Slipping Further into Darkness

Title: Slipping Further into Despair
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Myron falls deeper into depression with the help of some others
Comments: :angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archived: yes, with permission
Warnings: non-con (“gang banging”) angst, violence, crude language
Pairing: Myron/Others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Zev Braun created them. I’m only borrowing them for a while.
Author’s Notes: This is a rape story. If you are not into reading about Myron getting violated than don’t read it.

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Myron sat at the bar drinking away the pain for the fifth night in a row. The loneliness and isolation was too much to bear. He had lost Alex a month ago, and now Zeek had left him. His men knew their LT wasn’t the same. He heard them whispering about the death wish their CO had. He had signed up for every mission and Special OPS assignment presented to him. He had continually put himself “on point” in hopes of tripping a wire or getting a sniper’s bullet in his brain, and here he was in Saigon without a sidearm.

Myron did want to die. Everyone he cared about was already dead or dying. His mom, his dad, Alex… Most disturbing to Myron was his grief over losing his Sergeant. Zeek was the glue that held the young officer together, and now he was falling apart. He thought to himself, ‘Maybe, I’ll get lucky and this bar get get hit with a bomb. On second thought, with my luck everybody in this building would be killed or mutilated, and I would be left standing alive and alone with this whiskey glass in my hand.’

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the bartender put another drink down for him. “They buy you another drink GI.”

Myron looked over to his side at a table with three marines, very large marines, “Zeek-like” marines. They all were tall and stocky like Zeek. They were muscular and intimidating like Zeek. God, he missed his best friend. He acknowledged the marines with a smile and a nod. It was only courteous to thank them for the drink. He was hoping, ‘Please don’t come over here. Don’t look at me. You’re making me nervous.’

Myron was always uncomfortable with attention. He was not a confident man, and attention only made him doubt people’s sincerity. In his experience, people who showered him with attention always wanted something in return, except for Zeek. Zeek was always sincere. He was always attentive anringring, and he always whispered flattering words about his body and looks in his ear. He knew it wasn’t because Zeek wanted to fuck him, well not the only reason. Zeek said those things to make Myron smile, to make him happy and more confident, but others only wanted to hurt him ultimately.

His dad had taught him well. Whenever his father complimented him, Myron knew he was in trouble. His father always used Myron to get to his mother. When they were fighting, and she wouldn’t let him into their bedroom, he would butter up Myron with false platitudes and endearments just to get Myron to talk to his mom. It always worked. His mother would listen to Myron’s pleas to forgive his father and she would. As Myron got older and his mother was dead, his father would compliment him only when he wanted him to do something, like dropping out of college and attending OCS.

“Hey soldier. Are you enjoying that drink?” Myron looked up into the marine’s green eyes. ‘His eyes aren’t blue. This isn’t Zeek after all.’

Myron reluctantly responded, “Yeah, thanks”.

“Are you here alone?” the marine asked. Myron wandered why he wasn’t calling him sir. After all, an officer is an officer despite the branch of the military. Myron looked down at his fatigues and rolled his eyes in disbelief. Not only had he not worn a sidearm, but he also didn’t wear his uniform jacket with his officer insignia. Both items were tell-tell signs of an officer, and here he was only in his government issued t-shirt, pants, and boots.

“Yeah, my men, I mean my squad’s at another bar. I just needed some time alone.” Myron had decided not to tell him he was an officer. The company might not be so bad for a while. Being an officer had a tendency to not attract a lot of friendly conversation, and besides Zeek and his men, the conversation with others he had was nearly obsolete.

“Why don’t you come over to our table and talk? You look all lonely up here by yourself, and despite what you hear, us Marines aren’t so bad, unless you’re Navy.”

Myron found the marines smile attractive. If only he had blue eyes… He looked over the man’s shoulder at the other men at the table. Would it really be so bad to sit with them? Would it be considered fraternization if it wasn’t his men or even his branch? Screw it, who gives a fuck what the Army thinks? It’s not like I’m going to drop to my knees and suck them off.

“Okay, why not?” he walked with the man over to his friends.

The other men stood up and introduced them selves as Scott, Kevin, and the one at his side was Christian. Myron shook each one of their hands and told them his first name as well. He was sure they would see through his fake identity. Myron knew he was a little high-strung, and that was definitely a sign of an officer not a grunt. He also knew that he didn’t talk like a grunt. He knew that his book-smart intelligence and more sophisticated New York attitude was obvious, and he didn’t exactly have the body of a grunt either. He looked vulnerable and frail compared to his meatier squad, but Myron knew that his Special OPS training made him a handful in hand-to-hand combat. Despite all of thcharcharacteristics, the marines either thought he was a Private, or they just wanted for him to believe that they didn’t think he was an officer.

