July 29, 1900 11:00 a.m.
The bright sunlight greeted me as I opened my cum-encrusted eyes. I still felt tired and battered like sago pulp. Though the fever that raged through me yesterday was now gone, the sense of defeat and of not wanting to do anything lingered.
I slowly got up from my bed. The white sheets were not white anymore- they have been stained by copious amounts of semen that has now crusted, the dark streaks of dried blood violently splattered here and there and the rancid pool of saliva that has wetted the pillow case. I cringed. I cannot bear to face the humiliation that Sgt. Tibo-on slapped into me.
My mind has been on edge since yesterday night’s grand orgy. Never in my life have I experienced such humiliation and bestiality. After I penetrated the last muscular ring of Pvt. Colt, the bastard Sgt. Tibo-on raped me again from behind making my mind swirl from the intensity of pleasure and pain going on simultaneously. Is this possible? How could something be so disgusting be so pleasurable? Such questions I may have to ask the cura paroco… No, perhaps Simeon can better answer them.
I dragged my feet towards the earthen jar and scooped some amount of water just to freshen my face. Before I have even finished doing so, my door suddenly flew open and the sound of tramping boots came towards me.
“Ibarra! Ibarra!,” Sgt. Tibo-on shouted.
“…” I looked at the bastard with tired insolence as if accusing him of destroying everything I hold dear.
“Ibarra, I have taken the liberty of transporting both Americano prisoners to General Miclat. This way there is no need for them to come here. They are ready to go and I have instructions to the men on what to do. From this point on, I’m calling the orders.” Sgt. Tibo-on spat.
“Wait! Wait!” I rushed to the door, but Sgt. Tibo-on’s brawny arms held me enveloping my waist.
“You still don’t understand, do you?” He hissed. “Those two must go. And as my whore, you will stay here. Inside this hut. There’s nothing you can do!”
Suddenly, I felt a swooping rush on my abdomen, at first I felt the quick pressure, then a crippling pain and nausea swept my entire being. Sgt. Tibo-on, for the first time, assaulted me! His senior officer! He punched my abdomen sending me into a crouching position near the door.
“AAAAAHHHH!!” I cried.
“You deserved it Ibarra. I pity you.” He said, sadness laced his voice.
Sgt. Tibo-on then turned around and walked out my hut shouting directives to some of my men. They are indeed transporting David out of my camp.
Without getting up, my vision became dark and I passed out on the bamboo floor.
Jan 18, 2011
Gay Philippine American War 09
July 28, 1900 8:00 a.m.
Yesterday, my body was racked with the worst fever I have ever felt. It
was aggravated with the stupidities of Pvt. Colt and the fishing
expedition of Sgt. Tibo-on. I must have slept nicely after Miguel Tibo-on
left for it was already dusk when I opened my eyes. The aspirin tablets
that I drank before sleeping helped tremendously. For now, I feel much
better.
Probably because of my febrile state yesterday, I became too sensitive
with my discussion with David that I shouted in front of the boy's face
without thinking of the consequence. That night, I began to have my
regrets and a knot in my heart began to pulse madly, complaining how
shabbily I treated this boy who tried everything he could to help me.
The hut was bathed in the orange glow of my kerosene lamp. Felipe, one
of my two sentries, was really obliging in carefully lighting the lamp.
As he and Carlos made up the room, spread the mosquito nettings, and lit
the mosquito coil, I took the cold bowl of chicken soup and drank its
entire contents. I was so hungry that time that even though my soup has
somewhat congealed, with its upper layer of oil hardened, it tasted
terribly good.
"Carlos, has Dr. Lim arrived yet?," I genially asked.
"Not yet, Teniente Ibarra. But we know he is in town, so I know he will
come," he said in Tagalog.
"Salamat." Thank you.
The boys exited the hut and went to their sentry positions near the door.
I slipped into my slippers and went to the bathroom where I indulged in a
cold bath rinsing all the grime and the sweat. The large earthen jar of
water was nearly empty, so I reminded myself to ask the two boys again to
replenish it. I toweled down and chose a loose "camisa chino" and cotton
pants for my evening wear. It felt really good to be fresh and clean. I
called the boys again and they immediately changed my beddings and
pillowcases and replenished my bath water. Such are the benefits of
being an officer!
After arranging my papers on my writing desk, I suddenly remembered that
David Colt rifled through my personal effects inside my trunk! "Dios de
mi alma! My revolver!," my mind screamed. My heart stopped beating and
cold sweat tumbled from my temple. I rushed at the foot of my bed towards
my trunk and paused nervously before opening the Pandora's Box.
I shifted my weight and crouched in front of the trunk. I sucked the air
in and my hands gently lifted the cover. The first glow of light that
touched its insides revealed everything was tampered with. My books, my
saber, my gala uniform with my epaulets and gold trimmings, my locked
journal, my photos were all there, but there were rearranged haphazardly.
My first aid kit that rested on top of the pile was also intact except
for the amber bottle of aspirin.
I dug at the far right corner where I remembered depositing my revolver
case; I knew it was fully loaded, so with such a weapon under David's
hands means a serious breach of security. I cannot forgive myself it was
indeed taken under my nose.
My right hand reached inside and fingered the outline of my leather
revolver holster. I sighed with relief when my fingers felt the hard
metal of my revolver handle. I knew for sure that David did not steal my
gun. I was tempted to fish it out and count the bullets but I thought
otherwise. I gave a deep breath thinking that that soldier could easily
have taken me hostage using my own weapon! The knot in my heart was
beating hard and a pang of guilt crept inside my head. Damn!
Suddenly I heard people coming up my hut. I recognized Sgt. Tibo-on's
voice and my two guards exchanging salutes. Entering my bedroom were Sgt.
Tibo-on and Dr. Lim.
Dr. Agustino Lim, a balding, portly grey-haired doctor smoothened the
creases from his white suit. It was written in his dossier that Dr. Lim
was in fact a son of refugees from Canton during the Opium Wars with
Britain. Leaving China, both parents took everything they had and got
the first ticket on the Eastern Pearl steamship bound for Manila. Upon
arriving, the couple wandered from town to town hawking cheap Canton silk
until they settled in Calaca where the young Agustino was born and
baptized. I read that it was a decade of trading silk, rice and coffee
that the Lim family fortune grew substantially. The elder Lim suggested
that Agustino will study Medicine at the Sto. Tomas University to which
his son gladly complied, and graduated with high honors. Agustino went
back to Calaca to practice medicine and his very amiable nature has
endeared him to the townspeople. When we arrived in Calaca, Dr. Lim was
one of the first people who welcomed us and feted us with wine and
cigars. He treated many soldiers who fought in the 1896 revolution, and
currently, the American war. The cures of his were very effective
though some were wary that this Chinaman of a doctor might poison them in
their sleep. They were wrong, of course. I must admit Dr. Lim has saved
countless souls and for this, I put my trust in his capable hands.
"Lt. Ibarra, Dr. Lim is here. I see you have freshened up," Sgt. Tibo-on
said, a forced smile plastered on his face.
I nodded at my officer and turned to Dr. Lim. "Glad you could come at
such a short notice, doctor. I have not been feeling well for the last
few days."
"Don't you worry son. That's why I'm here, anything for the cause of
freedom. I'm honored that you still remember me," Dr. Lim said with much
enthusiasm.
"Of course, you're the only doctor left in Calaca, you have to come!
Ha-ha-ha!," Sgt. Tibo-on interjected. Dr. Lim's Chinese face went pink.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Of course!" I laughed. Such frivolities in life are rare
nowadays, so we have to savor each moment's humor.
"Ha-ha-ha! Now son, lie on your bed while I get your history and examine
you," Dr. Lim said gamely. I immediately complied and then laid
comfortably on the kapok-filled mattress. The doctor placed his
medicine bag on the rattan chair and proceeded to take out his
instruments.
It probably took us an hour or so to finish everything up. He asked me
about my diet and what I did before the symptoms started. He asked Sgt.
Tibo-on whether some of the soldiers have the same kind of symptoms, to
which the officer answered negatively. Dr. Lim asked me to remove my
shirt while he poked my stomach, palpated my neck, auscultated my chest,
peered into my throat and manipulated me in everyway imaginable.
Thankfully, I was comfortable with Dr. Lim. His touch was very soothing.
My eyes looked apprehensively at Sgt. Tibo-on but his face was
fascinated at Dr. Lim's examination. I was not sure whether he was
engrossed at the esoteric practice of my doctor-friend, or he was staring
intently at my glistening torso. I could not be sure if it was indeed
his tongue that darted from his lips or just a play of shadows cast by
the kerosene lamp, but when I saw Tibo-on shifted his weight
unnecessarily, I spied his groin and saw an unnatural vertical bulge
tenting obscenely. I think he saw me staring at his crotch that Sgt.
Tibo-on apologized to Dr. Lim and excused himself hurriedly out of the
room.
After much ado, Dr. Lim told me with flourish that all I had was a simple
flu. This was a relief for I was afraid I had already contracted malaria!
Or worse, some form of venereal disease from Pvt. Colt! I was so grateful
that I immediately hugged Dr. Lim. The good doctor I think was slightly
taken aback by my unusual affection. After all, he was already balding
and in his mid-fifties, so I do not think it was because I had some
sexual designs for him, but rather mere happiness.
He gently pushed me back and he immediately looked for a prescription
pad. His smooth white hand wrote what seemed to be Chinese characters but
was in fact a prescription for his patented Salve of Chinchansu, his
panacea for all causes of fever. He took out a pink oblong canister
containing a greasy, lemon-colored paste and told me in his gravest tone
how to carefully apply the guano-smelling salve onto my neck and chest.
Thinking about the drug makes me want to vomit!
I was about to give the doctor some pesos for the bill, but his hand
stopped me.
"It's perfectly alright, son. Your friend, Simeon has already paid me
beforehand so do not worry about it. Basta, Lt. Ibarra! Just follow my
instructions and you will be cured in less than two days. I shall take my
leave now so you can have your rest."
Before Dr. Lim showed himself out of my hut, he gave me a letter from my
friend, Simeon Ledesma. No doubt he wrote his intention to collect my
debt! Affixed in my journal is his crumpled letter:
"Dear friend,
I am praying for your health here in Calaca. As you know,
your welfare is the utmost concern for all of us here. Who shall protect
us then from those blood-thirsty Americanos if not you and your men? My
sisters and I are full of trepidation for your safety. They say they
terribly missed your company, that which I have to agree. Dr. Lim is
going to look at you, so be good and follow his directions. He may be a
bit excited with his ointments, but I assure you, they work perfectly!
I promise, I shall clear your debt as soon as I see you alive and well.
As of now, the interest is quickly accumulating, so I strongly suggest
you finish your business there on that God-forsaken jungle and come back
to Calaca, or I shall be forced to impose strict measures in collecting
payment from you. You have to realize that money is not necessarily the
only form of payment, and currently I am not in need of it.
Your good friend,
Simeon Ledesma"
It was good that Dr. Lim did not see me blush when I finished reading
Simeon's letter. I felt there was more to our friendship than meets the
eye. My thighs shudder at the thought of Simeon using me in ways
unimaginable. Unfortunately, my days here in Mt. Tanginamo was erratic! I
cannot definitely tell my men as to when our descent shall be because
General Miclat's reply had not arrived yet.
About a few minutes after Dr. Lim left the hut, Sgt. Miguel Tibo-on
entered quietly. His presence startled me from my blissful state. While
sitting on my bed, my flushed face betrayed my composure so I quickly
tucked the letter into my left pocket.
"Sir, I just want to report that Gen. Miclat's reply has arrived!",Sgt.
Tibo-on announced, his eyes leering towards my naked upper torso, his
voice a bit reserved. Was that his tongue wetting his lower lip that I
see?
"Good! I don't want to read all his florid excuses, so, I shall cut to
the chase. What did the old fart say?"
"Sir, he said that your request to transfer the Americanos to his custody
is granted. He is actually very happy in his letter sir. Gen. Miclat will
send a platoon of soldiers here to escort Pvt. Colt and Pvt. Wilkins in
two days time. So sir, after two days you won't have to worry about
stupid Americanos here in camp." Sgt. Tibo-on said, his eyes now darting
from my erect brown nipple to my glistening brown shoulders to my rigid
abdomen.
"That is good!" I asked.
"He also said sir to stay on our positions and not to engage with the
enemy until further orders," he added, his voice gaining more confidence.
"I see. Was that all he wrote?"
"Yes sir!," Sgt. Tibo-on said, a sly smile crept up his lips and his eyes
narrowed.
After a pause, he continued, "Ahh...! actually, no sir! H-he also a-asked
sir if you have done anything to the prisoners while on custody because
it was very rare that prisoners-of-war have a choice in requesting for a
transfer."
"B-but I do not remember putting that in writing! Are you sure he wrote
that?," I said. I was alarmed. My face became beet red and my jaw
slackened. I could not believe General Miclat would say such devious
things towards me, even if he has a vast spy system in these parts. I was
dumbfounded.
"That's what Gen. Miclat wrote sir. I'm just relaying to you his message.
If you haven't done anything to the Americanos sir, then you wouldn't
have anything to be afraid of, sir."
"I...! ahh...! I...! ahh...! of course!," I said indignantly. "He must be
mistaken Miguel! I only had official interrogations with the prisoners.
That is all! Nothing more!" My knuckles were fast turning white.
"He also wrote sir that any breach of protocol on POWs will be dealt
harshly! Those were his words sir!," Sgt. Tibo-on's said, his smirk
became well pronounced, his arms crossed together but a very obscene
bulge was beginning to form in front of his pants.
I protested. "Of course I knew that from the start! Hijo de puta! I am
dead sure my men, including you Sgt. Tibo-on, will not report any breach
of protocol to him because there is none to begin with!"
"Oh, I am not so sure about that Ibarra!," Sgt. Tibo-on cooed. He
retreated a few steps to lock the door.
"Huh?! And why not?," my voice was hard and sarcastic. I was afraid he
will be the one to betray me. That is my greatest fear- my men losing all
hope and confidence in my leadership. If Miguel Tibo-on will go against
my orders, I am sure my men will follow him instead of me mainly because
they fear him more. And respect him more.
Miguel approached the bed, his steps wide and confident. He stopped
directly in front of me and said "Because now, I know everything!" He
then laughed evilly. The bulge on his groin did not subside but rather
throbbed maliciously, aching for it to be free.
I know in an instant what Miguel meant. I was crestfallen, shocked and
frightened. I could not begin to explain that such a terrible feeling
does in fact, exist. My eyes glazed over and I was beginning to lose
myself. My lips trembled, I lost my voice. My stomach was in knots. I
couldn't hear myself breath.
"You know nothing! You're lying Miguel! Of all people!," I shouted.
Miguel Tibo-on bent forward towards me and then placed his right hand on
my jaw which he gripped firmly and pulled it towards his face.
"Oh? Don't I? Now I know what happened between you and Pvt. Colt, why you
were so damn lenient with him, why Pvt. Wilkins is still in shock and
still won't speak to anyone, why Pvt. Colt was so eager to sponge your
chest! You're a pervert Ibarra! God knows you are going to hell for
that!" He growled, his finger traced the sweat beading on my shoulders.
". . ." I was not able to speak another word. I was dumbstruck at this
turn of events. My mind was still processing where and how did I go
wrong.
Miguel continued, "I treated you like my own brother but I realized only
this afternoon that you're nothing but a pervert, a puta! I trusted you
and this is how you betray me!!??"
"You can't be serious! How...!?," I asked softly. My mind was still in a
haze.
"How? Ha-ha-ha!! You're a fool Ibarra! A gullible fool! After you went
back to sleep, I was curious why you had shouted at the boy. I had my
suspicions but I needed to be sure. So, I interrogated Pvt. Colt again
and found out that you let that bastard penetrated your ass! You! My
senior officer being penetrated by an enemy Amerikano and a lowly private
at that!"
"He blackmailed me!," I shouted. Tears streamed down my face like
rivulets. I was so humiliated, I don't think I had the face to look at my
junior officer.
Suddenly, I felt a strong slap hit my left cheek. "AAAH!," I cried out.
"Estupido! You're an officer and you let that prisoner blackmail you?,"
he said, his voice angrier than before.
I did not know where I got the courage to speak out to Sgt. Tibo-on, but
I could hear myself shout, "Yes! Yes, dammit! I let that estupido
Americano blackmail me because I was afraid I will lose face to all of
you, most especially to you Miguel! You are like my brother, dammit!"
The skin of my cheeks was wet from drops coursing down from my eyes.
"HAH! No brother of mine is a whore who'd let an enemy soldier violate
his ass! You're nothing in my eyes now Ibarra," he spat viciously, his
eyes narrowed.
"Please Miguel, don't say that! I was scared you would abandon me if you
found out! I could not tell you! PLEASE, M-Miguel!" More tears cascaded
from my cheeks like raindrops falling from the leaves. No amount of
wiping could stop the tears from flowing.
Sgt. Tibo-on was quiet for a few seconds, weighing what I had said. He
slapped me again on the other cheek and spat on my face. He grabbed my
jaw and leaned closer to my ear and said, "Abandon you?! You stupid
elitista! There is a war going on, why would you think the men and I
would abandon you just for this? Why would I abandon you? You know you
can talk to me about anything, but no! You decided to keep it a secret,
so hidden that you let a stupid Americano take advantage of you! If they
can play you into their hands like that, what more in the open field? You
disgust me Ibarra!"
"I d-did not t-think...!"
"You did not use your head! You were like a brother to me, but now you're
nothing but a filthy whore! Yes, you have become a filthy whore!"
"D-d-don't call me a w-who...!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My junior officer slapped my face so hard that I fell
back into my bed. Using his hands, Miguel forcefully spread my thighs
apart and pulled my hips towards his bulging groin. Even I was utterly
embarrassed by the situation, my member gradually thickened, the fabric
of my pants tight and bulging. Miguel's crotch was already bursting in
its seams that I felt the veins of his member throb as it rubbed against
my bulge.
"You ARE NOW a whore Ibarra! A filthy sinful whore! I'll show you how I
deal with whores!," he growled. He slowly unbuttoned his coat and took of
his shirt revealing a heavily muscled chest and a rigidly bulging
abdomen. His baked skin was taut all over and his veins on his chest and
arms pulsed. It was clear that Sgt. Tibo-on was excited from all this
because his mahogany nipples were hard and his breathing became labored.
"Stop this! I order you to stop this!," I insisted. "Please Miguel, do
not make the same mistake as that Amerikano did to me! No! Don't do it!
I'm still you o-officer, you just cannot do this! Y-you of all...!" My
hands swatted his fingers as they tried to pull down my pants and my
drawers.
Suddenly, Miguel pulled out his revolver and aimed at my head.
"Wh-what are you doing, Sgt. Tibo-on? Lest you forget, I am still your...!"
"You are nothing but a whore Ibarra! I spit at your name! For now, you
only have two choices! Either you close your mouth or I will shoot your
head! I can and will shoot you if you shout again, understand? What you
did with Pvt. Colt is treason which, you surely know, is punishable by
death!" He calmly said.
I thought, "Treason? For abusing a prisoner? I have not read such a
thing! Was he sure about his accusation? I could not be sure! Leche! I
should have read my 'manuales de guerra'!" My body stiffened with fright
as Sgt. Tibo-on detached the safety latch of his gun and cocked it on my
member. "Was he really going to shoot me!?"
My entire body trembled. My chest was full of resentment for this act of
treachery. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming that I began to tear
up. "I beg you Miguel...! don't...!," I croaked.
"Another word Ibarra, and your brown head will be no more! Ha-ha-ha!"
Miguel laughed lustily, his voice low and full of venom. He continued,
"Whores like you do not deserve your position! You shall now taste how
Miguel Tibo-on rape stupid filthy whores who do not deserve be an
officer! Ha-ha-ha!"
Miguel, with his left hand, yanked my pants down to the level of my
knees, and proceeded to yank my drawers down also. My hands were not
moving. My eyes were shut tight with tears streaming down my face. I know
he has a gun aimed at my head and I do not want to look at it.
The brown muscled soldier in front of me suddenly grabbed the front of my
shirt and also with one hand, ripped my shirt from my body. He was strong
and quick. I saw the torn remnants being thrown to the floor and my eyes
saw the evil smirk etched on Miguel's face like a lion about to eat his
prey. His eyes drank the sight in front of him. Miguel's tongue must
have salivated when he saw my well-formed chest and taut abdomen for I
saw him swallow. He blinked twice and his smirk became more crooked.
