Date: Wed, 06 Jul 2011 10:46:48 -0700
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: The Case of Nigel Chapman

The Cast of Nigel Chapman.

Present Day.........

The three solicitors were gathered in the large study going over the
documents and terms of the will belonging to Sir Edward Chapman.

"I see three names here in the will. Elizabeth Browning, Sandra Higgins and
Nigel Chapman." Remarked one solicitor. "I only know of Elizabeth and
Sandra. Who is Nigel?"

Another solicitor spoke up. "That was Sir Edwards son. Elizabeth and Sandra
were his daughters."

"Why has he not been mentioned before? Has he been contacted?"

Another solicitor stood up. "Nigel was a vicar. He was 31 years old when he
went to Egypt on behalf of the church of England. He was never heard from
again."

The first solicitor removed his glasses and sat them on the desk.

"How long ago was that?"

"About three years ago."

"Well, its a loose end. We cannot execute the will until all parties named
are present. Or we have some proof Nigel is no longer living."

"We have hired a detective." Another solicitor spoke up. "He has gone to
Egypt to try and trace the where abouts of Nigel."

The first solicitor closed his brief case. "Then we have no further
business until the detective returns with Nigel." He stood and picked up
his briefcase. "Good day, gentlemen."

Peter Bradley had been a private detective for nine years after retiring
from the police force. There was not much to go on this case. A young vicar
disappears after going to Egypt. No letters no communications at
all. Basically no place to start. Peter checked in with the local Catholic
church to see what he could learn from any Priests.

Peter did learn that Nigel had gone to Syria and or Iraq. Nobody remembered
much from three years ago. Peter began in Syria, taking a plane to Damascus
where he learned Nigel was in a convoy headed into Iraq when it was
attacked by the military. Things seemed to end at that point for Peter.

Three years earlier.........

Nigel boarded the bus that was bound for Mosul. It was hot, dusty and very
noisy in the bus. By late afternoon, Nigel was running a bit low on
water. One of the passengers said there would be a rest stop soon. Suddenly
the bus was surrounded by military trucks and jeeps. Everyone was forced
off the bus and herded into the military trucks.

They were taken to a nearby military encampment. As they were pulled off
the trucks, the soldiers seemed to sorting the men in separate directions.

One soldier spotted Nigel. "Hey! This one here is a Christian. Got a collar
on!"

"Bring'em to this tent." Another soldier shouted. Nigel was shoved into the
tent with a dozen other men.

All the prisoners were ordered to strip and toss their clothes in one pile
on the floor. They were ordered to stand legs apart and hands behind their
heads. Several soldiers then went around cuffing their hands behind their
backs. Once they had been cuffed they were forced to their knees. Nigel
stood out with his white skin.

"Where you from?" The guard asked.

"England," Nigel replied. "I'm a vicar."

The soldiers laughed. "That means you must have a tight ass!"

All the soldiers laughed again. One of the officers walked in.

"Take him to my tent."

Nigel was yanked to his feet and shoved over to the nearby tent.

One of the officers struck Nigel hard across the ass with a leather belt.

"Get on your knees, pig!"

"So you are a vicar?"

"Yes, yes. That's right."

The officer slapped Nigel hard across the face.

"A PIG only has two words to speak!" He grabbed Nigel by the hair and
yanked his head back. "Those two words are YES SIR! Now try again."

"Yes, sir!" Nigel repeated.

"You ever had a bucket of water hung from your balls?"

"No, sir!"

"Fuck up one more time and you will!"

The officer sat down in front of Nigel. "Is it true you don't have sex?"

Nigel swallowed, "yes, sir."

"You ever had a hard cock shoved up your ass?"

"No, sir."

"Ever had a hard cock in your mouth?"

"No, sir."

The officer laughed as he was joined by three more officers.

"I think we got a virgin vicar."

All the officers laughed. "I think we should introduce you to some Muslim
cock!"

"He's a vicar. He should have a collar!"

Another officer spoke up. "We don't have a collar but I got a big leather
belt.

I'll put a hole in it and we'll put it around his neck."

"Yeah!. We'll use the remainder like a leash"

Nigel was bent over and strapped down to a small table. For the next few
hours he was ravaged by the officers at both ends. The mouth and the
anus. For the final insult and humiliation, Nigel was forced to his knees
and made to masturbate in front of the officers.

However, Nigel was not the only man to suffer such a humiliating
disgrace. Several other men were singled out for sexual pleasure among the
soldiers. Some of the men were flogged before being raped. It was Nigel's
first experience in the world of war. Over the next three days, Nigel was
not raped again, but he was forced to sucking off the officers when they
liked.

On the forth day two trucks pulled up at the encampment. They were not
military. The men were civilian and they talked a long time with the
officers. When they were finished, Nigel and seven other men were forced
into the civilian trucks. After what seemed like hours, the trucks stopped
and the men were taken into a barn. There was a room with shower head
hanging from the ceiling. The men were forced to stand in a group as other
men sprayed them with soap. Then the shower heads sprayed them off.

