Chapter 4
The guy was pumped full of sexual stimulants and probably hadn’t cum in a very long time. I didn’t even know what to think. I simply let him put on the pants.
When he finished dressing, I opened the cans of olives and tuna for us. I told him we might be here for a while, even though I doubted he understood. Still, he ate a little.
He said something I couldn’t understand. Then he lowered his head, pressed his hands together, and spoke in my language:
“Thank you.”
I nodded. He shouldn’t be thanking me. I was taking him back to base for interrogation.
He touched his chest and said:
“Liak.”
I replied:
“Hunter.”
Now I kept thinking about what my superiors had planned for him. Either way, it wasn’t my problem. Nothing they could do to him would be worse than what he had already endured. He would handle it.
When we finished eating, I picked up the handcuffs and said:
“I need to restrain you.”
He quickly answered:
“No… run.”
But I couldn’t trust that. I saw the raw marks on his wrists. He didn’t even try to resist when I grabbed his arms. His eyes looked sad as he
lowered his head in submission. He was clearly used to this. I released his wrists and instead chained one of his ankles to a nearby pillar.
When I look into his eyes, I see gratitude.
Some time later he falls asleep.
I sit on a chair and try to rest for a few minutes, but it’s better to stay alert. We’re still in enemy territory.
I hear moans. I wake up instantly and point my gun toward the sound, but I quickly realize it’s coming from the mattress where the prisoner is lying. He’s writhing with his back turned to me. What the hell is going on?
I get up slowly. Maybe he’s having convulsions from the fever again. But when I get a better look at his face, I see his eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open, and his hand wrapped around his cock. He’s stroking himself frantically, desperately chasing release.
I freeze where I stand. It hits me the same way the videos did earlier. My body is tense, rigid. I just watch as he continues for a while longer until he finally gives up, panting and frustrated, staring at the ceiling.
Thankfully it’s dark where I am and he can’t see me watching him. The glow stick is closer to him. My eyes drift down and I notice his cock is still rock hard inside his pants, just like it had been since I removed that device earlier. I could even see the bulge during dinner. I barely recognize myself, obsessing over this like I am.
I check my watch. It’s already 3:12 AM. I take a quick look outside and everything seems calm, no more visitors. This would be the perfect time for an extraction. Where the hell is everyone? Why haven’t they come for us?
When I look back at the prisoner, he has fallen asleep again. I walk over slowly and watch him for a moment longer. His cock is still hard inside his pants. My gaze travels up his body. He’s covered by the jacket now, but I remember exactly how he looked naked. His skin is very pale, making his pink nipples and lips stand out. His blond hair makes his greenish eyes look even more intense. At least his face has more life and color now than when I found him strapped to that table.
Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about it.
I return to my post, dozing off a few times only to wake up in alert mode, ready to attack an enemy that only exists in my dreams. There’s no one here but the two of us. Thinking about that makes me look at him again as he sleeps.
He’s sleeping deeply, the heavy sleep of someone with a high fever. I try to wake him but fail. My eyes drop to his cuffed ankle. It’s raw from the metal. He must have moved around too much during the night. I approach, take the key from my pocket, and quietly unlock the cuff, freeing his ankle. I think he’s understood that running isn’t a good option. Besides, I’ll be back from my shower before he wakes up.
I’m hard as stone. This usually happens in the morning, but after all the constant training I’ve been used to ignoring it and pushing it aside. Today, though, it’s impossible. I need to take care of this before he wakes up.
Good thing the bathroom is further back. It would be weird doing this here with that guy right there. Not that it’s ever stopped me before, I jerked off under the blankets in the barracks with several other men in the same room when I was younger. But right now it feels different and…
“Ahhhh…”
That’s all that escapes my mouth the moment my hand wraps around my throbbing, rock-hard cock. I stroke it slowly, feeling every sensation build in my body. I don’t even need to imagine any woman. Everything I saw in those videos and everything I witnessed to day has me on edge. I start stroking harder and faster.
I leaned back against the wall and came hard, a rough groan escaping my throat as my hand pumped up and down my cock, draining every last drop of cum. I tried to steady my breathing and clear my blurred vision. That’s when I looked toward the door and saw him standing there, staring at me in shock.
Before I could do anything, he quickly disappeared. Fuck. Did he just watch me jerk off? What the hell! How long had he been standing there?
I grabbed the cloth I had found earlier to use as a towel, wrapped it around my waist, picked up my gun, and went after him. I found him sitting on the mattress, looking terrified when he saw me pointing the weapon at him.
He raised his hands in fear, pressing himself against the wall. I could see the terror in his eyes. My breathing slowly calmed down. He whispered:
“Sorry.”
In my language. That’s when I realized he wasn’t trying to run, he was afraid of how I would react to what he had seen.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it because I heard the sound of vehicles nearby. I moved to my observation point and saw enemy troops. They might sweep through here again looking for us.