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Comfort Zone
By Les Lea

Part 7

They put me in the back of a jeep and drove me to The Comfort Zone. I sat in the back, the sun blazing down and burning my naked body. The only protection I had on was the jock that Captain Sanderson had told me to wear and I was nervous about what lay ahead. My unprotected and pale body being driven through the camp had created some interest and I heard things being called out by groups of soldiers who had stopped what they were doing as we passed by. We arrived at a bunch of tents set slightly away from the main area of activity but there seemed to be no-one else around. The two MPs escorted me into the first big tent, which had a sort of covered entrance area where an array of net screens made a corridor into the main section. My heart sank. There in the middle was a bed just like the one at the castle. The same single, rickety-metal type… except that the mattress, sheets, bolster and cushions were all in dark green. Along one side of the tent was a
 structure that held a leather sling, there was a vaulting horse, a medieval looking stocks and a wooden cross in the shape of an X that had metal hoops fixed to each end. Despite the immense heat I shivered and looked at the two smart men who had become my escort. They did look fantastic in their Military Police uniforms, very smart and they fitted them so well, tight and revealing showing off their muscular torsos to perfection. When we arrived at the tent there was no-one else around but now I could hear excited voices outside and wondered what was going on. 
The two MPs looked at each other and smiled. "Party time."
"What do you mean?" I asked uneasily and dreading that I already knew the answer.
"It's been a couple of weeks since the last camp whore… so the boys are a bit restless." He listened to the growing hubbub outside, "I think that cunt of yours is going to be very busy."
"But I'm a guy… I'm not…." It was useless they weren't interested.
"To them… you're just a hole to fill. A cunt. A fanny. That's all you are." He spat the words into my face. "So fucking get used to it cunt and get your arse over on that bed."
I stood mesmerised at what was happening to me but a swift hit from one of their wooded truncheons brought me back to the real world. "Now get over that fucking bed." He hissed. I tentatively moved myself onto it. "On your belly… and put that fucking bolster under your hips."
I did as I was told and my jock-strapped arse was left invitingly high in the air.
"Do you want to fuck the little cunt first Tom… it is your turn." The slightly taller of the two said to the other.
"I'd like to but old Psycho said we were to get him started straight away... we can have him anytime. You go and organise the men outside and I'll get him ready for his first customer."
I watched as he pulled a bin full of lube and condoms over to the entrance area. Meanwhile, I could hear the MP outside controlling the men and giving them instruction and numbers. Tom came over to me and I was crying to myself. "That's not going to fucking help. If Psycho… er… Captain Sanderson gets to hear about it he'll have your fucking hide… he's not a man to cross… for any reason." He added ominously.
At that moment the first soldier appeared at the entrance and took his condom and lube. "Ah Bridgy… should have known you'd be first in line." Tom said amiably to the soldier, who was already unfastening his trousers. "The Comfort Zone is now open… your whore awaits."
Bridgy had hardly lubed my hole before he was in thrusting away like a man possessed. I let out a painful yelp as he forced his way in deep but once he was in I just gritted my teeth and hoped he'd cum soon. It took about four minutes before he whooped and hollered as he gushed his pent up fluids into me. He withdrew his slimy cock, pulled off the condom and threw it in a nearby bin; he'd obviously been through this routine before. I lay still breathing hard and full of anger and pain… it soon got more painful. As I lay recovering from this first onslaught Tom came up and delivered two stinging slaps to my bare arse. I screamed out in pain.
"Ah you're not dead then?" he said sarcastically. I looked at him hurt and not a little bit afraid of this big man. "Look cunt… these lads are thousands of miles from home and there wives or girlfriends. When they fuck you they want to hear some encouragement. Tell them they're the fucking best, they're sooo big, moan in pleasure, groan with delight… you don't just fucking lie there like the Queen of Sheba. Got it?" But before I could answer he snarled "You'd better get it…good." Then turning away shouted "Next" and in trotted a lad who was about my age. He nervously tried to put on the condom and failed. I looked at Tom who was looking none too pleased with me… so I reached over and helped the lad put it on properly. I saw Tom nod in my direction and I sprawled out again making myself available for the young soldiers cock. He attempted a few stabs before he got it anywhere near my hole and I wiggled my arse around to
 help him find the way in. Soon he slipped in and the groan of pleasure also meant he had come at the same time. The lad looked ashamed and sheepish but I turned to him and told him not to worry and that I couldn't wait for the next time his big cock would be fucking me. He dropped his used condom in the bin and walked away looking less depressed. I heard a Tom murmur "That's fucking better… Next."

