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.
Ollie felt he was between worlds. One was vivid flashes of a nightmarish scene—of violation, of pain, of degradation. The face that lingered throughout was that of a trusted friend, with the faces of his other tormentors flitting through his mind.
In the other world, fresh faced young men in a clean, brightly lit, pale green room asked him questions in calm, soothing voices. They wiped his body down—a body that still ached where he had been twisted and pulled and kicked before. His throat was sore. As was his ass. And while certain delights came to him when he thought of the pleasure he felt, the pleasure came at a terrible price.
But one world faded as the other came forward into clearer view. The young men were closing in. Not uncomfortably, but he could see them almost surround him.
He was on a bed. A blanket had been pulled up to his torso. Groggily, Ollie looked down and saw his nipples had been pierced—one with an actual piercing, and the other looked like someone superglued his nameplate to a safety pin and rammed it through his flesh.
When he looked up, the first, real familiar face in this place materialized.
“Geoff?”
“I’m here, Ollie,” Geoff said. The men observing Ollie gently removed the needles and pads which had wires clipped to them for monitoring his vitals and brainwaves.
Ollie reached up to hug the one friend he knew, when racking sobs overtook him. Geoff hugged him back, brushing his hands over his friend’s bare back in comfort.
“What the fuck happened to us, Geoff?” Ollie cried.
“A lot, buddy, but it’s over. We’re safe,” Geoff said, shushing him to calm down. “We’re out of Germany. We’re in a… base on an island near Norway.”
“A base?” Ollie asked.
“It’s pretty close to one,” Geoff said with a hint of a smile in his voice. “We were rescued by an American who makes it his business to save our troops from being sold into slavery, if not outright save them from slavery.”
A chill spread over Ollie’s skin. Geoff pulled back when he felt the reaction. “So… it really did happen then,” Ollie said, his voice shaking. “I wanted it to be a dream, a nightmare I could wake up from. They got everyone fucking screwed over! Gabe, you, Emilio, Clay! You all were their sex slaves! They made it sound like you just gave into it! And then Ow—”
“Ollie, stop,” Geoff said. The young Lieutenant Colonel stilled. “First, I’m sorry that you were made to see all of that. We were… conditioned. Re-purposed. They beat us, drugged us, programmed us to be slaves for other men’s pleasure in any way they desire. Gabe was done bad, Ollie. Worse than any of us. Clay was fucked up hard, too. And we know what happened with you and Owen, man.” Geoff breathed a shuddering breath. “You have no idea how sorry I am that I even let that happen to you.”
“Captain Ranford,” a gray haired man said, approaching the foot of the bed. “I could say things to make you stop thinking or saying this was your fault,” he said, not unkindly. “But in the interests of your health and mental well being, it is important that you come to that conclusion on your own.”
Geoff nodded. “I know, sir, I know.” Geoff indicated the men he arrived with. “Ollie, I’d like you to meet our host and savior, Mr. Ryan Masdorf.”
Ryan reached across the bed with an extended hand. Ollie took it. “I’m glad you look well, Colonel Morris.”
“Ollie, please, sir,” Ollie said as he shook the man’s hand.
“This man next to him is Jack Masdorf, Ryan’s right hand man.”
A buzz-shaven blond with features strikingly similar to Gabe’s reached forward.
“Pleasure to meet you, Ollie,” Jack said. Ollie shook Jack’s hand, nodded and smiled.
“The four men in the back are Ryan’s personal guards,” Geoff said. “They call them the Primes. That’s Alpha, that’s Bravo, that’s Charlie, and that’s Delta.” The four men gave Ollie a smile and a nod, and he returned in kind.
“Those are… interesting names, men,” Ollie said earnestly.
Ryan gave Ollie a gentle grin. “If you’d like to join us for a walk, I can tell you how they got them. Alpha, please give our new friend some clothes. We’re going downstairs.”
The eight men began their walk down the bright, shiny corridor. Ryan began his story.
“My Primes were among the first five men I rescued,” Ryan said. “Jack was the fifth in that group. The only intel I was privy to at the time is that they were four Marine Raiders kidnapped from different installations across the world, meant for one buyer who wanted giant, masculine redheaded Marines for his private harem. The official story is that they were killed in a helicopter crash. A mole in serious debt gave the captors the info they needed to kidnap them. Their buyer wanted them broken and trained for his pleasure, to know nothing but complete, devout service to his whims.
“The handlers did indeed break them. They forgot their names completely. They almost forgot their lives in the process. And they were trained to love and pleasure men, despite who they may have loved or pleasured in the past. To seal their training, and to give their buyer the sign they were ready, each of these men were cruelly branded with a lower-case alpha symbol, a lower-case beta symbol, an upper-case gamma symbol, and an upper-case delta symbol.
“With Jack’s help, I located these five, and with the help of various special forces units from the UK, Germany, France, and our own armed services, we descended upon the handlers before they were able to ship their cargo off.
“I have rehabilitated these men to the best of my ability. They regained their memories of training, of their lives growing up. But as they were selected for having no family to plead for their returns, their names were lost. The ones they had before they were captured no longer had any meaning to them.
“Since there was no one to go home to, they’ve devoted themselves to me. They’d refused the names they had in the life before, and insisted I name them myself. It is an open fact I cherish them above all my men, though I love all my men the same.”
“I still don’t know how you got Charlie out of Gamma,” Charlie snickered.
“I didn’t see you as a Gamma, Charlie. Besides, even if you don’t remember it, your name actually was Charles before we met,” Ryan said coyly.
As they approached the elevator, Ollie was blank-faced when he said what came next. “You… collect us?”
Ryan held the door and held his hand up, halting everyone’s progress. He turned to Ryan with nothing but a serene demeanor. “Not in the way you might be thinking, Ollie. Geoff can tell you, but please, allow me that privilege. You and every man on this island are free to leave whenever you want. We make arrangements for every man. Two ‘blank check’ plane tickets to any destination you wish, and a debit card preloaded with a million American dollars in your pocket.
“If you should decide to stay, we have a mission on this island. We must be ready to deploy at a moment’s notice for a single purpose: The rescue of groups or individuals who have been taken. We’ll help anyone, but my calling has been to rescue members of our military who have been targeted as such. We engage other missions—infiltrate slaver gangs and dismantle them, either by turning them over to the authorities or… negating them quietly.
“You may not have the life you once had, but you will have a chance to start anew in any way you see fit. I rescue our soldiers from a horrible fate. I will not make them exchange one tyrant for another.”
Ollie breathed that answer in. It was satisfactory enough. “Thank you, Ryan. I’m sorry if that was out of line.”