After a few more round of drinks, quite a few laughs, and some innocent flirting, Myron decided it was time to get back to the base. He had actually enjoyed his time with the marines, particularly Christian, but they weren’t Zeek, and all he wanted was his bed.

“You don’t have to leave Myron. You said you were off tomorrow, so why not stick around a little while longer?” Christian asked leaning towards Myron, his shoulder brushing up against Myron’s.

“As tempting as that sounds, I still have curfew to make”, he lied. An officer didn’t have a curfew but an enlisted man did.

Christian looked at his friends in understanding. They wouldn’t push too early. They didn’t want to scare their prey off. They would wait for a more opportune moment. “Well, Myron it was certainly nice to meet you, and we hope to see you again.”

As Myron turned to leave, Christian rose from his seat and he lightly brushed his hand down Myron’s back. Myron smiled flirtatiously and walked off to relieve his bladder before heading back to base. “We’ll see you real soon GI,” he teased loud enough for his friends to hear, but soft enough to prevent Myron from hearing.

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Christian slipped the hundred-dollar bill into the manager’s hand in understanding. He was buying the manager’s silence and his office. This was a customary exchange between the two. Kangpai was use to the marines and their strange requests. He wasn’t completely sure what they were doing in his office on these visits, but he had a good idea. The poor bastards, the prey, always snuck out the back door, so he never had a chance to see how bad it was for them, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out how bad three big marines could mess up a pretty little fuck toy. Despite his remorse for not warning the pretty boys, he decided he needed the money more than he needed his conscious.

Myron splashed water on his face and looked into the bathroom mirror. He had to admit that it felt nice getting flirted with. He almost felt human again. As he looked in the mirror, he saw the door open. He instantly put himself on combat alert as his new “friends” entered the bathroom.

“Myron, thought you were leaving?” Christian asked walking closer to Myron. Myron involuntarily stepped back towards the opposite wall.

“I just had to take care of some business before I headed off, but I’m leaving now.” His stomach started knog upg up in stress. He wanted out of the small space and away from these large men as soon as possible.

Christian pushed him back against the wall forcefully. “You’re not going anywhere beautiful. We’re going to have a party tonight, and you’re the guest of honor.”

Myron laughed uncomfortably hoping that this was just a more aggressive form of flirtation. “Look, I have to go now. Maybe some other time boys.” He pushed Chran’san’s hand away from his chest. He was allowed to walk away from the wall only to be grabbed by Christian and Scott. Christian held his hand over Myron’s mouth and grabbed him by wrapping his arm around his chest. Scott grabbed his legs. They dragged him through the door, out into the hall, and into the adjacent room. Kevin closed the door behind them sealing Myron into the room alone with the marines with no chance of accidental audience or help.

Christian pushed him up against the desk roughly continuing his hold on Myron’s mouth. Myron tried to scream for help or to beg for mercy, but he never had a chance. Scott pulled out items from his jacket pocket that looked like a gag and ropes. Myron suddenly realized that this was something these three performed on a regular basis. They had a system, and they worked well together. He had been chosen as their victim with the first bought drink. They had just worked on getting him drunker and easier subdued.

“Hush baby. We’re not going to hurt you. We’re going to make you feel real good.” Kevin confidently stated as he grabbed Myron’s hands to tie them behind his back. Myron refused to go down without a fight. He called on some of his OPS training to disengage himself from both of their grips. He elbowed Kevin in the nose and kneed Christian in the thigh. He managed to make it to the door before Scott pounced on him. He was able to hit him in the sch ach and head butt him before the others had a chance to recover. Christian slammed his face into the door brutally hard. “Stupid bitch! You think you can take down three marines. You’re nothing but an army brat. You’re nothing but a fuck toy. I was going to be nice about this but now you’ve pissed me off!”

He dragged Myron by the back of his hair to the desk. He swiped all of the contents of the desk to the floor, and he slammed Myron face first into the desk. He held Myron’s nose into the hard desk as Kevin reached around and gagged him. He could taste salt from tears of another helpless victim. They didn’t even have the decency to wash it before using it on another. He squirmed frantically as his hands were forced behind his back and tied. “What’s the matter brat? You cock tease us all night, and NOW
you don’t won’t to put out? You don’t play those kind of games in Nam boy.” Myron wanted to tell Christian and the others that he wasn’t a cock tease, at least not with t Sur Sure he had flirted with them a little, but so did they.

