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Comfort Zone
By Les Lea

Part 6

I was slowly wanking my cock when the Captain entered naked through the dividing doors and looked at me laid out on the crummy little bed. I stopped in mid-stroke and he just smiled and came over and sat by my side. His hand went to my cock and he casually started fondling it and toying with the slick winking piss slit. "I know you've got hundreds of questions," he started thoughtfully, "and I'll try to tell you what's going to happen." I was suddenly all ears and just wanted to hear those words that confirmed what I needed to hear… that I was going with him… where ever that was.
"We are going overseas."
"Cool" I thought… he'd said We.
He continued as my head buzzed with the excitement that we were going together.
"I have some business to see to, which will lead to new opportunities for you… that I think could be very fulfilling." 
"Great" I thought "I'm going to be involved in his business as well… what could be better?" 
He continued speaking but I was so excited and grateful to him that I bounced up and threw my arms around him. I silenced him with a deep, long and adoring kiss… and he responded to my display of affection immediately. For the next couple of hours the only sounds that escaped our lips were moans and groans and (on my part at least) squeals as Ripley's intense probing passion found new depths. In the final throws of our sexual excesses he'd pulled the bolster under my hips and whilst deeply embedded in me had blasted my arse full of his never ending reservoir of spunk. I was literally, painfully happy… and full of cum. Despite the fact that he had now said we were to be together nothing changed and the next couple of days followed much the same pattern as before. Early morning PE and drill, swimming, assault course or hiking in the hills. Now that some kind of timetable had been set the rest of the guys seemed keen to enjoy my company as much as
 they could. Each man had, at some time or other, fucked me as a sort of 'something to remember them by'. I wasn't sure that I should have been doing this… seeing as now I was with Ripley and we were going away together but protesting was pointless as cock after cock found their way between my surprisingly welcoming buns. I remembered what His Lordship had said "Look after your comrades and they'll look after you" or something to that effect, so anyway that's what I did… cheerfully being there for the men. 

The unmistakable 'clopping' sounds could be heard quite a distance away as the noise echoed between the hills and along the valleys. Soon the dark green shape of the Chinook helicopter flittered overhead and made its way to the castle. We were already returning from our day-long hike so we hurried ourselves along the track and back through the huge wooden gates.
We were met by His Lordship who said to Ripley, "Captain… it's time… you have only 5 minutes to get changed… everything else is ready."
"Come on Deacon" Ripley said gripping my arm, "that new life I promised you is about to happen."
We raced up to our rooms to change out of our 'scouting' gear but this time, laid out on the table by the door was another camouflage kit. Ripley put his head round the door as he was almost dressed in his. "Come on… hurry up… you should be used to this by now." I was confused but, what the hell; it seemed that dressing up was all part of the fun for this crowd. The faded yellows, fawns, browns and khakis hung loosely on me but Ripley looked stunning in his tight fatigue pants. I even had a matching helmet which came as a bit of a surprise. We rushed out and climbed aboard the helicopter and I was sad that there was no-one else around to wave us off, perhaps that's because we'd be coming back soon… and I quite liked that idea as well.
Ripley pulled the sliding door too behind us and in a matter of seconds we were belted in and on our way. I asked him where we were going but he just smiled enigmatically and said "Top Secret".
I couldn't see much out of the window and Ripley was busy reading from a folder, which I assumed must be about his 'business' that he had to sort out. As darkness fell the helicopter touched down and we arrived at our destination. As I climbed out I was amazed to see that we'd arrived at a military airstrip and hundreds of troops were marching too and from several aircraft standing around the runway. It seemed that there was a huge troop movement going on and we were caught up in the middle of it. However, I noticed that both Ripley and I were wearing the same type of fatigues that the rest of the soldiers were… I was shocked to think that we might be going in to battle. "Follow me," ordered Ripley and we wandered over to where a large military transport plane was being filled with cargo. "This is ours," he said checking some notes from his folder. With all the activity, noise and general bustle going on I suppose it was quite exciting.
 I was told to wait for further orders and not to talk to anyone as Ripley went off to speak to the loading sergeant stood near the tail doors of this immense green beast. A few minutes later and we were allowed to board the plane through the cargo doors. A couple of minutes after that and we watched them slowly close and heard the four big turbine engines start up. We were alone in the back and found our way to a couple of narrow 'jockey' seats which we belted ourselves into. "Where are we going," I asked anxiously.
"Don't worry… we're only delivering." He said reassuringly
As the plane taxied and took off my head was full of apprehension and worry. The phone call I'd made from the castle back home I'd told my parents that I was still in Newquay. Ripley had suggested that mum and dad might be a bit worried if they knew I was spending time with one of my teachers… and I could see his point. So I'd continued with the charade that I was with a bunch of new mates in Cornwall and that we were planning on going off to Europe eventually. I'd even told them that I liked the idea of being part of a crew on a yacht and laughingly said just before I put the phone down "Who knows where I might end up?"
And here I was on my way to god knows where sat among boxes full of weaponry.
Ripley broke out some rations and explained that it was going to be quite a long flight and after eating that I should get some sleep. I tossed and turned as he dozed but I couldn't drop off eventually taking a little walk around the plane. I checked all the boxes; 1000s of rounds of high velocity shells, food rations, a couple of Landover's, two small armed personnel carriers and box after box of medical equipment. At the head of the plane was a small doorway that I supposed led to the cockpit and the pilots and I was just about to open it and have a chat to whoever was there when Ripley came up behind me.
"Can't sleep eh?"
"No Sir." I replied automatically.
"I think we should try something else to relax us then" and he guided me back to the rear of the plane. 
Tied up in cargo netting, draped over a box of mortar shells and my fatigues around my ankles, I joined that celebrated organisation… the Mile High Club… in fact I joined it over and over and over again. 

