Shakey Psyche

The Operative

Chapters 28-36

I woke up with the parents of the house I was under leaving for work. I wasn't sure about their kid, but by this time, he was probably in school. I needed a good solid breakfast. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, I slipped out from under the house and went to the back door. Using the tip of the gun, I broke a small pane of glass in the door and fit my hand through to unlock it. No alarms went off, so I figured I was safe.

As I slipped into the kitchen, I waited a second or two. No sounds were heard, so I began making myself some breakfast. There was some cereal and milk; nothing complicated. I was just finishing up my second bowl, when I heard something from upstairs. Someone was indeed in the house. They got out of bed and moved towards the bathroom. I thought about fleeing the house, but it would have taken too long to get clear.

The person upstairs pissed into the toilet and then flushed it. I pulled my gun out and went to the set of stairs to wait for them. S/He began walking down a few minutes later. As the person hit the bottom of the stairs, I saw that it was the boy. Before he got into the kitchen properly, I moved behind him quickly and put my gun to his head.

"Don't make a sound," I said, threateningly.

"Who are you?" he asked, stopping solid and putting his hands up.

"My name's unimportant. Step back and turn around slowly." He complied.

I saw him fully, now. He was about my size and nice looking. Light brown hair crowned his head and brown eyes stared back at me. Some freckles spackled his cheekbones. He had some baby fat on his face, but it wasn't predominant. As cute as he was, I wasn't ready to really trust him, yet.

"Why aren't you in school?" I asked, thinking that it was odd he was here.

"I could ask you the same question," he answered back with a smirk.

"Don't get cute, man," I threatened.

"I was running a slight fever this morning, so my parents allowed me to stay home. Are you the one that's hunting or being hunted?"

"What do you know about that?"

"Just what my parents told me. We were told that someone was going to be chased in this town. That it was just to see if they could survive against the rest of the group."

"I'm being chased," I said, curious at to see what he would do about it.

"Sounds like fun," he said with a smile.

"Something along those lines," I said, lowering my gun a little. "What's your name?"

"Toby Reynolds," he said, lowering his hands and I continued lowering my gun. "Can you tell me your name now?"

"Adam," I said, not entirely sure I wanted to trust him yet.

He smiled back, pretty disarmingly, too. I put my gun away, back into its holster. He asked if I wanted to stay for a while, and I nodded. We talked about mundane things while he ate breakfast. When he was finished eating, he invited me upstairs and I accepted. As we climbed the stairs, I saw a few family portraits on the wall. In them were Toby and his parents, of course, but also a few pictures with them and a young girl.

"That your sister?" I asked when got to the top of the stairs.

"Yeah," he said, visibly saddened by the answer. "She was my twin."

"Was?" I instantly regretted my question.

"She was kidnapped a few years ago."

"I'm sorry, Toby," I said genuinely.

"Thanks," he said back. "We were eight when it happened. They never found her or the person that took her. She was my best friend and I miss her."

I felt horrible for him. I'd lost my parents, but I was really too young to remember them fully. Toby was old enough to remember his sister vividly and the ache was apparent in his face. I supposed that I was the more fortunate one of the two of us.

He led me into his bedroom and showed me around. It was the normal boy's bedroom. We sat down on the bed and talked more about mundane things. I noticed he had wrinkled his nose at something when we got close. I raised an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Well, no offense, but you kind of smell," he said, looking a little sheepish.

"That's what you get when you sleep under a house," I answered back, smiling. I was greatly relieved when he smiled back.

"You want a shower?"

"Sounds good," I answered.

We went to his bathroom and he left me alone to bathe. I stripped off my black uniform and then stepped into the shower. Not totally sure of things, I decided to take my gun with me. The warm water hit my body, and it felt great. After a few days of working and sleeping under a house, I'd built up a considerable amount of dirt. As I was showering, the door suddenly opened and I threw the curtain back, drawing my gun simultaneously on Toby.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, flying back into the door. He grabbed his chest, and began breathing hard.

"Don't to that, Toby. You scared me."

"Scared you?" He was still breathing hard as he asked. "You just took five years off my life."

"You're young; you'll recover," I said, smirking.

I saw him look down my body to my fairly enlarged cock. He didn't get a lascivious look on his face, exactly; it was more wonder than lust. Neither of us said anything, so I pulled the curtain closed and returned to my shower. I finished getting the dirt and grime off me and climbed out about a half an hour later. A towel was waiting for me on the toilet lid, but my clothes were missing.

"I put them in the washing machine," Toby explained as I walked into his room with only the towel around me. I put my gun on his desk and walked over to the bed. He was playing a game of solitaire with the cards and not looking up at me. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said, sitting down next to him.

"How come you got a bigger… thingy?" he asked, getting flushed in the face.

"They, the ones in charge of my training, want me to have a larger one. So, they've been giving me shots to make it bigger."

"Oh."

Toby went back to playing cards, but his dick got a little bit harder. I was assuming he was thinking about me. I gently laid a hand on his leg. He didn't move it away. Carefully, slowly, I moved it up his thigh to his hip. He kept his body right where it was. I then, just as cautiously, moved up his body to play with his small nipples through his pajama top. From there, I put my hand under his chin. Raising his head up, I forced him to look at me.

"You like other guys, don't you?"

He nervously nodded. I leaned forward and gently pecked him on the lips. As we parted, he looked at me with those brown eyes of his and kissed me back, all reservations were gone. I moved my hand to the buttons on his shirt and began undoing them, one at a time. Once that was opened, it was removed and discarded. All at once, I felt his hand at my own chest; it was electric. It was thrilling to have someone new touching me.

Continuing to explore each others' bodies, our hands didn't stop moving. Soon enough, his found their way to my towel and stopped. We parted from a kiss and looked at each other deeply.

"It's okay; go ahead," I told him. He nodded and pulled my towel apart.

As his soft hand touched my cock, it jumped at it. I took the opportunity to do the same thing for him. The covers were pulled down and I maneuvered my hands around to pull his bottoms down his legs. He assisted by lifting up his butt from the bed. He was shaking the entire time.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"No," he said bashfully.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Toby. We all have to start somewhere." He smiled in answer. "Slide down and let me show you something." He nodded and did as I directed.

Slowly, I lowered my head down and ever so gently kissed the head of his circumcised dick. He shivered. I smirked back at him and did it again, followed by a lick, eliciting another shudder from him. Without further invitation, I sucked his three inch [7½ cm] cock into my mouth. He moaned out in pleasure. I continued working on him until he began panting. It scared him and he pushed me away from his dick.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. Something was happening." He had a worried look on his face, but I smiled back.

"Yeah, I know. Trust me and let it happen."

"Okay," he said, but still had that worried look.

I went back to sucking on him as if I was never interrupted at all. He responded immediately and continued his journey along the road to his climax. He reached the end a few minutes of careful work later, with a loud groan and an arch of his young body. Tired, he collapsed back down onto the bed. I smiled up at him, content.

"How was that?"

"Wonderful, Adam. Thanks." He had a huge, shit-eating grin on his face.

We relaxed for a while and he recovered. His hand moved towards my own privates. Reverently, he began running his hand along the length of my chemically enhanced cock. It had already grown to its respectable, full, four-and-three-quarter's inch [12 cm] length. He did seem to be impressed with it. Carefully, I showed him how I liked to be stroked and he began taking over soon afterward.

With someone that inexperienced, it took some time before I finally had my own nice climax. He seemed disappointed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as he moved back away.

"You didn't like it?"

"Of course I did. Why?"

"Well, you didn't seem to react the same way I did."

"Oh," I said, catching on to what he was talking about. "Well, that's because this kind of thing is sort of second nature to me. Me and the other guys do this a lot back home."

He nodded that he understood. We were gazing into each others' eyes when we both got a huge jolt of shock as the phone rang. With both of us clutching our hands to our chests, we giggled at each others' reactions. He answered it. From what I could tell from my end of the conversation, it was his mother asking if he was okay. I didn't sense anything from him that he would tell her about me, so I didn't worry. I wasn't being naïve, on the contrary, I was being cautious, but nothing was out of place by his demeanor or talking to set off any alarms with me.

We had lunch and then headed back to his room for a quick game of chess. I actually won the damn thing; even I was impressed with that. I'd come a long way in learning that game since Lucius first taught me. For my victory, I taught him how to suck someone's cock, using mine as a training 'tool'. He did well, for his first time, and I did have my orgasm.

The next thing I was aware of, was Toby shaking me awake. I was tireder than I thought. He had my gun pointing right in my face. I looked up at him and cursed myself for being so lax.

"I wouldn't be so careless again, if I were you, Adam," he said, smiling and then handed my gun to me.

"Don't do that," I said, smirking, but I definitely got the point.

He was right. Even if he wasn't really in the scenario, it was a lesson I needed to learn. If I was on a real mission, something like that could cost me my life. It was the second time I'd have to learn something like that. First, Jonathan, and now Toby. I promised myself there wouldn't be a third time.

"Was there a reason why you woke me up?" I asked.

"Actually, yes; my parents are home from work," he answered.

"And…?"

"And, they want to meet you."

Wonderful; meeting the parents.

I slipped a pair of shorts and a shirt on and we headed downstairs. They were talking in the kitchen when Toby and I got downstairs. They were nice, but I still had to keep my head about me and not get too taken in with them. We talked about the whole thing about me being hunted by the others and how things have gone so far. They were slightly impressed with my abilities.

I spent the rest of the day with them simply talking about general things. I learned about Toby's twin sister, Tory, and how she was kidnapped. I filed the information away for the time being. I doubted if I could find out anything, but it was something to try once I got back home.

They invited me to stay for the night and, once again, I accepted. It would be nice to sleep in a normal bed for once, as opposed to a cage. We watched some television, but I hid myself from the open windows, in case my fellow classmates walked by and looked inside. When it was time for Toby to go to bed, I went with him. Once we were tucked in, and the lights out, both of us began sucking the other one off.

"Where're you headed?" Toby asked once we were done and I climbed out of the bed.

"Off to get the others. I know time is on my side, but I'd rather shove it in their faces that I beat them rather than just survived. Besides, the one they have leading them is kind of a bigmouth that needs taking down occasionally."

"Good luck, then," he said, smiling.

"Thanks," I said, checking my gun. It was still loaded.

"You coming back here, later?" he asked, seeming to be genuine.

"If I go anywhere, it'll be here," I told him with a confident smile.

I was leaving through the back when Mr. Reynolds stopped me. He handed me a key to the house, telling me that it would be easier than knocking out another window. Thanking him for his hospitality, I left. I scanned the area and, seeing no one, I left through the back gate.

Making my way back through the town, I thought about how I might lure the others out into the open. As I was close to the backside of the town, I saw Ben walking along on the street as if he didn't have a care in the world. I took aim and was about to pull the trigger, but waited.

Why would he be alone? James wouldn't have been that stupid.

When Ben got to the end of the street, he turned left. My opportunity to take him out was gone.

Maybe I was just being paranoid.

I waited where I was and looked around without giving away my position. I still didn't see anything out of place. I kept wondering if I really was getting paranoid. I was about to leave, when Ben came around the back corner, after making the block.

Son of a bitch! It is a trap.

Okay, if Ben's the bait, where are the others?

The street was still empty and all vantage points seemed just as vacant. I backed up and moved away from the area. I needed to know where they were. I decided to do something that was either very smart or very stupid; I unscrewed the silencer and let off a shot. Immediately, I ran for cover. Seconds later, under cover, I screwed it back on and waited. Ben came around the corner with only Scott in tow. Easy pickings. Two shots later, both of them were downed.

Now, I only had four of them to deal with, but something else to contemplate. They had either broken up into three teams of two, or those two were doing something different. Different meant that they weren't happy with the way James was running things. That could work in my favor even more.

I scrammed out of that locale and into the restaurant I'd been in before. I left the back door open on purpose and got into the front of the place. I was able to see out into the street, and kept an eye on things from there. A few minutes later, I saw two of them move down the street in front of me, but in a careful manner. It was Simon and Alex. That told me a lot.

They were actually paired up. Bull and James were on the other team. And they had no real clue as to where I really was. Smiling, I left them in their ignorance. Wanting them to think I was using this place as a base, I cluttered it up and then left the door wide open on the way out. With any amount of luck, they'd buy it. From the restaurant, I headed back to the Reynolds's house.

Toby was asleep when I walked in, so I simply stripped off my clothes and slipped into bed with him. I smiled as I snuggled up next to him. With a deep, cleansing sigh, I fell asleep.

Toby's parents allowed him to remain home for as long as I was there. So, the next day, we showered together, watched some television together, and sucked each other off. That afternoon, he asked me about my training. I was hesitant about answering, but I did give him some details. As he knew about the sex stuff and I was obviously learning how to work for the government, then some of the things I told him was common sense.

"Do they really, like…,"

"What?"

"Like have sex with you?"

"Yeah. It didn't happen to the others for almost a year, but now, it's like an every day occurrence. I was fucked for the first time last fall."

"What's it feel like?"

"It hurts the first few times, but, you get used to it after a while. Why?"

"Well… "

"Come on," I said, and led him back upstairs to his bedroom.

"Is it gonna hurt that much?" he asked, worriedly, on the way up the stairs.

"My cock isn't all that big, Toby. Trust me."

When we got there, I had him lay face-down on the bed. I went to the bathroom and returned with the jar of petroleum jelly. I could tell he was nervous. So, I took it as slow as I possibly could.

Easing his legs open, I swiped a bit of the jelly along his buttcrack, paying special attention to his doorway. Pressing gently with my forefinger, I managed to worm a bit of it inside him. He groaned, but otherwise allowed me to continue. It wasn't long before I was able to get past his barrier fully with the finger.

"You okay?" I asked once inside.

"Yeah, but it feels weird," he said, still facing away from me.

I pulled my finger out and, after applying a bit more jelly, fit my finger back into him. I asked him if that was better for him, and he nodded. I worked his sphincter back and forth until he was quite a bit more accepting. Following that, I used two fingers.

"Ow, Adam, it hurts," he groaned.

"I know, Toby, just hang on, it'll get better."

He nodded and gripped the sheets harder as I continued spreading his asshole wider with my fingers. They eventually made it all the way in and I did the same thing; saw them back and forth until he accepted them. After that, was the main event; my cock. I moved into position behind him and began pressing the head against his virgin hole.

"You're sure you want to do this, Toby," I said to him calmly.

"Yes. Do it."

I pressed in harder and more insistent. He squirmed a little and began to grip harder on the sheets the more I pressed. Just as the head of my cock penetrated through, he grunted out a sigh. Making sure I wasn't going to be repelled, I climbed up upon his back and lowered my frame down onto his.

"Hang on; this is going to be a little rough," I warned. With a push of my hips, my cock slid inside him all the way.

"Oh, Jesus!" he cried, squinting at the pain of the intrusion. I let him get used to that for a few minutes. "Did you have to do it so hard?"

"Trust me, compared to my first time, I was gentle," I said with a slight sneer.

"Remind me not to volunteer for your job, then," he answered.

"Being ten years old, you're too old to start, so don't worry about that," I told him.

"Well, that's a relief."

I snorted a laugh in his ear. Keeping in mind his feelings, I began fucking him properly. My damn-near-five-incher [12 cm] performed magnificently. It took almost no time at all before I shuddered through my climax and then collapsed down on his back. I twitched a few times, but otherwise remained still.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Well, do you want to do the same thing to me?"

"Will it hurt you?"

"I've had one inside me that was almost nine inches [23 cm] long and bigger around than three of our fingers. I think I can handle you."

"Oh. Right. Is bigger better? That's what the internet always says." he'd asked as I slipped out of him and rolled over to his side.

"They're all a pain in the ass, really," I came back with, smirking.

"Oh, that was horrible, Adam," he commented while we giggled.

I opened my legs for him and he moved back to sit between them. He had to jack his dick off a little to get it hard, but within a few minutes' time, he began pushing it inside my open hole. Being used to much bigger ones, it caused me absolutely no pain at all once he was inside.

"Now I know why people do this," he said after he got down to my ear.

"Feel good?"

"Wonderful."

Taking lessons from me, he began doing to me what I had just done to him. I laid there on the bed and let him do whatever he wanted. It felt good to me to give him some pleasure. Being unfamiliar to fucking someone, it took him some time before he finished.

"That really did feel good, Adam," he said while recovering. "Thanks."

"Turn about was fair play."

We finished up our fun a few minutes before his parents showed back up at the house. The four of us had dinner together and then some time in front of the tube. It almost felt like I had a small family of my own.

I slipped out into the night after the sun went down to go back to hunting my friends. I headed towards the restaurant and after carefully looking around the corner, saw what had to be Alex and Simon stationed right outside the door. Shaking my head at the obvious trap, I took aim.

I got Simon in the chest first. Alex spun around and drew out his gun, looking for me.

"Where are you, Seth?"

Yeah, like I'm going to answer up.

I pulled the trigger again, but missed as Alex ducked out of the way. Cursing my rotten luck, I turned away from the scene. I ran around another building, hoping to get Alex running away, but no such luck.

At least Simon's down. They're down to just three, now.

The next morning, I had hatched a plan in my mind to end this little field problem.

"You want to… what?" Toby asked me when I told him of my idea.

"Dress up in one of your sister's dresses. We can use one of your mom's wigs for some long hair."

"And you want me to walk you out there like I'm you."

"Exactly. We'll go out as the sun's coming down and go eastward. The sun will be at our backs, so they won't see our faces. They'll mistake you for me and hopefully shoot you and that will give me the time I need to get them."

"You want me to get shot?" His eyes were bugging out of their sockets.

"The bullets will only knock you out for a while; they won't kill you. I've shot all the others and they'll recover, too. The main thing is, that I've gotten eight of them. I need a trap of my own to get the last three.

"Please?" He didn't seem convinced. "Look, I know I'm asking a lot from you, mainly since we just met and all, but I really could use your help with this."

"Alright," he said, sighing. "We'll ask my parents when they get home."

I gave him a smile and a hug. In lieu of payment, he asked if he could fuck me again. I would have allowed that even if he hadn't agreed to do this for me. So, we fucked again that afternoon and then in the middle of the day, I got dressed in one of his sister's dresses.

It was a simple sundress with some folds around the bottom part. We pulled out some bobby-socks for my feet and then the shoes. They were a little small, but nothing I couldn't handle. We got a wig from his parents' bedroom and slipped it over my own hair. I didn't think I would need any make up, as the sun would be behind us, hiding my face from the others.

I got Toby into my uniform. He fit perfectly. The only difference between us was our hair. I had to wet his and put gel in it to pull it back. The rest of the afternoon was spent with him teaching me to walk like a girl. And I had to teach him to mimic my own gait. By the time his parents got home, we were officially switched and standing in the entryway of the home. I thought they'd never stop laughing.

"So much for love and support," I coyly commented to Toby. He giggled back.

I explained the idea to them. Just like Toby, they weren't totally sold on the idea right off the bat, but after some time discussing it, they reluctantly agreed. Of course, I had to assure them of Toby's complete safety.

"The worse thing that will happen is a bump on the head and/or a headache from the toxin produced by the bullet."

"Very well," Mr. Reynolds said finally.

"Good, because we need to get going; the sun's beginning to set."

Toby and I nodded to each other and then headed for the front door. Then a mistake hit me as he was reaching for the door.

"By the way," I said and he turned. "My name's Seth. They'll probably use it to get your attention."

"Seth?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I wasn't sure about you in the beginning. I never really got an opportunity to correct it."

"I understand," he said and came and gave me a hug. I hugged him back.

Toby turned back towards the door and checked to make sure the coast was clear before we stepped out. I put my arms behind my back, as if they were tied, but in reality, I was holding my spare gun in the folds of the sundress. As we got off the porch, I stepped in front of him. We turned towards Main Street.