It was apparent that Christian was going to be the first to take him in this little gang-bang when he felt the man tearing his t-shirt off of his back and over his neck. He clenched in pain as he ran his fingernails roughly down his smooth, tanned, flawless back. He held his breath in dread as Christian leaned down in licked his earlobe. “You hate this don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m just giving you a taste of what you could have had if you had been nice to us, but since you were a fucking cunt, I have no choice but to be rough with you.”

Myron screamed “NO” through his gag even though he knew he couldn’t be heard. Christian yanked his pants down to his ankles in one forceful movement and shoved a spit-covered finger into his tight entrance. “Holy shit boys! You aren’t going to believe how tight this bitch is. We’re going to be here all night playing with this toy.”

Myron arched his back in pain as Christian fingered him roughly. He had never been touched like this by anyone, and Zeek was the only man he hver ver been touched by. He had had his fantasies about McKay, but that hadn’t worked out because of Myron’s feelings for his Sergeant.

All he could think about was ‘Oh gody diy didn’t I tell them I was an officer when I had the chance? Surely they wouldn’t have done this if they had known the consequences of drinking with me, much less raping me.’

“Damm, he is a spit-fire. It’s going to take all three of us to hold him down.” Scott explained as he pushed Myron’s shoulders down flat against the desk.

Christian added two more fingers inside of Myron stretching his hole open further. He wanted Myron to hurt and to bleed, but he also wanted to be ato gto get his moneys worth. This piece of ass had cost him a hundred bucks, a quarter of his monthly salary, and he sure as hell was going to get more than one fuck out of this army slut. He enjoyed hearing the boy moaning and screaming behind his gag. He was too responsive to be a virgin, but to tense to be a “bed-hopper”.

“Here we go baby.” Christian warned as he plummeted Myron’s entrance with his thick cock. The army brat screamed his head off through the gag begging for mercy, but Christian only laughed at Myron’s stubbornness. “Man, I bet you cause your LT all kinds of trouble with that mouth.”

Myron screamed even louder at the LT remark. ‘God, if these idiots only knew who I was really was.’ Christian pounded into him ruthlessly bruising his hips with his fingertips. He felt like he was being torn in two and this was only the first guy. He didn’t know how he would be able to handle the other two assailants.

“Jesus, Christian, does he feel as good as he looks?” Kevin asked pulling his cock out in front of Myron’s face. Myron turned his head away from the offending appendage hoping that the man wouldn’t stick it in his face, or even worse his mouth.

“Man, this is the best piece of ass I’ve had since I’ve been in this stinking hellhole.” He rubbed and squeezed Myron’s ass roughly and moaned continuously as he came into the slut’s hot ass. As far as he was concerned, the hundred bucks had already been earned back, but he fully intended to get seconds and perhaps thirds.

As he pulled back making room for Scott to go between the whore’s legs, he noticed that Myron was crying. “What’s the matter slut? You aren’t a virgin, and I was still gentle on you. You keep crying like a baby, and I might have to start thinking that you’re ungrateful for my generosity or something, and then I will really have to get mad at you.”

Myron felt his breath catch at Christian ‘s threa fur further pain, but he couldn’t stop himself from crying as he was roughly turned over onto his back by Scott. “I want to see your pretty face as I take you cunt.” Myron screamed in agony as Scott plunged into his hot channel. Scott was rougher than Christian, and Myron had a difficult time ignoring the pain in his pinned wrist as they were mercilessly rubbed with the rope. He knew that they would be bleeding soon if they already weren’t.

Scott couldn’t take his eyes off the most beautiful man he had ever been inside. This was the closest he had been to Heaven in Vietnam, and Myron’s constant screams only encouraged him on in pursing his goal of the ultimate orgasm. “God Myron, you are fucking beautiful!”

Myron squeezed his eyes shut tight as he felt Scott’s hot semen squirting up high inside him mingling with Christian’s essence. He knew that Kevin would get a turn before they might let him rest from his ordeal. Myron watched Scott prowling about tryto dto decide the position he wanted the sexy GI in.

