This story is a continuation of the story, A Strange and Dangerous Game by Michael Randall. The story is continued with his permission, using characters who were about to meet an unknown yet likely otherwise dismal end.
There are elements and nods to prolific authoritarian author Pete Brown (petebrownuk), and a healthy dose of science fiction lined up in this work, and the author is grateful to Michael for his blessing.
Ryan snapped his fingers. The Primes moved closer to disrobe Ryan. Alpha and Charlie began unbuttoning his shirt. He snapped again, and Delta and Bravo went to work on his shoes and pants. Soon, the “slaves” had Ryan naked. He snapped again, and hordes of naked, well-muscled men of various sizes and races filed into the room. Ten men fell in line behind Geoff, Owen, Oliver, Emilio, and Clay. Fifteen fell behind Gabe. There would be sixty six players tonight, including Jack. A good number to sate the lizard-brain responses the drugs implanted in the recent additions to the complex’s compliment of men.
“Gabe, Geoff, Owen, Oliver, Emilio, and Clay—you are to remain absolutely still. Only my men may move you. You will be entered repeatedly. For my pleasure. You must keep your eyes on me. You may cum as often as you wish. You may cry out. You may blink. But you may. Not. Move.”
A resounding “Yes, Master” filled the air as each of the men bore a goofy smile. A chance to serve!
The plan was to bring each man to a state of sexual euphoria that the wall of suggestibility would be breached, and he could undo what damage he could. He had every man’s file on tap to bring about information only those men would know about.
Ryan snapped again, and blindfolds were put on five men. Emilio was the one still able to see.
“Team Emilio, begin.”
One by one, the men behind Emilio embraced him from behind, tweaking nipples, sucking on his skin. They bent him over and began the arduous process. Emilio’s eyes were trained on his master, as Ryan let his Primes play along. They kissed him, sucked his neck, his nipples, his dick, even his ass while he fucked himself on Bravo’s cock. But Ryan never broke contact with Emilio. The new slave had to be inundated with sex.
Emilio was in in such a rapt state. Sweating and moaning, he only took his eyes off his master for a fraction of a second to blink the sweat out of his eyes. Each of the men pleasured him as they pleasured themselves. The crowning event was Jack, lining up with Emilio’s turgid cock, and fucking himself on the Latino slave’s dick.
The slave took about eighteen loads before he was done. He’d put four in Jack, two in the ass, the others were drawn out by a mind-bending blowjob. On his fifth and last climax, Emilio cried out “Ryan I cannot!” and crumbled to the floor, passed out an insensate with pleasure. Jack held up his open hands to indicate there was no semen to be had.
Alpha and Charlie brought Emilio to Ryan. Ryan began whispering in Spanish, the names of his brothers and sisters, the aunt who raised him, the city where they lived. He whispered of foods, of people, of his recently revealed crush on Geoff. When Emilio began murmuring the words back to him on his own, in his own voice, and not the subservient one he had been trained to give, Ryan signaled the seven men who train-fucked Emilio senseless to take him to the next phase.
And so it went. Next was Owen. Then Oliver. Then Clay. Then Geoff. Each took an average of sixteen to twenty-two loads. Each gave Jack about four or five of their own. Jack looked at Ryan, bleary eyed but grinning. Ryan tapped Alpha on the shoulder and pointed to Jack. Alpha nodded, quietly taking Jack and laying him down at Ryan’s feet, resting against Charlie. Alpha went to town on Jack’s straining, wanting dick, relieving him of much of the tension he kept in while he blew and fucked himself on five studs. Jack fed Alpha an immense load, which the giant swallowed down, suckling Jack to the last drop until he squirmed with pleasure from the oversensitive state of his still rock hard dick.
Ryan ran a hand through his graying, brown hair. Bravo ran his fingertips through that same hair spread across his keeper/lover’s chest as the man ground on his burning spike, pulling a groan of pleasure out of the titan bodyguard. Delta sat kneeling before Ryan, servicing Ryan’s own solid, dripping cock with his mouth and fingers. Ryan quietly motioned for his men to bring in “the breeding bench”—an unfortunate name that was exactly as it was implied. It was a pared down version of a pregnancy exam chair, with stirrups and most of the seat intact, save for a portion where the ass meets the chair. It allowed for access for… more.
