Date: Wed, 04 Feb 2004 18:27:49 -0700
From: Greg Young <afgreg@hotmail.com>
Subject: Air Force Memories 12

Copyright for this story belongs to and remains with the author. I don't
have any major objection to my work being re-distributed, but ASK FIRST!!!

This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
Homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not
continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy,
but you proceed at your own risk.

This is a story of the 1950's, and as such the characters are not bound
by the usual dictates of modern society, as sex was fairly safe between
males at that time. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken today with
impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation
and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

For obvious reasons the names have been changed, and also the chronology
has been shortened in order to tighten the story up.

I wish to dedicate this to Garth Wells, my mentor, without him this
story would never have been written.  He is a great writer himself and
has given me encouragement and help all through this, my first attempt
at writing.  I also want to acknowledge Pete Brown and Bill Smith whose
stories have given me so much pleasure.

I also need to add my thanks to all those who have written and
encouraged me.

I hope that you will find the following worthwhile.

Air Force Memories 12

When I woke up, I did not know if it was day or night, but was more
conscious of things than I had been before, could feel where a needle
was in my left arm and was quite aware that I was naked under the sheet
covering me.  I started to grope with my right hand when I heard Alex
ask if I needed something.  I asked him what was going on and he
informed that he would let them know I was awake and that a doctor would
soon come.  While we were waiting I asked him what day it was, as had
been told I was there for two days and knew the accident happened
Monday.  He told me it was Wednesday they counted Monday as one day and
though they talked to me on Tuesday afternoon, counted that as the
second day.  Now at least I had some time frames.  I asked what the
needle in my arm was for, and was told that it was for the IV and that
the drugs were also put in that way, the only shots I got were for
anti-biotic medicine.

I heard voices and a man identified himself as one of the doctors, he
pulled the sheet back covering me and when I asked why, told me that I
had some cuts, scrapes and abrasions on my torso and legs that needed
checking.  After looking me over he said everything was coming along
fine and maybe I could get some pajama bottoms the next day, no top as
they still needed to keep some the monitoring devices on my chest.  He
said that latter in the day they would take me into the operating room,
remove the bandages from my head, do some minor repairs and rebandage
me.  With these kind words I was left alone with Alex, someone brought
me some breakfast and Alex very patiently fed it to me.  Then putting a
call button close to my right hand, he said he had something's to do and
would be back at lunch.

I lay there in my darkness and realized how many things I took for
granted I could no longer do.  I had to be fed, my toothbrush had to
have the paste put on it and then handed to me, at least I could brush
my teeth. Then when I realized I needed to urinate had to press the
button for help.  A corpsman showed up and when I told him my problem
got the proper utensil and then to my embarrassment had to move the
sheet take hold of my penis and hold it in the opening while I relieved
myself. It now dawned on me that I would require help when I needed to
defecate, and this really made me feel helpless.

I drifted in and out of sleep, and then was lunch.  Alex fed me some
soup and what tasted like scrambled eggs.  We visited for a while and
then they came to wheel me to the operating room.  Alex said he would
wait until I came back.
I was apprehensive as they began to cut the bandages from my head, but
began to feel much better when I could vaguely see light.  They told me
to close my eyes while they removed the final bandages, and then after a
few minutes was asked to open them.  I could see. The room was in
semi-darkness; a doctor using a small light looked into my eyes and was
satisfied with what he saw.  I was told to close my eyes while they
turned the operating lights on and then to open them slowly and if the
light hurt them to close them immediately.

I did so and looked about through barely open eyes.  They were doing
something to my forehead and I felt a prick as they put a local
anesthetic into my forehead so they could redo some stitches.  They
checked some other places and after putting in another local, cleaned
out the big wound on my right cheek and did some minor surgery on it.
Then all the bandages went back on.  When I asked why both eyes had to
be covered I was told that there were cuts around my left eye they
wanted covered until healed.  I was wheeled back to wherever it was I
being kept and heard the doctor's and Alex conversing a little way from
me.  It was low and I could not get what they were saying.

Alex came over and took my hand and informed he would be flying back the
next day, that all danger was past, and now once the injuries healed I
should be ok.  I would have to come back maybe a few times to have my
right cheek worked on, but they had assured him it would look normal
when they finished, and if they could not do it here then it would be
finished in the states before my time for discharge came.

Knowing I could see had made a world of difference to me and I told him
I would miss him but thought that the people in hospital would take good
care of me.  He said unless they were told different that they would fly
over on Monday to get me, and bring our medic Sgt. Strasser to get
instructions on changing my bandage, which would have to be either on a
daily basis or every other day.  He said arrangements had been made that
either a corpsman or a ward orderly would be close by twenty-four hours
a day as long as both eyes were covered.  That they would take of
anything I needed.  When I asked: "Anything?' he laughed and replied:
"Anything pertaining to your injuries or bodily functions other than sex
you idjit", as he reached over and grasped my flaccid penis.  I truly
doubted with all the drugs in me if I could have gotten hard if my life
depended on it.