Myron closed his eyes and prayed for a natural disaster or a VC attack on Saigon, but all he felt was Kevin pulling him to his feet. Kevin turned him around so that he was standing and leaning his hips on the desk with his back against Kevin’s chest. “This is how I want you baby, and I would love to hear some moaning rather than screaming from you Myron. Come on let me hear you begging for it.” He pleaded as he rammed himself inside of the tight beauty. Even after two other cocks, Myron was as tight as virgin, and his tears were the biggest turn-on of all for Kevin. The tears signified the nearing of the breaking point, and once they broke Myron, he would do anything they asked of him.

All Myron could think of was this would never have happened if Zeek had been here. He would never have let this happen to his LT. Hell, Anderson got pissed if a mosquito bit his LT, much less a another person… Myron screamed in agony as Kevin bit down on his shoulder as he came on Myron’s ass. He shook uncontrollably in pain and humiliation as Kevin rubbed his semen into his backside. “Do you feel that? That’s how hot you make me Myron. You are so fucking sexy!”

Kevin reached around to feel Myron’s cock. As he suspected, it was flaccid and unresponsive. “You know boys, I don’t think our toy is having much fun yet.” They all laughed at him as he tried to get away from the cruel hands. He could barely stand as it was. He was sore beyond belief, and he was emotionally exhausted, Myron hoped that this was all the fun they wanted, but he knew that it wasn’t.

“Well, I might just have the remedy for that.” Christian announced confidently. Myron watched him as Kevin laid him back on his back on the desk. Myron’s eyes opened wide in dread and his head shook “NO” as Christian approached him with a needle.

“This will help you relax baby. You’re going to love this shit.” Christian plunged the needle into Myron’s arm despite his obvious protest. He felt an instant euphoria and sinking feeling. His eyes threatened to roll back into his head, and he shook gently all throughout his body. He could feel them massaging his thighs gently and whispering, “that’s it baby, ride it out, and you’re going to love this shit”.

All Myron could do was stare up at the ceiling in recognition. The fucking bastards had already raped him, now they wanted him to enjoy it. They had given him the drug that had ruined many a man’s life in Vietnam, and now he would have to face the consequences of its unwilling use on him. As the Heroine went further into his system and their tongues and mouths began to explore every inch of his body without protest, Myron could only think one thought. ‘Zeek will never want me after this. I’m used goods.’

Myron felt them untying his hands and taking the gag out of his mouth. All he could manage was a moan of pain as Kevin massaged his aching wrists. He felt Scott’s tongue on his hardening nipples and Christian’s lips on his inner thighs. “Stop”, he managed to say softly.

“No”, Christian replied gently pulling his legs apart. “Make me.”

He involuntarily arched his neck back as Kevin began nibbling on his neck and his shoulders. “Please…”

“Hush baby. Don’t make me cover that pretty mouth again.” Kevin threatened as he bit down on his other shoulder.

Myron felt Christian’s and Scott’s tongues making out towards his cock. ‘My God, they’re going to make me enjoy this now. Why don’t they just take me rough like before and leave me SOME dignity.’ He arched his back in shock and pleasure as Christian licked his scrotum and Scott engulfed his cock into his hot, wet mouth. The combination of all three mouths torturing him at once was too much. “No, no, no…” he softly murmured.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Christian teased. “Come for us Myron. I want to taste you baby. I want to lick your juices off with my tongue as they slide over your balls. I want to suck them dry Myron.” The dirty talk was too much for Myron, and he involuntarily came shooting off his juices into Scott’s waiting mouth. He felt some of his semen sliding down his cock on to his scrotum. Christian did exactly as he promised. He sucked and licked Myron spotless.

Myron shook in shame as the marines laughed and teased him about being a slut. “Next thing you know, he’s going to be begging to get fucked like a cheap whore.” Kevin said placing his dick near Myron’s face. “I think it’s time to see how cooperative he is now. He’s obviously more responsive to stimuli, and I bet his mouth would love to have something to suck on.”

Myron looked into Kevin’s eyes in shock. “No fucking way! Suck it yourself you bastard!” Myron wasn’t sure where he got the energy from to yell that, but he was kicking himself for not saying that he was an Lieutenant instead.

A hard punch to his face was his reward for his outburst. “Shut the fuck up bitch! One more outburst like that and I’ll sale you to some VC boys on theeet.eet. I could probably get a couple hundred bucks for you, even though you are used goods.” Myron looked at Christian with hate in his eyes thinking, ‘Just wait until I’m free from here. I’m going to cut your cock off with a butter knife and make you swallow it whole!’