Still blindfolded, Gabe felt himself lifted onto something that was cold at first, but warmed up with his body heat. His wrists were secured over his head, and his legs lifted and secured to some metal frame. His purpose was about to be fulfilled! At last, a chance to prove to his master he is worthy!
The blindfold came off, and Gabe found himself looking in the Master’s eyes. Quickly, he averted his gaze, when the Master took him by the chin with strong fingers.
“Look at me,” Ryan said. Gabe hesitantly brought his eyes to meet his. He was terrified.
Ryan leaned in and kissed Gabe once more, his eyes focused on the bound man. Ryan motioned as he kissed, and the nine men who were lined up behind Gabe now lined up in front.
To enter him.
Gabe was stuck between rolling his eyes back in pleasure as his ass was breached and the sensitive, velvety tissue within was prodded and painted with precum. The Master hadn’t stopped kissing him, and in return, he let his mouth be… Violated? Explored? The Master was being gentle! He could do what he liked, right? It was far different than what other men, his other masters before this one, had done… The Master was kissing him like… like a lover?
Ryan moved his kisses to Gabe’s ear, tonguing and licking at it. Jack climbed onto the breeding bench and straddled the Colonel. The prince Albert on the man’s thick, beautiful dick rubbed him in all the right places. He squeezed with expert care, manipulating the man’s cock inside him. The train fuck continued for eighteen, twenty, twenty-five, twenty-nine loads. Jack felt six loads inside him. Gabe did as commanded—he hadn’t moved, his eyes were focused on Ryan’s—but he was flush, sweating, and screaming pleasure with each ejaculation. Then the breaking point came.
Gabe began to buck into Jack. He needed more, wanted more. He wanted the cum to never stop flowing. He wanted more cum filling him. He didn’t care that he broke the Master’s rule about stillness. He craved cum. The essence of men would saturate every muscle in his body. The feel of his pierced nipples tugged and pulled on by his Master and the one called Alpha. The taste of Charlie kissing him. So many hands touching. The programming threatened to override any semblance of personality he might retain.
The overload was coming. It was an ejaculation away. There was almost nothing left in his last climax. And yet, as it broke upon him like a rogue wave, he looked up at the face of the man who owned him:
“Master, I cannot!”
His master, whispering, “It’s alright, Gabe. I love you. Come back.”
He came hard into the ass of the one called Jack. Nothing came of it, but the exertion and the pleasure alone knocked Gabe’s world off its axis. Jack’s velvety walls continued to massage the Colonel’s turgid flesh, even as his dick slowly deflated. Ryan pressed in and began whispering as Jack dismounted Gabe’s heaving, spent body. The blond muscleman was between worlds of unconscious and awake, drifting in a twilight state induced by overwhelming his sexual drive. Ryan’s men wiped the Colonel down gently as Ryan did what came next.
“Gabe, your full name is Gabriel Xavier Haverhill. You were a Colonel in the United States Army. Your Nana’s name, the name of the nanny, the hired help who raised you and loved you instead of your parents, was miss Janissa Junghardt. She would make you the food of her homeland, of Southern Germany. Your best friend is Geoff Randford. You grew up together. You knew each other since you were twelve. You were good at your job, because that’s all you knew. You never knew love, until now.”
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Gabe shot up. He was on a large bed, surrounded in comfort. The room was a warm taupe, while the sheets he rested on were stark white with a navy blue thin but warm blanket draped across his lap. A man vaguely familiar to him sat with his back against the headboard of the bed they rested on. He wasn’t built like himself—but for an older man, he definitely had form and muscles. Muscles covered with a fine carpet of salt and pepper hair.
“Where am I? Where’s Gunter? Viktor? Gregor? The General?”
