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By D.O. celliophonic@yahoo.com http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bestbbcstories/

Alex struggled against his bonds, the tight ropes constricting his blood flow. He had been crying from the fear and the intense pain coursing through his body. Just hours ago he had been another carefree nineteen year-old, on a mission to the strife-torn country of Uganda, not even in country long enough to get a tan yet. Then he and the rest of his party had been snatched up by Ugandan ‘freedom fighters’ as they called themselves, but they were really just murderers and rapists and criminals. Now he hung from the ceiling of the basement in some warlord’s headquarters. For two hours he had been slapped around, punched and even whipped a couple times. God he’d had no idea that could hurt that much. He was hurt, dazed and confused with what was happening to him.

After having been left there hanging for a few minutes he suddenly heard movement behind him. He struggled to look around but couldn’t swing around to see. He needn’t have bothered. As he hung there, a small black man came around to stand in front of him. He looked to be about fifty years old. He was short, probably about 5’6” but with a stocky 180 pound frame. He could be described as rather portly. He was grinning an evil grin.

And General Kigongo was certainly an evil man. He could scarcely believe his luck that his men ran across these white American missionaries. The rest of the group were all older and not of much interest to the general, but this one… this one was young and very pretty. Just the way the general liked them. The boy was still a teenager it appeared with blonde hair and blue eyes and stood about 5’11” and weighed around 190 pounds of svelte, toned muscle. His pale white skin, shirtless as he was, was glistening with perspiration. Kigongo was barely able to contain his arousal and excitement. How he loved to hear the screams of these haughty white males as he committed unspeakable acts upon their youthful bodies. His second-in-command, Colonel Taban was equally cruel and loved to rape young boys more than anything, reveling in their revulsion of his assault into their most intimate places. Together they had formed an unstoppable kidnap/rape/torture/kill unit for the past few years. It was a safe bet that any young, white, male soldiers, missionaries, peace workers, nurses and the like that had disappeared almost anywhere in the country had most likely fallen into their clutches.

Alex hung there, immobile and crying, the tears running unabashedly down his cheeks. He could not imagine what this warlord would want with him. Through his blurred vision he saw another man walk into view. Another black man with an extremely dark complexion and much taller than the first man. This newcomer stood at least 6’5” and looked to be about 260 pounds with an exceptionally muscular physique. Alex guessed him to be around thirty five to forty years old. He also looked to Alex to be exceedingly cruel and indeed, when he looked at Alex, there was only coldness in his eyes.

The shorter man spoke, in a deep voice and thick accent typical of Ugandan’s speaking English. “I am General Kigongo, leader of the People’s Revolutionary Alliance. You are an American and as such, it is a crime for you to be in this country. For this crime, you will pay.” It was a statement delivered with a finality that made Alex’s blood freeze. Surely they couldn’t imprison him or charge him with any real crime. Missionaries came here all the time, they had to understand. The general spoke again. “This is Colonel Taban. He will be in charge of carrying out your punishment and I will assist him. I must warn you, we are very……hard men. Your punishment will not be easy. You will suffer greatly and you will hate us for it. Or perhaps not……” He paused, as if for dramatic effect. “But such is the penalty for committing such an offense.” He shrugged and gave Alex another evil grin.

Taban dipped his fingers into a small dish containing what looked like some kind of grease or animal fat. Then he stepped around so that he was behind Alex again. Kigongo stepped forward quickly and pulled down Alex’s khaki pants, followed by his briefs, in unceremonious fashion. Now he was completely naked. It made him very aware that he was completely at the mercy of these two men. “Are you uncomfortable, boy? Are you scared yet?” The general was laughing cruelly at his predicament and Alex spat at him, hitting the older man just above his right eye. A furious look crossed the man’s face as he drew out a handkerchief and wiped off the offending slop. “That, my dear lad, was a mistake. It would not do to anger me any further than I already am. I can devise some……activities for you that will prove most disagreeable…”

“I…I’m sorry, General, s…sir. I shouldn’t have done th…that. But I have a right to know why I’m being kept here. I’ve done nothing wrong, sir…” His voice sounded a little pleading. Kigongo looked pleased. The boy was scared. A white boy begging him to be released was music to his ears. “I have already told you your crime; and you are incorrect in your assumption that you ‘have a right’ as you say. You have NO rights! You are my prisoner and soon……my little fuckpuppet as well. Heh, heh.” Kigongo could see the rising terror in the kid’s blue eyes and it caused his eight-inch erection to stiffen further, tenting the trousers of his military fatigues.

