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.
Bravo stood waiting at the doorway. The lighting from both rooms showed his amazing definition. There was strength in every fiber of his body, but his playful, boyish, yet unfairly handsome face belied innocence he freely shucked off years ago. His thick, turgid cock acted as some kind of toll gate. He raised his leg to block the way. As the men approached, he bobbed his dick friskily without touching it.
“Bravo, what’s this?” Ryan said playfully.
“There’s a toll to enter, sir,” Bravo said brazenly.
“What’s the toll, Baby-bee?” Ryan asked.
“You have to sample my honey,” Bravo snickered.
“You’d better have enough honey for the four of us,” Jack said. “Otherwise the one who doesn’t get any honey gets your ass tonight.”
Bravo laughed. His cock bobbed. “Sounds like a win-win to me,” he smirked.
Geoff and Gabe looked at the giant and grinned. They mouthed something at each other and seemed to come to some unspoken agreement. In the past, Gabe had taken part in a three-way between Geoff, a busty guest at the military gala they had attended, and himself. They drove her crazy all night, eating her out front and back. They figured they’d do the same for the young Prime.
“Uh oh, Bee,” Ryan said. “I think our new boys here have something up their sleeves.”
“Bring it on, blondies,” Bravo laughed.
“We’re gonna take your honey our way,” Gabe said. He strode up to the dick that waved at him. It was eleven inches of manhood he wanted in his mouth so much. His brain craved it from the tip to the hilt. He grabbed Bravo by the hips and pulled him away from the doorpost. “Uh, Bravo, you’re gonna have to squat if I’m gonna get on my knees. I’ll break my neck trying to take you on.
Bravo smiled a good-natured smile. He stepped away from the arch and squatted.
Gabe winked at Geoff as he peeled off his shirt and casually threw it over Bravo’s head.
“Hey!” Bravo pawed at the shirt and tossed it into the room he was “guarding”. He focused on Gabe, who had removed his shorts and his underwear.
“Going all out, Colonel? You Army boys don’t do anything half-assed.”
Gabe smirked as he got on his knees. The moment his mouth sealed around the delicious, shiny red head, Bravo groaned.
“FUUUUUUUUUCK,” Bravo sighed. He watched inch after inch of his pale pink shaft disappear into the Colonel’s mouth. When the head of his dick hit the softest, warmest tissue in the back of Gabe’s throat and Gabe’s nose pressed into his nest of pale orange pubic hair, Bravo cried out unintelligibly. He was hit with a surprise.
Geoff began tonguing his rosebud deeply.
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit,” Bravo exclaimed in surprise. He was lost in pleasure as Gabe and Geoff brought him to his first climax. His chest through the top of his forehead were a bright, dark pink as he panted.
Gabe pulled off of the gorgeous giant with an audible pop as he turned to Ryan. “Damn, it really IS great direct from the source,” he laughed wholeheartedly.
Ryan catalogued that image—Gabe’s free laughter. He rather hoped the CCTV caught it on camera.
Geoff and Gabe switched off the still rock hard guard. Geoff used the fact that Bravo was now super sensitive to drive him into a frenzy as he squatted, his hands on his knees, his ass out obscenely, and his dick free and open for the milking. Geoff’s skills weren’t as deeply engrained as Gabe’s, but he made up for depth with manipulation, sucking and stroking the squirming giant to a second load that coated Geoff’s tongue.
Geoff motioned Ryan over, and he waved Gabe down too. Geoff spread the seed he’d collected all over the pale giant’s swollen, sensitive member. While Gabe and Geoff nestled the sloppy, semen covered cock in between their mouths, kissing, licking, and stroking using only their lips and their tongues, Ryan sucked on the head, sliding his tongue beneath the hood to truly taste the man’s essence. He was treated to a load of his own. When Bravo had finished his climax, Ryan took Bravo by the face lovingly. Bravo opened his mouth, and Ryan let the thick, delicious cream flow off his tongue and into Bravo’s waiting mouth. He sealed the deal with a kiss, tongues sliding against each other, flavors exploding in both of their brains.
Bravo was panting and smiling, a slick sheen of delicious sweat poured off of him. He hadn’t noticed Jack had stripped down. When he looked over at his last challenger, he saw Jack was a little flush, his own cock dripped into his hand.
A thought occurred. Bravo had been subject to Jack’s ministrations before. They usually involved pegging. He was ready.
“I’m changing the rules,” Jack said. Bravo smirked.
“I’m listening, sir,” the giant said.
“I know you’re gonna cum. And I know we all want that ass. So here’s the deal. Every load I wring from you until you’re shooting blanks is a week you’ll be in our bed doing whatever we say, whatever we want, got it?” Jack said.
Bravo smiled broadly. “You don’t have to bet, sir. Take it all. I am yours to command.”
Jack fake-pouted. “You’re no fun.” He smeared his cum on his hands. Holding one hand up, Bravo licked Jack’s cum clean off while Jack used his other hand to prod Bravo’s sensitive internal tissue just beyond his anal ring. The giant was in heaven, moaning and gyrating. Gabe watched while Geoff stood behind him, caressing his nipples and stroking his cock as they both watched. Ryan merely looked on the whole scene and smiled.
Eventually, the giant gave out. With a loud, nonsensical exclamation, he emptied the biggest load into Jack’s mouth. Jack removed his fingers. With a grin, he got off the floor and walked over to the blond musclemen. He motioned with a finger to bring their faces closer. They knew what was coming, and they did as the man bid. And soon, the three of them were sharing a kiss covered in Bravo’s load.
“Hot,” Bravo panted and growled. “Fuckin’ hot.” He jerked himself a bit with one hand, collecting random dollops of his own cum and cleaning off his fingers. Ryan rolled his eyes.
