This story is a continuation of the story, A Strange and Dangerous Game by Michael Randall. The story is continued with his permission, using characters who were about to meet an unknown yet likely otherwise dismal end.
There are elements and nods to prolific authoritarian author Pete Brown (petebrownuk), and a healthy dose of science fiction lined up in this work, and the author is grateful to Michael for his blessing.
Ryan led the men to the debriefing room. As per his instructions, a comfy chair had been set up on the center of one end, facing the rest of the empty room. A tablet was left on the chair’s mattress. While Ryan used the tablet to study the notes on the men coming in, the twins disrobed completely, showing no discomfort at nudity around new men. They were well-defined young men, built like professional heavyweight wrestlers. Like their limbs, their chests were evenly covered with coarse, black hair. Their cocks, flaccid, were seven inches, with heavy sacs, all of which was surrounded by a nest of wiry, jet black hair. From a pocket underneath the chair, Matt found a tube of oil. He signaled his brother to come close. When Riley did, the young men proceeded to slick each other up from their necks to the tops of their feet.
Gabe watched, fascinated by how free the twins were with each other’s bodies. It must have been part of their programming. The twins stopped to look at Gabe, breaking him out of his reverie. He followed their eyes to his rigid cock—and he felt his face flame in shame.
“It’s okay, sir,” Matt said, turning to face Gabe full on. He took Riley under his arm, and Riley put his arm around Matt’s waist. “We’re used to this. The man who owned us showed us the pleasure in our bodies. Ryan told us if it’s pleasurable and no one’s hurt, that we should explore it.”
Gabe nodded helplessly. It would be awkward, but if the two brothers were open with it, he wasn’t going to argue. Apparently, the look on his face said otherwise.
“We asked Ryan if we could please him together,” Riley said, apropos of nothing. “When he rescued us, we had turned seventeen. He said when my brother and I turned eighteen, ask then. The day we turned eighteen, we begged to pleasure him together. He said yes. He knows we have no limits.”
The two glanced at each other, and then they crowded Gabe. “If you like, sir, we would be happy and honored to pleasure you,” Matt said in a low voice.
“Boys,” Ryan interjected. “Focus, please.” The twins dipped their heads in respect. They handed the Primes the oil and walked off, hand in hand. The Primes took care of their new wards and themselves, and soon, Gabe, Geoff, Bravo, and Delta were shiny and slick.
Gabe gave thought to Matt and Riley’s proposal. They were rescued five years ago, though their programming began eleven years ago, and continued for six years. Six years of offering themselves willingly to any man who showed interest, or who demanded their bodies’ submission. It didn’t seem like much changed for them in this time. Their story intrigued him more and more.
Ryan conversed with the two Primes while Geoff came up behind Gabe, pulling him close for a sweetheart hug. Gabe watched Matt and Riley with soft focus, as not to stare at their intimate touches. Matt touched Riley’s face and brushed hair away from his brother’s eyes. Riley seemed emotional, which led to Matt visibly comforting him. In a move that still surprised him despite his new, sexually open and fluid environment, Matt kissed Riley deeply, passionately. Their cocks brushed against each other, hard and wanting.
“Wow,” Geoff whispered. Gabe could only nod. A tap on his shoulder turned Gabe to face Ryan.
“We’ll be ready in a moment. Remember, just keep behind me. The Primes and the Twins will do the work. Just observe. Don’t make prolonged eye contact with them,” Ryan said. Gabe and Geoff nodded. The two stood behind Ryan’s chair, with Gabe on the right and Geoff on the left. Bravo lined himself up behind Gabe with a smile, as Delta did the same for Geoff.
A tapping of something blunt, hot, and wet hit Gabe repeatedly just beneath where his butt cheeks pressed together. It almost tickled. He felt hands prying his cheeks apart, and then he felt that blunt, hot, wet something kiss his winking flesh. Gabe reached back and found one of Bravo’s hands. He took hold of it, squeezing the man’s hand affectionately.
“Later,” Gabe whispered.
“Fuckin’ want you,” Bravo whisper-growled in return. Gabe’s cock went hard as rebar. Bravo withdrew, caressing Gabe’s ass with a rumbly growl.
The twins took place in front of Gabe and Geoff, creating a symmetrical picture. The shorter man in front, Gabe and Geoff, who were the same height at 6’5 in the middle, and the seven-foot tall red heads in the back. Ryan in the middle, regal, poised and calm, seated on a sumptuous red armchair with armrests big enough for a man to sit on. It must have looked imposing and impressive.
Doors at the end of the bay slid open. Twelve men wearing the colony’s uniform of black shorts filed into the room. Ryan flicked something on his tablet, and twelve solid D-rings for holding chains popped up. The twelve men stood at the side of each eyelet and waited. Ryan tapped his tablet, and soon, the sound of rustling chains filled the air from the two halls on either side of the room.
Twelve young men, no older than twenty-four, no younger than seventeen, were ushered into the room. There were chains attached to the backs of their collars and thick, solid manacles made of steel that held their hands out by their wrists about two feet apart in front of their bodies. They all limped on the same foot, favoring their left over their right. There was pain evident on their faces whenever the balls of their right feet hit the ground.
As the young men were made to stand behind an eyelet, Ryan’s men chained the new arrivals to the floor with the chain behind their backs. When they were done, the guard lined up against the walls, six on each side. Before them, three rows of four men were secured to the D-rings.
The chained men all had their eyes downcast. Their faces, like their bodies, were dirty, marked with blotches of mud and bruises. Not a one had escaped unbruised. Tear tracks lined their grit-flecked faces. Their hands were open, loosely hanging from their bound arms in front of them. Their arms and manacles framed their manhoods. At the moment, fear must have been their overriding emotion, as no man was flaccid. They were withdrawn, like Michaelangelo’s David.
