Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2007 20:07:29 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 3

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 3

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any
form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without
the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Indomitable Spirit" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.  As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold
gradually.  Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
the author at carl_mason@comcast.net

If you would like to read additional stories by this author, please turn to
the "Authors/Prolific Authors" link at the beginning of the Nifty Archive.

This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 3

(Revisiting Chapter 2)

That night it wasn't long after dinner that two tired kids hit the sack.
They were vaguely aware of some kind of disturbance during the night, but
they would have slept through anything short of a major earthquake!  In the
morning, they awoke to find that their fathers were not in camp.
Initially, of course, they felt little alarm.  Although the boys wished
they had left a note, they were probably fishing or, maybe, they had
decided to climb their own mountain.  As the morning wore on, however, they
became increasingly uncomfortable.

(Continuing Our Story - The Forest Ranger)

Around 10:00 am, a hiker stopped and told them that he had seen two men
being carried out of the Basin on pack animals.  They appeared to be ill.
Did they know anything about this?

Discussion established that the two men were the boys' dads.  The hiker
identified himself as a Forest Ranger and offered to guide them to the
Ranger station nearest his last sighting.  He also agreed to contact their
families in Lakeshore.  Leaving most of their heavy gear behind, they
followed barely discernable trails out of the Basin and began the hike down
the steep eastern side of the Sierra in the general direction of the town
of Bishop, California.  They saw no one during the entire day.  Although
they were having some trouble breathing, the boys didn't really know how
high they were.  At one point, however, they did look HORIZONTALLY at Piute
Pass which lies at 11,400 feet!  At camp that night in a pleasantly wooded
area, the Ranger said that they would reach the station the next morning.
They shouldn't worry.  The Forest Service would do everything possible to
find their fathers...and to assist them.

After a day in which they had eaten little, the Ranger prepared a large
meal.  Feeling very sleepy, the boys turned in fairly early.  They awoke to
find themselves naked and securely locked in a small windowless, absolutely
bare room in what seemed to be a rough cabin.  Mike suspected that they had
been drugged.

(The Impending Storm)

It was probably nine o'clock or nine thirty when the "Ranger" rattled the
door and delivered their breakfast on tin plates with tin cups of hot
coffee.  They quickly demanded that he tell them what in hell was going on,
but he brusquely growled, "Later!" and gestured for them to eat.

After they finished, he sat back and asked them if they wanted the truth
straight from the shoulder or baby-style.  They chose the former and were
told that: 1) their fathers were dead and their bodies had already been
"disposed of"; 2) their immediate families had been collected at the
Lakeshore Resort, "dispatched" on the road, and buried near Kaiser Pass; 3)
their extended families would never hear from them again - nor would an
eventual search discover any trace of them after they had camped in
Humphreys Basin; 4) they had been sold the year before from a videotape
taken at their preparatory school and in the community.  (He smirked lewdly
and admitted that the sports shots, including several shower scenes, had
drawn a lot of interest!)  and, 5) within a day or two, they would be
transferred to a "training facility" where they would be prepared for their
duties.

Speaking as "one human being to another," their captor said that they
really had only two choices: Build on the hope that their new owner might
be humane, "go with the flow," and try to build a reasonably satisfactory
life.  (Young and handsome, they stood a fair chance of making it.)
OR...they could fight it all the way and probably die within the year,
physically and psychologically broken and in constant pain from serious
punishment.  They should decide which way they wanted to "play it."  Opt
for life or opt to die as quickly as possible.  It was up to them.

Their captor refused to answer any questions and returned the completely
shattered kids to their room.  Over the next two days, they had plenty of
chance to discuss their situation, but, frankly, they were so distraught
that they had trouble concentrating on anything.  They received two
adequate meals a day and were exercised in an enclosed compound.
Otherwise, they were not disturbed.  Naturally, it was bitterly cold at
night, but tightly wrapped together they were able to make it.

