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You must never speak of this. If my comrades find out, we'd both be dead... Trevor had been warned not to go to insurgent-territory, but as a reporter, there were just some things he had to do. Too bad his determination gets his cameraman killed and himself captured. Trevor is knocked unconscious and later, wakes to an interrogation. His captor is a Muslim, Martin, who is inexplicably as American as he was To escape detection, Trevor is soon moved to a different location, and the two of them are left alone in a remote part of the mountains. There, Trevor is kept bound and is forced to report about how well he is being treated by his captors. But the more time they spend together, the greater the erotic tension between them becomes. Touches that were once purely functional become caresses and strokes that mean much more. Martin says homosexuals will never see paradise, but Trevor isn't convinced he believes it. Because Martin's mouth is saying one thing, but his passionate touch is saying something else... *A gay romance for mature audiences. SAMPLE: Martin just smiled, and he walked behind Trevor. He put his arms around his hostage. To Trevor it felt like a caress. Martin unsnapped the clasp in Trevor's boxers. Then he took out Trevor's rod and aimed it at the rock. His touch was gentle and feathery and in spite of himself Trevor began to erect, but he didn't get totally hard as he began to pee. When he finished, Martin shook off the excess drops, and wiped the slit dry with his finger. Trevor got stiff again and leaned back into Martin, who continued to stroke Trevor's cock very gently. Unable to restrain himself, Trevor was able to grab Martin's cock with his bound hands. Martin was as stiff as he was. "Thank Allah that you are circumcised," Martin said. "I could never touch an unclean, uncircumcised cock." "It doesn't matter to me if you are cut or uncut. Just don't stop doing what you are doing." But Martin did stop, leaving Trevor with a severe case of blue balls. "Homosexuals will never see Allah's paradise," Martin said. "I helped you pee, and nothing more." Trevor was not convinced. He had been with enough men to feel the passion in Martin's touch.
