P. O. W.

by Max Vos

  His cock now deflated, Abdul pulled away from Benoit. He looked at Stone, his hairy cock and balls right in the Marine’s face, then said something to Abbas.

  Tersely, Abbas translated. Addressing Stone, he said, “You are now to fuck your friend, since you are so excited.”

  Stone locked eyes with Benoit, who only nodded, telling him to do it. Stone stood up, reluctantly. Before he could take a step in the direction of the tub, though, Benoit reached out, grabbed Stone’s dick, and pulled him forward. In one swift move, he had Stone’s dick in his mouth. Before Stone could stop himself, he groaned, Benoit’s hot wet mouth feeling so good on his stiff cock.

  Not only was Stone surprised, but everyone else in the room seemed to be equally surprised. Abdul let this go on for a few moments before stopping Benoit. Again, translated of course by Abbas, he instructed that Stone fuck Benoit.

  Getting into the tub of dirty water, Stone looked up at Abbas. In a flash, he saw the outrage in the Arab’s eyes before he quickly concealed it.

  Lining up his hard, now wet cock, as gently as he could, Stone entered Benoit from behind. Benoit’s hot heat swathed Stone’s hardness. The slick wetness of Abdul’s cum inside Benoit turned Stone’s stomach, making him freeze. It was Benoit who started fucking himself on Stone’s rod.

  “Come on, dammit, fuck me,” Benoit uttered through his clenched teeth.

  Stone let his body take over, letting his dick take its pleasure, while his soul left his body once again, trying to distance itself from what was happening. He hated himself for what he was doing, and for the satisfaction he was feeling as he fucked Benoit.

  Stone got no satisfaction when he came inside his best friend, detesting what was going on. When he pulled out gently, a flood of Abdul’s and his cum poured from Benoit’s reddened asshole. Had it been any other time, Stone would have gladly gone to his knees and cleaned him up, but he felt only revulsion at the thought of taking Abdul’s sperm into his mouth.

  When it was all over, Abdul gave the order for the two Americans to wash his clothes in the bathwater. He put on a robe, and left the room.

  It was dark when Benoit and Stone were taken back to their cells. The rest of the day had continued as it had started: carrying water, washing dirty bodies, washing dirty laundry, cleaning the floors, being fucked, their mouths used. Stone had no idea how much cum he had inside of himself at any given time. He thought that they had serviced every man in the compound save one: Abbas.

  The only bright light in the whole fucked-up day was that in the end they were allowed to bathe themselves, were given decent hot food, and most importantly, were warm.

  Chapter 10

  Stone had fallen into a dead sleep after such a long day. Sometime during the early morning hours, Abbas sneaked into his cell. Stone awoke to warmth behind him, Abbas’s arm pulling him close. It felt so nice to be held, especially after all that had happened that day.

  It was comforting until Stone realized he was crying. He turned over and gazed at Abbas, their faces close enough to touch. Stone saw the tears streaming from the Arab’s beautiful blue eyes.

  “There was nothing you could have done, Abbas,” Stone said as he stroked his thick black hair, understanding why he was upset.

  “How can you do that?” Abbas choked out. “How can you offer me comfort when it was you and Benoit who were subjected to such horrid acts?”

  “I’m only doing what I have to do to survive,” Stone stated flatly. “It’s what I need to do, have to do, to keep us alive. To get Benny back to his family if I can.”

  Abbas nodded. He dug into his pocket, producing the toothbrush and a small foil packet of toothpaste.

  Hurriedly Stone got up and brushed his teeth vigorously in the bucket of water. He brushed several times, trying to eradicate not only all the semen that was forced into his mouth, but the memory of the act that put it there. It didn’t entirely work, but he did feel better afterwards.

  Lying back down, Stone faced Abbas again. He kissed him gently on his perfect lips, then his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, ending on his lips again. Abbas’s thick, heavy beard scratched against Stone’s own unshaven face.

  “Abbas?” Stone asked calmly.

  “Yes?”

  “Abbas, can you take me to see Benoit?” Stone knew his request would raise concerns, not only for Abbas’s safety, but also on a personal level. Somehow, Stone knew Abbas was more than a little jealous of Benny.

