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A Boy in Trouble

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4l

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Follow the kids. You can always return to the police station later.

4l part 1.

The noises from the kids were only faint and soon vanished in the other sounds from the city. The police station was all that mattered to me anyway. Inside would be policemen like the ones I had met during the visit to the local police station back home in Nastvaed. They had been kind and allowed all of us boys to try on their bulletproof vests and riot helmets and had taken us outside to sit inside a police car and even demonstrated the lights and siren. We had been told to cover our ears, which only few of us had done. I hadn't and I could still remember the loud wails that had made my ears hurt.

This police station didn't look like the one back home, it was more rundown and didn't have large windows at the front. It actually looked a little scary compared to the one back home.

It's only bad guys, like criminals who have anything to worry about when entering a police station. I haven't done anything wrong. Well, nothing I haven't been punished for already so I have nothing to fear.

I looked for traffic before I quickly ran across the street. Much to my surprise the entrance doors were locked but I soon located the doorbell and pushed it. Like magic, I heard a click from the nearest door and it opened a couple of centimetres. Without wondering why the doors had been locked in the first place I happily pushed open the door and went inside. It wasn't until I was inside and the door had closed and locked behind me that I started to worry if this had been such a clever thing to do.

The room I found myself standing in wasn't at all like the vestibule at the police station back home. First, it was somewhat dark in there and second there were no one in there but me. I had expected to see a desk of some kind with a police person behind it. Instead there was a metal bench bolted to the wall and floor. And nothing else. No plants, no lamps, no carpet, not even linoleum on the floor. The two windows in the room sat high on the walls, almost directly under the ceiling and had bars in front of them.

There were doors, like the one I had used to enter the room, but none of them had any doorknobs or door handles. Only a keypad and a fingerprint scanner next to them.

There's a camera up there. So they know I'm here. Well, they would've known someone entered, I had to ring the doorbell after all!

I stood where I had stopped for a while, perhaps five minutes though it was hard to tell as there were no clocks or other means of telling time in the room and I didn't have my wristwatch any longer of course, had lost it months earlier. I figured there was no point in standing when I could be sitting and it didn't seem like the police in Alishamadad were in any hurry to speak to me to find out why I was there, so I sat on the bench. The cold hardness of the seat almost made me get back up on my feet, but I thought it would soon warm from my body heat.

'Sides, it feels nice to cool my bum cheeks like this. Boy, did Greg ever hit them hard this morning!

***

Just as I was starting to think the cold and hard metal bench was going to be my bed for the night, one of the doors opened. Unfortunately, it wasn't the door I had entered, but one of the inner doors. The man who appeared in the door didn't look like a policeman to me, he wasn't in uniform. He certainly wasn't smiling either, when he crooked his finger and bid me to come closer. While I at this time knew the police in this country likely wasn't going to help me I got up from the bench and went to him.

I don't want them to get angry with me. It's bad enough I can't leave even if I want to, I don't need to make it any worse for myself.

The man led me to a room with a steel table and two chairs. The table and one of the chairs were fixed to the floor and I was non-verbally told to sit on the chair that couldn't be moved.

"So," the man said all of a sudden and I jolted in my chair from the surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I came looking for help," I replied nervously.

"No, I mean, why are you here in my country? Let me see your passport."

"I don't have it on me."

That was true, all I had was the tunic Greg had bought for me to wear. As far as I knew, my passport was probably still buried in the rubble of my home at the military base. I hadn't seen it ever since I had boarded the plane that so swiftly carried me and my family from an air force base in my country to the one where we had went directly from the plane into a large helicopter.

"Where is it now?" the man asked me.

"I don't know for sure."

"You should know visitors must carry their passports at all times to be shown on demand to any and all law enforcement agents. It clearly says so on large posters at all border crossings."

I didn't respond. I hadn't seen any posters when I had entered the country. There hadn't been anyone asking to see any travel documents when I had passed the border.

"You're an illegal alien in this country. That is a very serious crime. You will be our guest until we find out where you're from and how you entered our country. It may take a long time as we have far more important matters to attend to. Don't worry, you won't have time to become bored while waiting. Wait here while I arrange for a transport to come fetch you. I hope you'll enjoy our hospitality."

He left the room and shut the door behind him before I had time to say anything. I wanted to object and to explain my reasons for being in his country, a country I still didn't know the name of, all I knew was the name of the city I was in. Alishamadad.

***

He said I wouldn't have time to get bored. It's been hours since he told me a transport would come for me and I'm utterly bored now. Bored and scared. Where is the transport going to take me and how long will I have to wait? Hopefully not for too long. I only came here looking for help, not to be accused of being an alien. Aren't aliens from outer space? I'm a human being!

The two men who picked me up wouldn't answer my questions, they zip tied my hands on my back and dragged me outside to a van and with no further ado simply shoved me into the back of it. They closed the rear doors before I fell to the floor inside of the van.

***

"Where have you taken me? How long am I going to be here? What is this place? Hey, you can't do that! Let go of me! Please, I'm just a kid."

The same men who had put me in the van, dragged me out of it by my ankles, again not saying a single word. It was dark by then, too dark to see anything other than a well-lit gate with a lot of razor sharp barbed wire on top. When they dragged me through the gate I managed to see part of the fence leading away from the gate on either side of it. It was wire mesh with plenty more of the barbed wire from the very bottom right up to the top five or six metres [15-20 ft] into the air.

"Has he been searched?" a vile looking woman asked the two men.

"No, he's only wearing the tunic though."

"You know better than that, even the smallest of rats can hold several items inside their bodies. Careless fools. Don't go easy on them simply because they are kids. You know most of them will do whatever it takes to escape from here."

"Well, this one walked into the police station on his own, so I doubt he's very clever."

"Did he now? And you don't find that suspicious? Not even a little? Take him to the clinic, I'll soon see for myself what this rat is hiding."

"I don't have nothing," I said timidly.

"Shut up, rat. Nobody's remotely interested in hearing what you have to say. The only thing that matters is the amount of work we can get out of you before you die."

That information had the outcome she wanted. I clammed up, too frightened and confused to say anything else.

Before I die? They intend for me to stay here for the rest of my life!

The woman led the way to a bare concrete building and the men walked on either side of me with a firm grip of both my upper arms. I'm not sure where they thought I'd be able to run to, the gate had been closed and looked like it was able to hold back a tank, certainly it was able to prevent me from getting very far away from my capturers.

"Strip him from that tunic and strap him into the chair. Make sure the straps are done up as tight as they can, I don't want him to be able to wriggle out of them. I've had that happen once before and it was too much hassle getting the rat back into the chair."

The chair didn't bear much resemblance to other furniture I'd heard classified as being chairs. It had a padded seat, a backrest and armrests but that was where all similarities ended. Instead of having four legs, like normal chairs, this one had only one, a large cylindrical metal leg bolted to the tiled floor. The seat looked like it was made from two pieces, currently positioned close together, with wide worn leather straps protruding up from the middle. The chair had leg- and footrests too, also with straps.

I soon found myself strapped tightly onto the chair, its individual parts adjusted to match my exact measurements. I could form fists with my hands but that was about the only thing I was able to do. I nearly screamed when the chair started moving underneath me, forcing my body to slowly stretch out to end up in a lying position parallel to the floor. It felt like I was hovering in mid-air, but the chair seemed to be designed for exactly this reason.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, feeling quite afraid.

"Didn't you gag him yet? Am I supposed to tell you every little thing you have to do? Sometimes I feel like you're as useless as the rats we have here."

"Sorry, Madam. I was just looking for the proper sized gag and I can't seem to locate it."

"I had to get rid of it, it was far too worn. Use the next size up, I don't care as long as you get him to shut up. It isn't like he has to wear it for days anyway."

"As you command, Madam."

One of the men had to hold my nose shut to get me to open my mouth as I didn't want anything to do with the bright yellow rubbery gag they tried to get into my mouth. In the end I had to open my mouth to take a breath of air and that's when one of them quickly held onto my chin while the other jam-packed the too large gag into my mouth. It felt like my jaw was going to pop out of its sockets and my tongue was flattened against the bottom of my mouth as the man quickly worked the gag past my teeth.

"We won't even have to strap it tight, look, he can't push it out by himself," the man who had held onto my chin said.

"You will strap it in at once!" the woman said, "Make sure it is as tight as the proper sized gag would sit. If you try to cut any more corners, I'll throw you in with the rats and make you work alongside them."

"They'd kill me!"

"And that wouldn't be such a terribly loss if they did. Get that gag seated properly and then leave. I'll manage the rest without you. Return at dawn, then I should've finished processing the rat. You can get him started working then."

"Yes, Madam. Thank you."

When the two men got the gag strapped in, the end of it inside my mouth was so close to my throat I had to work hard not to throw up. Every breath of air felt like it would trigger my gag reflex and I had to force myself to gently breathe in and out. Not at all easy when you're scared and crying. But, I simply couldn't panic. There'd be no place for the barf to go if I did throw up and I'd drown in my own vomit if I lost what little cool I had left in me.

"Alone at last. Now, let's see what you look like, shall we? A little to the small side, probably due to malnourishment. Oh well, at least you're used to going hungry then, which will be a good thing here. I hope you're prepared to fight for your food, otherwise you'll get none," the woman said like she was just making conversation.

She wheeled over a large apparatus and placed it in line with the reclining chair just behind the top of my head. I couldn't see all of it as my head was strapped to the chair, cushioned by a not very soft pillow made of leather. What I could see was the top of a circular shape about 25 cm [10 inch] thick. With a lot of noise it slowly started moving closer and closer to my head. My breathing got more troubled and my heart rate went sky high as the shape got ever closer. I could feel the wetness from my pee as it left my worm and warmed my thighs.

"No cause for alarm, rat. It's just a scanner. This part won't hurt you. But, by all means, do empty yourself, it'll only make things easier for me later."

She was right, the scanner didn't hurt me, it only made a hell of a lot of noise as it slowly wheeled itself past my head and all the way to the other end of my body.

"Now, while we wait for the computer to generate a 3D image of your insides, I can assess the outside of your body. I'm sure you won't mind? No, good."

