Colonel Benjamin Nagiva reread the memo from the office if the prime minister. He sighed in annoyance then pressed the intercom on his desk. Send the Lt. in he rasped. The door opened to admit the soldier who strode briskly up to the center of the room and snapped a sharp salute.

"Reporting as directed sir!" He barked.

Colonel Nagiva glanced up and took in the man in front of him. Even though he was just 24 Lt. Joshua Benata was the best Israeli commando in his unit. Standing at 5'11'' his hard tightly defined muscular body filled out his tailored uniform, ruggedly handsome with close cut brown hair and almond eyes Joshua had left gained a reputation as a heartbreaker in the local area. The LT. 's only flaw was his ego .He was good and he knew it. The colonel recalled the reports he had read on him. They all said the same thing: "Lt. Benata performs his missions in an exemplary manner but on the negative side his sense of superiority has caused morale problems among others in his unit. The Lt. does not hide his subtle contempt for those who fail." Well, mused the colonel lets see how he performs in this assignment.

"Lt. the prime minister has received a personal request from the govt. of the United States. It seems that two of their Navy SEALS have gone missing during a mission in one of our Arab neighbors. A rather hostile neighbor. They requested our help in locating and securing the two men."

"Why us sir," Joshua queried respectfully," I mean why don't they send in someone?"

The colonel tried to hide his grimace. "They ...ah did..that is why there are two missing. The SEAL they sent in for the first one..." his voice trailed off. "Anyway," he groused, "the Americans asked us and as our friends ...I want you to go in, find them if alive, and attempt a rescue if possible."

Joshua grinned this was a big assignment. "I will do what needs to be done sir."

"Good." The colonel grumbled. He did not like the request. The Americans had lost two men. He was not anxious the make it three but, a friend in need etec. "Dismissed."

Joshua turned and left. So two of America's SEALS failed. Not only would his success help his career but also rescuing them would be a one upmanship on that legendary U.S. SEAL attitude of competence. He went to his barracks to get ready to start out. Yes he thought he'd show the Americans how real men do it!

Colonel Nagiva watched Joshua strut across the parade ground. He had to pick the Benata. After all the mission needed his best commando. If he succeeded no doubt his ego would be insufferable but the colonel had no choice. He pressed the buzzer on his desk. "Get the prime minister's aid on the phone and tell him our bird has been launched."

Joshua got ready for his assignment. He visualized the reaction on the base as he brought in the two SEALS and broke out in a smile. There was a quick promotion in this he thought when he succeeded and he would no doubt on that! How in the world had two tough macho U.S. SEALS let themselves be taken by Arabs he wondered!

Joshua just couldn't understand it or could he?

The young Lt. had always felt that Arab's were inferior yet, as he contemplated this thought his mind wandered to a recent encounter with a group of young Arab protesters by his unit. Joshua recalled one of them in particular. He stood out from the others with his striking good looks, taunt muscular body and, piercing violet-blue eyes. He appeared only slightly younger than the Lt. himself. When the riot unit moved in the protesters had scattered. For some reason, Joshua had stayed visually locked on that young man and when he took off from the others Joshua found himself splitting off from his unit to chase him down an alley. Suddenly, the man had turned to confront him one on one. He seemed unafraid and not the least bit intimidated by Benata. For the first time someone was standing up to the arrogant young commando. The youthful Arab hurled insults at Joshua. His anger boiled out in a torrent of language. The power of his vehemence washed over the hunky officer who found himself strangely silent in the face of the verbal onslaught. Emboldened by Joshua's passivity the Arab taunted Joshua with further ridicule. The young man swore to one day reduce the young officer to his servant; he even grabbed his crotch to further illustrate what he planned to do to the commando. The young military hunk listened intently as the Arab verbalized the sexual degradation he would impose on him. As he spoke part of Joshua's inner mind was mesmerized by what he heard. He felt a stirring in his groin. Before he realized what was going on inside of himself however some of his unit arrived and the protester turned and ran off. Later Joshua chalked up his restraint to proper self-control. Yet, for some reason, Joshua had made it his business to track down information on the young man. He had learned his location and that his name was Assam. Joshua had been debating whether to confront the man again. Any action, however, would now have to await his new assignment's completion.

