Captured by Rebels

Captured by Rebels - Part 1

by: gekidan

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All actors are 18 or older. And succeeding chapters will feature sexual activities, non-consensual and otherwise, between the characters featured below. If reading this is illegal in your conservative boiler room, then I suggest you go watch CNN.

All characters in this series are real only in author's imagination. Some social and cultural milieus herein are based on my knowledge of my country, the Philippines. They have been embellished along the way in order to make a point. And no, this is not a memoir. I don't want to get Freyed. Enjoy!

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Captured by Moro Rebels -- Part 1

Light was beginning to fall in rapid swatches through the lush green canopy above us as we headed deeper into the hinterlands. I realized it was just past noon, but the forest was becoming so thick with its gargantuan leaves, moss-covered rocks and treetrunks as high as the sky, that my bearing was going haywire. "Where are we going? Where are they taking me?" These were the thoughts of a captive in panic. My sense of direction has gone past its function. I can't pinpoint any landmark in this freaking jungle. At first I could still recognize and memorize our trail, but after few hours, I was completely lost. My whole survival was at the mercy of these men and I hate it.

Hiking up on a leaf-covered trail, I was pitted in the middle of a group of rugged angry men- scary men, either carrying boxes of supplies or toting their guns. My hands were bound tightly in some kind of twine or abaca rope that every time I tried to loosen it, a barrel of an armalite gun came poking on the small of my back.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Wrong move, kid!," with a cluck of his tongue, the voice growled behind me. I felt a smirk growing in his face. I got this bad feeling that behind that fatigue uniform of his, there lies the kind of savagery that all lawless men are capable of doing. It made me want to
shudder just by thinking of it. I hung my head low knowing this was a futile exercise. He then chuckled maliciously. How was I to escape when there are like five men behind me and in front?

My legs were already aching from the two day walk these bastards had imposed on me. My muddied leather shoes- the only one I got- was already falling apart, its leather sole beginning to yawn. "Dammit, if only I fled the first time I heard the shots!," I thought bitterly.

Let me introduce myself. I am Lucius Tan, "Lus" for short. I'm 25 years old, the only son of a middle class rice-trading Chinese-Filipino couple in Mindanao. Yes, I look Chinese but my upbringing is vastly Filipino. My friends back at home are all Filipinos and I can't speak a word of Fukienese, my dad's dialect. What I lack in speech, I make up for my Chinese-ness in my almond-eye looks and my pale skin. I stand 5'9" tall just above average, with broad shoulders, defined pecs and my beginner's six-pack. My best friend said that my face looked like a younger Russell Wong from the Joy Luck Club with the same wavy hair and angular jaw, but I think he was just pulling my leg. He even teased me to enter "Ang TV", then a popular variety show for teens on local TV in the hope that I'll become a celebrity. And yes, I am gay- a gay virgin. No one knows I'm gay, not even my best friend. I was not out of the closet so to speak. My work in the health industry has wrecked my social life to zero, but I'm
not complaining since my job is a fulfilling one. I guess that compensates my lust for men. It kills the libido really.

As we trudged along the narrow path into the endless jungle, I tried to recollect what went wrong. Why the hell were we attacked? What for? We did nothing wrong. We were just a group of doctors on a medical mission sent by the local government to one of those unnamed towns in Cotabato. We couldn't possibly be considered as a threat! What will we do? Stab them with scalpels?? Suture their asses?? They should be ambushing those army tanks, not us! Dammit! Dammit! Shit.

I can remember the whole episode as if it happened just hours ago. I was kneeling down and rummaging through our supplies of bandages and splints in the back when I suddenly heard rapid gunshots piercing through the hot midday air. Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak-tak. Clip. Prak-prak-prak-prak-prak. It was so fast you won't have time to react. My eyes widened and my skin went cold. My brain was telling me to bail for it, but my heart was screaming "You're gonna get shot!!!" I could even hear my heartbeat galloping in fear.

My brief reverie was abruptly shaken by the shrill cry of an unknown bird perched high above the trees heralding our arrival. Oh, the cries. My God, how can I forget those awful cries? Mothers wailing, children crying "Mama! Where are you?", people screaming, feet running here and there, the treatment tent falling to the ground with a swoosh, tables turning and men shouting "There they are! Hurry and fire!" Bam-bam-bam-bam! Budda-budda-budda-budda! Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak! I could practically hear bodies falling into the ground. "Aaaagh" Thud! "Oooow" Thud! And I just stared into the air not believing that this is real life and not some kind of war movie Hollywood came to make.

