Date: Mon, 20 May 2002 19:14:57 -0700 From: Nick Stark Subject: Foxhole Part II "FOXHOLE" by Nick D. Stark Part II The rebel camp bristled with activity. Diego, the Rebel leader, wanted the cameras to pick up the bustling, efficient camp in the background, so that the government would know they were not dealing with a bunch of undernourished, untrained boys. His men all wore the uniform of the Revolutionary Army, drab green in order to move through the thick jungle unseen. The camp itself was a double row of Quonset huts, one of which Diego used as his Headquarters and also personal quarters. This building had the rebel flag flying on a wooden pole in front of it. Located right next door was a heavily guarded Quonset hut, with iron bars on the blacked out windows. The only evidence of the building's use was the occasional scream, or the fact that men entered on their two feet, and left on a stretcher or in a body bag. Inside were four prison cells with floor to ceiling bars, several stout chairs, upright floor-to-ceiling posts, and a variety of implements of torture. All this was in the background as Nick Stark, Captain, US Marines, was brought back to consciousness by a bucket of cold water dashed in his face. As the TV camera lights blazed, blinding Nick, he twisted his head away in shame. The built Marine's nearly naked body was heavily bound with chains, snug up under his firm hairy pecs, and around to his back where his thick wrists were painfully lashed. Further chains shackled Nick's ankles, his burly hair-covered thighs fully exposed. Nick wore only his military issue skivvies, his heavy balls showing a prominent bulge. The waistband of the worn olive drab briefs slung low on Nick's hips, a wide expanse of the Marine's rock hard belly exposed below the navel, the hair growing thicker and thicker as it disappeared into Nick's crotch. Even though his head throbbed with a dull ache, the result of his being clubbed into unconsciousness, Nick knew enough to be ashamed; not due to any sense of modesty, since his years in the Corps had wiped away any shyness about male nudity, but rather at his capture. Nick was a veteran of many combat missions, and had one of the highest success rates among the solo operatives. He had had many scrapes and close calls over the years, but had never fallen into enemy hands. Nick had earned the right to work alone, and often a single man had the best success rate, when sensitive missions were called for. It had been Nick's choice to bring along on this mission his younger half brother Shawn. SHAWN! Oh god. Nick hung head at the sense of helplessness. Shawn was out there alone, but Nick knew he had the good sense to follow orders, and if Shawn followed procedures there would be no problems. Nick knew that Shawn would sneak into camp tonight and take a quick series of infrared photos of the Rebel camp, to verify troop strength and weaponry. Satisfied that Shawn must certainly be out of danger, Nick started to get mad. The TV camera was still broadcasting the image of the captured hunk Marine via satellite feed to all the major networks across Central America and the US. Diego, his handsome face and strong body in a clean General's uniform, was standing in front of Nick, reading a prepared statement to the cameras. Diego was very charismatic; it was easy to see how he had built up a force around him, his lieutenants hand picked based on their loyalty to Diego himself, even before the Rebel cause. Nick knew enough Spanish to know that Diego was stating the mission of the Rebel army, demanding the overthrow of the government, and reading off a list of demands. Nick was clearly visible only a couple yards behind Diego, and as he finished up his prepared speech, he switched to English. "If our demands are not met, we will torture and execute the US Marine who violated our sovereign domain." He gestured toward Nick, then walked over to where Nick was bound with his broad back to a stout pole. The Rebel General boldly grabbed Nick's arm, and twisted the bicep to face the camera. Nick's heavy pecs tensed, and he tried to twist his torso away, but not before Diego showed the world Nick's USMC tattoo on his pumped, flexing bicep. Diego released Nick's arm, then grabbed up Nick's dogtags as they jangled on Nick's thick furred torso. He began to read "Nick Stark, Captain, USMC, serial number." and as he did so Nick started to thrash back and forth, in a vain attempt to break free. He knew the struggle was irrational, and that there was no way to break the chains. Indeed, they had used far more chain than was necessary, obviously for effect. Diego continued, ". is now a prisoner of war of the Revolutionary Army." At hearing the words, "prisoner of war," Nick started to go nuts, twisting and thrashing violently, cursing and insulting his captors. Diego, still holding Nick's dogtags, stepped back a pace. But not