Why is she asking me stuff when I can't answer? Fuck you bitch! Let me out of here. I only wanted to get help to go back to my family, not for you to tie me up to a chair and do stuff to me. Oy, lady! That's my worm! Don't touch it!

"Not circumcised, eh? But of course, you're a white boy, probably not of the true religion. Well, it won't do being intact here. There's far too high a risk for infections and with no means of bathing we can't leave that little fold of skin in place to collect bacteria. Fortunately it won't take too long to fix it. At least the skin isn't sticking to your glans. A quick cut and a bit of thermal cauterization is all it takes. Of course, to make sure it won't get infected, I'll have to insert a catheter too, but you'd need one anyway. We can't let you rats go wherever you wish to in our production line. It would only contaminate the minerals.

"Your testes are so small that it won't be necessary to remove them for another couple of years. Of course, if you're still alive at the time when they'd start growing. Bodily fluids of any kind in the mines and the processing plant is a complete no go. If we could, we would completely prevent you rats from sweating, but the last experiment caused too many to overheat and die. We have to go with only a 75% reduction in sweat generation, which is cutting it close to what one might survive. Some of the rats couldn't handle even that and died, hopefully you won't. It's quite ridiculously hard to get new rats as replacements."

She finally shut up when a beep indicated the computer had finished its analysis of my body. She spent the next ten minutes studying the results.

"You're completely healthy, though I can see you had your appendix removed at some point in time. Likely when you were around five or six years of age. The incision has healed remarkably well, I can hardly see the scar from it. Also, you have no foreign objects inside your body, apart from a couple of fillings in your teeth. I'll have to remove those however, we simply can't allow the risk of you losing a filling and it would be too much struggle to have to remove a gag every time you need to eat and drink. We have tried tube feeding our rats, but again it was too much of a hassle and the expenses shot through the roof.

"I'm sure you won't mind losing two teeth in return for being able to talk and eat normally. Not that you'll be doing much of either anyway. Your body and mind now belongs to the corporation I work for and thus I decide what is best done to you to ensure you'll be able to work as hard as possible for the food you're given. That's really all we care about and what I get paid to do, to keep the costs down so we can maximize the profits."

I want to keep all my teeth, fillings or not! I just really, really want to go home! Fuck your profits!

"Well, first things first. You let your water out, which is good, but no solids. I'll plug that hole before I'll tend to your skin problem, I don't want you to have a bowel movement during the little procedure. Trust me, that isn't a pretty sight, not to mention the smells. Look at this, rat, this is what I'll put into your bottom. This is what it'll look like while it's going in and with a little trick it'll turn into this!.

"Unless something unforeseen is to happen, it won't come out until the day of your death. It will effectively stop anything from exiting your hole until one of the guards hooks you up to a rinsing machine. But, just so you can see it, I've told it to open the valve. See, how there's now an opening all the way through it? It isn't as wide as your anus is able to spread but with a bit of stool softener and a high-pressure enema, I can assure you it's every bit as wide as it needs to be."

The size of the opening in the middle of the polished steel thing she held up in front of my eyes wasn't my main concern. Sure, the opening was rather small like she said, at max 3 centimetres [1 inch] in diameter, but the circumference of the entire thing was massive! I couldn't comprehend that she thought it would ever fit inside my little hole even when the four rubber protected prongs were retracted. Extended it looked like an inverted parachute or a satellite dish easily 10 centimetres [4 inch] at the widest point. Retracted, it still looked much too large for going into my bum.

The base of the plug, as she called the thing that apparently was to enter my hole, narrowed to about 4 centimetres [1½ inch] in diameter before it flared to an oval about 8 centimetres [3 inch] wide at the widest point. That part was to sit on the outside of my bum, in between my buttocks as the woman explained to me.

"To remove this plug, one requires a key. Don't try to pull or push it out as your anus will simply not be able to widen enough for it to happen unless the prongs are retracted. Even then, it'll feel like it just isn't possible. But, as you're about to find out, it will go in. You can make things a little easier for yourself and push down when I push it in."

She pushed a few keys next to the chair and it began moving underneath me, effortlessly spreading my legs and lifting them at the same time, even though I tried to fight against it. Once my knees were almost touching my chest, the chair stopped and the woman removed the two parts of the seat, gaining access to my defenceless bottom.

"Well, I can see you're no stranger to having things pushed inside your anus. This shouldn't be such an unknown experience to you, though I'm certain you've never had anything of this size inside you before. And after this is done, the base of the plug will be the last thing ever to touch your anus again. It'll be uncomfortable at first, at least that's what I've been told, but you'll soon get used to it."

She retracted the prongs of the plug and readied it for insertion. A quick dap of cold lubrication on my bum hole and she got busy pushing it inside my bum!

"Bear down, you foolish rat. Like you're taking the dump of your life. It's the last time you'll ever have to spread your sphincter open. From now on it'll be permanently kept spread open, so push, like you've never pushed before."

I tried to scream, but the gag wouldn't let me, as a world of hurt spread through my body from the center of my bum. I had tried to keep my bum hole, my anus as she called it, tightly closed to prevent the rubber-covered monster of steel to enter. It worked for a little while, even if it hurt like hell, but eventually I had to stop from straining. I had to relax or I would've sprained a muscle in my abdomen, or more likely, my bum hole would've torn from the never-relenting pressure it experienced from the massive plug.

"That was about time, stupid rat. Why are you all so determined to prolong this? It certainly can't be due to it feeling nice. You have no say over your body anymore, the sooner you accept this fact the easier it'll be for you," she said in an angry and strained voice.

The plug had just breached my hole, the end of it was tapered but still far too wide for me to easy let it inside. The pain increased the further inside it went and now I was straining again, not to prevent it from going in but to allow the evil woman to insert it and stop hurting me. I felt like splitting in two when the widest part moved in through my sphincter and I moaned in pain around the gag. Finally the widest part passed my anus and entered the larger part of my bum and my sphincter could relax around the narrower part of the base.

The base was bare polished steel and it was cold, but after the ordeal I had just been through, it felt somewhat nice for my anus to clinch up around. While it still quivered in aftershock, the woman twisted the plug so the wider parts of the base sat like she wanted them to and with all her strength she pushed at the plug so it buried itself to the hilt inside my bum. Then, and only then, did she release the four prongs. I felt them as they spread out and seemed to hug the inner lining of my bum hole while pulling the base of the plug even tighter up against my bum on the outside.

I tried to poo, to crap out the monstrous mass in my bum, but like she had told me, I just couldn't. The prongs had been locked in place and they, along with the rubber between them, acted like a seal effectively blocking anything from escaping my hole. Nothing, not even the smallest of farts, would come out until the valve in the plug was opened, something I'd have to rely on others to do for me.

"You should be thanking me, rat. Now, you'll never have to worry about getting to a toilet in time to prevent an accident. In about half an hour, you won't have to have worry about wetting yourself either, like you did just now. The catheter I'll insert into your penis will end up way inside your body, right inside your little bladder. There, a plug, not unlike the one I just inserted into your anus, will stop the flow until it's convenient to let it all out. Now, I know you weren't wearing any underpants and you won't ever again, but there'll be no more drippings from the end of your little penis to mess up your clothes. Silly me, you won't be wearing clothes either."

She walked out of sight and I could hear she opened a cupboard. It wasn't too long before she was back with me again.

"Now, speaking of penises. Yours have that piece of skin at the end. Wait, I'll point it out to you."

The woman manipulated the controls for the chair moving me to a more upright sitting position but with my legs and knees almost painfully spread open. She tilted the part of the backrest where my head was strapped to and it bent my neck so I could look down my body. I knew what she was referring to. The piece of skin that was my hood on my little worm. The floppy bit, that no matter how hard the rest of my worm might become, still would be floppy and so sensitive to touches.

It was sensitive at that time too, but the woman clearly wasn't interested in trying to make me excited and even if she had been I doubt my worm would've stood up for her. She twisted it, painfully and tugged at the skin.

"This bit has to go. Don't worry, all the other rats here don't have it either, though most had it removed before they arrived here. I have had to trim a fair number of them however, as they still had enough of it remaining to form a fold for bacteria to thrive in. In a way you're lucky, seeing as you'll only have to experience the pain of the procedure once. Your skin is quite long, but once I'm done, your penis will look something like this."

She retracted the hood on my worm so it pretty much bunched up where it met my pubic bone. It didn't hurt me, but I was still alarmed of having a woman handle my most private of parts so carelessly. Of course, knowing she was about to mutilate it, didn't make me feel any better and I struggled against the straps holding me secure to the chair.

As if it isn't bad enough she put that giant thing in my bum, but at least that can be removed if I ever get my hands on the key. However, I'll never be able to get my hood back if she cuts it off! I can keep it clean! I know how, my father taught me how to do that years ago!

I couldn't tell her though and she only shrugged at my struggling. The way I was strapped into the chair made it so I couldn't move my pelvic area at all. The top of my thighs were strapped to the structure beneath them and another leather strap went around my belly just above my bare pubic mound where pubic hair would one day sprout. If I managed to get away from that place before my balls inevitably would start growing and supposedly be cut off!

She began by cleaning my bits with soap that stung me, then wiped me down and cleaned me again, this time with yellow stuff that turned the colour of my worm into a warm orange. She put it on the inside of my hood too and that really burned! She just carried on like she was a mother gently washing her young son, but the tray she placed on a cart next to the chair contained stuff no caring mother would ever let near her son.

"Now, try to sit still, it will get really messy if I make a wrong cut and there's no need for removing your entire penis. It'll just take that much longer for the wound to heal and we need you to be able to start working as soon as possible. Hopefully by tomorrow. Oh my, the time has sure passed quickly. There's only six hours until the first shift starts and that's where you'll be assigned to. There's little time to waste now."

I didn't have the luxury of getting any anaesthetics or even a simple pill for the pain, she just got started on trimming the hood from my worm immediately, only pausing at times to use a hot iron to stop the bleeding. The tears flowed from my eyes and down my cheeks as I witnesses the cruel act taking place between my legs. It didn't stop her from cutting most of the pale skin off of my worm.

