By CREUSS

Here they are…

Three men, captured…

They are not proper prisoners. Just soldiers like me, but from another company, captured a few hours earlier just for this mock battle…

They are sitting on the ground, back to a tree.

If they had no handcuffs in their back, around the tree, to prevent them to leave their place, we could think they are just resting for a while.

I am exhausted…

It is our fifth day in the countryside, fighting for training.

I’m still OK, but I haven’t properly slept for five days (and nights). No problem, it is always like that… it is part of the training…

I look at them, and notice they look quiet, peaceful and actually, they are sleeping. Lucky them!

I would pay a lot to get a nice hot shower, then a good meal, then a good bed!

I should not think at it now. It is the best way to be unable to keep going our training…

It may become a nightmare then…

I walk toward one of them… I push him with my foot, to wake him up…

The soldier hardly wakes up, and watches me from under…

He nods at me, wondering why I am after him…

I ask him if he is comfortable.

He grins at me and don’t reply…

 

I leave him and walk back to the campfire.

The sergeant is here.

I talk to him.

I explain it is unfair as the prisoners are resting, when we get hungry, exhausted and cold.

I swear, and regret not to be a prisoner myself, to get that easy life they get now!

He laughs.

He suggests me to get the place of one of them if one accepts!

 

He is kidding, for sure…

 

He leaves me after a while, and he goes and kneels by one of the prisoners. It seems they know each other well.

They talk quietly, for a while, and the prisoner seems to approve.

He gives him some drinks from his own bottle before he goes…

 

The sergeant walks to the officer now. They talk too.

I am not watching them as I have been sitting by the fire.

I slightly fell asleep. I am so tired, I could sleep hours now in any position!

 

I feel a kick in my tights. I wake up quickly, unable to know if I slept 15 minutes or 15 hours. Anyway, this rest made me feel better, but I am not in a better mood.

I am still bored, and whatever I will be told, I will give up, and tell them words…

 

The sergeant watches me, and tells me, I could go and rest if I want… He has organised everything for me to take the place of one of our prisoners…

I thought he was joking, but it seems to be real after all…

I feel stupid, and caught…

But I can’t track back now, and it seems they’ve freed one of the POW…

 

I proudly stand up and walk to the tree he was sitting before. I am asked for my rifle, and my ammunitions. I pass them to the sergeant, who orders me to spread my legs and arms, and start searching me. With method, he empties all my pockets, and put all my belongings in a bag. Then he lead me back to the tree, and cuff may hands in my back. I am now locked around this tree.

 

He leaves me this way, and goes to the two others prisoners. They’ve just been watching all this, not understanding what was happening. They seem quite surprised to see their fellow mate free, and me at his place.

They have no time to wonder much as the sergeant take an adhesive tape roll, and he starts gagging one of them with it. Several rounds around the head make a perfect seal, and should keep him silent. Then he blindfolds him the same way. The poor guy is now isolated from others, at least cut off communication.

The sergeant does the same to the other prisoner.

Then he comes to me.

He watches me deep in the eyes, and grins. He says I knew it would be a part of the contract, and will be treated as a POW from now…

First he blindfolds me. It is light tight, very effective.

To be sure it will be much effective, he first puts some pads he made with tiny straps of tape. He secures it all with four or five rounds by the head. It is not too tight, but I stop seeing anything…

Then he gags me the same way. Totally airtight, I can only breath through my nose…

 

My cuffs are removed, and I am ordered to stand up.

He tells me to get undressed. It is not cold outside, but I can feel the fresh air.

When naked, I am taken a few steps further, after they put my cuffs back in my back.

The sergeant whispered a message to my ear… He promise me a “little extra” to entertain me…

I then feel he’s gripping my cock and balls, and tie them tight. It is so tight that I feel an erection straight away…

He laughs at me, and leaves me for a while.

 

I can’t rest actually as I am still standing up, and dare not sitting down.

Minutes later, he makes his way back to me.

He tells me he will be nice to me, as he knows I am exhausted, so he will let me sit and rest.

He leads me down the ground, and passes my cuffs behind the tree I am leaning on.

Then he ties a rope around my neck, tight enough to fit, but not too tight to let me breath easily. He anchors my neck to the tree, so any movement of my upper body will be impossible.

Then he pulls my legs wide open, and ties each ankle to a tree or a peg. They are forced in such a position so the muscles ache almost straight away.

It is rather stressful, but I can manage.

Finally he ties my balls again, and pulls them forward with a rope he ties them in extension.

It pulls. Unpleasant, but it is OK…

 

He leaves me.

I presume the two other prisoners are bound like me, not far from here…

I try to relax and sleep. It is quite hard, as I strangle when I bend my head.

The coolness of the night gives some fresh air. I feel cold, but not too cold by chance.

My legs ache.

