Shakey Psyche

The Operative

Chapters 19-27

"FUCK YOU!!" I screamed back at my assailant.

"You will tell me everything I want to know, boy!" he growled back in English with a Russian accent. The man lashed my backside again with something thin and painful. I screeched in response.

I didn't know how long we'd been going at this; time had become irrelevant to me. I didn't know about how the others were doing. I didn't even know where I was. And not knowing was almost as bad as the beatings themselves. Almost.

All I knew was, I'd gone to bed on the Sunday night two weeks after our group's little adventure in the wild, and I woke up being assaulted. The roof of my cage had been opened and someone dressed completely in black jumped down into it with me. I'd woken up because something went over my mouth and it was difficult to breathe. But I got sleepy almost immediately afterward.

The next thing I knew, something was slashing against my buttocks; painfully, too. I was blind with some kind of harnessed hood over my head, covering my eyes and ears. I could hear, but it was muffled. Sight was totally nonexistent, though. I tried to move my arms and legs, but they were tied. I was vertical, but inverted, with my legs tied, painfully spread out wide above me, and my arms behind me. They were secured together, tied to the floor. That same floor was forcing my head to 'look' downward, into my chest. My nipples were on fire for some reason or other.

"What's going on?" I'd asked, only to get another slash across my butt. I screamed.

"I will ask the questions, boy," a gruff voice said in English with a Russian accent.

The man took a few moments to torment my groin with the same thing he'd just hit my butt with, eliciting several screams from me. Then he asked me some questions.

"Who are you?" he'd asked.

"Huh?"

"What is your name?" he rephrased.

"Why?"

He lashed the bottom of each of my feet with that thing and I screamed both times. It didn't feel like a cane, but it was just as thin as one. At the time, though, all thoughts of gauging the object were moot; whatever it was, was hurting me. A lot.

"I ask the questions, boy," he snarled back. "Now, what is your name?"

Should I lie? Would he know? Would it matter? All valid questions.

"Answer me!" he yelled, bringing the instrument down again on the space between my legs. I screamed again.

"ADAM!" I yelled, thinking of the first thing that came to mind. "My name's Adam."

"You are lying!" he yelled again with another slash of that thing.

"My name's Adam," I repeated with a little more force.

Two more lashes; one to each of the bottom of my upturned feet. God, that hurt the worst. Plus, blocking that sort of assault was out of the question.

"I will keep this up until you tell me the truth!"

"What do you want me to say? That's my real name!"

"I want the truth, boy!" Two more hits on my feet, bringing me to the brink of insanity with yelling.

It was then that I heard another yell, but it wasn't from inside the room. It came from somewhere else. I realized that the others were also grabbed. They were being tormented as well. That was something else; our facility only had three punishment rooms. If the others were here, we weren't at the training facility any longer. This was real!

"So, you heard one of the others scream," he said sadistically. "Good; then you know that we will get to the truth of all of this. Save yourself some pain, boy, and tell me everything."

"Like what?"

"Like what is your name?"

Back to that. Great.

"My… name… is… ADAM!" I bellowed at him, punctuating each word.

Two more lashes, but they were against the calves of my legs. I gritted my teeth at it, instead of screaming. For some odd reason or other, realizing that this was actually for real, gave me strength to resist.

"ADAM!" I cried when he asked again.

This went on for I don't know how long. Finally, he went on to the next question.

"Alright then, Adam, what were you doing at that facility?"

"Going to school," I answered, hoping that the answer would be enough. It wasn't and I got two more lashes against my chest for my half-truth.

"Now, I know you are lying, boy," he said, giving me another slash.

"Fuck you, then!"

"Such a filthy mouth. I'll have to wash it out for you," he said.

Moments later, a large amount of water was dumped on my upturned face. I coughed and choked as some of it went into my windpipe. Finally, I got it all out.

"Ready to be more cooperative, now?"

I thought about telling him where he could go with his suggestion, but reconsidered and just held my tongue. I heard him move around, but nothing hit me; which was a good thing.

"Well…?"

I gave no answer back. That was when I did get hit; hard. It was several times on my butt with that what-ever-it-was. I hissed, groaned, and grunted through all the hits, but no crying out.

"So, you are wanting to try my patience, eh?"

Time and time again he hit me. Other than grunts and groans, I remained silent. Even with a vicious strike to my unprotected balls, I was refusing to give in.

"FUCK YOU!!!" I'd just cried, knocking me out of my reverie of just how I got there. I screamed again as my balls got assaulted again.

"You will tell me everything I want to know, boy," he'd told me with another lash at my nuts. It did make me scream, but I buttoned it back up quickly. It finally stopped with a hit to my cock. I knew I had to be bleeding somewhere.

"Well, young one, I am impressed; very impressed." He paused and took a deep breath. "But, that will not save you. I will have your secrets."

"Go fuck your mother," I challenged, groaning in response to my pained body.

I got another dousing of the water, but I was ready for it this time and held my breath. Moments later, he left the room. While he was gone, I took a quick inventory of all that had happened; trying to piece together some plausible explanation as to how Russians could have gotten to us. The only thing that came to mind was some undercover agents had slipped into the country and gotten to the facility.

While I was whiling away the time, I heard another scream come from outside of the room. It sounded like James's voice, but I couldn't be sure. There was some pleading that came just afterward, sounding very close to Remmie's soprano. Another cry was familiar as well, but this one was definite; Alex.

The door opened and closed again, followed by footfalls. I brought my mind back to concentrating on my own predicament.

"Do I get your cooperation now?" he asked again. I ignored him. What would be the point behind hurling continuous more insults? "No? Fine."

He walked around me to stand on my backside where my arms were still bolted to the floor. A moment later, they weren't. He pulled them up towards my buttocks and I heard some clicks. I tried pulling my arms back away, but they were as stuck as the rest of me.

A moment later, he walked away to the far side of the room. I felt my body being lifted up from the floor by whatever was holding my legs up and apart. A few minutes later, I stopped rising, but didn't stop moving. I knew I'd been moved, but I couldn't say in which direction. Moments later, I freefell into water. Ice cold water, too.

Shocked, I almost drowned immediately upon entry, but I maintained some control and simply held on as best as I could. I struggled with it, trying to get above the water's surface, but it was nothing doing. Just as my air was about gone, I was pulled back up. I gasped, bringing in as much air into my lungs as possible. As I was raised back up, I continued sucking in air; heavily.

"Are you willing to tell me everything, yet? Or do we keep this up?"

I kept silent. A few moments later, freefall and water. This time I was prepared, but so was he. I was lowered farther into the water, almost completely before I was stopped. It lasted a little longer, but just as the air was almost gone again, he pulled me back out. He did the dunking thing more times than I could count. More than once, I thought about just taking in some water and getting it over with. The only thing I could think of was that I wouldn't want to leave the others like this; it would have been cowardly of me.

I supposed that the Russian finally realized that he wasn't getting anywhere with me like this, so he stopped it. I was brought back to the place I was before, but completely unhooked from the bar above me. He wasn't about to let me rest, though.

The bands on my arms were undone, and I had a fleeting thought of trying to escape, but I was way too weak for that nonsense. Besides, I was still blinded and didn't have clue one where I was or where to go. My arms were raised above my head, with my head in front of them, and the bands were reapplied to them at the wrists and elbows again. I was hoisted back up by my wrists almost immediately.

My legs were gruffly pulled apart, and, I'm assuming, chained to the floor. He walked over to me, and I was expecting another round with that thing he was using before. I was wrong.

"You are not strong enough to last much longer, boy," he hissed at me, very close. "You are small and weak."

"Stick your dick in a meatgrinder," I hissed back at him.

"You are most stubborn," he said. "Very well."

I heard him turn and leave the room. Moments later, I heard a 'hissing' sound. I didn't know what it was, but I assumed that it wasn't for my health. As it was the only thing I could do, I waited. Nothing was really happening, except the room was getting a little warmer. And then a little warmer.

All at once, the hissing sound was loud and extremely hot air hit me from below. My toes were screaming in pain. I groaned, but pushed my mind to ignore it as much as possible. When the steam was finished, scalding hot water assaulted me with so much pressure, I thought I was being flayed alive. All I could do was scream again.

It stopped, but I could have sworn that I was missing a layer of skin. The room's temperature remained high. And I was all alone. Sounded about right; normal. It was then that I heard the unmistakable sound of Jeff calling out for mercy from outside the room. If they were making him cry out, God only knew what was in store for the rest of us. I was left alone so long, that I knew I drifted off to sleep. A splash of cold water to the face woke me up.

"Have a nice nap, American?"

"Just dreaming of killing you," I retorted.

"You will not get the chance; I will kill you first," he told me. I shivered, thinking that it was close. "Do you want to die, young one?"

"No."

"Then tell me what you know, and I will let you live," he said simply.

"What do you want to know?" I sighed.

"Finally," he said, with a certain amount of satisfaction. "What were you doing at that place we found you at?"

"I was going to school," I repeated.

"You are lying again," he said, threateningly.

"No, I'm… NOT! How many times do I have to tell you?! I was only there to go to school!"

"What kind of school, then?"

"The normal kind."

What was normal again?

Oh, shut up!

"What do you mean normal?"

I was just asking myself the same question.

Go the fuck away!

"Math, reading, and shit like that! What else could it have been?" I got a slap to the head for that answer.

"We know that there was more than that going on there!"

"Then what do you need me for?"

"You do wish to die, then?!" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"No, I don't, but there's nothing else I can tell you! I don't know of anything else taught at the school!"

"We have information that you were being taught to spy on us!"

"Then you know more than I do!"

"You are either very smart or very stupid, boy," he jeered at me.

Probably the second one.

No one asked for your opinion.

I was lowered back to the ground and my arms released from their captivity. I was way too weak to offer any real resistance, other than my silence. The only thing I had on me was the head harness that was keeping me blind and my collar. He grabbed me by my arm right at the shoulder socket and practically dragged me out of the room.

I thought I was dead. This was it; they were going to shoot me. Images of me tied to a post with a blindfold and a cigarette filled my brain. Six men standing fifty feet [15 m] away with rifles at the ready.

How fucking romantic.

I was dragged down a hall, the floor feeling like stone, until he stopped at one point. I heard keys rattle, a door open and then close after he dragged me through. More dragging to another door being opened. This time, I was unceremoniously thrown away from him. My arm that had been dislocated the previous summer hit the ground and I rolled away.

"Enjoy your next meal, boy; it will be your last," he said and the door was closed.

I stood up, but hit my head on something, so I got back down to crawling on all-fours. I reached up and realized that I'd hit my head on the ceiling of the room I was in. I tried to take the harness off my head, but it was locked on. So, I crawled around to see how big the room was, and it wasn't very big; maybe only a few feet wide and twice as long. It didn't feel like much bigger than the cage I lived in back at the facility.

Aching, I slipped back down to lie on my side for some real rest. I heard another door open from a distance away and a crying boy's voice was led inside.

"You were pathetic, American," another gruff voice taunted. I heard the sound of the boy being thrown like I was and then the man left the room. I moved to the door to my own small room.

"Is someone there?" I whispered loudly. It was a stupid question, I knew, but I wanted the other boy to know I was there.

"Seth?" It was Jeff.

"No, it's Adam," I answered back, hoping he'd pick up on it. Thankfully, he did.

"You seen any of the others?"

"No; just heard them," I said, thinking about the screams. And, just as if on cue, someone did scream. It sounded like Simon, but I couldn't be sure.

"Yeah, me too," he answered back, sounding defeated. "Have they told you anything?"

"No. All they've done is ask me questions. You?"

"Same here."

We were interrupted by the outside door being opened again. Another sniveling boy was brought into the space and thrown into a cage. By the sounds of the sobbing, it was Philip. Both Jeff and I tried to talk to him, but he didn't answer. The Russians must have worked him over something fierce.

A while later, another of my classmates was brought in; Ben. Jeff initiated the contact.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah," he said, realizing who it was. "Adam and Philip are here."

"Adam?"

"Yeah, Ben, it's me. Do you have any idea what they want?"

"No, all they did was ask me questions and…," he said, drifting off.

"And…?"

"And… they did things to me," he almost whispered and then broke down crying.

I couldn't blame him; I felt like crying myself. If it hadn't been for months of getting abused, I would be doing the same as Ben. Jeff and I just let him cry it out. As we'd gone through a lot so far, also, it didn't take a great deal of imagination to guess what had been done to him. Knowing the Russians from my cultural studies, and how brutal they have been to their own populace, they probably beat him as much as me. That firing squad was looking pretty good right about now.

With Ben's sobbing dying off, I slipped into an uneasy rest. I didn't realize it at the time, but I'd fallen asleep against the door. When the door was opened, I fell out, waking me back up. I scrambled back up onto all-fours. Someone grabbed me by the head harness and dragged me down the hall again. I struggled the whole way, kicking and clawing at anything I could connect with.

"I can see we have not broken you, yet," an unfamiliar Russian voice commented. This was a new guy; wonderful.

"Eat my shit and swallow, asshole," I cursed. I got a slap across my face for my troubles.

Moments later, another door was opened and I was thrown into yet another room. I hit the floor and rolled away from him. I heard him enter the room, followed by the door being closed. Sorer than I'd been since my first fuck, I moved to get up on my tender feet. After the beating they'd taken, I just knew they were at least angrily red.

"Let us see what you have learned in that 'school' of yours," he said, sounding like a cat closing in on a particularly juicy mouse.

I was about to ask what the fuck he was talking about, when I got hit on the right side of my head. It was hard enough to send me to the floor. I rolled away again, but got up to try and fend him off. But, being blind, it was almost impossible. I got hit in the stomach and when I was bowled over from that, I was nailed on the back, sending me back to the floor. I tried to get up, but got kicked in the side.

"You are not a very good fighter, little one. Perhaps they should have taught you how to fight instead of teaching mathematics."

I heard him come at me, and I was ready. He made to kick me as I'd gotten back up on my hands and knees during his little speech. When he made contact, I curled myself around his foot. It wasn't enough; I was just too small to make any real difference against him. He pried me off his leg and I was thrown across the room.

"Pathetic try, little one," he said, insultingly.

"Yeah, it takes a real big fucking man to beat up on a kid that can't see," I shot back to him. "Only cowards and pussies do that."

He vaulted towards me and I was grabbed by the head and then punched across the face again. The assault had me flying to the ground. I landed awkwardly, but rolled away from him.

"You call me a coward, little one? I think you are the coward."

Well, that was original.

"And I think you're a pussy that can't get his dick hard if his life depended on it," I spat back at him. I really did have to spit, as blood had filled my mouth.

"I will show you hardness, little one."

My head was grabbed and I was led away from the wall I was leaning against. He shoved me to the ground and held me there with one hand. It didn't take a great deal of imagination again to figure out what he was doing with his other hand. I closed my legs, to ward him off, all the while knowing that it probably wouldn't stop him.

"Oh, that will not help you, little one," he said, lust in his voice.

"I got nothing to worry about; you're the one that's pathetic, not me."

"We will see," he said, lining up his cock to my backside door.

I strained my honed muscles, clenching up my buttcheeks to keep him out. He forced my legs apart with his. A moment later, my asshole erupted in pain as his cock invaded me.

"AGH!" I screamed. He was big, but Powers was bigger. It was the viciousness that had me scream at the time.

"I told you that I would show you," he taunted.

"It's nothing! I've had bigger cocks than this inside me. You're a pathetic little wet noodle, nothing more."

He hit the back of my encased head and shoved harder with his hips. Although I'd been fucked several times by Powers and the others, it had been a few days since it had happened. I wasn't used to it and this guy was not being anywhere near gentle. With my head still being pressed into the floor, he continued laying into me.

"Goddamn, little one, you are tight," he commented.

"And you're feeble. I barely even feel you." Even through all the brutality I'd been put through so far, I felt stronger somehow. "Is there even a dick inside me?"

He hit me again, but I simply laughed.

"Feel this, little one," he said, making a particularly hard thrust of his hips. I felt it, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Feel what?" I taunted back, laughing all the more.

He growled as he continued his onslaught. Then, I felt something weird. His cock didn't seem all that big any more. And it seemed to get bent somehow. I realized what was happening, and I laughed even harder.

"You CAN'T get it up any more, can you? HA!" I just couldn't resist taunting him.

"You pathetic worm! I will show you!" He tried again, but it was just as pitiful.

I couldn't help myself; I just kept laughing at his miserable attempt at raping me. He tried again, with even less success. My laughter was now the only sound that could be heard in the room.

"My classmates have cocks that are bigger than yours," I said, laughingly ridiculing him again. I think I pushed him too far.

He got angry and punched the side of my head. He wasn't finished, yet, though. I felt his weakened cock being ejected from my hole by my muscles. Then, without pulling his pants up, he grabbed me by my neck and hurled me across the room. I hit the wall with such force, it knocked my breath out from my chest. I slumped to the floor, gasping for air.

"Think it's funny now, boy?" he practically bellowed at me.

"No… matter what you do… to me…, it won't erase the fact… that you couldn't get it up enough … to fuck me."

By this time, I figured he'd gotten his pants back up. The would-be rapist was next to me sooner than I was ready for him, though. I got hauled to my feet by one hand and punched in the face with the other. I don't know how many times I got hit, but it was enough to make me wish for death even more. At one point, I vaguely remember hearing the door open and someone else enter the room. That was the last thing I felt and then utter oblivion.

I woke up, still with the harness on my head and blinded. I felt around and realized I was still in the same place; the floors felt like the ones before. Groaning, I crawled around, wondering where I actually was. I discovered I was back in my own little cage. At least no one was going to be hitting me.

Taking an inventory of my body, there wasn't a spot on me that didn't hurt. I used my fingers to feel around my face through the cover that encased my head. My cheeks felt bruised as did other places on my face. I did have a headache, which was to be expected. It was also comforting to be in at least a little pain; it told me I was still alive.

Nice to know.

Glad to see you didn't abandon me.

I made my way to the door. Knocking on it, I wondered if someone else was there. I got no answer back. I tried again; no answer. Quietly, I returned to the far side of the room and attempted to rest and recover.

Think it's funny now, boy?

It wasn't my voice that resounded in my head at that time; it was the last man's voice. It didn't sound familiar, but strange; like it had changed suddenly. I began thinking about that.

Perhaps he's going through puberty.

Oh, yeah, that must be it…

I put it out of my head for the time being. This was the period that time seemed to drag on even more so. With nothing but my own thoughts, and they were pretty much useless to me then, my brain began processing the pain centers of my body.

