Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2012 13:40:49 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aden and the Arabs Pt.1

This story is what I would call FACTION, (combination of fact and fiction).
The totally fiction part is that involving sex. The totally fact part is
the flying and ship details.

			    ADEN AND THE ARABS
			 Part 1 - Prisoner of War

It was bloody stupid. The boss had emphasised at every briefing.

"Don't fly low on these strafing runs, their small arms fire can bring you
down."

The only time we were supposed to fly low was when we went into the DZs,
(Drop Zones), to drop or pick up troops. Strafing runs were carried out on
equipment, personnel were to be avoided, ground troops would sort them out
if we had buggered up their heavy stuff.

Too bloody smart for my own good this day. There was a concentration of
rebels that I spotted soon after dropping a bunch of infantry. I couldn't
resist so I told my door gunner I was going to make a low pass and he was
to spew enough lead around to take out a load of them. Well, he did, I was
shown how many later.

I was just about at the end of my run with my gunner screaming in glee at
such easy targets when I felt a thud at the back, towards the tail cone. A
few seconds later I knew what it was. My hydraulic lines to my tail rotor
had been cut. The Westland Wessex didn't fly very well with no tail rotor
control and despite calling on all my skill as a pilot I ploughed in to the
desert soon after. There was only my gunner and me and we walked away from
the crash unscathed if a little shaken. We both carried Pistols and
Sterling Sub Machine guns with two spare ammunition clips in our flying
overalls. Our emergency packs contained water, mainly, and a few K
rations. The only other thing we carried of any importance was our `Goolie
Chits'.

`Goolie Chits', yes I know, funny name but they were supposed to save our
balls. The rebels had a nasty habit of returning captured officers to the
political agent at Steamer Point. It was usually with their balls sewn into
their mouth. If you hadn't bled to death you were in such deep shock that
you would never be an effective fighting machine again. The Goolie Chit was
written in English and Arabic promising a large number of gold sovereigns
for the un-mutilated return of the holder. They usually returned other
ranks for the money but returned officers were a rarity, not still with
their balls attached anyway.

I had a very good reason therefore to get out of this one. It didn't work
out that way though. The rebels had seen me go down and were seriously
pissed off so they came hunting. We took a hand full of them out before we
ran out of ammunition and then we surrendered. Nothing dramatic, my gunner
was ok and I found out much later that the rebels had returned him
unharmed, well, a little bit bashed up but nothing too dramatic. As we
walked into their camp I was shown the result of our strafing run,
impressive, so I didn't realistically expect to be attached to my balls for
very long.

I don't think I'm a particularly brave soul, nor am I normally stupid so I
realised that begging and pleading would do me no good, I decided that I
would die with my pride intact if nothing else. My gunner was taken away
and interrogated before being returned to Steamer Point.

I was amazed at my treatment. I was taken to a bathroom facility, a tent
with no roof actually, housing an oil drum shower, told I could bathe and
then given a set of khaki's, neatly washed and pressed, to wear
afterwards. My flying overalls were pretty grungy and torn after my
escapade. I transferred my gold epaulets from the overalls to the tabs on
the shoulders of the khaki shirt, probably just an act of bravado, a Naval
Lieutenant was not going to be the most popular person in this camp, donned
my own briefs and desert boots, plus the shorts, not forgetting to slip my
goolie chit into a breast pocket of the shirt, and was led off to see the
leader.

I entered a very pleasant Bedouin type tent, heavily camouflaged I noticed,
and was told to sit. A few minutes later a quite imposing figure walked in
clad in immaculate army fatigues. I jumped to my feet which gave me a
better perspective of him. My guess was an even six feet tall, about two
inches taller than me. Definitely very athletic, his fitted fatigues showed
a well formed body, broad shoulders slim waist and hips. The top end was
fairly typical of the Arab races, black wavy hair, almost black eyes,
slightly hooked nose, thin lips, fairly angular face, but not pointed
chin. He was also clean shaven which surprised me.

"Please sit down Lieutenant, would you like some coffee?"