Miguel retched and spat on his right palm a large batch of saliva. He
fingered it and smothered it on the entire length his hard throbbing
brown penis that faced me like an angry fat cobra. His manhood glistened
with his spit and was ready to enter my inner sanctum.
"He-he-heh! If David got a piece of your ass, naturally, I must get some
too! I think I have more right in owning this nice round ass of yours
Ibarra, don't you think so?"
My face went a deeper shade of crimson. I felt so embarrassed that I
prayed that I'll die at that moment. I watched Miguel's eyes and saw
this deep-seated lust that was consuming his sanity. It was animalistic,
so raw, so Neanderthal. This is a new side of Miguel that I
unfortunately had the opportunity to meet. And I am terribly afraid of
this! This makes him totally unpredictable- all my assumptions of him
flew out of the window.
"DON'T YOU THINK SO?", Miguel growled louder.
I nodded my head to appease him.
His smirk widened as he began to stroke his manhood. My mind was reeling
from the drastic turn of events that has unfolded right before my eyes.
My entire world has turned upside down and I am at the mercy of Miguel.
Before, I thought David was to be my greatest fear, but now, seeing
Miguel in this hungry and lustful state, he took over the throne. He has
that tiger-like fury which would pounce on you when provoked.
"In that case Ibarra, then you should have thought of giving me first
taste of your round ass. Have you ever thought of being my whore before
David came into the camp?," he asked, his manhood hard and glistening
from his strokes.
My eyebrows shot up and my jaw slackened. I thought, "What the devil does
he mean by that? Neither am I a commodity to be tasted nor a pig to be
feasted upon! I don't have a label that says, 'Own me!' Miguel has to be
this stupid to assume that he has a 'right' to take away my virginity!"
Miguel, sensing my hesitation, grabbed the gun and aimed it at my face.
Not wanting to give the wrong answer, I just nodded. His finger clenched
the trigger steadily. It was known among us soldiers that Lt. Tibo-on is
one of the most skilled marksmen around.
Miguel smiled evilly and gave my right thigh a painful slap. He roared,
"Hah! I knew it you estupido! Don't worry; it's not too late to be one!
Ha-ha-ha!" His tongue licked his lips lewdly.
I cringed in further embarrassment. My shoulders trembled at the
realization that my junior officer has lost all respect for my humanity.
His stroking palm took his member and aimed at my puckering ass. I felt
his hard spongy throbbing cobra knocking on my behind, gently massaging
the dermal depression, coating it with his fluids. I strained my neck and
saw how thick his manhood was! It was like a battering ram being readied
for the siege. My mind was reeling with dread and fear for another
painful night!
Suddenly without warning, I felt the most exquisite pain being shoved
inside my rectum.
"UUUMMMMPPHHHHHH!!! IBARRAAAH!," Miguel roared as he plunged the entire
length of his member into me, his weight pinning me into the bed.
In one swoop, Miguel and I became one. Our pelvises touched and ground
each other's skin. The sweat that covered it began to emit a
slap-slapping noise.
"AAAAAHHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!!!," I yelled back. My eyes bulged out at the
searing pain. The feeling was tremendous. It was as if my lining was
bathed in burning acid. My hands flailed and pushed away Miguel's brown
glistening chest but no matter how hard I try, the muscled behemoth
raping me held on to me like an eagle's talons clasped into my skin.
His eyes were closed from the ecstasy of my tight entrance, his teeth
clenched from the pleasure wrought about his penetration. Miguel must
have felt the best sensation since whoring at Doña Victorina's for this
was the first time I saw him lost in deep lust.
The burning sensation was double than what I experience with Pvt. Colt.
Sgt. Tibo-on's penis, though not as long, but it was thicker than the
Americano's!
"UGH! UGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE A HOT HOLE IBARRA! UH! DIOS MIO! IT'S
SUCKING ME WHOLE!", my junior officer moaned lustily.
My lining inside must have gripped his penis like a vise stroking and
milking it like a well-oiled machine. He must have felt how every
contour, every ribbed surface, every undulation caressed his throbbing
manhood. I could feel him nudging inside me, harder, harder, pushing
inside me with such animalistic force.
"OOHHH IBARRAHH! YOU'RE SO TIGHT!!! TIGHTER THAN ANY WHORE!! UUGH!!",
Miguel moaned as he plunged deeper into me ass.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! MIGUEL! UGH!", I cried. My hole began to feel chafed and
raw as the pain from his assault began to mount.
"IF I HAD KNOWN YOU LIKE THIS, I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU FROM DAY ONE!
UGH!", Miguel said.
"UGH! AHH! ENOUGH MIGUEL! OOHH! OWWW!", I moaned.
Without warning, Miguel pushed the aimed weapon on my lips and said,
"SHUT THE HELL UP IBARRAH! UGH! UGH! YOU TALK TOO MUCH! UGH!" With that,
Miguel shoved the gun inside my gaping mouth. I see he was not his normal
self, a new kind of Miguel has taken over with no qualms of assaulting
and humiliating his senior officer.
"LICK IT!", he commanded as he rotated his pelvis and ground it into my
hole.
My eyes widened. I was taken aback.
"UGH! OOOOOOOOHHHH!", I suddenly groaned in pleasure. His manhood must
have pounded the same spot David has discovered when he assaulted me. The
pain was now replaced by a rush of ecstasy like a train coming head on
into the station, increasing, increasing until it was the only think I
could feel. I was surprised it took Miguel that long to find it, and when
he did, he began to stroke and pushed into the same spot knowing full
well that every thrust he gave, my lips quivered in sexual bliss.
"Ugh! Ahh! Miguel! Oh!," I moaned again, like a common whore.
"Ugh! You like being penetrated Ibarra? Now, I'll say this again, lick
it!", he repeated again, his eyes now glassy, his eyebrows furrowed.
I hesitantly shoved my tongue and licked the barrel of his revolver.
Saliva dribbled down the metal shaft as I coursed my tongue up and down
its entire length. My lips lapped up the steel diameter, unminding of the
sheer humiliation this may look. I then licked the trigger and began to
lick Miguel's finger on the trigger bar. I felt a twitch when my wet
tongue came into contact with his taut skin. My tongue must have a mind
of its own for I saw myself swept with lust that I proceeded to wet his
palm and the back of his hand. I licked it, swept my tongue over it,
sucked the skin, and lapped every hair and every pore of his hand. I
looked into Miguel's eyes and saw his smirk has transformed into this
lustful abandonment- his eyes tightly shut, his mouth agape, his eyebrows
furrowed with intense pleasure and sweat, beads of sweat, ran down his
face like dewdrops in the morning.
"Ohhh Ibarra! That's...! Ugh!", he cooed.
I stopped my hand worshipping to study his reaction. He opened his eyes
and looked at me, his smirk returned; his tongue licked his upper lip
like a hungry lion.
"Heheheh! If you can only see yourself now, Teniente!," Miguel laughed
mockingly. He retracted the gun and pushed the barrel into my mouth. He
gave a grunt, his pelvis rocking into me with a newfound momentum, and
said, "Suck it Ibarra, like it was my penis!"
I complied immediately. To have a gun inserted into one's mouth is enough
to leave every bit to hesitation at the door. I slurped at the metal
tube, sucking it like it was Miguel's own manhood. I closed my eyes to
imagine what would the real penis of my rapist tastes like? The brown
skin and his dark purple glans, the thickness of his muscular shaft, the
tortuous veins that flow through his member, the musk of his pubic hair,
the soft corrugation of his dark scrotum, and even the sweat that rolls
down from his stomach which collects in his bush. It was enough to burst
my dam.
"Enough!", Miguel barked.
I immediately withdrew and felt his increase of momentum. His gyrations
sped up heating up the lining of my anus. He must have heard the
splish-splashing sound of his clear juices lubriciously coating and
rubbing my insides for I saw his lips twinged with abject lust. My pelvis
felt his penis massaging that erotic spot with each of his plunge. It was
terrific and I was losing control of my senses. I felt as if I was being
pushed to the edge with no pang of humiliation whatsoever.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!", Miguel moaned, continuing his non-stop ravage
against my innocence.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!!!", I responded with equal intensity and lust. He
must have sensed that I was already enjoying this wild act of perversion
that Miguel's smirk curled up once more.
"Ugh! Ugh! You like that whore? Ugh!", he said.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! No...!. Ah!"
With one deep forceful thrust, he managed to make me yelp with orgasmic
ecstasy.
"UUUHHHMMM!!", I squealed.
"Ugh! Take that you pig, you tight whore! Ugh!", Miguel growled while
continuing his deep thrusts in and out of my already reddened entrance.
I looked at his chiseled brown body and marveled at the tautness, the
masculinity that bore in every groove and crevice. His chest was tight
with sinewy muscles, his brown shoulders bulging with muscles; his
stomach rippled with packed muscles, his arms glistened with its muscles.
His clean sharp face, that high cheekbones, that muscled neck, I think
I'm beginning to see my junior officer in another light.
"Ugh! Ugh! You like my body Ibarra?? Put your hands on my chest!", He
said.
I hesitated for a split second, not knowing how to approach him. Perhaps
it was a mix of fear and embarrassment that made me stop from exploring
his chest.
Miguel automatically swung the revolver and aimed it at my head. He
snarled, "Ugh! Do it Ibarra! I know you want to! I've seen that look
since we arrived here! Touch it or die!"
With his one arm clutching my left thigh guiding him in his rape, his
other hand was steady as steel, ready to blow my head off.
I blinked and my hands shot up and touched the brown statue in front. I
felt the sweat that glazed his torso. My fingers made their way to his
brown ribs, then to his raisin-like nipples already hard from lust, then
to the muscles of his sternum. I returned to his nipples and flicked it
and rubbed it thus eliciting a low moan from Miguel.
"Ohhh! Yeah, Ibarra! Feel that! Ugh!"
I continued exploring his warm glistening body. His stomach was like a
cobra rotating to and fro, his bulging muscles hard yet smooth.
Suddenly, Miguel gave a couple more plunges and removed himself from me.
I felt my anus suddenly empty. He dropped the revolver at the floor and
jumped up on me, his knees pinning my arms into the bed, his manhood
right in front of my face. Without warning, I felt him grasp my jaw
forcing it to open. I complied.
"Suck it Ibarra! NOW!" he snapped.
With lust plastered on both our faces, I readily opened my mouth and
sucked on his throbbing manhood. I licked the oozing glans, the underside
of it which made Miguel moan louder, then I sucked the whole length
deeply as it crept into my throat. The taste was indescribably savoury. I
could taste the thick saltiness of his juices as well as the musky
earthiness of mine. My lips began to milk the base of his penis
extracting the source of his essence. Soon enough, I felt his head oozing
more and more liquid coating my tongue and palate with slippery
saltiness.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Suck it Ibarra! I'm going to shoot!!!" he groaned
lustily. Miguel increased his tempo, his pelvis grinding its weight on
top of my head. His hands snaked its way at the back of my head and he
used my head as a lever to synchronize his momentum.
I was already gasping for breath, my hands were flailing but because his
knees rested on my shoulders, I was incapacitated to full measure. My
penis on the other hand was oozing rivulets of clear liquid. I had no
opportunity to indulge myself in my own release and this made the torture
even more exquisite.
With more minutes of Miguel's brown pelvis being ground to my face, his
penis acting as a gag, I think I was only a hairbreadth away from falling
unconscious. His penis has entered my throat plowing in and out, wetting
his way inside. I had not imagined Miguel to be this thick.
"UGH! HERE IT COMES!! OOOOHHHH!!!!!", he yelped.
All of a sudden, Miguel clasped his hands hard on my head and lurched his
groin into my mouth. I felt the floodgates opened and inundated my entire
throat. I gagged and gagged but Miguel held my head hard never letting it
go. His semen coated my mouth like slimy cobwebs which he continued force
his way in and out. His taste was salty and chlorine-like but it was not
enough to make me want to vomit. I simply let his male essence flow down
my throat lapping every drop.
Miguel rested for a minute, his penis still inside me. I massaged and
suck more from his limp penis but to no avail. His fluids were limited,
and I do not plan to waste it.
"Ah! Ah! Stop Ibarra! It's.. Ah!", he pleaded.
Miguel shifted his body and laid down next to me. I looked at his flushed
and sweat-covered face and saw the satisfaction of someone who has just
released all the pent-up tension in their veins.
When Miguel saw me eyeing him, he turned towards me and grabbed my jaw
and said lustily, "Ibarra, now tell me, who do you belong to now? Whose
whore are you now?"
"Y-y-yours Miguel," I croaked.
"That's good," He said, his face was without any shred of emotion. "Now
that you know your place, I have some things to discuss with you
tomorrow. But now...!"
I could not resist asking him. "M-miguel, have you always hated me this
much?"
SLAP! Miguel backhanded me with such a force that some of his creamy
fluids dripped from my lips.
"Hmph! You're so stupid Ibarra. You still don't understand do you? Until
now, you still don't know me," Miguel said, his voice was tinged with
sadness and disappointment. "But we'll see."
Miguel stood up and without even putting on his pants, he walked towards
the door and called out for Felipe. I saw his muscles rippled on his back
like one of Michelangelo's sculptures. The sweat on his brown skin cast
a golden glow against the orange heat of the kerosene lamp. His buttocks
were round and full to the bite. That is probably why I kept wondering
if Miguel was just seducing me with his buttocks, but now I know that it
was naturally firm and robust. How I would like to sink my penis into his
inner sanctum!
Miguel must have another eye on his head for when I was drinking the
sight of his body framed against the door, he turned his head towards me
and gave me a leering smile. He even winked!
"Felipe! Hurry!", Miguel shouted. I could hear footsteps walking towards
the hut; actually two sets of footsteps. What has my junior officer
planned tonight?
Miguel turned towards me and walked to the window and waited. After
several seconds, I heard the footsteps scrambling towards the door. My
eyes widened when Private David Colt entered the room, followed by a
smirking Felipe with his rifle cocked towards the prisoner.
"You can go Felipe!" Miguel ordered the young sentry. "Make sure no one
enters the room, understand?"
"Si!" He gladly answered. Felipe went out and closed the door behind him.
Miguel followed Felipe to the door and locked it.
My eyes shifted from the naked Miguel to the equally naked David Colt!
What is this? Why is he naked? My mind was reeling at this absurdity. It
seems that the hole I have dug myself into is deep than I have imagined!
"You Amerikano! Stand up!", Miguel roared.
The frightened and broken soldier immediately stood up. In front of me
was another David-even though he still has the muscular body with the
buttermilk complexion and the dirty blond hair, this one looked defeated,
his spirit gone. His hands were bound in abaca twine. There were
numerous bruises all around his body, from his thighs, to his back, to
his chest and to his head. I saw that his in his hands were burn marks
where several cigarettes have intentionally landed. There was even was
a cut on his forehead! What happened!?
"W-what what?," I stammered
"What happened? HA-HA-HA!" Miguel mockingly laughed. "This is your fault
Ibarra! HA-HA-HA!"
"H-how?" I said.
"You see, because of your leniency, this boy thought that we Filipinos
are all pushovers! He thought that we readily cave in like you did! And
that because we are brown, he felt he doesn't have to answer us! Well, he
was wrong." Miguel confidently said. "We needed information about you and
he was stubborn to withhold it, so we were forced to extract it in ways
similarly employed by the Americans against us."
"You used the water-cure torture?"
"Nearly. When I explained to him about that, after singeing his hands, he
broke down. And we know everything Ibarra, there's no use hiding it."
Miguel crowed. He stood beside David Cold and grabbed the cheeks of his
buttocks.
I heard the Amerikano sucked air. Miguel's eyes looked steadily towards
me, perhaps mocking me to react, waiting for me to say the wrong things.
Miguel said, "And my my, he does have a firm ass I tell you Ibarra. But
yours is much better- tighter in fact!" He squeezed the boy's buttocks
making him wince. "Tell me, Lt. Ibarra belongs to whom, boy?"
". . ."
"WHOSE, BOY?," Miguel shouted.
"Umm, yours sir. Absolutely yours.", David softly said. I saw the defeat
in his eyes, the surrender of his body and mind to the fury of Miguel
Tibo-on. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He must have felt so
humiliated at this point! To think that a couple of nights before, he was
threatening the leader of the Filipino troops here in Mt. Tanginamo, and
now he was back to nothing. His threats backfired and he was on the grill
ready to be roasted.
I shooked my head and said to my other officer," Miguel please let this
boy go, he had enough. Now that you know ALL about me, we can talk about
it." I forced my voice to be as pleading as possible.
"WHAT? HAHAHAHA!," Miguel laughed mirthlessly. "Even now Ibarra, you
still have feelings for him?" Miguel pushed the naked trussed-up
Amerikano on my bed nearly knocking me off.
Miguel smirked and said, "If what you said to me a while ago is true
Ibarra, prove it! Prove to me that you belong to me now! I say, prove
it!"
"What?? How?", I said, thinking how incredulous this has become.
"There's the means," Miguel said pointing to David "prove to me by taking
his ass!"
". . ." I was stunned. I looked at the boy and saw his eyes pleading to
me not to do it. His buttocks were red with welts and just at the cleft
of his round firm buttocks was a dried smear of reddish hue. Blood! David
has been raped before!
Miguel knew I was thinking about the rape as I gazed upon David's ass.
"He is not anymore fresh, but you have to prove to me you are mine
Ibarra! Or else...!" Miguel stooped down to pick up his revolver and said,
"...! this might help you to decide!" He cocked his gun at me.
I was frantic. "Please Miguel! Not this! I don't want...!" I heard Miguel
releasing the safety.
"Do it Ibarra! SHOW ME!" He snarled.
The kerosene lamp was still half-full when an agonizing cry pierced the
silence of the night. The soldiers manning the front were not surprised
as to where it came from for everyone knew what happened during that
fateful afternoon. One of them, a lad named Santiago commented, "Hah!
After being fucked all afternoon by all of us, the Amerikano is sure to
howl like a madman!"
Yesterday, my body was racked with the worst fever I have ever felt. It
was aggravated with the stupidities of Pvt. Colt and the fishing
expedition of Sgt. Tibo-on. I must have slept nicely after Miguel Tibo-on
left for it was already dusk when I opened my eyes. The aspirin tablets
that I drank before sleeping helped tremendously. For now, I feel much
better.
Probably because of my febrile state yesterday, I became too sensitive
with my discussion with David that I shouted in front of the boy's face
without thinking of the consequence. That night, I began to have my
regrets and a knot in my heart began to pulse madly, complaining how
shabbily I treated this boy who tried everything he could to help me.
The hut was bathed in the orange glow of my kerosene lamp. Felipe, one
of my two sentries, was really obliging in carefully lighting the lamp.
As he and Carlos made up the room, spread the mosquito nettings, and lit
the mosquito coil, I took the cold bowl of chicken soup and drank its
entire contents. I was so hungry that time that even though my soup has
somewhat congealed, with its upper layer of oil hardened, it tasted
terribly good.
"Carlos, has Dr. Lim arrived yet?," I genially asked.
"Not yet, Teniente Ibarra. But we know he is in town, so I know he will
come," he said in Tagalog.
"Salamat." Thank you.
The boys exited the hut and went to their sentry positions near the door.
I slipped into my slippers and went to the bathroom where I indulged in a
cold bath rinsing all the grime and the sweat. The large earthen jar of
water was nearly empty, so I reminded myself to ask the two boys again to
replenish it. I toweled down and chose a loose "camisa chino" and cotton
pants for my evening wear. It felt really good to be fresh and clean. I
called the boys again and they immediately changed my beddings and
pillowcases and replenished my bath water. Such are the benefits of
being an officer!
After arranging my papers on my writing desk, I suddenly remembered that
David Colt rifled through my personal effects inside my trunk! "Dios de
mi alma! My revolver!," my mind screamed. My heart stopped beating and
cold sweat tumbled from my temple. I rushed at the foot of my bed towards
my trunk and paused nervously before opening the Pandora's Box.
I shifted my weight and crouched in front of the trunk. I sucked the air
in and my hands gently lifted the cover. The first glow of light that
touched its insides revealed everything was tampered with. My books, my
saber, my gala uniform with my epaulets and gold trimmings, my locked
journal, my photos were all there, but there were rearranged haphazardly.
My first aid kit that rested on top of the pile was also intact except
for the amber bottle of aspirin.
I dug at the far right corner where I remembered depositing my revolver
case; I knew it was fully loaded, so with such a weapon under David's
hands means a serious breach of security. I cannot forgive myself it was
indeed taken under my nose.