What devastated me the most was the voice of my team leader, Dr. Cosimo Velez, a 60-year old cardiologist. From what I could hear, it seemed Dr. Velez was one of the last ones to be shot. He was near the supplies tent being his home station. I guess he too was too shocked to do anything, even to run away.

I heard one of the men shouting at the top of his lungs in the native Maranao dialect "You're the Leader of all of this?? You think you can just come tramping into our territory you stupid shit? I know you work for the government asshole. I know your agenda in these parts. You think our dear president can bring in doctors to put up a good face for her government while her fucking tanks are already here standing by to blow us to smithereens? You assholes, every one of you stupid doctors, you're going to pay for what the government did to us a month ago. Maybe you think after massacring the lot of us in Limpang Sumpik, we won't retaliate in some way?? You think we rebels are scared, you piece of bourgeois shit?? Well, it's a good thing you guys came barging in, or else we won't have anyone to exact our revenge! Hahahaha!" Oh geez, I was pretty sure that laugh was made by Satan himself!

"Ok boys, you know what to do! Let's give ol' doc here some rebel kindness!," the man said. Immediately I overheard a most anquished cry "Pleaase...Have mercy...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh", and a sudden crack, followed by the sound of a body slumping on the table, then the sound of Dr. Velez sliding off and hitting the gravel floor. I wanted to shout but I just covered my mouth is utter disbelief. It was a massacre. This was not Krakow or Nanking but they way the whole scenario played out, the more I'm convinced it was.

After 15 minutes of endless bursts of staccato gunfire, there was silence- a deathly silence...that was marred only by feet crunching on gravel towards the supplies tent. I thought "Oh shit! Once they find me here, I'll be dead too. Shit! Shit! Where can I possibly hide?? Lord, why can't I make myself disappear the way they do in the movies?"

On my right side were clean linens and towels and boxes of syringe. My shaking hands immediately went for the linens and I scampered behind the stacks covering myself with it. That was then the footsteps were fast approaching.

I was already saying my last prayers when I heard in thick Maranao accent "Get only the medicines especially the antibiotics and the painkillers. Burn all the other supplies! We don't need them. Leave the bodies alone! Let Gen. Descaril find for himself how we Maranao Tigers exact our revenge!"

There was a sudden movement around me like things being taken away and that was when I realized that these rebels were carting away the syringes and some of the towels to be disposed outside. Shit. I kept thinking "I'm dead when they'll see me here." I simply shut my eyes off to avoid the terror that was to unfold.

Finally, I felt a hand grabbed the sheet on top of me and when I opened my eyes, four armalite barrels were pointing close to my face. I felt my blood drained and an overwhelming dizziness enveloped my whole being as if the whole tent was getting darker. It was only then I passed out.

I'm not sure how long I passed for unconscious but I distinctly remembered being awakened by a heavy blow to my right temple. It felt like a ten-wheeler truck hitting my right side. I slowly opened my eyes and, to my horrors, I immediately realized I was in a gutter my face kissing the dirt and the grass. My mouth was dry and the dizziness was still there.

I shifted my head slowly taking in the sight in front of me. Eight, no, Ten angry-looking men all standing on the dirt trail with their guns cocked, their eyes boring a hole into my head. Even if I squinted, I still can't see their faces because all are against the light.

One of them, a boy perhaps 18 years old, about 5'8" with smooth sun-baked skin, with thick shoulders and muscled arms, his black hair cropped short and sporting a red and white checkered bandana on his forehead came over to my side and savagely kicked my stomach.

"AAAAggghhh!!! Stop!! Please!! I give up!!!," I yelled out in pain.

"Abdullah you fool! You were supposed to carry our guest, not kick him. I see the worm is finally awake," said the man in a faded military fatigue. He looked directly at me and said sarcastically "You only have two options worm, either to get up before I finish this sentence or we'll riddle your body with our bullets."

