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The Hostage Chapter 2The stifling air seemed to cool down at least ten degrees on the shore ofthe small mountain stream, which was shaded by the cypress trees along itsbanks. Martin undid the ropes on Trevor’s wrists. He sat down on a rockwith his rifle aimed at Trevor.Trevor dipped a toe into the stream and was pleased with the watertemperature. He dropped his underwear and waded in.”Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.”Not this time. I bathed a short while ago.”Not this time. I guess Martin would join him another time. Trevor hopedso, but again he hated himself for thinking such thoughts. Martin was theenemy, and he had no intention of sleeping with the enemy, no matter howattractive.Trevor washed himself as best he could without soap. Nevertheless the rompin the cool stream was very refreshing, and he hated to come out. After heemerged, he realized that he had no towel so he laid himself down on thegrass and let the sun dry his body. Martin just sat with his rifle pointedat his hostage. He was strangely quiet.”Next time can we bring soap and towels?” Trevor asked.”Of course. I was unprepared to take you here today. Next time will bedifferent.”Trevor could only wonder what he meant by next time. Would Martin join himin the water…naked? He hoped so. When he felt that he was dry enough,Trevor stood up and put on his boxers. Martin stood up also, his riflestill pointed at Trevor.”We had better get to the cabin and out of the sun soon,” Martin said.”The afternoon sun can be brutal.” Trevor was pleased that Martin did notput any ropes on his wrists. He reckoned that Martin considered him to beno danger with a rifle constantly pointed in his face. He was afraid theropes would be reapplied at bedtime.”I’ll make us something to eat,” Martin said. “After lunch we willrehearse your first message to your pig friends. I have already writtenit.”There were two knapsacks lying in the corner of the room, along with boththeir clothing. Martin removed a slab of cheese from one of the sacks. Hebroke off two small pieces and he gave one to Trevor. He carefullyreturned the remaining cheese to the sack. Then he opened the other sackand removed a large, round loaf of bread. Again he broke off two smallpieces and offered one to Trevor. Apparently that was to be the menu forall times, since Trevor could not see any other food around the place. Hewondered if the keys to the Jeep were in one of the sacks, or in the pocketof Martin’s trousers lying alongside.After what passed as their lunch, Martin restrained Trevor again. Hewalked out of the cabin without closing the door. Trevor could see himgetting something out of the Jeep. He came back, closed the door, and laidout two sleeping bags on the floor. He made no explanation to Trevor, buthe reached into the pocket of his trousers, and he took out a little pieceof paper. Yet again he untied Trevor’s wrists and handed him the paper.Trevor read:Hello friends. This is Trevor Lawrence. As you know I am a journalistwith CNN. My cameraman Ahmed and I invaded insurgent territory on thepretext of wanting to interview some of them. Our real mission was to spyfor UN forces. We were captured and we were separated, but my captors tellme that Ahmed is alive and well, and he is being well treated. As formyself, I am being well fed and treated humanely. This is a pleasantsurprise since they know that I am a spy. I think they will want to swapme for one or more of our prisoners at a later date. Time will tell.”Do I have to lie about Ahmed?” Trevor asked. “It isn’t fair to give hisfamily false hope. He has little c***dren.””It can’t be helped. Ahmed was a soldier in the fight for Islam. Somedayhis c***dren will learn of his martyrdom and be proud. Now read andmemorize the message and be sincere. I want you to convince me that youare telling the truth. Remember, I can make your life misery or paradise.It’s up to you.”Trevor read the message several times. He pretended to take a long time tocommit the message to his memory. He was stalling for time, and still noplan came to him. Finally, as he recited the first word, he conceived aplan.For no reason at all, he got a picture in his mind of Humphrey Bogartplaying Captain Queeg in The Caine Mutiny. When he testified at the courtmartial, Queeg betrayed his insanity bahis şirketleri by rubbing steel balls in his hand.Trevor had no steel balls, but he decided that he would hold his handsperfectly still in his lap when he was telling the truth. When he wastelling a lie he would begin to rub his fingers together in a slow motion,but when he was telling a whopper, he would rub his fingers in a moreagitated manner. If he did this at every taping, he prayed the expertswould pick up on it. He could only pray that Martin would be too busy withthe camera to notice.Martin had substituted his rifle for the camera. “When you look in thecamera,” he instructed Trevor, “pretend it’s my rifle and behave yourself.Smile occasionally. If you cooperate, I have a special treat for you fordinner. If you try to fuck it up, you can watch me eating your treat, andyou’ll get nothing to eat, not even water.” Trevor had to take the risk.He recited the message rather convincingly and rubbed the fingers of hisright hand together at the appropriate time. He also smiled occasionally,but only when he was lying. He hoped that would be an additional clue tothe experts to indicate that he was being forced to recite this bag oflies.Martin seemed pleased at the result. “See how easy that was?” he asked.”So what’s my treat?” Trevor asked. He knew what he wanted but it wasn’tgoing to happen.”I’ve got a cooler in the Jeep and it’s full of fresh melons. We’ll havesome with dinner.”Dinner