She stitched the much redder and far more sensitive skin from the inside of my hood to a very narrow ring of skin at the very base of my worm. The stitches were small and there were many of them all around my worm. It looked as if the stalk of my worm now was only about 1 cm long with a long bared head attached to it. She finished by putting what looked to be petroleum jelly on my worm and dressed it with gauze. When she was done, all there was left to see of my worm was a 0.5 cm of angry red head looking out from a roll of gauze.

"Oh, we can't forget the catheter. It won't be as bad as the plug in your tushie, when it goes in. It might sting a little, but that's all."

The long narrow tube she pulled out of a packaging looked far too long but only a couple of centimetres remained on the outside when she had finished pushing it into my worm. She wasn't done though, she pulled another tube out of a plastic packaging, this one made of shiny metal. She attached it to the end of the soft plastic tube she had pushed into my worm, then pushed the metallic tube into my worm, again leaving a bit of it on the outside.

She attached a syringe to the tube sticking out of my worm's head and pushed the liquid inside the syringe into the tube. I suddenly felt like I had to pee all over again.

No, it feels like I am peeing. But nothing is coming out?

"Right, now I just need to attach the collar and then it's time to test if it works."

She attached a metal washer at the very end of the tube and when that was done, she let go of the tube. The tube was pulled into my worm, only stopped by the washer.

How the hell will I get that tube out now? It's like attached on the inside of my body!

The woman picked up a plastic container with a nipple that fit onto the 1 cm of the metal tube that could be seen sticking out of the end of my worm. As soon as it connected to the tube, a small stream of yellowish pee came out of it into the container.

"There's a tamper proof valve inside the tube. It will only open when it detects the proper signal, so don't try to open it by sticking something inside. It'll likely damage the valve so it'll have to be replaced. If that happens, you will be very harshly punished.

"You should be feeling very fortunate now. No more wiping your bottom after a bowel movement, no more humiliating farts or wetting yourself. Your body will be drained at appropriate times by the foreman. Nothing for you to worry about these bodily functions ever again. I just have to tag you now, then remove those two teeth and you can sleep for a while until you need to work."

The tagging was done by her shooting a small transponder into my right bum cheek. It hurt, but not as bad as my bum and worm had. My worm still hurt a great more than the pain I felt in my buttock from the oversized needle she used to implant the transponder. Fortunately she chose to put me to sleep before she began to pull the two teeth with fillings in them. I had experienced enough pain for one day, though that wasn't the reason for her to put me to sleep.

"I don't want to fight you and listen to your shouts while I work on your teeth. The gag has to come out and I can still see the spite burning inside of you."

4l part 2.

My mouth hurt when I was woken much too soon after she had put me to sleep. I could taste the metallic flavour of my blood and my tongue didn't feel at home inside my mouth. The two teeth that were now missing made it feel like it just wasn't my mouth anymore. Much as when I looked down, my worm no longer felt like it was my worm. It too had changed and hurt so much I could hardly follow the man who had woken me. The plug in my bum also added to my distress, but believe it or not, it was what hurt me the least.

"You won't have time to eat before work. I'll empty you out however and then it's straight down with the others."

"Bu…"

"Never talk unless you've been asked a question or given permission to speak. I don't care what you may or may not want, you're here to work and as soon as your body is emptied that is what will happen."

I had to stand while he "emptied" my body. He simply attached a hose to the plug in my bum, then attached another smaller tube to the metal tip protruding from my worm. I didn't feel like peeing but still some dark yellow pee left my body through the clear tube. The larger hose attached to my rear end was unfortunately not transparent so I couldn't see what went on there, but I could feel the pressure from fluid rushing into my bum.

The sensation made me gasp and I had to lean over with my hands on my knees to steady myself. The fluid rapidly filled me to the point where I thought I'd either explode or it would come gushing out of my mouth. Just as suddenly as the fluid had started entering my body, it cut off. However, it didn't allow me to push the fluid back out, it was like a cork had been inserted in my bum and prevented me from doing anything but stand there with a hose up my bum.

I'm sure that is what it must look like to anyone if they saw me like this. Fortunately there is only that mean guy here and he doesn't seem interested in looking at me.

Finally, the fluid inside my bum was sucked back out. I have no other words to describe it, I wasn't doing anything to help it out, couldn't really. As soon as the fluid had been sucked out, it was pushed straight back in. That's what it felt like it, but I don't think that is what happened.

No, it must be new clean fluid. Well, there's nothing I can do but wait until the man frees me from that hose. It sounded like it was locked in place when he put it there. And no matter what, I'm not going to mess with it. Not as long as it squirts water out, it's like a fire hose gone mad!

Just when I got that weird feeling of being too full of water, it cut off again and like before it took some time before it was sucked back out. A buzzer next to where I was hooked up to started squeaking and a small light flashed on and off.

"That was quick," the man said, "usually it takes three or four and in some cases five cycles to clean you rats out."

He disconnected the hose from the plug in my bum and the smaller tube was just as quickly disconnected from my worm and I was led from the cleaning room. It was a large room with plenty of hoses hanging off three of the walls.

Goodbye bathroom privacy. Not that that felt much like going to the bathroom. It was much too…

I suppose the word I was looking for was clinical. The procedure I had just been through had freed my body from the waste materials, but it didn't leave me feeling satisfied like when I had previously taken a dump using my abdominal muscles or felt my bladder empty when I ordered it to. All of it had happened automatically against my will, without me having to do anything but stand there! It left my body in a state of complete and utter confusement.

At least it diverted my thoughts some from the painful sensations in my body when I had to walk quickly to follow the man as he led me through a long corridor. It ended in a large open elevator that took forever to reach the bottom. The air got warmer the further into the ground we went and when we finally got to the very bottom I felt every bit like I was back in the desert.

I'm not sweating!

It took me a while to realize that. It probably made me feel the heat even more than if my body had been able to cool itself down by sweating.

"Grab one of those pickaxes over there," the man said.

It was heavy and I wondered if he actually wanted me to use it or if he only meant for me to carry it for him.

***

"Okay, this is where you'll be working. Use the pickaxe to hack at the wall and break off chunks of it. Get to it, your first break isn't for another two hours."

He left me holding the pickaxe, it was so heavy I could hardly keep it off the ground. I was still contemplating how to use it, had never actually held a pickaxe in my hands before, when a boy not much older than me joined me in the little pit I had been designated.

"Damn, a new rat? Let me show you how to use that thing, it isn't so bad once you learn the proper technique," he whispered and took the pickaxe from me.

"You're extremely lucky, you got one of the pits you can actually stand upright in. Some of the pits you have to work while lying flat on the ground. Hold the pickaxe right at the very end of the handle and hold it really tight or it'll numb your hands and arms the first time you hit the wall with it."

He swung the pickaxe and it connected with the wall making a loud clonk. He even sent some sparks flying and a small chunk of the wall came out when he tugged at the handle of the pickaxe.

"Here, you try it. Let me see your best swing."

I figured it had looked pretty much like a baseball player swinging his bat at an incoming ball and while I hadn't been much of a baseball player I knew how to hit a ball. The pickaxe was heavier than any of the wooden bats I had ever used and the weight was all in the head of course. The plug in my bum and my still smarting worm didn't make anything easier and I hit the wall with the pickaxe askew. It just slid down the rock instead of biting into it like the boy had made it do.

"Try again, you nearly got it. I have to go soon, I'm the one collecting the orebody today, so I'll be back within long."

Once again I let the pickaxe fly, it made a rather impressive sound as it hit the uneven wall and a little chunk of the stone-like orebody fell to the floor. It made me feel like I had accomplished something.

"That's it. When you get better at it, you'll be able to get more sizable chunks out and won't have to work so hard. Once you've gotten 25 kg [55 lbs] of orebody out of the wall, you've completed your quota for today and you can rest. Don't stop until you're certain you've gotten 25 kg or the guards will discipline you. Got to go now. Bye."

I watched the boy run off, I could easily see the polished steel portion of the plug sitting in between his buttocks, but didn't have a chance to study it closer before he had gone around the corner. I spent some time letting my fingers feel around my own plug. The base sat almost flush with my skin and only the very tip of my finger could slip underneath it.

I'll never able to get a proper hold on it and even if I could, I'd still need to get those giant claw things to retract first.

There was a very shallow hole in the middle of the plug, which had to be the receptacle for the cleaning hose, but I couldn't really tell how it all worked with only my fingers. I had to look at it to see how it really worked. I abandoned the plug in my bum and looked at my poor worm. Well, the part that was visible, I wasn't about to touch any of it, not when it hurt so much. The washer made my worm look like the head had been cut off and replaced by shiny metal. It sure didn't look nice, though I hoped it would only be temporary.

Once it heals from what the foul woman did to it, I'll examine the tube she stuck into it.

When I heard footsteps in the hallway I immediately went back to slamming the pickaxe into the wall. It was kind of nice to be able to take my frustrations out on the wall, but it was so tiring too. I wondered how much 25 kg of orebody was and with no way of being sure I just had to keep going. The boy who had demonstrated the pickaxe for me came around two more times to clear the floor of the small chunks I was able to get out of the wall.

"You need to work harder," he told me the second time he came to me, "so far you've only gotten 2.8 kg [6.2 lbs] of raw materials. I can't make it look like you've done more, they check the numbers after each day. It's time for the first break however. Ten minutes is what we have, then we have to get back to work. Come, drink some water with the rest of us. Leave the pickaxe. It'll still be here when you return."

***

There were about fifteen boys sitting and drinking water from each their own bottle. No one said anything and all of them looked really tired. They were all as naked as me and the boy who had shown me to the break room. None of them looked up when we entered the room, most cowered from the light from the door and only seemed to relax when it was shut behind us.

"Here, this is your bottle now. Remember that it's the number 12. It's all the water you get to drink for the day so don't drink all of it now. And don't try to drink any of the other rats' water, you'd be lucky if you only get killed if you get caught stealing water. It's the only thing we have that we can call our own.

"Thanks for telling me all this. What's your name?"

"Four."

"Four? What kind of name is that?"

