Shakey Psyche

The Operative

Chapters 9-18

Chapter Nine
Payment

"Feel better, Seth?" Powers asked after just giving me the second blowjob of my young life.

"Yes, Master," I said, smiling. I lay there trying to calm down from my euphoric high as he moved up to lie next to me.

We stayed like that for a while. It felt good. I looked down to see his dick was hard. I thought about how this was the second time he'd done this for me. Making up my mind, I rolled over to look him in the face.

"Do you want me to take care of you, Master?"

"Do you think you can?"

"I can try, Sir," I offered.

"Then go ahead and try," he said, rolling backwards to lie on his back.

I took a deep breath, gathering up my courage, and moved my hand down his body to his briefs. I slowly ran it over the cotton, feeling his manhood. It was almost as electric as my collar. The feeling was so alive; so potent.

I began lowering his briefs down to uncover what he had waiting for me. He raised up a little to let the garment slip down, but otherwise let me do the work. Once his briefs were on the floor, I turned back to his groin. And stopped. Where his nuts were supposed to be, there was only a scar.

"That's why I'm your trainer, Seth," he said, startling me out of my stare.

"Can I ask what happened, Master?"

"It happened when I was on assignment. My cover was blown and I was tortured."

"I'm sorry, Master," I said, now believing that this had to be hard, and too personal, for him to talk about with anyone.

"Don't apologize, Seth. As I said, this is why I was chosen to train you. You're going to be on one of the most dangerous assignments that we have. And this is the price you pay for a mistake. I got lazy and comfortable in my assignment and was discovered. Always keep your head about you and never get complacent or you could pay the same price I did."

"Yes, Sir," I said, still staring at the area, but not wanting to at the same time. "How did you make a mistake?"

"I slipped up and said something that only a spy would know. I told a person near me that the master of the house knew something about the government. That person ratted me out to him. They took me when I was asleep one night. I didn't see daylight for almost a year."

I knew enough not to ask what they did to him. That had to be too personal to talk about, so I let that drop. But there was something I was dying to know.

"How old were you, Master?"

"I was nineteen when they did that to me," he said nodding towards his own groin. He motioned for me to come to him and I did so without hesitation. Once I was close, he pulled me into a fierce hug and I straddled his chest. "You remember me always, and remember what could happen should you make a mistake, Seth."

I now understood what Jones meant by 'dying badly'. There really are things worse than simply dying.

"I will, Hank," I said sincerely. I pulled back and gave him a kiss. I don't know why I did it; I just did. It felt right at the time. "Thanks for being my trainer.

"And I really am sorry it happened," I told him, very sincerely.

"If my mistake can teach you and others like you not to make the same mistake, then I can live with it. Although I think my parents are disappointed."

"Really?" I asked, wiping my face of a lone tear.

"Yeah; they wanted grandkids."

We shared a laugh and another hug. To this day, I have never forgotten that lesson. And I still have my nuts to show for it.

"Do you still want me to take care of you, Master?" I asked, getting back into the part.

"Yes. And do it quickly, slave," he growled, but had a smirk.

"Yes, Sir," I answered back. "Only, how do I do it, Master?"

"I was wondering if you were going to ask that question."

With Powers's guidance, I began giving my first blowjob. It wasn't going to be my last; that much was for certain. I kissed down his body to his chest. I paid attention to each nipple. There was a little hair around each of them, but nothing that got caught in my teeth. He seemed to like my attentions there, so I worked them for as long as he liked.

Soon, I got the feeling he wanted me to move onward, so I continued down his body. There was a strip of hair running along the line down his stomach leading right to his groin. I found out later on that it's called a 'treasure trail'. I didn't neglect his navel by giving it a quick kiss and lick. When I finally got to his manhood, it was still stiff and looking right at me.

He showed me the delicacies of working a man's private area. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock a few times before running it down its length. I made several passes along the stalk before stopping to look at it. There was no way I was going to fit that whole thing in my mouth; it had to be at least eight inches [20 cm] long and fairly thick.

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, Master. What do I do now?"

"Slip it into your mouth," he coaxed.

"I thought of that, but…," I said apprehensively.

"But it's kind of big," he finished and I nodded. "Right now, you don't have to fit all of it in your mouth. Just get whatever you can. I'll show you what to do with the rest of it."

"Yes, Sir," I said, fairly relieved.

I inhaled deeply and aimed it at my mouth. When the head passed through my lips, I remember thinking that this wasn't so bad. It felt like having a soft hotdog go into my mouth. A hotdog that leaked from the tip. I continued to lower my head downward, trying to fit as much as I could into my oral cavity. I managed about three inches [7½ cm] or so before I began gagging.

"Mind the teeth, Seth," he warned.

"Yes, Master," I answered back after pulling his cock out briefly.

From there, he showed me how to suck what cock was in my mouth while working the rest of it with my hand. His hips moved in time with my jerking motion and within a few minutes we got into a steady rhythm. Every so often the tip would hit the back of my throat and I would gag for a split second, but otherwise it wasn't absolutely horrible. There was a strong, musky smell too, but I tolerated it for the duration.

After several minutes, from my own experience, I could tell he was getting close to a climax. As he got closer, his hips began picking up speed and intensity. I held on as best as I could and kept stroking his cock until his body stiffened. He threw his head back, groaning in pleasure and I knew he'd finished. What I didn't expect was the semen shooting out of his dick. The thick liquid hit the back of my throat and I choked on it. Thinking for a moment that it was urine, I spit it out.

"I should have warned you about that, Seth," he said, looking down his body at me.

"What was that, Master?" I asked. I could now see the stuff and knew it wasn't piss.

"There are several names for it, but the scientific name is semen."

He explained the purpose of it and told me the different names for the stuff.

"It tasted bad, Sir," I said, trying not to whine about it.

"It may have, Seth, but you're going to have to get used to the taste," he said, snickering briefly. "You're also going to have to get used to swallowing it."

"Swallowing it?!" He gave me a glaring look. "Sir?" I finished.

"Better," he said, seemingly satisfied. "And, yes, swallowing it."

I ran a finger through it and brought it to my nose for another sniff. I wrinkled up my nose at it and he laughed again.

"But, not today," he said. "Right now, though, let's get you back to the room with the others."

"Yes, Sir."

We cleaned up, as I had a little of his jizm on my chest, and headed back. The next day was Friday. I'd made it the whole week and placed fifth. So far, that is. I figured the next day's tests were going to be easy, and I didn't know how things were going to go with the fight, but I felt pretty confident about not spending more time in the PR than was absolutely necessary.

I was right. Due to my putting in some extra time with the studies, the test was fairly easy and I scored in the upper nineties on both of them. On the firing range, Simon and I both scored very well with the handguns; we were now using .357 Magnums. Those things took a lot of time to learn to handle. The only thing about them that I didn't like was the clumsy way they had to be reloaded. I preferred the semi-automatics.

The test scores and firing range scores put me into a tie for fourth with Philip. Mike eked out a win over James. Jeff had a bad week with his trainer and ended up being in third. Alex was dead last, with no hope of getting out of it, and Ben was right above him. As Bull was still out, last places were tenth and eleventh.

"Today's fight," Jones started off with that afternoon, "is going to be challenging. In one group are numbers one through five and the other group is six through twelve." Those of us in the first group were fairly optimistic about our chances until Jones continued. "However, because of Seth's discipline, he will have to go through this one without the use of his hands."

"Oh, great," James commented sarcastically.

"This is unfair," Leon protested.

"Get over it," Smith barked.

As the two groups separated, Jones had me walk over to him. A set of leather cuffs were locked onto my wrists and another set on my arms right above the elbows. My arms were pulled behind my back and then the cuffs were locked together. Because the bands on my elbows were linked, my chest stuck out more. I felt him attach something to my wrists, which a second later I found out was a thin leather strap, and it was pulled down and between my legs. Jones wrapped the strap tightly around my nuts.

I tested it by pulling my arms away from my back and my nuts hurt. There was no way I could use my arms for anything. I was going to be severely handicapped for this one. Basically, it was going to be four against six. As I made my way to my smaller group, I heard James talking to the others.

"I think Seth should just stay in the back," he was saying.

"That would be a mistake," I told him.

"But--," he started.

"--I know I'm handicapped, James, but we're shorthanded already. I can at least keep someone busy for a while." He looked at me skeptically for a moment. "So, who's going up against who?"

"I'm taking on Scott," Leon said. "And Alex has Remmie. James wants Jeff and Ben."

"Who made this up?" I asked incredulously.

"James did."

"Wonderful."

"You got a better idea?" James asked, slightly perturbed.

"Well, since we did beat you last week, yes, I do."

"Alright, then let's hear it."

"Okay," I said, "let them commit."

"What?!" Mike asked.

"They have the numbers, but I think that if we let them commit to whatever they're going to do, we can see it and react to it. If they don't, then that's when we do."

"So, who do you think we should take on?"

"Let me keep Simon busy. James; you get Ben and, if they go for it, Remmie or Philip. Leon; take out Jeff; he's their biggest threat. Alex, keep Scott busy until help arrives. Mike should take on which ever one James doesn't handle; Philip or Remmie."

"You sure about this?" James asked.

"We don't have time to argue about it, James." I looked him square in the eye. "Mr. Jones is about to start this."

"Fine, but you'd better be right."

We separated ourselves from each other and got lined up. This time, though, things weren't so easy to see what they were about to do. I was sure Jeff had something to do about that. I went to the far right. Leon was right beside me, ready to assist when needed.

When Jones said go, no one moved. It was almost comical; all eleven of us just standing there, ready to fight, but no one doing anything about it. Finally, James made the mistake I really, really wished he hadn't. He stepped out towards them. From then on, things didn't go exactly according to plan. Not even close. Jeff smiled and came after him. It was on.

James, being James, thought he could handle him. Even though the previous week Jeff laid him out, James wanted another shot at the kid. It went badly. Ben came in my direction. Leon tried to step in front of him to guard me a little, but he didn't have the opportunity. Remmie and Philip began making his life difficult.

"You can't take me, Seth," Ben challenged. He was goading me into attacking him. I wasn't falling for it. Being at a disadvantage already, I wasn't going to make the mistake of being even more at a disadvantage.

"Bet I can, Ben," I snapped back with. As we hurled challenges at each other, we began circling around.

While I concentrated on him, I saw what was happening to the others out of the corner of my eye. Alex was cornered by Simon, who'd discovered a newfound resolve now that Bull wasn't here for this. Leon was still struggling with Philip and Remmie, but holding his own fairly well.

"Then do something."

Scott had been taken out by Mike. But before Mike could do anything else, Jeff, having taken James out, again, jumped him.

"You first. Unless you can't beat up a guy that can't fight back."

"You're nothing more than talk, Seth," he spat at me. He knew better, but he was still trying to egg me on.

"And you're nothing but a wuss." A word I'd heard one of the older kids use the previous winter.

"Don't you mean 'wimp'?"

"No; a wuss; part wimp, part pussy," I explained.

He was about to say something back, but stopped.

"You're stalling, aren't you?"

"And it's working," I said with a smile on my face.

He didn't buy into it any longer. He rushed my middle, and I wasn't able to get my legs up in time to stop him. I hit the ground on my back. Dazed, I kicked up as hard as I could. I did make contact, but as Ben had been going through the same weight training as me, he was tougher to hurt. It didn't bother him as much as I was hoping. I got a punch across my jaw for the weakness.

Ben nailed me again with a backhand to the same place. I got turned over onto my stomach, reeling from that last swing. He punched my side and I screamed.

"Hurts, don't it?" he bellowed. Another punch to the other side, eliciting another scream from me. "Either give up, or I keep hitting you, Seth."

He hissed the last into my ear. Just as he was raising back up, I shot my head back towards him as hard as I could, connecting with his nose. As he screamed, I used the precious time to scramble out from under him. With a smooth kick, I nailed him hard in the face again, sending him flying backwards. I got up as quickly as I could, pulling slightly on the strap to my nuts, and kicked him as hard as I could right on his.

"Hurts, don't it?" I threw back at him.

I made to kick him again, but got bowled over by Philip. Leon was out, but so was Remmie. I landed on my side and tried to get out from under him as swiftly as I could, but he didn't let up. I didn't expect him to, actually. This was a fight, after all. After several more hits, I had to give up.

The others won the fight, naturally, with Jeff, Philip and Ben still in it. Officially, Ben never gave up and Jones never called it quits for him, so he was still in there. If things had gone onward, he would have been able to continue fighting.

Losing the fight gave us the demerit. Philip took fourth, sending me down to fifth for the week. Ben put a little more separation between himself and Alex in the points. Even if the results of the fight had reversed, Alex would still have been the loser for the week.

"Okay," Jones stated after lining us back up, "Seth and Alex remain here, while the rest of you head to either the cafeteria or the common area."

The others were confused because I was staying and Ben was leaving. Under threat of electricity, they left. Collins led the others out of the room as Jones turned back to us.

"By now, I believe that both of you know how long you're going to be spending in there," he said, waiting for our nods. "Alex, you'll go with your trainer and Mr. Smith into the room on the left. Seth, come with me."

We split up with Alex still questioning why I was there. Once inside the room, I looked around. It was significantly different than the last time I was here. It now resembled a medieval torture chamber.

Two chains dropped down from the ceiling. Several more chains were hanging from the walls. A pair of locks were resting close to the rings on the floor. There was a closed box next to the rings and a rubber suit was lying on top of the box. I took another of those deep breaths and walked to the center of the room.

Jones grabbed the rubber suit as Powers stood in front of me. I lifted my leg and Jones ran one of the legs of the suit up it. The same was done with its twin. When both legs were covered, Powers removed my buttplug and before I could think about how good that would feel, Jones pulled out a dildo from the box.

"Punishment position, Seth," Powers said.

"Yes, Master," I answered back.

I did as commanded, but I certainly didn't want to. None of the others had mentioned having a dildo shoved up their butts. I didn't know if it was because they didn't want to talk about it, or because it wasn't done to them. Either way, I was getting one.

Jones lined it up to my exposed anus and unceremoniously shoved it inside me. I winced and hissed at the violent intrusion to my innards. Powers had me stand back up to continue being suited up. They continued pulling the suit up and over my body. It fit tighter than a glove. The tightness of the suit kept the dildo planted inside me.

Once it was on and zipped up, only my hands, groin and head were exposed. The zipper was on the back, so a hole was in front for my hairless groin to be out. Mitts were slipped over my hands, causing them to curl up in on themselves. I tried straightening out my fingers, but it was impossible.

Leather cuffs were removed from the box. A set was put around my wrists, just above my elbows, ankles, just above my knees, and at the thighs. A belt went around my waist. A strange sort of hood was fit over my head, but pulled all the way down past my face. My collar was removed, but another one was put in its place and tightened down. This one was significantly thicker. It propped my head up to its limit where I couldn't turn my head in any direction. The hood that was just put on was pulled up through the collar, but still not put over my head completely.

The men went to the four corners of the room, and brought back chains to the middle. All four chains were attached to the new collar. Once attached, the chains were then tightened by both men pressing a button where a pulley took up the slack. I tried moving my head in any direction, but it stayed put.

My legs were then spread out to lock into the rings on the floor. They were spread out just a little wider than my shoulders. But now, they couldn't move any more than my neck could. More chains were brought over from the walls. First from the side walls. They were attached to the cuffs on my wrists, knees and thighs as well as to the belt around my waist. My arms were pulled straight out to my sides, to their limits. The next ones were from the front and back again. They were connected to the wrist, elbow, knee, and thigh cuffs. Two more were linked to the belt as well.

The buttons were pushed again, and I was stuck. In short, I was going nowhere fast. The only thing I could move now, was my head. But, not for long. Both men weaved their way through the maze of chains to get to me again. Upon arrival, Powers pulled out another dildo.

"Open your mouth," he said simply.

"Yes, Sir," I said, gulping.

Due to the collar, I had to rear back my head to open my mouth. But, once I did, he shoved the dildo inside. It wasn't very long, but thick. It was only long enough to touch the back of my throat and make it uncomfortable, but not enough to make me gag. The rubber hood was finally pulled over my entire head. The opening for it was pulled completely over to be zipped up under my chin.

I panicked, thinking that I was about to suffocate, but a second later, I felt a hand maneuver the mask around and I could breathe. A moment after, two small tubes were fit into my nose. I could breathe a lot easier, now. But, seeing, hearing, and breathing out of my mouth were out of the question. I felt something go over my ears, cutting every sound in the world completely out.

Something of a belt harness was fit around my head at the forehead, around the bottom of the jaw, and the back of the head. I could barely feel it, but they put links on the harness and afterward, I couldn't move even my head. I tried turning it in any direction; up, down, back, forward, to the left and right, but it was nothing doing.

I thought they were done. Nope. Something moved over my groin and then a warm, slick sensation engulfed my dick. The only other time I felt this was when Powers was giving me a blowjob. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that was going to happen. This was punishment, after all.

Once everything was in place, I wasn't touched again. I was left totally alone.

The tube that encased my dick began moving along its length. It wasn't painful, nor was it all pleasurable, either. It never picked up speed. I thought that eventually I would have an orgasm, but I never did. I tried in various ways to force it to make me cum, but every time I did, nothing would do it. As there was nothing I could do about it, I abandoned my attempts and just tried to busy myself with other things in my mind.

One hundred bottles of beer on the wall…, one hundred bottles of beer…, take one down; pass it around…, ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall…, I began to sing to myself. Soon, I don't know when, I even began tapping my foot to the beat of the song.

After a time, my mind began to wander. And then began to, as Simon said, play tricks on me. I wondered if they had left me there. No; impossible. Then if something had happened to the others. No; even less possible. How long have I been here? How much longer do I have to go?

Focus, Seth, focus. Right. Where was I? Oh, yeah.

Sixty-six bottles of beer on the wall…, I began again.

I made it to somewhere in the forties before I began to lose focus again. It was my stomach; I was hungry. I had only missed one meal so far, but missing this one was worse than the other as I had nothing distracting me. And I certainly didn't like the feeling. Three more weeks of this to go, too.

Don't even think about that, yet, Seth. Get back to the song. Right. Was it forty-six or forty-five? Doesn't matter; got plenty of time to add another beer to the wall.

Forty-six bottles of beer on the wall…, I started again.

I wonder what beer actually tastes like. Hope it's better than Mr. Powers's semen. Ugh! And I have to learn to swallow that stuff? I thought about it and almost began gagging with the short dildo in my mouth. Put it out of your mind, Seth. You don't want to die choking on your own vomit.

Through a great deal of effort, I refrained from vomiting on my thoughts. Even though the thought of swallowing semen didn't leave me totally, I worked to focus on other things.

Like the song. Get back to your beer bottles. Right. I think it was thirty-one. Whatever; just sing, stupid. I stopped. I was now arguing with myself. There was a new one. Thirty-one bottles of beer on the wall…

I made it all the way down to one, finally.

Now what?

One hundred bottles of beer on the wall…, I began again. Why not? What else did I have to do?

I made it through two full choruses before I lost complete interest in it. My mind began thinking about my parents. Of all the times to do so, why now?

Why not now? Good question.

I looked into my memory file and began sifting through all that I could remember about them. I was amazed that under these circumstances that I could remember more than ever before. I could even recall a smell that was one of my mother's perfumes. It smelled like flowers. I wondered if they thought about me and if they were alive if they'd be proud of me for doing what I was doing.

Tiredness set in some time later. My muscles that had been in the same place, for what had to have been hours, were getting sore. I pulled on the chains and got nowhere. I rolled my shoulders and it felt a little better, but offered no real relief. I tried shifting my fingers around in the glove, just for something else to do; no dice.

Then my backside began to become uncomfortable. I felt like I needed to shit.

I wonder if I actually did that, if they'd have me lick it up like Remmie did with the piss?

No way; too gross.

I began bearing down, but made no progress with the sizable dildo stuck up there. I pushed even harder and got some gas to be pushed out. This caused me to laugh. And I couldn't stop for a while. Punch-drunk, I believe they call it.

I had no concept of how much time had passed. It felt like forever. My mind went back to my parents, but nothing new came up. I ran through a complete third chorus of the beer song, but with significantly less enthusiasm.

Now what?

Just let your mind wander, I suppose.

I began thinking some of the craziest things. Wild animals, blue skies, space travel, television shows. Anything and everything to pass the time.

Along the lines somewhere, I began thinking I could use the chains to my advantage. I let my muscles go. The chains coming down from the ceiling that were attached to the head-harness were the only things supporting me. I felt like it was ripping my head off, so I stopped. I was back to the same thing after getting my first caning; can't go up, can't go down.

