Khalid, a senior soldier, mentors his younger comrades. His advice combines pragmatism and brutality, underscoring the soldiers’ practical approach to life and their attachment to tradition. It highlights the generational transmission of cultural values.
Chapter 6: Khalid’s Advice
Night had draped the camp in darkness, longing for the sun, but the soldiers' tents glowed with the flicker of lanterns, casting long shadows. Under this cloak of night, it was fun to play.
Khalid's Mentorship
Khalid, a seasoned, respected soldier with a reputation for both his prowess in battle and his cunning in handling captives, held court in his tent. Around him gathered younger soldiers, eager to learn from his experience. Among them was Tariq, a new recruit with much to learn about the art of war and the spoils it brought.
Khalid spoke with a voice that commanded attention, "Remember, the key to managing them is consistency in the anal penetration. They need to feel your power every moment, especially at night when their guard is down." His words were punctuated by the occasional laughter or murmur of agreement from his audience.
The Nightly Regime
Aldric, who had been assigned to Captain Qasim, found himself enduring the night's "duties". Qasim, using Khalid's advice, made sure Aldric understood his place, his hands and words a constant reminder of who held the power. Aldric's warrior spirit was challenged not by combat but by these intimate, degrading acts, his body used in ways that were meant to break him further.
Eadric, now under Rashid's command, was paraded around during the day, but the night belonged to Rashid's personal dominion. Eadric's beauty, once his pride, now made him a trophy in Rashid's tent, where he was forced into acts that mocked his former nobility, his shame a silent companion to the night's activities.
Finn was passed among the younger soldiers, his youth making him a novelty. His nights were filled with lessons in submission, where the soldiers, following Khalid's advice, consistently used him to satisfy their needs. His innocence was not simply lost, it was used.
Hakon, known for his protective nature, now found himself in a role where he was expected to care for the soldiers in the most intimate ways. His nights were long, filled with tasks that blurred the line between caregiving and servitude, his body and spirit both exhausted by morning.
Sven, once a man of commerce, now traded in different currency. His nights were a series of humiliations, where soldiers, under Khalid's guidance, took turns to use him, each one trying to outdo the other in dominance, his former arrogance now a memory.
Bjorn, with his wild spirit, was subjected to nights where his strength was turned against him. Soldiers, heeding Khalid's words, used brute force, ensuring that even in the darkness, Bjorn knew who was in command, his body a battleground for their desires.
Leif, whose physical attributes were often the subject of crude jests, found his nights filled with tasks that served the soldiers' personal needs. His muscular form, particularly his notable posterior, was both a source of their entertainment and a tool for their pleasure, his duties extending far beyond the kitchen, into the realm of personal servants in the most personal sense.
With Khalid's advice echoing in his ears, young Tariq stepped forward, eager to prove his worth among the seasoned soldiers. That night, with the mentorship of Khalid and the encouragement of his peers, Tariq approached Finn, less hesitant than before. He whispered the words he'd learned, his actions guided by the collective wisdom of his mentors, each thrust a well-learned lesson. The other soldiers watched, their laughter a mix of approval and amusement, as Tariq practiced anal penetration - not as an art, but as a craft. He was a proper lad and his dick was brown.
Khalid's Legacy
As the night wore on, Khalid's lessons echoed through the camp. The soldiers, emboldened by his teachings, found in these acts not just a means of domination but also a way to bond, their laughter and shared stories of conquest over their captives strengthening their brotherhood.
As days turned into nights and nights into days.
Chapter 6.1: "Aldric's Nights"
Aldric's first night in captivity was a descent into a new form of warfare, one where his body was the battlefield. Assigned to Captain Qasim's tent, the night began with a cruel parody of a wedding, where Aldric was mocked as the bride. The soldiers outside laughed and cheered.
Inside, Qasim ensured Aldric knew his place. With a smirk, Qasim stripped Aldric of his warrior's garb, replacing it with something sheer and humiliating, designed to expose rather than cover. Aldric's muscular frame was on display, his scars and strength now a source of perverse fascination rather than respect.