The man raised a hand. “You are on an island off the coast of Norway. Gunter, Viktor, and Gregor are in Rio De Janeiro. They’re about to have their organs harvested from their still living and breathing bodies until death finally takes them. That is, not until they’ve suffered humiliating rape after rape. Then they still have Hell to look forward to. The General has been killed. We found out he had staged this sex-trafficking operation, selling young troops and information to the highest bidders.”
Gabe felt shock, as if his world was spinning backwards. He brushed a hand over his chest and felt one of the piercings cruelly shoved through his skin only days before.
“Am I—did you—”
“I bought you, Gabe. You, your best friend Geoff, the SEAL who had a crush on your best friend, Emilio, Clay, Oliver, and Owen, who’s latent violent tendencies were exploited to reprogram your friend, Oliver, through pain, humiliation, and six hours of oral and anal violation.” Ryan had leaned forward at this point, cross-legged and gazing at Gabe intensely. Gabe opened his mouth to speak when Ryan started up again.
“I know you have questions. I’m Ryan Masdorf, executor of the Dorfmann estate. Mister Dorfmann’s own son was kidnapped, brutalized, and sold, just as you were. I rescued him, and with his help, we have been tracking down sex traffickers, particularly dealing in American military troops.”
Gabe felt his eyebrows push together. Memories of words being whispered in his ear flashed through his brain. Nana J. Geoffy. Geoffry. Geoff. Colonel. Top of my class. I love you.
Wait. What?
“Right now, you’re going over everything I said, right? Trying to figure out if you can trust me?” Ryan asked. Gabe nodded. His face was taut with concentration.
I am your Keeper. My desires, your desires. Need to be filled. Want to be—
Gabe was aware of a tightening at his groin. He pulled the covers down and saw his cock extending up past the elastic of his black briefs.
“Was I… fucked?”
Ryan regarded him sadly. “What happened to you yesterday was the only way I know how to break what’s been done to you. If I’m not mistaken, I’ve restored your memories, likely right up to the point you had truly been broken. What do you remember last?”
Images flashed in his head. Women. PAIN. Men. Pleasure. The process repeated. Gabe held his head in his hands. His capture. Demanded information. An evil idea. Naked. Humiliation. Rape. Bargain for Janos. More rape. Beating. Captain Hanson’s double agent, Maxim. His friends tried to save him. His friends captured, stripped naked. The General sold everyone out. His friends caught in a deathtrap, forced to pleasure each other to survive. An explosive climax. Darkness. Devouring cum. Sucking cock. Being jarred about on men’s fat, rigid cocks. Being filled brutally, repeatedly. Heat. Hot. Wet with pleasure. Pleasure in all of it. Need cock in my mouth. Want cock in my wet, begging pussy. Pleasure in serving. Pleasure as a man’s bitch. Pleasure in submission. Pleasure on master’s demand. Pleasure in being controlled, owned, fucked, used…
“I’m not… It’s… They really fucked me over. They hurt my friends. They made me—they… I’m not straight,” Gabe moaned. His body had betrayed him completely, as his cock was stiff, reddened, almost purple due to the surgical steel ring around his dick and his balls.
“In the technical sense of the word, you aren’t. You were programmed to want men. To want men in you. To serve men. To find pleasure in every aspect of your servitude and humiliation. They brutalized you out of your attractions to women. I hope, one day, you’ll be able to reach that again. In the meantime, I wish to offer you a proposal.”
Gabe became wary. He started to pull away when Ryan said, “STOP.”
And stop is what Gabe did. He had one foot off the bed and was about to throw the covers off when his body locked up on him. Try as he wanted, he could not force his limbs to move to his will.
“Lie down,” Ryan said firmly. Gabe did as he was directed, in opposition to what he wanted to do—what he planned to do. His brain was flying with questions as he continued to struggle in vain with his body.
“Right now, you are highly prone to suggestion,” Ryan said softly. “We work with each new man who arrives to break that conditioning. In the meantime, I want you to know you’re free to go, if you so wish.”
