Mike knelt beside me and started acting like a doctor; he took pulse rate, examined scalp, checked pupils. After a few moments, I asked if he knew what he was doing? "When Paul called, he sounded very upset. He answered a few questions and that's when I told him about spending 3 years in med school. That's why Paul then told me everything that had happened." I looked at him with amazement in my face . "I graduated from high school at 16, did -med at Georgetown, and then went on at Tufts. I thought I wanted to be a medical missionary but you have to love medicine and I came to realize that I didn't; not enough anyway"
"And you didn't think that was important enough to tell me?" I asked in a peevish voice; I was immediately ashamed. "Forget that last question Mike; I'm a bit upset here." We were interrupted by Tran's voice from an overhead speaker. He asked if Mike was there and Mike answered yes. Tran's nephew, the doctor, then took over and explained to Mike that Paul had spoken with him and then went on to tell him that there was a small dispensary at the other end of the hall from where we were and that in it, Mike would find what he needed to begin taking care of Charlie. There was blood in the freezer that probably needed to be thawed, and that it would be another 15 minutes before he and Tran arrived. They signed off and then Mike told me what to do, I followed his orders now. We moved Charlie and I helped as much as I could.
At one point, Charlie opened his eyes and seeing Mike, he called out. "No no, no, I'm not ready to die, no Roddy, no." When the other two arrived, the nephew took over, the Doctor asked Tran and me to leave. Tran protested; he was very emotional and on the edge of breaking down. Mike gave him a hug and said Charlie would be "OK!" I then told Tran what Charlie had said when we were moving him. I took Tran's hand and led him out; we went downstairs.
"I will tell you some things now that you need to know. Charlie saved me; he saved my two sisters. We owe him everything. In Viet Nam, I became his and Bruce's hooch boy. I cleaned, cooked, ran errands and provided other services. They quartered inside the embassy walls. I was 12 or 13 when I started. Our mother was Viet , our father was French, a business man. When the war began to go badly in the north, he ran off further south and we, being of mixed blood, were outcasts. We fled to Saigon where my mother hoped to find our father and to work for the Americans. She was well-educated and spoke 5 languages. We soon learned that my father had been killed; probably by the uncle who took us in. He was my dead aunt's husband. My oldest sister, 14, he turned into a prostitute. My mother was his concubine and began to drink too much; she tried to blot things out. By doing what she did, she fed us and kept a roof over our head. My little sister, Marie, was then only 8. I spoke English and French so I was sent out to pimp. Bruce and Charlie were assigned to the embassy; I solicited there, just outside. Those two thought I was "cute." Maybe a month after I began working for Captain Charlie and Captain Bruce, I introduced Bruce to my sister and they became involved very quickly. He would visit Michelle often at my uncle's place. He paid my uncle to keep him from making money off of her. My mother had died by then; the uncle was our keeper. Charlie never went nor did he ask for me to find him someone for comfort; he loved his wife. One of their duties was to entertain visiting people of importance. Maybe a year, almost two perhaps, later, Bruce asked me to find a girl for a visiting congressman from Texas. He would bring this man to my uncle's that night and while he stayed with Michelle, that other man would be taken care of. My sister was now working in the embassy and saw no other man but Bruce.
