By Matt G

The day started out like any other. I got up from my bunk and said hello to my fellow bunkmates. As I prepared to get my morning shower I had a weird feeling. There was something unsettling in the back of my head. I pushed that to the side and continued about my day. After my shower I put on my desert cams and headed out the door to prep my .50 caliber machine gun for convoy duty. There were nine of us on this convoy duty. We were supposed to be transporting high value supplies from Baghdad to northern Iraq.   I usually hate this trip because there is a much higher chance of being engaged by insurgents.

We finally get underway after a few final checks, but I still can’t shake the feeling in the back of my mind that something was not right. Little did I know that my whole life would be changing later in the day.

We were pretty far north of Baghdad in a desolate area when suddenly we came under attack.   Before I knew it I was laying down heavy fire left and right of our convoy. The insurgents had detonated an anti-tank mine under the first MRAP. The rest of the convoy had to come to a stop. Now we were fighting for our lives. I can only remember small pieces of the gunfight that followed.

I do remember seeing one of the enemy fire a RPG toward the MRAP I was in. After the initial explosion all I could remember was the ringing in my ears, and it seemed as time slowed to a crawl. I bailed from the MRAP due to fire and took cover behind an armored transport truck. I was still able to return some fire with my M-4, but we were still getting our asses handed to us. I could hear one of my guys calling for air support on the radio.

Then it happened again. Another explosion on the opposite side of the transport truck I was taking cover behind. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up.

As I woke up I panicked. Everything was dark and quiet. I thought to myself that I must have died. Then suddenly I heard Arabic. I realized I was hooded with my hands tied behind my back lying face down. I tried to move my arms, and that must have caught the attention of one of my captors. I heard him approaching me, and then suddenly I felt a boot impact my side. He began to kick me in the ribs without mercy. I tried to prevent the blows, but it was no use. I curled up as he continued land the blows to my body. I guess he finally grew tired of kicking me. To my relief he stopped.

I continued to lie there in the fetal position and try to catch my breath and collect my thoughts. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. Would the men who had me continue to beat me? Would they behead me as they have with captured soldiers in the past? I had no idea. For the next few hours I just laid on the ground, and my captors would randomly approach me and kick, punch and spit on me. At one point I guess they got exceptionally rough and I was knocked out. When I came to again I was no longer lying on the ground. I found myself in what seemed to be a makeshift jail cell of sorts. My hands weren’t tied behind my back anymore. I began to look around to find a way out of this torment. The gate to the cell was secured with heavy chains and padlock. There were no windows, and the walls were made of stone and mortar. I pulled on the gate with all my might. There was no way out of my situation for the time being. I decided to sit down in the corner and reserve my energy just in case the chance of escape did present itself. I sat in the cell for what seemed like an eternity.

Then suddenly I heard footsteps as someone approached. I got to my feet and moved as far from the cell door as possible. Expecting to be beaten again by someone, I had prepared myself to fight back. Suddenly a tall slender man appeared at the door of the cell. He spoke quietly.

“Hello, Matt. My name is Akhmed. I would like to apologize for the way my men treated you earlier. You must understand they see you as an intruder in their lands. An intruder who has killed their people.”

I just stood in the back of the cell, not responding to anything he said. He continued talking.

“You have been brought here because I think you may be a good candidate for my slave trade. This is a much better fate than turning you over to the local villagers. They will most likely torture you to death and parade your body around for all to see.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face at the thought of being sold as a slave. In my mind I thought I would be worked to death in some mine or chained up producing textiles in a third world country.

Akhmed continued, “My doctor will be in shortly to begin the examination process to ensure you are healthy and STD-free.”

I was thinking, why would he care about STDs?

“We can’t have our sex slaves giving their new owners STDs now, can we?” he said.

Then it really hit me. I am going to be sold as a sex slave, a damn sex slave, I thought to myself. My knees went week, and I had to sit back down on the floor. Akhmed continued to talk.

“This is a normal reaction that my slaves experience,” he said. “Don’t feel like you are a coward or weak. I would not have saved you if I thought you wouldn’t be able to adapt.” As I sat on the floor, a flood of emotions began to take hold. I was angry and sad all at the same time; I was not at a point of compete despair, but I was close.

“The doctor will be accompanied by two of my men, so don’t get any funny ideas of escape,” Akhmed said. “It will just make it harder on you. A good slave will listen and obey. If you don’t you will endure pain and suffering you did not think someone could endure. I do not like to scar up my slaves, but if I have to I will. Your training will begin tomorrow; so listen to the doctor and be a good boy.”