I freaked out a little bit somewhere through the night and tried everything I could to get out of the bonds. Of course it was useless, but I just couldn't take it any longer. I worked on settling myself back down.

And this is the easiest one…

Oh, shut up; you're no help.

Then something touched me. I freaked out again, trying to get away from it. It grabbed me, holding me steady. Then it hit me; the night was over.

One down, three to go…

I hoped that I wouldn't have to contend with that voice every damn week.

The first thing I did upon being free of that thing was to run around the room, feeling every part of my body. I didn't care that the dildo was still stuck up my ass, I needed to feel me. All of me.

"Are you finished, now, Seth?" Jones asked once I'd settled down.

"Yes, Sir," I said, giggling.

"Good, then I need to take that thing out of your backside, please, so hold still."

I bent over to let him at the dildo. It made a 'thwock' sound as it was eased out and the plug was reinserted. There was some stuff on it, but not too badly browned. He made me clean it off; gross. I was allowed to shower in a closed area and, after my collar was put back on my neck, rejoin the others. They were having breakfast as I walked in.

"You doing okay?" Simon asked when I sat down.

"I'm okay," I said, with a certain degree of confidence. I saw James and got a little ticked off, but held it in check.

"So, it wasn't too bad?" Mike asked, suggestively.

"It was long and boring, but okay. I'm more concerned about next week's time."

"But, why'd you have to go in there, anyway?" James asked.

I looked at him and thought about not answering. Then, I reconsidered; there'd be another time and place for that discussion.

"I have to take the place of someone going into the PR."

"Because of the fight with Bull?" Leon asked. I nodded. "For how long?"

"Three more times and they get worse as it goes, too."

"How much worse?" Alex asked, getting a little scared.

"I dunno; how bad was your second time, Simon?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Seth," he said bashfully.

"After everything that's happened, I think I'm owed an explanation. Now spill it."

"They put this big dick-thing up my butt, alright?" Simon growled at me.

"That's it?"

"Plus what they did the first week with the rubber suit and having me stand up the whole time. Why?"

"They already did that to me last night."

"Yeah, but you've already had that buttplug thing stuck up there," James suggested.

"Maybe that's why they did it this time," Alex threw in.

"But then the question remains; what about next week?"

The question hung in the air and none of us wanted to think about it; least of all me. Bull still hadn't returned from wherever he was, so the next few days had things pretty much the same as the previous week. On Monday, we got our third shot from the doctor, and by lunch that day, my dick was harder than a rock. I began wondering what was really in those shots she was giving us.

My lessons with Powers progressed from simple serving techniques to how to serve a dinner. I also continued to give him blowjobs each afternoon and by Wednesday, I was fairly used to the taste of his semen. Still didn't like it, but I was used to it. I got another caning that Wednesday for forgetting something.

As the fifth week blew through, our hair had grown back nicely. It was still fairly short, but we could now make out different colors. Mine and Alex's blond hair, along with Ben's red, were the ones that stood out the most. Remmie's blond hair had grown back more brown than blond. Leon's black curly hair was the subject of a few jokes, though.

"Hey, at least I can run through the jungles without my hair getting caught on anything," he boasted.

"So, THAT'S why blacks have curly hair; because of the jungles," I joked.

"Now you know."

Philip's black hair was also nice to see. I envied the way it made him look like Clark Kent. Jeff's Oriental black just laid there.

Also, the line that was on Jeff's neck before was back. As Friday morning was usually a morning of both anticipation and/or dread, but always filled with plenty of conversation, I let the matter pass, but made a mental note to ask later. Of course later would have to be the next day.

Scott had made a lot of significant progress with his weight. He was looking considerably slimmer. With his hair growing back also, he definitely looked more like a human and less like a bald pig. If I had to guess, I'd say that he'd lost about twenty pounds and grown about an inch or so. He was still having some problems in the school department, but at least he looked better.

That morning, Bull finally showed back up. His face still had some bruises to it, but they'd faded to some small splotches. They looked like small, purple birthmarks on his face. There was a small pink scar on his jawline, now. The whole place went quiet when he walked through the door to the cafeteria. He walked straight over to our table and stood directly in front of me.

"What do you want, Bullshit?" I asked. The whole table giggled with laughter. I wasn't amused, though. I still had three more sessions in the PR because of him.

"I'm sorry," he said, significantly more subdued.

"Sorry about what?" I knew what he was talking about, but I also knew it wasn't me he should be talking to.

"About what happened."

"You mean two weeks ago when you were forcing Simon to suck your dick?" I asked, getting a little hot that he was coming to me. "That?"

"Yeah. That."

"Then it's not me you should be apologizing to, Bullshit." The others snickered again at the reuse of my new nickname for him, but I wasn't joining in.

He turned and saw Simon sitting on the other side of James. Simon had to get a hold of his giggles as Bull walked up to him. Bull got red-faced, but it wasn't from being angry. I wondered if he was doing this because Smith told him to do it. But he did apologize at any rate.

"No problem, Bullshit," Simon answered to another round of cackling. This nickname may just stick around longer than Edweirdo.

On this Friday, Simon and I tested on .44 Magnums, while everyone else was still having problems with nine-mils. As far as how the tests went, I did okay, maintaining a sixth place for the week. Ben, Jeff, Remmie, James, and Alex were all ahead of me. Philip was one point behind me. My main concern now, was the fight that afternoon and how the teams would be divided up.

Jones spoke to us, solving that mystery very quickly.

"Today's teams are the same as last week's," he announced. There was some groaning from the right side, but it was quickly quelled. "As Edward's still recovering from his injuries, he won't be fighting. And, like last week, Seth will be without the use of his hands."

"Will you now listen to me?" I asked as I walked into the huddle after having my arms locked behind my back again. I was looking right at James.

"I don't think we have a chance no matter what we do, Seth," James admitted.

"Yeah, only because last week worked out so well," Leon chided. The rest chuckled, but I was still looking at James.

"We need you, James, but we need you with us. Please?"

"Alright," he said, resignedly.

"Now, let's go over it again and try to make it happen," I said, getting into the small meeting.

I reminded them of what I said the previous Friday afternoon. To be perfectly honest, I thought James may have had a point, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not this week, when I was in real danger of being in the PR for twenty-four hours.

We broke huddle again and separated. The other six didn't even bother to get together to talk. They were going to do the same thing they did last week. I saw it in Ben's eyes. He was coming after me. James was to my left this time, though.

The key to this plan working was Jeff being taken out. Fast! The rest of us could keep things going as long as Leon took him out as quickly as possible, we had a chance. When Jones started us up, there was no hesitation this time.

Ben came at me, but James got to him first and took him down with a quick punch to his stomach. Philip tried to do so also, but James swept his feet out from under him and I kneed him in the jaw as he was going down to the mat. I made one hard kick to Philip's side and he was begging for things to stop. I didn't bother to revel in my victory. Alex needed some help with Scott. Because the two were tangled up, Scott never saw me coming as I threw myself at the back of his knees. Unbalanced, he fell back and Alex pounded him right in the nuts with the back of his elbow. Scott gave up after that.

James had just handled Ben and turned his sole attention towards helping Leon with Jeff. He was bound and determined to get the kid. I was hoping that Leon could have taken him out by this time, but such wasn't the case. At least he had kept him busy till help arrived. I was doubly impressed to see that Mike was holding off both Simon and Remmie very well. I told Alex to go help him. He nodded and left.

Not really being able to help much, I stood back to see what was happening. If one of my teammates needed anything, then I would be there. It looked as if they were doing okay, though. Jeff was good; the kid was holding off both James and Leon very well. When the opportunity came to help, I took it. I swung my leg across to knock him down. However, he saw it coming and jumped over my leg. The move distracted him and the other two moved in to take advantage. It worked. Leon nailed the kid in the stomach and James got his jaw. The two of them were on him, punching every inch they could find until Jones called it.

Mike then nailed Remmie with a solid punch to the stomach, sending him to the mat for good. Alex had Simon in a full-nelson and the kid's face was turning blue. He didn't cry uncle until he saw that he was the last one standing.

"WE WON!" James screamed, jumping for joy.

Not only did we win, but we won without losing a single one of us. That was something to be extremely proud of. It didn't go according to plan, but we worked together and made it happen. I wished that I could have celebrated with them.

The points weren't enough to dethrone Ben and Jeff for the week, so they ended up taking first and second, respectively. And although Mike was on the winning team, he had a bad week with the studies and firing range. Plus, I heard that he'd given his trainer an attitude for something, receiving not only three demerits, but also twenty swats from the paddle. For that week, I took Scott's place in the PR.

Jones and Powers led me into the same room, while Nelson and Leon's trainer, Mr. Charles, took Mike to the other room.

"See you tomorrow, Seth," he said encouragingly.

"You too, Mike," I answered. "Don't let it mess with your mind."

"Right."

I was suited up like the previous week with a few exceptions. One, the dildo that they shoved in my butt was metal and had a cord running from it. A small hole in the back of the suit allowed the cord to hang out. Second, the set of headphones that they were now using on me were wired, with the wire going up the chain to the roof. I was guessing that the new additions weren't for my health or comfort.

Once I was in place in the same fashion as before, I felt the headphones go over my ears, blocking the outside world completely. The dildo in my mouth was already irritating. The same unknown device encased my groin and the tube went along my cock. From there, I was now alone again.

One hundred bottles of beer on the wall…, I began, but something of a shock shot through my anal muscles and jolted something inside me.

The metal dildo was alive! That thing shot out a volt of electricity. Now, I saw what was to happen in the next step. I didn't like it; not one little bit. Another one interrupted my evaluation of the first one. I grunted at the surprise of it. Each time caused my anal muscles to contract in spasms, gripping the metal shaft.

But the electricity had another effect; my dick got hard. And the machine that was on it began moving again. Unlike last time, though, it seemed to be more insistent in stroking me. It started coaxing my cock to feel what I felt when Powers was sucking it.

With both sides of my middle being stimulated simultaneously, the feelings built up to the climactic sensations as before. My whole body shook in pleasurable feelings. It felt great.

Why would they want me to be feeling good? I thought this was a punishment?

I let it go for the time being. I tried to get back to that stupid song, even with the electric volts shooting through my guts, but the machine massaging my dick wouldn't let me. It wasn't unpleasant. It was more distracting. The last time, the machine just seemed to massage, now it was trying to get me to climax again. I tried to ignore it, but the thing was insistent. My dick got hard again, whether I wanted it to or not and the machine continued. It was like I had no control over my own body.

Every so often, the dildo would shock my ass. I couldn't tell if they were exact intervals, but they continued steadily. Both devices continued stimulating both sides of me contrary to my own wishes. I came again some time later, sending waves of pleasure through my preteen body. The milking machine wasn't through, though. Not by a long shot.

Not again…, I complained as my dick began getting hard for a third time.

The intervals between my climaxes increased, but they began to change. On the third time I came, it hurt. It didn't hurt a lot, but there was a twinge of pain to it coming from my dick. The machine didn't stop. At this point, I didn't expect it to. The thing forced me to get hard again. It took longer as well, but the pain was significantly greater this time; so much so, that I screamed in frustration into the mask.

On the sixth orgasm, it was so painful, I was crying. My body was tired, exhausted, my ass and internal organs hurt and my dick was screaming for the thing to stop. This was torture. This was agony. This was suffering. It was beyond anything I could have imagined.

And this is only the second level…

OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Arguing with yourself again; that can't be good…

I said, 'SHUT THE FUCK UP'!!

My mind was being torn from my sanity, piece by piece. I cried at it.

I came a seventh time, excruciatingly. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs for that thing to stop. I was shocked, both anally and mentally, when it changed. The milking machine's rhythm changed to what it was the previous week. But if I thought the torment was over, I was wrong.

A sound began building in my ears. It started low, but soon it was a high-pitched whine shooting through my head. It reminded me of how Darth Vader tormented Chewbacca in the second movie. It would wax and wane in different pulses, but it never completely went away. Neither did the electric shock from the metal rod shoved up my butt. If time went slowly the previous week, it was crawling now.

Enough time passed and before my mind began seriously going on me, the sound waned out, but the milking machine changed back to the more serious tempo.

Oh, God, not this again…

I had another painful orgasm some time later. It seemed to take forever before I did, but it finally pushed me over the edge. The pain was agonizing. I was prepared for another round when it all stopped. The dildo was turned off and so was the sucking machine. The headphones were removed. It was over.

I'll be here next week, though, I thought.

When I was free this time, I dropped to the ground; spent. I was taken to the doctor's office for a shot and then led back to the common room. I already felt better, but still tired. My body needed rest after an experience like I'd just had.

"Wow," James exclaimed after me telling them of my night.

"I wonder why they're being rougher on you, Seth," Simon proposed.

"I think I know," James said, with a stern look. He wasn't looking at any of us; his stare went right to Bull sitting by himself in the corner.

Alex had told me that no one even looked in his direction the whole night, much less talked to him. The scorn they all felt went right to him. They weren't alone. Even those of Ben's little clique ostracized him. Jeff still seemed to want to be by himself and Scott was trying to work his way into our little group, which wasn't really happening very quickly. But no one, no one, was talking to Bull.

"Look, guys," I said, tiredly, "I'm going to catch a nap. Will one of you wake me up in a few hours, please?"

"I will," Alex offered.

I was out before I hit the cot. It seemed like merely seconds later when Alex crawled in and shook me awake. I didn't want to, but I got up. I knew that if I slept any longer, then I'd be paying for it that night. No matter how tired I was, I had to stay awake.

The day dragged on. I tried to keep busy by doing things like swimming or some television, but my body just wouldn't let me. When seven o'clock came around, I hit the showers and then bed. I was told the next morning that I slept through a terrible storm with even the power going out for a while. Typical; I always miss the good stuff.

A drastic change occurred that recovery day.

I woke up refreshed. I didn't know if it was from actually getting some sleep or the shot from the doctor, or both, but I felt infinitely better. I was the first one up and sitting down at the table. Even with the plug inside my butt, I felt better than ever. After I started on my breakfast, Jeff walked into the room. He had every single candy bar he'd won so far; thirty.

"For you," he said, laying them on the table. I was stunned beyond belief.

"What's this for?"

"For beating me on Friday," he said simply.

"Huh?"

He sat down at the table across from me.

"I've been watching you, Seth," he started.

"You watch everyone, Jeff," I said, taking a mouthful of cereal.

"But, you're the one that sees things. You're the one that I've always been worried about competing against." I had to concede to that, as the feeling was completely mutual.

"So, what's the candy bars for?"

"I've been waiting for your team to beat me. You finally did by outsmarting me. You've earned them."

I figured out that he was waiting for someone to impress him. But there was something I was dying to know.

"You can keep the candy bars if you answer something for me," I proposed.

"What…?" he asked, seriously suspicious.

"Where's the red mark on your neck coming from?" Because it was still there.

His hand flew right to his neck and he got a frightened look on his face. It took a second or two before he did anything. When he did, it was nothing more than to turn from me and get up from the table.

"Enjoy the candy bars, Seth," he said, walking towards the door.

"That's it?"

"I don't have to tell you anything, Seth," he turned and hissed at me.

"You didn't have to give me the candy bars, either, but you did," I countered.

"Well, this time, I'm not going to do anything."

"You know, you're the strangest guy I've ever met; and I grew up in an orphanage," I told him.

"But you understand me, don't you?" he asked, stopping and turning back towards me.

"Not totally," I admitted.

"We are both orphans, Seth," he said, letting his guard down for once.

"So?"

Jeff was about to answer when he heard something from the common area. Instead of continuing, he walked over to the door leading to the main workout area. With his head, he motioned for me to follow him. I ate my last bite of cereal and went over to him. When we got into the room, he didn't stop walking until he was in front of the left PR.

"I've spent too much time in one of those rooms, Jeff," I told him.

"If you want to hear this, then you'll follow me inside."

I grumbled, but followed. The room was very similar to the other one, but the second door of the room was to the left, as opposed to straight ahead like the other room. Otherwise, it was the same, with the box of goodies, chains on pulleys, and a rubber suit. The other things were all still there from the previous day's frivolities.

"Okay, so?" I prodded.

"I know you can keep things quiet, and I'm going to ask that you do that," he started. I nodded that I would. "Thank you.

"I was in an orphanage just like you. My parents were killed by a street gang in Los Angeles. After they were killed, the gang took me with them. I don't know how long I was with them, but every day they would beat me and force me to have sex with them. Sometimes they would even use electricity and other things, just to hurt me.

"At the beginning, I didn't like it, of course, but after a while…," he faded out. He seemed to gaze off into the past. As he did, his dick got hard, thinking about it.

"After a while, what?" I prompted, trying to get him back into the present.

"Oh. Right. After a while, I started to… kind of… like it."

"The sex?"

"Everything. Sometimes I even enjoyed them hitting me. My counselor at the orphanage said that it happens to people who go through that type of thing. They begin to like being hit. I did, too."

He seemed ashamed of it. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I'd never come across anything like this. What I was doing with Powers was something for my job and future assignment. But to have this done simply for the sake of the pleasure of it; I was at a loss.

"I'm sorry," I said finally, and put a hand on his shoulder.

He got angry all of a sudden.

"Don't feel sorry for me, Seth!!" he almost bellowed. I was taken aback at this turn.

"I was just saying-"

"-well, don't, because I don't want your pity. Or your sympathy!"

Again, I was at a loss at what to do. He'd turned his back on me to dry his eyes. I just waited for him to make the next move. I wasn't here to piss him off.

"Look," he said, finally, "I just hate what's happened, that's all." He turned back to look at me and had a weak smile on his face. "Do you remember what happened with Mr. Davenport the first day?"

I nodded that I did. I also remembered James seeing that Jeff's dick was hard from it.

"Well, that night, I jacked off twice from remembering the pain of it. It was like I couldn't get hard from anything else but that. When we started with our trainers, Mr. Davenport told Mr. Porter, my trainer, what happened."

"And he's been shocking you with the collar?"

"Almost every day." His dick got even harder, thinking about it. "Sometimes he uses it until I jack off and finish from it."

"Ouch," I said, remembering my own encounters with the collar.

"Yeah," he said, smiling again. "But it also feels good. It's kind of hard to explain."

I got the idea, so I tried to steer the conversation away from all of this. It didn't go as I planned, but that's happened before.

"So, how did you get to the orphanage?"

"The cops arrested one of the street guys and he told them about me. They raided the place the next day. I told them what happened. After everything was over with, they put me there, but it was almost as bad."

"How so?"

"Some of the other kids there started doing the same thing to me. They said that if I told anyone what they were doing, they'd kill me. So, I didn't say anything. Plus, I found out that I really was beginning to like it. One day, a few weeks before Agent Jones came there, they had me downstairs and they beat pretty badly. When the head of the place found out about it, the other guys said that I asked them to do it."

"Did you?"

"Yeah," he said, bashfully, with his head down. This was a side of Jeff I'd not seen so far; unsure of himself. "I did."

Okay, that conversation didn't go the way I thought it would.

"Then what?"

"Agent Jones came there and talked to the head guy. Then he talked to me and we left the place."

"So, you still like being beat?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said and then got a smirk. "But someone has to earn it, first."

Was that an invitation?

"And you think I've earned it?"

"I think so," he said with a serious look on his face.

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Follow me," he said.

The other door in this PR opened and what I saw shocked the living hell out of me. If I thought the PR looked like a medieval torture room, it looked mild in comparison to this one. All around the room, there were instruments of torture the likes I never thought possible.

"Don't tell me your trainer has been using all of these things on you?"

"Oh, no, of course not. Have you seen me with any marks?" I shook my head, no, that I hadn't. "He says that he wants to wait before getting really rough."

Really rough; pugh!

I thought about it all while I looked at the room. I just wasn't sure about what he was asking. There were things in this room that confused me. But mainly, it was me that I had my doubts about.

"Not now, okay?" I said, turning back to him.

Working with Powers on my future role in all of this was one thing, but playing around with another of my classmates was something else. I just couldn't bring myself to hurt someone like this. Well, possibly Bull, but that wouldn't have been for sexual pleasure.

"Fair enough," he said, visibly disappointed, but understanding as well.

"Besides, I can't get into anything having to do with sex right now."

"Your night was bad?"

"Horrible."

We turned and left the room. I had a better understanding of Jeff, now. Everyone was busy with either eating or talking or both when we entered the cafeteria again, so no one really thought anything was out of the ordinary. Even the candy bars were right where I'd left them.

"Care to sit with us?" I asked, looking at him with a smirk.

"Think James will let me?"