“Not at all, Colonel, not at all,” Ryan said. “You deserve to know. Speaking of,” Ryan paused. “When we brought you all here, we researched as much as we could of how it was you came to be repurposed . We know that Colonel Haverhill was beaten, tortured through his genitals, drugged intravenously and anally. He was subjected to a cruel variation of Pavlovian response training—subjecting him to crushing pain when he was shown images of women, treated to forced pleasure when shown pictures of men. He was broken when he saw his friends, Captain Ranford and Captain Castillo, locked in sexual congress in an effort to survive a deathtrap. They were drugged in that water, which in turn, broke them. Your friend, Clay, was badly beaten, his genitals injured again and again until he submitted to rape, being drugged anally and ravaged before they moved on to you.”
Ollie gulped.
“You were drugged like the others. You were forced into submission, brutalized and raped for six hours by a man you had once called friend . Of all the men in this complex, your tormentor wasn’t a stranger. But the man who forced you still lives,” Ryan said. He let the elevator door open. “Men, if you would,” Ryan held an open hand to the elevator. Jack went in, holding Geoff by the shoulders. The Primes stepped in, leaving Ryan and Ollie still at the door. Ollie stepped through with a deep breath, and then exhaled as the door closed behind Ryan.
The elevator stopped, opening into a brightly lit receiving chamber. Two Primes stepped forward to a black panel that came to life as they touched it. Alpha and Bravo both entered in numbers, and a massive slab slid aside, leading into a long hallway with two closed doors on both sides, and an open doorway at the end. The eight men walked into the open doorway which led to an observation room. Along with large, leafy green plants in earthy pots, sixteen large, flat-screen monitors were hung from the wall over a series of touchscreen control panels.
The four screens at the bottom were the only ones on.
Ollie stepped forward to the monitor nearest to him and looked at it closely. The image was slightly grainy, in black and green and shades in-between. He knew why—he was looking at a recording through infrared light, much like looking through night-vision goggles.
“We have one prisoner on the island at the moment,” Ryan said. “We’ve been holding him apart from the rest due to his cruel tendencies, such as the ones he inflicted on you.”
Owen. The man in the room was Owen. He fumbled around in the dark, his mouth moving, with no sound.
“What’s he saying?” Ollie asked.
“The usual,” Ryan said. “Where am I, what is this, is anyone there, and so on. We’ve kept him in a kind of sensory depravation state. It’s pitch black in there. The walls are ten-inch thick steel slabs. It is hermetically sealed, with a passive air system we can control remotely. He’s wet, so it looks like he’s found the panel which gives him water, and judging from the recording,” Ryan activated a touchscreen and maneuvered controls. “He’s found the refuse hole for urine and shit.”
“Why is he here? Why not just sedate him?” Geoff asked.
“Because we don’t want to risk the chance his behavior might affect the men,” Ryan said plainly.
“All of the men on this island have been unwilling participants in one way or another,” Jack said. “He was an active member of an underground fight club that imposed rape on the loser of a match.”
The world seemed speed away from Ollie, leaving him at one end of a long, telescoping tunnel with everyone else on the other side.
“You mean…He’s done this thing… to others?” Ollie said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Geoff put a hand on Ollie’s shoulder as Ryan said, “Yes. Not nearly as bad as what he did to you, but knowing he’s willing and able to do it, we took no risks.”
Ollie felt Geoff’s arm over his shoulder, holding him close for support and comfort. He took it, not knowing what to think.
“Because we don’t adhere to laws in specific here,” Ryan said, “we tend to leave justice available to the aggrieved parties. Many men here are lovers, some in pairs, some in groups. But all the men here have had intimacy with the others. So, when one is affected, they all are. Here, because this happened off the island, you are the only one truly affected, since the other men in your group were not in a position to intercede.”
“What are you saying?” Ollie said.
“We can offer you four options,” Ryan said. He moved closer and turned Ollie to face him, hating the idea of saying what was about to be said to someone’s back. When Ollie looked him in the eye, he began. “We can release him outside. We’ll strip him of all memory, and then send him to one of our company’s facilities in the US where he’ll be looked after until such a time when he can fend for himself. We can release him here. In time, we may begin to trust him. We can keep him locked in there indefinitely, until such a time as you decide to free him. Or, we can execute him. However, we leave that to you to decide. He took your fate away from you. Now you may decide his fate.”
“Geoff, can we go home?”
“Not as who we were, Ollie,” Geoff said quietly. “General Benjamin fucked us over before he died. We’re traitors. Gabe was written off as killed in action. We can try our case, but it’s not likely to end well for us.”
Ollie stilled. Time seemed to grind to a halt.
“If we can’t go home, neither can he,” Ollie spoke with deadly quiet. “If he can do what he did to me, and do what he did to others, it must be engrained that he thinks he can get away with it. And I don’t want to live every day knowing he’s rotting in a jail. I need him dead.”
Ryan nodded. “I won’t ask if you’re sure, Oliver. Just tell me when.”
“Am I allowed to speak to him?” Ollie asked.
“We don’t typically allow it,” Ryan said freely. “Though you may speak your peace to him, it will be one way.”
“Then I’ve already said it,” Ollie said.
“Do you wish to observe?” Ryan asked. Ollie nodded. “Please, sit,” Ryan said.
The other seven men took a seat on the benches along the wall. Ryan turned on all the monitors, showing four different positions on for screens. The lights in the room flipped on overwhelmingly bright from above and below. Owen tried to block out the light, but because the walls were polished steel, there was nowhere he could turn that wouldn’t give him a face full of blinding light. A gas began flooding the chamber. Owen visibly coughed, covered his mouth, but collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Ryan’s fingers flicked across the screen. As they did, the lavatory hole closed up. Water began rushing into the room.
Owen lay in the water as it rushed around him. It eventually began lifting him up. When it came to the point his head started to bob while his body was submerged, the eight watched as adrenaline kicked in. Owen started shouting, banging at the steel walls.
In the observation room, the four views became sixteen different views, some from the top down, some from the ground up. It seemed as if they had a three-hundred, sixty degree view of what was happening. The room filled relentlessly, and Owen’s survival training mind kicked in. They watched him take deep breaths, darting around, using the light to try to see his surroundings. It must have been daunting in that moment, knowing he was surrounded by steel on all sides. The room was a geodesic sphere, about twenty feet in diameter, with a flat space of ten feet in diameter on the floor.
The last of the air was being pushed away. Owen’s search for an exit grew more frantic. He dove upward for one last deep breath before submerging, simply floating and treading.
