When I had finished they grabbed me to my feet and again we started marching. I could tell this time we were hiking exclusively uphill. We were going up a mountain.
Finally, after what seemed like hours again, we came to a halt. They unzipped the opening to my mouth again and gave me water — not only did it quench my thirst, nut it also kept my stress down, as why would they give me water if they were going to kill me? As I sat there drinking water I could here them moving around and from the noise I certainly felt this place was their camp, whether it was just a temporary or permanent camp, I did not know.
Now the questions for me was how long were they going to keep me here and what were they planning on doing to me? Certainly, if one had used me for sex, wouldn’t they all use me? They seemed to have already indicated that I was their property, their `bitch’ to do with whatever they wanted!
Who were these guys? Were they real soldiers? Were they gay or gay bashers?
My mind just kept racing even though I was completely exhausted. Eventually, exhaustion won out and I fell asleep. The next thing I know I am being carried and placed into some sort of hammock and then my hands were unbound from behind me, only to be stretched out and each tied to something.
They took off my shows and socks and did the same thing to my legs, bounding them high above me, so that I was now spread eagle with my virgin ass exposed. I was completely strapped to this thing and could not move. My head was actually lower than the rest of my body; at the time I did not know why.
The mood of the men seemed more festive now. I heard chuckles and chatter, but I could not hear anything specific, as the hood still limited my hearing. It was long before they came to me again and one of them removed the hood and now I could finally see.
It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the light, as surprisingly it was still daylight. Although, I could tell it was late and the sun was setting. The first thing I really saw was a very large hairy man, with the largest cock I had ever seen, and the hairiest crotch as well.
He was also uncut and from his stature and smirk I knew it had been the one who had teased me earlier with his foreskin for water. He had a can of beer in his left hand and occasionally took gulps. He was all man, muscles, hairy, tall, dark, handsome, and seemed to be a lot older than the first soldier I met, and certainly much older than myself.
The next thing I know he stares into my eyes and says, “Ya all awake now queer boy?” He then took his right hand and grabbed his huge flaccid man meat and shook it at me saying, “I bet you been dreaming about tasting this big Italian sausage again.” They all then started laughing.
Because of the position of my head, I could not really see all of them. From what I could tell they were all now naked, except for their boots and dog tags, and they all were drinking beer. This had to be a nightmare — This could not really be happening to me?
[END OF PART TWO]