"I hope this works, Seth," Toby whispered.

"So do I; these panties are beginning to ride into the unknown."

Toby giggled, but only briefly. He put the gun with the silencer to my back, and with his other hand, held me out in front of him by holding onto my shoulder next to my neck. The sun was directly behind us, causing our faces to be in the shadows.

"Stop right there, Seth," I heard Alex say from my right front. Toby stopped us. Then Alex turned towards the main part of town. "I got him, guys!!"

Bull and James came out from behind two separate buildings. Both of them were pointing guns right on us. I gauged the situation and as they were closing on us, I whispered to Toby.

"Now!"

He pulled the gun from the middle of my back and stepped out from behind me. Alex shot him right in the chest. As he did, I dropped down into a crouch and quickly pulled my own gun around. As he was closest, Alex was first to fall. With the sun being in their eyes, the reaction time was slower for the other two. I got Bull next, nailing him right in the shoulder. James shot, but being a poor one, missed. Two shots later, I got him in his chest.

Bull, only being 'wounded', spun around and tried to run away. He barged into the restaurant, filled with people, and I went after him. He shoved his way through, knocking a tray of food onto the floor. Trying to hit me, he spun around, but being a bad shot with his good arm, it went wide. I wasted no time and got him in the back when he turned back around to run. His unconscious body flew to the ground. It was over, and I'd won.

"Game, set, and match," I said, blowing off the tip of the spent gun.

I was allowed to wait around until Toby woke up the next day. His parents were a little worried, but Dr. Wells assured them once again that he was safe. When he woke up, he did indeed have a headache, but looked at me and smiled.

"How'd it go?"

"Well, it didn't go exactly according to plan, but I was able to get them. One of the guys and I had a shoot out in the restaurant and a plate of spaghetti met an untimely demise, but I did get him."

"Great!"

"And," I said, turning extremely serious, "I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you."

We hugged again. I stayed with them for the rest of that day with the four of us talking. They offered their home to me once I got out of training. I thanked them, but I also told them that I wasn't too sure that would be the best thing for any of us. I was a killer, after all. They'd accepted that. They were nice people, and I didn't want to put them in any unnecessary danger.

Toby and I slept together that night. Each of us had a turn at the others' ass before passing out. Of course, we had to keep our volume low as to not wake his parents, but we did enjoy ourselves quite a bit.

The next morning was Saturday, so I headed back to the facility. I spent the weekend getting ribbed by the others about wearing the sundress.

"Yeah, well, I'd be more embarrassed about losing, if I were you guys. Eleven against one and you lost; sad, very sad." That pretty much shut them up.

That whole next week, I was free from getting fucked by the trainers. They, on the other hand, were treated pretty harshly the whole time. I think it was because of losing to just me as it was usually delivered by their own personal trainers. Alex, Ben, and Remmie walked funny almost every day after having their lessons with Powers. All I could do was just continue to smirk every time I saw them.

At the beginning of that week, I looked up all that I could about Tory's kidnapping. There wasn't much. It wasn't much more than what the Reynolds already told me about it. She was taken when she was walking home from school. No ransom note, no demands; nothing. With a little bit more research, and common sense reasoning, I figured out that she was probably taken to get sold somewhere. Now, the only question was; where? As I could only get so much from the internet investigation, I headed up to Parker's office on Wednesday afternoon for more information.

"Why do you want that?"

"After what Toby and his family did for me last week, I want to see if I can help them. At least I want to try."

"Alright, but don't be getting your hopes up too high," he said and I nodded.

The next day, he got me all the information that the police had on the case, which wasn't too much more. The only thing that had been missing up to this point was something about a blue van in the area. I sighed in disappointment. After a few moments of thinking, I linked up to the DMV and got into their database. There were over two thousand blue vans that lived in the general area.

Splendiferous.

I did a few crosschecks with different databases, eliminating different possible suspects. It was slow going, and took up a lot of my free time, but I was determined to find something out. It took the rest of the month of searching before I found something.

A man had been arrested for jacking off in public. He owned a blue van and was caught in the vicinity of a school. It wasn't much, but it was better than anything else I could find. It was the last Friday night of the month when I asked Parker if Tom could take me over to the man's house.

"Look, Seth, I know this is important to you, but this is a real thin lead."

"I know, Parker, but this is more than any of the cops have gotten in over two years. And concerning that," I started with a determined look, "I'm not a cop. I can interrogate the man much more than the cops can. I can get answers they can't."

He looked dubious.

"At least let me try."

"Alright," he said, sighing. "What do you need?"

"Normal kids' clothes and a handgun with a silencer."

He nodded and I left the office. I got dressed in jeans and a simple pullover shirt, socks, and tennis shoes. I stuffed my gun behind my back in the waistband of my pants. A picture I downloaded off the net of Tory and a piece of paper with the man's address was stuffed into my front pocket. Tom met me in the motor pool that evening.

"You're sure you want to do this, Seth?"

"It's more than just that I owe Toby, Tom. If there's a chance we can get the girl back to her parents, then I should at least try. I know I'm probably going on a wild goose chase, but I can't just do nothing."

"Then you should," he said with a smile.

We headed into the nation's capitol. The man we were looking for was John Clark and he lived on Plymouth St. It took us about an hour to get there, during which Tom and I talked about everyday things happening around the facility. When we got to the designated street, there was a circle in the middle of the district. Tom parked the car in the circle and I got out.

"Good luck, Seth," he said as I climbed out.

"Thanks," I said and loaded my 9mil. The gun was replaced behind my back and I turned up the street. Clark's house was the one on the end, where it dead ended into Beach Street.

Taking a deep breath at the sidewalk, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Clark answered it, and I knew instantly I'd found my man. He looked me up and down in surprise and then yearning.

"Well, hello," he said with an alluring smile.

"Hello, sir," I said, trying to look a little worried. "I'm a little lost; I was wondering if you would help me."

"Why, yes," he answered back, looking like Christmas had come early for him. "Come on inside, young man."

I walked in as he stepped aside from the door. I turned around as the door was closed behind me.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"I'm looking for my house, but we just moved here and I don't know where it is. Can you help me?"

Clark's reaction couldn't have been any better. He looked like he wanted to jump me right then and there. He walked past me and had me follow him into the living room where he told me he was more than willing to help me.

Yeah, I'm sure you are.

He tried to get me to drink something, but I abstained. There was no telling what he put into the drink. We sat down on the couch, and as he tried to convince me he was trying to help, I moved away from him. As my back was turned, he made a lunge at me. I hit the floor, but turned over onto my back. Pulling out my gun, I put the tip right at his forehead.

"What the fuck's this?"

"It's a nine millimeter semiautomatic pistol, asshole," I said calmly. "And it's loaded."

He smiled and tried to call my bluff by coming up at me. I shot his left shoulder, but only grazed him. He screamed in pain and rolled off, clutching his bleeding shoulder with his right hand. I moved to stand, still pointing the gun at his head.

"Now that you know I'm not bluffing, I suggest that you don't try that again," I told him, with a sneer.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Your executioner if you try something like that again. My name is none of your business, but why I'm here is." I dug into my pocket and pulled out Tory's picture and then handed it to him. "Do you know her?"

I allowed him to sit up and lean against the sofa. He pulled the picture to him with his left hand while the other was still on his shoulder. His eyes looked at the picture and I thought I saw something there for a fleeting moment.

"No. Who is she?"

"One more lie and I shoot something more important," I warned him. "Try again."

"I don't know her."

I didn't bother threatening him again. I just simply lowered the gun and shot his left ankle. He screamed again and went to hold his wound. I aimed the gun back at his head.

"I go north from here, dipshit. Your knees are next. You can imagine what's after that." The look in his eyes told me he knew I was now serious. "Now, try again."

"Alright," he said, gasping. "I remember her. I got her when she was on her way home from school one day."

"Yeah, I know that," I said, irritated. "Tell me something I don't know, like what you did with her afterward."

"I can't tell you that; they'll kill me."

"What do you think I'll do if you don't tell me? Worry about me first, shit-for-brains."

He took a moment to concede that bit of wisdom, before telling me that he gave her to an organization that sells kids to foreigners. They'd sold her off to someone after that.

"Who?"

"I don't know." I took aim at his kneecaps. "I don't know!! I swear it!" He had a look on his face that meant he was serious.

I questioned him further about who he gave her to and how it all worked. A few threats of losing his knees had him leaking like a sieve with information. I flashed the front porch lights and a few minutes later, Tom showed up.

"I suggest you find a new line of work, Mr. Clark, or you might be seeing me again," I warned him. "And the next time, I won't be in such a good mood." Tom and I turned and left the house.

I told Parker what I'd learned. We discussed the best possible way of getting to them.

"Could we use like Alex or Remmie to infiltrate the organization?" I suggested.

"I don't know how we could," Parker admitted.

"Isn't there someone in prison that was arrested for something like this? We could use them…? Promise amnesty or something like that."

"Not a bad idea," Parker relented. "Give me a few days to come up with something."

I nodded and left his office. The others were in their cages when I got back, so I just climbed into mine for a good night's sleep. Although, that night, it wasn't a good one. I kept tossing and turning the whole time, thinking about Toby and Tory.

"Where'd you go last night, Seth?" Alex asked the next morning at breakfast.

"I had something I had to do," I told him as Bull was walking into the room from being released from the PR. He looked worse than ever. Red lines crossed his butt and legs. They looked like lines from a cane, but I couldn't be sure. Alex and I looked at each other and smirked. Jeff was still in the other PR, going through God-knows-what. And, knowing him, probably enjoying it, too.

It was Monday morning when Ben and I were summoned to Parker's office. When we walked in, there was a man standing there in a prison issue jumpsuit. He looked our naked bodies over like we were pieces of meat. Both of us looked back to Parker.

"Boys," Parker began, "this is Karl Mason." We nodded to him and then back to Parker. "He's here to assist us with the mission."

"What mission, Sir?" Ben asked, being respectful.

Parker looked at me in question.

"I haven't told anyone about anything yet. I figured that you would want to."

"Fair enough," he said, visibly impressed. "Ben, you're going to go with Mr. Mason here to pose as a kid being sold off into an organization that sells kids. We'll keep constant tabs on your location with a tracking device. When we're satisfied that you are where you need to be, we'll come and get you."

"Why are we doing this, Sir?"

"We're looking for someone, Ben," he said, looking at me.

"A girl that was kidnapped a few years ago, Ben," I said to him.

Parker laid out the plan to us. Mason was on board only to get a commuted sentence from prison, but at least he was willing to cooperate. Of course, if he double-crossed us, I'd put a bullet in his head before he even heard the shot.

It took all of the day before things were ready. Ben swallowed a small tracking device that would stay in the lining of his stomach once it got there. After some time, it would dissolve, but it would be good for almost three days. Mason wasn't going to wear a wire, but we had listening devices that would allow us to keep an ear on everything that was said.

That evening, after having his collar removed, Ben was trussed up into a hogtie and laid in the back of the car. A gag was in his mouth and a black bag was over his head. Mason, with Jones as a passenger, drove out of town towards New York City. Nelson, Parker, and I drove behind them with a tracker and the listening device.

A few hours later, we made it into the city. Mason drove around till he was on the far western side of the city where he pulled into the parking lot of a small warehouse. Our car pulled up short. Parker had the listening device while Nelson and I got out of the car. We put our earphones in our ears, weapons to the side, and then headed towards the warehouse. Carefully, we closed in to the building with Parker giving us pertinent information all along the way. By the time we got to the building, Mason, Jones, and Ben had made their way into the building. From what he could gather, there were five people inside, and two outside.

"Take the one on the right and I'll take the left," Nelson said and I nodded.

Both of us took aim and fired, dropping both men as if a switch had been flipped. We ran up to the building and he boosted me up onto a parapet canopy. I worked my way across the roof to a conduit leading inside. Quietly, I snuck into the main part of the warehouse to catch a conversation in process between Mason and one of the men.

"Redheads fetch more, Clayton," Mason was saying to him, "so, I want a bigger cut than this."

"You've been away for too long, Karl," this Clayton person answered back. "Things are much more risky than before. We've had to make allowances and cuts just to stay in business."

"Don't give me that shit; I know things are just as good now as before," Mason growled back.

Instantly, five guns were pointing at both Jones and Mason; both unarmed. I'd made it into position by this time and was awaiting the signal for the assault. But, this was an unexpected turn of events. We couldn't mount an assault with their guns already drawn. We needed them relaxed and overconfident; this was not relaxed and overconfident.

"Maybe I'll just cut my overhead," Clayton threatened. "Without you two, there'd be far less expenses to worry about."

"But without us," Jones intervened, "you'd have two less people out there looking for product."

They looked at each other for a few more seconds before Clayton lowered his gun and his henchmen mimicked him. Clayton seemed to be accepting this, but still wary of the proceedings.

"Take this, or nothing, Karl; your choice," Clayton finally told him.

Mason flipped through the envelope again and nodded again.

"We'll take it," Mason said. That was the signal.

The door to this main part banged open loudly with Parker and Nelson entering in a hurry. Both took out a henchman each. I had been taking aim on the man next to Clayton and took him down with one shot. My next one got Clayton as he pulled his gun back out, but it was only in the shoulder. His gun clattered to the floor, useless, now. Parker got the last one of them in the head. Once the area was secure, I swung down from the rafters and landed next to our party.

Parker interrogated Clayton for the information we needed about Tory. Jones went to the side room and pulled out two other kids; both of them were boys about my age that had been taken within the previous two days. I untied Ben from his hogtie; he was fine, a little shaken, but fine. I had Ben walk over to talk to the two liberated boys.

"I want some sort of deal if I tell you," Clayton was saying as I walked over towards him.

"This isn't a negotiation, asshole," I told him, "it's an interrogation. Tell us where she is, and maybe we'll let you live."

"Who the fuck are you people?"

"Why does everyone want to know that?" I asked Jones. He smirked back while the others chuckled. I turned back to Clayton. I pulled my gun back out and pointed it at him. "I was the one that shot your gun out of your hands, shithead. That means I'm very good with this thing. All you need to do is answer our questions and I won't continue using you for target practice."

He took me seriously and hesitantly answered our questions. He remembered Tory and told us she'd been sold to a German millionaire named Hans Friedman. Parker looked at me in a knowing way and turned towards the others. He and Jones led the others out of the building while I stayed behind with Clayton.

"You're going to kill me anyways; aren't you?" he asked and I nodded. "You're awfully young to be doing this kind of work."

"Yeah, but I'm good at it. And it's times like these that I really enjoy doing it." I sneered at him.

"I'll make you a deal," he began, but I cut him off.

"No deals. It's people like you that make people like us necessary."

Callously, I raised my gun and pulled the trigger twice; one shot to the heart and another to the head. A few minutes later, I joined the others outside. Jones was already calling a clean-up crew to take care of the bodies. Ben looked at me in a weird way as I approached the car.

"Is he dead?" he asked. I simply nodded. "Damn, Seth!" I cut him off immediately by grabbing him by the arm and marched him away from the others.

"What do you think you may have to do one day, Ben?" I growled at him. He looked a little stunned. "We're all being trained to do this. Why do you think we're being trained to use guns? Just for the fuck of it?"

Ben didn't answer, but he had a strange look on his face for the entire trip home.

Parker pulled me into his office when we got back to the facility. Now that Ben knew the full scoop, we discussed telling the others also.

"You're right; they will have to do it one day, too, just as you did Smith."

"So, why not tell them now? It might not be such a shock to them once it happens."

"Not a bad idea. Before, we wouldn't tell them, but you may be right." He took a few minutes before deciding on following my idea. He dismissed me once he told me to go ahead and inform them the next day.

I left his office for Tom's room upstairs. He wanted me to come see him when the mission was over. I knocked on his door and he welcomed me in with a stiff cock and a smile. I smiled back and walked inside. I was out of my clothes and in his arms in mere moments.

Turning us over, he had me on my back with a pillow behind my head. I glanced down and saw his cock begin its invasion of my boyhole once again. I groaned out in pleasure as my barrier was penetrated by his wonderfully thick cock. Ignoring what was happening down there, I looked back up into his eyes and saw myself being reflected back. Smiling, I pulled him down on top of me fully.

Gripping his neck with both hands, I held on as he fucked me like he wanted. Deep in passion, he reached for my neck and began biting. It hurt, but I was too far into our lovemaking to care. Several more cycles of his hips later, he came inside me, coating me with his stuff again. I hadn't cum, but I was beyond caring about that. He wasn't.

Overriding my objections, he made his way down my body, kissing every nook and cranny. When he made it to my boyhood, he vacuumed it into his mouth. The pleasures were extravagant. His tongue began to masterfully work my tool and before too long, I climaxed. Tom seemed pleased with the results of his efforts. I wasn't arguing any longer.

"I'm assuming things went well tonight?" he asked as we were lying down afterward. I was spooned up into his chest and he was playing with my nipples.

"We got the information we needed, but Ben found out that I've killed before. Parker wants me to inform the others about it tomorrow."

"That'll be a lovely conversation," he commented while smirking.

"Yeah, I can't hardly wait for it, myself," I shot back.

We fell asleep that night chuckling to ourselves. Our lovemaking did do one thing; helped me get a fairly good night's sleep, in spite of the conversation looming on the horizon the next day.

***

"You're serious?" James asked after informing them that morning.

"Very serious, James," I answered back.

"Christ!" Leon exclaimed.

"Well," I said, almost a little irritated, "what did you guys expect after what I told you downstairs?"

"That all we'd be doing is getting information and stuff," James answered.

"And part of that is true, but there may come a time that you'll have to kill someone," I told them matter-of-factly.

"How many times have you done it?" Ben asked. I wasn't surprised by the question; it was expected sooner or later.

"Several," I said simply. "Don't ask for an exact count, because I don't know."

"You've killed that many people that you don't know how many there are?"

"No," I said, getting more serious. "I just don't want to remember them. It's my job, and I do it; that simple. But if I remember a body count, I'll go nuts over it all. So, I try to put it all out of my mind and concentrate on what I'm doing."

"Do you remember the first one?" Another expected question, but this one came from Alex.

"Yes; Nathan Smith," I said, looking right at Bull. He turned about three shades whiter. I took a deep breath and explained the reasons why it was done and why I was the one that had to do it.

"Just like that?" Alex asked.

"Just like that. I didn't enjoy doing it; I just did it. And since then, I've protected a few people by killing others."

"You sound like this is something you'll be doing all the time," Jeff said.

"It will be," I told them. "And you will, too."

"Not me," Scott said emphatically.

"And if someone puts a gun to your head and tells you to do it?"

"It's that serious?" Philip asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I considered whether or not to tell them what happened down in South America.

"A kid that was in the group before us was killed just because he didn't report in regularly. What do you think will happen if you don't do something like this when you're told to do so?"

"How do you know about that kid?" Jeff asked, sensing the answer before I gave it.

"Because I was sent to kill him."

The rest of that week was severely subdued. I knew they were all coming to grips with the new realization of their positions. It had taken getting drilled by Tom for me to get over it, but even before killing Smith, I knew that I would have to do it sooner or later. They also reasoned out what I had done during the week I was gone.

By Friday's fight, they'd gotten past it. That week, as it was our one year anniversary, the fight was another melee. Scott, of all people, came out the winner. Remmie, Philip, and Ben made sure Jeff lost early.

The three that were to be slaves had to spend the weekend with Powers. They had a dinner party to serve that night with Lucius and then get fucked by all the trainers for the rest of the time. I smiled, remembering my dinner party.

"Have fun," I told Alex as he left with the others.

"Yeah, right," he said back, not all too enthusiastically, either.

