Our own Private Little Nam

Title: My Own Private Nam
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: With Anderson sick, Myron has no choice but to accompany the CIA’s Fontaine alone on a top-secret mission.
Comments: :angela9in@ureach.com
Author’s Website: http://home.bellsouth.net/p/PWP-darknessprevails
Archived: yes, with permission
Warnings: non-con, angst, violence, crude language
Pairing: Myron/Fontaine
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.


Myron’s POV:

Myron waited on the helicopter pad for Anderson and Fontaine. Colonel Brewster had informed Myron that Fontaine had requested his and Anderson’s assistance on a top-secret mission. Apparently, the CIA thought they had information on the location of an important NVA bunker site that housed a North Vietnamese General. Their mission was to locate the bunker area, get pictures of the layout, examine the tunnel system, and grab the general, if possible.

Myron couldn’t stand Fontaine and his arrogance. He had purposely requested Myron and Anderson for this mission because he knew the Lieutenant and Sergeant didn’t like him. Goldman had made it clear on the last three missions he had been on with Fontaine that he never wanted to work with him again. With the exceptions of Major Darling from Tan Son Nhut and Johnny McKay, there was no one else who got on his nerves quicker. At least McKay did it just to have fun, and Darling was just a k, bk, but Fontaine was cruel, arrogant, and difficult to get along with because it was his nature.

He saw Fontaine approaching the pad from the west. His strut was visible and his swagger was undeniable. “Arrogant asshole.” Myron mumbled to himself. He heard the chopper gunner snicker, and he wanted to hit himself for being so careless.

From the east, he saw Anderson approaching. Gone was the confident stride of his Sergeant. Instead, he saman man who was obviously hurting struggling to stay on his feet. “What the helle rae ran towards his Sergeant and caught him just as he stumbled on his own feet.

“Zeek what’s the matter? You look like shit.” He looked the man in the eyes and saw nothing but sickness.

“I’m not sure. I felt fine last night, but now I’m dizzy, nauseous, and shaking. I guess I got a virus or food poison.”

“Well, you’re not going out there like this. Take yourself to the infirmary. We’ll find someone else to go with us.”

“LT, with all due respect, you’re not going out there alone.”

“Sergeant, I’ll have Fontaine with me. He’s a good soldier.”

“I meant I don’t want you out there alone with him. He gives me the willies. He’s likely to slit your throat in your sleep and drink your blood. He’s a head case LT.”

“No, I’m just CIA Anderson. Do what your LT says and go to the infirmary. You’d only slow us down, and we don’t have a lot of time to spare. We’re already slated to be out there three days with all of us healthy.” Myron and Zeek looked at the CIA agent in understanding.

“Go on now. I’ll be alright.” Myron ordered Zeek to leave with a gentle push towards the infirmary.

“Well, Goldman, who you going to replace him with?”

Myron looked at Fontaine with concern. He knew all his men were in Saigon on a two-day pass while he and Anderson were on this mission. “My men are in Saigon, and I don’t won’t to bring in someone I don’t know.”

“What about another Sergeant?” Fontaine suggested.

Goldman shook his head, “no, there all out on missions are getting ready to go on one. Can we do this alone?”

Fontaine took a few moments to evaluate their situation. He finally shrugged, “I don’t see why not. You’re a good guide and soldier, and I don’t think we’ll run into any Victor Charles if we’re working in stealth mode. Hell, it might even be safer with two of us rather than three of us.”

Myron looked at Fontaine with disgust. He knew he had no choice but to go, but he dreaded the idea of spending three days alone with the condescending prick. “Well, I guess we need to get this party started Fontaine. We’ll take turns carrying the radio, and don’t forget that I’m in charge out there.”

“Yes Sir Lieutenant Goldman. I’ll keep that in mind, and I’ll carry the radio at all times. We wouldn’t want you breaking a sweat.” Fontaine smiled grabbing the radio from the LT and turning to mount the helicopter.

Myron looked at Fontaine in irritation, and he got knots in his stomach thinking that one of us is going to die out there and it won’t be Victor Charles doing the killing it will be me.

As Goldman mounted the chopper he heard McKay say, “Saddle up boys. Welcome to the Blue Velvet pleasure tour.” McKay hit a button to his left and Hendrix’s “Purple Haze” blared out across the sky. Goldman rolled his eyes in dread and thought to himself that this day was just getting better.

Fontaine’s POV:

“Excuse me, while I kiss the sky. Purple Haze…” the music blared Hendrix throughout the jungle and the chopper. Fontaine looked over at the sulking Goldman and thought “Excuse me, while I fuck your face…” Goldman was just his type. Trim, tan, pouting, smart, sarcastic, bossy, and beautiful. What he wouldn’t do for an hour alone with this boy?

Duke Fontaine knew he was hard to get along with, and this officer hated his guts, but he was going to give every effort to turn those feelings around on this mission. He knew that Goldman thought of him as “freefall”, the over-the-top CIA agent who threw people off of choppers at 2,000 feet above the ground just for some information, but he was determined to show Goldman his other side. The side that was sensitive, loving, compassionate, and loyal.

Fontaine couldn’t hold back a smile as he thought, “that was total bullshit. This isn’t a love story. This is a porn story. I’m going to show Goldman my horny, selfish, brutal side…” He studied Goldman as he stared down into the foliage. He had already memorized the young man’s face. He knew every inch of his lickable nose, his suckable lips, and his thin, tan, lushish neck. He couldn’t wait to see Goldman naked in the jungle waiting and begging to be fucked by the great Duke Fontaine. He was certainly going to show this young officer a thing or two.