Qasim's hands were everywhere, asserting dominance, his touches both possessive and invasive. "You were a warrior, now you aren't," he whispered, his breath hot against Aldric's ear as he forced Aldric into acts that were meant to strip him of any remaining dignity. The physicality of it was brutal - gripping, pushing, controlling, each movement a lesson in submission.
Aldric's resistance was met with a harshness that left no room for dignity; his attempts to maintain his pride were quickly quelled by physical force, his body manipulated into positions of surrender. The night was long, filled with moments where Aldric's strength was turned against him, his body used in ways that mocked his former life.
Aldric's Days
The days that followed were filled with tasks meant to further humiliate. Aldric was made to serve Qasim's meals, his hands now used for delicate tasks, his warrior's grip mocked by the soldiers. His every move was scrutinized, and any sign of resistance was met with immediate punishment, often in front of others.
At night, the pattern continued, with Qasim using Aldric to reassert his dominance. The physical intimacy was relentless, designed not just for Qasim's gratification but as a tool to mold Aldric into submission. Each night, Aldric learned new depths of degradation, his body used in ways that left him feeling less like a man and more like an object.
The Subsequent Nights
As nights passed, Qasim's control over Aldric grew. The physical acts became more routine but no less humiliating. Qasim would often share Aldric with other officers, turning the intimate into a spectacle of power, where Aldric's body was passed from one man to another, each adding something new.
Aldric's body bore the marks of these nights - bruises from where he was held too tightly, marks from where he was gripped in anger or desire. His shame was palpable, not just from the physical acts. He was reduced from a warrior to a concubine.
The shame Aldric felt was not just personal but social; the other captives saw him differently, and even the soldiers' respect for him as a warrior was replaced by a perverse admiration for his endurance under their control. His identity as a man, as a warrior, was systematically dismantled, replaced by the identity of a captive wife.
As days turned into nights and nights into days, Aldric's spirit was tested in ways he had never imagined on the battlefield. Here, in the confines of Qasim's tent, the war was for his asshole, for his sense of self, and with each passing night, that battle was more and more lost.
Look at our little prince.
Chapter 6.2: Eadric's Nights
Eadric, the young prince whose life had been one of luxury and command, faced his first night under the control of Sergeant Rashid like a lamb to the slaughter. The soldiers, aware of his noble background, treated his initiation into servitude with a special kind of cruelty, turning his regal bearing into a mockery.
Rashid’s tent was lit with a dim, flickering light, casting shadows as Eadric was brought before him. The contrast between his royal upbringing and this moment was stark. Dressed in what was meant to mimic a bride's attire, Eadric's golden hair was left loose, his clothes designed to humiliate, to strip him of his princely dignity.
Rashid, with a grin that showed both delight and dominance, began the night by parading Eadric around, showing off his prize to those soldiers who had gathered outside, their laughter a cacophony of derision. "Look at our little prince," Rashid taunted, his hands roaming over Eadric in a way that left no doubt about his intentions.
The physical intimacy that followed was brutal. Rashid used Eadric's body in ways that contradicted everything the young prince had known about respect and honor. His touches were invasive, his words degrading, each act designed to break Eadric's spirit. Eadric's once-proud posture was forced into submission, his protests met with laughter and more forceful handling, his body manipulated for Rashid's pleasure and to showcase his dominance.
The Following Days
The next day, Eadric was not allowed to forget his night's initiation. His tasks were centered around serving, cleaning, and being on display. Soldiers made a game of touching him, commenting on how 'pretty' he looked, their hands often straying where they shouldn't, each touch a reminder of his fall from grace.
Eadric’s beauty, once his pride, now became a source of constant humiliation. He was made to dance for the amusement of the soldiers, his movements mocked and directed by their hands, turning his grace into something vulgar. His role was clear - he was to be seen, not as a prince, but as an object of their entertainment and desire.
The Subsequent Nights
Each night in Rashid's tent was a continuation of the first, with variation in the acts but the same underlying theme of domination and degradation. Rashid would allow others to visit, turning Eadric's body into a shared resource among the higher-ranking soldiers, each one adding to the prince's humiliation.