Gabe noticed a similarity straightaway. The captors spared no expense in attention to detail. The men all shared a look in body hair. Every one of the men’s chests, crotches, arm hair, leg hair, had all been straight and tufty. No one was curled, no one was simply matted to their skin.
Ryan motioned to the twins. He whispered in their ears. They trotted over to the guards with their cocks flopping about, likely relaying his orders. The guards shared the order, then filed out of the room, returning moments later with thick rubber mats. Each guard dropped a mat in front of the newly acquired men and returned to their posts at the sides. The twins returned to Ryan’s side when the guards were in place.
Ryan stood up. Gabe and Geoff followed the men in front and behind them when they kneeled. When the men near Ryan kneeled, the slaves hit the mats with their knees, and prostrated themselves completely, bowing so that their foreheads were pressed against the floor, and their asses were tipped up slightly, exposing the tender folds of their assholes to the air.
“Slaves,” Ryan began, “I am your keeper. You will obey my every word.” Ryan walked around and between the men as he spoke, taking in the sight of their young submissive bodies exposing their softest parts to him.
“Yes, my master,” each young man said, in unison. Gabe’s skin crawled at the unsettling nature of it.
“My will is your desire. You will obey my every word.”
Again, the men acknowledged.
“If I desire to use you for my pleasure, you will submit yourselves freely and completely.”
The men spoke their agreement.
“If I desire other men to use you for my pleasure, you will submit yourselves freely and completely.”
The men sounded off in unison.
“If it is my desire that you speak openly and freely, you must do so without restraint.”
Upon Ryan’s words, Gabe watched a ripple of uncertainty spread through the chained men.
The men all replied, “Yes, my master.”
“If it is my desire that you voice your thoughts without my permission, you must do so without restraint.”
More uncertainty spread, but the men replied to Ryan all the same. “Yes, my master.”
Ryan had to think critically at this point. The men had been primed for reconditioning with the groundwork he laid out. But he didn’t want to shock them, much like what was done to Gabe and his friends.
“Guards,” Ryan said. The men snapped to attention. “Take these men to the john. Cleanse them all once.” He indicated the first four. “I will arrange to have them treated with the counteragent. Doctors Fisher and Martin will tell you all how to proceed. Do this with four slaves at a time. Take the time you need to process all twelve. Tell the docs that they must treat the hot iron brand they each got on the heels of their right feet. They must be sedated for twenty four hours with the audio-reprogramming headsets on. When you are done, send a man to see me. We will meet back here then.”
“Sir,” the guards said. Ryan held up a hand. He walked over to the end of one line. Taking his time, he knelt down and ran a hand over the spine of the slave in front of him. He caressed their firm asses, gently massaged their openings with his fingers. He pulled each man up and kissed every single one of the young men slowly, tenderly, whispering in their ears. As he spoke to them and only them, he caressed their cocks, bringing them to arousal. When he was done whispering, he bid each man stand up, which gave him the chance so suckle the head of each of the men’s cocks. Each man got the same whispered words, the same lengthy kiss, the same, calm, tender treatment. And as he walked away from each man, the slaves shed new tears and gave a sad, relieved sigh.
Ryan returned to his chair and snapped. The twins moved in front of him, gently spreading his legs apart to gain access to his cock. They worshipped it with fervor. Bravo and Delta moved to Ryan’s sides, caressing his chest, sucking his nipples, his neck. Ryan simply tapped out orders on his tablet and sent them off rapid fire.
Gabe and Geoff stood, watching everything with soft focus, as to take in everything at once for unpacking and extrapolating later. Doc Forrest, Sam, and Ray came into the chamber, administering a shot to the buttocks of the next four in line. The last four had two shots administered. Eight more “guards” entered, unchaining the eight men who were injected. The ones who were given shots soon swayed, falling into the arms of two men apiece, who carefully walked them out of the hall like the precious cargo they were. The first four men looked on Ryan fearfully, aware their compatriots were being taken away for reasons unknown.
Ryan remained passive, indifferent to their looks. When the eight sedated slaves were removed, the sixteen guards who removed them returned to the room.
While his men continued to pleasure him, Ryan addressed the four.
“You are safe. My men will not harm you. We will clean you and treat you. You will be given a full day’s rest. When you all have awoken, we will meet again. Guards,” Ryan said with a casual flick, “they are in your custody.”
The twenty guards all deeply tipped their heads. They unchained the four remaining slaves, carrying them out with one man for every five guards. They were careful with the men’s feet, carrying them out of the room head first.
When the doors closed, Ryan sighed. “Okay boys, we’re good. Boys—Bravo! Riley!”
The two who had continued while the other two pulled away grinned on Ryan’s flesh.
“Want you so bad, sir,” Bravo groaned.
“Can’t wait to feel you in me,” Riley sighed, pulling Ryan’s cock into his mouth to the hilt.
“Fuck, boys,” Ryan sighed. “Let’s at least save it for the bedroom?”
When the debriefing room had been reset, Ryan took Matt by the waist under one arm, and Riley by the waist under the other arm. Bravo put a possessive arm over Gabe, and Delta put a loving arm around Geoff. The seven of them returned to the master’s quarters where Ryan led them into a chamber meant specifically for showering and bathing. A recessed hot tub lay in the center of the completely black-tiled room, with shower heads running around the perimeter, even over the hot tub itself. While the master’s quarters itself was meant for two with a compliment of eight to ten, the bath chamber looked like it could suite about thirty men’s needs simultaneously.
Two men were there waiting for them—Alpha and Charlie. The two men sat in the tub, facing the door.
“Hiya, boys! Didn’t expect to see you here,” Ryan said.