An untold infinity later, the outside door finally opened and then so did the door to my own personal hell. I was grabbed without much care and yanked from the room. The person dragged me down the hall for much longer than before. When he stopped dragging me, he knelt down and began removing the harness and hood. I closed my eyes, so the light wouldn't blind me when the hood was taken off.

Once I was free of it, the door in front of us was opened, and I was cast inside the room. I landed on my hands and knees.

"You okay?" It could only be James asking that question. He'd come over to me and knelt down beside me.

"I've been better," I answered back. He sniggered. I looked around, trying to see something, but the room was completely pitch black. I couldn't see much beyond the two of us. "Who else is here?"

"All of us," Jeff said, joining the two of us.

"What?!"

"Yeah," James said, "we're all here. We've been kind of worried about you."

He helped me to my feet. I staggered for a few seconds, trying to get my equilibrium back. I tried to walk, but found that my legs wouldn't work properly. James grabbed on to me as I fell back down.

"They must've been harder on you than the rest of us," Jeff said simply.

"What do you guys know?" I asked.

"Only that these guys are Russians."

"I already figured that out for myself, Jeff. Anything useful?"

"We may be in Russia?" James asked. I almost punched him.

"Come on, guys, I mean it," I said, not really wanting to play the game.

"Just that they want to know about what we were doing back home."

"You tell them anything?" I asked, fearful. Neither one answered. I groaned after realizing that they had said something. "What did you tell them?"

"I told them everything," Remmie said, from the side of the room.

"Fuck, Remmie," I said, turning in his direction.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" he asked, getting defensive about it.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut; that's what."

I was back up on my feet, anger surging through me. James grabbed me before I headed in his direction.

"Lemme go, James," I told him gruffly.

"They raped him, Adam," Jeff informed me.

"So fucking what, Jeff?" I said, rounding on him just as ferociously. "He should have still kept his mouth shut!"

I yanked my arm away from James and headed in Remmie's direction. He was on his feet as I got closer, but it didn't stop me from getting in a sucker punch before he was ready. He hit the ground, but James got to me before I could really get into it with him.

"I'm sure we all said something to them, Adam," Jeff said, standing next to James.

"I DIDN'T!!" I spat at him. "They beat me, raped me, damn near drowned me, sprayed hot water on me; everything! I told them nothing!"

"Not even your real name," Jeff said softly.

"Exactly!"

"Well, I'm sorry we can't all be like you, ADAM!" Remmie said scathingly as he got back up.

"I guess you're right. I guess after all these months of training back home I thought you'd toughened up. I guess I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up that you guys would have my back as much as I had yours.

"And since you've told them everything, you might as well call me Seth," I said, knowing that it was useless to keep up that pretense.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" James asked.

"Now that they know everything, do you think we'll be of any use to them? We're disposable! We're orphans! Nobodies! No one's going to give one shit about us, except us. Nobody's going to miss us, James.

"And now that our usefulness to them is over, we're a problem; one that can be eliminated with nothing more than a magazine of bullets. Thanks, guys; you've just gotten us killed."

I turned and stalked away from them. I let the words hang in the air as I sat down against the wall most opposite from the door. Knowing that I just needed some time to cool down, the others left me alone. They didn't say a word about what was said, probably hoping as I was that I was wrong in my assessment. It took some time, but I did simmer down.

Think it's funny now, boy?

Why did that suddenly appear in my head again?

I thought about it some more. For some strange reason, it just kept reappearing in my mind. I couldn't shake it. It wasn't exactly earth-shattering wisdom, that was for sure, so, why did it keep repeating?

"I'm sorry, guys," I said, making my way back to them. "I didn't mean to come down on you like that."

"Yeah," Leon started, "but you may be right. We may be in for it."

"For the first time in my life, I hope I'm wrong."

"Me too," Jeff commented.

I made my way to Remmie, who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. I sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry I hit you," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"You hit like a girl," he answered back with.

We shared a giggle together and then a hug.

"I could give you a blowjob to make up for it," I said in his ear.

"How can you even think of sex at a time like this?" he asked, surprised.

"Guys," I said, sighing, "All we have now is each other. If we have any chance at surviving, we're going to have to stick together. What better way to show that, than to enjoy each others' bodies?"

And in that dark, dirty Russian cell, the twelve of us, however abused we were, shared something wonderful together. All of us got to cum more than once. There wasn't a moment that went by that someone wasn't moaning out in orgasmic pleasure. Simon even made his way over to suck off Bull's cock, but only once.

Remmie had been first for me, but I moved on shortly there after to James, Alex, and finished up with sucking Leon's thick cock. He really had grown to a respectable size in those short months. Alex did manage sucking me off once, but moved on as well. Jeff followed him, sucking me twice. Simon was my last for that evening (?). And then all of us went to sleep peacefully.

We were woken up by three men coming into the cell with black clothes and black masks on. The one in the lead went right for Ben. I stepped right in front of him to block his path to the boy.

"I do not want you, boy, I want him," he growled at me.

"Over my dead body," I challenged back.

"That can be arranged. Now, move!"

He made to move around me, but I blocked his path again. Backing off, he backhanded me, sending me to the floor. As he moved to get to Ben, he made a mistake. Even through my swollen eyes, I was able to see where his feet were. They were planted just below mine. I kicked downward with as much force as my toned legs could manage, and right into his kneecap. His foot had been at a bad spot and as the leg went backward, something broke. All of us heard the crack.

He screamed in holy terror, collapsing to the ground, holding his leg. Ben, overcoming his fear, Alex, and Philip, jumped him, hitting him in different areas of his body. The others saw what was happening, and made for the two at the door. The two men saw us, for now I was up and moving again, coming and moved backwards from the cell. One pulled out a gun and fired, hitting the ground in front of us.

That stopped all of us from doing anything else. Those that were attacking the man in the cell stopped in mid-swing. It was almost as if someone had taken a picture, everyone was so stock-still.

"Let him go," one of the men said.

The others looked to me, and I nodded. The man scrambled, as best as he could, out to leave the room. His comrades helped him to his feet and then the door was shut and locked by one of them. They left.

"I'd say that was a victory," I replied.

"Let's hope they don't kill any of us for that," Alex suggested.

"They will anyways, so let's cause as much trouble as possible before they do."

"Makes sense to me," James spoke up.

"Thanks, Seth," Ben whispered in my ear.

"You're welcome," I said back, hugging him.

We were on edge for a while, waiting retribution for that little stunt, but none came. So, we relaxed. We did jump a bit when they fed us something resembling bread with some stale water, but no one else entered the cell.

They did come back for us eventually, of course. When they did, they came for me. Five men entered the room, two of them brandishing guns. Those two remained at the door ready for anything that we might do to cause trouble. The other three came to me carrying poles with loops on the end.

"You will come with us," he said.

James, Jeff, Ben, and Alex all moved towards me, protectively. The others also moving, but stopped when I put out my hand.

"It's okay, guys, they're the ones with the guns," I said, still looking at the Russian that had spoken to me. "Don't worry, though, I'll be fine. Remember what we talked about."

The Russian first had me turn around. My arms were pulled behind my back where a zip-tie was used to bind my hands together at the wrists. I pulled on it, but it didn't give. Then, he put the loop around my neck and tightened it by pulling the string through the pole. It was tight, but not so tight that it cut off my air supply; just enough to be uncomfortable.

He pulled me towards the door, keeping me far from the other men. Once we were outside, the other two with the poles put their loops around my neck as well and then tightened them down. They marched me down the hall in front of them, making sure I didn't do exactly what I was thinking; cause trouble.

I was pushed into a room that looked more like a small conference room. It was similar to the other rooms and halls with ancient bricks and the like, but there was a table in the middle with chairs around it. Two chairs were at the ends of it and five more on one side. All five of them were filled with Russians. I felt like I was standing before a school board for getting into a fight in class. I snickered at the image in my head.

"You find this funny, boy?" the man in the middle of the group asked, thick with Russian inflections.

Wait a minute…

That's it! That's what was missing! The Russian accent!

I came back to what was happening before me, but with a new resolve. Something was off here, and I was intending to find out what it was.

"Just that you look like a chipmunk with a Mohawk!" I said, giggling at my own joke.

"Do you know who I am, boy?!" he asked, indignantly.

"Um…, a Russian asshole…?"

I think James's influence was rubbing off on me. I was still determined to make as much trouble for them as possible, though, so it might have been a good thing at the time.

"I do not find you amusing, child," he said, moodily.

"And I don't find you scary at all, chipmunk," I answered back.

"I could have you killed, boy." Now, he was getting red-faced.

"Then do it, asshole, because I don't care anymore. Besides; you will anyways. Why not do it now?"

"Because I still have some questions that need answering."

"You already got all you need from the others, from what I hear. What do you need me for?"

"Well, you do need to be punished for injuring my guard in the cell," he said, threateningly.

"My condolences," I sarcastically shot at him.

"But also," he continued, ignoring my jibe, "my guards need something to play with, and they do seem to like you. Another reason, and the most important, would be that you know more than the others do. I know it."

"How do you figure that?"

"It is apparent that you are the leader of the group. And leaders know more than their followers."

"We have a saying in my country; when you assume, you make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'. If they've told you what they know, then I have nothing more to add. Besides, there's something else going on here than what I've seen."

"Why do you say that?" he asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"At least one of you isn't Russian; his fake…," I stopped talking and began thinking again.

The man in the center of the table dropped his pen in disgust.

"I knew it," I said in satisfaction. "None of you are Russians. So, just who the fuck are you?"

The central man nodded to the man on my left. He was one of the men holding a pole. He took off the black mask. It was Jones. Jones!!!

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" I screeched at him, realizing the fullness of the ruse, and lunged in his direction.

None of them were ready for it, and the move jerked the poles out of their hands. My head nailed him in the stomach, bowling him over. I brought my knee up to crunch him in the nuts, causing him to scream for a change. I did everything I could to cause him as much pain as possible, as fast as possible, knowing they'd recover soon enough.

All too soon, I was jerked back, and hauled off Jones, still trying to get at him. I'd even managed to bite him through his shirt. By the sound of it, I'd ripped off a nice chunk of skin when they were pulling me off him. I was a wildcat, now, twisting, turning, scraping, and doing everything possible to get back at him. I was so furious at him, that tears were running down my face.

The others came over to help contain me, but I kicked at anyone stupid enough to get close to me. I managed to get one of the others, but I didn't know who it was; didn't care, either. As far as I was concerned, all of them deserved a long, painful death.

"I'm gonna kill all of you fuckers!" I bellowed.

Getting control of me, the ones with the poles slung me against the wall, making me see stars for a few seconds. Helpless at the end of the poles, I was slung against the wall and floor several more times. Finally, they ganged up on me, taking three more to pin me to the ground. Moments later, I felt a sting in my arm and then severe drowsiness.

When I woke up, I was in my own cage back in the living quarters. And I had a hell of a headache. My whole body hurt, starting at the top and going downward. I was a bit confused and disoriented, but then realization slammed into me and my anger resurfaced. We'd been tormented for their own petty amusement. Scowling, I looked down to see the door to the cage was opened. Not wanting to move, but also not wanting to let this go, I climbed out and made my way to the bathroom.

"What the fuck…?" I asked the empty room. No one else was there.

I shook my head in disbelief and continued on my way to the toilets. I checked out my image in the mirror before going to the urinal; I looked like the Elephant Man on one of his worst days. Groaning, wondering if it was really going to heal, I turned away. At least the swelling had mostly subsided. After pissing, I went to the cafeteria; still no one. No one was in the workout rooms, classrooms, or ranges, either. Even the PR's were empty.

Going back into the cafeteria, as no one else was there, I had to get some cereal from the kitchens myself. I had my normal two bowls and then my shower. I flipped on the television; I really needed to see what day it was. It was January 25th; my birthday.

"Happy birthday to me," I sang to myself, sardonically. To be perfectly honest, I really felt like hitting something or someone.

With nothing better to do, I headed to the pool for some laps. I managed to do over twenty laps, about two thousand meters, before stopping. Climbing out, I got a towel and dried off. As I walked into the workout room, someone was there. It was the head 'Russian' from the panel in the room. He was dressed in a fairly nice suit, now.

"Hello, Seth," he said with a warm smile. I was not interested in his smile, so I scowled back.

"Who the fuck are you, anyway?"

"My name is Judge Parker, and I am the head of this department."

"'Judge'? You couldn't find a better name than that?" I asked, scathingly.

"It was the name I was born with," he said, still trying to be friendly.

"Where are the others?"

"They're still being interrogated, so to speak," he said simply.

"Tortured, you mean."

"A necessary evil, I'm afraid. You know why you're here, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said, remembering all that I've concluded over the past seven months or so. "You're wanting us to be spies."

"Not spies; operatives. There is a difference. Some of you will be spies, some will be just observers, others disposable insurgents. But, you will be something different."

"Yeah, Powers told me my training was going to change, but he never told me into what."

"Now I will. The choice you have is to continue training to be a spy posing as a slave, or to be an assassin. We've never trained one so young before, but I believe you can do it. You have the natural skills needed."

"Simon's just as good as me," I offered.

"But you have the personality for it; leadership, composure under pressure, maturity. In a word, I'd say 'talent'."

"Who's going to be taking my place as that spy?"

"I'll tell you only because I don't see you getting caught and giving them up. Remington Kelsey is going to be in Russia, taking your place." I got a shocked look on my face. "Don't worry, we believe he'll be able to do it."

I began pacing, thinking. I wasn't so sure I wanted to do any of this any more. I was tired of it; spent. Months of abuse, both physical and sexual, had taken its toll on me. I wondered if they would let me go if I asked.

What could it hurt to ask? The worse that could happen is that they say, 'no'.

No, the worse that could happen is that they shoot me.

Good point.

I took a deep breath and made the plunge.

"What if I, or any of us, didn't want to do this any more?" I asked, not looking in his direction.

"All of you chose this from the beginning, Seth," he said.

"Yeah, but I don't think any of us thought that any of this would happen. At least I didn't."

"Perhaps, but you still made the choice to complete the training and work for us. You've had no other choice from there on. If you try to escape, we will find you."

"And then what?" I asked, turning towards him. He just looked back at me and did a sort of half-shrug of his shoulder. I got it. "We'd be killed." He nodded. "How do I know you're not lying this time? You don't exactly have a good record with me so far."

"Why would I lie about that? Now that you know the truth of it all?"

"To keep all of us in line," I answered.

He took a deep breath and sighed. I thought things might be going south from there, but he kept looking at me, scrutinizing me. He was taking so long, I was becoming even more uncomfortable. Finally, he turned away and began walking towards the door leading to the left-hand PR.

"Follow me, Seth," he said once he got to the door. I didn't. Moments later, he stuck his head back through the door and motioned for me to follow him, but it was with a more insistent look.

This time I did, but at a great distance. He was at least five feet [1½ m] ahead of me and I looked around every corner before I made a turn. In short, I didn't trust him any farther than I could throw him. We went through the maze of halls until we got to a door. He simply went through it. I stopped short.

"After what I've been through over the past few days, I don't think I'm going in there with you," I said resolvedly.

"Ten days, actually."

"My point exactly."

He smirked and nodded. Then he turned, opened the door and propped it open with a doorstop. It was against a wall, so no one could possibly be behind it. From there, he continued into the room. I got close to the door and peeked inside. Noticing that no one was there but him, I stepped in, but only a few feet past the doorframe.

"You have become skittish, you know that?" he said, going to the desk on the far side of the room.

"I wonder how that could have happened."

He reached across the desk and retrieved a file. Crossing back, he brought the file to me. I took a step back away and he stopped. With a quick slight smile, he dropped the file on the floor. It was obviously meant for me to read. After checking the hallway again, and finding it empty, I inched over to take the folder.

Inside was a sheet with a name and a picture of a boy not much older than me. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. His face was angular, almost chiseled. But, the name on the side was Jonathan. That shocked me somewhat. As I was too slow to hide it, Parker saw my reaction.

"You know him, don't you?" he asked. I cursed myself privately for my slip. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was get Lucius in trouble. "Don't worry, we already know."

"How?"

"You don't think that we don't monitor everything that goes on in this place? We have a huge investment in you twelve, some more than others, but still an investment. We have to know everything so that we can cater your training. That's how we knew that you weren't responding well to the slave training and decided to take a different tact with you."

Well, that makes sense.

I went back to looking at the paper. Jonathan had been sent to live in South America; Venezuela, actually. He was about to turn twelve soon.

"What about him?" I asked, looking up to Parker.

"He's gone off the reservation," Parker said.

"Huh?"

"Meaning, he's no longer taking orders from us. He's tried to go off on his own."

"And…?" I asked, but getting the idea I knew what was coming down the pike.

"If he doesn't start cooperating with us soon, he'll have to be eliminated."

"What was his job?"

"The president of that country has a liking for young boys from North America. So, we sent Jonathan down there to keep him company."

"And keep an eye on him," I offered.

"Very good, Seth. Exactly. Now Jonathan's not reporting in to us."

"How long has it been since he did?"

"Over two months, now."

"Maybe they've found out about him and he's dead," I suggested.

"We considered that, too, but one of our operatives saw him the other day with their president. And he didn't seem all that bad off either. In other words, he hasn't been tortured."

"Maybe there are other reasons for why he's doing what he's doing."

"The time for debate is over. If the boy doesn't fall back in line soon, he'll have to be taken out; he's a security risk. Plain and simple, Seth."

"But why show me this?" I asked, fearing the answer.

"Because I want you to take him out when the time comes," he said as if killing a kid were an everyday event. But he confirmed what I had feared; kill Jonathan or be killed by Parker. At least there was some time; perhaps the boy will change and come back into the fold. It was a slim hope, but a hope, nonetheless.

"When?"

"I'm going to let you get healed back up. If Jonathan changes and comes back to us in that time, then all will be forgiven. If not…"

"I do my job."

"We understand each other, then."

"Yes, Sir."

A nine year old assassin; wonderful. What will they think of next?

I cautiously walked over and handed the folder back to him. I still didn't trust him, he was making me kill someone, after all, but at least my friends and I would be safe. I turned to leave the room, but stopped at the door. Turning back, I asked a question that had been burning in my mind since the time in the group cell.

"By the way," I started and he looked up to me, "who's leg did I break a few days ago?"

"Hank Powers," he answered.

I got a great deal of satisfaction out of hearing that and smirked back.

"Can I check on the others? Just to make sure they're okay."

"They're fine, Seth," he told me.

"What have you told them about me?"

"That we killed you," he simply replied. I got instantly angry and my face showed it. But before I could say anything, he stopped me. "It was necessary, Seth. You knew about our little deception, so returning you to the rest of them was out of the question. And we had to make up something believable."