"Well, since I've shown him up twice, now, I think he'll accept you if I say so. He may be the mouthpiece, but some of the others keep looking to me for help." Jeff nodded. "Oh, and you can keep your candy bars. I know you've earned them."

"Thanks," he said with a smile and came with me as we sat down with the others. He did share them with everyone in the room that morning, though. All thirty of them were gone by the end of dinner.

James didn't put up much of a fight when he joined us, and that kind of surprised me. The group was sort of solidifying into a band. We were beginning our sixth week and we were becoming almost a family in our own right.

With Bull back amongst us, we had twelve again for the week. I wondered how that would play out on Friday's fight. Probably have to take on all eleven of them with my arms behind my back or something equally ludicrous. Bull had problems with school, as he never was all that good with it, but missing two weeks didn't help matters. He was also way behind in training in self-defense and on the firing range.

How much do you need to know to be cannon fodder, though?

Talking to myself outside of the PR had its own problems. Just what I needed; another problem.

On Monday afternoon, though, after I sucked Powers's cock to completion, he exchanged my buttplug for a larger one. It hurt when it was going in, but just like the previous one, was okay once inside. I just couldn't think about how it would feel when I had to remove it for bathroom duties. I would get used to it, but in the meantime, it was going to hurt.

Throughout that week, Powers used the new buttplug like he did the old one. He would saw it back and forth, paying particular attention to it when it was at its widest point with my anal barrier. I had to continue holding still on all-fours till he was satisfied with the results.

Classes were classes, of course, with nothing new. The only thing that changed was the firing range. While the others caught up to us, Simon and I learned how to fire and hit a target without adjusting the sites on the gun. That little trick took weeks for us to learn.

In points that week, I was safe. I placed third without any problem. I'd impressed enough people, Powers included, so I'd earned some points along the way. The fight that Friday was a non-event. It was one-on-one, with me going up against Bull, without my hands again. He won, but I put up a good fight, though. I was sure the idea was Smith's. I wasn't too concerned; I'd scored enough points that losing the fight wasn't a big deal.

Everyone left for the cafeteria, excluding Bull and myself. This was going to be his second time in there.

"Don't let it mess with your mind, Bull," I suggested.

"Right; thanks, Seth," he said with a small smile. It wasn't exactly a stab at friendship; more of a first plank in building a small bridge. He still wasn't too well liked because of all that had happened.

Jones and Powers led me into the PR without unclipping the leather cuffs. Nor did they remove the strap from the wrist cuffs leading to my nuts. When we walked in the room, I saw that all of the chains had been removed except for the chains dropping down from the ceiling and the ones in the corners. All around the room were what appeared to be nozzles.

What the…?

I was led to the middle again where the belt was wrapped around both my body and my arms behind my back. My arms were now even more secured. From there, the ankle, knee and thigh cuffs were put into place. Jones then took out two long rods and two shorter rods. The longer ones where clipped to the outside of the ankle cuffs to the belt around my waist and arms. An attachment in the middle clipped them onto the thigh cuffs. The shorter ones went on the inside and connected to the thigh cuffs. I felt like young Forrest Gump.

If I could only run, now.

Oh, shut up.

He attached another bar about thirty inches [75 cm] long to both ankle cuffs. Another one about half that size was attached to the knee cuffs. My legs were pretty much locked into place, but, just for good measure, he clipped them to the loops in the floor.

The chains were lowered from the ceiling and clipped to my sides at the belt; right where the outside bars were secured.

The electric collar was then removed and another one put in its place. The new one wasn't as bulky as the one from the last two weeks, but thicker than the one that was just removed. The chains from the corners of the room were brought over to me and clipped onto the collar.

Once everything was set, the two men left. No blindfold, no dildo in my mouth. I was about to question this, when the lights suddenly went out. Moments later, the first blast of water hit me; cold. It was colder than I'd ever felt. And it wasn't gentle. That first one hit me at chest-level with a hard, sustained stream. I had to turn my head a few times to keep the water from going up my nose. But it was the sheer force of the water that had me worried. It lasted longer than my bravado and eventually had me screaming. Then it stopped.

There was a moment's respite. Then the next barrage hit. This one was lower, battering my skin at the belly-level. It hit so hard that it seemed my internal organs were being pierced by hundreds of needles. I held on for as long as I could before I screamed again.

Another moment of rest and then the third one hit. This third one nailed my hips, groin, and butt. I screamed immediately and tried in vain to protect myself from the torrent. That one seemed to last the longest of the three before it stopped. I took in a deep breath as the water nozzles moved again. They started over at the chest and the cycle was repeated.

I don't know how long each one lasted, but each time it was long enough to cause severe pain. Something as simple as water was used to cause so much agony. That whole night I couldn't get any sleep or any real rest. The torture lasted longer than eternity. And, not that I could actually tell this, but by the time the lights turned back on, I was sobbing; begging for rest.

"Just you wait till it happens to you, James," I challenged him after he scoffed at the water torture the next morning.

"At least you're clean," Leon chuckled, eliciting a few from the others.

"Cleaner that most niggers," I threw back at him.

"Well, that was original."

"Yeah," James started back up, "but with all that yelling, we figured they were beating the shit out of you or something."

"You heard that?" I asked, surprised.

"Couldn't help it."

"Great; just great." They must have thought I was a wimp. I got up and walked off, feeling a bit ashamed of myself.

I took a nap and Alex woke me up again a few hours later. Bull was returned to us that night, but I took no delight in his haggard appearance. James did, though. I crashed early again, looking forward to finishing these four weeks of punishment the following Friday.

As it usually does when something horrible looms ahead, time sped up that week. I was looking forward to it being the end of things, but also dreading the actual event. I had no idea what was coming up, but whatever it was, I was not going to like it. My stage four punishment was probably more intense than anyone else's stage twenty or something similar.

I maintained both my composure and grades that week to put me in third place by that morning. James was actually close to the bottom, but not in any real danger of going through the PR. No, the loser for week seven was Mike. He'd caught a slight cold that Tuesday that wasn't enough to knock him out for the duration, but was enough to screw with some of his skills.

We lined up for the fight that week and I got a surprise.

"Here are the groups for today's fight. Team one; numbers two, five, eight, ten, and twelve. Team two; three, six, seven, nine, and eleven. Numbers one and four will not be joining this one for different reasons. Also, numbers five and nine, step forward."

James and Bull stepped out. Jones turned them around and bound their arms behind their backs in similar fashion that they had done to mine. One notable difference, though; a belt was used to keep their arms tight against their bodies, as opposed to having their wrists tied to their balls.

"Oh, now, this'll be fun," James commented trying to move around.

"Hit them with your mouth, James; it's big enough," I taunted.

Giggling came from both camps as they'd already been split up. Mike and I sat down on the side. Apprehensive would've been putting it mildly. I was so nervous I was shaking. Being exempt from a fight meant something terrible was probably looming.

"You okay?" Mike asked as we sat there waiting for all of this to begin.

"Not really."

"Worried about afterward?"

All I did was nod once.

With James and Bull ready and the two teams seemingly so, Jones started the action. Mike and I watched as Simon almost totally took Bull's head off with a kick. Simon continued to hit him until he screamed out that he quit. Just for good measure, he decked him again before moving on to someone else. With very little real leadership, group two found themselves hopelessly out-matched. Team one only lost James, having to fight without his hands, to the contest. The other four were a little bruised, but survived.

Mike was led away to the right hand PR, while Jones and Powers led me to the remainder.

"See you tomorrow night, Seth," he said before walking through the door.

"Yeah, maybe," I joked back, but was shaking a little.

As the three of us walked in the room, the only thing in there was a bench about eighteen inches [50 cm] wide and about three feet [90 cm] long. Beside it was the box of goodies. We took a position next to the bench.

The mitts were put on my hands first. Then, my arms were pulled back and tied as I expected. What I didn't expect was exactly how they were being tied. The wrist cuff on the left arm was locked to the elbow cuff of the right arm and vice-versa. A strap was locked around my forearms and pulled downward to go through my legs and then tightly bound to my nuts. Those nuts of mine were now getting used to being mistreated.

Jones then laid me face-down on the bench. I hissed at the pulling of the strap on my nuts, but otherwise was fine. My head and chin cleared the edge of it, while my legs were wrapped around the sides. The ankle cuffs were clipped to the loops in the floor. Another bar was clipped to the knee cuffs, running under the bench, to hold them in place, too.

My collar was removed and the collar from the previous two weeks was applied. A blindfold was then harnessed to my head so that literally everything was blotted out and was impossible to be removed. My whole head felt encased. The harness was linked down to the sides of the collar. It wasn't wide enough to blot out my hearing, so I could still hear everything going on around me.

I felt a link go to the collar. I raised my head and it moved, but the locking link kept it from going up too far. Two more locking mechanisms were attached to the elbow cuffs and then I knew they went to the side of the bench. It took zero imagination to figure that one out.

A few moments later, I heard the two of them walk away, a door open and close, and then stillness. Except for my own grunts and groans at trying to get a little comfortable before they really began torturing me, there was nothing but silence. Dead silence.

This was it?

No way; it's got to be more than this.

No high pressure water sprays. No cold water. No electric dildos. No second dildo in my mouth. No posture collar. No nothing.

Maybe they're messing with your mind.

If I had a mind left…

I snorted to myself and then just continued lying there, waiting. And waiting… The anticipation was killing me.

Okay, nothing's happening, so don't make it worse by expecting anything.

Right.

If something does happen, then deal with it. Otherwise, just lie here.

"Like I can do anything else."

Was that out loud?

I'm becoming Gollum. Won-der-ful.

I began counting the seconds. I did a little math and found out that there were 43,200 seconds in twelve hours. I wondered if I could count them all.

I had counted up to three hundred seconds when it happened. The door opened and someone came into the room. I sucked in my breath at the impending doom. Was it going to be water? Needles?

"Who's there?" I asked the person.

No answer was given but pain. The whistle and familiar strike of a cane awoke the pain sensors in my backside. I hissed, but the caning continued. The tenth strike was significantly harsher, eliciting a yelp from me. Remembering that my fellow classmates had heard last week's 'fun', I worked on keeping my voice down. I was determined to show them that I wasn't weak.

I heard the cane being set down somewhere and then a zipper. Footprints walked over to stand in front of me.

My head was jerked up by the harness encasing it and I felt a cock at my lips. I'd opened my mouth when the person yanked, but closed it at the touch. An explosion on the side of my head, followed by the echo of skin on skin slap, told me to do otherwise. I didn't. Another slap. Still nothing. A slap on the other side and I opened my mouth.

The cock was not Powers's. I knew his, and this one was smaller and shorter. It was still long enough to get to the back of my throat and gag me, though. To this person's credit, he backed off. He tried to get it down there again, but with the same results. Several more attempts were made by this man, with nothing changing. He was patient. I felt his other hand along the length of his shaft begin to stroke it while the head was past my lips.

His pace soon quickened and he came in my mouth. His fingers scooped up whatever dribbled out and I was forced to swallow it all. A zip later, and he was walking away. The door opened and closed again. I was left with the taste of cum on my tongue and a sore bottom and cheeks. And more quiet. The resounding quiet.

Well, that was fun…

Oh, shut up.

To keep the little annoying voice out of my head, I began counting the seconds again. My total count went past thirty-six hundred before the door opened again. My count was interrupted.

Here we go again.

Couldn't argue with that one. Ten more sharp strikes with the cane. I couldn't feel it at the time, but I knew there had to be several dark red lines back there. I hissed through them, but no loud yells. No weakness this week.

Footfalls and a zipper sound later, told me to open my mouth. I didn't bother arguing with this silent request. This one's cock was longer than the last man's. It wasn't thicker, but it was longer. He hit the back of my throat, gagging me again. But this one was insistent. He held my head to him and continued pushing.

I bit down at the uncomfortable feeling of having a man's cock being coerced down my throat. He growled and slapped my head hard. I dropped my jaw again. He let up a little, but then was back, pressing his cock more tenaciously into my gullet. I squirmed even more so as the cock continued to attempt to get past my resistance. Then, without warning, the head slipped through and past the gag reflex.

I didn't like it. The feeling of having a man's thick cock down my throat was severely uncomfortable. My eight year old throat just couldn't handle it. It felt like the fibers were being battered from the inside out.

Once he'd fully buried his cock into my oral cavity, I found that I couldn't breathe. I jerked at the uncomfortable feelings of oxygen deprivation. I was getting close to running out of air and then he pulled out far enough for me to suck in some air. Again, he buried my nose in his pubic hair as the invader reinserted itself. Back and forth he went, picking up speed along the way.

With finality, he came, sending his whole load down my esophagus. He left it there as the round piece of meat began to weaken from use. When he finally pulled all the way out, he left a slight trail of semen along the path and on my lips.

Another zip later, he turned and left without anything to say.

I spit out whatever was in my mouth. His tasted even worse that Powers's cum.

Didn't know that was possible.

Piss off.

Sure thing, Gollum.

After a few more minutes of spitting the taste out of my mouth, unsuccessfully, I began counting again. It was more difficult with a sore throat and significantly sorer backside, but I forced myself to do it. As I reached about thirty-two hundred counts, the door opened yet again.

Ding! Ding! Round three!

You're beginning to annoy me…

However annoying that little voice was becoming, it was right. I took ten more hits from the cane, with the last two eliciting yelps of pain. I wondered how things were looking back there right about then. Probably like ground beef.

Just like the previous two, this one also walked up for his complementary blowjob. Initial thoughts put his size at about the last one's. But was thicker; way thicker. How I was going to get this thing down my throat, I had no idea. He wasn't deterred, though. After snapping my head back with such ferocity that it popped, he crammed his cock inside. I had notable problems with swallowing his pole.

This one was a rape; plain and simple. He wasn't gentle, or patient. He wanted a warm mouth to fuck; nothing more. I was it. Time over time, he spent forcing my throat to accommodate his engorged cock. There was no respite. No break. No time-out. Just a hard throat-fuck. I tried turning different ways to make it easier on myself, but there was no easier way. I was stuck and had to take it however he was giving it.

With no warning whatsoever, he came down my throat, sending his seed into my belly. When done, he yanked it out, zipped up, and left me alone in the room again. But this time, I was crying. I spent the next several minutes doing nothing but that. I felt used, beaten, and worthless. No redeeming quality at all.

That's not true, you know.

Yeah, right.

The voice didn't answer back. I let it go. I just hung there in my pain and discomfort. And solitude.

The time passed too quickly before the next man walked into the room for his turn. My butt was subjected to ten extremely harsh whips with the cane. I yelped on the first one, yelled on the second, and screamed on the third. And the rest extracted the same volume of shrieking from me. On the tenth one, I collapsed, my head falling forward. He, of course, wasn't finished with me, yet.

My head was jerked up again, and another cock was forced down my throat. I gave up gauging the sizes, now. I just took it. No arguments, no fuss; just get it over with. He wasn't as brutal as the previous one, but made sure I swallowed his whole cock with every thrust. It was finally over with him sending his jizm into me as well.

As he left the room, and me to my own thoughts, I did an inventory of my injuries. My whole ass was on fire from forty strikes of a cane. My throat was sore, but if I were to give it a rating, it wouldn't have come any where near as close as my backside. My arms ached from being in the same position for so long. Legs were sore from the same problem. But also, my nose hurt from so many groins nailing it while fucking my throat.

Clank! The door opened, interrupting my thoughts again. I began screaming from the cane on the fifth one. Every hit hurt. There had to be blood back there by now. It almost made me sick to think about that. My nice, smooth butt now bleeding from a sadistic caning. Another blowjob later, and he too left the room.

When the sixth man walked in the room, I groaned, knowing I was in for it. My throat was even more raw from screaming, but the cocks that tore into it didn't help, either. I was begging for him to stop after only three strikes. He didn't stop, of course, but that didn't stop me from pleading with him, either. This one did the same as the others; fucked my throat afterward.

When he was done with me, I figured he'd leave the room, but he didn't. That was unexpected. But, I wished that he had. He put some kind of cream on my buttcheeks and legs; everywhere the cane had connected. At first, it was kind of soothing, pleasant. I cooed at the relief it brought.

"Thank you for that," I said as I heard him walking away.

"Humph."

That was rude.

I agree--wait.

"What the fuck?" It was the first time I'd said it like that, but it certainly fit the situation.

The cream that he'd applied began to sting. The stinging changed into hurting. The hurting changed into agony.

"OH! GOD! WAIT! COME BACK! This hurts! Make it stop! AGH!" I screamed as loud as I could.

My dignity was gone. I didn't care what the others were thinking at that time. I was hurting and it was getting worse by the second. Whatever this cream was, it set every nerve on end. Everywhere it had been rubbed into and where the cane had struck was pure anguish.

For eternity upon eternity, I screamed, begged, pleaded, and howled for this to be over, but it all fell on deaf ears. No one came to my rescue. The next sound I heard was the next man walking in the room. I begged him to stop the pain of the cream, but all he did was line up next to me for ten more excruciating swipes with the cane.

I got through his oral rape of my throat, but barely. The whole time I felt like I was going to die from an overload of everything. Now, not only were different areas of my body going through a hellatious amount of pain, but my stomach was feeling bloated from all the semen that had been dumped into it.

Ten more swats from the cane and one more blowjob later, and I was vomiting up everything in my belly. The smell was even more nauseating. I vomited again. I just couldn't handle another one. But one more did come. Thankfully, this one mopped up what I threw up and then left me as alone as ever, but feeling even more shame about my situation. But then another was there. And yet another.

Just get through this. You can make it.

The man that came in after that one, number eleven, delivered the now standard ten hits with cane. When he moved in front to take his turn with my mouth, his cock felt different, somehow. As I dutifully swallowed it, and had my nose in his crotch, even his pubic hair felt different. They were curly; like a hook-latch carpet. The revelation would have to wait till later. Without little resistance to slow him down, he began fucking my throat as the others had done.

Once finished, he walked out without a word as well. I was left with only thoughts, but this time it was an advantage. I thought about all that had happened. Eleven men. Pretty much the same intervals between them. These weren't random men; they were the trainers.

That has to be it.

Then that means that Powers is next.

Of course.

When the door opened again and I heard the footfalls again, I smiled to myself.

"Hello, Master," I said, tiredly. I heard a dark chuckle.

"How long did it take you to figure this out, Seth?"

"Mr. Charles, Sir," I answered truthfully.

"Well done, then. And for your reward…," he trailed off. His footfalls went to my side.

I gritted my teeth in expectation of the worst. Then, a tap. Another. Eight more taps. The whole time my butt was clenched, ready for a hard snap of the cane, but it never came. The ankle and knee cuffs were released. I groaned at the new sensation. The other cuffs were removed as well.

He picked me up from the bench and I collapsed down to my knees and then all-fours almost immediately upon standing to my feet. I felt his hand on my back, and his pants move as he knelt down beside me, but he made no threats to have me stand back up. I took in as much refreshing, free air as I could. Once I thought that I'd gained enough strength back, I reached toward him and felt his cock through the fabric of his pants. He wasn't hard, but he was firming up.

"One last one, Master? Is that why you're here?" I asked respectfully.

"Yes."

I nodded. My hand slid down as he sat back onto the floor. I moved towards him again, putting myself between his legs. Still sore, but determined, I maneuvered his pants down his legs to rest at his ankles. They didn't need to be totally removed for this. I didn't need my sight to know where his cock was located. I used my hands to carefully massage it to its full strength.

Having achieved this, I licked the stalk, like I know he enjoys, and put my lips to the tip. With over a month's training of sucking him off, I knew how he liked it and began engulfing it totally. This time, there was no hesitation; no gagging; no stopping. The whole thing was swallowed up by my abused throat.

It hurt going down, but after all that I'd been through that night, I wasn't about to fail this final test. I got the feeling that when Powers was done, it was over. I knew it, but had to go slow. He liked it slow and easy; reverent. As it was the longest of all of them, Mr. Charles included, it reached farther down my craw than any of the others. When my nose was once again embedded into his pubes, I felt like he had touched my stomach with that thing of his.

I worked him better than I'd ever worked him before. My whole oral cavity and beyond were at his disposal and usage. I took ages with this, making sure he enjoyed every minute of it. After the previous night, I knew that I was intended to be a slaveboy; to be used at a master's discretion. My feelings and comfort matter to no one; probably not even to me. That was to be my job from now on.

No matter how much semen I'd swallowed before, I was determined to take every drop he was going to give me. A little bit slipped out of the corner of my mouth, but I captured it with my finger and licked it off.

When he was done, I sat back. Not on my butt, though. I was in a sort of adjusted kneeling position, with my butt hovering between my spread legs. My hands were flat on the floor between my thighs. I was now waiting for my master to speak.