Ryan’s engineers knew what they were doing. The oxygen pocket at the top of the sphere was no more, and Owen’s last few minutes of life were rapidly depleting. The beautifully muscled man drifted naked in the expanse of blue, a look of focused calm on his face.
No one in the room spoke as they watched. Geoff offered Ollie his hand, and despite what happened to him, he took it, folding their fingers together.
They had ticked into ten minutes, and the man in the water flipped a hand or a leg occasionally.
Time slipped to fifteen minutes, and Owen’s curling fingers betrayed his agitation.
Just past nineteen minutes, Owen’s facial features contorted. His neck strained as he screamed underwater, letting all oxygen he had left escape him. He thrashed about in the water spastically—
Then in moments, he went completely still, his eyes partially open and dead.
Ollie sat there, watching Owen’s body drift to the floor of the cell. They sat there for ten minutes more, just watching.
Geoff felt Ollie squeeze his hand. He looked over, and the man’s roguishly chiseled face had gone from honeyed alabaster to a pale green. With quick thinking, Geoff rushed Ollie over to one of the potted plants, holding the leaves aside while Ollie voided out.
“Sorry,” Geoff whimpered apologetically to Ryan. Ryan merely raised a hand in calm understanding. Twelve of the sixteen monitors powered off, while the remaining four had become screens that showed a number of scans of the cell: Thermal, motion tracking, and two flatlines—one reading PULSE, the other, EEG.
Alpha stripped off his shirt and handed it to Ollie. “Not a lot of napkins on this island,” he said with a pleasant grin. Ollie took it gratefully, cleaning his mouth off delicately. He offered it back, but the shirtless Prime held up a hand in gentle rejection. “There’s uniform deposits everywhere, sir. We’ll show you where you can get them and where to drop them off for laundry services.”
Ollie’s eyes drank in the sight of the giant with dark red hair. While in the past he felt little to no attraction, he admitted that there was pleasure to be had with a man if the pleasure was consensual. Alpha saw his lingering look and grinned at him.
“Mister Masdorf?” Ollie said.
“It’s Ryan, please,” Ryan said.
“Ryan… I’d like to be a part of your mission, if I may.”
“Of course, Lieutenant Colonel Morris. It would be our honor to have you. Alpha, be a dear like I know you will be, and help our new member to the dormitories,” Ryan grinned. “Ollie,” Ryan said as Alpha put an arm over Ollie’s shoulders, “If you ever need to talk about any of this, anything at all, we have therapists who can help you. Come to me anytime.”
Ollie nodded. He then looked up at Alpha. The two began their walk down the hall.
“Is it that easy?” Geoff asked as he watched the two faraway men ascend.
“Is what easy?” Ryan returned.
“To join? To be a part of all this?” Geoff waved a hand in a tight circle.
“The events that brought you here are all the proof I need of your abilities, Geoff. You and your men, Colonel Haverhill, Jack, my Primes—all the men on this island. You were strong enough to survive what had been done to you, and with healing, you’ll have your free will once more, which will make you a soldier who can critically think and reason. I’d be a fool to turn you away. As such, the invitation stands to each of you. You’re all your own men, and I want to enforce that.
“I said this to Clay, and I will say it to you. I love you, Geoff. You will have my love whether you choose to stay, or if you decide to go. But the choice—the most important thing I can give you—is yours.”
Geoff thought about it. Aside from the heat episodes, Ryan and his men have only ever offered things as an open choice without negative repercussions. They kept things even, judicious, and fair from the moment they re-awoke in the reception hall. They started here as servile, eager sex slaves, and Ryan treated them like humans every step of the way.
“Can I see what Gabe says?” Geoff asked. “It’s not that I don’t want to, but if Gabe decides he wants to move on, I want to go with him.”
Ryan nodded. “That’s very fair. He should be ready to wake soon, if you want to see him.”
“Let’s,” Geoff said.
Geoff remained silent during the trek from the prison wing to the john. When they arrived, the two assistants had already maneuvered Gabe closer to the troughs in preparation for his coming to. They pulled off the thin blanket, exposing his beautiful, massive, sculpted body. When they returned, Geoff watched them apply a strange lotion over his body from the top of his scalp to the soles of his feet. They gave special attention to his nipples—where he had been pierced, as well as to the head of his manhood where the Prince Albert had been forced through. The Colonel’s cock fattened up in their grip, but the men kept their ministrations as clinical as possible, laying Gabe’s meat gently across the cleft where his thigh met his pelvis. When they finished, they gave Clay the same treatment before replacing the sheet over him. They sat and observed the sleeping Major while the others regarded the Colonel.
“Geoff, if you like, you can wake him—gently,” Ryan said. Geoff moved to Gabe’s side and stroked his open palm across his friend’s chest.
“Gabe, baby, wake up,” Geoff said as he brought his face closer to the Colonel’s. He let his fingers slide over Gabe’s stubbled cheek, already thick with two day’s growth. Gabe’s skin was warm, inviting, healthy, and strong. Where there were holes from the piercings, the skin filled in—not completely, but the damage there was well on its way to completely closing up and healing over. The lotion smelled invigorating, like a powerful mint and eucalyptus.
Gabe breathed in deeply. Geoff watched his emerald green eyes flutter open as he stretched, his body tensing from his head to his feet. He gave Geoff a dazzling smile.
“Hey,” Gabe said.
“Hey,” Geoff returned. “How do you feel?”
Gabe tensed the areas which had been sensitive before. “I feel alright,” he said. “My head feels a lot clearer, too.” He moved to touch his chest when he realized he was still bound to the bench. “Uhh…” the Colonel said, indicating the restraints.
Geoff snickered. “It’s kinda hot,” he said. “Maybe we could play later.”
“There’s no maybe about it,” Gabe growled with a grin. His dick filled out and strained against his navel as he said it.
“Down boy,” Geoff said, playfully patting Gabe’s meat before turning to Ryan. “Ryan? Can we let him out?”
Alpha entered the room as Ryan stepped forward. “In a moment,” he said, eying the Colonel’s straining cock. “Hey there, little Colonel,” he said, grinning at Gabe after saluting the man’s dick. Gabe laughed. With a twitch of a muscle, he made his meat wave back.
“Mind if I give you a try?” Ryan asked, indicating the hardness between Gabe’s open legs. “There’s one advantage to an island full of men. I love all the different tastes.”
Gabe’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he nodded. “Taste away, sir.”
