Shakey Psyche

The Operative

Chapters 46-55

The plane ride to Virginia was filled with Ethan asking questions that I couldn't answer. I kept telling him that and finally had to threaten him to keep him from continuing. He didn't want to, but he shut up after that. Evan was quiet the entire way there. The only time he talked was when he asked to go use the latrine.

We landed in Virginia and then took a car to the waiting room on the facility's grounds. There were four other boys in the room when we arrived. I deposited my two boys there and left the room.

When I reported in with Parker, he had me stay.

"Would you like to do the processing of the boys?" he asked.

"I thought Jones would do it," I answered, a bit shocked.

"Normally, he does, but a personal situation has come up for him and he won't be here for that. He dropped off the boy he picked up in Portland and left. I thought you might want to do it."

"Sure; why not?"

I left the room after he gave me my instructions and headed to my apartment. Tom was out, which didn't surprise me, so I just put my things away. From there, I headed to the café for something to eat. I saw Simon for a little while and we talked. He was still acting a little strange for him, but I let it go. He would tell me when he was ready.

I headed over to the room when it was time to get the new recruits. All twelve of them were in the room. Four of them were watching television, a few were talking amongst themselves, and the rest were off in their own little area, relaxing.

"Okay, guys," I said, "line up in a single file."

"Who're you?" one of them asked as some of them began moving towards me.

"Someone you don't want to piss off," I growled at him. "Now, get into a line."

Once they were there, I led them to the bus for the ride to the facility. It was a quiet ride again, most of them were wondering what was going to happen next. We arrived and I led them into the building and then into the room where my class was once lined up first. I had to smirk a little as I looked at the paper on the clipboard.

"Okay," I said, getting started, "when I call your name, I want you to line up on this line here, starting from my left and going out to my right.

"Jacob Ashford," I called out first. A kid with blond hair and freckles on his cheeks walked over to stand where I'd pointed. He was thin with a cute face.

Tom's going to love him.

Shut up.

"Christopher Collins," was next. He was a brown-haired, brown-eyed kid about a year younger than me. Slim, but not skinny, he seemed to be at ease with himself.

"William Daxter," I called out third. This one was cocky, very similar to James, but dressed well in some fine clothes. I was a little curious as to how he came to be here. I figured anyone dressed as nice as he was had to have someone to take care of him.

"Ethan Gentry," I said, and then called Evan after him.

"Ayden Holmes," lined up sixth. Ayden was nice on the eyes, but had a purple birthmark on his neck. It wasn't one of those ugly ones that puffed up, his was as flat as the rest of his skin, but it was certainly noticeable.

"Frederick La Hayne," I called. Fred, as he liked to be called, was stout. He had the same build as Bull, but not the same attitude.

"Zachary Long." Zach was shorter and slim. He seemed to have a shy disposition about him, too. I got the impression that he would be scared of his own shadow.

"Jesus Mendez." Just as his name might suggest, he was Mexican. Black hair crowned a head in brown skin. He didn't seem all that bright to me. Perhaps Parker was looking for another Edward Ransom.

"Percy Newhouse." Percy was another fat one. I sort of shook my head at it, but then I remembered how Scott turned out. I was hoping he would, too. He sported a crew cut, looking like a pig with a flat-top.

"Maxwell Rider," I said to the remaining two. He was our resident redhead. I supposed that Parker was always going to find at least one of them. But Max had blue eyes as opposed to Ben's green.

"And you must be Lon Vesper," I assumed, looking at the last one. Lon gave me a look that actually sent a shiver down my spine. I'd seen that look on others before; he'd killed someone, and he didn't look like he had a problem doing it again. His features mimicked his demeanor; long, black hair, dark brown eyes, and fairly white skin.

"Okay," I said, recovering from that little interlude. "When I, or one of the other instructors, tells you to line up, do so in this order. But, when you line up, do it with your hands behind your backs, feet a little apart, and head and shoulders up."

"You're an instructor?" William Daxter asked, interrupting me.

"And your mouths shut!" I said, looking hard at him. He took it for the warning that it was and clammed up.

"Now," I said, turning my attentions back to the whole class, "when you are told to turn and follow someone, turn in the direction that the person is facing and follow them in a single file.

"Right now, I want you to turn to your right, and follow me out."

I had them walk to and out of the door and then down the hall to Dr. Wells' office.

"Inside is the doctor's office. She will give you an examination. Do everything she says. Trust me, you don't want to make her angry." They looked at me for a moment. "Hell, I don't want to make her angry."

They giggled for a moment and then I had Jake knock on the door. A second later, Lucius opened it. Jake had the same look on his face as I had on mine when I first saw him. He looked towards me and I motioned for him to enter the room. He did so, but not all that enthusiastic. Chris turned to me after the door closed. I held up my hand for him to be quiet before he even started.

"Don't ask. The boy you saw belongs to the doctor."

"Belongs to?" Ethan asked.

"It's complicated, Ethan."

A moment later, the doctor called for the next person, so I motioned for Chris to go inside. William was after that, and just as Ethan was entering, Jake exited completely nude. Every one of them, excluding Evan and Lon, giggled at him when they saw his state of undress.

"Don't laugh, guys; you're next," I informed them. They stopped. I turned to Jake. "Stand against the wall there, facing down the hall as you've been taught."

Jake did it, but I could tell he was just as embarrassed as I was when I went through the same procedure. One by one, they went through the exam, coming out naked as jaybirds. When Lon left the doctor's room, I marched them into the next room for their shower and shave. I turned to Jake when they were facing me in line.

"Shower quickly and come over to me," I told him. He nodded and did as I instructed. When he was standing in front of me, the clippers began removing every single strand of hair on his head.

"No need for comments," I told the crowd of boys as they were giggling and stunned.

When I was finished with that, I had Chris begin his shower as I shaved Jake's head bald. From there, I put the collar around his neck that used to be mine. My finger lingered over the number '1' a little longer than needed when it was done.

Shaking it off, I had him return to his place in line. Chris stepped to me and I repeated the process. When all twelve of them were as nude and hairless as the day they were born, I picked up the remote control device.

"Now that all of you are presentable, I'm going to introduce the collars to you."

"What about them?" William asked.

I touched the button on it, sending all of them into fits of anguish. All of them squirmed around on the floor for about thirty seconds before I hit the cancel button. They gasped and I had them return to their standing positions.

"That was on the mildest setting," I informed them, to their horror. "If you get out of line, you will be shocked." I pulled down the collar of my shirt to show them the faint scar on the bottom of my neck. "This is what's left after getting a level seven shock from this thing two years ago. Believe me, it hurts worse than you think it does."

From there, I led them out of the room and down the hall to the living quarters. I showed them their cages, the common area, the showers, and then we moved to the cafeteria. From there, it was the main work room.

"This room leads to the other workout rooms; the classroom, weight room, swimming pool, and punishment rooms."

"Punishment rooms?" William asked. I clicked the remote, sending a few jolts of electricity through his collar. He screamed, going down to his knees, grabbing the collar. I let the lesson sink in for a minute before stopping it. I walked up to him and had him stand up.

"You're going to learn not to talk unless you're asked a question. You can learn it the easy way, or the hard way; your choice. Understand?" He nodded as I backed up, returning to my previous place.

"To answer William's question, though, the punishment rooms, or PR's, rather, are there to convince you to do your best. Every week, you'll be competing against one another for points. The two with the highest points will be given awards. The two with the lowest points will be in the punishment rooms for a specified amount of time.

"Learning well delivers points; misbehavior or poor performance removes them. It is that simple, guys." I let that sink in for a moment before continuing. "Now, everyone, go ahead and take a seat. I know you have questions; now's the time to ask them."

Ayden raised his hand, so I prompted him to ask as I sat down with them.

"Can I ask you something about you?" I nodded. "How old are you?"

"Ten," I said, smiling.

"So, this training lasts for about two years?" Ethan asked and I nodded.

"And then what?" Zach asked.

"You'll be given your assignments," I said, and then held up a hand to them. "And don't ask me what they'll be; I don't know and I don't want to know. You'll find out when it comes that time."

"What goes into this training?" Max asked.

"Physical training, some hand-to-hand combat, weapons, language studies; everything you need to do your jobs."

They continued asking questions about the training and I answered whatever I could. I denied the answer if I knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to tell them. The question did come up about the PR and I answered it without giving away too much information about it. The Q&A time lasted about an hour before I called a halt to it. Most of the questions were the same ones that my own class had asked Jones on our first night.

"Okay, tonight, though," I said, standing back up, "you're going to have to fight for your meal."

"Oh, fuck," Jake commented and I had to smile.

"You're going to have what's called 'a melee'; it's a fight where all of you go against each other. However you have to do it to win; do it. Here's what's at stake. The first six of you that give up will not be eating. Also, the lowest three of you will be given three demerits each, and the next three will be given two.

"The next three will be given one demerit, but will get something to eat. Third place will get nothing but food; no merits, no demerits. Second place gets one merit, and the last man standing will get two merits. Also, if you give up too quickly, an added demerit will be tacked on."

Jake raised his hand. I raised an eyebrow and then motioned for him to ask his question.

"What's a demerit?"

"Demerits take points away from your weekly total." He nodded that he understood.

"Now, one thing that I must warn you never to do;" I had Zach come to me and turn around to the others. I reached up and grabbed the back of his collar. "I don't care how much you hate someone, or are angry at them, no one is to grab another person's collar. EVER!

"From the way I'm holding Zach's collar, I can snap his neck; either killing him or paralyzing him for the rest of his life. No one is to touch another person's collar. Got it?"

They nodded that they understood me and I sent Zach back to the line.

"Okay, except touching the collars, and doing any serious damage to another person, anything goes in this melee. Any questions?" They just looked at me as if they couldn't believe their ears. "GO!"

I got out of the way as Lon sucker punched Max right in the face, sending him right to the carpet. He didn't let up on the kid till he called out that he'd quit. In the meantime, Ethan took out his brother in two punches; something was definitely between those two. So much for family loyalty. Jake and Chris tumbled around until Chris got the better of him.

William tried to go against Fred, but got his butt kicked. Poor Zach was taken out very quickly as well by Jesus. Percy, as fat as he was, had little chance in winning anything, but he lasted longer against Ayden than I thought he would. Ethan tackled Jesus just as he was finishing up with Zach and got the better of him. Ayden tried his luck against Fred, but also lost. Lon waited as Chris took on Fred.

It ended up being a contest between Ethan, Chris and Lon. Chris looked better than the other two, but not by much. All three of them looked worn out. I smiled as Chris tried to take Ethan, but when he did, Lon kicked him right in the ribs, sending him to the carpet in pain. Ethan tried to make the most of it by getting at Lon, but the kid was ready for him, and spun around with an elbow to Ethan's diaphragm.

I watched as Lon almost took Chris's head off with another kick, causing him to quit the fight. Ethan was already out. Lon looked at me when the other two fell.

