Benji

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If you are under 18 or are offended by male to male sex, male to boy sex or pain, BDSM, S&M, either willing or unwilling. You should leave this site now. This Story is fiction, and it is in our future. The year is 2030 AD. And this is how it is.

Any names, places, or events are strictly coincidental.

Chapter 32

We could here now the distinctive sound of wailing pipes. The Loyal Edmonton Regiment was coming with speakers blaring. We also heard the Slam of tank guns firing and the roar of Chain guns firing. We both in instinct headed for the door. I had picked up the old AK-47 the guard had been using. When we opened the door the hallway was empty. Directly across from my prison was another door. Kimbo just pushed and opened it. What we saw turned my blood to a boil.

The Warlord was on the bed driving his cock into a young boys ass, even as the kid screamed his heart out. We could hear the Warlord grunting between laughs as he plowed the boys ass. On the floor was an unconscious boy, totally nude and bleeding from his ass. Another was boy was chained to the wall, still in his cutoffs and ripped T-shirt.

Kimbo ran to the bed, grabbed the Warlord by his hair and dragged him off the boy and onto the floor. As he held him down I saw him pull a very wicked looking blade from his boot and before he could gut the Warlord.

"I want him alive Kimbo."

"Brin my Friend he doesn't deserve to live."

"I know Kimbo. But I still want him alive. Tie him."

I rushed to the young boy laying on the floor. There was an awful lot of blood, in fact the kid was laying in almost a sea of blood. Most was been pumped out of his ass. With each heart beat he losing more blood. As tears ran down my face I screamed at Kimbo to bring anything to stanch the loss of blood. Even as I knew it was useless. The boy was dieing as I watched. Before Kimbo could even move I saw the boys eyes flutter a final time and knew he had died. The pain was almost more than I could bare, To watch a young boy die from sexual abuse brought all the pain I felt when I first encountered Benji. The hate just built inside me until it was almost a physical thing. Tears blurred my vision. I stood and walked to a wall. I started to slam the wall with my fists. Like Ari so long ago it seemed I could no longer control my emotions. Kimbo was very quick as he grabbed me and just held on as I cried with such pain that he had never before seen in me. It took several minutes before I even became coherent.

"Easy Brin, easy. I'm here. Benji is coming for you. He will help relieve your pain."

"Your wrong Kimbo. I hope I will never have my pain relieved. Then I can and will hate everyone who can do this to a boy. He didn't deserve this end."

"Brin you may be a God to all who love you, but you could not have saved that young man. But Brin you did save two others."

I looked long and hard at my friend Kimbo.

"Yes."

The whole building shook. The 130 mm Tank shells were reeking havoc on the Warlords Castle. Stone and Brick had never been built to withstand modern Weaponry. Even as stone and mortar dust rained down on us I rushed to the boy still chained to the wall.

"Get the boy on the bed Kimbo."

I ran to the young man chained to the wall. I saw it was one of the boys from my helicopter ride here. These boys weren't to be released. They were brought here to satisfy the Warlords lust. I quickly let him loose and then wrapped my arms around him, crying as I held him.

"Your safe now son. Your safe. No one will ever hurt you again."

As Kimbo picked up the boy on the bed the door burst open. Kimbo with a speed of lightning grabbed his weapon and even before the three men could make a move found themselves perforated with thirty rounds as he unloaded the full magazine into the guards.

The noise inside the apartment was massive. The boy I had released grabbed me and held with such a tight grip he almost made me to loose my breath.

I just gripped him back. I couldn't change. I loved all these young men. They were family. They were all part of me as I was part of Benji. And Benji was part of them.

Kimbo and I were both standing, holding onto a boy. We heard running steps in the hall outside. Kimbo quickly reloaded with a full magazine. I picked up the one I had brought. We both Stood and waited. We heard men entering my ex-prison. Could hear words but not the language. We waited, sure it was guards in the fortress. Their entrance into the Warlords apartment was so unexpected. It was preceded by the Door being blasted into the room. If either Kimbo or I had being inline with the door we would have been killed outright. Two soldiers burst into the room. Mike was on one side. Benji was on the other. They were followed by six others, some of them bleeding from wounds. There was no mistaking them. The green berets they wore made them Loyal Eddies.