"You really enjoy doing this, don't you?" I asked, still quite pissed off, no matter that I understood his reasons.

"Actually, no, I don't. But, I have a job to do, just as you do. One day, you'll understand."

"I understand now, Parker, I just hate it." I was staring daggers into him at this point. "Can I go back to my cage, now?"

"Can you find your way back?" I nodded and he dismissed me. "Have the doctor check you out before you get there, though."

"Yes, Sir."

I turned on my heel and walked away. I almost stalked back the entire way. For the first time in a while, I got to see Lucius. I didn't talk to him, but I wondered if he was part of all of this somehow. Like our days we spent together were planned out ahead of time. I'd have to wrestle with that another time. I still needed some rest after my ordeal.

The rest of that day, I spent resting and relaxing, trying not to think about what the others were going through. Occasionally, I would hear a faint scream, but otherwise it was quiet. The next day, my bruises were healing quite well. I must've been out more than I thought. I figured that it would take longer for me to heal, even with the doctor's concoction.

On the third day, I was restless and needed some kind of diversion. Even working out in the different rooms didn't help. I tried the firing range a few times to no avail. Frustrated, I made my way to Parker's office. He was talking to Powers, whose leg was in a cast. I smirked as I walked inside. I hoped that it was still hurting; a lot.

"Good afternoon, Seth," Parker said with a smile.

"If you say so," I said, getting my sarcastic streak back in line. I took a deep breath and remembered why I was there. The others. "I was wondering if I could look in on the other guys."

Both Parker and Powers looked at each other. Parker nodded to Powers simply.

"Come with me, Seth," Powers said, getting up and grabbing his crutches.

"What happened to your leg?" I asked, slightly bemused.

"Fuck you, Seth," he said grumpily.

"We already did that, Powers," I reminded him.

He ignored me as he continued out of the room. I lagged behind, wondering just where we were going. He'd turned left out of Parker's office and we went down the corridor. There was a door that ended the hallway and he stopped.

"I suppose you want me to get the door for you?" I asked, looking at his crutches.

"If you don't mind, yes, and skip the sarcasm, please," he said with a significantly hard stare.

I opened the door for him and then followed him through. It was a set of stairs leading downward. It turned and circled as we walked. Once downstairs, there was another set of double doors with a man standing guard just outside it. He opened the door and let us through.

It was the setting of our captivity. The stones that lined the halls looked like something out of the middle ages. He led me to a door and was about to open it when I heard a scream come from inside. It sounded like Mike, but I couldn't be totally sure.

"Once we go in there, you are not to interrupt what you see, no matter what. Got it?"

"Got it."

He opened the door and we walked inside. It wasn't the room Mike was getting tormented in; it was the viewing room for it. A huge wall-length one-way mirror was on one side with simple stone all around. Two unoccupied chairs were sitting in the middle facing the window. Mike yelled again and I turned in the direction of the glass.

Mr. Charles had him on his hands and knees. There were straps holding his ankles and knees to a small wooden dais. Two other straps captured his wrists and elbows, holding his forearms firmly down to the platform. In their bent form, his elbows were touching his knees. A hood with a head harness was completely covering his head, blinding him again.

Several red welts covered his back, shoulders, and butt. The bottoms of his feet were laced with red lines. Charles lashed him again across his butt with a leather strap, causing Mike to bellow out in anguish. I noticed that we could hear what was happening through a set of speakers under the mirror.

"You and your friends have been lying to us all along, boy," Charles declared in his close approximation to an English speaking Russian. "Why do you continue protecting that country when they have abandoned you to us? Tell me all of what you know, and I will end this."

"Go to hell," Mike sobbed. It was then that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was him. Mike had been shy when he first got there, but over the past seven months, he'd come out of his shell quite a bit.

My dick began to grow as Charles lashed Mike's back once again. Absentmindedly, I reached down and began stroking it while Mike took another slash. He screamed out and my cock jumped.

"Like what you see, Seth?" Powers asked. I realized what was happening and I stopped almost immediately.

"No." I felt dirty for having those feelings towards what Mike was enduring.

"Yes you do," he challenged.

I turned and looked at him. He'd taken his cock out of his pants and was stroking it as I'd just been doing. Conflicted by everything that was going on, I decided to do something totally irrational.

I moved to stand between Powers's legs, face back to the mirror and move up on his thighs. Thanks to his cast, I had to be careful and moved to put my shins on the chair outside of his thighs. I moved back to touch his cock to my opened backdoor. Leaning forward, I put my hands on his knees to take the majority of my weight and lined the tip of his cock to my anus.

Powers reached up to grab my hips and then lowered me down onto himself. Just as Charles whipped Mike again, Powers speared me from behind. I winced at the pain, all the while reaching down to stroke my still-stiff cock. Rocking back and forth, I began impaling myself on his pole until I was completely filled with him. Mike took two more whip strikes in the meantime.

I looked up to see Mike take a vicious strike across the face with the leather strap, causing him to spew a small amount of blood. My cock jumped even more so when I saw that. But I also shoved my butt down hard, experiencing a sharp pain from my sphincter muscle. As both Mike and I groaned, my cock surged. Two more pumps of my hips and I shook through an orgasm.

As I didn't think Powers would let me go even if things had changed between us, I trudged onward to get him to climax. I still wasn't enjoying the sensation of being fucked, but for some odd reason, I needed it at that time. I didn't know if it was guilt or just being turned on. Either way, I was getting it.

Powers finally came inside me after Mike took several more hits. I had watched the room while I rode Powers's cock and Mike wasn't giving anything else that he knew away to Charles. I was proud of him for that. Once done, Powers pulled me back into a tight embrace.

"I have missed you, you know," he whispered in my ear.

"You just miss having something to fuck, Powers," I retorted.

He removed his arms from around my waist. I turned to look back at him. He had a look on his face that was akin to disappointment.

"Do you really believe that, Seth?"

"What else am I supposed to believe when you stop the serving training and then tell me that our training is going to change but then keep fucking me?"

Groaning a little, I eased myself off his waning cock and slipped down onto the floor in front of him.

"I was doing it because I wanted to be close to you. I told you that I cared about what is going to happen to you, and I meant it. And just because your training is going to change does not mean that I stop caring."

"Yeah, but you stopped doing the little things, too."

"Like what?"

"Like…," I said, not sure if I wanted to continue this conversation or not. "Like getting close to me. Like the hug you just gave me."

"I did that because you needed to learn something; no attachments. From now on, you're going to have to learn to be coldhearted. Friendships can put you in danger, even the ones you've forged here. Remember my mistake?" He pointed down to his absent nuts and I nodded. "Then learn this lesson now."

I nodded again that I understood fully what he had been trying to teach me. But, at eight and nine years old, I needed some sort of closeness to someone. I wasn't fully ready to give that up, yet.

Suddenly, the light in the room where Mike and Charles were went out, plunging both rooms into darkness. Powers and I left our room with the sounds of Mike's sobbing filling the air. Mr. Charles smiled when he saw us emerge from the viewing room and again upon seeing the jizm running down the insides of my legs. I smiled back sheepishly.

"Want to see the others?" Powers asked and I nodded.

He led me down the hall again and into another viewing room. Alex was tied spread-eagled to the floor. His head, hands, and feet were at the points of a pentagram. A strap was encasing his nuts and pulling them upwards via a chain. He also had remnants of being beaten on his chest, stomach, groin, and legs. I thought blood was all over him, but I looked closer to see it was actually red candle wax.

Dressed in a black robe, Mr. Routhe was standing over him pouring more of the hot wax all over him. Poor Alex could do nothing but hiss and groan as each drop made contact with his skin. It looked like something out of a Satanic ritual. The room had that kind of feel to it, too.

We left the room with the two of them continuing. The next one was Leon. He was screaming for something to stop. I saw what was happening to him and I couldn't blame him for screaming.

Leon was strapped to a bench with his hands and feet tied to the bottoms. In his butt was a dildo about the same size as Powers's cock and a machine was fucking him hard with it over and over again. Blood was already coagulating between his legs, so this had been going on for quite some time. My cock twitched at the sight. I privately wished that it wouldn't do that at the most inopportune times.

"You seem to like watching you friends suffer," Powers said, whispering in my ear.

"I'm not a sadistic fuck like you are, Powers," I growled back.

"Perhaps," he answered and then went silent.

I couldn't take much more of watching Leon suffer, so we left the room quickly. I had to shake my head to clear the image of him getting fucked by a heartless machine.

We got to the next room to see Remmie getting raped again. Not that there's ever a good rape, but this one was pretty bad. Even with a hood on his head, I knew it was him; his birthmark gave it away.

He was tied on his back to a bench about waist-high to a man. His legs were painfully pulled up and spread outward as far as they could go. A rope around his waist held him to the bench. His arms were pulled down and backward to be tied to the floor. Mr. Collins, our nice teacher, was fucking his asshole with abandon. Mr. Grant, Remmie's own personal instructor, was standing at the other end, bending the boy's head back over the edge of the bench, and going to town on his mouth.

Enthralled by the scene, I could even see the head of Grant's cock pumping along in Remmie's throat. His chest, too, had marks of abuse. And at this time, two clamps were pinching the shit out of his nipples. The poor boy was even having his cock stimulated by Collins as he laid into his ass. They were even fucking with his mind, making sure he enjoyed it all. It was like watching a car wreck; wanting to turn away, but so fascinated by it that I couldn't.

As we continued to watch, my cock grew again. I just had to jack it off, too.

"Round two, Seth?" Powers asked. I knew what round two would mean; I was going to get fucked for a long time. But, I nodded anyway.

"In the room, though," I said, pointing to the room where the double rape was going on.

"Under one condition; you are to wear a ballgag for the duration."

"Okay," I said, knowing why.

The door was opened and we walked inside. As the hood on his head made sight impossible, there was no danger of us being seen. Both Collins and Grant stopped for a split second, but continued as Powers motioned for them to do so. Powers went over and got a ballgag from the equipment box. When he got back, I sank to my knees to lower his pants. Once his cock was free of the confining garment, I licked him from base to tip.

His cock got to its fullness and he pushed me back from him to place the ballgag in my mouth. It was locked behind my head, keeping my voice from being discovered by Remmie. I could make sounds but they would be indistinguishable from any of the others if I did. When that was done, Powers sat down, minding his cast, and motioned for me to come to him.

I got up and walked forward to straddle his hips. Getting back down on my knees, I aimed his cock to my backside again. Once it was ready, I leaned forward, putting my hands on his chest and lowered my butt downward. I winced at the intrusion, after just taking him less than half an hour prior, I was a bit sore still. His cock slipped in as far as it was going to go and I began riding him as best as I could.

Both Remmie's and my groans filled the air as the three adults fucked us. I was able to reach down and stroke my own hard-on, getting the same stimulation my friend was receiving from Collins. There was no way in hell he was going to cum before me, I knew, so I just went ahead and finished. My orgasm had the effect of clamping down on Powers's cock, but it still wasn't enough to send him over the edge. He still needed more of my body to cum.

Remmie continued taking Collins and Grant for some time until Grant came down his throat. Collins didn't slow down as his comrade pulled out hid flaccid cock. Spent, Grant zipped up his pants and left the room.

As Powers continued to use my boyhole to climax, the door opened again, and Nelson walked inside. He turned to see what Powers was doing to me and turned back to Collins. Both men nodded to each other, practically ignoring the two of us, and Nelson made his way to Remmie's abused frame.

"I want the boy's ass," Nelson said in perfect Russian.

"I am not finished, yet," Collins answered back likewise.

Frowning, Nelson grabbed a long rubber rod with a handle. He didn't use all of his force when he hit Remmie's chest, but he didn't have to; the boy screamed like hell itself had come to roost. An angry red welt rose up as Nelson withdrew the rod.

"Oh God, yes," Collins groaned.

"Make him cum, boy," Nelson roared at Remmie. And with that, he hit him again. Remmie screamed back, but also, I could see that with the hits, his stomach tightened up. I assumed that his anal plug did the same. Moments later, Collins shuddered through his climax, sending a copious amount of his seed into my friend.

I never stopped fucking myself on Powers's cock. He seemed to get harder as the scene had unfolded before us, if that was even possible. But, he still was not cumming. Unable to finish in this position, Powers stopped me and I looked down in question at him. He reached up and grabbed a full fist of my hair. I was yanked off his cock and then led to the treasure box. There, my hands were pulled behind my back and cuffed with simple handcuffs.

Again, I was yanked by my wavy hair, but pulled towards Nelson, who'd already entered Remmie's ass. I was thrown face down over Remmie's battered torso where Powers shoved his cock back inside my own ass. I groaned at the ferocity of his assault on me. My hands were pulled up, forcing me to bend over more, as he shoved inch after inch of himself inside.

As the two of them pounded into us, the door opened yet again. This time, Nash walked in to get his share of one of us. Remmie was picked and had to take another cock down his raw throat.

Powers finally came inside me, but it was still a long, tiring ride before he did. I was so tired from it all that I made my way back to the sleeping quarters and crashed without anything else done. Fuck the shower.

It was a couple of days later. I was summoned to Parker's office. It wasn't a big deal, as I wanted to see him anyway. I was kind of getting tired of seeing my friends in pain and was wondering what else he had in mind for them. I hoped it wasn't much more. My bruises were almost totally healed, and my own body getting back to semi-normal. The others were a different matter all together.

I'd seen all eleven of them tortured, raped, gang-raped, beaten, battered, and abused in so many ways, I stopped tallying. Jeff actually enjoyed a little of it, but after four more days straight, even he was begging for it to stop. The one that had taken the worst of it was Remmie. For some reason, they took to him more than any of the others. It might have been that he was taking my place with the mission switch.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked, upon entry into his office.

"Yes, Seth," he said, getting up and moving around to the front of his desk, "It is time for this little charade with the others to be over with."

"It's about time," I commented, still thinking that he'd gone overboard with it all. They were all about half-starved and pitiful looking, now.

"Leave your own opinions out of this, Seth," he said, almost growling.

"Fine," I said, sort of pouting. "What did you want to see me about?"

"With you and your training being unique to all of this, I'm going to have you break the news to them about what's happened to them and why."

"You're joking! They'll kill me, thinking that I helped you with it all."

"Then it's up to you to convince them otherwise before they do."

"Great." I took a deep breath, thinking. Coming up with nothing, I asked him what he wanted me to tell them.

"Everything. Hold nothing back. Let them know the full reasons they're here and what they'll be doing. You can even tell them how you figured it all out, if you want."

"I doubt I'll get out of this alive if I don't."

"You're probably right. Also, tell them what we discussed yesterday and what the rest of the training sessions will be like."

"Let's hope they don't kill the messenger first," I said, thinking about how I was going to do this. "Does the room that they're being kept in have lights?"

"Of course," he said, analyzing me. "Why?"

"Probably the best thing would be to have me brought in with a hood over my head. Just as I get to the door, turn the lights on. It'll blind them. Once that's happened, have one of your 'guards' throw me in the room.

"When I'm finished explaining, then let us out."

"Sounds as good a plan as any, I suppose."

That was the way it went down. Jones, covered in black, led me downstairs and then to the door outside. He looked at me as if to ask if I was ready and I nodded. I put the hood over my head, blocking out everything. The light was flipped on, and all eleven of them cried out in pain at the bright light. The door was opened and I was thrown inside with the door being closed almost immediately behind me.

I yanked off the hood, and squinted at the light as well. It wasn't terribly bright, but even those few minutes had me used to the dark somewhat. I could only imagine what the others were going through. No, that's wrong, I couldn't imagine it. At least not at that time. I stood up to look around at them.

"Seth?" Ben asked, looking at me through swollen, squinting eyes.

"SETH! YOU'RE ALIVE!" Alex practically screamed and ran at me.

"Yeah, I know that," I retorted before getting assaulted by him.

I got bowled over by Jeff right after him. The other nine were right behind them. They passed me around for individual hugs, with some tears mixed in. Even I cried a few, knowing what all of them had been through. When the hugs and kisses were over with, I sat down and had them do the same thing.

"Where have you been, Seth?" Jeff asked.

"I'm about to tell you, if you'll all sit down."

They all finally sat down in a semicircle, facing me. I took a deep breath and began my explanation.

"All of this has been a fake. We've never left the facility."

"WHAT?!?!" James asked, standing back up.

"Sit down, James," I said, looking up to him with a concentrated stare. He glared back at me and remained standing. "I won't continue until you're sitting down, man."

He sat back down, but begrudgingly.

"Now," I said, taking another deep breath, "I know you're tired and worse. We've all been through a lot, but what I'm going to tell you is the truth. All I ask is that you hear me out before you start yelling again."

"That's fair," Alex said, tiredly.

"As I said, we've never left the compound. We're downstairs, under it, actually. And the trainers are the ones that have been abusing us."

"All of them?" Mike asked, and I nodded. "Jesus."

"Probably Him, too," James added.

"Why, though?" Alex asked, once the sniggering had died down.

"Part of our training," I said, shrugging. "Have any of you figured out why we're here, yet?" All of them shook their heads, no. "We're being trained to be operatives for the American Government."

"Spies?" James asked, disbelievingly.

"Sort of, James. Some of us will be undercover spies, masquerading in different ways around the world, to blend in with the country. Others will simply be support persons, helping out. Some of us will be on specific missions that they'll tell us later."

"How do you know all this?" Jeff asked, almost in an accusing manner.

"Well, I figured out some of it about a week into our training. Powers confirmed it with me later on that second week."

"What else do you know?"

"Just that we'll all get different assignments when we're finished here."

"And just how long will that be?" Ben asked, finally chiming in.

"Just over one more year. Probably next spring some time. They didn't tell me an exact time. And…, things are going to get worse from here on out."

"Worse?! How the fuck could it get worse?" Bull asked.

"You mean short of killing us?" They all snorted in mirth for a few seconds. "I was told that from now on, they'll rape any of us at any time. We could be in the classroom and they'll take one of us for their fun. The only time it won't happen is if we have a gun in our hands on one of the ranges."

"Yeah, they don't want us to shoot them," James suggested.

"Why are they doing this? I mean, why the abuse?" Alex asked.

"Because it could happen if we get caught out there," Jeff put in.

"Exactly," I agreed. "That's pretty much the main reason. There are other reasons; any of us may be asked to have sex with someone to infiltrate some country's government. A second reason is that little word 'if'. If we get caught it could happen. They're showing us what could happen if we're caught. It'll teach us to always be careful.

"But, however bad the past few weeks have been, it's nothing compared to what some people out there could do to us if we're caught for real."