Saturday morning, after he fucked me as well, Tom told me what happened, and what was still happening down there. It seems that Alex was served as the main course. Remmie and Ben had to tie him up in a hogtie and place him on a tray. Fruit garnished the tray around him and he had an apple in his mouth; held in place by a strap that was usually used with a ballgag. Tom said that he looked like a Thanksgiving Day turkey.

All three of them, though, spent the night tied up in some form or fashion getting fucked multiple times. I almost envied them. Almost. Although, I did spend that day getting cornholed by Tom more than once. So, it wasn't like I was missing out on anything.

The rest of June passed fairly uneventfully. I kept wondering why we weren't going to rescue Tory now that we knew where she was. I asked Parker more than once about it, but he kept telling me to be patient and wait. As I could do nothing else about it, I did. But, I didn't like it. Finally, my patience was rewarded. Parker summoned me to his office on the last Friday of June.

"We found Hans Friedman. He's living in Somalia right now. And Tory is with him; she was spotted a few days ago."

"He's not in Germany?"

"No. Apparently, he's doing humanitarian relief work there." I raised an eyebrow at the idea that someone fucking a preteen girl was doing humanitarian work. He agreed with my assessment of Friedman's character.

"We've taken a little more time than normal, but we had to be sure about things. I'm not going to launch an assault on someone without investigating fully." I nodded, seeing the logic behind that. Parker continued onward. "Now, Friedman is outside of our jurisdiction for courts, but…"

"But not for us," I finished for him.

"And I figured that you'd want to be in on this one," he said with a smirk. I wasn't too sure I wanted to seem overly enthusiastic about this, so I simply nodded. But, he knew I really wanted to do this. "Good. Mr. Jones is going to take you this evening to meet your team."

"My team?"

"Yes; your team. You're going to be going in with a SEAL team and I want you to watch how things are done. You're a good leader, but if you pay attention to how they do things, it'll make you an even better one."

"Will do," I told him, getting excited at working with a live team.

This is going to be fun.

"What do they know about me?" I asked, thinking that it would be kind of queer to have a preteen working with them.

"Just that you work for us. Answer none of their questions, though. They know all that they need to know."

"Understood," I said with a nod.

Jones showed up a few minutes later. I went through the normal routine of getting things I would need for the mission and shots from the doctor. I was dressed and ready to leave within an hour's time. He drove to an airbase about an hour away from the facility. We unloaded the jeep and I walked into the hangar with my gear.

Inside the hangar was a SEAL team, ready to go. All eight of them stopped what they were doing when Jones and I walked into the room. I almost laughed at their reaction. Once the immediate reaction was over, arguments began. They were concerned that I would compromise their team's safety. There was only one that wasn't arguing; a Commander Baker. All he did was sit there and look at me while Jones began rebuffing the others.

"The boy goes with you, and that's final," Jones finally stated.

Baker came over to me.

"You compromise us, kid, and I'll personally cut your throat," was all he said and walked away. The others were so shocked, all they could do was stand there. "Briefing, five minutes ago, people."

I followed him into the briefing room. The other SEALs trailed along behind me and Jones behind them. Jones told them what was going to happen; they were to get me into the area and I was to take out Friedman.

"You mean this kid's supposed to kill this 'Friedman'?" one sergeant asked, incredulously.

I'd had my fill of their attitude, so I pulled my throwing knife and threw it at him. It hit his chair right between his legs, embedding itself in the cushion. Everyone was stunned.

"Good aim," Baker said, obviously impressed.

"What the fuck you talking about?" I said, smirking. "I missed." I wish I could take credit for that one, but I borrowed it from a movie. However, the event did have the desired effect; they had a little more respect for me.

"So," Baker began, looking at Jones, "what did this guy do, anyways?"

"He used a bulldozer on a busload of nuns," I told him, to the chuckles of the other SEALs.

"Never mind what he did, Commander," Jones told him, trying to get control of his own mirth, "he's to be eliminated. That's all that matters."

"Yes, Sir," Baker answered back.

We went through some more info on the area and got set to leave out. As they were loading up the plane, Jones pulled me aside.

"Good luck, Seth," he said seriously. "I hope you find what you're looking for."

"I will; thanks," I said with a confident smile back.

I grabbed my stuff and boarded the plane. The SEALs pretty much milled about during the flight, not really concerning themselves with anything. Baker went over a few things on the map with one of them, while I did some reviewing of my own. Once I'd had the plan down pretty well, I paced a little. Baker took the opportunity to engage me in conversation.

"So, what's so special about you, that you have to do this?"

"Nothing, really," I answered back, trying to keep things as low key as possible.

"I don't believe that," he said, trying to keep things light.

"Look, Commander, the less you know about me, the better," I said, trying to bring things back to a serious nature.

"You can call me Gene."

"Adam."

I pulled out my 9mil to make sure it was loaded.

"You any good with that thing?"

"Better than throwing knives."

"I hope so."

And with that, Baker turned and left me alone.

I paced a while longer, but eventually noticed another man looking at me. He wasn't one of the SEALs; he was one of the airplane's crewmen. And he had that look of yearning about him; he wanted me in the worst way and his cock showed it, too. I smiled back at him, but knew it would only encourage him to be bolder. He didn't wait very long.

"Hi," he said, trying to be friendly. I nodded back to him. "What're you doing with these guys?"

"Well," I said, with some of the others listening in, "you see the guy I was just talking to?" The man turned towards Baker and then back and nodded. "He's kinda my boyfriend. And, I have to say, he can do more with his little finger than most men can do with their cocks." Many of the SEALs were chuckling, but trying not to chuckle. "Not only that, but he's extremely jealous and can kill you while eating breakfast without missing a bite."

The crewman looked at me and then to Baker and then back.

"So, take your pathetic excuse for a cock back into the bathroom and whack it off, because my ass is off limits to you."

Red-faced, the man walked away while the SEAL team burst out laughing. One of them gave me a 'thumbs up' after the crewman walked by him. I nodded back.

"Kid's got a mouth on him," the crewman said to Baker as he passed him.

"That's off limits, too, Mr. Vienna," I called out to him, accompanied by all-out laughter from the others.

The rest of the flight was quiet. About an hour out, I got my CAR-15 out of the box and loaded it. All four knives were in place on my legs and forearms. Ammunition was put into their places as well. Canteens, food rations, other gear was ready to go in the pack. At half an hour out, all of us got suited up in our parachutes. The packs were attached to the harnesses and then the weapons.

All of us got into place when we were about ten minutes away. I got one last swig of water from the airplane and moved in behind the others. The door lowered and we waited. Seconds ticked by. The light turned green and then we were out the door. Being last this time, I was able to keep everyone's descent in sight. It was no less exhilarating than the first time I did it, but I kept my enthusiasm to myself.

We were jumping into the eastern coast, but not into the ocean. They steered themselves towards the landing area, and I kept up without too much difficulty. At the appropriate height, we popped our chutes and glided to the ground. The chutes were wrapped up and sent out to sea to be recovered by support help. The group put the radios in place and then we turned northwestward.

Our objective was almost twenty miles [30 km] inland and we had very little time to get there. The team took off at a steady pace, but it was a bit fast for me. I kept up without complaining for over ten miles [15 km]. Then, I needed a break.

"Well, I'm impressed, Adam," Baker told me when we stopped. "I figured you'd stop after a few miles."

"Sorry to disappoint you," I retorted.

We sucked in some water and rested for a while. Then, we started off again, but at a slower gait. About just over a mile from our target, which was an extremely battered city, weapon's fire stopped us. It was a war zone we'd jumped into and we knew it, but now the reality hit us. All of them split up into smaller teams of two while I went with Baker.

"No one ever told me that they shoot back," I said, sliding up beside him. He turned and saw I had a smirk on my face.

"And these are real bullets, too."

"Good to know."

Being significantly more careful now, we worked our way through the fighting. AK-47 fire was all over the place. More than once we had to stop and duck. We fired back where applicable, but mainly kept to ourselves. Our small team made it through the area without too much trouble, but at one point, we slipped inside a room to avoid detection. A small band of six Arabs were making their way down the street.

"Damn," Baker said, checking out the window, "They're checking every door and room."

"They're going to find us, Sir," our partner, Lieutenant Sanders, stated.

All of us were ready to fight our way out, but I came up with an idea all of a sudden. I didn't bother explaining, I just began taking my clothes off.

"What the fuck are you doing, kid?" Sanders asked.

"How far away are they, Gene?" I asked.

"A few more doors down," he said with another glance.

By this time, I'd gotten my clothes off and was removing my collar from my neck. I stuffed everything I had into my backpack and threw it into a small closet to the side.

"Put all your stuff in there and then fuck me like I was your girlfriend," I told him.

"Do what??!"

"We don't have time to discuss it, Gene," I said sternly.

"This better work, kid," he said back.

Both men threw their weapons into the closet, but kept their knives just in case things went badly. I got on my hands and knees and Baker lined up behind me. Sanders was hesitant.

"Get in front, Sanders. Now. Both of you have to treat me like I was a piece of trash or this won't work."

He lined up in front of me and just as Baker began pushing his cock into me from behind, he fished out his own from his pants. Baker's cock was big, but no bigger than anything I was used to back home. I grunted out as I was penetrated by him and Sanders put his dick to my lips. I opened my mouth as quickly as possible before anyone got there. I needed to be getting fucked as we get discovered. Sanders made a lunge forward, shoving his cock down my throat.

Come on, man; rough.

Baker made a huge shove into me, causing me some pain and I squinted at it as if it hurt worse. Sanders grabbed my hair and began face-fucking me as hard as possible. Both men continued double-fucking me for a few more minutes and then the door opened. They stopped and turned towards the opened door.

All at once, the three men at the door saw the scene of a young boy getting fucked by two large men. They were stunned for a moment and then smiled. They looked at each other and closed the door, laughing between themselves. Both Sanders and Baker breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was quick thinking, Adam," Baker said, pulling his cock out of me.

"Yeah," I answered back, "but very unsatisfying."

"Maybe we can finish it later," Baker suggested.

I shrugged. We had a small chuckle amongst ourselves and then got dressed again. The Arabic posse continued onward and we went in the opposite direction. A few streets over, we ran into another problem. One of the small teams had been found and were in the streets about to be shot by five Arabs. Instantly, we lined up along side the walls and took aim.

"I'll take the one on the far right," Baker said.

"I got the far left," Sanders volunteered.

"I'll take the middle one," I put in.

"We can split the last two," Baker finished up.

We took aim with our rifles and just as the five looked to shoot our comrades, all three of us fired. The three Arabs dropped like stones. The other two looked around for us, but we didn't give them time. All three of us fired again; I got the one to the right of my previous target, along with Baker, and Sanders got the fifth one. Not waiting for reinforcement Arabs, we ran over to the group and pulled them out of the street. I kept watch while the two men grabbed our comrades. As we left, I grabbed the leftover weapons.

After some quick talking, we continued onward. Just as the sun was beginning to set again, we found our objective. There was a small house that Friedman lived in. An Arab man was standing at the doorway; a guard apparently. Over the radio, we were informed that the others were in position.

"Okay," Baker said into his radio, "let's give it until dark and then we'll go in."

Everyone signaled back that they got the message. As we waited at our spot, Baker turned to me.

"You're used to getting fucked, aren't you?" He asked.

"Daily," I said with a slight smirk. He looked like he was about to ask another question, but I stopped him. "I can't tell you any more than I already have. In fact, I shouldn't have told you that little piece of information. So, please don't ask."

"Does it bother you?" Sanders asked.

"It used to," I said with a shrug. "But, I've gotten used to it. I've been told that the human body can get used to just about anything and I believe it."

We sat waiting for another hour or so for the sun to set fully. I came up with an idea how we can get past the guard without shooting and suggested it to Baker. He liked it. So, when it was time, I stripped off my clothes again and gave them my things. When everything was ready, I stepped out of the alleyway and onto the street in front of the house.

I staggered around like I'd been hurt. I knew I'd caught the man's eye, but also knew I had to keep hamming it up a little longer. A few feet away from him, I sank down to my hands and knees. The Arab came over and asked me something in Arabic; I nodded, thinking that he was asking if I was okay.

Before I could think, he grabbed me around my waist and took me beside the house. I felt his hand at my neck as I was pushed to the ground. The sounds of cloth being moved around behind me filtered down to my ears. Suddenly, his weight began crushing me and his cock touched my backdoor. I struggled even more so, making it look good, but he hit me across the back of my head a few times. Once he was lined up again, he shoved his cock inside.

"AAaagh," I cried into the dirt. He quickly moved a hand to cover my mouth.

The Arab began fucking me with all his strength as he tried to keep me as quiet as possible. After a few times, he stopped. A second later, warm liquid sprayed my back and neck. I turned over to look up. Red covered his throat and he dropped to the ground beside me.

"You could have waited till he was finished and gotten off me," I chided Baker as he replaced his knife in his belt.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you enjoy getting fucked by strange men," he commented back.

"Spend a year having it done to you, and you too may enjoy it."

Sanders handed me my things and I slipped my uniform on as fast as I could. I double-checked my pistol and we got into position to go inside the house. Our team and one other one took the front door, with two coming in the back way. The other teams were staying outside just in case they were needed.

Baker looked at me and I nodded. He ran to the door and kicked it open. All five of us rushed the small structure, meeting in the middle. Someone came from the back room with a gun; Friedman. Five guns turned back towards him. He dropped his gun to the floor.

"What do you want?" Friedman asked with a German accent.

Baker turned to me. Casually, I walked over to him and handed Tory's picture to him. Friedman was stunned to see me, but looked at the picture.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"I do not know," he said.

I shot his foot. Collapsing to the ground, he screamed, but only for a second, as I covered his mouth with my hand. Looking up, I motioned for Sanders to come over to us. His hand took the place of mine as I stood back up.

"Lie to me again, and I'll make your death a long and painful one," I said, taking aim at his crotch.

"I am not lying," he said through Sanders's hand.

"If you didn't know her, you would have asked who she was when I handed the picture to you. You know who she is and where she is. Now, talk to me."

"I know her, but I don't know where she is," he said, groaning.

"Explain!"

"I lost her a few days ago to an Arab named Amad al-Aziz," he gasped out.

"Lost her?"

"In a game of cards."

What a fine, upstanding citizen. I couldn't argue with that bit of sarcasm.

"Where can we find this 'al-Aziz'?"

"He lives in Mogadishu."

"Specifically, Friedman," I said, getting a little irritated.

"In a house on the outside of town; I can show you where," he said, getting alarmed when I pointed the gun at his nuts again.

I nodded to Sanders and he let Friedman up. The German showed us where the house was on a map. Under threat of losing his legs, he swore that he was telling the truth; I believed him. Baker had the other team leave the house. I pointed the gun at Friedman's face.

"You said you wouldn't kill me if I told you where she was," he said, backing away from me.

"No, I said that your death would be long and painful," I reminded him and pulled the trigger. His head shot back in reaction to a bullet going through it and his body dropped to the ground. I bent down and retrieved Tory's picture from the floor.

"Let's go," I said to Baker as I turned from the dead man, replacing my handgun in its holster. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back to stop me from leaving.

"Now, wait a minute, here," he said and I turned to look at him. "We were supposed to come here and take care of him. Nothing was said about finding some girl."

"Finding the girl was our mission. Taking Friedman out was secondary."

"Who is she?"

"Just a girl," I said and turned to leave. He stopped me again. Irritated, I pulled my gun out and shoved it in his face. Sanders pulled his on me.

"Pull that trigger and you won't survive," Baker said.

"Neither will you," I said, informing him of the obvious.

It seemed like it was a stand-off. Neither one was budging. Finally, tired of the stalemate, I lowered my gun and replaced it. Still not answering his question, I left the house. Leaving the house, I headed off to another team's position to wait on Baker and whatever else he was to tell them.

A few minutes later, he came out, a little shaken, and assembled the troops. We headed out for Mogadishu. An hour out of the town we were just in, we stopped for the night. I got some food in me and leaned back against a rock for some rest. Baker walked over and sat down beside me.

"What do you want?" I asked, visibly irritated.

"You want to tell me who she is, and why we're risking our necks for her?"

"What does it matter, Baker?" I rhetorically asked, turning towards him. "If she was your daughter or sister, wouldn't you do everything in your power to get her back if she was kidnapped?"

"I suppose so," he said, relenting.

"I may be trained to kill on command, but there's at least some part of me that's still human." I turned away from him and got comfortable.

"So, this isn't for her, but for you."

"Again; does it matter?"

The next morning, I woke to the sun blaring in my face. It was like being blinded by a spotlight. Baker assembled us and we got moving again. It took the better part of the day before we made it into Mogadishu. I looked at the map again and the house that Friedman had marked.

Baker thought it would be best if we waited until the cover of darkness before going into the city. Everyone agreed with that assessment, so we waited. I was still a little 'hot under the collar' at Baker and didn't bother talking to any of the others for the duration of the wait. Once the sun set, though, it was back to business.

"Ready?" Baker asked as I got my gear back on.

"Ready, Commander," I answered back.

He seemed to want to say something else, but stopped short. Whatever it was, was lost; we had a job to do first. He took the point and moved everyone back out in their previous teams. Baker, Sanders, and I moved through the city streets, pretty much keeping to the shadows. Another team found the house first and radioed their position to the rest of us.

When we got there, I saw the house. It was a nice, two-story place; befitting someone with status. This man must have some sort of money, even in this impoverished country. But the problem was, we weren't expecting something like this.

"How're we going to handle this?" I asked Baker.

"As quietly as possible," he answered.

"As opposed to the last home invasion," I reminded him.

"Yeah, something along those lines."

"Can we take a team into the second floor from this side?" I asked, looking over the street.

"We would need to take out the two guards first," he stated, motioning to the two walking around the house.

Baker radioed to two other teams and they took the two Arabs down without much difficulty and even less sound. From there, they took up their posts at the doors. Baker hoisted me up to the second floor of the building we were using as a shield. As he and Sanders climbed up, I pulled out the rope gun and fired across to the house. After it was secured to the house, I tied off my end.

"That strong enough to hold us?" Sanders asked.

"No; they only make this to hold people weighing less than a hundred pounds [45 kg]," I told him, rolling my eyes. "You should have brought your own from home." Baker chuckled at Sanders's indignity.

I clicked on the pulley and, after trying it, I pushed off from the building. It was on a slight decline, so making to the other side wasn't a big issue. I landed quietly and pulled my handgun out. Baker crossed over next, taking a position on the opposite side of the small doorway from me. After Sanders made it across, Baker and I looked at each other. With a simple nod, we eased inside the room. It happened to be the bedroom.

As we made our way inside, we heard two distinct things. First, there was the slight noise of the other teams getting inside from downstairs. The second was the sound of two people fucking; only it sounded as if just one of them was enjoying it. Low masculine sounds of anger were coming from the individual on top driving as hard as possible into the one on the bottom.

I waited as Baker eased over to the two engaged bodies on the bed. The one on top was obviously al-Aziz, but the other was disguised by the night. I couldn't make out who the other one was. Baker signed to me that he was going to the Arab. I nodded that I agreed. Both Sanders and I waited at the far side of the room, covering him. I watched as Baker put his gun to the back of al-Aziz's head. All fucking stopped right then.

"Do not make a sound," Baker threatened. Al-Aziz nodded. Baker looked down at the person under the Arab and then back up to him. "Get off of her right now."

The two men moved as one unit as they moved away from the figure that was lying face down on the sheets. Baker nodded to me and I moved over to the smallish figure and sat down next to her. As I touched her shoulder, she scrambled up to get away from me.

"It's okay," I said, consolingly, "I'm not going to hurt you."

She turned and I saw that it could only be the girl we'd been looking for; Tory. But she looked worked over. Her eyes were bloodshot, cuts, scratches and bruises covered her face, and she was bleeding from an ear. Her body also looked abused, with the same signs all over. I was instantly angry.