"You want to see, Seth?"

"Only if you wish it, Master," I answered. And I meant it.

"Follow me," Powers told me.

"Yes, Master," I answered back.

He stood and pulled up his pants. I followed suit. I heard him turn and walk away from me.

"Master?" I asked, wondering what to do.

"Follow me, Seth; there's nothing blocking your path."

"Yes, Sir," I answered. I turned towards him and threw out my hands like a blind person.

"Hands behind your back, Seth," he said simply.

"Yes, Master," I responded and obeyed.

The door was opened and I walked towards the sound. Then his footsteps changed sound; he was in the corridor. I walked to him and stopped when I thought I was close enough without bumping into him. He started walking again and I followed again, but my shoulder hit the doorframe. I bounced off it, but kept my legs under me; barely.

We walked down the hall towards the office areas. He went through another door and turned right. We were headed for the doctor's office. I could tell from the route, even without my eyes. I heard Powers knock on the door and a female voice beckoned us to enter.

I wondered what time of the night it was and if she ever slept.

"You must be in love with me, Seth," she said.

I had my head bowed at the time, and said nothing.

"Seth?" Powers asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," I answered.

"Take him to the table, Hank," she said plainly.

"I can find it, Ma'am," I said, raising my head a little.

A pregnant silence filled the small space.

"Alright, then; go on," she said. I could tell there was some amusement to her voice.

Keeping my hands behind my back, minding my caning wounds, I used my feet to guide me towards the table. I remembered it being to the left upon initial entry to the office. A few minutes later, I felt something with my left foot. It turned out to be the small metal footstool used for stepping up onto the table.

"Very impressive," she said when I stopped.

"Agreed," I heard from Powers.

"Up on the table, Seth," she said, not paying any attention to whether or not I answered her praise.

Using my hands to find the corners of the table, I climbed up and lay down on my stomach. It was a painful maneuver, but I did it without complaint. I heard two sets of feet come over to stand at the foot of the table. It was then that I noticed that the doctor had made no comment or exclamation concerning the canning marks; there had to be more than enough of them to see what had happened. Then I remembered her boy and her treatment of him.

She's used to this type of thing, I said to myself, but got no answer back.

"Hold his legs, Hank," she said, and that was the last thing I really wanted to hear. Then I heard her coming closer to me.

"Seth," she began, "there are two handles attached to the side of the table. Grab on to them."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said and reached over the edge. I misjudged the first time, but got them the second time. They were very close to the head of the table. They felt like handlebars to a bicycle.

"Lift your head and open your mouth, please," she commanded.

Again, I did as I was told and something hard was pushed into my mouth. It wasn't hard like metal or wood; more like hard rubber. It was like a ball of some sort. Then some straps from this thing were wrapped around my head and buckled in the back. I couldn't utter a word.

Why all this? Again, with no answer.

I felt a set of hands grab my ankles and hold them down to the table. Then some cream was put on my wounds. But, unlike the cream added in the PR, this one began burning the instant it touched my skin. I tensed up my muscles at the pain of it and bit down on the ball, but forced myself not to scream.

She applied lavish amounts to my wounded backside, turning the whole area into a cornucopia of screaming flesh. I held on to the handles, gritting through the worst of it, but if it didn't ease up, I was going to go out of my mind. When she was finished applying the salve, she backed away, leaving me to deal with the pain of it all.

Powers was there, continuing to hold on to my ankles, but I didn't need it. Several minutes passed and the pain began to lighten up. Soon, it was nothing more than an area of aching tissue. Once it eased up, I heard the doctor walk back over to me. A second later, a stinging pain in my arm and then liquid being pushed into the muscle.

"Good night, Seth," was the last thing I heard from her.

I woke with the sun in my eyes, blinding me. I growled and pulled the pillow over my face, blocking out everything. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I shook it off, but the person tapping seemed insistent. As I raised the pillow, I looked into the blue eyes of the doctor's boy. He had a smile on his face, but I was so surprised by his closeness that I jerked backward. It was then that I fully realized where I was.

I'd been lying on my side, due to my butt and legs still healing up. I stretched out my slim frame, but turned on my back. My wounded skin stung, but the pain wasn't unreasonable. However, I turned back to look at the bald boy. He had a tray with a bowl of soup with crackers and a drink.

"For me?" Okay, dumb question, but he nodded all the same.

Achingly, I turned back over to rest on my back. After setting a small stand across my lap, he set the tray of food there.

"Thank you," I said, smiling back. He nodded back to me, and remained silent. "Can you talk?" I asked, and he nodded, but still remained silent. Then it hit me. "You're not supposed to talk, right?"

Smiling, he shook his head, no.

"You're a slave?" He got a curious look on his face, like he didn't understand the question or the word.

"He's a boy, Seth," the doctor said, walking into the room.

The boy simply moved away from me to stand by the desk.

"I'm sorry, doctor, I didn't mean to get him into trouble. I was just curious."

"Don't worry, Seth, he won't be punished. I sent him in here to check on you. He didn't do anything wrong. If he'd spoken, then he would have, but as he didn't, there's no harm done."

I smiled at the boy. I was glad he wasn't going to get into trouble because of me. He seemed relieved as well.

"How do you feel, Seth?" the doctor asked as she looked me over.

"I'm okay, Ma'am, just a little sore," I answered truthfully.

"Well, I'm not surprised; you've had quite an interesting time of it, the past few days," she commented with a smile.

"Few days?"

"Today's Sunday, Seth," she said, nonplussed. "I've kept you sedated to get you over the worst of the pain.

"Oh, great," I said.

"Well, don't worry too much. You'll be spending the next few days here until I think you can handle your training a little better."

"Can't I go back now? I don't want to get behind in my studies."

Where'd THAT come from?

"I'll get the things you need for your studies in here. Right now, though, you need your rest."

"I feel fine, though," I said, trying to sound convincing.

"I'm sure you do, but you're still staying here."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. I wasn't disappointed or anxious. I was just thinking of the boredom of the next few days. I was used to having eleven other guys around me at all times. Now, I had absolutely no one to talk to. Then an idea came to me.

"Would it be alright if 'he' stayed with me and talked to me?" I asked, nodding towards her boy.

"Him?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She scrutinized the two of us for a moment and then answered.

"I suppose so." She turned towards the boy. "Alright, you may stay with Seth and keep him company. You may even talk. But, if I need you, you are to come to me immediately. Understand?"

He nodded. He had a look on his face that showed his glee at the whole idea. It was as if she'd given him a plate full of cookies. She turned on her heel and left the room. As I watched her leave, I pushed the plate of food away from me. I was more interested in the boy than eating. Another shocker.

"You'd better eat, Seth," he said. It almost shocked me out of my skin. He had the most beautiful, sing-song voice I'd ever heard. With that short sentence, I half-expected butterflies to appear in the room.

"What's wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. I shook my head to shake the cobwebs out of it.

"Oh, um, nothing. It's just you have a really nice voice. You should use it more often."

He got a bashful look on his face, but answered all the same.

"Miss doesn't like it. She says that boys are to-"

"-be seen and not heard," I said, interrupting him. We both giggled a little at that. "My master's been drilling that into my head almost every day."

"Agent Powers?"

"Yeah." I took a deep breath and then asked the one question that'd been burning through my mind since I first met him. "How'd you get here? I mean with the doctor."

"Eat, and I'll tell you," he suggested.

"Deal," I said and pulled the tray back to me.

"Well," he said, moving towards the bed, "Miss is really my aunt. She and my mom were sisters. And when my mom got pregnant, she had nowhere else to go but with Miss. When I was five or so, my mom got sick with cancer and died about a year later. Miss promised her that she would take care of me.

"And, ever since then, she has."

"What about your dad?" I asked between slurps of soup.

"My mom never told me about him, and I don't think Miss knows who he is. I don't think she likes men very much."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, she always says that boys aren't good for anything and men are worth even less."

"Is that why your 'thing' is so small?" I asked, nodding towards his half-incher [13 mm].

"I guess so," he said, shrugging. He didn't seem embarrassed about it. I guessed that to him, it was just the way things were. "Miss says that any boy that's hers doesn't get one."

"Wow," I commented, but didn't really mean to. "Does it bother you that it's so small?"

"Not really," he said, shrugging. "I just can't stand up when I pee."

We shared a giggle at that suggestion.

"She gives you shots, too?"

"Every other week," he said, nodding. "I know they're for doing that. And for my hair."

"So she doesn't shave it off?" I asked, remembering my own experience with the clippers.

"No, it never grows in, thanks to the shots. Miss says that she shouldn't have to spend the time and trouble to remove the hair."

"Do you miss it?" I asked, absentmindedly running my hand through my hair; now that it was back. I had just about two month's growth; it felt great, too. The blond waviness was about an inch [2½ cm] long, now.

"My hair or my thing?"

"Both." I said, snickering.

"I guess I miss both, but Miss does take care of me pretty well, so I can't complain about it."

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course, but Miss never uses it. It's Lucius."

I thought that was a wonderful name, but I kept that thought to myself. I finished my meal and he took the tray away. He said that he would be right back, but it took some time before he was. It gave me time to think about all he'd said. I guess I was lucky in that I knew my parents and could remember both of their faces. And in that I still had my dick.

"Can I do something, Seth?"

"You can do anything you want, Lucius," I said, using his name for the first time.

"Can I measure your thing real quick?" Now that was a new one.

"Huh?"

"Yeah," he said and seemed bashful about it.

"Um, sure, I guess," I said, shrugging. Half the people in the world have a dick, I supposed that it would be okay for him to do something that harmless to mine. I was curious as to his reasons, though.

After getting a ruler, he came back over to me. I lowered down the covers to the bed and he lined up the ruler beside my boyhood. With his free hand, he pulled out the small piece of meat along the ruler.

"Three and a quarter inches [8¼ cm]," he declared. "About a half-inch [1¼ cm] growth in two months."

"Is that normal?" I asked, suddenly concerned.

"For this place, nothing's normal."

"Yeah, well, that's true," I agreed, thinking about all that I'd been through. "I was referring to my dick, though."

He snorted at the nickname for the body part.

"For the vitamins that Miss is injecting in you, yes, that's fairly normal."

"Just what is it?"

"I don't know the real name for it, but it's something to help you heal a little faster, and increase growth in your thing."

"Why's she doing that to me and that to you?" He knew what I meant.

"You're not her boy, I am. You're government property. And the government wants you to have a bigger dick."

"They do?" I asked and he nodded. "Why?"

"Who knows? But, I saw it with a boy named Jonathan that came through here last time. His got real big before they all left."

They? Real big? What the fuck are they doing to us?

"Okay, slow down, here, Lucius. Let's take this one at a time. This is not the first class?"

"No, I think this is the fourth class. It was started about six years ago."

"By who?"

"The last president, I think. I don't know, I wasn't here, then."

"The president knows?" That stunned me.

"I guess so; I don't know."

I took a deep breath. I was hoping that I could ask Powers about all that whenever he gets into a generous mood. But there were other questions that Lucius could answer for me.

"What about this growth thing in the shots," I said. "Are any of the others getting it?"

"I don't think so," he said, getting a little worried. I then realized that I was getting carried away with my own curiosity. He was needing a friend and I was trying to pump him for information.

"I'm sorry, Lucius. I shouldn't ask you things like this."

"It's okay, Seth, I just don't want to say anything that'll get Miss mad at me."

"I promise that I won't say anything to anyone. I just really want to know."

"Okay, go ahead and ask me, then," he seemed okay with it, then.

"Okay, then, just how big did this Jonathan's dick get?" I was immensely curious about this, now that he'd mentioned it.

"Over six inches [15 cm] when he left here, and Miss said that it'll continue to grow at least another two inches [5 cm] before he turns eighteen. She said that once the shots stop, the person's thing grows at its normal rate from where it is at that time. I think Jonathan was eleven when he left here, so who knows about how big yours will get."

Maybe bigger than Powers's cock?

It was something to think about, but later. I asked him about the previous class, but he said that he couldn't talk about them.

"They said that if other people knew about them, that their lives could be in danger."

"Then don't tell me. I don't want anyone to tell anyone else about me, so keep it to yourself, please."

Both of us were pleased with that arrangement.

We spent the rest of the day talking about ourselves and private lives and then played a few games. He was pretty good at chess. I was still learning the game, so he beat me every time. He showed me some tactics and how to do what with which piece at what times. How to attack and defend at the same time, too.

"Kind of like some of the training we're going through," I said to myself.

"I guess so," he said with a shrug.

"Teach me again," I said, eager to learn. This would give a significant edge over the others.

"Not tonight, Seth," a voice with some real female authority behind it stated from the door. "You need your rest, now."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Lucius left for his little sleeping area for the night. The doctor checked everything on me to make sure I was normal and then left for the night as well. The problem was, that I was not tired in the least. I tried lying back and getting some sleep, but it wasn't happening.

With all the lights out in the place, I laid there, thinking about all that Lucius had told me. At some point, I reached up for something to my side and realized something; my collar was gone. No shocking collar. An open doctor's door. A way out.

Remembering that sound travels and travels even more so at night, I carefully slipped out of bed. The floor was ice-cold, but I kept my mind on the opportunity. I padded quietly over to the door and gently tried the handle. It turned. The door opened and I glanced up and down the hallway. Vacant; perfect. I scooted along the side of the wall, opposite direction than the living quarters.

Half by luck and half by guess, I made it through the series of corridors to a large entry area. The room itself was a sort of pie-shape, with the outside being a curved wall and the other two were straight, running at 90 degrees of each other. Ahead was the outside glass wall, blocking my freedom. There were two glass doors. My last barrier. I ran as fast as I could for the door on the right.

What're you doing?

The voice was so loud and clear in my head that I stopped in my tracks and looked around the room. No one was there.

Leaving? Come on, Seth.

"What do you mean; 'come on'?" I cautiously asked an empty room.

After all that you've gone through so far, you're just going to give up? Now?

If the voice was not mine, I'd have thought someone had put a speaker in my head. As it was, I was just going crazy. Absolutely normal in a case like this.

"Look, I'm not going to let them do that to me again," I whispered back.

Then, don't.

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

No answer.

Splendiferous.

I could just imagine if there were security cameras on the area right now. A lone eight-year-old standing bruised and naked in the middle of a CIA training facility talking to himself. All I needed now was a light-saber.

I went over to the door and laid my hands on the bar.

"Are you there? Are you watching?" I whispered again, this time significantly more sarcastic. "You listening? Hm?"

I looked outside to the woods beyond the parking lot. How far can I get out there on my own? Those woods do look inviting. I flexed my muscles to push against the bar, but stopped myself from going farther. Almost against my will, I let go of the door and turned back towards the hallway I'd just come through.

"Glad you decided to stay, Seth," the outline of Agent Jones said.

I froze solid.

"Relax, Seth, you're not in trouble," he said, chuckling.

"I would have been if I'd opened that door, though," I said, prodding.

"A lot of trouble," he said, nodding. "What kept you from doing it?"

"I'm not sure," I said, looking down at the floor. "I guess I really do want to do this. No matter what."

"Seth," he said, kneeling down and grasping my biceps gently, "you have it inside you to be something special. Some of the others do too, but most certainly you. You've shown sparks of what you can become. Get past the small stuff; there's no telling where you'll go."

"Yes, Sir," I said, thinking about what he'd said.

"Now, let's get you back to your bed before the doctor finds out you're gone and sends out a search party for you."

"Mr. Jones?" I asked as we began walking back.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Smith was the third one in that room on Friday night, wasn't he?"

All Jones did was chuckle.

Over the course of that eighth week, I spent a lot of time either playing chess with Lucius, or studying. The recovery was difficult, especially trying to keep an eight year old boy in the bed to rest. I got a little stir-crazy by Tuesday evening, so the doctor let me walk around a little after everyone had gone for the day.

She took me up front and I got to see the woods again from the inside of the room.

"I miss the trees, Ma'am," I said, wishing I was out in them.

"I'm sure you do," she said, smiling. "Being from a state that is so flushed with greenery, that it's natural that you'd miss it."

"Can I go out there? Please?"

"No. And don't try that 'puppy-dog' look on me; it won't work," she said seriously, but had an amused smirk on her face.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said and we walked away. It was nice to see the sun again, too. I wondered how long it would be before I saw it again.

On Thursday, I was released from the doctor. Jones gave me a collar, but it wasn't the original one. I looked at him in question.

"There's nothing shocking about this one, Seth," he said with a smirk.

"Yes, Sir," I said, getting the joke. My neck was safe from any future electric shocks, now that I'd proven that I could be trusted. The others would have to earn theirs in their own time.

Jones locked it around my neck and we headed towards the common area. I met up with my classmates as they were getting ready for the day. Everyone greeted me warmly. Even Bull came up to me for a handshake.

"I know what the doctor's office is like, so it's kind of cool that you survived it."

"Thanks, Bull," I said and shook his hand.

"Man, you're butt's still purple," James exclaimed.

"If you don't like it, James, stop looking at it," I shot back. "Unless you like looking at other guys' butts…"

"You know I can put you right back into the doctor's office," he threatened as the others laughed at our playful banter.

"I've missed you, too, loudmouth," I said with a smirk. We hugged again and then the twelve of us headed into the cafeteria.

"Hey, you got a new collar," Alex stated.

"Yeah, the other one was broken last Friday," I lied. But I figured that the others would probably hound me about trying to escape and other such nonsense, so this way was going to be better.

"Welcome back, Seth," Mr. Collins proclaimed as he walked into the cafeteria.

"Thank you, Sir," I said back to him.

We worked our way through the rest of the day. I got a little more caught up on my studies, got ready for the tests the next day, and worked back towards a perfect score on the firing range. Nelson didn't have me start anything new as I was pretty much so far ahead. I just had to continue working out how to fire accurately without the sites. Routhe and Davenport were both gracious with their workout sessions and allowed me to get back to normal gradually.

I did okay with the tests the next morning, and the other things were pretty much on track for recovery of keeping up with the others. Like Bull two weeks prior, I sat out on that week's fight. Jones divided up the teams fairly evenly, but the team with the six members won out.

The weekend brought its normal brand of tomfoolery and games. I took to playing chess against a computer. I took it slow, working with the tutorials and other things to help. The game was complicated, but by the weekend's end, I had bettered my knowledge of it.

That ninth week was my best week to date. I worked doubly hard to stay out of the PR. Every afternoon with the lessons that Powers had for me, I worked hard to master. He usually got two blowjobs from me; one at the beginning of the lesson and one at the end. Every night was spent playing at least one game of chess and then reviewing what I'd learned that day. I crashed hard in my bed each night and woke up refreshed each day, ready to begin a new one.

I was so far ahead of everyone else that week, that even if I was on the losing team for the fight, I'd still be in first place.

So, this was what it felt like to be King. I could get used to this.

There was no answer, but I didn't care.

"Okay, this week's match is going to be different," Jones started off saying.

"Ain't that a surprise," James commented.

"One more comment like that, Hostetler, and you'll be fighting bound and blindfolded," Jones threatened.

"That might actually help him, Sir," I spouted off. More giggles from the others. "At least it couldn't hurt."

"Group one will be numbers one, three, five, and twelve. Everyone else is on team two."

Everyone was stunned at this.

"Any bright ideas?" James asked, looking in my direction as we huddled.

"Yeah; run like hell," I shot back with.

"I guess we can't surround them," Leon put in when the sniggers died down.

"The only thing I can come up with is," I started, "that we get into a circle and face outwards. Let them come to us.

"Let's break huddle and get into a line first. Leon and Jeff in the middle with James and me on the sides. When they come for us, James and I will fall back and get behind to watch your backs. See what happens from there."

"Good as plan as any," Jeff offered.

"Well, I ain't got anything," Leon stated flatly.

"I guess so," James said, not exactly committing his whole self to this plan.

"Bound to fail, but, like I said, we ain't got anything else," Leon voiced.

We broke up. Jeff and Leon took the middle. I was on the right with James on the far left. The other eight looked at us with a certain amount of delight. Only Simon and Alex seemed reluctant about all of this. That may work in our favor. Mike wanted to win; couldn't fault him for that.

"GO!"

As they came toward us, James and I fell back, to circle around to the other two's backs. Our move made the others stutter. Most of the others, that is. Mike went right for Jeff. It was cooler than anything else I'd ever seen. Jeff jumped up and kicked him in the face with the back of his heel and came back down as if nothing was out of place.

"When this is over, you're going to have to show me that trick," I said while I was watching Alex and Scott circle around to my side.