Akhmed then turned and left as suddenly as he arrived. Shortly after he left, there was another man at the door. He was on the larger side but seemed pleasant. He was followed closely by two of Akhmed’s guards. The guards entered the room and quickly secured my arms behind my back with rope and handcuffs. They then proceeded to cut my clothes off with a knife. At this point I froze, because I didn’t want to be cut while they were removing my clothes.

Once I was naked, the doctor started to speak in broken English. “You will listen carefully, or you will be hurt,” he said.

I still remained completely still and had my body very rigid. I felt embarrassment because I was now naked in front of these men and had no idea of what they were about to do to me. The guard forced me forward through the cell door and down a dimly lit hallway. We approached another door that was heavy and metal with rivets holding the seams together. I hesitated and stopped walking.   When I did this I was met with a very sharp punch to my stomach. I became instantly nauseated and fell to my knees. The guards then pulled me through the door. One of the guards landed a few more punches to my stomach and a kick to my back. At this time I was completely compliant. The doctor just looked down at me and said, “Now you listen?”

I looked up and nodded my head in agreement. I was instructed to proceed to a table in the middle of the room. I got back on my feet and walked to the table. The two guards untied my hands and secured me to the table face up. The doctor looked at me and said, “Okay, now we begin, just relax and you might enjoy it.”

The doctor approached the table and did the basic checkup. He had me open my mouth and checked my ears. He tested reflexes and took my temperature. After the basics he pulled a cart to the side of the table and uncovered the instruments. My eyes grew large at the sight of the different instruments. He picked up a needle and began to approach my arm. He said, “I take blood now. You stay calm or get hurt.”

I winced as he pierced my skin with the needle. He worked quickly and had all the blood he needed. At this point I thought my ordeal was over for now. I was wrong. The doctor then pulled a tray from the bottom of the cart. What he uncovered made me shiver and begin to struggle. The two guards grabbed me and slammed me back to the table. They produced multiple heavy leather straps. The two guards proceeded to secure me to more points on the table. They began with a large strap across my chest. The strap was cold against my skin, and they pulled it extremely tight, almost to the point to where I couldn’t breathe.   Next a small leather strap was used to strap my forehead down; two more straps were used on my upper thighs and two over my calves. There were two straps placed over my shoulders and under my armpits. The final strap was placed over my lower abs. At this point I was completely immobilized, and terrified to point of cold sweats.

I could no longer see the tray but remembered the different implements that were on it.   I couldn’t remember the exact number, but there were dildos and butt plugs ranging from small to large and short to long. All I could do was clench my eyes tightly closed and prepare myself for what I thought was coming.

The doctor placed his hand on my upper chest and said, “You relax or you have much pain.” I tried to slow my breathing and relax. The doctor then picked up a small dildo and began to slather lube all over it. I jumped slightly when he placed a lubed finger at my hole. He proceeded to massage the outside of my hole with his finger. I relaxed slightly and he suddenly slipped his finger into me, very shallowly initially. I could do nothing but lie on my back and try to remain calm and relaxed. The doctor continued to work my hole with his finger.

As I continued to relax I could feel him driving his finger deeper inside of me. When suddenly I felt him rubbing on what could only be my prostate. I had almost over-relaxed and let out a slight moan. One of the guards immediately placed a rag in my mouth and secured it with duct tape. He then placed a hood over my head again. After that the doctor must have begun to loosen me up with the small dildo he had previously lubed. I tried my hardest to stay calm and keep relaxed. I couldn’t help but clinch my hole. The doctor continued to force the dildo inside of me as I whimpered and tried to struggle to no avail to stop the assault on my hole. Suddenly I felt a hand brush against my cock. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but I must have gotten hard, I am guessing from the prostate massage the doctor was giving me earlier.

The doctor said, “See, you enjoy?” I once again whimpered in protest, but it did no good still.   The doctor continued to work my hole with the small dildo, then suddenly the dildo came to life with vibrations. He continued working my hole, now with the dildo vibrating. I could really tell when it hit my prostate now. Every time I hit my prostate it made me feel as if someone was sending electricity through my body. The doctor worked my hole with the smaller dildo for a while longer. I don’t know how long, but I felt him pull the dildo out of me and it was replaced by a pressure against my hole once again. I felt another dildo entering me. It felt like it was ripping me apart. I began to scream through the gag in my mouth as the doctor violently forced the larger dildo deep inside of me.   I could feel my hole slowly adjust to the new intrusion from the larger dildo.

Once again I began to relax, and again the doctor turned on the vibration. The doctor also began to slowly stroke my cock in a very rhythmic pattern. I was actually enjoying what he was doing to me.