“Fontaine. Did you hear me? Drop off in two minutes.”

Duke looked over at Goldman and smiled in acknowledgement. He now only had to wait two minutes for the fun to start with this boy. He had orchestrated this entire mission. There was no general or NVA headquarters. There was a bunker, but nothing else. He had also managed to get Brewster to assign Goldman to the mock mission, and finally, he managed to get Anderson out of the picture with some help from the CIA pharmacy. The Sergeant was the biggest hiccup in his plan, but he had been able to get him out of the picture.

“Two minutes until the fun starts Goldman. Have you ever been out on a mission without Anderson?” He noticed Goldman’s eyes narrow and his nostrils flare with the question, so he has insecurity issues. I can use that to my advantage.

“Yes, I’ve been on several missions without Anderson. I’m perfectly capable of running a mission on my own if that’s what you mean.”

Fontaine didn’t comment further which he knew would only piss Goldman off even more. This plan couldn’t be more perfect. Anderson gets sick with no possible replacement due to Brewster’s orders for a two-day pass, and he suggested that Goldman bring another Sergeant along just to give Goldman the since of security he needed.

“Drop off in sight. Get ready.” McKay announced.

“Now, that’s another potential problem” Fontaine thought to himself.

Anderson was the protector of Goldman but McKay was no pushover either. Both men obviously cared a lot for Goldman, as did his squad. He had flirted with the idea of giving McKay the cocktail he gave Anderson, but he decided against it. He knew it would look suspicious that both men get mysteriously sick on the same day. He would have to take his chances with McKay. He would keep the radio near him at all times, and he wasn’t planning on seeing McKay again anyway. He knew that this was his last mission working for the He He was never going back top Camp Barnett or the CIA.

“Get ready Fontaine.” Goldman warned.

As they jumped from the chopper and headed off into the jungle, Fontaine couldn’t help but to look at the fine perky ass he was following. Goldman, this is going to be a mission you’re never going to forget.


Myron’s POV:

As they waited in the bush waiting for McKay’s chopper to be cleared from the ground, He looked over at Fontaine who stared at the chopper with a knowing smile. What exactly he knew was unclear. Myron could tell he was scheming something. He was too quiet and cooperative. It was if he was thrilled with the idea of the chopper leaving. Crazy bastard’s probably recalling fond memories of throwing prisoners off the slick.

Myron checked his compass to verify the correct direction, and he headed off into the jungle not bothering to see if Fontaine was following. He heard Fontaine’s footsteps behind him as they entered the canopy of the Vietnamese jungle. It had recently rained and they quickly found themselves stepping in slippery mud, which was good for following or being alerted to enemy tracks, but it was a bitch to walk in, especially on hills. At least that’s what Myron told himself when he slipped going up a hill, and Fontaine was right there to keep him up righted. Myron looked at Fontaine’s hand on his elbow holding him up and pushing him up the hill. It seemed an almost human reaction. What had the jungle done to the real Duke Fontaine? The one he knew would have let him roll down the hill and laughed the entire time.

“Careful there now LT. We can’t afford for anyone of us to get injured if we want to make the designated LZ in three days.”

“I’ll keep that in mind Fontaine.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take point? I know you’re not use to it.”

Myron gave him a piercing glare. “Are you assuming that just because I’m a LT that I don’t know what I’m doing up here?”

Duke just gave Myron his “know it all” smile. “After you then LT.”

Myron silently counted to ten to calm himself down. Fontaine had once again implied something negative, but when challenged to explain his remark, he just dropped the subject. “I just want you to know that I have been on point before thank you very much, and besides that I’m the guide out here. Remember?”

“Like I said Goldman, after you.”

Myron snatched his elbow from Fontaine and headed up the hill holding back at least twenty obscenities that were entering his mind. Why the hell did this guy get under his skin so bad? Why did he let this guy ruffle his feathers? Don’t give him the fucking satisfaction Goldman. That’s what he’s trying to do. He wants to get you flustered and pissed off, just like McKay. The difference is McKay never has to spend three days with you. A night alone in the hooch with you is the most he can take. You have to spend three long days out here with this prick. You need to calm your ass down.

After a few hours of peace and quiet, Myron was beginning to think he could make it through this. Just don’t talk to him and everything will be okay.

“Mekong River is about half a click from here. We’re going to have to cross it. Are you going to be okay with that”? Goldman looked back at Fontaine in shock.

“What the fuck do I look like? A cherry grunt?”

“Damm. I was just asking. It’s deeper than what you’re use to crossing. This is its deepest part because all of the rain comes down those hills and fills the river up to near flood stage.”

Myron saw the sincerity in Fontaine’s eyes. “Sorry. It’s just you always seem to be implying that I’m not qualified to be out here with the great CIA agent.”

“You don’t need to be so fucking paranoid Goldman. If I didn’t think you were qualified I wouldn’t have asked for you and Anderson in the first place, and just because Anderson’s not here doesn’t mean I think you’re any less capable.”

Myron thought about all the things Fontaine had said today. He realized that maybe he was just being paranoid. He felt vulnerable without Anderson, and being out here alone with this “head case”, as Anderson had termed it, was putting him on edge.