As he prepared to leave on the mission Joshua recalled the images of that encounter; his mind briefly imagined being under the handsome young protester's control. He was so lost in that reverie that he failed to notice that the thoughts were causing his 8''uncut manhood to stir slightly. A yell from outside the barracks broke his train of thought. Shaking off the mental scene he finished preparing. He was ready!

CHAPTER TWO

Joshua had been undercover in the country for two weeks without any solid clues as to the whereabouts of the missing Americans. He had heard rumors and had followed every lead. Tonight he had a meeting with a possible source of information. The locals he had mixed with all agreed that this man was 'in the know' on the fate of the Navy SEALS and had no scruples on selling information. He had arranged a meeting at a seedy nightspot. He hoped he'd strike it lucky and finish up the mission. His mind wandered as he contemplated success.

"You requested a meeting", a man's voice stated gruffly.

Joshua looked up to come face to face with his informant. The man was a middle aged, typically Arab looking, and it was obvious from his bulk a man used to heavy manual labor.

"I wanted some information on some lost Americans. I was told have it and will sell it". Joshua stated.

The man smiled," information costs," he grunted.

"I have money," the commando replied.

The Arab gazed over the young disguised officer taking in his looks and build. " If I give you what you want it is not money you must give! Come," he said as he turned and walked out.

Joshua rose and quickly followed without hesitating. He was confident he could defend himself against this man so he had no qualms about going into a nearby alley with him.

The Arab walked to a dark corner and turned. "If you want information then you must do as I say you understand", he barked gruffly. Joshua nodded, surprised at his fast agreement to the highhanded man's orders.

"The Americans you seek are three miles from here but, before I give you that location," he growled as he moved close to the young commando, "I expect to be satisfied." With that he reached over and rubbed his massive hand on Joshua's basket.

Joshua was startled and pulled back. "Now wait a minute". He gasped in horror even as his cock tingled.

"You want ...you pay....my price," the Arab laughed as he reached over to continue his massage on Joshua's meat.

Joshua tried to decide on his next move. He needed this information but ....the Arab pressed his hand harder on the soldier's manhood. Joshua's breathing increased. He was trying to think even as his mind was racing. Before Joshua knew it the man had unzipped the Joshua's zipper, reached inside, unearthed his dick and was fondling his semi hard cock!

Joshua felt the hard callused hand manipulating his dick to its full state. The young officer stared down at the muscular hand manipulating his cock. He heard himself gasping for air.

"Ah yes, you like." The Arab muttered as the alley filled with the heavy breathing sounds of both men.

"No...I."Joshua garbled as he felt his manhood rise to full glory.

"Ah yes you do, " the Arab whispered in a soothing intensity that seemed to fill the young stud's brain.

"No...I don't like...," he insisted weakly.

"You do....you do," the man cooed in a steady rthym. The Arab realized that the young hunk could be taken now. He pressed on. "You do...you do," he murmured again and again in a chant that kept time with his manipulations on the commando's stiff cock.

Joshua felt himself slipping away. "Noo..On nooo ....ooohhhh,." He sighed as his vision blurred. Joshua's mind spun into a mist as a secret part of his inner-self took over. "Fuccckkkk," he heard himself hiss.

The Arab, grinning, continued his pump on the young commando's cock with one hand while he took hold one of Joshua's hands and guided it into his own pants. Without thinking the young soldier enfolded the Arab's thick rod. "Bring me off and you will know where they are," the Arab rasped as he continued beating the Israeli's stiff meat.

"OH shittt..." Joshua muttered as he felt himself yielding. His mind pictured the protester now. He visualized him in place of the Arab informant.