I don't know about sit down, I nearly fell down. His accent was straight
out of Sandhurst Army Academy, very plumy, totally without a local accent
of any kind.

I spluttered out a "Thank you Sir, yes that would be very nice."

I guessed his age to be about 28 against my 22. I also could see from his
own shoulder epaulets that he was a Colonel in whatever outfit he led.

While we waited for the coffee we talked about inconsequential things, you
know, the weather, the state of the western economy, Israel, which was a
bit embarrassing because the Israelis had just given the Arabs another
pasting and they had accused us of supporting them with fighters from the
carrier but as the Colonel said.

"Bloody stupid, you can't launch jets from a static vessel in Aden
harbour," which was true but I didn't expect him to say so. Plus our jets
were at Kormaksar, Aden's airport and every Arab in the world could watch
them if they wanted to.

The coffee came and we drank it before he got serious.

"Now, what am I going to do with you Lieutenant?"

I quickly pulled my goolie chit out and passed it to him. He took it, read
it and laughed

"We both know that is going to do your gunner much more good than it is
going to do you don't we?"

I dropped my eyes, I didn't want him to see the fear.

I replied, "Yes Sir, but I had to try."

"You have cost me a lot of men today and the survivors are rather angry."

"Yes Sir, I can understand that, but you are the enemy and my instructions
are to kill as many of you as possible."

He laughed, which surprised me.

"That's as may be but the fact remains I have some very angry men to
placate."

Still being very nice I wondered how he intended to proceed.

"While I decide, why don't you tell me who you are and all about your
aviation group."

Our aircraft types and numbers were no secret, our weapons and tactical
procedures were what he really wanted I guessed so I could give him a lot
of information he probably already had.

"My name is Peter May and I'm a pilot on 844 helicopter squadron. We have a
squadron of Vixens and one of Buccaneers on board, well flown off to
Kormaksar actually, plus our Airborne Early Warning Aircraft and a single
Gannet courier aircraft."

"Thank you Peter, but everyone in Aden knows that information. What are the
tactical rules of engagement for your air group?"

"I'm sorry Sir I don't think I can tell you that."

"That's a pity because it will be very painful if I let my men squeeze it
out of you."

"I realise that Sir, but I can't help that."

"Very well Peter, come with me."

We went across to another tent, also heavily camouflaged but very different
inside. One part of it was quite obviously the treatment area for injured
personnel. There were still a few bullet wounds being sorted from my attack
and the looks I got were less than friendly. There was a young soldier on
an examination table with his legs supported in stirrups being treated for
a bullet wound to his inner thigh. I don't know how we had managed that.

The Colonel saw me looking and said, "If you ever get strapped to that
Peter it will probably be to lose your balls."

I gulped, no messing, this man was letting me know how it was.

The other part of the tent was obviously for interrogation, nothing
sophisticated here, basic restraint equipment and tools to administer
pain. We walked across to that and a comfortable chair was brought for the
Colonel. I was surprised, I thought he would have curled up on an
arrangement of cushions. (I know, stupid, preconceived ideas about Arabs,
but I was a new boy to the Middle East and its peoples).

"Stand there Peter and remove all of your clothes."

I stood where he pointed and looked around, everyone in the tent could see
me quite clearly, so I blushed. I knew there was no point in reminding him
about the Geneva Convention on prisoner treatment so I did as I was told.

I played hockey and racket sports and did a lot of dinghy sailing so I was
fit and I looked good. My abs were fantastic from all the sit ups I would
do every time I sailed a dinghy and my legs were good as well, the rest of
me was ok but nothing sensational. My dick was one of those surprise pieces
of equipment, soft I was only about two inches long, circumcised and very
wrinkly, well I had to be because erect it was about 7.5 inches. My balls
were quite big and hung nicely below my cock when I was soft.

I stood to attention in front of the Colonel when I was naked, bugger being
stupid. He smiled as he saw my little willy, but I knew he would be
surprised if it ever got hard, not that I expected it to in this
environment, or maybe he thought it would be difficult to get my balls in
my mouth. He stood up then and came up to me still smiling. His next action
both shocked me and excited me. He started stroking me around my groin
area. No speech just lots of touching and watching my eyes. I got very
erect very quickly, I was after all a more than reasonably sexed 22 year
old who had not indulged in sex with anything other than my left hand for
weeks.