Alex looked down in abject horror as the general obscenely rubbed his crotch with his left hand all the while roughly clawing Alex’s smooth body with his right one. Alex felt the man grab and twist his nuts painfully then pinch each of his nipples with a forcefulness he could not have imagined, until both nubs had swollen agonizingly into throbbing spikes, jutting out almost a full inch from his chest, bright red from the strain they had received. He could hear himself crying, begging his tormentor to stop, but hearing only the wicked laughter of the wicked men as they continued with this treatment.

“Make him hard for me, Colonel! I want his little prick straining for me.” With those words Alex felt Taban’s fingers at the entrance to his butthole and before he could scream out his distress, they were in him, two fingers scissoring his sphincter muscle, attempting to make it open. He squeezed tight as hard as he could, while yelling out obscenities at the men. All his actions did were to cause chuckles to flow from the men, their amusement as plain as day. Suddenly the fingers were removed and he heard Taban grab something from a table behind them and suddenly the man was shoving a ball gag into his mouth, not ungently. He forced Alex’s jaws to open dreadfully wide around the hard rubber ball and then the thing was strapped around the kid’s head, very tightly. Now all he could do was mumble around the gag, until he realized very quickly that he could also drool around it and a steady stream of saliva ran from his mouth, down his chin and onto his chest. It was utterly humiliating, and yet he was powerless to stop any of this from happening. He began screaming incoherently for his mother, tears rolling unheeded down his cheeks. This was the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him, he thought. If only he could have known…

Without further pause, Taban pushed his greased up fingers back to the boy’s tiny hole. He could feel the heat radiating from it and could imagine losing himself in the lush, moist softness up in there. He was also immensely aroused, his ten incher pressing excruciatingly against the buttons of his camo trousers, burning to be released so he could take the boy hard, without mercy and make him hoarse from screaming. But he forced himself to wait. It was always so much better when he allowed things to happen slowly, naturally. He doubted their captured prey enjoyed it, but their prisoners’ feelings were of no concern to either of the warrior leaders. They took what they wanted from anyone who crossed their path and usually did so rather violently.

Again, Alex tightened up, involuntarily as he felt the colonel’s digits attempting to penetrate him. “I don’t think this one wants to let me in, General. Too bad it’s not his choice. Heh, heh, heh.” It was the first time Taban had spoken and his voice was even deeper than Kigongo’s, by at least a couple of octaves. His laughter was steely and without any semblance of humor or warmth, just malice. “Come my little dove. Open yourself to me. I am going to get into that little slit one way or the other. If you relax, it will be less painful. Of course, I think perhaps the general might like it to be more painful for you, eh?” Alex was fighting a losing battle against Taban’s fingers, greased up as they were. He was closed as tight as he could get, but soon he gasped as two of the colonel’s brawny pointers slipped up inside him and then he thrust backward unwillingly as Taban touched a spot inside him, a spot he didn’t know existed and he cried out a muffled shout from behind the gag as unexpected pleasure shot through him. Then he felt his cock start to betray him, beginning to stiffen and elongate, despite the fact that he was far from turned on. He was horrified by his body’s reaction as the wicked colonel kept pressing into him, into that spot and his boner continued to grow with the pressure. He didn’t know how to keep himself from arching back into the older man’s strong, knowing hand and those fingers that kept slithering into his asshole and touching that……that place. “That’s it, sweetie. Just…like…that… You’re going to do…just…fine.” Taban was speaking slowly to him, in a low, breathy voice. Alex’s eye were mostly blinded by his tears and could only feel as General Kigongo reached out and took his prick in his rough paw and began to stroke it. Horrifyingly, Alex felt himself get even stiffer as the military leader continued his coarse ministrations.