"Very good, Lon," I said, smiling at him. I had them line up, each of them feeling like they'd never stand again, though. "Okay, Evan, Max, Zach; each of you get three demerits. Percy, William, Jake; two demerits each. And all six of you go into the common room for the evening." They left and I turned to the last six.

"Each of you get your suppers, but Fred, Jesus, and Ayden; you guys get one demerit each. Ethan, you don't get anything but a meal. Chris gets a point, and Lon, you get started with two points.

"Follow me to the cafeteria," I said and led them to it.

"How did you get into this?" Ayden asked me when they sat down to eat.

"Same as you; someone came to my orphanage in Seattle with a test. He thought I'd do pretty well doing this."

"Do you stay here?" Ethan asked. I nodded.

"What's it like?" Chris asked.

"What's what like?"

"Like killing someone."

"You'll find out soon enough."

They continued their meal in silence. When they were done, I got them to the showers with their classmates, and then into their individual cages.

"Good night, guys," I told them, and turned off the lights.

I headed upstairs to my apartment where Tom was waiting for me. He was reading a book in bed as I walked in.

"Up for some fun?" I asked as I stripped off my clothes.

"That's one of the things I like about you, Seth; you don't beat around the bush about anything."

"Ain't got a bush to beat around," I said with a smirk. "At least not yet," I amended.

He chuckled and set his book aside as I crawled into bed. I swung towards him and threw my legs over his torso, straddling him. His waiting cock rested right under my body.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Right now?" he asked, as he reached down for his cock. I nodded and he shrugged back.

"Well, speaking of getting a bush, will you still want to do this when I get older?" I asked, being extremely serious. "Truth."

"I can't tell the future, Seth, but I believe that you and I will have a very long relationship together, no matter what comes."

"I think I would like that," I said with a simple smile. "Now, you think you can get that pole of yours inside me?"

When I felt the tip touch me, I lowered my butt downward, impaling myself on him. He cut into me and I groaned out in pleasure of our coupling. I rode him for quite some time, stroking my own cock simultaneously. I climaxed first, but made sure I finished him off before we stopped.

The kids' education was taken over by Collins in the morning while Simon and I had our own classes. We hit the firing range right after that for a few rounds of target practice.

I saw the twelve of them, but didn't interfere with the training. It wouldn't be for another two weeks before I had my classes with them. However, as Jones was still gone, I did have to take his duties that Friday afternoon.

That first week, Lon showed up the others, coming in first by five points. Ethan was next, overcoming his initial setback. The two that had come in last were Zach and Percy, in that order. I'd been watching them the whole week, and I saw it coming. Just as Scott had done, Percy had dropped some weight that week, looking slimmer.

"Line up, guys," I said, entering the room that Friday evening. I told them of the results, having Zach and Percy stand to the side. I rewarded Lon and Ethan with twelve and six bars of candy each and turned to the losers.

I had Percy wait for me outside the PR while I took Zach into the room. I slipped the rubber suit up his body. He began panicking as I was about to cover his head and eyes.

"How long do I stay like this?" he asked, with a shaking voice.

"You'll find out when your time is over."

I covered his face with the hood. From there, I stretched his arms out and secured them with the manacles coming from the walls. Then his feet were applied to the loops in the floor. When I was done, he pulled on the chains to test their resolve. He seemed to shake a little after that.

"Please lemme out," he whined.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear me, I simply left the room. When I opened the door, Percy saw what I'd done to Zach and got a scared look on his face.

"Don't even think about it, Percy," I warned. He nodded, but didn't lose that look of fear. I led him to the other PR where I repeated the process.

It wasn't easy, but I managed to finagle him into the rubber suit somehow. When I was finished securing him likewise, I left his room as well. I turned off the lights, as they weren't going to need them, and headed back to the common area. Lon was eating one of his bars alone, while Ethan, Jake, Chris, and Ayden shared Ethan's bars. Evan looked utterly miserable. Max seemed fine to be by himself as well.

I was kind of surprised at the dynamics of this group. It was so different from the one I'd gone through with. I headed up stairs for two rounds of getting cornholed by Tom's marvelous cock and a good night's sleep.

The following week, Lon won again, but only by a point. He and Ethan tussled in the fight that week, with Ethan coming out the victor; barely. Also, Jones had returned and took over where I had been.

That Monday afternoon, though, it was my turn to teach. Simon and I were waiting for the twelve of them as they exited the classroom. I had them line up and then introduced Simon to them.

"Simon and I are here to teach you about weapons," I told them.

"Guns?" William asked.

"Guns, knives, pretty much anything lethal," I answered. "And," I added before the conversations got out of hand, "if any of you takes this anything less than totally serious, you'll be spending a full week in the PR.

"Got it?" I asked, looking at them hard. They nodded that they did.

I had them turn and follow me to the firing range. Simon brought up the rear of the group. We had discussed it, and I was going to teach them the guns on the range and he was going to take them on the walk-through.

So, just as I'd been trained, I began teaching them. Max was the one that did the best with the guns. Lon seemed too angry with it, always pulling the trigger, instead of squeezing it. Ethan just couldn't get the hang of handling a gun. Evan and Zach were extremely shy around them and almost dropped them every time they fired one.

During those weeks, Evan spent two out of three weeks in the PR. And the one week he missed, he came in tenth place. It wasn't that he couldn't do it; it seemed as if he didn't want to do it. At the end of the fourth week, he was going back into the PR for a full day again.

The one duty of Jones's that I was able to keep was the one to take the losers to the PR and reward the winners on Friday nights. So, I took him and Jesus that night for their punishments.

When I got Ethan in the room, I pulled the suit over him and locked him in place. After that, a gag was placed over his mouth and the locked around his head. From there, I drove a dildo into his round buttocks as hard as I could. He screamed as loud as possible through the gag. I pulled the end up and snapped it, keeping the fake cock inside him.

When he was set, a long wooden paddle was used on his buttcheeks for a total of ten swats. After he screamed from the tenth one, I replaced the tool and left the room. I was a little angry at Ethan for not doing something about Evan, so I headed into the common area.

"Ethan," I said, entering. Simon was talking to Chris about something. Everyone turned to look at me, including my target. "I want to talk to you." As Ethan walked over, I gave Simon a hard look, telling him I was displeased with something.

As Ethan followed me to the main workout room, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet behind me.

"What is your problem with Evan?" I asked, upon entering the room.

"What do you mean, sir?" he asked, evading the question by calling me 'sir'.

"You know fucking well what I mean. Your brother's in trouble and you won't do a damn thing to help him. Why?"

"It's a family thing."

"I don't give a shit; you will tell me," I threatened.

"You're lucky you have that controller," he said, looking at me sideways.

"You think I need this fucking thing to take you?"

I turned and, knowing that just about everyone was there, I threw the controller to Simon. From there, I stripped off all my clothes and faced him.

"No remote control, no clothes, no instructor. It's just us."

"You'll have to beat it outta me," he said, crossly.

I spun and nailed him in the face with the back of my foot, sending him to the mat inside a second. He hit the ground, holding his face.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I said, scowling down at him.

He got up, though, quicker than I'd thought and came at me. Through the years of training and live missions, I'd known to be ready for anything, and ducked. But my foot making contact with his mid-section, sent him right back down to the mat. I spun around and jumped onto his back before he could recover.

Angrily, I pushed his head into the mat with one hand, and hit him in the side with the other. He screamed, but kept the information to himself. So, I did it again.

"You will tell me," I growled as I hit him a third time.

"He's a fucking pussy," he screamed after the fourth hit.

"Yeah, you've said that before. Tell me something I don't know."

"He's the reason we were in that fucking place," he said as I lined up a fifth hit. I lowered my fist back down. I told him to explain what he meant. "Our parents were arrested because of him."

"Go on," I urged him.

"The pussy told a teacher that our father was fucking him every night."

"Was he?" Ethan stalled and I hit him again. "Was he?!"

"Yes! And me, too, but he was our father, goddamn it!"

I lowered my mouth to his ear.

"And he is your brother," I whispered to him. "And right now, he needs your help. Not mine, not Simon's, not the other instructors', and not any of the others; yours."

I pushed up off him and turned around. Simon handed me my clothes and we left. Simon grabbed my arm as we were half way down the hallway.

"What does it matter how he likes or dislikes Evan?"

"Lemme ask you something," I said, smiling gently at him, "would you be here right now, if James hadn't taken the time with you two years ago? Or if I hadn't stopped Bull from doing what he was doing?"

"Probably not," he admitted.

"That's why it matters. You had the fortune to have me and James there, but these guys aren't us. The dynamics aren't the same as what happened between the twelve of us. When it comes time to kidnap them next year and they aren't looking out for one another, what do you think will happen?"

"They'll probably squeal after the first few minutes of torture."

"Exactly."

"But even that won't stop the session next year."

"No, it won't," I admitted back, "but if they begin to care about themselves, maybe it'll give them something to hold on to when that time comes around. That was what got me through the worst of what was done to us. Remember the day we were put into that joint cell together?"

"Yeah; I remember," he said, nodding calmly.

I saw Ethan take a vested interest in Evan's schooling over the next few days. And, because of that, Evan began doing better. The others seemed to be doing better, except Zach. As shy and reserved as he was, others seemed to be avoiding him.

"He's going to have to shape up soon, Seth," Jones was telling me after seven weeks of their training.

Simon was out on a mission at this time, so I had to cover his classes. Jones was telling me about Zach's problems. Evan had improved, but Zach had not; he was either at the bottom each week, or close to it.

"What's going to happen to him if he doesn't?"

"He'll have to be eliminated," he answered coldly. I was shocked. "Don't start. You know the stakes if we just release him and others found him. He'd talk; plain and simple, and we'd be exposed."

"Agreed, but can't there be some sort of compromise?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know," I admitted, but I did not want another kid to die because of our program. "We have almost unlimited resources at our disposal; let's use them."

"He's not worth it, Seth," Jones stated emphatically.

"Everyone is worth it, Jones," I answered back. "Parker sent me to kill Jonathan. I let him live and because of that, I'm still here. I say he's worth it."

"It's too risky."

"So is training a kid to be an operative."

Jones let the argument die right then. I left the room, not liking the prospects for the kid. He just wasn't operating material, and we both knew it. I hoped we were wrong, though. We weren't.

That Friday evening's fight, Zach lost first, sending him to the PR for the fifth time. Frowning, I led him and Chris, who was going for the first time, to the rooms. After Chris was secure, I took a shaking Zachary to the other room.

"How bad is this going to get?" he asked as I put him in the center of the room.

"You'll be screaming before the hour's up," I said softly, looking at the ground.

I chained him to the center of the room, spread eagled again. I left, turning out the lights. From there, I made my way to the room with the mirrored window. I hit one button, spraying Zach's body with jets of cold water. His small frame shook from it. The jets then hit lower, nailing his stomach. The third spray nailed his groin and butt, causing him to begin screaming.

