Date: Mon, 11 Aug 2003 16:46:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Flyboy <jetjockboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dont get caught - part VI

Thank you everyone, for you kind words of encouragement. Here's the next
chapter, I hope you like it.

Again, comments and suggestions are always welcomed.

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Don't Get Caught Part 6

Suddenly, all the lights went on. Rick closed his eyes to shield
them. Seconds later, four guards rushed into the cell, unchained him, and
led him harshly to the toilet/shower area. He was shoved over to the
toilet.

"Do your business, slave." One of the guards shouted at him.

As uncomfortable as he was, using the toilet in front of these men, Rick
made no outward signs to show it. He looked these guards over. They were
all very large, almost as large as the Emir and all bore the uniform of the
Palace Elite Guard unit, one of the most highly trained and dangerous
groups of men in this country.

When he was finished, the guards grabbed him and threw him against the
shower wall. Rick groaned as his ribs smashed into the hard tiles. The
water was turned on, and Rick was glad to feel that it was cold. He
preferred cold showers and today was especially grateful for the cold
water's effect on his aching muscles and foggy head.

Suddenly, one of the guards, the biggest one, kicked him in the groin. Rick
yelped and bent over. The guard yelled at him, "Shower yourself, you piece
of filth!! Surely you don't think we are here to do it for you. It's bad
enough we have to come down here and watch you piss and shit. Hurry up."

Rick got up angrily, grabbed the soap and began to wash himself. Although
told to hurry, his muscles were starting to feel better and he took all the
time he could, letting the cold water soothe him.


In another part of the grand palace, in a large den that the Emir used for
entertaining, the Emir watched the monitor and saw his new slave
showering. The Emir loved to see naked fit men showering themselves. There
was something sensual about the way the water dripped down their bodies and
the way they soaped themselves. And his new slave looked very sexy indeed.

The Emir looked up when he heard the clinking of glasses as his old friend
Nigel entered the room.

Nigel spoke to the Emir in English, "Right mate, tea with lemon, no sugar",
and handed a cup to him. He saw what his friend was looking at, "Oh my,
what have we here?"

"New slave."

"Nice. Say, do I get a crack at him? And when I say crack, I mean it
literally." Nigel laughed

"Of course, my friend, "The Emir was laughing as well, "You are part of the
plan. How could I leave you out of the fun?"

The Emir smiled at his friend Nigel, the former Englishman and now proud
subject of his country. Although a citizen now, he still looked out of
place. It was not just his short blonde hair and blue eyes; it was how he
carried himself and how he dressed. He looked British and always would, but
he was dear to the Emir. The two had met at university, in America. They
were roommates and became quick friends and later discovered that they
shared a mutual interest in men. They became lovers and would find other
men that they could dominate for mutual pleasure. At graduation time, the
Emir had begged his friend to come back with him to his country, but Nigel
had refused, breaking his heart. A year later, Nigel showed up at the
Emir's door, wanted in his own country for the rape of a young man. The
Emir gladly took him in and the two men lived together ever since. Nigel
had attended medical school in his new country and became the physician for
the President and his family. And he had become
 an invaluable asset to the Emir, as his partner, his lover, and his
counselor.

"Look" The Emir pointed to the television screen and both men watched as
the new slave was roughhoused over to the examination table and then bent
over and bound, his feet on the floor. They watched as the guards prepared
an enema and then roughly inserted it into the slave. They saw the slave
attempt to resist every move. And some of his moves to resist were almost
successful.

"Wow, that one is a fighter. Where did you get him?"

"Waleed found him. He is the small one we wanted. He is not a westerner I
think, but otherwise he is what I asked for."

"Where's he from?"

"I am not sure", said the Emir, "He says he is Palestinian, a student, but
he seems a little too...slick. He thinks that by cooperating, I won't break
him, but he's wrong. You see the fight he's giving the guards and with me
he is all `Yes Master, No Master', there's something about him...I don't
know...dangerous. He will stay shackled for a long time I think."

"Do you plan to learn more about who he is?"

"Yes. I have the prison doctor downstairs, that man is such a coward. I
will have him singing like a bird before lunchtime. Also, I have ordered
the paperwork from his arrest, and his picture is circulating amongst the
police and the intelligence community. We will know soon enough who this
new addition to our family is."

"Good plan, Emir."

The Emir stood up, "Let me get down there and move this along." He started
to leave the room.

Nigel stood, too, "Let me come?"

"Not yet my friend, first have your tea."