"Without even a missed heartbeat Benji said.

"Commander a helicopter is landing on the roof to get you out now."

No salute, no I love you. Just a Command.

"I am unimportant. Get these boys out first. That one needs medical assistance now Benji."

It was then that Benji really understood all I stood for. My life was unimportant as long as my family, all my family were safe first.

"Make it happen now." I ordered.

In the short time that I had been lost to him Benji had changed. Changed to the good. He really was now more than just my love, my partner. He was a Commander. He was now my Commander as I was his. The Eddies were quick, very quick. The young boy held by Kimbo was laid down and two soldiers were administering to him. The one held by me was pulled from my grasp, with soothing words, and the soldier who grabbed him wrapped his arms around him. As I had. How could I not love these men. They felt as I did. They cried as I did. And they bled for me.

There was no way I could honor all these men. All I could and would do was love them all.

"What's happening Mike?"

He didn't answer, unusual for Mike, instead he just pointed at Benji.

I turned and looked at Benji. His dirt covered uniform. The smudges on his face. The soot of battle marring his face. I wanted to just run over and take him in my arms. To hold him. Kiss him. Instead I just looked at him.

"Commander. The Loyal Edmonton Regiment supported by the 1st of the 3rd Marine Armor Battalion have now taken the Fortress here and the processing center. Although we attacked a little earlier than the original assault time, all other assaults went in on time. We were able to destroy all communication facilities here before any word of our assault could get out. I see you have the Warlord alive. Good. I plan to execute him as he did our men. So far we liberated almost 1300 boys and girls in Africa and Zanzibar. The fight continues in Zanzibar as well as in South East Asia. Early estimates were low. There now far more young boys and girls than we ever dreamed of. Unconfirmed reports from the attacks in south East Asia report very heavy attrition to the overseers of those camps."

"Fuck them." I said.

"I'm sorry My Commander, but my word would be to kill them, kill them all."

"Could you live with that my love."

"Where my Family comes in. Yes. All of the kids are all part of our family now."

"I agree."

I looked at Benji and he looked at me and then just rushed into my arms, crying as a the kid he really was. He was a very capable Commander but, he was also a very vulnerable boy.

I held him very close.

"General Masubo. Take Command. I want a SITREP ASAP."

"Yes Commander."

From the way he had deferred to Benji, I knew Mike wasn't here to command. He had a Brigade he was attached to. Infact he was deputy Commander of that Brigade. He could only be here on Ari's orders. I figured Ari put Benji on a pedestal and had ordered Mike to protect him. What ever his reasons Mike was invaluable to me. I loved both his son and daughter and his wonderful wife. I also loved Ari, his partner and his son Aaron. Having love for Mike never came into the equation. He knew I loved him with every part of me.

A heavy thump on the roof above our heads seemed to be a signal.

Benji released his hold on me and Commanded in a voice I had never heard before.

"Now! Get them out now. Move! Move now."

As we exited into the hall, it was covered by more soldiers. The young injured boy was gently picked up. The other was carried by a young soldier with tears running down his cheeks. Even the young dead kid was picked up and carried out. The tied and subdued Warlord was dragged from his room. At the end of the hall another door had been blasted off it's hinges. Everyone headed up the stairs revealed to the roof of the Fortress. The roof was almost filled with the bulk of a heavy lift Stallion. It looked like a huge very angry hornet. The boys, Warlord and some of the more severely wounded soldiers were quickly loaded. As it spooled up to take off the down pressure could almost take your breath away. Even as it lifted off another dropped down. The ramp lowered and more men, these too in Green berets spread out across the roof. They weren't Eddies, They were NorAm Special Forces. Benji stepped away from me, issuing orders like a new person . Not as a boy, but a real life Commander. It brought tears to my eyes. I had left a lover behind but had gained a warrior. Mike was never far from his side and Kimbo stood next to me.

"He is so alike you Brin." Kimbo said.

"Yes." was all I could say.

As I approached an edge of the roof, I was restrained by two soldiers.

"No Commander. There are still snipers about."