The hot water was next. He yelled when it got his groin again. When the cold water came again, he was yelling after the second stream. I hated doing that to him, but it was his punishment. Powers relieved me at about midnight and I headed to my apartment.

"You okay?" Tom asked as I slipped into bed.

"Zach," I answered.

"He'll never make the program," he stated simply.

"I know." I turned over and went to sleep.

I woke the next day with Tom's cock digging into my back. Normally, I would have fucked myself on his pole, but I was worried about Zach. I took my shower, got dressed and left before Tom woke up.

"PLEASE!!! Stop!" The voice assaulted me as I entered the viewing room. Porter was spraying Zach's lower body when I walked in. He seemed less than enthusiastic as well.

I saw the state Zach was in, and my heart went out to him.

"I know this isn't SOP, but can you give the guy a break for a few minutes?" I asked.

Porter nodded and turned off the jets. I nodded my thanks to him and then headed into the room. Zach was in shambles when I entered.

"Please make it stop, Seth," he begged when I walked up to stand in front of him.

"You're lucky to be getting the short rest you're getting right now," I told him, shaking my head. "You still have a long way to go."

"But it hurts…"

"I know."

I thought about talking to him more about his situation, but then reconsidered. He was the one that was going to have to make the choice to improve. And I couldn't interfere with that process; he was going to have to make it on his own. I wasn't his friend or his peer; I was his instructor.

"What're they doing to him?" Jake asked as I returned Chris to the group.

"Something you'll find out if you go in there for the fifth time," I said, not giving them any more information. If Zach wanted to tell them, then it was up to him.

I was hoping that he would. I was hoping that this would bring them together as a group, as my class did with me. I was hoping things would improve for him.

But, when I brought him back to the group that night, things didn't change at all for him or them. In that moment, I was thankful for the group I had, and not this one. Zach went right to bed without saying a word to anyone, not that I blamed him.

He missed the PR the next week by one point. It wasn't necessarily an improvement. Max and Percy had done worse, not Zach doing better.

"What would you have us do with him, Seth?" Parker asked at the end of that week.

"Just don't kill him, Parker," I said, knowing that he didn't want him to die any more than I did. "Do something else with him."

"Like what?"

"Sell him off to someone that has no political agenda."

"He might still talk about us."

"And who would believe him?"

"Good point," he said, seemingly amused.

"Why else do you have us be operatives and spies?" I pressed.

"I get your point, Seth. Let me come up with something, and we'll see."

I nodded and left the room. Simon and I discussed the situation that evening at the café while eating. He didn't like the outlook, either. It was a depressing situation for all involved.

Finally, at the end of the next week, with Zach being in last place, and no future prospects of him improving, Parker, Jones, Simon and I talked in Parker's office.

"He's got to go," Parker said. We all agreed. "And I've got a way to do it, if you're up for another mission, Seth."

"I've been itching for one for a while, Judge," I answered, smiling, but also curious as to what he had in mind.

"Good," he said, nodding.

Parker smiled at me and began briefing me on what was going to happen. At least, what was supposed to happen.

From there, I headed into the main work out room. The class walked into the room and stood in line.

"Today," I began, "due to the holiday, no one is going into the punishment room." All of them were elated at that, especially Zach. I waited till they calmed down. "Also, there will be no fight. For the afternoon, you are free to do whatever you want.

"Enjoy yourselves," I said, finishing off.

I was a little disappointed when only Lon seemed suspicious. The other eleven went in different directions, but Lon stayed where he was, looking at me. I raised an eyebrow to him.

"What is it?" I asked.

"There's no holiday this weekend," he challenged.

"Would you rather I throw you into the PR?" I asked back. He'd had a bad week, and was eleventh. He shook his head. "Then don't look a gift horse in the mouth and just enjoy it."

He nodded and left, but I knew he didn't let this go in his mind. And, knowing him, he wasn't about to talk to the others about this. If there was ever a perfect personality that fit one being a mercenary, it was Lon's. The kid just seemed cold and unfeeling.

That night, Jones tucked them away into their cages. I spent the time getting royally fucked by Tom's cock and loved every second of it. We finished with me on my back, watching him through my legs drill into me. When he came, he pulled his cock out and shot his load all over my own dick and balls, covering them completely.

"I'm going to miss that," I said, reaching down, milking him slowly.

"It'll be here when you get back," he answered.

"Better be," I told him.

I looked at the time. I had to get going. I headed to the bathroom and wiped off what he put all over me. From there, I didn't even bother to get dressed; I'd have to be stripping in a matter of a few hours anyways. I kissed Tom good-bye and headed down to the motor pool area. Simon walked in a few minutes later. He was grinning, but I could see the look of concern in his eyes.

"Good luck, eh?" he said, giving me a hug.

I nodded. A moment later, Parker, Jones and Charles, dressed in solid black uniforms with masks, entered. They were carrying a struggling, nude Zachary. Charles had him by his ankles. Jones had him wrapped up around the chest, securing his arms. Parker was holding a rag over his mouth, while his whole head was encased in a black hood.

They dropped him to the ground, forcing him onto his belly. He was hogtied, a gag was wrapped around his mouth outside the hood, and then he was summarily dumped into the back of a jeep. The three men removed their masks and then walked over to me and Simon.

Parker gave me a bug to swallow with some water from a canteen. Jones tied my hands behind my back while Charles threw a hood over my head. My mouth was gagged and then I was led to the jeep as well. I was thrown into the back, bumping into Zach, and hogtied moments later.

The jeep was started up and left the facility. We bumped along for some time. Finally, we stopped. It seemed to take a while, but eventually, I heard the sound of another vehicle approach. Doors opened and then closed again.

"Good evening," I heard Charles say, obviously to the ones that had just pulled up.

"What've you got?" A man's gruff voice asked.

"One ten-year-old, and one nine-year-old."

The back of the jeep opened up and I got the feeling we were on display.

"The bigger one's got a little wear and tear on him," someone noted.

Fuck you, too, asshole.

"But, he's still got some mileage to go; blond haired, blue eyed, cute as hell," Charles answered, sounding enticing.

Maybe I should buy him.

You can't afford me.

"Hm," the other one said. "What about the other one?"

"Brown hair and brown eyes, but round face and a virgin."

A moment passed.

"Ten for both."

"Fifteen, and that's a bargain," Charles answered. The haggling was normal and expected. "And you know it."

"Thirteen and not a dollar more," the other countered with. Charles took a moment before acquiescing to the amount. I heard some cash exchange hands.

Someone grabbed Zach first and carried him off. A moment later, and I was lifted out as well. I was deposited into the back of a car and then the door slammed. I felt a blanket be placed over me, and I was assuming, Zach, and then the car left the area. This ride took significantly longer. It seemed that we were heading west, but I couldn't be sure. When the car stopped, I knew it was several hours later.

The blanket was removed and I felt the ropes to my ankles get cut. I was dragged out by my arm and then made to stand. A few minutes later, Zach was standing next to me. We were marched away, and into another structure; I felt the change in the air. Here was the tricky part, though.

Zach wasn't exactly in the loop about all this. I had to think of a way that was convincing to keep his mouth shut. I came up with it the moment we were stopped. A metal door was opened and I felt my hands being cut free. Someone then removed the gag from my mouth and then the hood. I shook my head, but before I could get a good look, I was thrown into a small cell.

I turned to look back at them, to see a big black-haired man with a trimmed goatee, standing next to a shorter, rotund man, removing the hood from Zach's head. The short man then threw Zach into the cell with me and I caught him before he hit the ground. The two men then turned and left the two of us alone.

Zach turned over, but before he could say anything, I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Don't say a fucking word, or you won't have them to worry about; I'll kill you myself," I growled at him. He nodded so I removed my hand and stood up. Leaving him on the cold floor, I went to the door to see if I could see anything from our point; nothing. I turned back to see him get up. I scowled at him, but continued pacing along the bars of the door.

A while later, an unremarkable man came in and gave us something to eat. He said nothing and did nothing more than give us the food and water. From there, he left. Later, the same man came and this time, grabbed me from the cell. I was led out of the area and up a flight of stairs the opposite direction from where we came in from.

When we got up the stairs, he opened the door, revealing an extremely nice house. It was on the ground floor, but even this was nice. We walked through to a study. Another man was sitting behind a desk, writing something.

"Sir," the man next to me said to the other one. The wealthier looking one, obviously the man in charge of this shindig, looked up and nodded. With a wave of his hand, the guy next to me disappeared.

"Come here, Seth," the master of the house said.

"You know me," I said simply.

"Parker and I go way, way back; before you were born, I'd imagine," he said, smiling lightly. "Now, come here."

I walked over to him, figuring that he was in the loop of things. I was standing in front of his desk, but he wanted me next to him. So, I walked around to stand in front of him. He checked me over, looking at different parts of my body.

"A few scars," he said, but not to me, as I turned around fully for him. "That won't be a big deal. Demidov won't mind too much."

"Demidov?" I asked.

"The one you're getting sold to; he has a market for American boys to be sold to Russian families." I nodded. "You probably won't fetch as much as a pure, innocent one, but he'll still take you."

"What about Zach?"

"Zach is mine; part of the deal," he said, with a simple smile.

"Who are you?" Parker had failed to brief me on this guy; something I'll have to discuss with him when I return.

IF you return.

"My name's Daxter; Peter Daxter," he said with a slight smirk. I, on the other hand, was stunned. "Yes, William's with me; he's my third cousin.

"His parents were killed several years ago, and I was asked to take him in. I did so, but he'd become too difficult to handle. So, I handed him off to Parker, with the expressed instructions that he not be placed in overwhelmingly harm's way."

"That says a lot," I commented, smiling to myself. He turned serious.

"I'm assuming you know what's expected of you?" he asked and I nodded back. "Then show me."

I nodded again, and dropped to my knees. I reached forward and then undid the slacks. His pants were slid down to his ankles, next. My hands began working his cock through his boxers, quickly getting a rise out of him. When his shorts had joined his pants, my mouth went around the tip of his cock, and then I swallowed it whole.

It had been a while since I'd sucked a cock this large, as Tom usually just likes to fuck my brains out, but I remembered my lessons well and managed. Once his staff was at full capacity, it reached about the same size and girth as Steve from California. Knowing what was to come next, I looked up into his eyes.

Without saying a word, he grabbed me and threw me over the edge of his antique desk, face-down. As was normal, one of his hands held me in place while the other lined his pole up to my backside. I was right then grateful for the fuck I'd gotten from Tom the previous night. It would have been more painful without it.

His cock invaded my insides with the precision of an expert; more like a master. He knew what he was doing and how to do it. I felt that right off. My innards accepted him, but painfully. I grunted as his fullness took all of me.