My ball too, but I am still hard… Well, I presume I am still hard…

 

Sometime, soldiers walk by me. Some put a foot on the rope that ties my balls. It pulls on them, but the pain is harder when they don’t see it and their boots pull on the rope by mistake. I feel as if they were tearing my balls away…

 

It last a couple of days. Nothing special happen, except I have been unable to sleep properly, nor to rest…

The position was exhausting anyway, and my shoulders hurt.

 

Hours later, a couple of soldiers come and start to ask me questions about the enemies… They are my enemies too!

I have no idea of any information, as I don’t belong to their enemies! And I can’t even explain this as they did not removed my adhesive gag! Non sense…

They tell me if I don’t give them theses information, they will have to torture me to talk.

They tell me to nod my head if I accept to let them know what they want….

I can rise my shoulders only, trying to explain I won’t be able to give any information.

 

They just tell me to do as I want, but they will come back and get what they want. And to show me they are serious, one kicks my balls heavily. Several times… it hurts…

I shout in my gag, as it hurts…

They leave me here in pain…

Alone.

I am unable to rub my balls to calm the pain down. It is frustrating.

 

Later they come back.

They untie my legs and neck and balls, and force me up.

Immediately, they secure me by the neck, standing. They kick my legs apart, and anchor them wide open. Of course, it pulls tighter on my neck! They tie my arms above my head, and it pulls there too!

Then they go, again.

My arms quickly hurt. I can hardly bare my hands above my head.

My balls still hurt, as they’ve been kept tightly bound.

 

When they come back, they ask me if I accept to talk. I lift my shoulder again, to explain I can’t…

So they start to pull on my pubic hairs, and roll them under their fingers. I hear a lighter, and immediately, they set fire to my hairs…

It is hot, and the flames bite my skin. They blow the fire away before I am really burnt, but they set fire to more and more hairs…

After my pubic hairs, hairs on my balls go. Then my armpits… Shortly, I feel (and smell) all burnt, like a chicken, almost hairless…

Before they leave, they pass the flame under my balls and the head of my cock… several times… it is hot… it burns…

Then they go…

 

They punch my stomach. I gasp for air through my gag.

I did not hear them arriving…

They punch me again.

It is not too painful, but it cuts my breathing every time.

I try to breath as I can…

At times they punch other parts of my body.

When they hit my face I am scared.

Then it stops.

 

I can’t hear them go. I feel dizzy…

I keep suspicious of any new punch.

But it does not come.

 

At the end, my legs are free. They untie my arms too, and I feel them fall like a dead log. I am just caught by my neck.

They eventually untie my neck, and I fell on the ground, exhausted.

They roll me on my stomach, and tie my hands in my back. Then they roll me on my back and tie a rope around my neck, again…

They use it as a lead, and force me to stand.

One tells me to stand up, and walk. We’ve got a distance to walk.

 

A long walk then starts. We walk miles. No proper rest. I am exhausted.

I’ve had no drinks, no food for over two days now.

I’ve had no proper sleep for over two days now, or more if we consider the beginning of the training.

 

As we walk, I sometimes miss a step, and fell on my knees. They pull on my lead to force me to stand up again. We carry on walking.

 

When we stop, I have no idea of where we are.

The sergeant comes and whisper to my ear to know how nice were my last days. Was I happy and comfortable? I nod yes, not to disappoint him.

I feel his knife on my face, sliding under the tape around my mouth.

He cuts it, and I can breath normally again.

Thanks goodness.

He asks me if I want to go back to my rank or if I want more…

I can’t see his face, but I feel it smiling and grinning at the same time.

He passes his hands on my body. It is sore. He insists on my bruises, where it is more sensitive.

He tells me it was a good body to play with, but he’s been nice to me. He did his best not to damage me. Not too much…

I keep my lips closed, and try not to react to his provocations.

 

He rubs my balls and cock, and I notice I am still rock hard. He grabs my balls, and gently squeezes them, harder and harder.

My face probably shows how painful it is, but I do my best to resist.

 

He stops.

It hurts, again.

He asks me again if I still want to be a POW, or if I go back where I belong. He wants to know if I have learnt something.

I keep silent. I did my best from the beginning, so I won’t give up now.

 

He leaves me alone for a while. I keep where I am, unable to know what is surrounding me.

Some time later, he’s back. He unties my hands, and I can rub my sore wrists.

He orders me to get free now.

I start untying the rope at my neck, but it is quite hard to find the knots. Anyway, I can find my way. Then I try to undo my tape on my eyes. It is not easy as it is sticking. It takes me ages to remove the first it. Then it is easier.

I have some difficulties to see again, and all the light around seems too bright…

I have to untie my cock and balls now, but the rope seems enclose inside the flesh. It is quite tricky, but I manage.

 

Now I feel better and my eyes come back to normal after a while.

I get conscious of what I do. I am standing naked, in the middle of the regimental prison courtyard. All convicts are watching me. So are the PMs (the Military Police).

I also see the three former prisoners. I am told they’ve been my tormentor, all the time… They have a smile on their lips…

 

What will happen now? Am I to stay in prison for some duration?

 

THE END

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