Rick felt the fluid push his guts to the limit; he dropped his head on the
table and groaned in pain. Not only were his guts hurting, but the pressure
on his insides was causing the pain in his ribs to be excruciating. And, of
course, the more he focused on his pain, the more it hurt.

Finally he heard the water stop, and he tried to empty his guts but found
he could not. His ass was slapped hard as the large guard spoke to him
again, "You will hold that for a while", He laughed, "Its not like you have
a choice about it." And the guards left.

Rick was alone in his misery, his upper body strapped to the table, his
head resting on it. He was sweating profusely as he closed his eyes to try
to think about something other than the pain. He felt a hand hold his and
looked up to see the Emir holding it.

Upon seeing the Emir, Rick was reminded of just how much this man and his
brother looked alike. The Emir was younger and in better physical shape,
but it was unmistakable the two were brothers.

The Emir spoke, "That's it, good boy. You can do this. You look so hot like
this I can't stand it."

Rick groaned.

With his free hand, the Emir pet Rick's hair. He continued to speak, "Just
a little while longer. You can do it."

Rick's agony continued, while the Emir held one of his hands, and with the
other stroked his body uttering words of encouragement. Finally, the Emir
saw the sign he was looking for as tears began to well up in his slave's
eyes. He motioned to the guards to come over and finish. They placed a
bucket under the slave and removed the plug, enabling the slave to empty
himself, and they repeated the enema process 2 more times. They then untied
the slave and put his shackles on, and shackled him to the bed, sitting
upright, collar chained to the wall. By this time, tears were streaming
down the slaves cheeks. The Emir just watched, all the while playing with
his moustache.

When his slave was finally chained and the guards left, the Emir pulled up
his stool, but instead of sitting, he hugged Rick tightly. Rick went limp
in the Emir's arms and started to cry uncontrollably, "It's ok" the Emir
stroked Rick's back, "Cry. I promise it won't feel so bad next time. You
have my word, ok?"

Rick nodded and the Emir sat down on his stool. The Emir wiped the tears
away, while Rick regained control of himself. The Emir held his hand in the
air and snapped his fingers three times. One of the guards appeared with a
large cup of coffee.

"Now", the Emir said, "I am going to unchain those hands so you may
drink. But I warn you; any funny stuff and you will be
punished...severely. And, should you be so stupid as to try to hurt me in
any way, you will be killed. Slowly, and in a more painful and heinous way
than you can even imagine. I paid a good deal of money for you, and it
would be unfortunate, should you meet your demise, but I will not and do
not tolerate misbehavior. If you force me to kill you, all your suffering
will be captured on videotape. And I can assure you I will find out where
to send such a video tape if you force me to make one. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." Rick understood the Emir and believed him, too. He knew he'd
have to only one chance to complete his objective, `wait', he heard his
mentor's voice in his head, `the perfect opportunity will always present
itself, but you must never rush it. You will know when it is time.'

Rick's hands were unchained and he took the cup that was offered to him. My
God, that coffee smelled amazing, and it tasted even better. Rick could not
remember the last time he'd had a cup, He held the cup with both hands and
drank it slowly, savoring the taste. The hatred and anger flowing through
his veins, caused him to entertain a fleeting thought about throwing the
hot liquid in the Emir's face, but he was able to dismiss it quickly. All
the while, the Emir sat on the stool, watching him, while both hands rested
on his new slave's upper thighs.

When the coffee was finished, the Emir took the cup and set it on the
floor. He spoke, "Now, there is work to be done. This chain attached to the
collar around your neck is to be your leash. I pull it and you will
follow. Now give me your hands, I will attach your handcuffs, and then we
are going over to the examination table."

Rick held out his hands in front of him, as the Emir snapped the cuffs. The
Emir then took the leash from the wall and tugged, Rick followed
behind. Two guards appeared from the other side of the room and forcefully
got Rick on the table and bound him to it.

When they were finished, Rick could not move at all. Not even his head. The
finishing touches were the ball gag that was forced in his mouth and the
large dildo that was painfully and quickly shoved in to his ass.