Daxter didn't stop long to smell the roses once he was inside me fully. He withdrew till the head was just barely outside and then plunged it back into me. I grunted again at the intrusion. Soon, he built up his rhythm, but it wasn't long that he stopped it with a hard shove. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me entirely onto his cock in a series of hard, fast, brutal, savage thrusts. I yipped at every one of them. It was like I was nothing but a toy; something to fuck and that was it. I was used to being treated this way, but not for a long time.

Finally, with all of him hitting my guts, he came, releasing his seed into my being. My insides took all it could before leaking out and down my legs. Without much strength left, I just laid there on his desk; well-fucked.

"Not bad," he commented. "You must be used to this."

"More than you know."

"Okay, get off my desk and get cleaned up," he said, coldly.

Ever so gently and carefully, I eased myself backwards and onto my feet. I needed the desk's support for a moment, but then went to a small half-bath to clean myself up. My whole insides hurt, but I coped with it pretty well. I returned to the study to see Daxter back at his desk, writing again, as if nothing had happened.

"Is that what Zach is in store for?" I asked, standing in front of his desk again.

"That," he said, not looking up, "and more. But, he is no longer your concern. Now, go out the door and my man will take you back downstairs to the cell.

"We won't see each other again," he said, with a note of finality to it.

"I hope not," I stated and turned from his desk.

"What happened?" Zach asked when Daxter's man dropped me back off in the cell.

"None of your business," I spat at him. He cowered away from me, which, for some odd reason or other, pissed me off even more so. "Why did you even choose to do that?"

"What?"

"At the facility, Zach!"

"I dunno," he said quietly, "it just sounded like fun."

"You're a fucking idiot; you know that?"

He didn't answer, so I just went to the side and sat down on the floor. As I sat there, he laid down and then began crying. I didn't bother consoling him or stopping him; it was his fault we were in this cage, after all. Eventually, he fell asleep.

Some time, must have been in the morning, the shorter man from before came into the area and unlocked the cell door. He looked at me and motioned with his finger for me to get down on my knees. I didn't until he pointed a gun at my face.

He moved behind me and tied my wrists up behind my back again. He made a ruffling sound and I saw that he was pulling out a black hood. I quickly turned to Zach.

"You're going to regret your decision very soon," I told him and then the hood went over my head, blocking out everything. The gag was replaced in my mouth.

Good luck, kid. I never saw him again.

The man pulled me up by my arms and marched me out of the cell. The warm sun hit my nude body when the outside door was opened. I was thrown back into the back of the car, where I was hogtied again. This drive lasted for a while again, ending up at an airport. I heard an airplane landing.

The sound of the airplane got louder. I realized that I was being loaded onto that aircraft for transportation somewhere. The car stopped and the short man came around and dragged me out of the back seat. I was summarily dumped onto the airplane. He talked to the pilot about a few things, but it wasn't anything important.

The pilot picked me up and dumped me in a tight area. The gag was removed, but not the hood.

"Keep quiet, and I won't put this back on," he told me. I didn't answer.

After that, he just simply left me. It was obviously another cage I'd gotten dropped into, but smaller than anything else I'd been in thus far. I was lying on my side, on a solid piece of metal. The top of the cage wasn't much more than an inch or two [5 cm] away from my upper shoulder. And the 'walls' were nothing more than a series of bars all the way around the tight area. I couldn't move anything on my body any more than about six or seven inches [15-18 cm] around in the cage. So, I was stuck.

The flight lasted a while until it landed again. I didn't figure we were anywhere near where we were probably going, so I reasoned that he was picking up more cargo. Sure enough, but what I didn't figure on, was that he dumped the 'cargo' in the same cramped cage I was in.

The door, or upper wall, was opened and another boy was dropped in with me. And callously, too. I heard him let out a cry of pain just as the door was slammed shut.

"Get off me, man," I heard him say to me.

"That's gonna be kinda difficult, asshole," I countered, "I got nowhere to go."

He pushed around, trying to get room, but now, with significantly less room available, it was even more uncomfortable. When he pushed hard against my chest once, trying to push me away, I growled and kicked up hard with my knee, nailing something soft.

"Ow," he complained.

"Serves you right; now knock off the bullshit before you get both of us hurt," I told him.

"Who are you?" he asked back.

"Name's Adam," I told him. "You?"

"Calvin Thomas," he answered back.

Just then, the plane began its assent into the skies again. Now was my opportunity.

"Your arms in front of you, or behind you?"

"Behind my back."

"Damn," I cursed.

"Why?"

"I was going to have you untie me, if you could reach my hands and then I'd do the same. But, with your hands behind your back, it's not going to happen."

"If you can gimme a few inches I might be able to turn over."

"I don't think it'll work, but we can try," I offered.

I moved as far away from him as I could, squeezing against the bars. He squirmed around, moving inch by inch until he was actually facing away from me. I moved downward while he moved upward. We managed to get him where his wrists were near my head. I chewed at the ropes, pulling as best as I could through the hood, I finally managed to get to the knot. I continued pulling at it until it was loose enough and Calvin's hands were free.

We had to rework ourselves again for him to undo my wrists. When he turned around, he stopped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You got a hood on over your head," he said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, so?"

"Nothing," he said and then pulled it off. I then saw what he was talking about; they'd only used a bandana to blindfold him.

Calvin must have been about my age and roughly my size. His hair was brown and wavy, and he had freckles on his cheekbones. His eyes were a sort of green hazel color that seemed to change with the light. He was slim, thankfully, with a nice build, and as naked as I was.

He reached over me with one hand and then under my head with the other to untie my wrists. When he'd accomplished that, both of us untied our own ankles.

"Now what?" he asked, fairly.

"Lemme see what I can do with this lock," I suggested, but as I touched it, I knew there was no way I could undo it. We were stuck in the cage for the duration until we were let out.

"You're pretty well built," he said as I pulled my hand back inside.

"You, too," I said, visibly impressed. "Work out?"

"Yeah," he said quietly.

We talked for the next few minutes, trading stories. He was my age and from a little town a few miles north of New Orleans. He had one younger sister, Jessica.

"How'd they grab you?" I asked.

"My teacher, I think," he answered back. "I went to his house for some tutoring lessons, like I do every week. And, like always, he gave me some juice and something to eat. Well, I got really drowsy after a few minutes.

"When I woke up, I was tied up like this, with a blindfold on."

"I'm sorry, man," I said, with considerable sympathy.

"Yeah, thanks." He was quiet for a while before he asked if I knew where we were going.

"No, but it can't be anywhere good."

"Yeah, no kidding."

I controlled my urges of feeling him up. That particular time and place wasn't the right one.

Some time later, the plane made another landing. The pilot walked through after landing, but didn't see us untied until he brought a redheaded kid on board. He was shocked when he saw us, but made no attempt to put us back in the ropes. We couldn't escape and he knew it.

The boy he brought on must have been no older than seven years. He was fighting like hell, too; struggling, twisting, squirming, trying anything and everything to cause problems. Finally, the pilot smacked him upside the head and the boy calmed down.

"You can't do this to me!" the boy screamed as the pilot dropped him into his own little cage.

Fed up with the boy, the pilot grabbed the discarded hood and pulled it over his head. From there, the gag that was on my mouth was put on his. The door was slammed shut on him. The pilot took one look at us and then disappeared into the cockpit. We were airborne minutes later.

"Well, that was entertaining," I commented and Calvin snickered.

"Wonder where they picked him up from," he mused.

"Brats-r-us," I retorted, getting another laugh from him. The kid screamed into the gag, and threw a fit in his cage. "He reminds me of another kid I knew once named Bull. He was a brat, too."

"Bull?" he asked, smirking.

"His real name was Edward, but he was big and dumb, so the nickname worked."

We flew onward, picking up other kids in other cities. When there were eight of us on board, the plane began making an incredibly long trip. We were headed to Russia, now.

Calvin and I got to know all the other's names along the way, save the little redhead, who was still gagged. He was fighting when the pilot dropped a kid named Gary into the cage with him, but soon quit when Gary had had enough and kicked him, too.

Gary was from Oklahoma. It was north to Chicago to pick up another kid named Michael, that didn't like the nickname of Mike. A girl by the name of Carrie was next, from Las Vegas. A stop in Portland picked up a boy named Doug. The last stop he made was in western Canada for a boy named Jean-Pierre, or JP for short.

As bent in the cage as we were, we couldn't see them, but we could talk to them. Getting to know them a little, helped each of us, yes, us, allay our fears of what might be happening to us.

"Maybe if we made a deal," Michael suggested.

"What kind of deal did you have in mind?" I asked, "I don't seem to have any money shoved up my butt at the moment." All of them laughed as best as they could.

"I was meaning that maybe they'll take that redheaded kid and let the rest of us go."

"They don't hand out a lot of brains in Chicago, do they?" Calvin asked, getting a round of laughter from the rest of us.

"Kiss my butt," Michael challenged.

"That's gonna be kinda difficult at the moment," I told him.

A few chuckles came from that, but not much else for the rest of the trip. The rest of them had settled down a little, but still concerned over the destination of it.

I must have fallen asleep, because the change in air pressure had built up in my ears; we were descending into Russia. I held my nose and cleared my ears just as the plane was touching down.

"Here we go," Calvin said. "Where do you think we are?"

"Probably Alaska," Doug suggested.

"With the direction we were going in, Alaska is a good guess," I commented, "but the flight was too long for that to be the case. By the way the plane was flying, we'd continued west. So, we are either in Russia or China, by my guess."

"Garden spots; wonderful," Calvin noted sarcastically.

"No kidding," I answered back.

The pilot stopped the plane and then came back to us in the cages. The others were unloaded, starting with the last ones first. When he got to us, he knelt down and looked at us before opening.

"Give me any trouble when I open this, and I'll make you pay dearly," he threatened. We nodded that we would comply and he opened the lock.

We were retied and led out of the plane, walking. A closed truck was parked, waiting for us. The pilot led us to it and another man put us inside. The pilot left once his job was done. The other man, a tall, thin man, climbed inside with us and hit the back of the bed when the door was closed. The truck took off for parts unknown.

The eight of us sat quietly for the duration of the ride. I kept gauging different scenarios about what to do next. I had my orders and mission and the plane ride was only to get me into the country unnoticed. Well, that was done.

Now, how the fuck do I get out of this?

"We're in Russia," I whispered to Calvin at one point.

"How do you know?"

"The guy's too white for us to be in China or Mongolia," I answered.

The truck stopped after a great deal of traveling. It backed up to something and then the door opened. The tall-thin man grabbed the redheaded boy and carried him out first. After him, each of us were pulled up and walked out the back. I was last. He took me through a door and then down a hall. When I was thrown into a room, three others were there waiting for me; Calvin, Michael, and the redheaded kid.

The man untied our wrists, starting with mine. When he got to the little kid, the hood was removed and the boy turned over to take a swing at him. The man dodged out of the way, but the kid continued to put up a fight with him.

"So you want to fight, eh?" the man finally said, getting tired of it.