  “You do not know what you ask of me, Samuel.” Abbas’s body stiffened, his voice tight. “The risk is great.”

  “I only want to make sure he is all right, Abbas,” Stone pleaded. “He is my friend, and I am concerned about his well-being.”

  “You know that if we are caught, it will mean certain death to us all, don’t you?” Abbas explained.

  “Please, Abbas?”

  Abbas sighed heavily, then moved to stand up. “Come. We will try.”

  He carefully opened the door, looking out into the hallway. He motioned for Stone to wait as he pulled the door almost closed, then darted across the hall, unlocking the hasp on Benoit’s door before opening and stepping inside. After a moment the door opened, and Abbas motioned for Stone to come across the hall, reminding him to close and lock his own cell door behind himself.

  Benoit’s cell was darker than Stone’s. Stone could barely make out Benoit’s form lying on the same type of thin mattress as his own, and with the same type of rough woolen blanket. Stone slowly approached him, calling his name quietly.

  “Benoit? Benny, it’s me…Sam,” Stone whispered.

  Benny turned. The only way Stone knew his eyes were open was from the reflection of the faint light that invaded the small room. His eyes blinked several times, not trusting what he saw.

  “It’s me, Benny.”

  That was all it took. Benoit was up in a flash, and Stone was in his arms instantly. A hard, deep sob erupted from Stone’s very depths. Benoit’s head on his shoulder, Stone could feel the wetness coming from his friend’s weeping. The big blond Marine held his buddy, stroking his back, his head, then his back again, cooing into Benoit’s ear that it was going to be all right. He whispered that things were going to work out, anything he could think of that would soothe the other Marine’s tired soul.

  Stone felt his own tears spill over, feeling Benoit’s pain. He knew the torment Benoit felt, even more so than he. They stood there until they were both cried out. Looking at each other without saying a word, they understood each other as they always had.

  “I’m sorry, Benny, so sorry.”

  “Sammy, there is nothing for you to be sorry about,” Benny said bitterly. “It was something we both had to do to survive. It’s just survival, survival of the fittest.”

  They both looked as one towards Abbas, the glistening on his cheeks a testimonial of his own tears. Opening their arms, they welcomed Abbas, sharing their grief for the situation they all found themselves in, not just Benny and Stone.

  Abbas was stiff at first, but Benny made the extra effort to make him feel a part of them, rubbing his back. Then Benoit surprised Stone by kissing Abbas’s cheek.

  “Thank you, my friend,” Benny said to Abbas. “Thank you for all that you have done, but especially for this.”

  Abbas nodded, understanding how close Benny and Stone were, and the bond that they shared.

  The three men stood that way, their arms wrapped around each other. After a while, it felt a bit odd to Stone that while Benny and he were both standing there naked, Abbas was still dressed in his pressed pants, shirt, and sweater. Odd at first, and then it struck him as being funny.

  Both Benny and Abbas looked at Stone strangely, questioning him silently as to why he was laughing.

  “It just strikes me as funny, Benoit and I standing here buck-ass naked, and you looking so prim and proper.” Stone chuckled.

  Benoit and Abbas also laughed softly at the absurdity of it all, agreeing.

  Moments later, Abbas said that they
needed to break this up, and that he needed to get Stone back to his own cell. Reluctantly, they agreed, but not before Stone hugged Benny close to him. Even as bizarre as the situation was, Stone was still able to notice their genitals rubbing against each other during the hug.

  Leaving Benny’s cell and entering Stone’s own, Abbas came in with him.

  “I cannot risk staying any longer, Samuel,” he announced as he closed the door behind them.

  “I understand, Abbas,” Stone said quietly. He knew Abbas had to leave, but it didn’t make it any easier to see him go. “You know I wish that you didn’t have to, don’t you?”

  “You do not wish me to leave?” Abbas seemed surprised.

  To answer Abbas’s question, Stone stepped close to him. Looking into his eyes, he then pulled Abbas’s head to his own, kissing him. It was not the sweet, gentle kiss that they had shared in their brief past, but a full-on, passionate kiss.