My right hand reached inside and fingered the outline of my leather
revolver holster. I sighed with relief when my fingers felt the hard
metal of my revolver handle. I knew for sure that David did not steal my
gun. I was tempted to fish it out and count the bullets but I thought
otherwise. I gave a deep breath thinking that that soldier could easily
have taken me hostage using my own weapon! The knot in my heart was
beating hard and a pang of guilt crept inside my head. Damn!
Suddenly I heard people coming up my hut. I recognized Sgt. Tibo-on's
voice and my two guards exchanging salutes. Entering my bedroom were Sgt.
Tibo-on and Dr. Lim.
Dr. Agustino Lim, a balding, portly grey-haired doctor smoothened the
creases from his white suit. It was written in his dossier that Dr. Lim
was in fact a son of refugees from Canton during the Opium Wars with
Britain. Leaving China, both parents took everything they had and got
the first ticket on the Eastern Pearl steamship bound for Manila. Upon
arriving, the couple wandered from town to town hawking cheap Canton silk
until they settled in Calaca where the young Agustino was born and
baptized. I read that it was a decade of trading silk, rice and coffee
that the Lim family fortune grew substantially. The elder Lim suggested
that Agustino will study Medicine at the Sto. Tomas University to which
his son gladly complied, and graduated with high honors. Agustino went
back to Calaca to practice medicine and his very amiable nature has
endeared him to the townspeople. When we arrived in Calaca, Dr. Lim was
one of the first people who welcomed us and feted us with wine and
cigars. He treated many soldiers who fought in the 1896 revolution, and
currently, the American war. The cures of his were very effective
though some were wary that this Chinaman of a doctor might poison them in
their sleep. They were wrong, of course. I must admit Dr. Lim has saved
countless souls and for this, I put my trust in his capable hands.
"Lt. Ibarra, Dr. Lim is here. I see you have freshened up," Sgt. Tibo-on
said, a forced smile plastered on his face.
I nodded at my officer and turned to Dr. Lim. "Glad you could come at
such a short notice, doctor. I have not been feeling well for the last
few days."
"Don't you worry son. That's why I'm here, anything for the cause of
freedom. I'm honored that you still remember me," Dr. Lim said with much
enthusiasm.
"Of course, you're the only doctor left in Calaca, you have to come!
Ha-ha-ha!," Sgt. Tibo-on interjected. Dr. Lim's Chinese face went pink.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Of course!" I laughed. Such frivolities in life are rare
nowadays, so we have to savor each moment's humor.
"Ha-ha-ha! Now son, lie on your bed while I get your history and examine
you," Dr. Lim said gamely. I immediately complied and then laid
comfortably on the kapok-filled mattress. The doctor placed his
medicine bag on the rattan chair and proceeded to take out his
instruments.
It probably took us an hour or so to finish everything up. He asked me
about my diet and what I did before the symptoms started. He asked Sgt.
Tibo-on whether some of the soldiers have the same kind of symptoms, to
which the officer answered negatively. Dr. Lim asked me to remove my
shirt while he poked my stomach, palpated my neck, auscultated my chest,
peered into my throat and manipulated me in everyway imaginable.
Thankfully, I was comfortable with Dr. Lim. His touch was very soothing.
My eyes looked apprehensively at Sgt. Tibo-on but his face was
fascinated at Dr. Lim's examination. I was not sure whether he was
engrossed at the esoteric practice of my doctor-friend, or he was staring
intently at my glistening torso. I could not be sure if it was indeed
his tongue that darted from his lips or just a play of shadows cast by
the kerosene lamp, but when I saw Tibo-on shifted his weight
unnecessarily, I spied his groin and saw an unnatural vertical bulge
tenting obscenely. I think he saw me staring at his crotch that Sgt.
Tibo-on apologized to Dr. Lim and excused himself hurriedly out of the
room.
After much ado, Dr. Lim told me with flourish that all I had was a simple
flu. This was a relief for I was afraid I had already contracted malaria!
Or worse, some form of venereal disease from Pvt. Colt! I was so grateful
that I immediately hugged Dr. Lim. The good doctor I think was slightly
taken aback by my unusual affection. After all, he was already balding
and in his mid-fifties, so I do not think it was because I had some
sexual designs for him, but rather mere happiness.
He gently pushed me back and he immediately looked for a prescription
pad. His smooth white hand wrote what seemed to be Chinese characters but
was in fact a prescription for his patented Salve of Chinchansu, his
panacea for all causes of fever. He took out a pink oblong canister
containing a greasy, lemon-colored paste and told me in his gravest tone
how to carefully apply the guano-smelling salve onto my neck and chest.
Thinking about the drug makes me want to vomit!
I was about to give the doctor some pesos for the bill, but his hand
stopped me.
"It's perfectly alright, son. Your friend, Simeon has already paid me
beforehand so do not worry about it. Basta, Lt. Ibarra! Just follow my
instructions and you will be cured in less than two days. I shall take my
leave now so you can have your rest."
Before Dr. Lim showed himself out of my hut, he gave me a letter from my
friend, Simeon Ledesma. No doubt he wrote his intention to collect my
debt! Affixed in my journal is his crumpled letter:
"Dear friend,
I am praying for your health here in Calaca. As you know,
your welfare is the utmost concern for all of us here. Who shall protect
us then from those blood-thirsty Americanos if not you and your men? My
sisters and I are full of trepidation for your safety. They say they
terribly missed your company, that which I have to agree. Dr. Lim is
going to look at you, so be good and follow his directions. He may be a
bit excited with his ointments, but I assure you, they work perfectly!
I promise, I shall clear your debt as soon as I see you alive and well.
As of now, the interest is quickly accumulating, so I strongly suggest
you finish your business there on that God-forsaken jungle and come back
to Calaca, or I shall be forced to impose strict measures in collecting
payment from you. You have to realize that money is not necessarily the
only form of payment, and currently I am not in need of it.
Your good friend,
Simeon Ledesma"
It was good that Dr. Lim did not see me blush when I finished reading
Simeon's letter. I felt there was more to our friendship than meets the
eye. My thighs shudder at the thought of Simeon using me in ways
unimaginable. Unfortunately, my days here in Mt. Tanginamo was erratic! I
cannot definitely tell my men as to when our descent shall be because
General Miclat's reply had not arrived yet.
About a few minutes after Dr. Lim left the hut, Sgt. Miguel Tibo-on
entered quietly. His presence startled me from my blissful state. While
sitting on my bed, my flushed face betrayed my composure so I quickly
tucked the letter into my left pocket.
"Sir, I just want to report that Gen. Miclat's reply has arrived!",Sgt.
Tibo-on announced, his eyes leering towards my naked upper torso, his
voice a bit reserved. Was that his tongue wetting his lower lip that I
see?
"Good! I don't want to read all his florid excuses, so, I shall cut to
the chase. What did the old fart say?"
"Sir, he said that your request to transfer the Americanos to his custody
is granted. He is actually very happy in his letter sir. Gen. Miclat will
send a platoon of soldiers here to escort Pvt. Colt and Pvt. Wilkins in
two days time. So sir, after two days you won't have to worry about
stupid Americanos here in camp." Sgt. Tibo-on said, his eyes now darting
from my erect brown nipple to my glistening brown shoulders to my rigid
abdomen.
"That is good!" I asked.
"He also said sir to stay on our positions and not to engage with the
enemy until further orders," he added, his voice gaining more confidence.
"I see. Was that all he wrote?"
"Yes sir!," Sgt. Tibo-on said, a sly smile crept up his lips and his eyes
narrowed.
After a pause, he continued, "Ahh...! actually, no sir! H-he also a-asked
sir if you have done anything to the prisoners while on custody because
it was very rare that prisoners-of-war have a choice in requesting for a
transfer."
"B-but I do not remember putting that in writing! Are you sure he wrote
that?," I said. I was alarmed. My face became beet red and my jaw
slackened. I could not believe General Miclat would say such devious
things towards me, even if he has a vast spy system in these parts. I was
dumbfounded.
"That's what Gen. Miclat wrote sir. I'm just relaying to you his message.
If you haven't done anything to the Americanos sir, then you wouldn't
have anything to be afraid of, sir."
"I...! ahh...! I...! ahh...! of course!," I said indignantly. "He must be
mistaken Miguel! I only had official interrogations with the prisoners.
That is all! Nothing more!" My knuckles were fast turning white.
"He also wrote sir that any breach of protocol on POWs will be dealt
harshly! Those were his words sir!," Sgt. Tibo-on's said, his smirk
became well pronounced, his arms crossed together but a very obscene
bulge was beginning to form in front of his pants.
I protested. "Of course I knew that from the start! Hijo de puta! I am
dead sure my men, including you Sgt. Tibo-on, will not report any breach
of protocol to him because there is none to begin with!"
"Oh, I am not so sure about that Ibarra!," Sgt. Tibo-on cooed. He
retreated a few steps to lock the door.
"Huh?! And why not?," my voice was hard and sarcastic. I was afraid he
will be the one to betray me. That is my greatest fear- my men losing all
hope and confidence in my leadership. If Miguel Tibo-on will go against
my orders, I am sure my men will follow him instead of me mainly because
they fear him more. And respect him more.
Miguel approached the bed, his steps wide and confident. He stopped
directly in front of me and said "Because now, I know everything!" He
then laughed evilly. The bulge on his groin did not subside but rather
throbbed maliciously, aching for it to be free.
I know in an instant what Miguel meant. I was crestfallen, shocked and
frightened. I could not begin to explain that such a terrible feeling
does in fact, exist. My eyes glazed over and I was beginning to lose
myself. My lips trembled, I lost my voice. My stomach was in knots. I
couldn't hear myself breath.
"You know nothing! You're lying Miguel! Of all people!," I shouted.
Miguel Tibo-on bent forward towards me and then placed his right hand on
my jaw which he gripped firmly and pulled it towards his face.
"Oh? Don't I? Now I know what happened between you and Pvt. Colt, why you
were so damn lenient with him, why Pvt. Wilkins is still in shock and
still won't speak to anyone, why Pvt. Colt was so eager to sponge your
chest! You're a pervert Ibarra! God knows you are going to hell for
that!" He growled, his finger traced the sweat beading on my shoulders.
". . ." I was not able to speak another word. I was dumbstruck at this
turn of events. My mind was still processing where and how did I go
wrong.
Miguel continued, "I treated you like my own brother but I realized only
this afternoon that you're nothing but a pervert, a puta! I trusted you
and this is how you betray me!!??"
"You can't be serious! How...!?," I asked softly. My mind was still in a
haze.
"How? Ha-ha-ha!! You're a fool Ibarra! A gullible fool! After you went
back to sleep, I was curious why you had shouted at the boy. I had my
suspicions but I needed to be sure. So, I interrogated Pvt. Colt again
and found out that you let that bastard penetrated your ass! You! My
senior officer being penetrated by an enemy Amerikano and a lowly private
at that!"
"He blackmailed me!," I shouted. Tears streamed down my face like
rivulets. I was so humiliated, I don't think I had the face to look at my
junior officer.
Suddenly, I felt a strong slap hit my left cheek. "AAAH!," I cried out.
"Estupido! You're an officer and you let that prisoner blackmail you?,"
he said, his voice angrier than before.
I did not know where I got the courage to speak out to Sgt. Tibo-on, but
I could hear myself shout, "Yes! Yes, dammit! I let that estupido
Americano blackmail me because I was afraid I will lose face to all of
you, most especially to you Miguel! You are like my brother, dammit!"
The skin of my cheeks was wet from drops coursing down from my eyes.
"HAH! No brother of mine is a whore who'd let an enemy soldier violate
his ass! You're nothing in my eyes now Ibarra," he spat viciously, his
eyes narrowed.
"Please Miguel, don't say that! I was scared you would abandon me if you
found out! I could not tell you! PLEASE, M-Miguel!" More tears cascaded
from my cheeks like raindrops falling from the leaves. No amount of
wiping could stop the tears from flowing.
Sgt. Tibo-on was quiet for a few seconds, weighing what I had said. He
slapped me again on the other cheek and spat on my face. He grabbed my
jaw and leaned closer to my ear and said, "Abandon you?! You stupid
elitista! There is a war going on, why would you think the men and I
would abandon you just for this? Why would I abandon you? You know you
can talk to me about anything, but no! You decided to keep it a secret,
so hidden that you let a stupid Americano take advantage of you! If they
can play you into their hands like that, what more in the open field? You
disgust me Ibarra!"
"I d-did not t-think...!"
"You did not use your head! You were like a brother to me, but now you're
nothing but a filthy whore! Yes, you have become a filthy whore!"
"D-d-don't call me a w-who...!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My junior officer slapped my face so hard that I fell
back into my bed. Using his hands, Miguel forcefully spread my thighs
apart and pulled my hips towards his bulging groin. Even I was utterly
embarrassed by the situation, my member gradually thickened, the fabric
of my pants tight and bulging. Miguel's crotch was already bursting in
its seams that I felt the veins of his member throb as it rubbed against
my bulge.
"You ARE NOW a whore Ibarra! A filthy sinful whore! I'll show you how I
deal with whores!," he growled. He slowly unbuttoned his coat and took of
his shirt revealing a heavily muscled chest and a rigidly bulging
abdomen. His baked skin was taut all over and his veins on his chest and
arms pulsed. It was clear that Sgt. Tibo-on was excited from all this
because his mahogany nipples were hard and his breathing became labored.
"Stop this! I order you to stop this!," I insisted. "Please Miguel, do
not make the same mistake as that Amerikano did to me! No! Don't do it!
I'm still you o-officer, you just cannot do this! Y-you of all...!" My
hands swatted his fingers as they tried to pull down my pants and my
drawers.
Suddenly, Miguel pulled out his revolver and aimed at my head.
"Wh-what are you doing, Sgt. Tibo-on? Lest you forget, I am still your...!"
"You are nothing but a whore Ibarra! I spit at your name! For now, you
only have two choices! Either you close your mouth or I will shoot your
head! I can and will shoot you if you shout again, understand? What you
did with Pvt. Colt is treason which, you surely know, is punishable by
death!" He calmly said.
I thought, "Treason? For abusing a prisoner? I have not read such a
thing! Was he sure about his accusation? I could not be sure! Leche! I
should have read my 'manuales de guerra'!" My body stiffened with fright
as Sgt. Tibo-on detached the safety latch of his gun and cocked it on my
member. "Was he really going to shoot me!?"
My entire body trembled. My chest was full of resentment for this act of
treachery. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming that I began to tear
up. "I beg you Miguel...! don't...!," I croaked.
"Another word Ibarra, and your brown head will be no more! Ha-ha-ha!"
Miguel laughed lustily, his voice low and full of venom. He continued,
"Whores like you do not deserve your position! You shall now taste how
Miguel Tibo-on rape stupid filthy whores who do not deserve be an
officer! Ha-ha-ha!"
Miguel, with his left hand, yanked my pants down to the level of my
knees, and proceeded to yank my drawers down also. My hands were not
moving. My eyes were shut tight with tears streaming down my face. I know
he has a gun aimed at my head and I do not want to look at it.
The brown muscled soldier in front of me suddenly grabbed the front of my
shirt and also with one hand, ripped my shirt from my body. He was strong
and quick. I saw the torn remnants being thrown to the floor and my eyes
saw the evil smirk etched on Miguel's face like a lion about to eat his
prey. His eyes drank the sight in front of him. Miguel's tongue must
have salivated when he saw my well-formed chest and taut abdomen for I
saw him swallow. He blinked twice and his smirk became more crooked.
Miguel retched and spat on his right palm a large batch of saliva. He
fingered it and smothered it on the entire length his hard throbbing
brown penis that faced me like an angry fat cobra. His manhood glistened
with his spit and was ready to enter my inner sanctum.
"He-he-heh! If David got a piece of your ass, naturally, I must get some
too! I think I have more right in owning this nice round ass of yours
Ibarra, don't you think so?"
My face went a deeper shade of crimson. I felt so embarrassed that I
prayed that I'll die at that moment. I watched Miguel's eyes and saw
this deep-seated lust that was consuming his sanity. It was animalistic,
so raw, so Neanderthal. This is a new side of Miguel that I
unfortunately had the opportunity to meet. And I am terribly afraid of
this! This makes him totally unpredictable- all my assumptions of him
flew out of the window.
"DON'T YOU THINK SO?", Miguel growled louder.
I nodded my head to appease him.
His smirk widened as he began to stroke his manhood. My mind was reeling
from the drastic turn of events that has unfolded right before my eyes.
My entire world has turned upside down and I am at the mercy of Miguel.
Before, I thought David was to be my greatest fear, but now, seeing
Miguel in this hungry and lustful state, he took over the throne. He has
that tiger-like fury which would pounce on you when provoked.
"In that case Ibarra, then you should have thought of giving me first
taste of your round ass. Have you ever thought of being my whore before
David came into the camp?," he asked, his manhood hard and glistening
from his strokes.
My eyebrows shot up and my jaw slackened. I thought, "What the devil does
he mean by that? Neither am I a commodity to be tasted nor a pig to be
feasted upon! I don't have a label that says, 'Own me!' Miguel has to be
this stupid to assume that he has a 'right' to take away my virginity!"
Miguel, sensing my hesitation, grabbed the gun and aimed it at my face.
Not wanting to give the wrong answer, I just nodded. His finger clenched
the trigger steadily. It was known among us soldiers that Lt. Tibo-on is
one of the most skilled marksmen around.
Miguel smiled evilly and gave my right thigh a painful slap. He roared,
"Hah! I knew it you estupido! Don't worry; it's not too late to be one!
Ha-ha-ha!" His tongue licked his lips lewdly.
I cringed in further embarrassment. My shoulders trembled at the
realization that my junior officer has lost all respect for my humanity.
His stroking palm took his member and aimed at my puckering ass. I felt
his hard spongy throbbing cobra knocking on my behind, gently massaging
the dermal depression, coating it with his fluids. I strained my neck and
saw how thick his manhood was! It was like a battering ram being readied
for the siege. My mind was reeling with dread and fear for another
painful night!
Suddenly without warning, I felt the most exquisite pain being shoved
inside my rectum.
"UUUMMMMPPHHHHHH!!! IBARRAAAH!," Miguel roared as he plunged the entire
length of his member into me, his weight pinning me into the bed.
In one swoop, Miguel and I became one. Our pelvises touched and ground
each other's skin. The sweat that covered it began to emit a
slap-slapping noise.
"AAAAAHHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!!!," I yelled back. My eyes bulged out at the
searing pain. The feeling was tremendous. It was as if my lining was
bathed in burning acid. My hands flailed and pushed away Miguel's brown
glistening chest but no matter how hard I try, the muscled behemoth
raping me held on to me like an eagle's talons clasped into my skin.
His eyes were closed from the ecstasy of my tight entrance, his teeth
clenched from the pleasure wrought about his penetration. Miguel must
have felt the best sensation since whoring at Doña Victorina's for this
was the first time I saw him lost in deep lust.
The burning sensation was double than what I experience with Pvt. Colt.
Sgt. Tibo-on's penis, though not as long, but it was thicker than the
Americano's!
"UGH! UGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE A HOT HOLE IBARRA! UH! DIOS MIO! IT'S
SUCKING ME WHOLE!", my junior officer moaned lustily.
My lining inside must have gripped his penis like a vise stroking and
milking it like a well-oiled machine. He must have felt how every
contour, every ribbed surface, every undulation caressed his throbbing
manhood. I could feel him nudging inside me, harder, harder, pushing
inside me with such animalistic force.
"OOHHH IBARRAHH! YOU'RE SO TIGHT!!! TIGHTER THAN ANY WHORE!! UUGH!!",
Miguel moaned as he plunged deeper into me ass.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! MIGUEL! UGH!", I cried. My hole began to feel chafed and
raw as the pain from his assault began to mount.
"IF I HAD KNOWN YOU LIKE THIS, I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOU FROM DAY ONE!
UGH!", Miguel said.
"UGH! AHH! ENOUGH MIGUEL! OOHH! OWWW!", I moaned.
Without warning, Miguel pushed the aimed weapon on my lips and said,
"SHUT THE HELL UP IBARRAH! UGH! UGH! YOU TALK TOO MUCH! UGH!" With that,
Miguel shoved the gun inside my gaping mouth. I see he was not his normal
self, a new kind of Miguel has taken over with no qualms of assaulting
and humiliating his senior officer.
"LICK IT!", he commanded as he rotated his pelvis and ground it into my
hole.
My eyes widened. I was taken aback.
