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.
It took a while for Captain Ranford to wake from his ordeal the night before. When he opened his eyes, a green-eyed blond stood over him. Not the one he’d hoped to rescue, but one who easily could have been mistaken for Gabe’s younger brother. He introduced himself as Jack, and helped Geoff sit up.
Geoff sat naked on the queen-size bed while the one called Jack told him everything. Vengeance had been had, but much to his dismay, it wasn’t by his hand. The men were as good as could be expected. There were some rifts to mend, but hopefully time would help.
They could leave whenever they wanted. In fact, there were plane tickets and a debit card loaded with cash. But there was a caveat—The five who set out to rescue Gabe couldn’t show their faces again, since they were now branded traitors by the very military they served. General Benjamin and an agent provocateur named Maxim disguised as Captain Hanson did their parts and each paid the price. The General had a bullet explode his heart, and the actual Maxim, was in a crate headed a collector’s home in Osaka, Japan. The actual Captain Hanson had been utterly mind-fucked, and his situation would not be easy to fix. This was due to the fact his genuine persona was subverted into sexual servitude, and then brainwashed to play the part of Maxim, and then the Maxim persona was subverted to be a sex slave. Jack said that they had to plan carefully with Hanson, knowing what Jack’s videos showed after the “purchase” was completed and they left with the batch of seven soldiers and the unlucky “Janos”.
By all rights, the seven men could come back, try to state their case. But the reality of it is that, as Jack suspected, the weft and warp of this particular web went deeper and higher than they could imagine. It was not likely they’d receive fairness in any trial or tribunal, and they would be put to death for treason or imprisoned for attempting to impersonate a high ranking Army official.
So staying seemed the best. Geoff realized that. He took Jack in. The blond was thick with muscles, yet he was nicely defined. Not as razor cut as Gabe, but if he wanted to work at it, Jack could definitely compete. He was wearing the “standard uniform”, which still left little to the imagination. Jack was couple inches shorter than he was, but definitely built to take a hit. A lot like Gabe.
Gabe.
He worried about his friend. His best friend. He was set up to take a horrible fall, and he failed to rescue him, instead, getting caught in the same trap.
“Can I see Gabe?” Geoff asked.
“Of course,” Jack said helpfully. “Just… Remember his conditioning was deeper than yours. He remembers you, remembers his old life, but his tastes have… changed.”
Geoff felt a tingle at that. He knew the tingle to be the programming. He couldn’t imagine a life without a cock in his ass, seeding him, breeding him deep. He was able to shake it off, but he knew he had to get some and get down soon.
With that thought, his cock gave him away.
“Yours have too, I imagine,” Jack said. “They didn’t have to fight hard to program me. I was gay when they took me, and I’m still gay now. But… We’re so sorry we couldn’t get you out in time.”
Geoff looked at Jack’s green eyes—much like Gabe’s. The blond hair was about the same color, too. The three of them put together would definitely be mistaken for brothers—though now, they were definitely brothers of a kind.
“May I kiss you?” Geoff would have slapped his hands over his mouth. The question came out of nowhere. Of all the time he spent comparing Jack to Gabe, he realized he wanted more than anything to break through and kiss his best friend. Kissing Jack would be… A test. Jack tilted his head to the side.
“You may, if you want.” Jack stood up straight, pushing away from the wall. Geoff shook his hands, as if trying to amp himself up. But he was already amped. He lunged forward and pulled Jack into his arms. His tongue plundered the other man’s flesh. Jack kissed back. Geoff felt the man’s hands graze across the muscles of his wide back, but no lower.
Geoff pulled away, kiss-drunk and slightly disoriented. Jack just stood there and smiled.
“Did that help with your conditioning?” Jack asked. Geoff shook his head. In fact, the tingle turned into a full on buzz—an itch he needed to scratch now . He broke out into a sweat and stripped off his underwear, planting his face into the mattress and waving his ass in the air. He grabbed at his ass, plunging his fingers in and moaning.
“Fuuuuuuuuck me,” Geoff said. “Jack, I can’t… I need…”
Jack said nothing as he pulled off his own underwear. He got onto the bed and lined his seven inches of thick meat up to Jack’s quivering hole and simply pushed in.
