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                        POW PART I

     My name is Carlos Herrera. I am sixteen years old. A
year ago I was taken from my home in Nicaragua and drafted
into the Contra Army. I was given a rifle and I was
involved in several raids which were scary. I am sure that
I shot some Sandanistas. I hated them and wanted to shoot
more, but I was captured and taken prisoner. Five were
killed and ten of us were captured. I feared they would
kill us too, but they didn't. They tied our hands, loaded
us on a truck, and took us to their camp. They put us in
the same cell, fed us some weak soup and stale bread. We
all slept on the floor as there were no beds. For several
days we stayed in our cells, then we were marched to the
barracks showers. We were ordered to strip and shower.
     Lieutenant Gonzalez, a man of about 25, was in charge
of the prisoners. He watched as we cleansed our smooth,
naked, young bodies. All of us were teens. After drying
ourselves, we were ordered to sit naked on a bench. We
learned we were going to be interrogated.
     I didn't know what to expect. Torture was not
uncommon. Each name was called and the prisoner was led
naked by two guards into another room where the door was
closed. Those led in did not come out. Then the guards
came for me. I entered the room and saw it contained
an iron arm chair with straps, a table covered with a
sheet, and across the room, an office desk with a high
back swivel chair.
     Lieutenant Gonzales was sitting in the chair. There
was a soldier with a camera. My young naked body was
photographed from all angles. I was even made to get on my
hands and knees and drop my head to the floor for a good
butt and ball shot. My cheeks were spread. They even took
a close-up of my asshole. I was ordered to rise, approach
the desk, and stand parade rest in front of the
Lieutenant.
     Lieutenant Gonzales' eyes roamed me up and down,
paying special attention to my naked crotch. He asked me a
lot of questions about my unit. I gave him half truths or
complete lies. Then he said, "If you had your rifle, you
would shoot me, wouldn't you?
     "Yes," I replied, "and every other Sandanista I
could find."
     "But," replied the Lieutenant, "I have the rifle now.
Would you like me to shoot you?" I shook my head.
     "Then, you will be a good boy and get up on the
table. I am going to give your young prick a real
nice feel."
     I had never been touched by another male. I wasn't
going to let it happen now.
     "NO WAY, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH."
     I spat at him. The guards grabbed me. The Lieutenant
rose angrily from his chair. With a clench fist, he poised
to strike, then he slowly sat back down. His angry facial
expression turned to a grin. "I could shoot you right now,
but your smooth, young, body is too nice to be destroyed.
You have a choice. You will cooperate or I will send you
over to the cement barracks. There, no one will hear you
scream as you learn to behave."
     "GO TO HELL," I shouted. The guards held me tighter.
     The Lieutenant opened a desk drawer and drew out a
very thin piece of rubber tube about fifteen inches long.
"Guards, take this boy over to the other barracks. Take
this tube with you. Shove it up his prick and drain his
piss. Give him a good enema too. I don't want him to shit
and piss all over the place when they use the electric
probes."
     I couldn't believe it. They were going to run
that thin rubber hose up my cock, give me an enema, then
use electricity on my balls? This was for real! I became
weak. My knees buckled...I fainted.
     I came too in the same room, strapped naked to the
iron chair. The Lieutenant was standing over me dangling
the thin hose. "So, you're no longer the he-man soldier.
Shall I give you a sample of what's going to happen at the
barracks?"
     I was limp with fright. I hung my head and moved it
slowly.
     "Then," said the Lieutenant, "you will cooperate."
     He undid my bonds, stood me to my feet, and led me to
the table. I was too frightened not to obey. I got on the
table and lay on my back. I submissively drew up my legs
and spread them, fully exposing myself. I was too scared
not to.
     His hand touched my stomach. It moved downwards
until his fingers wrapped around my balls and cock. He
started to fondle.
     "We have all lots of time, he said."
     Oiling his hand, he continued working up and down my
cock and across my balls. He oiled each tit, running his
fingers over both. A tingle started in my crotch. I
couldn't help it. My cock stiffened.
     As it grew, the Lieutenant slipped back my foreskin,
exposing my swollen cherry. I tried to fight my hard-
on, but to no avail. I could do nothing as his hand roamed
over my sensitive parts. The Lieutenant was smiling. He
reached down and spread my butt. He inspected my asshole
closely, commenting on my cute pucker. I tried to tighten
to fend off his slippery finger but it still made slow,
deliberate penetration. My peter was pulled with his other
hand.