While Mike was on the ground screaming about his nose, the rest of them were trying to figure out how to deal with us. Bull made a mad dash towards us, trying to 'bull' his way through. I reached back and pulled Jeff out of the way to let him through. He ended up landing on his face after tripping over Mike.

"Any other brilliant ideas, stupid?" Philip asked him as he got to his feet.

Mike was bleeding just too badly to continue. The other seven were still trying to work out the problem. The four of us just kept an eye on them, waiting. It actually looked like a sort of stalemate. Until Jeff did something very strange.

I felt him reach over and grab my hand. In one, smooth motion, he pulled it back to touch Leon's hand and then ran at Remmie and Scott. With a quick kick to Scott's side, he turned on Remmie with a punch to his face. The others were too stunned by the move to help their hapless comrades, but they were quickly recovering. Bull ran right at Jeff, but the kid dropped to the mat and punched upwards to the bigger preteen's unprotected groin. Bull just dropped straight to the ground, holding his jewels in pain; too much pain even to scream.

Philip recovered enough to go after Jeff, but by this time, Jeff was back on his feet and backing away from the others. Philip grabbed Scott, even though hurt, he was still able to fight, and took after him. That only left Alex, Simon and Ben for the three of us to deal with. I smiled a wicked smile at Alex.

The three of us broke away from each other and went after our intended targets. Leon went after Ben and James was on Simon. Alex blocked my first punch and countered with one of his own. I blocked it, but he brought a knee up to my unprepared stomach. I bowled over and he nailed my back with both of his fists balled up into one.

When I hit the ground, I rolled away; I needed some space. Alex had gotten better while I was still recovering.

"Not up for another round of PR, Alex?"

"You talk too much, Seth," he said and swung in the direction of my face.

I may have slowed up a little, but I saw that one coming from miles away. I ducked under it and got his stomach. Another punch nailed his jaw, sending some blood onto the mat. He got in one more before I laid him out again. I was about to turn my attentions towards helping Jeff when Philip tackled me to the ground from my right. I heard a sickening pop from the joint at my left arm and then excruciating pain; I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I was so loud that all fighting stopped instantly.

"Get off him, Philip," I heard Jones tell him.

Philip rolled off me and Jones looked at the arm. I wasn't even the least bit tempted to do so. He felt around the shoulder and I screamed again when he touched a particularly painful spot.

"It looks dislocated, Seth," he said casually.

"So, we go back to the doctor," I said through clenched teeth.

"At least he hasn't lost his sense of humor," James threw in.

I glared at him as Jones led me out of the area. I cradled my arm with my right hand as we went through the cafeteria, the common room, and then down the hall to the doctor's office.

"You again?" she asked as I walked in the room.

"I love you so much, doctor, I just can't stay away," I growled at her through the pain.

"Well, I think it's my boy that you really like," she said with a casual smirk.

I looked at Lucius, but he was trying not to look at me. I didn't know why. The doctor led me to the x-ray room again and had me lie down on the machine. A few agonizing seconds later, and it was over.

"Is your boy in trouble, Ma'am?" I asked.

"No; why?"

"He wouldn't look at me as I came in the room."

"Oh. It's probably that he likes you, too. He probably didn't like to see you in pain, or your shoulder in the shape that it was in."

"Oh. Well, that's good."

The pictures showed that Jones was right; dislocated shoulder. She brought me into her office and had me sit on the table. Lucius was white.

"Okay," she said, starting off, "there's two ways to handle this. One, I can pop it back into place. It'll be painful, but you'll be able to use it in a few days."

I didn't like the sound of that one; especially the pain part.

"What's the second way?"

"We cut the arm off."

For a split second, I thought she was serious.

"Door number one, please," I retorted. "And you might want your boy to leave; he looks like he's ready to puke."

It was true, Lucius was turning greener by the minute.

"Go!" she said, pointing out of the room. He didn't need a second invitation. Seconds later, he was in the toilet vomiting up his lunch. The doctor sighed. "I'd forgotten he's got a fairly weak stomach for this type of thing."

"Yeah; so do I."

"Alright," she said, turning business-like, "I'm going to pop it back into place, but I need you to try and relax. If you don't, it may take more than once to do it."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, dreading either outcome.

She had me grip the handle on the bed with my good hand. She put one hand under my arm right inside the pit.

"On the count of three. Ready?" she asked and I nodded. "One…, two…," and all of a sudden, she yanked. Hard!

A horrible muffled, grinding sound was heard as the ball slipped back into the socket of the shoulder. Meanwhile, I screamed louder than I ever have in my life; including that horrible weekend with the caning. The pain was totally unbearable.

"What happened to 'three'?" I gasped, pounding the table with my free hand.

"Oh, were we supposed to go on 'three'?"

I said a silent curse for her that night when I went to bed. I hoped God was listening.

She put the arm into a sling and sent me away with some meds for the pain. I took the pills right after dinner. Thanks to the tackle, our smaller group lost, but they only had two surviving members left. It was Leon that fell last, from what I heard. The meds made me sleepy and I turned in early.

The next day I got my reward for being first for the week; twelve bars of candy. I shared with everyone that day, although I had to wait for Remmie to get out of the PR that evening. Bull had been in there for the shortened time.

It took a whole two weeks for my arm to heal properly. Over that time, I was exempt from weights, self-defense training, and Friday afternoon fights. I still had to run and swim, though. At least do them as best as I could.

"I know you only did it to get out of the fights, Seth," James suggested one afternoon.

"Oh, yeah, that's why I always get hurt; to get out of things like that. And because I so enjoy the fucking pain."

I took a quick glance to Jeff and he sort of smirked, but it was a quick one.

Weapons training had moved on to rifles. Thankfully, it didn't begin until the second week of my medical profile. As I was right handed, I could do it. My left hand, healing, but still sore, only guided the weapon. It took all week before I was able to handle it well enough to make a very tight shot group in the target.

At the start of the twelfth week, Nelson wasn't there; Simon's trainer was standing there waiting for us.

"Good afternoon, boys," he said with a fairly nice smile. "I'm Mr. Nash. Starting this week, you're going to begin a live-fire range to shoot at moving targets. Turn and follow me."

He was facing to the left, so I was last in line as Jeff took the lead. Nash led us through the door next to our classroom. There was a short hallway and then it opened up to an outside range. Every one of us smiled and took in the summer air. It smelled great. Nash had us line up against the wall that faced down the range.

"Okay," he began, "as you can see, there are different targets along the way. Some of them are friendlies, and some are the enemies. Simple; shoot the enemies."

"That makes sense," James commented.

"How can you tell the friendlies from the enemies, Sir?" I asked.

"Good question, Seth," he said. "The enemies for these exercises will basically look like thugs."

"Oh, so you have pictures of Bull up there?" James asked.

He rolled around on the ground in pain for several minutes for that one. I was expecting a sarcastic remark from him a lot earlier than that, actually. But, Nash was teaching us something else that was dangerous. We had to take this seriously.

"One more remark like that, Hostetler, and you'll be spending a week in the punishment room. Got it?" Nash had gotten into James's face as he growled at him.

"Yes, Sir," James answered, recovering.

"Now, what's the one rule on firing ranges?"

"Always keep the gun pointed down range," we all chorused.

"Exactly. I'm going to show you how you do things on this range."

He grabbed a 9mil, a pair of protective sunglasses and turned around. The gun was in his right hand, supported by his left, and aimed straight upwards. As he walked down the range, a target flipped out from behind a wall and Nash fired, hitting the target in the head. From there, he went back to his walking pose. Targets flew out at different intervals. Some of them he shot, others he let alone.

When he was done, he gave the 'all-clear' sign, and walked back, pulling the mag from the pistol grip.

"You're first, Seth," he said, handing me the gun.

I nodded and took it from him. He also handed me a belt with two mags on it. I walked forward and loaded the weapon with one of the magazines. I pulled the slide back to load it and walked onward. The first target flipped out and I turned. I was about to fire, but saw that it was a little girl, so I stopped. They'd changed the course. The second was a thug that did look a lot like Bull. I fired, but it went to the right; I'd pulled the gun instead of squeezing it. I fired again, hitting it properly.

By the end of that course, I'd had to use the second magazine, about half way down. I gave the sign and walked back.

"Not bad, Seth," he said, fairly impressed.

I nodded, but inside, I was wondering which one he was during my fourth Friday event.

The others took their turns. Only Simon outscored me; by one bullet. I made a mental note to do better the next time. James did the worst, by finishing the course and running out of bullets with two 'enemy' targets left.

For that week, we were out there two other times. I improved by Friday to have to use only one round from the second clip. Concerning points, Simon and I tied for second that week. I was curious to see how they were going to handle that one. Leon took first, but we still were unsure how to handle number two spot.

"The two of you will fight it out," Jones said. We'd just gotten done with one fight; I wasn't in the mood for a second one.

"Let Simon have it, Sir," I said, "I've won quite a few weeks, so he can have it."

"Nice try, Seth," Jones replied, "but that won't do. Fight, and if I see either of you not doing your best, you'll be taking number twelve's spot in the punishment room."

Jeff had had a really bad time of it that week and was headed for the PR for the first time. Simon and I squared off, gauging the other. Neither of us were all that enthusiastic about this, but I was damned if I was going to spend any more time in that appalling room. The thing was, Simon was getting better.

We'd been there for three months, now, and Simon had improved considerably over the course of those twelve weeks. He wasn't the same kid that was shaking after coming out of the PR the second time. This wasn't going to be easy.

The clash lasted for over ten minutes, with Simon coming out the victor. I'd made a mistake and he took advantage.

"I'll get you the next time," I told him while wiping the blood off my chin.

"We'll see, Seth," he said with a smile and a hand out to help me up.

The weekend was painfully normal; as normal could be in a place like that.

Now, up to this point, my sexual training with Powers had only been about blowjobs and some lashes from canes and straps. After the tenth week, he'd bumped up the size of the buttplug again. At the beginning of the thirteenth week, I got my dick measured again, and it was marked at just at three and a half inches [9 cm]. But, other than those few things, there was nothing else.

Other training had included specifics in dinner serving, manservant duties, and the like. I'd learned my lessons very well. I did them as instructed, but I just didn't feel that I was making any real progress. It was like I was just going through the motions and not making them a part of my personality.

Things had to progress, though, and that Monday, they did. The fourteenth week of my training was a week I'll never forget.

That Monday morning was a typical morning for us. The classes that morning held nothing in surprise for any of us. Workout session was the standard one. We had another day on the walk-through firing range. Our trainers were there when we returned and we were divided up. All normal.

"Take a shower, Seth, and meet me in the bedroom," Powers said.

That wasn't unusual, either. He didn't like the smell of gunpowder on me. To be honest, neither did I. I showered, dried off, and headed to my training area. I walked through the dinning room to the bedroom. He was standing next to the bed, naked, and sporting a hard-on.

"Good afternoon, Master," I said, keeping from smirking.

"On the bed, Seth," he commanded. That would be the last words he would say to me that day.

"Yes, Master," I answered.

I climbed up and knelt down to face him. He shook his head, no. He moved my body to lie face down on the covers. From there, my arms and legs were laid out in a spread-eagle arrangement. Cuffs, which were already attached to the posters, were attached to my wrists and ankles. They were pulled tight and tied off securely. The buttplug was harshly removed. It was then that I knew the day I'd dreaded had finally come.

Powers put a ballgag in my mouth and buckled it to the back of my head. Nervously, I laid my head down on its side. I felt his body move to lie on top of my back. His breath was on my neck. I felt one of his hands move down my face and then brush the hair off the side to lie backwards. His other hand was between our bodies, lining up his cock to penetrate me. Once or twice, he ran the head of his cock along the crack of my butt. I didn't know if he was trying to find the way in or what, but I got more and more nervous with anticipation.

With a grunt in my ear and a shove of his hips, I felt the worst pain I'd ever felt in my life. My voice let him, and everyone else within a ten mile [15 km] radius, know about it, ballgag be damned. I gripped the bedsheets, trying to hold on to something as he took me. My whole body was feeling the pain of my back hole being pierced. It was as if everything revolved around that one area. I knew better than to try and beg for him to remove it, but it was still within me to scream my head off.

I don't know how long it took before I settled down, but he waited for me to do so. I finally was able to relax and take him better. After that, he continued to feed his entire mammoth tool to me. I thought he'd ram it inside until it was touching my lungs, but he finally stopped when he hit something inside me. Then, he began pulling out. It felt like he was tearing into me once again. I could only close my eyes to the pain of it all, grit my teeth on the gag, and hold on. Once his cock was out of me, but only to its head, he began feeding it back inside.

The whole thing hurt; being invaded. It was intrusive, degrading, and demoralizing. I was being violated in the most private manner possible. And I could do nothing to answer back for it but cry. I couldn't even raise so much as a finger in protest.

Powers continued sawing into me until he'd buried the same amount of himself back inside. Then it was withdrawn, and then back in. He built up his rhythm, but slowly. He seemed to know that what he was doing was hurting me a lot, but knew it had to be done. However slow he was going, he came quickly, filling my innards with his stuff. I felt him extract his cock from me, pull his pants on, and then leave the room. I was left alone again, tied and in pain.

I didn't want to know what was leaking out of my ruined hole; whether it was blood or his semen. But, I did feel it run out and down my taint to soil the sheets. I was beyond caring about that type of thing. I may have been taught to be a slaveboy, and after going through that one Friday, I felt I'd gotten there, but what had just happened to me made me think that I was still concerned with myself. Undeterred, I continued crying. I don't know how long, but I let it out.

Soon enough, Powers returned. He was carrying a drink in his hand. He removed the ballgag after setting the drink down momentarily. I raised my head up to drink it from the straw when he presented it to me. He pulled it away when he thought I'd had enough and sat back on the chair next to the bed to look at me. I lay there looking back at him. What he'd just done to me was beyond words; both of us knew it, so neither of us spoke.

When he was ready, he moved onto the bed to kneel at my face. His cock was presented to me yet again. I dutifully opened my mouth for him to feed it to me. It fit fully down my throat and he began fucking my face this time. I felt his hands reach down and they began to pull my buttcheeks apart, pulling at the sphincter muscle. As torn as it was, it hurt, but I was mindful of the cock in my mouth and didn't bite down.

A finger was jammed inside me. I yelped a little at the unexpected move. The finger fucked my used hole for a few times before being withdrawn. Two fingers took its place the second time. This time the yelp was for the pain of it. More finger-fucking before they were removed. He then took his cock out of my mouth.

Not again…, I groaned.

Sure enough; again. As before, his body weight began crushing me and his prick was touching my inner sanctum's barrier. I was screaming again as he pushed inside me for a second time. Without the ballgag muffling the sound, the scream was ear piercing.

He was just as slow and gentle as the first time, but I was sore. No matter how kind and patient he was, my tiny hole was screaming out in pain at the insidious penetration it was enduring. I couldn't help but shriek. The pain was just too much. I felt him fill me to capacity, and beyond, once again. His cock was buried a little farther inside me than the previous assault. I thought that my intestines were being shoved out of the way as they made room for the intruder.

The real fucking began moments later. He never sped up so fast as to wail on me, but it was just as agonizing. I was thankful when he finished again. It took longer, of course, but he did eventually get done with it a second time. After withdrawing, he went to sit back down on the seat. I cried again, but this time, looked away from him. I hated that I was weak and he'd proved it. When I was finished crying again, he brought me the drink again and I slurped up as much as I could before he pulled it away.

For the next hour or so, Powers just sat there looking at me. Occasionally, I would look back, but mostly I looked away from him. He was impersonal; cold. He wasn't the person I'd grown used to over the past few months.

When he came at me for a third time, I told myself; no more crying or screaming. Take it like you're supposed to take it; like the slaveboy they wanted me to be. The problem was, that I didn't seem to feel that way. Undeterred by my feelings, he used my mouth and throat to get him hard again while he crammed two fingers back inside me. His cock was removed from the front end and moved back behind me.

This third time seemed to take him forever. I closed my eyes and forced myself not to give in to the weakness again. I now knew what was involved. I can handle it. As he pierced me, I gritted my teeth, but kept my voice in check. His huge cock violated me again, forcing me to accommodate his size. But I refused to voice my agony with this one. I didn't care what he was going to do, or how long it was going to take, I refused to scream. It took longer than I was prepared to endure, but I didn't scream. Grunting and gritting of teeth don't count.

He fucked me harder this time, too. It was more brutal. He seemed less in control of his lascivious nature. The torment was finally over with a guttural lunge of his hips. My small buttocks was crying for relief. The hole in between them was in pain, for sure, but due to the brutality of his hips, my whole area was affected.

This time upon finishing, he just laid there. His weight crushed me again, but I didn't care. My dignity was erased; whatever he was to do next, I was beyond caring. Powers pulled out eventually, climbed off me, dressed, and left the room again.

He reemerged some time later with food. Gently, he sat down on the side of the bed and began to feed the food to me a little bit at a time. I was tired, hurting, and spent, but I needed the nourishment, so I ate. When the meal was finished, he laid down beside me, rubbing my whole body. I didn't know if it was a form of apology, or if he was just being sympathetic, but I liked it all the same.

Before I knew what was happening, he was shaking me awake.

"Time to get up, Seth," he said.

"It's morning?" I asked as he began to untie my limbs.

"Yep; time for school."

"Master, you know the others are going to ask about me screaming last night. What do I tell them?"

"Tell them whatever you want," he said, shrugging.

"Even the truth?"

"Whatever you want, Seth; it's your choice," he said.

We walked over and I got a private shower. I reached back for my backdoor hole and it was sorer than ever.

"Master, may I have the day without the buttplug? Please?"

"Too sore?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered truthfully.

"Alright, but today only."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

The dried blood and semen mixture was scrubbed off my legs, butt, and crotch area. I wondered if things were only going to get worse. If they were going to get more brutal. Probably so. That was the way they were already going.

I walked into the cafeteria with everyone turning to look at me. Slightly embarrassed, I went to the counter and got my food.

"Okay," James started once I sat down with everyone, "what was all the screaming about?"

"Yeah," Leon threw in, "you don't seem beaten all that badly."

"I was fucked last night, alright?" I growled at them.

That silenced the whole crowd.

"Fucked?" James asked, stunned. "You mean, as in--?"

"--Yes!"

"Oh jeeze."

"You think that's gonna happen to the rest of us?" Alex asked.

"Well, let's see. A classroom where a rod with a balloon is pushed up our butts. A punishment room where a dildo is crammed up there during your second visit. What do you think?"

I was a little put out by them. I guess I was still a little on edge from the previous night's shagging.

The realization hit home with them all and we finished the meal in silence. Class was equally as quiet. Lunch was a little livelier, but still subdued. We had our language class and then the normal firing range. Powers had me shower again and then we went back into the bedroom.

"The bed, Master?"

"The bed, Seth," he said, removing his clothes.

Once nude, he came over to the bed and grabbed my left arm.

"Master?" I asked, looking at him.

"Yes, Seth?"

"I won't move unless you tell me to," I told him.

Powers seemed skeptical, but shrugged and climbed onto the bed. I was lying in the same place on the bed as the previous afternoon, on my stomach again. He maneuvered to kneel in front of my face. I pushed myself up to take his lengthening cock into my preteen mouth. As I worked all of him down my throat, he began playing with my ass again. I felt some kind of slick substance being applied to my hole and a finger work itself inside me again.

I moaned at the intrusion, but kept my mind on my work. His finger fucked my hole for a while until it was replaced with a second one. I uttered a second groan at being pushed further apart, but remained in control. He worked my back hole for a while until he was ready for me to take him again. His cock was removed from my mouth, and I got prepared for another coupling in only two days.

I grunted out in pain as he took me again. As before, he wasn't brutal, just big. My opened door accommodated his cock as best as it could. And my brain tried to handle the invasion just as well. I made sure never to move unless he told or prodded me to. He came moments later, filling my insides beyond capacity with his stuff.

"You handled that a lot better than I thought you would, Seth," Powers said as he pulled his dripping cock from my rear.

"Thank you, Master," I said, wiping my face of the few tears.

He got up and got a warm, damp cloth and then cleaned up my bottom. I laid there and did nothing. It was a while before he started in on me again. We talked about nothing important. I thought about asking if our president actually knew about this program, but I decided against it; he might ask where I got my previous information from, leading back to Lucius.

Powers finally climbed back on top of me again and this time was harsher in his assault on me. It was like he was pushing my limits again. I was determined not to scream again. No matter what happened, I was going to keep from embarrassing myself again. As his cock penetrated my body for a second time that day, I held on to the sheets.

Let him do his worst, I thought to myself.