Geoff screamed into the mattress, his cries were of pleasure and pain all at once. He began twisting his hips, purposefully spearing his insides on Jack’s cock.
Jack reached down and found Geoff’s hot, hard length. The tip was wet with precome. He pulled Geoff over, getting the SEAL on his back. He gripped the red hot cock as his own plunged in and out. Using Geoff’s slick fluids, he basted the man’s dick completely, watching him squirm and moan like a whore in heat. Then Geoff kicked it up.
“Come,” Jack barked. Geoff’s body tightened as four jets of pearly white fluid sprayed across his wide, solid chest. Jack scooped up the precious fluids, slathering Geoff’s dick with more natural lubricant. He then commanded, “Come!” once more.
For the second time in so many seconds, Geoff’s body produced more jizz on demand. Jack grabbed up the second load and slathered his dick, slamming it back in. Geoff moaned and grabbed at the sheets around him when Jack demanded another load on the spot. Geoff delivered.
Jack scooped up the third load and ate it. Geoff was… Fucking delicious. Robust, slightly tangy. He knew he’d want more from the Captain before him. He pulled out of Geoff and mounted his still hard, hot to the touch dick. Running his hands over Geoff’s body, he demanded, “COME” once more, and groaned as Geoff’s seed flooded his insides.
Geoff shook his head frantically. “No more, please, I love—I want…”
Jack knew what this meant. The first instinct was always the best. He gently extricated himself from the still turgid cock he’d ridden for the past fifteen minutes.
“Geoff, may I finish off inside you?” Jack asked quietly. Geoff looked at his keeper.
“You can do anything to me,” Geoff said.
Jack slid back into the man. His body felt like home. His hands roamed the great expanse of muscle across Geoff’s torso. He avoided the nipples, now devoid of piercings. He didn’t want to cause undue pain. Eventually, he reached his climax, and his fluids shot deep and hard into the SEAL, who was preoccupied with scooping up the semen from his chest and cleaning it from his fingers with his tongue. A dreamy look settled into his eyes.
Jack smiled. “I think we should see your buddy, Geoff. Gabe’s been hoping to see you.” Geoff could only nod and smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
With that, Jack dipped his head down, and licked all the cum that remained off of Geoff’s expansive chest, his chiseled abs, his dripping wet and semen-slathered cock, and even the cum leaking out of his ass. Geoff writhed and whined with pleasure, and Jack was only too happy to play the SEAL like a fiddle.
Gabe felt his body lowered onto the center of the sumptuous bed. A body slid up next to his. Ryan. There was a dip behind Ryan, and another body slid up on the other side. It was a big, strong body. Much like his own.
Geoff.
Gabe opened his eyes and found himself staring at deep brown eyes. Those eyes spoke of relief, and of grief.
Geoff wrapped his arms around his best friend and held him close. “I’m so sorry, man. I didn’t think—”
Gabe held his friend in return and hushed him before he could finish. “We were sold out. You didn’t know. I sure as shit didn’t. But we’re alive, and we’re in a better place, right?”
Geoff nodded. He felt Gabe’s rugged hand on his face.
“I’m going to do something I never thought I’d consciously do,” Gabe said, his voice low. Geoff looked on in quiet wonder as Gabe moved his mouth over Geoff’s. The brown eyed man sighed and sank into the kiss the green eyed man gave him. That they gave each other. Geoff felt hands slide in front of him, holding Gabe close. Ryan moved in as they kissed. The bed dipped behind Geoff as another body came behind him.
Jack had moved to his side. Like Ryan did, Jack held Geoff close from behind.
Geoff’s hand slid down and felt Gabe’s nakedness. His fingers ran over the pronounced V cut the led to his best friend’s groin. Gabe moaned into the kiss as Geoff’s fingers explored his body. Geoff was surprised when he felt Ryan’s hand slide against his own, guiding him over the sensitive spots on the body of the man between them. Geoff gasped when he felt Jack’s tongue in his ear.
Gabe’s moaning turned desperate. His body temperature flared up perceptibly as the programming took place.