He grabbed the boy by the wrist and yanked him up a little. His other hand slapped him hard across the face. A small smattering of blood sprayed the wall to the side. The boy tried to knee the man, but was equally unsuccessful. All he did was make the guy angrier. Fed up, now, the man turned the kid over onto his stomach. I knew what was coming before anyone else.

"Try that, will you?"

Not having to really work hard to keep the kid down, the man opened his fly and pulled his dick out of the opening. He worked himself over a little to get hard. When he was sufficiently stiff enough, he lined up to the kid's backdoor.

"You can't do that!" the kid screamed.

"Yes! I! Can!" and with that, the guy shoved forward, impaling him on his manhood.

The boy screamed for all he was worth, but the man didn't stop shoving his cock into him. The poor kid did try to get away from him, but the guy grabbed onto his shoulders and held him in place while he solidly raped him. It lasted for only a few minutes, but I'm sure it was an eternity for the youngster.

When he was through, he zipped up, smacked him on the back of the head for good measure, and left the small cell. The door was locked and then the man walked away. After I was sure he was gone, I went over to the crying child and knelt down to him.

"Come on," I said, trying to pick him up. He angrily pulled his arm away from me. I tried again, but got the same rebuff. "Look, kid-,"

"-go away!" he cried at me. "You didn't do anything to help me!"

"There was nothing we could have done to help you," I gently told him.

"Leave him, Adam," Calvin said after the kid pulled away again.

"Yeah, let the little brat lie there," Michael agreed.

"SHUT UP!" the kid screamed, turning over quickly.

He was about to lunge at Michael, but I caught him in time and put him back down on the ground. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I put him into a full-nelson, forcing him to calm down.

"Listen to me, and listen to me very good, kid," I growled lowly into his ear. "There is a time and place for everything. If you will calm the fuck down, you'll see that, first, we're not your enemy, and, second, we'll find a way out of this.

"Now, knock it off before I fuck you silly, also."

"You wouldn't," he challenged.

"I have before and will do it again if you make me."

He calmed down and I released him.

"If you'll let me take a look, I'll see how bad the damage is, back there," I offered.

"You're joking," Calvin said, smirking. I gave him a real hard look and he shut up.

I'd just made some progress with this kid and I didn't need anything to stop it.

"Will you trust me?" I asked the kid again and got a slight nod for an answer.

I looked down between his buttcheeks and there was some blood, but that was to be expected. I had to pry his legs apart to get a good look, which hurt him a little. However, he seemed fine.

"You'll be fine, I think," I said in conclusion, "just a little blood. Plus, you'll be sore for a day or two."

"Speaking from experience?" Calvin asked with a smirk as I was helping the kid to the side.

"Actually, yes," I answered truthfully, which got a shock from both of them. I turned my attentions back to the young kid sitting next to me. "What's your name?"

"Trent," he said, speaking to the wall.

"Nice to meet you," I said back to him.

Michael chuckled, which led to Calvin doing the same. Finally, even Trent felt a little more relaxed. I took a moment to look around our small space. It was rectangular, coming lengthwise from the door, backward. I took a few moments, thinking about my chances about escaping from there.

We calmed down enough to get some real sleep.

So, this is Russia, huh?

Apparently so.

I was the last one to fall asleep, but eventually, Morpheus claimed me as his own.

The next day, we were woken by another man bringing us some food. It was just some toast with butter and juice, but since none of us had eaten in a while, it tasted pretty good. As the man was leaving, I saw something sticking out from his back under the sweatshirt. It was a gun lodged in the belt of his pants. I smiled to myself, coming up with the first real plan to escape right then. But, it would have to wait until the next meal.

We ate our toast while I thought about it.

"You guys want outta here?" I asked when we were done. I was looking out into the corridor, making sure there were no listening ears as I talked.

"Sure."

"Of course."

"Good; I have an idea, but I need one person's help." I turned to Calvin.

"What do you need?"

The four of us got into a small huddle and I told him my plan. Michael was skeptical.

"It won't work," he said when I was done.

"Yes, it will," I answered back, "trust me."

The other two were slightly dubious as well, but we had to at least try. We got into position and waited. I didn't know how long we had to wait between meals, but we got ready for it in any case. We talked about nothing important to pass the time.

Finally, the time came. The outside door was opened and the man started down the hall again. When he got to our particular accommodations, I was ready. I was sitting against the wall to the right of the door. He handed me the toast and juice. When he turned to give Calvin his, I sprang into action.

My legs, which were folded up in front of me, shot out, hitting him in the butt. He lurched forward, hitting his head against the far wall. I knew he'd only be dazed, but that was all the time I needed. I jumped on his back and pulled out the pistol from his back. I pulled the slide back to chamber a bullet.

"Wait-," he said as I put the gun to the back of his head, but, ignoring him, I pulled the trigger.

I had to force myself to look away, making sure I didn't get blood in my eyes from the spray. I did get it all over my face, though.

The sound wasn't too loud, as it was muffled by the skin of his neck. But to make sure, I jumped into the hallway and looked around; no one was coming. I looked back into the cell, and the other three were stunned. Calvin was still looking at the dead man lying next to him. Trent and Michael were looking right at me.

"Let's go, guys," I said, motioning for them to move it. I went back inside and got the keys from the man's pockets. "If you want to stay, then stay. If not, then come on."

I headed down the hall and began opening the other rooms. Gary, Doug, JP, and another boy our age were in the room next to ours. Carrie was in a room by herself, trying to protect her modesty.

All of them exited the rooms and stood in the hallway, looking at me. I headed back to the side door leading out. When I looked through the bars, I saw no one. But as I turned back to my group, they seemed lost. I frowned.

Just fucking great; I'm Moses again…

"If you want to leave, get into a single file and follow me. If not; stay here."

They got into a single file line.

"Alright," I said, figuring that outcome, "stay with me and stay quiet. No talking, tickling or farting." The boys giggled, but Carrie was slightly miffed.

I looked outside the door, and the hall was still vacant. With the gun at the ready, I eased the door open; still empty. The nine of us eased down the hallway against the wall. As we walked, I looked around at it, trying to figure out what kind of place we were in. Finally, I got it; the place appeared to be an abandoned factory.

I heard a light noise around the corner of the hall we were in. I inched towards it, to look around; it was the tall, thin guy that had raped Trent. He was sitting in a chair, with his back to us, reading a paper. I motioned for them to wait where we were. Calvin nodded.

"Will you hurry your ass up?" the man yelled in Russian.

"He's going to be a little late, asshole," I answered back in the same language while having the gun at the back of his head. He moved, but I grabbed him by the hair to hold him in place. "Move, and you'll die painfully."

"Who are you?"

I smiled. I didn't answer, I just backed up a little and circled around to his side. His eyes lit up when he saw me. I smirked back.

"You'd better-," he started but I stopped him.

"-don't bother, fucker," I warned him, "I know how to use this thing."

"Now, how many people are here?"

"Too many for you to get past to leave. Give me the gun and get back in your cell and we will forget this whole thing."

Ooo, an option.

I didn't answer. I just pulled the trigger, scattering his brains all over the floor behind him. I heard a yipe come from the direction of the others. It sounded like Carrie, but I couldn't be sure. But I also heard something else; running footfalls. I ran back to where the others were hiding and waited.

Moments later, another man ran into the area.

"Martin?" he asked an empty room. I listened intently, for any sound that would give him away. "Where are you?! I know you are here!" The sound echoed off the wall, but it was the far wall.

He's facing away from us.

I quickly moved from around the corner and fired, nailing the man in the back of the shoulder blade. He hit the ground and his gun went flying away from him. I ran up beside him as he was turning over. As I couldn't hear anything else, I knew we were now alone with this one last Russian.

"When were you expecting visitors? Buyers?" He didn't say anything, so I shot his thigh, causing him to scream. "I got five more bullets in here. I can use all of them on you if I want." He got the idea.

"This evening," he gasped.

"Thank you," I said, and sent a bullet through his head as well. I then turned back to the hallway where the others were waiting. "Come on, guys; let's get out of here."

As they made their way over, I picked up the last Russian's AK-47 and slung it across my back. I stripped off the shirt from him and gave it to Carrie to cover herself. I was also able to find some rubles from the pockets of both men. From there, we ran the length of the factory to the door leading to the outside world. In the small parking area was the truck we were delivered in and a fairly large car.

"Can we take the truck?" Calvin asked.

"Can you drive, stupid?" Michael shot back with.

"Actually," I said, before the argument got out of control, "I can. At least I can drive the car. The truck's too big."

The keys to the car were in the visor over the steering wheel. I pulled them out as everyone climbed inside. I threw the rifle onto the floor, but kept the pistol. As to the car, believe it or not, but all nine of us fit. The four of us in that one cell were in front, while all the others were in the back.

"Where're we going?" Doug asked from the back seat.

"We need to find out where we are, first," I told him as I started the car.

I had to pull the seat all the way up, causing Trent to have to move to the back seat for lack of space. But, the car started, and I moved us away from the building. Once we were on our way, I saw something in the corner of my eye; Calvin and Michael were looking at me in a weird way. I took a deep breath before answering their unasked question.

"I work for the American government," I said, starting off. "I was trained to get myself out of places like that."

"And to kill?" Calvin asked.

"When I have to."

"And you've had to before now?" Michael asked.

"More than you can imagine," I said, looking out on the road ahead. No one else was on the road, but it was making me nervous that we were driving in the daylight. Anyone driving in the opposite direction could see us easily.

It was about a few minutes later that I found a turnoff to an abandoned road. I quickly made the turn and put the car far enough off the road to be hidden by traffic passing by.

"What're you doing, now?" Calvin asked.

"We're too exposed out there. We need to stay hidden until tonight."

I drove along the path, reasoning that it had to lead to somewhere. It dead-ended at a small house. I put the car in park and grabbed the pistol from between my legs.

"Stay here; lemme check it out first," I told them. They were in no hurry to disagree.

I got to the side of the door and looked inside. I didn't see anyone, but that didn't surprise me much as the house looked like it'd been vacant for quite a while. When I tried the door, it opened easily. Carefully looking around inside, I saw no one, so I waved them inside.

They got out and then joined me in the small living area of the house.

"There's nothing to eat, Adam," Calvin said, coming back to me once we were all inside.

"My name's Seth Addams, Calvin. I told you that because I didn't want that pilot to know my real name." He nodded. "Sorry about that; just being cautious."

"I understand," he said, nodding. JP walked up to us just then.

"He's right; nothing here," he confirmed.

"Who's the other kid?" I asked him.

"Kyle Peterson," JP answered. "He said that he was from Mississippi before he was brought here."

I told them to take care of everyone for a few minutes while I scrounged up some food for us. We were in a wooded area, with nothing resembling civilization anywhere around, so I figured some type of animal was in the area. I left them to themselves while I went hunting. An AK-47 may not be the best hunting rifle, but it was all I had.

Half an hour later, or so, I nabbed a deer and then made my way back to the house. Once inside, I found a knife, skinned it, and then cooked it over a small fire.