(Heat and Brilliant Light)

On the third morning, they awoke as a small plane into which they had been
loaded touched down on a rough runway.  They were still naked, groggy from
being drugged, and tightly bound.  About all they could discern was that it
was hot and the light was painfully bright.  The boys were quickly
separated.  Still bound, they were blindfolded, slung over the shoulders of
two muscular young men, and carried away.

During the next 15 months (ages 14.25-15.5), the two boys neither saw each
other nor did they ever don a stitch of clothing.  Each of their lives
revolved around the man who had carried him away from the plane on arrival,
a man whom each of them came to call "Coach".  Further, each lad was
restricted to one side of the small Caribbean island on which they had
landed, the other side of the island described as being taboo.  Mike tried
to go over there once, but he was hoisted high into the air in a deer trap.
The natives who found him were anything but friendly.  He was placed in a
group of three natives who, evidently, were going to be sacrificed on a
stone altar.  The man ahead of him had just been removed from the group
when Coach and some other men found and rescued him.

They worked for 12-14 hours a day, seven days a week.  There was almost no
"free time" as such.  The entire day, every day, was spent in the company
of Coach, a man who came to be both their leader and their buddy.  Coach
had been well chosen - in each case.  In Mike's case, he was only 26 which
meant that he wasn't too old to be worth talking to - or being viewed as a
friend.  Sometimes it was difficult to distinguish between the two young
men, for Mike quickly developed a magnificent physique that in time would
rival Coach's.  They both had sun-bleached hair on their heads...and a
blond stubble above their cocks.  Their naked bodies had both tanned to a
deep gold.  Neither was a worrywart or even markedly drawn to the inner
side of his personality.  Though intelligent, he was by nature an open (and
quite delightful) jock who tended to live in the moment.  Oh, yes, in
Coach's case, it should be added that he was a bit more than "intelligent."
Indeed, he was brilliant, a Rhodes Scholar and a holder of a Ph.D. in
Psychology from one of the finest universities in the world.  Mike idolized
him...came to sound like him...could not see how he could ever do anything
wrong...looked to him for direction...and developed a crush on him to end
all crushes.  Within a very few days, Mike had adjusted to his new
situation.  (So had Larry, but that's a story for another hour.)  Both boys
opted to live and wanted to succeed.  Nothing motivated them more than
"pleasing Coach".

(Author's Note: If you have caught echoes of the so-called "Stockholm
Syndrome," you are right on target.  This psychological phenomenon seems to
come into play when a captive cannot escape, is isolated and subject to
death, but is shown token acts of kindness by the captor.  Within three or
four days of capture, the psychological shift takes place.  Whatever
negative the mind says about the captor, it tends to be dismissed.  He [or
she] can do no wrong.  Indeed, after World War II, some of the cruelest
concentration camp guards were actually defended in war crimes trials by
their captives!)

Whatever else may be said about Mike's program, it was clear that his mind
and personality were not ignored.  During his long days, he was tutored by
experts in English and German, as well as basic subjects such as
mathematics, history, science, and the like.  As was the case with his
physical and sexual development, he was kept under constant pressure.  One
should note, however, that this pressure was modulated with great skill.
The boy neither broke under it nor did he consciously feel that it was an
issue.  It might also be mentioned that every effort was made to make the
work fun and, thus, to strengthen his sunny, well-mannered disposition.  In
this, Coach was central, coordinating Mike's studies even when he could not
serve as the tutor.

Nowhere was the administration of constant (though skilled) physical and
psychological pressure more effective than in Mike's program of physical
development.  Though the facilities on the island were Spartan, perhaps to
a fault, they were completely modern and adequate to each task that Mike
faced.  This was true whether he was working out on the beach or on
machines.  In those rare cases where needed conditions could not easily be
provided on the island, he was taken to a different location.  (For
example, Mike was twice transferred to a mainland location in Central
America where the mountainous terrain and unbelievable humidity introduced
additional obstacles.  He long remembered spending days in a Honduran
jungle, running up and down mountainsides.  For breaks, he joined Coach in
using machetes to clear heavy growth on steep hillsides.  The temperature
was usually close to 105 degrees Fahrenheit; the humidity, 99 percent!)
Would that a picture could have been taken of the boy as the light faded
and he stood with machete raised, heavily tanned, the sweat rolling down a
filthy, power-packed body that had triumphed over ever obstacle placed in
its way.  That night Coach showed him how erotic extreme sweat could be as
their bodies slid over each other as if greased, driving them mad before
they exploded in screams and geysers of cum.