The physical aspects were relentless - being held, moved, and used in ways that would have been unthinkable in his former life. Eadric's body bore the imprints of these encounters, both in bruises and in the haunted look in his eyes. His nights were filled with whispered threats, crude comments, and the physicality of being controlled, his princely demeanor shattered.
The toll on Eadric was immense. His fellow captives, seeing him in this new light, could hardly reconcile the proud prince with the figure he was becoming. Where he once would have commanded respect, now he was an object of jest.
The soldiers took pleasure in this inversion, their camaraderie strengthened by their shared power. For Eadric, each touch, each command, was a reminder of his subjugation, his princely pride replaced by the shame of servitude. The nights were the harshest teachers.
Under the pretext of cleanliness.
Chapter 6.3: "Finn's Nights"
Finn, with his youthful, boyish beauty, was the subject of much attention from the moment he was claimed. His first night was not spent with one captor but shared among a group of younger soldiers, eager to exploit his innocence. The night began in a communal tent, where the soldiers had gathered, their anticipation palpable.
Finn was dressed in something that barely qualified as clothing, his lithe, smooth body on display, his green eyes wide with fear and confusion. His boyish features, soft skin, and the vulnerability of his youth made him a prime target for games.
The soldiers started with grooming Finn, under the guise of preparing him for his new life. They took him to what could only be described as a makeshift shower area, where they washed him, their hands all over him under the pretext of cleanliness. The water was cold, the touches warm but invasive, the act of bathing playful. They commented on his body, his pale skin, the softness of his form, each touch a blend of curiosity and control.
Back in the tent, the night's true purpose unfolded. They made him dance, his movements coaxed and corrected by their hands, his body pressed against theirs in a parody of intimacy. Laughter and lewd remarks filled the air as they took turns with him, each one teaching him through physical means. His innocence was mocked, his youth exploited, his body used in ways that left him dirty.
The Following Days
During the day, Finn was often used for lighter tasks, his appearance making him more suited for serving the soldiers in personal ways rather than heavy labor. He was sent to fetch water, his slender frame and pretty face drawing comments from those he passed. His tasks often involved close contact with the soldiers, whether it was helping them dress, serving food, or even assisting in personal grooming, each interaction laced with touches and kisses that were both casual and possessive.
Common showers became a regular part of his routine, where he was forced into close quarters with soldiers, their hands helping him clean, their members making him dirty. His youthful physique, with its lack of hair and soft contours, was the subject of their crude humor and desires.
The Subsequent Nights
The nights that followed were a continuation of his initiation, with the soldiers taking turns or sometimes sharing him. His beauty was used against him, his body explored and exploited under the cover of darkness, where the soldiers felt free to indulge in their fantasies. They would comment on his physical attributes, his smooth chest, the curve of his hips.
Finn's nights were filled with whispers of what they wanted from him, laughter at his naivety, and the physicality of being handled, passed from one to another, each interaction stripping away more of his innocence. His body was now a tool for their pleasure.
His youth, which should have been a time of exploration and growth, was instead marked by degradation and loss. The shame of being used in such intimate, public ways was overwhelming, his identity as a young man twisted into that of a plaything. The soldiers, through their shared use of him, found an unbreakable camaraderie.
A stark contrast to any intimacy Hakon might have known before.
Chapter 6.4: "Hakon's Nights"
Hakon, the strong yet gentle father and husband, faced his first night in captivity with a resolve to his body. He was assigned to Basim, a soldier who relished in turning him into a source of mockery. The tent was dimly lit, the air thick with tension, as Hakon was brought before Basim, his muscular frame a stark contrast to his vulnerable position.
Basim started by stripping Hakon of his rugged clothes, replacing them with something that mocked his masculinity, but emphasizing his physical attributes. Hakon's broad shoulders, his strong back, and his muscular legs were all put on display, his body prepared for a night that would test his endurance in ways he had never imagined.
The night began with what Basim called preparation, a cruel jest where Hakon was made to wash himself in front of the soldiers, who watched with sincere interest. His body, marked by the toil of his previous life, was now an object of their amusement. The soldiers' hands would assist, their touches invasive, commenting on his physique, especially his muscular rear, which they found particularly compelling.