consisted of a piece of cheese, a smaller piece of bread, and asliver of melon. After dinner Martin said, “I’m sure you have noticed thatwe have no electricity. We have about an hour of daylight left. Do youplay gin rummy?””I haven’t played in years. Perhaps you could refresh my memory.””I used to play with my father,” Martin said wistfully. “He taught me.”He produced a deck of cards from out of his trousers. Trevor wondered howmany other little treasures were in the pockets of the trousers lyingneglected on the floor. The keys to the Jeep, he hoped.They sat facing each other on the floor. Their legs were folded underthem, producing a gap in the fly of both their boxers. Trevor could seeMartin’s dark pubic hair again, and he was sure that Martin could see hisblond pubes. They played until it grew too dark to see. Martin put thecards away and started to tie up Trevor.”Please,” Trevor said, “don’t do this. Where could I go if I wanted toescape? I have no idea where I am.” He was very shocked when Martinrelented and threw the ropes on top of his discarded clothing.”I’m a very light sleeper,” Martin warned.Trevor had hoped that Martin would put the two sleeping bags closetogether, but alas, he put his bag clear across the other side of the room.Fortunately, it was clear across from the knapsacks and clothing also. Ithad cooled down considerably once the sun set, and both men crept insidetheir sleeping bags.Trevor willed himself to stay awake. He was rewarded when he heard Martinsnoring slightly. Quietly, stealthily, he stood up and went over toMartin’s trousers. He reached into the right hand pocket because he notedthat Martin was right handed. There were the keys he so desperatelysought. Clad only in his boxers he crept out of the cabin and sat downbehind the wheel of the Jeep. He put the key in the ignition and got onlya cranking, groaning sound. He tried again and again, but the Jeep wouldnot start.”Are you having trouble?” he heard Martin ask.Martin was standing outside the Jeep holding out his hand. Trevor removedthe key, got out of the Jeep and handed the keys to Martin.”I removed the wires to the ignition,” Martin said in a very matter of factway. He was grinning broadly, almost laughing. “I knew you would trysomething like that. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. Justdon’t try it again. Now let’s get some sleep. I want to tape anothermessage tomorrow.”Trevor was dejected, but he followed Martin meekly into the cabin. He laydown once again and crept into his sleeping bag. He was shocked whenMartin brought his bag right up to his, and laid it down so that they wereactually touching. “I see I have to keep a sharper eye on you,” Martinsaid. He crept into his bag and mumbled something that sounded to Trevorlike g’ni.In the middle of the night Trevor awoke. Martin güvenilir bahis was breathing into his earand it had disturbed him. The room had been pitch black when they retired,but now moonlight streamed through a dirty window. Trevor glanced atMartin. He had come out of his sleeping bag and was lying on top of it.He was on his side, and was sort of hunkering up to Trevor. Martin’s legwas covering his cock, and Trevor could not get a glimpse of it. Suddenly,as if in answer to a prayer, Martin rolled over and onto his back. Hisvery hard cock was pointing straight to the ceiling through the fly of hisboxers. Trevor gasped. Martin’s cock was very fat and at least eightinches. He wondered if it got bigger in the heat of passion. Trevorlonged to take that cock into his mouth, or sit on it and take it into hisass, but he didn’t dare.He got out of the sleeping bag, and lay down on top also. He sidled asclose to Martin as he could, and he let the back of his palm touch Martin’sleg. He was afraid to go further, so he lay like that for a long timeunable to breathe. Finally, Martin rolled over in the other direction, andthey were no longer touching. Trevor finally fell asleep.In the morning, they relieved themselves behind the rock. Martin dug alittle hole which served as their commode. When they were done, he coveredtheir dung. We’ll wash later in the stream,” he said. “If you don’tcooperate, you can walk around all day with a shitty ass.”Trevor desperately wanted to bathe naked with Martin, and he did indeedbehave himself. He taped the next message as convincingly as he could, buthe smiled at the biggest lies, and rubbed his fingers together along withhis smiles. If Martin was suspicious, he didn’t show it.When the taping was done, Martin led them to the stream, but he didn’tstop. He walked a bit farther upstream. “It’s deeper here,” he explained.”We’ll be able to get in almost neck high.” They dropped their boxers andMartin laid two towels on top of them. He had a bar of soap in his hand,but it was laundry detergent. Neither of them cared.They soaped themselves alternately and then Martin handed Trevor the soapand said, “Do my back, please.” Trevor was shocked, but very excited. Hetook the soap and started soaping Martin’s neck. Little by little he wentfarther down Martin’s back.”I haven’t felt this clean in weeks,” Martin said. “Aaaah.”Trevor was nearly in a trance. He soaped farther and farther down Martin’sback. He didn’t even realize it when he started to soap Martin’s buttocks.Martin made no move to stop him. Trevor began to rub the soap up and downMartin’s crack, and without thinking, he inserted a finger in Martin’s mostprivate part. Martin sighed and pushed himself farther back againstTrevor, forcing Trevor’s finger further up his ass.Suddenly Martin pulled away, turned around and faced Trevor. His eyes wereblazing with anger and he slapped Trevor hard across his face. “Faggot,”he yelled. “You won’t drag me to hell with you.”The two men