This story is what I would call FACTION, (combination of fact and fiction). The totally fiction part is that involving sex. The totally fact part is the flying and ship details.
ADEN AND THE ARABS
Part 1 - Prisoner of War
It was bloody stupid. The boss had emphasised at every briefing.
"Don't fly low on these strafing runs, their small arms fire can bring you down."
The only time we were supposed to fly low was when we went into the DZs, (Drop Zones), to drop or pick up troops. Strafing runs were carried out on equipment, personnel were to be avoided, ground troops would sort them out if we had buggered up their heavy stuff.
Too bloody smart for my own good this day. There was a concentration of rebels that I spotted soon after dropping a bunch of infantry. I couldn't resist so I told my door gunner I was going to make a low pass and he was to spew enough lead around to take out a load of them. Well, he did, I was shown how many later.
I was just about at the end of my run with my gunner screaming in glee at such easy targets when I felt a thud at the back, towards the tail cone. A few seconds later I knew what it was. My hydraulic lines to my tail rotor had been cut. The Westland Wessex didn't fly very well with no tail rotor control and despite calling on all my skill as a pilot I ploughed in to the desert soon after. There was only my gunner and me and we walked away from the crash unscathed if a little shaken. We both carried Pistols and Sterling Sub Machine guns with two spare ammunition clips in our flying overalls. Our emergency packs contained water, mainly, and a few K rations. The only other thing we carried of any importance was our `Goolie Chits'.
`Goolie Chits', yes I know, funny name but they were supposed to save our balls. The rebels had a nasty habit of returning captured officers to the political agent at Steamer Point. It was usually with their balls sewn into their mouth. If you hadn't bled to death you were in such deep shock that you would never be an effective fighting machine again. The Goolie Chit was written in English and Arabic promising a large number of gold sovereigns for the un-mutilated return of the holder. They usually returned other ranks for the money but returned officers were a rarity, not still with their balls attached anyway.
I had a very good reason therefore to get out of this one. It didn't work out that way though. The rebels had seen me go down and were seriously pissed off so they came hunting. We took a hand full of them out before we ran out of ammunition and then we surrendered. Nothing dramatic, my gunner was ok and I found out much later that the rebels had returned him unharmed, well, a little bit bashed up but nothing too dramatic. As we walked into their camp I was shown the result of our strafing run, impressive, so I didn't realistically expect to be attached to my balls for very long.
I don't think I'm a particularly brave soul, nor am I normally stupid so I realised that begging and pleading would do me no good, I decided that I would die with my pride intact if nothing else. My gunner was taken away and interrogated before being returned to Steamer Point.
I was amazed at my treatment. I was taken to a bathroom facility, a tent with no roof actually, housing an oil drum shower, told I could bathe and then given a set of khaki's, neatly washed and pressed, to wear afterwards. My flying overalls were pretty grungy and torn after my escapade. I transferred my gold epaulets from the overalls to the tabs on the shoulders of the khaki shirt, probably just an act of bravado, a Naval Lieutenant was not going to be the most popular person in this camp, donned my own briefs and desert boots, plus the shorts, not forgetting to slip my goolie chit into a breast pocket of the shirt, and was led off to see the leader.
I entered a very pleasant Bedouin type tent, heavily camouflaged I noticed, and was told to sit. A few minutes later a quite imposing figure walked in clad in immaculate army fatigues. I jumped to my feet which gave me a better perspective of him. My guess was an even six feet tall, about two inches taller than me. Definitely very athletic, his fitted fatigues showed a well formed body, broad shoulders slim waist and hips. The top end was fairly typical of the Arab races, black wavy hair, almost black eyes, slightly hooked nose, thin lips, fairly angular face, but not pointed chin. He was also clean shaven which surprised me.
"Please sit down Lieutenant, would you like some coffee?"
I don't know about sit down, I nearly fell down. His accent was straight out of Sandhurst Army Academy, very plumy, totally without a local accent of any kind.
