#armymen

The jungle was alive with the sound of war—the staccato rattle of machine-gun fire, the sharp retorts of rifle shots, and the distant boom of explosions. The air hung heavy with the smell of cordite and fear. Captain Tan moved stealthily through the thick undergrowth, his breathing barely audible, his muscles taut and ready. His team of commandos was deep behind enemy lines, their mission to gather intelligence and disrupt the enemy's supply chain.

A sudden burst of gunfire erupted from the dense foliage ahead. The team stopped in their tracks, weapons raised, eyes scanning for the source of the ambush.

Captain Tan's heart pounded in his chest, but his voice remained steady as he barked orders. "Spread out, keep low. Find the bastards and take them out."

As the team fanned out, Tan moved towards the sound of the gunfire. He was a lean, muscular figure, his body honed by years of combat and discipline. His chiseled jawline was set in determination, and his eyes, the color of dark jade, held a fierce intensity. He was a warrior, a commando, and he would not go down without a fight.

The gunfire stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Tan crept forward, his senses on high alert.

The jungle was a labyrinth of tangled vines and twisted trees, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight, leaving the forest floor in a perpetual twilight. The air was thick with humidity, and the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves filled his nostrils. The cacophony of the jungle symphony—chirping insects, the distant call of exotic birds, the rustle of unseen creatures—was a constant reminder of the wild, untamed nature that surrounded him.

As he rounded a bend, he saw them: a group of enemy soldiers, their uniforms a stark contrast to the lush greenery. They were huddled around a fire, their faces illuminated by the flickering flames.

Tan's heart sank as he realized he was outnumbered and outgunned. He had to act fast. He took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he prepared to make his move. But before he could, a voice cut through the air, sharp and cold.

"Captain Tan, I presume?" The voice belonged to a tall, thin man with sharp features and a cold, calculating gaze. He stepped forward, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "I'm Kim, the leader of this little party. And you, my friend, are our guest of honor."

Tan's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching.

"I'm not your fucking guest, you piece of shit," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. But Kim just laughed, a sound like gravel crunching under heavy boots.

"Oh, Captain, always so formal," Kim taunted, circling Tan like a predator. "We're going to have so much fun together. You and me, we're going to get to know each other... intimately."

Tan's hands were bound behind his back, but he tensed, ready to fight. Kim noticed and clicked his tongue. "Now, now, Captain. No need to be so hostile. You're outnumbered, outgunned, and... let's be honest, you're my prisoner.

You'll do as I say, or you'll suffer the consequences. And believe me, Captain, I know exactly how to make you suffer."

Kim's eyes gleamed with malice as he gestured to the other soldiers, who moved in to restrain Tan. They were rough, their hands like iron bands around his arms, their faces hard and unyielding. Tan struggled, but it was no use. He was outmatched and outnumbered. He was dragged away, his feet kicking out, his body thrashing against the grip of his captors.

Kim watched, a cruel smile on his face. "Bring him to the tent," he ordered. "And make sure he's...

comfortable," Kim finished, his voice dripping with mock concern. The soldiers dragged Tan towards a large, canvas tent, its flaps flapping in the humid breeze. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of sweat and fear. A single, bare light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting long, dancing shadows on the rough wooden table and chairs that dominated the space.

Tan was thrown onto the table, his bound hands digging into the small of his back, causing him to wince. Kim watched, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. He walked over to a table in the corner, picking up a pair of pliers and a knife, their metal surfaces glinting menacingly in the harsh light.

Tan's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew what was coming, and he steeled himself for the pain.

Kim approached him, his eyes never leaving Tan's face. "You're a strong one, Captain," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I admire that. But strength won't save you from what I have planned."

He leaned in, his face inches from Tan's. "You see, Captain, I like to play with my toys. And you, my friend, are going to be my new favorite plaything."

Tan spat in Kim's face, the saliva landing on his cheek.

Kim's eyes narrowed, and he wiped the spit away with the back of his hand. "You're going to pay for that," he snarled, his voice like ice.

He grabbed Tan's chin, his fingers digging into the flesh, and forced his head back. Tan's eyes watered, but he didn't flinch. He glared at Kim, his jaw set in defiance.

Kim laughed, a sound like shards of glass. "You're a brave one, Captain. I'll give you that." He turned to the soldiers, who were watching with grim fascination. "Strip him," he ordered.