He told me when I got home he would see that anything I had missed while
in the hospital was well taken care of. Lightly kissing me, he said I
will see you at dinner, and then will be getting things ready to leave,
I may or may not be able to get here again after dinner tonight.

Once again I dozed off and on, dinner came, Alex fed me and wishing me
well took his leave.  I missed him, but there was not much he could do
for me and he needed to get back.

The worst part was lying in the darkness, you never know just how much
you rely on you sight until you cannot use it.  As I drifted in and out
of consciousness my mind conjured pictures of the past.  I remembered
forgotten and half-forgotten scenes of my childhood, adolescence and
teen years, some were happy, some were best forgotten, but all had
helped to make me what I was, and I wondered just who or what was I.

Last spring I had been a naive and sexually inexperienced boy, now I had
been introduced into man to man sex, and found with some it was most
enjoyable, and while I had also been introduced into sex involved with
sadistic pleasure, I found myself also becoming aroused when this
happened to me.  Would I be able to shake the bad and just keep the good
when I left Korea, would I be able to function with a woman as I did
with a man.  What would the future hold for me?  Could I believe the
doctors, would I be badly scarred, and would my sight be all right?
There were times when feelings of deep dark despair overwhelmed me and I
wondered if it would not have been better to been killed in the crash I
had so many questions and no answers, yet I knew that the answers,
except for the medical ones, had to come from within myself.  That I had
to decide how I wanted to live my life from here on out, now that I
guess I had been given a second chance.  Would or could I make the right
decision, only time would tell, I decided I would just have to take it
one day at time, no matter how difficult it was, not to dwell on the
past and not to try to foresee the future.

The next few days involved a few more trips to check on the healing of
my head injuries and I was given pajama bottoms, so when I needed to go
to the bathroom, if I felt up to it they could walk me there moving my
IV along with me.  Finally on Saturday they removed the IV and
discontinued monitoring me, which made it nice, as now I did not have to
have the pads taken off and then attached when I went to the bathroom.
I was beginning to feel like I was almost human, if only I could see.
The constant darkness was preying on me and I was becoming morose and
dejected, nothing seemed to be worthwhile.  I tried to shake this and
asked one of the nurses if she would check at the PX for me and see if
they had any oil paints and prepared panels and the cost of them if they
did.  Figured when I could see a little that I might get back to doing
some painting.  She found out they did so asked her to let Col. Crane
how much money I would need to get them and have it sent over when they
came to get me, that Alex knew where I kept my money.  I thanked her and
asked if she could have the PX place two sets of oils and six panel's
aside for me, which she agreed to do.  Great people here.
Sunday big surprise was told I had a couple of Korean visitors.  I
thought it might be some of the one's I had worked with on TDY but was
both shocked and happy to hear them say it was Major Kim Hung Oh and
Major Hih Soo Nyung.  They said they were sorry to hear of my accident
and had only heard of it or they would have come sooner.  They inquired
if there was anything they could do for me, and seemed genuinely
interested, which considering what we had gone through was a little
surprising, though they had been rather nice at the end.  They proceeded
to tell me about what had happened with the two captains and the
brothers since I left.

The captains had been sent back to work, and were given the most menial
jobs to do, plus the fact they were required to either be naked or just
wear a loin cloth, they were to be available for sexual use by any of
the people and were also to be the urinals, as the workers were
forbidden to piss anywhere except into the captains.  This went on for a
week and then they were moved up to recruit and were allowed to wear a
uniform and only be available for sexual use outside of working hours,
however they were still required to be urinals and if any piss got on
their uniforms they were publicly stripped and their cock and balls were
whipped.

It seem that eventually they might regain their previous rank in five or
so years, providing they did not foul up, in which case they would go
back one step and then have to start moving up again.

There had been some problems with the brothers, seemed the older one
just would not obey, and when they tortured the younger in hopes of
gaining obedience it soon became apparent that while the younger adored
his older brother, the older brother was concerned only about himself.

The younger one was removed and sent to be a male whore to the enlisted
men, and the older one was strung up by his wrists, pulled off the floor
his ankles were attached to chains which spread his legs wide, nipple
clamps and weights were attached, a ball stretcher and separator with
20-lb weight put on him. They attached alligator clips to his cock and a
large one on his cock head.  Then they found a large dildoe and coating
it with a salve which would cause a burning sensation, forced it up his
ass and then took a huge butt plug and forced that in, causing the
dildoe to go further up his ass and then putting wires around his tits,
and balls, and putting a copper tube down his piss slit, attached them
to the transformer set the dials for unexpected shocks of electricity
and left him.