"Did 'he' do this to you?" I asked her, looking at her dead in the eye. She nervously looked in his direction and then back to me. "It's okay, Tory; he won't hurt you again. You can trust me on that. Did he?"

She did another double-take and then nodded. I pulled my knife out and slid off the bed, turning towards the captive Arab. Without even hesitating for a second, I walked over, grabbed his cock and balls, and then slipped the knife under them. One quick jerk upwards and his junk was separated from his body. He screamed from under Baker's hand, but as blood shot, oozed, and ran out of the wound, the man began to loose consciousness. Moments later, he died as he hit the floor. I watched callously in front of him the whole time.

"Remind me not to get you angry again, kid," Sanders said.

"I'll do that," I commented, smirking back to him.

I pulled some spare clothes out of my pack and went back over to Tory, who hadn't moved an inch. I helped her get dressed as the others made plans to leave the area. We summoned the boat for extraction as we left the house. I assisted Tory to the boat as she was weak from her ordeal.

The boat ride was uneventful as I held on to Tory the whole way. She didn't move from me. I kind of felt like I was in Tom's place when I needed him. She needed me the same way. From her reaction, I knew I was right to do this.

From all the ones I'd killed so far, this made up for it. At least a little.

The boat met up with a carrier after a two hour ride. Tory was checked out by the doctor on board. He told me she would be fine; physically at least. It would take years for her to completely recover, if she ever did. I stayed with her until we were ready to head back to The States. It was another hour before we left, but eventually, we boarded the plane.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Baker asked once we were on our way.

I looked at Tory and she was asleep, so I nodded. We walked to a secluded part of the aircraft where he turned to talk to me.

"Now, will you please tell me what this was all about?" he asked with an insistent look.

"Why do you absolutely need to know?"

"Because we just risked our lives for one little girl and I need to know if it was worth it."

That pissed me off for some reason.

"You risk your life every day to protect our country; people you don't even know or will never even meet. Why are you so fucking concerned about risking your life for a little girl you have met?

"You saw what that asshole was doing to her and you probably know, just as I do, that Friedman was doing the same thing. What we just did was help one of our own out of a horrible situation. If you have a problem with that, then find another line of work. Because this is what we do; we risk our lives for strangers."

I turned to leave when I felt a huge weight crash into me from behind. Instinctively, I yanked my knife out of the sheath on my right leg, but Baker stopped my hand from going any further. I felt his stubble-faced cheek next to my right ear as his body pressed down on my back.

"I don't need some preteen little snot telling me what my job is," he seethed into my ear.

"Get off, asshole," I growled back.

"I'm about to, little cock-tease," he answered back with some amount of relish.

Even at nine years old, I was good at disarming my opponents, but I was no match for a well trained SEAL operative. My fatigue bottoms were yanked down to my ankles and he maneuvered his pants around to position himself properly. I tried struggling to get out from under him, but he had both the advantageous position and muscle to keep me where I was.

"I've wanted to finish what you started in that room," he fumed.

"I only did that to save our lives, you idiot."

"Idiot? Here's 'idiot' for you," and with that, he shoved hard into my insides.

I hissed in pain as his cock invaded my backside hole. Tom's cock was larger, but he was not being anywhere near gentle. Helpless to stop it, I just laid on the metal floor and took it. Baker gave my body everything he had. His cock hammered into me longer than I thought he would. When it was over, he collapsed down on my back.

"Fine piece of ass, kid," he said, obviously full of himself.

"Go fuck yourself, Baker," I retorted.

He forewent the retort and just simply pushed off me to stand back up. With a simple buttoning of his fly, he walked away. With a plane full of men at his command, I knew it would be stupid of me to challenge him right there, so all I could do was pull my own pants up and go on as if nothing happened. I was used to this type of thing anyway, I just didn't like it. I couldn't imagine anyone liking it. Except Jeff, but that was another story all together.

When I walked back into the room, Baker was talking with one of his teammates. As neither of them looked my way, I figured it was about something other than what had just happened. I resumed my seat next to Tory and tried to think of something other than Baker.

We landed back in Virginia and I led Tory off the plane. Parker was waiting for us as we walked into the hangar. He could tell from the look I gave him that something was a little off. I shook my head at him, silently telling him not to ask the question that he was burning to ask. It could wait till we got back to the facility. Tory needed to be taken care of first.

As I left the team, I glanced back at Baker. He and Sanders were talking and he didn't turn around. So, I didn't bother with anything. Parker, Tory and I climbed into the car and headed back to the facility without any incident or conversation.

"He was right, Seth," Parker was telling me after we got into his office. Dr. Wells was taking care of Tory in her office and I was going through debriefing with Parker. "You shouldn't have lectured him; it wasn't your place to do so."

"I wasn't lecturing, Parker; I was trying to make a point. I was trying to show him that both of us do our jobs for people that we never know or will never know. Tory's situation was not much different than anything else either of us actually does. And, in my opinion, he didn't need to know anything more than he already knew.

"Besides, didn't you tell me to keep things from him that he didn't need to know?" I asked, reminding him of his orders to me.

"Yes, Seth, and you did," he said, sighing. "However, it wouldn't have been much different than allowing him to know about your training here."

"I disagree, Sir," I said with a furled eyebrow. "If it was something concerning me I would agree, but Tory's a different story. She didn't have the choice. If I told him who she is, it would be like I was violating her. Who Tory is, is none of his business."

Parker sat there looking at me for a few seconds, seemingly mulling over what I'd said. Finally, he nodded and dismissed me for the evening. I asked if I could stay with Tom that night and he nodded again. I thanked him and left for the door.

"Seth?" he asked after I opened the door. I turned back to him. "Good job." I nodded with a small smile and got one in return.

I quickly made my way to Tom's room and he let me inside after a few knocks on the door. I stripped off my clothes and then moved into his loving embrace. We kissed like the passionate lovers we were. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back, opening my neck up for his mouth. My skin broke out in tingles as he sucked on the skin covering my windpipe. His mouth made its way downward until it nestled right over my left nipple.

"That feels good," I cooed.

He swung me around to lie back on the bed, but his molestations never ceased. Each nipple was suckled as if he were trying to draw milk from them. I opened my legs to allow his body to lie between them. Once he was down, I circled his body with them, locking my ankles together behind his back. He bit down on my right nipple, causing me to hiss at the pain of it, and I arched my back in response. Tom knew which buttons to push on my young body and he was doing that expertly. He continued downward and, after a quick stop at my navel, made it to my boyhood. As he began sucking it, his fingers found their way into my backside entrance.

"Push harder, Tom," I moaned as two fingers began invading me. With an abrupt shove, both fingers bottomed out inside me. I hissed against the pain, arching my back again, but my cock stiffened even more so from it.

"Um, Seth…?" he asked all of a sudden. I opened my eyes to look down at him. "Did something happen on the mission?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because it kind of feels a little wet down there," he explained.

Well, that was a mood-killer. I closed my eyes and turned away from him; embarrassed. His fingers pulled out of me and I felt him move upwards.

"Hey, kiddo; it's okay," he said softly. His opposite hand tenderly stroked my cheek.

"The leader of the SEAL team I was with forced it on me," I explained quickly. I opened my eyes as a tear broke loose. "Please don't be mad."

"I'm not, Seth," he said with a reassuring smile. "We've discussed this before. And we both knew what you would have to do on missions. I can accept that."

"You're sure?" I asked, wiping my face.

"Turn over and I'll give you the fucking of your life, little boy," he growled with a smirk.

"Please take it easy on me, Sir; I'm a virgin," I teased back.

"I'd better move away from you before lightning strikes for that lie," he answered.

We shared a small laugh before I grew serious.

"Can you just fuck me like this? I want to be able to grab onto you while you do."

"I think I can manage that."

And with that decided, I moved downward a little as he moved his body fully onto mine. I spread my legs again to allow him access to my insides. I crunched my stomach to raise my butt off the mattress a little. His cock hit home with practiced ease. Again, I hissed at the initial invasion of his magnificent cock. My arms flew around his chest and I grabbed my hands on his back. My ankles relocked as well and I pushed my body into his, taking more of him into me. The move squeezed my nuts a little, but I didn't care at that time. I just wanted him.

"Fuck me, Tom," I whispered.

He didn't need to be told twice. Tom pushed hard into me, completely burying his pole in my accepting chute. I felt him pull out and then fill me again. My cock slid along his belly as his continued to slide in and out of me.

"Oh, God, yes," I moaned, pulling my body closer to his. I grunted out in pleasure as he slammed into me again and again. It did feel as if my hole was made specifically for his staff. Nothing else seemed to satisfy like his did. Powers's cock was too long for me to enjoy, but Tom's fit perfectly.

He continued laying into me for longer than I thought was possible. I held onto him as his body stimulated both my prostate and my dick simultaneously. I climaxed soon enough, and continued holding on to him while he worked to finish as well. My feelings subsided for a few minutes, but I never stopped him from doing what he wanted with me.

After some more time, Tom stopped and reached up for my arms. I knew then what he wanted, so I let go. He pulled out and off me to turn my body over onto my stomach. I figured that I'd had my pleasure, so let him have his. His cock was reinserted once I was in the position he wanted and the weight of his body smothered my smaller frame.

"You do feel good, Seth," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm not complaining, either, you know," I answered back with a small giggle.

With another push of his hips, his cock was inside me fully again. I could feel his pubic hair mash against my smooth buttcheeks as I took all of him. He began building up his rhythm of fucking me again. Soon enough, though, my erotic feelings of being taken by him began building again. I slipped my hand down to my own dick and wrapped it around the digit. As his pelvis slammed into my backside, it caused my dick to slide through my hand. All I needed to do was ride the feelings.

"Harder, Tom," I begged.

Tom used one hand on the back of my neck to push off my back and begin fucking me from the raised position. The other hand was placed on my shoulder blade to help steady himself. My sensations were rising in unison with his as he laid into me harder and harder. He made several hard, rapid thrusts, pistoning into me.

"UUUHH!" he cried out at one hard thrust, releasing his pent-up desires inside my boy's body. My own frame shook in the throws of a second orgasm as I felt his cock surge with shots of his seed. I grunted through mine as well.

As Baker had done on the plane, Tom collapsed onto my back; spent. I took in a few shallow breaths, recovering my own senses.

"Wow," I said simply.

"Couldn't agree more," he said with a short snort of mirth.

"I don't think we'll have any trouble sleeping tonight," I informed him needlessly.

And we didn't. Once he pulled out of me and we cleaned up our mess, we fell asleep with me spooned up against his firm chest. That night was one of the most restful I'd had in months. It was more than just feeling safe in his arms; it was like I belonged there.

I woke with a hard cock being pressed against my back. Smirking again, I turned my head to look back at my grown lover. He was still asleep. Getting a little mischievous, I reached around to his erection and gently moved my body to put it where I thought it belonged; inside me. I eased down his body to slip him back into my accepting chasm.

Yep; it does go there.

I'm fully aware of that, thank you.

Ignoring that voice from then onward, I continued feeding his cock to my inner sanctum. Once I was completely filled by him, I stopped and just simply allowed myself to feel him there. It felt good to have it embedded inside me. Satisfied with just this feeling, I just continued to lie still.

"Good morning to you, too," I heard in my ear after some time. I giggled in response. "Are you wanting to go again?"

"Only if you are," I teased back.

Why wouldn't he?

"I think I can be convinced," he came back with.

"Is that all you are is talk?"

Nope. He encircled his arms around my chest and rolled us over to have me on my stomach again. From there, it was a repeat of the previous night. He pushed himself up and then laid into me like before. I grabbed onto my dick again and had him do all the work. The climaxes weren't simultaneous, and I had mine first, but I know he enjoyed it all the same. As did I.

We shared a small giggle together, cleaned up, and showered. I walked over to the door to head back to the others when Tom stopped me.

"You need to watch yourself, Seth," he warned.

"What do you mean?"

"You're getting a little cocky," he explained. "If you're not careful, Parker will do something to teach you a lesson."

"Just what are you talking about?" I asked; a little perturbed.

"That. I know you and I have a relationship going on here, but your attitude is starting to get a little out of control with the others. And I'm not the only one that has noticed.

"You're good; I'll give you that, and that does feed a certain amount of confidence. But, if you continue to talk back to the instructors the way you do with me, they will make an example of you. Don't let it get out of control, Seth."

I took a few minutes to think about what he'd just said. Taking an objective view, I played through a lot of scenes in my head about what had happened over the previous year. Not really coming to any conclusions, I just nodded to Tom and left the room. As I walked, I continued thinking about his warning. It's never an easy thing to view things about yourself, but by the time I'd reached the living quarters, I came to the conclusion that Tom was right.

Part of the problem was becoming the expo facto leader of the twelve of us. Leading them successfully through the mountains, beating them in the urban hunt, going on live missions, and rescuing Tory were all signs of my abilities. I was good, but I really did need to reign it in. I had to keep in mind how much I didn't like James at the beginning because of his brashness. Right then, I resolved to begin watching my attitude. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the quarters and walked through. No one was there.

I checked the cafeteria, and they weren't there either. The cook told me they were in class. I thanked him, had some breakfast, and headed off towards the classroom. Their heads swiveled around in unison as I walked in, but I said nothing on my way to my chair. After getting the rod up my butt and the balloon filled, I just paid attention to Collins's lectures.

"Nice hickies, Seth," Alex commented as we sat down to lunch.

I ran to see my reflection in the shiny stainless steel of the serving bar. Sure enough; two slightly purple marks colored my neck. Frowning, I returned to my cackling classmates.

"You okay?" James asked once the laughter died down.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You just seem down; that's all."

"Yeah, I noticed it, too," Leon threw in.

"Nothing, guys," I said, shrugging. "I just think I need to be a lot less pushy; that's all."

"You were never pushy, Seth," Simon suggested.

"Agreed," Alex stated. "What made you think that?"

"I don't know," I said with another shrug, "I was just thinking about how things have changed over the past year and how I keep getting into other people's faces."

"What brought this on?" Mike asked.

"Something Mr. Gower said this morning," I answered.

"Was this before or after he fucked you?" James asked, with the others giggling afterward. I wasn't amused, but resolved to change, I simply answered.

"After."

"It really does bother you, doesn't it?" Alex asked.

"I don't want to be like James was last year," I said, nodding.

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?" James, of course, asked, suddenly turning serious.

"I didn't like you at the beginning, James," I explained. "You were too brash and egotistic for me."

"And now?"

"Well, there are still some times I'd love to smash your head in with a hammer, but I've grown to like you a lot. And that goes for all of you guys." I looked around to the others. "We've been through a lot over the past year and have become a sort of family. I can't imagine my life being any better than it is right now; having you guys around."

"Even Bull?" Mike asked.

"Well," I said, smirking to Bull, "every family has their misfits."

We shared a laugh before James spoke up again.

"I don't know about the others, but I think you're fine just the way you are, Seth. Don't change on account of thinking that confidence is arrogance."

"Agreed," Mike chimed in.

I reached over and gave James a quick hug for that. All of them hugged me back and I was in the middle of a group-hug when Collins walked back inside.

"What's this all about?"

"Just a 'together moment'," I answered back.

"Yeah; we were about to begin singing 'Kumbaya' in a few minutes," James retorted and got a demerit for it.

"Now, that's pushy," Simon added and we headed to class chuckling.

Over the next few days, Tory improved under Dr Wells's tender care and attention. That Friday, she didn't look like the same girl I'd rescued from Somalia. She even smiled a little when I walked into the office. Knowing what she'd gone through, Parker thought it would be best if she recovered some before he brought the Reynolds to see her. I was summoned to the front for the meeting.

Both parents ran to her when they saw her. Toby was shocked and unmoving for a few minutes, but recovered enough to go to her as well. It was a wonderful reunion for them. I was glad to be a part of it.

"How did you find her?" Mr. Reynolds asked Parker.

"It wasn't me; it was Seth that did it," he answered.

Toby grabbed me and hugged a thank you to me. I felt infinitely better about accomplishing this one thing; bringing a family back together again. I supposed right then that this was what it was all about; giving up my life to protect those unable to do so themselves. From then onward, I never wanted any doubts about what I was doing.

The family was transferred to somewhere in upstate New York, so I only got to see them once more about two weeks later. Both Toby and Tory told me again how grateful they were for me rescuing her. I didn't know what to say, as I thought I'd gotten a great deal out of the effort as well, so I just told them they were welcome. I never found out what happened to them, but I was contented with just being able to help return a lost girl to her family.

As for my training, things went on as usual throughout that month of July. Jones did change things up a bit for me. I was only allowed to spend the weekend with Tom if I finished in the top four of the group. That month, I made it three out of the four weeks. Tom and I usually spent the time with me getting my brains screwed out, but that was not what it was all about. We had more than just our time with me being fucked; we had built up a relationship.

I missed that week because I lost in another scenario of wargames. Scott had made a mistake and it cost us the week. I spent four days being fucked to death at every turn. However, when that weekend came around, I busied myself by torturing Jeff in his personal PR. I did sort of take out my frustrations on him, but he certainly didn't complain afterwards. In fact, he came several times that weekend. I just imagined it was Scott that I was tormenting and things went along a lot better.

"You're just weird," I playfully chided him as we left that Sunday afternoon.

"No more weirder than you, Seth. You're beginning to enjoy this as much as I do."

"I suppose so," I said with a shrug.

August was more of the same thing, with one major exception. On the final Friday of the month, we didn't have our fight. We had another test.

By that morning, all of the others had pretty much caught up with me and Simon concerning weapons. They'd been taught how to use some lightweight automatic machine guns and semiautomatic rifles. They just weren't as prolific with them as he and I were. No one matched us when it came to that.

And that morning, right after our first break, Jones came into the class and pulled me from it. I followed him out and down the hall to the firing range. When we got there, we turned left and went through a door that had previously been closed to us. As we walked inside, there was another hooded man in a chair. A 9mil was on a chair opposite him.

Both Powers and Grant were standing behind the hooded man in the chair, expecting; waiting.

"Again?" I asked. Jones nodded. "You're serious?" Another nod. "Are you worried I'm going soft?"

"No; all of you have to do this regardless of what you've already done," he explained.

I nodded. I picked up the gun and checked the magazine; the bullets were real. I pulled the slide back, loading it. Without remorse, I lifted it and pulled the trigger, sending a hollow-point shell through the man's head. This time, it was a non-event to me; I'd already done this. But, now, it was up to the others to do it.

"Well done, Seth," he said with a nod.

From there, he led me into a viewing room next to this one. Just like the ones downstairs, it had a one-way mirror into that room. Parker was there waiting for me and simply nodded to me as I entered. I nodded back and both of us turned towards the mirror. Jones left us, headed through the previous room's door, and headed back towards the classroom. I figured he'd be getting Alex next.

I saw Powers and Grant drag the dead man out of the room and then lead another one inside. The new hooded man was forced to sit down in the same chair as the last one and await his executioner.

"Who are they?" I asked Parker.

"Some are death row inmates, others are captives from terrorist organizations, and others are captured spies," he said without any emotion.

"Death row inmates?" I repeated, asking for clarification.

"Yes; some states have the death penalty for capital murder. We've set up a system that the lethal injection isn't so lethal. All it does is knock them unconscious-"

"-where they're brought here for us to be tested," I said, finishing the thought.

"Exactly," he said, but, again, without emotion.

"You don't seem to like this idea," I suggested.

"I don't," he admitted, "but, it's necessary."

"Why is that?"

"What?"

"Why is it necessary that we come in and just shoot someone like this?"

"You're kidding, right?" he asked, incredulously. "I thought you knew exactly why, Seth."

"Well, I know that we were going to have to do it someday, but why like this? So… cold."

"How else are we supposed to do it? Give the other one a gun?"

