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Infidel (1/2) (mm, non cons, circumcision)
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The Infidel
A Story by Prisoner
I tried to stifle another yawn and looked at my watch. It was
03:30.
"Damn" I thought to myself, "another hour before my tour is
over."
I got up from behind the desk, and walked towards the office
door. I opened it and looked up and down the dark corridor.
There is nothing as boring as embassy duty in the middle of the
night.
"Oh well, at least I don't have to stand outside in the cold like
those other jarheads." I mused silently.
Being a Marine sergeant had some privileges. I walked down the
corridor towards the men's room. I entered and switched on the
light. After pissing, I went over and washed my hands, looking
at my reflection in the mirror. I dried my hands, and then
rubbed the dark stubble on my head. I never could get used to
the Marine Corps hair style. When I first joined the Marines out
of high school three years ago, I had been real proud of my dark
wavy hair. Oh, well. There were other things the Corps taught
me to be proud of.
I continued staring, dark brown eyes stared back at me beneath
black eyebrows. I smiled, revealing the $5000 my folks had paid
to give me that million dollar smile. Vain? Hell yes I'm vain.
I've had enough propositions from women and men to know that I've
got something to offer. Shit, even when I was 14 or 15 I was
being chased. I was a "pretty boy" then, thank god I look more
masculine now. I guess the Corps had something to do with it,
hardening and toughening me.
My eyes swept down to my chest and the uniform blouse that
outlined every definition. Like I said, I'd been kind of soft
when I joined, skinny actually. I looked at my watch. It was
03:40.
"What the hell" I spoke out-loud, but in a low voice, and began
to unbutton my shirt.
I pulled the shirttails out of my trousers and shucked the shirt
off, laying it carefully on the next sink. I reached down with
both hands and slowly pulled my tee shirt over my head, and
tossed it on top of my shirt.
I looked myself up and down. My chest was a uniform brown from
the hours spent at the embassy pool, and before that at the beach
in Oceanside. The brown of my skin was offset by the dark curly
hair that was set in a triangle between my nipples and
midsection. A trail of hair also extended down from my
midsection, circled around my navel and then continued on in an
almost straight line down, below my belt. A glory trail someone
had once said.
Because of basic training and my subsequent workouts, my chest
was well muscled, but not over-built. I was still fairly
slender, weighing in at 150 pounds on a 5'11" frame, but now I
had good definition. I began to finger and pinch one of my
nipples. In response, it began to firm up. I reached over and
stirred the other one to life. A familiar fire began to warm my
midsection, and I could feel my cock stirring below. I
swallowed, as my horniness grew even stronger.
I looked over my shoulder.
"Shit," I thought silently, "that's stupid, no one is here but
those two dumb jarheads outside."
I reached down and unbuckled my belt with one hand. I began to
knead my cock through the cloth of my pants with the other hand.
I slowly unzipped my trousers and pushed them down to my knees.
My cock was hard, straining against the cloth of my shorts. A
wet spot appeared on the white cotton where my cockhead oozed
precum. I quickly pushed the shorts down on top of my pants, my
cock sprang free.
I rubbed the precum over the head of my cock, and slowly began
moving the skin up and down. I pinched the edge of the foreskin
and pulled it further over the head of my cock. I had a pretty
long foreskin compared to other guys I'd seen. Mine extended a
good two inches. I pushed a finger through the end of the
foreskin and began to message the head of my cock.
"Hsssh" I gasped between clenched teeth.
God, it felt great. I pulled the foreskin back revealing the
mushroom shaped head of my cock. More precum oozed out of my
piss hole. I massaged the precum up and down the shaft. My cock
was pretty big by comparison, standing a full 9.5" when fully
hard, like it was now. I cupped my balls with my free hand and
began to knead and squeeze them.
"Aaah" I moaned as I felt the juices begin to move. I pulled
down sharply on my balls and my cock jerked and let fly with a
huge wad of thick white cum that splattered the mirror and sink.
"Aaah, aah, aaaaah" I gasped as my cock continued to shoot its
load.
