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This story takes place in Nigeria. The year is 1968 and the country was in the midst of civil war. The Ibo’s, a tribe that lived in the eastern region on Nigeria had broken away following the assassination of the Nigerian Premier. The Ibo’s called their territory Biafra and as this area contained Nigeria’s oil reserves tensions were running high. In the north of the country Fiat the giant Italian car and engineering company were building a dam on the river Niger. It is in this area my story unfolds. This is mainly a work of fiction but it is based on actual events that occurred!
Having crossed the Sahara in our beaten up Land Rover we were elated as we approached the small Nigerian town of Kainji. We had decided to honour the hospitality shown to us by one of our girlfriend’s fathers who was an engineer on the new dam that was being built on the river Niger. He had sent us a message saying that if we were in the area to look him up and that we could stay with him for a few days. Having lived under canvas for the past few months the prospect of sleeping in a real bed looked very promising indeed.
We were four young men in our early twenties who had self financed this African adventure. Having purchased a ten-year-old Land Rover we had set out and successfully crossed the mighty Sahara Desert. Now here we were in the most northern parts of Nigeria heading towards the new Niger dam! When we first entered Nigeria the border officials had warned us that the country was in the midst of a civil war. The eastern region of this volatile country had broken away and wanted independence from the rest of the country. They were the Ibo tribe and had unofficially called their province Biafra. I had read something about this civil war in our newspapers back home before we set out but I had given it little attention until now. Anyway it was our intention to stay well away from the eastern region and travel down the western side of Nigeria.
With high spirits we headed towards our goal. Our surroundings were sparse compared to the jungle conditions we had experienced earlier when we first entered this country. We found ourselves travelling along a narrow dusty road that seemed to be going nowhere. As we rounded a bend in the road we spotted a large sign, which puzzled us somewhat. It said, “Restricted area for the next 50 miles, authorized personnel only allowed beyond this point. Proceed at your own risk!”
We all wondered what this was all about, there was nothing on the map that indicated why this was a restricted area. I suggested that maybe it was something to do with the dam and the large construction vehicles that would inevitably surround it. Anyway, we had been invited to visit by one of its engineers so with this in mind we proceeded.
After a few more miles into this so called restricted area we came upon an army roadblock consisting of a small group of soldiers. We approached quite slowly as the three or four young soldiers appeared agitated on seeing our vehicle coming toward them. I personally found this scenario quite worrying but my three friends seemed quite bemused by it all. I was driving so I stopped the Land Rover and greeted an army corporal that seemed to be in charge.
He was shaking as he shouted for us to step out of the vehicle. When we did not immediately comply he raised his automatic rifle and repeated his order! On the second request we all got out holding our hands up in a friendly gesture meaning no harm was intended. We were instructed to stand very still and watched as one of the other soldiers requested reinforcements on his radio. By this time I was starting to get quite concerned but still my colleagues found the situation amusing! Oh well I thought, maybe it’s me over reacting as usual.
It was not long before a large Bedford army truck came roaring up and several more commando type soldiers alighted from it all shouting and screaming with excitement. On board was a sergeant who immediately assumed command of the situation.
He got the four of us to line up and demanded to know what we were doing in this area? I volunteered to speak for our party and told him we were heading for the dam at Kainji and that we had an engineer friend there who had invited us to visit.
The sergeant demanded to know his name and I told him. He then asked to see our passports and any other documents we had to prove who we were. The sergeant peered at our passports but did not seem to really understand what he was looking at. The visiting pass stamp we had received at the boarder was very faint and quite illegible. He then said something quite extraordinary; he seriously believed we were a band of mercenaries who had come to blow up the dam! With that he ordered his men to search our vehicle. They pulled everything out onto the roadside making one hell of a mess with our belongings. All sorts of things seemed to incriminate us. We had army surplus clothes that we had purchased back in England and we had snorkels and flippers which we used when swimming canlı bahis in northern Morocco.