Gabe gasped. He sobbed, still laying flat on the bed, bound by nothing more than a single word. “Can I move, please, sir?”
“You may move freely.”
Gabe sat up and covered his eyes, though from the shaking movements of his massive back, his body betrayed his emotions.
“Gabe,” Ryan said, his voice was soft like a feather. “Every man on this island is… Is dear to me. My only wish is to give you men some measure of peace, especially after what’s been taken from you.”
Gabe hadn’t turned, but he nodded.
“The General sold you out completely, declaring you killed by enemy agents. Your estate reverted to your parents. Your friends have all been declared killed, and then they were announced as traitors. If you try to return, they will consider you an impostor. If they try to return, they will be imprisoned, likely executed. You were a decoy sent to die. They were trying to save you.”
Gabe openly cried out. He couldn’t ignore the facts that brought his friends to this place with him.
“Where are they?” Gabe asked through shuddering gasps.
“They’re being tended to,” Ryan said. “We can go see them, if you like.”
Gabe nodded. He hesitated to move. “What if… What if I showed up again?”
Ryan paused. He gave it a great deal of thought.
“The fact that the General was found dead is a good sign. But he was a General, a Lieutenant General, in fact, which meant he was pretty high up the military food chain, with many who were chosen by him to do this… thing that he did to you. The fact is, you may fare alright, but there is literally nothing awaiting you now. No career, no loyalty from the military, your own parents… Well. When we rescued you, I sent a team back to try and set you and your friends’ redemption in motion. What General Benjamin destroyed with a wrecking ball, we’ll have to rebuild one brick at a time.
“The bad news is there are people out there who want you chained up getting turned inside out every day for the rest of your life. The good news is, they’ve either sold each other off or killed each other. I had agents break up the most recent ‘batch’ of sailors and marines he was setting up. We even managed to take out the mastermind behind their operations. She used to sleep with officers to get them to talk, and she manipulated others to unwillingly do her bidding. Her ID said, ‘Martalia Bogandov’.”
Blood rushed away from Gabe’s face. Marta? His Marta ?
“Someone planted some evidence in her car, then later set up a car accident. The police saw photos of young men of questionable age, bruised, in ropes. They searched her car, seized her phone, and now, her and her new trafficking gang is gone. Did you know she was allergic to peanuts?” Ryan asked. Gabe shook his head.
“While on bail, she had a run-in with a ridiculously tall, handsome, flaming red-haired young man who she lured to her bed in an effort to seduce and subdue him. They found her on her bed a few days later after she hadn’t showed up for questioning. She died of anaphylactic shock. Something about peanut oil in her vaginal cavity,” Ryan said with a hint of mirth. “There was condom residue, and peanut oil. Our guy used the ‘wrong’ lube.”
Gabe turned around on the bed to face his keeper. He felt nothing but revulsion for the woman who seduced him and sold him. In a way, it was better that she was dead. She’d be worse off if he found her.
“I wish I could have gotten to you in time,” Ryan murmured. “Jack was with you for a moment, but he got released because of you.”
“Jack was Janos?” Gabe asked with surprise changing his inflection.
“Yes. He would have gone with you all the way to whatever buyer, and I’d have found him. You bought him time to help us get a true readout on the scope of their operation. He’s got a tracking chip on him. All the men here have one. Even me.”
“Why you?” Gabe was genuinely concerned.
“If we’re to break the conditioning, we need you to know you can trust us. That we can trust each other,” Ryan said. He put a hand on the Colonel’s stubble-coated chin, enjoying the rough feel of the man’s ruggedly handsome face. “I want you to know I have nothing to hide.”
Gabe blinked blankly. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. Trust would have to come sooner or later. He nodded at last.
Ryan nodded in return. “What would you like to do?”
Gabe looked at his chest. He pulled open his underwear. “Can we get this goddamn piercing shit off me?”
