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The young marine was paraded, naked, through the dusty streets of the enemy-held town. Still vaguely unaware of his looming fate, the corporal, nevertheless, harboured a sense of raging anxiety to complement the deep feelings of shamed humiliation as his nude, sweat-slick physique was ogled and commented on by curious passersby. Matt Hewlit had been barely twenty two when he had joined the Corps and now, pushing twenty five, would have nearly completed his three year stint serving Uncle Sam. Though a jock through and through- Matt had been the star quarterback on his high school football team- he hadn’t joined the military with any sense of attaining macho glory but, rather, to get the fuck out of his small Iowa town and the surrounding fields of corn that seemed to go on forever. Now, he would have given anything he had to get back to the slow-moving rhythms of his sleepy hometown and (the wistful daydream brought a small tremor of pleasure even as the captive was marched through the twisting streets of a faraway foreign town) the soft embrace (in more ways than one) of his first love way back (it seemed like a thousand years) when he was seventeen. Hewlit grimaced at the irony; he had nothing to trade for his freedom, not even his dusty camouflage kit- probably a souvenir nailed to the wall in one or more of his captors’ mud shitholes that passed for houses.
The wide concrete enclosure was close to the center of town and, though open to the unyielding blue sky, was nevertheless ringed by a high wall topped by chained link fence and liberal coils of barbed wire. The single wide entrance was casually guarded and neither women or children were allowed to enter. The strapping young marine, however, was briskly herded over the threshold, cock and balls flopping and in a fine sweaty lather from his exertion. The first thing Matt noticed was the presence of twenty or more other men- all young, fit, and stripped completely naked. Recognizing a few soldiers from his ambushed platoon, the young corporal cried out in surprised alarm; his comrades- guys he had loved as brothers- were also stripped, hard bodies on full display, variously tethered to sturdy posts in the wide space of the enclosure. Though one or two of the dejected POWs glanced his way, none returned a greeting and Matt’s reward was a sharp rap across the rippling muscles of his naked back with a riding crop. ‘Quiet, dog!’ in heavily accented English, ‘Banter between animals is forbidden in the market.’ Market? What the fark…???! Matt was similarly tethered between two uprights by wrists and ankles, his arms spread wide and legs less so with, nevertheless, the desired effect of maximum display of his superb physique. Grimacing with both fear and humiliated displeasure, he made a fine sight- especially as he reflexively tested the chain that bound him to the stakes causing his muscles to flex suggestively. A few more nude young men followed Matt Hewlit into the enclosure and were similarly immobilized with care for maximum eye appeal and, at promptly 10:20 AM, the first prospective buyers were allowed into the enclosure that functioned as the town’s open-air slave market.
Though Corporal Matt Hewlit was far from the only attraction that was garnering increasingly frenzied notice, he was, nevertheless, a magnet of tremendous interest. This came as no surprise to his grinning groomers who had ticked off his multiple assets almost from the day of the young marine’s capture. A healthy male in his prime, six feet two inches tall, beautifully proportioned with well-honed muscle; his blond hair caused quite a stir as fair captives were rare and much-sought after. Finally, the undoubted prowess of the nude soldier’s large yet shapely manhood riding between muscled thighs signalled a fine investment and (perhaps) a thousand interesting delights.
Prodded and poked for the better part of two hours, the handsome young marine was eventually sold for an astronomical fixed price after a prolonged period of heated haggling- all conducted in the incomprehensible (to Matt) local patois, which was probably a good thing for the anxious young soldier, newly enslaved. Translated into English, the dealer’s final words to the grinning buyer were, ‘We left his training half complete, as we know what a joy it is for a new owner to personally acquaint a half-wild young male with proper supervision and, ah, liberal amounts of discipline.’