“Now, you will suck and lick whatever I tell you to. Is that understood?” The cold, sharp blade of a knife was stroked against Myron’s thigh. Christian eyed Myron waiting for a response. He continued stroking Myron’s body with the blade, over cockcock, over both of his nipples, his neck, and finally his face. He rested the knife on Myron’s cheek. “Isn’t is bad enough that you’re going to be scarred on the inside from this. Do you really want scars on the outside too?”

Even in his drug-induced numbness, Myron understood the implications. Suck cock or get your face cut up. He reluctantly shook his head yes which provoked smiles from all three of his assailants,

Christian removed the knife from his face and kissed his lips firmly. “Now, that’s a good boy Myron. I knew you were smart. I want you to suck their cocks and lick their balls while I watch. Is that understood?”

Myron nodded in understanding as Christian placed himself between Myron’s opened legs to watch. Kevin and Scott wasted no time coming in for the ambush. They eagerly placed their cocks within Myron’s reach and took turns using his mouth. Myron strained turning his head to each side of the desk opening hiuth uth as large as it would go. They weren’t gentle with their mouth fucking. They pumped into his mouth roughly, and they held his head down pressing his cheek into the desk.

Kevin closed his eyes in pleasure as Myron’s mouth engulfed his dick. “Fuck yeah. I knew this boy was a slut. Somebody taught him well. Yeah…suck my cock Myron. I’m going to come all over your face baby.”

Scott anxiously waited for his turn at Myron’s mouth. He pinched Myron’s nipples and twisted them hard. His manipulations earned him moans from Myron. “God damm, nothing sexier than a moan from a cock filled mouth! Come on, give me some of that Kevin.” Kevin smiled at Scott and released Myron’s head. Myron slowly turned his head towards Scott and his mouth was quickly filled with the hard organ.

Christian was getting hotter by the moment and his dick was aching to fuck the pretty toy. He slowly began massaging the boy’s thighs opening up his legs farther. He heard a muffled “no” from Myron, but all he had to do was squeeze Myron’s scrotum to get him to stop with the protest.

“You’ve been such a good boy Myron. I think you deserve another cock. I was thinking about using your ass while they use your mouth. Would that be okay with you baby?”

“Damm, your mean Christian. The boy can’t talk right now. He’s busy.” Kevin laughed nibbling on Myron’s earlobe. The joke made Myron’s held in tears begin falling once again.

“I’m going to assume that those are tears of frustration. You’re tired of me teasing you aren’t you. You’re ready for me to give you what you want. Right?” Myron closed his eyes in dread as he felt Christian getting closer to his entrance. He was surprised when he felt something wet and warm being applied to his puckered entrance. He jumped in pain as he was breeched by Christian’s thumb. “You’ve been so good Myron I’ve decided to use some lube on you this time. Are you happy about that?”

Myron tried to say, “yes” with the thick cock in his mouth. He knew that was a question that had to be answered; if he wanted lube used by the others. He clinched his eyes closed tightly and held his breath as Christian claimed him once again. It still hurt like hell, but the Heroine was numbing the pain greatly.

Christian rode Myron as gently as his patience would let him. Myron was so unbelievable hot sucking on two cocks at once. He decided to add more fun into the mixture by stroking Myron’s own cock. He knew that despite Myron’s protest, the drug would allow him to get Myron to feel pleasure. Myron instantly arched his back in pleasure as he was stroked firmly by Christian. He wasn’t as sensitive with the drug in his system, but he could still feel the fucking and the stroking to an extent.

Christian massaged his hip with his free hand, and he bent down periodically to suck on a nipple or on his neck. He knew that he was close to orgasm. He was just too turned on by Myron’s responsive nature. “Okay boys, when I say to I want you to both come on his face while I come in his ass…Jesus Christ Myron, you feel so…fucking good… NOW…, shoot your loads.”

As Christian released his load into Myron, his boys did as they were told. He couldn’t hold back a smile as he watched them holding Myron’s head still as they shot their semen all over his pretty face. “Hold out you tongue cunt.” Kevin demanded shooting the white, creamy substance on to Myron’s tongue. They both aimed to get as much into his opened mouth as possible while Myron tried not to gag on their juices.