While he was hanging they made arrangements for his father to be
abducted and brought to the camp. The next morning he was taken into the
torture chamber, stripped and was hung by his ankle and wrists on chains
from the ceiling.  They were happy to see that even though he was in his
40s that his body was in excellent condition.  They took a thin chain
and wrapped it around his nuts and then attaching it to a chain from the
ceiling raised him so he was essentially hanging my his balls.  He could
lift his pelvis to relieve the pressure, but not for long
.
He was situated so my lifting his head he could see his son through his
legs.
The older boy was moaning but had been screaming so much during the
night that his voice was almost gone.

They gave his several jolts of electricity as they first removed the
butt plug and then had to reach up his ass to grab the base of the
dildoe, he moaned and thrashed in his bonds but only made matters worse
as the weights swung freely from his tits and balls.  They removed the
tit clamps and weights but returned with a whip, which they used, on his
pecs and particularly trying to hit his nipples, you could hear the
hoarse screams and the weight between his legs was wildly swinging.
They gave him another jolt and then removed the copper wires from around
his nipples and balls and pulled the rod from his piss slit.  Before
removing the harness on his balls and the weight the guards took turns
smashing his balls with their fists, causing him to twist even more in
the chains.  Finally they removed the harness and weights, lowered him
and removed the chains from his wrists and ankles, but leaving the
alligator clips on his cock.
Taking him over by his father they made him kneel facing his father's
ass and fastened his legs at the thighs and ankles to the floor.  Then
asking him if he was ready to take his punishment and obey the orders
given him, but having him shake his head negative they proceeded on the
father.  It was becoming clear to all that the young man was only
interested in himself, but they were curious to see how much he would
allow his father to endure.

A hose was shoved up his father's ass and the water turned on, when he
was bloated, the water was stopped and leaving his ass plugged for a few
minutes they let the enema work on his intestines.  When they pulled the
plug the son was so placed that the water and shit hit him in the face
and dripped down over him.  They repeated the procedure until the water
from the father ran clear.  Then they brought over some lubricant and
taking the son's hand and lower arm liberally spread the lube on him.
Taking his hand they placed it at his father's asshole and working it
finally got his fist into his father.  This was causing his father to
jerk in his chains causing great pull and strain on his balls.  They
then decided to add alligator clamps to the father's nipples and cock
giving him further pain.

They worked the sons arm until it was in as far as the forearm, and
asking if he was ready to do as they wanted and getting a no, took his
other hand and lubed it and worked and pushed it into the father.  By
this time some blood was seeping out of the father's ass, but the son
did not seem to care.
They decided no matter what they did with the father the son did not
care, and from his ramblings learned he hated his brother as he would
have to share with him and hated his father, as he would not give him
control of the company.
They released the father, but brought in a lawyer who drew up a will
leaving all the father's wealth and business to the younger son,
acknowledging that the older son was dead and that the appropriate
arrangements would be made for one who has died and his body not recovered.

The father also was required to have two special agents as his aides to
see that he did not try to change anything and to insure that all was
done to insure that as far as anyone knew the older son was dead.  He
was then taken to a hospital and when well, was allowed to see his
younger son and told of the conditions of his servitude.

The older son was turned over to the men at the compound to use as they
saw fit and to see just what a human body could endure.  The last they
heard that by inserting metal bars in the muscles behind the nipples
they could put clamps and weights on the nipples up to five pounds and
hang weights on the bars up to 10 pounds without there tearing the flesh
and falling out.  They were up to close to 50 lbs. on his balls, and
were also having a fine time inserting the needles through his cock, and
as soon as they reached the limit of weight on his balls they were going
to experiment with driving the needles through the testicles.  They
wanted to see how much weight the muscles and the scrotum would take
before tearing, and were monitoring him to make sure that at first sign
of tearing the weights would be removed.

They had been using increasingly larger dildoes up his ass, and fisting
him until one could get both arms up into him and they were working on
two more arms one above and one below the ones in his ass to see if four
could get in.
He was permanently gagged except when he was given food or forced to
suck someone off, cum and piss were his only liquids, and his food
though nourishing was unappetizing, just food to keep him alive and in
shape.  He probably wished he were dead.

The two majors said they had only been in once to see what was
happening, but that Colonel Chi Do Song was there almost every day
showing a great deal of interest.

It really did not matter what they did with the boy, as he was already
legally dead and had been buried by his father.

I was happier than ever that I no longer was in their hands, and while
it was interesting to hear what had happened to those I knew, it also
sickened me and made me wonder, how can man be so inhuman to his fellow
man.  For supposed civilized peoples we still showed a lot of the
barbarian and lack of respect for others.  I just hoped that this was
not a widespread sickness throughout the world, but was afraid I might
be wrong.