We landed on a dusty runway somewhere very hot. Again the airstrip was covered in military planes and tons of military personnel were busying themselves with loading and unloading. Trucks, armour and soldiers were everywhere as Ripley and I lost ourselves in the hubbub and made our way to a small building at the perimeter of the airstrip. There we boarded a personnel carrier that set off into the desert. We were both sweltering in the back and the constant bouncing about as we avoided or hit potholes in the road didn't help. Eventually we pulled up in front of a wooden pre-fab building with the words C-FORCE stencilled above it. We hurried inside to try and escape the blazing heat but it was little better once through the doors… even the electric fans had trouble keeping the temperature down. Ripley had become more and more military throughout the journey and now as he spoke to the desk sergeant I could see that he was a man to be respected. The
 sergeant saluted and immediately called his superior on the phone.
"Captain Ripley to see you sir." He paused to hear what instruction was given in response to this news. "The Colonel will see you now sir." And we were escorted to a door with the name Colonel A. P. Patterson-Ffitch neatly engraved on a plastic sign.
Ripley… sorry… Captain Ripley stood to attention and saluted and I followed behind and also stood to attention. The Colonel rose from his chair with his hand outstretched. "Good to see you again Ripley… we always look forward to your visits." The Colonel fair beamed his pleasure at seeing him.
"Thank you sir… it's always a pleasure to be of service to the men at the front."
"How's that old bugger His Lordship getting on." He jovially enquired.
"Never been better sir. He seems to be enjoying this project as much as always."
Then looking over the Captain's shoulder at me the Colonel said, "And this I presume is your latest recruit?"
"Yes sir. We are very proud of Deacon sir... I'm sure he will be an asset to the company sir." He enthused again.
I was feeling very pleased with myself with all these words of encouragement and despite the stifling heat I couldn't wait to get started with whatever it was that we were going to be doing. I was keen to get my new life underway.
"Well then," the Colonel said to Ripley, "you will join me at the Officers Club later won't you?"
"Of course sir… it would be a pleasure." With that he saluted and left me alone with the Colonel
"Right Deacon, let's get you started," he moved in closer to get a better look and I could smell just a touch of whiskey on his breath. "Yes… you should do very well."
He moved to the phone on his desk, "Sergeant… get Williams… we need transport to Section 6." He put the phone down. "Well Deacon it won't be long now… from what Captain Ripley says you are very eager to start your new job."
"Yes Sir… although… Sir… I'm not sure what that actually entails."
The Colonel raised his eyebrows a little. "Well Deacon…" but he was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come." The door opened and in walked a soldier in full desert camouflage kit, flak jacket, helmet, gun… the lot, he saluted the Colonel. 
"Ah… Williams… take Deacon here to Section 6 and have him report to Captain Sanderson."
"Sir," Williams saluted and about turned to leave.
"Er… Sir," I queried, "Where's Mr… sorry Captain Ripley… I need to speak with him… Sir."
"No time for that now Deacon," he said dismissively, "We need to get you up and running… there are a lot of people who will be relying on you. Now follow Williams and the man you need to report to is Captain Sanderson… he'll be in charge of your duties."
'People who'll be relying on me.' I thought, but what the hell are my 'duties' supposed to be? Nothing had been explained. I expected to catch up with Ripley later on but at the moment it appeared I was needed elsewhere, everyone seemed to have confidence in me and that I would be capable of whatever it was I was supposed to do. I wasn't military but I still saluted as I said "Yes Sir" and turned to follow Williams.