So, that was my first day in the Comfort Zone. I serviced 33 soldiers who fucked me and three lads who wanted to fuck my mouth. Once the last one had gone the two MPs returned. Tom looked at my dripping hole and told me I had done well and that the report back to Psycho would be a good one. He introduced his partner Kalid and it was only then that I noticed he was slightly darker than Tom. They both undid their pants and had me suck each of them off. Tom's cock was thin and long, whereas Kalid's was thick, dark and long. After all the others I had trouble getting started with these two but they let me take my time and get used to what they liked without losing their tempers. I still called them "Sir" in fact I got into the habit of calling everyone  "Sir" even the rookie soldiers… it saved time and worry on my part. Kalid and Tom weren't the only two MPs; there were eight of them in total, operating in teams of two. Dave and Robbo, Simmy
 and Donut, Paul and Gash were the others who took turns in guarding me and stopping a riot taking place whenever I was 'on duty'.  In other words they were responsible for me and the success and smooth running of the Comfort Zone. They were also the ones I had to please if I didn't want a bad report going to the Captain… and they spent quite a bit of time making sure I knew how to please them.

With Kalid and Tom it was always Tom who was the chattiest, while Kalid only muttered obscenities at me… even when his thick cock was pummelling my hole… it was Tom who warned me about Sanderson. All the MPs had been on the wrong end of this man's manic temper and superior sneering (he was known by the MPs as Psycho or Doctor Death) but he seemed to have the undying support of the Top Brass who backed him completely… no matter what he did. 
On my third day, and after I'd been fucked by over 30 guys, I could hardly move off my bed. I'd been told to report to the Captain an hour earlier but the soldiers just kept on coming… and cumming. He arrived at the 'Zone' to see me just lying there on the bed and he thought I was slacking or being insubordinate and despite the MPs informing him what had actually happened he wasn't interested. He charged in with his swagger stick and beat me hard across the back with it, all the time cursing and swearing at me… telling me what a worthless piece of shit I was. I was afraid and cringing, trying to get away from him but he just kept on shouting and hitting me with his stick. There was no escape even when I eventually managed to crawl into a corner but he had the MPs drag me out and tie me over the vaulting horse. Once I was secure he severely beat my arse and then had the men that were left waiting outside fuck me while I was humiliated and in
 tremendous agony. Even then I had to report to him later that afternoon, which I did in great trepidation. I stood before him in just my jockstrap which was soiled with my precum and spunk and he pointed at it in disgust. "You never appear before me in this despicable manner… you keep your uniform clean and presentable at all times. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir" I barked back dreading that I would do something else wrong and I'd get another beating.
"On your knees," I fell on them immediately, "Open your mouth." I knew what was coming as he fished his cock out of his pants. "You will not, I repeat not, spill a drop." Thank god Hellman had prepared me for this as he let loose a stream of nasty tasting piss right to the back of my throat. I swallowed; fuck what had he been drinking? It was terrible but I managed not to throw up and as the last few drops dripped from the end of his cock he told me to make him hard. A stomach full of piss was bad enough but now he wanted me to suck him off. I thought about biting the fucking thing but knew I'd end up worse off if I even thought about it so I quickly went into sucking mode and made the man as stiff as I could. Soon he was fucking my face and his cock was battering my throat, he seemed to like a bit of discomfort to his fuck and he wasn't really bothered whether I was hurting or not. All the time he was abusing me, calling me names and
 telling me once again what a piece of crap I was. His cum gushed out and joined his piss floating around in my stomach. I looked up at him to see if he'd finished and I could stop sucking but he saw me looking and slapped my face hard. The swipe was vicious enough to knock me to the ground and I was seeing stars as well as feeling the pain in my cheek. "Let me tell you once and for all. You are nothing." He hissed. "You don't exist here, no-one knows… let alone cares that you are here. I am your God. You do what I command, when I command it. You eat what I say… you even shit when I say. I have total power over you… and you have no will of your own." I'd more or less come to that conclusion myself but still I was only a few days into my stay at the Comfort Zone and hoped that it would be just a passing sentence and that Ripley would be riding in and rescuing me at any moment. This last tirade put an end to those wild thoughts… "I
 can sell you or give you away at a whim. Just remember you belong utterly and completely to me. Got it? Good." I was still lying prostrate on the floor of his office, "Tidy yourself up… you look revolting. Dismiss." 