Ryan leaned in and pulled Gabe’s turgid length towards his mouth. The head was thick, blunt, shiny, and hooded. It was so red it was almost purple. Ryan pulled back the hood and sucked on the head, earning him a pleased whimper. Gabe squirmed, making little noises of pleading and sighs. His beard added another sensation of tickling and tingling that made Gabe clench his sphincter in anticipation. Ryan ended his taste test with a smile.
“I love your taste, Gabe. If you stay, I’d love to have more,” Ryan murmured. “May I kiss you?”
Gabe nodded. His mouth was soon full of the older man’s tongue. Each man tasted each other, shared each other’s breath for a few moments before pulling apart. Ryan reached back and squeezed Geoff’s hand.
“We’ll give you a rinse out, no cleansing agents or anything. We just want to dislodge any remnant semen that may not have been absorbed or burned through,” Ryan said while he let water run. He prepped a bag and attached a plug.
“I’m going to remove the old plug, alright, love?” Ryan said, patting the inside of Gabe’s thigh, giving his solid muscle an affectionate rub. Gabe nodded.
Ryan depressed the plunger that changed the plug’s shape. It slid out easily, leaving a gaping, welcoming hole. Ryan knelt down, playfully massaging Gabe’s hole, tonguing him deeply. The bound man moaned.
“Fffuuuuuuuuuck, sir,” Gabe groaned. Ryan smiled, coaxing Gabe’s ring to firm up with each lick, each kiss, each fingering.
“Gabe,” Ryan said. “Would it be too demanding of me if I insisted you and Geoff be my guests for a while?”
“I’ll do whatever you want, sir—just please, don’t stop…”
Ryan smiled. “Geoff, give your friend what he needs, if you please. I need to get the plug ready.”
“Yes, sir,” Geoff replied. He happily got to his knees and buried his face in his lover’s ass, sucking and slurping loudly, tasting deep into Gabe’s warmest parts. Gabe begged for more, and Geoff gave more in return.
Ryan turned around with the bag readied. “I’m about to apply the water,” he said. Geoff’s hungry lapping ceased as he pulled away, wiping his mouth. He came up to Gabe’s face and kissed him with as much hunger as he had pleasuring his friend.
Gabe’s eyes bugged out momentarily as Ryan inserted the plug and turned on the water. He pushed his head forward, pressing his attack on Geoff’s mouth. Geoff never left. As the water slowly filled Gabe, his moans and his kisses became more frantic, wild and uncontrolled. If he could grab Geoff, pull him in, pour himself into him, he would. He groaned loudly as he felt his insides reach their limit, and Ryan stopped the flow. Two Primes, Bravo and Delta, held a basin to catch what Gabe would soon expel. In a few moments, Ryan flipped the switch, and the waters inside Gabe flowed out. He sighed as relief flooded through him as the waters vacated.
Ryan pulled the plug out, and the last of Gabe’s wash flowed out. At his suggestion, Gabe pushed out, squeezing all the water out. Ryan washed his hands while Bravo and Delta emptied and washed out the basin they held. After he washed the soap off his hands, Ryan sponge wiped his patient’s rear, dried it, and applied the lotion his medical assistants used earlier on Gabe’s well-stretched hole.
“The lotion will help you heal any micro-abrasions or tears that may have happened because of wearing the plug in place for a few hours,” Ryan told Gabe as he unstrapped the restraints and rubbed his ankles and wrists as he released them. “We have to reapply the lotion at least twice a day for a week to make sure we close up your piercing wounds. Geoff, before we go to bed tonight, we’ll do the same for you.”
Geoff grinned. “Sounds like a good time,” he said. Geoff helped Gabe off the bench.
“Hey, Ryan—I’m going to get this back into storage,” Jack said, indicating the now vacated breeding bench. “Want to show them our quarters?”
“Will do,” Ryan replied. “Are you alright like that, Gabe?” he asked, giving a nod to his nudity.
Gabe blushed with a grin. “I think I’ll give it a shot,” he said. “I mean, I did all this work. If the guys want to appreciate it, I’m happy to let ‘em.”
“Hah. You whore,” Geoff nudged Gabe with a laugh. Gabe pulled Geoff close by the shorts until they were face to face.
“Gonna make you moan like one,” Gabe growled. Geoff gulped.
“Let’s save that for the bedroom,” Ryan interjected before things got out of control. Bravo barked out a laugh.
“Damnit, sir, things were getting good!” the young Prime cried.
“Baby-Bee, I hope your boyfriends in the Soldier Bay are good without you for a week or two,” Ryan said. “That goes for all of you Primes. We’re going to help these two get comfortable.”
The four red-headed giants were all smiles. Alpha piped up.
“Lead the way, sir.”
While Gabe vaguely remembered how the day began in Ryan and Jack’s bedroom, he knew they went straight on to the tour of the facility, leaving out most of the rooms in the master’s quarters. As they approached, two young, well-muscled young men, likely in their late teens or early twenties, approached in shorts and tee shirts. They were identical twins.
“We’re here, sir, as you requested?” One of the two said. He wore his jet black hair short, and neat. The man came up to Gabe’s chin, placing him around 5’9. He was compact, with notably big hands and feet. They both were that way, except for the hair.
“Thank you, Matt. And thank you, Riley,” Ryan addressed the other man. “I understand today is your twenty-second birthday?”
“Yes sir,” the two said in unison. Whereas Matt’s hair was short and neat, Riley’s was a little on the longer side, showing the jet black curls that Matt potentially had. Gabe ran his eyes up and down both boy’s bodies and saw a tattoo on both of their lower legs right above the ankle. Beneath a light mat of coarse, black hair that covered their forearms and legs, Matt had a solid bar about three inches in length and one in height on his right leg, and Riley had two such bars on his left leg. Both were scarified neatly and intricately.
“I’m the first born, sir,” Matt addressed Gabe’s examining look. “The maste—the man who bought us wanted to be able to tell us apart when…”
Gabe saw the words dawning on the young man’s lips when he interrupted. “Thank you, Matt. I’m happy to meet you. And you too, Riley. Happy birthday to you both.” Gabe gave them both a smile that put them at ease.
“How can we help you, sir?” Matt asked. Gabe noticed Riley was suspiciously quiet. Not evasive, but his body language screamed he was reserved.
“I know it’s a crime to ask you two do play doorman for the evening—” Ryan began to say, when Matt interrupted.
“None sir, not at all!” he said, overeager. Ryan smiled.
“I just would like you to keep watch. Many of the men want to get a look at our newcomers, and they will, but for tonight, just keep anyone from stopping in, alright?” Ryan’s request processed in Gabe’s head when he remembered Ryan say that with few noted exceptions, there were no doors in the complex—to his room as well, apparently.