The Emir stood watching, toying with his moustache. When the guards were
finished, the Emir spoke. "Yes, good. You look very nice like
that. Helpless", he laughed, `today will be a busy day for you. We are
having to do things a little out of order, because of the injuries you
received before you came to me. I prefer, when my slaves are injured, it is
by my hand, so their pain is a reminder to them of me." The Emir moved
closer to his new slave and jiggled the butt plug, so as to tease. The
teasing had the desired effect; the slave's cock began to twitch. The Emir
continued to speak, "You first will be examined by a proper physician, my
personal physician, instead of that incompetent ass at the prison. Should
the doctor choose to untie you, you will show him all the cooperation and
respect you show to me, and if you don't, the consequences are the same as
if you'd disrespected me. After the exam, you are the property of the
doctor for the rest of the day. I regret I cannot be here to
 watch, but I must go. I have an Emirate to run. Oh, and don't think I
didn't forget, you are still owed some punishment." The Emir kissed Rick's
cheek and left.

Rick's mind went into overdrive. An Emirate? What was the man talking
about? His brother ran the country. The Emir was not really an Emir of
anything. Rick had read intelligence reports suggesting that the Emir was
delusional, but Rick had seen nothing in the man's behavior to suggest
that. Sure, the Emir was a sick bastard, but delusional? No, I am missing a
piece to the puzzle, Rick thought.

In Rick's world, the concept of illogical did not exist. There existed two
kinds of things; things that could be explained, and things that had yet to
be explained. The key to the Emir's mind was one of the things that had yet
to be explained. But Rick was sure he'd figure it out, after all, he'd
always done so in the past.

Rick's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the
room. A man's face appeared in front of him and he was surprised to see it
was an occidental, in western clothing. A light skinned man probably in his
late forties, with short blonde hair and very light blue eyes. His skin was
pale and he had a funny looking brown mustache, the kind with long ends and
wax on the tips. Very old-fashioned looking. Rick knew there was a word in
English to describe that kind of mustache, but he couldn't remember what it
was.

The tall, thin blond man stroked Rick's cheek and spoke in English, "Well,
slave, I am happy to meet you finally. The Emir tried to keep you from
me. A bit inhospitable really, I must say. Don't you think? Lucky slave you
are, you know. You're the first slave I can remember who has the honor to
be examined by me. I am the royal physician, not a veterinarian."

Rick was surprised to hear not only English, but an English accent as
well. Why was an English doctor here, working for the Emir?

Nigel looked over the slave's body. "No, this won't do I need your arms
up." He looked over for one of the guards and addressed him in halting
Arabic, "Hey, I need some help. Let's get the arms strapped over his head,
yes?"

The guard came over and unstrapped Rick's left arm from its present
position by his side, to up and tight over his head. He then unstrapped the
right arm, but when he began to hold it up over Rick's head, Rick began to
struggle and tried to scream.

Nigel held up his hand to the guard and the guard stopped pulling Rick's
arm. Rick calmed down. Nigel spoke, "I see, so we have a great deal of pain
on the right side. Hold still, slave I want to see what is causing it."
Just to be sure the slave understood, he repeated in Arabic, "hold still I
want to see."

With the guard holding Rick's arm as securely as a strap, Nigel began to
probe the slave's chest. "Yes, I see, bruised or broken ribs. That must
hurt. Now, the arm", as Nigel prodded and moved Rick's arm, the struggling
started again, "I see. I wonder how long this shoulder has been
dislocated. You should never, never let a thing like that go without
seeking medical treatment. Only one thing to do about that, and I'm afraid
it will be quite unpleasant."

Nigel looked at the slave's face to see signs that the English was being
understood, but all he saw was wincing. Nigel continued to speak, "Not sure
I can do this with you all bound like that, but we'll give it a go, and
worse case, we'll have to do it again." Nigel put his hands on Rick's
shoulder. "Take a deep breath...Ok now, on the count of three. ONE...!"

Rick took a deep breath and held it in, just as the doctor shoved his
shoulder into it's socket, he screamed so loud from the intense pain that
the gag couldn't even muffle it.

Rick closed his eyes and tried to breathe the pain away. He heard the
doctor laugh.

"Yes, it works better if you do it before you actually get to `three'. I
knew you understood English by the way."

The pain subsided somewhat as Rick realized his mistake. He was tired,
hungry, and in pain, but he'd been trained better than that. He was so
angry with himself that he barely noticed the next few items in his
examination.

Nigel then had the guards assist, as Rick was turned over on his stomach
and strapped down again. This time a pad was placed under his hips and his
legs were strapped wide apart, thus raising his ass in the air and leaving
him completely exposed. Nigel quickly examined Rick's upper body, so he
could pay attention to the exposed ass. And what a nice, round one it was,
he thought. He removed the butt plug and lubed up a finger, "Do make this
easy on me slave, one way or another I will accomplish what I want."