Parker seemed a little perturbed at my questions, so I stopped. He looked back towards the window and I saw a trace of red in his eyes.

Something's wrong, here, that little voice told me. I couldn't argue.

"Is something wrong, sir?" I asked, tentatively.

"One of the kids in the class before yours was killed yesterday in France," he said after hesitating for a minute or so. "His name was Billy Jenkins; age eleven."

I swallowed hard; my mouth suddenly dry.

"How?"

"A terrorist's suicide bombing in his area. He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. It wasn't his fault."

"But he's just as dead."

"Yes."

The door on the opposite side of the other room opened again, with Jones leading Alex inside. I saw Parker wipe away a tear and then both of us watched the scene in front of us.

Alex was shocked; his moment had arrived. It was now becoming real to him just as it had with me and Smith. Jones picked up the gun and handed it to him. Alex did the same thing I'd done; checked the magazine and then loaded it. Nervously, he raised the gun towards the man's covered head. A loud bang later, and the man fell backwards; dead. The world had changed for him, now, too.

Jones led him back out the same way he'd come inside. Parker told me he was going back to the living quarters; he was done for the day. I nodded, knowing exactly how Alex was feeling at that very moment.

One by one, I saw the other ten of us come inside the room and go through the same experience Alex had. Jeff, Bull, and Leon just simply walked inside, took the gun when handed to them and shot. All of the others wavered for a while. Only Simon questioned Jones about it and seemed to be debating significantly. It took him longer than the others to pull the trigger, but he did it, nonetheless.

"Why now?" I asked Parker as Jeff was being led to the quarters. "Is it normal for it to happen now?"

"There is no 'normal' time for this to happen. It's done when I think that the students can handle it. But, this time it is a little rushed."

I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was going to continue.

"There's a job that needs to be done and I believe that the twelve of you can do it," he said, turning towards me.

"When?"

"Next week. So, get back to them and talk them through this over the weekend. You'll be briefed on Monday morning."

"Understood."

With that, he left. I headed through the room that had just seen twelve people being executed, through the firing range, the workout room, cafeteria, and then into the living quarters. All of them turned towards me as I walked in. They had indeed changed. The looks in their eyes told me so.

"Where've you been?" Bull asked, obviously speaking for the others. I figured James would be the one talking, but he was just sitting on the couch. He looked my way, too, but remained silent.

"Watching you go through what I did with Smith," I answered their question. I took a few minutes for that to sink in with them before continuing. "We've got a mission coming up, though; that's why you went through this today."

"A real one?" Simon asked.

"I believe so. Parker didn't tell me what it was, but we're supposed to be briefed on Monday. And, this week, due to what had just happened, no one will be in the PR. They want all of you to come to grips with it and fast."

"We're not like you, Seth," Remmie commented.

"Yes, you are," I disagreed. "All of us have gone through pretty much the same training, the same experiences. The only difference is that I have a little more experience than you.

"If you remember, I was getting fucked by Powers long before they took us downstairs. Since then, you guys have gotten used to getting fucked as well. This is no different. You just went through the same thing I did with Smith. I got used to doing it, and so will you."

"Does it get any easier?" Simon asked.

"If you don't dwell on it; yes. If you let it get to you, then I think you'll be dead sooner than you think."

"They would kill us?" he asked, incredulously.

"I believe they don't want to kill any of us, but I do believe that it will happen. Remember what I told you about that kid; Jonathan. All he did was just not report in. Imagine what would happen if any of us refused to do our job."

"We would be the ones sitting in the chair," James stated flatly.

Kill or be killed.

The rest of the evening was significantly more subdued. The others were still coming to grips with the reality of our situation. But, by the next day, most of them were doing okay with it. Leon, James, Bull, and Jeff were the ones that it affected the least and were going about their business as if nothing else mattered or changed. Scott, Ben, Alex, and Philip dwelled on it for most of the day on Saturday. I could tell that it was on their minds, but one by one, it slipped out of their thoughts and by dinnertime, they were back to their normal selves. Mike and Remmie continued mulling it over longer, though. Sunday morning breakfast brought them back to their normal behavior.

It was Simon that it bothered the most. When Sunday afternoon came around and he was still reclusive, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"You need to get over this, Simon," I told him at the side of the pool. I'd suggested we do a few laps to get him away from the others.

"I know, Seth, but I keep seeing that man's head snap back as the bullet…," he trailed off, not completing his thought, but he didn't have to.

"I know, Simon, I know," I said, putting my arm around his shoulders. "Let it go, man." He nodded. "Or I'll fuck you silly."

Simon chuckled a little and then looked at me with a slight smile.

"You know, that thing of yours just keeps getting bigger," he chided.

"I know. It's over five inches [12½ cm], now. It'll probably be bigger than Powers's cock when it's all said and done with."

"God help us, then," he threw back.

"God help you, then," I corrected him and we shared a laugh.

"Do you want to?" He asked once our laughter had died down.

"What?"

"You know, fuck me silly…," he said almost shyly.

"Of course," I retorted as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

He pulled himself out of the pool and laid stomach-down on the tile. I followed behind him and positioned my cock to his back door. With quite a bit of practice behind me, I moved into him like Tom enters me. He grimaced but only for a split second.

"The boys you fuck when you get older are going to regret having you as a trainer," he said through closed eyes.

"That's their problem; not mine," I answered back with another shove into him, eliciting a quiet grunt from his lungs.

I circled my arms under his armpits and held onto him by his shoulders. From there, I was able to plow into him with a little more force. He accepted me into his inner depths without further complaint and I took it similarly. As I continued fucking him, the door opened at one point, with James and Mike walking in. Noticing the shagging that was taking place, they simply turned around and headed back out.

"That was interesting," Simon commented through a few of my thrusts.

"Sure was; they should have joined us," I suggested.

"I wouldn't have complained."

"Me, neither."

It took some work and time for me to finish myself off inside him. My climax was soothing and calm as opposed to explosive. But, I was a bit worn out from the exertion.

"You know, it's no wonder that you've become our leader, Seth," he said, looking down at the tile. I was still on top of his back, so I looked around his head to look him in the eye better.

"How so?"

"You seem to know what someone needs and you deal with it," he explained. "And I'm glad we've become friends."

"Good friends, I think," I corrected him.

"Agreed."

I climbed off him and we went back in the pool for some laps. We did a few before Mike and James joined us. The four of us talked a little afterward about what was coming up for the next week, but I had already told them everything I knew.

"If you did know something would you tell us?" James asked with a smirk.

"Not if I was ordered not to. But, this time, I wasn't. I really don't know anything more than what I've already told you."

They seemed contented with that.

When we crashed for the night, Simon was significantly better. With all of us now on board with pretty much everything that was going on, things appeared to be on an even keel even more. All twelve of us had been fucked. All twelve of us had killed someone. All twelve of us were about to go on a live mission.

The next morning, we ate breakfast as usual. I suggested that they go easy on it or they could get sick from putting too much on an upset stomach. They were plenty nervous; enough to toss it up later if they weren't careful. They heeded my suggestion. From there, we moved to the briefing room to begin our day.

It was the same briefing room we'd used before, with a corkboard on the side of one wall and a rectangle table in the middle. Parker, Sweet, Grant and Jones were gathered around the table as we walked inside. Parker was on the left.

"Good morning," he said, nodding to us.

We answered back with a smattering of similar greetings, but they weren't all that enthusiastic. Naturally, I was the only one not really nervous about all this.

"Okay, boys," Parker started, "today, you're going to be briefed on what you're going to be doing. After this, you'll practice until you know it by heart. We have set up some mock buildings for you to practice with."

"So, we're not going to do this today?" James asked, seemingly relieved.

"No, James," Parker answered with a small smile. "You will only go through the planning this morning and practice today and tomorrow. You'll head to the target tomorrow night."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Colombia," he said simply.

From there, he explained that we'd be going down there to take out a drug lord that was making a lot of noise.

"Drug lords are a dime a dozen; in other words, too many. The problem comes in when one of them begins to get a little too powerful, and too political. If they would stick to the drugs, we would let their country handle it. However, some begin to manipulate the government down there and this government cannot allow that to happen.

"So, we send in operatives to take them out of power."

"Us?" James asked.

"Sometimes. Other times, we send in adults. It all depends on the timing and situation. The one you boys are going against is big; bigger than the last one we took down. But, I believe you can do it."

After that little pep talk, Parker began laying out the plan to eliminate them. He showed us the map of the complex the drug makers were using to plant, harvest, and refine their product. He explained the different buildings and what they were used for. The rest of the three hour meeting discussed how things were to be done.

Sweet took us through where and how different explosive charges were to be set. Each of them would be set with specialized timers to go off at the appropriate times. When he was finished, Grant took over, showing us the way into the country, what to do upon arrival, and our infiltration into the camp. From there, he guided us through every step of the way with the assault. He showed us what each and every one of us were to do. After he was finished talking, Jones took over, showing us some technical gear to assist us with the mission.

"Now," Parker started when Jones was finished, "you are going to be going to lunch in a few minutes. I must insist that you discuss none of this with yourselves when you're not in here or with us on the training grounds. Secrecy is important."

We nodded and left the room. Most everyone was quiet, but a few of them began some conversations about nothing at all. Lunch was quieter than usual, but that was to be expected. After lunch, we ran through a rehearsal of the plan outside.

It was a warm day, being August, and a little muggy. The drill took about three hours to go through. The operation would probably take about an hour or so, but this initial run-through took longer. Parker and Jones made absolutely sure we knew what we were to do each step of the way. When we were done, all twelve of us were sweating our asses off, even though we were doing it stark naked.

"From here on out, it gets real. Doesn't it?" Simon asked as we were taking a shower that evening.

"More than you know," I answered back.

After some normal, preteen boyish tomfoolery, the shower finished, and I headed up to Tom's room. I needed him that evening. He was more than willing to accommodate my need and for the next three hours, I was fucked into oblivion. He fucked me for over an hour on the bed, on my back, on my stomach, and on my side. He took a rest for half an hour and then started up again on the floor of his sitting area. I was taken while being bent over the cushions of the sofa with my knees on the floor. An hour later, had me flat against the glass window being cornholed for all I was worth. I fell asleep some time later with a very worn boyhole, but a warm smile in my heart.

The next day, I woke up sorer than ever, but satisfied. I let Tom sleep in and made my way, achingly, downstairs to the others.

"That bad?" James asked as I sat down with them at the table. I'd been walking a little more gingerly than normal.

"No, not bad; just well fucked," I said with a smirk.

"You really like getting fucked?"

"By Mr. Gower, yes. Others have to earn it. Otherwise, it's not pleasure."

The meal was over and we headed outside for more practice. Parker ran us through our paces twice before lunch with a half hour break between them. We practiced twice more on our own with no slip ups that afternoon. There would be no mistakes.

Why do I not believe that?

Go away till I need you.

I let the thought go for the time being, but there was a certain amount of truth to it. We had the drill down pat, but at the same time, we had to be flexible and not let ourselves just focus in on the plan.

After dinner, we suited up for our mission. After getting our vaccinations for every disease known to mankind, we headed to the armory for the weapons we would need. Packs were filled with explosives, extra ammo, radios, and a few other small necessary items. Tom was there to see us off. I smiled and we hugged each other close.

"Be safe," he said with a smile.

"There's no fun in that," I retorted.

I got a gentle slap across my face. I smiled back to him and turned toward the truck holding the others ready. After grabbing my rifle, I mounted the truck, and we were off.

"Scared?" Alex asked me along the way.

"Out of my mind," I answered. All of them were shocked at that. I sighed in response. "Guys, we're heading into a dangerous part of the world. People hate us there. These drug makers will shoot back and any stray bullet will kill.

"Of course I'm scared, but I'm dealing with it. I suggest you do the same."

"How?" Simon asked.

"Breathe," was my answer. "Just breathe."

"Of course, if you really wanted to find a way to relax, you could suck my cock," I suggested.

"How's that supposed to make me relax?" Alex asked back while the others were covering their mouths from chuckling.

"Well, it'll make me feel better," I said with a shrug.

"Why do we put up with you?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because if you didn't have me, you'd probably never make it through this mission alive," I reminded him with a smile, but a serious one.

"He has a point," Jeff remarked.

After arriving at the hangar, Parker had us load the packs on the plane first. Then, we each grabbed a chute and did the same thing with them. After that, he had us line up in front of him for one last thing to say.

"This is it, boys," he said seriously. "This is what it comes down to; what you've been trained to do. I know, with every ounce of sincerity, that you'll make me proud. If this were any other class, I wouldn't be having you do this mission this soon, but this class is different."

"Why do you say that, sir?" Philip asked.

"Because you know your jobs better than the other groups that have come before you, Philip. And, because you have someone that has a good deal of experience. If this group didn't have someone like Seth in it, I'd be more concerned."

The airplane started up just then as the other eleven looked in my direction. Parker had to begin raising his voice to get over the turbines.

"But, we're running short on time, so let me say this," he said matter-of-factly. "If I'm not concerned about you accomplishing this, you shouldn't be either. Go down there, do your job, and rewards will be waiting for you when you return.

"Good luck."

He nodded to me, and I turned towards the plane. I began walking with the others behind me.

When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah… I could almost hear the snare beating out the tempo as I walked.

I smirked at the allusion, but kept on walking, leading the others. We climbed aboard the jet and took our respective seats as the tailgate raised up behind us. Minutes later, we were airborne. The others were too nervous to talk, so I just let them stew in their own imaginations. As the flight would take up most of the night, I leaned back and closed my eyes.

"How can you be so relaxed?" Simon asked.

"Who says I'm relaxed?"

"You certainly look it," Leon threw in. I opened my eyes to look at them.

"Guys, it's a long flight. And you're going to need your rest for tomorrow. My suggestion would be to try and get some sleep."

I closed my eyes again and tried to get some shut-eye. It took some time, but I did manage to get a little bit of it. It was some time later, when I woke to some grunting sounds. I opened my eyes to see Leon plowing Jeff's backside with wild abandon. Scott had his fairly large tool down the boy's throat as well.

"Whatever works, I suppose," I said to myself and resumed my previous activity.

Some time later, the crew chief was shaking me awake. It was time. I nodded to him and looked around at the others; they were out cold. I smiled. I really didn't want to wake them up, but there was a mission to take care of.

"How far out are we?" I asked the chief.

"About ninety minutes," he answered. I nodded to him again and began waking the others up for the jump. They didn't want to wake up, but they did nonetheless.

From there, it was a matter of getting the chutes on, hooking up the packs and weapons to them, and then checking everything to make sure they were secured properly. The whole drill took about an hour. Alex and I checked out everyone's gear one last time, and then each others' and we were set.

The chief gave us the ten minute warning and we got into position. I kept an eye on Philip, and he seemed to be doing okay. He just didn't care for it at all, but he dealt with his fear.

I was first one to the edge of the gate. When the light turned green, I didn't hesitate. I met the black night face-first and began my rapid descent. This time, I didn't bother checking on the others; I knew they were there. I popped open the parachute at just under three thousand feet [1000 m] and glided softly to the ground. The others landed intermittently behind me.

Once down, we assembled together. We put the packs on our backs, and carried the chutes in bags. They were then packed up and put in an inflatable raft. A river was nearby where we sent the chutes down to the extraction boat. I turned to Remmie.

"I know," he said before I uttered a word, "'set a steady pace, but not too fast.'"

"Couldn't have said it better myself," I told him after a short smirk.

We loaded our weapons, checked our gear, and then headed out for the compound. It was about twenty miles [30 km] away, and would probably take us only about six hours or so if we walked straight through. But the sun was coming up, and we were in no hurry. The best way of doing the assault would be at night, so if we took our time, we'd get there close to sundown.

It was slow going through the brush of Colombia. There were plenty of snares and obstacles to over come, but we managed fairly well. I stopped us for lunch at about noon and Remmie told me we were about five miles [8 km] from the compound. Everything was checked and rechecked to make sure everyone had everything they needed and everything they needed to know.

Two hours later had us viewing the compound from the brush. From then onward, it was nothing but whispers and hand signals. We dropped our backpacks at a place where we could reassemble. I fanned everyone out to their respective places. Mike took half of the team to the right and I took the rest to the left. Simon was to be set up in position to help anyone with his sniper rifle with Alex as his partner, so they went with Mike. He also took Philip, Scott, and Ben.

I placed Bull and Leon on a hidden mound with the lightweight machine gun. I was about to take James and Remmie to their spot when I heard a snapping sound. Someone was approaching. I waved them down as I slid up next to a tree and waited. A few seconds later, I saw a Colombian man, fairly large, coming towards us. He appeared to be looking for a makeshift urinal. I slipped my knife out of its holster and got set. When he got to the tree I was leaning against, he opened his fly to begin pissing.

Of course he would have to use the tree I'm using for cover.

No kidding.

He pissed and then zipped up. I thought he'd turn and leave, but I wasn't that lucky. He hesitated and then began moving around the tree. I didn't waver. The second he cleared the tree, I rounded it and shoved the knife into his gullet. In the same move, he fell backwards with me landing on his chest. I shoved harder upwards, fully embedding the knife into his head. Two twitches later, he stopped moving.

I looked up to check out the scene from the direction of the compound; nothing out of place. No one seemed to have noticed. After pulling the knife out, I waved the other three to me. They were stunned for a few seconds, but recovered enough to help me hide the man's body. From there, I positioned James and Remmie where they were supposed to be and then Jeff and I headed towards our starting position. For the rest of the afternoon until nightfall, we just watched the comings and goings of the complex. No one seemed to be missing the man I killed, so it was fairly quiet.

"They should be missing him by now; shouldn't they?" Jeff asked quietly as the sun disappeared from the sky.

"I would think so, but apparently not," I answered back, thinking the same thing. "We may have gotten a break with that, but let's not get too over confident."

"Right."

I was about to initiate the initial stages of the assault when something totally unexpected occurred. Mike radioed me that some cars were coming along the road towards the compound.

"What kind of cars?"

"Nicer ones; like limos and such," he whispered back into the radio.

"Alright," I said, frowning. This was the last thing we needed on our very first mission; a deviation from the norm. "Everyone sit tight; I'll check out what's going on." They all radioed back their acknowledgements. I turned to Jeff.

"If something happens to me, talk to Mike and the two of you make the decision whether to proceed with the mission or not. I trust you guys to make the right call, okay?"

"And if you're caught? What then?"

"As I said; your decision. But look for a signal from me first. You'll know it when you see it."

"You're sure about this?" he asked, worried.

"No, but I can pretty much think on my feet. We need to know what's going on in there and this is the best way."

Jeff nodded and I began stripping my clothes off. He raised an eyebrow in question.

"It would look a lot more like I was a lost kid if I were naked. Trust me on this; I've been down here before. Men like boys; especially if they're naked."

"Seems to be the same way all over the world," he said with a smirk.

I smirked back and handed him my collar, clothes, and equipment for safekeeping. He looked at me in surprise. His reaction confused me.

"You can take your collar off?"

"Ever since last year when I came back from those four weekends in the PR," I said, nodding.

"Why don't you just run away, then?"

"You're joking, right? Do you really believe that there's anywhere in this world that any of us could go that they wouldn't find us?" I asked incredulously. "We're stuck with this, Jeff; plain and simple."

He acknowledged the wisdom of that with a nod. I took a deep breath to steady myself and began making my way properly into the compound. During the time that it took for me to get ready, the cars that Mike had reported all arrived at the far end of the area. They pulled up to the nicest looking of all the buildings in the area and men were getting out. When I got close, I saw what they looked like.

What the fuck…?

They all looked like extremely wealthy men. I wondered what they were doing down here in this hole-in-the-wall facility in the middle of a Colombian jungle. Being as quiet and as careful as I could, I made my way closer to the building where they were gathering. I maneuvered around towards the side of the place, but couldn't get to it as there was at least one armed guard on all four sides of it.