"UGH! OOOOOOOOHHHH!", I suddenly groaned in pleasure. His manhood must
have pounded the same spot David has discovered when he assaulted me. The
pain was now replaced by a rush of ecstasy like a train coming head on
into the station, increasing, increasing until it was the only think I
could feel. I was surprised it took Miguel that long to find it, and when
he did, he began to stroke and pushed into the same spot knowing full
well that every thrust he gave, my lips quivered in sexual bliss.
"Ugh! Ahh! Miguel! Oh!," I moaned again, like a common whore.
"Ugh! You like being penetrated Ibarra? Now, I'll say this again, lick
it!", he repeated again, his eyes now glassy, his eyebrows furrowed.
I hesitantly shoved my tongue and licked the barrel of his revolver.
Saliva dribbled down the metal shaft as I coursed my tongue up and down
its entire length. My lips lapped up the steel diameter, unminding of the
sheer humiliation this may look. I then licked the trigger and began to
lick Miguel's finger on the trigger bar. I felt a twitch when my wet
tongue came into contact with his taut skin. My tongue must have a mind
of its own for I saw myself swept with lust that I proceeded to wet his
palm and the back of his hand. I licked it, swept my tongue over it,
sucked the skin, and lapped every hair and every pore of his hand. I
looked into Miguel's eyes and saw his smirk has transformed into this
lustful abandonment- his eyes tightly shut, his mouth agape, his eyebrows
furrowed with intense pleasure and sweat, beads of sweat, ran down his
face like dewdrops in the morning.
"Ohhh Ibarra! That's...! Ugh!", he cooed.
I stopped my hand worshipping to study his reaction. He opened his eyes
and looked at me, his smirk returned; his tongue licked his upper lip
like a hungry lion.
"Heheheh! If you can only see yourself now, Teniente!," Miguel laughed
mockingly. He retracted the gun and pushed the barrel into my mouth. He
gave a grunt, his pelvis rocking into me with a newfound momentum, and
said, "Suck it Ibarra, like it was my penis!"
I complied immediately. To have a gun inserted into one's mouth is enough
to leave every bit to hesitation at the door. I slurped at the metal
tube, sucking it like it was Miguel's own manhood. I closed my eyes to
imagine what would the real penis of my rapist tastes like? The brown
skin and his dark purple glans, the thickness of his muscular shaft, the
tortuous veins that flow through his member, the musk of his pubic hair,
the soft corrugation of his dark scrotum, and even the sweat that rolls
down from his stomach which collects in his bush. It was enough to burst
my dam.
"Enough!", Miguel barked.
I immediately withdrew and felt his increase of momentum. His gyrations
sped up heating up the lining of my anus. He must have heard the
splish-splashing sound of his clear juices lubriciously coating and
rubbing my insides for I saw his lips twinged with abject lust. My pelvis
felt his penis massaging that erotic spot with each of his plunge. It was
terrific and I was losing control of my senses. I felt as if I was being
pushed to the edge with no pang of humiliation whatsoever.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!", Miguel moaned, continuing his non-stop ravage
against my innocence.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah!!!", I responded with equal intensity and lust. He
must have sensed that I was already enjoying this wild act of perversion
that Miguel's smirk curled up once more.
"Ugh! Ugh! You like that whore? Ugh!", he said.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! No...!. Ah!"
With one deep forceful thrust, he managed to make me yelp with orgasmic
ecstasy.
"UUUHHHMMM!!", I squealed.
"Ugh! Take that you pig, you tight whore! Ugh!", Miguel growled while
continuing his deep thrusts in and out of my already reddened entrance.
I looked at his chiseled brown body and marveled at the tautness, the
masculinity that bore in every groove and crevice. His chest was tight
with sinewy muscles, his brown shoulders bulging with muscles; his
stomach rippled with packed muscles, his arms glistened with its muscles.
His clean sharp face, that high cheekbones, that muscled neck, I think
I'm beginning to see my junior officer in another light.
"Ugh! Ugh! You like my body Ibarra?? Put your hands on my chest!", He
said.
I hesitated for a split second, not knowing how to approach him. Perhaps
it was a mix of fear and embarrassment that made me stop from exploring
his chest.
Miguel automatically swung the revolver and aimed it at my head. He
snarled, "Ugh! Do it Ibarra! I know you want to! I've seen that look
since we arrived here! Touch it or die!"
With his one arm clutching my left thigh guiding him in his rape, his
other hand was steady as steel, ready to blow my head off.
I blinked and my hands shot up and touched the brown statue in front. I
felt the sweat that glazed his torso. My fingers made their way to his
brown ribs, then to his raisin-like nipples already hard from lust, then
to the muscles of his sternum. I returned to his nipples and flicked it
and rubbed it thus eliciting a low moan from Miguel.
"Ohhh! Yeah, Ibarra! Feel that! Ugh!"
I continued exploring his warm glistening body. His stomach was like a
cobra rotating to and fro, his bulging muscles hard yet smooth.
Suddenly, Miguel gave a couple more plunges and removed himself from me.
I felt my anus suddenly empty. He dropped the revolver at the floor and
jumped up on me, his knees pinning my arms into the bed, his manhood
right in front of my face. Without warning, I felt him grasp my jaw
forcing it to open. I complied.
"Suck it Ibarra! NOW!" he snapped.
With lust plastered on both our faces, I readily opened my mouth and
sucked on his throbbing manhood. I licked the oozing glans, the underside
of it which made Miguel moan louder, then I sucked the whole length
deeply as it crept into my throat. The taste was indescribably savoury. I
could taste the thick saltiness of his juices as well as the musky
earthiness of mine. My lips began to milk the base of his penis
extracting the source of his essence. Soon enough, I felt his head oozing
more and more liquid coating my tongue and palate with slippery
saltiness.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Suck it Ibarra! I'm going to shoot!!!" he groaned
lustily. Miguel increased his tempo, his pelvis grinding its weight on
top of my head. His hands snaked its way at the back of my head and he
used my head as a lever to synchronize his momentum.
I was already gasping for breath, my hands were flailing but because his
knees rested on my shoulders, I was incapacitated to full measure. My
penis on the other hand was oozing rivulets of clear liquid. I had no
opportunity to indulge myself in my own release and this made the torture
even more exquisite.
With more minutes of Miguel's brown pelvis being ground to my face, his
penis acting as a gag, I think I was only a hairbreadth away from falling
unconscious. His penis has entered my throat plowing in and out, wetting
his way inside. I had not imagined Miguel to be this thick.
"UGH! HERE IT COMES!! OOOOHHHH!!!!!", he yelped.
All of a sudden, Miguel clasped his hands hard on my head and lurched his
groin into my mouth. I felt the floodgates opened and inundated my entire
throat. I gagged and gagged but Miguel held my head hard never letting it
go. His semen coated my mouth like slimy cobwebs which he continued force
his way in and out. His taste was salty and chlorine-like but it was not
enough to make me want to vomit. I simply let his male essence flow down
my throat lapping every drop.
Miguel rested for a minute, his penis still inside me. I massaged and
suck more from his limp penis but to no avail. His fluids were limited,
and I do not plan to waste it.
"Ah! Ah! Stop Ibarra! It's.. Ah!", he pleaded.
Miguel shifted his body and laid down next to me. I looked at his flushed
and sweat-covered face and saw the satisfaction of someone who has just
released all the pent-up tension in their veins.
When Miguel saw me eyeing him, he turned towards me and grabbed my jaw
and said lustily, "Ibarra, now tell me, who do you belong to now? Whose
whore are you now?"
"Y-y-yours Miguel," I croaked.
"That's good," He said, his face was without any shred of emotion. "Now
that you know your place, I have some things to discuss with you
tomorrow. But now...!"
I could not resist asking him. "M-miguel, have you always hated me this
much?"
SLAP! Miguel backhanded me with such a force that some of his creamy
fluids dripped from my lips.
"Hmph! You're so stupid Ibarra. You still don't understand do you? Until
now, you still don't know me," Miguel said, his voice was tinged with
sadness and disappointment. "But we'll see."
Miguel stood up and without even putting on his pants, he walked towards
the door and called out for Felipe. I saw his muscles rippled on his back
like one of Michelangelo's sculptures. The sweat on his brown skin cast
a golden glow against the orange heat of the kerosene lamp. His buttocks
were round and full to the bite. That is probably why I kept wondering
if Miguel was just seducing me with his buttocks, but now I know that it
was naturally firm and robust. How I would like to sink my penis into his
inner sanctum!
Miguel must have another eye on his head for when I was drinking the
sight of his body framed against the door, he turned his head towards me
and gave me a leering smile. He even winked!
"Felipe! Hurry!", Miguel shouted. I could hear footsteps walking towards
the hut; actually two sets of footsteps. What has my junior officer
planned tonight?
Miguel turned towards me and walked to the window and waited. After
several seconds, I heard the footsteps scrambling towards the door. My
eyes widened when Private David Colt entered the room, followed by a
smirking Felipe with his rifle cocked towards the prisoner.
"You can go Felipe!" Miguel ordered the young sentry. "Make sure no one
enters the room, understand?"
"Si!" He gladly answered. Felipe went out and closed the door behind him.
Miguel followed Felipe to the door and locked it.
My eyes shifted from the naked Miguel to the equally naked David Colt!
What is this? Why is he naked? My mind was reeling at this absurdity. It
seems that the hole I have dug myself into is deep than I have imagined!
"You Amerikano! Stand up!", Miguel roared.
The frightened and broken soldier immediately stood up. In front of me
was another David-even though he still has the muscular body with the
buttermilk complexion and the dirty blond hair, this one looked defeated,
his spirit gone. His hands were bound in abaca twine. There were
numerous bruises all around his body, from his thighs, to his back, to
his chest and to his head. I saw that his in his hands were burn marks
where several cigarettes have intentionally landed. There was even was
a cut on his forehead! What happened!?
"W-what what?," I stammered
"What happened? HA-HA-HA!" Miguel mockingly laughed. "This is your fault
Ibarra! HA-HA-HA!"
"H-how?" I said.
"You see, because of your leniency, this boy thought that we Filipinos
are all pushovers! He thought that we readily cave in like you did! And
that because we are brown, he felt he doesn't have to answer us! Well, he
was wrong." Miguel confidently said. "We needed information about you and
he was stubborn to withhold it, so we were forced to extract it in ways
similarly employed by the Americans against us."
"You used the water-cure torture?"
"Nearly. When I explained to him about that, after singeing his hands, he
broke down. And we know everything Ibarra, there's no use hiding it."
Miguel crowed. He stood beside David Cold and grabbed the cheeks of his
buttocks.
I heard the Amerikano sucked air. Miguel's eyes looked steadily towards
me, perhaps mocking me to react, waiting for me to say the wrong things.
Miguel said, "And my my, he does have a firm ass I tell you Ibarra. But
yours is much better- tighter in fact!" He squeezed the boy's buttocks
making him wince. "Tell me, Lt. Ibarra belongs to whom, boy?"
". . ."
"WHOSE, BOY?," Miguel shouted.
"Umm, yours sir. Absolutely yours.", David softly said. I saw the defeat
in his eyes, the surrender of his body and mind to the fury of Miguel
Tibo-on. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes. He must have felt so
humiliated at this point! To think that a couple of nights before, he was
threatening the leader of the Filipino troops here in Mt. Tanginamo, and
now he was back to nothing. His threats backfired and he was on the grill
ready to be roasted.
I shooked my head and said to my other officer," Miguel please let this
boy go, he had enough. Now that you know ALL about me, we can talk about
it." I forced my voice to be as pleading as possible.
"WHAT? HAHAHAHA!," Miguel laughed mirthlessly. "Even now Ibarra, you
still have feelings for him?" Miguel pushed the naked trussed-up
Amerikano on my bed nearly knocking me off.
Miguel smirked and said, "If what you said to me a while ago is true
Ibarra, prove it! Prove to me that you belong to me now! I say, prove
it!"
"What?? How?", I said, thinking how incredulous this has become.
"There's the means," Miguel said pointing to David "prove to me by taking
his ass!"
". . ." I was stunned. I looked at the boy and saw his eyes pleading to
me not to do it. His buttocks were red with welts and just at the cleft
of his round firm buttocks was a dried smear of reddish hue. Blood! David
has been raped before!
Miguel knew I was thinking about the rape as I gazed upon David's ass.
"He is not anymore fresh, but you have to prove to me you are mine
Ibarra! Or else...!" Miguel stooped down to pick up his revolver and said,
"...! this might help you to decide!" He cocked his gun at me.
I was frantic. "Please Miguel! Not this! I don't want...!" I heard Miguel
releasing the safety.
"Do it Ibarra! SHOW ME!" He snarled.
The kerosene lamp was still half-full when an agonizing cry pierced the
silence of the night. The soldiers manning the front were not surprised
as to where it came from for everyone knew what happened during that
fateful afternoon. One of them, a lad named Santiago commented, "Hah!
After being fucked all afternoon by all of us, the Amerikano is sure to
howl like a madman!"
Gay Philippine American War 08
July 27, 1900 2:00 p.m.
It has been two days since my last entry. My constitution up here in Mt.
Tanginamo is taking its toll. I am down with a harsh cough and fever since
it rained hard yesterday. I
I woke up this morning with an utterly painful headache and muscle pains. I
was literally burning, and sweating that I could hardly get up from my bed.
It was really unfortunate to get sick at a time as critical as this-
especially with a deranged prisoner breathing down on my neck.
The skies literally poured a deluge over our camp yesterday. It was so
sudden that I had to rush to the huts of both captives so that I could be
assured that they would not have a chance to escape. To my relief, my men
had already locked the doors and secured the windows of both huts. A couple
of them guarded Pvt. Wilkins' hut, while Pvt. Colt's has none, but I ordered
Sgt. Tibo-on to put up a guard on the adjacent hut to keep an eye on Colt's
hut. I had underestimated their zeal, but yesterday, they stand tall before
my eyes. Such loyal and ever-prepared men!
I was wet from the rain, my uniform was soaked badly and my boots were caked
with mud. It was perhaps an hour or so before I returned to my hut where I
took a short cold bath and hung my wet clothes on the bathroom line. I was
terribly tired that I immediately plopped on my bed and slept like a dead
man.
In the middle of the night, I woke with a start; my body was racked with
fever. The bed was wet with sweat and I felt the weight of the world sat on
top of my head. Near the bed was a tray of food and a glass of water. I
touched the bowl and it was cold. I had no appetite that evening so I turned
to my side and slept again. Before losing consciousness, I thought of Pvt.
Colt and how he threatened me to go to his hut each evening. My lips gave a
slight smile knowing that I reneged on my promise to the stupid Amerikano.
After that, everything became dark.
* * * *
The harsh light from the bamboo slats of my window crept into my eyes.
Feeling the uncomfortable heat, I opened my tired eyelids and saw that it
was already past noon. Slowly, I realized my body was feeling worse than
yesterday, my legs and arms were tender and my throat was still sore. My
fever, as I have feared, did not break.
My eyes darted to my writing table and saw that the tray of food from last
night was gone. Someone had removed it and in its place was an amber bottle
of salicylates and my overnight glass of water.
"Was it Sgt. Tibo-on?" I thought. "Well, it must be him for who else would
know where I hid my first aid kit? Sgt. Tibo-on! Always reliable!"
Suddenly, the bamboo door opened and in came David Colt. I was initially
flabbergasted how comfortably he entered my private space. No one ever
dared come barging in without a knock on the door, not even Sgt. Tibo-on.
This is, or rather was, my private sanctum, and now it is stained by the
sight of this handsome behemoth.
Pvt. Colt's face had a look of concern but when our eyes met, he became
poker-faced. David was carrying an enamel bowl of warm water and a sponge.
The soldier's shirt was rolled up to his muscled arms wherein I realized how
strong this hijo can be; the fabric was really tight around his arms! And
from his arms I saw the bulging veins and tanned skin which made him more
desirable.
"Wh-why are you here David?? Y-you are not supposed to enter my room
without, without...," I croaked. "and h-how did you managed to enter? H-how
did you know that I have..."
"This is no time to ask questions, sir. You have a very high fever and look
awfully pale," Pvt. Colt cut me off. He approached my bed and sat on the
adjacent rattan chair while resting the bowl on my writing table.
I turned my weak head towards him and smiled. He smiled back, albeit
fleetingly. He was quiet. The few seconds of silence between us was like an
eternal abyss.
"Gracias, hijo. Does Sgt. Tibo-on know you're here?," I said.
"Yes, Lt. Ibarra. I told him about your condition and at first, he did not
believe me. I insisted that you were not feeling well and you needed some
sponge bath. I explained to him how this will help you, and in the end, he
said yes. He said he will talk to Andres the Cook to make you some hot
chicken porridge and to fetch some doctor from the next town," David spoke
softly.
My throat tightened, and my eyes blurred. Pvt. Colt must have seen me
because his eyes shifted to the untouched bottle of aspirin.
"You didn't drink your medicine, sir. Sgt. Tibo-on told me to look for your
kit inside your trunk and I found these," he said softly, his thick hands
grasped the bottle and jiggled its contents in front of me. He put down the
bottle after taking out two white-colored pills which he placed beside my
glass. His hands then gently submerged the sponge into the bowl and he took
it out immediately wringing the extra water off.
"Hijo, wh-why are you doing this?" I said weakly.
"Because... who will back me up when you will hand me over to Gen. Miclat, Lt.
Ibarra? I need you to corroborate my story," he replied as he unbuttoned my
shirt exposing my sweat-covered torso. His face was impassive, but in a
split second, I saw sadness in his eyes.
"Is that all?"
"Yes sir." His poker face was bereft of any emotion as he placed the warm
sponge on my arms and shoulders and began to bathe it with warm water.
". . ." I grumbled at his answer, thinking there might be a more romantic
angle to it. I can not believe how foolish I was to have amorous feelings
for my enemy. I have condemned myself to hell for such a thought, but still,
what was that I saw in his eyes? Such mixed signals can be utterly
confusing! I must be on my guard. I must not fail Aguinaldo on my account.
My eyes squinted at his handsome masculine face, his golden hair. I must
have stared at his focused expression a bit too long that he looked at me
with surprise. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
David smirked and gave out a low chuckle while continuing to wipe my brown
chest with the wet sponge. His touch was gentle and sincere. His hands
brushed on my stomach and went up again to my chest, caressing my nipples as
he glided along my firm muscular grooves. My cheeks were livid as I was
turned-on by his ministrations and my mahogany nipples became hard.
"Hffft!" I sucked in.
"Are you alright, Lt.?", he asked.
"I'm alright. It's just the pain in my stomach."
Pvt. Colt smirked some more. "That's because you did not touch your food.
You better eat something first before taking your aspirin. My dad once told
me that it makes your stomach hurt fierce if you take it on an empty
stomach." His sponge traveled to my stomach leaving a wet sheen in its
trail.
He lifted my right arm and sponged my shoulders, my hands all the way to my
armpits. I saw him breathed deeply as he brushed the dark-haired depression
of my pits. Pvt. Colt took the sponge and rinsed it again in the bowl. He
repeated this on my left arm and he asked me (in a patriarchal tone) to sit
up so he can sponge my sweat-covered back. I felt so weak and sore from the
illness that Pvt. Colt helped me to sit up, his strong muscled arms draped
on my shoulders pulling me forward.
"You have a nice back, Lt.," he chuckled. "All taut and defined."
I was too embarrassed to react. He must have sensed this for he left out
another chuckle.
"Heh-heh-heh! I guess no one has yet complimented about your nice physique,
Lt. Ibarra. Seeing yours makes me want to take you down and do you all over
again!", Pvt. Colt hissed lustily. His hand laid the sponge down on the
bowl, and with both hands, he explored my muscled back pressing on each
bulge and crevice, his thumb traced the bumps of my spine, his fingers
caressed my ribs. I felt his palm kneading the nape of my neck massaging my
sore mucles. It felt fantastic, just like the time I was feted inside Doña
Victorina's brothel- the girl's hands massaged me for hours, her nubile
fingers digging, mashing and rubbing my back with perfumed oil.
"Ahhhh," I moaned. I know I was already burning with fever, but his
ministrations were only making me hot. "Please David!"
"Yeah? You want me to stop, Lt. Ibarra?", he mocked.
"Ummm... No... I mean, yes... now... I do not like this when I'm...," I pleaded.
"Vulnerable?" he sarcastically said.
I was about to say "when I'm not feeling well," but the way he said it made
it appear that I am weak and helpless. That is so false. Being sick
naturally makes one vulnerable.