Rick felt the doctor's finger try to invade and tightened up, the finger
was relentless as it pushed its way in. The butt plug had been larger, but
the finger was moving around the walls of his hole and although he didn't
want it to, it was sending quivers up Rick's spine. The finger was then
removed and Rick felt something larger try to go in...two fingers. This
time Rick tried to relax as best he could, realizing that there was no
stopping the invasion.

The doctor spoke, "Good boy, relax. Yes, very good." As the fingers moved
all around. Rick felt the doctor's other hand reach under his stomach until
it grabbed his cock, "Nice and hard. Perfect." As he drew his hand
away. The fingers continued their assault until they found their
target. Then, they stopped moving. Touching his prostate, but immobile.

Rick groaned and tried to move. The doctor laughed. "Now, don't rush
things. Lay still boy. You realize from my present position I can cause you
lots of pleasure or lots of pain. Now hold still. The fingers touching his
prostate moved ever so slightly, causing Rick's heart to beat madly in his
chest. All other sensations were gone; Rick's focus was entirely on that
finger inside him. So much so that he never heard the sound of the paddle
until it hit his left ass cheek. Rick tried to jump, but couldn't move at
all. As the pain hit, so did the intensity of that finger, as Nigel had
begun rubbing it again. Rick had never felt anything that intense in his
life, the pain and the pleasure merging into one sensation.

Swat!! This time on the other side of his ass. As the finger and the paddle
continued, Rick felt that feeling start at the base of his thighs. In
seconds, he was cumming and twitching and the while the unrelenting finger
and the paddle continued their assault.

Finally the finger was removed, as Rick fought to catch his breath. The
doctor spoke again, "Well, that was indeed a wonderful response. You are
one lucky slave, I find you physically fit to serve the needs of the Emir."

Rick heard the Englishman snap his fingers, and felt the two guards turn
him over and strap him again to the table, immobile. His ass burned from
the friction with the table combined with the effects of the paddle. He was
getting very tired and his head was starting to fog over. Nigel saw the
attempts the slave was making to remain clear, his eyes going in and out of
focus. Nigel smiled, "Now come on boy, we have so much yet to do, stay with
me."

Rick watched the Englishman walk over to the gym lockers and pull out what
looked like medical equipment. An IV, a needle and some other
apparatus. Focus, he thought, stay clear, you can beat the drugs; you know
you can do it.

Nigel spoke, "No, it's not what you think. I think you are a little
dehydrated, maybe tired from spending the night in such an uncomfortable
fashion. This IV is just a little something to help you stay with me." Rick
felt the prick in his arm, braced himself and waited for what was to come
next. Nigel then held up what looked like 2 silver rings and spoke again,
"You like, little one? Platinum. One for each of those very nice
nipples. Emir's orders. We don't want the new toy to have an infection and
we can't play with him anymore." He stopped to laugh. Rick looked at the
nipple rings. These things looked huge and he knew this was going to
hurt. A lot. Nigel continued to speak, "Yes, I know they are so nice and
big, it will show the other slaves how important you are. And it will
remind you of how important you are to us, there will never be a moment
that you will not feel them pulling on those sensitive nipples, never a
moment that you will forget the generous gift your owners have
 given to you."

Rick closed his eyes; he had no desire to watch this. All during his
career, he'd been so careful not to mark his body in any way. No
identifying marks. And now, this Englishman in the Emir's court was going
to pierce his nipples. He lay there helpless, immobile, bracing himself for
the pain.

He felt the Englishman's hands on his body, first stroking his cock gently,
and when there was no reaction, he felt the hands begin to play with his
nipples. As much as he wished his body wouldn't react, it did. And all the
while the Englishman was speaking, "Oh, yes, very nice".

Suddenly, Rick howled into his gag, as a slap landed across his cheek. The
Englishman spoke, "You want to keep your eyes closed? Ok, let me help you."

Rick opened his eyes, to see the Englishman with a blindfold made from
leather. Rick tried to move his head, but to no avail, and suddenly he was
without sight. Blinded and speechless, hungry and exhausted. Reliant on the
mercy of a madman. Come on, he thought to himself. Come on, you can do
this. They can't leave you like this forever. Two stabs of a pin and the
piercing is over. I can do this. I can do this.

It was right then that he felt the Englishman pinch his nipple, and then a
sharp stabbing pain that started in the nipple, and traveled straight down
to his cock. Every muscle in his body tightened up, and that just added to
the incredible sharp pain that ricocheted from the nipple out everywhere
and back.