“Yes, that’s it, my darling lad. I like boys that can get hard, powerful erections. Yours isn’t very big, at least compared to the magnificent black men that populate our proud country, but that’s to be expected of puny Americans. I’d say six inches is more than enough…certainly for my…purposes” The general spoke as he continued to stroke him, while behind them, Taban was putting relentless pressure on that hidden pleasure nexus. He had three fingers inside the boy by now and he loved the way that heated anal tract sucked around his probing digits. He knew the feeling would be magnificent as it constricted around his cock, when he finally raped the unwilling kid. But that was for later. Right now was General Kigongo’s time to shine. “Now my dear, call me one who assumes and that CAN get me into a bit of trouble from time to time, but I always assume, and stop me if I’m wrong, that young boys who are stiff and erect usually want something shoved into their penis. Is that correct?” He looked directly into Alex’s eyes as he said the words, loving that look of hopeless terror that inevitably came over the teenage boys, as he made his intentions clear and they came to realize that this was their fate and it could not be stopped, despite their strongest protestations. Alex’s eyes widened upon hearing those words and he instantly began to cry out more muffled gasps and screams around the saliva-soaked ball gag. He could see from the icy-cold eyes of his captor that no mercy would be given him; the general meant to violate him in the most heinous way imaginable. He was screaming out a stifled “NO, NO, NO, NO!” at the top of his lungs, all to no avail.

Kigongo stepped back a few feet to a table. On it was a small cloth pack and he opened the flaps outward so they lay on the tabletop and moved aside so Alex could see what was there. He saw about a dozen very long, very thin rods of various lengths and diameters, and made from different materials lying there, next to the bowl of grease. He knew instinctively what these were to be used for and he screamed even harder, until his already dry throat was raw. Kigongo smiled at the look on the boy’s pretty face and he knew this would be one of his favorite conquests yet. He slowly trailed his hands over the sinful-looking instruments, making a show of deciding which one to utilize first. He stopped on one of his favored pieces and smiled slightly as he thought of the many, many young boys this had been inside before. Each one of those had been just as loath as Alex to the thought of the two black men inserting things into each of their orifices. But it mattered not. A young white male was not a human being to Kigongo, but rather an animal, a piece of meat, a slave.

He finally picked one out and came over to show it to Alex. “I have decided, for your benefit, to start with one of the rubber ones. Rubber is much softer on a boy’s sensitive skin, especially for a first-timer like you. At least I assume you are a first-timer. There I go assuming again. Perhaps you stick things in your peepee all the time? Maybe you can’t wait for us to get started? Well soon enough, my little kitten. I just wanted you to see it up close…before I……insert it…” He let his last words hang in the air, savoring the boy’s reaction of sheer terror. How he loved this game, drawing it out a little, making them wait, making them all the more nervous and scared. “As you can see, the one end is rounded so as to make the initial…entry a bit easier for you. Now look closely. Do you see the tiny, little nubs running up and down the length? Yes? I see you do. Well you will very much feel those as I push it further into you. Now I know what you’re thinking. ‘General, there is no way that rod can fit inside my penis and reach all the way into my bladder.’ However, I assure you it can. Very much so, in fact. Many other young boys have thought exactly the same as you, and lo and behold, they are amazed when I push in the final couple inches. You’ll be pleased to note that most of these are slightly smaller in diameter than the average human urethra, so it will be a snug fit but we shouldn’t run into too many issues.“ Kigongo was speaking to Alex now in a conversational manner, as if discussing the weather or what he had for dinner. To him this was all very routine, indeed. Not so much so for Alex. He was in full panic mode, although he knew there was nothing he could do except hope these brutes changed their minds at the last minute. It didn’t seem likely though.

The general continued. “However, before we begin, Colonel Taban wants to see if he can fit his entire hand up inside your rectum and being the good sport that I am, I’ve agreed to let him try. It just seems to make him so happy. Plus with his whole fist up there, it will make manipulating your prostate all the easier. “With that he felt Taban’s fingers pull out and then the hulking Negro walked back around in front of him. He quietly slathered the grease all over the full surface area of his hand then smeared it up his wrist and forearm so half of his arm was glistening in the dim light. Alex shivered at the thought of the brute forcing his fist inside of him, but what could he do, trussed and gagged as he was? Nothing, he thought resignedly and though he continued to struggle against his bonds, he knew it was useless. He was not getting away and no help was coming.