“Oh god,” Gabe groaned, gyrating his hips as if to fuck himself on the air.
Ryan looked across at Geoff. “Are you willing to help your friend?”
Geoff nodded.
“Geoff, fuck me,” Gabe begged. “Please, I want you in me… Gonna… Gonna die, please!”
Geoff scrambled to get between his friend’s legs. He was about to spit when he saw a curdle of cum leak out from Gabe’s ravaged hole.
“He’s had two of these flareups in the last few hours,” Ryan said. “We have to ride it out, but I seriously think they gave him so much drug his heart might explode if he doesn’t get relief.”
Geoff nodded. The idea of adding more cum to his best friend’s well would have repulsed him in another life. But now, he needed to, just as his friend needed him.
Geoff plunged forward. Jizz squished audibly as his thick piece penetrated deep into his best friend, now his lover. And he said as much.
“I love you, Gabe,” Geoff cried as he pushed into the man’s body. Gabe grabbed his face and kissed him.
“I love mmph too,” Gabe tried to say between his kisses. His hands flew to his sides as he gripped the bedsheets. “FUCK,” he cried. “Need more!”
Jack leaned in and kissed Gabe deeply. He looked over and saw Gabe was leaking precum like a sieve. Both Jack and Ryan grabbed the Colonel’s red, straining, veiny cock and slathered it with spit and precum, tasting the man and prepping his dick for a velvet slide.
Jack mounted Gabe as he had mounted Geoff earlier. Geoff’s loads trickled out slightly as he slid Gabe’s monster slab home. He groaned his pleasure as Geoff leaned in and kissed his neck from behind.
Ryan mentally flipped a coin, heads or tails. Heads, he’d fuck Gabe’s mouth. Tails, he’d fuck Geoff’s ass.
Heads won out.
Gabe’s lizard brain was in heaven. There was a dick up his ass. His dick was up hot ass. Someone’s dick was deep in his mouth. Then Ryan cried a command.
“GABE, COME.”
Gabe screamed around Ryan’s dick. The vibrations set Ryan off, and he came down the Colonel’s throat. The shots fired into Jack set him off and fired off a command over his shoulder.
“Geoff, COME.”
Geoff’s neck tensed and he screamed his pleasure through his teeth as his load burst into Gabe’s flooded channel. Cum leaked out around his cock. The lizard brain in Geoff’s head couldn’t let the fluids go to waste. He dropped to his knees and began to eat out Gabe’s warm and winking sphincter, sucking out curds of cum and swallowing them down.
Gabe grabbed his keeper’s thighs and sucked and slobbered Ryan’s warm length, combining deep throats with licks and kisses. Ryan’s dick ended up all over Gabe’s face, and Gabe’s face was coated with precum. Jack kept gyrating on Gabe’s heat, coaxing more copious fluids out of the man without Ryan demanding it.
Geoff jumped on the bed after sufficiently eating enough cum. He thrust his cum slicked dick in Jack’s face. Jack obliged, taking in the taste off all the men who had recently been inside Gabe, and Geoff’s own taste. Ryan turned his head and got in on the action, and soon Geoff shot his scum all over the faces of his keepers. He dropped to his knees and licked his emissions off their faces, dipping down to give his best friend turned lover a deep kiss coated with his own cum.
The men changed positions save for Gabe. He was truly submissive, on his back, moaning and begging. After each man deposited four loads of their seed in his mouth and in his ass, they threw off the blankets and curled around each other—Ryan at Gabe’s back, reaching across holding Geoff’s thigh. Gabe pressed against Geoff, his top leg between the SEALs, his bottom leg between Ryan’s calves. Geoff’s arm reached across his friend, touching Ryan’s shoulder, while he held Jack’s arm, which was curled around his midsection. Jack’s top leg reached between Geoff’s, touching Gabe’s leg. Gabe’s face was nestled under Geoff’s. He was full, content, and happy to be safe among his lovers.
Gabe woke to the sensation of mouths sucking his nipples. He smiled and stretched, putting his arms around whoever. Another sensation between his legs flooded his senses as someone gave his groin a tongue bath.
Under his left arm, Ryan. Under his right, Geoff. Between his legs, Jack.