I tried to explain that army clothes can be purchased quite legitimately in England but the sergeant did not seem to believe me. He and his men had convinced themselves that they had captured a small band of mercenaries. What made things even worse was that I had drawn a skull and crossbones on our external petrol cans. I had done this as a warning for people not to smoke around our vehicle which is what a lot of them seemed to do. I had no idea at the time that the skull and crossbones were the symbol of the mercenary here in West Africa!
Eventually after a lot of excitement and shouting by the soldiers we were told to put all our stuff back in the Land Rover and get into it. The army lorry had a tailboard which had been dropped down and a bren gun was mounted on to it. For those who do not know what that is it is a large machine-gun that sits on a small tripod to steady it when firing. With that we were told to follow the lorry, I gathered if we did not then the soldier manning the Bren gun would open fire.
We went on for some miles before we came to the village of Kainji. Our small convoy drew a lot of attention from the villagers. On seeing us they ran behind our vehicle shouting and jeering. Word had quickly spread that the army had captured some mercenaries. Propaganda was all over the radio in Nigeria and the people were extremely on edge as a result. Eventually we entered a small compound that housed many more Land Rovers, some had been dismantled. I guessed that was for parts as they were quite scarce in Nigeria. A large one-story building stood at the centre of the compound and we were led into it. As we entered I quickly realised it was a police station as I could see several cells over to my left. These cells housed some very scary looking prisoners and on seeing us started to jeer and make obscene remarks.
Thankfully we were not put in these cells but in an empty office with barred windows. There we were left for what seemed like hours. We reflected on our situation, my other collegues Mike, Ian & Roger still remained quite unfazed by our predicament. They were sure that our engineer friend that worked at the dam would vouch for us and things would be just fine! During our discussion we heard a lot of shouting and heel stomping from outside and with that the door opened and in walked a Nigerian army captain. As soon as he walked in he ordered us to stand as we were huddled on the floor due to a lack of chairs.
His opening words were “Who are you people?” He seemed quite jovial but I could sense some kind of menace in his voice.
I decided to speak up for the rest of us and told him “We are tourists pure and simple.” I now realize this was a terrible mistake on my part. He went on to say that there was nothing pure or simple about our situation and that the whole village had surrounded the compound we were in and were all trying to catch a glimpse of ‘the mercenaries.’ Our soldier captors were now acting as our bodyguards trying to keep the crowds outside from entering the compound.
The captain continued to ask questions as to who we were and where we had come from. He was particularly intrigued by our army surplus clothes we had with us. I repeatedly tried to explain how they can be legitamately purchased in England but for some reason he did not believe me! He took the name of our engineer friend and went off to make enquiries about him. I turned to my colleagues and told them I did not like the way all this was going. Again they poo poo’d my fears and told me not to worry but hey, I was a natural worrier and I thought I had good reason too given the situation we found ourselves in.
A little while later the captain returned and was looking very grim faced. He told us that the engineer we mentioned did not work at the dam and now wanted to know what we were really doing in this restricted area. I was dumb struck, our friend had definitely invited us to visit him so where was he now? The mood of the captain had changed for the worst. He was becoming more and more agitated by our insistence that our story was correct. I told him there was nothing else to tell him other than what had already been said. He started to pound the table in front of him and kept screaming that we were liars. I did not know what else to say, well as far as I was concerned there was not anything else. For some inexplicable reason our friend was not working at the dam and now we were in a whole lot of trouble because of it!
The captain called in some of his men and we were bundled out of the office and into one of the holding cells. It was very sparse with little light and we could still hear the jeering and taunts from the other prisoners.
They were shouting things like “Hey white boy, drop your trousers, I want to fuck you!”
Now I was feeling really scared by the situation I found myself in. Mike, Ian and Roger had also lost their air of confidence. We all looked at each other bahis siteleri and thought about what would happen to us? We just sat in this nasty little cell not saying very much, we were all in a state of shock by these unfolding events. After about an hour two very burly soldiers appeared at the cell door. Just behind them stood the captain, we all tensed up and awaited our fate.
