The Commander’s Dark Desire

I walked a short distance and saw that the two soldiers we had left on guard were down, along with one more enemy. I moved further out and found a similar scene outside: five enemy soldiers and our four men dead. Davis was still twitching in agony. I approached him and he grabbed my uniform, gasping: “Get me out of here!” I tried to drag him inside, but he quickly lost strength and died in my arms. What the fuck! Where did these enemy soldiers come from? Intelligence had confirmed multiple times that there were only twelve. I left Davis in a corner and went back inside to warn Henderson. I met him on the way as he was returning from checking the other areas. I told him we had been ambushed and that there were more enemy soldiers than our base had reported. I explained that everyone was dead. I saw grief flash across his face, but he quickly pulled himself together like the good commander he was. He understood the situation and ordered us to return to the laboratory, grab t

In later videos, the same woman in the white coat repeats what she did before, stroking him, and then slaps his cock hard, making him cum instantly. I feel slightly unsettled watching it. They laugh at something and inject more of the liquid into his vein. In the following videos, I see them fitting that metal device onto his penis. It must be agonizing, his cock has to be forced into something several sizes smaller. Then they inject him with more doses, and now his cock is locked away while he thrashes even harder. I skip ahead through some folders and find videos of the soldiers raping him, just like I saw earlier today. These are from two months ago. He has been enduring this ever since they brought him here. I’ve never been one to be easily shaken by human barbarity, especially after everything I’ve seen… but I admit this left me a little disturbed. I pause the video and walk over to him. The fever is still high. I take the vials out of my backpack, open one, and pour the

When I look into his eyes, I see gratitude. Some time later he falls asleep. I sit on a chair and try to rest for a few minutes, but it’s better to stay alert. We’re still in enemy territory. I hear moans. I wake up instantly and point my gun toward the sound, but I quickly realize it’s coming from the mattress where the prisoner is lying. He’s writhing with his back turned to me. What the hell is going on? I get up slowly. Maybe he’s having convulsions from the fever again. But when I get a better look at his face, I see his eyes are closed, his mouth slightly open, and his hand wrapped around his cock. He’s stroking himself frantically, desperately chasing release. I freeze where I stand. It hits me the same way the videos did earlier. My body is tense, rigid. I just watch as he continues for a while longer until he finally gives up, panting and frustrated, staring at the ceiling. Thankfully it’s dark where I am and he can’t see me watching him. The glow stick is closer to him.

Liak has a much better expression when he sees me return. It almost makes the corner of my mouth twitch into a smile, but I don’t let him notice. I pull more lockers toward us to create an even tighter hiding spot in the corner, making as little noise as possible.This forces Liak to stand with his back pressed against my chest and me against the wall. We’re tightly squeezed together with almost no room to move. It’s the perfect spot for them not to find us.As time drags on, the tension becomes unbearable, the wait for the enemies, Liak being so close to me, the strangeness of the situation. He has a different scent from any man I’ve ever been near. Even though I don’t want to, I remember how he watched me in the bathroom earlier. I know this isn’t the time for those thoughts. I push them away and focus on the enemies entering the room where we had been sleeping.Liak’s body tenses. I can feel it perfectly because he’s pressed so tightly against me. It reminds me that his entire body

I go back to my spot in the rear of the building. I open the can of tuna and eat a little. Then I notice the laptop inside my backpack. I remember the videos I watched, look down, and think about Liak. “Here.” I hand him the half-empty can of tuna without even looking at his face. He says: “Thank you.” He eats with far more appetite than I did minutes earlier. He stares at me, but says nothing, even though I can tell he wants to. Only then do I realize that he is just as much a victim in this story as we were. It makes me feel bad about the way I treated him. He finishes eating the tuna and we sit in silence. I say: “Not going to rescue us.” I try to convey this somehow and I think he understands, judging by the sorrow I see in his eyes. I continue: “We need to go.” He thinks for a moment and then says: “Night.” He thinks a little more and adds: “Other side. Escape.” He points toward the back of the school and walks over to the window, saying: “Enemies.” He p