"It could be worse than this?" Scott asked.

"Everyone look at each other for a moment," I said and they did. "Do you see anything that is going to leave a scar? Or any other marks?" They agreed that none of them had anything like that. "Do all of us still have our nuts attached?" They giggled, but agreed that they did.

"Like I said, 'it could get a lot worse'," I said in finality.

"Can we get out of this somehow?" Philip asked.

"No; I already tried that. We're stuck with this until we're older."

"How long?" Simon asked, getting into the mix.

"I don't know exactly, but probably another five years or so. Jones told me it would be for as long as we're useful."

"I want to know something," James said, speaking up again finally.

"Sure; that's what this time is about, answering questions," I said.

"Where the fuck have you been for the past few days?"

I was wondering when that question would crop up.

I hesitated too long for his liking and I saw his hands ball up into fists. My face changed as his did.

"Have you been helping them?!"

I stood to my feet so fast, all of them were still looking at my knees. My own hands were in fists now. James had stood up with me, but as weak as he was, my stance was more impressive.

"Don't you ever say something like that again, James, or I'll make the past two weeks look like a fucking vacation!" I almost shrieked at him. "Got it?!"

Both of us glared at each other for a few minutes. Ben, Jeff, Alex, and Leon all stood up to get in between the two of us. As tired, weak, and beaten as they were, they would be nothing for me to go through if I really wanted to hurt James.

"Well, you do look rested, Seth," Simon suggested.

"If James will stop slinging accusations everywhere, I'll tell you exactly what happened to me when I left here."

Still seething, but willing to listen, James sat back down. I did the same. After taking a deep breath, I told them the truth about all that had gone on with me and how it all worked out.

"So, you've been watching us go through all of this?" James asked, getting hot again.

"You know what, James? Go fuck yourself," I said, climbing to my feet. I walked over to the door and knocked on it. "When you can grow up and realize that all of us are in the same boat, let me know. Because I'm fucking tired of your bullshit. No offense, Bull."

Jones opened the door and I walked out to the hall.

"You're leaving us here?" Alex asked.

"Only if you wish to stay here," I said, turning down the hall. Behind me, I heard them scramble to their feet and fall in line.

Jones had led the way to the door at the end, unlocking it for us. I was about to go through it when Philip called me back. I turned around and headed back.

"Something's wrong with Remmie, Seth," Alex relayed from the doorway.

I headed back in to find Remmie passed out on the floor. I felt his neck and he had a pulse.

"Let's get him to the doctor," I suggested and Philip nodded. He helped him up and put him over my shoulder.

"I'll take him, Seth," Jones suggested, but I rebuffed him.

"You and the others have done enough, Jones," I said, scathingly. I turned to the others in the hall. "Follow me back, guys."

I led them upstairs and through the maze that was all too familiar to me now. When we got to the doctor's office, Ben took over and finished the journey to the living quarters. The doctor took over Remmie's care as I laid him on the bed in her office. Lucius nodded towards me and I nodded back, but nothing else could have passed between us then.

It turned out that Remmie had just passed out from acute malnutrition, dehydration, and exhaustion. The doctor told me he'd be fine after a few days of getting some rest. I thanked her and left for my own little troop. When I got into the living area, all of them were in the showers.

"How's Remmie?" Philip asked as I rounded the corner.

"He's fine. He'll need some time to get over it all, just like the rest of us, but he'll make it."

"What happened to him?" Jeff asked, washing off his uncut cock.

"He just got dehydrated and was worked over too hard."

They continued asking questions about things and I answered them where I could. As I only knew about Remmie's job, I couldn't tell any of them about theirs. I did tell them that it was Powers's leg that got broken.

"Serves him right," Simon commented.

"Couldn't agree more, Simon. Trust me, I took a great deal of delight when I was told that."

"So," James said once we were in the cafeteria eating lunch, "You don't know what any of us are going to be doing? Specifically, I mean."

"The only one I know about is Remmie, and don't ask what it is, because I can't tell you." I was emphatic about it, so they let the matter drop.

We slept in our cages that night, and all of them were out way before I was. I had too much on my mind to sleep. The main thing was that I was going to have to kill someone within the next few weeks. I was wondering what it would be like to do something like that as I drifted off to sleep.

The whole next week, not one of us was touched during our training hours. Remmie had reappeared a day after it was all over with, but he looked different. I wasn't surprised. One thing did change for me, though; the rod was back in place in the chair, now that I was no longer sporting the buttplug in my ass. When the end of that 'free' week came around, I made sure I could get Remmie alone to talk to him.

"What is it, Seth?" he asked once we were alone in the weight room that Saturday.

"Has Jones told you about what you're going to be doing from now on? Like your job once you leave here?" He shook his head, no. I took a deep breath and explained it all to him. I even told him that it was my place he was taking and my training was going in a different direction.

"What're you going to be doing?"

"I can't tell you. Just like I haven't told the others what you'll be doing. The less people that know about our specific jobs, the safer we all are. Understand?"

"Yeah, I understand. I just don't like the sound of what I'm going to be doing."

"I know what you mean; neither did I."

I gave Remmie a hug of encouragement and we left the room. The rest of the weekend was nothing special or unusual. We had a small impromptu party on Sunday evening. Blowjobs were handed out in liberal amounts to and from one and all. We crashed with each of us cumming at least twice.

On Monday morning, Collins began teaching us in our normal subjects. Half an hour into it, he grabbed Ben by the hair and dragged him to the front of the room. As the rest of us watched, he shoved his cock deep into the boy. Ben groaned in pain, but didn't scream; a testament to the experience during those two weeks of hell. Collins pounded his ass for over half an hour before cumming in his guts and then sending him back to his chair.

My and Alex's cock got hard just watching it, but I didn't dare jack off right there in class. I was sure it would probably earn me a few demerits.

When we got finished with the obstacle course that afternoon, even though we were sweaty and muddy, Grant came over for a piece of Alex's ass. Charles was right behind him for Leon.

"Well, that was entertaining," James commented after Charles was finished.

"Very!" Scott added.

"I guess it's really part of our lives, now," Leon said, as he walked back over to us.

He sat down next to me and I began rubbing his cock for him while we waited for the others to complete the course. His cock got hard soon, even after getting royally fucked by his trainer.

"Want some tail?" I asked him, looking into his eyes.

"Slut," he chided.

"Nigger," I shot back.

He growled and then lunged at me. I giggled as I let him wrestle me to the ground. His hardness was rubbing against my back as he pinned me down.

"Sure about this, Seth?"

"If you think you can get it stiff enough," I teased.

"I'll show you 'stiff', white boy," he hissed in my ear.

He backed off and I felt him aim towards my young hole. His cock broke through my barrier once I opened my legs for him. I felt him shudder when he collapsed down on my back.

"Damn, you feel good, white meat," he commented.

"You do too, for a nigger."

Leon shoved his hips forward, trying to let me know his 'displeasure'. His cock was a fair size, now, but nowhere near the monsters I'd taken so far. He fucked me pretty good for over fifteen minutes until he came. He chuckled lightly in my ear when he finished.

"That did feel good," he said.

"You're welcome, Leon," I answered back.

We showered when we got back inside, talking about the day's events. It was nice to get back to a place with some warmth. Even though it was winter, we still had to perform in the nude outside. We were never outside longer than an hour at a time and always moving, so freezing was never a real issue. But getting back to a shower always felt good.

We were lined up as normal right after that and Jones walked inside with Powers trailing along behind him. He'd gotten his cast removed over the weekend, but he was still limping a little. I always smiled when I saw him move with that limp.

"Okay, today, you'll be switching instructors. Alex, Remington, and Ben; all of you need to go with Mr. Powers."

I then knew what they were probably going to be doing; slave training. I felt sorry for them, but couldn't do anything about it. Leon stayed with Charles. Apparently, his training wasn't going to change all that much; just get fucked from then on.

Davenport took over Mike's training. James and Philip switched instructors, giving James to Collins and Philip to Routhe. Jeff and Simon also switched trainers. Scott and Bull kept their own normal ones. Although, I was informed that their trainers would be teaching me things from time to time.

I was given over to Grant, Nelson, and Jones on a rotational basis. Nelson was a given. Being an assassin, I would naturally have to learn all I could about weapons. I didn't know what Grant taught, but I was about to find out; he was first that evening.

"First things first, boy," he said, once we'd left the workout room for one of the punishment rooms, "Suck me off."

"Yes, Sir," I said, frowning a little. I got down on my knees and opened his fly.

Once his cock was out, I swallowed it whole. He wasn't all that big, but compared to Powers, no one was. I'd say he was about average at seven inches [18 cm] long. It took about a half hour's work, but I managed to suck him off to completion. He called me a good cocksucker, as if it was a compliment, and then we left the room for the other side.

We entered a room that had some maps and a model in the middle of the room. The model was of a small town with some hills to the side. The maps lying about were the same type that we'd been using all along.

"Now, my job in here is to teach you different tactics, Seth," he said, showing me the city."

"Tactics?"

"Different ways of viewing a problem and then solving it. You'll also learn how to maneuver around your opponent and get the best position on him or her."

"For shooting?"

"For an advantage," he corrected. "Whenever you're on a mission like what you're doing, you always want the advantage. Even a small one is better than a disadvantage."

From there, he showed me how height is both an advantage and disadvantage, depending on the shot. Sometimes it would be better to be lower. It's all in how the terrain plays out, he told me.

"Is this what you've been teaching Remmie?" I asked as we were cutting out for the day.

"No," he said, thinking, "I've only been teaching him how to read a map."

"So, that's why he was so good with it," I said, thinking back to it.

He chuckled at my revelation and we dismissed for the day. Remmie, Alex, and Ben returned, appearing to be a bit more submissive than before and marks on their butts. They stood in line with their hands behind their backs, as I did at one time. I smirked, remembering what I'd once gone through with Powers.

The next afternoon, I spent the time getting drilled, literally, by Mr. Sweet, Scott's instructor. He used the first hour to screw me as hard as possible and then the next two hours familiarizing me with explosives.

That Wednesday morning, we were in our chairs, listening to Collins talk about the history of the central and southern Americas, when Smith came in, looking for something to fuck. I figured he'd go for Alex or Simon, but he came right at me. Collins hit the button to deflate the bulb in my butt just as he got to me. I was yanked out of the seat and force-marched towards the back of the room. He was undoing his fly before we even got there.

Smith pushed me down to the floor as Simon, Ben, and Jeff turned in their chairs to see the action. Collins had to shock their collars to get them to pay attention again. Meanwhile, Smith was lining his cock up to my backdoor. I spread my legs open, figuring it was pointless to do anything else.

"Feel this, boy," he hissed in my ear. And he speared me with his cock. I winced, but not one word of complaint was uttered.

"Oh, baby, do me," I said in the most monotone voice possible. Cackling broke out amongst my fellow students. "You're so big. Ouch. Please. Stop. You're hurting me." It all sounded as if I was the most bored person in the world. I even appeared bored. The guys couldn't help themselves but laugh louder. I was humiliating him even as he tried to do the same thing to me.

"You are not doing that to me again, boy," he growled.

"That was you?!!" I asked, laughing. "Yeah, now I remember. You were so pitiful in your attempt to fuck me, that you couldn't even get it up. I guess your dick really is that small and useless."

"ARGH!!" he bellowed and slapped the back of my head with his open hand as the rest of the room, Collins included, broke out in outrageous laughter. "You will not embarrass me again, you little shit!" And another hit.

"Too late, asswipe. Consider yourself humiliated. Everyone now knows how small that thing is. Probably the size of a Vienna sausage. That's what it feels like."

He had gotten soft during my taunting and couldn't get it hard again. Frustration hit its limit and he threw me across the room, sliding on the floor. I hit my head on the wall. I saw stars, but I also saw an opportunity, so I laid still. Dead still.

In his rage, Smith came over and grabbed me. I was hauled to my feet, but in the same motion, I brought my knee up to his nuts as hard as I possibly could. Smith hit the ground in a heap, holding his precious jewelry. I jumped up and came down on the side of his head with my knee, causing his head to slam into the ground. With him momentarily stunned, I grabbed a handful of his hair and began pounding his head against the tiles of the floor.

"And-you-will-not-hit-me-a-gain! Got it?!" I punctuated each word with a bash of his head into the tiles. I slammed his head into the ground one more time for good measure.

Taking a deep breath, I got up from the floor, and the unconscious Mr. Smith, and made my way back to my chair. I sat back down on the rod as if nothing else was out of order.

"Is it too late to learn about history?" I asked simply.

"You were lucky, Seth," James was saying after I got back from Parker's office.

Parker didn't punish me for what happened as it was Smith that was out of line. Even Collins backed me up. Of course, the taping of just about everything helped as well.

"No, Smith was lucky I stopped when I did," I said, scowling.

"Is he going to be okay?" Simon asked.

"Who cares?" James and I asked simultaneously.

We laughed about it. It seemed that Smith was unpopular with all the others as well. Even the other trainers didn't really appear to like him all that much. I did wonder what they were going to do with him now that this had happened.

Going through the next few days, every one of us were raped in front of the others at one point or another. And each of the trainers had more than their fair share of us. It was that Friday morning when my classmates saw me take Powers's cock inside me. He didn't even bother taking me to the back of the classroom; it was done in the front and in full view of everyone. Collins even stopped the class, mesmerized by the sight of something so large going into a butt so small.

When Powers was done, Remmie was forced to wash off what was left behind before he left the room. The boy was getting used to it by this time, and seemed to be adapting well to taking the abuse; far better than I did.

"Well, I'm impressed, Seth," James said as we were sitting down to lunch.

"He's been fucking me with that thing since this past summer, James," I said, shrugging, "I'm used to it by now."

"And I'm getting there," Remmie added.

"Yeah, but you never really get fully used to it, Remmie," I argued.

"Kind of hard to get used to getting fucked by a telephone pole," James offered.

"True enough," I answered as the others snickered.

That weekend, it was Bull and Mike that was sent to the PRs. When Mike returned the next morning, he was walking gingerly. I was sitting in the cafeteria eating when he walked inside.

"Bad?" I asked, stupidly.

"Real bad. Some kinda machine fucked me the whole night."

"Yeah, same thing happened to Leon during the weeks of hell," I told him.

Mike nodded and gingerly sat down with me for his meal. We made small talk for a while before the others woke up. They questioned him intensely as I went to look in on Bull. He was currently being hung upside down and pelted with small metal bee-bees. His whole torso was riddled with small red welts. I hoped his whole night hadn't been like that. When he got out, he told me that it was only part of his punishment. I was curious about the rest of it, but didn't ask.

On Monday afternoon, we got a new trainer; Mr. Gower. When we walked out to the workout area, Gower's eyes bugged out of his head. Jones lined us up in front of the trainers, introduced the new guy, and then we were dismissed with each of them. Gower was left behind with me.

We looked each other over for a few seconds. He was younger, well built and seemed to be fairly nice. At the time, he was wearing a black tank top with black spandex thigh shorts. I wondered two things though; one, what was his specialty, and two, what happened to Smith. The first question was answered quickly.

"I suppose you're with me today," he said after all the others had left. His eyes just couldn't be torn away from my body.

"I suppose so, Sir," I said, not wanting to get on his bad side right away. That would come later, I was pretty sure.

"You can call me Tom," he said with a smile. I nodded back that I understood. "And your name?"

"Um, Seth," I said, wondering why he wasn't told this.

Tom nodded and then led me towards the swimming pool area. We didn't stop, but continued through the door at the far side. Turns out that there was a large, deep tank there. It looked to be a square of several meters, but I couldn't make out the bottom. I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Today, I'm going to teach you how to scuba dive," he said, gesturing towards the tank.

"Excellent!" I said, almost gleefully.

"Before I do," he said, holding out his hand to me, "I would like to know a few things."

"Like what?"

"Like what the hell are you guys doing running around naked?"

"What did they tell you?" I asked, shocked that I was getting asked this.

Before answering, he went to the edge of the square pool and sat down with his legs going into the water. I followed suit.

"Just that a teacher was needed for a program here. I applied and was hired. Mr. Parker told me that there was some unusual training going on, but I was only to worry about teaching scuba training."

"Oh," I said, trying to buy time for an answer. "Well, I don't know if I can say anything." Then I got an idea. "Is there something that you can do here for a few minutes without me?"

"Sure; I can get the equipment ready," he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Okay, do that; I'll be right back," I said and got up. He nodded as I headed out the door.

I made my way to Parker's office and past the secretary. He was sitting at his desk, writing as I walked inside.

"What can I do for you, Seth?"

"Mr. Gower doesn't know what's going on here," I informed him, knowing that he probably already knew that.

"I know, Seth," he said, stating an even more obvious knowledge.

"He's asked me about what he's seen so far. What do I tell him?"

"Why do you think he was assigned to teach you scuba first?"

"So I can explain it all to him," I said, shaking my head at my own stupidity. He smiled. "So, I can tell him everything he wants to know?"

"Go back to the tank room, Seth," he said, returning to his paperwork.

"You've got to be kidding," Tom said as I finished telling him everything. "And just what do they do to you guys here?"

"Just about anything they want, really," I said, unemotionally.

"Even…?" he asked, nodding towards my crotch.

"Yep."

"You think I could do something like that?"

I leaned over towards him, placing my hands on the surface of the tile. I pulled myself out of the pool to look him right in the eye.

"Anything you want," I said, smirking.

Instantly, Tom reached around and grabbed me by my waist. He pulled me to him for a passionate kiss. I gave back just as much as he was putting in to it. Pulling me with him, he leaned backwards to lay his back on the tiled floor. I threw my leg over to straddle his torso. With that, I could feel his harness through the thin spandex. Tom was quick in shedding his tank top followed closely by the shorts.

The firmness that could only be his manhood traversed the crack of my young asscheeks. He stopped briefly with the tip to my doorway.

"You are sure about this?" Tom asked.

"It's a little late to be worried about that, don't you think?"

"It's never too late," he countered.

I reached back to make sure the tip was where it was supposed to be, and then I speared myself with it in one smooth motion. He was thick; thicker than Powers's cock. However, his cock wasn't as long, thankfully. Riding him as best as I could, I worked his cock into my bowels. It was tough going, but I managed after some work.

"I guess you weren't lying about all of this," he stated as if it was a new revelation.

"Ya think?" I answered back, squinting at the pain of his invasion.

He chuckled as I struggled to accommodate him better. I did manage to fit all eight inches [20 cm] of him inside me, but it was a struggle. Finally, after getting used to his girth, I really began riding his length. His hands moved to hold on to my waist as I continued fucking myself with his rod. Being new to pederastic sex, it didn't take him longer than a few minutes before he came, coating my interior with his spunk.