“How deep is it?” Myron asked nonchalantly.

“About six to eight feet. We’re going to have to swim across and the current is strong.”

“No problem.” Myron lied. He hated to be wet. He hated leeches, and he hated the stench of the polluted water. It got into your nostrils and your ears, and it burned your eyes. Wading through a river was one thing but swimming it was an entirely different thing. The leeches would attach themselves to your scalp and to your neck. They would sometimes crawl down into your fatigues and hide. River swims always meant stripping down to the bare minimum and examining yourself and others. This is just what I need. Fontaine will take one look at me and find something else to make fun of.

Duke seemed to be staring holes into Myron’s head. “Look, I was thinking that if you don’t mind, I think we should set camp after the river crossing. I hate fucking leeches, and I would rather find them now when they’re nice and skinny then when they’re disgustingly fat full of my blood. Besides, it will give us a chance to dry our fatigues.”

For the first time all day, Myron cracked a smile. “That sounds good to me. I hate the leeches too, and I hate walking around looking and smelling like a wet dog.”

After about fifteen minutes, Myron saw the Mekong River. He stared at it apprehensively. It was at least eight feet deep and it was threatening to come out of its banks. “We’ll need to go at least a click from here to camp. This thing could flood any second, and that’s all we need to be flushed down the jungle valley away from our objective.”

Fontaine agreed with his assessment, and they began their crossing preparations. “Look, give me your gun. It will slow you down. I can carry them both and the radio.”

Myron rolled his eyes in disgust. Thuy muy must think that I am completely helpless. “I’m perfectly capable of holding a seven pound M-16 Fontaine. Stop treating me like a woman. I may be skinny, but I’m tougher than I look.”

Fontaine snatched the M-16 from Myron, “give me the fucking gun and get your skinny ass in the river”.

“Fuck you. I will not let you talk to me like that Fontaine. My own men don’t talk to me like that.”

“That’s because they respect you Goldman. Now, are you going to make me carry you across?”

“You fucking bastard. I’m going to…”Myron’s threat was cut off when Fontaine grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder. “Let me down Fontaine. I can do this myself.”

Myron kicked Fontaine’s chest adamantly protesting the ride across the river. “Fontaine put me down before I repyou.you.”

Fontaine wrapped an arm around Myron’s legs to keep him from kicking. “Who the hell you going to report me to? I don’t officially work for anyone.”

Myron took ten deep breaths once again. “Alright, would you put me down if I behave myself? I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut and cross the river. You can even carry my gun.”

“Okay Goldman.” He was put back on his feet somewhat surprised that Fontaine didn’t drop him to the ground. “Like I said, move your skinny ass across the river.”

Goldman reluctantly handed his rifle over to Fontaine and headed to the riverbank. He’s such a fucking bastard. He may have won this round, but just wait until I’m on the other side of this river.

“You first Fontaine. I’ll follow you.”

“I don’t think so Goldman. I want to be able to grab you if you get caught in the current.”

“And who’s going to grab you if you get into trouble?”

“I won’t get into trouble. Just worry about yourself. You’ll be fine.” Fontaine put his hand on the back of Goldman’s shoulder to give him a not so gentle shove into the river.

With his first step, the water was out his knees. We waded out about three more feet surprised by the current’s intensity. “Fuck this is not going to be fun Fontaine. The current is really strong. Be careful where you step, the floor is uneven and fuf hof holes.”

Myron looked back as Fontaine entered the river and he couldn’t help to think, “please don’t let me mess up. I don’t want him to have to help me, thus proving his point that I am incapable of anything without Anderson’s guiding hand.”

With his next step, Myron found himself going under the surface. He instinctively began swimming desperately trying to swim against the strong current. He managed to get his head above water for just a moment before he was dragged under again. Not surprisingly, Myron felt a strong hand wrap around his waist and he was dragged back to the surface only to find the smiling face of Duke Fontaine.

“Hold on I got you. Don’t struggle, and I’ll be able to get us across.”

Myron embarrassingly allowed himself to be dragged along like a rag-doll, and he thought he would die in humiliation at the thought of this brute saving him from drowning. Goldman, you are a Special Ops Commander. You should be able to do something as simple as this. You are fucking worthless.

Before he knew it they were across the river and Myron was dragged safely onto the bank. He coughed trying to expel the filthy water from his lungs. He snatched the black wrap from his head and wiped the water from his eyes. He looked over at Fontaine who was checking to make sure that the radio was working. “Thanks.” He si sai said.

“No problem. The radio works. Let’s hope the rifles do too.”

Myron pulled himself to his feet, grabbed the M-16 from Fontaine and headed off into the bush. He couldn’t help but wonder when this nightmare was going to end.


Fontaine’s POV:

They walked about a click from the river as agreed upon, and they found a relatively “safe” location near a patch of high thick bushes to camp. Fontaine couldn’t take his eyes off the wet Lieutenant. Holding him by the waist, feeling his body touching his was just about too much. He almost plundered the poor boy on the riverbank. He couldn’t get the visions of a very wet sexy Lieutenant lying on the shore begging to be fucked. He imagined Goldman pulling back his clinging wet fatigue jacket to expose one pink hardened nipple. Next, Goldman would put a finger up to those “made for sucking” lips, and flick his tongue over the tip of the finger and draw it into his hot mouth. He would then take the wet finger and trace his nipple with the tip of his finger softly arching his neck back and moaning for Fontaine’s touch. Fontaine licked his lips at the thought of sucking on that perky pink tit all night.