     There was another intense feeling. The Lieutenant
had put my cock in his mouth. He was licking its tip. I
felt myself coming. I could no longer hold it. My cum shot
into his mouth.
     The Lieutenant then proceeded to massaged my whole
body with an abundance of oil. He fondled, admired, and
probed at his pleasure. I got hard a second time. I was
sucked again.
    I was given a yellow jump-suit to wear, then
returned to my cell. Five of the original ten cell mates
had returned. They also wore yellow jump-suits. Like
myself, they too had given their young bodies to the
amusement of their captors rather than being tortured. We
wondered where the others were. Later, two arrived,
dragged in, babbling incoherently, and crying. Both had
resisted sexual advances and electric probes had been
used on their balls. We never saw the others. They
either died during torture or had been shot. I'm sure they
returned the two torture victims to us to show what
would happen if we did not obey.
    I was not allowed to wear any thing under my jump
suit. The Lieutenant needed only to pull its zipper down,
drop it off my shoulders, and I was naked.
     I was scheduled for daily visits. The Lieutenant
always had something new in mind when I came in for play
time.  Once, I arrived to find he had a companion. The
companion was wearing a white medical coat. The Lieutenant
acted as if he was in a hurry. He quickly dropped my jump
suit and ordered me on the table.
    "The laboratory is doing some research. They want us
to take three sperm samples." I knew he was lying. It
was another of his fun games.
    "We are going to pump them out. Pedro is going to
help."
     Pedro was more than willing. The Lieutenant pulled my
legs back. A wire frame holding a vertical piece of clear
plastic was put in front of my dick. The plastic had an
open seam at the bottom. When my sperm hit the plastic it
would run down to the open seam which would trap it. It
would then be tipped and poured into a small collecting
vial.
     Pedro took a ruler, a pair of calipers, and a small
scale out of a black bag. First he measured my dick with
the ruler. Then he measured its girth with the calipers,
making notes on a clipboard. He took my balls, sorted each
one aside, and measured their length and width. Each ball
was layed on the small scale and weighed.
     He put an abundance of oil on his hand. A slippery
thumb moved over my pee hole. He started pulling with a
slippery grasp. The Lieutenant pretended to nervously
glance at his watch. "Hurry up!. Come!"
 Pedro pumped faster and squeezed my balls trying to force
me.
     "Hurry!" said the lieutenant impatiently.  "Tell us
when you're coming."
    It didn't take long.
     "I'M COMING!"
     Pedro pumped with last minute furor, aiming my dick
at the plastic sheet. There was a splat as I shot,
followed by another and another. I watched my cum run down
the clear plastic to the catching slot below.
     Pedro removed the plastic and tipped my cum into a
small graduate where he made note of its volume before
pouring it into the vial. A bit had spilled on his hand.
He licked it off.
     Pedro immediately started on sample number two.
He gave my dick a preliminary suck with a rapid moving
tongue. He proceeded to rapidly stroke with the
Lieutenant still yelling at me to hurry.
     My second sample was smaller. It didn't run too far
on the plastic. Pedro scraped it off and slid it into a
second vial. A note was made of elapsed time.
     My dick was grabbed and fondled for the third round.
I remained limp. Pedro's pulling, squeezing and other
feels didn't help me get hard. "So, you're not going to
give us any more?" the Lieutenant said. "We'll see."
     A black rubber strap was taken out of his case. It
was about a foot long, a quarter inch thick, and two
inches wide. With my legs held back, Pedro oiled up two
fingers and worked them around my asshole rim.  He removed
a large dildo from his bag and oiled it too. I felt his
finger being pushed slowly up my ass. Two fingers were
then worked up, stretching me open even more. It hurt.
     Pedro took the rubber strap and slapped it across my
bare butt. It stung. I squirmed. Then he ran his fingers
up my ass again, repeatedly working them in and out. I
felt my cheeks burning and my asshole feeling queer. I
hardened. If I started to soften, the process started all
over. I still doubted if I could come a third time.
     Pedro continued to furiously pump, putting in as much
speed and energy as he could. The greased dildo was
inserted. It stretched me wider than ever before.