Naturally, the extensive exercise program was coupled with a closely
supervised diet that included some supplements approved by their medical
consultant.  There was also sports training (in gymnastics and sailing).
The results were marked.  A full photographic record established that the
program was producing heavy growth in muscle size, strength, and
flexibility.  (By age 15.5, he weighed 165 lbs. and stood 5'11" tall.)
Medical examinations established that he was in magnificent health with no
physical problems untreated.  Anecdotal measures suggested that he remained
a happy kid who was enjoying playing the cards that life had dealt him.

The third leg of Mike's program - intense sexual development - provided
some surprises.  Expecting that he was well over on the heterosexual side
of the orientations continuum, the staff had expected far more difficulty
than they experienced.  (They did not know of his experimentation with
Larry, nor did he tell them.)  Yes, there was some use of "arousal" drugs,
especially at the beginning, but no one had suspected that the lad, however
manly, was probably more of a centrist as regarded his orientation.  Nor
with the greatest appreciation for the work that Coach always produced, did
anyone expect the crush that Mike developed for Coach - or the depth of
Coach's feelings for the boy.  Nor, love aside, did anyone anticipate how
appealing and...natural Mike would find Coach's approaches.

For Coach, sex was absolutely natural, informal, and enjoyable.  (Informal?
Well, Coach might suddenly grab Mike as he walked by and pull him back down
onto a very hard cock.  It got so that Mike would walk very slowly by
Coach, hoping that he'd grab him!)  As with the bonobos, sex might simply
be a way of greeting or a form of play, it might be initiated with a caress
or a look rather than a verbal request, and it might be used to smooth over
a rough spot exacerbated by surging adolescent hormones or, more simply, by
nothing more than a bad day.  It is also the case, that Coach was a sexual
master who taught multiple techniques with great skill and enthusiasm.  He
was simply almost perfectly matched with the high sexuality of adolescence
and with where Mike was that year.

Sex took place every day - and rare was the day when it didn't take place
several times.  It most surely was not something that you "worked up to"
after long hours of work in home and office.  It wasn't even something that
usually followed Coach's weekly erotic massage.  More "on demand," it
simply happened...frequently...between two people who were drawn to each
other and found no reasons why their feelings shouldn't be expressed and
enjoyed.  One will guess that by the time Mike was fifteen and a half, he
was a VERY sexual being, however masculine his bearing.

In truth, Larry developed in much the same way, though there were some
differences.  Physically, for instance, he was now beautifully muscled with
every part of his body in perfect proportion.  True, he was not as heavily
muscled as Mike.  Further, he was by nature somewhat less aggressive than
Mike.  However comfortable in expressing his sexuality (where thanks to his
coach, he took a back seat to no one), he did generally prefer a bottom
role.  He, too, it should be mentioned, was thoroughly masculine in his
bearing.  By age 15.5, Larry weighed 155 lbs and stood 5'09.5" tall.  His
medical and anecdotal records were no less impressive than his lifelong
friend's.

(Program's End)

When their basic training was completed, concern shifted to how best to
reintroduce the boys.  The two coaches agreed completely.  After supper one
night, they were simply moved to a room in a new building that neither had
seen before.  As Mike entered the room and saw Larry, the two of them stood
facing each other for, perhaps, a full minute.  Their lips open, they ran
their hands over the other's face and collapsed into tears, smiles, and
laughter.  Before the evening was out, they had come together in passionate
sex.  The staff allowed them two weeks working and living together before
they were turned over to the buyer, a planter who owned vast properties on
an autonomous island in the Indonesian archipelago.


To Be Continued