Bruce and the congressman had been bar hopping and were quite drunk when they arrived. This Texas man was very huge. He was taller and bigger all over than Charlie and fat. When he took of his pants the girl I had found ran away. His cock was too large. He was very angry at my uncle and at me. He saw my little sister and said something about her being too small. Then he looked at me; his eyes were filled with evil lust. He pointed at me and asked, "How much for the boy?" It took only a minute for my uncle and the fat man to agree on a price for my body. "I tried to beg but my uncle said it's you or your sister. I then tried to run to Captain Bruce; I called to him but he did not hear. My uncle and the fat man caught me and pulled my clothes off. The fat man bent me over the table, face down and told my uncle to stuff my mouth with his cock. My uncle, a strong man, took both of my hands in one of his and used the other to push my face into his crotch. He became erect and then pushed it into my mouth. He did that very quickly and I was gagged by his flesh. I struggled to breathe. I felt huge hands on me; they pulled and grabbed me all over. Then the Texas man pushed one finger, then two into me. I almost passed out. I screamed but the cock in my throat prevented any sound from being heard. He held onto my waist and spread my legs with his knees. His huge prick ripped into me. I screamed in silence. The pain was unbearable and I passed out for a few moments. When I came to, my uncle was grabbing his crotch and screaming too. I had bitten down on him and his manhood was hanging onto his body by bloody threads of flesh. I yelled to Marie to get Bruce. She ran. My tormentor was pounding his huge cock into my body. The pain, although less, was intense; I still remember it. Tran's face was covered with his tears as he told me this. Marie could not wake Bruce but was able to tell Michelle what was happening. Michelle ran to get Charlie. The fat man, having cum once and paused for only a second, was intent on again. He was still tearing at my ass with his prick when Bruce, now awake, came through the door. I was sobbing in pain and fear. My uncle had picked up a meat cleaver and was coming towards me. Seeing this, Bruce spun towards him and turned the cleaver around quickly and it went deep into my uncle's belly. The Texan did not notice anything going on around him; he continued to fuck me as hard as any man could do that to another human being. Then Bruce hit the congressman over the head with a kettle. He went unconscious. He yanked the fat man from me. As he pulled from my ass, his huge cock erupted again and again covering my back with his yellow cum. His cock was covered with cum, ass slime and blood. A mix of all three ran down my thighs. Bruce told Michelle to take Marie and he carried me in his arms like a baby back to the embassy. Quickly explaining to Captain Charlie what had happened, he asked Charlie to tend to me. Charlie told Bruce to do that; then Charlie grabbed his camera and went back to my uncle's place. He took pictures of the still unconscious congressman. He placed my uncles bloody cock in the congressman's mouth and took that picture. He took one of the congressman with the cleaver in his hand. He turned my uncle over the floor and rolled the congressman on top of him and took that and then he reversed the two and took another. He put my uncle's mouth on the congressman's ass and took that and finally he took pictures of the Texas huge cock covered with everything. I know about these pictures; I destroyed them after the congressman died a few years ago. Charlie pulled the fat, naked man outside of my uncle's place and then he set it on fire. He got a Marine, one that he knew, who was then passing by to help him bring the partially conscious fat man back to the embassy. He ordered the Marine who helped him to be silent forever on what he had seen and helped do. When Charlie came back to quarters, he sent Bruce to be with my sisters and he himself bathed and dressed my wounds. He was so very very gentle for such a big man. I fell in love with him at that moment and I love him still.
Charlie's father, also a general in the Corps, was stationed as well. Charlie told him everything that had happened I believe. The next day, the congressman and my two sisters were on a plane back to Washington. The congressman, after seeing Charlie's quickly developed pictures, became our "best friend." He was of high rank in the senate and all immigration problems were quickly taken care of. The sisters went to Charlie's father's wife, Sylvia. She became like a mother to them. I stayed with Bruce and Charlie in their quarters. I was not able to travel that quickly and the congressman did not want to see me at all; not then, not ever. He knew what he had done and there was great guilt in his heart. My sisters wrote to me often; Sylvia had them both in school and they were happy. Michelle was in love with Bruce and he with her even though thousands of miles separated them.