“I love you so much, Bravo,” Ryan sighed exasperatedly.
“I love you too, sir,” Bravo returned. The truth and affection were warm and willing in his voice.
Ryan went into the room. “Come shower for us, Baby-Bee, while I explain the john.”
Bravo stood straight and dipped his head deeply and respectfully. He would always give his keeper his undying loyalty and respect, willing to do anything on the drop of a hat for the man who owned his life. He strode to the open bay shower stall near a row of ten, strange, individual troughs, each one behind a kind of white fiberglass frame with foot stirrups on the side facing the trough and hard leather restraints on the side facing the rest of the open bay. Along the other three walls, even near the door, were shower heads overhead. Inserted into the walls were industrial sized dispensers for shampoo, soap, and… lube.
Gabe noticed this. “You guys really… You really do fuck anywhere you want, don’t you?”
Ryan nodded a bit solemnly. “There are aspects of your repurposing that I can’t undo. You’ll never be as straight as you knew yourself to be. Other things, like for you, Gabe—the need to be filled as an instinct, a survival instinct at that, can be muted. If ever the urge overtakes you, I encourage you all not to suppress it. It will only damage your psyche to push it down.”
Geoff nudged Gabe playfully. “What’s wrong with wanting to get fucked nine times a day?” Gabe shoved back as good as he got.
Ryan’s voice cut through the jocularity. “Because if Gabe wants to have a life beyond the island, he’ll need better control of his own faculties. If you two would like to join our ranks, we’ll be sending you out on missions that require more concentration than the conditioning will allow.”
Gabe and Geoff stiffened on the words, “ranks” and “missions”.
“See, your repurposing has almost made you forget. You two are highly decorated troops. A young Army Colonel, and a young Navy SEAL Captain. Your ranks are equivalent, as are your ages. You have so much experience between you, but what was done to you threatened to rob you of that,” Ryan said in his calm, direct, but kind way. He moved between the two men and placed a hand on each firm chest. “I want to give that back to you. Whether you stay or not, you’ll have your dignity, and your experience.”
Ryan looked Gabe in the eyes. The Colonel’s gaze softened, and he leaned in to kiss the older man. They shared their warmth, their wetness for a good minute. Gabe pulled away, and Ryan focused on Geoff, who did the same in return.
When Ryan pulled away, he motioned for Jack. Jack stepped up, smiling.
“Alright, men,” Jack began, “We’ve been at this process for a while. What we have is a streamlined process for cleaning you out internally. When you first came to us, we took blood samples from everyone. Gabe, a good deal of the drug is still in your system. Captain, we believe your body will flush out the drug within a month or so—the handlers’ notes said they drugged you and Emilio together in tank water.”
Geoff nodded. “They had a deadline, and I think I heard them say whatever training I got when I arrived at my… new owner’s training would be sufficient to break me. But whatever they tried to drown us with seemed to kill our inhibitions and open us up to… conditioning.”
Jack nodded. “Colonel, you must have been really hard for them to break.” He looked at Gabe, whose head hung low. So much humiliation. So much pain. Flashes of the near mutilation of his genitals, the acts that violated him inside and out…
Ryan went to a panel near the doorway and pressed the touchscreen. He tapped it a bit and spoke. “Doc Forrest, can you come to the john? Bring the first serum.”
“Will do, sir,” a voice said through the panel. Then the panel went dark.
“Gabe, I’m going use Bravo to demonstrate what we’re going to do for you,” Ryan said. Gabe nodded shakily. Geoff wrapped his arms around his friend and new lover in a comforting movement. Even Jack embraced him from the side, as if to ground the Colonel.
Bravo turned off the shower and stood sopping wet, awaiting orders. Ryan motioned with a crooked finger, and the Marine Raider took his position on one of the fiberglass horses. Ryan adjusted the levers, moved the seat back right up against the trough. Bravo’s length swung pendulously through an opening meant to free his dick for easy access.
“The gang that took you worked you and Major Porter over, torturing your genitals and administering drugs anally,” Ryan said. Geoff’s eyes widened.
“They did that to him, too?” Geoff said, pained. Gabe took his friends hands that were in front of him and held them in his own.
Ryan nodded. “When he’s ready, we’ll bring him here. We didn’t want to traumatize him further, given the condensed version of torment he received.” Ryan crossed to one end of the johns where storage cabinets stood. He came back with what looked like a deflated, red kickball. The man hooked one end of the rubber bag with a hose, and what looked like a thick butt-plug to the other end.
“The plug holds everything in place,” Ryan said as he caressed the ample, solid rump of the pale-skinned giant who was prone before him. “Come see,” he said, signaling the two new patients over. He turned on the water. It flowed warm and clear.
Ryan flipped a switch, and the rubber bag filled with warm water.
“Bravo, we’re about to start,” Ryan rubbed his hand over Bravo’s ass, fondling the rosebud that Gabe and Geoff tasted. He paid special care to the beta brand on his right cheek. It had been healed for years, but it was the only mark that scarred his otherwise perfect flesh.
“I’m ready, sir,” Bravo sighed.
“So sweet, Baby-Bee,” Ryan said. He bent down and kissed each cheek. With a squirt of lube from the dispenser behind him, he slathered up the plug and began working it in gently. Bravo exhaled slowly as Ryan slid the black latex into place.
“Turning on the water,” Ryan said. Bravo moaned softly.
Ryan flipped a switch near the base of the plug. The bag deflated slightly as warm water began flooding the giant’s insides. A moan of pleasure spilled out of Bravo, low and long. Jack rubbed Bravo’s broad back, then knelt down, kissing the side of his head gently.
“What else do you want, Bravo?” Jack asked.