out of fear. Nick never saw it coming, but Diego pulled back his arm, and drove a vicious right hook into Nick's jaw. The SMACK was audible to the viewers back in the States, and Nick's lights went out instantly. The handsome head sagged on his chest, his unshaven jaw resting on the hair pattern on his upper pec. Diego gave a vicious jerk, and yanked the dogtags from his thick neck. He was no longer a Marine, he was now just a prisoner. Diego smiled slowly; he couldn't have scripted it better if he had tried. The stupid jarhead Marine had done exactly as Diego thought he would. The broadcast was over, the camera shut down and the lights were turned off. Diego grabbed Nick's Marine buzz, and lifted his unconscious head. No reaction. He let go and again Nick's head slumped. Beckoning to two of his lieutenants, Diego said "Take him to the brig, strip him, and lock him in one of the cells. His ass is yours, I want the pig raped." Diego's lieutenants were already unlocking the chains that held Nick to the pole, grinning lasciviously. There we no women in camp, and sex between the soldiers was forbidden, at least technically. Getting a shot at the Marine's tight ass would relieve some of their pent up appetites. "But General, don't you want to pop his cherry? We would be happy to have your semen lubricate the prisoner's ass for us to fuck him." Diego grinned knowingly but shook his head. "No. He's not worth the effort. My needs will be taken care of, I assure you." With that, the men laid Nick on the ground, still chained and out cold. A quick slit up the side of Nick's briefs with a razor sharp knife, a quick yank of the fabric, and Nick was stripped naked. His immense cock and balls lay dormant in a thick patch of dark hair. The lieutenants were visibly impressed, and they were both very hung men. They stood, and used their boots to flip Nick over face down. His firm muscled ass was exposed now, his huge arms bound high on his back, attached by more chains to his neck. A light dusting of hair rode up Nick's asscrack, getting slightly thicker as it disappeared into his virgin ass. Each man bent down and grabbed under one of Nick's armpits, and they began to drag him to the heavily guarded Quonset. The prisoner's head hung limp as they dragged him unceremoniously toward his fate. Diego's eyes were glued to Nick's thick muscled back and buttocks, as his men dragged the naked Marine away. Diego started to walk back to his headquarters building, when he caught sight of Cassini, who was casually leaning against one of the Quonset huts, smoking a cigarette. "Quite a show, Diego. You know they'll never give in to your demands," Cassini said with the smugness of a mercenary who had no interest in his employer's cause. Diego gave the paid gun a tight lipped smile. "It doesn't matter, I win either way. If they do as I say, the Revolution is well served. If they do not, I will thoroughly enjoy breaking the prisoner. And there is the added benefit of his younger brother." Cassini locked eyes with Diego. "He's yours, once I'm paid. I delivered both Marines, as contracted." The whole world knew that Diego held Nick Stark prisoner, but only a handful knew that his younger half brother Shawn Evans was also a captive in the rebel camp. Cassini continued, "I had the men put Evans in your personal quarters. He's been injected to keep him out for a while. He's naked, handcuffed and shackled." Diego's eyebrows raised slowly. "Naked? You'd better not have touched him, that was the deal." Cassini tossed his cigarette butt away, and snorted disdainfully. "Me? Of course not, I have no interest, although he is a fine specimen. I saw how your men were looking at him when I brought him in, and knew I had to take precautions. He's got a belt tight around his waist, with another keeping a plug firm in his ass. I knew your men wouldn't dare remove it. Don't worry, it's a small plug, he won't be stretched out. In fact I had a hard time getting it in; he's tight. He even moaned a bit as I inserted in, despite being drugged." Diego nodded his approval. "Very good. See my lieutenant Enrique, he has your payment." Cassini nodded, he knew Enrique and knew where to find him. Without another word, Cassini turned and walked away. Thus, Diego couldn't see the shit eating grin on Cassini's face. Cassini had a secret; he had a very small cock, and had indeed raped the unconscious Shawn, knowing full well it would never be detected. A load of semen deposited up the smooth, muscled Marine's ass was the ultimate betrayal. The plug was a ruse to throw Diego off, and it worked like a charm. Diego turned and headed toward the center of camp. He had plenty of time to toy with Shawn while his men were having their way with Nick. When he was sated, he would see to Nick's torture. He had big plans for the big Marine, in fact he was the key to Diego getting that which he truly wanted most.