Gay Erotic Stories

This is a work in progress, I hope you like it so far. Please feel free to contact the author at sha@asia.com This story contains material depicting sexual activity between adult males. If that offends you, or if you are too young to read such material please stop now. CHINESE P.O.W. (Part 3) IV. As soon as the gwei-lo officer had left the room, the older guard sat down at the desk while the younger one stood behind us where I couldn’t see him. “Keep your eyes front!”, the shorter guard barked threateningly. We four boys remained standing, naked, legs apart, hands behind our heads and looking straight ahead. I felt humiliated and frightened. But I also experienced an odd curiosity - a deep unmentionable desire to remain and submit to these men. Never before in my young life had I experienced such confusion. “I’ll take your names and other details”, the taller guard casually said while picking up a pen. As he took our particulars I learned that Sim was a private aged 19, one year more than me though he looked a little older, from Hubei province. The other two were both corporals. Ma Teng-Cha was 23 and came from Shanghai. The last lad was Lee Guan-Ming, whose home was in Fujian province, aged 21. “I am comrade-Sergeant Bo, and my colleague behind you is comrade-Corporal Yang”, the older guard said casually. “We are not really your guards. We are more your keepers. Before joining the PLA, I kept horses on a large estate for my family’s landlord. That old bastard is dead now, the PLA having given me the pleasure of killing him myself. Corporal Yang kept pigs. So we know all about looking after animals. Whether you are treated like horses or pigs will depend mostly on you. If you obey our commands completely, and speak only when spoken to, and if you show proper respect then you will be kept like a valuable breeding horse. If you do not, then you will be treated like the pigs I suspect you really are.” Out of the corners of my eyes I could see that the two older lads’ erections had wilted and that their naked uncircumcised cocks now rested limply against their balls. Sim, however, maintained a raging hard-on with his foreskin completely retracted and his pinkish-yellow cockhead pointing emphatically to the ceiling. He was standing on my left, and I could sense his concentrated embarrassment. Sergeant Bo paused for a moment while he assessed Sim’s genitals. “Let’s hope you can perform like that for the Captain”, Sergeant Bo said at last, breaking into a crooked smile. “You have already met the Captain”, Sergeant Bo continued addressing all four of us. “He is the foreign officer. You are to call him ‘master’ from now on. He is in charge of all the comfort boys - the male animals - in the SRU. You will call Corporal Yang and me ‘sir’ at all times. In the morning, if you decide to stay in the SRU, you will be interrogated by an intelligence officer, and your induction into the SRU will begin. If you decide to leave the SRU, you will be transported to a regular military prison and interrogated there”. This was my first chance to get a good look at Sergeant Bo. Even seated he was obviously tall for a Chinese, maybe about 6 feet, and of sturdy build without being stocky. He didn’t have the peasant look of most soldiers, and he spoke in clear and fluent Chinese. His face was long and angular, with striking black eyebrows. His nose was like a westerner’s, not at all flattened as is often the case among our people. Even his close-cropped black hair had a unique and faintly fashionable look to it, not like the product of a typical army barber. He wore silver wire-rimmed glasses when he wrote. The over all effect was of a tall, handsome Chinese man aged about 30-33. No wonder the landlord had chosen him to be the groom for the estate’s precious horses. After a pause of a few seconds, Sergeant Bo looked past us to Corporal Yang. “Have I missed anything?”, Sergeant Bo enquired. “Questions” was Corporal Yang’s only reply. “Oh yes”, Sergeant Bo said absently. “Now is your chance to ask any questions. I am not obliged to answer, and remember to address me as ‘sir’.” I was the youngest of the four prisoners. But as the only officer in our little group, I felt it my responsibility to speak up for the other men. “As prisoners of war, we are entitled to be treated with some respect”, I blurted out. “Why are we naked - when do we get some clothes? ...... sir”. Sergeant Bo glared at me. “It is well that you called me ‘sir’. But you must also learn to use a respectful tone. And you must also learn not to look directly at us when you speak but to keep your eyes on the ground.” I immediately averted my gaze. “Were it not for the fact that the Captain has required your presence for his entertainment tonight, you could expect a beating.” Rising from behind the desk and coming over to stand in front of Sim, Sergeant Bo casually fondled Sim’s erect cock with one hand, causing him to squirm slightly. Speaking to us all Sergeant Bo said, “My horses, and Corporal Yang’s pigs, never wore anything unless we put something on them for special occasions or particular purposes - a bridle, a saddle, a collar, a bow. It will be the same with you if you stay in the SRU. Naked men are easier to control and less likely to attempt escape.” Moving his hand to gently cup and weigh Sim’s smooth balls, Sergeant Bo continued: “Your nudity will also remind you of your inferior status and your special function here. Horses and pigs have no privacy. Everyone can see the whole animal. The keepers and the other livestock can see when an animal relieves itself, when it eats and sleeps, and when it has an erection. So will it be with you. Sometimes, like the farm animals, the keepers and the other livestock will see you get fucked. Just accept it. Some patrons like to meet a comfort boy who is properly and modestly dressed, before perhaps slowly unwrapping their little parcel. Others prefer to have the boy completely naked from the first, or ‘dressed’ in a special and exciting