Once alone with Basim, the nature of Hakon's new role was revealed. Basim was not gentle; his approach was one of domination, using Hakon's body to assert his control. The physical act of penetration was not just about pleasure but also about pain. The pain was immediate and sharp, a stark contrast to any intimacy Hakon might have known, his body tensing against the invasion, his mind grappling with the shame of it.
Basim's words were a mix of mockery and commands, emphasizing Hakon's new status, his pain a source of satisfaction. Hakon's muscles, once used to protect and provide, now tensed in agony, his face contorted with physical pain.
The Following Days
During the day, Hakon was responsible for tending to the soldiers' minor ailments, his hands forced into intimate care under their leering gazes. His muscularity was often the subject of crude remarks, the soldiers finding joy in juxtaposing his strength with his subservient role.
Showers were communal, where Hakon was not spared the invasive touches, the soldiers finding ways to comment on his body, his pain from the night before still evident in his movements. His shame was palpable, his pride as a father and protector twisted into something that served their pleasure.
The Subsequent Nights
Each night with Basim was a continuation of the first, the pain of penetration becoming a ritual of submission. Sometimes, Basim would share Hakon with others, turning his body into a communal resource, each new encounter another layer of shame and physical agony. The soldiers would comment on how he took it, their laughter echoing in his ears, his body reacting with resistance, yet forced into compliance.
Hakon's nights were filled with the physicality of being controlled, his body a battleground for their desires, the penetration a constant reminder of his loss of autonomy. His muscular form, once a symbol of strength, was now used against him.
The shame of being penetrated, of enduring such pain, was not just physical but deeply internalized. Each night chipped away at his identity as a father, replacing it with the reality of his servitude. Among the soldiers, Hakon's ordeal became a topic of jest, their camaraderie reinforced by their shared pleasure they were taking from him.
The constant reminder of his fall from grace.
Chapter 6.5: "Sven's Nights"
Sven, once a proud merchant's son accustomed to dealing in wealth and status, was now a commodity in the hands of his captors. He was under the control of a soldier named Khalil, who saw in Sven an opportunity to break down the haughtiness he perceived in the young man. Khalil's tent was opulent compared to others, a cruel irony for Sven, whose own wealth had been stripped away.
Khalil greeted Sven with a smirk, his gaze appraising him like one might a piece of fine jewelry. Sven was made to strip down to almost nothing, his clothes replaced by something that mocked his former elegance, emphasizing his body in a way that was meant to humiliate.
The night's initiation began with Khalil parading Sven around, his hands roaming freely, commenting on Sven's physique, particularly his lean, well-kept body that was still somewhat unmarred by the harshness of captivity. In a makeshift area set up for washing, Sven was subjected to a public bath where Khalil and a few chosen soldiers assisted, their hands exploring under the guise of cleaning, each touch a lesson in power.
Later, in the privacy of the tent, Khalil was relentless, using penetration not just for his gratification but as a method of total domination. The act was painful, designed to break Sven's spirit, Khalil's words dripping with mockery about Sven's former status. The physical pain was acute, but the humiliation was even more damaging, as Sven grappled with the shame of being used in such a manner, his body betraying his will.
The Following Days
Sven's days were spent in tasks that mocked his previous life of luxury. He was made to serve in ways that emphasized his fall from grace, from cleaning to entertaining, his skills now perverted for the soldiers' amusement. His body, once a symbol of his wealth and care, was now a point of crude commentary, especially his firm buttocks, which they found particularly interesting.
Showers were a group affair where Sven was not only washed but also subjected to further humiliation, his body scrutinized and touched under the pretext of cleanliness. His once-proud posture was now one of resignation, his eyes reflecting the shame of his new existence.
The Subsequent Nights
Each night with Khalil was another lesson in submission, the pain of penetration a recurring theme, Khalil taking pleasure in Sven's discomfort. Sometimes, Khalil would share Sven with others, turning his body into a spectacle of control, each encounter deepening Sven's sense of degradation. The soldiers would jest about how Sven 'handled' his duties, their laughter a constant reminder of his reduced status.
Sven's nights were filled with agony and torment, his body used in ways that contradicted everything he had known about respect and autonomy. His pain was not just physical but a deep-seated shame, his identity as a merchant's son now a distant memory.