I frowned and was about to return to Jeff when something else strange happened. The back door opened and a naked boy walked outside to throw away some trash in a can. The two guards that were back there said something demeaning to the boy and guffawed together. I understood the conversation; another surprise.

They must have changed the subliminal lessons again."

Suppose so, I conceded.

As I watched, the boy turned around to return inside, and one of the guards grabbed him by the wrist. The guard's partner snickered as the boy was forced to his knees. The man opened his fly and fed his cock to the boy's throat. Grabbing the boy by his hair, he began face-fucking his mouth.

"Do you want the other end, Amigo?" The oral rapist asked the other one in Spanish.

"Why not?" he answered with a shrug.

They got the poor kid into position to fuck him at both ends, and I realized the opportunity that was being presented to me. As the second man got behind him and lined his cock up to the boy's ass, I slipped out and quickly moved to the side of a car that was parked behind the building. As it wasn't one of the nicer cars, it probably belonged to a henchman of the man in charge of the operation. The boy made a noise that was somewhere between a muffled hiss and a muffled cry as the man impaled him on his cock.

"He is still tight, Juan," the man said with a certain degree of satisfaction. The first one nodded his agreement and continued his oral pummeling.

While I had the opportunity, I quickly stole a look into a window. After using a small crate as a stepladder, I saw what looked like a kitchen with men preparing food on platters. A moment later, another young boy, just as nude as the other one, came into the kitchen with an empty platter, took a full one, and exited through the same set of double doors. Taking a quick look at the two rapists and their prey, and seeing that they were sufficiently distracted, I slipped down the wall to another window.

As short as I was, and with nothing else to stand on, I couldn't make out everything, but I did see what appeared to be a party going on. Dozens of men were wandering around, talking and drinking. I could only assume the boy, or boys if there were more of them, was/were serving them their food.

Probably serving them in more than one way, too.

I thought about returning to the trees, but got another inspiration. Checking on the rape scene again, and with nothing changing there, I moved towards the backdoor the boy had used to leave. Another quick check and I slipped inside. With all the activity going on, no one noticed a thing.

The room I'd made it into was a small utility room. Knowing that my dirty feet and ankles would give me away, I rinsed them off quickly with a hose and cold water. I dried them hurriedly with a towel.

Cracking the door open a little, I peeked into the kitchen, and after seeing that the coast was clear, I eased inside. Another naked boy walked into the room for another full tray and I watched how he did things. He was easily mimicked. Minding my slave's training, I kept my head down in submissive manner and acted like I belonged there. I hoped my blond hair wouldn't give me away or that the ones there would assume I was purchased from The States as a slave.

I grabbed a tray of food from the table in the middle of the kitchen and walked towards the right hand side of the double doors. As I cleared the door, I was immediately assaulted by the noise of the party. Both Spanish and Anglo men were milling about, conversing in Spanish, English, and a slightly different dialect of Spanish (I found out later it was Portuguese).

But, my biggest shock came as I walked around. The boys, there were two of them, didn't serve the food; they placed the trays on stands. I got a real quick glance at the stands before returning my gaze downward and it was in the shape of a naked boy about my size. I smirked slightly at the taste of art that the host of this party had and then headed over to one that looked low on food. As I got there, I got a very sharp shock; the 'stand' breathed.

What the goddamn fuck…?

The kid posing as a stand was standing stock-still. He was about my age or so, and size, but with dark brown hair. Around his head was a ballgag harness with a flat surface for the platters to be set on. Recovering quickly, I simply removed the empty platter and replaced it with a full one.

On the way out, I saw the boy I'd seen through the window standing by himself against a wall. He appeared to be watching the party and the platters. I figured that was where the slaves were to stand when they weren't doing anything, so I dropped off the empty platter in the kitchen and joined him.

He nodded slightly to me, a bit perplexed, though, as I walked up next to him. It was then that I took in the full sight of the room. There were four boys standing with platters on their heads, adorned similarly, a little removed from the four corners of the room.

Against the wall to our right were two more boys, seemingly a little older than me. They were standing with their backs to each other about six feet [1.8 m] apart. Each of them had a ballgag in their mouths. A black, flat board was on their shoulders and their heads were through holes in the board. An equally black sheet hung down from the board to the ground. A man stood between them and the wall, making drinks; they were being used as a bar for serving drinks.

Two other boys were being used as lampstands. They had harnesses on their heads similar to the 'platter boys', but with electric lights on the top instead of a flat surface. I was assuming the cord went down their backs and into the wall behind them.

All eight boys were tied tightly. Ropes bound their hands and arms to their sides and their legs and thighs to each other so tightly together, that I couldn't imagine them getting any circulation to their extremities. Their small dicks were tightly wrapped as well. A type of small wire was wrapped around them with something protruding out from the ends. Whatever that thing was, it was keeping their dicks stiff and pointing outward. The same small wire circled their nuts as well and some line pulled them downwards to their knees. Every part of their bodies was tied off; the only thing I was sure they could move was their eyelids and they were constantly shut.

If I thought my training at the facility back home was bad, it was nothing compared to what I was witnessing here. I began to count myself lucky. But, as I reflected on that, I looked up and got one more shock.

Another boy was being used as a chandelier. I would have put his age at about a year younger than myself at that time, or my age and small for it. Another gag harness was on his head with a rope leading back through a metal loop in the ceiling and then connecting to a hook that was embedded in his ass. His arms were painfully pulled back to have them tied to their elbows and wrists. His legs were also pulled back, tied at the ankles, above and below the knees, and then at the thighs. His wrists were tied to his ankles, effectively hog-tying him with the rope hanging him from the ceiling going through the middle of them.

As I looked downward, I saw how the lights were being hung. A round, four-light candelabra hung down from three small lines. Two of them ran from two nipple rings on his chest and the third from the head of his dick. His poor cock looked as if it would be pulled from its mooring any second. The electrical wire, lighting up the bulbs, went up one line, along his dick, and through his legs to the plug in the ceiling.

It seemed that every part of his young body was being stretched to its limits. I noticed that his breathing was quick and shallow; there was no telling how long he'd been up there. Slightly horrified and slightly turned on, I remained as dispassionate as I could. But seeing him up there was something else.

My thoughts were interrupted by the boy next to me leaving his position to refill a tray. Returning to the reason I was there, I took a quick look around the room and another tray needed to be replaced. It was done quickly and I returned to my spot against the wall. I continued to do that over the course of a few hours. During that time, some of the men touched me in different places, or would pat me on the butt, but nothing more than that.

Finally, at some point in the night, the two boys I was working with went into the kitchen. I followed them and when we arrived this time, a Colombian man was standing there waiting for us. The ones that had been preparing the food were gone. This new person was understandably shocked when he saw me.

"Who are you?" he asked in Spanish.

"Paolo, Señor," I answered back.

"Where did you come from?"

"Señor De la Vega, brought me from the city yesterday, Señor," I explained. Raphael De la Vega was the drug lord and the person we were sent to dethrone.

"Oh," he said, recovering, "then come with me."

"Si, Señor," I answered back with a slight bow.

The three of us were led out another door and into another room. In the room were three other boys about our ages and two more men. One of the boys seemed a little older than me, but the other two were about my age. All three of them had gag harnesses on their heads as well, but with blindfolds over their eyes. They were waiting with their hands tied in front of their bodies and ropes to their necks, connecting them together in a chain.

My two fellow assisting helpers got nervous. For the first time, I didn't know what to do. I was sure I wasn't going to like what was about to happen to the six of us, but I didn't want to blow my cover. Finally, I decided to continue the charade.

The three men grabbed us and prepared us the same way as the other three boys. Once I was tied and blindfolded, I concentrated on keeping my other senses aware of what was going on around me. When the rope was around my neck, we were marched through a door. I wasn't sure where we were going, but moments later, I heard De la Vega's booming voice above the noises of the room.

"Now that you have enjoyed some of the fruits of our labor, gentlemen," he said in Spanish, "it is time to enjoy the other delights of the evening."

De la Vega clapped his hand and we were led out to join the party. A round of applause resounded throughout the room as we walked in. I almost felt like bowing in acceptance, but refrained. I felt the rope slip from my neck a few seconds later.

"You may do as you wish with them, but please do not kill them; they are expensive to replace," he said and a few of them guffawed at the remark. "Enjoy!"

From there, several hands grabbed me and I was thrown to the floor. Someone grabbed my tied wrists and pulled my arms outward, over my head as I was forced downward. I felt a set of hands on each ankle, my legs were pulled apart, and then a heavy weight pressed down on my back. Moments later, the familiar feeling of a cock touching my backdoor hit me, and without further preamble, it was shoved inside.

I screamed out at the suddenness of the assault, and I wasn't the only one. Several of the other boys also voiced their displeasure at this turn of events. As I heard their screams, I felt the man inside me not waste any time in taking his pleasure. All I could do was hang on for the time. I remember him being a little smaller than Tom's cock, but was beyond caring about such things. I was more concerned with making it through the night.

When he was finally done with me, he took the place of the person holding my wrists. That man was on me just as quickly and inside me even faster. Time and time again, one man after another came to me for pleasure. After the first three, I gave up trying to keep track of it all. I just put my mind on overdrive and let it happen.

After some time, someone decided to take a belt to my backside and began slinging it downward without remorse. I tried to fight it and pull away, but I was too well caught to make any real difference. All over my back, butt, and legs, the belt continued to rain down painful welts. I knew they took turns with it as there were breaks in that action as well.

When they were done with that, someone went back to fucking me. It rotated like that three times until it was finally over. I was totally spent at that time.

I vaguely remember being picked up and carried from the room. I was callously dropped to the ground later and the harness removed. My wrists were pulled up, over my head again, and I was hung from the rope tying my hands by a hook from a beam. The beam was too far off the ground for me to put my feet on the ground, so I hung totally from my wrists. I opened my eyes again to see the man that was there in the kitchen.

"Welcome to your new home, Paolo," he said with a certain amount of sadism. With a hard slap to my severely abused backside, he left the room.

Well, this is a fine mess, my voice needlessly told me.

I looked around to see the other five boys that were with me during the rape/beating and another eight boys, all hanging by their wrists. From my count, one was missing. I did a quick look, trying to get a bearing on what was going on, and I concluded that it was the boy that had posed as the chandelier was the one missing.

I also noticed that I wasn't the only one that was blond; two others matched my hair color. The others seemed to have brown or black hair. The darker haired ones seemed to be of Latin descent. The blond ones were anyone's guess. I took another moment to wonder where they were from.

Then I got serious. I began thinking about how I was going to get out of that fix. I first needed to get free. After recovering a little more strength, I began swinging my legs to build up momentum. My body cried out for me to stop, but I ignored it. When I thought I had enough thrust, I pulled up hard and swung my legs up high enough to wrap them around the beam. I barely made it.

"What are you doing?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. It was one of the Latin boys that I shared the serving duties with. I needed a few more minutes to gather some of my strength back from a maneuver like that, so I hooked my ankles together and answered him.

"What does it look like? I am trying to get out of here."

"And go where?" he asked, dejectedly.

"Anywhere in the world is preferable to here."

With some more strength saved up, I pulled with my legs and freed my wrists from the hook. Now the real trick; to get down without smashing my face into the ground. Gauging the distance, I swung down and flipped over simultaneously, landing on both my hands and my feet.

"Not exactly how I imagined it, but it worked," I said to myself in English.

"Seth?" I heard a familiar voice say from behind me.

I flipped over faster than fast to have my suspicions confirmed. And there, hanging from a hook a few places behind me and to my right, was someone I never thought I'd see again. Ever.

Of all the people in the world.

Jonathan.

"Oh, my fucking God," I exclaimed, looking at him, shocked out of my mind.

In all the places in all the world, I'd have to meet him here. I knew that Venezuela and Colombia were neighbors, but this was next to impossible.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him, still not moving.

"I could ask you the same question," he said, trying to smirk.

"Well, what the fuck do you think I'm doing here?" His was a much stupider question than mine. By far.

Jonathan took a few moments to think over before he connected the dots.

"You're taking him down," he said, smiling.

I nodded and then began using my teeth to undo the knot on the rope to my wrists. A few minute's work later, and I was free. I scrambled to my feet and walked over to him.

"We can talk later. Right now, it'd probably be best if we just got the fuck out of here."

He nodded that he agreed. Achingly, I wrapped my arms around his thighs and lifted him up so he could get his hands freed from the hook. Once he was down, I helped him get the rope off him. I turned towards the door to the room.

"What about them?" he asked me, nodding to the others hanging from the beams.

"What about them?" I asked, still walking to the door.

"We can't just leave them, Seth," he stated with a small whine to his voice.

"I'm not fucking Moses, Jonathan," I argued, "I didn't come here to lead a slave's rebellion."

"I hope you're not fucking Moses; he's dead, and it'd be gross," he shot back with.

I was not in the mood for jokes, especially bad ones. I turned on my heel to show my displeasure towards him. He sobered up when he saw me.

"Please, Seth," he said, pleadingly, taking a different tact.

Still, I wasn't too sure I was going to do it. Even with his plea.

"You do owe me, you know," he told me, making me think about what had happened in Venezuela. I remembered, but it didn't do anything to make me feel indebted to him.

"We're even, Jonathan," I growled, pointing to his left hand where the little finger used to be. "Parker bought my story. You wanted out. I gave you a way out. I owe you nothing."

"Please…?" he tried again.

"Jonathan, there are fourteen of us here, with at least one more missing. And you want to rescue all of them?"

"Yes."

I sighed, looking at the other boys hanging like meat in a meat locker. Most of them were awake, looking at us argue. I wasn't sure if they understood the conversation, but I was sure they saw a possible means of escaping their hell. A moment later, I nodded.

Moving quickly, he and I got two of the others down from the hooks. From there, I went back to the door. I needed to see where we were. I was about to turn the knob when I heard someone coming towards it. I relayed the information to Jonathan and he, with the others that were freed, moved to the sides of the room. I positioned myself to one side of the door and Jonathan on the other.

When the door opened, I was about to jump the person, but the silhouette was small. It was Jeff.

"Jesus; don't do that, Jeff," I said, but smiled.

"About to kill me, were you?"

"Just beat the shit out of you," I corrected him. He turned and saw the rest of the group and then turned back to me.

"I'll explain later," I said hurriedly. "What's happening out there?"

"We were waiting on your signal; remember?"

"So, you'd wait for my signal forever if I was dead?"

"No; I wouldn't. I would just leave for the link up point."

"I love you, too," I shot back. "Is everyone in position?" I asked, turning serious.

"Everyone and everything."

"Time?"

"Just give the signal and all hell breaks loose," he said, with a little bit too much relish. I saw he had a spare gun over his shoulder.

"That thing mine?"

He nodded and handed it to me. I asked him where we were in the compound and he pulled out the small map we'd made. He showed me where we were by pointing to a building a few yards off the main structure. I nodded that I understood. Then I turned my attentions to Jonathan.

"Okay, in a few minutes things are going to get a little crazy around here. If you want to get these guys out of here, then after you leave here, turn left and head straight for the woods. If you go about a hundred meters or so, you'll find our assembly area.

"Stay there and we'll be there when this is over," I told him, finishing up.

"What about Juan?" It was the boy that was hanging right behind me.

"Who?"

"Juan; he was the one hanging from the ceiling," he explained.

"The chandelier," I finished for him. I asked him where he would be at this time and he told me he would be with De la Vega. I took a few moments to think about how I was going to handle this.

"Alright, I'll go get the kid," I said simply. I told Jonathan to continue onward with the others to the rendezvous point. He nodded. I turned to Jeff, next. "When I'm coming out with him, unleash hell. Got it?"

"You're risking your life for this kid you don't even know?"

"Our job was to come down here, take out De la Vega, and blow the place sky high. We're going to do that, Jeff. Taking care of this kid is just a simple modification to the original plan."

I wasn't too sure if he liked the adjustment to the plan, but he nodded anyway. I looked to Jonathan and we nodded again. With that in place, I left the small cage. It was still dark, so making it back to the main building wasn't a problem. A simple shot made quick work of the roving guard. Jeff had told me that there was only one of them on duty at the time being.

Moving into the building, which probably doubled as a house for De la Vega, I went to the kitchen first. After slinging my rifle over my back, I got one of their knives and then quietly made my way towards the area I thought he might be. I went through the meeting room where our rape was earlier that evening. From there, it was down a couple of corridors until I heard a slapping sound coming from the other side of a door. Gently, not to make a sound, I opened the door to peek inside.

Juan was tied spread-eagled between two posts. Thankfully, he was facing me while De la Vega was facing him. The slapping sound came from him repeatedly slapping Juan hard across the face. From the looks of things, it appeared that he'd been doing it for some time. The boy's face was puffed up and littered with bruises. Several more bruises covered his small frame. I saw juices flowing down the inside of his legs; no need to guess what that was.

Not minding being careful any longer, I ran and jumped on his back. My arms flew around his neck, while simultaneously burying the knife in the soft spot in his throat. Blood shot from the spot, dousing my hand in it. We hit the ground together with me forcing more of the blade into him.

"Enjoy hell, fucker," I whispered into his ear. It was another one of those times that I really enjoyed my job.

When he finally stopped breathing and twitching, I pulled the knife out. It wasn't easy as the body itself made a natural vacuum around the blade. Once it was out, I cut Juan down from the poles, and he dropped immediately to the floor. I ignored the knife and after unslinging the rifle from my back, I hoisted the boy over my shoulder into a fireman's carry.

The kid wasn't too heavy, but he was added weight and it slowed me down a little. I exited the building from the same door. Once I was clear, two explosive charges went off. One of them was in a poppy field, and the other exploded the main processing shed. Two more went up a few minutes later, eliminating the building I had just vacated, and another field.

Shouting ensued from men running all over the place. I saw them trying to collect themselves together to try and fend off whomever was attacking. By this time, I'd made it to the trees. I put Juan down and turned to watch what was going on.

Gunshots were taking the men down, one at a time. My comrades were doing their jobs very effectively. I knew some of them came from Simon; they were just too precise not to. I heard the machine gun going also, so I knew Bull was up to his task as well.

They fired back, too, but they couldn't see anything to shoot at; we were camouflaged way too well to be seen. Some of them did manage to make it into the woods, but I saw a few of them being dispatched without much trouble. The unseen others were downed, I was sure.

Just over an hour later, as the sun was rising, it was over. My team came out of hiding and we began sweeping through the compound, checking for survivors. I was about to leave where I was to join them when I heard someone behind me. I swung around, ready to shoot, when I saw that it was Jonathan.

"Damn, man, don't do that," I chastised him.

"Sorry," he said and then came up next to me. "How goes it?"

"It's pretty much over. We were about to sweep the area." I looked down at Juan and his ragged breathing worried me. "Can you stay here with him while I join the others?"

"Sure thing," he said with a smile.

I stepped out from behind the tree and began my way back into the compound when Jonathan shouted at me.

"SETH!"

And then I felt him slam his body into mine. A second later, I heard the shot. I turned to see one of the drug makers taking aim again. I rolled over and shot before he could set his sites on me. It hit him in the chest, slamming him against a tree that was behind him.

Stunned, I recovered enough to scramble to Jonathan. The bullet hit him in the stomach, right under the ribcage. Blood was flowing freely as I desperately tried to stop it.

"Don't, Seth," he said, grabbing my hand. "It's over."

"Jesus, Jonathan," I said, with my eyes beginning to tear up. "You were right; I did owe you."

"You don't owe me anything, Seth," he said, getting weaker by the second. "I'm glad I could help you… " And with that, he breathed his last.

I grabbed onto his head and cradled it. And I howled in agony. I knew that bullet had my name on it. I'd be dead if it weren't for him. I owed him more than I could ever repay, now. And I cried all the more.