“We will, sir,” Matt said firmly. Ryan nodded.
“You may pull up a chair or relieve one another for restroom breaks or snack runs. I don’t mind you sleeping in shifts. I might be keeping here for the better part of the day, though my Primes may come and go,” Ryan said. As he said “chair,” Bravo and Charlie dipped into the master’s quarters and came out a few moments later with two comfortable padded chairs with armrests. “I’ll make it up to you two soon, boys,” Ryan said with a warm smile. The two young men dipped their heads awkwardly yet deeply, as if they were still getting accustomed to the gesture.
The men walked down a lengthy, rather narrow, low-ceiling corridor that seemed to absorb sound. Unlike the other hallways with their reflective tiles from floor to ceiling, this hallway had a different feel under Gabe’s feet, and the walls were matte, as was the tiles overhead. Gabe reached out and touched the walls, feeling a memory foam kind of material.
“This hall in particular is meant to reduce sound going in and coming out,” Ryan said. “Sometimes the ‘troop movement’ can be a bit rousing at times. And while I don’t mind when the men come to me, I’d like to be as loud as I want sometimes when me and the men get intimate,” Ryan said with a sly grin. Gabe and Geoff smirked in return, and Jack shook his head.
“Be honest, sir,” Bravo said mockingly yet lightly. “You’re a screamer.”
Ryan ducked his head slightly when the new men looked at him. “I have been holding back,” he said. “You two have been through so much in the past week that I didn’t want you to freak.”
Geoff spoke up. “To be fair, Ryan, I saw plenty of naked guys running around in the Navy. Just not as… openly.”
Ryan nodded. “This is a thing we embrace here. Some of the men have been slaves for as little as a day. Some have been slaves almost their whole lives. Matt and Riley were kidnapped when they were eleven. Many if not most of the men were barely given a scrap of clothing to wear, as of course, their bodies were forced to be accessible to their masters at all times.”
Gabe put out a question. “What… What happened with Matt and Riley?”
Ryan sighed. “I’m not hiding anything from you, but I think that’s something they will tell you if you ask them.”
It didn’t unsettle Gabe that Ryan wasn’t forthcoming. But it made sense that some stories are meant only to be told by a select few. Gabe nodded.
The corridor seemed longer going into the master’s quarters, but they arrived at the atrium. It was a large round room, made more like a reception room with two, plush red three-seat sofas facing each other on either side of a white marble oval coffee table, and two plush red arm chairs capping in the table from the other sides. It split off into five short halls from the main hall, with the long corridor they came down making a sixth entrance.
“This way, men,” Ryan said, ushering them towards a doorway with the word “Gym” posted on the hallway’s right side. It wasn’t visible from the entry corridor, seemingly by design.
As Gabe and Geoff cleared the hallway’s four sharp turns, they came into a softly lit room that had a great setup for weight training, bodyweight resistance training, four side-by-side advanced-looking treadmills, on one half. On the other, an Olympic length lap pool four lanes wide was built in, lit around the bottom of the pool to give the water a shimmering, blue green effect. Before the pool was a round hot tub that could fit twelve people easily. It was built to overlook the pool. On the far wall, a cluster of spigots with large shower heads came down from the ceiling. The wall near the spigots was black tiled, while everywhere else was mirrored.
Or so Gabe thought. Ryan ran his fingers along the surface of the mirror immediately to the right of the door, and all the mirrors lit up into monitors, with news channels across the world.
“This is amazing, Gabe said, stepping into the middle of the room. Geoff came up behind Gabe, looking around.
“Heck yeah,” the Captain said. They turned around to see the Primes had doffed their clothes, dumping them into a chute that vacuumed them up and away, out of sight.
“If there’s anything that comes and goes around here,” Alpha said, his voice low and pleasant, “it’s the uniforms. There’s a chute in every common room, each gym, each pool. There aren’t any locker rooms, because the men don’t have any belongings to stash away. It’s just bay showers, troughs, shit chutes. No need for fancy toilets or urinals.”
Gabe nodded. “These guys are really efficient,” he said to Geoff. “Not sure about the shit chute thing, though.” Geoff grinned.
“That’s right. You had a few missions in Iraq,” Geoff recalled. “You told me about the latrines. Or lack of a bowl, anyway,” he smirked.
“Eh. I got used to it. Just had to wash my hands.”
“That’s the idea,” Ryan said, watching his Primes head to the treadmills. “We have to minimize our waste as not to give much away. We’ve been a tight, secure installation, so outside of a few provisions that we occasionally get outside from our sources in the US, this complex is self-sustaining.” Ryan undressed casually as he spoke, sending his full outfit up the laundry chute.
“Who maintains all of this?” Geoff asked.
Ryan and a now nude Jack crossed to the tiled wall, activating the showers with a touch of the tiles. “The men do,” Ryan said, rinsing himself. He pulled Jack in front of him, brushing water off his skin, caressing him and kissing his ear while he spoke. “There’s a bit of automation. The laundry, for example, is one hundred percent unmanned. The clothes are cleaned and redistributed by pneumatic tubes. The cafeterias have spaces for kitchen staff on days that they cook—but the troop chow is manufactured by automation.”
Ryan waved to the two, inviting them to rinse off. Gabe and Geoff went as instructed. The water was warm, inviting. Ryan tended to Gabe while Jack tended to Geoff, rinsing every inch the water could touch, adding gentle kisses and licks here and there. Ryan gently took Gabe by his dick, now a full-on billy club with a thick, shiny red head, and led him to the hot tub. Jack did the same.
“Go ahead and take a seat, boys. Primes!” Ryan called. The four Primes, now slick with sweat, trotted over to the hot tub as they were, dripping wet, heated, and smiling. They lined up along the edge of the water, sitting down so their legs dangled but the rest of them remained undrenched.
“Their favorite part of the day,” Ryan said, “is the taste-testing. They came up with it, and insisted on it. I’m happy to give my boys what they want. Really, everyone here has had a taste of my Primes, and they’ve definitely had the others in return, but right now is special. Right now, they’re all for you.”
Gabe felt a heady rush. The old him would have balked hard at this. He had no attraction then. But the rewiring couldn’t be ignored. It wouldn’t ever go back. The idea these four, monstrous, prime paragons of men were making themselves available, he couldn’t resist. He doubted he could if his programming hadn’t been so severe. Gabe looked over at Geoff and saw his friend’s expression of lustful want.
“Boys, attention!” Ryan called out.