"No. Just... just finish your sponge bath please. I want to rest afterwards."
Pvt. Colt gave out a snort, mocking me for being so naïve. "Ok Lt., I have
to sponge your legs and everything down there. Do you want me to unbutton
your pants?"
"No!" I said in such alarm that even I was startled by my reaction. "Sorry,
I didn't mean to burst out like that. No, I'll do it. You already have so
much to do. I don't want to impose on you further." I hurriedly unbuttoned
my pants and shucked it off on the edge of the bed leaving me with nothing
but my light cotton drawers.
"Really Lt. Ibarra? Or are you just afraid I'll do something you'll enjoy?"
"What?? David," I said in an exasperating tone, "after what you did to me, I
think... I think... never mind! Just finish the bath and you can go."
David sighed and proceeded to withdraw my shorts. My brown member was now
exposed, limp and uninterested. I watched his eyes eat up the sight in front
of him. I felt his eyes traveled from my dark curly pubic region down to my
thick member down to my scrotum. David's face was contorted with lust, his
mouth salivating, his throat bobbing up and down.
"Anything wrong David?" I asked, a smile crept up my lips.
"Nothing sir," he gulped. "I... I... umm... This is the first time I have seen a
goo-goo penis up so close. It is so brown and... and... dark... just like a
chocolate bar! It looks like a nigger's but slightly lighter in color. And
your balls sir! They look like chocolate eggs!"
I was incredulous. Here was a big Amerikano ogling at a native's penis while
mocking it with racist remarks. I asked him pointedly, "Why David? Did you
not have the time to enjoy looking at mine while you RAPED me?" I made sure
to emphasize on the last part.
He suddenly looked at me with a flash of anger. "No goo-goo face! That time
t'was so dark that I did not see your ugly nigger cock, but in this light, I
can well see how black and ugly it is! Probably uglier than a nigger's!" His
voice was loud and full of venom.
I blanched when he said it. It was a shock to hear such blatant remarks. My
face must have been drained of blood for I felt a bit nauseous. I was
terribly hurt- perhaps more hurt than angry. My mind could not process the
possibility that David was merely being sarcastic. I clenched my fists, my
knuckles went white and my lips quivered nervously. I was about to give
David a piece of my mind but I decided not to press the issue further. I did
not want to aggravate my illness. I needed my rest and anything more like
this will surely extend my symptoms. I turned my head away from him and
looked out on the window.
David must have realized his sudden outburst for he became livid with
embarrassment. He quickly sat on the bed near my shoulders and profusely
apologized for his remarks.
"SO SORRY Lt. Ibarra! I'M... I'M SO SORRY, I did not mean what I said just
now. SO SORRY! Forgive me! IT WAS A JOKE, SIR!," David's voice was
faltering. He was about to cry for I could hear him sniffling. "I APOLOGIZE,
Sir! I won't make such a rude remark again! Please don't get angry with me!"
I continued to stare at the leaves outside the window. The hurt did not go
away, but a wave of indignation swept through me. Inside, I felt a volcano
was about to erupt. In a hard voice I said, "Leave me be Pvt. Colt. I can
finish sponging myself. Please leave."
Pvt. Colt was now crying like a child. His cheeks were burning red and wet
with tears. "Please Lt. Ibarra. I'm deeply sorry for having offended you.
Please Sir, let me finish sponging you. I promise I'll do it good! Oh, man!"
I realized he did not want to go. Nowhere was the cocky, haughty and
confident soldier that was here a while ago. In its place was a sniffling
whining child whose face was full of fear and remorse.
My throat was still choked with indignation that I could not think straight.
Suddenly, I snapped.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET YOUR UGLY AMERIKANO FACE OUT OF MY HUT! IF I SEE AS
MUCH AS YOUR HAIR AT THE DOOR, GOD FORGIVE ME, I'LL PERSONALLY SHOOT YOUR
HEAD! " I shouted at the top of my lungs. David looked shell-shocked- his
eyes widened, his jaw dropped and blood left his apologetic face.
My voice must have gone beyond the confines of my hut because as soon I
spoke the last syllable, I heard sound of running feet rushing towards my
hut. David, not knowing what to do or say, quickly stood up, stared blankly
for a half-second and rushed out of the hut, his feet making a huge noise on
the bamboo floor as he ran away.
In less than a minute, twenty of my men huddled outside my hut talking
amongst themselves about my sudden outburst. They daren't go inside my hut.
They fear me for they know (and have seen) how wicked I become once you get
my goat. That is, everyone except for Sgt. Tibo-on.
Sgt. Miguel Tibo-on is two years my senior, a very muscular and ruggedly
handsome officer with deep bronzed skin whose torso tapers into a letter 'V'
and whose head is shaved except for some hair which he let them fall on his
forehead. He is a bit shorter than I am, but thrice as strong. Sgt. Tibo-on
started fighting the Spanish in 1896 under Bonifacio, then the Americans in
1899 under Aguinaldo. All that training and discipline shaped him into a
very desirable and valuable officer.
If am the master tactician in this campaign, he is the oil that makes
everything work smoothly. He is one of my best men who can control the
behavior of every person in the camp. His presence alone dissolves any kind
of chaos and it is place, pure martial order. No one below him can do
anything without his knowledge and consent, and yet, all of my men love him.
They see him as a fatherly figure who can protect them in times of need. Even
I myself need his counsel and support from time to time. I see in him a
brother I never had, and I believe his feelings for me are mutual. Whether
he suspects I am deviant, I can never truly tell. At first he dissuaded me
to let this Pvt. Colt to run free without any sentry guarding him, but
because he respected me as his superior, he deferred to my order. Most
importantly, he is the only one who is not afraid of me and who can talk
sense into my head.
Sgt. Tibo-on entered my hut and approached my bed.
"Sir, is everything alright? We heard your screams all the way at the
promontory," he said.
"Yes, everything is fine sergeant. I just had some disagreements with Pvt.
Colt," I stated flatly.
"Ahhh yes, Pvt. Colt!," Sgt. Tibo-on said with a glint in his eyes, "Do not
worry, sir! A couple of my men found him entering his hut. I placed two
guards there to make sure he won't escape." He looked out of the window and
continued, "He told me that he would like to give you a sponge bath since
you felt sick since yesterday. I gave him my consent, which I now truly
regret."
"Don't be!" I sighed. "It is just there were some disagreements between me
and David. He seemed, how shall I say it? Unpredictable." I looked at Sgt.
Tibo-on's face and saw a look of concern much like that of an older brother
to a younger brother in trouble.
Sgt. Tibo-on spied the rattan chair and said, "May I?" while pointing to it.
"Please, sit down. Don't be so formal with me Miguel. It's just you, me, the
men and the jungle," I said as I tried to put up a sincere smile for Sgt.
Tibo-on. "Being sick with fever make men do the most stupid things."
"So Ibarra," Sgt. Tibo-on said, comfortable with calling me by my last name
since we both find my first name too tedious to say. "Has Pvt. Colt, umm..
David, been harassing you lately? You looked uptight whenever he is around."
"No, I don't think so," I lied.
"Please Ibarra. You know you can tell me anything. You have trusted me like
a brother since the first time we've met. If you are worried that I will
judge you, don't. I have seen a lot worse than you can imagine."
I gave out a long drawn sigh. "You might as well know. David dug out some
information from my past and he has been using this to blackmail me. But
now, he said some things that should have been kept privately. After he said
it, I lost my head." I cannot bring myself to divulge all the sexual
liaisons David imposed on me. I do not think Sgt. Tibo-on will understand
much less tolerate.
"I see," Sgt. Tibo-on replied, still unconvinced. "How can something be so
bad that he was able to blackmail you?"
"..."
"I may not understand it yet Ibarra, but I'd like you to know that I shall
always be here as a friend and confidant. Listen, the men are waiting for
Gen. Miclat's reply which is due to arrive today, so I have to be there to
intercept it. The doctor shall arrive here soon, probably late afternoon if
not, tonight. So it would be better if you rest, eat the chicken soup Andres
is cooking for you and pray the rosary to clear your thoughts."
"Thanks Miguel. You are like a brother I wish I had," I said. I think I said
it too sincerely for I felt a tinge of red sneaking on my face.
Sgt. Tibo-on's face lit up and smiled warmly at me. He wanted to say
something, but stopped. He shook his head and smiled again. "Ok. I shall
leave you now. Felipe and Carlos are there outside your hut if you need
anything." He looked at me again and slowly stood up pushing away the chair
behind him.
"Miguel, can you take these away?" I said, my hands waved over the enamel
pot and the floating sponge. "I don't need it now."
"I see. Ahhh..." His eyes darted from the sponge and onto my shorts-covered
groin. I had forgotten to pull up my pants! I think something clicked inside
Miguel's head that he suddenly looked embarrassed and his face became red. I
just wanted to die from the embarrassment right there. I turned my head
towards the window and stared at the listless leaves outside.
"I-I-I'll go now," he stammered. His eyes still lingered on my groin.
I nodded. "G-gracias Miguel. Por favor, let me sleep," I sheepishly said.
I'm embarrassed for not having the foresight to cover up the evidence. Now,
Miguel must have connected a few more ideas than I was willing to give.
Miguel stepped aside and walked towards the door. When he was halfway down
the bamboo steps, he looked at me again, paused, and smirked with his tongue
licking the top of his lips.
I stared stupidly at him and I shuddered at the thought.
It has been two days since my last entry. My constitution up here in Mt.
Tanginamo is taking its toll. I am down with a harsh cough and fever since
it rained hard yesterday. I
I woke up this morning with an utterly painful headache and muscle pains. I
was literally burning, and sweating that I could hardly get up from my bed.
It was really unfortunate to get sick at a time as critical as this-
especially with a deranged prisoner breathing down on my neck.
The skies literally poured a deluge over our camp yesterday. It was so
sudden that I had to rush to the huts of both captives so that I could be
assured that they would not have a chance to escape. To my relief, my men
had already locked the doors and secured the windows of both huts. A couple
of them guarded Pvt. Wilkins' hut, while Pvt. Colt's has none, but I ordered
Sgt. Tibo-on to put up a guard on the adjacent hut to keep an eye on Colt's
hut. I had underestimated their zeal, but yesterday, they stand tall before
my eyes. Such loyal and ever-prepared men!
I was wet from the rain, my uniform was soaked badly and my boots were caked
with mud. It was perhaps an hour or so before I returned to my hut where I
took a short cold bath and hung my wet clothes on the bathroom line. I was
terribly tired that I immediately plopped on my bed and slept like a dead
man.
In the middle of the night, I woke with a start; my body was racked with
fever. The bed was wet with sweat and I felt the weight of the world sat on
top of my head. Near the bed was a tray of food and a glass of water. I
touched the bowl and it was cold. I had no appetite that evening so I turned
to my side and slept again. Before losing consciousness, I thought of Pvt.
Colt and how he threatened me to go to his hut each evening. My lips gave a
slight smile knowing that I reneged on my promise to the stupid Amerikano.
After that, everything became dark.
* * * *
The harsh light from the bamboo slats of my window crept into my eyes.
Feeling the uncomfortable heat, I opened my tired eyelids and saw that it
was already past noon. Slowly, I realized my body was feeling worse than
yesterday, my legs and arms were tender and my throat was still sore. My
fever, as I have feared, did not break.
My eyes darted to my writing table and saw that the tray of food from last
night was gone. Someone had removed it and in its place was an amber bottle
of salicylates and my overnight glass of water.
"Was it Sgt. Tibo-on?" I thought. "Well, it must be him for who else would
know where I hid my first aid kit? Sgt. Tibo-on! Always reliable!"
Suddenly, the bamboo door opened and in came David Colt. I was initially
flabbergasted how comfortably he entered my private space. No one ever
dared come barging in without a knock on the door, not even Sgt. Tibo-on.
This is, or rather was, my private sanctum, and now it is stained by the
sight of this handsome behemoth.
Pvt. Colt's face had a look of concern but when our eyes met, he became
poker-faced. David was carrying an enamel bowl of warm water and a sponge.
The soldier's shirt was rolled up to his muscled arms wherein I realized how
strong this hijo can be; the fabric was really tight around his arms! And
from his arms I saw the bulging veins and tanned skin which made him more
desirable.
"Wh-why are you here David?? Y-you are not supposed to enter my room
without, without...," I croaked. "and h-how did you managed to enter? H-how
did you know that I have..."
"This is no time to ask questions, sir. You have a very high fever and look
awfully pale," Pvt. Colt cut me off. He approached my bed and sat on the
adjacent rattan chair while resting the bowl on my writing table.
I turned my weak head towards him and smiled. He smiled back, albeit
fleetingly. He was quiet. The few seconds of silence between us was like an
eternal abyss.
"Gracias, hijo. Does Sgt. Tibo-on know you're here?," I said.
"Yes, Lt. Ibarra. I told him about your condition and at first, he did not
believe me. I insisted that you were not feeling well and you needed some
sponge bath. I explained to him how this will help you, and in the end, he
said yes. He said he will talk to Andres the Cook to make you some hot
chicken porridge and to fetch some doctor from the next town," David spoke
softly.
My throat tightened, and my eyes blurred. Pvt. Colt must have seen me
because his eyes shifted to the untouched bottle of aspirin.
"You didn't drink your medicine, sir. Sgt. Tibo-on told me to look for your
kit inside your trunk and I found these," he said softly, his thick hands
grasped the bottle and jiggled its contents in front of me. He put down the
bottle after taking out two white-colored pills which he placed beside my
glass. His hands then gently submerged the sponge into the bowl and he took
it out immediately wringing the extra water off.
"Hijo, wh-why are you doing this?" I said weakly.
"Because... who will back me up when you will hand me over to Gen. Miclat, Lt.
Ibarra? I need you to corroborate my story," he replied as he unbuttoned my
shirt exposing my sweat-covered torso. His face was impassive, but in a
split second, I saw sadness in his eyes.
"Is that all?"
"Yes sir." His poker face was bereft of any emotion as he placed the warm
sponge on my arms and shoulders and began to bathe it with warm water.
". . ." I grumbled at his answer, thinking there might be a more romantic
angle to it. I can not believe how foolish I was to have amorous feelings
for my enemy. I have condemned myself to hell for such a thought, but still,
what was that I saw in his eyes? Such mixed signals can be utterly
confusing! I must be on my guard. I must not fail Aguinaldo on my account.
My eyes squinted at his handsome masculine face, his golden hair. I must
have stared at his focused expression a bit too long that he looked at me
with surprise. I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
David smirked and gave out a low chuckle while continuing to wipe my brown
chest with the wet sponge. His touch was gentle and sincere. His hands
brushed on my stomach and went up again to my chest, caressing my nipples as
he glided along my firm muscular grooves. My cheeks were livid as I was
turned-on by his ministrations and my mahogany nipples became hard.
"Hffft!" I sucked in.
"Are you alright, Lt.?", he asked.
"I'm alright. It's just the pain in my stomach."
Pvt. Colt smirked some more. "That's because you did not touch your food.
You better eat something first before taking your aspirin. My dad once told
me that it makes your stomach hurt fierce if you take it on an empty
stomach." His sponge traveled to my stomach leaving a wet sheen in its
trail.
He lifted my right arm and sponged my shoulders, my hands all the way to my
armpits. I saw him breathed deeply as he brushed the dark-haired depression
of my pits. Pvt. Colt took the sponge and rinsed it again in the bowl. He
repeated this on my left arm and he asked me (in a patriarchal tone) to sit
up so he can sponge my sweat-covered back. I felt so weak and sore from the
illness that Pvt. Colt helped me to sit up, his strong muscled arms draped
on my shoulders pulling me forward.
"You have a nice back, Lt.," he chuckled. "All taut and defined."
I was too embarrassed to react. He must have sensed this for he left out
another chuckle.
"Heh-heh-heh! I guess no one has yet complimented about your nice physique,
Lt. Ibarra. Seeing yours makes me want to take you down and do you all over
again!", Pvt. Colt hissed lustily. His hand laid the sponge down on the
bowl, and with both hands, he explored my muscled back pressing on each
bulge and crevice, his thumb traced the bumps of my spine, his fingers
caressed my ribs. I felt his palm kneading the nape of my neck massaging my
sore mucles. It felt fantastic, just like the time I was feted inside Doña
Victorina's brothel- the girl's hands massaged me for hours, her nubile
fingers digging, mashing and rubbing my back with perfumed oil.
"Ahhhh," I moaned. I know I was already burning with fever, but his
ministrations were only making me hot. "Please David!"
"Yeah? You want me to stop, Lt. Ibarra?", he mocked.
"Ummm... No... I mean, yes... now... I do not like this when I'm...," I pleaded.
"Vulnerable?" he sarcastically said.
I was about to say "when I'm not feeling well," but the way he said it made
it appear that I am weak and helpless. That is so false. Being sick
naturally makes one vulnerable.
"No. Just... just finish your sponge bath please. I want to rest afterwards."
Pvt. Colt gave out a snort, mocking me for being so naïve. "Ok Lt., I have
to sponge your legs and everything down there. Do you want me to unbutton
your pants?"
"No!" I said in such alarm that even I was startled by my reaction. "Sorry,
I didn't mean to burst out like that. No, I'll do it. You already have so
much to do. I don't want to impose on you further." I hurriedly unbuttoned
my pants and shucked it off on the edge of the bed leaving me with nothing
but my light cotton drawers.
"Really Lt. Ibarra? Or are you just afraid I'll do something you'll enjoy?"
"What?? David," I said in an exasperating tone, "after what you did to me, I
think... I think... never mind! Just finish the bath and you can go."
David sighed and proceeded to withdraw my shorts. My brown member was now
exposed, limp and uninterested. I watched his eyes eat up the sight in front
of him. I felt his eyes traveled from my dark curly pubic region down to my
thick member down to my scrotum. David's face was contorted with lust, his
mouth salivating, his throat bobbing up and down.
"Anything wrong David?" I asked, a smile crept up my lips.
"Nothing sir," he gulped. "I... I... umm... This is the first time I have seen a
goo-goo penis up so close. It is so brown and... and... dark... just like a
chocolate bar! It looks like a nigger's but slightly lighter in color. And
your balls sir! They look like chocolate eggs!"
I was incredulous. Here was a big Amerikano ogling at a native's penis while
mocking it with racist remarks. I asked him pointedly, "Why David? Did you
not have the time to enjoy looking at mine while you RAPED me?" I made sure
to emphasize on the last part.
He suddenly looked at me with a flash of anger. "No goo-goo face! That time
t'was so dark that I did not see your ugly nigger cock, but in this light, I
can well see how black and ugly it is! Probably uglier than a nigger's!" His
voice was loud and full of venom.
I blanched when he said it. It was a shock to hear such blatant remarks. My
face must have been drained of blood for I felt a bit nauseous. I was
terribly hurt- perhaps more hurt than angry. My mind could not process the
possibility that David was merely being sarcastic. I clenched my fists, my
knuckles went white and my lips quivered nervously. I was about to give
David a piece of my mind but I decided not to press the issue further. I did
not want to aggravate my illness. I needed my rest and anything more like
this will surely extend my symptoms. I turned my head away from him and
looked out on the window.
David must have realized his sudden outburst for he became livid with
embarrassment. He quickly sat on the bed near my shoulders and profusely
apologized for his remarks.
"SO SORRY Lt. Ibarra! I'M... I'M SO SORRY, I did not mean what I said just
now. SO SORRY! Forgive me! IT WAS A JOKE, SIR!," David's voice was
faltering. He was about to cry for I could hear him sniffling. "I APOLOGIZE,
Sir! I won't make such a rude remark again! Please don't get angry with me!"
I continued to stare at the leaves outside the window. The hurt did not go
away, but a wave of indignation swept through me. Inside, I felt a volcano
was about to erupt. In a hard voice I said, "Leave me be Pvt. Colt. I can
finish sponging myself. Please leave."
Pvt. Colt was now crying like a child. His cheeks were burning red and wet
with tears. "Please Lt. Ibarra. I'm deeply sorry for having offended you.
Please Sir, let me finish sponging you. I promise I'll do it good! Oh, man!"
I realized he did not want to go. Nowhere was the cocky, haughty and
confident soldier that was here a while ago. In its place was a sniffling
whining child whose face was full of fear and remorse.
My throat was still choked with indignation that I could not think straight.
Suddenly, I snapped.
"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET YOUR UGLY AMERIKANO FACE OUT OF MY HUT! IF I SEE AS
MUCH AS YOUR HAIR AT THE DOOR, GOD FORGIVE ME, I'LL PERSONALLY SHOOT YOUR
HEAD! " I shouted at the top of my lungs. David looked shell-shocked- his
eyes widened, his jaw dropped and blood left his apologetic face.
