Chechnya

By Pueros

(Moscow, Russia, June 1999)

The doorbell rang.

Pretty 14 years old Sergei, the colour of his neatly trimmed straight brown hair matching that of his lovely round eyes, was finishing off his school homework and looked at his inexpensive but worthy Seiko watch. The boy, an only child, was not anticipating his mother, a history professor at Moscow University, home yet, and anyway she would use her key to gain entry. He was certainly not expecting his father, a Colonel in the Russian army, who was currently stationed in Chechnya.

Sergei reacted to the ringing by approaching the front door, wondering who the unexpected visitors could be.

(Somewhere in Chechnya, 2 days later)

Sergei woke to find himself immovably bound and gagged, lying on an old mattress in an otherwise empty filthy windowless basement room. The boy would lie there, thoroughly terrified, for three hours until someone bothered to come to see whether he had regained consciousness. The lad's restraints were removed and, protestations about his predicament silenced by several hard slaps across his beautiful face, the young Russian was told to undress and wash using a bucket of cold water and some soap provided for the purpose. Some clean clothing, taken from his Moscow home, was provided for him to redress into.

Sergei was not unhappy to comply as he knew that he had soiled himself and was pleased to see his captor leave, locking the solitary door behind him, to let the boy proceed privately with his much-needed ablutions. After finishing, the lad re-attired in the western-style teenage gear in which he felt most comfortable, briefs, t-shirt, jeans, sports socks and trainers, although the designer labelling was of an authenticity that would be dangerous to presume was correct.

When the guard returned, Sergei was taken upstairs to meet the middle-aged Chechen warlord who was responsible for the 14 years old's abduction. The man was now sitting in a large hall, with about a hundred of his heavily armed rebel soldiers milling around.

The grizzled, bearded Aslan smiled at the sight of Sergei, appreciating the good times that he would enjoy with the boy before either returning him to the enemy or killing him, the lad's fate dependent on the Russians meeting his demands. The young captive's terror was enhanced substantially when the Chechen advised the 14 years old of his precarious situation.

The Russians were making serious inroads into the rebel-held territory controlled by Aslan's faction and the warlord was determined to encourage his enemy to desist. The kidnapping of the only son of the rather efficient commander of the local Russian forces seemed a good way to achieve his aims.

This had been carried out using a Chechen spy cell resident in Moscow and a small aircraft owned by a millionaire Georgian arms dealer. The latter had business reasons for providing assistance, as an early Russian victory might reduce his sales volumes. As a result, the sedated Sergei, seemingly an ill young Georgian being returned home, was flown to Tblisi and then smuggled over the border into Chechnya.

The Chechens spoke Russian and so Aslan's communications with Sergei were not problematical. "Well, young Russian pig," the warlord announced, "a message has been sent to your father requesting him to stop the advance of his soldiers. If he complies and then obliges me by withdrawing his forces from my sphere of influence, you will remain safe and will continue to do so unless the Russian vermin attack again. Meanwhile, you will remain close to me, providing me and my men with entertainment. Perhaps one day, once peace is made, and your people have been thrown out of my homeland, we might let you see your own country again."

"Right," Aslan continued, "let's see what qualifications you have to provide us with amusement. Take your clothes off!"

(Somewhere else in Chechnya, same time)

"But we must stop the advance," the colonel begged, "because the bastards have Sergei. We know how ruthless they can be. My son will be killed, probably horribly as a lesson, if we don't agree to their demands!" "Impossible," declared the general, with sadness at his officer's plight overcome by military and political realism, "the Kremlin won't agree as we finally have the rebels on the run. Your son's abduction is a clear sign of their desperation and, I regret saying this so please take it in the manner it is intended, our superiors will not let victory be forfeited for the sake of a boy, no matter how worthy his father."

(Somewhere in Chechnya, next morning)

Sergei woke and began to cry again as he realised that what he had experienced the day before had not been an awful nightmare.