“Hello, Fontaine. Did you hear me?”

Duke shook his head to clear his those thoughts from his head. “Not just yet Duke. The time will soon be here for those types of games, but right now you need to focus on the objective, getting Goldman tust ust you.”

“I’m sorry Goldman. I was too busy thinking about how many leeches I feel sucking on my skin.”

“I said give me the radio. I need to call in our position.”

Fontaine handed the receiver to Goldman and he waited patiently as Goldman called in their position to Camp Barnett. He had purposely knelt down to tie his boots as Goldman remained standing. He couldn’t help but to look at Myron’s crotch. It took everything in him not to rip those wet pants off the boy and fuck him till be bled. Jesus, how do Anderson and your men get any work done with this in front of their face everyday? I wonder how many times they have risked their lives to save your pretty little ass.

He took the receiver from him and placed it back on the radio. He took the radio off his back, as well as his side arm, his grenades, and knapsack. It was time to do a little leech inspection, or as he liked to call it, a little preview before the actual show.

He was happy to see Myron following his lead. The Lieutenant was slowly taking off his gear. Duke could tell he was hesitant about stripping in front of him, but he wasn’t about to turn away. Within seconds, he was stripped completely naked. He noticed the disgust in Goldman’s eyes. “Sorry about the Commando thing. I never wear underwear on missions. I get the worst jock-itch when I wear them.”

“It’s alright. A lot of my men do it too. Sometimes I do, but not this time.” Goldman embarrassingly admitted. He added softly to himself, “Thank God”, but Fontaine heard him and smiled.

With each inch of tanned skin exposed, Duke got more and more excited. With no covering for his dick, he had to really focus on not getting an erection. How the hell would he explain that to the kid? He was already scared to death being out here alone with him. Goldman may not realize that yet, but he knew he was terrified. Anderson had put that bug in his ear at the base talking about him slitting Myron’s throat and sucking his blood. Hell, I could think of something else I’d like to suck.

By the time Myron was down to his army-issued boxers, Fontaine was in overdrive. He put on his best cold-hearted CIA face and approached Goldman for inspection. As predicted, Goldman inspected him in about ten seconds. “All clear.”

Fontaine planned on taking more time to inspect the luscious piece of ass in front of him. He didn’t touch Goldman, but his eyes were caressing the golden skin with a lustful glare. “Do you want me to check your ass? I mean you can check your privates but you can’t see back there.”

Fontaine loved the look of dread in Goldman’s eyes. He knew the horror stories of leeches attaching themselves to the most unlikely places, and he knew he didn’t have a choice but to let Duke inspect him. “Go ahead, but do it quickly.”

Duke pulled back the boxers to expose the most perfect rounded ass he had ever seen. He knelt down to inspect it and it took all of his willpower not to thrust his tongue inside that crack. He wanted to taste him and make him scream in pleasure or pain if he made him. He forced himself to standup and he patted Myron on the naked shoulder. “All clear Goldman. Nothing going to be sucking you off tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just forget it Goldman.” He loved getting him ruffled like this. He knew that his statement would eat away at Myron for hours.

He hung his uniform on a branch and took at a clean pair of shorts form his knapsack. He noticed Goldman hidden behind a branch changing into some dry boxers as well. He is a shy boy isn’t he? I’m just going to have to do something about that.

They sat together digging in their knapsacks for food. Fontaine was disappointed that Goldman had also packed a dry t-shirt in his sack. He was hoping to see more of this beautiful boy than what he was seeing.

However, his disappointment was short lived when he saw Goldman opening a can of Skippy. He remembered from their first mission together how he ate his peanut butter. He dug into the can with his finger and placed it at his lips. His pink tongue flickered out to lick the gooey substance off of his finger. It took everything in Fontaine not to moan out loud. This boy was a fucking t. Di. Didn’t he know what sucking on one’s finger did to horny men?

Myron’s POV:

Myron opened his eyes barely enough to see Fontaine through the early morning light. The bastard was staring at him and smiling. “What the hell are you looking out Fontaine?”

“Let me guess. You’re not a morning person. Shocker.”

Myron glared at him as he sat up against a tree. In typical bush fashion, he was stiff, sore, and disoriented. He hated sleeping in the jungle, but he didn’t exactly have a lot of choice in the matter. “Why do you have to be so difficult? I just asked you a question.”

He was answered when Fontaine stood up and walked away. “God, he pisses me off!” he thought to himself grabbing his dry uniform from the branch.

After a quick bite to eat and a salt pill, they headed off to their objective. According to Fontaine’s information, they should make it to the bunker by early afternoon. Their orders were to take pictures of the bunker, examine the tunnel system, and grab the NVA General if possible. Myron wasn’t too sure about the tunnel system, and he damm well knew that they weren’t getting close enough to snatch an NVA general.

“Typical army bullshit.” Myron thought out loud.

“Goldman, what the hell are you talking about?” Fontaine stopped and asked.

“Sending us out here to search and capture. They know that there is no way in hell that we’re going to be able to get our hands on a NVA general, and we’re probably going to get killed exploring the tunnels with no backup.”

“You’re not going to need any back-up with me around Goldman.”

Myron rolled his eyes in disgust and pointed ahead to get Fontaine walking again. “We’ll be there in a couple of s, as, and then we can argue about your value to this mission.”