My mind snapped awake when he said bullets! I was already traumatized by what happened at the site that I don't want to experience it anymore. I pushed myself off the ground and stood up shaking with fear. I can feel the smirks that were plastered in all their brown weather-beaten faces. When I saw their eyes, I realized that they were all looking at my crotch! I immediately looked down and saw it! There I was having a semihard-on outlining in my khaki pants! And they all saw it! And I didn't know I had it!! Fuck! They must think I'm a pervert doctor to be aroused in such a life-and-death scenario. Oh shit. My face went crimson in shame as I tried to cover the evidence. I just hung my head low enough to avoid their mocking glances. I don't do this kind of thing. Why now??

There was a burst of malicious laughter coming from the youngest of the rebels. I cannot bear to look at their faces. Ooh, the shame I felt was excruciating. How I waited for the earth to swallow me whole. And fuck, my dick was getting more aroused by the unwanted attention. It hardened to its full girth bulging nastily in front.

"Boss Ali, you're right to spare this one. I can tell," a guy in another fatigue remarked.

"Yeah Achmed, my plans are already drawn. Now, let's get going before sundown. You worm, get on your feet! You're marching in front of me!"

He waved his gun in front of me indicating that I follow its direction.

"Abu, tie his hands with our spare rope. We don't want the worm to think we're getting soft on him, do we? As of now, you are nothing but a worm. A worm that can be crushed by my boot! If we shoot you right here right now, it won't be a loss to us. You're just collateral damage. So, if you value your life worm, then, I suggest you follow orders! And that's from anyone of us here!"

Abu tugged the knot twice to check that he securely tied my wrists. I felt like sheep to slaughter. And damn, my hardon was still raging through the fabric.

"Now, March!!" Ali barked as he hit my right shoulder blade with the butt of his gun.

I have no choice, but to start walking. Uncomfortable I was, my dick on the other hand was having a field day. My face went from crimson to pink. Damn the little bugger.

I looked sideways and I overheard Abu saying "Boss, did you see that? Even now his dick is still hard. I can't believe that a good-looking doctor like him can be this perverted. Boss, so when do we 'eat?'" He said it while holding his crotch. I wasn't sure whether Abu was just hungry for food or for something else.

"Later. All in good time. I myself am hungry too. I think we need to roast our 'chicken' tonight.", Ali quipped. He and Abu glanced at me when they saw that I overheard their conversation. Abu smirked and with a guttural force, he spat out a large batch of saliva to the ground. He proceeded to wipe his lips with his sleeve and went back towards the others.

Ali just smiled at Abu and turned to me and said, "Be careful now worm, don't get any ideas 'cuz here in the jungle of Cotabato, anything goes. No law will stop my men from doing what they want. And usually what they want, they get." and Ali barked "Now, eyes on the trail worm!"

I did what Ali said. I just focused on the ground in front side-stepping slippery rocks and old tree stumps. But it kept me thinking though. Abu is I think about 20 years old, 5'10" his straight shoulder-length black hair covered his ears, and has a nice round pecs that pressed against his olive green tee-shirt and, his V-shaped abdomen was something you'd get from constantly going to the gym.

On the other hand, Ali their boss, must be like 5'11", 24 or 25 no older than that. His hair longish with the exact cut like Che Guevara tousled up to make like a bad-boy appearance, his skin smooth and browned by the sun, and his body just fit into his fatigue like a glove. His pecs are really straining under that uniform and his biceps just swallow up the sleeves. He must have done some military training one way or the other. His body is not that of an ordinary rebel. I've read from the news lately that Moro rebels were courted by the government to lay down their arms and as a bonus, they were given the chance to join the regular units. Some did join out of money, but some returned to the boondocks because they were still treated with suspicion by the regulars. Maybe Ali was one of them.

If I'm not mistaken, the smiles from the two men behind me were lust driven. Or was it my imagination? It has to be my mind playing tricks on me. And that thing that Ali said about his rebels getting what they want, it doesn't make any sense. I know they're hungry, if so, then, they could just steal something, but not throw lewd smiles at me!

Then is it because of their lust that I was spared so that they could eat me? Oh, c'mon! It just doesn't fit the picture. Cannibals I can imagine, but battle-scarred soldiers like them? It's simply too farfetched.

Then, why was I spared? While every one of my coworkers and even my superior were gunned down without a bat of an eyelash, I was not killed like an animal. Until now, I still can't believe it. Why was I the only one to be captured? And captured alive?? There must be a financial angle to all this! Oh, damn. Maybe because I'm Chinese, therefore, these hoodlums think my parents can pay the ransom! That's it! They want to milk my parent for every penny they worked hard for! These stupid rebels must think that we Chinese won't cooperate with the inutile police, so they think it's easy payment for them! Oh, fuck.