Sergei recalled being forced to take his clothes off before the horrible warlord and his obviously sex-starved men. He remembered how embarrassed he had been not only by performing this demeaning act but also by revealing a full erection after being told to relocate his hands from the protection of his privates to his head. "Well, Russian filth," Aslan had suggested at viewing the boy's humiliating arousal, and to much accompanying tittering from all around, "it seems that you're a hot little slut, desperate for sexual relief. I think that we can oblige you. First, though, slowly turn full circle so that everyone can see you!"

Sergei blushed from head to toe at the instruction and was reluctant to obey. However, Aslan withdrew a pistol from a holster attached to his waist and, aiming it at the tremulous boy, commanded "Turn!" The acutely abashed lad obeyed, to great appreciation from those around as they viewed his delicious form, adorned with completely hairless and smooth aroused genitalia. When the 14 years old had completed his mission, he was told by the warlord, still pointing the gun, "You can now wank yourself off, collecting your sperm in your unused hand. No spilling a drop now!"

Again, Sergei blushed from head to toe at the instruction and was reluctant to obey. "Wank or else!" declared Aslan, aiming his weapon carefully at the boy's genitals, and so the deeply shamed lad moved his right hand from his head and started stroking his horizontal erection whilst he cupped his other hand and located it in front of his cockhead, already oozing precum. The surrounding sniggering intensified

Sergei was initially slow with his degrading public penile ministrations but an order to proceed more quickly from Aslan induced speedier rubbing. The boy could see eager lecherous anticipation in the eyes of the warlord and many of those around him as the naked shamed lad approached climax. The young Russian felt beads of sweat develop on his brow as his loins began to simmer and then boil. He heard shouts of "Cum, cum!" and temporarily forgot the degrading circumstances he was in as pleasure began to subsume humiliation. The 14 years old then closed his eyes as he brought himself to orgasm to cheering and laughter from the spectators.

Sergei's gorgeous immaculately proportioned body bent slightly at the waist as semen poured into his anticipative left hand. The boy then heard clapping and a shout from Aslan of "Go, go, Russian slut!" The lad was allowed a short while to recover from his demeaning public ecstasy, whilst the watchers hurled many loud insults, but he eventually opened his eyes to confront his tormentors. His recovery was greeted by a command from the warlord "Now lick your cum all up, like the good Russian whore that you are!"

Sergei noticed that the pistol was still pointing at his vulnerable and thoroughly abashed young nude form and reluctantly obeyed, to many renewed ribald remarks. When the boy had finished his task, which he considered disagreeable as he had never tasted semen before although he had produced a lot, having been masturbating the substance from his cock on a regular basis for almost two years now, he looked again at Aslan. The man responded by advising him "Now Russian filth, now that you've entertained yourself, I think that you can pleasure me!" The guard who had brought the lad into the hall was then ordered to return the 14 years old back to his little prison, where the warlord soon joined him.

As Sergei lay on the mattress the next morning, the boy's sobbing intensified when he remembered what now happened, recollection assisted by the anal pain he now experienced along with the feel of dried liquid mixture around his mouth and on his chin, buttocks and inside legs.

Sergei, lying face up on his mattress and left alone with Aslan, had watched the warlord undress to reveal a mammoth throbbing cock. The boy, although a virgin, was not ignorant about sexual matters and appreciated what was about to happen. "No, please," he begged, "I can't take that. Please, don't expect me to!" However, his entreaties created no sympathy, and the man responded "Don't be silly. Young Russian slut pussy like yours is simply made to enjoy Chechen manhood! Nevertheless, you can lick and suck it first as your own spittle will provide your anus with the only lubrication that it'll receive to alleviate your pain!"

Aslan stood on the mattress, swaying a little, before ordering the appalled and frightened Sergei to kneel to begin his preliminary oral chore. The boy assumed the required position but, seeing the warlord's large engorged cockhead drooling precum immediately in front of his eyes, returned to his hopeless pleading, an action rewarded by another slap across the face, which caused him to fall backwards.