Nigel had no idea he had been taken into Turkey. The men were all put into
one cell with large steel bars. There was one man that appeared to be in
charge. He carried a whip and a pistol. He walked up to the cell.

"Listen, you PIGS! You will be here for a day or so. I better not catch
anyone masturbating! You hear me? I'll tear the meat off your back!"

He walked around to the other side of the cell.

"That goes for sex too! I better not catch any one of you pigs humping
anyone! That goes for sucking COCKS! The punishment for that is castration!
Keep you hand and your cocks to yourselves!"

The husky man put the whip over his shoulder and walked out of the
room. There were guard outside the cell all night.

One by one the men were taken from the cell. Nigel was led down a hallway
to another room. The guard jabbed him with the rifle butt.

"When you go in kneel down in front of Nergis. Keep you head down and don't
look at him."

It was like a large living room of some sort. Fancy tapestries, rugs, sofas
and chairs. In one of the chairs sat a bearded man with a white turban on
his head.

"You are the Englishman. The Christian?" He asked

"Yes, sir." Nigel replied.

"How old are you?"

"Thirty one, sir."

"A good sexual age. Stand up so I can look at you. Turn around slowly."

Nigel slowly turned his around. Humiliation swept over him as he could feel
Nergis eyes scanning every inch of his naked body.

Nergis spoke softly. "I have a friend that would be interested in you. You
may kneel again."

Nigel dropped to his knees.

"His name is Bozkurt. Do you know what that means?"

"No, sir."

"Grey Wolf. He is very fond of white Englishmen. Especially one that is
Christian."

Nigel spoke up. "Please, sir! I'm a vicar!"

Nergis smiled. "I know. Thats what makes you desirable."

Nergis snapped his fingers immediately two guards entered. "Take him to
training."

For the next two day, Nigel was subject to the most humiliating and
degrading tasks he never could imagine. His body was shaved of all hair,
completely. He was forced to crawl on the ground and lick the feet of his
guards. His ass was whipped, his nipples were whipped and his genitals were
whipped. His response to commands was immediate. His nipples were pierced
and silver bars inserted through them. There was some talk about piercing
his penis, but they put a silver cock ring around it instead.

He was forced to lick the gland of guards penis until ejaculation. His task
was to catch the sperm and lick the penis clean from top to bottom. More
humiliating, Nigel was forced to kiss the ass cheeks of the guards and then
use his tongue to clean the sphincter. He was given a drug to drink that
stimulated the male sex hormones and caused him to have very frequent
erections. Usually about eight to ten.

Once his erection was so hard that he twitched his cock several times and
he ejaculated. His ass was whipped and he was forced to clean his own sperm
with his tongue. He was told ejaculation was only allowed if it was
requested by a Master. At the end of the two days, Nigel was a broken,
subdued and humble man. On the third day, he was led to the auction house.

The stage was about ten foot long. The auctioneer was a big heavy set man
with a black turban and a thick black beard.

"Get up here!" He shouted to Nigel.

Nigel walked up the steps and stopped on the stage. His penis was standing
fully erect.

"We have here a white Englishman. A vicar no less. As you can he has a nice
stiff cock!"

The crowd laughed and mumbled amongst themselves.

"Walk back and forth across the stage."

Nigel did as instructed, walking as normally as he could.

"Face the crowd!" Nigel turned.

"Present yourself!"

Nigel clasped his hands behind his head, knelt on the floor with his knees
spread wide apart. His penis standing straight out and his testicles
dangling underneath.

"Turn around and bend over!"

Nigel turned, placing his head on the floor of the stage.

"Present your cock hole!

Nigel grabbed his ass cheeks and held them wide apart for everyone to
see. The crowd mumbled and a few comments were made about his nice pink
sphincter.

"Turn around and show them your other cock hole!"

Nigel turned, placed his hands on his knees and opened his mouth wide as he
could.

"His nipples have been pierced. You can attach whatever you like. His cock
and balls are not pierced. Your choice there." The auctioneer slammed his
gavel down. "You all have your markers. We start the bidding in pounds!"

"600" One man held up his marker. "700" "1000" The auctioneer acknowledged
the bids with the nod of his head. "1200" "1500"

"2000. If he shakes his hips and makes his cock bounce!"

"you heard the man! Bounce you cock!"

Nigel rocked his hips quickly back and forth. His penis jumped up and down,
the head tapped against his stomach as it bounced.

"2500" Another man shouted. "4000!" Was heard from the back. The crowd went
silent, the auctioneer slammed his gavel twice. "SOLD! 4000 pounds!"

Nigel was taken off stage and placed in a wire cage on the floor.

"Go on! Get in there. Your new Master will be along to get you."