“Mmmmmfuck,” Bravo sighed. “Can’t wait… For you all…” he murmured.
“I know, baby,” Jack said kindly. “We’re gonna fill you right back up, don’t worry.”
Bravo rested his head while Jack gently massaged his scalp, rubbing his fingers through the strawberry blond thickness. Gabe and Geoff watched in fascination.
“Almost,” Bravo cried. Jack shushed him, and Ryan looked to ready himself. Jack moved a deep bucket over and put it beneath Bravo’s ramrod straight length. The giant exhaled loudly as urine flowed from him into the bucket. Jack gently lifted Bravo’s face and kissed him deeply as he relieved himself.
“He’s almost full,” Ryan said. “When the bladder goes, there’s only so much space left.”
The sound of liquid hitting the metal bucket stopped. Jack moved the bucket aside and cleaned off Bravo’s still hard cock with a handful of soap from the wall. Bravo moaned.
“Please,” the giant begged.
“What do you want, Bravo?”
Bravo whined as Jack continued his cleaning ministrations. He wiggled his butt back and forth, trying to get more pleasure from Jack’s grasp.
Jack whispered into Bravo’s ear. “We’ll do it all tonight, Bravo. Don’t worry.” He kissed the man’s sweaty temple and stood. He went to a different trough and filled a small bowl of water. When he returned, he washed the soap from Bravo’s waving dick. Bravo gasped.
“Full!”
Ryan immediately turned off the water. After manipulating a few switches, he removed the bag, which emptied out into the trough.
“For you, Gabe, we’re going to leave the anti-psychotropics in for an hour,” Ryan said. He walked to a command panel next to the cabinets. The horse Bravo was bound to raised up hydraulically, placing his ass directly over the trough. “That should maximize your body’s uptake.” Ryan gripped the plug jammed in his beautiful guard’s ass. “Ready, Bee?”
Bravo whimpered.
Ryan flipped a switch on the plug. The water within Bravo poured out in a moderate stream. The giant whined and sighed as his bowels emptied into the trough. Then, almost as quickly as he was filled, he was mostly emptied.
Ryan twisted a dial on the plug and gently pulled it out. The dial changed the shape of the plug, making it easier to pull out. As he did so, remaining water spilled out from the Raider’s ass onto his hands.
“Sorry, sir,” Bravo said, his voice heavy with apology.
“It’s alright, baby. This happens all the time.” Ryan turned to another trough and washed his hands off with soap and water as Bravo ejected the remains of the water. Jack lathered up his hands and massaged Bravo’s rear, fingering him with soapy digits and caressing the muscle ring.
“After care is important,” Jack said to Gabe and Geoff. “You wouldn’t have found that with a lot of the buyers.” The two nodded. Ryan slathered a liberal amount of moisturizing lotion over the globes of Bravo’s ass, massaging the warm cleft that hid his winking flesh. Bravo made a sound almost like he had purred.
Ryan brought the elevated horse down, and Bravo climbed off. The strawberry-blond Prime jumped about, refreshed and somehow giddy—like someone dumped snow down his back. He was all smiles.
Another well-muscled man walked into the room. His skin was bronze, contrasted sharply by his silver hair, black and silver beard, and pale blue eyes. He was dressed in a tee and shorts. He carried a small shoulder pack.
“Thank you for coming, Doc Forrest,” Ryan said as he finished washing his hands. The doctor dipped his head deeply, as all the men in the complex did. Without saying a word, he pulled the pack off his back and took out a tablet. As he typed, a masculine voice spoke overhead.
“I’ve got the first dose ready, sir. I think we might have to split the treatments even more, though,” the voice overhead said.
The strange method of communication didn’t escape Gabe or Geoff. They schooled their faces. Gabe would ask about it politely after they were outside the good doctor’s company.
“I trust your reasoning, Doctor. Please explain,” Ryan said. He crossed over to the new additions to his complex. Positioning himself between Forrest and Gabe, he felt it would soften any blow dealt to the Colonel.
“The psychotropics in his system were an advanced complex,” the voice said. “It was unstable to begin with, decimating key receptors and supplanting them with other compounds that rewired his mental and physical processes. And with as much as the handlers introduced into the Colonel’s system, we have to go slow with the treatment or else put him in severe shock.”
Ryan turned around. Gabe was sweating. Ryan rubbed his hands up and down the man’s thick, stone-like, hyper-defined arms. “It’s okay, Gabe. It’s alright. You’re with friends. We’ve done this for a while now.” Gabe tilted his head down slightly to meet Ryan’s gaze. He gave him a small smile. Ryan patted his chest and turned around, walking back towards the stations.
“We’re going to have to bind you, Colonel,” Ryan said sincerely. “Drugs are different with each person, and we don’t want you to injure yourself.” He motioned to Doc Forrest, who walked over and handed the keeper two vials clearly marked “Dose 1 of 2” and “Dose 2 of 2”. With a nod from Ryan, Doc Forrest quietly left the room.
Gabe drew a sharp breath, then he nodded. Geoff’s grip on his torso tightened just a little as he moved forward. “How shall we start?”
“We’ll do two rounds today. The first will be exactly what we did with Bravo, here,” Ryan said while Bravo rinsed himself off in the shower bay he used before when they came in. “It will be to clean out the common stuff—feces, particles of undigested bits. As a side note, Geoff, my men gave you three rather healthy biscuits shortly after you came to, with water, right?”
Geoff nodded.
“That’s the standard ‘Trooper Chow’. Those biscuits will fill you when you drink after you eat. They’ll provide you with all the nutrients your body needs to effectively remain healthy and grow, should you start training yourself again,” Ryan said.