"Get back up, Russian slut," Aslan demanded, "and perform your task or I'll just fuck you without lubricant!" The warlord was no longer armed but the boy now knew that he had no choice but to comply. Face displaying some tears and an expression of utter disgust, he knelt again and began to run his sweet tongue over the warlord's rampant member, seemingly, from the odour, unwashed for several days. The lad's oral attentions were inexpert but still caused the man's cock to grow and throb even more.

Sergei tried to get away with just licking but his plan was frustrated when Aslan commanded "Now suck, and don't let me feel your teeth or you'll pay!" The boy reluctantly obeyed, absorbing the obnoxious damp cockhead in his mouth. However, he could not suck for long as he gagged and had to withdraw, receiving a clout across the head for doing so. "Do that again," warned the warlord, "and I'll have you beaten so hard that your skin will begin to peel!" The aghast chastised lad therefore quickly returned to his preparatory work, managing to improve his breathing technique to avoid a repetition of his mistake.

Sergei was unable to accommodate the whole of Aslan's monstrous cock in his mouth and the warlord had to content himself by holding the boy's head to force as much down the lad's throat as he could without choking him. This gradually brought the man close to climax and so he withdrew, ordering the 14 years old to stand and lean face-forwards against the wall, legs apart and bum well up. As the terrified young Russian, mouth now aching, slowly and very reluctantly complied, he thought about begging for mercy again but realised correctly that such pleading would be useless.

After assuming the required posture, Sergei felt Aslan grasp the sides of his slim waist before experiencing the wet touch of the warlord's penile cannon rest against his virgin sphincter. "Please, I beg, don't do this to me," the boy pleaded again. However, the man just laughed and spat onto the back of the 14 years old's neck before, with a mighty forward thrust of his own body and backward pull on that of his victim, the engorged heavy ordinance successfully invaded Russian territory, easily overcoming the weak forces ranged against it.

Sergei's screams could be heard in the hall upstairs to loud appreciative acclimation from Aclan's militia. The noise was to become less fulsome over the half-hour taken by the warlord to deflower the boy but the lad's agony did not subside even when his young prostrate began to become excited. The man quickly gained a steady rhythm as he ploughed the sobbing 14 years old's anus, rewarding the continuous pleading to stop by regularly depositing Chechen spittle onto Russian rear and reminding the youngster that he was a "Slut!"

Aclan slowly but inexorably approached climax, his bloodied cock becoming bigger and bigger as it thrust in and out of Sergei's rectum. Eventually, with a loud shout of "Russian whore!" accompanied by more phlegm into the boy's hair, the warlord started pumping spurt after spurt of creamy white fluid deep into the lad's insides. The rape victim responded by covering the wall in front of him with his own white liquid gushing from his re-hardened penis, although he did not immediately release that he had done so because of the excruciating anguish in his posterior.

Aslan finally retreated from his ecstasy and, having composed himself, from formerly virgin Russian terrain. He rewarded Sergei for his initial sexual services by smacking the boy hard across his ravaged bottom, stained with and dribbling both blood and semen. After observing the other spillage running down the dirty wall, the man repeated "Slut!" before instructing "You can use your tongue to clean your own mess off the wall, Russian whore, before doing the same to my cock. You can then have the pleasure of drinking my seed!" Another hefty spank soon secured the lad's compliance to both commands.

Sergie's return to Aslan's now flaccid cock, after somehow cleaning up his own cum, mixed with dirt, from the wall, was even more unpleasant than the first occasion as the penis was caked in blood and semen. However, the boy managed to begin his task and, as he proceeded, the warlord's erection gradually started to return. The man's member had been well cleansed of all extraneous material by the time that it was finally fully extended again and ready to deposit more reproductive solution.

Aclan was now as merciless in raping Sergei's mouth as he had been with the boy's anus. The lad's face was both awash with tears and bright red from choking when copious Chechen sperm began to stream into sore Russian throat and downwards into belly. However, the kneeling 14 years old avoided unconsciousness when, with a heavy push that caused the youngster to fall against the wall behind, the enemy invader withdrew.