"Damn, that felt great," he commented, lying back fully. I simply smiled back as an answer.

We cleaned up the tiles, as my guts were unable to hold all of what he gave me, and then he began showing me the scuba equipment. Both of us knew we didn't have time beyond that beginning stage.

"You've never done this before, have you, Tom?" I asked as we finished our lesson.

"Nope; you were the first," he said with a smirk.

"I feel honored," I teased.

He playfully hit me in the chest, causing me to giggle. Before I could react, he had me in a close headlock, playing with my chest.

"I ain't a virgin, kid," he whispered into my ear.

"Neither am I," I answered back, giggling.

"I figured that out for myself," he said with a kiss to my cheek.

He dressed again and we left the room. As we cleared the door, he grabbed me by the waist again, circling me back for another kiss. I held him off.

"What's wrong?"

"Even though the trainers fuck us at every opportunity, there's a certain…," I wasn't sure what to call it.

"… degree of separation," Tom finished.

"Degree of separation?"

"A distance that is supposed to be there between teacher and student," he explained.

"Exactly."

He understood and let me go.

That night, I was trying to go to sleep, but my unanswered question filled my head; what happened to Smith? I tried reasoning it out that he was fired, but then he could tell the world about the little operation going on here. I wondered if they'd actually executed him. If so, how safe were the rest of us?

As long as we do what we're told, we'll be safe.

For how long, though?

The next day had me going with Tom again. The moment that the door closed, sealing us in the room with the scuba tank, he had me in his embrace. We hit the floor with me stripping off his skimpy clothing. I winced again as he pierced my boyhole for a second time in as many days. In the same position, I rode his cock till he came. For some reason, this felt good.

When we were done with the sex-fun, we moved on to the scuba-fun. He showed me how to don all the gear, which was pretty heavy until we got into the water. From there, he taught me how to move into it and not get water in my goggles and then how to clear my goggles if any water did make it inside.

The lesson continued and then we submerged. We used the gauge to see how deep the tank actually went; one hundred feet [30 m]. The whole time was wonderful. He was a really good teacher. It wasn't that the others were horrible, but Tom wasn't as strict or abusive. I took to him almost immediately.

That night, I reasoned that I may or may not have found a lover, but I did find a friend. And I slept like a log.

"Well, you look well rested," James commented as I sat down with the group.

"No kidding," Ben interjected from the table next to ours.

"Just enjoying my lessons, guys," I said.

"I would too if that new guy was fucking me," Remmie replied. All of us turned in his direction and he blushed so red, it rivaled Ben's hair.

"Look who's turned into a little slut boy," James chided.

We had a good laugh about it all and then headed to our lessons. That afternoon, Sweet took me again. I was fucked for about thirty minutes and then learned more about explosives. The next day was Nelson's lesson with weapons; throwing knives, actually. I wasn't as quick with that as I was with the guns, but I did okay. On Friday afternoon, things became significantly more serious.

Jones came and singled me out after the normal Friday afternoon fight. We'd done a sort of competition of one-on-ones. I'd come in second right after James. I blew him a raspberry as he taunted me when leaving the area.

"There's something you need to do, Seth," he said with a grim look on his face. I got the feeling I wasn't going to like it.

Jones led me through the PR and into the other halls. We walked through the maze again to the door that led downstairs. I followed him into the area we were in during the weeks of hell. The door to the first room was opened and I cautiously trailed along behind him inside.

In the middle of the room, covered head to toe in black, was a man tied to a chair. His arms were behind his back. A black hood was over his head, but I could tell from the looks of it that he was gagged and blindfolded. Jones led me to a table in the corner. On the table was a semi-automatic handgun. He handed it to me.

I got the implication. I just didn't know if I was ready for it.

"Do it," Jones said with a stern look.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"No, it doesn't. I gave you an order and I expect you to carry it out. Now, do it."

"Yes, Sir," I said, taking a deep breath.

This was the moment of truth. Almost nine months of training had been building for this one moment. Stalling for a few moments of time, I ejected the magazine to check the bullets; they were real, hollow-point rounds. I slipped it back up into the handle, and pulled the slide back, properly loading the gun. This was as real as it was going to get. No more half-measures.

I was now about a yard away from my intended victim. I raised the gun, pointing it at his head. The man hadn't moved a muscle since I'd walked into the room. For a moment I wondered if it was a real man or a mannequin, until he breathed out a sigh.

As the hammer was back, all I would need to do would be to pull the trigger less than a millimeter for it to fire. With all the intensity I could muster, I pulled. The shot went off and the man's head shot back. Blood and gore sprayed the ground behind him. I froze.

At one month past my ninth birthday, I'd become an assassin. There was no going back now; someone's blood was on my hands. My arm dropped to the side with the gun still in my hand. I looked to Jones and he smiled back; satisfied. Without saying a word, he walked over and removed the black hood from the man's head. It was Nathan Smith.

"That would have made it easier for me to do, Jones," I said, looking up to him.

"Perhaps, but that wasn't the test. The test was to see if you would kill someone you didn't know just because we told you to. You did. And I'm proud of you, Seth. Really proud of you."

"Thanks," I said, but not feeling particularly proud at that moment.

I went over and put the gun back on the table. I needed company; badly. Tom.

"Is Mr. Gower here?"

"Yes, why?"

"I need him," I said, knowing that they probably knew about our instant friendship.

"He's in his room, upstairs," Jones said, with understanding in his eyes. "Go on."

"Thank you," I said and left the room.

I headed out the door and down the hall. The door dividing me from the rest of the compound was opened and I flew the rest of the way. I got to the main entryway and then headed upstairs to the trainer's personal rooms. I knew some of them kept a residence outside of the facility, but all of them had at least a room there. His room was marked with his name on the wall next to the door. Tom hadn't completely made the transition, but he at least did have a room.

"Who's there?" he asked when I knocked.

"Seth," I answered back.

The door was opened and I hurled myself at his legs, letting myself cry for the first time in a long time. He closed the door behind me. Lifting me up by my armpits, he wrapped his own arms around me. I'd grabbed on to his neck as if it was a life preserver.

"It's okay, Seth, let it out," he said, soothingly, while stroking my back.

It took a long time for me to settle down, but Tom never rushed any of it. He didn't ask anything about what had happened. He just lovingly held on to me as if I was as important to him as he had become to me. It was a time that endeared me to him; something that I have never forgotten.

"What happened here?" he asked, pointing to my swollen lip.

We were lying down on the bed by this time, on our sides, staring at each other. I'd been running a finger along the triceps of his right arm. His muscles captivated me.

"James," I said. "He got me with a right hook when he distracted me. It was enough to get him to win the fight. I'll get him next time, though."

"You sound confident," he noted.

"I know how to get him. I just got distracted this time." He smiled. "Can I stay here with you tonight?"

"You promise not to run away?"

"As long as you promise not to rape me with that big cock of yours," I parried with.

"Well, you look so good, I just might have to, though," he said, chuckling.

I got a serious look on my face.

"Seriously, Tom," I said, getting back to my request, "I don't want to leave. And for tonight, I don't want sex. Please?"

"My door is always open to you, Seth," he said sincerely. "But, you do need a shower if you're going to stay here."

"Definitely."

I showered off real quick while he continued putting things away in his room. It was a small room, but significantly larger than my own cage. It had a bed, with nightstands beside it, and a dresser. There was a small area close to the window that held a sofa with a wall-mounted flat-screen. The bathroom only had a toilet, sink, a few cabinets, and a stand-up shower. Still, all in all, it was better than the cage and common showers.

Tom asked me if I wanted something to eat, and I nodded. So, with him in jeans, a polo shirt, and loafers on, and me with only my collar, we headed to the company cafeteria. As we entered, conversation stopped. There were a few trainers that looked, but went back to their meals. Otherwise, I was the center of attention. I simply put my hands behind my back and followed him to the serving line.

"I must have something between my teeth or something," I said, trying to be discreet.

"I think it's the lack of clothing, Seth," he whispered back.

"I'm naked?! Why didn't someone tell me?!"

"For someone so cute, you can be very annoying," he playfully scolded.

I was sure that the others in the cafeteria knew about the twelve of us trainees. That was the reason this facility existed, after all, but I guess seeing one in the flesh surprised them. Not particularly bothered by their reactions, I just stood next to Tom as we made our way through the line. Tom got a plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, while I got a hamburger and fries with a coke.

"Cute butt, kid," the cashier said, visibly impressed.

"Thank you," I said back to her. It seemed that all the others in the place agreed with her, too.

We sat down at a vacant table and had our meal in peace. Most of the time, we made small talk while we ate. Throughout the entire dinner, Tom acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. When finished, we emptied our stuff into the trash and then headed back to his room, leaving the rest of them to stare at my bare butt.

"It would have been even more fun to have you fuck me right there on that table," I suggested as we turned out the lights that night.

"Perhaps tomorrow," he came back with.

I fell asleep that night with my back spooned up against his chest. His arm rested across my stomach. I smiled contently, as I slipped into a wonderful night's sleep.

As the next day was Saturday, it was a day of rest. At least it was a day of rest for those not in the PR. Simon and Leon were the two that had gotten the lowest points that week. I felt sorry for them, knowing they were going to come out of these with sore parts to their bodies. I opened my eyes to sun shining in through the wall-sized window.

After clearing out the sleep-junk from my eyes, I headed to the bathroom for a morning piss. Going back to the main room, I walked over to the window to peer outside. It was a beautiful day. I could even see a nearby city from where I was standing. I leaned against the glass, propped up with my hand, mesmerized by the sight.

"You really shouldn't be standing there like that, Seth," Tom said from the bed behind me.

"I might be seen by someone?"

"No, I might eat you alive."

I smiled and returned to the bed. Putting my hands on the mattress, I looked into his eyes.

"Chow down, boss," I challenged.

Tom chuckled and pulled me to him. I laid my body down on the bed under him as he moved on top of me. His weight crushed me, but not so badly that it was uncomfortable. He began by nibbling on my ear and then moving down to my neck. I giggled as his stubble tickled my skin. Undeterred, he moved onward to kiss me right in the mouth. I answered back with my own tongue to his.

I began sliding my body downward and opening my legs for him at the same time. He grabbed me by the hair, to cause me to look up to him.

"Are you sure?"

"Only if you really want to fuck a nine year old boy again," I replied.

"You're not just any nine-year-old, Seth," he said, correcting me.

"And you're not just anyone, Tom. I've been here for over half a year now and gotten fucked by all of them, but I don't feel for any of them what I feel for you. It's crazy, I know, but I just feel that way."

"Well, as long as you're sure."

"You can have me anytime you want," I whispered back.

The open-ended invitation was not lost. I opened my legs wider for him and he guided his cock towards my small opening. Easing downward, he began slowly invading my inner depths. I wrapped my arms around him, to hold on to him at this initial entry moment. His cock filled me as only he could. I moaned out at the intense feeling. Inch by inch, my body encased his manhood. Being penetrated by him was nothing short of excruciating ecstasy.

Once all of him was inside me, he began fucking me as he should. I began bucking my hips in time with his and we began setting a steady rhythm. It was an awesome feeling; what was happening between us. He reached his climax several wonderful minutes later and I took every drop he gave me.

"You felt wonderful, Seth," he said, bending down to kiss me.

"Likewise," I answered back.

We lay there for a few minutes, recovering. He moved to lie behind me and I moved opposite him to lie with my back against his chest again.

"You want to talk about yesterday?" he asked, lovingly stroking my bare chest.

"If I told you the truth, you'd hate me," I said, looking down at the covers.

He pulled me towards him to lie on my back. With a penetratingly blue eyed gaze, he looked into my hazel eyes.

"Nothing you say or do could make me hate you, Seth," he said earnestly.

"What if I told you that I killed someone?"

"Was it an accident?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Jones ordered me to do it."

Tom took a deep sigh and I looked up to him, fearful that he was going to turn away from me.

"You told me that you guys were being trained to be spies and such, right?" I nodded. "Well, I know what that might mean; that you will have to kill one day. And you must have, too."

"I did, but I don't think I was really ready for it until it happened. Before he gave me the gun and told me to do it, it was like something far off; unknown and unimaginable. When it actually happened and I did it…"

"… it became real."

"Right. Now, I don't know if I can do it again when asked."

"I think you can, Seth. And that should be enough." I reached up and hugged him for that.

We showered and made our way downstairs again for breakfast. I was the center of attention once again as we ate in the adult cafeteria. One guy that was eating patted me on the butt as we passed. I wagged my butt at him, to give him something of an added thrill.

I was allowed to stay with Tom for the rest of the day. He fucked me once more before I had to return to the others. I was standing on a stepstool and plastered to the big window as he took me from behind. I, myself, came as my cock rubbed against the window and his kept screwing with my preteen prostate.

Another week of training passed. Tom had me in the diving tank, which was an interesting adventure. Getting fucked underwater certainly was different. But, the major change for the week was that three out of the four remaining days was spent with Jones. He taught me the uses for different devices that any of us would be using in the field; communications, survey, tracking, listening, all different things to help.

I had a bad week, but I came in tenth place, barely missing the PR sessions. Remmie, Alex, and Ben were all getting used to their new places. Their behaviors were becoming so identical it was scary. Bull and Scott were not making any real progress in anything. I wasn't the least bit surprised at that. Leon was becoming more combative, but not towards us. It was the trainers he was beginning to really despise.

Sunday morning arrived with Jones walking through the living area. We'd all just finished breakfast, and Philip and Simon were enjoying themselves in a sixty-nine in the middle of the common area, when Jones walked in. The rest of us were sitting around playing with ourselves.

"Enjoying yourselves, boys?" he asked, walking into the group.

"Just Philip and Simon. The rest of us are reduced to this." James was the one that answered him.

"I need to steal Seth away from you, however," he said, turning towards me.

We walked out of the room and I followed him to Parker's office. Parker was behind his desk and didn't look friendly when we walked in. I wasn't sure what he was about to tell me, but it didn't seem like it was going to be pleasant.

"We've given Jonathan over a month's extra time and he still has not reported in to us. He needs to be eliminated, Seth."

"Understood."

"Do you have any uncertainties about doing this? I need to know right now before I send you down there."

"No, Sir," I said with certainty.

"Good. Here's the general plan…," he said and both of them began laying it out to me in specifics.

I studied the plans and schematics of the building Jonathan lived in and the ones surrounding it. I also studied the daily routines of the household, troop movements, guards, everything relevant to the mission. It wasn't until late that night that I stopped researching everything.

Concerning my insertion into the country, it was going to be a simple jump early Tuesday morning. I was going to be leaving the next day, late in the evening. I needed Tom for this night.

Tom was still up when I knocked on his door. He smiled and invited me inside. No words needed to be spoken that night. He laid me face-down on his bed and then moved up my prone body till his was smothering mine. Feeling his firmness ride along my crevice, I eased my legs open to allow him entry. I groaned as he began feeding me his magnificent cock. For the next thirty minutes or so, I was ridden as hard as he could until he finished. I fell asleep with his manhood still buried inside me.

The next morning, I woke up alone. Figuring that Tom was working downstairs, I didn't think about it. I showered and left for Parker's office. When I got there, his secretary was absent and voices were coming from inside the office.

"… he's just a kid, Judge," I heard Tom's voice say, in a pleading manner.

"Not any more, Tom. He's more than that, now."

"If you're talking about him shooting Nathan Smith, I agree completely. That was one thing, but sending him into another country alone to off this other kid, is something else completely. I don't think he's ready for it."

"I do," Parker said insistently. "You've really gotten attached to him over the past few weeks, haven't you?"

"Who wouldn't? He's young, cute, and has a great personality. What's not to like?"

"He's also working for us, Tom, plain and simple. And he'll do whatever is needed, no questions asked."

"What if one day you order him to kill me or one of his friends?"

"Then he'll do it, or die," Parker said simply.

I'd heard enough and opened the door. Both men turned to look at me, frozen in mid-argument. I wasn't sure how to take that last part of their conversation, but I couldn't just let the matter drop without putting my two cent's worth in.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that, Parker," I said simply.

"How much did you hear?" Tom asked.

"Enough to know where things stand." I turned to Parker next. "Can we continue with the specifics of the mission?"

"Of course," Parker said, casting a sideways glance at Tom.

Over the next several hours, we continued talking about what I was supposed to do in Venezuela. Parker, Tom, and I even went so far as to have lunch together in the cafeteria. I was sure the gossiping would continue even more so, now. One of the servers in there brought us dinner as things were finishing up.

"One last thing, Seth," Parker said in finality. "I want you to bring back proof that he's dead."

"Like what? His head on a plate?" I was a little irritated at the suggestion.

"I don't care; just something."

"Understood." I didn't like the idea that he didn't trust me to do my job, but I supposed that as this was my first mission, he needed the proof.

"You mind if I take him to the airport?" Tom asked Parker with a little bit of nerves.

"Not at all," he said simply, shrugging. "Good luck, Seth."

I nodded and left to get dressed. I got dressed, which was uncomfortable to me for the first few minutes, in black camouflage fatigues. From there, I went to a room that had everything I would need for this mission. I loaded my own backpack with all the gear I would need. Two knives were tied to my thighs, a handgun was put on my belt, and I slung my sniper rifle over my shoulder.

Parker told me to see the doctor before I left, so after everything was ready, we headed to her office. Upon entry, Lucius was bound to the table again with the doctor riding his ass. Several lines were striped across his skin. His eyes were red with lines running down his face.

"Um, I was told to come see you, doctor," I said as she made a particularly vicious thrust of her hips.

"Just… a… moment…, Seth," she grunted.

Tom and I watched as she continued laying into him with a larger dildo than the last time attached to her harness. All the boy could do was lay there and take it. She went on for a few more minutes before she shuddered through her climax. She took a few minutes to recover and then turned to me.

"Sorry, Doc, not interested," I said with a smirk.

"You're not my type, Seth," she answered back with a smirk of her own.

"Because I got a cock?"

"And too much hair."

She made her way to the shelf where the vials were kept and pulled one off. The needle was injected into it and the cylinder was filled with a slightly yellow liquid.

"What's that?" I asked, already used to getting shots by this time.

"Your HIV vaccine," she replied plainly.

"You have a vaccine for AIDS?!"

"Of course. We've had it for years." She acted as if I'd asked what a cock was used for.

The needle penetrated my arm's skin and the liquid injected into me. I wondered why no one had released the vaccine to the general public if they'd had it for so long. Then, I concluded that the answer would be something that I really didn't want to know.