“Is there no actual food?” Geoff asked.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, there is. But most of the men around here prefer to do a big banquet party once a week, but they go with the chow the other six days.” Ryan removed his jacket and hung it off a nearby, unused horse. “Saves a lot of time in the kitchen, and they can do other things like train or study or play, or… Well, you know,” Ryan said with a wink.
The humor lightened Gabe’s mood slightly. Ryan went to the control panel and tapped into it. “Delta, come to the john. Home uniform.”
“On my way, sir,” Delta’s voice said.
“One positive side effect of the chow,” Jack added, “Is that by the time it’s halfway through your large intestine, it’s completely digested. Not a speck of it continues on to the descending colon, or the rectum. For four days with the chow, you’re clean, and the three days after you’re eaten, you may crap every now and then, but you feel great.”
Geoff had a puzzled look. “What if we, you know, wanted to mess around, but we’ve eaten?”
“In every hallway and every room, there’s a dispenser station that both dispenses lube and a gelatin tablet. A Gummi, if you will,” Ryan said. “Eating the Gummi won’t absolve you of the, uh, crap, but in ten minutes of eating it, the tablet will make… it… odorless. Though I still suggest you wash your hands,” Ryan gave a silly smirk. “Some of the men have foregone real food, saying they’re saving their taste buds for sex. Whatever that means,” Ryan shrugged.
“It means they prefer the flavors of the men—” Jack began when Ryan shushed him playfully.
Gabe and Geoff snickered. Bravo smirked at his keeper. Delta arrived, his auburn hair flopped on his face. The same auburn hair dusted his body lightly, all over. It was thicker at the middle of his chest on down through the treasure trail that got lost in his briefs, but like Bravo, he was every bit a strapping, rugged, gorgeous giant, compared to the impishly boyish Bravo.
Delta moved next to Bravo and gave him a kiss in greeting. Bravo caressed Delta’s chest in return, brushing a hand over a light brown nub nestled in reddish brown hair.
“Here, sir,” Delta announced. “How can I help?”
“Jack and I need to tend to our new men while we treat them,” Ryan said. “Can you two administer the probes? I know you two have good hands.”
Bravo and Delta nodded. Bravo went to the cabinet while Delta began running the water. On his way back, Bravo rinsed down the station he had occupied, washing away any trace of himself in the basin. He sprayed an antiseptic around the trough and came back to the stations Delta had turned on.
Gabe steadied himself as he mounted one of the stations. Geoff stood at his side, rubbing his back. The touch disappeared as Gabe turned to see Geoff mounting the station next to him.
Another touch—fingers through his short hair—had Gabe turning his head. Ryan had knelt down at his side.
“This shouldn’t hurt,” Ryan said. “In fact, it should be very pleasurable. But if you feel something like pain, no matter how small, let us know.”
Gabe nodded as best he could. The kindness his keeper showed overwhelmed him.
“Ssshhh, Gabe. You’ll do fine. Everyone here is here to help you,” Ryan said calmly. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Gabe’s lips, then wiped away a tear that threatened to fall. Gabe snuffled a bit before he put his head in the horseshoe pillow, facing down. Ryan and Jack secured the men to the frames and let the personal guard do the rest.
The cleansing went as normal. Both the Colonel and the Captain found a great deal of pleasure in it, pleading softly for release. With a nod from Ryan, Bravo took care of Gabe, and Delta took care of Geoff. They cried out as the two giants suckled and teased and eventually drained them of a well-earned load. Both men called out they were almost filled, and Bravo and Delta stood by with deep buckets to collect their urine. When they were completely full, the guards emptied their urine into their troughs and cut off the water, disconnecting the hoses and the bags.
All the while, Ryan and Jack whispered endearments, support, and words of love.
Geoff’s reaction was all-out openly bawling. His brain was torn between guilt and love. Guilt for not saving his friend, guilt for not protecting his team. Love?
Love that was random and inconstant before, which seemed to come from every room in the compound.
Gabe’s tears were quiet. Ryan wiped them away as they fell, kissing his bound hands, stroking his hair. Ryan spoke only of care, of gratitude, and love—never directed towards himself, but towards Gabe. What did he do to deserve it?
Whatever it was, he’d earn it, goddamnit.
At Ryan’s signal, the men were raised up, and their bowels emptied. The plugs were removed, their asses sponged clean, moisturized, and the two were helped off their stations.
“How do you two feel?” Jack asked.
“Great,” Geoff said quietly. He reached out a hand to Gabe, and Gabe clasped it, their fingers interlaced.
Gabe made it through round one. But that was only five minutes of cleaning. What came next would be sixty minutes of drugs.
The Colonel broke out in a cold sweat.
“Gabe?” Geoff said. He felt the man’s hand lock up around his. “You alright?”
Ryan quickly assessed the situation. Gabe had gone pale, trembling. “There’s a sleep room across the way,” he said. “Let’s get the Colonel in there and lay him down. Bravo, Delta, stand guard. If anyone needs anything, let them tell you and you’ll tell me later.
The two men nodded. They picked Gabe up and held him between them as they brought him into the sleep room.
It was, in fact, a bedroom of sorts. There weren’t any amenities to speak of other than lights, leafy green plants in planters, and a queen size mattress with light sheets and a long body pillow serving as a headrest. Bravo and Delta arranged Gabe carefully and lifted him onto the bed as Geoff, Ryan, and Jack filed into the room. As Bravo and Delta approached the door, Ryan stopped both as he held out one hand per guard. He caressed their chests. The two men bent down to kiss him before they took posts outside the door, dressed in black shorts.
Geoff climbed into the bed and squeezed next to Gabe. Jack slid in on Gabe’s other side. Ryan pulled up a comfy armchair and sat nearby.
