In the Pit

[After some thought, I decided to keep the nationalities in this story vague. For this reason, I am avoiding any physical descriptions that would narrow that down, and only our hero bears a name, a singular one, and it's one that could be American, English, Australian...or even a translation of some other tongue. That's as international as I can get! Feel free to stick in your own choices here and there.]

"In the pit!" declared the commander when they dragged Stone up before him. The commander was a man of both girth and commanding presence, and there was nothing about his fatness that made him look soft...just mean! He strode up in his jungle green uniform all crisply starched and neat and looked at the bedraggled Stone in his tan uniform. Maybe he saw the captain's double-bars on Stone's shoulders and maybe he didn't, Stone had been through mud and grime and the soot of war and then some twenty hours of mortifying captivity, his face and his fatigue showed it. So the commander had looked him over once, delivered his three-word sentence and that was all of it, Stone was promptly dragged off by the two green-clad privates who'd dragged him up to the commander.

The word "pit" was just what he'd thought it was, an underground bunker that had had its top ripped off, either by bomb blasts or by sledgehammers (either way, it wasn't pretty), leaving a large, square pit some twelve feet deep with ragged edges. Its contents were a filthy mattress with a ragged man in what remained of a tan uniform, he was hunkered fearfully down onto the mattress in one corner. It got him into what little shade the pit offered at this hour, but that didn't look like why he was there. His eyes when he looked up at his visitors were large, vacant...haunted.

"In you go!" the man to Stone's right said and the two tossed him over and into the pit. He fell awkwardly down the distance and landed with an "oomph!" that hurt like hell, hitting his knees and hands first and then on down to his chest and face. Rolled over and sat up, looked up. He and the other guy were alone.

"They put you in?" the man mumbled. "They put you in? Oh, thank God! Thank God!" and the man scrambled over on all fours and embraced Stone like a scared child embraces his mother.

"Easy, soldier, easy." Stone read the remnants of a sergeant's badge on one arm. "I'm here now. You aren't alone and...." The rest of his reassuring speech faltered and died, because the man pulled himself out of Stone's arms and stood upright.

"I'm here! I'm here!" He called out. "Get me out of here, get me out! Oh, God, get me out!"

"Stand firm, soldier." Stone tried again but the face turned to him and again, the words died stillborn in his throat. The man was grinning, and Stone could see that he'd been a handsome man once. What had the enemy done to this man before he'd been thrown in this pit? Or while in this pit? They hadn't done anything to Stone before pitching him in here, was this only the start of his torment? "I'm with you now."

The man shook his head, violently. "No, sir!"

Was the man mad? "No, I'm here now."

"And I'm gone!" the man raised his voice again. "Let me out of here, let me out!"

And damned if the soldiers didn't reappear with a rope ladder that they slid down the edge of the pit. The other man scrambled up it but the soldier's guns warned Stone away from the ladder when he tried to follow. The ladder was pulled back up and Stone was left alone in his crude accommodations.

One corner, the furthest from the mattress, had been turned into an impromptu open toilet and Stone resignedly undid his fly and added his liquid contribution to the deposit already there. He hoped they'd give him a bucket before it got too thick in there. Or would they not feed or give him drink in here, and make a toilet a nearly needless thing? No, there wasn't enough excrement there and no liquid beyond what he'd just drained, though of course the hot climate would make that evaporate in a few hours' time....

Stone finished urinating and turned away from the malodorous clump there to fasten his fly. Froze with his hands at his fly, his cock still dangling outside of his trousers. A row of soldiers were standing on the other side of the pit along the top, looking down at him.

"We got us a captain here, boys!" one of them said and the others laughed. The speaker sported a lieutenant's single bars on his shoulders and a slightly better uniform, but otherwise, they were all combat troops and spit-and-polish had surrendered to the exigencies of life in the field long, long ago and their clothing and attitudes showed it. Behind the lines and looking for some fun. So why were they looking down in the pit at Stone?

"You want first chance at him, sir?" one of the men asked his lieutenant. Stone was glad he understood their language for he had some understanding of what happened next, which was the men threw ropes over the edge of the pit and the captain and two of his men slid down them, the others following as they cleared the ropes at the bottom.

Stone thought briefly about pretending he didn't understand them, but threw that idea aside in a hurry. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked in a hurry.

"Just wanting some fun. Fun for us." the lieutenant said. "Can be fun for you, if you let it. But definitely fun for us."

"What kind of fun?" Stone asked warily. They weren't sporting knives or brandishing their fists. The last time he'd seen that look on a soldier's face, they'd been lined up at a...whorehouse! "Oh, God!" he breathed as he comprehended. "You can't mean it!" He looked about, and saw only bare walls. Concrete, smooth, no chance of climbing up it, too high to jump up and climb out of it and even if he did, he'd seen the place was swarming with soldiers. But he couldn't just...just let them fuck him! Could he?