"It's my number here. Rat number four. You best forget your old name, you're now number 12. Drink, you'll need it. Drink about a quarter of the bottle now. Just because you don't really sweat now, doesn't mean you won't need to drink water."

I took a drink from the bottle. The water was cool but the taste of it made me grimace.

"Yeah, it's nasty. We think it's because there's stuff in it to make our shit softer and to prevent us from sweating. That's another reason for only drinking your own water. You don't want too much of the crap they put in it. You have this bottle here for work and then there's a smaller bottle where we sleep. We eat here in this room and sleep upstairs. You'll see where in about 11 hours," he whispered and took a long drink from his bottle.

"We start working at 7am, get five breaks per day and stop working at 8pm, then we get to sleep. That's what the days are like here. Work and sleep."

"Every day?"

"Every single day. Oh, before we start working and before we go to sleep, we're rinsed out."

A buzzer went off and all the boys got up from where they had been sitting and left the break room. I followed them and soon found myself back in my pit, quite alone.

***

It has got to be time for lunch soon. I didn't get anything to eat last night and nothing for breakfast either. I'm hungry and my arms feel like they're ready to fall off.

I had picked up the pace some, since number four had told me I was falling behind. But the lack of food was draining my energy rapidly and my mutilated worm had started to seriously ache. The gauze that been tightly wrapped around it had changed colour from white to dark grey, almost black from the dust in the air. It didn't look like it was bleeding but it sure didn't feel like everything was okay down there.

"Hey, uh, Four! Wait a second," I said when he quickly popped in for cleaning the floor from the orebody.

"What is it? I want to finish this round before lunch."

"My worm, it's killing me."

"Your what?"

"My wo… my penis. It's hurting so bad."

"Did she cut it last night?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's why. It'll get better in a week or so. Just try not to touch it."

"It still doesn't feel right. Isn't there a doctor who can check it for me?"

"The only doctor here is the one who did that stuff to you last night. If you bother her, she might just cut it off completely. She's done that before. They don't care about us at all, if you haven't already figured it out."

He left me to worry about my worm all alone.

***

The food we got for lunch was okay really. It was rather bland but there was at least some meat in the stew along with vegetables. I didn't even have to fight for my share, one of the boys simply split what we had been given into our bowls and we all waited until he said it was okay. Like our first break, the boys sat as far apart from each other as possible in the room and busied themselves by eating and drinking. Hardly anyone said a word to each other.

Number four wasn't interested in chatting either, he simply turned his back to me when he sat down with his small bowl and water bottle.

This'll be pure hell if I don't find someone to talk to. But they all seem so tired. Maybe that's why they don't feel like talking?

***

After lunch I went back to my pit and found a boy already working there.

"Go to pit H, we rotate two times every day," he said when I asked what he thought he was doing.

Pit H wasn't much of a pit, it was more a horizontal hole with very little room to do anything at all. I had brought my pickaxe but had to leave it outside the pit, there simply wasn't enough room for both me and the pickaxe inside. A pickaxe the size of a large hammer was left behind by the previous boy who had been working there.

Now I think I know why they force kids to work here. An adult wouldn't be able to get into this hole, much less work in here.

I was able to chip away at the orebody much faster with the smaller pickaxe. My only problem was I had to push the orebody out of the way continuously. I had to push it back out of the hole, first with my hands, then my feet. Had it not been for the boy working in the corridor, I think I would've buried myself alive inside that little hole with all the orebody blocking the way out.

At the end of the long workday, one of the guards weighed the orebody we had extracted. Most of the boys came in just above the 25 kg [55 lbs] limit, a few had done more and I… Well, I came in two kg short. 22.9 kg [50.5 lbs] was what the scale settled at.

Number four, the boy who had warned me to work harder shot me a look that said it all.

"Right, number 12, you've not pulled your weight today. I hope you enjoy feeling full. Off to the lift, everyone," the guard ordered.

We took the lift back up to the surface where another group of boys waited, apparently they were going to work through the night. My group went to the cleaning room and in turn we were all hooked up to the hoses and tubes in there. The sensation of being pumped full of liquid again made me have to bend over and hold my knees. I realized I wasn't the only boy who felt the need to do so, a lot of the others were standing in similar positions.

It took three cycles before the buzzer next to me finally squeaked and the guard came to remove the hose and tube. Much to my dismay he didn't remove them at once, only clicked a button and stood there while liquid was forced into my bum and my bladder at the same time. The buzzer sounded off again and he removed the hose and tube from my body.

I'm still full! It didn't let out the fluid!

"Sir?" I gasped.

"No talking, rat! You didn't do your job today, so tonight you'll go to sleep like you are now. You'll be flushed out in the morning, not a second sooner."

It was a very painful night for me, I constantly felt like I had to both pee and poo while my body thought it was in the middle of doing both. None of the boys laughed at me, but they weren't sympathetic either, they just lay down and almost immediately all of them were sleeping. My night wasn't as restful as theirs, though I must have fallen asleep at some time during the night. I was startled awake when a loud scream followed by crying woke me. Almost immediately I heard another voice.

"Shut up, Six! Why do you always have to wake us like this? Moron! Even Twelve, the new rat, hasn't cried at all since he was pumped full, you should fucking learn from him."

"Shut up yourself, Two. Every morning you yell at Six for crying and that doesn't make it any better for any of us. Let's just go back to sleep."

Other boys moaned in consent and soon there was once again peace and quiet in the small and very warm room.

I even heard faint snores and murmurs of boys deep in sleep. I couldn't go back to sleep even if I tried. My bladder felt like it was about to explode and my worm literally throbbed around the hard metal tube inside it. It seemed like angered of not being able to get stiff.

Stop trying to get hard, you son of a bitch! It hurts me bad enough when you're small.

It didn't listen, but then again, a dick has no ears, mine sure hadn't and I haven't seen others who had. I teared up from the pain caused by the stitches holding my worm together. It felt like it was somehow too short to firm up like before the vile female doctor had removed the hood. But, that could very well be due to the plug stuck inside of it. I had no real way of knowing until I somehow got it back out.

And I will get both plugs out, sooner or later. I'm not going to die with them inside of me!

***

I was the first one out of the small room when the guard finally unlocked the door and told us it was time to get up and get cleansed. I had been waiting for him by the door for quite some time and the second he pushed it open I tried to get out.

"Hold up, rat, we're not leaving until all of you are ready to go," he told me and then shouted, "Get up you useless rats!"

In the cleaning room, he hooked me up as the last and I swooned at the feeling of both my bum and bladder being sucked dry. The machine wasn't satisfied with the cleanliness of my bum and I had to endure two cleaning cycles before it finally buzzed and I was unhooked from the two hoses. That day I made sure to work extra hard and ended up with 26.6 kg [58.6 lbs] of orebody, more than any of the other boys. I got no reward for my hard work, only the chance of a good night's sleep.

4l part 3.

Like Four had said, my worm eventually healed and the stitches were removed from it on the tenth day after my arrival. It still hurt when my worm for no apparent reasons would try to get hard, as the tube inside just wouldn't budge at all. The end of my worm would push at the washer, preventing the tube from going all the way into my body, and the tube tugged at something deep inside of my body.

I still hadn't made friends with any of the other boys by day ten and I was starting to feel absolutely miserable thinking I'd die in that mine, friendless and without anyone caring about me at all. The lack of a proper diet and the hard work was taking its toll on my body too. I was still determined that I wouldn't die with the two plugs inside my body.

No matter what, they're coming out before I take my last breath of air.

***

"Four!" I whispered loudly, when he came to collect orebody the next day.

"What? You'll get us both in trouble if they find out we're talking instead of working."

"Relax, there are no cameras here and the guard just left like he always does at this time. We're safe for at least the next ten minutes."

"Alright, what do you want?"

"I know this sounds silly, but can I see the plug in your wor… in your penis? Just the end of it, I'm not interested in your penis."

"Why do you want to see mine? You can look at your own."

"I can't see it properly, I need to see one up close."

"If you're thinking of removing your plug, forget it. It isn't possible. Don't you think all of us have already tried it?"

"Did you ever examine the end of it up close? I mean, really study it?"

"No, of course not! I don't want to look at another rat's dick. I'm not a homo."

"I didn't say you are. I'm not even going to touch your worm, just the plug sticking out of it. I want to see the opening in it."

"Okay then, but do it quickly. And if you make my dick hard I'll kick your arse. It fucking hurts when it does that."

"Move closer to the light then, I won't be able to see anything where you are now."

***

It was weird being so close to a worm and only be able to look at it. I did know what Four meant about it hurting and almost gingerly I held onto the stainless steel tube sticking out of the end of his worm.

"Ow! Careful, don't move it around," the boy chastised me.

"Move closer to the lamp then. I can't see properly."

There are two tubes in that steel tube. The large one ends like right inside. It must be the one where the pee comes out and what I can see in there must be the valve that the machine somehow opens when we're cleaned out. The other tube must be where she pushed the fluid into. It looks like there's a piece of rubber like two cm inside of it. I wonder if it's a seal of some kind. Oh wait! Now, I remember!

When I was five, almost six years old, I had my appendix taken out, like the female doctor, who had mutilated my worm and stuck a tube inside of it, had said. I couldn't remember much from back then, but suddenly I managed to remember the catheter that had been inserted into my worm back then. The nurse had stupidly demonstrated how it worked, how a balloon-like thing at the end would pump up when she injected water into it. It had scared the hell out of me, I thought she meant to put it in my worm with the balloon inflated.

If I can puncture that rubber seal, then the water in the balloon will come out and I can pull the tube right out of my bladder. I'll need a needle to be able to do that though and I haven't exactly seen any sewing kits laying around anywhere I can get to. And even if I can get the tube out, I'd still be stuck with the plug in my bum.

"Turn around," I told Four.

Amazingly he did so without fussing, but maybe he was just used to doing what he was told. I had a good look at the plug stuck inside his bum, well, at least the part that was sticking out of it. The hole in the center was a bayonet socket, into which the hose from the cleansing machine could inserted and with a slight turn to the right, it would be locked in place.