I spluttered out a "Thank you Sir, yes that would be very nice."
I guessed his age to be about 28 against my 22. I also could see from his own shoulder epaulets that he was a Colonel in whatever outfit he led.
While we waited for the coffee we talked about inconsequential things, you know, the weather, the state of the western economy, Israel, which was a bit embarrassing because the Israelis had just given the Arabs another pasting and they had accused us of supporting them with fighters from the carrier but as the Colonel said.
"Bloody stupid, you can't launch jets from a static vessel in Aden harbour," which was true but I didn't expect him to say so. Plus our jets were at Kormaksar, Aden's airport and every Arab in the world could watch them if they wanted to.
The coffee came and we drank it before he got serious.
"Now, what am I going to do with you Lieutenant?"
I quickly pulled my goolie chit out and passed it to him. He took it, read it and laughed
"We both know that is going to do your gunner much more good than it is going to do you don't we?"
I dropped my eyes, I didn't want him to see the fear.
I replied, "Yes Sir, but I had to try."
"You have cost me a lot of men today and the survivors are rather angry."
"Yes Sir, I can understand that, but you are the enemy and my instructions are to kill as many of you as possible."
He laughed, which surprised me.
"That's as may be but the fact remains I have some very angry men to placate."
Still being very nice I wondered how he intended to proceed.
"While I decide, why don't you tell me who you are and all about your aviation group."
Our aircraft types and numbers were no secret, our weapons and tactical procedures were what he really wanted I guessed so I could give him a lot of information he probably already had.
"My name is Peter May and I'm a pilot on 844 helicopter squadron. We have a squadron of Vixens and one of Buccaneers on board, well flown off to Kormaksar actually, plus our Airborne Early Warning Aircraft and a single Gannet courier aircraft."
"Thank you Peter, but everyone in Aden knows that information. What are the tactical rules of engagement for your air group?"
"I'm sorry Sir I don't think I can tell you that."
"That's a pity because it will be very painful if I let my men squeeze it out of you."
"I realise that Sir, but I can't help that."
"Very well Peter, come with me."
We went across to another tent, also heavily camouflaged but very different inside. One part of it was quite obviously the treatment area for injured personnel. There were still a few bullet wounds being sorted from my attack and the looks I got were less than friendly. There was a young soldier on an examination table with his legs supported in stirrups being treated for a bullet wound to his inner thigh. I don't know how we had managed that.
The Colonel saw me looking and said, "If you ever get strapped to that Peter it will probably be to lose your balls."
I gulped, no messing, this man was letting me know how it was.
The other part of the tent was obviously for interrogation, nothing sophisticated here, basic restraint equipment and tools to administer pain. We walked across to that and a comfortable chair was brought for the Colonel. I was surprised, I thought he would have curled up on an arrangement of cushions. (I know, stupid, preconceived ideas about Arabs, but I was a new boy to the Middle East and its peoples).
"Stand there Peter and remove all of your clothes."
I stood where he pointed and looked around, everyone in the tent could see me quite clearly, so I blushed. I knew there was no point in reminding him about the Geneva Convention on prisoner treatment so I did as I was told.
I played hockey and racket sports and did a lot of dinghy sailing so I was fit and I looked good. My abs were fantastic from all the sit ups I would do every time I sailed a dinghy and my legs were good as well, the rest of me was ok but nothing sensational. My dick was one of those surprise pieces of equipment, soft I was only about two inches long, circumcised and very wrinkly, well I had to be because erect it was about 7.5 inches. My balls were quite big and hung nicely below my cock when I was soft.
I stood to attention in front of the Colonel when I was naked, bugger being stupid. He smiled as he saw my little willy, but I knew he would be surprised if it ever got hard, not that I expected it to in this environment, or maybe he thought it would be difficult to get my balls in my mouth. He stood up then and came up to me still smiling. His next action both shocked me and excited me. He started stroking me around my groin area. No speech just lots of touching and watching my eyes. I got very erect very quickly, I was after all a more than reasonably sexed 22 year old who had not indulged in sex with anything other than my left hand for weeks.
