Chapter 6

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. My eyes drift down and I notice his cock is still rock hard inside his pants, just like it had been since I removed that device earlier. I could even see the bulge during dinner. I barely recognize myself, obsessing over this like I am.

I check my watch. It’s already 3:12 AM. I take a quick look outside and everything seems calm, no more visitors. This would be the perfect time for an extraction. Where the hell is everyone? Why haven’t they come for us?

When I look back at the prisoner, he has fallen asleep again. I walk over slowly and watch him for a moment longer. His cock is still hard inside his pants. My gaze travels up his body. He’s covered by the jacket now, but I remember exactly how he looked naked. His skin is very pale, making his pink nipples and lips stand out. His blond hair makes his greenish eyes look even more intense. At least his face has more life and color now than when I found him strapped to that table.

Fuck. I can’t stop thinking about it.

I return to my post, dozing off a few times only to wake up in alert mode, ready to attack an enemy that only exists in my dreams. There’s no one here but the two of us. Thinking about that makes me look at him again as he sleeps.

He’s sleeping deeply, the heavy sleep of someone with a high fever. I try to wake him but fail. My eyes drop to his cuffed ankle. It’s raw from the metal. He must have moved around too much during the night. I approach, take the key from my pocket, and quietly unlock the cuff, freeing his ankle. I think he’s understood that running isn’t a good option. Besides, I’ll be back from my shower before he wakes up.

I’m hard as stone. This usually happens in the morning, but after all the constant training I’ve been used to ignoring it and pushing it aside. Today, though, it’s impossible. I need to take care of this before he wakes up.

Good thing the bathroom is further back. It would be weird doing this here with that guy right there. Not that it’s ever stopped me before, I jerked off under the blankets in the barracks with several other men in the same room when I was younger. But right now it feels different and…

“Ahhhh…”

That’s all that escapes my mouth the moment my hand wraps around my throbbing, rock-hard cock. I stroke it slowly, feeling every sensation build in my body. I don’t even need to imagine any woman. Everything I saw in those videos and everything I witnessed today has me on edge. I start stroking harder and faster.