My voice must have gone beyond the confines of my hut because as soon I
spoke the last syllable, I heard sound of running feet rushing towards my
hut. David, not knowing what to do or say, quickly stood up, stared blankly
for a half-second and rushed out of the hut, his feet making a huge noise on
the bamboo floor as he ran away.
In less than a minute, twenty of my men huddled outside my hut talking
amongst themselves about my sudden outburst. They daren't go inside my hut.
They fear me for they know (and have seen) how wicked I become once you get
my goat. That is, everyone except for Sgt. Tibo-on.
Sgt. Miguel Tibo-on is two years my senior, a very muscular and ruggedly
handsome officer with deep bronzed skin whose torso tapers into a letter 'V'
and whose head is shaved except for some hair which he let them fall on his
forehead. He is a bit shorter than I am, but thrice as strong. Sgt. Tibo-on
started fighting the Spanish in 1896 under Bonifacio, then the Americans in
1899 under Aguinaldo. All that training and discipline shaped him into a
very desirable and valuable officer.
If am the master tactician in this campaign, he is the oil that makes
everything work smoothly. He is one of my best men who can control the
behavior of every person in the camp. His presence alone dissolves any kind
of chaos and it is place, pure martial order. No one below him can do
anything without his knowledge and consent, and yet, all of my men love him.
They see him as a fatherly figure who can protect them in times of need. Even
I myself need his counsel and support from time to time. I see in him a
brother I never had, and I believe his feelings for me are mutual. Whether
he suspects I am deviant, I can never truly tell. At first he dissuaded me
to let this Pvt. Colt to run free without any sentry guarding him, but
because he respected me as his superior, he deferred to my order. Most
importantly, he is the only one who is not afraid of me and who can talk
sense into my head.
Sgt. Tibo-on entered my hut and approached my bed.
"Sir, is everything alright? We heard your screams all the way at the
promontory," he said.
"Yes, everything is fine sergeant. I just had some disagreements with Pvt.
Colt," I stated flatly.
"Ahhh yes, Pvt. Colt!," Sgt. Tibo-on said with a glint in his eyes, "Do not
worry, sir! A couple of my men found him entering his hut. I placed two
guards there to make sure he won't escape." He looked out of the window and
continued, "He told me that he would like to give you a sponge bath since
you felt sick since yesterday. I gave him my consent, which I now truly
regret."
"Don't be!" I sighed. "It is just there were some disagreements between me
and David. He seemed, how shall I say it? Unpredictable." I looked at Sgt.
Tibo-on's face and saw a look of concern much like that of an older brother
to a younger brother in trouble.
Sgt. Tibo-on spied the rattan chair and said, "May I?" while pointing to it.
"Please, sit down. Don't be so formal with me Miguel. It's just you, me, the
men and the jungle," I said as I tried to put up a sincere smile for Sgt.
Tibo-on. "Being sick with fever make men do the most stupid things."
"So Ibarra," Sgt. Tibo-on said, comfortable with calling me by my last name
since we both find my first name too tedious to say. "Has Pvt. Colt, umm..
David, been harassing you lately? You looked uptight whenever he is around."
"No, I don't think so," I lied.
"Please Ibarra. You know you can tell me anything. You have trusted me like
a brother since the first time we've met. If you are worried that I will
judge you, don't. I have seen a lot worse than you can imagine."
I gave out a long drawn sigh. "You might as well know. David dug out some
information from my past and he has been using this to blackmail me. But
now, he said some things that should have been kept privately. After he said
it, I lost my head." I cannot bring myself to divulge all the sexual
liaisons David imposed on me. I do not think Sgt. Tibo-on will understand
much less tolerate.
"I see," Sgt. Tibo-on replied, still unconvinced. "How can something be so
bad that he was able to blackmail you?"
"..."
"I may not understand it yet Ibarra, but I'd like you to know that I shall
always be here as a friend and confidant. Listen, the men are waiting for
Gen. Miclat's reply which is due to arrive today, so I have to be there to
intercept it. The doctor shall arrive here soon, probably late afternoon if
not, tonight. So it would be better if you rest, eat the chicken soup Andres
is cooking for you and pray the rosary to clear your thoughts."
"Thanks Miguel. You are like a brother I wish I had," I said. I think I said
it too sincerely for I felt a tinge of red sneaking on my face.
Sgt. Tibo-on's face lit up and smiled warmly at me. He wanted to say
something, but stopped. He shook his head and smiled again. "Ok. I shall
leave you now. Felipe and Carlos are there outside your hut if you need
anything." He looked at me again and slowly stood up pushing away the chair
behind him.
"Miguel, can you take these away?" I said, my hands waved over the enamel
pot and the floating sponge. "I don't need it now."
"I see. Ahhh..." His eyes darted from the sponge and onto my shorts-covered
groin. I had forgotten to pull up my pants! I think something clicked inside
Miguel's head that he suddenly looked embarrassed and his face became red. I
just wanted to die from the embarrassment right there. I turned my head
towards the window and stared at the listless leaves outside.
"I-I-I'll go now," he stammered. His eyes still lingered on my groin.
I nodded. "G-gracias Miguel. Por favor, let me sleep," I sheepishly said.
I'm embarrassed for not having the foresight to cover up the evidence. Now,
Miguel must have connected a few more ideas than I was willing to give.
Miguel stepped aside and walked towards the door. When he was halfway down
the bamboo steps, he looked at me again, paused, and smirked with his tongue
licking the top of his lips.
I stared stupidly at him and I shuddered at the thought.
Gay Philippine American War 07
July 25, 1900 11:00 a.m.
As I continue writing this journal, I can see past the bamboo grove a
young David Colt sitting on the steps outside his hut. He smiled towards
me. I sneer back at him to show my displeasure.
I had to adjust some protocols with Sgt. Tibo-on early this morning,
just so David wouldn't cause more trouble- for me to be exact. He forced
me into compromising my position as leader of my men, but he promised me
he will not jeopardize my career by escaping into the deep jungle. His
threats last night were, in my opinion, quite serious. So serious that
from this point on, I have to tread very carefully when doing further
interrogations with David. As for the Pvt. Wilkins, he can be dealt
easily, but this one is indeed a special case. His tall disheveled sandy
blond figure gave me a shudder when I realized how manipulative, shrewd
and devious he is.
I was not sure how the events last night inside David's hut unfolded
since after he tackled me onto the bamboo floor and threatened me, things
got awry. I have myself to blame for not alerting my troops.
I was scared to my wits when Pvt. David Colt took advantage of the
situation. While pinning me to the bamboo floor using his heavy body, he
retrieved the cut abaca twine nearby and retied the loose ends together
and then bound both of my wrists like a trussed up capon. He slowly stood
up whereby he took the kerosene lamp down and blew its flame away leaving
the entire hut bathed in darkness, save for the moonshine.
David gathered up my clothes and fished out something from one of the
pockets. I heard my pocketknife flicked open and close. Then I heard him
searching for something else and after a few seconds, I suddenly felt a
gag being stuffed into my mouth. It was my come-filled handkerchief!
"Hijo de Puuummphhhh^Åmmmmph!!" I shouted. But the sound that went out
from my gagged mouth was like a water buffalo in heat.
"Don't even try making a sound, SIR, or is Lt. Crisostomo Ibarra?" He
hissed.
"MMMPH??" I said.
My ears could not believe what this stupido has said! I did not inform
him, and I believe none of my men too had informed him of my name and
rank! How did he arrive to that information?
"Heheheh. I see you're surprised. I'm so sorry Lt. Ibarra! You see,
unlike my other partner, I am not stupid." He purred, "I did my homework
before being assigned here in Batangas province, and I learned everything
I could about you- your likes, dislikes, your family, why you're not
married yet. The picture of you in uniform which my superiors circulated
was really attractive, but from what I see now, this view is much, much
better."
"Mmmmmphhhhh.." I tried to throw the bastard off me, but to no avail.
"No you don't!" He barked. David shifted his weight on my back whereby I
was not able to squirm away, not even an inch.
"Mmmmph!" I tried to trash around but David's weight was too much.
I felt David's body lay on top of me, his heavy weight made my breathing
more difficult. My back connected with his sweaty chest, for which I
could feel the ridges of his muscles, the hardness of his nipples. His
hands tousled my short cropped hair, traced the knotted muscles of my
back with his fingers, and his mouth breathed against the skin of my
neck. His hard member was caressing the cleft of my buttocks leaving a
wet trail as it glide to and fro.
"I dunno about you sir, but I find this position verrrrry appealing.
Hehehehe," he said breathily.
"Oh Damn! You'll regret this you fool! Oh God! What kind of nightmare is
this?" I thought. But my loins were as excited as the hot poker stabbing
my behind. My hardened member was pinned against the bamboo floor making
it painful for me to move.
"I think this will change your mind from thrashing about!" David spat
his saliva on my anus and with his rough fingers, he stabbed my insides
one fat finger at a time, pushing in and pushing out, caressing the skin
of my innards. I was sure my penis was oozing with clear fluid.
"MMMpphhhh," I moaned. I could not describe the sensation at that moment.
At first, my insides were burning like fire, then after, I felt a quick
jolt of orgasmic electricity coursing down my loins. Then, the burning
pain took over again, and in another moment, that sweet jab of pleasure
reared in.
I was confused. Here I was being violated in the most disgusting way
possible, and yet, my defenses are being pulled down inch by inch, and
finally I surrendered to the massaging hands of fate. I cannot resist
being abused by David's expert manipulations.
My mouth was salivating through the gag. I think my eyes were rolling in
burning ecstasy then.
"Take it Lieutenant! Take it like a man!" he growled.
Suddenly, without warning, David pulled his fingers out of me and with
his weight being his lever, he forcefully pushed his large manhood into
my already violated anus. I tried to quickly tense my buttocks, but he
succeeded in slipping in his dripping penis into me. At first I only felt
increasing pressure below, but with one thrust, I hear my anus popped.
Then I realized that my only barrier was breached. Now my inner sanctum
can be assaulted by David's penis again, again, and again. And he did,
with impunity.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ohhh Lieutenant, I had nights dreaming about this! Me on top
of you; my skin against your skin! Ugh!" David moaned as he pushed his
body into mine.
The sensation of being penetrated by a white soldado was indescribable.
My eyes shot open, my face contorted and my eyes watered as the searing
pain traversed my entire being. The pain was so exquisite, so tender,
that I howled into my wet gag. It was as if a lighted torch was forced
inside. My lining scorched in his every push, his penis scratching my
rectum. David mercilessly grunted each time he slid his thick wet penis
in and out of my hole.
"MMMMMMPPHHHHH!!!!", I howled.
There was little pleasure in it, even none at all. I felt like St.
Theresa of Avila whereby a handsome angel thrusted into her heart his
long flaming spear, but unlike her sweet ecstasy, mine was a nightmare
straight from Dante's Inferno. The burning fires of hell came and went
inside me, without respite and without mercy.
In panic, I twisted my back hoping to dislodge David.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! No, you damn monkey!! Ugh! You have to do better that
Oooohhh!!!" he hissed as he plunged deeper into oblivion. I saw his eyes
shut in utmost pleasure, his tongue licking his lips sensually.
His rough hands painfully jerked my hips back into his loins thereby
meeting head on his burning spear. He growled lustily at each deep
penetration, saying to my sweat-covered ears "You're mine now, nigger! I
have marked you forever! No one will have you!" He anchored his fingers
on my hips where I felt him digging fiercely into my skin, never letting
me go. No matter how I wiggled my buttocks away from David, he simply dug
deeper into my hips and pulled me back into him.
"MmmmMMmmmMmmph!!" I cried. My cheeks were wet with tears. I just wanted
him to stop. Oh the pain, such burning pain. Unfortunately, I was
overpowered by a monster. Me! An Insurgent officer! Overpowered by brute
strength by this, this, monster! I could not endure the pain any
longer.
David's tempo increased, sliding furiously his thick penis into my ass. I
felt his sweat-covered abdomen and pelvis strike against the skin of my
back. There was a stickiness that I could not pinpoint- more of fluids
lapping together, flesh rubbing against flesh, lubricating every crevice.
My anus was probably already numb from David's pounding for my eyes had
become white with delirium.
"MMMmmmmph!!!" I moaned desperately.
"Ugh! Ughff! Ughfff! Your small goo-goo ass so tight, tighter than any
whore I have fucked!"
Suddenly, without warning, small electric pulses of pleasure began to
build up in my loins. Every time the bastard penetrated my hole with the
base of his thick uncut penis, a single pulse of indescribable pleasure
sweep my entire being. When he quickened his assault, the more frequent
that erotic feeling welled in me.
I have no idea, even now, what it was hitting on! Was it an organ? How
can that be? The pain I felt being pinioned to the floor while being
raped gradually faded away, and in its place, warm electric currents of
pleasure filled my entrails. My penis became harder as that feeling
increased, and my stomach was fast becoming wet with the fluid that oozed
from my manhood.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh yeah, I'll give you a good lesson sir! Ugh!," David
hissed. The young soldier gyrated into me, making his strokes clockwise
then after a pause, mercilessly jabbing his hard American penis inside.
He then moved his weight forward which forced him to straddle the rump of
my buttocks. His glistening face went into the crook of my neck and
unexpectedly, he lowered his tongue and began licking the salt of my skin
plowing it from my shoulders up to my ear and back down again.
David growled at my right ear with every push, which I surmised that he
truly was enjoying the whole activity. He tongued my earlobe, flicking
it, wetting it, caressing it with his wet rough tongue. He even had the
gall to insert it into my ear as if it was his member and my ear was
another hole to penetrate.
He then said in the most lustful voice: "Ugh! Oh, you're so fucking
delicious Lt. Ibarra. Your ass^Å so tight! Ooohh! I can feel it clamping
on my hard dick! You like my hard dick plowing your delicious brown ass,
don' ya? If only I can eat you, I will! You're mine now nigger. Ugh! Ugh!
You're now my bitch!" He chuckled softly, then smirked at me. His tongue
kept licking my neck and wetting my ear.
I shuddered at his statement. It indeed sent cold butterflies into my
stomach, but my penis oozed otherwise.
Never before have I felt so debased, so enslaved, so^Å owned. I will
never be a property of some stupid Americano, or anyone at that. And I
promised myself that I will never cower under someone's boots. Never. But
the rhythm of David's chest slapping on my back or his pelvis grinding
into my buttocks was quickly melting my resolve. I must not succumb to
him. I have to stand against this feeling^Å this new and frightening
feeling of wanting to be abused. It is not me, dammit!
I can still remember growing up in my grandmother's home at the genteel
Manila district of Malate where the tiled-roof colonnaded mansions and
their bougainvillea hedges are located. Back then, I already had an
independent mind and my grandmother always get frustrated when I go
against her so-called advices. She would yell, "Unico hijo, how many
times do I need to tell you, you have to be here when your Tita Rosing
and I pray the Angelus!" or "Unico hijo, don't touch my Ming
blue-&-whites! They're expensive! Probably more expensive than keeping
you under my roof!" I could only say "Yes Lola Consuelo. I will," and as
soon I left her presence, I dislodged the thought through my other ear.
Grandma Consuelo always groaned every time she sees me, telling herself
out loud, "Dios mio! Animal ka! Akala ko'y isang demonio!" She would
utter countless variations of the same Catholic expletive while doing the
sign of the cross in front of me and this was her affectionate way of
letting me know that I was her little devil.
During those formative years, I was stubborn to a fault and no
self-serving authority can make me do what I do not wish to do. Perhaps
this is why my parents chose to send me away to my grandmother's house in
Manila on the pretense that I shall enjoy the best education that the
Dominican friars of Santo Tomas can give.
Though I was the youngest of eight siblings, I was the only one who was
dark-skinned compared to everyone. My brothers teased me that I was
adopted or I was the maid's bastard son, but I tried to dismiss the
thought off. I wonder if any of their taunts have a grain of truth. My
mother, when she heard this, she merely ignored us and went out to the
garden. Father said that they would come and visit me during Christmas,
but never did. They always send a card and some Chinese ham over, but
that was it. It was odd, and I resented them for all those lost
opportunities that they had wasted. From there, I became cold,
emotionless and detached. My heart had learnt to close its doors, and my
face had discovered how to strip itself of any shred of emotion whenever
the need arises.
Because my parents were more concerned about my educational welfare than
my emotional life, and because my grandmother was more caring towards her
antique Catholic saints (she even dresses them and bathes them!) and her
Ming porcelain, I was left to my own devices to learn the ways of the
world. And yes, the world has found its way inside my anus!
David grunted as his penis stretched my insides once more. He placed his
sweaty face against my neck and said, "Listen sir, I'll take the gag off,
but don't you dare shout for your men! If you understand, nod your head!"
I nodded furiously. My face was a mess. Snot was going down my nose, and
tears were streaking down my cheeks.
David gently hooked his fingers inside my mouth and took away the
saliva-drenched gag. He grabbed my chin, looked deeply into my eyes while
sliding his penis all the way, and without warning, forced his tongue
into my mouth.
"What thumppphhhh!!!" I yelped in surprise.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" David moaned as he ravaged my mouth with his expert tongue.
I felt suffocated and penetrated, but my organ was singing the opposite
tune. It was continuously dripping pre-seminal fluid and its rubbing on
my stomach was all it took from shooting my white cream on the floor.
"MMmmmmmmmm! You taste delicious sir. I think I'll have some more!
Heheheheh!," he smirked.
David dove again into my mouth, his tongue excavating its way into my
throat flicking constantly with my palate. His face smashing against
mine, and from the moonshine, I saw how handsome he is- strong, boyish
and dirty. My head was spinning, I was intoxicated. My eyes were rolling
from pure lust.
"MMmmmmggggg" I moaned.
I felt my loins suddenly tightened as I couldn't hold more the lust that
filled my body. Suddenly, my penis spewed forth thick ropes of white come
on my belly. The floor was splattered with my seed and I really did not
give a damn back then. The soldier took his tongue from my mouth and
proceeded to rape me harder.
"Oh! Oh! Ugh!! Here it comes Lt. Ibarra! I'll make you white with my
come!" David growled. "UUUUUUUHHHHH!!"
David must have felt my anus clenched as I came because in less than a
minute of intense pounding, he jabbed deeply one more time and I felt a
warm fluid engulfing the whole of my entrails. I felt full. But there was
a different feeling, a feeling of being violated. I felt the wildest
pleasure possible, but there is this twinge of nausea that made my
stomach jump. It was a feeling of losing my last barrier to someone who
is my enemy.
"Ahhhh!!! Ohhh! Enough! Please!" I moaned.
I heard my rapist pant behind me as he rested his weight on top of my
body. He leaned towards my face and proceeded to kiss me again. I looked
at him with resentful eyes and clamped my lips tight. His tongue slid
against my lips trying to force his in, but to no avail. He retracted and
looked back to me. Both of his eyes had that look of surprise, and
perhaps disappointment, but I still can sense the deep seated lust that
curdled in his heart.
David smirked, and spat a big batch of saliva on my face. He pushed my
body away from him, the stickiness between us making a sound. His
deflated manhood slid out of my buttocks without first making such
dreaded lip-smacking sound. My face must have burnt crimson when I heard
that embarrassing noise.
"Uhhhhh! Hah! Hah!" I groaned as I felt his weight gone.
David knelt at my right side, and with my pants, he wiped off his sweat
from his chest, back and abdomen, then cleaned his organ and groin with
the same material. I saw the same confident smirk plastered on his cocky
face.
Unexpectedly, I felt something was being wiped on my behind. I turned my
glistening back to see that the foolish soldier was swabbing my good
pants on my come-drenched anus. I flashed David my meanest glare.
"Hmmmph! You were asking for it!" David chuckled. He bent his body
whereby his handsome face was on my right ear.
"Now, here's the deal! If you want my full cooperation, these are my
demands: 1) No sentries guarding me or this hut, and for that I won't
dash off into the forest. That's a promise. 2) My hands will not be bound
in any way starting tonight. 3) The food I shall eat will come from your
plate, you have to share yours with me and we'll eat together. 4) You
shall come into my hut each night for further interrogation. 5) You
shall support me unconditionally when asked by your superiors about my
behavior."
"W-what?" I was sputtering. "Y-you ca-can't make demands you hijo de
puta! You ca-can't! Y-you are our prisoner of war! This is highly
irregular!"