The erect cock soon wiped the grin off the Colonel's face.
"Very impressive Peter."
What could I say but, "Thank you Sir."
"Turn round Peter, let my men see what Naval Lieutenants are issued with nowadays."
Obviously his little joke.
I was left facing the men in the sick tent and very soon went soft again so they lost interest in me. The Colonel meanwhile had been talking to one of his men. My Arabic was nonexistent so I had no idea what he was saying.
I found out later, I was not to be marked or mutilated in any way, yet, but almost anything else was ok.
"I am going to leave you in the capable hands of my lieutenant, Peter, you killed his brother so don't expect any treatment to be gentle will you?"
Less and less I liked my situation.
The Colonel left then and I was ordered to stand under a contraption that closely resembled a free standing pull up bar. It was actually anchored to the floor of the tent and there were restraints fitted to it with ropes that could adjust the tension. I had a restraint on each limb and they were pulled tight so that I was spread wide at the arms and legs. The lieutenant stood in front of me with what looked like one of those fly whisk type things I had seen Arabs using. He asked me about our rules of engagement to which I refused an answer so he swung this thing across my stomach making sure that he caught my soft cock as well. This was definitely not a fly whisk. I screamed and he repeated the question. Again I wouldn't answer him. I think I took about twenty of those before I passed out. When I came to he had the two helpers with him that he had before but now they were naked and sporting hard cocks that made my 7.5 inches look quite pedestrian. "I am going to repeat my question Lieutenant, each time you refuse to answer one of these men will fuck you until he orgasms."
Repeat of the same question with no response from me. I was an anal virgin so the next action had me almost catatonic with the shock. One of the naked Arabs walked round behind me and placed his cock head against my anal entry.
"One more chance Lieutenant."
I shook my head and the next instant I screamed like you would never believe as a penis that was about nine inches long and probably six, or seven round was rammed all the way into my arse. These guys must have been on a hair trigger because he only rammed it in and out about a dozen times before he came in hard jets inside me, I'm sure I felt every one. When he pulled out I was sobbing, mostly from the pain and shock I reckon, but also from the shame of being used like a woman.
The boy that had fucked me, because that really was what he looked like, I doubted he was twenty, came round to the front and stood on a box that had appeared. His cock was now level with my mouth.
"Open your mouth Lieutenant and lick Abdul clean."
As he was talking he grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard enough for me to gasp.
"If you touch him with your teeth I will pop your balls."
I licked, it was revolting but I did it.
After I had finished to Abdul's satisfaction I was asked the same question again. Same result. I guess my arse was lubricated with Abdul's cum because the pain was not as bad. I still screamed and it still hurt like hell but I could handle it. I think I took four loads from each of them before the lieutenant gave up that treatment. He dismissed the others who slipped on their djelaba's and left. I realised we were the only ones left in the tent.
The lieutenant then stripped in front of me, climbed up on the box and pushed a four or five inch soft cock into my mouth.
"Suck it Lieutenant, pleasure it with your tongue as well as your lips. A good blowjob will save you from a beating with the cane."
I could see the cane lying on a table at one side, along with some nasty looking pieces of equipment, so, I did my best. I knew what I liked when I could get a girl to blow me so I just put it into practice. I hated it, he smelt, didn't we all very soon after we showered because of the heat. He didn't last long either, he was very soon face fucking me quite violently with a cock that had now grown to match his compatriots. When he came he told me.
"Eat it all if you want to keep your balls for another day."
I wanted to, so I did. One more satisfied customer.
I was released from my restraints and told I could go and shower again. Still naked I wandered out, got my bearings and headed for the bathing tent. When I finished, still naked, I emerged and another soldier pointed at the Colonel's tent. I went, wondering what now. I thought by the position of the sun that it must be late afternoon.