  Pulling Abbas tightly to him, Stone put everything he had into that kiss. Stone wanted him to understand, more than anything, how much he meant to him, and how much Stone desired him as a man.

  Stone must have succeeded, because it wasn’t long before he could feel Abbas’s hardness trapped inside his clothing. Stone broke the kiss, but only so he could nibble behind Abbas’s ear, moving south, licking and sucking gently as he went. Stone must have been doing something right. Abbas moaned and threw his head back, allowing Stone full access, as he pushed his groin into Stone’s own now fully-erect cock.

  Pulling back from him, Stone asked, “Does that prove to you how much I’d like for you to stay?” He smiled.

  “I don’t understand, Sam,” Abbas replied, his face puzzled. “You have been raped, abused in the worst way, but you can…” His voice trailed off.

  “How I can find you sexy, handsome, and desirable?” The big Marine grinned broadly at him.

  “Yes, I don’t understand.” Abbas’s arms were still around him.

  Stone frowned as he tried to explain it to him. “It’s like I leave myself behind when they are doing those things to me. They are touching my body, but my mind is somehow detached, like they aren’t really touching me at all.” Stone looked to see if Abbas got what he was trying to say.

  “I think I understand.” Abbas smiled slightly. He placed his palm flat against Stone’s chest. “They can’t touch you in here.”

  “Yes, that’s it exactly.” Stone nodded, his eyes glued to Abbas’s. “They may have my body, but they can never touch my heart, Abbas. That is reserved for someone special.”

  Abbas looked away. “Do you think that I could ever be that someone special, Samuel?” His voice was so low that if Stone weren’t standing so close to him, he would never have been able to hear it.

  Stone lifted his chin with his hand. “Abbas, you are already that someone special. No matter what happens, you will always have a place in my heart.” Stone watched him closely to see how he would react to that. “My hope is that our future will be one where we can see how special it can be.”

  The look in Abbas’s eyes was as if someone had just turned on a light inside of him. For the first time, Stone saw a cute, silly grin lift his face. It was adorable.

  “But for now, my handsome Arabian Prince, I think you need to go before I try and keep you here all night.” Stone pushed him backwards, towards the door.

  “You are right, although I now wish I didn’t have to go.” He quickly gave Stone a sloppy wet kiss, and then as always, he was gone.

  For the first time in as long as Stone could remember, he felt a flame ignited within himself. He knew that flame, that hot heat that was slow to consume. With enough fuel, it could turn into a full, blazing fire, a fire of love.

  Chapter 11

  The next couple of days went much like the one before, with some torturous chore, and always some sort of sexual abuse. Having a steady diet of cum was now the norm. Stone had never thought or imagined that he would suck so many men off, or have so many men invade him anally. However, Benoit and he were in survival mode, doing whatever it took to stay alive, and right now, that was what it took to survive.

  Abbas was still having trouble with it, but not as much as before, since he and Stone had had their talk about it. Benoit, on the other hand, seemed like a wind-up clock, being wound up more and more tightly. Stone knew it was only a matter of time before he lost it, and that could be disastrous. Abbas also noticed this, and he and Stone both did what they could to defuse him.

  Stone looked forward to Abbas’s nightly visits. It was the one thing that he had to look forward to. It was what kept him going, giving him hope.

  The night after Abbas and Stone had paid a visit to Benoit, their relationship changed. In what had become the norm, sometime in the early morning, Abbas would sneak into Stone’s cell, waking him by spooning up behind the naked American. This particular night, Stone must have been exceptionally tired, as he didn’t remember waking up fully. What did wake him, what shook him out of his slumber, was the hardness between his legs, pressing against him from behind.

  Reaching behind himself, Stone took hold of an erection, and squeezed and rubbed it. Abbas pressed harder. With one hand, Stone undid Abbas’s belt, pulled down his zipper, and dug his prick out of his boxers. Abbas seemed to be more than receptive. Stone knew he was into it; pre-cum steadily seeped from the small slit.

  Stone turned to face Abbas after a few minutes of this. The sky was overcast, making it practically impossible to see in the small cell, but Stone didn’t need to see him. Kissing him, starting slow and sensual, soon turned more fervent. He wanted Abbas, and from the state of his arousal, Stone knew Abbas wanted him.