“Ryan,” Gabe whispered.
“Yes, Gabe?”
“You said you loved me,” the Colonel ground out quietly.
“Yes I did.”
“Why me? What did I do?”
Gabe shuddered. Geoff pulled closer, trying to shield or shelter Gabe from the storm in his head. Jack did the same, caressing the man’s broad, hard chest softly. Ryan sighed. He stood and quietly disrobed. When he was naked, he crawled up onto the foot of the bed, walking on his knees until he had slid over the Colonel. His face was a breath’s distance away from Gabe’s, from Jack’s, from Geoff’s.
“You men, all of you, have had so much taken from you. Some of the men here lost businesses. Friends. Families. True lovers. I know your background, Gabriel Xavier Haverhill . You were the best. Your parents only cared about that, not the noble heart they didn’t raise, the beautiful man that you became that others desired so badly they would try to erase your mind, your other desires, and force you to be something you’re not. Your dignity was utterly destroyed—but not erased. You are so strong. And you are the best. You are beautiful, noble, inside and out. How could I not love that?” Ryan stroked the rugged, handsome face of the green-eyed, blond man beneath him. “How could I not love you?”
“You… You love—” Gabe started, when Ryan put a finger over his mouth.
“Yes, I love every man on this island. From the men who are pilots living at the top of the complex to the men who were privates thrown to the stables in their owner’s animal collection. When their lives were ripped from them, I had to rescue them and give them back as much of it as possible.” Ryan caressed the cleft of the Colonel’s broad, sculpted chest before he continued. “They don’t have to, but they would lay down their lives for me. I’m not asking that of you, Gabe. Your heart, your life—they’re all your own. I will love you completely. Even if you could return to yourself completely, lose all interest in a man’s touch, I would still love you. As more than a friend.” Ryan sighed. “As a lover.”
Gabe’s heart felt as if it would implode. The answers were honest. While he would always hope to get everything back, he would keep a door open for Ryan, for Jack, for Geoff.
“We can rest for a bit, if you want, baby,” Ryan said. The term of endearment was a brick through a spiderweb for Gabe. The man gasped, and silent tears flowed.
The men around Gabe closed in and kissed his face, his temple, his chin. They all shared a single kiss between them, four mouths, one intent. As the kiss slowed, Ryan pulled back.
“I want to give you as much control over your own senses back as I can, Gabe. But to do that, I think we have a few months’ worth of treatment. But I won’t do it yet if it scares you,” Ryan said. “However, you must decide soon. I don’t know how much longer your body can take the damage the drugs are doing to you.”
Gabe nodded. He suddenly flushed, his body heating rapidly.
“Oh no,” Gabe groaned. His body writhed. His dick strained, the thick club of meat that it was waved about flinging thin lines of precum everywhere as it slapped against his rigid abdomen and his well-defined thighs.
“Bravo, Delta,” Ryan called. The two guards came in the door. “We need your help.”
The guards stepped in. They saw Gabe, saw his need. They quietly stripped off their shorts and mounted the bed.
It was two hours later when Gabe’s flare up was sated. The men Gabe rapidly wanted to call his men did not treat this episode like an orgy to pound out as much cum as possible. They worshiped Gabe—which was the inverse of his captors’ intended goal. He was to be the servile supplicant—not the honored treasure.
While Gabe’s mind had been repurposed, his heart was rapidly changing. He could actually feel, and he was feeling and falling hard for the men who saw him through what easily could have been a sex-driven nightmare.
The conditioning had no rhyme or reason. Were he actually received in his completely repurposed condition, his owners would have lost him within a week. While Gabe and Geoff slept under Bravo and Delta’s watch, Ryan and Jack met with the doctors in the nearest research station—one of the few areas in the complex sealed behind doors for good reason.
“This is what I was afraid of,” the overhead voice said as Doc Forrest frantically typed. His assistants, two Air Force Majors, Sam Cohen, MD, and Ray Roberts, MD, who were medical research doctors, flanked the one time Colonel Forrest Sykes.
While Doc Forrest was six feet of toned muscle proportionate to a hardened veteran master ballet dancer, Sam was eight inches taller and built like a wall of muscle covered in light brown hair from his well-groomed head to his well-kept beard to the knuckles on his hands and feet. He was poured into his shirt and shorts. He was nearly as tall as the Primes, and he had a good fifty pounds of muscle mass on Alpha. Tall and wide as he was, Sam kept a warm smile on almost all the time. His pale green eyes reflected the smile. Sam was the definition of the gentle giant.
Ray was the shortest of the bunch, practically the slightest. He was five and a half feet tall with a hyper-toned swimmer’s build, though he maintained a broad chest and well-cut leg definition. His platinum hair was short on the sides and long on top, with his hair swept over to one side, covering one eye like an anime character. Ray kept a healthy golden tan, which definitely made his silvery eyes stand out.
Kidnapped for their knowledge and their physical beauty, the three men were forced to create a compound that would rewire a man to desire only to serve other men. The process of mentally and physically breaking new slaves was becoming tedious for the young master, who desired more instant effects.
The slave pens were the least secure areas, as the slaves were docile, slightly brain-damaged bodies meant for the master to masturbate into and cast aside. Many of the men were beautiful, powerful, various races and sizes, but had been reduced to drooling, smiling, and unresponsive for the master’s desires when he would have them raped for his pleasure. In the pens, the guards were few, and were often preoccupied with having their way with their master’s property.
The serum would allow for men to retain conscious thought, so they could react completely to pain and pleasure, but nothing else unless the master demanded it. After two years, the research doctors finally had it.