"What happens now?" Carrie asked as I was turning the meat.

"Not totally sure. My mission never had me rescuing you guys."

She and I talked a while about what I do. I didn't tell her anything she couldn't already guess, of course. Finally, the meat was ready and I gave some to all of them, smoking the rest of it. We settled in for a few hours, just allowing the time to pass until nightfall.

Carrie sat down next to me, laying her head in my lap. She looked up at me, curious.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you like girls?"

"Haven't been around them much," I said with a shrug, but then added, "but I don't hate them."

"That's not what I meant," she said, turning towards me a little.

"I'm used to being around other guys, Carrie, and doing things with them. Not to mention getting my own ass fucked on a regular basis."

"Gross," Doug commented from the side of the room.

"You really do?" she asked and I nodded. "What does that feel like?"

"It hurts!" Trent threw in. I had to chuckle at him.

"It only hurts the first hundred times or so," I told her. She looked at me, stunned. Calvin was sniggering to himself. "Actually, a lot of it depends on the size of things and how gentle the person is that's doing the fucking."

"How many times have you done it?" she asked.

"Well," I said, thinking for a moment, "you know the slogan of McDonald's; 'millions served daily'?" She nodded. "Let's just say that I'm competitive."

"That's not funny," she said while the others sort of giggled.

"Nature of my job, I'm afraid," I answered her, shrugging again. "Plus, I have someone special back home that likes fucking me."

"Do you like it?" Calvin asked.

"I like it when he does it; yes." All of them, including Trent, looked at me as if I were some sort of alien come down to Earth. I smiled warmly to them. "Tom and I have a special relationship; we care about each other. But, he knows what my job has me do sometimes. Any other time, I'm his to fuck however he wants."

"No way I would like that," Trent commented and turned away.

"Some do, some don't," I told him to his back. I understood his feelings, remembering my first time with Powers.

"Show me," JP said, coming into the conversation. I looked his direction with a raised eyebrow. "My brother tried showing me once, but he didn't know how. I've been wanting to try it ever since."

"It'll hurt the first time," I warned him.

"Like fucking hell," Trent added from the side, but turned over to watch anyways.

"Ignore the firehead," Calvin suggested, "I want to see this also."

I don't believe this, I thought as the others turned toward me as well.

"I still want to try, at least," he said, walking over to me and Carrie.

"Once we start, there's no stopping it," I informed him, kind of hoping he'd rethink his choice.

"Fair enough."

I had Carrie sit up and JP come to me.

"Lick it," I told him, pointing to my strengthening dick.

JP seemed apprehensive at first, but still got down to kneel between my opened legs. I had him lick me from tip down to the base until I was completely hard. He wasn't all that good at it, but it wasn't unpleasant, either. When I was ready to take him from behind, I grabbed a hold of his hair and then rolled around onto his back, lowering myself in the process until I was lying fully on his back.

"Last chance to back out," I warned him, lining my cock up to his backdoor. He shook his head, no. "Then open your legs."

As he did, my cock touched his barrier. I began feeding my boyhood to his receptacle, causing him to groan a little. He grunted in pain as soon as I broke through, beating the floor with his fist. Not wanting to have him buck me off, I shoved the rest of my cock into him, meeting his buttcheeks with my pelvis.

"Take it out, Seth," he groaned.

"No; I warned you that there would be no stopping it, once it started," I reminded him. "And I did give you a second chance. Too late, now."

"But it hurts," he complained.

"I'm aware of that, but you can handle it," I told him, making sure he didn't try to get me off him. "Just take a few deep breaths and relax your butt muscles. It'll be a little easier from there."

He did as I suggested and moments later, he seemed to relax a bit better. When I realized that, I began pulling out of him, in an effort to begin fucking him properly. As my cock sawed back into him, he groaned again, but didn't complain. With all the experience I'd had up to now, I began using it on JP. And, I'd have to say, he took it pretty well, too.

I arched my back, climaxing, several minutes later, and then collapsed onto his back; spent. He didn't move, either.

"You okay?" I asked, whispering in his ear.

"I think so," he answered. "Just feels like I gotta take a shit."

"That'll go away soon enough," I told him while the others chuckled.

I rolled off him, recovering, ending up on my back. JP seemed to be looking at me as if to ask; what's next? I smirked and pushed him over to lie on his back as well. From there, I moved down to the small digit between his legs. I vacuumed his little thing into my mouth and sucked him pretty hard and expertly until he groaned out in orgasmic pleasure.

"Feel better, now?" I asked.

"Boy, do I!" he exclaimed with a smile.

I turned to the others and they were still watching us.

"If you guys want to do it, it's kinda fun," I suggested.

"I ain't no queer," Doug protested.

"No one says you are," I answered back, "but there's no harm in having some fun amongst ourselves."

"What do we do?" Calvin asked.

"Lemme show you," I said, getting up.

I led him to Gary, who was already stroking his small cock absentmindedly. I guided him to lie down next to him and then showed them both how to suck a cock. They needed a little adjusting here and there, but they both soon got into it. With that going on, Michael and Kyle pealed off to do the same thing.

Trent wasn't willing to do anything, but when JP offered to suck him off, he accepted. It was kind of fun to watch the young boy enjoy getting sucked on. Doug absolutely refused to get involved and left the small area to be by himself. I went back over to where Carrie was sitting.

"Is there anything you don't know about?" she asked as I plopped down beside her.

"Not much," I said with a twinkle in my eye at her. "You up for a little fun, too?"

"You gonna do what you did to JP?" I shook my head. She cautiously nodded back to me.

I had her lie back down fully on her back. From there, I moved in between her legs. Her hairless twat was presented right in front of me, ready for some attention. I told her to relax and trust me.

Barely remembering my lesson with Dr. Wells, I started licking her bald pussy. Her juices weren't as tangy as what I remembered the good doctor's being, and as such, they tasted better. I worked her into a fit of passionate sensations, until she pushed me away from her.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Something strange was happening," she answered back.

"Let it happen."

I went back to my work as I heard one of the others moan out from his orgasm. I thought it was Gary, but I couldn't be sure. She began building back up to her level again and in a matter of minutes, her legs squeezed tight on my head and she squealed out in delight as the first orgasm of her life hit her.

But, I didn't stop. Remembering that the doctor liked to be kept cumming, I continued licking her slit until she'd cum three more times.

"Oh, God, Seth; stop," she complained. "Please, stop."

She pushed my head away and I looked up at her flushed face. I smiled and nodded that I would stop. At that time, the others had stopped their fun and were just lying around together. I wiped off my face and then got some of the deer meat for a quick snack.

"Too bad there aren't any clothes in this place," Calvin commented.

"Yeah," Kyle added, "getting tired of walking around, showing my dick to everyone."

"No one can see it, stubby," JP shot at him.

We chuckled at Kyle's expense for a few minutes while I made my way back to the front door. Looking outside, it was a nice day, moving into the evening. If we weren't in a communist country, I could actually enjoy this place. Especially the peace and quiet.

I decided to catch a nap, knowing I was going to be the one driving in a while. I woke up some time later to Doug shaking me awake. I looked over to see Calvin and Gary going at each other again. Carrie had moved to snuggle up next to me as she was getting some sleep as well.

"It's night, Seth," he said quietly.

I nodded back to him and got the others up and moving. I allowed Calvin and Gary to finish having their fun while the rest of us loaded the meat into the car. Finally, when they were done, we got back on the road. I felt better, knowing that no one would be able to see us in the car.

We drove on for a few hours, until I finally saw a sign designating the next town ahead.

"Oh, fuck," I cursed, accidentally waking up Carrie and Doug in the front seat.

"What is it?" he asked.

"We're headed into Yakutsk," I told him.

"So?" she asked.

"Yakutsk is over five thousand miles away from where I need to be. We might as well be on the fucking moon; it would be closer."

I was pissed. It would take four days at a maintained speed of fifty to get there. Still, I needed to get there, no matter how far it was.

Excuse me while I sprout some wings.

We completed our short trip into Yakutsk. Now the hard part; into Moscow, some 5300 miles [8,500 km] away. I growled heavily every time I thought about it.

I hid the car behind what appeared to be an abandoned building and we polished off the last of the deer meat just as the sun was coming up. I was liking our situation less and less. I had hoped we would have gotten into a town with some time before light began making it more difficult to move around. I was forced to remember my urban training when Toby and I met.

Using the butt of the pistol, I knocked out a window from the building and we slipped inside it. It was a store that had folded up years before.

"Still no clothes," Calvin noted.

"Give me the shirt, Carrie," I told her and she began taking it off. I turned to the others as she did. "Stay here while I scout around a little bit."

I left the two guns with them as I headed out the backdoor of the place. I wasn't worried about anyone finding them, as the car was well hidden and they were too scared to leave the place. All I had to do was appear to be a street rat and most everyone would just probably leave me be.

I rubbed some dirt into my blond hair, to make it a little less noticeable, before I began to start looking around. Within an hour's time, I was able to locate a clothes shop, a small grocery store, and a hunting goods store. When I was returning to the abandoned area, I heard a whistle; a train whistle.

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

I turned around and went in the direction of the whistle. The sound was coming from a depot on the outskirts of the city. And it was pointed in the right direction; east/west, with a few trains going Moscow-way. I took the opportunity to read a few of the symbols on the sides, but wasn't able to tell if any were going out soon. I was going to have to find out a different way.

"Okay," I said, upon getting back with the others, "I've got a way out of here, but it might take a day or two before it happens. In the meantime, I have also found the things we need; clothes and food.

"We'll wait till tonight to get them."

They nodded that they understood.

"And, no fun-play today; it'll make too much noise. Save it till later."

They were disappointed, but followed my instructions. I also told them to try and get some sleep, as that night was going to be a long one. That suggestion was difficult for even me to follow.

When night finally fell, we eased our way out of the small store. From there, it was straight to the clothing store first. I disconnected the alarm system and we made our way inside. I told them to get one pair of pants, two shirts, six pairs of socks, and a pair of shoes and nothing flashy. For the first time in days, we had something to wear. I was able to locate the cashbox and emptied it.

After we hit there, it was on to the hunting store.

"Not the grocery store?" Calvin complained.

"I know you're hungry; so am I, but we need some things from there first," I sympathized. "Besides, we need a little more time to pass before getting into the grocery store."

In the hunting gear store, I had each of them get smaller backpacks and two two-quart canteens. I picked up a knife and some bullets for the AK and pistol.

"Why don't we get a gun, too," Michael suggested.

"Because you don't know what it's like to pull the trigger on someone," I told him flat-out.

"I can do it," Trent offered.

Immediately, I pulled the gun out and handed it to him. Apprehensively, he took it. I had him point it at Calvin. Everyone froze solid, then.

"Then do it," I told him. He wouldn't. I pulled the knife out and getting behind him, I put it to his throat. "Do it, or I cut your throat." He struggled with the gun, not wanting to do it and not wanting to die at the same time. Finally, I pulled the knife away from his neck and took the gun from him. I circled around to stand in front of him as he began crying.

