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Archive name: alans.txt
Authors name: Mike Singer (address withheld)
Story title : Alan's New Life

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Alan's New Life (forced gay)
By Mike Singer (address withheld)
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Alan woke up, his cock bigger than he'd ever seen it 
before. His sheets were wet with his teenage boy 
juices. (forced gay)

***

"Well," he thought, "that's what I get for dreaming 
about Tim."

Tim Johnson was Alan's best friend. They'd known each 
other ever since they were little kids in the first 
grade. Alan always thought about Tim being in bed with 
him, about sucking Tim's cock and feeling his body, but 
as far as Alan knew, Tim was straight. Alan didn't mind 
so much, because Tim thought Alan was straight. Alan 
always acted like a macho-man. He was afraid to let 
anyone know of his desires.

Alan got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. He 
drew the curtains back and looked out the window.

"Nice day to go to the beach," he thought to himself.

He turned on the radio and started to prepare his 
breakfast. Alan's parent's worked, so they were not 
home in the morning. The house was all to himself.  Too 
bad nothing ever happened, though.

As Alan was making breakfast, the news came on the 
radio. He listened to the news:

"Another young boy disappeared. Tim H. Johnson vanished 
without a trace. He is the 23rd boy in this apparent 
kidnapping spree whom the police believe all have been 
abducted by the same person or persons."

Alan felt his heart stop.

"All these apparent kidnappings seem to be following a 
pattern. All the missing boys are between the ages of 
16 to 23.  They all were dressed very similarly."
The reporter went on to describe how the boys were 
dressed.

They were trying not to say, "All boys were hunks," 
Alan thought.

Alan stopped what he was doing and sat down and thought 
very hard. He decided that he was going to find Tim and 
how he as going to do it. He was going to dress like 
the news said the other boys were dressed and would 
walk around town every day until he was kidnapped.

More details started to form for his plan. His third 
day proved to be the day he was looking for. He was 
grabbed and pulled into a van. His hands were pulled 
behind his back and handcuffs were placed around 
wrists. He seemed to be chained to a ring attached to 
the wall. There were three men and four boys in the 
truck; the boys were chained up. One of the men went 
over to one of the boys. The boy looked around 19.

"What's your name, kid?" asked the man.

"Steve," replied the scared boy.

"Steve, ever see how animals are branded?"

"Yes."

"SIR!" screamed the man.

"Yes, sir."

The man started taking off the boys clothes. Alan 
watched Steve very closely. Steve was a very well 
defined boy.

"I would love to suck this kid's..." thought Alan.

"Ahhhhhh," cried Steve.

The man stepped back, and on Steve's ass cheek was the 
branded words, "Property of the master."

One by one each of the boys was branded.

"From now on, you boys are the property of the master. 
The master will train you, then sell you. He will make 
you hurt. He will even deprive you of your manhood, if 
he must. For the rest of your life, you all will be 
part of our community. I hope you boys can take sexual 
torture, because that is what you all are going face 
for the rest of your life, or as long as you all still 
have cocks for us to play with," said the man.

The other two men started placing chains around their 
slaves' legs, attaching them one to the next so they 
made a train. The handcuffs were taken off and replaced 
without the ring.

One of the men grabbed Alan's cock and led him out of 
the van. He kept yanking on Alan's cock to lead him and 
the other boys to their new life.  Alan found it hard 
to walk but managed to make it. They were led into a 
house Alan had never seen before. In fact, it was the 
only house in sight.  Alan didn't even know where he 
was. None of the boys knew. The boys were led down a 
flight of stairs into a room that seemed, to Alan, more 
than a mile long. There were twelve nude boys tied to 
the walls.

"These boys are going through stage two of their 
training. Right now they are resting," one of the men 
said.

Alan felt like his cock was going to be ripped off any 
second. The man kept pulling harder and harder, and 
Alan found it harder to walk the more he pulled. They 
were led into a room with a big cage in it. There were 
23 nude boys inside. Each boy had his hands tied behind 
his back and his cock tied to a bar.

"This is your new home for now. I suggest you rest up 
with the rest of these boys, because tomorrow you start 
the training."

The boys were led into the cage and unchained. Their 
hands were still handcuffed, though. Each man grabbed a 
cock. The man holding Alan's cock, grabbed another one 
and tied both cocks to a bar. It was impossible to move 
in any direction, because it only put more strain on 
the boy's cocks. All the boys were tied to the cage, 
and the men locked it up and left. As soon as they 
left, Alan looked around.

"Alan, it's me!" said the boy next to him.

"Tim?" he paused while making sure it was him.

He looked at Tim's ass and saw that he had been branded 
too. In fact, all the teenage flesh had been burned.

"Where the hell are we?"

"I don't know. None of us do. All we know is that we 
will find out tomorrow."

Alan looked at Tim's tied cock. It seemed like four 
days later, but it had only been two hours, when their 
dicks were untied and they all were able to lie down to 
sleep.

Alan woke up to a loud voice screaming, "I am the 
master. I will train you and later sell you to other 
masters. Before I go any further, I would like to ask 
you boy's one question. Are any of you homosexuals by 
any chance?"

All the boys were quiet. Alan was afraid to say 
anything. He thought if he was going to be put in a 
cage with these people, he wasn't going to admit 
something like that. He wouldn't know what they would 
do to him. The master looked from one boy to another 
and shook his head.

"Good," he started, "because we will MAKE you gay. Now 
boys, it's time to start the training."

With that, seven men with whips came into the cage.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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