As Aclan subsequently redressed, the warlord announced "Very enjoyable. Russians should all stick to their true vocation, being whores. I'll be back for more tomorrow!" The man then left, not believing that he had in any way disobeyed the teachings of his Islamic religion for nothing perpetrated against the evil Russian oppressors of his homeland could be considered sinful. Meanwhile, the crying, humiliated and agonised Sergei was left alone again, this time without clothing to protect himself from the chill in his tiny prison.

(Somewhere in Chechnya, 5 days later)

Aclan was furious.

The Russians had continued their inexorable bloody advance and many of his men had been killed in action. The enemy was just a few kilometres away from his headquarters and had to be stopped. The warlord therefore decided on drastic action to encourage their commander to halt the push.

Sergei was still alone in the windowless cellar, illuminated by a solitary light bulb suspended from the ceiling, and was sitting, huddled up, on his mattress trying to keep warm when the door opened. The boy, shivering from the cold and now displaying many more semen stains as a result of Aclan's daily visits, saw the warlord enter with four henchmen. The latter unceremoniously grabbed the lad and spreadeagled him immovably on the mattress.

Aclan removed a knife from his belt with his right hand and knelt between the terrified boy's legs. Sergei tried to release himself from the grip of those restraining him as realisation dawned as to what was now about to occur when the warlord placed the blade on the lad's smooth scrotum whilst holding the 14 years old's rapidly hardening cock upright with the other. However, the youngster's frantic struggling proved as fruitless as his sudden loud exclamations of "No, please, No!"

Aclan was no surgeon but he did not care as he roughly sliced Sergei's ball sac apart, causing blood to splatter all over himself and the yelling boy. The sanguine flow was quickly accompanied by the victim's last ejaculation of sperm. The warlord groped around inside the opened scrotum to locate first one testicle then the other before crudely cutting them out and putting them in his pocket. The warlord then departed to send the testes to the new eunuch's father with the warning that, if the Russians did not stop, the lad's head would be next. One of the men holding the 14 years old was charged with stemming the youngster's blood loss and dressing his wound.

(Somewhere in Chechnya, 2 days later)

The Russians did not stop and so Aclan removed the pistol from its holder. He had to accept that the plan had failed and the boy was of no further use to them. A bullet to the lad's head should do the trick before the warlord and his few remaining soldiers made a tactical retreat. The man advanced across the hall towards the door leading to the cellar steps.

Aclan was wondering whether he should quickly fuck the young Russian eunuch whore one last time before blowing the boy's brains out. However, a Russian bullet disabled the Chechen first.

The well-briefed Russian officer in charge approached Aclan, now lying on the floor expertly paralysed. He recognised the warlord from intelligence photographs and ordered his men to pull down the Chechen's lower garments and splay his legs.

It was now Aclan's turn to beg for mercy as the officer took aim but the warlord's entreaties proved as worthless as those of Sergei earlier. The first shot rang out, blowing away the lefthandside of the Chechen's ball sac. Another firing of the Russian's gun soon had the righthand scrotum removed before the pistol was targeted at the man's penis.

Aclan had not appreciated that his young captive's anguished and potentially mutinous father had been compelled by the general to take home leave to comfort his distraught wife. He had also not known that the colonel's capable replacement had then attempted to make use of belated intelligence gleaned from rebel traitors to rescue Sergei whilst maintaining the impetus of the Russian attack.

Once again, Russian special forces had proved that they were as capable as those of western nations.

(Moscow, Russia, September 1999)

The doorbell rang.

Pretty 14 years old Sergei was finishing off his school homework and looked at his inexpensive but worthy Seiko watch. The boy was not anticipating his mother home yet, and anyway she would use her key to gain entry. He was certainly not expecting his father who had returned to Chechnya to seek terrible revenge for the harm perpetrated on his son and the fact that he could no longer look forward to grandchildren of his own blood.

Sergei reacted to the ringing by ignoring it, the young eunuch not caring who the unexpected visitors could be.

THE END

of

CHECHNYA

by Pueros