I looked east over the City of Mogadishu. It was pitch black to sea, but he City glowed with many fires. I knew almost 3 million people lived in this city but could never understand how they survived with the continued battles over the City. It looked now like a power struggle was going on as I could hear almost continuous explosions and hear the crack of heavy tank guns.

Kimbo walked up.

"Looks like a real battle going on in there."

"The Marines from the Iwo landed in the port to pin down the city forces. It looks like they are doing very well. I think they have long memories. >From the time long ago when they were here."

Kisha walked up.

"We have a Carrier in the courtyard when ever you are ready Commander."

I looked around for Benji. But he and Mike had already left.

"Where's Benji?"

"He went to the Compound Commander."

"Okay lets go there."

"Sir I have been ordered to get you out now."

"We go to the slave compound now."

"Yes Sir."

As we exited into the court yard, I saw about 15 men being held close by, by several soldiers. A Sgt walked up to me as I was entering the carrier.

"What do we do with these scum Commander?"

I just looked at him. He could see the pure hate I had in my eyes and even streaks in the dust on my face from tears shed earlier.

"Yes Sir." he said as I turned and got in the carrier.

I am not as a rule brutal. But brutality of these men of the warlord begets brutality. I would have many nights of very bad dreams after this day but could not change the way I thought at this moment. The depravities I had witnessed here would live with me a long time.

When the carrier left the compound most of the firing had stopped. I could see the brooding hulks of the tanks everywhere. Some were receiving reloads from the logistical support units while others sat with their weapons pointed toward Mogadishu.

As we approached the compound I could see Osprey and helicopters loading the kids. Most were carried on stretchers. We entered the compound.

"Lower the ramp." I ordered.

I ran out and over to one of the helicopters. They had been configured for medivac. Dust offs. Several boys were already on board and medics were tending to them. I turned and headed for where they seemed to be coming from, from the line of soldiers carrying and helping boys. Before I got close a Sgt ran up to me.

"Sir, Sir we found, found."

Tears were running down his face and he had a very hard time even speaking. This from one of the toughest soldiers in the world.

I grabbed him and held him. He was crying, but more than that he was totally in shock.

"What Sgt. What did you find?"

"It's a trench Sir. But their all dead. Why Sir? Why?"

He then totally broke down. Crying uncontrollably.

"Kisha take him. Kimbo come with me."

I headed in the direction the Sgt had indicated. We walked out the back gate from the compound. Several more Soldiers were standing beside an open trench. All were in shock at the find. I walked up and looked into the trench. The shock of looking down on dead boys lying in the trench was almost palatable. I jumped into the trench. Knelt down by a boy that was no more than 13, his eyes were still open in a look of pure horror. He had been shot with a single bullet between his eyes. His body was cold but not stiff yet. As I pulled him up I could feel the congealed blood on his head and neck. My mind went numb. I just pulled him into my arms and held him. We were too late. We let him die. As I sat there rocking his young body Kimbo jumped into the trench beside me.

"Let him go Brin. Please my friend let him go."

I turned to Kimbo.

"No. No never. I will never let anyone of these young men go. We get them all out. Every single one. Order the other Assault groups that I want all the living and the dead out."

"Commander, Brin. What you ask is near impossible. It may not be possible."

In almost a scream.

"NO! General Masubo nothing is impossible. Make it Happen."

I slowly let the boy down and stood up. A soldier grabbed my hand to help me from the trench.

"GET THEM ALL OUT OF THERE." I yelled.

At that point Benji ran up. He looked at me and then said.

"Your hurt love.." He said.

"No Benji. It's not a hurt that a medic can cure. I don't think anything can cure my hurt. Even you might have problems my love."

I indicated the trench.

He looked and then grabbed me in his arms.

"No, no, no."

"They all go out with us. We leave no one behind. Anywhere."

"But Commander the evacuation schedule is in motion."

"Change it. They all, living and dead go out Benji. Or I will not leave."

He stood back and saw the total resolve on my face.

"Yes my Commander and love. Mike order in more helicopters. Inform the Marines we will be late, but will still support them. Send in a company to help them. Notify the Ortona that we need more time."

"Yes Commander." Mike said.

As we started to remove the dead bodies of these young boys I knew I would need to help these young soldiers, some with sons and daughters at home. All were crying as they moved the bodies from the trench. Especially as they dug deeper to find more, some only skeletons. In all more than a hundred young boys were excavated from the trench. By the time we finished the sun was coming up. We had been at it for hours.