The comfortable silenced that followed waothiothing to Myron’s ears. He could hear the birds squawking and the insects were buzzing. Due to the cloud cover, the heat was bearable, and the quiet partner was a blessing. He found himself day dreaming about a beach with the waves crashing onto the sand. He could almost feel the sand squishing through his toes, and water tickling his feet. All that was missing from the dream was someone to share it with. He instantly thought of the deceased Alex Devlin, but he quickly pushed those painful memories away. He smiled when he thought of the perfect person…

“Bunker at 9 o’clock Goldman.”

Myron was quickly pulled back to reality with Fontaine’s words. He grabbed the binoculars and looked at the intended target. There were no VC or NVA in the bunker, and a quick scan of the area produced no enemy as well. Myron figured that they must be in the tunnel system, if there was one underneath the bunker.

“Anything?” Fontaine asked taking the binoculars from Myron.

“No. I couldn’t see anything. We should set up a perimeter first before entering the bunker. At least that way we’ll know if Charlie’s coming.”

Fontaine agreed, and they diligently setup a secure perimeter rigged with Claymores and trip wires. Once they were satisfied, they headed into the bunker. They carefully scanned the area for booby traps and mines, but they found nothing. The bunker itself was your typical VC bunker. It had a blanket, water, and rice. There was no evidence of ammunition, maps, are recent occupation. Upon further inspection, there was no evidence of a tunnel system or any other entrance to the bunker besides the “front door”.

“Shit! Those fucking gooks gave me wrong information again. I’m going to start breaking their legs before I kick their ass off the chopper.”

“Fontaine, as much as I love to hear about your interrogation deficiencies, I just want to say that I have a bad feeling about this. Something’s not right here. Why the hell would this bunker be here in the middle of nowhere with no other bunkers or tunnel system. This isn’t exactly a prime AOL for us to fight over. We rarely make it this far down the Mekong River. Why would this be here?”

Fontaine ignored Myron’s concerns and picked up the blanket to smell it. “Fucking gook’s been here Goldman. I can smell their nasty shit on this blanket, and I wouldn’t touch this water with a ten-foot pole.”

“I mean it Fontaine. I want to get out of here. Something’s not right here.”

Goldman headed outside the bunker with every intention of leaving. He had learned a long time ago to pay attention to his instincts, and right now his instincts were telling him to get the hell out of there.

“That’s affirmative sir. We have located the intended target. There is evidence of recent enemy occupation. I recommend that we scout out the target for the intended duration. We will make contact at 0 hou hours to verify LZ pick-up. Over.”

Myron rushed into the bunker in shock at Fontaine’s transmission. “We are not staying here. We are heading to the LZ now.”

The radio responded, “Roger that. We will expect communication at 08:00 hours. Radio if you need assistance. Over and out.”

“Well, looks like we’re stuck here for the night Goldman. You might as well get used to the idea.”

“You son of a bitch, you knew I wanted to leave this fucking bunker, and you ignored my command, and you…”

Myron’s rant was interrupted when Fontaine shot across the room, knocked his M-16 to the ground, threw him up against the wall, and put his hand roughly over Myron’s mouth.

“Shut up Gol. I . I thought I heard something.”

Myron struggled to calm down and breathe properly. The filthy hand was not taken away, and he saw a hint of pleasure in Fontaine’s eyes. He also listened out for the noise that had caused Fontaine to react the way he had.

After a few seconds, the hand was slowly taken away from his mouth, but the body remained where it was up against Myron’s lean frame. “Get away from me.” Myron whispered harshly.

Fontaine looked deeply into Myron’s eyes and a smile slowly lit up his face and his eyes. “Make me.”

Myron felt an instant need to reach for his side arm, but Fontaine grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head roughly. “Let me go.”

“I don’t think so Goldman. I’ve been waiting too long for this opportunity.” He leaned cr inr into the body allowing Myron to feel his erection through his pants, and he took Myron’s sidearm out of his holster.

“Is this what you want Goldman?” Myron looked on in disgust as Fontaine brought the barrel of the gun to his mouth and liked it seductively. He inserted the barrel into his mouth and sucked it eagerly looking intently into Myron’s eyes. “I can’t wait to do this to you.”

Myron gasped in horror at Fontaine’s crudeness and fought to get fr“Get“Get the fuck off of me Fontaine.”

He squirmed in disgust as Fontaine traced a finger down his chest to his hip. He turned his head to the side to avoid the bastard’s lips. They found his neck ear,ear, but not his lips. “Fontaine! Stop this shit now, before you do something you’re going to regret.”

Fontaine laughed, “You mean before I do something you’re going to regret”. His hand slipped into Goldman’s shirt and pinched a nipple into hardness. Goldman groaned in discomfort as his body was manipulated into action.

As Fontaine began opening his tiger-stripes, Myron actually began hoping the VC would trip the perimeter. He would rather be outnumbered in the bush than to be alone with this monster.


Fontaine’s POV:

The sensation caused by Myron’s squirming was setting Fontaine on fire. “Boy, you better stop moving around like that or I might shoot my load in my pants.”

Goldman froze with Fontaine’s warning, and Duke couldn’t help but tease him. “Now, did you freeze like that because it disgusts you or because it would disappoint you if I came so quick?”

“Let me go Fontaine. I don’t want you touching me.” Goldman started struggling again and Duke could do nothing but smile at the struggling beauty.