Nigel did not know it at the time, but Bozkurt was the man that bought
him. No one dared bid higher against the Grey Wolf.

Nigel was taken to the villa of Bozurt's in Turkey. It was a fantastic
home. Six bedrooms, five bathrooms a large octagon living room that led to
a huge patio and two swimming pools. The kitchen was much larger than
Nigel's flat back in England. Nigel was one of four male slaves the Grey
Wolf owned. Three of them were white the third was dark skinned as he was a
Greek. One of the slaves was from Germany. The other two were from Denmark.

The slaves had no names, just a small number tattooed on their right
buttocks. The Greek was "5" The German was "6" The two from Denmark "8" and
"9" Nigel was tattooed with a "7"

"This is how you will be called. The Master does not tolerate the use of
names for his slaves. Never be heard using a name."

Nigel was put to work as part of the serving staff and worked in the
kitchen. His job was serving food Master Bozkurt and anyone else there
might be as his guest. He was always to serve in the nude. A clean shaved
body everyday. The only thing Nigel was allowed to wear was his cock ring
that had the initial "GW7" stamped into it. Two nipple rings also with the
initials "GW7"

The two cooks were both women and showed very little tolerance toward
Nigel.

"You do as you're told and you keep you mouth shut!" The woman said
harshly. "We'll get along just fine then."

It took almost a year before Nigel learned to control and use his body the
way Master Bozkurt liked. It also took several trips to the punishment
rooms. One where he was hung upside down with his legs pulled open.

Master Bozkurt had a favorite cane that he used to whip the crack of
Nigel's ass and sphincter. Master Bozkurt liked to do it three times a
day. Nigel knew Master Bozkurt meant business about his rules. One of the
men from Denmark was caught masturbating in the bathroom. Master Bozkurt
had him removed and sent to a Turkish prison. He was replaced with a young
Italian man who got the number "8"

Present Day..........

Peter arrived in Turkey early Tuesday morning. He was to have a meeting
with a man that traveled back and forth between Syria, Iraq and Turkey. His
name was Mehtab.

"Yes, I remember hearing about an Englishman. A vicar I think."

Peter smiled, "yes, that would be him."

"As you know, the slave trade is still alive and well. The military as well
as civilians will take money for anything."

"But do you know where he actually wound up?"

"A man called Nergis sold him off to a Turkish man. Bozkurt."

"How do I get in touch with this Mr. Bozkurt?"

Mehtab wrote a number down on a piece of paper. "It would be safer to call
this man. Explain what your business is with Bozkurt. If he agrees you will
have the meeting. If he does not. You should go back to England and forget
about it."

Peter put the paper in his coat pocket, paid the man and went back to his
hotel. He called the number and was told to wait by the phone. Several
hours later the phone rang and the voice on the other end said a car would
be sent for him. It was a black Mercedes limousine. The doors were locked
by the driver and Peter was taken to the home of Bozkurt.

Peter was led into the large octagon living room where Bozkurt was
seated. Two naked men were kneeling on each side of him next to his
chair. Peter noticed they both had erections.

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Bozkurt."

"Forget the mister. Call me Bozkurt."

Peter nodded. "I'm a private investigator for the Chapman family. I'm here
to discover the where abouts of Nigel Chapman. I had it on good information
that you could provide some light on the subject."

Bozkurt snapped his fingers, in walked a naked man with perfect posture. He
paraded up to Bozkurt and knelt down at his feet. "I believe this is the
man you seek."

Peter stared at Nigel. He did look somewhat like the photographs he
had. However, the photos were of a man with a full head of hear and a
mustache.

"Are you Nigel Chapman?"

Nigel glanced over to Bozkurt.

Bozkurt nodded to him. "You may speak to this man. You may answer him."

"Yes, sir. I am Nigel Chapman."

"I'm a detective hired by your late fathers estate. The will names you and
both your sisters. The solicitors require that all parties be present at
the reading."

Nigel shook his head. "I don't want to go back. You can tell them that."

Peter looked astounded. "You don't want to go back? You want to run around
here naked? Why ever for, man?"

"Because I do. I want to stay with Master Bozkurt."

Peter shook his head and pulled a letter from his coat pocket. "I have an
affidavit that you must sign to relinquish your part of the estate. Saying
that it can be divided between your sisters." He was instructed to hand it
to Bozkurt.

"I'm sure the detective would have no problem getting enough money to
purchase you from me. I won't stop you from going if you want."

Peter nodded. "I'm sure we can attain an amount that would satisfy you."

Nigel spoke up. "I'll sign the paper and you can leave."

Bozkurt asked for a pen and handed the paper to Nigel.

It was signed and given to Peter. "There you have it," Bozkurt said. "The
car will take you back to the hotel."

Peter walked toward the door , turning once to look back at Nigel. Bozkurt
was standing naked from the waist down. Nigel had his mouth wrapped around
the huge cock, bobbing his head up and down...........END