Shady: MC Romance by Harley McRide

to see, maybe the flask of a scope or something, but there was nothing. He heard the shower turn on and he almost groaned at the thought of her being in the next room naked.
    The pull he felt toward her got stronger the more time he spent with her. He didn’t know what to make of it. He had no idea what to do with the foreign emotion. Scanning the landscape for a threat, he allowed himself to go to the one place he really didn’t want to go. His time in captivity.
    It was supposed to be a normal mission, in and out, saving the day because that is what he and his unit did. They extracted people who needed it without any muss or fuss. Right, in the entire time he was in the Middle East doing his thing with the military, rarely had their missions gone exactly like they planned. Usually it was something minor that was thrown into the mix, a civilian or an insurgent in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever, most of the time they maneuvered and adapted as they went but this mission was a complete FUBAR.
    Cajun grimaced as he thought about the men who lost their lives because of the ambush they walked into. Creed and Fork hadn’t been his leaders during this mission; he had been pulled into another team to help for just one mission. It should have been obvious from the first contact with the woman they were supposed to be extracting that she had been a ruse. They should have aborted the mission when they walked into the building.
    Of course, it hadn’t been that simple, aborting would have cost so many more lives, and it was only because the guy who was brave enough to throw himself at the man who planned to blow them all up was fast. He had killed the insurgent quickly but the man had backup, lots of backup. A firefight ensued and Cajun and two other men were taken hostage.
    During the time in captivity, they had fucked with his head. The men who he knew well enough to actually know their names had been murdered as an example of how serious the insurgents were. They tried to break him, and they almost succeeded.
    He could still hear the begging of the many women they brought in to him. They forced them to do things to him they obviously didn’t want to do and all the while they laughed.
    One particular woman stood out, she cried the entire time they ordered her to undress him. Then they ordered her to wash him with bleach and a brillo pad, it had been excruciatingly painful. The small cuts that filled with bleach stung, but he had only stared at the wall. When she was done, and tiny spots of blood covered his body, they had her try to give him a hand job, like he could even get hard when he was in pain. But they made her try for over three hours, and during that time, Cajun had fought his body. In the end though, he had cum, and as he was still pumping his seed onto the dirty concrete floor, they shot her in the head and laughed.
    There were more women and in the end, the women were killed right in front of him to show him how they were in control of every aspect of his life. The fed him when they wanted, let him piss when they wanted him to, and yes that meant a painful contraption was placed on his cock preventing him from pissing when he had the urge. They offered to let him go if he would make a video renouncing his country. He refused and they fucked with his head major. Most of what they made the women do he couldn’t even think about. He could still sometimes feel the pain he endured during the ‘sessions’ as the captures liked to call it.
    When he returned from overseas, Cajun never thought he would be able to fuck a woman again. Every time he even thought about it, he would get sick. Then he asked Slider for help, it had been the fucking hardest thing he had ever done, embarrassing. But Slider had understood and so they struck a bargain, one Cajun thanked God for every day.
    He heard the shower turn off and he almost groaned again, this was going to be hell being with her. Tonight would truly test his skill