That's a clever system, but that doesn't tell me how the hell the prongs are retracted. If only I had paid more attention to what that woman was doing. But she did it so quickly and the prongs were what I really looked at. There must be a key hole or something though. She said a key was needed to retract the prongs. It must be a mechanical key, not magnetic or electric. Oh, could that really be it?

"What the fuck are you looking for anyway, Twelve?"

"Stand still! Just for another 30 seconds, then I'll be done."

That must be it. No wonder I almost missed it.

There, inside of the socket, but on the side of it, was a little square hole. The locking mechanism was flush with the sides, but by pushing Four a little to the left, the light from the single lamp in my pit got just right for me to see the extremely fine line circling the square hole.

I'll bet my nuts on that being the lock. All it takes is for someone to put a square angled key into that hole and turn it to either side and then the prongs will be able to retract.

Again, there was a slight problem, I didn't have a square angled key and making one from the materials and tools we had available would be impossible.

Don't forget that tracking thing she put in my bum cheek. That would have to come out too if I'm to escape this place. I can even see where Four's is. It's right there.

"Okay, that's enough, Twelve! Don't touch my arse, you pervert."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to touch you. Anyway, I've seen what I needed to see."

"Right, and now you've seen it, you know it is impossible to remove either of them."

"Not necessarily."

"What?"

"I said, it might not be impossible to get the plug and tube out."

"How? Nobody has been able to do it, they only got badly hurt."

"I need to give it some more thought. I know how they work now but not how to get them out."

"Aha, see? I told you, it isn't possible. This was a waste of time. I'm sure you only did that so you could get a good look at my arse and dick. Homo!"

***

It is possible. But only if I plan it exactly right. I need Four to help me, even if he thinks I'm gay.

That was a new problem as if I hadn't enough already. The boy only spent enough time around me to clear whatever pit I worked in from the orebody and then he was gone again. When we weren't working he also kept his distance, particularly when we went to sleep. The small room we were locked into for the night was so small, that no matter how we lay, we'd end up touching someone else. That might've been cosy, if it wasn't for the heat we generated at night.

I tried to understand the behaviour of the individual guards to find out who of them were the least strict with us rats. Maybe I could build up a relationship with one of them, likely not a friendship, but just a bit of interaction apart from the guard yelling orders and me obeying them. It seemed impossible right from the start. The guards were just as afraid of messing up as we were. Every time I tried talking to one of them, I'd be met with a stern order to shut up and work, or go to sleep, or to just let him hook me up to the cleaning machine.

I kept at it however, I always greeted a guard with a cheery good morning or good night and thanked them when they hooked me up to the hoses that made me feel like I was part of a washing machine or something. It earned me a couple of nights with my bum and bladder full of water, but even then, I thanked them. I think some of the guards thought I was losing my mind. The other boys certainly thought so.

But, little by little, some of the guards started replying to my words of gratitude or wishing them a safe journey home. It took weeks for me to build up enough of a relationship with one of the guards for him to walk with me to my pit and stand outside so he could talk for a couple of minutes with me while I worked. For about a month I kept it to strictly chitchatting with him, talking about nothing in particular and then I slowly started pumping him for information.

The information wasn't anything he'd think twice about sharing with me, like I didn't ask him about the security of the mine.

"Your kids must be happy when you're at home with them," I said one morning when I was working. I was in one of the two pits were you could actually stand.

"I don't have kids. I'm not married," he told me.

"Then your girlfriend?"

"I'm single. Who'd want a man who's always working?"

"Aw. Well, I'm sure you'll find someone one day," I said with feigned sympathy in my voice.

"Perhaps. I need to leave you now. Keep working hard or I will punish you."

"I wouldn't think as highly of you if you were to go easy on me," I told him before he left.

***

It was another three weeks until I could start asking him the real interesting questions I had for him.

"So, if you're single, how do you vent off steam?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know, when your spear rises and it wants to have a bit of fun?"

I was walking a very fine line and I knew it.

"Not that it's any of your concern, but there are ways to handle that yourself. Well, I'm sure you couldn't, not with that tube in your spear and all."

"I'm still too little to have to worry about that. I don't feel the yearning like a man does. Not yet," I lied.

"And how would you know about a man's yearnings?"

"Oh, I know plenty. Mostly how to help a man cope with his desires. That, I know a great deal of."

"I'm sure you do. Get back to work you lazy rat. You're talking far more than you're working."

He always says that when I say something that he isn't comfortable with.

It was another two weeks when he and I were talking again. However, this time he was pumping me for information.

"When you said you know how to take care of a man, what did you mean?"

"Well, when a man gets all hot and needs to let out steam, I know how to do that."

Usually they'd want to stick it up my bum, but there's already far too much in it and even if it was removed I don't think I'd want anyone to stick anything into it for quite some time. But, I know how to wank a man. Or suck him.

"If I were to unlock the door tonight, would you be awake?"

"Maybe."

"If you aren't, I'll make you work all day long filled to the brim tomorrow," he threatened.

"Please! Not that! I'll be awake. I promise."

"That's more like it rat. Well, I hope you'll show me how you'd help a man let out steam tonight then."

And I sure fucking hope you have the proper key for the plug in my bum!

I had found a way to get the tube out of my worm now, at least I thought it would work, but I wouldn't do it until I was sure I'd be able to get the plug out of my bum hole. Surely the guards would notice it if the tube wasn't sticking out of my worm, even if they were all pretty stupid. Even the stupidest of them knew he had two hoses to connect to each of us boys during cleaning.

He had however managed to mix up the hoses from two machines and had connected the poop hose from one machine to one boy and the pee hose to another boy. They had been terrified and had pleaded with him to unhook them and hook them up properly.

***

I had almost fallen asleep when I sensed the door to our sleeping quarters open. The guard had unlocked it so quietly I hadn't heard the sound of the bolt moving over the sound of the gentle snoring from the boys. I had kicked at the other boys to be able to claim the spot closest to the door, one favoured for the slight draft of cool air that came in through the narrow opening below the door. Quickly, I slipped out of the door and watched as the guard quietly closed and locked it again.

"So rat, you know what to do with a man?" He asked me softly.

I nodded.

"Good, I've never been with a woman. There is one who is interested, but I want to make sure I know what to do and what it feels like first, so I won't make a fool of myself," he told me as he led me away from the other boys.

"I can show you some, but not all of it. I can suck on your penis."

"Would a woman do that?"

"Uh, sure. If she likes you enough, I guess."

"What else would a woman want me to do?"

"She might want you to put your penis inside of her. Down there," I pointed at my crotch, "or maybe, back there."

I wasn't sure if a woman would actually allow a man to put his worm in her bum, but in this part of the world, women did what their men wanted them to, or they'd get beaten into submission.

"Too bad I won't be able to do that with you. I'd have to remove the plug from your arse and that's against the rules."

I had to make a quick assessment of my possibilities.

"You could if you wanted to. You have the key for it, don't you?"

"Yes, but it's only to be used in case of emergencies."

"Can anyone see if you've removed a plug, I mean, after you've put it back in?"

"No. I don't think so anyway."

"I think this has to be an emergency. You've met a woman and you don't know what to do with her."

Screw Four. If I can get this idiot to remove the plug in my bum, I can take care of the tube in my worm. He just has to fall asleep after he's done with me. I'll have to make it a very tiring event for him. He'll need to squirt at least a couple of times. Maybe three or four just to make sure. I'll find a way to get the transponder out of my bum cheek afterwards.

"It'll hurt you too much if we remove the plug. You won't let me put my dick in your arse once it's out."

"If you could give me a bit of food and pure water at night when everyone else is sleeping, I'd let you do it as much as you'd like."

I had to make it seem like there was something in it for me, and certainly something that didn't involve me escaping the mining complex. The guard might've been stupid, but not that stupid.

"I can, but only when I'm working of course. I can't do that every night."

"If you feed me after, then I'll let you practise in my bum as much as you want, even if it'll hurt me when you take out the plug and push it back in after."

Well, hopefully you won't be pushing the plug back in. You'll be too busy snoring and I'll be far gone when you wake up to realize your keys are missing.

"It will only be until I've learned how to do it properly. After that, I'll have no use for you and you'll go back to being just another useless rat to me. Make no mistake, you're still a rat, but a little more useful now."

He took me to the cleaning room and had the machine do me twice, just to make sure I really was clean inside.

"Let's go to the clinic. It'll be easier to extract the plug from your arse with you sitting in the chair."

"You're not going to strap me into it, are you?"

"Of course I am. It would be much too hard to remove the plug if you'd be able to move about. It'll be easier to put my cock into your arse too."

FUCK!

"What about the cameras? Surely, you wouldn't want anyone to find out you've let me out of the room at night?"

"They only record, there aren't anyone watching the feed from them. I'm quite alone at the surface level at night," he told me.

Yeah, you're all alone. What about the 15 or so kids here, don't we count?

4l part 4.

Though I didn't much want to, I let him strap me into the chair without a fight. It wasn't like I had a choice really, the guard was slim and quite short for a grown man, but he was still taller and stronger than me. The hard labour in the mine had made my arm muscles firm up but the lack of proper food and rest meant I'd be no harder to restrain than a toddler would've been. Besides I needed him to think I was cooperative right up until the point where I'd be able to escape from that hell on Earth.

It's the only way I can ever hope to get away from here.

He didn't gag me, though it would've been much easier for me if he had. I had to restrain my voice on my own which was nearly impossible when he turned his attention to the plug inside my bum. I knew it had to come out if he was to put his cock into me and I knew it would probably be the worse pain I'd ever experienced in my life. I watched as he used one of his many keys to unlock a desk drawer and retrieved a small black L-shaped key from it.

So, the guards don't have the key for the plug on them. I thought they all had one. But, there wouldn't be a reason for that, the plug is only supposed to come out in case of a really bad emergency or when the kid dies. Hmm, that key looks like the one my dad used back when he assembled my bed. What was it he called it? An Allan key?