“We heard about the twelve, sir. We wanted to make sure you were alright,” Alpha said.
“The last time there was a big group, it took a lot out of you,” Charlie added kindly.
“You boys are so thoughtful,” Ryan said. “I had hoped for better results tonight.”
Alpha and Charlie waved Ryan into the tub. Gabe and Geoff followed at Ryan’s beckoning. Ryan joined the Primes already in the tub, while Gabe went to one side with Charlie and Matt, and Geoff went to the other with Delta and Riley.
Ryan sat down between Alpha and Charlie, and straightaway, they slid apart and arranged Ryan to lie between them with his legs up on the underwater seat. Charlie massaged his feet and legs, moving with strength, but slowly, purposefully tending to his lower limbs. Alpha held Ryan close, massaging his neck and shoulders.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Ryan sighed. Alpha kissed Ryan’s temple and shushed him. The man simply smiled at the Prime.
“Here, sir,” Bravo said, sliding back on his seat. “Lie against me. Matt, let’s get the Colonel relaxed.” Bravo pulled Gabe against him, forcing him to put his legs up. Matt moved in at his feet and began administering a bone-melting massage. Across the way, Geoff groaned at the treatment he was getting at Delta and Riley’s hands.
“Matt, Riley,” Ryan said.
“Sir,” both young men replied.
“You know that I won’t stop you from expressing your love for each other with each other, right?” Ryan asked.
“No sir,” Matt replied. Riley said the same a moment later.
“I would like you to help our new friends to understand what happened to you,” Ryan said.
“Will do, sir. Colonel Haverhill, sir?” Matt called on Gabe’s attention while he continued his ministrations. Gabe smiled.
“Call me Gabe, please,” Gabe said with kind sincerity. Matt smiled.
“Gabe,” the young man repeated. “My brother and I were from the US, from Wyoming. Our parents died in a bus accident. We were in the system, since there were no relatives alive to take us.
“One foster family used us for money from the government. They were… not kind. They picked on Riley, because he was the quiet one. I stood up for him, taking beatings so he wouldn’t have to feel the pain. One day, I noticed something in the way our foster parents looked at us. Not like we were burdens, but that we were… commodities. It felt like they were running numbers in their heads.
“Shortly after our eleventh birthday, our foster parents knocked us out, drugged us. We woke up in a warehouse with a few other boys. They were set apart from us. Our fosters sold us, telling the system we ‘ran away’.”
Matt went quiet for a moment. Gabe lurched forward, getting in a more intimate space with his young attendant. Bravo slid in behind Gabe, wrapping his arms around Gabe’s torso and kissing the man’s shoulders softly. Across the way, Riley stared at his brother. Geoff comforted him with touches, sweeping his hair away from his face. Delta had moved closer to Geoff as Bravo did to Gabe. Geoff’s Prime supported him with strokes up and down his back, massaging his neck.
“The man who bought us,” Matt began, eschewing the word “master” for a man who deserved a much lesser title, “wanted to raise us together, train us together. We did the same exercises, ate the same food, learned Arabic from the same instructors. If I fell behind in my studies, our buyer had Riley beaten until I improved. If Riley couldn’t perform an exercise, I was beaten until he improved. We were ‘trained’ and educated in how to function in the Sheikh’s presence, from bowing to bathing, to how behave around his guests. We were left alone if we obeyed our trainers.”
Devious, cruel system, Gabe thought. But the whole enterprise was built upon cruelty.
“Our buyer knew our birthdays. On our twelfth birthday…” Matt’s breathing seized.
“The Sheikh entered us,” Riley continued. Gabe made a fist so tight he almost cut his own hand with his fingernails. Geoff sat, giving the twin near him his complete attention until Matt spoke again.
“He pleasured himself on both of us,” Matt said, his voice low. “He started with Riley first.”
Gabe wanted to reach out and hold the young man close. But he knew the story wasn’t over yet. Starting on Riley? After all Matt did to protect him? It was a feeling Gabe knew well—and he was certain his best friend sitting across the way felt the same.
“That year, our training involved learning how to pleasure the Sheikh and his friends,” Matt continued. “We learned how to use our hands, the muscles in our throat, and even techniques to please a man when he’s entered us. Many of the Sheikh’s friends were lazy and would lie there, and demanded we not bounce on their groins. So we were forced to learn how to squeeze a man’s dick with the muscles of our asses to bring them pleasure.”
Gabe reached out and put a hand on Matt’s forearm underwater. Matt gave Gabe a short look. The next feeling Gabe had was Matt’s other hand over the hand he just laid down.
“The Sheikh was pleased. We were often loaned together to his friends for weekends, special occasions. Our buyer held a party for his friends on our birthday. One of his friends demanded we—we… pleasure each other. We refused. The Sheikh was furious. He called two henchmen out. One had a rifle pointed at me, the other had a jambiya —a curved knife—at Riley’s neck.
“The Sheikh said I had to please Riley to completion, or else he would order the man behind him to cut his throat. I couldn’t… I wouldn’t let the man hurt him. I did what the Sheikh told me. Our buyer forced us to change positions after I took my brother’s seed in my mouth. When Riley finished with me, the Sheikh’s friends demanded more. We were oiled up, made to wrestle. Whoever won would enter the loser first, and the loser would be forced to enter the winner after.
“For the next year, the Sheikh forced us to perform together, to pleasure each other at least once a day. Either he watched, or had his servants record us for his reviewing pleasure at his leisure. We were not permitted a day without acting on each other. This way, if he demanded us to perform together for his friends, we would do so without hesitation.
“We lived this way for three years,” Matt said. His eyes were focused on the water in front of him. “Riley and I don’t even care about it at this point. He’s my brother, and my lover, and I will protect him until I die.”