Gabe and Geoff watched the Primes go from flaccid to full-on straining in a matter of seconds. The two friends, now lovers, had been straining since the shower. The Primes leaned back, their arms lacing behind each other’s backs. They were each breathing heavy, sweaty, and their cocks were shining and waiting, wanting.
Gabe went to Alpha, and Geoff went to Charlie. Geoff winked at Delta. “I’ve tasted you before, baby. I’ll get to you soon.” Delta gave him a heated grin.
“It’s right here, waiting, sir,” he rumbled.
Gabe reached out and scratched Bravo’s thick strawberry blond thatch that surrounded his immense manhood. “Same, Bee. Let me get some Alpha, then I’m gonna have you.”
Bravo, impetuous as ever, leaned across Alpha’s lap and kissed Gabe deep and dirty. He tongued his way over to Gabe’s ear. “Can’t wait, sir. Wanna hear you moan my name.”
Alpha grinned at the two. When Gabe looked at him wide eyed after Bravo leaned back, he spoke. “Bravo’s always been the boldest. We think it’s because he’s the youngest of our team. Charlie’s also a fireball. Delta’s reserved, but he’ll definitely give as good as he gets.”
Gabe smirked as he took hold of Alpha’s thirteen inches. “And you? I remember feeling this thing in me for my treatment.”
Alpha shuddered. “I’ll give you anything you want that I can give, sir,” he said, submissively. “Just don’t leave me hanging,” he added with a smile.
Gabe and Geoff looked at the respective meats in their hands. Each of them was uncut, and each of them sported a similar coloring—creamy tan or pink shafts, swollen purple heads that were shiny and slippery with precum when the hoods were pulled back.
Gabe took Alpha into his mouth, and the flavors of him burst across his tongue. Salty, sweet, a hint of a tanginess that made Gabe’s mouth water on the man’s dickhead. He pulled back with a faint pop as Geoff pulled off of Charlie with a goofy grin. The two newly serviced men had more attention as Ryan slipped over in front of Alpha and Jack positioned himself between Charlie’s legs. Gabe and Geoff switched off to their respective “favorite”.
Bravo’s gaze was glassy-eyed, his breaths shallow. His was a taste Gabe was already familiar with. He took Bravo’s head in, sucked on it, swirled his tongue around it, and Bravo arched his back slightly.
“Fuuuuuck,” the strawberry blond giant groaned. He moaned harder when Gabe took his eleven inches to his throat, swallowing on the man’s girth, driving him into a frenzy. Bravo curled around him like a protective shell as Gabe sucked him, his tongue hitting Bravo’s sensitive spots. Gabe pulled off slowly, taking Bravo’s thickness in his hands and licking the head like a lollipop. Bravo couldn’t resist reaching out for Gabe’s face and pulling him in for an even dirtier kiss. Both men’s mouths were shiny with spit from the other man. Gabe blinked slowly with a smile on his face as Bravo watched.
“God, Bravo,” Gabe groaned. Bravo smiled.
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, sir,” Bravo said, his words thick with adoration. Gabe stood breathless for a moment.
Ryan pulled off of Alpha, who’s face had reddened with pleasure. Ryan idly held the dark-haired red-head’s meat in his hands, swirling his thumb over Alpha’s wide piss slit, across his sensitive glans.
“I know this might be sudden, Gabe, Geoff. You’ve only been here two days, and I know you’re still processing,” Ryan looked over at Alpha, who’s eyes were drifting in pleasure at Ryan’s touch. Ryan kissed him briefly and kissed the tip of his meat gently before releasing him. The four Primes stood and moved around the men who pleasured them, sitting on the opposite side of the tub, watching, the water bobbed to the sternums of their highly defined chests.
Ryan held out a hand to indicate sitting. Gabe and Geoff did so on one side of the Primes, and Ryan and Jack sat on the other.
“I wanted to ask—” “How do I—” Ryan started at the same time as Gabe. Both men laughed. Ryan spoke. “Please, continue.”
Gabe nodded. “How do I become a part of your organization?” he asked.
“Do you want to join?” Ryan returned.
Gabe nodded. “Yes,” he said, to verbally agree, with no mistake.
“I will too,” Geoff said. He looked Gabe in the eyes, giving him a brief kiss on the lips.
“I am beyond happy to accept you both,” Ryan said. “Usually, I assign one of the experienced men from the basic troop pool to be your guides, but the ‘taste test’ was to see who might suit you better. That’s why I only had you do two men instead of all four, so that you wouldn’t end up choosing the same man.”
Gabe smiled, as did Geoff. Geoff had seated next to Delta, and he scooted closer.
“I’ll work with anyone,” Geoff said. “But Delta and I seem to click.” The auburn titan smiled and ran a finger along Geoff’s jaw and gave him a chaste kiss at his temple.
“Whatever you need, sir, count on me,” Delta said.
Bravo lifted a hand out of the water, curling a finger at Gabe. Gabe snickered as he waded across the tub, when Bravo pulled him by the hand down onto his lap.
“You’d better have chosen me, sir,” Bravo growled. Alpha laughed.
“I don’t think you gave him a choice, little brother,” Alpha said with a smile. Gabe snickered in agreement. He shifted around to straddle the strawberry blond giant. Beneath the water, an eleven inch creature wanted into Gabe’s warm, waiting hole, tapping at his back door impatiently. Gabe laughed.
“Down, tiger,” Gabe said as he placed his forearms on Bravo’s shoulders. “I’d be happy to work with you, Bravo, since you can’t keep your hands off me,” Gabe said, leaning his forehead into Bravo’s.
“I know what I want, sir,” Bravo returned without guile or hesitation. “Also, if we’re in this kind of company… or less… You can call me ‘Bee’. Only if you want.”
“You wouldn’t mind?” Gabe snickered.
Bravo’s cheeks flushed despite his adorable smile. “I want you to call me Bee.”
“Bee,” Gabe said, “we’re gonna be great, you and me.”
Ryan coughed quietly, his arm draped over Jack’s shoulder, casually intimate. The six men turned their attention to him.
“When my doctors give you clearance, Gabe, you may join in with any fitness regimen you please. I know you’re aching to get back into it. Geoff, keep it light for now, but you may exercise as you like,” Ryan said. Both the new men nodded.
“I gather you have questions?” Ryan said. Gabe nodded.
“What will our—hey!” Gabe exclaimed as Bravo lifted him out of the water. The man waded across the way holding the Colonel when he sat back down. He turned Gabe around so he could face in better.
“The guys behind us wouldn’t have a view with you sitting on my lap, sir, and I wasn’t going to let your fuckin’ hot ass go,” Bravo said matter-of-factly. Gabe rolled his eyes.