I entered the Colonel's tent to find him stretched out on cushions now clad in a djelaba like many of the men. He invited me to sit and join him. He had plates of dates in front of him and he poured me a glass of what turned out to be a very drinkable white wine, nicely chilled.
"We aren't barbarians Peter, and Arabs learnt to cool things down long before you westerners made refrigerators."
No complaint from me. "Thank you Sir, this is very palatable."
Ridiculous, I was sitting naked in front of a rebel colonel, drinking wine and eating dates, trying very hard to hide my discomfort from a very sore arse, internally and very sore genitals, externally.
"I left orders that you were not to be damaged today Peter, I will not leave the same orders tomorrow. If you do not give my lieutenant the information he wants I am guessing that you will be quite badly mutilated during his interrogation. Tonight however I would like you to sleep with me."
I was so shocked I couldn't speak.
"You are quite a pretty boy Peter, you have a nice mouth and I know you are opened up enough for me to get a very satisfactory fuck. As you know our culture does not allow me to bed a woman that I am not married to, other than a prostitute so you will pleasure me tonight."
I was reeling a little I think. A few hours ago I had never touched, or been touched by another male, except for aircrew medicals, now I had been raped eight times and had given one blowjob, I had seen three men's cocks go over my lips and two over my anus. Not surprising I was reeling. Now this very suave colonel was telling me I would be sucking him and taking his penis up my arse.
I was left alone for several hours after that while the colonel briefed his night patrols and saw them off the encampment. I just curled up and slept. It had been a pretty traumatic day for me and I knew it was not over. I was exhausted.
When I woke up it was dark, I was still naked and felt cold. I was always amazed how 100 degree plus day time temperatures became quite cold after the sun left the sand. A servant came in then with food, followed shortly by the colonel. He was very pleasant again and we had a reasonable meal. After it was cleared away and most of the oil lamps were turned down, the last servant left the tent and secured the entrance.
"Let's see how much pleasure you can give me Peter. We need not be early birds in the morning so I think we will take a long time tonight with me taking much pleasure from your body."
He stood up then and took his djelaba off. He had an incredible body, he was patently a very active and fit man. I looked at his appendage knowing that I was going to be working on it soon and that it would end up in my arse before the night was out. It was flaccid but very long and thick. I was still very sore from my afternoon rapes and I guessed he would be much bigger even than the others I had taken. I guess the little boy in me came to the fore because I started to cry, quite softly, no histrionics, I just felt that my position was hopeless. The colonel saw my tears and dropped down beside me taking me in his arms. He stroked my body as he said.
"You don't need to cry Peter, I am not going to hurt you, I am going to make love to you and you are going to pleasure me. I will show you how and I promise you there will be no pain, or only a little when I first penetrate you. I am sorry, but this is probably the last night of pleasure you will ever have. I will make it as enjoyable as I can for both of us because tomorrow I must allow my lieutenant free rein to obtain the information he wants"
He spoke very softly as I calmed down. Knowing now that tomorrow I was probably going to experience unbelievable pain and humiliation before losing my balls and then probably my life I guess I just became totally compliant.
The Colonel started on me then. He spread me out on the rugs and cushions with my head propped up so that I could see. He positioned himself below my groin area and started to play with me. Fingers and hands first, followed after I was erect by lips and tongue, continuing by swallowing half of my cock and swabbing it with his tongue. He was very gentle and I have to admit it felt heavenly. I watched the way he held my cock vertical with two fingers and then licked all round my very sensitive glans. After doing that for a little while he moved down the underside of my shaft licking quite hard until he reached my balls. He took these in his mouth one at a time to swab them and then changed over letting his hand play with the one not in his mouth. There was no doubt in my mind that this was the best foreplay I had ever experienced, girls would never take this long pleasuring me. I was nearly ready to cum when he stopped everything, moved up the bed to take me in his arms and kiss me on the lips. At first I was very tense, a man kissing me on the lips was so totally gay that I froze for a minute until I realised how pleasant it was, then I responded and it felt even better, I was amazed and when he broke the kiss I was gasping.