I stood then and walked towards Tran, thinking to hug him. "Please sit, Mr. Bill. I am not finished. "Bruce was very lonely for my sister. I loved him almost as much as Charlie. One night, after he came in after drinking quite a bit. Charlie was away for a few days and we were alone. I was so lonely and I was cold. I waited for him to undress and get into his bed and then I climbed in under the covers with him. I reached down and gently took his beautiful cock into my hands and began to rub it so softly. Bruce at first tried to push me from the bed. I begged, "Captain Bruce, let me do this for you. I love you and you love my sister." He was hard by then; he was under the influence of alcohol, and my hands were very talented. He stopped resisting and I lowered the covers. I twisted my body down and took him into my mouth and sucked him with great loving care. I explored his shaft with my tongue and then his huge scrotum. He was like a water buffalo." Charlie smiled at me and laughed then. I had a hard on that he could see easily. I licked and I sucked and I his belly, his cock, his balls and then his ass. Finally his hands reached down to my head and he pulled me up and hugged me to him. He kissed me many times. HE called me Michelle and I did not mind that at all. If that is what he had to do for his conscience, I did not mind. He put me over onto my back and he lifted my legs and spread them apart. He entered me with his big cock. It did not hurt me. I loved him. That night we made love many times. Finally, he took my small boy cock in his hand and brought me for a third time to eruption. The first two times I had cum and not even touched myself. Bruce was gentle and loving man. We continued this many times but only when Charlie was not present.
"One night, Captain Charlie caught us. We thought he would be out a long time drinking but he came home early. We were naked on top of the bed. Bruce was fucking me hard and we did not hear Charlie come in. He grabbed Bruce and beat him and beat him and beat him. Bruce was not a big man; he was strong but not anything like Charlie. Charlie called him every dirty name that you have ever heard. Bruce finally curled into a ball and tried to protect himself from the punishment Charlie poured down onto him. The officer in the next room tried to come in but Charlie shoved him aside and told him to get out and mind his own business he wanted some the same. Then Charlie grabbed me and put me over his lap. He beat my ass. You have seen him do that. It was me that he was beating the other day, not Carlos I think. I took it silently knowing that it was deserved. I became erect and my cock went between Charlie's huge, muscular thighs. He was even bigger then. Charlie himself had by then an erection. You understand, he was drunk?" Tran asked me, looking straight into my eyes. I nodded. Tran continued, "His nickname then was , 10. He then put me down on the bed, face down, dropped his pants, and rammed his huge cock into me. I was not ready. It all happened too quickly. I screamed and screamed. Charlie fucked me hard, so hard and all the while swearing and calling me names. Bruce tried to pull him off of me and Charlie knocked him unconscious. By then, the Marine next door had gone to get General Putnam, the father. He came with his Gunny. Gunny was also a huge man, Black and bigger even than Charlie or his father. The general was fit and as big as Charlie. Gunny broke down the door. The general took one look and exploded. He told Gunny to get Bruce and me to the infirmary and that he would deal with his son. Gunny took Bruce first. By then, Charlie was aware of where he was and what had happened. He stood naked by the bed. His father told him to stand at attention and then the General started on Charlie. He hit him first in his gut with both fists. Then he started on his chest and face. Charlie stood absolutely quiet, still at attention. His father quietly called him a dirty ass fucking and every other word for queer that you have ever heard. General Putnam told him that he was a disgrace as a Marine, as a man and as a father. He asked Charlie what he thought his son would think of a father like Charlie were he to find out. Charlie said nothing and the General continued pounding his son. By the time Gunny returned to take me, the older man had run out of words and anger and strength. He turned to Gunny and said, "I want no record of this. I want Bruce on the first plane out of here. I want you to forget this happened as shall I." He then turned to Charlie, "I am
in you. My heart is breaking. Damn you Charlie, Damn You." With that, he turned and left. Gunny started to pick me up to take me away. "I begged him to leave me, "I need to take care of Captain Charlie. Please. Please let me do that. I am alright. He will not hurt me again." Charlie still stood. His mouth was bleeding and the bruises from the punches his father had given him were beginning to appear. Gunny nodded and left. I went to Charlie and managed to get him to sit; I think he was in shock. I got towels, soap and I bathed him and put him to bed. I did that again today. I don't know even now how his mind works. One thing I do know, Charlie loves you and he may be in love with you. Please, Mr. Bill, be careful of him and be good to him. I love him."
I went to Tran; I hugged him to me.