"Ready?" Tom asked once she was finished. I nodded.

We left the office just as she slammed her fake cock back into Lucius's backside. He moaned out in pain and I closed the door behind us.

"Strange woman," he muttered.

"You don't know the half of it." We shared a moment of mirth and continued out.

Tom led me out to a jeep in the garage. I put the pack and my rifle on the back seat while we climbed into the front. The trip to the airport was quiet until I remembered something.

"How did you find out that I'd shot Smith?"

"After you told me what you did, I asked Judge about it. He told me what happened."

"How do you feel about it?"

"That you killed someone? I thought we'd covered that."

"No, that I killed the person that had your job before you."

"I understand why they did it; from what I hear, Smith was a loose cannon. And I also understand why they chose you to do it; kill two birds with one stone."

"Bad joke, Tom," I chided.

"Sorry; couldn't help it," he said, sniggering. "Am I worried that you'll come after me one day?" I nodded that he'd guessed what I was concerned with. "Not even a little. From what I hear, the only time anyone gets eliminated is by defying the Company. I don't plan on doing that any time soon."

"I hope not," I agreed.

"Would you?" he asked, and he didn't need any explanation to the question.

"I don't know. I hope I never have to find out."

"Me too."

The drive only took another ten minutes or so and we arrived at the airport. The hangar was about another ten minutes in and he parked the jeep next to it. The plane was already fueled and ready to go upon our arrival. I threw the bag on to it and turned back to Tom.

"Wish we had time for one more fuck before I left," I said with a smirk.

"Me too, you little slut," he agreed chuckling. Then he turned serious. "Be safe."

"I will."

We hugged one last time, and then I boarded the plane. We were airborne in minutes. I lay down to try and get some rest, but thinking about what I was about to do had me concerned. I paced a few times, trying to work off the nerves. Finally, I laid back down to at least rest my eyes. All too soon, the chief of the flight nudged me awake, telling me it was time to get ready. I nodded.

The parachute was slipped onto my back and buckled in place. My pack was attached to my harness under my reserve. The rifle was buckled to my right side. When I got finished getting ready, we were about twenty minutes away from the target zone. I flexed my legs and got set for the jump.

"Good luck, kid," the chief said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Thanks."

The door was lowered, and upon the light turning green, I launched myself into another country for the very first time. The drop was just as exciting as the last times I'd done it, although the weather was a bit warmer. At just over two thousand feet [600 m], I popped the chute and rode it the rest of the way down. After deflating the chute, I cut some of the cords and stuffed them into the pack; never know when they'll come in handy.

"I'm down," I said into my headset.

"Head to target," was the answer.

"Roger."

I checked the compass against the map and saw that I had about twenty miles [30 km] to cross before I got to Caracas. I figured that it would probably take me about eight hours to get there. So, I slung the pack on my back and headed west. I knew eventually I'd have to turn south, but not for a while.

The trek was slow going. I made fairly good time, but still, it was mountainous and tough. About four hours into it, I took a break. The sun had already made itself known to this little part of the world. Looking over the map again, I figured that I'd come over twelve miles [20 km]. As I was taking a piss, I heard something from behind me. Carefully, gently, I eased my hand to my sidearm. Cutting off the yellow stream, I pulled quickly and turned simultaneously. It was a goat, chewing on a leaf.

"You almost became my next meal, you know that?" I said, looking at the animal.

I replaced the gun, knowing that I was seriously on edge. The next few hours were spent completing the journey. I saw the city from a precipice from the north. The map that I had was fairly accurate. It was about noon or so when I made my way into the outskirts of the city. To get there, though, I had to go under the road that ran along the mountain range. Once inside the city, I found what was definitely an abandoned building to stow my gear.

Let's hope no one finds this.

Well, I can't exactly go walking around the city with a sniper rifle on my back. Can I?

No answer.

I took off my camouflage uniform and decided the best approach would be to look like a street kid. The only thing I had on was my underpants. I privately hoped that I wasn't going to get a hard-on; an almost four-and-a-half inch [11½ cm] erection would be difficult to hide on a nine-year-old. Before hitting the streets properly, I rolled around in the dirt to get a bit messy. I made sure I got a lot of dirt into my blond hair; didn't want that showing through.

Making sure the coast was clear, I exited the building and walked the streets. I remembered what I was told and walked with a bit of a defeated look about me. Not too far from that building, I saw a woman hanging out some laundry. She went back inside and after getting her family together, they left the house on some journey. Thanking my luck, I'd seen one of her boys was about my size. Double checking, I snagged one of his pair of jeans and a shirt.

After dirtying them up as well, I retrieved my knives. I put one on my ankle and the other in my waistband on my stomach. The guns and pack I left where they were.

"Now for some serious scouting," I said, satisfied I was able to blend in better.

The rest of the afternoon was spent getting acquainted with the inner city. A few hours later, I decided to return to my gear. On the way back, I wasn't paying much attention and someone grabbed me. I was forced into an alley where two Venezuelans were waiting. They had looks in their eyes I'd seen several times; lust. They conversed in Spanish, with me not understanding a bit of it, and then the one that had me took me to the ground.

I managed to get my hand to my knife and as the one on top of me reached around to undo my pants, I freed it from my waist. One of the others came at me to help his friend. My jeans were jerked down, only to halfway down my buttocks, and as the new one got there, I flipped over and slashed the kidnapper's throat. The man that had been approaching me, stopped, but too close. I ran the knife right into this gut as I stood up.

The third man turned and ran away. I reached down for my knife that was on my leg. With one throw, the knife nailed him right in the back. I pulled my knife out of the second one's belly and slashed his neck as well. After snapping my pants closed, I went over to the one that ran away. He was crawling, still trying to escape. With a scowl, I jerked his head back, and took care of him, too. I had to get rid of the bodies, now. They were pulled into a vacant building next to the alley and left to rot. Just for the sake of being contemptuous, I spit on one of their foreheads. I wiped their blood off me and left.

I got back to my gear as the sun was going down. After the long day and short night's sleep, I was exhausted, but I had to get closer to downtown. I lay down for a rest in a small room with the gear. When I woke up, it was still dark, but quieter. A noise was coming from my pack.

"What is it?!" I asked, taking the satellite radio out.

"Status, and skip the attitude," it squawked back.

I'm sitting here playing with myself!

"I've made it into the city and did some scouting. I'm about to try and move closer to the target."

"Why didn't you report in when you got there?"

"I didn't know I had to!"

"Well, now you do, zero-one!"

"I'll keep that in mind for the next kid you want me to kill!" I growled back and turned the radio off.

By my watch, it was close to two in the morning. I got back into my fatigues and put the pack on my back. Clearing the building, I made my way into the city even more so. I had to keep to the shadows, now that I had my gear and sniper rifle. Again, it was slow going, because I always had to be mindful of keeping invisible.

Right as the sun was beginning to brighten the sky, I located the mansion where the president of the country lives. Without much to do, I set up an area to observe the place. I made mental notes of different movements everyone I saw made. That afternoon, I got some sleep. The sun going down was what woke me up.

Leaving my things where they were, I headed to the top of a building that surrounded the mansion. To get to the top, I had to rely on some technology. I used a sort of gun that fired an arrow with a rope. It stuck right into the concrete of the building, but there was a problem; it was higher in elevation than I was. Prepared, I used a device to propel me along the rope. I slid across the street at twenty stories up. I swung onto the top of the roof and began observing the house at a closer range.

I did the same thing the next night, gaining intel that was not in my briefing. On the third night, I decided to make my move. I figured that I'd better do it soon, or Parker would probably send someone after me. I grabbed my pack and maneuvered around to the side of the house.

Taking up a position close to the gate, I aimed the sniper rifle at the back of the guard's head as he was walking away from me. I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. He dropped like a stone. The dog that was with him, turned, but another pull turned him off like a switch, too. Both were down without a sound.

Moving quickly, I set the rifle against a tree, crossed the road and crouched down next to the fence. After hiding the two bodies, I used a device to open the lock and let me in without the alarms going off. I traversed the grounds quickly and silently to get to the side entrance. Using the same device, I opened the side door and slipped inside.

Nice fucking house!

Go away; I ain't got time for you.

I feel like a spare tire; only called on when you need me.

I ignored the voice. I slipped the bag off my shoulders and onto the carpeted floor. The pistol was secured to the holster on my belt behind my back. I pulled out the larger of the two knives and quietly moved through the house. I saw a guard walking towards me and I waited for my opportunity from around a corner.

The problem was, that I couldn't take him from behind; he was too big. I had another plan in mind, though. Once he'd gotten just past the doorframe, I spun around and drove the knife up into the soft spot under his chin. He fell backwards and I continued pushing the knife as high as it could go. He was dead moments later. I dragged him out of sight and continued onward.

I knew Jonathan slept upstairs close to the president. So, I headed quietly up the stairs. I rounded the top of the circular case and took a quick look down both halls; vacant. Jonathan's bedroom was supposed to be down the corridor on the left, so I turned in that direction.

Sliding along the walls of the hallway, I got closer to what was supposed to be his room. As I glided by a door I thought was closed, something grabbed my gun from the holster behind me.

"Don't move," a voice said, and I felt the tip of my own gun against the back of my head.

Oh, just fucking great!

"Hands behind your head and back up slowly," the voice said and, not wanting to get shot by my own bullet, I obeyed. He jerked the knife out of my hand as I backed up.

A second hand grabbed my shoulder once I'd cleared the doorframe. I was turned to face the inside of the room, but not my captor; he turned with me. Then I heard the door close behind me. A moment later, he circled around to stand in front of me, still pointing the gun at my head, but now in my face.

"Jonathan," I stated simply. I quickly looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him. It wasn't difficult; he was as naked as the rest of us back home. And his cock was an impressive length for a twelve-year-old.

"You have the advantage," he said plainly. "I'm assuming someone from the American government sent you to kill me." As I wasn't giving away anything classified, I just nodded back. "Why?"

"You stopped reporting in over three months ago," I told him. "It's making them nervous."

"I don't care," he said emphatically.

"They do."

"Obviously, but why?"

"It's a security risk. They don't like not knowing what you're doing. You were told to do that before they assigned you here."

"And they sent you to do me just because of this?" I nodded again. He looked me over, examining pretty much every inch. His eyes lingered on my crotch, but only for a few seconds more. "You couldn't have completed the training, yet."

"I haven't." I wanted to keep answers like that as brief as possible.

"They send a trainee after me? That's insulting."

"They thought I was good enough to do it. Apparently not."

He smirked back.

"What were your orders?" I looked at him and then looked away. "I could kill you if I wanted."

"Go ahead; shoot," I said, thinking I could call his bluff. "Someone else will be along to finish the job. Eventually, you'll be just as dead."

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Not really."

"You're a brave little shit, I'll give you that much, but it won't save you." I remained silent and looking away from him. "Turn and walk." He directed me towards a door on the side of the room.

Having little choice in the matter, I turned and walked. The room he headed me towards was a bathroom. I was a little shocked at that.

"Strip!"

Grumbling at my ineptitude, I began removing my clothing. After taking off the last vestiges of my coverings, he looked me up and down again.

"I can see why they chose you for the program. You got a nice body." I didn't bother answering. "Get into the shower and make it quick."

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as I turned.

"My master will want to see you, and he'll want you looking and smelling good."

Still having little choice, I did as he directed. I slid into the shower and got clean. All the while, Jonathan never stopped looking at me. As I cleaned off the dirt, I wondered if he was getting a hard-on by looking at me. When I stepped out, I saw that he was soft, but seemingly interested. I toweled off quickly and stood there. He motioned with the gun to go back to his bedroom.

"You don't have to do this, Jonathan," I said, not looking back at him.

"Shut up," he answered.

From there, we went back into the hall and he had me turn back to my right. The bedroom at the end of that corridor had a double door. He side-stepped me and opened the door for me. I went through it. Snoring filled the room as we went inside. I was led to stand next to a magnificent four-poster bed.

"Master?" Jonathan said, shaking the bed. The man in the bed stirred, but didn't wake. He did it again and he groaned awake.

"What are you doing here, Juanito?" he asked groggily.

"I have a present for you, Master," he answered.

The man woke up fully and turned on the light. Confusion hit him first, and then a smile. Pulling back the covers, the president swung his legs out and looked at me fully. I saw his fat, hairy belly and was immediately repulsed by him. Lust began filling his eyes as he looked me over and his cock began growing.

"Do you know who I am, boy?" he asked and I nodded. "Are you here to kill me, then?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm on holiday."

I got a hard enough slap across my face that sent me to the floor. Spitting the blood out of my mouth, I got back up to look at him fully again. He smirked back.

"You have spirit, boy. Good, I like that. It makes it a more interesting challenge."

"I'm not going to tell you anything, so you might as well kill me now."

"I have heard those words before, and from stronger people than you."

"Obviously not," I said, scowling backwards to Jonathan. As I turned back, I got another slap to the face. As I reeled from that one, the president grabbed me by my throat and yanked me to him, putting my nose less than an inch from his.

"We shall see how long your bravado lasts, boy," he said, snarling.

By my neck, I was yanked onto the bed and thrown down on the covers. The dictator moved to lay his body on top of mine. I closed my legs, but I knew it wouldn't make much difference; I was going to get fucked by this creep. He used his legs to force mine back open.

"I will enjoy this, boy," he hissed in my ear.

"I've had bigger than you, shithead," I growled back.

"We shall see." I then felt the tip of his cock at my back door. "Right now!" he said, and shoved forward.

He was large, but after months of both Powers and Tom, it was nothing I couldn't handle. I barely even acknowledged him being inside me. Seconds later, he shoved again and I felt his rough pubic hair against my smooth bottom. Using one hand against the back of my head and neck, he pushed up and then began sawing into me.

With one of them having a cock inside my ass and another with a gun pointed at me, I was helpless to do anything but lie there. He was brutal in his assault, making me feel all of him with every thrust.

"Oh, you do feel good, boy," he cooed.

"I'm surprised you can feel anything with that fat belly of yours," I taunted back.

Harshly grabbing my hair and pulling, he made a sadistic shove of his hips into me, seething at my insult. I winced, but made no other outward sign of him doing anything to me.

"Was I supposed to feel something?" I asked amusedly.

"Shut up, boy, or I will shut you up. You are ruining this for me!"

"Well, I'm so sorry for that," I shot back.

He growled and shoved inside me again. The assault lasted several more minutes before he was through with me. I felt his spunk shoot and then him pulling out. He climbed off me, but kept his hand at the back of my head.

"What do you want me to do with him now, Master?" Jonathan asked.

"Give him to the guards for a while. Then we will see what is left of him when they are through."

"Yes, Master," Jonathan replied.

I was marched out of the room at gunpoint. Jonathan had me turn and go down the stairs.

"You should not have come here," he said as we got to the bottom.

I remained silent, thinking that he was correct. We walked from the back of the house to the guard's shack. Inside was a room with four men inside playing cards. Their faces lit up when they saw me enter. Jonathan told them something in Spanish and their card game was forgotten.

They were on me in an instant. Two of them dragged me to the table they were just using while the other two retrieved some rope. My upper body was thrown across the table while my legs dangled off the side. One man had me by my wrists and held me down as another one couldn't wait. He unzipped his pants and shoved his cock inside. When the ropes arrived, the other three tied me down to the top of the table as the fourth continued to rape me as hard as he could.

One other guard got in front of me and slapped me until I opened my mouth for him. The table was sized to accommodate him so he shoved his dick into my orifice. He smelled like urine; made me want to puke.

All four of them had cocks that were smaller than I was used to, so I dealt with it. Jonathan stayed around for a while, but left as the third man was taking me from behind. They didn't let up for a moment. When one was finished, another took his place. Soon, they began trading shifts with the ones on duty so everyone could have their turn.

I don't know exactly how long it lasted, but it was way into the afternoon before it stopped. I was tired, but I was unable to fall asleep with a cock being shoved up my ass. So, when it eventually stopped, I took my opportunity to sleep. It felt like only moments later before I was being woken up again by the same sensation.

When this one was through, a new man showed up. This one wasn't interested in fucking me. With one hand, he lashed my back with a belt. It takes no imagination to figure out what he was doing with the other one. He would time the lash with the stroke of his hand on his smallish cock. It was actually pathetically small and I giggled at the sight.

Big mistake.

He left his cock alone and just concentrated on thrashing me with the belt. I held out for as long as I could before I screamed. And with each subsequent lash, I cried out in pain. Lash after agonizing lash assaulted my back, butt, and legs. I couldn't deal with this amount of pain, but thankfully, I didn't have to. The door behind me finally opened and I heard Jonathan's voice say something in Spanish. The man stopped and the belt dropped to the floor.

"I tried to tell you," he said, coming to stand next to me. I turned away.

"Fuck off, Jonathan."

"My master wishes to speak to you again, so I can't," he said, and began untying me from the table.

Severely weakened by my experience, he and one of the guards had to carry me by my upper arms between them back to the house. I walked, but it wasn't a normal gait.

The president was waiting in his office on the first floor. Jonathan and the guard threw me down onto the floor upon entry. I spit out some blood onto the floor and then looked up to him.

"You do not look so good, boy," he said as if I couldn't have figured that out for myself.

"What do you want? I was busy."

"Busy dying?"

"Something like that."

"I wanted to see if you had anything to tell me, yet," he answered, coming around his desk to squat down in front of me.

"Yeah; you're ugly as well as fat."

He quickly stood back up and kicked me. I was ready for it and grabbed his leg at the ankle after he made contact. I twisted around with him and he lost his balance. As I scrambled to punch him in the face, something grabbed my arm, preventing me from completing the swing. After months of fighting with the others, I instinctively knew how to handle this and kicked hard into Jonathan's midriff. He let go of me, but the brief diversion allowed the tyrant to recover enough to waylay me across the jaw.

The dictator pushed me back down to the ground. Due to the punch, I was only vaguely aware of him shoving his cock back inside me. Right there on his office floor, the man fucked me as hard as he could again. I was pretty much out of it, but I do remember him finishing. He zipped up his trousers when he was done and turned back to Jonathan.

"Give him back to the guards again," he said and returned to the desk.

"Yes, Master," Jonathan answered sychophantly.

The guards had their way with me throughout that night as well. I didn't even feel anything this time. It was as if I was on automatic pilot, where nothing could hurt me. I didn't know if it was the training that helped or just having the shit knocked out of me for over two days straight. But somewhere along the way, I turned it into a game in my mind; one I was determined to win. They were not going to get the better of me, no matter the cost.