The guard didn't pause to show me the key, he just walked to where my bum was. Like the doctor on my first visit to the clinic had, he had made the chair recline fully so I was lying on my back with my legs bent upwards. He had spent some time figuring out what the different buttons on the chair did and it had taken him several tries to make it do what he wanted. He hadn't stopped the chair until my knees were mashed uncomfortably into my shoulders. My buttocks were splayed open giving him all the access he needed to the plug stuck inside of me.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I heard him say as he turned to go back to the drawer, "I'd never get it out of you without this."

He held up a T-shaped metal handle as he walked back to me. I more sensed than saw it when he put the black key into the lock that held the prongs on the butt plug spread out inside my bum. I didn't hear a click when he used the key to turn the lock, but I could feel the pressure inside of me let up almost immediately. It was a strange sensation, one I might have deemed as being nice, if only it wasn't for the plug shifting inside of me.

My bum was already trying to poop the plug out but was prevented from doing so by the much wider section made up by the prongs. Before I knew it, the guard had latched the T-shaped handle into the bayonet socket in the plug and started to tug at it.

"Rat, you need to push! I might damage you if I simply rip it out of you."

To be honest, it felt like the handle had been attached directly to my anus and he was trying to tear it from my body. Even when I did as he told me to, it didn't feel like the plug was moving at all.

"Argh, it hurts!" I gasped in pain.

"I didn't risk my life for nothing. That plug is coming out of you now, whether or not you want it to," he said and pulled harder.

I could feel my body slide just a little on the chair before the plug finally moved. The difference in size from the base of the plug to where it was widest was quite severe and it happened over such a short distance, my bum hole just didn't have time to gradually widen. Thankfully though, the guard never stopped. I think if he had, I would have been too frightened to ever think about trying to get that plug out of my arse again.

With a short scream I just couldn't contain inside of me, the plug popped out of my bum. The spring-loaded prongs had been forced close together by my bum hole and the lock kept them in that position.

It's all ready to go back inside. If only I could turn back time, I'd never go into that police station!

I was already sobbing from the pain in my body and my crying only intensified when I got started on thinking of the things I so desperately wanted to change if I could. The realization of never being able to do that hurt me so much more than any of the physical pain I was feeling. I had almost forgotten about the guard as I wallowed in the feeling of hopelessness when he did something to make me aware of his presence.

"Damn rat, your arse is wide open. It isn't much of a pleasure hole now, is it?" He asked as he let one of his fingers trace the outside of my bum hole.

When I didn't reply, he shook his head and pushed the finger deep into me. I could hardly feel it, my bum was still shocked from having something too large yanked from within it. The guard let his finger roam and without too much trouble, he added two more fingers.

"My cock is a lot bigger than your pathetic excuse for one, rat, but it isn't so big. I'll never be able to get any kind of excitement out of fucking your arse in the state it's in now."

If it was up to me you'd never get any excitement out of anything!

However, while I was busy asking the God of Mercy to strike down on the guard, I also tried to get my bum hole to firm up. I could feel it twitch at times, but it had gotten so used to being held forced open by the plug that it took a lot of energy to make it do any more than that. After what seemed to be minutes I finally felt the muscle clamp down on the guard's fingers.

"That's more like it," I heard the guard praise me through my low guttural grunting.

He removed his fingers and hefted up his jubba until the hem cleared his waist. He held it up with one hand and lowered the pyjamas-like loose pants he was wearing underneath. His dick sprang free and like he had told me, he wasn't exactly overly gifted down there. I judged his brown and circumcised dick to be around 15 cm long, though it was hard to tell with the forest of black pubic hair surrounding it. Though, it wasn't the biggest dick I'd ever seen, it was as ready for action as any of the prior ones I'd seen. After he adjusted the height of the chair I was strapped into, he easily penetrated my bum with his dick.

The whole thing was over almost before it started as I could feel his sperm shoot out at the very moment his bare dickhead made contact with my bum. He fucked me with his spent dick for a few minutes until it became too soft to stay inside of me and finally slipped out of my bum.

Uh-oh! Please, dear Gods, don't let him take out his angriness on me. It isn't my fault he couldn't make it last for longer.

To my utter astonishment, the guard wasn't at all angry. He seemed well pleased with himself and quite happy that he had finally at age 24 lost his virginity.

"Thanks, rat. Let me recoup for a bit and I'll put the plug back in. Then you can have a bit of water."

"And food. You promised me food too," I said quickly.

"I did?"

"Yes!"

He seemed to mull it over for a few seconds before he wiped his forehead with the backside of his hand.

"Well, I don't have any food to give you. Water yes, food no."

That's not what we agreed to.

I wanted to shout at the guard, but managed not to. Considering my vulnerable position, I chose to let it slide.

"Well, next time you better have some food too," I said defeated.

"We shall see. First things first, this one has to go back into you," he said and picked up the plug.

Somehow, it was easier for me to let the plug enter me than it was to have it removed from my body. I think it was because the end of it was slightly more tapered, but it went in without too much trouble on my part. The only real trouble was getting the widest part in, after that it was smooth sailing. Even when the prongs were first released, then locked into place, it didn't feel bad to me. It almost felt like the plug belonged there. That it was a part of me as much as my ears and my nose were.

I managed to drink about half a litre of water that didn't taste like bad medicine as the stuff in my water bottles did, then I was briskly escorted back to the small room with the rest of the day work team. My hard earned spot just inside the room had of course been claimed by one of the other kids while I had been away. Rather than try to push him aside and risk raising a lot of unwanted attention, I gingerly stepped over him and two or three other kids to a spot just large enough for me to sit down on the floor. It took a few well-placed jabs with my elbows to make room for lying down, but finally I was able to fall asleep.

***

"The fuck are you doing over here?" I heard Four ask when all of us were awakened early next morning.

"W-what?" I stuttered as I tried to blink open my eyes and adjust to the bright light shining in through the door from the hallway.

"I told you to stay the hell away from me and then I wake up to find you hugging me!"

The boy forcibly pushed at my chest, separating us. He sprang up on his feet and hurried out of the room before I could say anything. It wasn't as if I had the slightest idea of what to say to him anyway.

I had originally planned to escape from the mine alone and once I was safe, I'd tell my dad about the horrors taking place there. He and the army could then rescue the kids and bring justice to the guards, the doctor, and everyone else that had anything to do with it. As I, in a much slower pace, joined the other kids in the cleaning room, I realized how flawed my plan was.

Getting the keys and removing the plug from my bum and the tube from my dink seemed to be the most important part. But what then? Okay, imagine this, I'm now free of the tube and plug and I have the key card and normal keys from the stupid, horny guard. What then? Where will I go? Outside. That's where the gate is. Okay, I'm at the gate. One of the keys or the key card works and the gate opens. Outside the fence now. Do I follow the road or do I walk in any given direction?

"Ugh!" I exclaimed as the on-duty guard quickly hooked me up to the rinsing machine.

He had caught me by surprise and I put my thoughts on pause as the machine did its thing. My bladder was drained first, more quickly than I'd ever be able to on my own, the tube attached to the silvery tip sticking out of my pee slit flexed as it vacuumed the pee out of my body. Then swelled as fluid was pumped back into my bladder filling it to capacity and just a tiny bit more. I hated that part, but Four had explained to me that it was better than suffering death from a busted bladder. The amount of water I was given to drink increased as my bladder grew larger. My bladder was painfully stretched for half a minute and the fluid was sucked back out.

Now, my bum.

I wasn't let down by the machine, almost exactly as when I had that thought, I could feel the coldness of the fluid filling my backside. It wasn't icy cold, but still colder than my body temperature. Cold enough to add to the uncomfortable feeling of having my bum filled. It made me want to push down and expel everything inside of me, however I knew from past experiences that it was impossible and only made it much worse if I tried to do that. There was nothing to do, but wait and hope it would be one of those rare times where the cleaning would be over with only two cycles.

It wasn't, and I found my thoughts wandering back to my plan, despite the bloated feeling in my guts.

So, I'm walking on the road. I'm naked and I'm walking along a stony road. Whoa, back up! I'm not naked! I did that before, walked around all starkers and it only meant more trouble. Rewind, back at the gate, back at the door to the outside, back in the clinic. Okay. I'm inside the clinic. I just got the plug out of my bum. Now, how do I get something to wear? What happened to the tunic I had on when I got here?

One of the guards had taken it with him when they left me alone with the bonkers doctor who had turned my perfect dick into, well, whatever it was now. Nothing, but a receptacle for a tube from a cleaning machine.

I can worry about what to call my worm later. Okay, I find the tunic or I steal the clothes from the sleeping guard and walk to the gate wearing clothes. I open the gate and follow the road. I have to bring water, it took ages for them to drive me here. It'll take me a much longer time walking.

The machine I was hooked up started beeping and alerted the guard that I was done. He came and unhooked me from it, which allowed me to go to the other kids who had been emptied and cleaned on the inside too. As per usual, no one talked and none of them paid me any attention as I walked up. All we did was await the stragglers, those unfortunate ones who had to go through yet another cycle of the rinsing.

It's really too far to walk. Maybe they have a car or a truck, or maybe a motorcycle. Even a moped or a horse would work. Anything that doesn't mean I have to walk on my own two feet would do.

I was quickly getting nowhere with my mind running circles around what form of transportation would work for my escape. With a sigh I concluded that my plan was too flawed and I wasn't smart enough to figure out what to do to get from the open gate to wherever friendly people existed.

If there even is such a thing as a friendly person in this country forsaken by the Gods.

Alishamadad had been my goal ever since I had heard of the city and when I had finally reached it, I had messed up somehow and ended up in this hell hole. And once again, I found myself going even further into the hole, standing amongst the other rats in the open elevator taking all of us deep, deep into the ground.

***

The night shift went into the elevator after we had departed it and I curiously looked at the kids as they walked past us. They worked when I slept and since everything we ever did was work or sleep, I never had a chance to interact with any of them. Though they worked less hours than my team did, they were fewer and looked even worse off than us. As soon as they had stepped onto the elevator platform, we were made to move by the crack of a whip.

A high-pitched groan came from the boy who had been marked by the whip and like a signal, the rest of us started moving as if we were each part of the same body. Automatically we picked up a pickaxe or a shovel as we walked past the pile of tools on the way to the pits. I never figured out how it was decided which pit was assigned to what boy, all I know is that nobody ever got into a fight over the only two pits where you could stand while working.