Scott caught his breath. “Damm, you are good at that boy. I wish I could just keep you locked up in my hooch and use that mouth everyday.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t come from that Myron. Didn’t it turn you on being used like that?” Kevin teased stroking Myron’s cock. Myron thought it would be best to not respond to the question. He was too tired to come, complain, or talk. “Well, give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to make you come.”

Myron closed his eyes in disbelief. It wasn’t over yet. When would they have their fill of him and leave him alone? All he wanted to do was to sleep and never wake up. How the hell would he get through this ordeal? How would he ever get on with his life? How would anyone else ever want to touch him again once they found out what had happened here?

He was slapped hard in the face. “Wake up. We’re not finished partying just yet. The guest of honor is still needed.” Scott pulled him up off of the desk and guided him down to the floor. He was placed on his knees on all fours. “Stay boy.” Scott laughed. “Good boy.” Myron resented the doggie joke, and he most definitely didn’t like the doggie position.

Scott massaged his back and ass possessively and planted soft kisses down his spine. Myron couldn’t help but shudder in disgust at being touched so intimately by the monster. “I’m going to make you come lover. I’m gong to have you begging for release.”

Myron felt Scott enter his abused and nearly broken body. There were no more pleas of “stop” or “no” coming from his mouth. There was no more struggling for freedom. He was officially “broken” and no amount of therapy or Zeek’s attention would be able to repair him. He didn’t protest when Scott pulled him back up against his chest. His neck automatically fell back and rested on Scott’s shoulder for support. He didn’t stop the kissing on his neck or the sucking on his earlobe. “God, you feel so good baby.”

He also noticed that Kevin was fondling with his cock and balls. Kevin teased him with his fingers, his tongue, and finally his mouth. Myron couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure that escaped his mouth. Scott snickered in his ear, “Oh, yeah, that’s it. Let me hear more of that. You moan so sexy baby.”

Christian watched Myron’s face as he was sucked and impaled at the same time. He had to admit that of all the “fuck toys” they hadced ced into action; Myron was the best. He didn’t care if he got thrown into Leavenworth for being a rapist, as long as he had this moment to remember always. No ass had felt as good as this boy’s. Now, it was time to find out how good his mouth felt.

“You look so pretty getting it like that. You are the best cunt we’ve been with. Look at you moaning and panting like a bitch in heat. You’re enjoying yourself aren’t you?” Myron shook his head “no”, but Christian ignored the nod. “Why don’t you show me how good that mouth of your is. The boys really seemed to enjoy your technique.”

Myron didn’t resist as Christian slammed into his mouth with his huge cock. Myron struggled not to gag on the large prick. Like his boys, Christian showed no concern over Myron’s struggles. He fucked his mouth ruthlessly and pulled at his hair angrily. “Fuck yeah…Suck my cock baby. Jesus Christ, you’re fucking perfect.”

Myron closed his eyes and hoped that they would come soon, including himself. Scott was hitting that sweet spot Zeek had discovered only months earlier, Kevin was sucking him off like a Hoover Vacuum, and Christian was fucking his mouth like Myron was a faceless whore only on Earth to pleasure him. He concentrated on the little pleasure he had and came into Kevin’s waiting mouth. His clinched ass pushed Scott over the edge, and Christian quickly followed.

Myron was released from Scott’s grip and he collapsed to the floor. He was covered in sweat and semen. He felt it dribbling out of his ass down his thighs, and there were drops of spunk on his lips and cheeks from Christian’s display. Kevin had gratefully sucked him dry, thus sparing his stomach form the hot, sticky juices. He wondered if they were through with him. He hoped they would kill him before they left. He knew that he would never have the guts to do it himself.

He felt one of them licking the come off his thighs signaling that they were not through using his body. “God, why can’t I pass out or die?” he whispered through clinched teeth.

Christian cradled Myron’s chin in his hand bringing the army brat’s eyes into view. “I told you, baby, I’m going to get my moneys worth.” He rubbed his thumb over Myron’s bottom lip and bent down to kiss him. Myron turned his head away from the intimate touch. “Just like a whore. They’ll suck you, fuck you, swallow you whole, but they won’t fucking kiss you.”

Myron stared into Christian’s eyes with hatred and resentment. They couldn’t just rape him, they had treated him like a whore, and they had constantly reminded him of his place in this party. They had drugged him, pleasured him, forced him to perform for them, and ultimately, they had broken him. He was tired of crying. He was tired of explaining to himself about the origins of the ugliness of human nature. The only thought running through his head was how would Zeek ever want him again.