"DO IT NOW!" the man commanded forcefully. Joshua was so turned on and his mental resistance so defeated that he complied. That's what the protester said he do, imagined Joshua. Take him down. Own him. The fantasy enveloped the young soldiers mind and reinforced the mental control of the man.. "NOW,' he heard somewhere echoing in his brain. He pumped the Arab's manhood. Soon light moans filled his ears. But, whose moans were they?

Time seemed suspended as Joshua felt himself slipping away on pure sexual heat. Then, suddenly he felt the Arab's dick lurch and heard the man utter a groan. In a flash his hand felt the gush of hot liquid. The man had climaxed. The thought raced through his mind and send the young spy over the edge as well. He let out a strangled cry as his own cock exploded. After a minute or two the world refocused and his eyes locked on the Arab who had stepped back and was rearranging himself. Joshua felt his face burning with shame. He shook it off. It was necessary to the mission he brain rationalized. Nothing more. The protester's image was just. ...nothing...just nothing!

"My information," he growled.

The informant gazed at him. "Go to the oasis on the southern edge of town and then go north for three miles till you find an isolated mansion. The men are there but I doubt they will welcome their discovery!

"If I find you lied or if you tell anyone." Joshua stated. He had hoped to sound threatening but the effect was undercut as he realized that his dick was still hanging out of his pants.

The commando quickly reached down, tucked himself in, cleaned his jis soaked hands on his pants, and resumed his stare.

"No one will know,"the Arab assured him. "We sealed both our silence with our actions here."

Joshua nodded and turned. His mind repeated to himself. "It was nothing. Needed action for the mission. It was nothing. Meant nothing". But, a part of his inner psyche knew different!

CHAPTER THREE

Joshua had flowed the directions to the mansion. He noticed that lights were on in a side room. Quietly he slipped up to the widow and stared in. The sight that greeted him was shocking.

There were three naked men in the room. One, a middle- aged portly Arab, was sitting on a sort of throne like chair. The second man, who appeared to be a striking looking Hispanic, was holding up one of the portly man's feet and, to Joshua's amazement, seemed to be licking the man's toes with his tongue while he stroked his own cock! The other man, a handsome blonde, was dancing lewdly before the other two swaying his hips to some imaginary music while fondling his ass with one hand and stroking his engorged cock with the other. Both of the other men were young well built and, to Joshua's shock, matched the descriptions of the missing SEALS!

Joshua couldn't believe his eyes. Two macho well built young Americans sexually degrading themselves before some fat Arab bastard! The young Israeli was paralyzed by the actions he was seeing. His brain tried to process it all. From the state of both of the SEAL's rigid rods it was obvious they were not being forced to do this. But why.... how?

Suddenly the elder man spoke. The Lt. listened intently hoping to discover the answer.

"Your dance is pleasing my beautiful blonde boy," the portly Arab sneered in contempt at the hunky young 6'2'' American serviceman dancing before him.

"Thank you my master," the young blonde dancer gasped as he continued to sway while he inserted a finger from one hand into his butt hole and increased his jerking off with the other hand. Joshua could see the young dancers face. His handsome visage relaxed in pure bliss, even his green eyes shone with it.

"Do I not please you more than Troy master," the young well-built man who was on his knees and, up till then, been sucking the Arab's toes, pleaded pitifully.

"Of course you both please me Carlos," stated the Arab as he stroked the handsome check of the 23 yr. old dark eyed sultry Latino. Joshua gazed at the young Hispanic taking in his muscular honey-toned smooth body and sensual facial features. He felt his own cock stirring.

"Master I am going to cum," moaned Troy. "May I master?"

"You may my pet," replied the Arab nodding.

Joshua's vision turned to the young dancer. He could see that hard-defined body grow rigid as the blonde increased his masturbation's rhyme. The young blonde's forearm flexed as it stroked. Joshua gazed at the scene.