The doctors knew the master would turn on them. They engineered a counteragent for themselves, injecting themselves with it before they turned their creation over. The master brought newly trained slaves who were still willful. As the doctors watched their creation at work, the two bucking men became teary eyed, docile, worshipful slaves, coherent, acknowledging the pain from the master’s henchmen’s whips, and the pleasure of the master milking them for their seed.
He was pleased. He clapped his hands, and the doctors found themselves restrained. When the master had his henchmen inject them with the newly created serum, the three faked their enrapturement for the master. To prevent them from speaking any truth about the serum, the master had their vocal folds surgically removed, muting them for the rest of their natural lives. And when the three were dropped off in the pens, they waited until their wounds were manageable, and made their escape from the castle by nightfall, still recovering from the horrible acts done to them.
The two cascaded down snowy forest mountainsides and found a small, Slavic town. It was at the base of the mountain. The people lived in fear of happenings at the castle, keeping their sons out of sight as much as possible. When the doctors came in, they were clothed, sheltered. And by dumb luck, the town was within mobile range.
Forrest fired off emails to all his friends, his higher-ups. Only one response came—it was from the Masdorf Collective. They set up a rendezvous, and soon, the men were swept off to safety. It was explained their lives were erased to accommodate the abductions, that in essence, they had been sold off by their own so-called friends.
With the Prime team, the doctors were avenged. The ones who sold them were found dead from accidents and “natural” causes. The Slavic castle where the slave compound stood was raided, its key figures quietly dispatched, and the slaves, male and female, were delivered to the authorities without a whisper of Ryan’s involvement.
Doc Marty and Doc Fisher were Army surgeons. Both Lieutenant Colonels, and both skilled with their hands, they weren’t made to suffer as many torments beyond being conditioned to serve and pleasure men, as their captors required their skills to patch up their own militiamen. While they could still desire women, they were subjected to deep conditioning through the use of power words and key phrases. Their minds were conscious of what was being said and done, but their bodies reacted directly and entirely to the words. They were made to breed women and frequently perform sexual acts with men, to remind them of their place in the insurgent nest’s hierarchy. For a year and a half, the two lived in the hot, mountainous regions of Afghanistan with the nightmare.
The captors didn’t know their doctors as well as they thought. Doc Fisher didn’t let on that he knew Arabic, and he listened in on their conversations, hoping they’d drop a useful nugget like names and locations.
It was an actual coalition unit who raided the training compound where the doctors were enslaved. The two set up their own rescue, playing the subtle, long game, as not to be caught. When they stitched up the fighters, they used Morse code in the stitching, giving the coordinates of the camp. One of the fighters was bound to end up dead and in the coalition’s care, be it an American unit or a British one. One such body was recovered, and upon close examination, the troops realized they were looking at a message that led them to the doctors.
When they returned home, they met with therapists to help them recover. In a group treatment session, one of the other soldiers told them of a company looking to privately recruit experienced servicemembers, doctors, instructors, specialists in electronics, engineering, pilots, and so on. The two were given a card with a specific location, address, date, and time, but no phone. The soldier who gave it disappeared.
The two had leaned on each other for so long. They drove into New York City, heading for Time Square. As they ascended the stadium seats for people waiting for tickets, they found a spot with rough yellow grease pencil: “Sit here”.
It wasn’t long before a young man with medium length blond hair, startling green eyes, and a bright smile hiked up to them and introduced himself—Jack Masdorf, a representative of the Masdorf Collective.
The five doctors convened with Ryan and Jack over the fate of one of their newest recruits.
“Is it possible to administer the drug intravenously? Or by gas or something?” Marty asked.
Ray’s fingers sped across his keyboard. “The drug won’t make it to where it needs to go by those means,” his overhead voice said. “It has to be a more rapid intake.”
Another voice came in as Ray’s typing ended. Sam began typing. “We’re aware that too much too soon will shock him. We thought we could do it with two treatments, but after this afternoon, we’re thinking fourteen,” Sam’s overhead voice said. “One a month, for one year. With the first treatment, we take the potency down by half. In a few days, he won’t have to worry about his metabolism pushing the drug along, as it won’t be so strong as to replicate. By the final treatment, the potency should be reduced to a hundredth of its original strength.”
“It’s important that the Colonel be eased into the doses,” Forrest typed. “I can introduce a halting agent to keep the negative proteins from spreading, but in order to keep it from burning up too fast inside him, he’ll need a healthy dose of other proteins in his rectal cavity.” Ryan handed Doc Forrest the two vials he planned on using on Gabe earlier, accepting a small case of fourteen vials arranged in numeric order.
“We think his current condition facilitates it,” Sam piped in.
Ryan gave it a moment. “We’ll keep an eye on him,” he said. “If he’s on the cusp of a flare-up, we’ll be ready to administer the drug.”
“Wait,” Marty said. “Are you saying—”
Ryan sighed. “He needs to be filled with semen. It’s the best alternative, other than trying to synthesize artificial proteins to flood him with.”
Marty’s eyebrows raised. Fisher whistled. “Sounds like a party,” Fisher said.
“No worse than what we do on Sundays,” Ryan smiled. A light wave of snickering rippled through the room.
“I’ll go ahead and set up a more comfortable station in the john,” Jack said. He was gone without another word.
“I suppose I need to let the men know,” Ryan said, turning to leave.
“Wait, sir,” Marty clamored to his feet. He rifled through a drawer, pulling out a thick tin. “Take this,” he said, handing the round tin to Ryan.
“What’s in it?”
“It’s a long lasting lube. When it gets in the tissue of the anal ring, it creates a reaction that causes the anus to sweat a kind of film. The film is as good as any lube, and it’s natural. Long lasting, too.”
“How long?”
“At least four hours,” Marty winked.
“Holy crap,” Ryan snorted.
