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Sean McGinnis nodded at the young man next to him and jumped out of the plane into total darkness. There was very little wind, and after his chute opened successfully, he drifted down silently, hitting the ground at almost the exact spot that had been designated. So far so good. But time was of the essence and Sean hurriedly pulled off the harness and quickly buried the dark chute under a pile of dead leaves. He could feel the sweat on his body under his black turtleneck. "Gotta get moving," he thought. "Rendezvous is in three days. Can't be late for that!" All at once the dark night became noon! Blazing lights from all over blinded the handsome American. He held his hands up to his eyes, but he could see nothing. "Not leaving so soon I hope." The voice was high pitched, impersonal almost feminine. Sean dropped into fighting position. The voice laughed. "Impressive, Mr. McGinnis. Very impressive indeed, but it would be most foolhardy to try to fight your way out. You are on enemy soil and are totally surrounded, so I think..." But Sean didn't wait for more. He had learned from the first day in training, a Navy Seal is never taken alive. With a yell he charged into the light in front of him, head down, fists cocked. A loud "ugh," told him that he had connected with someone, but his pleasure was short lived as he was immediately tackled and forced to the ground. Hard hands held him as he struggled. "Bring him up,"the voice commanded and Sean was yanked to his feet. His ski mask was ripped from his face. A thin, dark man stood in front of him. "They said you were handsome Mr. McGinnis, but I had no idea." The dark man touched Sean's face lightly, almost lovingly. Sean pulled at his captors but there were too many. "Get the fuck off of me you asshole. Who the hell are you anyway?" The man smiled. "I am your worst nightmare, Mr. McGinnis." He snapped his fingers. A huge man dressed in army fatigues moved in front of him as the thin man moved away. "Say goodnight, Mr. McGinnis." Sean saw the big man smile and raise his fist, and again all was black. ............................................ "Mr. McGinnis. Mr. McGinnis." Sean's eyelids fluttered and for a moment he thought he was back in Maui, laying in the sun, being quietly awakened from a nap at the pool. "Welcome back, Mr. McGinnis. Welcome back." Sean's eyes flicked open. He was in a brightly lit room. The heat was stifling. There were about ten or twelve men standing in front of him, all in fatigue pants, all with their shirts off. These men were massive, with sweat running down their incredible light brown torsos. Sean looked to his left. The thin man stood there in full military uniform, smiling at him. "I hope you had a nice nap, Mr. McGinnis, because now it's time for us to have a little talk." Sean started to move and found that he couldn't. Two giant musclemen were holding him by his biceps while another had a huge arm linked around his neck. Sean looked down and realized that he too was shirtless. He pulled and struggled against his captors, but he was held easily. The thin man walked up to him and lightly ran his hand down Sean's defined and powerful chest. He licked his lips as his hand cupped one of Sean's pecs and began to fondle it. "So strong,"the man murmured, "such beautiful white skin on such a magnificent body." He took his hand from Sean's pec and ran it down his sixpack, groaning softly as he did. "It is going to be such a pleasure to break you, Mr. McGinnis, or," he said, as his hand moved down the fabric of the captive Seal's fatigues and found his cock, "may I call you Sean?" As the men around the room roared their approval, Sean McGinnis went mad. He pulled away from the two men holding his arms and flipped the man holding his neck over his shoulder. In less than a minute he had the thin man around his neck and was making his way to the door. "One move and the little guy's dead." Sean was almost at the door when he heard a click and felt cold steel on his temple. "Let him go, Mr. McGinnis." The new voice was harsh, guttural, possibly Germanic. "Do it now!" Sean took his arm from the thin man's throat and in a moment was held again. "Very foolish,"the Germanic voice said, "very foolish indeed." He snapped his fingers and Sean's wrists were held together and rope was wrapped around them. That was attached to another rope that was flung over a beam in the ceiling. Sean's arms were yanked up over his head and the rope was attached to a hook in the wall. "Isn't he magnificent Dieter,"the thin man said, getting to his feet. "Such muscles and so much fight!" The German man looked at the tall man strung up in front of him. He walked in back of his prisoner. " Yes Barak," he said. "Such muscles will provide much enjoyment but so much fight must be broken." He took a handful of Sean's dark black hair and pulled his head back. "Prepare for pain, American Pig. Pain like you have never known before." Sean gasped and tried pulling away but the hand in his hair held tight. "You will squeal American pig, and then after we have broken you, we will fuck you and then we will break and fuck the other members of your team. The hubris of Americans. The insolence." He let go of Sean's hair. "Begin." Two of the big men stepped in front of the helpless American and smirking began punching his six pack, his sides, his pecs. Sean thought of the Zen training he had been given but every time he was almost at a quiet place away from this nightmare, more fists brought him back to reality. When the first two men tired two more moved in and continued the punching. One of the men ripped his fist on Sean's belt buckle and in fury began slapping the handsome American across the face. Barak clapped his hands. Two other men moved in and pulled off Sean's army boots and then with much laughter undid his belt and pulled off his black pants. "Put his boots back on,"Dieter commanded and the boots were replaced, leaving Sean hanging from a beam in only his military boxers, his sweat socks and his boots. There were wolf whistles as more of Sean's magnificent body was exposed. The white of his skin picked up and reflected the light and gave off a glow. The beauty and the helplessness of the humbled man before them, were getting those watching more excited than they had ever been. Their hard cocks could be seen tenting their fatigue pants, and a few of them stripped down and started working their huge hard dicks as they stared at the helpless American Navy Seal. Again Dieter clapped his hands and this time clamps were attached to Sean's magnificent chest. "You might find this a bit shocking,"Barak giggled as the electricity surged from a generator into Sean's nipples. The big man, covered in sweat, arched and twisted, every muscle etched and defined. He ground his teeth together so as not to scream. "Find the quiet place," he thought but then another jolt of electricity surged and all he could think of was the pain. Someone pulled Sean's mouth open and the conductor was placed on his gums. A surge. His body spasmed. The German man was right, he had never known such pain. All of the men were stripped now, their dicks hard, erect and facing the helpless American. Dieter walked up to Sean who hung, drenched in sweat, saliva dripping from his lips. As the captive looked on in horror the German slipped a thin rubber glove over his hand. He found the opening in Sean's boxers and moved his gloved hand in. The rubber on his dick made Sean gasp, which provoked a humorless chuckle from Dieter. He stepped back and in one move pulled the boxers down onto the American's ankles. More whistles greeted Sean's limp but long cock. Dieter walked in back of the American again and after putting on a thick handful of jelly slowly, began working his finger into Sean's unprotected ass. Now there were no more laughs or whistles. All was still except for the grunts from the Seal who again vowed not to scream. One finger...the jelly cool and wet. Two fingers...stretching...opening...slowly manipulating. Barak's pants were down and as he watched he breathed hard and worked his cock. Dieter stripped off his clothes, exposing a hard muscled hairy body. He stepped behind the young American captive and while wrapping one of his arms around Sean's heaving and sweaty chest, he pulled a greased dildo from a table next to him and without a moment's hesitation he jammed it up the American's sweaty bubble butt. And as Sean McGinnis finally screamed and twisted and could not move because of Dieter's arm around his chest, many of the others in the room came, some on the helpless captive, others on each other. And there were grunts and groans and sweat and the smell of cum and body odor and cheap after shave. And Sean McGinnis screamed and screamed and tried to pull himself up the rope, every muscle straining as the dildo was pulled out and the men, grinning, lined up to be next. Just twenty miles away Tony Giordano, totally unaware of what was happening to his best buddy, was paddling a rubber raft silently through dark waters, while evil eyes watched him grow nearer and nearer.