"OH fuckkk," gasped the dancer as his impressive cock erupted sending forth a stream of seamen into his waiting hand. Sensually he rubbed his spilled seed across his hard six-pack. His smooth 22 yr. old body glistened with the liquid. Joshua felt his throat go dry and his breathing deepened. "Oh dammm," he heard himself audibly groan. At the sound of his voice all three men stopped and glanced around. The young commando froze. Had he have alerted them. More importantly, why had he made any noise at all? The greenest soldier knew better. For what seemed an eternity but was really just seconds he waited silently. At last, the men resumed their actions. He was safe.

After about ten minutes, the Arab bent over and whispered to Carlos who nodded, got up, embraced Troy, and left. Probably off to make the bastard's bed thought an angry Joshua who then turned to look at Troy. The muscular blonde American SEAL continued his dance with even more degrading swaying hip movements. The young rescuer found himself admiring Troy's hard body. The young American SEAL's muscles rippled beneath his pale skin. Each one seemed alive in its movements. Troy soon broke out in a sweat that covered his smooth skin with a sheen of light moisture; Joshua found part of his mind wondering what that moisture would taste like. At that instant, he broke off his observation and lowered his eyes to the ground. This was stupid he yelled silently to himself. Too much heat that was it! He had to focus he decided yet, when he gazed back in the room, he could stop redirecting his attention back to Troy! Joshua found himself now focusing on Troy's chiseled pecs with their firm brown nipples. Involuntarily and, without realizing it, Joshua's tongue flicked his lips in hunger. At some point in the dance the young SEAL moved close to the window where Joshua was located and turned his back to him thus giving the young Lt. a close-up view of the American's dimpled butt as it flexed and relaxed. The macho young Israeli was transfixed by the smooth creamy white image in front of him. His whole body tingled for reasons he could not understand as of yet. He was so engrossed by the sight he never noticed that the Arab had now also left.

Joshua could not believe a tough macho American SEAL could act in such a degrading manner. "Humiliated, degraded," he muttered to himself over and over. He shouldn't be observing this he thought and yet he was riveted by the vision of Troy's ass undulating before him. As he contemplated the scene and the submissive nature of the dancer, Joshua's hand unconsciously reached down and pulled out his own cock. As the blonde hunky SEAL continued his ass gyrations Joshua began to stroke his released manhood. Joshua's breathing deepened; his mind wondered why such a young hot military man would engage in such submissive behavior. Is this what Assam would make him do? Joshua's brain drifted into a fantasy. He was performing now! His body reacted to both to the mental pictures of surrender he was imprinting on his brain and the manual stimulations he was giving to his cock. "Being humiliated and degraded by Assam", he sighed without realizing it! His hand job's stroke increased on his engorged cock.

Troy then bent over and pulled his cheeks apart letting Joshua get a clear view of his first male asshole. The young man's wet blonde hairs clung to the moist rippled muscles of that chute. Joshua broke out into a sweat as well and his cracked lips parted. Joshua felt a hunger he was not even mindful of .As his vision was drawn to that moist hole he never noticed that he had been under observation for some time indeed, his soft moans of sexual surrender and desire so filled the night air he never heard Carlos come up behind him. The young commando was on the verge of his own ejaculation when suddenly he felt a blow and his mind clouded with darkness.

"Well what do we have here," laughed the Arab as he joined Carlos who stood holding a wooden club beside the prone form of the soldier. "Carlos check him for weapons and identity".

Carlos, true to the military training that had made him one of Uncle Sam's finest Navy personnel quickly discovered Joshua's papers and handed it to the Arab.

"Oh ho," the man chuckled. "An Israeli commando has come; probably in order to save you and Troy. Tell me Carlos do you need saving?" He inquired knowing the answer.

"Troy and I need only to serve you master," Carlos replied adoringly.

"Only due to my hypnotic reprogramming is more to the point," the man grunted as he looked down. Kamir smiled slyly at the cold- conked commando who was lying at his feet dressed in full camouflage but with his, now deflating, cock hanging out. How delightful, he contemplated, the young Israeli had been captured while he was jerking himself off. This was too good thought the Arab. Kamir also recalled what he had observed and heard. Could it mean.... ah, he pondered, interesting as well. "GET TROY," he barked loudly, " I have an idea.