The trip to Section 6 was hot and unpleasant. Williams hardly said a word to me, in fact, if anything he appeared to be quite hostile. Any attempt at starting a conversation was greeted with one word answers or grunts so I gave up in the end as I was driven through what appeared to be a never ending desert. We passed quite a few burnt out trucks and tanks so it was clear that this was some kind of battle zone but I didn't know which country I was in never mind anything else. The dust and the heat were oppressive and I sweated uneasily and with a great deal of apprehension as we drove on and on. Cresting a huge sand dune I could see before me hundreds of tents and equipment lined up across the desert. As we drove into camp I could see soldiers everywhere, cleaning guns, some doing drill while other knocked balls around as they played footie or volleyball. We drove past a tented hospital that seemed to be quite busy and a wire-surrounded compound, which
 contained a few men looking very dejected. We drove to a little sort of sandy square where a Union flag hung lifeless from a huge flag pole. Some kind of perimeter had been formed with rocks and stones and the tents here appeared to be of better quality than those I'd seen on my way in. We pulled up next to a tent that had the letters M.D. stencilled on the door flap. Williams got out and led me inside. "Captain Sanderson sir… Deacon Sir," he introduced me to the man sat behind a huge desk. 
"Deacon… ah yes… Deacon." I think he licked his lips as he said that. "OK Williams dismiss." And with a swift salute he was gone.