"You are a very cool kisser Peter for a little straight boy, you are a straight boy aren't you?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes Sir."
"Well, my little straight lover, I want you to do the same to me as I have just done to you."
I looked down and could see what I had to tackle. It was a monstrously long and thick appendage, absolutely rigid. I gulped and went down on him. I was very hesitant to start with but got better very quickly with encouragement from the colonel. I could get his glans in my mouth and about two more inches but that was all, it was huge. I pleasured him for about fifteen minutes I guess before he unloaded a huge quantity of sperm in my mouth. The taste was not very nice, quite bitter and salty, but I swallowed it all as ordered then I was once again subjected to some fairly intense kissing. I was lost, it became so sensual. He turned me over then and knowing what was coming I tensed up making my gluts as hard as rock.
"Relax Peter, I want to pleasure you before I penetrate and if you are tense I will hurt you quite badly."
With that he started licking my cheeks, it was very pleasant and got better when his tongue worked its way back and forth along the line at the bottom of my butt and top of my legs. It was ages before he opened my legs and did the same thing up and down my crack. Every time he went over my anal entry I shuddered, it was amazing. When he spread my cheeks with his hands and attacked my anal entry with his tongue I orgasmed quite violently. I heard him snigger and then return to what he was doing, bringing me back to full erection very quickly. He started to penetrate me then with his fingers but they were coated in something so that they slid in quite easily and despite my previous soreness, felt wonderful. The final act was gentle and I knew it was coming because of the way he positioned himself over me. Once he had his cockhead touching my anus I naturally tensed up. He whispered in my ear. "Relax Peter, I promise I won't hurt you very much if you are not tense, and whatever pain there is to start with will disappear very quickly."
He licked my ear and kissed my neck softly still whispering gentling words to me as he increased the pressure until he slipped over my sphincter. The pain was quite acute and I tensed up again. The colonel remained perfectly still with just his glans inside me until I relaxed then he eased some more into me. Eventually he lay over me, our bodies touching neck to toe and he kissed my neck and ear for ages until I was totally relaxed. He started a slow humping motion then, withdrawing a few inches before sliding back in to the hilt. He only did that a few times before pulling out completely and turning me over. I was monstrously hard again and he smiled, lifted my legs up over his shoulders and re-entered me. The action after that had me crying like a baby with the sensitivity of it all. He fucked me with long slow strokes, stroking my perineum and balls whenever he could get at them and playing with my cock. I had never felt anything like it in my life. I started to cum again and the colonel sped up until we both had massive orgasms. I couldn't believe how intense mine were I had never experienced anything like it in my life. I think I was fucked five more times before dawn and I have no idea how many times I ejaculated but everyone at both ends was completely magical. Had I discovered the day before I was due to die that I was gay? Not enough experience to be sure but I wondered as I slid off to sleep.
When I woke again the colonel was stood over me dressed in fatigues again but looking way less than immaculate. He had with him a bundle of clothes.
"Put these on Peter over your briefs, shirt and shorts, be ready to move out in five minutes."
The clothes were a djelaba and kefyar, the Arab headdress. The djelaba was too short and later I blessed that because otherwise it would have caused me problems walking. We were evacuating the camp in a hurry. I could only assume that our troops were moving in. I was right, we had barely climbed up the side of the wadi when tracked army troop carriers drove into sight and disgorged troops who moved in on foot backed up by lightly armoured vehicles. I guess they had found my downed helicopter and searched the area until they found the camp. Other infantry came in over the top of the dunes at the other end of the wadi and the camp was very quickly surrounded. We took off then at a fast pace to put distance between us and the army.