"We got us a virgin, boys." the lieutenant said to his men and they agreed. "Guess you'll get to hold him down for me. I'll break him in easy and you can all get your turns then."

The men advanced on Stone from two directions with the lieutenant at the nexus and he looked about. But this was a pit, now with a dozen-minus-one men in it with him, and his only place to go was the mattress. He started to step back, his heel caught the mattress' edge by some foul demon luck or other, and he fell back onto it, and then the men were upon him.

"No, no, God, please, no!" He gasped as they gripped his wrists on either side while two more began to work on his belt and trousers. Their movements were too sure, they were used to doing this, who knows how many hapless captives they had treated this way. And before him, between his legs that were thrashing helplessly trying to hinder the men working at his fly, was the lieutenant, looking at him with an evil grin as he undid his own fly with slow, deliberate motions. The lieutenant was a few inches shorter than Stone's own six foot one, but what he lacked in height he made up for him muscled mass, in his arms, his shoulders, his chest, all of those were broad and fearfully powerful looking. Below that was a slim pair of hips that still spoke of energy and athletic ability, they looked like they could plow the holder's dong in and out of a prisoner's butt with painful vigor and agonizing potency.

His shoes were yanked off by a third pair of men as the middle pair unbuttoned his pants and then the bottom pair pulled them down and his boxers went with them, courtesy of aid from the middle pair. Stone watched all this proceeding with despair that built up in his breast, then broke out through his throat in a long moaning sound. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Who's got some fuck-juice on them?" the lieutenant asked. "We all going to fuck him, he's going to need some help getting started." He pulled out his tool, and oh, shit! He had a prong on him that was nine inches if it wasn't a foot, the damned thing wasn't even fully hard yet!

"I got some, sir." a man said and pulled a small bottle of some oil. He poured some into his palm and rubbed it on his lieutenant's dong like doing it was a privilege! Stone knew that soldiers in the field were close, but hell! This young man was smiling beatifically as he fondled his superior's prick, the face was smooth and clean and would have been beautiful on a woman, on a man, it was a touch effeminate but the situation and the uniform canceled a lot of that out. He began to jerk his lieutenant's dong and the lieutenant gave a soft groan of pleasure and Stone felt a pounding in his veins that traveled right to his prick. Throwing him a boner! Right in front of all these men.

The men laughed, but the lieutenant just smiled a bit broader, still meanly, and he knelt down and his now-stiff prong quested in front of his hips like a hound in front of a hunter, and Stone shook himself, moaned and squirmed about, hands clamped on his legs to match those on his arms, and he was now pinioned and unable to do more than convulse slightly in protest.

Of course that did nothing to protect him, and the lieutenant's men lifted Stone's legs up to give his ass altitude and then Stone felt the lieutenant's cockhead pressing against his anus like a fist.

"Oh, God, no, please, please!" Stone begged shamelessly now. Military dignity be damned, this was his ass! "Don't do this, please!"

"Don't do what? You mean this?" The lieutenant gave a hard shove with his hips.

Stone howled as the lieutenant's prod was rammed roughly into his body. Even with the oil greasing the way, it hurt like hell! "Ow-ow-owwwwwoooooo!"

"Yeah, come on, sir, give it to him, give him hell, sir, ram him, yeah, fuck that damned ass!" the men urged on their commanding officer, the voices running over Stone like water over rocks in a brook.

The lieutenant's hard dong was buried in Stone's ass to the very hilt, he could feel the pubic hairs tickling his buttocks, and then the lieutenant began to hump at his butt, hard thrusts that shook his very soul. Stone groaned as his ass screamed its agony at him and he raised up his head and looked down at the junction of their two bodies, at the prong that was diving in and out of him, and he could only endure it and looked around at all the men that were with this rough, cruel man and knew that they were only waiting for their turn on him, that this was his fate and his torture and he would be here until they tired of him and, like the poor shaken husk of man that had preceded him, he would crawl gratefully out, probably to at best a prisoner camp or at worst, the firing squad.

He let himself fall into despair and when he did, his body betrayed him utterly for it suddenly took note of the hard prick rubbing his prostate and how that felt, the nub of flesh being stroked and responding with sensations that raced right through the pleasure center of his brain and his cock stiffened anew and slapped against his stomach as the thrusts into him shook him back and forth.

"He's getting into it, sir." a soldier told his lieutenant. "He's loving that hard rifle of yours all right. Give it to him even harder, sir, make him shoot! Make him blast it all over himself!"

"Yeah, come on, give it to him harder, harder!"