After half an hour of merciless terrain, the group was coming into a flat clearing of fresh cogon grass. I hear the heavy footsteps of the one behind me. I know he too must be tired from all this walking. Maybe this was going to be my chance to flee.

I tried to loosen the knot by straining my wrists against it but to no avail. It still was tight enough that my hands were getting rope burn from constantly trying to pry free. I knew Ali did not see this because there was no gun poking behind my back. But if I need to escape, it has to be in that clearing!

The tall bamboo trees, the hanging vines and the huge acacia behemoths gave way to short clearing which was bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun. It was in the middle of the jungle and was encircled by a peerless curtain of rainforest. The clearing was full of tall cogon grass that turns golden when the sun strikes them and they were tall enough to hide a man inside.

The group was clearly fatigued and probably dehydrated for walking endlessly without stopping. Even I myself was beginning to succumb to it. Then, I saw the opportunity. As the grass was much taller in the middle of the clearing, I also saw that there was a depression on the far right of the trail making it more practical for me to hide there.

Eleven of us trekked towards the center when suddenly, I turned my head towards the left of the clearing and bellowed "There's the military!"

All of them jumped to attention and several in the back dropped the boxes and readied their rifles for an imminent attack. Ali lead the group and jumped into a dry ditch near the trail. While they were straining their necks and their rifles cocked, I jumped and took a mad dash eastwards to a small distance away from the small depression. My already tired feet were barely flying even though the adrenaline was kicking in full time.

Ali turned his head towards my direction and his eyes widened with surprise. He jumped up and shouted angrily, "The motherfucking swine had us!! The worm tricked us!! Ohh, he's gonna get it I swear. He's gonna pay for wasting my time with his futile games."

He placed his hands to his mouth curling them like a megaphone and proceeded to call me "You worm! I know this clearing more than anyone else! I know the depression near you and I know the best hiding places here! There's no escape here, kid! Give it up!"

I was still undaunted by his threats. I was beyond scared to be exact. It's more of a desperate struggle to escape. I ducked my head and scrambled for the depression. Running towards the jungle edge was not an option since they'll see me clear as day, and I don't want to become another target practice for these muscle-headed rebels. I was extra careful not to make any sudden movement that would disturb the cogon grass. Just a few meters more.

My feet jumped into the depression knowing this was the only place to hide. It was small about 5x5 meters with a cliff-like promontory on one side. From afar, it's as if the horizon just continued until the edge of the jungle, but in reality it dropped several feet thereby covering the spot with tall grass on all sides.

I saw a small stone with a sharp edge to which I started rubbing it through the rope. Little by little and fiber by fiber, the twine knot snapped free. My wrists were freed and I saw the rope burns were beginning to blister.

I suddenly heard a sound rustling among the cogon grass. I was sure it's one of them! My fear kicked in once again and I was too paralyzed to move. This was the only place I know! The rustling sound grew stronger and stronger. It took probably a couple of minutes more for them to find me. And I hope it's not Ali who finds me. I'll be executed for sure!

Then with flash, I saw Ali jumped out of the grass and sprang towards me, pinning my wrists with his muscular arms to the ground. I was immobile. I was dumbstruck. I was the prey and he was the hunter.

And he was wearing just an olive green shirt! He surely must have left his fatigue at the trail. Shit! His body was unbelievably fit! He has a nice toned body with large round pectorals, not so puffed up but really round and tightly defined, with large dark brown nipples protruding against the fabric. How I wanted to suck them. His arms were very tightly wounded with bulging biceps firmly in place. I saw he has a short goatee betraying a more youthful rebel. I even smelled a trace of cheap perfume mixed with sweat that clung onto his shirt. And I felt a familiar stirring in my groin. Not now.

He was not pressed against me but rather his legs knelt beside my hips. I saw that his face burned with fury that I can hear him gritting his teeth. His neck muscles tensed up. His eyes were drilling me so bad, I wasn't able to look at him straight on. He freed his right arm and without warning, he hit smacked me right on the face. And another smack, more forceful this time. And another harder smack. My cheeks were bright red from the smack. And another hit. I can feel a dribble of warm liquid pooling in my mouth. And another smack this time on the chin. The pain was simply exquisite. It was like being hit by fifty people at the same time.