I was about to lift my prone body from the floor when David's knees
suddenly rested on my nape. His whole weight squashed my poor soul on the
bamboo floor.
In a low menacing voice he said, "You shall do exactly as I say or I will
tell the goo-goos out there what a lovely scar you have on your left
buttock and how you begged me to stuff you with my white meatpole. You
can't seem to grasp the idea sir that with your name tarnished, Aguinaldo
will be forced to sign your discharge papers, and with that, you'll go
back to Manila disgraced and probably disowned." He then proceeded to
flick his tongue on my earlobe.
"You are insane!" I protested.
"Am I?" He sniggered.
"No one will believe you! I'll make sure of it!"
"Really Lieutenant? Try me!," he smirked.
". . . "
David paused and looked at my shocked face. He must have seen a tear
rolling down on my eye that he said, "Of course, it's all up to you Lt.
Ibarra. I studied your file, remember? And my dead father was a
psychologist. So, I know how to skin a cat in ten different ways. And
you're the most beautiful cat I've ever laid my eyes on, and I shall keep
you on a tight leash 'cuz from now on Lt. Ibarra, you're my property. Of
course, outside, things will be the way as they were before, but I'm sure
you'll remember my demands without any problem at all!"
"Nnnnooooooo! You can not do this to me you hijo de puta! I can't believe
this." I croaked.
"Yeah, better believe it bub! As Mark Twain said in your article, we
Americans play the European game!"
"Uuugh!" I cried in disgust.
I slumped on the floor. I began to feel my energies drained that night.
My mind had not registered yet the pleasure and humiliation that I had
experienced in just a couple of hours. David stood up and donned his
pants on. He sat on the cot eyeing me as I struggled to get up. I managed
to get my shirt on, and smoothened my pants from any annoying crease. I
folded my wet handkerchief and stuffed it back into my pocket.
I was on my way to the door when David said something under his breath.
"What was that you said?" I demanded.
"Me? Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!" He then gave a lustful chuckle.
"Hmmph! Better watch your head David, many things can happen while you
are sleeping."
"I shall remember that sir. Always."
I can feel his smirked still plastered on his cruel face. I turned the
knob and opened the door as silently I could before my men can jump into
any conclusion. I went down from the bastard's hut and walked on the soft
ground towards a dimly lit hut perched near the camps promontory. A
couple of my men were drinking some palm toddy and as I approached them,
they offered me some to which I declined.
"Leandro! Joselito! You better be on your guard, you hear? I don't want
any trouble on account of your drunkenness tonight."
"Yes, Teniente Ibarra!" they chimed, smiling at me.
"Eh, bueno. Open the lock for me Leandro, I have to interrogate our
prisoner before you boys get so drunk that you won't be able to remember
how to close the lock." I said in friendly banter.
Leandro and Joselito were inseparable twin brothers whose parents were
killed during the start of the American hostilities. Their family was
very poor and subsisted only on the produce of their small vegetable plot
outside their hut. They lived in a tiny village nestled under the
coconuts, papaya plants, and frangipani trees. It was hidden and
beautiful.
When the Americanos arrived at their village one fine morning, all the
residents were rounded up into the main street and the American soldiers
began burning their palm huts while looting each house for any gold and
jewels they can get their hands on. Both boys told me how their parents
and neighbors must have watched in horror as their lives burned to
cinders. Many wailed and cried, and some who tried to save their houses
were shot by soldiers with no mercy or regard.
During the time when the crime happened, the twins were on their way to
the recently opened public school ironically administered by American
soldiers. When they walked back home, they were greeted by stray dogs
sniffing at pools of dried blood, spent bullet shells and the burnt
remains of their neighbors' homes. The whole place was eerily silent.
They rushed barefoot towards their house but when they got there, it was
empty, and ruined. Leandro and Joselito searched frantically everywhere-
the coconut plantations, banana groves, the river, and even under the
bridge, but there was no sign that they were there.
As they walked backed, they saw one of the village strays crossing the
street and in its mouth, it carried what seemed to be a portion of a
baby's arm. The boys glanced left and remembered that there was an
abandoned copra mill some distance from the main road. They ran as fast
as they could and when they could already see the mill, a strong metallic
stench assaulted their nostrils.
They dashed towards the back of the mill and what they saw will never be
forgotten. In an open pit were scores of lifeless bodies piled on top of
one another, drenched red. Mothers, sons, daughters, grandfathers- whole
families exterminated with no pity at all. Even toddlers were not spared.
Each had a bullet wound on the head and many have bayonet marks on their
backs. Several strays were getting a handful from gnawing and feasting on
the flesh of the dead.
The twins cried and began to look for the corpses of their parents. They
first beat the strays with sticks driving them off. They took their
clothes off and lowered themselves into the pit. They had to sift through
the dead faces of their neighbors whose mouths were open in anguish,
their friends whose closed eyes betray the horror. Even the beautiful
lasses whom they had personal fantasies for were also slaughtered.
Suddenly, they heard a wail coming from above the pit.
"AAAAHHH! INAY!!!", the boy cried. Mother!
"ITAY! Bakit? Bakit?" Father! Why? Why?
Leandro signaled to his brother that he will take a look. He climbed up
the pit and saw that it was a child.
The boy was about eight or nine years old, poor and exhausted. He said he
came from the next town where he heard that everyone from this village
was massacred in retaliation for the grisly death of an American officer.
His father sent him to buy some soap and cooking oil from the market, and
as soon as he had heard what happened, he dropped his load and ran back
to find his parents.
Joselito clambered up the pit and the twins assured the boy that they
shall help him find his parents. All three boys went down into the pit
and after an hour, they had located their kin. One by one, they pulled
the corpses up and laid them on the ground.
All three cried and cried. They beat their fists into the ground
promising revenge for this cowardly act. That same afternoon, they buried
their loved ones in the yard of their former homes and later that night,
they took flight into the deepest part of the jungle where they
ultimately ended up as foot soldiers in our campaign to kill Americanos.
Both boys are still learning the ropes which is probably why General
Miclat assigned them to me, but from what I have observed from their
training, they are really quick learners and have the presence of mind, a
trait that many of my men do not have.
Leandro quickly took out the lock and opened the bamboo door. He stepped
aside and saluted me stiffly. I saluted back and went inside. I had
difficulty walking ever since coming out from David's hut and with Pvt.
Wilkins sleeping in his cot, I must walk firm steps so that he would not
notice my discomfort.
"Sit up, soldier!" I shouted.
Pvt. Wilkins who still has some caked blood on his forehead jerked up
from his cot and turned to me. He rubbed his eyes with his bound hands
and furrowed his brows trying to see who it was that disrupted his deep
sleep. As soon as he saw my face, he became so flustered that his cheeks
went livid.
"Uh^ÅUh^Å" He panicked.
"Cat got your tongue, soldier?" I mused.
"Sorry sir," he replied. Pvt. Wilkins' eyes went from my dirtied pants
and with a flash of suspicion, he quickly looked down to the bamboo
floor.
". . ."
"I see you are more relaxed than yesterday. How is your head?" I asked.
"Fine sir," he replied.
"Dinner?"
"Already done sir."
"My. My. Isn't he a bit subdued today! I must find out what Sgt. Tibo-on
did yesterday to make this beast turn into a sheep," I thought. It had to
be something big for him to be cooperative. Perhaps the bump on the head?
Tibo-on must know! It's imperative that I should speak to him.
"What is your first name, Pvt. Wilkins?"
"Jeremiah, sir."
"Wife?"
"Died of cholera," he replied. His voice cracked and full of sadness.
"Children?"
"None sir"
"Why did you join the army Pvt. Wilkins?"
"Money sir."
"Money?" I asked, surprised at the frankness of his reply.
"Yeah sir. I was promised lots of bucks if I join the army here in the
Philippines. They are in short of volunteers sir."
"I see. Who promised you that soldier?"
"General Franklin Bell sir, the head of the army here in Batangas sir."
I took a mental note of Pvt. Jeremiah Wilkins. I misjudged him
completely. I thought Pvt. David Colt would be the easier of the two, but
in fact, it is this poor soul in front of me who is more cooperative. I
saw his eyes shift, from the floor to my pants and up my crotch. The
light fabric of my pants can sometimes give the illusion of a bulge, but
I could not care less. I like wearing it for its comfort, not for its
sensuality. But as for Pvt. Wilkins, has he smelled our cum?
"How many regiments does your general have in these parts?"
I looked down where his legs meet and I saw a thick tube snaking upward.
"Five sir."
"And where are they located?"
"I dunno sir. My superiors know where, but us soldiers do not know sir,"
he softly replied. His eyes were on my pants. I think he may be
scrutinizing all the stains that splattered a while ago.
"It is alright soldier."
Damn! I am getting an erection again! My penis formed a bulge in front
unmindful of the soldier sitting in front of me. I think I need to
reestablish my authority over these Americanos especially after I was
stupidly humiliated by that bastard Colt. Pvt. Wilkins may just be the
fool who can salvage my frustrated ego today.
I surprised myself when I said, "Thank you soldier. You may go back and
rest. But before I go, I need to inspect you before I retire tonight.
Camp protocols, you understand. I am sure you do Pvt. Wilkins, since it
is your race that is fond of protocols and gentlemen's agreement."
" Uhh^Å"
I continued, "Kindly bend over on your cot and please lower your pants
down. This will only take a minute soldier, nothing to worry about
really."
The rugged solder blanched and gulped. I saw beads of sweat forming on
his forehead as if he knew exactly what will happen. Besides, he has
already defiled men before, so this won't be a surprise to him. He bent
his hips on the cot where he rested his torso on the canvas spread. My
hands started unbuckling his pants and after a few seconds, the material
landed on his ankles.
I grabbed his hairy buttocks and mashed them with my deft fingers. Pvt.
Wilkins squirmed momentarily but did not make a move to get out of the
cot. I spit into my fingers and proceeded to wet his back entrance. His
buttock was muscular with generous amounts of curled hairs that made it
look masculine. I jabbed my finger inside his hole and he stiffened as I
pushed deeper into him.
"Uhhhh" moaned Pvt. Wilkins.
"You do not like that soldier? The inspection is not even half-way
through yet!" I sneered.
"No^Å no^Å I mean^Å Ahhhh^ÅOhhhh" he mumbled as I inserted my second
finger into him. I added more spit into his puckering hole which only
made it hungrier for my touch.
"Admit it. You like being inspected."
"Nooooo^Å ooohhh^Å shittt^Å. Sooo^Å soooo^Å fuck!!" he moaned.
"Shush! You better keep that sensual mouth of yours shut if you do not
want to be tied to a banana tree for the rest of the night!" I growled.
"Please sir^Å no more^Å it's soooo good," he pleaded.
I smirked at this trussed-up soldier. I pulled out my fingers and wiped
them on Jeremiah's pants. I then unbuckled my cum-stained pants and knelt
behind him.
"Please be gentle sir. It's still painful sir." Pvt. Wilkins looked at me
with those pitiful eyes. Even a rugged man like him with his strong
mountain features can still melt my stupid heart.
I said to him gently, "Alright Jeremiah, I shall do you slowly. Just suck
in some air. And why is your bottom painful, eh?" I reached down and
inspected his anus and I saw that some parts were still red from being
rubbed too much.
". . ."
"Do not worry. I shall know sooner or later. Just relax and let me in,
ok?" I cooed.
"Y-yes sir."
I spat some saliva on my throbbing brown penis and flicked it over his
hole, teasing my target. His hole puckered. Oh, I could not wait to
invade his inner sanctum.
In one forceful push, I penetrated Jeremiah Wilkins' private bottom. My
throbbing manhood speared his anus until it reached the base of my groin.
Ohhh^Å what a feeling! Such tight muscular hole massaging my entire
length! My trembling eyes were relishing in the explicit pleasure when I
heard my victim scream.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!! Please Stop sir! It hurts!!!"
Jeremiah howled a bit louder than usual that I immediately clamped my
hands over his mouth.
"MMMMMmmmphhhh!!" He moaned.
Suddenly, the door opened. Standing by the door was Leandro and Joselito
with rifles drawn in our direction.
"S-SIR! We heard a sound! We thought you were hurt!" Leandro ejaculated.
"It's alright Leandro. Both of you, close the door." Joselito hurriedly
bolted the door.
Leandro and Joselito gasped as they realized that I was pistoning my
penis in and out of Pvt. Wilkins' ass. I did not bother pulling my penis
out. I let my instincts guide my hips as I slammed into the poor soldier.
I think I saw the face of both boys turned maroon from our spectacle, but
they did not excuse themselves or go out in shame. Both merely stood
their ground with their eyes stuck on the American's undulating hips,
they tongues licking their lips in lustful glee.
"Come! Eat with me!" I smirked at them.
Leadro took the bait. He pulled down his trousers and with his hardening
member sticking out, he walked in front of Pvt. Wilkins. Soon, Joselito
followed suit. He took off all his clothes and rubbed his penis on my
captive's lips.
With the hut locked from the inside, and the windows drawn down, the
forest was the only mute witness to our carnal activity. It watched us
until the first rays of dawn, unmindful and disinterested, as we
continued ravaging the Americano again, again and again.
As I continue writing this journal, I can see past the bamboo grove a
young David Colt sitting on the steps outside his hut. He smiled towards
me. I sneer back at him to show my displeasure.
I had to adjust some protocols with Sgt. Tibo-on early this morning,
just so David wouldn't cause more trouble- for me to be exact. He forced
me into compromising my position as leader of my men, but he promised me
he will not jeopardize my career by escaping into the deep jungle. His
threats last night were, in my opinion, quite serious. So serious that
from this point on, I have to tread very carefully when doing further
interrogations with David. As for the Pvt. Wilkins, he can be dealt
easily, but this one is indeed a special case. His tall disheveled sandy
blond figure gave me a shudder when I realized how manipulative, shrewd
and devious he is.
I was not sure how the events last night inside David's hut unfolded
since after he tackled me onto the bamboo floor and threatened me, things
got awry. I have myself to blame for not alerting my troops.
I was scared to my wits when Pvt. David Colt took advantage of the
situation. While pinning me to the bamboo floor using his heavy body, he
retrieved the cut abaca twine nearby and retied the loose ends together
and then bound both of my wrists like a trussed up capon. He slowly stood
up whereby he took the kerosene lamp down and blew its flame away leaving
the entire hut bathed in darkness, save for the moonshine.
David gathered up my clothes and fished out something from one of the
pockets. I heard my pocketknife flicked open and close. Then I heard him
searching for something else and after a few seconds, I suddenly felt a
gag being stuffed into my mouth. It was my come-filled handkerchief!
"Hijo de Puuummphhhh^Åmmmmph!!" I shouted. But the sound that went out
from my gagged mouth was like a water buffalo in heat.
"Don't even try making a sound, SIR, or is Lt. Crisostomo Ibarra?" He
hissed.
"MMMPH??" I said.
My ears could not believe what this stupido has said! I did not inform
him, and I believe none of my men too had informed him of my name and
rank! How did he arrive to that information?
"Heheheh. I see you're surprised. I'm so sorry Lt. Ibarra! You see,
unlike my other partner, I am not stupid." He purred, "I did my homework
before being assigned here in Batangas province, and I learned everything
I could about you- your likes, dislikes, your family, why you're not
married yet. The picture of you in uniform which my superiors circulated
was really attractive, but from what I see now, this view is much, much
better."
"Mmmmmphhhhh.." I tried to throw the bastard off me, but to no avail.
"No you don't!" He barked. David shifted his weight on my back whereby I
was not able to squirm away, not even an inch.
"Mmmmph!" I tried to trash around but David's weight was too much.
I felt David's body lay on top of me, his heavy weight made my breathing
more difficult. My back connected with his sweaty chest, for which I
could feel the ridges of his muscles, the hardness of his nipples. His
hands tousled my short cropped hair, traced the knotted muscles of my
back with his fingers, and his mouth breathed against the skin of my
neck. His hard member was caressing the cleft of my buttocks leaving a
wet trail as it glide to and fro.
"I dunno about you sir, but I find this position verrrrry appealing.
Hehehehe," he said breathily.
"Oh Damn! You'll regret this you fool! Oh God! What kind of nightmare is
this?" I thought. But my loins were as excited as the hot poker stabbing
my behind. My hardened member was pinned against the bamboo floor making
it painful for me to move.
"I think this will change your mind from thrashing about!" David spat
his saliva on my anus and with his rough fingers, he stabbed my insides
one fat finger at a time, pushing in and pushing out, caressing the skin
of my innards. I was sure my penis was oozing with clear fluid.
"MMMpphhhh," I moaned. I could not describe the sensation at that moment.
At first, my insides were burning like fire, then after, I felt a quick
jolt of orgasmic electricity coursing down my loins. Then, the burning
pain took over again, and in another moment, that sweet jab of pleasure
reared in.
I was confused. Here I was being violated in the most disgusting way
possible, and yet, my defenses are being pulled down inch by inch, and
finally I surrendered to the massaging hands of fate. I cannot resist
being abused by David's expert manipulations.
My mouth was salivating through the gag. I think my eyes were rolling in
burning ecstasy then.
"Take it Lieutenant! Take it like a man!" he growled.
Suddenly, without warning, David pulled his fingers out of me and with
his weight being his lever, he forcefully pushed his large manhood into
my already violated anus. I tried to quickly tense my buttocks, but he
succeeded in slipping in his dripping penis into me. At first I only felt
increasing pressure below, but with one thrust, I hear my anus popped.
Then I realized that my only barrier was breached. Now my inner sanctum
can be assaulted by David's penis again, again, and again. And he did,
with impunity.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ohhh Lieutenant, I had nights dreaming about this! Me on top
of you; my skin against your skin! Ugh!" David moaned as he pushed his
body into mine.
The sensation of being penetrated by a white soldado was indescribable.
My eyes shot open, my face contorted and my eyes watered as the searing
pain traversed my entire being. The pain was so exquisite, so tender,
that I howled into my wet gag. It was as if a lighted torch was forced
inside. My lining scorched in his every push, his penis scratching my
rectum. David mercilessly grunted each time he slid his thick wet penis
in and out of my hole.
"MMMMMMPPHHHHH!!!!", I howled.
There was little pleasure in it, even none at all. I felt like St.
Theresa of Avila whereby a handsome angel thrusted into her heart his
long flaming spear, but unlike her sweet ecstasy, mine was a nightmare
straight from Dante's Inferno. The burning fires of hell came and went
inside me, without respite and without mercy.
In panic, I twisted my back hoping to dislodge David.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! No, you damn monkey!! Ugh! You have to do better that
Oooohhh!!!" he hissed as he plunged deeper into oblivion. I saw his eyes
shut in utmost pleasure, his tongue licking his lips sensually.
His rough hands painfully jerked my hips back into his loins thereby
meeting head on his burning spear. He growled lustily at each deep
penetration, saying to my sweat-covered ears "You're mine now, nigger! I
have marked you forever! No one will have you!" He anchored his fingers
on my hips where I felt him digging fiercely into my skin, never letting
me go. No matter how I wiggled my buttocks away from David, he simply dug
deeper into my hips and pulled me back into him.
"MmmmMMmmmMmmph!!" I cried. My cheeks were wet with tears. I just wanted
him to stop. Oh the pain, such burning pain. Unfortunately, I was
overpowered by a monster. Me! An Insurgent officer! Overpowered by brute
strength by this, this, monster! I could not endure the pain any
longer.
David's tempo increased, sliding furiously his thick penis into my ass. I
felt his sweat-covered abdomen and pelvis strike against the skin of my
back. There was a stickiness that I could not pinpoint- more of fluids
lapping together, flesh rubbing against flesh, lubricating every crevice.
My anus was probably already numb from David's pounding for my eyes had
become white with delirium.
"MMMmmmmph!!!" I moaned desperately.
"Ugh! Ughff! Ughfff! Your small goo-goo ass so tight, tighter than any
whore I have fucked!"
Suddenly, without warning, small electric pulses of pleasure began to
build up in my loins. Every time the bastard penetrated my hole with the
base of his thick uncut penis, a single pulse of indescribable pleasure
sweep my entire being. When he quickened his assault, the more frequent
that erotic feeling welled in me.
I have no idea, even now, what it was hitting on! Was it an organ? How
can that be? The pain I felt being pinioned to the floor while being
raped gradually faded away, and in its place, warm electric currents of
pleasure filled my entrails. My penis became harder as that feeling
increased, and my stomach was fast becoming wet with the fluid that oozed
from my manhood.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh yeah, I'll give you a good lesson sir! Ugh!," David
hissed. The young soldier gyrated into me, making his strokes clockwise
then after a pause, mercilessly jabbing his hard American penis inside.