Gabe looked across the way at the curly-haired twin. Riley’s eyes had watered, and a tear had rolled off his cheek. Gabe took Matt’s hand and pulled it out of the water gently, pressing a kiss to his fingers. Matt gave him a broad, watery smile. Behind him, Ryan gave Gabe a wink and a small smile.
“Here,” Gabe said. He took Matt by the shoulders and pulled him close. He pressed his fingertips into Matt’s neck, massaging him as Bravo did the same on his own back. Gabe looked across the way to see Delta cradling Geoff close while Riley straddled Geoff, kissing him.
“Theirs is one of the standout stories in the colony,” Ryan said as Alpha and Charlie continued to work his body. “I had thought of several ways to ‘deprogram’ the unsavory aspects of what their buyer did to them, but I realized they had so few means of showing and sharing their love. For me to take that away from them felt more wrong than the taboo that would divide them. So here, on this island, they are free to love as they wish. They may do so in private if they are away from home. But they know not to make any show of their love out in the open.”
Gabe nodded. Geoff had pulled away from Riley to hear Ryan speak, but soon Riley demanded the Captain’s attention, mauling his mouth and tongue with his own.
Ryan stepped out of the hot tub and went to the wall behind him. His Primes followed. The showers turned on as the three stepped beneath them. While Alpha and Charlie soaped and shampooed Ryan, Bravo pulled Gabe out of the tub with Matt trailing behind, hitting the showers behind them. Geoff took Riley by the hand and pulled him from the tub, then he reached for Delta and did the same.
All nine men began a silent, intimate exploration of the bodies near them. Each set of three kissed, gently probed, tugged, and embraced each other as the waters rinsed the soap away. When the showers ended, a massive pile of used towels ended up in the hamper when everyone dried off. Naked, all nine men moved into the bedroom.
Ryan smiled as he crawled to the head of the bed. He turned onto his side with his legs open. He beckoned Gabe to him, wagging his dick at the massive blond. Gabe grinned and took a similar position on his side. He turned to Bravo and motioned him over, wagging his own cock at the boyishly handsome, strawberry blond giant imp. Bravo dove right in, pulling Matt behind him. Delta fell in behind Matt, suckling the young man deep. Riley came in behind Delta, doing the same. Geoff squeezed in between Riley and Ryan, taking Riley into his mouth while Ryan took his own cock deep.
It was a nine man chain, and the room was filled with moans and wet sounds throughout the night.
The room was musty. The air was thick with sweat, the scent of men rutting, cum in the sheets, on skin. Even with the controlled ventilation, it was obvious that nine men spent a good few hours in the throes of pleasuring each other. Gabe’s inhibitions about sex with men, conscious or subconscious, had gone out the window. He opened an eye to find Geoff asleep—his head rested in the crook of Gabe’s arm. Gabe’s hand was linked with Geoff’s over the sleeping man’s chest.
A stirring at his thigh caught Gabe’s attention. Matt was asleep there with his head on Gabe’s thigh, with his other leg resting on Matt’s chest. Gabe laughed in his head—Matt was hugging the thigh on his chest. Tucked into his other side was a lump of strawberry blond hair. A strong arm stretched across Gabe’s torso, and a soft snore came from the man’s body. Bravo slept contently curled against Gabe.
A light snickering behind Gabe’s head had him turn his head. He found Ryan resting on his side against the headboard. Ryan ran his fingers through Gabe’s hair.
“Welcome to the family, Gabe,” Ryan said softly. “I think you’ll do fine here.”
Gabe smiled and relaxed into Ryan’s touch.
“I never thought…” The Colonel struggled with his words. “I never thought I could feel so…Satisfied, so complete.” Gabe stroked fingers through Bravo’s hair, earning him a gentle snuffle from the sleeping giant.
“It’s a strange feeling,” Delta said. His voice matched Ryan’s near whisper. He ran his long fingers through Riley’s hair, who was asleep between Geoff’s legs, face down on his lower abdomen. Everyone was framed by Alpha and Charlie—who, even while sleeping, managed to look like they were on guard and ready to go at the drop of a hat.
“I have flashes of a girlfriend,” Delta continued. “Talk about marriage. We were only nineteen, the both of us. I got through basic, through the crucible—through Raider training. We were always in touch. Whenever I had leave, I’d spend it with her, no matter how long or little I had. But when my life was erased , I felt lost. I was lost.
“Ryan rescued us, gave us our sense of selves back. But we could never return to the lives we lived. Not without hurting a lot of people. Not without making others suffer. With his resources, his understanding, he turned this… conditioning into a positive. If we’d have kept resisting, we would have ended up as mindless drones.
“Embracing this aspect—pleasuring others, became a healing thing. We weren’t fighting alone. We had each other to lean on, to draw from. We had each other to love. And it was so much more than what I would have had with Abigail. It may not be the same thing, but this,” Delta waved his hand over the other men, now awake and listening, “this is the best of a situation that could have gone really, really bad.”
Ryan looked affectionately on his second oldest Prime. “Thank you, baby,” Ryan said. “I wish I had recorded that, you big ol’ softy.”
Delta buried his face against Geoff’s side. A dark blush had crept up to his smiling face. Charlie turned and spooned Delta, kissing the back of his head.
“Aww, Delta loves us,” the fiery red-head snickered against Delta’s ear. Charlie snuck a hand around to hold Delta close by the chest. Delta curled a hand around Charlie’s.
“I wouldn’t have let you inside me if I didn’t,” Delta returned. Charlie sucked Delta’s earlobe into his mouth, earning a moan from the auburn haired titan.
“I love you too, Dee,” Charlie murmured.
Bravo sat up and stretched, scratching his chest when he was done. He turned around to Gabe. “Sleep well, sir?”