"Pound that enemy ass! Pound him like a mortar barrage!"

"Yeah, get him hard, get him hard!"

"Whoof, whoof, whoof, whoof, whoof!"

Stone closed his eyes and succumbed to his desires and when he did, his cock got harder than ever and to add to his misery, a soldier grabbed him and began to pump on him as his lieutenant hammered his butt.

"Ah, hah, ah, ah, AHH-AHH-AHH-AHHHHHHH!" the lieutenant's face flushed as his features softened and his cock hardened to solid steel, and then a rush of hot man-spunk shot into his bowels.

Stone moaned as the jizz filled him, claimed him utterly, and he did the one thing he had feared most, he climaxed and sprayed his own white joy skyward and it landed upon him and upon the soldiers pinning him down and even got the lieutenant with a wad or two as he sagged downward, his own climax concluded.

The lieutenant crawled off him and the next man, the sergeant of this squad of course, took his superior's place. The cock that drove into him wasn't as long as the lieutenant's but considerably thicker, and his pain awoke anew and the fuck that the sergeant threw into him pell-mell violated him more thoroughly than the lieutenant had, and the spunk that filled his ass was thick and gluey in texture, stayed in hard solid clumps in his lower rectum.

A corporal got him next and didn't even get onto his knees, his companions lifted Stone's ass even higher and he was fucked like that.

Another soldier climbed on and Stone now felt like a piece of dead meat, the pricks didn't even hurt him any longer, he barely felt them as the soldier pumped on his butt and came with a yell.

Another soldier and another, then the pretty soldier who had rubbed his lieutenant's cock got on and began an awkward, inexpert series of jabs at Stone's anus, and Stone groaned, and in sheer self-defense, began to cooperate with the man to diminish the pain.

The other soldiers misread this and swarmed him, he had dongs pushed into both palms while another soldier straddled his chest and shoved a dirty, nasty-tasting dong right into his mouth. Stone choked on the smegma that glans bore and then his head was snagged and used as if it were a melon with a hole in it rather than a human being.

Stone choked, gagged, and began to pump the cocks in his hands, get it over with, get it all over with!

The man fucking him finished, and one of the men in his hand took over, another cock came back for seconds, and Stone's torment went on. Some unknown time later of uncounted fleshy invaders into his nether opening, and he was suddenly left alone, a limp mass of fucked man lying on a dirty mattress, his shirt opened and askew, his body reeking of man sweat, his own and others, and splashes of spunk here and there to add a pungency to the stench.

The rope ladder let the men in the squad up from the pit and he was alone for a time. He had just sat up, wishing he had water to wash himself off in, and then more ropes extended and more men entered the pit with him, and his ordeal began anew.

He lost track of days, of time. He was fed, he was given water to drink and even to wash off with now and then but never often enough, and mixed in with these things was a disproportionate number of soldiers, all seeking the combined pleasures of getting their rocks off, tormenting an enemy soldier and sharing an experience with their comrades in arms. He became an expert in working his body to please these men, to make them come quickly and efficiently, and most of them let him do that, only now and then did a man with a special grudge of some kind would seek an extra torture to add to the sexual invasion. He picked up several slashes of wounds of different depths, none of which did worse than leave him with scars to remember this ordeal whether he would or not.

He had become a stranger to his own past, he had spent his entire life in this pit, in this place on this mattress, and the men were a faceless line of hard cocks that sought to drive themselves into him and deposit hot white packets of human seed.

And then came a day when another soldier in a tan uniform was tossed into the pit and Stone looked up with a dull surprise. And understanding, he ignored his comrade in the pit and shouted for his release.

Up the rope ladder he climbed like it was the ladder to heaven, and at the top, he staggered under his own weight. The soldiers there took him to a truck and in it were a number of other captives and they carried him and them all to a certain bridge where they were traded for enemy soldiers and Stone found himself back far behind enemy lines and in a bed with clean sheets and clean nurses dressed in white. Everything was clean again, clean...except for his mind.

They pronounced him cured and returned him to the front lines, for experienced soldiers were sorely needed. Stone led a number of daring raids against the enemy, firing recklessly at the forms in green. When not fighting, he was with his men, and each night he would slip among their bedrolls and one by one, ride their cocks, until the men all smirked and told filthy jokes about him behind his back. He heard them...he just didn't care.

And there came a time again when he was cut off from his men and surrounded and he dropped his gun and let them take him.

And was again before the commander who had looked at him before. Stone wondered if the man would recognize him, his heart pounded in his chest. If he did, what would happen...."

"In the pit." the commander pronounced and Stone was led away. And the soldiers carrying him away couldn't understand the victorious smile that Stone wore upon his face.

THE END
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