He didn't go that far, I knew, but it was plenty brutal. He pushed all the way inside, in a smooth, slick motion, rested for a moment and then began fucking me like a used rag. My eight year old body took it, unwillingly, for sure, but took it anyway. The onslaught lasted longer than I thought I could last, but before long, he climaxed inside me again.

"You're getting better, Seth," he praised.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." It was all I could say. I was sore and my backside was in shreds. I was in no mood for a long, drawn-out conversation.

I was cleaned up and sent packing back to the others. I was questioned again, but kept the answers short. In truth, I was fairly worn out from the ass-fucking. I showered and hit the sack as soon as I could.

The next day was more of the same. Powers took to me like I was nothing but a hole to fuck. His cock slammed into me twice, but I never uttered a word in protest. The only difference was, he had me lie on my back and watch his cock penetrate my boyhole. He got his rocks off on those two times very quickly; the sadistic SOB.

Through my efforts with Powers, I had earned enough points to finish in second place behind Simon, of all people. He'd really made vast improvements in all aspects of his training. The fight was a strange one; three groups of four. Group one was me, Bull, Ben, and Remmie. Group two was Alex, Mike, Scott, and Jeff. The last group had James, Leon, Philip and Simon.

"Now this is an interesting predicament," Ben commented.

"Yeah, I know," Remmie answered.

This was week fourteen. We'd been doing this stuff for over three months, now. Not only were we all very physically fit, but after fifteen fights and living together, we knew each other. There were going to be very few surprises.

"So, what do we do?" Bull asked, looking at me. The other two followed suit. I had no fucking idea.

"This is going to end up in another melee, I think," I answered back. "The only difference is that we don't attack each other."

"You think they'll gang up on us?" Ben asked, worried. I couldn't say that I blamed him; it was a legitimate concern.

"Let's wait and see what the others are going to do. If you see someone by themselves, then team up on him, but watch your backs."

They agreed that was probably the best strategy of all. Jones got us set and started the fight. Group three separated immediately; two coming for us, and the other two going after Jeff's guys. Stupid strategy, really. It left them at a severe disadvantage. Each one was out numbered 2-to-1. Bull, Remmie and Ben took out the two, while I watched the other scene play out. I was pleasantly surprised that as bad a plan that it was, Leon and James took out Jeff. My guys had no trouble taking care of Simon and Philip.

It was now four on three. Alex, Mike and Scott turned toward us, but I was ready for it. When all was said and done, it came down to me and Ben against Alex.

"Give it up, Alex," Ben said, threateningly.

"I regret that I have but one life to give," Alex stated.

"Oh, I think we can make you regret more than that," I retorted.

The other nine sniggered at the banter. We dispatched Alex without too much difficulty. I did manage to suffer a bloody lip, though; Alex got in a lucky punch.

"This afternoon," Jones began when the fight was over, "the training is canceled. Seth, Alex and James will be busy, though. The rest of you have the weekend to yourselves. Enjoy."

We all knew what it was all about. James had come in last that week, mainly due to losing the fight and his mouth, and Alex was right above him. I was to get fucked again. So, we went our separate ways, those two to the PR's and I went to the dinning room. Powers walked me in and turned towards me.

"Tonight, you and the doctor's boy will serve the dinner to the twelve trainers and the doctor. After that…, well…"

"The others are going to take their turns with us," I offered.

"Very quick of you, slave," he said smirking.

"My master has trained me well, Sir," I said, smirking back to him. I looked up to him, but I was still holding myself back. I couldn't explain why, but I just didn't feel like this was for me.

Lucius showed up a few minutes later. We worked in silence to get everything ready. The dinning table was set by both of us. The food was already cooked and was being kept warm till it was time to eat. When the men and the doctor, began arriving, we walked out and began serving drinks.

Over the course of that hour, both of us were pawed several times, but neither of us spilt a drop of drink. We both knew what the cost of that would be, and neither of us were interested in any of that. Dinner was delivered to them perfectly. Jones sat at the head of the table and Powers at the other end. The rest filled in the sides.

"You okay?" I asked Lucius when we both made a trip to the kitchen for something.

He nodded quickly.

"You don't seem okay," I prompted.

"Do you know what's going to happen later?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "You?" He nodded back. "You worried?"

"Only for you," he said, shaking his head. "I'm kind of used it."

"Yeah, me too, now," I answered, glumly.

We finished serving dinner, and cleared the dinning table as the adults talked, smoked, and drank an after-dinner drink. When that was accomplished, we headed over to stand behind our respective dominants. Powers adjusted himself a little while sitting there talking and I raised an eyebrow.

"Would like me to take care of that for you, Master?" I whispered to him.

He just snapped his fingers and pointed downward to his crotch. I moved around to kneel before him and fish his cock out of his pants. I began sucking on it almost immediately. It wasn't long before the conversation died out and the others began taking an interest in me and Lucius. He was licking the doctor's trimmed bush very effectively as Simon's trainer, Nash, walked over to him.

"You mind, doctor?" he asked pointing to Lucius.

"Be my guest, Darren," she answered with a certain amount of grace.

I heard a groan and choke come from that area, and I knew Lucius had been taken by the man.

"Hank?" I heard a very familiar voice from behind me ask.

"Go on, Nate," Powers said.

Just fucking great.

"Thanks."

And with that Smith knelt down behind me and shoved his cock inside me. It was much smaller than Powers's cock, but he didn't mind the tenderness of a young asshole. Just like before, I was something to fuck, nothing more. I felt him grab me by my hips and jackhammer into my guts as hard as possible. I continued doing what I was supposed to be doing to Powers, but Smith was making it difficult.

Time moved just as slowly here as it did in the PR; a snail's pace. The relentless fucking that Smith gave me lasted for longer than it should have. But, even he has a time where he finishes. When he was done, Scott's trainer, Mr. Sweet, took his place. He was nicer, but with a slightly larger cock.

Powers soon came, but instead of shooting his stuff down my throat, he pulled out to spray in all over my face. It was humiliating. I reached up to wipe it away, but he stopped me.

"Leave it there as a reminder, Seth," he said, smiling.

A reminder of what? That you can cum?

"Yes, Master," I answered back and replaced my hand on the floor.

Sweet continued fucking me. With Powers's cum on my face, Davenport took his place in front of me. I dutifully opened up and swallowed whatever he gave me. As his cock descended down my throat, Sweet's cock continued upwards.

Are they trying to meet in the middle?

I was wondering when you were going to show back up.

Been here the whole time.

I ignored that last one and just concentrated on the two men force-feeding their cocks to me. Sweet finished first and was replaced by a much thinner, but longer, prick in Mr. Porter; Jeff's trainer. His seemed to snake around inside me to try and get it past the turn in the lower colon. It was a strange sensation, but didn't hurt. Davenport finally came, doing the same thing Powers did, and sprayed my face with his stuff.

I felt like trash, now. I was just something to be used and tossed out when finished with. That was what I was hating; being treated like trash. And I realized right then that that was why I wasn't making this part of myself. But, I had the night to get through.

The night continued like that, well past midnight. The last one to fuck me was Powers, for the third time. He was far more brutal in his taking this final time. At the beginning, he just grabbed me and pushed me to the carpet. And with all the others still watching, Powers humiliated me by fucking me as hard as possible. It was like he was trying to cum on every thrust.

When it was finally over, and Powers had pulled out, I just laid there. With five men's cum on my face and over half a dozen up my ass, I smelled like a cheap whore and felt even worse. The night was certainly fucked up.

I woke the next day in the bed that Powers and I use together. He was still asleep, and I was curled up, facing away from him, with my back against his side. I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. I'd taken one the previous night, but couldn't get the smell off me completely. I still smelled raunchy.

Powers woke up a little later as I was leaving. He smiled at me, I didn't smile back.

"You've been through a lot over the past few weeks, Seth," he began, "and I expect that before it's all said and done, you'll go through a lot more. It's the nature of what you're going to be doing."

"Why do I have to go through all this, though?"

"So you can handle it better in the real world, in real time. It's part of being passed off as a slaveboy to someone. They'll expect you to have been abused like this. If you're not, then either they'll do it themselves, or not believe the setup at all. So, unfortunately, all of this is necessary."

"I understand," I said, nodding.

I supposed he was right, but I still didn't like it.

The others questioned me about it, but I declined to answer. There were just some parts to all of this that they needed to find out for themselves. I didn't know if they were going to be doing what I was going to be doing, but whatever it was, they were going to have to find out things on their own.

I'd like to say that things got better or easier for me, but they didn't. Things got worse. I got used to sucking and getting fucked, but I didn't take to being a slaveboy. I began thinking back on the Friday that things went so badly for me, and I was sure at that time what it meant to become what they were intending me to become. I just didn't know all of what it would entail.

I knew my attitude was changing. I could see it, Powers could see it, and my fellow classmates could see it. I became more combative than submissive. It was like I was fighting back at them without realizing it.

Concerning my other training, no one was better. In the area of weapons, I was the best, including beating out Simon. My studies in chess made me better with tactics as well. Throughout my fourth month in the facility, I was always in the top four places by the end of the week.

"What's with you, Seth?" James asked the Saturday morning of our sixteenth week. I'd just spent the night getting cornholed by half of the training staff. I wasn't in the mood for 'twenty questions'.

"What do you mean, James?"

"You've changed recently, man," James answered, but had a worried look on his face.

"Yeah, well, try spending the whole night getting fucked and it'll change you, too."

"What's it like?" Mike asked.

"It's like having a pole shoved up your ass, Mike," I hissed.

"That's what I'm talking about, Seth," James interrupted. "You're always on edge; ready to either argue or challenge for a fight."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, joining in on the lynching, "lighten up."

I thought about retorting back, but let it go. How could I argue back with something that even I was noticing?

Our seventeenth week of training began with our normal classes. But my language studies changed that afternoon, from Russian to German. I found the language fairly easy to follow. I wondered if they'd changed my 'subliminal listening' to include this new language.

The afternoon's exercise also changed for the group. Porter, Jeff's trainer, was standing before us after our class. He lined us up and led us to the outside again. As we were now into October, it was becoming quite chilly. Some of us began shivering almost immediately. We went past the walk-through range and out the door. It was an open area of trees to our front, but to the left was an obstacle course.

"This is an obstacle course," he said, needlessly. "Each of you will navigate it as fast as you possibly can. We will record each of your times.

"Seth, you're up first," he said in conclusion.

Of course I am, I sarcastically thought to myself.

I got up to the line and he started me off with a buzzer. I took off for the first hurdle; a set of steps leading up to a log. The horizontal log was about six feet [1.80 m] off the ground. I had to walk across it to the other side; more like run across it. I made it to the other side without incident. The next obstacle was a pit with some foul smelling junk in it and I had to run, jump, and grab a rope tied to beam, then swing across the pit to the other side. I did it okay, but almost fell backwards into it. It took a second to right myself before continuing onward.

The third thing to get across was a muddy trench. The thing looked foreboding, so I took a second to look at it. There were some kind of nozzles along the right wall, and the left wall had some knobs embedded into it. I took a few steps only to be sprayed with a high pressure water hose. I took off for the other end, but lost my balance about half way across and slid into the mud. I got up and continued, but the water got me and I hit the wall on my left shoulder, right on one of those knobs.

I screamed and grabbed my shoulder. It didn't feel like it was dislocated again; just hurt. I made it to the end of the trench and through to the next challenge. It was a set of monkey bars with some kind of wire mesh under it. I didn't like the looks of that mesh, so I made sure not to fall. My hands were a little slippery after falling into the mud, but I held on as tightly to the bars as I could. I slipped as I was swinging to the last bar, landing right on the mesh. It was electrified.

Yelping, I jumped as fast as possible on to the far side ladder. Never minding my failure there, I continued onward. I figured that I'd probably pay for it later, but at the time, I just had to get through this. The next barrier was a set of horizontal barbed wire being held up by four-by-fours. The goal was to crawl under them without getting scratched all to hell. My right buttcheek and left heel took nicks, but I made it through.

As I got through that one, a blast of flame shot right at me from the left side. I hit the dirt as quickly as I could. The obstacle was to get around it, but it was more used as a surprise than anything else. It worked. I almost pissed myself.

I got around the flames and onto the next barrier; a wall. It had a rope hanging down from it, but a line of barbed wire nailed into the wood; right at the top. I almost put my hand right on one of the barbs as I was nearing the top, but saw what it was at the last minute and placed my hand in between two of them. I was careful to avoid them as I swung my leg over the edge. Now my nuts were dangerously close to the barbs, so I was extra careful. Thankfully, nothing was damaged, though.

Once I landed on the other side of the wall, there was a clear shot to the finish line. I was about to take off towards it, but something seemed wrong.

Why so easy?

I carefully began walking towards it, and saw why it was so easy; several barely seen wires spanned the distance across the expanse. I stepped over them as carefully as possible. I crossed the finish line with a clock telling me my time. It was just over eighteen minutes.

Alex came through a few minutes later, looking and smelling horrible. I saw what happens if one of the tripwires were triggered; paint balls shoot out and hit whatever was on the lane.

"You okay?" I asked, smirking a little.

"Yeah; I just fell in the stink pond where you're supposed to swing across. Then I slipped on the mud in the trench."

"What about the monkey bars?"

"Slipped about halfway through."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. Not my best showing."

"Mine, neither."

We sat there and watched as the rest of the other boys crossed the line. Jeff was closest to my time, with eighteen minutes and twenty seconds. Everyone was at least a little muddy, and some of us had some scratches from the different barbed wires, but I was the only one that didn't have any paint. I giggled at all of them.

"Looks like you've found something humorous, finally, Seth," James said, sitting down after his run.

"Just that all four of you hit those wires and I didn't; that's all."

"Glad we could entertain you."

"Yeah, something like that."

Porter came over to us. We got lined up.

"Okay, you know your times, but there are a few of you that will be gaining ten second penalty time. Seth, you hit the wall during the trench, dropped from the bars, and was cut by the wires going through the horizontal bed; thirty seconds will be added on."

Porter tacked on seconds to everyone's time; ten seconds for every violation, and twenty for the booby trap that I eluded. Jeff and I both got equal amounts of time added on as he slipped in the mud also. Somehow he'd made it through the monkey bars okay, but did get one of the tripwires. Even with the added time, I was still first through this one.

Afterward, we all showered and talked about the day's event. We laughed and joked like old times. Bull and Scott joined in with the excitement as well. Usually they withheld their personalities from the rest of us. We messed around in the showers for a while until it was time to go with our individual trainers.

"Seth," Powers began as he was recovering from fucking me again, "I want to ask you a very serious question."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You don't seem to be taking to this training very well."

That floored me. I thought I was doing considerably well, under the circumstances.

"I don't mean the group training with the others. Out there, you're the best, in my opinion. But it's in here that I'm referring to."

"I'm trying, Master."

"You're doing everything you're told to do, but it's your personality that worries me the most. So, I'm going to give you a choice. If you want to, we can continue this for the next year and a half or so, but there's another option no one has ever been given before.

"The reason you're being offered this, is because how well you do with the guns and what you did on the course this afternoon. Steve and I both believe that you're smart enough to handle being something more."

"Like what?"

"Let's see how things progress from here, and I'll discuss it with you at a later time. Right now, know that there's another option on the table. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, nodding.

My experience for the past four months had taught me that whatever Jones and Powers had in mind for me had to have been worse than posing as someone's slaveboy. Things around there always went from bad to worse and from worse to terrible. So, I let it go for the time being and just concentrated on my normal training at hand.

Powers left me alone the rest of that evening, and I was returned to the group without further discussion. That night, I went to sleep with a lot on my mind. I think I was the last one to actually fall asleep. I know I heard Alex's snores resonating through the room before succumbing to oblivion.

The next day was a run-through live fire range that was much more complicated than any of the ones before. Simon and I had top marks, but I edged him out by one shot. He grumbled at me, but I just finished cleaning my gun.

As Powers fucked me that night, it was not as brutal. It was more caring, considerate of my feelings somehow. I still wasn't too keen on taking a man's cock up my ass, but it wasn't as bad. I dared to hope that things might actually not be so bad.

That Wednesday, as the others were on the normal firing range with Mr. Sweet, Nelson took me and Simon outside beside the compound. There were two targets a long way off.

"This, boys," he started saying, showing us an extremely expensive looking rifle, "is an M-110 sniper rifle. It's one of the best in the field."

He handed us each one of the weapons. It wasn't all that heavy, but deceptively lethal.

"How many rounds in the mag?" I asked.

"Standard 7.62 mil rounds; nine, and twelve on the banana clip."

"What's the range?" Simon asked.

"After a thousand meters it gets dicey. But it can reach to fifteen hundred."

"Whoa," both of us commented.

He showed us how to lie down in the prone position, and with his hand on my petite butt longer than needed, to site the targets.

"Ear protection, Sir?" I asked before I fired.

"You won't need any, Seth," he said, massaging my buttcheek.

"How far away are the targets?" Simon asked.

"These are only about five hundred meters. Give them a try."

As I concentrated on the target, Nelson slid a finger up to my backdoor. I groaned, knowing what he was wanting, so I cocked my left leg outward. His finger slipped inside without much resistance. I refocused my attention on the target, and ignored what his finger was doing to me.

We aimed and both of us fired. The sound was almost non-existent. The gun also didn't buck as hard as I thought it would. I looked at Simon and got an equally surprised look back.

"I think I just found a favorite gun," Simon said with a smile.

"I agree," I answered back with one of my own.

We looked down range again to see that we'd both hit the targets. They weren't right in the center, but we'd hit them. Both of us adjusted the sites a little and fired again. This time, they were both right on the money.

Nelson pulled his finger out of me for a moment to touch a button. The targets dropped to the ground. Another button was pushed, and two more targets came up; about another two hundred meters back.

The trainer replaced his hand at my rear and began pushing with two fingers this time. They pierced my sphincter muscle as I lined up my next shot. It was more difficult to concentrate on the shot, but I managed.

Simon fired first and then I did. Two direct hits.

"You're getting tougher to beat," Simon teased.

"So are you," I answered.

We took another shot each, both hitting their targets.

You know, if we weren't actually being trained to kill, this could really be fun.

"I wonder what all of this means, Seth," Simon was speculating as we were walking into the common area.

"I guess we'll find out whenever they want us to know," I answered back, not wanting to give away anything that I already knew.

We headed to the showers and began to wash off. As we did, Simon's cock stiffened. However quick he was to turn away from me, he wasn't quick enough.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"Nothin'."

"Come on, Simon, I saw your dick get hard. So, what's up?"

"Nothing; I just saw what Mr. Nelson was doing to you, that's all."

"And?"

"And, nothing."

"Why don't you just go ahead and jack it off?"

"No way."

"What? Why not?"

"Because you're here."

Rolling on the floor, I laughed my ass off.

"Don't laugh, Seth; I mean it," he glared.

"I'm just laughing at the fact that we've been living together for over four months now, through all of this, and what you just saw, you're embarrassed at me seeing you jack off."

"I…," he started, but stopped.

"You, what?" I asked, clearing my face of water and tears from laughter.

"I… just don't know how."

"Is that all?" I asked and he shrugged. "Then let me show you."

I walked over to him and circled around behind. I reached around to his front and began stroking his stiffy. He moaned and leaned back against me. It took some work, but he slowly began building towards his climax. I got stiff as well, and I knew that he could tell, but made no mention of it. He reached his peak and shook from head to toe.

"Nice?" I asked, smiling.

"Yeah, very nice, thanks. But what about you?"

"I can take care of myself, Simon. After what you went through with Bullshit, I don't want to force anything on you."

"You wouldn't be."

Without waiting for an invitation, he dropped to his knees and licked my four inch [10 cm] cock from base to tip. I shuddered at the sensation.

Now, I remember these feelings.

He sucked in my stiff cock and I trembled again. I didn't know if I could remain standing, so I sat down. He followed me and as I sat down on the tiles, he moved to lie down on his stomach, putting his body right between my legs. I gripped on to his wet, wavy brown hair, but not hard; more tender and loving. With the experience from sucking Bull's cock, he was splendid with mine.

"Bring yours around here," I suggested.

"Why?"

"So I can do you, too."

"But, you already did."

"Just do it before I beat you to a pulp."

"Yeah, I'm worried."

But, he did it anyway. We fluidly moved into a sixty-nine position, expertly sucking each others' cocks. It was actually fun, now, to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. I built towards my climax and came first, but soon after, returned to sucking him off. I didn't stop till he came again. Both of us came without shooting a drop of jizm, but it was no less wonderful.

"Your cock was bigger than Bull's," Simon commented as we climbed back up to complete our showers.

"Yeah, they're giving me some kind of growth serum in my shots. For some reason or other, they want me to have a bigger one."