“God, you’re sexy when you’re mad. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.” Fontaine reached down to stroke Goldman’s crotch. To his surprise he was semi-hard.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this prize so soon. I thought you would at least try to pretend you didn’t want me.”

Goldman kicked out and landed a solid hit to one of Duke’s knees, and he grimaced in pain as he as he held Myron to the wall while inspecting the wounded area. “Is that really the best you can do Goldman? I thought your precious Anderson would have trained you better. You hit like a fucking bitch.”

Goldman answered back with a head-butt to Fontaine’s nose. He instantly dropped Myron’s wrist and grabbed his nose. It was bleeding and it felt like it had been broke. Even through his pain, he saw Goldman run out of the bunker into the jungle. He laughed and then shouted, “Goldman, you’re making this hard on yourself. Come back in here to daddy, so I can punish you for being a bad little girl.”

When he emerged from the bunker, Goldman was nowhere in sight. He had to admit to himself that this was not part of the plan. As much fun as it was going to be to hunt the little bastard, he didn’t want to spend the whole afternoon and night doing it. He scanned the area for broken limbs and footprints. He knew Goldman didn’t have time to cover his trail, so he should be relatively easy to find, but he would still rather be doing other things.

“Ready or not here I come.”

Despite the heat and the pain in his nose and knee, Fontaine was enjoying the chase. It wouldn’t have been fun if the stubborn bitch hadn’t put up a fight. He felt himself getting hard again with the idea of punishing Goldman. His mind was running over the possible scenarios when he heard a twig break in thetanctance. He hoped it was Goldman and not Charlie.

He inched himself closer to the sound carefully observing for the slightest hint of a trap. He knew that Goldman may have been small, but he was a skilled soldier. Of course, a smart soldier would have headed to the LZ pickup early, but then again Goldman didn’t have a weapon.

As he approached the area of concern, he was hit in the back of his neck with a solid object and he lost his footing. Goldman took advantage of his falling, and he grabbed the M-16 from Fontaine. Duke looked up at Goldman seeing him with the gun in one hand and a bundle of Bamboo in the other. The little fucker had outmaneuvered him to his surprise.

“Not bad Goldman. You must be real proud of yourself.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What were you trying to pull back there? This is not the time or place for your insanity.”

Duke watched Goldman pacing around him full of anger and amazement. He slowly began to get up to his feet.

“Stay there. Don’t get up.”

Duke looked at Myron and began smiling. He continued to get up to his feet daring Goldman to attack. He was hoping that he would lunge at him so that he could regain the upper hand.

“Sit down Fontaine.”

“Make me Goldman. I dare you.”

Instead of forcing him to sit down, Goldman began walking backwards towards the bunker with the gun pointed at him, daring him to make a move. He couldn’t help but smile. This boy never ceased to amaze him. Just when he thought his anger would get the best of him; he would manage to rein it in and do the right thing.

Duke continued walking towards the retreating Goldman increasing his speed, as the terrain got bumpier, and forcing the little prick to speed up as well. “Be careful Goldman. I wouldn’t want you to fall. You really should slow down.”

Goldman suddenly stopped and Fontaine ran right into the M-16. The gun was pointed at his chest. “That’s enough. Back the fuck off.” Goldman warned.

“What you going to oldmoldman? Shoot an unarmed man?”

“You’re not unarmed. I know you have a knife or two hidden; not to mention grenades and C-4.”

“You really think I would use those things on you? I was just fucking playing with you back there. I knew you didn’t want to stay the night, so I tried to make it worse for you by being the asshole that I always am. I can’t help it. I like to see you get pissed.”

“You honestly expect me to believe that Fontaine? Even you wouldn’t go that far just to piss me off.”

Taking advantage of Goldman’s rant, Fontaine tackled the smaller man, and wrenched the gun away from him. Before Goldman even knew it, he was lying on his back being choked by the long barrel of the gun. He looked down into Goldman’s eyes and laughed. “No, I wouldn’t go that far to piss you off, but I would go this far to fuck you.”

He grabbed Goldman by the neck and pulled him to his feet. He turned the struggling officer around and wrapped his arm around his neck. Goldman scratched at his arm and attempted to kick at his legs. “Damm, you’re turning me on Goldman. I knew you would be a handful in the sack.”

He wrapped his other arm around Goldman and lifted the struggling man off his feet, dragging him back into the er. er. He threw him down to the ground and readjusted the gun strap on his shoulder to take aim at the vulnerable Goldman.

Myron got to his feet quickly and backed up into the back of the bunker watching Fontaine pull down the camouflage curtain that hid the bunker’s entrance. Duke found himself rather amused by the look of fear on the boy’s face.

As he approached the terrified Goldman, he massaged his neck. “That really hurt man, and I think you broke my nose too. I’m going to really enjoy getting even with you.”

He reached out for Goldman who instinctively ran away from him. He got away from Fontaine and headed towards the entrance, but Fontaine tackled him re hre he got there. “Not this time Goldman. You’re not getting away from me again.”

He punched Myron twice in the face and bent down to lick the blood off his lip. “You taste so fucking good baby. Daddy can’t wait to make you scream. Don’t you want to scream for me little girl?”

“No! Get off. You’re not my fucking daddy, and the only screams you’re going to get from me are fuck off and die.” Goldman attempted to push him off with his hands, but that only encouraged Fontaine.