The erect cock soon wiped the grin off the Colonel's face.

"Very impressive Peter."

What could I say but, "Thank you Sir."

"Turn round Peter, let my men see what Naval Lieutenants are issued with
nowadays."

Obviously his little joke.

I was left facing the men in the sick tent and very soon went soft again so
they lost interest in me. The Colonel meanwhile had been talking to one of
his men. My Arabic was nonexistent so I had no idea what he was saying.

I found out later, I was not to be marked or mutilated in any way, yet, but
almost anything else was ok.

"I am going to leave you in the capable hands of my lieutenant, Peter, you
killed his brother so don't expect any treatment to be gentle will you?"

Less and less I liked my situation.

The Colonel left then and I was ordered to stand under a contraption that
closely resembled a free standing pull up bar. It was actually anchored to
the floor of the tent and there were restraints fitted to it with ropes
that could adjust the tension. I had a restraint on each limb and they were
pulled tight so that I was spread wide at the arms and legs. The lieutenant
stood in front of me with what looked like one of those fly whisk type
things I had seen Arabs using. He asked me about our rules of engagement to
which I refused an answer so he swung this thing across my stomach making
sure that he caught my soft cock as well. This was definitely not a fly
whisk. I screamed and he repeated the question. Again I wouldn't answer
him. I think I took about twenty of those before I passed out. When I came
to he had the two helpers with him that he had before but now they were
naked and sporting hard cocks that made my 7.5 inches look quite
pedestrian.  "I am going to repeat my question Lieutenant, each time you
refuse to answer one of these men will fuck you until he orgasms."

Repeat of the same question with no response from me. I was an anal virgin
so the next action had me almost catatonic with the shock. One of the naked
Arabs walked round behind me and placed his cock head against my anal
entry.

"One more chance Lieutenant."

I shook my head and the next instant I screamed like you would never
believe as a penis that was about nine inches long and probably six, or
seven round was rammed all the way into my arse. These guys must have been
on a hair trigger because he only rammed it in and out about a dozen times
before he came in hard jets inside me, I'm sure I felt every one. When he
pulled out I was sobbing, mostly from the pain and shock I reckon, but also
from the shame of being used like a woman.

The boy that had fucked me, because that really was what he looked like, I
doubted he was twenty, came round to the front and stood on a box that had
appeared. His cock was now level with my mouth.

"Open your mouth Lieutenant and lick Abdul clean."

As he was talking he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard enough for me
to gasp.

"If you touch him with your teeth I will pop your balls."

I licked, it was revolting but I did it.

After I had finished to Abdul's satisfaction I was asked the same question
again. Same result. I guess my arse was lubricated with Abdul's cum because
the pain was not as bad. I still screamed and it still hurt like hell but I
could handle it. I think I took four loads from each of them before the
lieutenant gave up that treatment. He dismissed the others who slipped on
their djelaba's and left. I realised we were the only ones left in the
tent.

The lieutenant then stripped in front of me, climbed up on the box and
pushed a four or five inch soft cock into my mouth.

"Suck it Lieutenant, pleasure it with your tongue as well as your lips. A
good blowjob will save you from a beating with the cane."

I could see the cane lying on a table at one side, along with some nasty
looking pieces of equipment, so, I did my best. I knew what I liked when I
could get a girl to blow me so I just put it into practice. I hated it, he
smelt, didn't we all very soon after we showered because of the heat. He
didn't last long either, he was very soon face fucking me quite violently
with a cock that had now grown to match his compatriots. When he came he
told me.

"Eat it all if you want to keep your balls for another day."

I wanted to, so I did. One more satisfied customer.

I was released from my restraints and told I could go and shower
again. Still naked I wandered out, got my bearings and headed for the
bathing tent. When I finished, still naked, I emerged and another soldier
pointed at the Colonel's tent. I went, wondering what now. I thought by the
position of the sun that it must be late afternoon.