After getting the leather belt treatment again, I was taken back for another Q&A time with Jonathan's master. I was still somewhat less than cooperative again. I even bit his dick when he shoved it in my mouth and got a punch against the side of my head for my troubles.

The president told Jonathan something in Spanish again and I was dragged out of the office. This time, though, I wasn't taken back to the guard's shack. My hands and ankles were tied in a hogtie and I was thrown into the back of a car. One of the guards climbed into the driver's seat with Jonathan in the passenger's. The guard drove us to the edge of town.

When the car stopped, I was yanked out of the back and taken into the greenery that covered the Cordillera de la Costa mountain range. I was taken deep into the woods and forced down onto my knees. Both of them walked around to stand in front of me. Jonathan was carrying my gun beside him. The driver leaned down to say something to him and he just shrugged.

"Open up," Jonathan said as the man approached. "Try the same trick as you did earlier and I'll make sure your death is a long and painful one."

One last fuck.

Yeah, whatever.

Resigned to dying anyway, I opened my mouth for the Spanish man's cock. As Jonathan held the gun to my temple, the man grabbed the back of my head by my hair and shoved his manhood down my throat. He fucked my mouth for longer than I care to think about, but he eventually shot his stuff. Relieved, the driver pulled out and walked behind me.

Jonathan took a stance in front of me, aiming my own pistol at my head. I looked up at him. I knew not to expect mercy from him. But it all came down to this. I was going to die from a failed attempt on my first mission; at nine years old.

Live with that for eternity.

At least it won't be with you.

"Any last words?" Jonathan asked.

"Just three; watch your back," I growled.

"Always do."

And with that, the hammer was pulled back. I looked back down at the ground, closing my eyes to the inevitable. I began thinking of things. Would I feel it? The sight of Smith with his brains scattered all over the floor came into view; I cringed right then.

Thoughts of my parents then filled my mind as I continued to contemplate my last few seconds alive. Would I seen them again? My friends back at the facility were next. I wondered if they would be told how I died. Or even that I died. Knowing Parker, probably not.

Then the image of Tom. I smiled softly. I would miss him.

"Why are you smiling?"

"If you don't know, I'm not going to explain it to you," I said, smiling even more so. Then I realized; I really was okay with dying. "Just do it."

"As you wish."

More moments ticked by like lifetimes as I anticipated the shot. Just as I was thinking that it would never come, louder than life, the gun fired.

"So, are you ever going to tell us where you were last week?" James asked the Saturday morning a week later as he sat down with me for breakfast. The whole group had been pestering me about it for a whole week, now. And I wasn't showing any signs of breaking. Unfortunately, neither were they.

"Nope."

"Why not?" Alex asked as he joined us.

"I've told you guys a hundred times; it's classified; top secret. I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you."

"That's an old joke," Leon commented, faking a yawn.

"Who says I'm joking?" I asked, looking at them with a smirk.

Alex punched me in the shoulder for good measure. Jeff was in the PR still. It wasn't like him to do so badly and I privately wondered if he'd done so on purpose. Philip had spent the night there that previous night and was walking a little funny as he entered the room.

"You're walking a bit funny, Phil," I said, smirking.

"You're a good one to talk, Mr. Raccoon," he shot back with.

It was true. Even a week later, I was still looking like the forest animal. The week had given me time to think about just what had happened to me. It was still all too unreal the way things went down in Venezuela. It would take a long time to process.

I went back inside to take a shower, and saw Simon and Mike sucking each other off in the common room. Ignoring them, I continued onward. Such scenes were common place around there, now. It wasn't unusual to see two, three, or four of us engaged in some sort of sexual act. I, myself, had been abstaining from such frivolities since my return from Venezuela.

That previous week had been good, as it got me back to my normal routine; whatever that was. Now that it was March, sessions outside weren't all that terrible. The obstacle course, diving lessons (I always looked forward to those), tactics, technological studies, and weapons were the norm now for me. I know a few others were going through a few of those things, but I was getting all of them.

Ben, Alex, and Remmie were all doing well with their slave training, apparently. They also seem to be taking to it much better than I did. I could always tell when one had been fucked by Powers; they kind of walked a little different. I still smirked at them, knowing what they'd gone through.

The others were progressing in the different areas they were being trained and specialized in, and were doing as well as one might suspect.

It was the beginning of April when something new was added to the mix again. Jones walked in and lined us up. We filed out behind him and through the halls to a small armory. I'd already been here once, before my live mission, but the others hadn't seen it, yet. They were stunned, but kept silent. Jones showed us the different things that were there around us. Then came the guns.

"These guns are special," he said, picking one up and showing it to us. "These fire a shell that does not kill. What it does, is when it hits a limb on your body, it numbs that limb. If it hits your torso or head, it knocks you unconscious."

After putting down the gun, he picked up a grenade.

"This is a shock grenade. When it goes off, it works with the sensors in your collars to deliver the shock that will incapacitate you. It will be a little painful, I'm afraid, but it is better than being dead."

For some people.

"Now," he said, turning back to us, "you will be split up into two teams. You will be deployed from here into the field to go against each other in mock combat. Once you are deployed to the area, you will have one week to defeat your enemy. If no one is the victor, then both teams will lose, and spend a week in the punishment rooms."

"What do the winners get, Sir?" Alex asked. He was getting more polite by the day.

"The winners are awarded one week free of reprisals from the trainers."

"In other words, no one fucks us," I said, clarifying. He nodded.

"Oh, this is great," James said, getting excited.

"Calm down, James," I said, "you don't want to blow your wad so soon."

"If any of you are hit and your limbs are numbed, then you will lose the ability to use that limb for over a day. However, if you are knocked unconscious, you will be eliminated from the game. That is how each player will be taken out.

"The groups will be simple, the odd numbers on one side and the even numbers on the other. Odd numbers, please remain here, while the even numbers wait outside the door."

Alex, Mike, Philip, Scott, Simon, and Jeff, turned and left the room. Once the door was closed, Jones turned back to us.

"Get the things that you think you'll need. Don't worry about food or water; you'll have plenty of both shipped to the field with you. Also, once you get to the field, you'll get a map of the area."

"Okay," Leon asked, turning towards me, "what do you think we'll need?"

I started directing the group to get what we needed. Six backpacks were pulled off the shelves first. I got six sets of fatigues and boots, next. Canteens, watches, ropes, knives, small shovels, flares, and ponchos with liners were given for all six of us. Six radios were picked as well.

Four regular assault rifles were given to Leon, James, Ben, and Remmie. I took a sniper rifle, and Bull was getting a fully automatic machine gun. The sniper rifle was dismantled and stuffed into my pack. On the outside of my own pack, I put a stack of empty sandbags. I debated on taking handguns and decided that taking only two of them would be enough. I really didn't feel like we would need more than that. Bull and I split the handguns. Plenty of ammo for all the weapons was chosen. I also made sure I got a compass for Remmie.

We got our gear and headed to the garage where we got dressed. I could tell they were all itching to get out there; James especially. The second team emerged from the armory as we were getting onto our truck. We waited for them to get ready and then they loaded their truck as well. The trip into the field was unremarkable.

"Just what are we going to do once we get there?" James asked.

"Probably the best thing to do is set up a command area once we get there. But, we can't do that without checking out the terrain first. Until then, we just enjoy the ride."

"Kind of like getting fucked," Ben offered.

"You're turning into a real slut, you know that?" James said, turning towards him.

"You want me to suck you off?"

"Save it for later, guys," I said, stopping Ben before he dropped to his knees.

The journey continued for another hour or so. When the trucks finally stopped, we un-assed them and lined up in our teams with Jones in the middle. I checked out what Jeff had gotten for his team, as I knew he was doing the same. Apparently, he'd chosen almost the same equipment that I had, with one exception; no sniper rifle. This was going to be fun.

"Okay," Jones said, drawing us closer to him and spreading out the map before us, "both teams will get a map. The playing area is plainly marked. If one of you should go outside of that area, they will be eliminated from the game.

"Team one will head easterly and team two goes west. You will have the rest of today to set up your command areas. At seven o'clock, a flare will be shot in the air and the wargame will begin. Until then, no one crosses this middle marker. Any questions?"

Everyone shook their heads, no. We were given water and food rations to last a week. We shook hands with our opponents, exchanged some good-natured ribbing and insults, and then separated. We walked eastward for about fifteen minutes and I called a halt.

"Pull out the map, Remmie," I said and the two of us looked it over. "Let's see if we can find somewhere that will work for a headquarters."

"What about against that cliff?" James asked, looking at it.

"We want somewhere that's defendable, but also one that has an avenue of escape. But we might use that for a decoy, James."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's find an area first and then work on that later. We could use it as a trap. We'll see."

We selected a hill that we could defend easily as well as camouflage. I set everyone, including myself, to work on it. We spent the rest of the afternoon digging out a hole. I sent James on a scouting mission to acquire foliage that resembled the area. He didn't disappoint. Leon and Bull were the ones that made quick work of digging, making everyone's life a little easier. The hole that was dug into the top of the hill was deep and wide enough to hide all six of us with enough room for our equipment and weapons.

"What do we do with the dirt, Seth?" Bull asked.

"He's right; we can't cover that up," Ben offered.

"I know, and that's going to be your job, Ben," I said, smiling.

"Huh?"

"You know those sandbags we brought?" I asked and he nodded. "Fill them with the dirt and Remmie and I will take them over to the bottom of that cliff. That will be our decoy and trap."

"They'll see the sandbags, think that we set up our camp there, and attack the position, Ben wrapped up for me and I nodded.

"But, you'll have a surprise for them," James said, smiling.

"Exactly."

That was what we did. The cliffs were only about a couple hundred of meters away from us, so with me and Remmie working together, we were able to make a very believable position. We took some of the spare foliage from that area and stacked it around the sandbags, but not enough that couldn't be seen. There were a few gaps, but not too many.

Just as the sun was setting, the decoy was finished and ready. Before Remmie and I left, we set two grenades in the spot as a booby trap. All any of them would have to do to set it off would be to simply go inside the area.

When we got back to our regular site, James had really done an excellent job of hiding the place. I stood down from it and couldn't even tell anything was even there. As I cleared the top of the hill, it looked like a bush was at the opening, and a roof had been constructed of tree limbs, three ponchos, dirt, and more foliage to look as if it were a normal hill.

It was large enough to fit all six of us and our equipment inside. We couldn't lie down, but it could accommodate us. If four of us were in there, it would be tight, but we could manage lying down. No one would be able to stretch out, though.

"Well done, guys," I said, looking at my watch. We still had about an hour's worth of time before any attacks began.

"Check this out," James said, proudly.

He took me to a place that was a few feet away from the entrance to the bunker. It was a defensive position. It was equally hidden from the opposing side. He'd put the automatic machine gun there. I was impressed.

"I figured we could keep watch from here, as it still has an advantage over their trek this direction."

"Are you growing some sort of brain on me, James?"

"Fuck you, Seth," he said, smirking.

"Maybe later." We got a giggle from everyone and I took a few moments to assess everything.

"Bull, Leon," I said, and they turned towards me, "how are you guys feeling?"

"Well, we're kind of worn out, Seth," Bull complained lightly.

"Good. Go ahead and get some sleep; at least four hours' worth. We need you guys well rested to take the early morning guard shift." They nodded that they understood. "We cannot afford to be lax here, guys. One moment of carelessness could cost us the game."

They all agreed. Bull and Leon left for the shelter while I turned to the other three.

"We need to hurry and set up a few booby traps around the area. But we can't make it look obvious that this is our command bunker."

"Then, what?" James asked.

"Just three of them. Remmie, go to the other site and set up a simple booby trap. It'll make it appear more legit. If one of them springs the trap, they'll think they're on the right trail."

"Right," he said and left.

"James, you, me and Ben will set up two of them around here."

"What if they come this direction first?" Ben asked.

"Then we'll improvise. Either way, we'll have some sort of warning about what they are doing."

The three of us worked together to set up one booby trap with a grenade. Remmie joined us and we set up a trap that involved bending a tree over backwards to the ground. It took all three of them to bend it over and for me to set it up. We covered up our tracks as best as we could and then headed back to our headquarters. Just as we got there, a flare went up into the sky.

"It's on," James commented.

"Guess so." I took a deep breath. "Okay, get your weapons and radios. Have them with you at all times. Also, try to get a little sleep. We'll let them make the first move."

"Jeff may be thinking the same thing," Ben offered.

"We'll know soon enough."

They slipped back into the command area. Remmie and I covered their tracks and then headed off to the machine gun nest. I took a quick look around and then sat down. Remmie continued looking out.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, just keep your voice down; sound travels farther at night."

"Why won't you tell us where you were two weeks ago? Did they do something that horrible to you or something?"

"No, it didn't have anything to do with anyone around here. But, let me ask you this; if your life depended on keeping something quiet, would you?"

"Of course."

"Now you know where I'm coming from."

"That bad?"

"Yeah. You have to realize just how real our situation is, Rem. If one of us knows what another person's job is going to be, it could compromise that person's life. For example, no one, except me, Alex, and Ben, knows what you're doing. If any of the others find out, then you're even more exposed.

"So, in a sense, the less any of us know, the better."

"I suppose so," he said, turning back to the open night.

Remmie and I took turns keeping watch over the area for the next few uneventful hours. I told him to get James and Ben for the next shift and he nodded and left. James took our place while Remmie and I went back inside the shelter. Ben covered things up for us and then headed down to stay with James. I told him to have Bull and Leon take over at about two o'clock or so.

"No one sleeps, guys."

"Got it," Ben said with a nod and then left.

I was zonked and crashed almost immediately. All too soon, I was being woken up by Leon. Nothing had happened over night. I wasn't too surprised at that.

"What do we do now?" Ben asked, waking up also.

"Lemme get some breakfast first," I said, grumpily.

As I ate, I looked over the map with Remmie. I wondered where Jeff had set things up for his group. Looking at the area, I came to two conclusions.

"We need a reconnaissance patrol," I said, folding up the map.

"Remmie, are you and Leon up for it?"

"Why them?" James asked.

"Because Remmie's the best with a compass. And Leon doesn't talk as much as you do. I need Bull here with the machine gun, and Ben's hair would stand out like a drag queen at a Marine boot camp." They giggled and finally died back down for me to continue talking.

"Look guys, you wanted me to lead you. That means that I can't have my orders questioned every time I give them. If we lose because I fuck up, then it'll be my fault and someone else can take command the next time.

"But if we're going to have any chance at winning this, and you want me to take the lead, then follow my orders as I give them."

"Fair enough," Leon said, shrugging.

"I agree," Bull said.

"Good. If there's no more discussion, will you please get ready and go?"

"What do you mean by 'get ready'?"

"Get some of the grass and branches and things and camouflage yourselves."

"Oh. Got it."

James and Ben helped them get disguised and they were off. I reminded them of the fact that they were just on a scouting mission; don't shoot at them. In the meantime, I had Bull and James dig out a hole in our shelter for an escape tunnel, so to speak. I just had them disperse the dirt as carefully as possible. Ben and I stood guard at the nest.

It was several hours later till Leon and Remmie returned. I wasn't worried. If they hadn't returned by dusk, then I'd know something was wrong, but just a few hours wasn't a big deal. Remmie was smiling from ear to ear as they walked up.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We found out where they are," he said, still grinning.

"What's going on?" I asked, thinking that there had to be more to it.

"Just that we saw Jeff getting fucked by Simon and Scott," Leon said.

"That's no big deal," I answered back. It was happening more and more with him.

"Yeah, but they'd shoved a tree limb up his ass," Remmie replied. "They had him on the ground, tied up with some kind of gag in his mouth and really pumping him with that limb. He had some red lines all over his body, like they'd beaten him silly."

"And he seemed to be really enjoying it," Leon added.

"Okay, guys, whatever they were doing to him is beside the point. Did you learn anything useful? Like the layout of their place, or how they had things positioned?"

"Here," Remmie said, and pulled out a piece of paper.

I started looking it over when I noticed that they were looking at each other in a strange way. I raised an eyebrow.

"Is there something else?"

"Just that I don't think Jeff's in charge of their group," Leon answered. "We think Mike is."

"He was the one who was telling the others how to torment Jeff."

"Could be a trick," Ben offered.

"Could be," I said, returning my attentions back to Remmie's drawing. "But it really doesn't concern us what they do to him."

I looked things over and came up with an idea about how to attack them. I came up with a strategy based on some of my past experiences, and with a few ideas from the others, and then called it a day. We took turns getting some rest, hoping that the other team wouldn't. The sun set soon enough and we got prepared.

"Should we keep someone here? Just in case?" James asked.

"Just in case of what, James? In case we don't come back? If that happens, they'll have all the weapons, a great deal of us captured, and it'll be at least four against the one we leave back here. It's best if we take everyone and see what comes."

"Okay, I was just asking," he said, in the way of a small apology.

"I know, and I'm not griping; just explaining," I said with a smile back. I turned to the others then.

"Remember, any sound we make is going to be louder and travel farther, so watch where you step and where you touch. Also, beware of traps. They've had just as much time as we have to get things set up.

"Does everyone know all the contingency plans?"

They nodded and I got us going. For the beginning part, we walked in single file, spread out. The others knew where we were going, so if we got separated somehow, we could regroup without too much difficulty. At the right point, we separated into teams of two. Remmie and James went to the left, to circle around them. Ben and Bull stayed there in the center, making sure none of them run in that direction. Leon and I circled to the right.

We were careful. As we got closer to the spot where they were, we moved slower and slower. I was climbing over a log at one point, and almost tripped a trap. They'd placed a grenade there with a tripwire. I disarmed it and took the grenade with us. Leon made the hand signal to take a closer look. I nodded, but signaled to be cautious.

He crawled up there, but as he was about to go over the top of their place, a shot rang out and hit him on the arm. I grabbed him to pull him back. Something came out of the ground and grabbed me by my leg. I used the handgun to shoot whatever it was; it was Philip, and I got him in the chest. Not willing to leave Leon behind, I grabbed him and we scrambled away.

"Fire," I said into my radio and the night was lit up with gunfire.

They'd laid the ambush, but didn't know how to close it. I used their own grenade against them and threw it into their small bunker. It went off as we were making our escape.

Leon and I made it to the assembly area, with Ben and Bull right behind us. But, I heard a grenade go off and gunfire being exchanged.

"We need to help them," Bull suggested.

I agreed and we started towards the sounds. Moments later, it was silent. I called a halt to our advance. Using signals, I told the others to stay there, and they nodded. I slowly crawled up to where the sounds had been coming from. I saw James and Remmie on the ground, hogtied.

Wonderful; our two most useful people are gone.