He then moved his weight forward which forced him to straddle the rump of
my buttocks. His glistening face went into the crook of my neck and
unexpectedly, he lowered his tongue and began licking the salt of my skin
plowing it from my shoulders up to my ear and back down again.
David growled at my right ear with every push, which I surmised that he
truly was enjoying the whole activity. He tongued my earlobe, flicking
it, wetting it, caressing it with his wet rough tongue. He even had the
gall to insert it into my ear as if it was his member and my ear was
another hole to penetrate.
He then said in the most lustful voice: "Ugh! Oh, you're so fucking
delicious Lt. Ibarra. Your ass^Å so tight! Ooohh! I can feel it clamping
on my hard dick! You like my hard dick plowing your delicious brown ass,
don' ya? If only I can eat you, I will! You're mine now nigger. Ugh! Ugh!
You're now my bitch!" He chuckled softly, then smirked at me. His tongue
kept licking my neck and wetting my ear.
I shuddered at his statement. It indeed sent cold butterflies into my
stomach, but my penis oozed otherwise.
Never before have I felt so debased, so enslaved, so^Å owned. I will
never be a property of some stupid Americano, or anyone at that. And I
promised myself that I will never cower under someone's boots. Never. But
the rhythm of David's chest slapping on my back or his pelvis grinding
into my buttocks was quickly melting my resolve. I must not succumb to
him. I have to stand against this feeling^Å this new and frightening
feeling of wanting to be abused. It is not me, dammit!
I can still remember growing up in my grandmother's home at the genteel
Manila district of Malate where the tiled-roof colonnaded mansions and
their bougainvillea hedges are located. Back then, I already had an
independent mind and my grandmother always get frustrated when I go
against her so-called advices. She would yell, "Unico hijo, how many
times do I need to tell you, you have to be here when your Tita Rosing
and I pray the Angelus!" or "Unico hijo, don't touch my Ming
blue-&-whites! They're expensive! Probably more expensive than keeping
you under my roof!" I could only say "Yes Lola Consuelo. I will," and as
soon I left her presence, I dislodged the thought through my other ear.
Grandma Consuelo always groaned every time she sees me, telling herself
out loud, "Dios mio! Animal ka! Akala ko'y isang demonio!" She would
utter countless variations of the same Catholic expletive while doing the
sign of the cross in front of me and this was her affectionate way of
letting me know that I was her little devil.
During those formative years, I was stubborn to a fault and no
self-serving authority can make me do what I do not wish to do. Perhaps
this is why my parents chose to send me away to my grandmother's house in
Manila on the pretense that I shall enjoy the best education that the
Dominican friars of Santo Tomas can give.
Though I was the youngest of eight siblings, I was the only one who was
dark-skinned compared to everyone. My brothers teased me that I was
adopted or I was the maid's bastard son, but I tried to dismiss the
thought off. I wonder if any of their taunts have a grain of truth. My
mother, when she heard this, she merely ignored us and went out to the
garden. Father said that they would come and visit me during Christmas,
but never did. They always send a card and some Chinese ham over, but
that was it. It was odd, and I resented them for all those lost
opportunities that they had wasted. From there, I became cold,
emotionless and detached. My heart had learnt to close its doors, and my
face had discovered how to strip itself of any shred of emotion whenever
the need arises.
Because my parents were more concerned about my educational welfare than
my emotional life, and because my grandmother was more caring towards her
antique Catholic saints (she even dresses them and bathes them!) and her
Ming porcelain, I was left to my own devices to learn the ways of the
world. And yes, the world has found its way inside my anus!
David grunted as his penis stretched my insides once more. He placed his
sweaty face against my neck and said, "Listen sir, I'll take the gag off,
but don't you dare shout for your men! If you understand, nod your head!"
I nodded furiously. My face was a mess. Snot was going down my nose, and
tears were streaking down my cheeks.
David gently hooked his fingers inside my mouth and took away the
saliva-drenched gag. He grabbed my chin, looked deeply into my eyes while
sliding his penis all the way, and without warning, forced his tongue
into my mouth.
"What thumppphhhh!!!" I yelped in surprise.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" David moaned as he ravaged my mouth with his expert tongue.
I felt suffocated and penetrated, but my organ was singing the opposite
tune. It was continuously dripping pre-seminal fluid and its rubbing on
my stomach was all it took from shooting my white cream on the floor.
"MMmmmmmmmm! You taste delicious sir. I think I'll have some more!
Heheheheh!," he smirked.
David dove again into my mouth, his tongue excavating its way into my
throat flicking constantly with my palate. His face smashing against
mine, and from the moonshine, I saw how handsome he is- strong, boyish
and dirty. My head was spinning, I was intoxicated. My eyes were rolling
from pure lust.
"MMmmmmggggg" I moaned.
I felt my loins suddenly tightened as I couldn't hold more the lust that
filled my body. Suddenly, my penis spewed forth thick ropes of white come
on my belly. The floor was splattered with my seed and I really did not
give a damn back then. The soldier took his tongue from my mouth and
proceeded to rape me harder.
"Oh! Oh! Ugh!! Here it comes Lt. Ibarra! I'll make you white with my
come!" David growled. "UUUUUUUHHHHH!!"
David must have felt my anus clenched as I came because in less than a
minute of intense pounding, he jabbed deeply one more time and I felt a
warm fluid engulfing the whole of my entrails. I felt full. But there was
a different feeling, a feeling of being violated. I felt the wildest
pleasure possible, but there is this twinge of nausea that made my
stomach jump. It was a feeling of losing my last barrier to someone who
is my enemy.
"Ahhhh!!! Ohhh! Enough! Please!" I moaned.
I heard my rapist pant behind me as he rested his weight on top of my
body. He leaned towards my face and proceeded to kiss me again. I looked
at him with resentful eyes and clamped my lips tight. His tongue slid
against my lips trying to force his in, but to no avail. He retracted and
looked back to me. Both of his eyes had that look of surprise, and
perhaps disappointment, but I still can sense the deep seated lust that
curdled in his heart.
David smirked, and spat a big batch of saliva on my face. He pushed my
body away from him, the stickiness between us making a sound. His
deflated manhood slid out of my buttocks without first making such
dreaded lip-smacking sound. My face must have burnt crimson when I heard
that embarrassing noise.
"Uhhhhh! Hah! Hah!" I groaned as I felt his weight gone.
David knelt at my right side, and with my pants, he wiped off his sweat
from his chest, back and abdomen, then cleaned his organ and groin with
the same material. I saw the same confident smirk plastered on his cocky
face.
Unexpectedly, I felt something was being wiped on my behind. I turned my
glistening back to see that the foolish soldier was swabbing my good
pants on my come-drenched anus. I flashed David my meanest glare.
"Hmmmph! You were asking for it!" David chuckled. He bent his body
whereby his handsome face was on my right ear.
"Now, here's the deal! If you want my full cooperation, these are my
demands: 1) No sentries guarding me or this hut, and for that I won't
dash off into the forest. That's a promise. 2) My hands will not be bound
in any way starting tonight. 3) The food I shall eat will come from your
plate, you have to share yours with me and we'll eat together. 4) You
shall come into my hut each night for further interrogation. 5) You
shall support me unconditionally when asked by your superiors about my
behavior."
"W-what?" I was sputtering. "Y-you ca-can't make demands you hijo de
puta! You ca-can't! Y-you are our prisoner of war! This is highly
irregular!"
I was about to lift my prone body from the floor when David's knees
suddenly rested on my nape. His whole weight squashed my poor soul on the
bamboo floor.
In a low menacing voice he said, "You shall do exactly as I say or I will
tell the goo-goos out there what a lovely scar you have on your left
buttock and how you begged me to stuff you with my white meatpole. You
can't seem to grasp the idea sir that with your name tarnished, Aguinaldo
will be forced to sign your discharge papers, and with that, you'll go
back to Manila disgraced and probably disowned." He then proceeded to
flick his tongue on my earlobe.
"You are insane!" I protested.
"Am I?" He sniggered.
"No one will believe you! I'll make sure of it!"
"Really Lieutenant? Try me!," he smirked.
". . . "
David paused and looked at my shocked face. He must have seen a tear
rolling down on my eye that he said, "Of course, it's all up to you Lt.
Ibarra. I studied your file, remember? And my dead father was a
psychologist. So, I know how to skin a cat in ten different ways. And
you're the most beautiful cat I've ever laid my eyes on, and I shall keep
you on a tight leash 'cuz from now on Lt. Ibarra, you're my property. Of
course, outside, things will be the way as they were before, but I'm sure
you'll remember my demands without any problem at all!"
"Nnnnooooooo! You can not do this to me you hijo de puta! I can't believe
this." I croaked.
"Yeah, better believe it bub! As Mark Twain said in your article, we
Americans play the European game!"
"Uuugh!" I cried in disgust.
I slumped on the floor. I began to feel my energies drained that night.
My mind had not registered yet the pleasure and humiliation that I had
experienced in just a couple of hours. David stood up and donned his
pants on. He sat on the cot eyeing me as I struggled to get up. I managed
to get my shirt on, and smoothened my pants from any annoying crease. I
folded my wet handkerchief and stuffed it back into my pocket.
I was on my way to the door when David said something under his breath.
"What was that you said?" I demanded.
"Me? Oh, nothing! Nothing at all!" He then gave a lustful chuckle.
"Hmmph! Better watch your head David, many things can happen while you
are sleeping."
"I shall remember that sir. Always."
I can feel his smirked still plastered on his cruel face. I turned the
knob and opened the door as silently I could before my men can jump into
any conclusion. I went down from the bastard's hut and walked on the soft
ground towards a dimly lit hut perched near the camps promontory. A
couple of my men were drinking some palm toddy and as I approached them,
they offered me some to which I declined.
"Leandro! Joselito! You better be on your guard, you hear? I don't want
any trouble on account of your drunkenness tonight."
"Yes, Teniente Ibarra!" they chimed, smiling at me.
"Eh, bueno. Open the lock for me Leandro, I have to interrogate our
prisoner before you boys get so drunk that you won't be able to remember
how to close the lock." I said in friendly banter.
Leandro and Joselito were inseparable twin brothers whose parents were
killed during the start of the American hostilities. Their family was
very poor and subsisted only on the produce of their small vegetable plot
outside their hut. They lived in a tiny village nestled under the
coconuts, papaya plants, and frangipani trees. It was hidden and
beautiful.
When the Americanos arrived at their village one fine morning, all the
residents were rounded up into the main street and the American soldiers
began burning their palm huts while looting each house for any gold and
jewels they can get their hands on. Both boys told me how their parents
and neighbors must have watched in horror as their lives burned to
cinders. Many wailed and cried, and some who tried to save their houses
were shot by soldiers with no mercy or regard.
During the time when the crime happened, the twins were on their way to
the recently opened public school ironically administered by American
soldiers. When they walked back home, they were greeted by stray dogs
sniffing at pools of dried blood, spent bullet shells and the burnt
remains of their neighbors' homes. The whole place was eerily silent.
They rushed barefoot towards their house but when they got there, it was
empty, and ruined. Leandro and Joselito searched frantically everywhere-
the coconut plantations, banana groves, the river, and even under the
bridge, but there was no sign that they were there.
As they walked backed, they saw one of the village strays crossing the
street and in its mouth, it carried what seemed to be a portion of a
baby's arm. The boys glanced left and remembered that there was an
abandoned copra mill some distance from the main road. They ran as fast
as they could and when they could already see the mill, a strong metallic
stench assaulted their nostrils.
They dashed towards the back of the mill and what they saw will never be
forgotten. In an open pit were scores of lifeless bodies piled on top of
one another, drenched red. Mothers, sons, daughters, grandfathers- whole
families exterminated with no pity at all. Even toddlers were not spared.
Each had a bullet wound on the head and many have bayonet marks on their
backs. Several strays were getting a handful from gnawing and feasting on
the flesh of the dead.
The twins cried and began to look for the corpses of their parents. They
first beat the strays with sticks driving them off. They took their
clothes off and lowered themselves into the pit. They had to sift through
the dead faces of their neighbors whose mouths were open in anguish,
their friends whose closed eyes betray the horror. Even the beautiful
lasses whom they had personal fantasies for were also slaughtered.
Suddenly, they heard a wail coming from above the pit.
"AAAAHHH! INAY!!!", the boy cried. Mother!
"ITAY! Bakit? Bakit?" Father! Why? Why?
Leandro signaled to his brother that he will take a look. He climbed up
the pit and saw that it was a child.
The boy was about eight or nine years old, poor and exhausted. He said he
came from the next town where he heard that everyone from this village
was massacred in retaliation for the grisly death of an American officer.
His father sent him to buy some soap and cooking oil from the market, and
as soon as he had heard what happened, he dropped his load and ran back
to find his parents.
Joselito clambered up the pit and the twins assured the boy that they
shall help him find his parents. All three boys went down into the pit
and after an hour, they had located their kin. One by one, they pulled
the corpses up and laid them on the ground.
All three cried and cried. They beat their fists into the ground
promising revenge for this cowardly act. That same afternoon, they buried
their loved ones in the yard of their former homes and later that night,
they took flight into the deepest part of the jungle where they
ultimately ended up as foot soldiers in our campaign to kill Americanos.
Both boys are still learning the ropes which is probably why General
Miclat assigned them to me, but from what I have observed from their
training, they are really quick learners and have the presence of mind, a
trait that many of my men do not have.
Leandro quickly took out the lock and opened the bamboo door. He stepped
aside and saluted me stiffly. I saluted back and went inside. I had
difficulty walking ever since coming out from David's hut and with Pvt.
Wilkins sleeping in his cot, I must walk firm steps so that he would not
notice my discomfort.
"Sit up, soldier!" I shouted.
Pvt. Wilkins who still has some caked blood on his forehead jerked up
from his cot and turned to me. He rubbed his eyes with his bound hands
and furrowed his brows trying to see who it was that disrupted his deep
sleep. As soon as he saw my face, he became so flustered that his cheeks
went livid.
"Uh^ÅUh^Å" He panicked.
"Cat got your tongue, soldier?" I mused.
"Sorry sir," he replied. Pvt. Wilkins' eyes went from my dirtied pants
and with a flash of suspicion, he quickly looked down to the bamboo
floor.
". . ."
"I see you are more relaxed than yesterday. How is your head?" I asked.
"Fine sir," he replied.
"Dinner?"
"Already done sir."
"My. My. Isn't he a bit subdued today! I must find out what Sgt. Tibo-on
did yesterday to make this beast turn into a sheep," I thought. It had to
be something big for him to be cooperative. Perhaps the bump on the head?
Tibo-on must know! It's imperative that I should speak to him.
"What is your first name, Pvt. Wilkins?"
"Jeremiah, sir."
"Wife?"
"Died of cholera," he replied. His voice cracked and full of sadness.
"Children?"
"None sir"
"Why did you join the army Pvt. Wilkins?"
"Money sir."
"Money?" I asked, surprised at the frankness of his reply.
"Yeah sir. I was promised lots of bucks if I join the army here in the
Philippines. They are in short of volunteers sir."
"I see. Who promised you that soldier?"
"General Franklin Bell sir, the head of the army here in Batangas sir."
I took a mental note of Pvt. Jeremiah Wilkins. I misjudged him
completely. I thought Pvt. David Colt would be the easier of the two, but
in fact, it is this poor soul in front of me who is more cooperative. I
saw his eyes shift, from the floor to my pants and up my crotch. The
light fabric of my pants can sometimes give the illusion of a bulge, but
I could not care less. I like wearing it for its comfort, not for its
sensuality. But as for Pvt. Wilkins, has he smelled our cum?
"How many regiments does your general have in these parts?"
I looked down where his legs meet and I saw a thick tube snaking upward.
"Five sir."
"And where are they located?"
"I dunno sir. My superiors know where, but us soldiers do not know sir,"
he softly replied. His eyes were on my pants. I think he may be
scrutinizing all the stains that splattered a while ago.
"It is alright soldier."
Damn! I am getting an erection again! My penis formed a bulge in front
unmindful of the soldier sitting in front of me. I think I need to
reestablish my authority over these Americanos especially after I was
stupidly humiliated by that bastard Colt. Pvt. Wilkins may just be the
fool who can salvage my frustrated ego today.
I surprised myself when I said, "Thank you soldier. You may go back and
rest. But before I go, I need to inspect you before I retire tonight.
Camp protocols, you understand. I am sure you do Pvt. Wilkins, since it
is your race that is fond of protocols and gentlemen's agreement."
" Uhh^Å"
I continued, "Kindly bend over on your cot and please lower your pants
down. This will only take a minute soldier, nothing to worry about
really."
The rugged solder blanched and gulped. I saw beads of sweat forming on
his forehead as if he knew exactly what will happen. Besides, he has
already defiled men before, so this won't be a surprise to him. He bent
his hips on the cot where he rested his torso on the canvas spread. My
hands started unbuckling his pants and after a few seconds, the material
landed on his ankles.
I grabbed his hairy buttocks and mashed them with my deft fingers. Pvt.
Wilkins squirmed momentarily but did not make a move to get out of the
cot. I spit into my fingers and proceeded to wet his back entrance. His
buttock was muscular with generous amounts of curled hairs that made it
look masculine. I jabbed my finger inside his hole and he stiffened as I
pushed deeper into him.
"Uhhhh" moaned Pvt. Wilkins.
"You do not like that soldier? The inspection is not even half-way
through yet!" I sneered.
"No^Å no^Å I mean^Å Ahhhh^ÅOhhhh" he mumbled as I inserted my second
finger into him. I added more spit into his puckering hole which only
made it hungrier for my touch.
"Admit it. You like being inspected."
"Nooooo^Å ooohhh^Å shittt^Å. Sooo^Å soooo^Å fuck!!" he moaned.
"Shush! You better keep that sensual mouth of yours shut if you do not
want to be tied to a banana tree for the rest of the night!" I growled.
"Please sir^Å no more^Å it's soooo good," he pleaded.
I smirked at this trussed-up soldier. I pulled out my fingers and wiped
them on Jeremiah's pants. I then unbuckled my cum-stained pants and knelt
behind him.
"Please be gentle sir. It's still painful sir." Pvt. Wilkins looked at me
with those pitiful eyes. Even a rugged man like him with his strong
mountain features can still melt my stupid heart.
I said to him gently, "Alright Jeremiah, I shall do you slowly. Just suck
in some air. And why is your bottom painful, eh?" I reached down and
inspected his anus and I saw that some parts were still red from being
rubbed too much.
". . ."
"Do not worry. I shall know sooner or later. Just relax and let me in,
ok?" I cooed.
"Y-yes sir."
I spat some saliva on my throbbing brown penis and flicked it over his
hole, teasing my target. His hole puckered. Oh, I could not wait to
invade his inner sanctum.
In one forceful push, I penetrated Jeremiah Wilkins' private bottom. My
throbbing manhood speared his anus until it reached the base of my groin.
Ohhh^Å what a feeling! Such tight muscular hole massaging my entire
length! My trembling eyes were relishing in the explicit pleasure when I
heard my victim scream.
"Aaaaaaahhhh!!! Please Stop sir! It hurts!!!"
Jeremiah howled a bit louder than usual that I immediately clamped my
hands over his mouth.
"MMMMMmmmphhhh!!" He moaned.
Suddenly, the door opened. Standing by the door was Leandro and Joselito
with rifles drawn in our direction.
"S-SIR! We heard a sound! We thought you were hurt!" Leandro ejaculated.
"It's alright Leandro. Both of you, close the door." Joselito hurriedly
bolted the door.
Leandro and Joselito gasped as they realized that I was pistoning my
penis in and out of Pvt. Wilkins' ass. I did not bother pulling my penis
out. I let my instincts guide my hips as I slammed into the poor soldier.
I think I saw the face of both boys turned maroon from our spectacle, but
they did not excuse themselves or go out in shame. Both merely stood
their ground with their eyes stuck on the American's undulating hips,
they tongues licking their lips in lustful glee.
"Come! Eat with me!" I smirked at them.
Leadro took the bait. He pulled down his trousers and with his hardening
member sticking out, he walked in front of Pvt. Wilkins. Soon, Joselito
followed suit. He took off all his clothes and rubbed his penis on my
captive's lips.
With the hut locked from the inside, and the windows drawn down, the
forest was the only mute witness to our carnal activity. It watched us
until the first rays of dawn, unmindful and disinterested, as we
continued ravaging the Americano again, again and again.
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