I entered the Colonel's tent to find him stretched out on cushions now clad
in a djelaba like many of the men. He invited me to sit and join him. He
had plates of dates in front of him and he poured me a glass of what turned
out to be a very drinkable white wine, nicely chilled.

"We aren't barbarians Peter, and Arabs learnt to cool things down long
before you westerners made refrigerators."

No complaint from me. "Thank you Sir, this is very palatable."

Ridiculous, I was sitting naked in front of a rebel colonel, drinking wine
and eating dates, trying very hard to hide my discomfort from a very sore
arse, internally and very sore genitals, externally.

"I left orders that you were not to be damaged today Peter, I will not
leave the same orders tomorrow. If you do not give my lieutenant the
information he wants I am guessing that you will be quite badly mutilated
during his interrogation. Tonight however I would like you to sleep with
me."

I was so shocked I couldn't speak.

"You are quite a pretty boy Peter, you have a nice mouth and I know you are
opened up enough for me to get a very satisfactory fuck. As you know our
culture does not allow me to bed a woman that I am not married to, other
than a prostitute so you will pleasure me tonight."

I was reeling a little I think. A few hours ago I had never touched, or
been touched by another male, except for aircrew medicals, now I had been
raped eight times and had given one blowjob, I had seen three men's cocks
go over my lips and two over my anus. Not surprising I was reeling. Now
this very suave colonel was telling me I would be sucking him and taking
his penis up my arse.

I was left alone for several hours after that while the colonel briefed his
night patrols and saw them off the encampment. I just curled up and
slept. It had been a pretty traumatic day for me and I knew it was not
over. I was exhausted.

When I woke up it was dark, I was still naked and felt cold. I was always
amazed how 100 degree plus day time temperatures became quite cold after
the sun left the sand. A servant came in then with food, followed shortly
by the colonel. He was very pleasant again and we had a reasonable
meal. After it was cleared away and most of the oil lamps were turned down,
the last servant left the tent and secured the entrance.

"Let's see how much pleasure you can give me Peter. We need not be early
birds in the morning so I think we will take a long time tonight with me
taking much pleasure from your body."

He stood up then and took his djelaba off. He had an incredible body, he
was patently a very active and fit man. I looked at his appendage knowing
that I was going to be working on it soon and that it would end up in my
arse before the night was out. It was flaccid but very long and thick. I
was still very sore from my afternoon rapes and I guessed he would be much
bigger even than the others I had taken. I guess the little boy in me came
to the fore because I started to cry, quite softly, no histrionics, I just
felt that my position was hopeless. The colonel saw my tears and dropped
down beside me taking me in his arms. He stroked my body as he said.

"You don't need to cry Peter, I am not going to hurt you, I am going to
make love to you and you are going to pleasure me. I will show you how and
I promise you there will be no pain, or only a little when I first
penetrate you. I am sorry, but this is probably the last night of pleasure
you will ever have. I will make it as enjoyable as I can for both of us
because tomorrow I must allow my lieutenant free rein to obtain the
information he wants"

He spoke very softly as I calmed down. Knowing now that tomorrow I was
probably going to experience unbelievable pain and humiliation before
losing my balls and then probably my life I guess I just became totally
compliant.

The Colonel started on me then. He spread me out on the rugs and cushions
with my head propped up so that I could see. He positioned himself below my
groin area and started to play with me. Fingers and hands first, followed
after I was erect by lips and tongue, continuing by swallowing half of my
cock and swabbing it with his tongue. He was very gentle and I have to
admit it felt heavenly. I watched the way he held my cock vertical with two
fingers and then licked all round my very sensitive glans. After doing that
for a little while he moved down the underside of my shaft licking quite
hard until he reached my balls. He took these in his mouth one at a time to
swab them and then changed over letting his hand play with the one not in
his mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that this was the best foreplay I
had ever experienced, girls would never take this long pleasuring me. I was
nearly ready to cum when he stopped everything, moved up the bed to take me
in his arms and kiss me on the lips. At first I was very tense, a man
kissing me on the lips was so totally gay that I froze for a minute until I
realised how pleasant it was, then I responded and it felt even better, I
was amazed and when he broke the kiss I was gasping.