"Tell us where they are, James," Mike was saying to James's face.

"Fuck off, Mike," James retorted and got a kick to the face for it.

I'd seen enough, so I double backed to my troupe.

"We have to go back for them, Seth," Bull said as we got close to our area.

"We can't, Bull," Ben said, as ticked off as I was at losing our teammates.

"It's too late, Bull," I said, backing up Ben. "Let's just hope they know what to do now that they've been captured." Then an idea hit me. "You guys go on to the shelter. I'm going to the decoy."

"Why?" Ben asked.

"Because if one of them does what they're supposed to do, then the other team will go right to the decoy. I'll be there waiting for them when they do."

"All by yourself?" Bull asked, surprised.

"Nope; I'll have company," I said, patting my sniper rifle on the butt.

I headed off in that direction, knowing that this would work. As I made my way there, I heard a muffled scream come from our enemy's camp. They were really working on one of them; probably Remmie. When I got to the area where the decoy position was set up, I looked around for the right spot to take. There was a fallen tree off to the side that had stopped on a slant. It was perfect.

I moved over and climbed up. I was able to hide in the bushes very easily and could see the decoy position without too much getting in my way. I got everything set and waited. From the sounds of things, James and Remmie were putting on a real show for them. I'd told them that if anyone gets captured, let the others torment them for a while. And once they've thought that they've been broken, let them know where the decoy is. Simple.

Yeah; right.

The night lasted longer than I thought. James and/or Remmie didn't give in until the next morning when the sun was coming up. I was kind of hoping that they would have held out a little longer, but no big deal. I'll make allowances. I cat-napped the rest of the day, waking up every so often, but no one came over. I figured they would wait till that evening, anyways.

Sure enough, a few hours after sundown, I heard something in the woods. I looked and saw four shapes walking towards the decoy. Slightly moving into position, I took aim at them. They side-stepped the grenade booby-trap Remmie put in.

Good. It'll make them more confident that we were helpless.

I saw Mike lead them around, and once they went into the decoy, the grenade went off 'killing' two of them; Mike and Alex. I opened fire and got the third one, Simon, right in the chest. The last person, Scott, turned and ran, unable to find me. I got him in the back as he cleared a tree. I wondered if Jeff was alive or dead.

Guess it's time to find out.

"You're joking," Ben said, visibly impressed.

"Nope. All we gotta do now is find out if Jeff is gone."

We carefully made our way over and saw that Remmie and James were still hogtied, but Remmie was blowing Jeff's cock. Jeff had his legs spread wide open with his head back in a very relaxed pose, obviously enjoying himself. Smirking, I walked up and put my handgun to the back of his head.

"You want to give up now, or shall I shoot you?"

"Man," James was saying on the road back to the facility, "that was so fucking great!"

We all echoed his sentiments. All of us were feeling pretty good about our experience out in the field. And now, a week without getting raped or abused by the trainers. But, it had been a while since I'd spent any time with Tom. He would be my first stop, after a shower, once we got back.

The equipment was returned to the armory and we headed inside to the living quarters. Showers were taken and real food was eaten. After eating with them, I excused myself from the festivities.

"Where're you going?" James asked.

"To see someone," I answered back, smirking.

"Mr. Gower?"

All I did was smile and leave.

"SLUT!" James called after me. I flipped him the middle finger and kept walking.

I knocked on Tom's door and it was opened almost immediately with a smile and a hard cock in my face. I walked inside and threw myself face-down on Tom's bed. He came to me and laid his honed frame on top of me.

"Miss me?" he asked, whispering in my ear.

"Not really," I commented back with a shrug.

"Yeah, well, we'll just see about that," he said and pushed his cock into position behind me.

With an easing motion forward, he began opening me up again. I moaned as I accepted all that he gave me. It was like coming home again and it felt great. Once he was fully inside me, he wrapped his arms under my armpits right at the shoulder and began fucking me with all the strength he could muster. I was just getting to the point of almost cumming myself, and he climaxed.

"You couldn't have waited a few more minutes?" I complained.

"I couldn't help it, kid; you're just so damn hot," he said, nuzzling my neck.

I giggled back. Instead of pulling out, he simply allowed my body to expel his flaccid member. Once it was out, we simply turned on our sides to rest. I was looking out the window, imagining my future. I wondered what I would be doing, now that the training was almost a year gone.

"Could I stay with you?" I asked, looking back and up towards him.

"I told you that my door is always open to you, Seth," he said.

"No, I mean when my training's done. Can I?"

"We'll see what Parker thinks when this is over with. But, you know what I'll have to do as a trainer here."

"Yeah, I know you're gonna have to fuck other kids when they're going through their training. And you know I'm gonna have to get fucked by other guys out on missions. So, I guess we'd be even."

"You know, it's amazing how mature you are," he said, genuinely impressed.

"And it's amazing how much I've come to love your cock," I answered back.

"The feeling's mutual," he smiled.

"You like your cock, too?" He playfully slapped my face in response.

We snuggled up close for a good night's sleep. Or at least, he did. I laid there for a while, not nodding off, no matter how tired I was. Venezuela kept creeping back in my mind. I tried pushing out, but it remained. I was lucky to be alive, and I knew it.

If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all…

Oh, shut up. But I smiled at the thought anyways.

When Tom began lightly snoring, I slipped out from under his arm and went over to the glass wall that separated us from the outside world. I sat down on the floor and continued thinking. What would my life be like when the training was over? And now that my training had taking on a real world characteristic, how much more would I be going through?

After some time, I got up and went back to Tom's bed. It took another hour before I really began to doze off. My sleep that night was not restful; bad dreams kept infiltrating my mind. I woke up not very well rested.

"You were tossing and turning the whole night, Seth," Tom astutely commented.

"Yeah, I know. Just had a bad night."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

"No, not really, but thanks for offering," I said, thinking that I could possibly trust him to keep his mouth shut about things, but there was no telling whether or not they bugged the rooms. Probably did.

The next week was great; the six of us that were on the winning side got to watch the others get flogged, whipped, shocked, and fucked, over our classroom desks, tables in the cafeteria, during different classes around the facility in the afternoons, and in the evenings right before bed. It happened so many times, I thought that Alex and Simon would be walking that way permanently.

"I may never eat another meal in here again," Alex said after getting fucked on the table for the fourth time that Friday afternoon.

"At least not on this table," James suggested.

"Hell, I may never eat on this table again," I retorted.

"Don't know what you're complaining about; you like jizm," he shot back.

"Yeah; just like you like getting your head bashed in."

"Now, that's a new one."

The playful banter lasted another ten minutes before we called it quits. As the six losers of the wargame week didn't really feel like doing anything, the six of us went into the workout room for some sex time. Leon and I had our turns at Remmie, fucking him at both ends, and Ben and James enjoyed a sixty-nine. Bull went off to himself for a time of jacking off. The time lasted until it was lights-out. That night was actually restful for me.

April blew through without too many more complications. We had another field exercise about three weeks later, where the groups were mixed up again. My group came out the victor once again, as well. I so enjoy winning. At the beginning of May, we were given a new test.

Jones walked us into a room where there were a set of twelve handguns, three clips of ammunition for each, and a map. He had us walk over to the map as he explained the exercise.

"This one is going to be in a small city; this city. It's about twenty-four square blocks or so. Everyone in the city is either employees of the company stationed here, there, or at headquarters, or members of their families. Even those that work at the different shops, like the grocery store or gas station. In other words; they're in the loop about this thing.

"Your task will be simple; you're going to hunt someone down and 'kill' him. If you shoot one of the civilians, you will be penalized by being removed from the hunt, so watch where your bullets go."

"Who will we be hunting?" James asked.

"Seth."

"WHAT?!" I asked, taking a step back.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy the shit outta this one!" James said, rubbing his hands together, and smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

"Don't get too enthusiastic, James," Jones said, looking hard at him. Then he turned to me. "You'll have an advantage. Your gun will have a silencer on it, so it won't make as much noise as the others."

"So, I can shoot back?"

"Oh, definitely," he said, nodding, "with the same restriction; hit a civilian, and you're out. In other words, you lose immediately."

"And what are we playing for?" James asked.

"Same thing. If Seth wins by either eliminating all of you, or lasts out the whole week, then he gets a free week. If you get him by week's end, then you get the freebee, and he spends the weekend in the punishment room."

"You people are going down," I said with a certain amount of relish. To be honest, I believe all of us were looking forward to this one. I sort of wanted a little redemption for what happened in Venezuela and I was guessing they wanted to knock me down a peg or two.

"We'll see about that," Jeff challenged back.

"Besides shooting of the civilians, is there anything I can't do?" I asked Jones.

"You can't put someone in grave danger, like blowing up the gas station, or something like that. But, other than that, there isn't anything."

"But, we do have to stay in the town?" Jeff asked, making sure.

"Yes, all of you do have to stay within the small town. There's a fence that traverses the playing field, so there won't be anyone that will be able to cheat on that."

"Do the civilians there stay there year round?" Philip asked.

"No. We pull them in a week ahead of time specifically for this exercise."

"Will the civilians help or are they just there for getting in the way?" I asked, thinking that I was going to be vastly outnumbered if my classmates are going to get help from the locals.

"As this is as close to real life as we can get, some of the locals will help, others will hinder, others will do nothing. It's up to you to judge for yourself."

"But if they hold me back, and I can't shoot them, that's going to put me in a real bind."

"If one of them pulls a gun on you to hold you, then you have permission to shoot them."

I breathed a little easier. Not being able to think of anything else to ask, I turned my attention back to the map, checking it over several more times. The town was large, but not too large. There was a small business district, housing area, small school, park, and church. It all looked very quaint.

We got dressed in black fatigues. I was armed with a knife and my handgun with the silencer and three extra clips of bullets. They had the same thing, excluding the knife. However, they had something I didn't; a set of night vision goggles. This was definitely going to be challenging.

"Okay, another instructor is going to take Seth to the town. Two hours later, I'm going to take the rest of you there." Jones then turned to me. "You have two hours, Seth, not a minute longer."

"Understood," I said with a nod.

I walked out to the motor pool area to see Tom standing there. I smiled at him and we loaded into a jeep. We talked along the way, mostly about some personal things, and then pulled into the compound about a half hour later. Excluding the fence that surrounded the place, no one would have suspected this to be a training ground for the US government. It looked like a nice, small mid-western town.

"Good luck," he said stopping in the middle of the place.

"They're the ones that will need the luck," I said back, smiling. "See you Friday evening."

"Got an erection with your name on it," he said, smirking.

"All of them better have my name on them," I retorted and shut the door to the jeep.

He sped off in the direction of the gate and I headed away from the center of town. My first stop was the grocery store. I raided the stores for some food and bottled water. A lady came over to stop me, but I pulled out the gun and pointed it at her face. She knew the gun wouldn't hurt her, but if this was to be as close to real as possible, then she would act as if there were real bullets in here. She backed off and I ran out of the store with my goods. I checked my watch, and I had about ninety minutes left.

I turned away and began looking for a place to hold up; a sort of central place to run to if I needed it. I used all of those ninety precious minutes to find that spot. I was kind of nearing panic when I saw it. It was a space under a house and it was easily disguisable. I was still going to have to be careful when I entered and exited, but it was still as good a place as any. The house sat on some supports with a sort of mesh that traversed the house, covering up the small gap. From where I was, I could see out, but unless someone was looking in right next to it, they'd never see me.

My biggest problem now, was being outnumbered eleven-to-one. That was going to have to change; and fast.

After stowing my gear in my little hideout, I headed back towards the entrance to the small town. The bus carrying my classmates came into the compound shortly after I got there. I had positioned myself in an alley with a narrow escape route. When they began offloading the bus, I took aim and fired, hitting my intended target, Jeff, right in the chest. I turned and ran from the bus as fast as I could.

"That wasn't funny, Seth," I heard James yell after me.

One down, ten to go.

Yep.

I wasn't sure if they were going to have Jeff out for the whole game, but he would be out for a day at the very least. That gave me time to gain a little advantage.

I continued running till I got to the back of a small, empty restaurant. Slipping inside, I moved to the front, and took up a posture of observing them. I could only see a few of them from my vantage point, but it seemed they'd broken into teams. The only one I could see was three of them; Ben, Remmie, and Philip. That wasn't surprising; they usually worked very well together. With ten opponents, I wondered how the others were split up; probably another threesome and two teams of two. That would have been how I would have done it.

"So, you're the one they're looking for, eh?" a voice asked from behind me. I turned around and pointed my gun at the man. He was kind of portly with a kind face, dressed in a white apron; the cook for the restaurant. He raised his hands up, showing he was friendly. I wasn't ready to trust him yet. "I ain't gonna hurt you, son."

"Sure." I lowered my handgun, but wasn't willing to turn my back on him so readily.

Thinking that it would be best not to hang around too long, I decided to leave the place in peace. Making sure the back of the place was clear, I left. Scooting around corners, I made my way back to my hideout. I had to wait till nightfall before launching any type of real resistance. I managed to get some sleep, trying to save myself for the nighttime when it was more prudent to walk around.

Close to dusk, I woke up from some noise. Two of them walked by, searching. A little while later, the owners of the house came home, but otherwise, there were no interruptions. Once it became dark, I slipped out from under the house. It was clear from what I saw, and I circled around to see the family inside. Peering into the living room window, I saw a family of three; two parents and a boy about my age. They were eating dinner together.

I smiled and left them alone. Switching to a mode of seek and destroy, I began looking for the others. The town was still fairly lit up, due to streetlights, but I was still able to move fairly stealthily. Then an idea hit me. I moved around to angle towards a streetlight. Taking aim, I shot out the light, plunging the corner I was on to go pitch black. I quickly slipped down a dark alley to wait for them.

A team of two of them came running around the corner, guns raised.

"A streetlight just blew out," I heard Leon saying. "I thought it might have been Seth."

If you only knew.

As I was back from the left over light, they didn't see me take aim. I squeezed the trigger, and hit Leon's partner. Leon spun around, trying to get his gun back out, but I nailed him right in the back, sending him to the ground. Making it quick, I zipped over and saw that it was Mike that Leon had been partnered up with.

Eight more to go.

I quickly dragged their unconscious bodies into the alleyway. After taking Mike's gun, I was about to leave them, when I noticed that they had radios on them. Smirking, I pulled Mike's off and moved back to the dark side of the alley. I put the earphone in my ear; nothing. At least there was nothing going on at that time.

"Got anything, Mike?" James asked. I kept silent. "Mike?" A squawk later, and he was talking to someone else. "Alex, will you and Scott see if Mike's okay? I think he and Leon went over by Main and 2nd street."

"Sure thing," Alex answered back.

I climbed up onto the roof of the building that was shielding me and crouched down into a run for a better vantage point. Alex and Scott came around a corner, being a lot more cautious than Leon. I wasn't able to get a good shot at them where they were, but I was able to at least see who's on whose team. Every bit of intelligence was helpful.

"We got problems, James," Alex said into the radio.

"How so?"

"Leon and Mike are both down, and Mike's radio is missing," Alex informed him.

Silence for a split second.

"THEN GET OFF THE FUCKING RADIO, YOU IDIOT!!!!" James shouted into the mike. It was loud enough that I had to pull the earpiece out. I really had to cover my mouth, too, from flat-out laughing.

Alex was pissed, now. From my vantage point, I saw him turn to Scott and shove the radio into his chest.

"The next time he calls, tell him to fuck off for me; alright?" He turned and left Scott standing there in his tracks.

Smirking, I took aim and nailed Scott in the chest. I was gone before Alex could return. I made my way towards the house, keeping to the shadows, and made it a block from there when I saw James and his posse. He was accompanied by Bull and Simon; interesting decision on his part. They were headed in my direction, so I moved away and around the building I was using for cover. They never saw me, but I now knew the teams. James was going to either split them up again, or have Alex join Ben's team. This was something I had to know. Carefully, I followed them. A few blocks away, they met the others. All seven of them met at a corner in the middle of the town; stupid, real stupid.

"If you ever call me an idiot again, James, I'll beat you so bad, your own mother wouldn't know you," Alex growled at him immediately.

"My mother's dead, asshole," James spouted back.

"That doesn't matter, James. Don't do it again."

"Seth was probably listening in on the radio, Alex."

"And I wasn't telling you anything he didn't already know, moron," Alex retorted.

James shoved Alex in the chest for that. They got into a scuffle right there in the middle of the street, right where God and everyone else could see. I smiled at their lack of organization. James just wasn't the leader I thought he was in the beginning. His novelty had worn off with the others as well.

While the others were involved in the scuffle, Remmie watched from behind them. Taking advantage of their stupidity, I aimed and got him in the back. The others didn't even notice. Finally, Scott, Simon and Bull were able to break up the fight, but none of them had noticed Remmie being out, yet.

"Cool it, guys," Ben said, stepping in, "Seth's the problem. He's the one we need to get, not each other."

"Fine," James said, wiping the blood off his lower lip.

"But, what do we do about him?"

Alex turned and saw Remmie on the ground. That was when I hightailed it out of there, giggling to myself. They were now down to six. If I was in charge of them, I would break up into three teams of two, but there was no telling what James was going to do. If I didn't get any more of them, at least I'd gotten the best of half of them. I decided right then to be a little daring and see what would happen.

I ran across Main Street as they were still talking. Simon shouted that he saw me.

"You're dreaming, Simon," James said, "Seth wouldn't be so stupid as to cross this street, knowing we were here."

"I swear James, I saw him," Simon said emphatically.

"Then go after him, if you want," I heard him say back.

"No way, not by myself," Simon said, backing down.

"Then shut up and listen," James said, trying to get control of them. "We need to break back up into teams. Scott; you, Simon, and Alex are on one team. I'll take Ben and Bull with me. If Seth's got a radio, he'll be listening in and trying to find out what we're doing, so stay off it."

"So, how the fuck are we going to communicate?" Simon asked.

"Smoke signals, of course," Ben said, as if stating the obvious. It got a few rounds of chuckles and even James seemed to lighten up about things.

"We're just going to have to be on our own and not communicate with each other."

I smirked; that was nice to know. Figuring that there wasn't much else I could learn from listening any longer, I circled around the block and edged along the fence to cross back over Main Street to get back to my hideout. I squirmed under the house and relaxed. They were on edge and nervous. I'd gotten almost half of them in a very short amount of time. I wasn't going for surviving till Friday; I was going for eliminating all of them by that time. Knowing who was in charge of them, I figured I had a good shot at it. My main concern was Simon. He had to be next to be taken out; no one was as good with a weapon as he was. After getting something to eat, I got comfortable and then fell asleep.

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