He woke in bliss as his first load of the day spilled over his abs. It was copious, as always. His men cleaned off his skin like pigs clearing a trough.
They all came up and each kissed him deep with his own cum.
The lizard brain was sated. For now.
“That’s quite the wake up,” Gabe said with a smile and a stretch.
“You’re worth it,” Ryan returned. Geoff and Jack nodded in agreement.
“Ryan figures if we can take the steam off for you at least once every couple of hours, you’ll be okay,” Geoff said hopefully.
A cough redirected the four men’s attention. Charlie stood at the entryway.
“Sorry to disturb you, sir. Captain Castillo has requested to leave the island,” the trusted guard said plainly.
Ryan got to his feet, as did Gabe and Geoff. Jack rose and put an arm around Geoff’s naked waist.
“We’ll be right out. Is he at reception?” Ryan asked.
“He is, sir,” Charlie replied.
“Thank you. Go on ahead,” Ryan said. Charlie dipped his head deeply and turned. “Charlie,” Ryan said quickly. “How are Major Porter, Lieutenant Colonel Morris, and… Colonel Colfax?”
“They’re adapting, sir. I think they’re happy staying,” Charlie commented. “We’ve left Colonel Colfax sedated for a little bit,” the bright red-haired giant said, giving Ryan a discreet nod. Ryan nodded and waved Charlie away politely.
“How do you feel about Emilio leaving, Gabe? Geoff?”
Gabe was dumbstruck. Geoff was wallowing in grief and guilt.
“I asked him to join the rescue,” Geoff said tremulously.
“You guys came looking for me. It’s my fault,” Gabe said, kissing Geoff’s shoulder. Jack stroked his hand across Geoff’s back.
A silence wedged between them.
“Do you have… Clothes?” Gabe asked. Ryan nodded.
***
The reception room was spacious, painted in a soothing, honey-mustard color. The furniture consisted of four, comfortable three-seated, hunter green sofas around a large, round coffee table.
Emilio was surprised to find the men of this strange compound had civilian clothes to spare, given the eyeful of their “uniforms” he saw. It was a homosexual hoe-down—a gay man’s wet-dream come true. But knowing his own family was out there, needing him, made him reconsider. Stay with this new family? Or remain devoted to the old one?
It was an issue of who needed who more. His family could use the money. In fact, four other former SEALs who welcomed him gave him their debit cards.
He was going home with $5,000,000USD.
“Emilio,” a familiar voice called. He turned to see Geoff approaching quickly, arms spread. He allowed himself to be embraced. He was surprised when he was kissed on the lips. Geoff and Gabe were dressed in black tee shirts and black shorts, as was Jack. Ryan was fully dressed, black suit jacket and slacks, and presumably a black tee shirt. Unlike the other men, he wore black dress shoes.
“Geoff, Gabe,” Emilio said, looking his friends in the eyes. When he turned to Ryan, he dipped his head deep, avoiding eye contact. “Sir,” he murmured quietly, yet reverently.
“Emilio,” Ryan said. “I’m happy to send you wherever you want to go. I’m guessing you want to move your family out of Tijuana?”
Emilio looked up at Ryan’s chest, but not his eyes. “How did you know, sir?”
Ryan stepped forward and lifted the handsome Latino’s chin so they could see each other clearly. “When I found out that Geoff pulled a rescue team together, I had to look up everything I could on everyone involved. The info could either be used as potential blackmail by the underground or to help me bring you out of your conditioning. But as you were gay before you went int—”
“I never told anyone that,” Emilio said defensively.
“It’s okay, Emilio,” Jack said. “We have your psych evaluations. Your doctors wrote down what they suspected, as did your Catholic Chaplain. You must have made some confessions that he wanted to keep an eye on. We connected the dots.” Jack ushered Emilio to one of the sofas. He sat on the edge of one, Jack and Ryan sat near the edge of the other sofa closest to their questioning guest. Gabe and Geoff sat across from Emilio, their thighs pressed together side by side.
“When they took me,” Jack began, “their conditioning didn’t take like they thought it did. I used the time they tried to break me mentally to figure out an escape.”
