bed and sat down as he lowered his trunks. His cock was magnificent; a little longer than Tom's, but just as thick. I smiled up to him as he approached. When he got in front of me, I reached up and guided it to my lips for a quick lick from tip to base. He let out a slight moan and I continued. As my hand migrated to his ballsack, I opened my mouth, guiding him into my oral cavity. Another moan escaped his lips as the warmth of it engulfed him.

After getting him severely warmed up, I turned around and crawled up to lie face down on the bed, waiting for him. He was on top of me seconds later. He gnawed at my shoulder a little as his weight began to bear down on me. I eased my legs apart, allowing him entry into me.

"Oh, yeah," I cooed as I felt the tip of his uncut cock touch my rear entrance.

As he began feeding it to me, I had to wince at the fullness of it. I gripped the covers of the bed as more and more of him continued inside my body. I grunted just as the head popped inside fully. From there, it was sweet agony as he split me in half with his tool.

"You okay?" he asked as I hit the covers, trying to deal with the pain of him.

"Uh hm," I said, nodding. "You're just bigger than I'm used to."

"So, you've done this before?"

Now, there's a stupid fucking question.

"Once or twice," I said, quieting my little voice.

He chuckled a little and then continued into me. God, it hurt being split apart like he was doing, but it also felt so good. He stopped before I could feel his pubic hair and began withdrawing from me. But, with only the head still inside, he commenced feeding it to me again. This time, I knew he went in farther than the first time. My insides were screaming for it to stop, but it didn't.

Through the continual sawing motion, Steve finally managed to fit all nine inches [23 cm] of his manhood into me. On the last pass, when he was almost buried in me, he shoved the rest inside with a wicked thrust of his hips. I buried my face in the pillow and let out a loud groan at it.

His full body was now weighing down on my back and he moved his arms under my armpits, grabbing my chest with his elbows. His hands went under the pillow as he waited for me to get over the pain of his invasion.

"Better?" he asked after I'd relaxed a little.

"You gonna fuck me with that thing, or just lie there?" I teased.

"Anyone ever tell you you're a slut?"

"One or two people," I said, groaning, as he started pulling his cock from inside me. "Oh, Goddamn it!" I cried as he pushed it back in. I hummed at the agony of it as he built up a rhythm of fucking my boyhole.

"Oh, yeah, Tom, fuck me," I cried at one point. He stopped for the briefest of seconds, but then continued laying into me. His taking of me lasted for the longest fifteen minutes possible, until he came inside my receptacle. I groaned out in relief that it was over, but felt empty as his cock weakened.

"Who's Tom?" he asked once he was fully removed from my backside.

I tensed up, realizing what I'd said to him. I turned over and looked up into his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said, fully meaning it, too.

"I wasn't asking for an apology; I was just curious."

"Tom's my boyfriend; sort of."

"What's he like?"

"Oh, insanely jealous. The last guy that fucked me got his throat cut." The shocked look on his face was priceless. It was there until I began smirking at him.

"That wasn't funny." And I just had to let loose a laugh at his expense.

"Tom's alright. We have a sort of open relationship. He fucks me whenever he wants and I'm allowed to have anyone I want inside me as well. He just doesn't ask any questions."

Steve and I talked for a while, but I never gave up any information about my job. After about an hour's discussion, he was getting hard again. I had to smirk at it, and as sore as I was, I began licking it to get it harder. Once it was firm enough, he rolled me back over onto my stomach where he fed me his cock again.

As his cock split me open this time, I reached back and grabbed on to his neck. With that, I pulled him down onto me fully. Using all of the muscles God had bestowed upon him, he began pistoning his cock in and out of me again. Each time, he would grind his pelvis into my butt, making sure I took all of him into me.

"Oh, God, yeah, fuck me," I groaned out to him. "Harder."

And he did. Despite what my insides were screaming at me, I wanted more and more of him in me. For well over half an hour's stretch, he ground his cock into me before cumming for the second time. I shook from my own orgasm several minutes beforehand, but I didn't want him to stop. I didn't have to ask him to keep going, either, for some reason or other.

When we were done, I relaxed a few minutes to catch my breath, and eased off the bed. I was slipping my pants on when he asked me where I was going.

"I enjoyed what happened here, but I leave tomorrow. And I have got to get some sleep."

"You can stay here tonight," he proposed.

"No, I can't," I said, smiling.

I kissed him goodbye, grabbed the rest of my things, and then headed back to my room. That night, I slept exceptionally well; sore as fuck, but well.

The next day, I woke up, showered, and dressed. Just as I was about to leave the room, the phone rang. It was Ethan telling me that both of them were ready and waiting. I smirked, thinking that they had no clue what they were getting themselves into.

Neither did you.

Ain't that the truth.

Steve was there at the desk as I checked out. I nodded to him and got one in return as I left the hotel.

I had the taxi wait for me while I went inside the orphanage. Both Ethan and Evan Gentry were waiting for me with two bags. I smiled to myself, knowing that they'd never need what was inside those bags.

"Say goodbye, because in all likelihood, you'll never see it again," I told them.

"Good riddance," Ethan commented, looking hard at Evan, who cowered a little away from his brother.

With that, Ethan grabbed his bag and stalked out the door past me. I looked at Evan still standing there.

"It's your choice, Evan," I said, holding the door open.

"Will you come on, you pussy?" Ethan barked from outside.

Evan grabbed his bag and exited the building. I nodded to Williams and left the building as well. The whole ride to the airport, I was itching to know what was going on between these two, but I kept silent. I would find out the answer soon enough.

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