Gabe nodded. “Thank you, Bee.”
Bravo leaned down, stealing a warm, wet kiss from the Colonel. “Anytime, sir. And I mean it. You can have me anytime. ”
Damn if that didn’t make Gabe hard. That, or it might have been Matt sucking his balls into his warm mouth.
“God, you guys are killin’ me,” Gabe groaned. Bravo laughed as he plunged Gabe’s thick cock into his mouth, pressing forward until his nose was buried against Gabe’s pubic mound. Gabe writhed upward, trying to push more of himself into Bravo’s mouth. He then felt two fingers in his ass—both Matt and Bravo played with his warm insides, sliding in and out, pressing against his prostate. Lost as Gabe was in the pleasure, he could have cried out when Geoff latched himself onto one of Gabe’s taut nipples. Ryan slid down and took the other one into his mouth.
Mphffuuuuuuck,” Gabe sighed as four men played his body like a fiddle. Riley slipped over and pressed his tongue into Gabe’s ear. Alpha tongued Gabe’s other ear. Charlie and Delta lifted the muscular blond’s feet to their mouths and poured on more pleasure, tonguing between the Colonel’s toes, sucking on his big toes like they’d suck on his dick’s fat helmet.
So many nerve endings were engaged in this moment. Gabe’s brain was pulled in so many different directions, and his heart squeezed hard, adrift in a sea of sensory pleasures. He felt the wetness of mouths all over his body, and the tell-tale heat of a climax ready to crash into him like a wrecking ball.
His body gave out. Every muscle from his head to his toes went taut as wire, and he cried out in pleasure as he fired bolt after hot bolt of cum. Bravo let the cum fly, and it splattered hard and wet up and down Gabe’s torso, in Ryan and Geoff’s face, dribbling off of Bravo’s hand.
Bravo gave a wicked grin. “Breakfast is served,” he said heatedly. “Today’s specialty is called, ‘cum-glazed Colonel’. Get it while it’s hot!”
All the men laughed. And anyone who wasn’t Gabe leaned in and noisily cleaned the Colonel off with their lips and their tongues. Bravo maintained his hold on Gabe’s cock, sucking on it like a lollipop. He cleaned off the cum that spilled off his hand and onto Gabe’s pubic mound. He cleaned out the wide piss slit, still healing from the now removed PA. Gabe twitched and groaned when Bravo’s tongue dipped into his tip, but his pleasure was absorbed by Riley kissing him deeply.
One by one, everyone pulled off of Gabe. He lay there, boneless and warm with a silly grin on his face. His green eyes were slightly glazed and out of focus.
Ryan laughed. “I think we broke him, men.”
Gabe nodded. “Totally busted. Fuck, you guys are amazing.” He reached up and felt the tangle of Riley’s curly hair. With his other hand, he stroked Bravo’s face. Matt slid up his body, kissing him deeply. The texture of his body hair brushed deliciously over his sensitive nipples, sending shivers up and down the Colonel’s spine.
“Alright, boys, let’s take this to the bath and get cleaned up. Otherwise, we’ll never leave the room,” Ryan said. A chorus of jokingly sad groans filled the air.
Gabe was the last one off the bed. Ryan and Geoff pulled him to his feet. Gabe kissed Geoff deeply as thanks, then he kissed Ryan with just as much devotion as he could put into the act.
The three walked in on the men in the hot tub. Jets had been activated, and soap had been dispensed into the water, creating a low-lying mountain of foam. Everyone was lathering someone else up, or they were getting lathered. When Ryan, Gabe, and Geoff came in, the men in the tub turned to them, calling them in loudly and playfully.
Soon there was a flurry of foam. Gabe felt many hands on him, sliding over his shoulders, over his chest and down his back, over the mounds of his ass, between his cheeks, massaging his well-fucked hole and his low-hanging nut sack. Gabe looked over at Geoff, and he was experiencing the same treatment. Ryan’s snickering drew the Colonel and the Captain’s attention.
Ryan was tended to by Alpha and Charlie. He smiled at his newest companions. “It seems you boys have the start of a fan club,” Ryan said. “Team Colonel and Team Captain, maybe?”
Gabe laughed as he sank into Bravo’s strong, probing fingers and Matt’s firm, massaging grip. Bravo pressed his smile against Gabe’s neck. Matt was glued to the other side of Gabe’s thick neck, built atop his well-defined trapezius muscles. He held Bravo by the head as the man chewed and sucked on his neck, shoulder, and the flesh in between. Bravo held out a tin of clear salve, scooping out a generous amount. He slathered Gabe’s nipples with it, and then he massaged the remaining salve into the glans of Gabe’s stiff and straining cock. Gabe moaned in Bravo’s touch. Across the way, Geoff had received a similar treatment on his nipples, aiding in healing the damaged flesh shut.
“Need more of you, sir,” Bravo growled. He pulled Gabe aside, forcing him to sit against the edge of the tub. He pulled Matt in as he pushed himself down on top of Gabe. Gabe groaned as his thick dick pushed into the heated tunnel of Bravo’s insides.
Ryan watched with great interest as Bravo fucked himself on Gabe’s cock. Geoff was seated outside the tub on the other side, with Riley kissing him from behind, and Delta servicing the Captain’s own prodigious member.
Gabe couldn’t tell which heat was more overwhelming—the hot tub, or the feeling of desire and climax building in him as Bravo took what he wanted. Bravo had turned Matt around and pulled the man down onto his own incredible length. The three men sighed and whimpered as Bravo fucked himself and fucked Matt in tandem. Geoff had been maneuvered onto Delta’s cock while Riley sucked the man down, rapidly bringing him to the heights of his oncoming orgasm.