I think Four had something to do with it, however, as all I ever got after pissing him off, was the worse of the pits.

I have to make friends with him again. He could help me escape! Shoot, he'll never believe me when I tell him it is possible to escape.

I was too downcast to get angry at the boy from the night team who had been working in the pit I had been assigned to. I only swept the leftover sharp pieces of orebody from the somewhat level floor with my pickaxe before I climbed further inside.

4l part 5.

"Four! Wait up, man."

"Go fuck yourself, cunt. I'm not talking to poofters."

"Hey! I'm not a poofter. I don't even know what…" I stopped talking when I realized he was already too far from me to hear my words.

For the next hour I wondered what the word poofter meant while I worked. I did know what a cunt was, it's what girls have instead of a dick, and I wasn't particular happy with Four calling me that. But, being named something I had no idea what was, was by far worse.

"What's a poofter?" I whispered to Four when we all walked to the break room.

One of the other kids must have heard me as he giggled for a very short second. It was a happy sound I hadn't heard since arriving at the mine.

Four didn't say anything, just shot me an angry look and walked faster.

Two can play that game.

I quickly caught up to him and matched his pace.

"Leave me alone, faggot!" He said quite loud and punched me hard in the stomach.

I know the meaning of that word. I'm not a faggot, I like both boys and girls!

Granted, I had more experience with my own gender, but I wouldn't say no if a willing girl was to show up.

Fat chance of that happening now, though!

***

I didn't push Four anymore that day, obviously I had to work hard to regain what little slither of a friendship we had once shared, but if I tried too hard, he'd end up hating me even more than he already was. Still, I needed him and it was only made even more evident when the horny guard showed up again. I needed him too, though. Okay, I only really wanted his keys and key card, but I couldn't just ask him to hand them over to me.

Like the first night, he was a nervous wreck and shot his sperm almost before his dick had a chance to breach into my bum. It was still hard enough to enter me for a short fuck until it deflated. Unlike the first night, he ordered me to use my mouth and tongue to get it stiff again.

"This hole is so much better than the one between your legs, rat. Oh, keep doing it like that."

My tongue slid over his pee slit again. He seemed to enjoy that more than anything else I could do to him, strapped into the chair as I was. Unfortunately that gave him pretty much free reins to fuck his dick further into my mouth and throat. Save from biting down on his dick, I had no way of defending myself from his onslaught and that was about the only thing I simply couldn't do.

If I bite him, he'd probably yank out all my teeth. And I've already lost two. Fuck, it won't matter none if he keeps trying to suffocate me with his dick!

I was about to lose conscience when he finally withdrew completely from my mouth.

"Would a woman let me do that to her?" He asked me.

"I don't think so," I croaked as I looked at his dick with my spit dripping from it.

"Damn! Are you sure?"

I didn't have a clue and shrugged my shoulders the best I could. I'm not sure how he got the impression a small boy like me would know everything women would let their boyfriends do to them. If I had been able to, I would've told him he could never do something like that to me again. He never gave me the chance as he simply pushed his cock back in when I opened my mouth to tell him not to.

"If a woman won't do it, at least I have a rat that will," he muttered as he began fucking my mouth in earnest.

***

"Four! I know you don't want to talk to me, but please, just listen!" I begged of the boy. The words came from my mouth as quickly as I could pronounce them.

We were back to work the next day and my throat felt worse than my bum. The guard, whom I had seen as being a means to an end, a helper, though an unknowing and unwilling one, was quickly turning into yet another nightmare rather than just a tool I could use. Not only had he fucked my throat three times that night, he had also kept me awake for more than half of it. If he was going to keep doing that, something I figured he would, I'd never be able to work up enough strength to escape.

Not only that, I also feared for my life, as the lack of sleep meant I was lagging behind on the amount of orebody I was supposed to break out of the ground. The punishment I faced for that was cruel, but I knew the guard would be on night duty again. The mere thought of being strapped into the chair with my bum and bladder full of whatever fluid it was the machine pumped into them and the guard pounding away in my mouth was enough to slow me down even further. The tiredness made me desperate and all my patience had vanished.

The older boy scoffed at me and made to leave.

"Four! I know how to get out of here. I know a way!"

Without even an indication of him having heard what I said, he just kept making his way out of the pit.

"Okay. Stay awake tonight. About an hour after we're locked in for the night, a guard will come for me. You'll see!"

All I could see were his wriggling feet as he pushed himself further into the narrow tunnel leading to the main corridor of the mine. I had no idea if he had heard me, but I knew I had to work harder than ever before to avoid being punished. All thoughts of sleep left me as I angrily attacked the rearmost wall in the pit with the small pickaxe. I don't know how I found the energy to continue, it seemed as if it was only my willpower that kept me going through the day.

After our meagre dinner and the night time cleansing were over, I had to fight hard to stay awake. I had met the quota for the day, if only barely, and my body had been emptied from the waste inside of it. Without the acute pained signals from my body needing to relieve itself, I couldn't think of anything but to go to sleep.

I can close my eyes for a couple of minutes. The guard won't come for me for another hour or so. Only five minutes of sleep, then I can…

I woke to a sharp pain in my side and confusedly I tried to roll away from it. I didn't get very far when another sharp elbow hit me in the back.

"He's here," I heard Four whisper.

Groaningly, I got up on my feet and faced the open door. Like Four had said, the guard was there and he impatiently signalled for me to come to him. I could see the front of his jubba was pushed out from his body and I knew what that meant, even though I was still halfway asleep. It didn't take too much of an imagination to be able to see the hard-on that hid underneath the flimsy material. I just hoped Four hadn't seen it or if he had, that he didn't know what the guard was horny for.

"Please, put it in my rear end tonight. Not my mouth," I pleaded when we had walked far enough that I was sure nobody but the guard could hear me.

"I'll fuck you exactly how I want."

"I can make it feel better for you if you fuck my bum. Lots better than last time."

"Your mouth is what I want. But, I suppose I could fuck your arse too."

It meant he had to remove the plug again, something I didn't look forward to, though I'd endure the sharp, momentary pain if he'd just give my throat a break.

It'll also help prepare my bum for when the plug is removed for the final time.

***

The guard pushed me into the room when he was through with me and I settled down in the only little spot available.

"He came for you like you said. I'm sure he came inside you too," Four said the next morning as we walked to the cleaning room.

I didn't have time to respond to his mocking before we were ushered into the cleaning room. We ended up being hooked up to two adjacent machines.

"I'm not gay, Four. Yes, he did things to me, but I only let him do that so I can get to his keys," I said just loud enough to be heard over the noises from the machines.

"You like sucking cock so much that you'd willingly do something like that?"

"No! Gods, you're fucking special, you know that? Ooh, wait!"

My stomach felt about to burst and I had to stop talking for the few moments it took until the fluid inside was sucked out again.

"Once he is more relaxed around me, I'll find a way to steal his keys. For now, he keeps strapping me into the chair in the cleee-inic. Ow, why do they have to pump us so full?"

"So we won't pollute the mine. Okay, so you get the guard to relax and not tie you up in the chair, how is that going to help you to his keys? You'd never be able to kill him. You're too small."

"I don't want to kill him, just get him to sleep or something. Then I can steal the keys and we can be long gone when he wakes up."

"Or, hmmm. Or, you can distract him when he comes for you the next time. Do something to make him forget about the door to our room. Specifically, so he doesn't check if it's properly locked after you leave the room. Then I can… oh, no!"

"What is it?"

"My bladder. It's being filled. It's been ages since the last time."

That experience was what ended our short, hushed conversation. Four looked like he had been kicked in the nuts and my machine started beeping only moments after.

***

"So, after we leave the room, what then? Oh, sorry, I thought it was Four," I told the boy who came for the orebody from my pit.

It wasn't Four as per usual, but one of the others. I'm sad to say I didn't know his name or number. He wasn't in any mood for conversation, likely too tired to even have heard I had said anything when he popped in. It wasn't until the first break, I found out Four had been assigned a pit for the first time while I had been in the mine.

"The sadistic fuck of a guard told me it was time I did some real work. Like it isn't work to keep track of which pit the orebody came from and make sure it ends up in the right container on the train. Fuck them! When's your lover coming back for you?"

"He's not… oh, forget it. I don't know. Maybe tomorrow or the next night."

"Does he lock the door to the clinic when you're in there?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe?"

"Shit. Well, only one way to find out. When he comes for you the next time, I'll follow after ten minutes or so. He should be busy doing something to you by then, right?"

"Yea, it only takes him a couple of minutes to get me strapped in now."

"Good. Then, when he is busy doing whatever it is he'll do to you, I'll sneak inside and club him over the head."

"Okay. Then you'll untie me and we can get rid of the plugs and the tube in our dicks. Man, I can't hardly wait for it to come out."

"Will it hurt?" Four asked, showing me an unknown side of him.

"Nah, nothing compared to when the machine overfills us."

He nodded to this as he drank some of the water from his bottle.

4l part 6.

When the guard finally returned to work, three days later, Four and I were ready. Four had found a piece of orebody that would prevent the bolt from the lock to slide home in the door frame. He would only have a couple of seconds to place the stone-like square in the lock and it had to sit exactly right. If the bolt managed to go even as much as a millimetre into the frame, Four wouldn't be able to push open the door. If that happened, the orebody would most likely fall from the door frame when the guard would unlock the door to let me back inside. All hell would break lose then.

I felt deeply ashamed when the guard came for me and I had to act like a two dollar whore to turn his attention from the door to me.

"Is this for me?" I asked and reached for his obvious boner. I made my voice sound much happier than I felt.

"Hey, wait until we get to the clinic, rat. Let me make sure the door is locked."

"Screw the door, it locks when it closes. You know that. Oh God, I can't wait for you to stick this deep inside my mouth. Come on, don't you want to?"

I fondled his boner through his clothes as if it was the most desirable thing in the world as I tried to seduce him.

"I do. Oh well, they wouldn't get too far if they did manage to get out. Let's go you little horny rat. I'll stuff your throat full in just a couple of minutes."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll fuck it like I've never fucked it before."