“He used the handler gang’s doctor,” Ryan interjected. “More specifically, the doctor’s mobile phone. He programmed it to quietly make calls to his father’s office every ten minutes and delete the calls after. The doctor was still in possession of his phone when Jack was done. Mr. Dorfmann turned the operation over to me. I threw together an elite team from across the services, along with contacts in the UK and France. We were able to rescue the men without tipping anyone off.” Ryan kissed Jack in the side of his head and ran his fingers over Jack’s newly shaved head, winning him a smile from the young, handsome blond. He idly rubbed his hands along the inside of the blond’s thigh as Jack spoke up again.
“But they still conditioned you,” Jack said. “They conditioned you all. Gabe got the worst of it,” he indicated his new lovers. “I’d like you to consider. We,” Jack pointed between himself and Ryan, “would like you to consider. You can take that five million now,” Jack pointed at the five debit cards poking out of the envelope holding the plane tickets. He continued, “and head back to San Diego, or we can set your family up in Switzerland with a ten million dollar bank account, security and surveillance.”
Emilio stumbled over his thoughts, then his words. “Why? Why do you want me to stay?”
“They want you to stay until the conditioning wears off,” Geoff said. “It didn’t take much for you, but there’s still residual drugs in your system that make you an easy target for some hack doctor or some wanna-be dominating asshole.”
“I’m sorry, Emilio,” Gabe blurted out. “This wouldn’t have happened if hadn’t been involved.” Gabe’s eyes were downcast. Geoff wrapped his arm over Gabe’s shoulder. He pulled him and kissed his jaw.
That was… interesting. Not in a bad way, but to Emilio, next to Gabe, Geoff was the epitome of heterosexual masculinity. The conditioning must really have done a number on the truly straight men.
“Gabi ,” Emilio began, using the Spanish variant of Gabe’s nickname, “Don’t blame yourself, man. Geoff found out that fucker Benjamin sold you out. You didn’t know. We just wanted to save you…”
Emilio sighed. Everything was just so utterly fucked up. Thankfully there was money in his pocket, since he no longer had the career he once had. However…
The money and his family’s security was all he really wanted right now. If it took time for him to get better, this must be the place. Besides, there were definitely a lot of hot guys around, and there was a whole lot of fucking going on.
He shrugged internally. After all he’d been through, since he was dead to his government, he figured he could use a vacation.
When his focus returned, his eyes had settled on Jack, who gazed intently at him.
“It’s your choice, Captain,” the buzzcut blond said.
Emilio considered. Captain? He knew he was addressed as such a week ago, but due to the fog of the repurposing, he thought he’d never hear himself addressed as such again.
Emilio inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. While he came to the decision eventually, he handed the tickets and cards back promptly. Jack took them.
Ryan turned and tapped a touchscreen panel built into the wall next to the archway to the Master Quarters. “Delta? Come to the reception hall.” Within a minute, a man at least a foot taller than Emilio walked in. He was impressively formed, wearing a form fitting black tee shirt, black slacks and shoes. His hair was a rich reddish brown—an auburn that was thick on his head, and dusted evenly and heavily on his forearms.
“Delta, look up the info on Captain Castillo’s family. His aunt, two brothers and three sisters,” Ryan said as Emilio looked on, amazed. “Set them up in one of our safehouses in Zurich with a financial advisor and three bodyguards who are good at protection and surveillance. Bonus points for you if you can get a financial advisor who’s good at protection and surveillance. When we get them set up financially, we’ll help them move safely to wherever they want—and they get to see Europe on our dime,” Ryan said with a grin as he rose off the sofa and crossed the way to his faithful guard. Delta smiled back.
“Anything else, sir?”
“Just make sure they’re well cared for,” Ryan said. He motioned for Delta to bend down and gave the towering man a wet kiss on the cheek and stroked his chest. The other men could see Delta’s reaction was quick and hard. “And tonight, come sleep with us, got it?” Ryan whispered.
Delta gulped and nodded. The seven foot tall, auburn-haired Marine Raider blushed and darted off.