The soldiers moved in, their hands rough and eager.

They tore at Tan's clothes, ripping the fabric as if it were mere tissue paper. He was outnumbered, and they were too strong. His shirt was torn off, leaving his muscular chest exposed, the sweat glistening on his skin. His pants were next, and they were pulled down roughly, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Kim watched, his eyes gleaming with lust and malice. He licked his lips, his tongue tracing the line of his upper lip. "You're a beautiful specimen, Captain," he murmured, his voice low and hungry.

"I can't wait to see you naked."

Tan's breath hitched as Kim's fingers trailed down his chest, his touch like fire on his skin. He tried to squirm away, but the soldiers held him down, their hands like iron bands around his wrists and ankles.

Kim's fingers hooked into the waistband of Tan's boxers, and he pulled them down roughly, exposing Tan's hard cock. It sprang free, standing tall and proud, the head glistening with pre-cum. Tan's face flushed with humiliation, but Kim just laughed, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"Look at that," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "You're already hard for me.

I like that," Kim purred, his eyes locked onto Tan's cock. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, and Tan couldn't help but gasp at the sudden contact. Kim's hand was cold, and his grip was tight, but Tan's body betrayed him, his cock throbbing in Kim's hand.

"Fuck you," Tan spat, his voice ragged. But Kim just smiled, a cruel twist of his lips.

"Oh, Captain, I plan to," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He stroked Tan's cock, his hand moving slowly up and down, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head.

Tan's body betrayed him, his hips bucking slightly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He hated himself for responding to Kim's touch, but he couldn't help it. His body was a traitor, responding to the stimulation, his cock throbbing in Kim's hand.

Kim watched him, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. "You like that, don't you, Captain?" he taunted, his voice low and mocking. "You like my hand on your cock. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Tan bit back a curse, his jaw clenching. "Fuck you," he growled, his voice ragged.

He stroked Tan's cock, his hand moving slowly up and down, his thumb rubbing against the sensitive head. Tan's body betrayed him, his hips bucking slightly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Kim's smile widened, and he leaned in, his breath hot on Tan's ear.

"You're a liar, Captain," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "I can see it in your eyes. You want this. You want me to fuck you."

Tan's breath hitched, and he tried to turn his head away, but Kim's grip was like iron. He could feel Kim's cock, hard and pressing against his thigh, and he knew that Kim was enjoying this, enjoying the power he held over Tan.

Kim's hand moved faster, his grip tightening, and Tan's cock throbbed in his hand. He could feel the pleasure building, his body betraying him, responding to Kim's touch.

"Please," Tan gasped, his voice ragged.

"Please, don't do this."

Kim's laughter echoed through the tent, cold and harsh. "Oh, Captain, I'm just getting started," he sneered, his hand still stroking Tan's cock, his grip tight and unyielding.

Tan's body betrayed him, his hips bucking against Kim's hand, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. He hated himself for the response, for the way his body seemed to crave Kim's touch, but he couldn't help it. He was a prisoner, at the mercy of this sadistic bastard.

Kim leaned in, his breath hot on Tan's ear.

The lullabies were the screams of fellow brothers; the nightmares were the silent nights. The murmurs of the long grasses around the end of the shelters were supposed to make us feel safe, but a slim voice of crickets used to get us on our feet.The patrolling of the enemy troop doesn't allow our soaking feet inside the ripped shoes to breathe in fresh air. I remember the nights were cruel to our scars. They were left alone to think about themselves, which is when they used to make us take turns on the broken bed inside a damp tent. The one who first came with happy colours in the marines can't even recognise the difference in the hue of blood and pomegranate. A war begins with a loud howl of men who are proud of their masculinity and ends up questioning their motive & humility. I used to carry books with me to allow my mind to stay educated in the field of blood & iron. I remember Sam sitting beside me like my son and asking me to read what I wrote to a lover whom I never confessed. A bullet never scared me that much, but that angel dressed in a flower with the flaring nostrils used to make me clench my heart.I slept with potential corpses at night. I don't fall asleep now. I close my eyes for sure, but the memories of mortars have turned mine into dog eats. The war virgins dream about my being in a war, being a hero, being a guardian to their nation, but the ones who were fucked every night & day with the horrors of blood & shrapnel in their heads never asked for more.