Crap! I've overdone it. Four, you had better come for me soon!

Hoping and praying to the Gods that the door lock hadn't engaged and Four would be able to get out of the room and into the clinic, I let the guard lead me through the hallway. As per usual, he quickly strapped me into the chair and I dared to quickly cast a glance at the door. It was shut, but I couldn't tell if it had locked when it shut behind us. This time, the guard didn't bother removing my butt plug, but spent some time making sure the head rest was positioned exactly right and the head straps were pulled as tight as possible.

"Open wide and say ah, rat!" The guard said and slapped my face with his stiff dick.

He had made the chair into a bed-like gurney and lowered the head rest. It meant I was lying on my back with my head bent backwards, straightening out my throat as much as it could. All I had to do was open my mouth and there'd be a clear passage for the dick that was being used to slap my chin, cheeks and nose. With a quick gulp of air I opened my mouth.

Now would be the perfect time for you to enter, Four. Please!

Alas, Four didn't come to my rescue when I hoped he would. We had planned for him to wait ten minutes and so far only about half of that had passed. I'm not sure if he waited longer than that, it sure felt like it and the guard had sent his first load of sperm directly into my throat before I finally saw the door to the clinic slowly crack open.

Come on! You can do it quicker than that. He's too busy to pay attention to anything other than trying to make me puke all over.

Four peeked in through the gap between door and frame, he looked scared but finally he pushed open the door a bit further. He snuck inside, well he tried to, at least, and the way he moved might've made me laugh at him if only I wasn't trying to stop gagging. Four went further into the clinic and out of sight behind the guard, who hadn't seen or heard anything yet. He had just begun power fucking my mouth again, only stopping his forward movement when his pubic mound smashed right up against my lips and pulled back a little, before doing it again.

The guard's hips suddenly stopped mid stroke and I heard him moan in a very strange way, then he collapsed to the floor. Four was standing behind him clutching an IV stand in his hands.

"What took you so long?" I asked after swallowing a couple of mouthfuls of saliva and what else there might've been in my mouth and throat.

"It sounded like he was having so much fun I didn't want to end it too quickly. Damn, he really fucked you hard, didn't he?"

Well, duh! You saw it, moron.

"Just get me out of this bloody thing already. We don't have much time."

Four didn't make any more silly comments and fought to get the straps to release their hold on me. The buckles clearly weren't designed for children as he had one hell of a hard time getting them undone. Finally, I was able to hop off the chair/bed and spent a few precious moments rubbing my wrists where the straps had cut into my skin.

Meanwhile, Four had been busy rummaging through every cupboard and drawer in the clinic. He apparently had no clue what the handle for removing the plugs looked like as it wasn't what he triumphantly held up into the air.

"Look what I found. Tranquilizers! Let's shoot him up so he won't wake up for a couple of hours."

I wasn't much of a medic and neither was Four, but we still managed to attach a needle to a syringe and with a bit of trial and error, we sucked up a decent amount of the clear liquid from the vial. I stuck the needle into the guard's bum cheek and injected all of the contents of the syringe into him.

"There, he's all done now. Sweet dreams, you fucking creep!" I stated, then told Four to fetch the T-shaped handle as well as the L-shaped key for the butt plugs.

I adjust the chair to a position where the one sitting in it would be almost crouching and told Four to take a seat.

"Why do I have to be the one who goes first?" He asked.

"Okay, I'll go first then. I don't care, long as we get those things out."

I got onto the chair and tried to explain what to look for, but couldn't. It had been too long since I had seen the end of Four's plug and he just couldn't see what I thought he should be able to.

"Move your bum over here, I need to have another look at it. The plug, not your bum."

He was still reluctant to let me look, I don't know why as I couldn't very well rape him with what I had between my legs. The silvery tip of the tube pushed into my dick was less than 2 cm long and quite slim. I still couldn't tell what my dick looked like, I hadn't seen it fully extended since the tube had been fitted and that had been before it healed properly from the circumcision. It hurt like hell the few times my dick wanted to bone up as the tube didn't allow it. It behaved this time, as I wasn't really looking at Four's bum hole, only the metallic end of the plug shoved inside it.

"Ah, okay, the lock is about three quarters of the way inside the hole you can see. It's on the side of it, and you should be able to see a very small square hole where the key will fit into. Put the short end of it in there, then rotate it to unlock the prongs. Afterwards, you align the short end of the handle to the hole and push it in then rotate gently clockwise until it snaps in."

"Cool, I think I saw that before. Let me have another look."

"The lock is in the middle of the indentions for the handle. Can you see it now?"

"Got it. Lie still, it isn't easy to get the key to go into the lock… Did that do anything?"

"Yes, the prongs aren't locked in place any more. Remove the key and put the handle in."

The pressure on my bum hole had let up a bit, but the spring-loaded prongs still held the plug quite firmly in place. I could feel the plug shift a little as Four clumsily tried to fit the handle into the receptacle so he could pull the plug out. It took him a couple of tries, then he stepped back.

"I think it's there now. Ready?" He asked.

"Uh-huh. Pull hard, but not too hard. And once you start, don't stop until it's completely out. If you do, it'll go right back in."

"Gotcha. Okay, here goes."

The crouched position I was in made it easier for me to bear down and aid the extraction of the plug. It still hurt, though not as bad as it had earlier. Maybe it was just because the plug had been in and out of my butt so often in the past month, I'm not sure, but out it came. I had to sit for a bit before I dared to slip out of the chair. It felt more weird than nice to move around without the plug in my bum, I had gotten so used to the constant pressure and my bum hole being forced open for so long.

I wonder if it'll ever be able to close up completely now. Maybe I'll have to wear a plug forever to not shit myself!

It was too disturbing a thought to dwell on and I shifted my attention to the more immediate tasks at hand. There was still one plug to be extracted and then the tubes.

"Get in," I beckoned Four and pointed at the chair.

Like he, I had problems getting the key to go into the lock. The little square hole inside the plug was only just large enough for the key to go in and didn't leave much room for play at all. Eventually I got it pushed in and turned the key. I could feel it when the prongs unlocked and the plug shifted inside Four's bum. He didn't say anything just looked expectantly at me when I removed the key and reached for the handle still attached to the plug that had been inside me.

Though I had seen the indentions inside the hollow space of Four's plug, it still took me some time to understand I had to push and then turn the handle to make it release. I had to firmly hold onto the plug, which was still warm from being inside me, before the handle detached from it.

With the handle finally attached to the plug in Four, I told him to strain like he was pooping while I pulled at the plug. When he did, I tugged at the handle. Then tugged even harder, as the darned thing just wouldn't budge at all.

"Owww, wait! Shit, Twelve! Hold up for a second. Fuck, it hurts."

"My name is Søren!" I nearly shouted as I placed one foot directly on one warm buttock of the boy in front of me and pulled with every fibre in my muscles at the handle.

Four screamed as the plug finally moved and slid out of him. It happened so quickly I didn't have time to shift my weight and I fell to the floor clutching the plug in my hands.

Four wept as I got back up on my feet and he made no attempt to get out of the chair. Which was just as well as I still had to remove the tube from his dick and bladder. I had originally planned to use a long splinter from one of the pickaxes to puncture the rubber membrane that held the fluid trapped in the balloon inside his bladder, but since we were now in the clinic I thought it would be better to use a proper needle and syringe to deflate it. And the one we had used to inject the sedatives into the guard was within easy reach.

"No!" Four shouted out as my hand holding the needle got close to his dick.

"Relax, I'm not going to stick it in you. You won't even feel it. Move your hands, I need to stick it into the tube."

He let me hold the tube, didn't even make any remarks as to how gay it was for me to do so, but he refused to watch as I pushed it into the smaller of the openings in the steel tube. The needle met a bit of resistance when the tip reached the rubber membrane and with a little more pressure it went into and past the membrane.

This is like the doctor games I used to play when I was younger. Well, it wasn't exactly our dicks we pretended to inject stuff into back then.

And I wasn't trying to inject anything into Four, I extracted the fluid from the balloon in his bladder and when the syringe was full, I pulled it from the membrane and emptied it onto the floor. Some of the fluid hit the unconscious guard, but he didn't wake from it and to be honest I didn't really care. Just to make sure the balloon really was empty, I tried to extract more fluid from it.

"This won't be as bad as the plug."

I prayed for it to be true, though I didn't really know for sure. I couldn't remember having the catheter removed at the hospital back when I was five, which meant it was either so bad I had purposely repressed the experience or it hadn't left an impact strong enough for me to remember five years later. Either way, there was only one way to find out for sure.

"It burns!" Four squealed as I slowly pulled the tube out of him.

I watched as his flaccid dick stretched with the tube moving through it. I never stopped until all of it had come out of him. A squirt of pee followed, then the stream dwindled somewhat. Small dripples still fell from his pee slit, which was the same with me, when Four a bit later pulled the tube out of my dick. I could've pulled it out on my own, I guess, but I just couldn't get myself to do it.

Like he had said, it did burn, not only when the tube was removed, my pee hurt too as it passed through me. And like Four, I just couldn't stop the drips of pee.

"Will we always be like this?" Four asked in a frightened voice.

"I hope not. It's bad enough what she did to our dicks."

Now that I finally had a chance to see my stuff in its full glory, I had a closer look. My dick was angry red almost right down to where it attached to my body. Only a very narrow band of the normal skin remained, not more than maybe 1 cm in width. The last 4 or 5 centimetres were covered in the skin that had been on the inside of my foreskin. It didn't look anything like it used to, and I just couldn't believe it was really my dick I was studying.

It hurts when I touch it. That… thing must be my dick.

"Hey, Twelve, let's get out of here. I got the keys and this fucker's key card."

I was still so confused of what my dick looked like then that I didn't get mad at him for not using my proper name. I just followed him out of the clinic without a second look at the guard. For all I know now, he probably died when we injected the massive amount of sedatives into him.

The gate opened when Four swiped the key card through the reader, we didn't even have to use the keypad, which would've made our escape quite impossible as we didn't know the pin.

TBC