Soon the sharp pain subsided and was replaced with a more dull one and Rick
knew the ring was in. Rick was panting and he felt the sweat running down
his face. The Englishman spoke, "There now, that was not so bad, was it?
You should see how pretty it looks. Not too much blood either. Now relax
for one minute. I think this time I would like to hear your screams, so I
am going to take off this gag. What do you think?"

Rick lay there, just breathing, trying to will the pain away, aware that he
was going to have to go through it one more time. He heard footsteps and
then the Emir's voice, "Well Nigel, what have we here? Taking your time
today, aren't you?" Rick felt a hand touch his hair; he assumed it was the
Emir's. The Emir continued to speak, "How is my brave little Mujahid? So
pretty your new nipple. But I think we need to take off this blindfold, I
want to see your pretty eyes when the doctor here puts in your other ring."

He felt the blindfold being manipulated and finally removed. The Emir was
standing over him, still playing with his hair, while the Englishman
removed the gag. The Emir looked at his English friend, "Now we can
continue. Hey, how much you want to bet me he doesn't scream?"

Nigel looked thoughtful, "Hmm. I hate to contradict you, but I think he's a
screamer. I'll bet you...hmmm...", his face lit up as an idea came upon
him, "I know...winner gets him for the afternoon."

The Emir laughed, "You are on."

Rick looked up at the Emir, who winked at him. Suddenly, he struggled in
his bonds and was able to free a leg. At the sound of the commotion, four
guards ran into the cell. It took all four to overpower the mostly bound
man and replaced the restraints that had loosened. All the while, the Emir
looked on, playing with his moustache and wearing an expression of
amusement.

The Emir spoke to Rick. "You amuse me, Mujahid. Just where do you think you
would have gone? You don't honestly think you can escape from here, do you?
This is not a second rate prison for wayward American GI's, you know." The
Emir changed language from Arabic to English. "No, there will be no escape
for you, my little Cuban friend."

Rick looked at the Emir and said nothing.

The Emir continued, "You had to know I was going to make enquiries. You are
the one they call the Cuban are you not?"

Rick hated being called that. Calmly and evenly he responded, "Yes"

"You grew up in Cuba and now you work for the Israelis."

"Yes"

"You are personally responsible for the deaths of some of my very close
associates?"

"yes"

"And you came here to try to kill me and my brother?"

"Yes"

"And now you are my little slave"

Rick did not answer. The Emir motioned to Nigel who prepared the other
nipple for piercing. The procedure was quick, and although it was just as
painful as the first time, Rick kept control, he did not allow his muscles
to tighten, he did not scream out. But he was having to work harder and
harder to keep his eyes in focus and his mind clear -- to keep out the
blackness that was circling his head.

The Emir motioned around the room, "You know, there are cameras
everywhere. I am going to take the most delightful pictures of you and send
them back to your government. Look what I have made out of your big time
secret agent." He laughed.

Rick met the Emir's eyes with that same smoldering look he had used on the
prison doctor, "Bullshit", he said in English, peppered with a Spanish
accent. "You will never do it, if you did, you know they will come here and
find me."

The Emir looked over at his English friend, "You know what Nigel? Although
I won the bet, I think I will let you have him for the rest of today. I
still have more to talk about with that piece of shit prison doctor." He
turned to Rick "Oh little one, I am sorry for what you will be going
through in the near future. But don't worry. Now that I know who you are,
it makes me want you all the more." He kissed Rick's forehead and left.

Rick turned his eyes to look at the Englishman. He was smiling as he held
up the leather hood for Rick to see. "Now for some sensory deprivation
therapy", he said, "Tell me, you're the secret spy agent, is it true that
impairing one or two senses alters the brain such that the subject is
unable to think properly? I think I read that in James Bond novel. Let's
see if it's true."

Rick tried to struggle but the Englishman was successful in placing
earplugs in Rick's ear, a gag over his mouth, and the hood over his
head. He was cuffed at the ankles and wrists and picked up by some one
large, who slung him over the shoulders, carried him across the room, and
laid him on the bed. His feet were then chained to the bottom of the bed
and his wrists to the top. When his arm was pulled up, he tried to struggle
and yell from the pain, but all he got for his trouble was a hard slap on
his cock.

As he lay there, unable to move, see, or hear, he allowed his mind to
succumb to the blackness.