I began to wonder to myself why this was happening to me. Just a few short months ago I was making love to my girlfriend. Now I was tied to an exam table being violated by a vibrator and getting jacked off by a man. The worst part is that I was enjoying it. I tried to resist the enjoyment. I was thinking about anything to get my mind off of what was happening to me. Nothing was working. I felt sick to my stomach.

Then suddenly I could feel the urge building deep inside me. I was getting close to climax. Now I really was fighting my own body. I did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of making a masculine American soldier cum from being fucked with a vibrating dildo and getting jacked off from a man. Again it was no use to resist.   It felt as if my balls were going to explode. Every fiber of me was now trying not to climax, but my body had a different idea than my mind. I could really feel myself getting close.

Suddenly the doctor stopped jacking me off, and just continued to work my hole with the dildo. I felt relief for the moment.   After the urge to cum subsided the doctor began the process all over again. He would stroke me slow and methodically. Again he got me just to the edge of climax. The doctor repeated this countless times.

After a few hours I began to want to cum, but the doctor would just get me right to the edge of climaxing again and then he would stop. After what felt like an eternity of this edging I couldn’t help myself. I had begun to try to thrust my hips toward his hand as the doctor jacked me off. I didn’t care anymore that he was a guy. I was completely consumed with the thought of climax. I had begun to beg through the gag for release.

The doctor finally gave me my wish. He kept jacking me until I climaxed — the hardest, most violent climax I had ever experienced. Once my eruption was over, I heard a clap. A voice said, “Well done, boy. I told you that you would make a good slave.” It was Akhmed’s voice. He continued, “See, you did enjoy that; imagine what else you could enjoy with the proper training. For now you will be taken to the bathroom and given some time to clean yourself and take care of your abolitions.”

The guard released me from my bindings and helped me down from the exam table. I could hear the doctor and Akhmed talking as I was led from the room. The guards escorted me to the bathroom. One of them shoved me through the door and slammed it hard behind me. I looked around in the bathroom. It was actually a very nice bathroom.   I grabbed a washcloth and turned the water on for the shower. After getting the water to just the right temperature I slowly eased my tired, beaten, sore body under the gentle stream of water. I just stood there and let the water wash over me as I reflected on what had just happened. After gathering my thoughts and getting back together I slowly lathered up the washcloth and began to rub the soapy rag all along my sore muscles. After washing myself until I was squeaky clean I just stood under the stream of water again. I must have zoned out for a while. One of the guards opened the door and spoke angrily at me. I took that as a warning to hurry up. I shut off the valve and stepped from the shower onto the cool floor. I took time to thoroughly dry myself.

Once done, I took the towel and wrapped it around my naked body. I slowly turned the knob for the bathroom door and saw the two guards still standing there waiting on me. Once I stepped out of the bathroom one of the guards started to berate me in Arabic, and he snatched the towel from my body. I lowered my head and stood there, not wanting to anger either of them any further. They had beaten me pretty good earlier. The guards led me to a new section of the compound or house. I had yet to figure out exactly what type of structure I was in, since there were no windows. It was almost dungeon-like. Soon I realized the guards were leading me to the kitchen. I was so happy when we entered the kitchen. I was starved. I hadn’t eaten in at least two days. One of the guards just pointed to a chair and I obediently sat.

I wasn’t in the kitchen but a few minutes before Akhmed entered. For some reason I instinctively stood. I guess it was my military training. When someone of a higher rank enters the room you stand. I must have subliminally realized that Akhmed outranked me in a way. Very different from normal military rank; but he still outranked me. Akhmed just shot a quick smile in my direction and he said, “Go ahead and take your seat. I have a few things in here that I am sure you would like to eat.” With that he placed a plate of food in front of me. I looked down and noticed some traditional Iraqi food. The fact that I was so hungry and I had enjoyed Iraqi food prior to my capture, I greedily ate the food. Akhmed chuckled and asked me if I would like a second helping. I could barely get the words out of my mouth asking for another helping before more food was placed in front of me. I cleaned the second plate almost as quick as the first. I finally felt satisfied.

Once I was full, Akhmed looked me in the eyes and began to talk to me. He informed me that he had already sold me to a European gentleman. I had almost forgotten that Akhmed had planned to sell me from the start.

“You will have a long day tomorrow,” he said. “My guards will escort you back to your cell so you can get some rest. I hope you sleep well because you are going to need it.” With that Akhmed snapped his fingers and the guards were back at my side. They led me back to my cell. While out of the cell someone had added what looked to be a comfortable bed and some linens and a pillow. The guards shoved me into the cell. I didn’t resist at all. I was exhausted from my ordeal so far. I think I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

 

To be continued …

 

Metal would like to thank Matt for sharing this story.