Field Execution

The boy struggled as the two soldiers manhandled him towards the pit. In a few minutes, he would become another statistic in the ever increasing numbers in the charts documenting this little bush war in the middle of nowhere.

His name was Rio Vargas. He was 13, that tender age between child and man. His body was wiry, stringy almost. His face still retained the softness of baby fat, and his hair was a mess of black curls. His skin was an even chocolate brown, from daily exposure to the sun.

That morning, he had been helping his grandfather move bags of flour from the truck to their house. Then the militia came, and accused grandfather of hiding supplies for the rebels. They did not specify which rebel group. They began to beat grandfather viciously.

Rio tried to drag them off, but they quickly turned their attention to him. They overpowered him and began to beat him mercilessly. You must be a rebel, they told him. Rio struggled to breathe, battered as he was. You know what we do to little rebel rats like you? The soldiers taunted him as they dragged him onto their truck. Grandfather lay motionless in the dirt as the soldiers drove off. The soldiers continued to play with him. Y'know, for a boy you sure look pretty. Pretty boy of the village, are you? I bet you suck a mean dick, boy. Hey, how about you suck our dicks? We aint had a woman in months, a pretty kid like you will have to do.

They forced him down. Bite us, and we'll skin you alive and make your parents watch. He opened his mouth, accepting the large unwashed cock of a soldier. Rio coughed and gagged, and the soldier slapped him. Suck, boy. Rio bobbed his head up and down, trying his best to wrap his tongue around the head of the penis. The constant bouncing of the truck as it drove over unpaved dirt roads complicated his efforts. The soldier grunted, and Rio tasted the salty bitterness of hot cum jet into his mouth. For the next hour, he serviced all 4 soldiers, taking cock in every conceivable hole.

The rape ceased as the truck drove into the militia camp. The soldiers cleaned themselves up, and dragged Rio out of the truck. Hey commandant, we found ourselves a little rat. What do you want us to do with him? The commandant looked a little annoyed. Didn't I tell you guys to go scare up some villagers for food? The commandant turned back to his maps. Kill him, I don't care. Rio's heart began to pound.
W-wait, I'm not a rebel! Please, you have to believe me! Rio screamed desperately. One of the soldiers punched him in the stomach. Rio doubled over, and two of the soldiers grabbed him by the arms and firmly pushed him towards a large pit. As Rio got closer, he saw the horrifying contents inside.
Twisted, blackened bodies and skeletons. Lord preserve me, he thought hysterically. Oh lord help me.

The soldiers reached the edge of the pit, and forced the boy to his knees. Rio was beginning to hyperventilate. He flinched as the muzzle of a handgun was placed against his head. The soldiers laughed as Rio's bladder emptied into his shorts. Please, don't do this, he pleaded. Please do-.
The soldier fired a single round into the back of Rio's head. The boy was killed instantly, the .45 ACP JHP mushrooming and causing immense and immediate trauma to the brain. The soldiers relaxed their grip, letting the boy fall limply into the pit. Job well done, they congratulated each other. Now, there's always more rebels to hunt.