This is a work in progress, I hope you like it so far. Please feel free to contact the author at sha@asia.com CHINESE P.O.W. (Part 2) III. “You are lucky”, the gwei-lo said. “You have been taken prisoner, but you are to have a choice about your fate”. “You have been brought to the PLA’s Special Recreation Unit. The SRU is a prison unit, but a prison unit of an unusual kind. The purpose of this unit is to provide rest and pleasure to officers of the PLA, foreign advisers to the PLA and to selected enlisted personnel as a reward for outstanding service. We provide comfort girls and comfort boys to our patrons, depending on their taste. Should you remain attached to the SRU, you will perform the role of comfort boys. A comfort boy’s task is to serve the SRU’s patrons in whatever way the patrons wish. Sometimes this will involve giving massages, washing clothes, making tea or light meals, singing, reading or dancing for the patrons. Almost all of the patrons, however, will want you for sex. Sometimes the sex is gentle, and sometimes it is very rough. Whatever they want you for, and whatever they want you to do, it is a comfort boy’s job to please the patron and to do whatever he wants. The patrons are almost always men. On rare occasions, we are used by women patrons. Specialised training is provided for the SRU’s comfort boys. Some of the training is harsh, and you remain prisoners. By and large, however, the life of a comfort boy is preferable to the alternative.” The gwei-lo paused, sipped some tea from a small blue and white bowl, lit a cigarette and looked each of us in the eyes before continuing: “The alternative is transportation from here to a regular military prison camp. You have no doubt heard stories about our prison camps. Life in the camps is extremely harsh, rations are minimal, and the camps are located in the North near the border with our Russian brothers where the climate is extremely hostile. You will be expected to labour at the SRU when not on comfort duties, but camp labour at our regular military prisons is especially harsh and often dangerous, and many prisoners do not survive it. If the climate and the labour do not kill you, the guards or the dogs might do it anyway. To those guards, you will be counter-revolutionary scum and enemies of the people. To us at the SRU you will be assets contributing to our inevitable victory.” The gwei-lo leaned forward on the desk and stubbed out his cigarette. He got up from his desk and walked around behind us. The older guard softly told us to keep our eyes facing front and not to watch the officer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him inspecting one of the other boy’s back and arse. From behind us he said: “Your chances of surviving the war and returning to your families after we have won will be much greater if you choose to remain with the SRU as a comfort boy. The choice is yours. But whichever option you select, this will probably be the last free choice you will make”. Then he was silent for what seemed about three minutes. I sensed him behind me. Suddenly, I felt his hand gently feeling my arse - first the left cheek, then the right. As he reached between my legs to fondle my balls my cock began to stiffen, and I heard his breath quicken slightly and a slight grunt of approval as he felt my growing erection from this unusual angle. My cock was encouraged with a few skilful downward strokes from his hand. The gwei-lo walked slowly back to his desk and resumed his seat, leaving me standing there, hands behind my head and legs apart, with an unconcealable rampant erection. I could see without moving my neck that all the other boys also had full or partial erections, and I guessed that he had given them all similar treatment. “If you decide to stay at SRU”, the gwei-lo continued, “you must learn that you have no will of your own, and that you belong to the SRU and its patrons. If you learn this, you will survive the war. If not, you will be sent to one of our regular military prisons or - depending on the nature of your offence - shot”. “It is very late now. You will make your decision by the morning and inform me at our meeting then. In the meantime, the guards will take you to your sleeping quarters for tonight. We will meet at o-six hundred.” At this the gwei-lo abruptly stood up, took one last long look at us four naked and erect boys. When he looked at me I thought a slight smile came to his lips for just a moment. He asked me, “You are an officer?”. “Yes”, I replied. At this, the older guard came around in front of me, and with his middle finger give the tip of my erect cock a savage flick. The pain was awful, and I let out a tortured howl, tears coming to my eyes. It felt like an electric shock. I never realised that such a small action could cause such incredible agony. “Yes SIR”, the older guard yelled in my face. “Yes sir”, I echoed. The gwei-lo stepped in front of me and stood a mere foot away. He examined the front of my body very carefully. The guard’s sudden assault on my cock had caused it to go completely limp. The foreigner gently took hold of my balls with one hand and slowly increased the pressure on them. He gazed intently at my face as the pressure slowly grew. His green eyes sparkled, and I felt powerfully attracted by his beautiful blond hair and handsome pale features. When the pressure became very painful, I began to wince. Keeping hold of my balls, but no longer increasing the pressure, the foreigner leaned forward, and very softly whispered in my ear: “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”. I paused for a brief moment, before whispering back in a quavering voice, “Yes sir”. Releasing me and turning to the older guard he crisply ordered: “Take their details and secure them!” Then, pointing to me, he said: “But bring this one to my room - I want to teach him a few tricks”. With this, the foreigner turned sharply on his heel and strode out of the door into the night. TO BE CONTINUED