No luck for the colonel and his band, which I noticed was severely depleted from the time I attacked them yesterday. Now we were harassed from the air by helicopters from my squadron. They were working in pairs obviously cognisant of what happened to me. After they emptied their weapons at us they flew away to be replaced by the little army spotter helicopters. We were attacked all day but no troops came at us on the ground. By sunset we were a pretty sorry bunch. Only about 50% of our numbers were still with us. We hadn't been able to carry wounded and the dead were left where they fell. The colonel left a couple of flares with groups of wounded hoping that the choppers would drop down and pick them up before returning to base. That's what I would have done. When I got back to Aden I found out that's what had happened. More about that though later.
When darkness fell we stopped for an hour for a rest, I had no idea where we were and was amazed when the colonel came and sat by me.
"We have about another three hour trek before we can settle for the night."
He laughed and continued, "Your friends have saved your balls for another day Peter, you may be lucky and keep them forever unless we can outsmart them. We are going deeper into the Radfan and your troops don't like it there, not as friendly terrain as that round Habilayn."
That was the area my squadron had operated to and it was way less than friendly so the Radfan must have been monstrous. The Radfan was God's revenge for a bad day I always thought afterwards. It was where hell began our troops said.
When we set off again I was dog tired, I wasn't used to walking and I was very soon struggling.
"If you don't keep up Peter I will have to shoot you, we can't carry you and we can't leave you."
Amazing where I found the reserves of strength after that but I did and just before midnight we reached another camp similar to the one we had left. I followed the colonel into the leader's tent and sat next to him. I don't remember anything else until I woke and the sun was shining in through the entrance. I realised I had my watch on again. Weird, I had not seen that since my capture. I looked at it and realised I must have slept for twelve hours.
The colonel came into the tent with a man I assumed to be the other leader and they started talking looking at me as they did so. I guessed I was the subject and felt apprehensive.
"Peter, this man is not as soft as me, he wants to cut your balls off now and send you back to Steamer Point. You have got a reprieve temporarily because he has men in camp that want to play with you. Off you go with him and may God go with you."
I was fully clothed and was led across the camp to another tent. There were about a dozen rebels there all looking quite fearsome, the other leader left me then. Two of the men came up to me and one indicated I should raise my hands. I did and they pulled my djelaba off over my head. My shirt, shorts, boots and watch followed, then they started stroking me and making ribald comments, well I guess they were ribald because the others were all laughing. My briefs came off next and I was stroked and played with. A piece of rope was produced and my right wrist was tied to my left but with enough slack so that I could keep my arms at my sides but not be able to bring them forward. A half pallet was produced, you know, the sort of thing that is used to move trays of goods around with a forklift truck, only half a one. It was covered with a camel cloth and I was laid on it. My legs were pulled back and rope was put round each leg just below the knee and used to secure me, legs spread wide and my knees almost touching the pallet. My position was perfect for any of the men to kneel on the pallet and fuck me. After that they all seemed to lose interest in me for a while before in dribs and drabs they came back made me suck them to orgasm or sat at the other end and finger fucked me. The humiliation was enough to make me cry, only I wouldn't, I wasn't going to let them see how devastated I was at this treatment. Eventually of course one of them decided to fuck me. I had to suck him first to get him very wet before he changed ends and just powered in. A good healthy scream so everyone came to look. When the first one finished it was like a fucking frenzy at both ends. I couldn't believe the pain, everyone was a power fuck, the only thing they wanted was to orgasm. When they had all filled me with cum they pulled the camel blanket out from under me, surrounded the pallet and lifted it off the ground taking it outside the tent. It was put down again, my head was secured so that I could not twist it and a nasty contraption was forced into my mouth that kept it open wide. I think every man in the camp surrounded me then and they all pulled out their cocks and pissed over me, they filled my mouth so that I had to keep swallowing or choke, they stuffed their penises back in my arse and pissed, and the same with my mouth making me choke. It just seemed to go on forever until I passed out.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Life gets very much better for Peter in the next Chapter