“Aren’t you the needy one,” Gabe chuckled.
“I tend to get what I want, sir,” Bravo said with a little heat in his voice.
“Bravo,” Ryan warned sternly but gently.
“Yes, sir?” Bravo returned innocently.
“Let the Colonel speak,” Ryan said.
“Of course, sir,” Bravo said. Gabe could only laugh at his new guide’s foibles when he stifled a gasp of surprise.
Bravo had taken hold of his aching dick, massaging it slowly, torturously, sensually.
“What will Geoff and I be responsible for?” Gabe asked, schooling his facial features against Bravo’s underhanded, underwater attention.
“It’s not every day we get high ranking men in our midst,” Ryan said. “Let alone two Navy SEALs, an Army Intelligence officer, an Army Foreign Relations liaison, an Air Force Linguist, and a Marine Weapons specialist.”
“There’s also an Army Ranger,” Gabe added. He looked over at Geoff, who returned his look with concern and grief. “Geoff? What happened to Owen?”
“We put him down, Gabe,” Geoff said after a long silence. “He beat Ollie up, then raped him into submission. Before the handlers turned on him, Owen was one of them for a little bit.”
A sinking sensation threatened to pull Gabe down. Bravo had even stopped playing with him, only to hold him close in support. Betrayal? Who knew? It was possible, with the way they were treating him before the failed rescue.
“We have information that shows Colonel Colfax was a member of certain clandestine flight clubs that enforce the rape and humiliation of the losing parties. Colfax had never lost a round, and kept his activities secret,” Ryan said sympathetically.
Gabe’s mind reeled around the information. “Was there no way to—”
“Our men would have been put in jeopardy with a personality like his,” Ryan said.
“It’d be different if he was unwilling,” Jack added. “If he was forced to do it. But he was conscious of himself, he knew what he was doing.”
Gabe nodded. “I understand. He might have tried to pull his stunts with all these men who’ve already lived the nightmare.”
Bravo’s arms cinched a little tighter. One of his huge hands spread out over Gabe’s chest, over his heart.
Gabe wondered how Ollie felt in all of this. How the rest of the guys felt. “Did the others join?”
Ryan smiled. “Everyone did. Emilio wanted to leave to take care of his family, but I had asked him to consider staying due to the drugs that are still running through his body. Through all of yours, except Ollie.”
Gabe realized his memories fogged over completely when he was between tortures and watching his friends struggle for their lives. He remembered how he achieved a mind-blowing orgasm when he saw Emilio and Geoff locked in a 69. Everything after that orgasm was a haze of violation, pain, and pleasure.
“Where is Ollie?”
“I took him to one of our many troop bays. Both he and Emilio are in good hands.” Alpha stretched out, luxuriating in the bubbling hot water.
“Speaking of,” Charlie said. “I promised to check on Emilio. May I do that, sir?”
Ryan nodded. “Will we see you later?”
Charlie smiled. “Of course. I might spend a little time with, uh, the Captain, if that’s okay—but I’ll be in bed before we get to sleep.”
“Told you,” Jack laughed, kissing Ryan’s jawline. “New chew toy.”
“If I may, sir,” Alpha spoke up. “Ollie seemed pretty low. If I could tend to him for a few, I think I could help him sleep tonight.”
Ryan shook his head with a snicker. “Oh, boys. How about you two take care of your new men, and we’ll take care of these guys?”
Alpha and Charlie beamed. They both stood up. Ryan rose to meet them. The giants sandwiched their keeper between them, treating him to wet kisses full of teeth and tongues, to his neck, his mouth. They ground against him, and the older man moaned at their ministrations.
“Go babies,” Ryan said. “Before you make me change my mind.” He kissed each on the mouths. They dipped their heads deeply and gave him a smile. Their fingers trailed off of Ryan, as if trying to stay connected to the very last moment. When they disconnected, both men turned and waded out, their dicks flailing, hard, haphazardly in the open air. Their individual brands seemed to bounce as they trotted away. They didn’t bother dressing.
Geoff had been entranced by Ryan’s exchange, as had Gabe. Ryan snickered.
“Jack and my Primes are my usual bed buddies,” Ryan said. “They may have a night or two with one—or a few—of the other men, but they don’t have a dorm like the others. They sleep with me.”
“Like a big ol’ puppy pile?” Gabe asked.
“Oh yeah,” Jack laughed.
“Sir?” a voice called from the entryway to the gym.
“Hey, Riley,” Ryan said. “Anything wrong?”
“Oh no sir,” the young man, despite his formidable shape, was a meek one. “Doc Fisher stopped by with this.” He held out a large, squat, glass jar that looked empty. Gabe realized it was filled with clear gel.
“Thank you very much, Riley. Take a couple of waters from the atrium for you and your brother, alright?”
Riley nodded deeply. “Thank you, sir. Sorry to interrupt.”
“You did fine, buddy,” Ryan said with a smile. The young man left the jar on a shelf near the doorway and left. He turned his attention on the two new additions to the team. “Let’s get you showered off. The salt can make you a little itchy.”
“Salt?” Gabe asked, looking at the water all around him.
“The water’s unchlorinated,” Jack said. “The higher salt content helps keep bacteria down.”
Gabe nodded. Geoff’s smile did his agreeing for him.
“You guys really aim at keeping the footprint small,” Geoff said. “This place is amazing.”
Ryan nodded. He stepped out of the tub and crossed to the showers, activating them. Beckoning to the men still in the tub, everyone crowded under the warm, falling water. They all laughed and touched each other, sharing kisses in pairs, in threes. Fingers roamed the landscapes of Gabe and Geoff’s bodies, and they submitted to the exploration. After about half an hour of playing in the water, Ryan turned off the water. The young, curly-haired twin was at the doorway again.
“Sir,” Riley said. “The Crimson team is back. We have twelve who need in-processing. And Docs Marty and Fisher have taken care of Major Porter. They’re taking him to meet with Lieutenant Colonel Morris.”
“Thank you, Riley. By the way, it’s just ‘Colonel’ Morris, unless you’re addressing him formally.” Riley nodded in understanding. “I’d like you and Matt to join us when we bring the new men in,” Ryan said. Riley dipped his head deeply and disappeared.
“One more thing to do tonight before we retire,” Ryan said. “The stateside part of the gang that sold you men had been dismantled, but not before they rounded up one more group of young men. Sailors and Marines. They weren’t as experienced or trained as you and your friends, but some of the buyers only want the “brand” and not the experience that went with it. These men were easily subdued, easily erased. Their individual bases had been informed they were all killed, and with no next of kin from any of them, we had to suspect it was the last inside job General Benjamin had his hands on when he was killed. They were all on a fake training assignment he set up with the various commands.”