He became aware of Christian drng hng him to over to the desk. Christian sat in the leather chair and guided Myron into his lap. “You’re so sweet baby. Come over here and fuck yourself on my dick.” Myron could feel the hardened organ jutting up against his ass. He felt Christian grabbing his hips to guide him down onto his cock. Myron closed his eyes in dread as he prepared for the painful penetration. He was sure he was torn and bleeding. No one could be fucked this rough this many times and not suffer damage.

Before He had a chance to claim Myron again, he heard through the locked door. “GI, times up. We closed. Go back to base.”

“Give me ten minutes Kangpai. GI almost done.” Christian replied smiling at Myron’s pleading eyes.

“No, go now! Others been looking for him. They might come back. GI leave now!”

Myron came to his senses at those words and he mumbled, “Help me”. In an instant, he felt Christian’s hand up against his mouth trying to hold the the plea.

“Shut up Myron,” he whispered into his ear. Myron began struggling for release. His men were looking for him, and he couldn’t be found like this naked, used, and broken. Scott came up from behind and grabbed Myron’s flailing arms harshly. “Sit still!”

“GI, you don’t want to mess with his friends. They a tough group; especially his Sergeant. He don’t like it when his Lieutenant gets hurt.” Kangpai couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his mouth. He knew the marines were in serious trouble doing their business with an officer. Serves them right, he thought.

Kevin looked at the others in shock. “What the fuck did you just say Kangpai?”

“I say that the Lieutenant’s men are very protective of him. You best not be here when they come back. Leave now if you know what’s good for you GI.”

Christian looked at Myron in shock. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were an LT?”

“You didn’t exactly give me a chance. Would it have made a difference? You do know that it is unacceptable to rape someone, regardless if they’re an officer or an enlisted man. Right?” Myron could care less about their anger. as tas too busy wondering why Zeek was back in Nam. ‘That bastard came back for me. I know it. I told him to leave here to die…’

“Let’s get the fuck out of here before they come back looking for him. I don’t want to face their wraths. Especially his Sergeant’s.” Christian looked at the terrified face of Scott and grudgingly nodded his head in approval.

“It’s a shame to leave him here. Do you have any idea how much y wey we could get for him from the VC? Not only does he have the hottest ass and mouth in Vietnam, but he’s also an officer with strategic information.” Christian picked Myron up off his lap and let him collapse to the filthy floor in exhaustion. “He deserves it you know? He should have told us he was an officer. I would have enjoyed it even more. God, if I had known it was an officer sucking me off, I would have been even more excited while I was slamming my dick into his hot, wet mouth.”

Scott desperately tried to calm down the situation. “Jesus Christian, stop talking like that man. We can’t sell another American to the VC. That would hurt the war effort. He’s an officer man. They’ll torture him for information about his base and their plans for attack.”

Kevin smiled with the image of this fine officer being tortured by Charlie. “Yeah, and God only knows it would only take a shot of smack to get him cooperating. He’d be moaning and panting all heavy trying to touch himself, and they wouldn’t know if they should ask for information or fuck him raw.”

“GI! They back. Slip out the backdoor now.” Kangpai couldn’t help it. He knew the marines were bad news, but he enjoyed the money too much. Better to protect his money source than to turn it into the other GI’s. Although, a small part of him wanted the marines to be giving a taste of their own medicine…

The marines reacted to the news grabbing their clothes quickly to escape from the bar and from the officer’s men. Christian couldn’t help it. He had to say goodbye to the pretty officer before he left for good. He picked Myron off of the floor like he was a “rag doll” and he caressed his cheek affectionately. “Keep an eye open at night sweetheart. I just might haunt you for the rest of your life.” He drove the threat home with three fisted hits to Myron’s face, and two kicks in the ribs when Myron fell to the floor.

“Why the fuck did you do that for?” Scott yelled staring n disbelief at Christian. The man truly had no sympathy for others. His cruelty knew no boundaries.

“So he wouldn’t be so pretty when his men find him. I want them to know how good he was fucked. What kind of rapist would I be if I didn’t beat the shit out of him?”

The other men shook their head in disbelief and headed out the door into the hall. They saw a Sergeant asking Kangpai questions. They grabbed Christian’s arms and forced him out the office, down the hall, and out the backdoor of the club. All three men stared at the closed door taking a moment to memorize the accouter with the pretty officer. It was a night they knew they would never forget, and definitely not a night Myron would forget.