I stood there for a few seconds, panting, my cock still hard, and
the last rivulets of cum oozing out and dropping onto the sink.
"Whew" I finally sighed. I pulled up my shorts and pants, and
began to put on my shirts. After I was dressed, I washed down
the sink and mirror; not wanting to leave pecker tracks to shock
the embassy staff. I looked at my watch, it was 04:15.
"Thank god" I muttered to myself as I realized that my tour was
almost over. I left the men's room and walked quickly back to
the office.
At exactly 04:30 the door opened and Sergeant Mayes entered.
"Anything happening" he asked routinely.
"Nope, nothing, just like always in this fucking sand trap." I
replied as I got up to leave.
I walked out of the office and down the corridor to the front
door. I opened it and walked out into the early morning air.
Back home it would have been cool and refreshing, but here in
Saudi Arabia it was still hot from the day before. I left the
embassy grounds and began walking towards my apartment.
I had been here for 3 months, and I still didn't like the place.
I liked the embassy duty, since there wasn't much to do. I liked
living in an apartment rather than on post, but the place was hot
and dry, and there wasn't much a gay guy could do, unless he
liked camel jockeys.
Because I was preoccupied with feeling sorry for myself for being
here in the first place, I failed to notice that a car had pulled
away from the curb when I left the embassy and was slowly
following me. It was a big mistake.
"Hey, GI" I heard a voice call out.
I turned towards the sound and found myself staring down the
barrel of an uzi poking through the window of a car. The back
doors opened and two arabs got out. I looked around to see if
anyone else was nearby, and to see if there was anyway I could
run.
"Don't be stupid GI, I can cut you down before you get 5 steps"
the voice from inside the car spoke coldly.
"What do you wa.." I started to ask, my voice quivering with
rising fear. But before I could finish, the two arabs who had
gotten out were on top of me. A rag was stuffed in my mouth, my
arms were pinned behind my back and I could feel a cord being
wrapped around my wrists. They quickly hustled me into the car
and through a blanket over me. I felt the car start to move.
We continued to drive for some time. I lost track of how long.
It felt like we were first on pavement and then, because of the
way the car bounced, on an unpaved surface. The heat was
stifling and being underneath the blanket didn't help much. I
kept thinking to myself that these must be terrorists, and I was
going to be the next item in the headlines. My mind wandered to
all sorts of images until I was jolted into reality as the car
came to an abrupt halt. The blanket was pulled off me, and the
two who had hustled me into the car now hustled me out. The sun
was so bright that I was momentarily blinded.
I blinked and tried to clear my vision. Within a few seconds my
vision began to clear. I was outdoors and around us were several
tents. The flap of one tent opened and another arab came through
it and walked toward us. I was being held by the two arabs who
had come with me. The third in the car, the one with the uzi was
standing nearby.
As the one came up, he began to speak with the one toting the
uzi. They were speaking arabic, so I had no idea what they were
saying. As they continued to speak, I looked around the camp.
There were about 4 tents. In front of each was a campfire. I
saw no other vehicles. To one side there were camels tied in a
row. I continued to scan the camp as their conversation
continued. To one side was a structure that looked like a
football goal post, with two posts upright and a third laying
across the top. Ropes hung from the middle of the cross beam.
In front of the contraption, there were four stakes that had been
pounded into the sand. They looked to be spaced the size of a
man, spread-eagled.
The conversation stopped and I looked back towards the two who
had been speaking. The one with the uzi came over to me.
"Welcome, GI" he spoke in mock friendliness. "My father, " he
indicated the other arab with a nod, "welcomes you too."
I stood there, silently since I was gagged.
"Oh, how thoughtless of me" he commented as he pulled the gag
free. "Now you can speak."
"What do you want, why am I here.." I started to stammer.
"What do we want" he interjected, causing me to stop talking.
"What we want and why you are here are the same thing" he smiled.
I must have looked confused.
"You are here, because we want ....you" he answered.
"My government won't submit to kidnapers, they won't pay any
ransom." I stated, hoping that they would, in fact, pay whatever
they had to to get me out of here.