“Why Sailors and Marines?” Gabe asked. “Benjamin was an Army general.”
“We suspect that was going to be phase three of his plans,” Jack said. “My sources in CID said he had several dossiers of low ranking soldiers, even Airmen, in his possession. My contacts have since copied us on the potential victims, and we’ve put eyes out on them, but since Martina was taken off the board and her immediate henchmen dispatched, I think we’ve effectively and permanently undone their enterprise.”
“The cell in Germany used a combination of methods on you men, though Gabe saw all of it first hand,” Ryan patted Gabe’s face, and the Colonel leaned into his touch. “They shipped Marta an improved psychotropic, based off their findings with your group. She managed to sell the first half of instructions to create it to other slaver groups across the US, so we were excited to see that list when we went through her records. She did that to weed out the ones unable to pay upfront. Thankfully, Charlie got to her before she finished the transaction. But these men…”
Gabe and Geoff looked at each other, concerned. They turned to Ryan.
“What about them?” Geoff asked. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to its owner. Delta gave him a regretful look.
“I’ve been in communication with the Crimson team,” Delta said. “These men will be in rehabilitation for a while, but it looks like the drug was so strong that the only things left were senses and speech. They only know how to serve.”
Geoff paled. A wave of nausea flooded into Gabe’s senses.
“That fucking BITCH,” Gabe said between gulps, trying not to throw up.
“Who?” Geoff asked. “Marta?” Gabe nodded. Geoff felt revulsion for his friend’s suffering, since this woman had a hand in his pain. Arms slid over Geoff’s shoulders as Delta moved to embrace him from behind like a living, comforting blanket. Bravo did the same, pressing soft kisses to the side of Gabe’s head, nuzzling him gently. Gabe’s hands latched onto his Prime’s thick forearms as he leaned into the touch.
After a few minutes of grief-laden silence, Ryan spoke. “We found these men off the coast of Baja California. They were in a rough-hewn cavern carved out by pirates centuries ago. All twelve men shared a similar look, similar features, right down to their nose and cheekbones. They were all roughly five eleven, one hundred ninety pounds of ephebian muscle, all hirsute, medium blonde hair, blue eyes, no tattoos, no major birthmarks. The man buying them wanted to alter them to look like one set of twelve twins.”
Gabe’s heart constricted. Just exactly how easy was it to pull these men off the streets? How easy was it not only to rob them of their identities, but force them to surgically look like someone they weren’t?
“The last one to be repurposed can tell us more,” Delta said, straightening up. “They started his dosing but didn’t finish when my men arrived.”
Gabe turned to Geoff. The two shared a look. Gabe took one of Bravo’s hands in his, and Geoff took one of Delta’s hands in his, each man holding that hand over their own shoulders. It was as if they were wearing their Primes as cloaks to shield them.
“Do we dress?” Gabe asked. Ryan shook his head. “My Primes know what to do. You two must remain behind me, at my sides. You may look forward, but do be sure to avoid eye contact. Their instinct is to cower at direct eye contact unless it is during sex.”
As the men crossed the gym to the hallway, Ryan powered on a touchscreen panel on the wall. The images of Alpha and Charlie came up, and Ryan addressed them.
“Alpha, Charlie, please take care of your wards tonight. We’ll have you tomorrow. Alpha, Major Porter is with you, too, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. See to it he doesn’t do anything to cause more pain. We’re going to start the in-processing. Matt and Riley will take your places,” Ryan said.
“Colonel Morris, Major Porter and I, uh, showered together sir, and now we’re ready to head to bed,” Alpha said.
“I helped Captain Castillo get settled and cleaned up, too, sir,” Charlie said.
“Good, boys. I love you. Good night,” Ryan said with a smile.
“Good night, sir,” the two Primes said. The touch screen went dark.
“I almost forgot,” Ryan said. “We’ve covered a lot of ground, and I wanted to make sure you knew this for tomorrow.”
“What’s that, sir?” Gabe asked.
“Do you remember Captain David Hanson?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah. I remember he was replaced with for some Russian named Maxim. The Russian was Hanson in disguise,” Gabe returned.
“Actually, the man you saw was Hanson. He was brainwashed into thinking he was Maxim. The real Maxim is on his way to a Japanese CEO with a fetish for turning big, strong, virile white men into subservient schoolgirls with crotches smoothed permanently by electrolysis and penises locked in ornate chastity belts that make them look like they’re wearing golden panties.”
At first, there was a roaring silence. Then, Gabe and Geoff both barked out a laugh. Jack snickered. The Primes both had goofy grins in response.
“That was a disturbing image, wasn’t it?” Ryan said. The men could only snicker their agreement. “Takehashi-sama is very particular. I’m a fan of ironic justices. When I can replace a slave-making handler with their quarry, I make sure the bad ones get sent to certain strange bedfellows like Hideki Takehashi. He’s got a small collection of handlers that he’s permanently repurposed. The ones who had a more direct hand in your tortures…” A vengeful glint shone in Ryan’s eyes. “I don’t condone it myself, but there are places that conduct illegal organ harvests. I might have directed Viktor, Gunter, and Gregor to one of those places. Their last moments on earth will be excruciating before any extraction begins. And they’ll still have Hell to look forward to.”
Gabe and Geoff came down from their comic high. Ryan stilled himself. “What do you remember of the actual David Hanson?”
“He was a straightforward guy. Kind of a slow mover, as far as promoting was concerned,” Gabe said. “I think he got his commission a little later than I did. He liked fishing, hitting up the bars, taking classy, exotic women home to bed, that kind of thing. He used his connections to get him into a lot of places. He was friendly enough.”
Ryan nodded. “As it is, Captain Hanson is under sedation. But we are about to induce a twilight state where we can pull apart the personas and focus on the original. This may prove helpful to our investigation of how far up the racket went that put you men in my care. Since he was General Benjamin’s secretary, I think he might be valuable.”
Gabe nodded. “I’m there if you need me.”
Geoff chimed in. “Me too.”
Jack stepped away. “In that case, gentlemen, I’m going to go make sure Captain Hanson will be ready to go,” he said. “There are things that I can do that may loosen him up a bit,” Jack said with a dirty wink. Ryan nodded.
“Go, baby. Will we see you later?” Ryan asked.
“I’ll come back to sleep. But don’t hold up your party on my account,” Jack snickered. With a wave of his hand, Jack disappeared down the corridor to the master’s quarters with a smile
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