  Pushing him over, Abbas crawled on top of the naked Marine. They ground their naked erections together, moaning into each other’s mouths. Abbas, letting his legs slip down, his weight resting on his knees, started sliding his hard, now wet, cock along Stone’s taint, the head stabbing the back of his balls.

  Growing impatient, Stone rolled Abbas over, and jerked his pants down to his knees and his shirt up to his shoulders. He then straddled Abbas’s hard dick, using spit and determination, and pressed down, relaxing until the head of the hard dick popped through Stone’s resistant pucker. Stone paused a moment, letting himself relax before proceeding. Then he pushed down until he was resting on Abbas’ hips, the Arab’s cock buried deep inside him.

  It all felt so natural to Stone. The way Abbas fit inside him, touching him from inside, made his head swim a bit. Stone placed his hands on Abbas’s furry chest for balance as he slowly rocked back and forth.

  The clouds decided to part at that moment, letting Stone see Abbas’s eyes. They had a burning hunger in them, causing Stone to shiver. Yes, he wanted Stone sexually, that much was clear, but there was something underneath all of that, something else that Abbas wanted, and that something was not sexual. What he wanted was far more reaching than just sex, and Stone knew it.

  The big Marine took his time, building their sexual tension, wanting this to last. Abbas reached up, stroked Stone’s chest, and caressed his upper and lower arms. He took Stone’s hand, kissed his palm, and then sucked on his fingers. Stone could not have asked for a better first-time experience with a man.

  As their passion built, Abbas flipped him over, resting Stone’s legs on his broad shoulders. He nearly bent Stone double as he kissed the blonde beneath him, hard and passionately. Stone loved the way Abbas’s heavy beard scraped the tender skin around his lips. The way his fat, thick tongue invaded his mouth, making it his own, took him to another plane of desire.

  Abbas’s rhythm picked up, and it wasn’t long before he drilled Stone with his not-so-small cock, his pubic hair tickling Stone’s perineum each time he bottomed out, adding to his pleasure. When he took Stone’s own dick in hand, it was all over with. The Marine started coming so hard that his cum landed with a splat on his cheek, then his chin, then making a line down his chest, finally puddling in his navel.

  The pulsing of S
tone’s ass must have done it for him. Abbas slammed his dick in as far as it would go. Then, with his head thrown back, Abbas unloaded inside Stone over and over again, emptying himself into the man under him.

  He fell on top of the naked man, his own pants around his ankles, his shirt and sweater pushed behind his head. He huffed into Stone’s chest, a thin coating of sweat covering his body. It took a few minutes before their breathing returned to somewhat normal, Abbas’s big dick deflating, easing out of Stone, leaving him feeling empty.

  In Stone’s ear he whispered, “I have wanted to do that for so long.”

  “Me too, Abbas. Me too,” Stone whispered back. “I’d really like to be able to see you, to take my time in exploring every part of you.” He teased him some: “I’d like to just eat you up!” He bit Abbas’s neck playfully.

  Stone could feel him more than hear Abbas chuckle, his chest vibrating against his own.

  Much too soon, Abbas said, “I must go.” Stone could tell he didn’t want to leave any more than he wanted him to. If they had been given a choice, both of them would have liked the opportunity to sleep together, perhaps repeating their lovemaking, but they both knew that was impossible.

  After Abbas had left, Stone was a mess of mixed emotions. He was glad, happy, ecstatic that they had become so intimate, but left feeling empty and angry. He was angry because they couldn’t be themselves, couldn’t be together when and how they wanted. He was angry that Abbas had to witness his never-ending abuse.

  It was with that sour taste in his mouth that Stone finally went back to sleep.

  The next night, Stone had barely fallen asleep when he felt someone lie down behind him. Stone smiled, thinking Abbas was back for more, earlier than normal. Couldn’t get enough, the hunky Marine thought. That was quite all right by him.

  A hand went for Stone’s groin. Stone took the hand in his, and realized it wasn’t Abbas. The hand was much too small.

  Jolting awake, Stone sat up. It was Saaleh!