The toll was immense. The shame of penetration, the pain, and the constant reminder of his fall from grace eroded his sense of self. Among the soldiers, Sven's plight was a source of entertainment, their camaraderie strengthened by sharing in his humiliation. For Sven, each touch, each night, was a further step into the abyss of his new reality, where his body was no longer his own.
Faris made it clear that Bjorn's strength would be used against him.
Chapter 6.6: "Bjorn's Nights"
Bjorn, whose rugged appearance and wild strength had made him feared in his previous life, was now at the mercy of a soldier named Faris, known for his brutal approach to breaking captives. Faris saw Bjorn as a challenge, a wild beast to be tamed, and his tent was more like a cage than a place of rest.
The night began with Faris stripping Bjorn of his clothes, replacing them with clothes that mocked his natural state—loose, revealing garments that made his muscular, bearded form seem almost comical. Bjorn's body, marked by the outdoors, was now on display, his physical strength forming a vulnerability.
The evening ritual began with what Faris called 'cleansing', dragging Bjorn to a communal shower area where several soldiers gathered to watch. Their touches weren't gentle, fingers digging into flesh, exploring the body under the guise of cleaning. The soldiers commented on his physique, particularly his ass, which they found amusing and appealing.
Back in the tent, Faris made it clear that Bjorn's strength would be used against him. The act of penetration was not just physical but an assertion of power, Faris taking pleasure in the pain it caused. It made Bjorn's body tense, fighting against the invasion. Faris thrust into Bjorn with force, relishing the pain it elicited, the way it made Bjorn's muscles tense and resist. Bjorn's grunts of pain were met with laughter, his resistance mocked as futile.
The Following Days
During the day, Bjorn was assigned to the most grueling tasks, his strength put to use in ways that were both labor-intensive. His muscular form was often the subject of soldiers' crude remarks. Soldiers would pass by, their hands groping his body, their touches a constant reminder of his new role.
Showers were another ordeal, where Bjorn was not only cleaned but also subjected to the soldiers' hands, their touches invasive and mocking, turning his body into a source of entertainment. His wildness was now a point of jest, his strength a tool for their amusement.
The Subsequent Nights
Each night with Faris was painful penetration. Faris would often invite others to witness or participate, turning Bjorn's body into a communal playground, each encounter adding to the layers of his degradation. The soldiers would laugh at his pain, comment on his endurance, make bets, their camaraderie built on this shared act of degrading him.
Bjorn's nights were filled with the physical agony of being used, his body fighting back against the intrusion, yet forced into submission. His muscular frame, once a source of pride, was now a battleground, his pain both a physical and psychological siege. He had to sleep in a cage even though there was no escape route.
The shame of being penetrated, the pain, and the constant degradation reshaped him, from a man of the wild to a captive prey. His once wild and free spirit was caged, his strength used to highlight his subjugation rather than his freedom. Among the soldiers, Bjorn's ordeal was a testament to their power, their laughter and shared stories of his taming reinforcing their brotherly bond.
Every night, soldiers were using him in a crude game of pass-the-farm-boy.
Chapter 6.7: "Leif's Nights"
Leif, with his farm-boy strength and sun-kissed skin, was the center of attentions. The young, muscular farm boy, was assigned to a group of soldiers rather than one individual, his body making him a prime target for collective use. His first night was spent with many men, their tent a den where camaraderie turned into a collective act of penetration. They stripped him, his rough clothes replaced by scraps of fabric that hugged his muscles, drawing attention to his broad shoulders, broad back, big thighs, sculpted chest, and most notably, his firm, large, muscular buttocks.
They took him to the shower area, where under the guise of cleaning, they explored his body. Their hands were all over him, commenting on his strength, his muscularity, with particular focus on his big bum, which they found both amusing and enticing. They touched him everywhere, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, his mouth, his asshole, commenting on how his strength would serve them well, their laughter echoing off the walls. They laughed, commenting on how his body seemed crafted for hard work, but tonight, it would be crafted for pleasure.