He punched Goldman again and smiled at the look of pain on Myron’s face. “You’re so frail my love. I’m afraid you’re already bruising. You keep talking to me like that and I just might have to bruise every inch of your beautiful body. Would you like that?”

Goldman pushed harder at Fontaine’s chest, and he wrapped his legs around Duke’s l He He twisted and lifted his body so that he was now on top of Fontaine. He tried to grab the gun, but Fontaine managed to slam the butt of the gun in his head instead. Duke took advantage of the stunned Goldman to yank him back down on his back.

“Damm Goldman you sure are making me work hard for this, but I know you’re going to be worth it, and I guess screams of pain are better than no screams at all…”

Myron’s POV:

“Let me go you bastard!”

Fontaine ignored Myron’s pleas and he continued to unbutton his uniform jacket. He was holding his wrists down tightly with one large hand, and the other hand was undressing and caressing him.

Fontaine bent down and bit his left ear hard and Myron couldn’t help but to arch his back. He heard Fontaine snickering at his reaction, and he immediately began to struggle again.

“You know boy if I didn’t know better I would think you were enjoying yourself.”

To prove that he was wrong, Myron spat in Fontaine’s face.ah, ah, I’m having a blast.”

Fontaine wiped the spit off of his face slowly and sucked the spit off of his finger seductively. He caressed Myron’s face and bent down to get a kiss. As predicted, Myron turned his face to the side refusing the kiss. Fontaine grabbed his face roughly keeping it in one place. He stole a kiss from Myron and licked his lips tenderly.

“You are so sweet baby. Daddy’s going to love you all night.”

“Whatever Fontaine. Just get it over with quick.”

Fontaine stopped his advances to look Myron in the eyes. “You know Goldman, I’ve been through a lot of shit to set this whole thing up. The least you could do is act enthusiastic about me fucking you. I promise you’ll never forget my cock.”

“Enthusiastic? Did you honestly think I would lay here and take it up the ass like a slut?”

“Well, I know you do that for Anderson. Maybe even McKay.”

Myron’s anger went into overdrive. He started bucking his hips up in an attempt to throw Fontaine off of him, and he began kicking out his legs violently.

“Get the fuck off of me now Fontaine.”

Fontaine continued to straddle Myron’s hips, but he wrapped his legs around the struggling Goldman’s legs to keep them in place.

“What’s the matter Goldman? Are you afraid I’m going to tell your squad about your dirty little secret?”

“I am not fucking around with Anderson or McKay, and if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get off of me now.”

“What are you going to do to me Goldman? Spit on me again? I’m sorry to tell you this, but I like having your spit on me. It makes me really hot.”

Myron tried vainly to get away from Fontaine’s grip, but he was just too much heavier and larger to defeat in this position. Myron stopped struggling and looked off to the side of the bunker for weapons or other means of escape. He refused to look Fontaine in the eyes. He would not give him the satisfaction of seeinfeatfeat in his eyes.

“That’s better beautiful. Struggling will only cause you more pain Goldman.” He finished ripping open Goldman’s jacket and yanked his t-shirt over his head. He heard Goldman gasp in surprise. He laughed softly into his neck just before he bit into his skin as hard as he could.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Just sucking your blood Goldman.”

Myron closed his eyes in dread as Fontaine bent down to suck more blood from wounwound. Anderson’s fears were coming true, and there was nothing either one of them could do to stop it.

“Now for those sweet perky nipples.” Fontaine warned ing ing down Myron’s sweat-covered chest. He couldn’t help but groan in pain as Fontaine bit into his left tit, sucking it to full attention. He was also aware of his pants being roughly opened and pulled down with Fontaine’s foot.

“No, please don’t do that.”

“I’ll do as I please Goldman.” Fontaine warned yanking Myron’s boxers down roughly. Before Myron knew it he was naked and ready for Fontaine’s assault.

“Duke, please don’t do this to me. I don’t want you to do t I’v I’ve never…” Myron’s mouth was covered by Fontaine’s hand once again.

“Listen carefully Goldman. This ain’t no made for TV movie with a happy ending. All the begging to stop isn’t going to help. Now, the only thing I want to hear from your mouth is moans of pleasure or pain. If you tell me “no” or “stop” again I will gag you. Do you understand?”

Myron’s eyes were full of hatred and anger. He hesitated to answer, and he suddenly felt his nose pinched close. He couldn’t breathe, but he refused to panic.

“Do you understand Goldman?”

Myron stared into Fontaine’s eyes wondering if he was always this cruel or was he a victim of the harsh, heartless CIA training. Stubborn as always, Myron waited until the last possible moment of breathlessness before he nodded “yes” to his ater. er.

“Good decision boy. Now where was I?”

Myron arched his back in pain when Fontaine shoved two spit-coated fingers in his ass with no regard to the pain he was causing.

“You know Goldman, you’re lucky I’m even loosening you up. You don’t deserve it after you broke my fucking nose. As a matter of fact, I was going to do this nice and slow the first time, but I think you deserve to feel my wrath first.”

All Goldman could focus on, besides the fingers stretching him painfully open, was the word “first” spoken by Fontaine. He realized at that moment that this was going to go on for hours, and he began to wonder if he would make it back to the LZ alive.

Fontaine’s POV:

He couldn’t hold out any longer. He had to have the little brat now. He pulled out his cock from his pants, coated it with spit, and rammed it into the pretty officer. The scream of pain that came from Goldman’s mouth almost made him come. He couldn’t hbut but laugh at Goldman’s reaction.