"You know," I said, gently putting my hand on his shoulder, "I envy you." I reached up and with my thumbs, I dried his eyes. "It's a lot harder than you think to kill someone, until you're faced with that situation. Even then it's never easy.

"Don't cry over not being able to do it, Scrapper."

"But, you do it so easily," Calvin said, walking up to us.

"Don't mistake poise for ease; I do it because I have to," I told him.

Trent settled down enough for us to finish getting the things we needed and then we hightailed it out of there, too. Making sure the building was empty, we got into the grocery store next.

"Okay," I said upon entry, "Michael, Gary, Doug and JP take all the packs and get food in them; only things that won't spoil." They nodded, took the packs from the rest of us, and headed off. "The rest of you get the canteens filled up. I'm going to go looking to see if I can find the money." They also nodded and left.

We got the things we needed, with a good amount of money, and reassembled. After getting our packs back on, we left the place for the train yard. A train was pulling into the station as we got there, and it was pointed the right direction. It seemed to be picking up some cars.

"What do we do?" Doug asked.

"We wait till it is about to leave, and then we sneak onto it."

The nine of us moved as close as we dared to the train. Just as it connected with the five new train cars, I told them to get going into the boxcar we were next to. Calvin went first. He made it on without a problem. Gary, Doug, JP, and then Kyle got into the car. Just then, the train began moving towards Moscow.

"Get moving," I hissed to Carrie.

She nodded and ran to the car. Gary and Doug helped her into it. Michael was next. I grabbed Trent's pack and as we ran to the train, I threw it to Michael. Both Trent and I jumped onto it as it was really beginning to pick up speed.

"Well," I said, collapsing in the car, "that was fun."

"I agree, comrade," an adult male's voice said.

I turned to see two men. One was holding Carrie, and not displeasurably, either, and the other had Kyle. The rest of my group were standing away from them. Trent was right next to me.

"Let them go!" he screamed at them. I grabbed on to him with one hand, holding him back. When he had settled down, I looked at the two men.

"Either let them go, or die," I challenged. The man holding Kyle smiled. I wasn't in the mood for this shit. With a quick move, I pulled the gun from its holster and shot him, nailing him in the head.

The other one was shocked, but recovered quicker than I thought. As I moved the gun towards him, he threw Carrie out of the boxcar. Not even thinking, I pulled the trigger again, getting him in the chest. He fell to the floor of the car. I dropped the gun and jumped from the train.

"CARRIE!" I screamed.

"I'm here," she called back.

I looked to see her running towards me.

"Come on," I called back and we made a beeline for the speed-gathering train. I managed to get on, with the last car and I held my hand out to her. Running as fast as she could, she was able to grab onto my wrist and I yanked her to me. Shaking, she grabbed me in a fierce hug.

"Thank you," she said, breathing heavy.

"No… problem…," I breathed, "but next time… you're on your own."

She giggled and we made our way back to the car with the others on top of the other cars. The others were grateful to see us, but I noticed that the dead man was still where he'd fallen.

"The least you could have done was get rid of him," I chided. Trent and Calvin helped me push the body off the train.

I sat down at the end of the car. Carrie came over and sat down next to me. Calvin and Gary sat down together on the other side of the car. JP walked over to sit on my other side a few minutes later. When I looked at him, he smiled.

"You're wanting to play, aren't you?" I asked and he sheepishly nodded.

"What about me?" Carrie asked.

"Lemme show you," I suggested.

We stripped off our clothes, piling them up to the side. I laid down on my back and had JP straddle my pelvis, facing away from me. After stroking my dick to its full length, I aimed it to his boyhole and pushed it inside. He hissed at the initial intrusion, but then calmed down to accept me fully. I pulled my knees up, for him to rest his chest on.

"You can use my knees to hold on to, if you want," I told him and he nodded. "Now, all you have to do is use your legs to ride my dick."

"Got it," he answered and began doing just that. He started off slow, but built into a steady rhythm after a few minutes.

When JP was set off on his pace, I had Carrie bestride my face, putting her pussy right at my mouth. I held on to her legs, keeping her right there as I began to lick her again. She was moaning inside of a few minutes.

I heard a groan to my side and saw that Kyle was sucking Trent's cock profusely. I figured that Calvin and Gary were probably going at it at the far end of the car as well. Doug was off to himself. Michael came over and sat down next to me.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked.

"I'm kinda busy, Michael."

"Yeah, I can see that, but I need to know something."

"What is it?" I asked, getting a little irritated.

"How do I, you know… like fuck someone?"

"If you ask nicely, I'm sure Kyle might let you," I suggested.

"No way," I heard from the side.

"It won't hurt, Kyle," I told him. "The only reason it hurt JP the other day was because I'm larger than the rest of you are. Michael's dick won't hurt. It'll just feel a little weird."

He was a little reluctant, still, but finally gave in and allowed Michael to try. Just as Michael began pressing himself into Kyle's backside, Carrie groaned out in pleasure. She rested while JP continued fucking himself on my cock.

"JP seems to be enjoying himself," she whispered to me.

"I am too," I answered back with a smile.

"Do you want me?" she asked, getting serious.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "It's gonna hurt." She nodded and I answered with the same.

I felt JP shudder a few minutes later, but I wasn't done, yet. I had him move off me and Carrie ease down my body to straddle my waist. I pulled my dick up to aim at her hairless slit. As she moved downward again, I began penetrating her. A minute later, I felt my cock hit her maidenhead. She winced in pain and stopped.

"It's your virginity," I told her.

"I can't do it; it hurts," she complained. "You do it."

I reached up and grabbed hold of her middle. With a turn of my hips, we rolled to have her on her back. Still holding on to her as tightly as I could, I shoved upward with my hips, shredding her hymen to pieces. She screamed in pain while digging her fingers into my back. Not stopping, I pushed the rest of the way into her young sex, mating our two pelvic regions together.

When I was there, I waited for her to ease up and relax. As I felt her arms release their death grip on me, I pulled away a little to look her in the eyes.

"God, that hurt," she said, wiping her tears away.

"I know," I said with a great deal of compassion. "You okay, now?" She nodded.

From there, though, I began pulling out to fuck her properly. She held on to me again as I pumped her preteen sex for all I was worth. With seven pairs of eyes watching, Carrie and I didn't stop until both of us came. I groaned, being as sore as I was, through the workout of our lovemaking.

"Bet you didn't think you'd lose your virginity in a Russian boxcar," I suggested and got a choked up giggle for an answer.

"Especially not with seven little perverts watching," she threw in.

Carrie and I rested for a while. Calvin and Gary returned to their mutual fun. As I got up from my spot, I looked to see Kyle and Trent going at it again, mutually as well. Doug was sitting off to the side of the boxcar, with the door opened, and his legs dangling off the edge.

"You okay?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah," he said, looking off into the distance. I didn't mind him sitting like he was, as the side he was on faced the woods. The other side was the one that faced the highway.

"You just seemed deep in thought," I urged.

"Just wondering if we're gonna make it," he said, seemingly sincerely.

"Look," I started, "I've made it through South America, Africa, the Middle East, Southeast Asia, and a week of getting gang raped and beaten by the men that trained me. I think I can get us out of this little situation."

"If you do get us out of this, I'll owe you a blowjob," he said smiling.

"And I'll hold you to that," I promised.

Doug went back to looking out towards the Russian landscape.

"It really is beautiful here," he said after some time.

"Just be thankful we're here in the summertime. If it were six months from now, we'd be freezing our dicks off."

"Not with the way things are going now," Carrie offered as she sat down next to me.

She put her arm behind me and I did the same behind her. When we turned from the outside world, Calvin and Gary were wrapped up together at one end. Trent and Kyle were snuggled up, sleeping at the other end. JP was off to himself, as was Michael, although he was close to Trent and Kyle. Carrie and I settled in together with JP while Doug headed off to himself.

I woke up to two things; a warmth engulfing my cock, and a peal of thunder. I looked down to see JP doing his best to swallow my dick.

"Relax your throat muscles; it'll help," I suggested. He nodded and was able to handle it a little better. With some more work, I coaxed my stiffy fully into his gullet.

Carrie had woken up by this time and was smiling at me. I smirked back and had her straddle my face again. Just as I made her climax, JP pulled off my cock with his mouth and then mounted it with his backside's door. I held on to Carrie and continued pleasuring her until she'd cum four times. By that time, JP had managed to cum as well. I was still left without.

"You can have me again," she offered, but I knew she was worn out from my tongue-lashing.

"If you go slow," Trent said shyly, "I'll try."

"Or me," Kyle offered.

"Me, too," Calvin submitted.

"We just wanna say, 'thank you' for getting us all out of there," Gary said as I looked at all of them. "And you can do it to me, if you want."

To say that I was touched, would have been an understatement. I had Calvin come to me, first. I looked in his eyes and made sure he was positive about this. He nodded. I pulled him into a hug and he hugged me back.

"Thank you," he whispered. I nodded back.

After watching how things went with me and JP, he eased himself down my body to begin piercing his own backdoor with my boyhood. Holding on to him as hard as I could, I shoved upward with my hips, impaling him fully with my pole.

"UHH!" he cried into my ear.

"Easy," I told him soothingly.

I continued to hold on to him as I kept feeding more of me into him. When I was all the way inside, I gave him a chance to catch his breath. He definitely needed it.

"Does it always hurt like this?" he asked as he calmed down.

"My first time was with a cock that was ten inches [25 cm] long," I informed him. "And as round as my wrist."

"Never mind," he said, still trying to adjust to my cock filling his rectum.

I gently began moving in and out of him soon enough. With the ride JP had given me earlier and how tight Calvin was at that time, it wasn't long before I climaxed. The thunder boomed again, scaring all of us as I was pulling my dick out of him.

Once he was off me, I stood up and made my way to the door. The wind and rain was howling once it was opened.

"Get some water in you, guys, and we'll refill the canteens from the rain," I told them.

We all drank some, to get a bit more hydrated, and then refilled the bottles. After that, we sat down for some breakfast. Calvin seemed like he was okay after the shagging I gave him; a little quieter than usual, but he got over it after a few hours.

"Was it really that bad for you?" JP asked me as we ate the last bites of our meal.

"Yeah," I said, nodding, "his name was Hank Powers."

"Is he the guy you were talking about; the one that fucks you?"

"No, that's Tom. His cock's shorter, but just as thick."

"That all you care about? His cock size?" Doug asked.

"Nope. If that was true, then I would have stayed with Powers. But, Tom makes me feel special; wanted, even."

For the rest of the day, I spent the time telling them about some of my missions. It wasn't anything classified, but, then, if they told anyone; who'd believe them? We had another round of fun after our evening meal and then we called it a night. Carrie and Doug slept together that night while JP slept next to me. Trent and Kyle slept in a 69, with Michael behind Kyle. Of course, Calvin and Gary were together again.