Gabe turned to look at Ryan from the expanse of Bravo’s chiseled, muscular back. Ryan, Alpha, and Charlie watched with interest both of the scenes playing out in front of them. Gabe and Geoff’s men had pulled them into a show, and everyone was hot for it.
Within minutes, Bravo’s roar of pleasure ripped through the bath chamber, followed closely by Matt, who released his seed into the tub. Riley had switched with Delta, fucking Geoff while Geoff fucked Delta in the water. Delta cried out, sending jet after jet of his cum into the water, followed by Riley, who emptied into Geoff.
For their parts, Gabe and Geoff fucked their Primes hard. They came together—their voices drowned out everything as they cried out in pleasure, collapsing against the men in front of them.
Bravo held Matt close, kissing him behind the ears. He was lost in a haze of post-climactic pleasure. “So good,” Bravo murmured. “So good.” He squirmed against Gabe, squeezing every last bit of the Colonel’s release from him as Matt did the same to him.
“Take your time, boys,” Ryan said without sarcasm. “Thank you for letting me watch you.”
“I love you, sir,” Bravo sighed. “I hope you enjoyed that.”
“Me too,” Matt said. He pulled off of Bravo and turned to him, kissing him deeply. Bravo pulled off of Gabe and sat next to him. He pulled Matt between them, and the young twin alternated kissing the two men. Bravo opened the tin of salve again, massaging a new dollop into the skin of Gabe’s sensitive helmet. Gabe gasped and twitched as Bravo watched his reactions. The Colonel’s sensitivity drove the giant crazy.
On the other side, the three men shared a kiss, blissfully unaware of the world around them. They were joined at the mouth, with a hand on each other’s manhoods.
“Alpha,” Ryan said. “If we do group the Colonel and the Captain with everyone else, make sure we put them together, with the twins. For the experience those two are going to give us, I want them happy the whole time through.”
“You know Bee will want to go where the Colonel goes,” Alpha replied. “I don’t know how that happened.”
“You know I won’t deny him, Al. I wouldn’t deny you. No one in the colony is ever at a want for company.” Ryan smiled as the six men in front of him began pulling away, cleaning each other off in earnest.
“What about you, sir?” Charlie asked. “Do you want them to sleep in the colony proper?”
Ryan didn’t answer for a while. “Let’s see how things work out,” he said. “I’ll keep them as long as they want to stay.”
Ryan stepped out and activated the showers. “Let’s rinse off and dress up, loves. I have more to show you today.”
The next part of the journey took the men to a room near the surface. A single, straightforward ramp sloped at a gentle grade led upward. Daylight shone ahead, bright and dazzling.
“There is a genuine concern for seasonal affective disorder for a lot of the men,” Ryan said. “To help fight that, we engineered this place. We call it the sun chamber.”
The men walked into a gigantic, oval-shaped room, hewn from the inky black rock the colony was carved into. Overhead, a framework of clear supports held a network of square panes of glass in place some fifty feet overhead. Clear staircases jutted from the cavern walls and led up both sides of ten transparent platforms. The platforms were closer to the upper rim of the cavernous chamber, therefore closer to the glass ceiling. The floor of the room was made from a firm padding, like a thick memory foam. It was a rich dark brown color. The room was filled with sunlight. Around thirty men were in the room, wearing nothing. They were all laid out—some on the platforms closer to the glass, some on the ground floor with no towels. A few of the men were huddled together in small clusters, enjoying the bodies of their nearby friends.
Gabe smiled at the sight. He heard a faint sound of water crashing on the shore. Turning to Ryan, he said, “Is that the ocean I hear?”
Ryan replied with a grin and walked deeper into the daylight. Everyone followed. While the men around them wore nothing, the group wore just black shorts, forgoing underwear. Bravo wore nothing but a devilish smile that Gabe shook his head at but laughed anyway. He was always near Gabe, so close that he could feel the man’s heat.
In this moment, Bravo crossed to put himself between the group and Gabe. He laid down on the floor and spread his limbs akimbo, sighing. He reminded Gabe of a big cat, like a tiger, laying out in sunlight.
“Enjoying yourself, baby-Bee?” Gabe asked quietly.
“I’d be enjoying it more if you were down here with me, riding me hard and wet and loud,” Bravo replied shamelessly. Gabe’s cock tented in the silky black shorts.
“Damnit, Bee,” Gabe growled. “Look what you made me do.” He indicated his stiffened billy club with a grin. Bravo smirked.
“Sorry not sorry,” Bravo said, closing his eyes with a smile. He looked satisfied with his work, scratching his fuzzy midsection idly.
“We can’t do the beach in this weather,” Ryan said. “Even in summer, the highest it’ll get is mid-forties, Fahrenheit. So I brought the beach to the men, as best I could. There’s the sounds of the ocean, the chamber is kept at eighty-five to ninety degrees, and because of the nature of daylight here, we have no actual sunsets for about five months out of the year. During the three months when we have no sun, the men tend to make more use of the geothermal caverns below.”
Gabe marveled at the architecture. The question hit him. “How do you hide this from cameras? Satellites?”
“We have holographic projection. Elaborate things like mountain ridges and such are things we can’t replicate. But because the snow level is low profile, we can project a snowfield over the window. No matter the angle, cameras and satellite imaging wouldn’t know the difference. Even people on the surface wouldn’t know it’s there unless they stepped onto it.” Ryan smiled at the overhead glass ceiling.
Gabe nodded. Another question arose. “What happens if this room is breached?”
Ryan pointed at the massive entryway leading down to the hangar area. “Ten concrete doors lower from the ceiling into the ground,” he said. “Each door is about twenty feet thick. There are also escape hatches. The doors open into slides that are big enough for a man to go down. To prevent burns from skin sliding against metal, water activates as soon as the hatch doors are opened. And the hatch doors only open when someone with a locator chip activates the escape mechanism. That’ll be our next stop.”