     I could finally feel a drop of cum slowly working
through my hard dick. My body strained, using every
muscle, very bit of energy, forcing the last drop. The
small amount oozed out slowly and dribbled down my cherry.
I lay exhausted. With the tongue depressor, Pedro scraped
up what he could salvage.
     Grinning with satisfaction, the Lieutenant let me lay
and rest. He then ordered me back into my jump suit
and called the guards.
     On my way back to my cell, I visualized both of them
laughing and talking about their techniques; how they
would invent others to make me give even more cum.
Tomorrow, I would be brought in again.

                       POW PART II

     It was 10 A.M. The guards were approaching. It was
time for me to entertain the Lieutenant with my naked
body. I wondered what he had planned.
     Being sixteen years old, my sex hormones were at
their peak. Wet dreams and involuntary erections happened
in great frequency. When hard, my dick was as stiff as a
board pointing upwards towards my belly button. It was
sometimes difficult to pee in the mornings. If I had a
piss hard-on, I would have to really push down on it to
aim it at the toilet. The Lieutenant liked boys at this
growth stage.
     The guards walked me around to where the Lieutenant
was sitting behind the desk. Uncuffing my hands, they
watched as he pulled down the long zipper on my jump suit.
He undraped it from my shoulders letting it fall to my
ankles. I was ordered to step out. I stood completely
naked. All eyes feasted on my bare body.
     I started to get a hard-on. All watched with pleasure
as my prick slowly started to rise. I couldn't stop it.
Soon, it was straight up, my red tip partially showing
through my foreskin. The Lieutenant smiled. He ordered me
closer, took my cock and gently pulled the foreskin back,
exposing my full cherry. He also gave my balls a gentle
fondle.
     My hands were put behind my back, and I was
handcuffed again. The guards were ordered to leave. They
both had bulges in their pants.
     I stood quietly in front of the Lieutenant as he lit
a cigarette, blew smoke in the air, then let his eyes roam
over me. "Turn around," he said. "Back up closer and stand
at parade rest." I backed closer and spread my legs. My
butt was just a few inches from his face. Two fingers
started to stroke my thigh, making soft circles on
my smooth skin. They moved about, then stroked the
other calf. One finger moved against the middle of my
tight crack. Gently it moved up and down from bottom to
top and then back to bottom following the inner curve of
my cheeks.. The soft touch caused a mild tickle. The
Lieutenant was getting great satisfaction. His other hand
reached between my legs. He gently squeezed my balls.
     His finger probed deeper in to my crack, this time
touching my asshole. Small probes were made, not too deep,
about a quarter of an inch, followed by a small swirl. I
hoped he wasn't going to work a dry finger up me. I was
too tight for this. It would be very uncomfortable.
     For a finale, the lieutenant took his hands and
spread my butt wide. He held me open for a long time. He
even took a few puffs from his cigarette and blew the
smoke up and down my open crack.
     "I'm going to wash your ass," he said.
     Handcuffed, my hands behind me, I was made to lean
over the Lieutenants desk where he had cleared an area. My
legs were spread. The Lieutenant now had full access to my
butt.
     "Stay there and don't move."
     The Lieutenant left the room, reappearing with two
plastic buckets of very warm water, a bar of soap, a
washcloth, a brush and a several towels.
     "Stand on this towel," said the Lieutenant, adjusting
my legs wider.
     I could not see what the Lieutenent was doing, but he
was silent and hadn't touched me yet. I guessed he was
admiring my rear. I was right.
     "Your Butt is like a smooth middle sized melon with a
crack down its middle. Firm, fresh, and no hair. Two
beautiful cheeks."
     The Lieutenant paused and continued to feast with his
eyes.
    "Your puckered asshole is too tight or I would fuck
you right now. Tomorrow, I am going to start relaxing your
asshole."
     Asshole relaxationt? I wondered what the Lieutenant
was scheming up.
     I heard the washcloth being dipped in water,
partially rung, and a bar of soap being rubbed against it.
The warm, wet, soapy cloth was then put against my crack
and moved up and down. I was surprised, but it felt good.
I guess it took me back to my childhood when mommy used to
wash my butt. The Lieutenant put the washcloth aside,
soaped up his hands, and ran them over my whole butt,
inside and out. Everything was warm, wet and slippery.