way. We are well aware of the preferences of our regular patrons. You may be permitted to wear something above the waist in cold weather if you are well behaved, but you will normally be kept naked unless one of your keepers specifically directs otherwise.” Sergeant Bo paused and turned his attention to Sim’s tits, drawing little circles around them with his thumb: “The SRU is not for your benefit. It is for the pleasure of the patrons. Even so, your nakedness will better allow your master and keepers to ensure that you remain fit and healthy, for the patrons’ benefit. You will be unable to hide anything here. But you will receive lots of healthy food and plenty of good exercise.” “Sir”, I said looking at the ground, “respectfully, this is not the Chinese way. Our people are extremely modest and nakedness is shameful. Please to reconsider.” “You are seriously trying my patience”, Sergeant Bo intoned as he relinquished a playful probing of Sim’s navel, and came over to me. He grabbed my left tit and gave it a savage and very painful twist, causing me to yelp. “You think I do not know Chinese ways? Most of those old ways are to be swept aside with our victory. The ways of the SRU are clear. We have many comfort boys already and this is our procedure. In this unit, you will be our property with no more rights than farm livestock. Your kind have treated the People like cattle for centuries, now it is your turn. If your nakedness contributes in some small way to our victory, then it is not shameful but glorious.” “May I speak?” said Corporal Yang from behind us. After a nod from Sergeant Bo, Corporal Yang proceeded, “None of you has a rank any more. I put a flower up your arse officer-boy and had your pretty little whore friend with the hard-on suck you off for the benefit of our camera. Judging by the amount of spunk you blew all over him, you were having a good time. Do you think you have any weight to throw around here? And another thing; Sergeant Bo and I get horny from time to time. The Captain - your master - lets us use the comfort boys for our pleasure provided we don’t permanently mark them. It’s one of our perks. We are also responsible for supervising your training in the art of pleasing the patrons. I’m really looking forward to a session with you, officer-boy. You’ve got a really cute butt, like two small ripe melons - one of the nicest I’ve seen. And I’ve seen dozens of bare butts on our comfort boys from all possible angles. I’ll bet I can get you to squeal like a Hubei pig with my cock rammed right up your tight little virgin arse - though you might not be a virgin by morning if the Captain needs a fuck tonight”. I was stunned into silence, but felt a strange mix of humiliation and excitement at what the ‘keepers’ had said. Mercifully, though, I did not get an erection. “Anything else?”, asked Sergeant Bo after a short pause. At this point I heard Cha, the oldest lad, speak for the first time, with a distinctive Shanghai accent but in a nervous pleading tone: “Sir, I want to see my family again. But I don’t want to catch the sex diseases. I could not return to my parents if I had those things. I’d rather go to the regular prison”. Sergeant Bo looked at him and said clearly and deliberately enough for us all to hear: “No need to worry about that. You will be serving people very important to us, and the SRU guarantees them that its comfort boys and comfort girls are clean and healthy. The same doctors who look after our top commanders will give you a thorough weekly examination. They will make sure that you are kept in good condition for our clients’ safety and pleasure. The sick are removed from pleasure duties until they are fully rehabilitated. We find, however, that it is very rare for our livestock to catch anything from the sorts of people who are usually the SRU’s patrons. Furthermore, the existence of the SRU makes it unnecessary for our leaders to seek risky entertainments elsewhere. If you are used sexually by a non-regular patron you’ll normally be examined three days later, and you won’t be available for pleasure duties with another patron until that has happened. If you stay with the SRU, and if you perform your duties with subservience and respect, your chances of eventually returning home alive and in excellent health are very high.” Sergeant Bo returned to the desk and sat down. Lighting a cigarette and stretching his legs he said: “There is also the chance that one of our patrons might take an interest in you. It happens occasionally. These are mostly powerful or influential people, and scum like you who have fought us may need protectors after our inevitable victory. Certainly, you should do nothing to displease a patron. You may even grow to enjoy aspects of your life here. Most of the comfort boys quickly learn to enjoy the sex, or at least to approach their task professionally. This is more likely when prisoners are given an initial choice to remain with the SRU. Prisoners who are completely repelled by the idea of a comfort boy’s role will usually choose a regular prison. Sergeant Bo blew an expertly formed smoke ring while casually crossing his legs: “My strong advice to you is to accept your chance to stay with the SRU, unless you are actually made sick by the idea of having sex with a man. Some of our patrons strongly prefer boys who are ‘real men’, as they are sometimes called - though most prefer a masculine boy who can show some pleasure in his duties. There are worse ways to survive a war, and much worse ways not to survive.” Then there was silence for about half a minute. Sergeant Bo stubbed out his cigarette, looked past us to Corporal Yang and said: “I think that’s it. Take these three [pointing to Sim, Cha and Ming] to the cells but leave our pretty little officer-boy with me. I’ll prepare him for the Captain’s quarters”. With that, Corporal Yang marched the other three prisoners naked out the same door by which the Captain had earlier gone, and I was left alone with Sergeant Bo. TO BE CONTINUED