Suddenly he felt four fingers pushing insistently against his greased-up butthole and he knew it was only a matter of time before his stretched sphincter gave way to the bestial strength of Colonel Taban’s slippery hand and then the wrist and finally the arm… Indeed he could feel his rubbery hole, exhausted as it was from the activity it had already endured, beginning to open wider, giving way to his cruel captor. He could feel the hairy knuckles as they began to be massaged by his greasy butt flesh. He could hear himself screaming, but soon came to the awareness that he was so hoarse, his throat ravaged from the screaming he had already done, that no sound was coming forth when he cried out. He almost fainted when he felt his sphincter snap wetly around Taban’s wrist, signaling that he was fully inside Alex’s rectum.

The colonel flexed his hand open wide and laughed coarsely at the sharp reaction from the boy. Disgusted, aroused, amazed that he had a grown man’s hand inside of him. The experience certainly brought some of the more conceited ones down a few notches, as they came to know what it might be like to be female. Of course this was his first time being fisted, a boy that young and unlikely to have much sexual experience at all. How he loved virgins, loved taming their hot, tight holes with his fingers, hands, tongue and especially his cock. He very much enjoyed causing them pain, but perhaps even more exciting was causing them pleasure, forcing their young bodies to betray their owner’s own wishes, until he became owner of that body. He derived immense satisfaction from taking these innocent white lads, who were ostensibly heterosexual and turning them into cum-slurping, fist-taking cocksuckers. A couple of the boys they had captured in years past had even become his long-term partners in just such a sexual relationship, until Taban had tired of them and then, well…… You didn’t want to outlive you usefulness to either the colonel or General Kigongo.

Taban signaled that the boy was ready and the general nodded his understanding. With that he took a bit of the grease and lubed up the nubbed rubber shaft, slowly coating it from tip to end in the viscous slime. “Now colonel, I want him very, very hard for me. Can you accommodate?” Again with the conversational tones, like nothing was amiss. Alex mumbled a weak protest around the gag and then arched forward as he felt Taban’s hand shift inside him and then followed again by the intensely pleasurable pressure on that particular spot. Blood raced through him to the tip of his cock, which stiffened even harder and began drooling some precum from it’s head. “Excellent, excellent. You’re so hard for me right now aren’t you, sweetheart? And giving me some extra lubricant as well? Is your little prick aching for something else? I do believe it is and don’t you worry, I’m going to give it what it wants.” Kigongo gripped Alex’s cock in his left hand and slowly with his right he started swirling the tiny tip of the rubber shaft just on the inside of the boy’s piss slit. Slowly, gently he pushed open the soft, flared hole. Taban kept up the pressure on Alex’s prostate, assuring his continued hardness and arousal. They could hear the boy trying to cry, to scream but he could do nothing but react to the demands of his body. Both men were enthralled by the control they held over their helpless victim. Kigongo looked back down and saw the tiny maw of Alex’s urethra grasping and sucking around the rubber rod. He smiled. “It looks as though your tiny boy clit wants more, eh? It’s trying to suck my rubber tool into it’s depths. I won’t make it wait any longer, my darling. Here we go then, if you’re so impatient, little one. Heh, heh.”

Alex screamed again (or tried to) as he felt the rubber tool begin the descent down his piss tube. The pain started to creep in and he suddenly realized he was not prepared for this level of excruciating pain. His cock felt on fire as General Kigongo pressed onward, and he was not taking as much care to be gentle. He would thrust the nubbed rod down quickly and then very slowly pull it back up, rubbing the tender inner flesh of Alex’s penis raw, all the while twisting it around causing more silent screams to escape from the unfortunate boy’s throat. He grinned an evil grin, loving the sway he held over his little kitten, so desperate to escape, but soon enough the kid would be desperate for release of a different kind and would be begging his captors to let him……not go, but cum. But they had all night for that. Both men looked at each other knowingly; they had been down this road many times before and they had an innate understanding of just how this scenario would play out. The boy would be exhausted by the time his ordeal was done, but it would be from the all together rough but erotic experience of being taken hard and conquered by two skilled black dominants, he need only be willing to let them take him to this uncharted destination……….

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