glared at each other, Martin with hate, and Trevor withdisappointment. Neither said anything. They left the water and began todry themselves. Trevor was frightened. He was certain that he hadoverstepped his bounds, and that Martin would see to some severepunishment.They started back to the cabin. When they entered it, Martin closed thedoor, grabbed hold of Trevor and began to kiss him with an open mouth.Martin put his lips up against Trevor’s ear. Be very quiet,” he said. “Weare being observed, and the cabin is most likely bugged.”The cabin remained eerily quiet after that. Trevor was afraid to sayanything. He knew that the cabin was probably bugged for sound, but aftercareful scrutiny, he was sure there were no hidden cameras staring at them.Martin would not have kissed him if there were.They made small talk when they ate, and also when they played gin rummy.Otherwise they spoke hardly at all. Finally it grew too dark to seeanything, and they got ready to retire. Martin put both sleeping bagsclose together, and he lay down on top of his. Trevor heard a slightrustle and figured out that Martin had removed his boxers. He did the sameand lay down on top of his bag with his stiff cock throbbing inexpectation.”Don’t pull the same crap you pulled last night,” Martin warned bahis siteleri out loud,and then in an instant he was on top of Trevor, kissing him passionately.Martin whispered in Trevor’s ear, “I will do everything I can to keep yousafe, and get you back to your people as quickly as possible, but you mustnever speak of this. If my comrade’s found out about this, we’d both bedead as quick as you could say Martin Spenser.” He slid down Trevor’s bodyand took Trevor’s hard cock into his mouth. Trevor put his fist in hismouth in anticipation of what was coming. He came quickly, too quickly forboth their wishes. Trevor had to bite hard into his fist to keep fromemitting any noises. Martin swallowed all that Trevor had to offer.When Trevor recovered a bit, he returned the favor. Martin had to bite hisfist also. Afterward they held each other tightly, and just before theyseparated for the night, Martin whispered again. “Tomorrow, in the stream,I think it will be safe to fuck each other in the deep water.”In the water the next day, they pretended to be splashing each other andromping around. They somehow managed to enter each other’s asses, but theydid not dare start to fuck for fear of discovery. They were able to playlike this for the next few days, but at night they went down on each otherand came to a mind blowing conclusion. They were frustrated about notbeing able to cum in their asses, but they had no choice for fear of beingdiscovered.Every day Trevor taped a message to the outside world, penned by Martin.Martin did not seem to notice the phony smiles and the fluttery fingers,and Trevor allowed himself to believe he was getting away with it. Hisonly fear was that when the tapes were sent out, the experts would not pickup on his shenanigans.One morning, Martin was extremely cold to Trevor. “This is the day thecourier is coming. I don’t know what time he’ll get here, so you will haveto forgive me for this.” He found the ropes he had previously discardedand tied Trevor’s hands behind his back. He had Trevor sit on the floorand he tied his ankles together. Trevor said nothing. He just staredforlornly at his captor.He was shocked when Martin took out a piece of duct tape. Before Martincould tape his mouth, Trevor said, “I have heard that prisoners very oftenfall in love with their captors.” He stared hard at Martin. “I’m noexception.” Martin looked like he was about to cry, and he slapped a pieceof tape across Trevor’s mouth.The courier did not arrive until mid afternoon. Trevor was bound the wholetime. Martin did not even feed him the entire day. Very few words wereexchanged between the courier and Martin. The courier took the camera andgave Martin a new one. It was very inferior to the one stolen from Ahmed.He also brought in a few bags of provisions and exchanged a new cooler forthe old one. On his way out, he kicked Trevor in the ribs and spat out oneword. “Pig!” Martin winced.Martin wanted to make sure that the courier would not return unexpectedly.He waited almost two hours, until the sun began to set, before he untiedTrevor. As he did, he kept hugging him without saying a word. Both menwere crying. When it grew dark and they got ready to retire, they heldeach other tightly and cried bitterly. They did not make love that night.They just held on to each other as if they were clinging to each other fordear life. They slept that way all night.They were awakened before dawn by the sound of several vehicles approachingthe cabin. Martin put on his boxers, grabbed his rifle and ran to thewindow. Trevor put on his boxers also, and watched Martin intently,fearing for his life.”Thank God,” he heard Martin say.The cabin door opened and several US Army personnel entered. It was stilldark, but one of them shone a flashlight into the room. Another lit a gaslamp and illuminated the room. The sergeant with the flashlight, turned itoff, stood straight, and saluted. He smiled broadly and said, “LieutenantSpenser, sir. It’s good to see you again.” Then Martin and the sergeantshook hands. Trevor was struck dumb.”You don’t know how glad I am to see you, Jim. How did it go?””According to script, sir. We killed twelve of their top honchos, and afew paeans to boot.””Great! Now get us out of here. We need a decent bath, a decent bed, andtransportation back to the States ASAP.” Martin threw Trevor’s clothes athim. “Get dressed, Trev. We’re out of here.””What the fuck is going on?””I’ll explain everything later. You’re going to get a good news story forCNN; I promise you.”To be continued…