Ryan led Gabe out of the master living quarters to the infirmary, wearing the “basic” uniform—which was the black briefs, and nothing else. After a long, almost pitch black hallway between the main room to the wing came an atrium, then another hallway that led to the complex proper. The floors, like the ceiling, were covered in reflective black tile, and the walls had the same mirror-like quality. It was as if nothing would be missed, or escape someone’s notice in this place. It also gave the halls a kind of space they physically didn’t have, even though the halls were twenty feet tall and just as wide.
“You are welcome into any room,” Ryan said. Gabe waited for the pause to end.
“That’s it?” Gabe asked incredulously.
“What’s it?” Ryan returned.
“I was waiting for a ‘but’.”
“Why? You’ve got a great one already,” Ryan snickered. Gabe was stunned by the humor. Yet in that moment, he sized up the man leading him. 5’11, probably 195lbs of thick, limber muscle, at least 45. He wracked his brain to see if he remembered seeing Ryan’s cock when the thought startled him.
“Something wrong, Colonel?” Ryan said, smirking at him through the mirrored tile wall.
Gabe blushed. Ryan kept walking, though he tugged his briefs down to show Gabe one cheek. Gabe looked up at Ryan’s face in the mirrored wall, and he got a wink. He had to stop.
Ryan turned around to see Gabe with his back to him. “What are you doing?” Ryan asked playfully.
Gabe tried his best to tuck his turgid dick back beneath the material of his briefs. When he turned around, Ryan was twirling his own underwear off his finger, and his own 9-inch member flopping flaccidly about between his legs. Gabe gawked at him as Ryan walked up to him.
“I won’t deny I find you attractive, Gabe. In fact, I’ve arranged to have you and Geoff use my bedroom to start. We’ll figure where to go from there. I might share you with Jack, or we can all play with each other,” Ryan whispered as he casually brushed a hand against the taut fabric of Gabe’s underwear. A heat overwhelmed the Colonel. Gabe groaned and pulled his underwear off, falling to the floor on his knees with his hands before him.
“Would you… Would you fuck me right now mas—I mean, please, fuck me, Ryan,” Gabe begged. The desire to be filled overwhelmed him. He watched Ryan’s bare feet as he stepped behind him. He felt the man’s heat on his back as Ryan kissed his shoulder.
“On your knees, Colonel,” Ryan whispered. Gabe obeyed as his programming kicked in. Ryan’s deft fingers massaged the tissue around his hole. He felt a cool drip land near his waiting, wanting entrance. The feel of Ryan’s fingers slicking the hole with his spit was too much.
“Fuck me, Ryan! I need it!” Gabe screamed. Ryan plunged ahead, sinking nine inches long and seven inches wide of meat into the begging soldier. Gabe cried through his pleasure as Ryan pummeled him.
“On your back,” Ryan commanded. Gabe flipped over like a wrestler on a mat and held his legs open, waiting. Ryan lined up with Gabe’s winking hole and dove in without warning. The soldier cried out insensibly as Ryan’s dick pistoned in and out, slamming against the sensitive tissue that Gabe had only discovered when this whole ordeal began.
Ryan leaned down and sunk his tongue deep into the Colonel’s mouth. The two battled for space, tongue against tongue, tasting each other’s breath, the slickness of their tongues adding to the sensation. Ryan was invading him in two places. And soon he’d conquer the man once more.
Gabe watched the veins in Ryan’s neck flare out as he was filled with his keeper’s seed. His dick was flailing in the air when Ryan cried out, “Cum, Gabe! Cum right now!”
Gabe howled as jet after jet of hot jism burst from his aching, dark red cock. Ryan leaned in and lapped up as much of the delicious fluid as he could, then pressed his mouth on Gabe’s, dropping the Colonel’s own spunk in his mouth. The two lay there on the floor, in the middle of the hallway, languidly lapping at each other’s lips and tongues when applause broke out around them.
Ryan smiled at Gabe, who blushed furiously. Ryan whispered into Gabe’s ear, “Get used to it, handsome. We fuck wherever we want, whenever we want. The only thing you have to say if you don’t want to is ‘no’.” Ryan pulled up and kissed Gabe sweetly on the lips. He pulled out, scooping any spilled cum out and slipping it back into Gabe’s well used fuck-hole.