"You are a very cool kisser Peter for a little straight boy, you are a
straight boy aren't you?"

I nodded and whispered, "Yes Sir."

"Well, my little straight lover, I want you to do the same to me as I have
just done to you."

I looked down and could see what I had to tackle. It was a monstrously long
and thick appendage, absolutely rigid. I gulped and went down on him. I was
very hesitant to start with but got better very quickly with encouragement
from the colonel. I could get his glans in my mouth and about two more
inches but that was all, it was huge. I pleasured him for about fifteen
minutes I guess before he unloaded a huge quantity of sperm in my
mouth. The taste was not very nice, quite bitter and salty, but I swallowed
it all as ordered then I was once again subjected to some fairly intense
kissing. I was lost, it became so sensual. He turned me over then and
knowing what was coming I tensed up making my gluts as hard as rock.

"Relax Peter, I want to pleasure you before I penetrate and if you are
tense I will hurt you quite badly."

With that he started licking my cheeks, it was very pleasant and got better
when his tongue worked its way back and forth along the line at the bottom
of my butt and top of my legs. It was ages before he opened my legs and did
the same thing up and down my crack. Every time he went over my anal entry
I shuddered, it was amazing. When he spread my cheeks with his hands and
attacked my anal entry with his tongue I orgasmed quite violently. I heard
him snigger and then return to what he was doing, bringing me back to full
erection very quickly. He started to penetrate me then with his fingers but
they were coated in something so that they slid in quite easily and despite
my previous soreness, felt wonderful. The final act was gentle and I knew
it was coming because of the way he positioned himself over me. Once he had
his cockhead touching my anus I naturally tensed up. He whispered in my
ear.  "Relax Peter, I promise I won't hurt you very much if you are not
tense, and whatever pain there is to start with will disappear very
quickly."

He licked my ear and kissed my neck softly still whispering gentling words
to me as he increased the pressure until he slipped over my sphincter. The
pain was quite acute and I tensed up again. The colonel remained perfectly
still with just his glans inside me until I relaxed then he eased some more
into me. Eventually he lay over me, our bodies touching neck to toe and he
kissed my neck and ear for ages until I was totally relaxed. He started a
slow humping motion then, withdrawing a few inches before sliding back in
to the hilt. He only did that a few times before pulling out completely and
turning me over. I was monstrously hard again and he smiled, lifted my legs
up over his shoulders and re-entered me. The action after that had me
crying like a baby with the sensitivity of it all. He fucked me with long
slow strokes, stroking my perineum and balls whenever he could get at them
and playing with my cock. I had never felt anything like it in my life. I
started to cum again and the colonel sped up until we both had massive
orgasms. I couldn't believe how intense mine were I had never experienced
anything like it in my life.  I think I was fucked five more times before
dawn and I have no idea how many times I ejaculated but everyone at both
ends was completely magical. Had I discovered the day before I was due to
die that I was gay? Not enough experience to be sure but I wondered as I
slid off to sleep.

When I woke again the colonel was stood over me dressed in fatigues again
but looking way less than immaculate. He had with him a bundle of clothes.

"Put these on Peter over your briefs, shirt and shorts, be ready to move
out in five minutes."

The clothes were a djelaba and kefyar, the Arab headdress. The djelaba was
too short and later I blessed that because otherwise it would have caused
me problems walking. We were evacuating the camp in a hurry. I could only
assume that our troops were moving in. I was right, we had barely climbed
up the side of the wadi when tracked army troop carriers drove into sight
and disgorged troops who moved in on foot backed up by lightly armoured
vehicles. I guess they had found my downed helicopter and searched the area
until they found the camp. Other infantry came in over the top of the dunes
at the other end of the wadi and the camp was very quickly surrounded. We
took off then at a fast pace to put distance between us and the army.