"Seth…?" I heard from behind me; it was James. He came over and knelt down next to me with his hand on my shoulder. I turned to him and grabbed on to him for a bigger cry. To his credit, he didn't say anything contrite, but just let me cry it out.

Some while later, I pulled away and turned back to Jonathan's body. Still incredibly sore, I forced myself to pick him up and carry him with me as I made my way to the assembly area. James followed me to get Juan and help him. From there, the three of us made our way to where the boys we were rescuing were waiting.

The rest of my crew continued to sweep the compound, doing their job. When they were done, they assembled with us. My skin screamed at me when I tried to get dressed, so I decided to forgo the clothes, but I did put on socks and boots. It was a long way to the nearest city, after all.

"What're we going to do with them?" Mike asked, motioning towards the freed captives.

"We're taking them with us," I answered flatly, but with a hint of severity. "I promised Jonathan we would see them to safety, and we will."

"This isn't our job, Seth," Alex reminded me.

"Are you in that much of a hurry to get back, Alex?" I asked, rounding on him.

He was about to answer back, but stopped. I could see it on his face; he knew I was right. The only thing waiting for us back at the facility was school and getting fucked by different instructors. It wasn't all that appealing to the rest of them, either.

"Scott," I said, turning towards him, "radio in and tell them we're going to be late. If they ask why, tell them that I'll explain when we get back. We just need an extra day or two."

"You got it."

They did ask, but accepted our answer. I would have to face Parker when we returned; I knew that now. But, that would have to wait. We had other problems staring at us right in the face.

"I know it's a long shot, but I need a few of you to go back to the main building and see if anything resembling food survived. It's a long trip, and I don't think these guys have eaten."

Philip, Remmie, and Ben volunteered, but I sent Scott in Remmie's stead. I needed to go over how to navigate the shortest distance to the nearest town; which was Yopal. So, while the three of them went off, I talked things over with Remmie. We mapped out the best route, which would was going to be a twenty-five mile [40 km] jaunt. I wasn't too happy with that, but there was little choice.

While we were doing that, I had Bull and James make a makeshift litter for Juan. He was the one that was the most injured and probably wouldn't make it there walking.

"What about your friend's body?" Jeff asked, cautiously.

"I'll carry it."

"Seth, you're exhausted," he pleaded. "Let one of us do it."

"No." I was emphatic. But I was also a little too forceful, so I backed off a little. "Thank you, but I'll carry it."

"All the way back?" James asked.

"No. Jonathan had no love for America or Americans in general. He seemed to like it down here, so I just want to get a few miles and when we break, I'll bury him then."

They nodded in acknowledgment.

The three on the scouting party made it back with a considerable amount of food. Apparently, a refrigerator survived our barrage. It contained a wealth of food stores. All of us ate, but simply, as we had a long trek ahead of us. When it was closing in on nine o'clock or so, we headed out. I had Bull and Scott carry Juan in the litter while I carried Jonathan's body.

I had Remmie and Alex lead out front. The other guys from our group, I had interspersed throughout the line, blending with the refugee boys. They could keep an eye on the thirteen of them to see how they were handling the journey. I figured I would wait till later to find out the story behind the two other blond kids.

With the added numbers, and weight, it was an arduously slow journey, taking a long time for us to make it to the city. The others weren't used to the exercise like we were. A few hours later, we stopped for something to eat. It was there that I dug a shallow grave and buried Jonathan. I thought about saying something to him when I was finished, but thought better of it; knowing him, he'd probably be insulted by it.

"I thought you'd killed Jonathan," Simon said when I gingerly sat down after I was finished.

"Yeah, I know." I looked up to see all of them looking at me. Frowning a little, I took a deep breath.

"Everything I'd told you up to the point of me going down to Venezuela was true. I was sent to kill him. But, it didn't all go according to plan. When I got into the house he was living in, he used my own gun to capture me. Trust me; that was embarrassing."

"I'm sure," James said as the others sniggered. I smiled back and then continued.

"Well, he handed me over to his master; the one he was supposed to be posing as a slave for. After failing to get me to talk, the despot had Jonathan take me somewhere and have me executed. He and some guy drove me outside of the city where they carried me to the tree line.

"Jonathan put my own gun to my head. I was ready to die when I heard the shot go off, but I didn't get hit. He'd shot the driver."

"Damn…," Ben commented, obviously impressed.

"When I turned back to look up to him, he was smiling. He'd said that I was his way out of what he was doing. He told me to return to Parker and tell him that I'd done my job and that Jonathan was dead. When I told him that Parker had wanted proof that I'd done it, he was sort of clueless.

"Both of us knew that a picture wouldn't be enough; those could be faked very easily. So, he decided to cut off a finger for me to give Parker as proof."

"Damn…," Ben repeated.

"That was a gutsy call," James put in.

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, "I wasn't sure if he was actually going to go through with it or not. But he did."

"No, I mean lying to Parker."

"Well," I said, remembering how things had gone down in that house, "he could have simply shot me in the house when I was trying to kill him. He saved both of our lives by doing what he did.

"And now, I owe him my life for what he did back there…," I said, misting up again.

I felt their hands on my arms as I wept into them again. My crying seemed last longer than it should for someone I barely knew. But, it was just that I'd tried so hard to repay Jonathan for what he did for me, that I felt both his efforts and mine were in vain. There would be no quick fix on this one.

But, there was something else, too. Helping Tory had helped me come to grips with what I do. And, up to that point, I'd been okay with it all. But right then, I wasn't so sure any longer.

While we rested, I decided that it was time to get some answers from the two blond refugees. One of them was American, but he could barely remember his life in America. Apparently, he'd been snatched when he was very young and brought down here. This country was the only life he ever knew and asked if he could remain here as opposed to returning with us. The second one was a result of an American man coming down here for a weekend getaway. The man had apparently had sex with a Colombian woman and the boy was the result. His mother worked for the De la Vega until she was killed for trying to smuggle some of the drug for herself.

After getting ample rest, I knew we really did need to get going. I had Remmie set a pace of no less than three miles [5 km] an hour. And so, at about noon or so, we set off for Yopal. Through the trees, foliage, and different things of the area, we walked.

As we walked, I talked to José, the boy I'd gotten to know a little, and found out that all of them were just as much orphans as the other two. It seemed that all of their parents had worked for De la Vega, but for one reason or another, they were executed. So, they'd been taken by him to 'work' the man's parties and service his bedroom. I figured that the drug lord had done it just to get the boys, but perhaps I was being cynical.

We did manage shortly over three miles [5 km] an hour, though, for the first four hours of our journey. At about that time, I called a rest. Remmie told me we'd gone about sixteen of the needed twenty-five miles [25 of 40 km]. We'd been fortunate, so far. We had not run into anything more dangerous than a python sunning himself on a rock.

"I wonder what they're thinking right now," James said as we sat down for that break.

"Who?" Mike asked.

"Our instructors, of course."

"They know we're okay," I reassured him.

"How d'you figure?"

"There's probably some tracking device in the collars," I said with a smirk back to him.

"All except for yours," Jeff added. All of them looked at me in question.

"He's probably right. You guys now know my collar is removable at any time." They nodded. "Well, it just means that the instructors have found out that I can be trusted. So, they let me off the leash, so to speak."

"It can't shock you any more, can it?" Simon asked.

"Nope."

"Lucky you," James threw at me and I blew a raspberry back at him.

"Well, now that all the cards are now on the table," Jeff said once we got going again.

"Yes?"

"Where were you a couple of months ago?"

"Somalia; rescuing a girl from a man doing worse things to her than our instructors do to us."

He let the topic go for the time being.

I checked on Juan occasionally, and he seemed to be holding his own. His breathing eased somewhat, so I wasn't as concerned after a while. The others were doing fairly well, also, all things considered.

A few hours later, the sun dropped out of sight with a little less than four miles [6½ km] for us to go. This leg of the journey took over two hours to complete. The darkness presented more than a few problems of missteps, low branches, and some of our imaginations running amok. Remmie thought he'd seen someone in the bushes once, only to discover it was a bush. Alex ribbed him about that for over a mile.

The tone changed dramatically when our refugees saw the lights of the city. They went from tired and weary to elated in a matter of minutes. When we got to the edge, we took a break. I figured that it wouldn't be a good idea for fourteen naked boys to be seen running around the city together.

"Fourteen?" Simon asked after I explained my reasons for stopping.

"I want you guys to stay here. All we have is our fatigues; no regular street clothes. And the less of us that the people of this city sees, the better. It'll be bad enough when I have to find somewhere for these guys to go to see me, let alone eleven others from the U.S."

"Where are you taking them?" Mike asked.

"There are a few Catholic churches here in the city. I'll try and find one that'll help them."

"Oh, yeah; they're great for helping young boys," James sarcastically commented.

"Especially naked ones," Leon chimed in.

"Got any other ideas, then?"

He didn't. So, when enough time had passed that the city seemed to be fairly shut down, Philip and I led the refugees into the city. With all of us naked as the day we were born, we had to be extremely careful not to be seen. Juan was still having to be carried in the stretcher, so two of them volunteered to take him the rest of the way.

The first church we came to was a fairly nice one. I left the others where they were to look to see if it had a rectory. I found it behind the main church building. I knocked on the door and a few minutes later, a priest opened it. He immediately saw my state of undress, but he didn't do anything that made me nervous.

"Are you alright, child?" He asked in Spanish.

"Si, Padre," I answered. "But, I need some help."

"I should say so," he answered back in a very passable English. I was a little stunned. "You aren't from here, are you?"

"No, sir, but please don't ask me where I'm from; it's a long story." He nodded, acquiescing to my request. "But, my problem isn't for me; it's for a few friends of mine that need the help. Will you help them?"

"Of course, of course," he said simply, in a non-patronizingly manner.

I looked back and waved the others over. They almost ran flat out to the door. The priest was significantly overwhelmed, to say the least. He led us to the back of the church where there was a kitchen. From there, he broke out some food for all of us, but neither Philip nor I ate anything. Neither of us felt it was fair for us to eat while the others went without.

When the priest left to get robes for all of us to wear, I motioned to Philip that we needed to leave. We scooted out the back door, but José stopped us as we were going through the backyard.

"Why are you leaving us?" he asked in Spanish.

"Because you'll be safe here and we have our own lives back home," I told him.

"Please stay with us," he pleaded with a little whine.

"We cannot, José," I said and we turned away.

"Feel better, now?" Philip asked as we carefully made our way out of town.

"A little," I conceded as we slipped around another building and into its alleyway. "I still think about Jonathan and how things went with him, but doing this for them does help make things a bit better.

"We did what Jonathan would have wanted us to do."

"Agreed."

"Okay, what happened?" Parker asked, the very second we unloaded the airplane.

"Can't it wait till later?" I asked, obviously irritated.

Not exactly new to my irreverent behavior, Parker simply nodded. I'm sure he was probably thinking that we were just tired. That wasn't far off base. I'd been up for almost three days straight, gone through a gang rape, almost shot, seen a friend die in my place, and rescued over a dozen kids from a life of torture, pain and finally death. So saying that I wasn't at my best would have been putting it mildly.

On the trip to the facility, I thought back to our journey from Yopal. Philip had asked me what we were going to tell them when we got back here. I told him, and later on the rest of them, that we would tell them the truth. The total, unabridged truth.

They were understandably concerned, but I told them of my reasoning. Jonathan was dead; there was no reason to lie, or keep up the lie, about what happened in Venezuela. Whatever happened, happened, and I can't change it. I don't think I would if I could. But now, I had to take the consequences for it. I just hoped that I could handle the consequences.

We made it home and returned our gear to the armory. All of us were worn out, but me especially. I really didn't want to go twelve rounds with Parker, but we followed him into his office, nonetheless. The others seemed protective of me as we stood before him.

"Now, will you tell me what happened down there? And why it took you guys almost two extra days to get a simple job done?" He sat down at his desk as he turned the questions to us.

I could feel the others looking at me as I took a deep breath.

"I lied to you," I started out with.

"Well, that's a good way to start," James chided.

"Shut up, Hostetler," Leon growled.

When that finally settled down, I turned back to Parker.

"About what?" he asked after giving James his own dirty look.

"About Jonathan; I didn't shoot him back in the spring."

"Why not?" he asked over his templed fingers, obviously a little angered, but managing it well.

"Because he didn't shoot me when he had the chance," I explained.

"I see. And how does that relate to this mission?"

From there, I related the whole story to him, just as I said I would. I held nothing back from him. Everything was out there for him to hear. My classmates didn't do anything to try to hide anything or stop me from talking. Parker never moved from his seated position in his chair until I finished.

"I need to talk to Seth alone, boys," he said after a few minutes.

They were skeptical about leaving me alone with him, but filed out anyway. He told me to close the door once they were gone and I did. As I took my place back in front of him, I was losing my faculties. Fear, exhaustion, hunger; all of it had taken their toll on me. Even I could feel it. Normally, unless I had good reason not to, I would stand in front of him straight, crisp and clean. But, now, I was anything but that.

I couldn't help it; I began crying again. It was all just too much for me to handle. My eyes misted up again and before I knew it, the tears became unmanageable. In a matter of seconds I wasn't able to stand any longer. I sank down to my knees and could do nothing but cry.

Seconds later, I felt Parker's hand on my shoulder, but nothing was said. For longer than I care to remember, I couldn't do anything but kneel there and weep. As I look back on it, it was kind of pathetic, actually.

"Seth," he said calmly, "wipe your eyes and get up."

Not really wanting to, but also not wanting to disobey at that moment in time, I did as Parker told me. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself and then opened my eyes to look at the man controlling my fate. He had an even look on his face, but there was something behind the eyes. If all this time had taught me anything, it was to look for details. I couldn't help but see something of a strange detail there in his gaze. And then it hit me.

"You knew, didn't you?" I asked him.

"We found out right before you headed out for your first wargame maneuver. That was why Jones was the one that took you out there."

"What do you mean?"

"I'd left to go down to Venezuela to see for myself. And I have to say, I was angry with you when I returned here."

"I can imagine," I said, getting a little confidence back. If he didn't punish me back then, then it was a safe bet things weren't as bad as they could be.

"I'm sure," he said with a slight smirk. Then he stood up and sat on the edge of the desk. "What I'm about to tell you has to stay with us. No one can know about this. I know you know how to be discreet, if not honest."

"I thought the purpose of my training was to learn how to lie convincingly," I suggested.

"And you seem to have learned that very well. And before I continue, let me give you this one warning; lie to me again, and you won't live to regret your mistake."

"I understand," I said emphatically.

"I hope you do, because this is your one and only second chance you're going to get." He took a deep breath and then continued. "Now, as I was saying; we saw Jonathan on the streets of the city. He'd tried to keep hidden, but he was eventually seen.

"One of my operatives grabbed him on my orders and I was about to bring him back here to teach you a lesson, but we found another opportunity. He was sold to De la Vega instead. It was both punishment and a way to teach you not to lie to me."

"You had him killed anyway?" I asked, getting a little bit angry, but keeping it in check.

"No; that was an accident. The only thing we did was put him in that camp and then have you go down there on this mission. I fully intended to have him brought back here for the remainder of his time; probably as a menial worker somewhere, or a slave to someone. I wasn't sure, but as things turned out, my decision was made for me."

"You really hated him that much?"

"No, I didn't hate him, Seth," he said with a sigh, "but I cannot tolerate disobedience. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, I know you're tired, so go get some rest. Concerning punishment, I believe what you've been through emotionally is punishment enough." I looked surprised at that. He explained further. "Punishment, in my opinion, is to correct and instruct. It is to insure that the same mistake isn't made again. I believe that's been achieved."

So do I.

I nodded and turned to leave. That night, I slept for over twelve hours. But even when I woke, it didn't seem like it was enough. I was still drained from my experience. The others pestered me about what was going to happen, but I deflected their questions. I just let their imaginations go.

The rest of the week was easy training. There wasn't even the weekly fight on Friday.

"We're about to be taken out," James suggested that evening at dinner.

"Huh?" Jeff asked.

"That's the only explanation that is logical; they don't want us any more, so our training is just for show. We'll probably be shot in our sleep tonight."

All ten of the others looked at me. I had a look on my face that pretty much told them what I thought of James's 'logic'. Mike backhanded James across the chest as he left the room for the shower.

"I was kind of curious why they took it so easy on us these past few days," Simon queried.

"Who knows?" Jeff put in.

We found out less than half an hour later. Parker walked casually into the living quarters as we were enjoying ourselves. Mike, James and Alex were sucking each others' cocks in a triangle, while Scott and Leon were having another go at Jeff's mouth and boyhole. Ben was straddling Philip's cock as he was lying on the floor while sucking Remmie's tool. Bull was off into another corner, jacking off. And I was plowing Simon's ass with all the force I could muster while he was bent over the cushions of the couch and kneeling on the floor. It was pretty much a normal Friday evening for us.

When I saw him come in, I stopped fucking Simon, but didn't pull out right away.

"Don't let me stop the fun, boys," he said with a slight smile.

"Care to join us?" Philip asked as Ben continued riding his cock.

"No, Philip; I'll just wait." And wait, he did. Each of us had our own respective orgasms and recovered before Parker addressed us. We were lined up and he told us why he was there.

"I told you guys before you left for Colombia that you'd have some rewards waiting for you, and I'm a man of my word. Beginning tomorrow, you're on vacation."

"WHAT???!!" James shouted, excitedly.

Parker looked at him with a look that told him to shut his mouth. He did, instantly.

"Do that again, Mr. Hostetler, and you'll be spending the weekend in the punishment room."

"Yes, sir," he said, but was having little success containing his excitement.

"Now, back to what I was saying," he said, as he turned away from James. "Starting tomorrow morning, you're all on vacation for a week and both weekends. Your training will resume a week from Monday."

"Are we staying here?" I asked.

"No. All of you are going to be going into Washington DC for the week. Enjoy it; you deserve it."

No one slept that night. All of us talked about what we were going to do in the city for the next week. Even I had a hard time falling asleep. But, eventually, one by one, each of us died off.

The next day, we were led to an office and given normal street clothes. All of our collars were removed as well. Quite a few of them were elated at that, and I thought they were thinking of escape. I'd deal with that later.

We boarded a bus, driven by Agent Jones. The ride to Washington was about an hour long, with all twelve of us finding it difficult to contain our excitement. The traffic was light and we made good time. The bus pulled up to a nice hotel and Jones led us out of it.

To see the outside world without working, or having to kill someone was fantastic. All of us were bolstered to new heights of excitement. Everything looked wonderful. Even I was having a hard time staying focused.

We got our room; it was the penthouse suite. Jones took us upstairs in the elevator. When it opened, it looked like heaven in one little space. A central room was the first thing we saw. In it had a living room with a small kitchen and dining room off to the side. Three bedrooms with two beds each were on the outsides of the living area.

Everyone ran in several directions looking at all of it.

"No cages for a week," James exclaimed as he made his way back to the central living room.

"Okay, boys," Jones said, bringing all of us back to reality. We assembled together, facing him. He handed us six cards. "These are Visa cards. They'll get you whatever you want. Do not go hog-wild with them.

"If any of you abuse the generosity you've been given, the punishment will be more than you can handle. Trust me on that." Mike, Philip, Remmie, Simon, Jeff and I were given the cards. We took the warning to heart as we slipped the cards into the pockets of our pants.

"Get some clothes to wear while you're here and enjoy yourselves. But also be mindful that you will be punished severely if you do something you know you're not supposed to do." We all nodded, affirming that we would behave ourselves. "Now, have fun; you do deserve it."

He turned and left us to ourselves. For the first two seconds, we just looked at each other. Then, the dam broke. All twelve of us ran around the room, chasing each other like lunatics. I tackled Alex at some point and got ran into by Bull while I had him pinned. James and Mike disappeared into one of the bedrooms with Jeff right behind them. A moment later, I heard a swat across bare skin and a grunt.