I shakily got up and left his office. The walk back to the 'Zone' I could feel my eyes filling up with both dread and despair. My face was streaked with tears and I was in absolute agony from the various fuckings of the day, the beating and now the brutal slap that I think loosened a tooth… what was I going to do? It seemed to me I had two options. Do exactly as I was told or kill myself. I didn't like that last option as it gave no room for things to improve. I couldn't be kept as a slave in this day and age, I thought to myself… but I'd just have to put up with it until I can come up with a better plan. 

It was Dave and Robbo on duty when I got back and they just looked at my tear streaked face and told me to clean myself up and get back to business. I truly was very dejected I just didn't know what to do as yet another young infantryman unloaded his frustrations up my arse. My mind reeled with the fucking injustice of it all as a further trooper filled my mouth with his slimy deposit and I became utterly distressed and inconsolable as I was trapped in the stocks and my arse used as therapy by a squad of soldiers who had just arrived back from a battle. They were wild and full of adrenalin, I suppose they were pleased to be alive as they bragged about their exploits and the horrors they'd just faced. They were alive… and I was dead… well dead as far as anyone else was concerned. What was Ripley up to now I wondered? Perhaps he was already looking for another sucker like me that he could mould and bend to his perverted will. Later, I fell asleep
 hating the injustice and cruelty of it all. 
I was woken from my depths of despair by Robbo roughly shaking me awake. "Here," he said offering me something I could hardly make out what in the darkness. "What is it… sir?" I said sleepily as I came round. "It's a nice… iced lolly," he whispered "You've looked pretty sad for a while now and I've been keeping this just for you." He said with a sort of strange enthusiasm. 
"Sir… isn't it a bit late," I queried "to start eating a lolly?"
"Ahh but this is special… from me to you… only for you…"
I was a bit at a loss as in general, when one of the MPs comes to me, I'm ordered to do something or get ready to receive something. I was touched and a little bit shocked by this unlikely kindness.
"Open your mouth and let me feed it to you," he murmured in my ear. I felt so taken aback I did as he asked and the coolness of the iced lolly touched my dried up lips. "Open up… feel the ice cool and refresh your throat… soothing and relaxing."
I opened up and he gently rolled it around my lips and the coldness was most welcome. He teased me with it for a few seconds before he pushed it in a little further and I was surprised just how big the lolly was. Also, now I was getting a taste of it I didn't like it much but it had a tang that I had plenty of experience of in recent days… it  was just a solid length of frozen sperm. I was about to complain but he pushed it a little more into my throat and he was whispering sort of demonic encouragement to "…suck it and suck it all."  Robbo was a big man and I didn't want to annoy him but I couldn't put up with his assault much longer and I tried to push him away.  "You ungrateful little cunt," he seethed "You fucking little piece of…" He was angry and incoherent as he spat his words out at me. Although I hadn't seen Robbo angry before I knew from experience that all our MPs were tough and a bit mental and I became scared of
 what he might do. He pulled the lolly from my mouth and jumped onto the bed and onto my bare back, which was the moment I realised that he was also naked as his hot sweaty thighs straddled my back and he sat on my head forcing it into the pillow. He then shoved the ice-cold cock-shaped object right up my arse. "If you're not gonna eat it," he raged, "we'd better find something else for it to do."  As I tried desperately to gasp for air he fucked me with this ice dildo. The coolness on my battered arse-lips was a strange feeling. To begin with one of slight relief but eventually it was just painful as the object was forced in and out whilst it melted down to nothing. God knows how long he'd been saving all that cum but of course he did have a regular supply from all the used condoms that were collected each day. I also had no idea how long he'd been planning this assault but for quite a while judging by the size of the thing that was
 being shoved up my slippery bum. My arse was full of defrosted cum and I was in real agony, even more so when Robbo decided that now I was flooded with the cum of hundreds of guys he should add his own contribution to my teeming bowel. He spanked, hit and fucked me like a man possessed and as there was no one else there to stop him he went at me like some crazed sex-fiend. Apart from my early experiences at the castle I just wasn't used to such suffering but oddly enough… thanks to those earlier encounters I could just about cope with his foul and corrupt demands. 