The assault here had been planned to end before midnight as with all the others. Now it was near four AM. The sun was already making it's presence known as I could see ships now out in the Indian Ocean. Time to move.

Benji came up.

"The castle and compound have been rigged for demolition. I need only to press the button Brin."

General Mayes walked up.

"The Regiment and the Marines are ready to move out Sir."

"Okay lets go."

As we started to move we informed the Marines we were moving. They radioed us not to trust anyone we passed. Several times Marines on foot had passed kids and then were shot at from behind by those same kids. They had blasted a corridor for us to escape through, but it was continuously under fire from the city factions. They hadn't come this time as Peace Keepers but as Peace Makers. And they had taken casualties. Our assault from the west took a lot of the fighters by surprise. Their makeshift gun carriers were blasted out of way very quickly. And the Marines had taken out most of their carriers and old tanks. Although not smooth we made good time to the port. The Ortona had pulled into one of the docks, ready to load us. As we were loading we also gave support to the Marines pulling back. Two gun cruisers the San Jose and St Louis supplied gun fire support. It was well after dawn when both the Iwo and the Ortona were able to pull out and move to sea.

The butcher bill for this operation was a lot lower than I thought it would be. The Eddies had lost 9 men when a carrier was hit by a anti-tank gun and we also had 32 wounded. The Marines supporting us had 21 wounded. By far the worst casualties were with the Marines who had landed to support us. They lost 37 men dead and 112 wounded. But Like the Marines we left no one behind.

We rescued 128 boys. We also brought out 112 young boys who were in the mass grave.

After we were on board and moving at high speed toward the Good Hope, Benji found me. He still hadn't changed and smelled of smoke and death. I hadn't even thought of changing or cleaning up. He wrapped his arms around me and just held me close.

My mind was a total blank. Like I had seen too much and felt too much that it had just shutdown, overloaded, like a computer. I gently pushed Benji back, kissed him on the forehead.

"I need some time Benji. Just some time Benji."

I just turned and walked away from him. Time was all I needed. Time. Time for what, my mind said to me. Time won't change anything. One part of me said but if we had attacked earlier we could have saved more young boys. Another part said no. We needed to wait. Give Time for all the other forces to get into place. I was totally oblivious as to what was going on around me. I sat down and looked at the wake of the Ortona. Here on the fantail no one was around. I could think. I knew I was crying, but couldn't stop.

"Father. Father are you okay?"

I turned at the sound of the voice. A young boy no more than 14 was standing about three feet away. He was wearing navy blue jeans and a t-shirt about six sizes too big.

"Please don't cry Father. I love you. I want you to be happy. Please Father."

"It's just. It's just."

I never had a chance to finish. He flung himself into my arms. Holding me tight.

"Please Father we all love you. You are best Father we ever had. I love you so much Father."

Then he started to cry.

We both just sat and cried. But holding this young boy who had nothing in him but love brought me back to real life. I knew I couldn't have saved those young men. Even if in my heart I felt I could have. And that was why I guess I was crying. Now I would love the living and honor the dead. All of them. Not one. But all. I stood up with him in my arms and walked back into the ship. Away from my self inflicted pain. As we were walking he said to me.

"Father. No offense, but you smell."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Grabbed him under the arms and held him out from me and laughed out loud long and hard. He looked scared as I held him out.

"Yes Son, I guess I do. Maybe I should shower and change."

I set him down and put my arm around his shoulder.

"What's your name son?"

"Johnny."

"Well Johnny can you show me where I can shower and change?"

He never said a word, just stepped away and grabbed me by the hand. In almost a run he led me to a hatch, down corridors, down stairs, it was like a maze to me. Finally we arrived at a big shower room, filled with boys laughing. When the rest saw me they ran to my side. In no time they had me nude and were pulling me under a shower head. The heat of the shower made me instantly relax. Oh how I loved hot showers. I had thirty boys all trying to wash me at the same time. Everywhere. I knew I was hard as a rock, but there was never anything sexual in their movements. All they wanted to do was to touch and help clean me. At one point they pushed me down so they could wash my hair. I looked and could see a panorama of young hard cocks. But they were just laughing and having fun washing all of me. When I stood up I saw Benji standing at the entrance to the shower room. He was laughing as hard as the kids. When they saw him, they grabbed him and pulled his uniform off and pulled him into the shower beside me. I grabbed him and wrapped my arms around him and held him as the boys cavorted around us.