No luck for the colonel and his band, which I noticed was severely depleted
from the time I attacked them yesterday.  Now we were harassed from the air
by helicopters from my squadron. They were working in pairs obviously
cognisant of what happened to me. After they emptied their weapons at us
they flew away to be replaced by the little army spotter helicopters. We
were attacked all day but no troops came at us on the ground. By sunset we
were a pretty sorry bunch. Only about 50% of our numbers were still with
us. We hadn't been able to carry wounded and the dead were left where they
fell. The colonel left a couple of flares with groups of wounded hoping
that the choppers would drop down and pick them up before returning to
base. That's what I would have done. When I got back to Aden I found out
that's what had happened. More about that though later.

When darkness fell we stopped for an hour for a rest, I had no idea where
we were and was amazed when the colonel came and sat by me.

"We have about another three hour trek before we can settle for the night."

He laughed and continued, "Your friends have saved your balls for another
day Peter, you may be lucky and keep them forever unless we can outsmart
them. We are going deeper into the Radfan and your troops don't like it
there, not as friendly terrain as that round Habilayn."

That was the area my squadron had operated to and it was way less than
friendly so the Radfan must have been monstrous. The Radfan was God's
revenge for a bad day I always thought afterwards. It was where hell began
our troops said.

When we set off again I was dog tired, I wasn't used to walking and I was
very soon struggling.

"If you don't keep up Peter I will have to shoot you, we can't carry you
and we can't leave you."

Amazing where I found the reserves of strength after that but I did and
just before midnight we reached another camp similar to the one we had
left. I followed the colonel into the leader's tent and sat next to him. I
don't remember anything else until I woke and the sun was shining in
through the entrance. I realised I had my watch on again. Weird, I had not
seen that since my capture. I looked at it and realised I must have slept
for twelve hours.

The colonel came into the tent with a man I assumed to be the other leader
and they started talking looking at me as they did so. I guessed I was the
subject and felt apprehensive.

"Peter, this man is not as soft as me, he wants to cut your balls off now
and send you back to Steamer Point. You have got a reprieve temporarily
because he has men in camp that want to play with you. Off you go with him
and may God go with you."

I was fully clothed and was led across the camp to another tent. There were
about a dozen rebels there all looking quite fearsome, the other leader
left me then. Two of the men came up to me and one indicated I should raise
my hands. I did and they pulled my djelaba off over my head. My shirt,
shorts, boots and watch followed, then they started stroking me and making
ribald comments, well I guess they were ribald because the others were all
laughing. My briefs came off next and I was stroked and played with. A
piece of rope was produced and my right wrist was tied to my left but with
enough slack so that I could keep my arms at my sides but not be able to
bring them forward. A half pallet was produced, you know, the sort of thing
that is used to move trays of goods around with a forklift truck, only half
a one. It was covered with a camel cloth and I was laid on it. My legs were
pulled back and rope was put round each leg just below the knee and used to
secure me, legs spread wide and my knees almost touching the pallet. My
position was perfect for any of the men to kneel on the pallet and fuck
me. After that they all seemed to lose interest in me for a while before in
dribs and drabs they came back made me suck them to orgasm or sat at the
other end and finger fucked me. The humiliation was enough to make me cry,
only I wouldn't, I wasn't going to let them see how devastated I was at
this treatment. Eventually of course one of them decided to fuck me. I had
to suck him first to get him very wet before he changed ends and just
powered in. A good healthy scream so everyone came to look. When the first
one finished it was like a fucking frenzy at both ends. I couldn't believe
the pain, everyone was a power fuck, the only thing they wanted was to
orgasm. When they had all filled me with cum they pulled the camel blanket
out from under me, surrounded the pallet and lifted it off the ground
taking it outside the tent. It was put down again, my head was secured so
that I could not twist it and a nasty contraption was forced into my mouth
that kept it open wide. I think every man in the camp surrounded me then
and they all pulled out their cocks and pissed over me, they filled my
mouth so that I had to keep swallowing or choke, they stuffed their penises
back in my arse and pissed, and the same with my mouth making me choke. It
just seemed to go on forever until I passed out.

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Life gets very much better for Peter in the next Chapter