I just shut my eyes and clenched my mouth because I felt during that time that I deserved such a beating. It was weird because my brain was telling me that this was the effect of my escapade, but I know for sure that this was uncalled for. I was doing everything to escape in order to survive and my body's punishing me for it? How illogical can that be? Tears were flowing and flowing non-stop like the fear and frustration in me of not being able to escape had transmuted them into sudden excessive lacrimation. However, the stirring in my groin area trebled in intensity cramping the tight space within.

Ali, probably saw the tears and my wincing, then decided to stop the beating. He must have relaxed because I could feel his weight shifting to my midsection. He eased his positioned somewhat and he noticed the thing I was trying so hard to subdue. He saw again that I had another hard-on, more intense than the one before.

"You really get aroused by me beating you, huh worm? Or is it because I'm sitting on top of you? Don't worry. Either way, you piece of shit will pay for this stupid delay you have caused the group! This was not the punishment we give for those who stray from the path. That will come later tonight. This was just a reminder of what happens if you make a fool out of me! Consider it as my personal touch! Heh-heh!"

I cringed at his words not because they hurt but because of the stupidity of their ill-thought zeal. "Stray from the path" my ass! And there's more to come? Oh damn.

What he did next caught me completely off guard. Ali lowered himself against me and licked the dab of blood that was coming out of my mouth. He let his wet tongue trail the fresh blood that dribbled from my lips to halfway down to my chin. I can even feel that soft breath coming from his rugged lips. I let out a soft moan.

He sat again on my midsection and Ali roughly grabbed the outline of my hardened shaft that swelled the confines of my khaki pants and gave it a couple of strokes and said: "You like this you pervert. Yes? Don't worry. We'll make you cum providing you service us with your mouth and your ass everyday. That's why I spared your life then. I decided your mouth and your ass are worthy commodities to take with me in my rebellion. My men are very lonely and are in want of a good fuck whenever they get it. Girls are hard to come by in this area, but you'll make a great substitute. Best of all, you won't get pregnant! So, I suggest to you worm, that if you want to live, then start paying for it!" He said that while continuing to tightly stroke my raging leaking hard-on.

"Ooohhh.... Ohhh... Mr. Ali... please... ahhh... ummm... I'm sorry... ahhhh I wasn't thinking back then. Ooohh... Please .... Shit...... Ohhh..." my mind was mumbling incoherently as I struggled between yielding to this forbidden pleasure or to remain steadfast in my struggle from their clutches. Unfortunately, in one tight squeeze by Ali's manipulative hands, my control went to zero as hot liquid cum spewed into my briefs coating it with slick manjuice. "OOhhhh... shitt.... Can't.... my..... ohhhh" There was no stain on the pants, but I could feel that my briefs were swimming in it.

Ali breathed lustily with slow "hah" "hah" "hahs" and I can see that his crotch has a wet spot and was fully packed with his raging meatbone ready to be serviced. I think I want that job before I die.

He said, "Hah. Hah.. you worm. This is not the end of it. How stupid can you be? Anyway, your mouth and ass are mine later. We'll camp here tonight. It's too late to venture further into the forest." Ali got up and kicked me in the chest saying loudly "Stand up worm! I ought to have blown your brains while I had the chance. You really make my blood boil.
Now, stand up!!"

What was that all about? He made me feel good and then in a snap of his fingers, he made me feel like a prisoner once again. Split personality? A hidden agenda? What? Perhaps I was imagining things that in reality were inert from the start. I thought I'd be treated less of a captive, but I was stupid enough to be fooled that this wasn't so. Probably it was just my "wishful thinking" defense mechanism trying to protect me from the wicked reality I was facing.

With a wave, Ali shouted to his fellow rebels "I have found the worm. There's no need to search any further. It is nearing sunset and it's stupid to hike into the forest at this hour. We'll camp here in the depression. That way no one will see us. I know it's a delay but this worm here promised to make it up for us. It might even take the whole evening!" And with an evil smile, he shoved me down the depression and went to speak with his mates about the plan for the night.

I saw them turned their heads towards me and I could feel their vengeful hatred heating the cogon grass around. I shuddered at the prospect of more punishment to come. Was that a smirk? Shit.

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I hope to hear more from your comments and suggestions. This is my first story into gay fiction writing. I apologize for any typos or grammatical errors. This is still an open ended story, so your comments will help me improve it to become a better one.