"No, no GI" he spoke in earnest, "you don't understand."
I must have really looked confused then.
"I said we want you, and that is all we want. You." he offered.
"I don't understand.. I began to stammer"
The other arab, his father, shouted out something in arabic. By
the tone of his voice he wasn't pleased with what was going on.
The one in front of me turned and answered. Then he turned back
to me.
"My father is impatient. He wants us to get on with it."
Now I was really confused, and afraid.
"Get on with what" I asked, my voice quivering in real fear.
The arab ignored my question and put down his uzi. He then
pulled a dagger out of his robe and came up next to me. I closed
my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, knowing that he was going to
kill me. I heard laughter and opened my eyes to see him
grinning.
"No GI, " he purred, "we are not going to kill you. We are going
to save you."
He grabbed the cloth of my shirt and pulled and with his knife
began to cut away the fabric. As soon as my shirt was shredded
he pulled off the tatters and discarded them. He pulled the neck
of my tee shirt and inserted the blade, and pulled down, ripping
the tee shirt in two. A few cuts later and the tee shirt joined
the pile of rags at my feet. I was now stripped to the waist.
He took the point of the knife and touched first one and then the
other of my nipples.
"Hssh" I gasped, more in fear than in pain, since he didn't even
nick me.
"In time, my friend, in time" he spoke softly. He grabbed the
waistband of my trousers and cut downward, ripping the trousers.
He cut down each leg until the pants fell away. He reached down
and pulled off my shoes and socks. The sand burned my feet. I
stood there, wearing only my shorts.
"You have a nice body" he mused "even if you are an infidel."
He inserted the blade in the waistband of my shorts and began to
rip and tear the cloth. In a few seconds I stood there totally
naked.
"As I suspected" he hissed as he reached over and grabbed by cock
and balls " you do not have the mark of the covenant." he
continued showing my uncut cock to the other arabs.
His father shouted more arabic words, and the two who held me
pushed and shoved me towards the stakes that were in the ground.
As we got there, they pushed me down onto the ground. The arab
with the uzi pointed it at me.
"In case you get any foolish ideas" he smiled.
They cut through the cord that bound my wrists, but before I
could rub them, they pushed me down on my back, and pulled my
arms up and out. In a few moments they had secured each of my
wrists to the stakes above my head. They then went to my ankles
and pulled my legs down, and apart, securing the ankles to the
stakes at my feet. I closed my eyes against the bright sun.
"In case you are wondering what this is about" the arab spoke
slowly, " my father instructed us to bring back an infidel. An
american infidel. The reason...he believes that the Americans
have caused our people to forget their heritage. He is filled
with anger." he continued talking as he stooped down by my head,
his hand began to wander across my chest, fingering the hair
there, and pinching and twisting my nipples.
"He wanted to attack the American embassy, to punish them. That
would have been foolish. We convinced him that he could vent his
rage against a single american, as a symbol of his displeasure."
he smiled down at me. His hand continued to wander down my
chest, fingering my pubic hair and then slowly rubbing against my
cock.
"So, you are the chosen one" he continued to smile. His hand was
expert, even tied down in the middle of the desert, stark naked,
and waiting for god knows what, my cock responded by growing
harder. I couldn't believe it.
"You are here to suffer the punishment my father wanted to give
your embassy. You are the symbolic representative of your
people."
My cock started to pulse. I tried to will away the coming
orgasm. The arab laughed and continued to stroke my dick. I
clenched my teeth.
"Ooooh" I moaned as my cock began to ejaculate thick gobs of cum.
"Hmm, " the arab mused, "it is true what I have heard about you
Americans." he spoke softly as he rubbed the cum into my chest
and over my cock and balls.
"What's that" I spoke with hatred.
"That you prize sex above all other pleasantries, and will have
orgasms even when you are in pain." he answered matter of factly.
"We will see if it is true, we will provide you with the pain."
His father came over carrying a clay pot. He spoke something to
the son, who got up and moved away from me. The father knelt at
my side and smiled. Reaching into the pot, he took a thick gob of
some kind of sticky substance on his finger. He put his finger
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