We then chatted about some more pleasant things, such as the weather,
where they had been swimming and how they were going be reassigned to
Seoul and were looking forward it.  I got the impression they would be
glad to be away from Col. Chi.

I thanked them for coming and cannot say I was sad to see them go.
Not too long after my visitors had left, a doctor and I suppose a nurse
and corpsman showed up, they began checking me over and removing all the
monitoring devices I had been wearing as well as taking me off the IV
and removing the needle from my arm.  Now for the first time in a week
if I wanted to turn over I could.  Is odd how such things could make me
happy.

The doctor said that the plane with our medic should arrive that evening
and they would come to see me.  Then tomorrow morning, they would show
Sgt. Starrier how to change my bandages and how to tell when the
stitches could be removed.  He would monitor the wound on my right cheek
and let them know if it needed attention.  If not they wanted it to heal
some before doing anymore work.  The Dr. said that the only real
apparent scar would be on my cheek, until they finished with it.  The
other's should fade and he suggested that I used baby oil to keep the
skin supple and to make sure the cuts healed right.  He said they would
show red or white for a while, but should soon fade and not be noticeable.
As I was being fed my dinner, Col. Crane, Sgt. Strasser and Capt. Bishop
came into to visit and see how I was doing.  It was good to hear some
familiar voices.

I asked Col. Crane if he had gotten my money so that the art supplies
could be picked up at the PX, and he told me no.  That he would be using
some special services funds he had available and could justify the
purchase as rehabilitation work for me. I guess this was true in a way,
as it gave me an incentive to do things.  I thanked him and we talked
about had been going on at the site, then leaving me said they would be
back in the morning to take me home.

I think that night was the first night I did not have someone monitoring
my sleep all night and it was nice to be able to turn, lying on my back
for all that time had gotten rather tiresome for me, but there was no
way with all my attachments that I could turn any.

Right after breakfast they came and put me a wheelchair and moved into
an operating room, only this time I was not placed on the operating
table, but left sitting in the chair.

They removed my bandages and as usual telling me to watch my eyes, began
to show and explain to Sgt. Strasser what had been done, what he had to
monitor and how to know when the stitches could come out.  He had been a
medic long enough that neither they nor I had and thoughts but that he
would do a good job.  While they had the bandages off, I requested a
mirror, but was denied, and they told Strasser not to give me one until
the day he removed the bandages for good.  This did not make me feel
very good and really raised my anxiety level that all was not as good as
they were trying to make be believe.

The only good thing was when in putting the new bandages on they did the
one over my left eye, so I could see looking down, and by raising my
head look at things.  It was awkward, but at least I was able to do
something's for myself now and not be so dependent upon others.

They had brought me clean clothes and I was allowed to dress and get
ready to check out of the hospital.  I thanked all the people who had
been so kind to me and made arrangements for a bottle of bourbon and a
bottle of scotch to be delivered to the people who had been keeping
watch over me 24 hours a day.  I felt it was the least I could do.

The doctor gave me some pills to take with me and gave Sgt. Strasser
some more in case he needed them.  They knew that our dispensary did not
have everything the hospital did.

Finally saying goodbye to the hospital personnel we were driven to the
airfield and I was most happy when we were airborne.  I dozed most of
the time and before I knew it we were landing.  Several jeeps met us and
I was pleasantly surprised to see the number of people who had come down
to welcome be back.  My what a great feeling.  It really encouraged me
and made me feel as though I was really home.

Everything went well until I decided it was time to get the grime off of
me, and then I realized that with the bandages there was no way I could
shower.  Now what the hell was I going to do?  As I was sitting on my
bed holding my towel and stuff, Alex came by and asked what was wrong,
when I told him, he told me to wait a few minutes and the thought they
could get it worked out.  When he came back, he informed he had talked
to Col. Crane and until my bandages came off, at least one of the
officers would go to the showers with me, and using a bucket splash the
water on me, then soap me down and once again using the bucket rinse me
off.  It seemed to be the only solution and he said he would take me now
and to take my shaving gear and he would get rid of the stubble on my
body.  After all I had been through I really did not have any
inhibitions about modesty left, so decided to go with the flow, and
since anyone who saw me in the shower was aware my body was shaved if
anyone saw him doing it, so what.

He did a good job of bathing me, and shaving the stubble from my body,
for which I was glad as it was beginning to itch.  The bad part about
shaving the body is when it starts to grow back it does really itch, or
at least my hair did.  It was good to be clean and because I could tell
there were others in the shower by the noise and his telling them not to
come down where it might get my bandages wet I could not give him the
kiss I thought he deserved.

I was glad to be back and to sleep in my own bed again, and while I did
go over to the club and chat for a while, found I tired easily and soon
went back and stripping climbed into bed and was soon asleep.

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