     For his fun, he took the wet washcloth, squeezed it,
and let the water fall into my crack and run over my
asshole. He took a towel and briskly dried me, digging in
deep. Quiet a few washes and dries followed. Soap was
applied to the brush. I had never had my inner cheeks or
outer asshole scrubbed with a brush. Firm, but not too
firm, soapy bristles moved briskly over me. It felt rather
good. I knew if it continued for too long there would be
chafing. I hoped the lieutenant would stop before I
started to smart. He did.
     Several more soothing soapings followed, with the
slippery bar of soap being pushed hard against my asshole.
It was no surprise when a soapy forefinger slipped deep
into my bowels.
     "Your inner muscles must be washed too," said the
Lieutenant.
     His enclosed finger made wide circular strokes over
my prostate. The touching caused me to fully harden. The
Lieutenant knew this. He reached his hand between my legs
to check my full erection.
     "I want you to slide back off the desk a bit," said
the Lieutenant, helping me readjust myself.
     My handcuffs were removed. This was something new.
They had never been removed before.
     "I want you to jack off," said the Lieutenant.
     "In this position?"
     "Yes," the lieutenant replied.
     I reached my hand beneath me and started stroking my
prick. The lieutenant had inserted his finger up my ass
again and was poking with speedy enthusiasm. I was still
pulling my peter when I felt two of his fingers against my
hole. He tried to enter with a slow twisting motion. His
other hand grabbed my balls. He kept pushing inward
turning his wrist to help the fingers entry. I continued
to stroke my dick.  The lieutenant knew I had a tight ass.
I emitted a sound of pain.
    I was also feeling an impending intense come. I pulled
my prick faster as my cum rapidly worked its way through
my body. Attempting to tighten my ass and expel the
probing fingers was driving me crazy. My cum flew out of
my dick, splashing against the underside of the metal
desk. It ran down its panel, dribbling to the floor. I lay
quietly.
     I felt my asshole again being rinsed and gently
wiped, my cheeks being softly patted, my crack gently
stroked.
     The guards took me back to my cell with a very clean
butt. Being very aware of my scrubbed and massaged bottom,
I felt very good. I would never tell this to the
Lieutenant.
     I wondered what the lieutenant had in mind when he
said he wanted to start relaxing my asshole on my next
visit.

                       POW PART III

     The guards approached my cell at the usual time. I
was handcuffed and led to the Lieutenants office. The
guards never messed with me. They had strict orders not
to. I was the Lieutenants boy.
     "Your asshole is really going to get it today,"
a guard snickered.
     In the Lieutenants office I went through the usual
ritual. The Lieutenant always let the guards stay and
watch as he defrocked me.
     Today, he took my cock in his hand, lifted it up,
then pushed it down, showing the guards all areas of my
prick. He also took his fingers, wrapped them above my
balls, pushing them further down into my sac. The tight
skin outlined each one, showing their size.
     Dismissing the guards, the Lieutenant opened his
brief case. I got a quick glance, not enough to see
everything, but there was a red rubber enema bag, a jar of
Vasolene, and dildos in designs I had never seen before.
     I noticed a wind-up adjustable stool at the end of
the table, and a gooseneck light rising from a floor
stand.
     I was ordered to lean and spread which gave full
access to my butt. The light was adjusted, the lieutenant
spun the stool to the right height and sat down. A
liberally greased finger worked the rim of my asshole,
then slowly moved inside me.
     "OK, cute boy," the Lieutenant said. " I'm going to
relax your asshole so I can give you a real good fuck. By
a good fuck meaning I want you to enjoy it too. Let's get
started."
     "First, I'm going to hose you out...get rid of all
your shit. Three enemas."
     The Lieutenant disappeared into his bathroom and
returned with a pitcher of warm water. He stood in front
of me as he held the empty red bag with the dangling hose.
He slowly poured the water so I could see. I watched
the bag swell. I squirmed.
     He stood behind me. The greased hose made its
entrance. For some reason, a large enema tip was not used.
      Soon, I felt the fullness of the water. I was
getting crampy. I was becoming very uncomfortable.
When the bag was empty, the Lieutenant extracted the hose.
    "Now GO!...leave the bathroom door open."
    I dashed for the toilet hoping I could hold it and
would not spray. I made it.