Emilio watched the exchange with curiosity. What it must be like to live so freely! It messed with his ideals about finding the right guy, but he was young enough to still have fun…
“Charlie,” Ryan called. Another seven foot tall guard appeared. While Delta was dressed in full like Ryan minus the black office coat, Charlie was wearing only the standard black briefs. His bright red hair was cropped into a neat flattop, and his chest, arms, and legs were sufficiently coated in that same bright red hair. A happy trail of flaming red dipped down into the briefs he wore. For a redhead, he sported an even, light, healthy tan, with freckles lightly dotting his shoulders and the bridge of his nose. “Let’s set Emilio up with the main group. I think that’ll make a lot of people happy.”
Charlie stepped over to Emilio as the Latino Captain rose to his feet. When Charlie neared, he mused it was a rare moment when he had to look up for once to speak to someone. “Let’s head back to the main bay, hermano . We’ll get you into uniform and back on the road in no time.” Charlie’s un-accented Spanish surprised and amused Emilio. The man caressed Emilio’s cheek with a long, thick finger. The SEAL could have purred. Charlie picked up the small gym bag with extra clothes and toiletries and led him down a brightly lit corridor.
Jack turned to Ryan and spoke low so only those in the immediate area could hear. “I think Charlie’s found a new chew toy,” he said snickering. Jack disappeared down the hall leading to the master’s quarters as Gabe and Geoff shared a laugh. Ryan smiled.
“Hey, Ryan?” Geoff asked. Ryan gave him his attention. “Alpha and Bravo—are they redheads, too?
Ryan chuckled. “When their handlers picked them up, they were looking specifically for those four Marines because of their common connection. Alpha is a dark red. Almost maroon, really. Bravo is the lightest—strawberry blond. Whoever their buyer was wanted them big, scary, red and hairy. They hit the jackpot.
Too bad all they got were crates full of volatile explosives,” Ryan growled. Gabe and Geoff’s eyes went wide. Jack showed up as Ryan finished his sentence.
“Ryan wishes he’d blown them up,” Jack said. “Instead we sent them dummies tagged with tracking devices, and let Interpol take care of the rest. Ryan came in and rescued the men when Interpol took care of the owners .”
“There were thirty American military troops in there, from across the services,” Ryan sighed. “Their owner,” Gabe and Geoff shuddered at the thought, “saw to it they were erased. AWOL. KIA. They had no home, so now…They do.”
“Bravo,” Ryan called. Another towering Marine strode into the room, his hair was short and thick, and true to Ryan’s word, a slight reddish blond. He was not in uniform at all. He was nude.
“Sir?” Bravo said. Ryan closed the distance between him and his cherished guardsman.
“Did I interrupt something?” Ryan said, slipping his fingers around the eleven inch, creamy pale, thick shaft topped off with a red, hooded helmet. Bravo shuddered in his keeper’s hands. The man gave Ryan a grin loaded with mischief and shook his head.
“I’m yours to command, sir,” Bravo moaned in pleasure while the older man caressed his cock slowly and deliberately. Ryan stroked up a bead of precum and sucked it right off the tip.
“So sweet,” Ryan groaned. Bravo smiled down at the man who saved his life.
“Any time, sir. Just say the word.”
Jack cleared his throat. “We can play later, Ryan,” he said with a lascivious grin. Ryan had the decency to blush.
Ryan released his guard’s flesh. “I need you to prep the john,” he said. “Page me when it’s ready.”
Bravo dipped his head deeply and strode down a different corridor than where Charlie took Emilio. The man’s swollen, stiff member practically slapped his thighs as he walked. There was a brand on his right rump—a BETA symbol. Ryan sighed.
“The john?” Gabe said.
“Part of the cleanliness routine around here,” Ryan said mysteriously. “It’s good for the men who prefer to receive frequently. However, when I realized that some handlers were administering drugs through the rectal cavity, I know I probably would have to be ready to do the same,” Ryan said calmly. As he watched Gabe’s face pale, Ryan spoke again. “We will not, Gabe, we will not hurt you. We’ll make it as gentle as possible, alright? But you have to stand firm. The same goes for you, Geoff.”
The two men who were practically twins gave each other a look and a nod.
“Let’s do it, sir.”
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