“That one bring him, he seems to have the most to say.” To my horror the captain was pointing at me.
The soldiers opened the door, grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the cell with some force. I was marched down a long corridor and into a dimly lit room. It was only lit by a couple of bare light bulbs and had an odd smell of sweat and electricity. It was that smell you get when electrical wires are overheating. It took my eyes a while to adjust to the darkness of the room. In it I saw a large heavy table that had a metal top and leather straps at all four corners. More leather straps hung from the ceiling and these in turn were attached to chains. I was filled with abject horror. Four more large soldiers stood at the far end of the room.
‘God!’ I thought to myself this is a torture room, they are going to hurt me really bad and I had done nothing wrong!
I stood in the centre of this awful room surrounded now by at least a half dozen soldiers and their captain.
He glared at me, and then spoke. “Now, let us stop all this nonsense about visiting an engineer friend. I want to know why you have really come here and more importantly who sent you and who is paying you?”
I just shook my head. “I have told you over and over why we came to Kanji, no one sent us and no one is paying us to do anything!” I gave the captain a pleading look.
The captain frowned and slowly moved toward me. “You are a very pretty boy and if you want to stay that way you will answer my questions because my patience is running out!” He tapped my face with the flat of his hand in what normally would have been a gesture of affection.
“Take a look around this room young man; it is filled with some very unpleasant devices used to extract information and confessions from stubborn people. You will tell what I want to know in the end believe me. So save yourself a lot of pain and unpleasantness. Now be sensible and talk to me!” He continued to tap the side of my face with his hand.
I begged the captain not to hurt me and asked if we really looked and behaved like mercenaries? He laughed at what I had said and went on to say that mercenaries do not go around with the word ‘mercenary’ stamped on their foreheads. His remark also brought some laughter from the other soldiers in the room.
The smile on his face was quickly replaced by a scowl. “Very well, you want to do this the hard way then so be it. Kindly remove all of your clothes.”
I begged him once more to reconsider what he was going to do to me but he had reached the end of his patience. He was not prepared to listen to anymore of my pleas. So reluctantly I peeled off my clothes and found myself standing stark naked in the centre of the room surrounded by the grim faced soldiers.
The captain walked slowly around me, looking me up and down. He asked if did body building which I did. I was no Mr. Universe but there was not an ounce of fat on me. I liked the way I looked and so it would appear did all the men in this room.
“You are a very good looking young man, my men and I will enjoy working you over. I hope you will not break too quickly it would spoil our fun and games.” Again his remarks brought howls of laughter from his men.
I was shaking with fear and trepidation because there was absolutely nothing I could say or do that would save me from ministrations of these men. What could I possibly tell them, I had said it all? I did not even know what sort of lie I could fabricate in an effort to get myself out of this situation. I felt utterly and totally helpless and terribly afraid and my nakedness made me feel so vulnerable.
Strong hands grabbed me by the arms and dragged me over to that daunting table. They grabbed my legs and lifted me effortlessly onto it. My arms were pulled above my head and my wrists were tightly buckled into the straps at the top of the table. They did the same with my ankles; they stretched me tight face upwards into a spread eagle position. Never had I felt so totally helpless and afraid as I was now. Once in position my captors stood over my naked body and ran their hands up and down it. To my horror I felt my cock twitch. ‘No,’ I thought not now, what the hell was the matter with me? How could I get an erection at a time like this?
The captain put his face very close to mine; I could feel his breath on me. “So you find this exciting do you? I wonder if you will feel the same way in a few minutes when we put some electricity through your cock”
That remark filled me with utter dread; I had not dreamed that they would do anything like that to me. What sort of people were bahis şirketleri they? And how could I stop them, I felt close to tears but where would that get me?