“Damm, I bet that hurt. Didn’t it?” He looked at Goldman’s face and smiled widely at the apparent tears coming from Myron’s eyes.

“Do you cry like this for Anderson?”

Goldman simply ignored the question and looked at the wall of the bunker in shame. Fontaine grabbed his faoughoughly, bruising it easily.

“You will lot met me as I take you Goldman. I want to see your gorgeous eyes full of tears and shame. It really gets me off seeing the pain I’m causing.”

He held Myron’s face roughly forcing him to look into his eyes. Goldman didn’t close his eyes as he predicted, instead he stared daggers of hatred back to Fontaine.

“That’s it Goldman. I’m not going to last long this time, but I promise I’ll be ready to go another round real soon. I can’t wait to make you beg for it. My CIA training in torture is going to come in real handy tonight.”

Just as he was getting to shoot his load into the hottest ass he had ever had, he took a final look at Myron’s bruised and bloody face. He couldn’t help but notice the small smile spreading across those beautiful lips. He wondered if Goldman was suddenly getting off on the fuck.

“I knew you wanted this Gold…”


Myron’s POV:

“I knew you wanted this Gold…” Myron laid in shock as Fontaine’s neck was snapped roughly causing instant death.

Fontaine’s body was thrown off to the side, and it rep replaced with the concerned face of Johnny McKay.

Myron had seen him sneaking up behind Fontaine. He smiled in recognition, but he didn’t expect such violence from his friend. He had himself snapped necks of the VC or NVA, but he never knew the “chopper jock” had it in him.

He couldn’t’ move from the shock of a Fontaine being killed while he was inside of him. It was morbid and disturbing, and he pulled away from McKay’s touch. He pulled his t-shirt down and reached for his pants. He winced in pain as he attempted to sit up.

“Don’t move Myron. I’ll get them for you. Look, I’m sorry about my reaction, but I lost my mind for a moment. I’m still fucking shaking in anger.”

“What are you doing here McKay?”

He saw the look of disgust in Johnny’s eyes. Yeah, he knew he should be grateful for McKay’s presence, but his immediate concern was protecting himself from more lies and humiliation.

“Anderson radioed me and asked mefollfollow you guys, so I stayed about a click behind you the whole time. When I got to the bunker, I knew something was wrong when I heard you screaming in pain. I came in here expecting to see you injured or something. When I saw what he was doing to you, I couldn’t help but react the way I did.”

Myron fastened his pants and looked suspiciously into McKay’s eyes. “Anderson told you to follow us? Why?”

He handed Myron his M-16 off of the floor and he bent down to tie Myron’s boots for him. Myron looked down at his friend struggling to remember when the boots were taken off and how he got them back on.

“Anderson said that he had a bad feeling about the mission, and he wanted me to keep an eye out for you. I let my co-pilot take the chopper back to base, told him to inform Colonel Brewster and Anderson of what I was doing, and I took off after you with the emergency radio and gear. I listened to your radio transmissions, so I figured everything was okay.”

Myron couldn’t help but jump in shock as Johnny threw his cantina up against the bunker wall causing it to shatter instantly.

“Look, I’m the one who should be doing that, not you!”

“You don’t get it Myron! I was out there in the bush waiting for you to leave at 08:00 hours for the LZ. I thought everything was okay in here. I sat out there and did absolutely nothing to help you as that bastard violated you! How can I expect you or Anderson to forgive me? I’m such a fucking idiot!”

Goldman almost told him to fuck off and die like Fontaine. The selfish prick was crying. He was upset about guilt, while the victim was calm and unemotional as always. Fucking bastard always had cared more about himself than others. He should be comforting me, not the other way around.

“McKay, it’s okay. You had no way knowing what was going on in here. Besides, you stopped him.”

“I think it’s safe to say I was too late.”

Myron nodded in agreement and looked at McKay thoughtfully. “Well, thanks anyway.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope. Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

McKay asked, “What are we going to do with him?”

“We’re not carrying him to the LZ. We’ll just say he got his neck snappe a g a gook, and we had to leave him behind until we could another team out here to fetch his body.”

Johnny agreed with the idea, and he radioed in requesting a new dust-off time. Once everything was packed and ready the two men began to head out the bunker to begin their journey to the LZ.

Myron took one last look at Fontaine’s body as McKay headed out the bunker. Smiling, Myron spat into Fontaine’s face.

“I hope having me spit in your face makes you all hot in hell you bastard.”

Myron didn’t look back as he left the bunker to meet up with McKay. As usual, he put on his “nothing can bother me” face and smiled at McKay. He knew he would have to deal with the ordeal sooner or later, but right now was not the right time or place. Maybe he would look back on this moment months from now and cry in shame and humiliation, but right now the only thought running through his head was getting back to Anderson and his men. They, along with McKay, were the only people on this earth he could count on in the bush.

He knew that this place had cost him so much already. He had lost men, his innocence, his need to smile and laugh, Nikki, Alex, and now the Nam had taken away his dignity and manhood. He knew that like all the other things he had lost already, he would forget about them until he was back home, in America, in his empty apartment in Queens. He had hoped that he would have someone to share all of this with, but after Fontaine and his abuse, he knew that he would never allow another man to touch him again, not even Anderson…

The End