I stood at attention… I'm not sure why as I wasn't military and didn't really need to but I suppose Ripley and the other guys had taught me well and I just responded as they would have done. Captain Sanderson continued to read from a piece of paper.
"Pleased to meet you Sir," I said as I offered my hand to shake. He continued to read and I felt foolish holding my hand out so I returned to my attentive stance. Looking around the room I could see medical charts and notices. On his desk were models of body parts and a stethoscope as well as other examination paraphernalia. After a few minutes he put down his notes and looked at me. "OK Deacon… I'm told you are keen to start your duties."
"Yes Sir but…"
"Silence," he barked, "I didn't give you permission to speak." 
I was shocked at the tone in his voice. "Excuse me… Sir…" I said that last word in a mocking style, "but I'm not one of your soldier boys you can order about. Where's Captain Ripley… he'll explain everything to you."
He looked angrily at me. "We don't have a Captain Ripley here… and just who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" He rose from behind his desk and I noticed for the first time that he was quite a broad man. Not particularly fat but the first man I'd seen for quite some time carrying even a little excess weight. He stepped in front of me and though he was a good 4 or 5 inches taller than me we stared into each others eyes. He thought for a moment and then added, "Do you know why you are here?" 
I detected a slight lessening of anger so felt able to respond "No Sir. Mr… sorry Captain Ripley has brought me here to help out. We're starting a new life together but he thinks it would be good for me to…" 
Captain Sanderson held up his hand to silence me and began to shake his head. 
"No… no… no. Is that what this Ripley person said to you?"
"Yes," I could feel my throat drying up and my body started trembling. I had a sudden feeling something had gone wrong. "We… we… erm…"
"OK Deacon… strip," I looked a bit shocked and he changed tack, "I'm the company doctor and it's my job to make sure that all the men are well cared for and healthy. You are new in the camp so I need to examine you to make sure you are not bringing any unwanted diseases in with you. So, strip."
I was sweating very nervously and not just from the heat… but slowly began to undress.
"Come on… come on... I haven't got all day." 
I shrugged off my pants and folded them to make a tidy pile on the floor of all my clothes and stood before him naked. He peered in my mouth, looked in my ears, tapped at my joints, took some blood samples "You're out in the desert Deacon… you don't know what nasty things are floating around" he smiled as he gave me a couple of painful injections. "Orderly" he shouted and a young man came in "Get rid of these" he said pointing to my clothes. He swept past me as if I wasn't there and in a fluid movement picked up my desert fatigues and disappeared with them. When he'd gone the Captain inspected my flaccid cock. "That seems OK… no sign of any discharge… have you had any recent discharge?" He carried on inspecting my hardening knob as he squeezed and slowly wanked it.
"No Sir…" I said somewhat embarrassed and went to pull away. He grabbed me by the balls and pulled me back in closer to him and squeezed them tightly. I yelped in pain and tears sprang into my eyes. "Have you ever suffered from any urinary or sexual disease," I felt like I was being interrogated but the pressure on my balls made me comply with his questions. 
"No Sir," I said quietly through clenched teeth trying to keep the pain from growing. 
"What's that?" he demanded.
"No Sir." I said louder and he released my balls.
He walked behind me and told me to bend over his desk, "Do you suffer from anal warts or have you had any anal discharges?" he said as he poked at my hole.
I felt humiliated and still unsure of what the hell was going on. I desperately wanted Ripley to come and explain things to this probing doctor. He picked up a shiny metal, scary looking piece of apparatus from a container on his desk and coated it with some kind of gel. He then applied some more to my bum hole. I braced myself against the desk as I felt the cold metal enter my anus. He left it there for a few seconds whilst he inspected my anal channel "Good... good… mmm … good." He was saying to no-one in particular. He withdrew the object and I heard a bit of flapping about behind me and a couple of seconds later I felt something else pressing against my greasy hole. He pushed forward and the doctor's cock slipped up easily into my guts. I let out a grunt as I was annoyed but in no position to do a great deal about it as he pumped away. Less than two minutes later he came with a deep thrust and a grunt of satisfaction. "Yep you should
 do," he said as he pulled out and went around to the other side of the desk where he wiped his messy cock on a towel.
I was very annoyed at what had happened. "Captain Ripley will be fucking angry at what you've just done." I shouted at him. "I'm not here to be…"
Again he silenced me with a wave of his hand. "Deacon… that is just what you are here for." He let the words sink in. "There is no Ripley… you are here to do a job of work and that is… to look after the sexual needs of the troops."
My head was spinning. What had he just said? No Ripley? I didn't understand… what job of work? I stood naked, shaking in fury and humiliation and trying to comprehend what this doctor was now telling me. "No… no… NO" I shouted.
He paused before continuing then said very matter of factly, "You are here… as a whore." Again he paused for the effect of his words to sink in. "Your job is to offer you mouth and your arse to every soldier who wants it… and I can promise you… there are loads of lads out there," he pointed to nowhere in particular but I assumed he was referring to outside, "who are bursting in their pants for a shag. They aren't too bothered what or whose hole they shove it in as long as they get their… er... 'rocks off'… I think is what they say."
I was stunned. My mind was trying to cope with just what had happened to me over the past few days. Hell, just a couple of weeks ago I was at my last day at school and now I was in the middle of a desert as some kind of… prostitute. So that's what the castle… FUCK… what an idiot I'd been. I could vaguely hear the doctor explaining the situation as I tried to work out how I would escape this place. "I'm putting you to work right away… there are some men that I think are in need of a morale boosting fuck." He threw me a khaki coloured jock strap, "Put that on… it's your new uniform from now on." He then pressed a buzzer on his desk. "Go on put it on… that's an order." I stood naked, confused and right at that moment I was rigid with anger and didn't even attempt to put it on. "Deacon put it on. You will learn to obey my orders instantly. As you so rightly say… you are not a member of Her Majesties Army… so I can
 mete out any punishment I like to keep you in line. Don't think for a moment I would fail in my duty to make you do as you are told." At that moment two burly MPs arrived in the doorway. "I won't tell you again… put it on." I reluctantly pulled the thing up my legs and around my waist. 
I desperately wanted to say something to him but didn't know what. I wanted him to know that this just can't happen to anybody there would be uproar when the tabloids found out. "I'll tell the papers." I spat at him.
"Really," he said calmly, "when are you going to do that?"
He had me there… then I had another line of argument. "I'll be missed by my family… they'll want to know where I am. They'll go to the police when I don't get in touch with them" I felt a bit triumphant… of course the police.
"Well… the only police around here are them…" he pointed to the two men stood behind me, "but I wouldn't worry. I'm sure the regular e-mails you are sending are keeping your family up to date on where and what you're doing."
"But I'm not sending e-mails and I won't." I said emphatically. 
"You see Deacon… that's where you are wrong. Your family has and will continue to receive e-mails as you tour around Europe. We have sent them two already. One from Newquay complaining about how you've lost your mobile and the second sending greetings from Paris as you set off on your adventure. They will be getting more telling them how much you are enjoying the sun in Monaco, Rome, and Athens… oh any number of places. You are touring… but good son that you are… you are finding time to stay in touch.
I was crushed. The bastards had this planned out for ages. Fuck, when did I fall into the trap?
"Let me explain one final thing Deacon so you are under absolutely no misapprehension." He had my full albeit reluctant attention now. "I am in complete control of you. What I say goes… unquestioningly. I want my troops and their morale to be kept high. You are that morale booster. You are going to give every bit of enthusiasm your body can muster for the benefit of those lads who are fighting and sacrificing their lives for a bloody ungrateful country. Back in England you would be just another directionless slacker contributing fuck all to anybody… now at least you have a purpose. To me you are the lowest of the low and worthless… my boys deserve to be treated with value and honour. You are going to show them that in the only way you know how." I suddenly felt hopeless and terrified. "You will be considerate and respectful to everyone. You will comply totally with any and all requests… and you will do so immediately. Have I made myself
 clear?" 
I nodded.
"I said have I made myself clear?" He shouted
"Yes Sir." I shouted back.
He called to the two MPs who had stood impassively throughout all of that. 
"Take him to the Comfort Zone and get him installed."




      

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