Loud moans came from one of the clusters, followed by chuckling. Ryan grinned.
“When we’re done with what we have to do, we can come back here,” Ryan said. “Bravo would never forgive me if I didn’t let him have at you in every room in the colony.”
Gabe laughed until he felt a hand slide up the inside of his thigh. He looked down and saw Bravo smirking, reaching under his shorts. Gabe shucked his shorts and came to his knees, straddling Bravo. The giant’s burning erection tapped at Gabe’s rear.
“What is it with you, Baby-Bee? I’m like catnip to you or something, huh?”
Bravo’s hands grasped Gabe’s tapered hips, holding him down. “Can’t seem to get enough of you, sir.”
Gabe stretched his body out over Bravo, luxuriating in the feel of the hard muscles and soft body hair beneath him. Sprawled over Bravo’s body, Gabe pinned the man’s head to face up. Looking into the man’s clear blue eyes, he plunged his tongue into Bravo’s mouth. He licked at the seam of his lips, traced his tongue around his mouth. Gabe ducked down, licking Bravo from his neck to his chin.
“I already said I’m staying, Bee. What more can I give you?” Gabe asked quietly.
Bravo ground his hips against Gabe and held him close. “Fuck, sir… I just… I want to be yours,” the man said.
“That’s… amazing,” Gabe rasped.
“And I want you to be mine,” the young Raider said. Gabe’s heart almost stopped.
“Can you share me?” Gabe asked.
“Anything, sir. Just… say I’m yours, please,” Bravo said with hushed tones. A tear rolled from his eye into the hair on his temple.
“Okay, Bee,” Gabe said. “You’re mine.”
Bravo grabbed Gabe’s face and mauled his mouth. Gabe couldn’t breathe, such was Bravo’s fervor. Gabe pulled away when Bravo’s kisses slowed. As he rose, he helped Bravo to his feet.
“Ryan,” Gabe said as he slipped on his shorts. “How do you feel about sharing this guy?” He pulled Bravo close by the hip, and Bravo rested an arm over his shoulder possessively.
Ryan replied with a warm smile. “Bravo is one of my men who is a real free spirit,” he said. “No one can really own him. But it looks and sounds like he’s giving that to you.”
“What do you mean?” Gabe asked.
“Bravo, you’ll always be loyal to me, right?” Ryan asked, leaving Gabe’s question unanswered.
“With my life, sir,” Bravo replied solemnly.
“And you know that I love you, and that you’ll always have my love, right?”
“Without a doubt, sir.”
“But your heart, baby boy… You want Gabe to own that?”
Gabe felt Bravo squeeze him close with his answer, given without hesitation. “Yes, sir. I want to belong to Gabe.”
Ryan gave a kind smile. “Then if he wants you, you belong to him.”
Gabe looked up at the man who wanted to be his . It was a peculiar thought. He knew that he wanted Geoff as a friend and as a lover, but this idea of owning this man seemed deeper than he imagined.
Bravo looked at him with hopeful eyes. An important decision was being pushed upon him. Gabe opened his mouth.
“Bravo, you belong to me.”
Bravo dipped down and kissed Gabe slowly, sweetly. That was new, coming from the giant.
Geoff looked on the unfolding scene with great interest. Bravo had always been taken with Gabe. His feelings weren’t hurt—even though the free-wheeling sex muddled everything. But while he was Gabe’s nearest and dearest friend, there were parameters Gabe would not be willing to cross—that no matter what, Gabe and Geoff would remain individual, and therein was a strength. They were friends. They could be lovers. But the implications wouldn’t go too deep, or else the balance would be disrupted.
Bravo literally asked to be an extension of Gabe, practically a possession. Damned if that wasn’t an interesting notion. Appealing, if his heart and his mind agreed. It must have been a commonality for Ryan, judging from how he dealt with it. Not exactly casual, not exactly formal either. The man applied the right touch, putting the ball in Bravo’s court, and Gabe’s hands.
“You’re overthinking it,” Delta whispered into Geoff’s ear as they watched Bravo and Gabe push their connection further. Matt came into the periphery, circling like a lost puppy until both Gabe and Bravo took one of his hands and pulled him in.
“Something on your mind, Matt?” Gabe asked. Matt ducked his head with a hint of bashfulness.
“I just met you, sir, and I know we’ve only had the one night in bed, but I… I can’t deny I’m attract—no, it’s something else. Like I’m drawn to you somehow. I hope that makes sense, sir,” Matt said, mustering his words carefully as not to stammer. Gabe pulled Matt between him and Bravo. The two men held the shorter man tight.
“I would never turn you away, Matt. You or your brother. Come to me anytime,” Gabe said. His words went straight into Matt’s ear, and he swore he could feel it in the young man’s body as a shiver. Matt held him close.
Geoff smiled. From all of the recent brutalizing pain, Gabe’s former family of uncaring parents were quickly being replaced by people who would love him as he was. And Geoff only had to reach out to know he could have the same. Delta planted a kiss to his temple and patted him gently on the rear.
“I’d ask you, but I get the feeling you need more time with this,” Delta said.
“Ask me what?” Geoff said, his eyebrows pushed together in curiosity.
“If you want to keep me,” Delta said plainly.
Geoff’s expression softened a bit, but still he asked, “What?”
Delta smiled and pulled the Captain close. “Think about it, sir. I know it will come to you,” the giant said sagely.
Ryan motioned everyone closer. “We’ll end up here later, boys. But we have some work below to take care of.” Gabe and Geoff nodded. Ryan, flanked by Alpha and Charlie, headed for the entrance to the sun chamber. Gabe, Geoff, and their individual entourages followed suit.