"Suck it, Jeff," I heard Mike growl.

"So, the fun begins early," I commented to Alex. He smirked back, looking up to the bedroom to our right. I followed his stare and then back to him with a nod. Simon and Remmie followed us into the room and we had a four-round sucking session between us. It culminated with Remmie taking my engorged cock up his ass.

"Well, that was fun," Alex said with a glassy stare, lying on the bed.

"Definitely," I returned.

"Come on," Simon threw in, "let's go out. We can do this any time."

"Good point."

We got dressed and assembled the others. After getting downstairs, we left the hotel for the streets.

"What first?" Philip asked.

"I say we get the fuck outta here," Scott offered.

"Do what?" Alex asked.

"This is our chance to leave. No collars, no adults; nothing's stopping us."

By this time, we were a block from the hotel. Looking around, I made a split-second decision. I grabbed Scott by the shirt and threw him against the wall. The others were shocked, but stayed back.

"Don't play the idiot, Scott," I said, getting in close.

"I'm not, Seth," he said, looking back. "And get off me."

"If you run, they will find you," I told him.

"And when they do," Simon offered, "one of us will be coming after you."

"I can take any of you on," he spat back.

"Not if you don't see us," I countered. "Both Simon and I have been trained very well with sniper rifles. You'd never even hear the bullet before it killed you."

"You'd do that?" he asked, getting wide-eyed.

"If told to do so? Yes."

"Without even thinking about it," James said simply.

"After Colombia, how can you even think anything different?" I asked him.

Slumping his shoulders, Scott conceded that. I released his shirt and turned away. He was a little bummed out for a while, but by the time lunch was finished, he was back to his normal self.

With that handled, we continued down the street.

"What now, though?" James asked.

"Well," Alex suggested, "we do need clothes."

"I got an idea," Mike piped in. We turned to him. "Why don't we split up and get some things we'll need?"

"We'll need some sort of way of contacting each other," I answered back.

"Cell phones, of course," James answered.

"And just where do we get them?"

"Right there," he said, pointing across the street. We looked and there was a store with a phone company. We headed over to it and walked inside. The salesman was a little shocked at seeing twelve boys at about nine or ten years old enter his establishment looking for cell phones.

With a few questions and other things, like phone calls, we walked out of there with six cell phones. I decided it would be best if those without credit cards took the cell phones, that way we'd always have to be in pairs.

"Good idea," Alex said as he took his cell phone.

We found another store and went inside for some clothes. All of us came away with three shirts and two pairs of pants, with another set of dress clothes.

"Why the dress clothes, Seth?" Mike asked.

"Yeah; you planning on going to church, or something?" Ben added.

"No, but maybe we can take in a show or something while we're here. Something cultural, you know."

"Boring," Mike threw back.

"You never know, Mike," I said back to him.

We had lunch and then headed back to the hotel with our packages. After dumping them off, we headed out for some sightseeing. The White House was first. We were all amazed at how many people were outside doing nothing but demonstrating against our president and the government.

"If they only knew…," Remmie commented, whispering to me as we walked away.

"No kidding," I said, smirking back.

We hit the Washington and Lincoln monuments before getting dinner. From there, it was back to the hotel.

"The problem," James was saying as we entered the living room of the penthouse, "is that, even though we've done what we've done, and gone through more shit than any adult, we're still gonna get treated like kids."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I answered, getting something to drink from the refrigerator.

We watched some television and then hit the sack around nine that night. We paired off with our matching even numbers, except Bull and Scott shared and Remmie shared with Simon. When Alex and I slipped into bed, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips; just a light peck. I smiled and returned the sentiment.

We heard a sigh coming from Leon and Mike in the bed next to us and looked over. Mike was blowing Leon's well endowed cock with a good steady pace. Alex turned back to me and disappeared under the covers. Warmth engulfed my own tool moments later and I sighed as well. Alex moved around and put his own cock next to my head. I returned the favor to him as he continued. I shoved a finger inside his ass as I made one good swipe of my tongue. He groaned, but never stopped his attentions on me. We sucked each other off for almost an hour before both of us finally finished. I had cum first, but I made sure he came as well before we were done. Moving upwards, he fell on his side to lie next to me. We fell asleep a few minutes later, in each other's arms.

I woke the next morning with a warm body next to me. I smiled at Alex and rolled out of bed. After a quick shower, I headed into the living area. Simon was sitting down watching some cartoons on the television while eating his breakfast; eggs and toast. I joined him with a bowl of Cheerios.

After the others were awake, we decided to go exploring again.

"Let's see what kinda trouble we're not supposed to get into while we're here," James suggested as we left the front door of the hotel.

"Oh, yeah, let's," Ben retorted.

We decided to break into our teams and go off on our own. Mike and Leon wanted to check out a few things downtown. James wanted to see the capitol building, so he and Philip headed that direction. Remmie and Simon got the idea to visit the aerospace museum. Scott and Bull were up for a Caps baseball game. Ben and Jeff went to see a movie. Alex and I were at a loss for a few moments.

We decided just to walk for a while together.

"I wonder how much longer we've got together," Alex mused after a few blocks.

"We do seem to be progressing kinda fast," I added. "I feel like things can't go much further at the facility before they push us out."

"I wonder where we'd be going then."

"You guys'll get your assignments, and I'll get mine."

"Does it bother you?"

"You mean actually doing it?" He nodded. "No, not really. As I said before Colombia, I just put it out of my mind and do my job."

"What if you actually did have to come after one of us?"

I took a deep breath and walked a few paces before answering.

"I would do it." Alex stopped dead in his tracks. I turned to him.

"Damn, Seth," he said; stunned.

"Look, Alex," I said, getting real with him, "if everyone here does what they're supposed to do, then you'll never have to worry about it. All you and the others can do is do as you're told and look out for yourselves. Because that's what I'm gonna do."

"And our friendship means nothing."

"Of course it means something. Remember Jonathan?" He shrugged. "I don't want to do it if I have to. But, I, we all, made the choice to do what we're told. No questions asked."

He was about to send another rebuttal when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and flipped it open.

"James wants to know if we're going to meet for lunch or something." I thought about it for a few minutes and nodded. Alex relayed the message to him and then hung up. Our conversation was dropped, mainly due to lack of further interest in our current surroundings.

The two of us took in a few sites together before connecting with some of the others for lunch. James and Philip with Bull and Scott met with us at an outdoor restaurant. It was like we were just friends out on a field trip for school or something.

We talked it over and thought about taking in a show that night. Each of us had heard about Broadway shows, and, even though we weren't in New York, we were keen about giving it a try. So, we told the other six to find something interesting and we would meet them at the theater. Leon told us he would find us something.

When night was falling, the six of us began heading in that direction. As we were walking down the street talking about nothing important, baseball of all things, Alex heard something.

"Quiet," he said. We stopped to listen and heard something coming from a slight distance away. It was the sound of someone being beaten.

"It's none of our business, guys," Philip offered.

"We can't just stand by and let someone get beaten if we can help it," James said simply, "we have to at least try." With that, he led the way towards the sound.

It was coming from an alleyway. The six of us, a little bit overconfident, walked down it to see what was going on. Three larger men were beating up on one other one.

"Now, that's unfair," James said after we heard a particularly vicious slap. All three heads turned towards us. "Three against one? How about trying us on for size?"

They didn't answer. Before any of us knew it, weapons were produced and something pierced my arm. I looked down to see a dart protruding from it. I quickly pulled it out, but it was too late and I knew it. The world spun in a weird way and I felt my head hit something very hard.

***

I woke up with the worst headache I'd had in my life thus far. It was as if a hundred pounds [45 kg] of lead had hit it from inside my skull. I opened my eyes slightly only to find I couldn't see anything. My hands were tied behind my back to my bound ankles. I moved a little to discover that I was fully naked. I pried my eyes open farther to try and get some sort of bearing, but all I got was darkness. I was blindfolded with some sort of hood. As I felt around, I could tell I was also in some sort of container.

I strained my senses and heard a low hum, but that was all I could make out. I asked if anyone else was there, but got nothing but the hum as an answer. The only thing I was sure of, was that I was alive, tied up in a box, and naked. Beyond that, everything else was left up to speculation. I worked on making myself not worry about anything or anyone else.

The thought that this was another part of the program certainly entered my mind. But, it quickly left; this was for real. The program never repeats experiences; training, yes, but experiences, such as taking down a drug lord, no. We'd passed the test of being kidnapped and tortured by them and we were to move onward. So, what was happening to, at the very least, me, was real.

Time crawled by. I spent the time straining my senses, trying to pick out any sound to help me identify anything that was going on. The only thing that helped was the container I was in jumped at one point. That told me something; I was being transported somewhere.

Great; now we're cargo.

I must have passed out after a while, because before I could tell something was leading up to this, the container felt like it was being lifted. A few minutes later, it was slammed down hard on something. I let out a grunt.

"Who's there?" I heard a voice ask; Philip's.

"It's me," I answered back. "And if we get out of this alive, I'm going to kill James. Slowly; very slowly."

He chuckled as another thud came with something else hitting the cage; another of my classmates was with us. Three more thuds, a slamming sound, and a truck's engine starting sounds later, and the six of us were bouncing away. The truck bounced us around for hours on end, with the container getting hotter and hotter as it went. It wasn't humid; just hot.

Probably somewhere in the Middle East.

Agreed.

Finally, the truck stopped and each of the containers was unloaded from it. I was dropped and the lid opened. I felt a knife cut the rope holding my wrists to my ankles and then I was stood up. The man held on to my bicep and let me out of the container. I tripped over it, on purpose, but the man held on to me too tightly and just dragged me with him.

I heard the others being treated similarly as we walked. The six of us were finally led inside; the air cooled, but not by much. My hood was ripped off my head once we were standing in a row.

Looking scared, I squinted my eyes to see a man sitting at a table in front of us. Only one word would describe him; ugly. I turned around to see the man holding me by my arms. I looked at the others; one man behind each of the boys with me. I finally turned back to the ugly man in front of us.

"Welcome," he said in a grainy voice, after setting his pen down. "Welcome to Afghanistan."

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to hide my modesty with my legs while still trying the scared look. I thought it would be best if I tried playing out the innocent kid routine.

"You can call me Omar, and this is my camp," he said, getting up from his chair and coming around the table to the front.

"What do you want?"

He just smiled. One step and he was in front of me. His hand slapped me hard, causing me to reel to the right. I tasted blood, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I cowered a little away from him; it was the reaction he was expecting from a young kid that had been kidnapped and then just slapped.

"I ask the questions here, boy," he said finally. His voice was cold; I knew the type. All too well, I knew the type.

Omar grabbed my chin and forced me to look back at him. He looked into my eyes and then over my face. From there, his eyes took in the rest of me. I gave a very good performance for him as he looked. He had to pry my legs apart to get his look at my groin.

When he was done, he moved on to Philip, who was right beside me. He gave him the same inspection and then looked over Alex, James, Bull, and then Scott at the end. He looked to the other five men and said something in Arabic. They took the others away, leaving me with him and the man behind me.

"Where are you taking them?" I asked, purposefully being belligerent.

I got another slap, sending me in the other direction, for my troubles. He reached down to my chin again and lifted it up to look me full in the face.

"You do not learn very quickly, do you?" I quelled the urge to spit in his face, but barely. "Tonight, young one, you will please me. For hours, you will please me."

"What do you mean?" For a second, I thought I'd get another slap, but he smiled and, after nodding to the man behind me, walked away.

The man took me to a smaller tent a few meters away. Inside the tent were a bed, a chest, and a makeshift sink. The man led me to the bed, where I was callously thrown down onto it. He pulled my left leg to the corner and tied it down. He repeated it for my right. My arms were untied and then retied to the head.

I heard a sound I was fairly unfamiliar with, and I turned towards him just in time to see his arm move forward with a whip in it. The leather lashed the skin of my butt right across the middle, sending shards of pain through my body.

I screamed. Another lash. Another scream mixed with the struggles to get loose. A total of ten lashes lined my butt when he was done. The whip was replaced on the wall and he left the tent as my sobs filled the air. I couldn't help but cry; that shit hurt.

A while later, as my tears dried up, the flap of the tent behind me ruffled.

Showtime.

I turned and Omar walked to my side. As he sat on the side of the bed, I looked away. His hand began caressing my buttcheeks in an easy, loving manner. A finger would trace along one of the red welts left by the whip, causing me to shudder under it.

"Please let me go," I whined. It was expected.

"You have to know by now that I cannot do that. I brought you here and you are mine; now and forever."

The bed groaned as he stood back up. Some ruffling behind me told me he was removing his clothing. I tensed up, knowing what was bound to come next. A few minutes later, and the bed moved under his weight. I felt a leg being placed on each side of my body. His hands began moving all over my back again, lovingly.

"You are such a fine specimen, child," he said, admiringly. "It is a shame that you must be taken in such a harsh manner."

Something fleshy was lined up along the crack of my ass. I clenched my buttcheeks closed as tight as possible.

"Still fighting me, child?" He paused for a moment and then climbed off of me. "Very well." From there, he went to the side of the tent. I thought for a moment that he was going to get the whip, but he grabbed something else and headed towards the entrance. I looked towards it to see him exit while wearing a robe.

That can't be the end of it.

Moments later, the man that had tied me to the bed earlier reentered. Wordlessly, he went to the side and I flipped my head around to see him grab the whip. I realized the game just as the first lash of the bullwhip tore more flesh from my backside. But that knowledge did me little good as another one flayed me and I screamed again. I went through another eight lashes, totaling twenty, before he was done. The whip was replaced and he left the tent.

Good cop; bad cop. Sort of.

Omar entered a few minutes later. The robe was dropped to the floor and he mounted me again. His cock ran the length of my buttcrack again and I didn't resist anything.

"You are beginning to learn, child. Very good." And with that, he shoved his hips forward and impaling me on his manhood.

I let out a convincing scream/cry as my insides enveloped him. He pulled back a little and shoved in hard again, totally bottoming out inside me. I cried again. I felt his hand at my head and then my head jerk back as he took me forcefully, making me feel every solitary inch of him. I'd have to say, I did feel him, but it wasn't like I wasn't used to it.

He fucked me for several long minutes and I cried the entire time, begging for him to stop. He did seem to get harder as I begged; the fucking sadist. It kind of reminded me of a certain instructor that was now dead. Finally, he made that telltale hard lunge, sending his spunk into my innards.

Omar collapsed onto my back when he was done. A moment's respite and he pulled his weakened cock out of me. He slipped his robe back on and then exited the tent. I was left alone, with the pain of my buttcheeks, in the bed.

Once he was gone, I took the opportunity to try and look around. There wasn't anything in the tent to tell me anything other than what I already knew; we were in some serious trouble. After finding that out, I just laid my head back down on the pillow to rest. There wasn't anything else I could do.

Omar entered the tent roughly about half an hour later, and then entered me in under five minutes from then. He was just as brutal and savage as the initial coupling, but took longer to finish. It seemed to go on for a short eternity, actually, but soon enough, as all men do, he did cum.

Just as before, he left the room, with me in tears. I really did deserve an Oscar for the performance I gave him. As far as size goes, he was smaller than Tom, so I could handle him. But the forcefulness and the savagery he was applying to my backside hole, it was beginning to hurt. I figured that I would probably have to go through one more time of him before the night was over, but nothing more than that.

He returned about an hour later to have his way with me for the third time. It was really wearing me out, now. He probably took over an hour of constantly fucking me before he was finally done. I thanked God for that final groan of his.

When he was done, he went to the chest and returned with a collar and leash, which went around my neck. My arms and legs were untied from the bed, but I didn't move once they were free. I looked up to Omar, wondering what he was going to do next.

"On the floor, child," he said, pulling me towards the foot of the bed.

Once I was dragged to the foot of the bed, he pulled me onto the floor. I landed hard, but rolled so I didn't sustain too much damage. He didn't bother checking on me, but just locked the chain of the leash onto the foot of the bed. He turned and went to sleep. I crawled back to the bed and curled up against it on the floor.

Not knowing where the others were, I decided not to do anything other than call it a night. So ended my first day in Afghanistan.

I woke the next day with Omar dropping a plate of food on the floor in my face. He then turned and left the tent.

Good morning to you, too, asshole.

The meal was some kind of bread and a weird tasting meat. I was finishing up as he walked back inside. I cowered away from him as he walked over to me. He unlocked the leash from the bed and then picked me up by my blond hair. I was then thrown back onto the bed. I let him believe he'd broken me and didn't resist.

He held onto the chain as he entered me with as much enthusiasm as the previous night's episode. As he crammed his cock back inside me, I groaned, but didn't fight him off. When he was done, he pulled out and rolled over to look at me. I didn't meet his gaze.

"Are you thirsty, child?" I nodded slightly while still avoiding his stare.

After locking the chain to the bed, he retrieved a small glass of water from the side stand. Achingly, I turned over and took it as he gave it to me. I gulped it down, still passing myself off as a scared, abused child. He smiled as he took the glass from me.

"You will make me very envied, child," he said while reaching for my arm. I pulled away slightly, but he gave me a look that told me not to. I returned to my previous place as he traced my arm with his fore finger.

"What do you mean?"

As if I didn't know.

"You will see when the time comes," he said as he slipped off the bed.

Omar retrieved a set of cuffs from the cabinet and cuffed my wrists behind my back. From there, he unlocked the leash from the bed and then led me outside by the leash.

The sun hit me like a tidal wave once we exited the tent. He didn't bother shielding me from it, he just continued onward with me behind him. I kept up, not like I had any other choice in the matter. He led me around his compound talking to some of the other men in his small unit.

At one point, we walked by a row of small cages, where I saw five preteen boys inside them. They knew enough to keep quiet and I knew enough not to ask about them. Omar never offered me anything in the way of acquiescing to anything about them, either. In other words, he'd had the one he wanted, me, and they were nothing to him.

That night, though, our places were spelled out to us. Omar led me to dinner, where I was to kneel at his side as he ate. The leash was locked to the side of his chair. He gave me a few scraps, but nothing more. The other men in the tent were fed quite well also, and it seemed like a small victory party. I figured that they were throwing it because they'd gotten us. I wasn't too far off the mark.

When dinner was finished, Omar nodded to one of the men. He left the tent, to return a few minutes later with my friends. Alex was first in line, followed by James, Philip, Scott, and then Bull brought up the rear. A rope led to Alex's neck and then to the others in a chain. I also saw that their hands were behind their backs. They looked like they were on display. I knew what was about to happen; same thing that had happened to me in Colombia.

The man leading them into the tent stopped them when they'd gotten to the middle. It was then that I took the opportunity to look around at the other men. The best word to describe the looks on their faces was 'hungry', and it wasn't for food. Omar stood and the men turned their attentions towards him.

"Enjoy, men," he said simply. And that was all the invitation they needed.

The men hurdled over the tables and grabbed them. Each one was thrown to the ground and savagely raped by the men in the tent. Just as I first saw Alex get raped by a fat Arab, Omar motioned for me to stand up next to him. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me onto his lap. I was forced to look out, away from him and straddle his hips. I felt his cock line up to my backside as I saw two men take both of James's holes. Omar shoved his cock inside me again as he held me in place by the collar. His other arm reached around me to pull me towards him. I looked out again to see Bull begin to take a beating from three men while getting fucked by a fourth.

"As you see, child," he cooed into my ear, "things can always be worse. Understand?"

I nodded and he thrust harshly into me. As he fucked me, I continued watching my friends get taken by the other men time and time again. Omar finished some time later, but the others were far from done. He led me back to his tent where I fell asleep to the sounds of five preteen boys get gang raped far into the night.

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