“Yeah. There’s a reason I haven’t offered it to the rest of the men. It would make ‘em wet for a long time,” Marty said.
“Is that really a problem?” Ryan asked with a smirk in return as he turned to leave.
“Only if you don’t want to leave starfish stains wherever the men plant their asses!” Marty called as Ryan turned the corner.
Jack enlisted the help of three other men to roll out a station that was a more comfortable version of the Breeding Bench the Colonel was on the day before. The four maneuvered the bench into the john. Jack unplugged and disconnected the metal horse in the center of the configuration. The three men with him wheeled it away and moved the bench into place, setting it up near the center trough. After he bolted it down and connected the hydraulics, he gave it a once over.
“Room for the men, check. Room for the discharge, check. Now all we need is the patient,” Jack said. “Thank you, guys. I’ll call for more help if I need it,” he said, dismissing the three young men. They gave him a deep nod and darted off, horse-playing their way towards their quarters. He heard them laugh about Sunday, and the upcoming snow run, and the epic party to follow, before he crossed over to the sleep room where the patients lay.
He was quiet, however. Ryan was there as well, watching, as were Bravo and Delta. Gabe was lying face down, sighing, moaning, sheets crumpled under his midsection, raising his beautiful ass in the air. Geoff’s face was buried against that ass, groaning, and tonguing his friend deeply. His own ass was in the air, his winking rose open for all to see and use.
“So hot,” Geoff murmured through mouthfuls of flesh. “Need more, need in me…”
Jack stepped forward and gently caressed Geoff’s prone ass. “What do you want, Geoff?”
Geoff used both hands to spread his best friend’s cheeks more as he plumbed the depths for the richest curds of cum fired into the warm, velvety darkness just behind Gabe’s anal ring. Waving his rear slightly, Gabe arched his back, inviting any invasion to quell his fire.
“He gets flashes, too?” Ryan asked. Jack nodded.
“I think once a day,” Jack said. He turned to Bravo, who was sporting a tent that barely disguised his lust in the situation. With a smile, Jack tugged the briefs off and indicated to the boyishly handsome giant to do what he loved.
Bravo smiled and nodded. He went to the dispenser by the door and squirted a couple of dollops of lube into his hand, slathering up his eleven inch monster. He lined up against Geoff’s winking hole.
“How do you want it, Captain?” Bravo asked sincerely.
“Hard,” Geoff managed to say. “Need to feel it.”
Bravo nodded. He pressed his bright reddish-pink helmet against Geoff’s ring and with a deep breath, slid from head to hilt in one swift move.
Geoff screamed into his best friend’s hole, but he continued to ravage it, earning him sounds of deep pleasure from the man in front of him. He realized he was putting on a show, which made him even hotter in his heart, his head.
“Want… Want to please you, master,” Geoff moaned. Ryan and Jack looked at each other. “Need you to… to watch…”
“You do what you need, Geoff. What you want. Your keeper wants your pleasure. Your pleasure is his pleasure,” Ryan said gently.
Geoff groaned loudly, kicking into high gear. He ground his ass against Bravo’s thrusts and fingered and tongued Gabe’s wet hole. Gabe flipped over and slid beneath the Captain until their groins were lined up to each other’s mouths. They were locked in a sixty-nine, with Geoff getting fucked and sucked.
“Delta,” Ryan said, nodding at the empty space behind Gabe. Delta obliged, stripping down his underwear. He also swept up a couple of dollops of lube from the dispenser and slathered his “slugger”. It was about 10 inches long, and as thick as the baseball bat it was named after, and within a moment, Gabe was moaning his lust and pain on his best friend’s dick as Delta fucked him.
The two were driven by a need to perform, a need to please. Ryan knew that, as did Jack. This had to play out in order for them to cope and understand. In the endgame, they’d do it because they want to, not because the drugs and conditioning that broke their minds demanded it.
Bravo and Delta switched off, having fucked a load into each man. Gabe and Geoff came noisily, messily, at least three times apiece, while just as many loads were fired off into them. When they were done, the men collapsed onto the bed, piled on/around each other in a sweaty heap. Ryan and Jack looked on until the men woke.
“How do you feel, Geoff?” Ryan asked.
Geoff didn’t move. His eyes were trained on Gabe’s profile. “It feels right,” he said.
“What does?”, Ryan said.
“That I want him,” Geoff said. “That what we did together—it was because we wanted it.”
“One day,” Ryan began, “that will be true. For now, I want you to consider that whenever you or Gabe have an episode, don’t deny yourselves. Go with it. If you feel you have to perform, as it were, for me, or for Jack, don’t resist. We will watch you, and you’ll be safe. Take your lovemaking, or your free-loving play, to any direction you and Gabe desire, as long as it’s consensual.” Ryan paused for emphasis. “That is the one command.”
Gabe and Geoff shot up, scrambling off the bed and collapsed to their knees, pressing their foreheads against the ground. Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“See, there are always going to be words I can’t use,” Ryan sighed.
“Please, Colonel, Captain, you can stand,” Jack said. The two men got up, apologized to the bodyguards they bolted over. Bravo and Delta brushed off their involuntary act with grace and understanding.
“We get it, Colonel,” Bravo said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He guided Gabe to him by the hips, looking up at the barrel-chested blond. “It’s your current instinct. Your programming. We were able to break free of it, too.”
“The only reason we do it,” Delta added as he stood to pull Geoff into his arms, “is because we genuinely are subservient to Ryan’s will. We wouldn’t be alive without him.”
At the Primes’ gentle directing, the Colonel and the Captain left the room. Ryan and Jack led the group to the complex’s central lift, taking it to the topmost level.