     The Lieutenant watched through the doorway as I
expelled long hard streams.  Soon, most of the pressure
was gone, but I continued with little squirts,
intermingled with gas. I could not clean myself with my
cuffed hands.
     The Lieutenant led me back to the table, where I bent
over. He wiped me.
     Before my second enema, my hands were recuffed in
front. This time, I was ordered to the floor, head down
and knees drawn. The water flowed in. It was much warmer.
     I made a second rush to the toilet. As I sat, the
Lieutenant did a strange thing. He came and held my hands,
squeezing them firmly.
     He had never treated me like this before. I could
hardly think he was becoming concerned about my comfort.
However, it seemed he was not his usual self.
     The bag was not filled full the third time. Just
about half and very hot. When I was through, the
Lieutenant inspected the bowl to make sure the water was
clear.
      At the table, The Lieutenant sat behind me on his
stool, adjusted his examining light, and applied warm oil
to my hole. I felt one finger enter. It slid up easily.
Two fingers were inserted. It didn't hurt. The hot enema
had me really relaxed. With his two fingers in me, I was
ordered to flex. I couldn't. I was too relaxed from the
hot water and warm oil. I had no tightening power.
       The Lieutenant extracted an alcohol burner from his
brief case, lit it, then reached back in the bag and took
out a tube that looked like a picture light. It was just
as round but a lot thicker, maybe a bit longer. One end
was rounded and the other end had a cap. The cap was
unscrewed it was filled it with oil. After recapping, it
was held over the burner until the inside oil was very
warm. The outside wall was then lubricated.
     I drew my legs. It was slowly pushed in. The warmth
made it easier. My butt muscle gave even more. I was
stretched to the max. I was also had a real stiff hard on.
     The Lieutenant put his mouth over my dick. His
tongue spun rapidly, delving back and forth over my pee
hole. I was fully impaled. I couldn't flex. I was
being driven crazy with the sucking sensation.
     "AAARH!,"
      I pulsated with the intense sensation of coming. The
Lieutenant stopped sucking and pumped rapidly. A gigantic
wad of cum spewed forth, flying over my head, landing on
the floor somewhere behind me. Smaller emissions followed.
I was completely spent.
      The dildo was reheated and reinserted. It's warmth
felt good. The Lieutenant moved up and gently squeezed my
tits. Then, he did something new. He had me tilt my head
back and open my mouth. His fingers ran inside my cheeks,
over my gums, and teeth, exploring every corner. Further
delving followed to the sides of my inner throat, being
careful that I didn't gag. I found myself salivating
uncontrollably. Saliva ran  outside my mouth and across my
chin.
"Stick out your tongue," ordered the lieutenant.
     "Farther."
     The lieutenant grasped my tongue tugging it out even
more. With his other hand he stroked it underneath, and
then ran his fingers over the rough top surface. I felt
completely submissive. Every crevice in my body had now
been touched and examined. All of my body surfaces had
been massaged. There was nothing about me that the
lieutenant hadn't explored or used. He was now gently
stroking my hair.
     He stopped, stepped back, and disrobed, displaying a
large erection. Walking to the end of the table, he
removed the dildo from my ass. Taking oil, he worked it
over his penis.
    He slid me to the tables end. My feet were raised to
his shoulders. He moved closer, his hands held my ankles
higher, his penis aimed like a spear, ready to impale its
target. I felt it touch me. It was long and hard. My
asshole was warm and limp. I was entered.  It did not
hurt. It slid back and forth, in and out of my ass. I
couldn't believe it. I was enjoying it. It felt good. It
moved faster and faster, the Lieutenants pelvis and balls
slapping my outer cheeks until he made a final thrust,
expelling his sperm. He stayed inside me until he was
limp.
     After resting, I arose and sat on the edge of the
table. My handcuffs were removed, the Lieutenant saying
they would no longer be needed.
     We made eye contact. We were being drawn together
by some kind of magnetism. I stood. We embraced and
kissed. We gripped each others bare bodies tighter.  Our
lips pressed and worked against each other. I slid slowly
down, licking each of his tits then moved to his crotch. I
took his dick in my mouth, slipping it in and out as far
as possible. I sucked.
     Soon, the taste of his warm cum was savored. I felt
good. I felt comfortable. I felt at home. I stood up for
another embrace.

                         THE END