The next chamber they walked to was near the hospital bay and the lab run by Doc Forrest, Ray, and Sam. It was a tidy space, with yet another configuration of fiberglass benches similar to the ones in the john. Ryan ushered Gabe and Geoff through, walking in after them.
“Good morning, men,” Ryan said. The three gave Ryan a short but polite wave, still working on something in their computers. They compared notes with a rapid fire sign language exchange. Forrest picked up a tablet.
“Good morning, Colonel, Captain. Did Mr. Masdorf tell you what we do in this chamber?” Forrest’s overhead voice asked.
Gabe looked back and forth between Doc Forrest and Ryan. “Uh, no. I’m afraid not.”
Ryan cleared his throat. “I’m sorry—I meant to say. Do you remember me telling you that everyone in the colony has a tracking chip on them? These doctors came up with a solid monitoring device. It tracks location, inside and outside the colony. It monitors your heart rate and your body temperature, sending our computers a real-time view of your vitals and locations. With the tracker, you will have access to the colony’s computer network.”
“Where does it get its power from?” Geoff asked. “If it’s going inside us, it’s not like we can take off our lids and pop the sucker out.”
“It works off of the energy your body produces,” Ryan said.
“What, like in The Matrix ?” Gabe asked, slightly incredulous.
Ryan chuckled. “Yes, except the chip only requires a fraction of a single watt out of the hundred watts the average person produces at rest. Sam, could you pull up an image of the device?”
Sam nodded. With a few keystrokes, a large wall-sized flat screen powered on. Within moments, the image of the chip appeared. It looked like a band aid—a complex integrated circuit board was nestled between two wings of clear material. Within the wings, miniscule filaments connected the edge of the device to the circuit board, like the veins of a tree leaf connected to the main twig, connecting to the main branch…
The image slowly rotated on the screen. Arrows spread between points of interest and their descriptors. Within the circuit board was a component that served as a transceiver.
“A transceiver?” Gabe asked. “I get our information going out, but what information can we receive that this device could communicate?”
“When the men go out on missions, they are often separated. If they get lost or lose their coordinates, the device helps guide the troops back to the rendezvous. It creates a vibration. It can judge the direction you’re facing, and it will vibrate as long as you’re on the right path. As you get closer, the vibration gets stronger, until you’re on top of the rendezvous beacon, at which time, it pulses consistently,” Forrest typed. “If you’re out on a mission, the homing feature is activated with a frequency-tuned magnet on one of these.” The doctor raised another strip, flexible and similar in design to the tracking device. “We will also insert a homing chip on the inside of one knee, and a magnet on the other. In the event your arms are incapacitated, bump your knees together four times in a row. That will activate the homing device as well.
Both Gabe and Geoff nodded. Gabe felt it was impressive, the amount of planning that went into the system. However, because of the trade nearly every man in the colony had been an unwilling part of, the device gave the men peace of mind. Heaven forbid they should end up on another auctioning block—but if they did, Ryan would find them and rescue them with the help of two little slips of plastic.
“We’ll insert them a few inches into your left pectoral muscles,” Ray typed. His overhead voice was a little higher pitched than his compatriots. “It’ll be inserted through a small incision at the side of your chest, just beneath your armpit. When it’s placed, we’ll apply our speed-healing salve to close up the incision. We’ll place one magnet strip in each forearm. If you place your right forearm over your heart, or if you tuck your left forearm against the side of your chest, you will activate the transceiver.”
“The devices will not appear in an x-ray,” Sam added. “They are built to withstand metal detection and signal detection. And because of their flexible nature, they will not impede your muscle function.”
“Colonel, Captain, if you would go ahead and lay down on the body molds, we’ll get you two started,” Doc Forrest said. Ryan waved his hands at the two low-lying fiberglass tables. The tables were made to make the patient lie face down. It had molds for arms and legs to lay in, and the molds articulated so that the arms could be spread open, and the legs could be bent for comfort, and spread for easier access. Another point of articulation would raise the hips, as to keep the patient’s legs from dragging the rest of the body down. The patients would be held in place with soft restraints.
Gabe and Geoff laid down into the molds. The tables raised up to a level Doc Forrest and Sam could work with. Ray maneuvered a small, rolling tray with two sets of slips. In reality, the slips were no longer than an inch, and no wider than half an inch.
Ryan came to stand between the two now resting on the table. He tapped them each on a shoulder, and they turned to face him.
“All three docs are going to clean the areas they’re going to cut into. Then they’ll apply a topical anesthetic. It may feel a little uncomfortable at first, but they should be in and out before your body can feel any kind of pain at all. They will do the same for your forearms, and then the inside of your knees.” Ryan knelt down and kissed Gabe’s temple, then Geoff’s. “I’m right here. We’re right here. We won’t go anywhere. But we have to stay out of the doctors’ way, alright?”
“Yes sir,” Gabe said, followed closely by Geoff’s affirmation. Ryan straightened out and walked out of view. The two put their heads back in their respective neutral positions, facing down.
The whole process took no more than half an hour. And with the salve, there were no restrictions on their activities after another half-hour, though an hour would be preferred to avoid complications. Bravo couldn’t help but looked a little put out, but Gabe simply took him by the hand and smiled.
“Were the others, uh, chipped?” Gabe asked. Ryan nodded.
“It was one of the first things they did after joining the colony,” Ryan said. “The only one left is Captain Hanson.”
Gabe nodded. He put an arm around Bravo’s waist, and Bravo put a possessive arm over Gabe’s shoulder once more. Gabe took Matt under his other arm.
“I’m ready,” Gabe said.
“Same here,” Geoff said. He, Delta, and Riley practically mirrored Gabe and his men.
Ryan thanked the three docs, then left the room.
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