"Lucky you," we heard from the entrance.

Both of us turned to see James and Alex standing there, watching us. We looked at each other and then back.

"You looked like you were having so much fun, that we didn't want to interrupt," Alex explained.

"Great," Simon sarcastically moaned. "Now, they'll think we're fags or something."

James walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No," he said, looking at him straight in the eye. "You're our friend."

It was one of the few times I'd ever seen James take something so seriously.

I went over and sat down on the tiles, with my back against the wall. I needed a few seconds to relax.

"You okay, Seth?" Alex asked.

"Yeah, just thinking about how much more we can go through," I said, thinking about it all.

James came over and sat down next to me. Alex did the same on my left side. Simon joined us to James's right side. The four of us sat there for a while, just allowing the water to pelt our young bodies. It was a moment's respite in months of severe stress. Without warning, or being asked, Simon turned over and moved in between James's legs. He made the same swipe of the smaller cock with his tongue and then sucked the stiffening member into his mouth.

"Want to join in?" I asked Alex, but not looking at him fully. He didn't even hesitate.

"Why not? Can we do what you and Simon were doing?"

"Sure."

So, I slid over and began sucking on him. He maneuvered around to do the same for me and we started where Simon and I left off. Alex wasn't as good a cocksucker as Simon, but he did his best. I, however, brought him to cumming sooner than he thought was possible. It's fascinating to watch a preteen boy cum. I knew it wasn't Alex's first; he'd been jacking off at night, but it was still interesting to see it happen.

"Mind if we join in?"

We turned our heads to see Mike, Leon, Scott, and Jeff standing in the entry way.

"It's a free country," I said, shrugging.

Alex and I split up. Mike and Scott paired off in one section of the shower, while Leon walked over to Alex. I sat back down against the wall and Jeff came over to join me.

"Up for another round?"

"Sure. Why not?" I answered.

I slid down and away from the wall again. He straddled my head and lowered his mouth onto my cock while feeding me his. The whole shower room was filled with sounds of either sucking or someone cumming for the next half an hour. I came again before it was all done with, but that was the extent of it for me. I did help a few others with theirs, though.

"I thought niggers were supposed to be well hung," I teased Leon after sucking him off.

"Hey, I'm only nine; give me a few years."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I kidded again.

"You're starting to enjoy it, aren't you?" Powers asked as he finished fucking me for a second time that Friday night.

"Do you want an honest answer, Master?" I asked, looking at him seriously.

"If you lie to me, you'll be spending a week in the punishment room," he warned.

"Yes, Sir," I said, and then thought about his question. "No, Sir; I'm not liking it. Your cock still hurts me, and I don't like the feeling from getting it, but I do it because you tell me to."

"What do you mean by 'feeling from getting it'?"

"I don't know," I said, shrugging and turning away from him.

"Talk to me, Seth," he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Contrary to what you might be thinking of me or actually do think of me, I do care about you. So, talk to me; tell me what you're feeling."

I took a deep breath before answering him.

"I… feel embarrassed when you do it," I said.

"You know that when I say that I know what you mean, you can trust me that I do. Right?" I nodded, remembering the story he told me. "You feel ashamed of it."

"Yes, Sir," I said, with my eyes watering.

"Come here," he said softly.

I moved towards him and he pulled me into a loving embrace. I cried on his chest, but it wasn't a bawling type of cry; more gentle, easy. When I moved away from him, he asked me if I felt better, and I nodded.

After over four months of training, it was becoming difficult for any one of us to separate ourselves from the herd when it came to points. The twelve of us were separated by only a few points. For example; Mike won that week and only eight points divided him from Philip and Ben, both in last place. They had to duke it out for last place, with Philip edging out Ben with a chokehold. I was fourth place that week. From then on, points were precious.

The next day, I was working out in the weight room and Jeff walked inside. It was then that I noticed; there was no red line around his neck.

"Hey," he said, nodding to me.

"Hey," I answered back.

There was an awkward pause for a moment. I stopped what I was doing to look at him fully. He seemed uncomfortable. It took a few of those gauche moments before he spoke again.

"Don't you think you've waited long enough?"

"Huh?"

I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about. When he turned and looked at the door, leading to the main workout area, it still took me a second to catch on. Then, the light bulb lit up in my head. His special room.

"You're sure about this?" I asked, making sure. I guess not only for him, but myself as well.

"If you are," he said, with an affirming nod.

I thought about it and nodded back to him. I put the weights away and we walked into the PR where Ben was still having his punishment session. He was standing in the middle of the room in a 'crucified position', being pulled apart by the chains. The harness was on his head, blinding him. Headphones were over his ears and I could tell they were tormenting them. The ballgag that was in his mouth was preventing a great deal of sound coming out, but he was still trying to voice some displeasure. His suit was the same one I wore, but there was nothing milking his cock, so it was just hanging out in front.

"Don't worry; he can't hear us. He'll never even know we were here."

"I know. I was at this point once, but it was much worse."

"Oh?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, try it out; you'll see what I'm talking about," I told him.

"I just might do that," he said, with a smirk.

"Come on," I said, and we left Ben to his agony.

We walked inside the other room and I saw that it hadn't changed very much. The only difference was that I'd changed. I now understood what a lot of those implements were to be used for.

On one wall were rows of canes, floggers, whips, crops, and straps; all designed to inflict a significant amount of damage on someone. Another wall held dildos, buttplugs, and a hose with the milking device, different gags, and the fucking machine next to it. The third wall had different collars, cuffs, ropes, chains, and some things that could be used for electrical purposes. The last wall was nothing but a wall-length mirror with lights coming out at us from the sides. I wondered if the mirror was hiding a room where others could watch.

"I'd almost forgotten what was in here," I commented to myself.

"I haven't," Jeff said with a little smile.

I turned to him. I looked him over for a few seconds. There wasn't a mark on him anywhere. Taking a deep breath, I made sure he wanted to do something in here.

"Absolutely," he said with an emphatic nod.

"Okay, then," I answered, taking a deep breath, "how far do you want to go with it? I mean with pain and time-wise."

"I leave that up to you, Seth," he said, looking at me with wanting eyes.

"Okay… !"

I saw what looked like a pine box over in a corner. I smiled a crooked smile.

"Stay here and close your eyes. Don't move."

"Right."

He closed his eyes and I made my way to the box. It was about eighteen inches [50 cm] square with hinges on two sides, holes on one and a hinge-lock on the last side. I opened the lock on the one side. Inside the box was layered with foam, but a circle was cut out leading to the holes to the outside. There was another circle I'd missed when I initially inspected it, as it was on the bottom of it; large enough to fit around someone's neck.

I took the box over to Jeff. I put the hole in the foam where his mouth and nose were and then closed it around his head. The opening at the bottom fit perfectly around his neck, right at where his collar was, without causing much undue wear on his neck.

"Can you hear me?" I asked. He didn't move. "I guess that's a 'no'." I smiled and locked the padlock, securing his head inside. He wasn't panicking, so I figured he was getting enough air.

From there, I went to the wall where the bindings were hung. I got two sets and placed them on his wrists and arms right above the elbows. They were locked together, straight down his back. I brought the chain down from above us, secured it onto his wrist cuffs, and then took out the slack. I continued retracting the chain until he was bent over at the waist.

I retrieved two more cuffs and they went on his ankles. His legs were pulled apart and linked onto the rings on the floor. To make sure he didn't have to stress his neck muscles out, I got the two chains from the corners and put them on the ring at the top of the box. They were also pulled tight. The boy was going nowhere; I knew that feeling.

"Lemme out, Seth," I heard him moan. It was a muffled sound coming from the box, but it was loud enough that I heard him.

I hesitated. For a moment, my mind flashed back to my times in the PR, and I remember suffering and wishing someone would get me out of it. I went to the box and was about to unlock it, but stopped. I remembered what he said to me before; he liked it that someone was hurting him. I knelt down to see his little dick was as hard as a rock. Then I knew; it was an act.

"Please, Seth? It's really hurting my arms."

His arms were indeed showing a little stress, but after four months of working out and getting tormented, I figured that he could handle it a little longer. If his hands turned a dark purple, then I'd take him down. Maybe.

"So, he likes electricity, eh?" I thought out loud.

There was a long stick with two prongs stuck out on the end. A knob was at the other end of it. I pulled it from the wall, and turned the knob to the first setting. To test it, I put my finger on both prongs and got a shock.

"Ow! Wow!" I exclaimed, shaking the sensation from my hand. "Oh, yeah; this'll do nicely."

I stuck it to the meat of his upturned buttcheeks and he jumped at the sensation, but no yelp came from him. I turned up the juice to the second setting and repeated. He jumped again, but still kept quiet. I was up to the fifth setting on the prod when he finally yelped at it. From there, I made contact with his butt several more times, having him jump and yelp with each touch. His dick didn't even think about getting soft.

"I wonder what he'd do with this…" I asked the quiet room and moved behind him.

I knelt down and touched his balls with the end of the prod. He didn't yelp; he screamed. I smiled. I was beginning to understand the allure of being put in charge of someone else's pain and torment.

"Please stop, Seth," he begged, but his dick told a different story. Mine was also getting quite hard at the fun.

I maneuvered around to sit on the floor in front of him. I cranked it up one more notch to the sixth position and plied it right to the tip of his dick.

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! STOP! OW, OW, OW! STOP! PLEASE!" He screamed and begged and pleaded with me for quite a while before I took it away. But, almost immediately stuck it right to his balls. The scream was louder.

He strained on the chains and bindings, but they held. His head kept trying to break free from the chains to thrash around, but they also held. I finally pulled it away and he gasped out in relief. I smiled and rolled out from under him.

I checked over his arms to see that they were doing okay; not too dark of purple. From there, the cattle prod was replaced and I picked up a silver dildo that was connected to an electrical power pad. There was a tube of lubrication on the side and I took it with me as I made my way back over to Jeff. A little bit of lube was squirted on his back door's hole as I prepared him for the next phase of my plan.

The dildo was run along his buttcrack a few times, until I felt ready to pierce him with the tip of it. He flinched as I touched the tip of it to his anus.

"Oh, jeeze, Seth; don't," he whined.

I looked around to his dick and it was still hard; leaking on the floor, actually. I smirked and began pushing it inside him. He groaned out in pain, but I continued feeding it to him. Jeff tried to pull down his arms again, but the chain stopped him effectively. His fingers were moving as if they were trying to grasp something, but couldn't. I smirked and continued feeding the dildo to his upturned spread ass.

"Ow, ow, Seth; it's hurting," he complained. I ignored him completely.

After these brief minutes with Jeff, I had caught on to his little acting behavior. The dildo hit its widest point and he screeched at being spread so widely, but then it slimmed out and he quieted back down. It wasn't a plug, but the slim part of it at the end helped keep the rod inside his asshole.

I returned my attentions to the wall. There was a copper wrap that I saw that I wanted. I took it down and sat down behind him. With one hand, I pulled his nuts down from his dick, and with the other, I wrapped the copper parachute around them. I call it a chute, because that was what it looked like when it was fully wrapped round his jewels.

The control pad had two clips from it. I attached one clip to the edge of the copper parachute and the other to the head of his dick. The teeth on the clip dug into the skin of his dick a little, eliciting a slight moan and flinch from him. Then I turned my attentions to the pad.

On the right side was the power setting; one thru thirty. On the left side of the pad was another set of settings that I didn't understand. I put the setting on the right on six and the left on one. I flipped the switch and Jeff's muscles tensed, but he remained silent. The pad made a small, steady humming noise as well. I decided to experiment with the left side settings with the power on six.

Number two was a pulse, having Jeff flinch as each pulse went through his private areas. The third setting was a pulse that built up and then calmed down, but he didn't react all that much to it. The fourth was a random pulse.

After much experimentation, I decided on something else. I turned up the juice to the twentieth setting and put the left side on a long, building setting. Jeff was twitching at level ten, groaning at twelve, yelling at fifteen and screaming at eighteen. At twenty, he was practically shrieking in agony. His body was almost going into convulsions, but I had a feeling he could handle it. As the intensity got there, it held it for a few moments and then began decreasing it back down to one.

I set the pad down and moved to the other side of the room to watch. The time it took for the pad to go from one to twenty and back down again was about seven minutes or so. Jeff screamed again as it got to the same level. I enjoyed listening to him scream for a while and then the intensity dropped again.

My own cock got hard and I jacked off to Jeff struggling and then screaming through another peak of intense electric shock. My four-incher [10 cm] took the brutality of a hard jacking and I shook through a powerful orgasm as Jeff went through another cycle. I had to lie there for a few minutes, listening to the hum of the pad decrease before I could recover my senses enough to stand.

"Now, that was great," I said to myself.

I crawled over to the pad and bumped up the intensity to twenty-two.

"Oh God, no! It's too much, Seth! Please, make it stop!" He screamed and began shrieking incoherently as it topped out at the new setting. I had no intentions of letting him out of it. He wanted the pain and he was getting it. The new setting also took a minute or so longer to go through the cycle.

"Have fun, Jeff," I told him, knowing he wouldn't hear me anyways, but for my own sadistic pleasure. I patted him on his smooth butt and left the room.

I made it through the PR, noticed Ben for a few seconds, and headed towards the cafeteria for some lunch. I was the first one there, so I just got my food and had a seat at one of the tables.

"Where's Jeff?" James asked as he walked in.

"Why're you asking me?"

"Because he wasn't in the barracks room or the showers or the common's room. And you weren't either. So, I figured that he was with you."

"You're getting smarter every day, you know that?"

"You want to answer my question?"

"Not really."

"I could beat it outta you, you know," he threatened; smirking.

"Just try it," I retorted.

James snorted and went to get his lunch. Simon, Alex, and Leon joined us next. We sat around talking for a while before Jones walked in the room. He looked right at me and motioned for me to come to him.

"Never leave someone tied up alone, Seth," he said in a soft voice when I got to him.

"You have been watching, haven't you?" I asked, taking a step back.

"Only to make sure both of you were safe, but it's not safe to leave him like that."

"Yes, Sir," I said, and headed towards the room.

I got there just as the electricity had made its peak, sending Jeff through some convulsions again. He was blubbering from inside the box as the current subsided back to one. I turned the electricity off to let him rest. Without disconnecting anything, I went to where the box was locked on to his head and unlocked it. I let it fall to the ground.

"How do you feel?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"Sore. My arms are hurting a lot, Seth," he said, but didn't complain. His slanted eyes and face were red from all the crying he'd done. His hair was matted to the sides of his head; presumably from sweating. He looked a bit of a mess, but I was unyielding.

"I'm sure they are, Jeff," I commented casually, "but you're not getting out. You left it up to me, and I don't think you've had enough yet."

"But I have; I swear it! Please let me out!"

"No. And any more complaints and I'll leave you like this all night."

He shut up.

"You want some water?"

"Please," he said, nodding.

I nodded back as I got up and left the room. I got some water in a glass with a straw from the cafeteria and then headed back to him. He sucked down some serious water before I pulled it away from him.

"Since you're in the sucking mood…," I said, lining my cock up to his lips.

"No way! I ain't doin' that."

He'd already sucked me off the day before, so I figured it was his way of saying that I had to make him suck me.

"Fine."

I went around and adjusted the controls on the pad. I flipped it to the constant stream and turned it up to thirty. He screamed the second I hit the switch on. I held it that way for several minutes, allowing him to get it out of his system. Then, I turned it off.

"Well…?" I asked.

"Alright," he gasped, nodding his head.

"If I feel a tooth, I'll turn this on and leave you here for hours," I told him as I circled around to his front side.

He nodded his understanding.

I bent my cock down and put it to his lips again. He opened his mouth for me. I didn't waste any time in getting my boyhood into his oral cavity. The warmth engulfed my preteen tool and it felt just as wonderful as ever. Holding on to his ears, I began face-fucking him in earnest.

As I'd jacked off only a few hours ago, it took some time before I finished. He did an expert job of sucking on me, and it was enough to finish me off. Panting, I collapsed back down to the floor for a respite. Once rested, I grabbed the box and began moving it towards his head.

"Oh, jeeze, no, Seth; please don't put that back on me," he begged.

"Oh, quit your bitching, Jeff. You enjoy this and you know it."

"NO!" he cried as I encased his head fully.

I tightened the slack in the chains as his cries became more muffled. I decided to leave the lightning rod in his butt and the things on his nuts and cock, but I didn't want to resume the shock treatment to him. Not yet, anyway.

There were several instruments used for hitting. I was very familiar with at least one of them; the cane. Retrieving it from the wall, I swung it through the air to get the feel of the sadistic thing. It didn't seem like much, but I did remember the pain of it.

"He'll love it, probably," I said as I closed in on my victim.

I lined it up to his butt and swung against it. He yelled out from inside the box. The strike left an angry red horizontal mark.

"Not too hard, Seth," I heard a voice comment into the room.

It startled me and I looked around, but no one was there. I turned towards the mirror, took a deep breath, settling down a little from my own fright, and nodded. The next hit was softer, but still left Jeff screaming and a mark from it. I wanted to see if he'd actually cum from getting hit on his butt. He did. At the fifteenth strike, Jeff shook through an orgasm of his own.

I replaced the cane on the wall and went to the electricity pad. Just to let him know I was still there, I turned it on full tilt. He screamed again and again until I stopped it.

"Better stop before I cook his nuts," I commented to the room.

That would be a good idea.

Bad timing, there.

Stay out of this!

I removed the copper parachute from his nuts and the clip from his cock. He let out a sigh in relief again. I wasn't through, though. Jeff needed a paddling. And Jeff was going to get one. There was a mean looking one with small studs along its length.

"Definitely!" I said to myself in glee.

Again, I took my place to his side and brought the paddle down on his lined buttcheeks. He was screaming again by the second one. The screaming changed again to shrieking after the fifth hit. I looked down to see that his cock was rock hard again, but there would be no cumming this time. The paddling stopped after the tenth hit and it was put back in its place on the wall.

He hit the ground the instant I undid his arms from the chain. All the other things were already removed from his body, so, he was totally free at this point. He turned over to lie on his stomach and stretch his body out.

"How do you feel?" I asked as he lay there, panting.

"I didn't know you could be so sadistic," he said, but was smiling.

"Now you know, I suppose. I guess you won't want me to do this again…?"

"I didn't say that," he said, smiling again. "You gave me what I was looking for. I just didn't know you could do it so good."

"After the times I've spent in the PR, I've stored up a few ideas."

I massaged his bruised backside for him, working out some of the pain. There was a cream in the room to help in the healing and I used that as well. My cock got hard again as we sat there in silence. As it was right in his face, Jeff saw it.

"I can take care of that for you," he offered.

"Nobody's stopping you."

I opened my legs for him to have at my cock. And after the experience he'd just gone through, I figured he'd want the same thing. So, I circled around and began sucking him off, too. We both finished at about the same time. Our climaxes weren't earth shattering, but they were good enough for two preteen boys to enjoy.

Our routine was simple now; obstacle course on Monday and Wednesday, weapons on Tuesday and Thursday, and our normal tests and fights on Friday. We'd learned by this time how to win without doing too much damage to another person, so the fights weren't as devastating.

Each evening, after each exercise, though, I got fucked by Powers or him and another trainer. He'd stopped my serving training and concentrated all the time on me taking him up my ass. I began to think that this may not be part of my training any longer, and that he was doing it only because he could. But, at the time, all I could do was lie there and take it; speculation would have to wait till later.

"What makes you think that?" Alex asked one evening after a particularly difficult shagging.

"I don't know. It's just that I can't get the thought out of my head that he's only doing it for that reason."

"Maybe it was just for that reason all along," James offered.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

"Well, maybe all of this is some sort of plan to get all of us. Like what they're doing to Seth."

"All they'd have to do is do it, not go through all of this training," Leon said, throwing in his two cents' worth.

"Plus, they'd be doing it by now with all of you if that were true, James," I offered.

I had a bad week in the twenty-first week, sending me to the PR for twenty-four hours. I was fearful of that amount, but it was nothing like before. True to their word, they did nothing more than tie me up in the suit and have me stand in the center of the room with my arms and legs secured. I amused myself by counting the time and imagining I was anywhere else in the world. The time passed faster than I would have thought. Before I knew it, it was Saturday evening and Jones was letting me out of the suit.

In the twenty-second and twenty-third weeks, we got a few surprises. In the twenty-second week, Mr. Charles, Leon's trainer, taught us how to repel down a wall and out of a helicopter. Outside of shooting guns, that was the most fun I'd had in months. The next week, he taught us how to parachute out of a plane; another extremely exciting and fun adventure. Only Philip had problems with both of them; fear of heights. He got over it, but it still bothered him each time we did it.