Finally I stepped out of the shower with Benji. The boys handed us towels to dry with and then helped us dress. The boys helped us put on our armor and then a boy walked up and handed me a clean and pressed uniform, grey, because it was not attached to the command consol. I kissed him as a thank you and he almost fainted. I really don't think anyone had ever thanked him before. After we were dressed a Marine Gunnery Sgt, who had witnessed all that had gone on said.

"Commander. I am your Escort. I will take you anywhere on the ship you wish to go."

"I take it you saw all of this."

"Yes Commander."

"You Don't approve Gunny."

"No Sir. But Sir I have been in the United States Marine Corp for almost thirty years Sir. I have never in all my years seen such love anywhere. You Sir have shown more compassion to everyone, your own troops and Marine alike that far supersedes anything I might feel."

"I'm sorry Gunny if my family has offended you. But I can't change how they feel, and I can't change how I feel. I love them all. And you might be surprised but I love all those who helped me rescue all the young kids, even you Gunny."

"I know Sir. Now where first Sir?"

"The Infirmary."

"Sir because of the many wounded and hurt people brought on board, a temporary Infirmary has been set up on deck two aft. That is where all the boys brought aboard are. All the soldiers are in the main Infirmary."

"Okay kids first and then the troops."

After checking on the kids and leaving Benji there I went and checked on the wounded troops. After that I was escorted to the Bridge of the NAS Ortona.

"Welcome aboard Commander. I just wish it was under better circumstances."

"Thank you Captain. You have a very fine ship and very good crew. I know everyone is in good hands here."

"Thank you Sir. I." he was interrupted by a technician.

"Excuse me Captain, Commander, but I think you need this."

He handed me a new controller for my uniform. I put it on my wrist. He plugged it in. And then left.

"Sorry about that Captain but some of my men get a little concerned about my welfare."

"And so they should Sir. So they should."

I looked around the bridge. Everyone was in Desert tans. I switched my uniform to theirs. The Captain got a real shocked look on his face. I just laughed.

"Gets a little getting used to. Sorry to startle you."

"That's amazing Commander. You and your men amaze me more and more all the time."

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"So any word on the other Assaults."

"Yes Sir. The Vimy Ridge, along with the Pearson are coming up behind us. As per your orders all the boys and girls found will be transferred to the Good Hope when we are in range. The assault in Zanzibar is over as well. In total 1230 boys and 65 girls have been rescued in Zanzibar and on the continent. I'm sorry Sir but we have also removed the body's of over 800 boys and girls."

I just turned away when he said that. Trying very hard not start crying again. I composed myself and turned back to him.

"Continue Captain."

"The assaults in South East Asia are over. The numbers are staggering. Well over 6500 boys and girls have been rescued. Far more than ever anticipated. Two Assault Ships from the NorAm navy are moving at high speed to the Saint Peter. As well as an Assault Ship from the Royal Navy. Captain Mateo when informed as to the numbers coming his way has asked NorAm to only move the most extremely hurt boys or girls to his ship. He has also asked that at least one or two of the Assault ships accompany him as he moves here. The Royal Navy has stated they will assist in anyway possible."

"Now the excavation of two mass grave sites in Kahchingo and one on Coufu continues. I don't have any numbers yet Sir."

"It will be at least four days before we know anymore."

"Casualties?" I asked quietly

"From the first reports I have, 63 dead, 183 wounded from both assaults."

"In Zanzibar and on the Continent the numbers are a little higher. With 82 dead and 212 wounded."

"Thank you Captain. Now could you find a place I can put my head down for a few hours. And find Benji and bring him there too."

"Absolutely Commander. You may use my cabin. It is larger than any other. I will also have Benji brought to You. If you need anything else just ring Sir."

"Sleep and Benji is all I need Captain. Thank you."

I was escorted below.

End of Chapter 32.