I've been here six weeks now. Well at least I think it's six weeks I couldn't say for certain. I've kept out of Psychos way as much as I could although I still have to service him from time to time. The MPs come and get what they want when they want it and I've learned to be extremely good to them as out of everyone that comes to fuck… they are the most perverse and demanding. On a couple of occasions, when I'm not busy in the Zone, Psycho has me shipped out to other sectors for their pleasure. On my second week I suddenly found myself dumped with a contingent of six Polish officers who were stationed a few miles away from us. Thy filled me full of vodka, which was the first alcohol I'd had since being sent to the Zone, then they took it in turns to fill me. They were a friendly, boisterous and noisy group who even in the middle of fucking played vodka drinking games that I was expected to join in. My drink tolerance is low at the best of
 times so I arrived back very drunk and sore. The following day I really didn't want to look at, never mind have sex, with the spunky young soldiers that were lining up outside my tent. I also need to tell you, just in case you think that all I do is 'Lie Back and Think of England' I don't. I still have to do early morning drill and exercises. I have to keep the Zone clean and shining, which is fucking difficult in the middle of a frigging desert, as an inspection can be called at any moment. I also never know when the last soldier is going to cum so I'm waiting all the time or when I'll be called for those 'special duties' the Captain is keen to send me on.. 

An unusual thing happened a couple of weeks ago. I was being fucked in the leather sling by Gash one of the MPs - he has a wild imagination and loves using the apparatus in the Zone - he told me that the guy before me had a similar accent to mine and asked where I came from. When I told him he said that's where the lad had said he was from and asked jovially if the town was full of queers. I shrugged and then he told me his name was Robertson and he described what he looked like to see if I knew him. It sounded like my old school captain who was also called Robertson. He was in  the year above me, a great sportsman and I suppose very good looking, as all the girls used to go barmy over him… and I began to wonder if Ripley had done the same to him. I asked Gash what had happened to Robertson and he just said that they had played volleyball against a team of locals (apparently there were some who were on our side… or at least claimed to be) and he
 never returned with the team. He added that the word was one of the Sheiks had taken a liking to him and he was delivered as a present… but that he had no proof to back the claim up. I suddenly realised I could indeed be got rid of on a whim… and no-one would know any better. Fuck… this was serious but what could I do? Later that evening I was sent to a group of Allied soldiers who were Greek. Not unlike the Polish men, they liked a laugh and a drink and I found myself being pressed into forcing down some awful aniseed concoction. That was followed by dancing and fucking and thankfully they enjoyed fucking each other as much as fucking me. For the first time ever in my life I ended up fucking a young hairy arsed Greek sergeant… I think that's what he was but as we were all naked… and drunk… I couldn't really tell you.

The following morning and through my splitting headache I remembered about Robertson and worried myself that Captain Sanderson could make me disappear… just like that. I hated the cunt and hoped something dramatic would happen. Perhaps a mis-directed shell could blow him to smithereens… it was a long shot but I preyed for it to happen all the time. Apparently Dave, one of the other MPs, said that there used to be four whores in camp (I'd gotten used to being called whore, cunt, scrubber, prozzy or anything else for that matter, so I didn't bat an eyelid when he said it) and that troops would come from all over for a spot of recreational sex with a bunch of queers. He did admit that the lad's who were the whores all seemed to be very good looking (he did add… like yourself) well developed but young and fairly naive. He wondered what made us want to do it as he slid his cock down my throat yet again, so I didn't get the chance to reply.

The idea to some that constant sex must be fantastic is stupid… especially if you've no say in who or what gets to fuck you. Most of the lads queuing up with their condom and lube are no older than me… seventeen or eighteen year-old baby soldiers shipped out to God knows where to fight for their country. Some of the older hands, who'd been out in the desert for months are happy and relieved when it was their turn to visit the Zone and it's like they are 'courting' me… bringing me little gifts. The big problem… the sand gets absolutely everywhere so my arsehole and throat are permanently enflamed. Some times I get an injection or some pills from the Captain, and for a while I don't feel anything… but that is rare. The Zone is busy and I just get on with my job and, strange as it may seem, I'm beginning to feel I'm doing my bit in keeping our troops morale up while they are a long way from home. Even when the lad is swearing and
 cursing me as he powers and forces his manhood hard into me, I know that tomorrow he might have to fight and perhaps die for his country, so what little pleasure I might have given him, well, I feel OK and not as resentful as I once was. 

I'm told that tomorrow there's a big push forward and that the camp will be almost empty… even so I'm sure that my arse wont get chance to relax. Indeed no. Simmy who has just had me tied to the cross and fucked by Donut tells me that I'm off to one of the local leaders palaces. The Sheik is having a meeting with some Top Brass Americans and he wants some western arse there just in case it's needed. These Arabs like to cover all there bases and feel it impolite not to have everything that could possibly be required on hand. It's a point of honour with them (well so Donut said) and Captain Sanderson is keen to help with these delicate International relationships. I suppose it gets me out of camp for a while and the Americans may well want a touch of Arabic and not accept the Western alternative… so it could be a day off for me. "Cool".






      

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