One of the things we liked about it was the ability to wear clothing for the duration of that training. We had to strip back down for the evenings, but at least we were clothed during the day. We also were able to leave the facility to do the parachute training, something else we liked about it.

The following two weeks, Mr. Sweet, Scott's buffed trainer, taught us about map reading and how to tell where a person was on the map by the terrain. Most of us, me included, did okay with it, but it was Remmie that did the best. Bull had problems deciphering a compass; it was kind of pathetic, actually. Thankfully, because we were outdoors, we were clothed. December was a nice month, but with snow on the ground, I'd rather have something covering my body.

At the end of the week marking our six month anniversary of being in that place, there was a small celebration and no one was sent to the PR. It was also around the time of Christmas, so things were lighter in the workouts and classes. It was a time of reflection, so we took an inventory of how far we'd progressed.

Simon was the one that had made the most progress in the area of personal assertiveness and confidence. He was so sure of himself that almost nothing bothered him, but he wasn't obnoxious about it. I believed that it was the weekend Bull was gone that had helped him the most, but a close second would have been the ability of using weapons.

James had gone in the other direction and finally had begun not mouthing off all the time. It had cost him too much in the way of points, sending him to the PR more than it would have if he had held his tongue. James was still a little cocky, but not as brash about it. I still liked and admired him, but all the more now that he was a little more diplomatic with his attitude.

Alex and I had gotten a lot closer in friendship. He'd advanced well in schooling, but weapons were still giving him fits. He had really enjoyed the parachuting weeks. So much so that he ran out of the airplane when it was time to jump.

Leon's advancement came in the way of knowledge as well. When he'd first gotten there, he was all physical, with school giving him problems. However, throughout those six months, he'd really applied himself to the classes and improved dramatically.

Physically, it was Scott that did the best. At the beginning, he was a fat tub of lard. After six months of weights, swimming, running, and dieting, he'd slimmed down to a respectable size. He was slightly 'big-boned', but very toned. His cock had also grown in length and girth along with mine. Both of ours were about four and a half inches [11½ cm] long fully hard.

Jeff and I had visited the special punishment room only once more from that first time till that Christmas celebration. I had him tied over a sawhorse. He was thrashed with the cane, paddle, and flogger for hours. Even the bottoms of his feet were assaulted. Jeff screamed for hours, but came several times, too. That was also the first time I fucked him. He actually kissed me when I finally let him up. Concerning advancement, it was only in the classroom that he made any progress. Fighting had always been his forte.

Ben, Remington, Philip, and Mike made progress as well, but didn't really stand out in the way the others did. And then there was Bull. He'd had his problems, especially after I kicked his ass that day, but did improve. His improvements were mainly in the area of bodyweight and some classroom stuff. The problem Bull had was his inability to actually learn. I didn't know if he was dyslexic or some other form of learning disorder, but whatever it was, he never did all that well with classes or languages. I supposed they did pick him to be cannon fodder after all. I wondered how long he would actually live once we'd gotten our assignments.

"Well, at least you haven't been fucked this week, Seth," James commented as we sipped some eggnog together.

"True, but I'd rather have that than be stuck with all of you people," I shot back with a smirk. Everyone sort of snorted in answer.

"Oh really?" he asked, smirking back.

After setting his cup down, he ran over to me and jumped on top of me. We playfully wrestled around for a few seconds until I rolled over onto my stomach. James's hard-on was pressing into my back. I stopped.

"May I?" he asked, whispering into my ear.

I took a moment and then nodded. So, with all ten of the others watching us, he reached down and aimed his stiffy down towards my backdoor. I moved my legs apart to allow him entry. He slipped inside me easily.

"Mmmm, that feels good," he groaned as the warmth of my hole closed around him. "Although it has been well used."

"Fuck you," I shot back.

"No thanks; already in the middle of doing that," he retorted.

As he made his way fully inside me, we heard another moan come from across the room. When we turned towards it, we noticed Alex and Mike in a sixty-nine, and sucking hard on each others' tools. Simon made his way over to me and James, sitting down in front of me.

"You know you want to suck it, Seth," he said, putting his own erection to my face.

"Nah, it's not interesting enough; too small," I commented, smirking simultaneously.

"Skip the wisecracks and just suck it."

"Don't get too pushy, Simon," I growled back, turning serious.

"Sorry," he said, stepping back a little.

As James continued laying into me, I reached down and began sucking Simon's hairless dick. While the three of us continued our ménage trio, sounds of sucking, moaning, and fucking were filling the air from the rest of the group.

Jeff was being double-teamed by Leon, who's cock had grown a bit as well and was pummeling his ass, and Scott face-fucking him. Ben, Philip and Remmie were making a triangle with each of them blowing another. As no one really wanted to do anything with Bull, he was off by himself, jacking off. He'd tried with Simon before he came over to us, but Simon sloughed him off.

James finally came and pulled out of me. I finished Simon off shortly there after. Once I was done with him, he moved in to suck me off in return. I shook my head, no.

"What, then?" he asked.

All I did was make a circle in the air with my finger, indicating that I want him to turn around. He looked shocked, but turned anyways. I sat up, and aimed my nicely sized cock towards his rear entrance. He winced as I began feeding my pole to him, but otherwise remained silent. It wasn't until I'd broken through his barrier that he groaned at it.

"Oh, quit your bitchin', you know you want it," I told him, sending his own words back to him.

"You're too big, Seth," he said, wincing.

"Too fucking bad," I told him as I fed the rest of my cock to his innards.

Holding on to his hips, I began fucking him properly. As tight as he was, and as horned up as I was, it didn't take long for me to finish. I shuddered through a smooth orgasm and collapsed down on his back.

"Well, that felt good," I whispered in his ear.

"Speak for yourself," he growled back.

I giggled and then pulled out of him. We all finished and then relaxed.

Bull tried to muscle his way into the small group of Mike and Alex, but they also rebuffed him. It was actually amusing in a way; no matter how much time had passed since the fight, most of the others still didn't care all that much for Bull. It wasn't that any of us were unforgiving; it was just that we'd already had our friends and preferences.

That night, I fell asleep thinking that life in this place was actually improving.

The beginning of the following week, we didn't go to our classes. After breakfast, Jones packed us up into the bus and we headed out of the compound. We arrived at the airport where we'd been training for parachuting. All of us but Philip brightened up at that; another jump.

"Okay," Jones started, once we were lined up in front of him, "here's your assignment. You will be dropped into a field and will have to traverse the terrain to get to a rendezvous point. It will be approximately fifty miles [80 km] from your drop-point.

"You'll be given a map, a compass, the coordinates for the rendezvous, and a knife. Each of you will have a canteen and one ration of food. You have two days to make it to the rendezvous. If you are late, all twelve of you will spend the remainder of the week in the punishment room."

All of us suddenly shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold.

"Also, if any of you are seen by the local populace, the same thing will happen. Now, are there any questions?"

"Yes, Sir," James stated, raising his hand, "who's in charge of us once we get out there?"

"That's up to you. You can have a leader, or not. I'm not telling you how to do it, just do it."

"What do we do for food, Sir?" Scott asked. Some habits just die hard.

"Your problem, Scott; you fix it."

"What if one of us gets hurt, Sir?" I asked.

"You will be given an emergency beacon. If someone gets hurt bad enough, turn on the beacon and we'll get that person out. If the rest of you are late because of it, though, you'll be punished." We understood that with all too much clarity.

We dressed up in our skin-tight suits. A pallet held our gear, backpack, food, and water. It was going to be dropped in with us on a separate chute. Once we were ready, we boarded the plane and headed into the skies. An hour into the flight, we got into our chutes and checked ourselves out to make sure everything was secure. We got our warning and slipped on our goggles as the tailgate was lowered. We had some head coverings only to keep our heads warm for the jump.

"Ready for this?" I asked, turning towards Alex.

"Hell yes," he answered back with a grin.

"How's Philip?"

We both turned towards him. He looked a bit green, so I walked over to him.

"You'll be okay, Phil," I told him encouragingly.

"Thanks," he said, but didn't really put his heart into it.

The yellow light came on, and I had to move into position. My altimeter told me we were about eleven thousand feet [3,300 m] up. I set my feet and when the light turned green, I jumped. It was exhilaration at its best. The cold wind hit my covered face. At about nine thousand feet [2,750 m] or so, I turned over to see the others; they were there and doing fine. I flipped back over and continued my descent.

I popped my chute at three thousand and guided it towards a clearing just below me. Alex, being the one most comfortable with the parachuting, waited till two thousand before deploying his chute.

Showoff.

"Now what?" Ben asked, once we'd assembled.

"Let's get out of here," Remmie offered.

"Do what?" Simon asked, incredulously.

"Now's our chance to escape this bullshit. No offense, Bull."

"Yeah, good luck with that," I said, once the giggles had died down.

"What do you mean?" he asked back.

"Our collars, Remmie," I said, pointing to mine. His hand went to his and he frowned.

"How the fuck could you have forgotten those?" James asked while trying to control his own chuckles.

"Okay, then," Remmie said, after resigning to his fate, "what do we do now?"

"We need a leader," Mike suggested.

"I agree," Ben said, with all of the others nodding in accordance.

"I'll do it," James said proudly.

"Oh yeah, only because you've been so successful at it so far," Leon muttered with the rest of us snickering. "I say Seth."

"Agreed," Jeff followed.

"Me too," Alex chimed in.

"Let's vote on it," James said, thinking that he might get more votes than me. It was ten to zero in favor of me. I never had to say a word.

"Alright," I said, taking a breath, "Bull, you, Scott, James, and Leon go get the supplies and bring them back here."

They nodded and headed off towards it. I took a look around to see where we were; it was obviously in the mountains and northern ones, too.

"Where do you think we are?" Ben asked.

"Probably the Rocky Mountains somewhere," I said, thinking, "but, specifically, I don't know."

The others returned with the supplies. I dug inside and pulled out the backpack. I handed the compass and map to Remmie.

"Find out where we are and where we need to go," I told him.

Remmie nodded and opened both items. Alex worked with him too. I dug back into the supplies to find the food and beacon. There was also a long rope amongst the supplies. All of it was placed into the backpack. The knife was secured to the outside of it. There was a watch among the supplies and I handed it to Simon. I had James and Mike fill all the canteens from the water jug; each of us had two quarts of water to start out with. There wasn't much left in the jug, so I decided we should all drink as much as we could and then leave the jug behind.

While the canteens were being filled, Remmie showed me where we were and where we needed to get to. I nodded in understanding.

"Bull, you and Scott switch off carrying the backpack," I said, handing it to him. He looked a little stunned.

"Why us?" Scott asked.

"Because you're the stupidest of us," James chided.

"Fuck you, Hostetler," Scott countered.

"You're not my type."

"Knock it off, guys," I interrupted them. "Argue along the way; we're burnin' daylight, here." They both settled down. I turned my attentions back to only Bull and Scott. "It's because you two are the biggest of us. Got it?"

They both nodded and Bull picked up the backpack. It wasn't too heavy, so I knew they could handle it, but it was just being singled out from the others that they didn't like. Once that was settled, I turned to everyone.

"Now, Remmie and Alex will take the lead. Simon's with me, and I want our two pack carriers together and walking in front of me. Ben and Philip together, Leon and James, Mike and Jeff.

"One thing I'm going to have to make a standing rule; no one goes off alone; ever. Guys, we're in the middle of the Rockies in the wintertime and things are dangerous enough as it is. There's no telling what we're gonna run into to, so even if you gotta take a shit or something, no one goes alone.

"Any questions to any of that?"

All of them shook their heads, no.

"Okay," I said, turning to my two leads, "set off at a good pace, but not too fast. We got a long way to go, and we don't want to tire ourselves out too much."

"Right," Alex said, nodding with an emphatic affirmation.

Remmie and Alex took their places at the front with Bull and Scott behind them. Simon and I took up residence behind them and we started off. James and Leon brought up the rear.

"Why did you want us in front of you, Seth?" Scott asked once we got on our way.

"Because you guys are carrying the pack. It's reasonable to assume that you two will tire out before the rest of us, so I have to set the pace by your tempo."

"You really do know what you're doing, don't you?" Simon asked as Scott turned away, visibly impressed.

"Nah, I'm just making it up as I go along," I said, followed by sniggers.

We were heading southward. I wanted to cover at least thirty miles [50 km] before we crashed for the night. So, I did some math in my head and figured that if we did about two to three miles an hour [3-5 km/h], we'd have it done before midnight. Remmie did as I asked and set a nice, steady pace. It allowed the rest of us to gaze around and enjoy the scenery. The day was nice and the air had a crispness to it.

About two hours into it, we stopped so Scott could take on the pack and I could find out how far we'd traveled. Remmie told me by the map, we'd gone about four miles [6½ km]. I was discouraged.

"But, Seth, that's as the crow flies," he informed me. "You're forgetting the hills of the terrain."

"Oh yeah," I said, realizing my mistake. "Can you determine how far it is from where we were to where we're going on the map; 'as the crow flies'?"

"Sure. I already did; just under forty miles, or sixty-five km's."

"And we're at four," I said, mainly to myself, but he nodded anyway. I thanked him and left.

We broke for a light lunch about two hours later, having completed just over eight miles on the map. I just had some crackers from the rations, trying to make them last longer. Bull and Scott didn't want to, but they did likewise. The others were already following my lead in that.

"We're gonna starve before we get there, you know," Scott was saying as we stood to continue our walk.

"You can go up to three weeks without food, Scott," Jeff told him. He knew from experience, I supposed.

"Where's Remmie and Alex?" I asked, looking around.

We searched for a few minutes, and Ben found them. They were sucking each other off behind a set of bushes. And from the looks of things, thoroughly enjoying the experience. With the others snickering at it, I scowled.

"We ain't got time for that, guys," I complained, shaking my head. "Do it tonight when we're trying to stay warm."

They sheepishly put their peckers back into their pants and we headed off. We had two more breaks, making it just under thirteen miles before we hit our first big snag; a road. I had us cross two at a time, with me and Simon bringing up the rear. We made sure we stayed out of sight if any cars came along, and only crossed when it was totally clear. No cars bothered us, so we crossed easily.

The road had pretty much told us where we were on the map; right where Remmie told us we were. It was uncanny how accurate he was with that thing.

"Someone will have to give him a blowjob for this tonight," I said to Simon. The others chuckled along with him.

As it was winter, the days were shorter and night was encroaching quickly upon us. Simon told me that it was about five o'clock or so as the sun began setting. We'd only gone another two miles [3 km] when it started really setting and turning cold.

"We need to find shelter, Seth," Mike suggested, but I nixed that idea quickly.

"Look, I want to stop, too, but if we do, we'll have the bulk of the traveling to do in less than a day. Remember, we have to get there by nine o'clock tomorrow night or all of this is going to be useless.

"It's better if we continued on as much as possible today and then we'll have less to travel tomorrow. But, we can take a break for now."

It was a fair compromise, so we had a small dinner. I found out where we were on the map from Remmie. Gauging how far we had to go, I picked a stopping point somewhere along the way for us to stop for the night and Remmie nodded.

We got going again, only to be stopped an hour later by another road. I growled to myself.

"Okay, just like before," I told them and they nodded. Remmie and Alex went first, followed by Bull and Scott with the pack. The others went in pairs as well. James and Leon crossed just before Simon and I were to go. Taking a deep breath, we bolted for the other side. Halfway across, I slipped as I stopped to hear something from around the bend in the road. I was dazed, but only momentarily. The sound I'd heard was a Mack truck.

Instead of trying to make it to the side, which I knew was almost impossible, I turned into the direction and covered my head. The truck straddled me with its tires and passed over me. It didn't hit its brakes or make any weird sounds, but continued on its way. Hyperventilating a little, I turned over and scrambled into the woods before anything else came along on the road.

"Always have to make things difficult; don't you?" Simon asked as I got to him.

I flipped him off in response.

"We ain't got the time for that. Remember?" Alex put in.

As the others laughed simply, I took some deep breaths to recover my senses.

"Okay," I said, finally, "let's go."

They nodded and after checking the map with the flashlight and compass, Remmie and Alex headed out. As Bull and Scott had been carrying the pack the whole way, I decided to give them a small break. For the next two hours, James and Leon shared the load. And Simon and I took it for the two hours after that.

Remmie had us stop all of a sudden when our time was getting close to eleven. I walked up, still wearing the pack, to see what the problem was. I knew we were still some distance off from the point I suggested. The problem was a cliff.

"Oh, fuck," I said to myself.

"Yep," Alex commented.

I looked down, but with no illumination, it was difficult to see the bottom. I sighed as the others gathered around to see.

"Okay, lets' go ahead and see how far down this goes. If it's not too bad, we'll repel down and then camp here for the night."

"Sounds good," Simon agreed.

I took the pack off and dug through it to get to the rope. I unwound it and found the middle. I tied a loop there and then hooked the rope through the arms of the pack. Scott and Bull held on to the end of the rope and then we lowered the pack down the side of the cliff. It hit the bottom with some slack. They pulled it back up while I hammered the spike into the ground.

"Who goes first?" I asked. No one volunteered. "No, really, it's okay; I'll go first."

The others snickered a little as I took my place with the rope next to the edge. Taking another deep breath, I began my descent down the edge of the cliff. The rope had indeed made it all the way to the bottom. I stood aside and watched my fellow classmates lower themselves down. It took some time, but we managed the climb.

Remmie and Alex came behind me and I took the opportunity to look at the map better.

"This is probably the best place, Seth," Remmie said, gauging the map.

"Alright," I sighed. I wasn't too keen on the fact that we were stopping before I wanted to, but there wasn't much shelter from the elements any farther south. We worked together to dig out a section in the snow for all of us to bed down. All of us huddled in a close group to keep warm and finally fell asleep shortly there after.

The next day, we woke up later than I'd wanted. All of us were to blame, so we just had to bear it as a group. The map told us that we had about roughly fifteen more miles [25 km] to go, if we were flying. Remmie told me it was more like about twenty or so. Everyone sort of groaned at that realization.

"We're over half way there, guys, but as we've slept in a little too much, we've got to get going. No more breaks every other hour; we're going to have to stretch it out."

They all agreed, albeit reluctantly. By Simon's watch, we had just over twelve hours to traverse twenty miles [30 km]. With no more food breaks to worry about, we just walked. Remmie's gait was steady, but a little slower. All of us were tired, for sure. We managed pretty well and took a break around noon. I was informed that we'd gone about ten miles [15 km] in that time; just about three and a half hours. Armed with that info, I decided to allow the group to rest longer than was needed. That was a mistake.

While we were sitting there, the weather began moving in. The sky, already cloudy, got worse. All of us were getting concerned; me most of all.

"How much longer do you think we have?" Ben asked.

"Do I look like a fucking weather man?" I snapped back at him. He took a step back from me. I stopped. "I'm sorry, Ben, I didn't mean that. I'm worried about it also." He nodded and smiled back, accepting my apology.

"But to answer your question; I don't know. All we can do is keep going."

He nodded back again. I told the others; no more breaks. They agreed. The first snow flurries hit about an hour later. Being cautious, I decided to take the rope out and tie our belt-loops to it in our pairs. If the weather was going to get worse, we needed to have a way of keeping together. According to my map-reader, we'd traversed almost three of the much needed miles [5 km] during that hour.

"How much farther, Remmie?" I asked, hoping for a conservative answer. The snow was beginning to really pick up some momentum.

"About another five or six miles [8-10 km]," he said simply.

In my opinion, he might as well have said five or six hundred miles. I wasn't alone in that sentiment.

I was thankful that the wind wasn't too bad, but the snow mixed with the wind was making it difficult to see very much. Remmie had told me, upon reexamining the map, that there weren't any more cliffs up ahead. That, at least, was good news.

We had to stop every so often and readjust our heading, now that visibility was getting lower. I was thankful for the rope as it was harder and harder to see the two that were in the lead. We weren't in the middle of a blizzard, but it was enough to cause problems. At least I was hoping it wasn't a blizzard. It was now getting very slow going because of that. We only managed about a mile an hour because of it, but I wanted to be safer and make sure we hit the mark.

"You're sure of the direction, right?" I asked when it was getting really bad.

"Yeah," Remmie said, nodding. He'd had the compass out full time, now, and following just that. Alex was walking ahead of him, clearing things out of the way for him. I'd have to say one thing for him; he knew what he was doing.

With three hours left on the clock, we saw lights, and no town anywhere around. It had to be our rendezvous point. Still attached by the rope, all twelve of us, tired or not, ran the rest of the way.

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