Back in the tent, the real ordeal started. The night turned into a series of penetrative acts. One soldier, with a sincere smile, shoved Leif down, forcing his mouth open, the first of many to penetrate it. The taste was new, the act degrading as one after another, they used his mouth, each one trying to outdo the other in making him gag, his eyes watering, his dignity slipping away with each thrust. The soldiers took turns, using various methods oral penetration, some more invasive and painful than others, to assert their dominance. These acts were not just about physical gratification but about establishing a hierarchy, using Leif's body in ways that were a source of pain. One soldier, with a wicked grin, introduced a carved wooden tool, pressing it against Leif, the pain sharp and invasive as it entered him, mocking his now useless strength with each centimeter.
But their desires didn't stop there. As Leif struggled with the invasion of his mouth, hands roamed over his body, pulling him into different positions, positioning him like a piece of meat. One soldier took delight in penetrating him from behind, the pain sharp as he was entered, his muscular rear now a testament to their control, not his strength. Another soldier, perhaps more inventive, used his fingers, pushing deep, curling them to find and exploit Leif's discomfort, his laughter echoing as Leif's body involuntarily responded. They passed him between them, each act of penetration a different kind of violation, from the painful stretch of being taken by a group to the humiliation of being manipulated by hands and objects not meant for such use. They laughed at his discomfort, his body's involuntary reactions, using his strength against him.
They made games out of it, seeing how long they could keep him in one position, how much he could endure. Fingers, mouths, and more were used to explore every part of him, his muscular frame now a playground for their whims. His mouth and asshole were repeatedly invaded, the soldiers finding pleasure in the sound of his retching, in the sight of his strong jaw clenched in futile resistance.
The Following Days
Leif's days were spent in the kitchens where his was still the constant subject of their attention, his body always on display, always available. While he was preparing meals, soldiers would come by, their hands straying, sometimes under the guise of tasting the food, sometimes just to show his place. They'd use his mouth casually, a quick, invasive gesture during work, turning his labor into a source of their amusement. They would find excuses to touch him, their hands sliding under the guise of correcting his posture or guiding his movements, using utensils or even food in ways that hinted at the night's activities. His daily work was punctuated by these moments, where his body was not just a tool for labor but a playground for their desires.
Showers were no sanctuary, where his body was once again open for their inspection, their hands in his hair, on his face, forcing his mouth open, using the communal setting to continue their dominance. Hands in his hair, on his face, their dickheads forcing his mouth open. They would laugh, making crude remarks about his physique, especially how his strong, muscular body was now used for such degrading acts. During these daily activities, the soldiers always found ways to use Leif physically, not just in the traditional sense but through other forms of penetration, like objects or crude games, turning his work into an extension of his nightly duties. His muscular frame was both a tool for labor and an object for their desires. His muscular legs shook, not from the labor he was accustomed to but from the invasive, relentless attention. His cries were met with cheers, his resistance only fueled them.
The Subsequent Nights
Leif's nights were a cacophony of different voices, different hands, each one adding to his ordeal. The soldiers would compete or collaborate, using him in ways that tested his limits, each penetration a reminder of his captivity, his strength now a mockery rather than a means of survival. They'd make him kneel, his strong thighs trembling not from farm work but from being used. His ass was a favorite, soldiers finding new ways to penetrate it, sometimes with objects, sometimes with their own parts, each act a new degradation.
Every night, soldiers were using him in a crude game of pass-the-farm-boy, each one adding to the penetration with whatever was at hand, from fingers to makeshift toys. They'd bind his arms behind him, emphasizing his muscular back, using his mouth in ways that left him gasping for air, the pain in his butt a reminder of his subjugation. His nights were filled with the sounds of their mocking laughter, the taste of their dominance, and the physical pain of being used so thoroughly, his body no longer his own.
His strength, once his pride, was now the very thing that made him a target for such degradation. His once-simple life, where physical labor meant freedom and strength, was now a source of shame and control. His body was a tool for their pleasure, broken under the weight of their relentless use. The soldiers' camaraderie was strengthened by their shared acts, by their shared laughter and by their jokes, tales and stories. Leif's plight was a source of entertainment and brotherly bonding, their use of him a celebration of their power.