He kept his bulbous face inches from mine. “Well pretty boy, one last chance to tell me what I want to know and save yourself from the pain that is about to come!”
I felt his hand touching my cock, I moaned, what the hell was he doing to me? I felt that treacherous piece of flesh harden at his touch. Try as I might I could not stop it from growing ever bigger in his hand. He responded by massaging it even more.
“Mmmm pretty boy likes that!” This remark once again caused gales of laughter in the room.
His hand moved over my testicles and cupped them, my body tensed. I did not have to wait long before this monster started to squeeze my balls very hard. The pain was indescribable, I gritted my teeth. I wanted to pull away from his vice like grip but I was stretched out too tightly for that.
The captain turned to his men. “Open the door a little so his friends can hear his screams, maybe that will spur them on to tell us what we want to know!”
With all his strength he continued to squeeze my balls. I felt like I was going to pass out but this man was too clever for that. Just as I was about to black out he released his grip on me. There was little solace from that as the aftermath of the pain was just as excruciating. Those two balls of flesh were on fire, pulses of pain rocked my entire body. Rivulets of sweat poured off me, I was in hell and wanted it to swallow me up!
“I see the anguish in your face young man; we are just getting warmed up. This is just foreplay on our part and the best is yet to come. Torturing and tormenting you will be a delicious pleasure for us. So please, take your time for we have all the time in the world as far as you are concerned my pretty one. You scream so beautifully!”
I knew that my friends in the cell could hear all that was going on. I wondered what must have been going through their minds when they heard my anguished screams. The captain had singled me out for some reason, was it because I was the outspoken one or was it because of my looks? Yes I had a nicely toned body and quite a nice face if I do say it myself. However, how long will it remain that way in my current predicament? I was at my wits end not knowing what to do or what to say. These men clearly enjoyed having a prisoner to question and taunt. Even if they did get information from me, would that be enough for them to stop what they were doing or indeed about to do?
“So young man, how do your testicles feel under my caress?” He laughed at his own joke. “Ready for some more fun and games or do you want to give me the information I seek?”
His hand alighted on my cock once more, gently stroking it. He went from gentle to forceful in just seconds. He was an expert in what he was doing and I began to wonder if all these men were gay? They certainly enjoyed toying with me and arousing me. I personally loved other men touching my intimate places. I did not know if that made me gay or not but I know that I did enjoy that sort of thing. I had been terribly confused about my sexuality because I adored women as well. So I guess that firmly labeled me as bisexual. Also to my shame I enjoyed a little pain but not to the extent of what was happening to me now!
“So you can endure having your testicles squeezed I admire your resolve but please be aware I am only playing with you at the moment. Let us take things a little further.” The captain nodded to one of the soldiers who wheeled over a trolley with some kind of telephone on it.
I just let out an exasperated whimper; I had run out of pleas.
The captain smiled. “Do you know what this is?” He pointed to the contraption on the trolley.
I just shook my head indicating I did not.
“It is a field telephone that has its own generator. You crank this handle on the casing and it charges up the battery inside to give it enough electricity to make a call. It does not sound much but the voltage goes up very high. There is no wattage behind the current so it will not kill anyone but the electricity it produces causes a great deal of pain when applied to bare flesh!”
He started to unravel some wires that were protruding out of the casing and attached one to a small pear shaped piece of smooth metal. Another wire was attached to a thin piece of flexible tubing about four inches long with a flange at one end. All the time the captain kept looking at me to see my reaction to what he was doing. I do not think my face disappointed him; I was truly terrified at this point.
“Are you getting the picture young man, do you see what is going to happen? Let me enlighten you with the exact details, maybe they will loosen your tongue. This piece of metal goes into your rectum and this tubing goes into your urethra, the opening in your penis. The flange is to stop it disappearing inside. To complete the circuit the current has to travel from your anus to your cock. I am told the pain is like no other. I will let you tell me what it is like when I have shocked you a few times. Of course you can prevent all this by just telling me what I want to know.”
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