When the lift stopped, the six stepped out onto what looked like a cavernous hangar. Four enormous doors housed a jet of some kind, be it a small commercial jet or a private jet or two. Likely three, judging from the size of the doors. The hangar was well lit by lights high up the walls, giving the space light from the lift to the massive, heavy door that opened to the outside world at the end of the runway.
Alpha and Charlie were leading a group calisthenics workout. Some twenty men in shorts or briefs (or in Alpha and Charlie’s case, nothing), were in formation, doing pushups, planks, burpees, jump roping… Gabe moved forward as if to join in when Ryan held him back with a gesture.
“Outside of our intimate exertions,” Ryan said with a warning tone, “We’re asking you to refrain from really straining yourself. You may metabolize more of the drug, speeding its work on breaking down your receptors and your nerves. Doc Forrest tells me that after the first dose, you can work out.”
Gabe stopped cold. They were approached by a very sweaty, naked Alpha, who was in every sense of the word, an alpha. He, like his Prime brothers, bore a distinct red tone—his being near maroon. He was the palest of the bunch, like alabaster, which was in stark contrast to the whorls and curls of deep red hair that spread up to the base of his Adam’s apple down across his chest, surrounding his quarter-sized, dark pink nipples, into a trail that wove down around his ample, flaccid cock. It was easily ten inches long, and likely grew to twelve, if not thirteen, when aroused.
Charlie sauntered up behind Alpha, nude, aroused. His bright red hair, like a fiery orange, was particularly highlighted in the mix of natural and artificial light. And like the other Primes, his cock was definitely something to write home about. Erect as he was, his dick was a battering ram—about nine inches with a massive head and a thick, light-honey colored, rigidly veiny shaft. His arousal was clear with the thin strands of precum flowing from his wide slit as he approached with a grin.
Behind the two Primes, two other men had taken the led over the group’s exercise.
“Sir,” Alpha addressed Ryan. “We’re just working with a group who wants to prepare for Sunday’s frost run.”
Gabe was taken slightly aback. “Frost run?”
Charlie piped up. “A kind of morale booster for the men. The runway is two miles long. Going around the hangar from here to the door and back is roughly four miles. A ‘frost run’ starts when we open the hangar ceiling to the outside, letting the outside air in for the first lap. It’s about 45 degrees Fahrenheit right now. That’s sun’s out-guns out weather,” the fiery-haired Prime grinned.
Ryan snickered. “Because of the lax ‘uniform’ rules around here, the men often take the chance to run up along the edge of the canyon wall,” Ryan pointed at the seams of the roof that ran to the end of the runway, ”…and mess around in the snow naked. Some kind of weird manhood thing.”
“You’ve done it three times,” Jack chided. Ryan had the decency to duck his head and grin.
“You do have a kind of polar bear thing going,” Gabe offered. “Not that I’m complaining… You’re…”
Ryan gave the Colonel a fond look.
“You’re amazing,” Gabe said with a deep blush.
Ryan crossed to the man and took his face in his hands, pulling him down slightly for a deep kiss.
“Thank you, baby,” Ryan said. Gabe gave the older man a watery smile.
“We can only do a frost run one, maybe two months a year,” Alpha said, giving the new men a warm smile. “The weather outside the summer months is too cold to subject most of the men to, though SEALs may enjoy it more,” Alpha winked at Geoff, who grinned. “But even then, we don’t let the men out for anything lower than thirty degrees Fahrenheit without proper winter wear.”
“No fun in that if it’s not naked,” Bravo grumbled.
“You’d do everything naked if you could,” Charlie sniped laughingly.
“Look who’s talking,” Bravo chuckled, playfully grabbing the Prime’s swinging meat.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, little brother,” Charlie growled, leaning in to Bravo’s touch.
“We bring up a smorgasbord around the third loop,” Jack loudly continued. The playful Primes had the decency to look admonished. Jack winked at them. “So after the run, there’s food.”
“And after the food, there’s a whole lot of fuckin’,” Bravo said salaciously as he hugged Charlie from behind and lightly nipped the man’s delicious, firm neck. Delta smacked him in the arm. “What? It’s true!”
Ryan sighed, resigned to the youngest, possibly horniest of the Prime’s insights. “After the half-marathon, there’s dinner, and then after dinner, we retire to what we call, ‘the cave’.”
“It’s a huge cavern that has five geothermal pools. The whole place fits about three hundred men!” Bravo chimed.
“It’s really big,” Alpha added with a smirk. “And we only have a hundred and forty two men, little brother.”
“I think it’d be hot to see the place filled with three hundred men,” Bravo mumbled. Alpha pinched him, instigating a tussle-fight that Ryan broke up by speaking loudly.
“The men steam it up, and… Have at it until it’s bedtime, I think? Or late morning the next day…” Ryan inflected a question. Jack nodded. “Either way, it’s hours of fun in varying degrees. You can come and go as you please. Leave, come back, leave for a nap, come back—those two days, no one has any duties but to relax and play.”
“When the fun starts to come to a halt, the men kinda trickle out to the sleep nooks that are carved into the cavern’s edge,” Delta added. “When the party starts, we dim the lights. The lights in the pools and the lowered lights overhead are all that’s there for forty-eight hours, when the overheads go back up. Then all the men have to clean up any mess that isn’t natural. Food, drink containers, clothes, that sort of thing.”
Geoff smirked. “Aw, all work and no play?” he joked.
“Geoff, baby,” Ryan said, “All these boys do is play. I keep them trained and ready for assignments around the world, but between training and deployments, I don’t ask much of their time.”
“All these men—they don’t mind the widespread… intimacy?” Gabe asked, his voice hesitant to finish the words.
Ryan took a deep breath before he answered. “Gabe, have you ever heard of the Band of Thebes?”
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