“We’re about to see the docs, so cum dripping down your legs might be a bit much,” Ryan snickered.
“No boss, we’re fine with whatever you give us,” said a man dressed in a black tee shirt and black shorts. Gabe saw he had the cut of a soldier about him as well. The man smiled at Gabe. “Lieutenant Colonel Martin Meyers,” he said. “But call me Doc Marty if you like.”
Gabe suppressed a snicker. “Doc Marty, like, Doc Martens?”
The doctor only grinned. He was about Ryan’s height, with a boyish quality about him, despite his thick shadow, which framed his face nicely. It also accented his bright blue eyes.
“Doc and Marty McFly?”
The doctor beamed. “At least you’ll remember my name,” he said.
“And it looks like you remember other things,” Ryan said hopefully. Gabe nodded.
Doc Marty made short work of all the piercings. “You know, Colonel, the other men asked for theirs to come out, too. Can’t say I blame ’em.” He applied a touch of anesthetic to the tip of Gabe’s dick. Marty looked into Gabe’s eyes as he massaged his balls slowly. “This is kinda necessary,” he whispered.
“What fo—” Gabe stopped when he realized his hair-trigger dick was stiff once more. He looked over at Ryan, who licked his lips looking at it. While it was hard, Doc Marty used pliers to undo one of the balls, making it possible to slip the piece off. The doctor used an alcohol wipe after to keep the second hole clean and remove any excess anesthetic. He also removed the cock ring, checking the tissue it suppressed for any sores or lesions. With the application of a cooling topical cream, the doctor massaged the healing balm into Gabe’s crotch.
Ryan crossed over to the tray holding the re-assembled prince Albert. He picked it up and licked it while staring Gabe in the eyes, getting a major reaction from him.
“Uh, Ryan?” Doc Marty said.
“What’s up—” Ryan spoke, only to be interrupted.
“Don’t,” the doctor groaned. “I think the patient needs a little reconditioning time,” Doc Marty pointed at the stiff and drooling cock jutting up against the Colonel’s abs. He waved his hand upward, where Ryan saw Gabe’s chest, his neck, his face had flushed, and the man broke out into a sweat.
“Ryan, please,” Gabe asked with pleading tears in his voice.
“How much do you need?” Ryan asked. Concern was written all over his face.
“Need… More, please, Ryan…”
Ryan trotted to a panel on the wall. “Jack, Group Prime, to Doc Marty’s, stat,” Ryan said sternly.
In a few minutes, five men piled into the infirmary. Gabe took a position on the examiner’s table, bent at the waist with his ass in the air.
“Fuck me, Ryan, someone, anyone!” the Colonel begged. The seven men, Doc Marty included, hastened to make it happen.
Gabe was in heaven. The men had passed him around, fucking him face down, face up, bouncing off their laps, being double penetrated. He greedily sucked so much dick that cum was crusted around his lips. After twenty one loads were pumped into him, he fell into a deep sleep, content and full.
“He’s got it bad,” Doc Marty said. Ryan nodded. Jack slipped under his arm.
“We’re watching him tonight, aren’t we?” the newly shorn man said. Ryan kissed him.
“We have no choice. Primes,” Ryan said. His four most beloved Marines snapped to attention. “Do you mind sleeping in the master quarters tonight? There’s room for eight,” Ryan added.
“We know, sir,” Alpha said with a smirk.
“We’ll help,” Delta said.
“We’ll keep watch,” Charlie added.
“We’ll do shifts,” Bravo said.
Ryan knew the men would know what to do. He pulled Doc Marty in for a deep kiss and fondled his dick. “You were great today, Marty. Thank you for helping.”
“Anything for you, sir,” Doc Marty said with full affection. “Let’s just get the Colonel well!” He wheeled out a gurney and helped the Primes load the handsome, sex-drained Colonel onto it to be transported away from the examination room.