The train made a stop the following morning. We had to hide ourselves and the gear, but we weren't discovered. I had my gun out just in case, however, they passed us on by. The train started going again towards Moscow within an hour's time.

I made sure I kept in shape as best as I could; pull-ups, running in place, etc. Of course the sex helped as well.

I woke the next day first. I'd just spent the night cornholing JP twice before I fell asleep, so he was a bit sore. I went to the side door and opened it to a beautiful day. No one else woke, so I sat down just to watch the train continue on its way.

"You mad at me?" Carrie asked as she approached an hour later.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Well," she started, shrugging her shoulders, "with Doug and me…"

I smiled at that.

"My life's too complicated for relationships, Carrie. With me going out on missions every so often, there'd be no way we could have what you and Doug are enjoying."

"And there's Tom," she offered.

"And there's Tom," I agreed.

Nothing else needed to be said.

As we continued onward that day, I saw that things were beginning to become more and more urban. I got them to eat something and then get dressed. It was kind of funny as they didn't really want to get dressed again.

"Okay," I told them as the train was getting close, "when the train gets slow enough, we're gonna have to jump for it. Just throw your packs off and then jump right afterward."

I showed them how to jump and land so they wouldn't hurt themselves. When it had gotten back down to a feasible amount of speed, we took turns jumping from the train. We grabbed our packs quickly, but as I was about to lead them away, Carrie was looking back at it.

"You okay?" I asked her.

She nodded, but wouldn't turn away. I saw that the others weren't all that much in a hurry either. So, against my better judgment, we stayed there, watching, until the train was out of sight.

"Come on, guys, we gotta get moving," I told them.

And we did.

It took two days of careful searching before I found what it was that I was looking for. It was a mansion in the very nice area of the city.

The first day we were looking, I split us up. Doug, Carrie and Michael walked around, looking for an abandoned place for us to stay. The rest of us searched for the house I needed as if we were ordinary Russian kids walking the streets. We found nothing, but the others found the place for us to stay. On the second day, though, when the other three were buying groceries with the money I'd stolen, the six of us others located the mansion.

It had two guards roaming the grounds at all times; that much was in my brief. Now, to make my way inside quietly. I got an idea as we finished up the dinner. I asked JP to walk with me outside.

"I'm going to ask you to do something very dangerous, but it would help me do my job," I said as we walked.

"Anything, Seth," he answered.

"I'm gonna need you to distract the guards for a few minutes to let me get into the house."

"How?"

"Let them fuck you," I said flatly. He was shocked, understandably. "Actually, it'll probably be more like a rape."

"It's going to hurt, isn't it?" he asked. I nodded.

"It'll be the hardest thing you've ever done, but it'll make getting into the house infinitely easier."

He was still a little apprehensive, but nodded all the same. I showed him some things that might help him and told him about letting his mind go blank during the assault.

"Should I keep quiet?" he asked, getting a little scared.

"I'm sure you'll have a hard time doing that, but they'll probably put a hand over your mouth to stop you from yelling." He was getting a bit more uneasy the more I talked. "There's only two of them; I had seven men on me at once when I was in South America. You can do it."

"Seven?" he asked, getting wide-eyed. I nodded. "Well, I guess if you can do it with that, I can do this."

"Thanks," I told him with a hug. When we separated, I told him that we needed to get going.

We told the others that we were heading to the mansion and would be back in a few hours. I had JP leave all of his clothes, except his pants, there at our place. After he was ready, we got going. The short jaunt to the mansion got us there as one of the guards was walking past our spot.

"Okay," I said, as he stripped off his pants, "good luck." He nodded. "Remember everything I told you." He nodded again, and then walked away.

As JP began walking by the estate on the sidewalk, the guard saw him and then called to him. JP turned and saw that the guard was beckoning to him, so he walked over. The dog the man had with him growled, but was silenced. The man looked JP up and down, judging his body. I could tell JP was getting nervous, as any boy would in that situation, but I guessed the guard figured that it was natural anxiety and dismissed it.

Finally, the man put his arm around JP's shoulder and led him back the way he'd come. It was then that I decided to make a break for the house. When I got to the side door to the place, I heard the guard talking to the other one.

"What do you think?" one was saying to the other in Russian.

"Why not?"

Right then, I heard a scuffle. I peeked around the corner to see the two men force JP down to the ground. One of them was already opening the fly to his pants. I went back to the door, and just as I slipped inside, I heard a muffled scream. He was being raped, now. But, I couldn't let that distract me; I had a mission to accomplish.

I chose this entry point, because the kitchen was right where the slaves of the house came up from the basement. The door leading downward was locked, but easily picked and opened. When I got down the steps, it opened up into a small room with four sets of bunk beds in it. Six beds were filled. I looked through them, but Remmie was nowhere to be found.

Frowning, I decided to take a risk. I grabbed one of the slaves that was at the end of the right-hand row by the mouth, instantly waking him up.

"Raise your voice above a whisper," I told him, holding the tip of my knife to his throat, "and it'll be the last thing you ever say." I spoke in Russian, so he knew what I was saying. The nod confirmed it. "There are supposed to be eight boys in here. Where are the other two?"

"One is with our master," he whispered, "and the other is being punished."

"Who is being punished?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"He is called, Edik," the boy said.

Remmie.

I turned him over and gagged him so tightly with his bed sheet, there was no way he would be able to raise his voice above a peep. I also used some rope I'd brought to tie him up to the bed. I only needed a short time to get to Remmie and get us out of there. I hoped it would be enough to keep him from alerting anyone in that time.

When he was secure, I headed back up the stairs and into the kitchen. My briefing had told me where things were in this house, so I knew where the slaves were tortured if their master had deemed it. From the kitchen, I eased through the dining room, and then into a small sitting room. I had to cross through two more rooms before getting to the other set of stairs, leading downward.

The steps bottomed out and led to a steel door with a barred window. As short as I was at the time, I wasn't able to see much into the room, so I didn't bother trying. I opened the door to a dark cell, but from the looks of it, someone was hanging from the ceiling. I flipped on the switch to reveal Remmie. The sight almost made me throw up, even with my strong constitution.

He was hanging by his wrists in shackles. Another set of manacles were on his ankles and stretching him out as tightly as possible towards the ground. Whip marks lined his body so much that it was almost impossible to see any real good skin. His face was bludgeoned as well.

But the sickest thing was that his nuts were missing. His dick was still there, but it was orphaned. Just as I took in the sight, he jolted. I looked around him to see a huge metal rod shoved inside his butt, attached to two wires. It took a second for me to get over my own shock, but once I did, I began letting him down. He collapsed the moment he was released. Pulling the rod out of him was just as sickening to me. I was infuriated, but I had to control it for the sake of Remmie, the mission, and the others in my care.

Gently, I slung him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry. He groaned slightly. As quietly as possible, I began retracing my steps out of there. Getting through the rooms wasn't difficult, as they were pretty much open without doors. It was the door to the kitchen that I had to be more careful with.

When I got into the kitchen, the outlines of six boys startled me so much that I almost dropped Remmie. I raised my gun to them in my left hand as Remmie made it impossible to use my right.

"Wait!" one whispered urgently. I stopped and one of them stepped forward.

"Please take us with you," he pleaded in Russian. I groaned in disbelief.

I might as well change my name to Moses.

"I was sent here for Edik; that's all. I am sorry."

Another boy stepped forward, a little older than me.

"Please…?" he begged. "I am getting close to when our master will get rid of me. And I have heard stories…"

I'm sure.

"What about the one upstairs?" I asked, conceding. Even in the dark, I could see a few warm smiles from a few of them.

"That is Yuri," the older boy answered. "He would not leave here for all the rubles in Russia. He loves the master."

"Alright," I told them outright, "but keep quiet. Not one sound."

They nodded that they would and I took the lead. I asked the older boy if he could carry Remmie and he nodded. I needed my hands free if we had a chance in hell of us getting out of there. I looked out the window from the side door to see JP lying across the road, looking like he was dead. For a moment, I thought he was, until I saw a hand move slightly. I hoped I hadn't put him through something he wasn't going to recover from.

"Okay," I whispered, "when I knock on the door, go out, one at a time, and cross the street to where that boy is lying; he is with me.

"Understand?"

They nodded. I exited the door, knowing that the guard was probably paying more attention on someone breaking in than breaking out. The one thing I was worried about was the fucking dog. One thing at a time, though. As the man cleared the corner of the house, I grabbed him and savagely pulled him back with my gun to his neck.

"Quiet the dog, or die," I told him as the dog had turned and began growling.

"If you shoot me, the whole house will wake up," he answered.

"I am willing to take that chance. Are you?"

I wasn't so lucky; the fucking mutt barked. Reflexively, I put a bullet in him. That was going to draw a small crowd. Just as quickly, I shot the guard in the back of the head. Not waiting around, I opened the door and had them run with me.

All seven of us, with Remmie being carried, ran towards JP. He was standing by the time we'd gotten to the sidewalk. I heard the other guard and his dog coming from the opposite side of the house. I told the others to run; I would handle him. As the man got around the side, I put a bullet in his head and another in his dog's side.

"Get them back to the house," I told JP and he nodded. I could tell he was hurting, but we were in a jam, now. He needed to rise above the trauma he'd experienced.

I took up the rear of the posse, making sure we weren't followed. A few lights turned on in the houses adjacent to the one we were just in, but no one came after us. But, it was only a matter of time before someone did.

"What's going on?" Carrie asked as soon as we got to the house.

"It doesn't matter; we need to get the fuck out of Dodge. NOW!" I told her. "Grab your things and get moving." I turned to the boy carrying Remmie and asked if he could handle him a little longer.

"It would be an honor," he said with a look of pride. I looked at him curiously, but figured that my questions would have to wait till later.

It took us no longer than five minutes before all sixteen of us were out the door. For the next several hours, I led them through the streets of Moscow, making our trail as difficult as possible to track. We stopped a few times, once for the six former slaves to get dressed in some of our extra clothes, another to eat something quickly, and a third time because of a barrier we had to climb.

"Where're we going?" Carrie asked when we stopped under a bridge. The sun was coming up and I had no idea where we were to spend the day. The bridge would have been okay, but it was still a little too exposed for my tastes.

"I'm working on it, Carrie," I told her. "I hadn't planned on taking six more people with me. We can probably form our own country with what we've got here."

"Good idea," Doug threw in for a small laugh.

I pulled Michael and Doug over to me as I went to Remmie to check him over. He was looking pretty bad, actually. I was afraid I was going to lose him before we made it out of the country. Dominick was the older boy's name that had been taking care of him while we'd been traveling.

"The three of us are going to get a few things in a minute, so drop your packs and get ready," I told them and they nodded in return. I turned to Dominick, next. "Can you take care of him while we're gone?" I asked in Russian.

"I will do all I can for him," he answered.

I went to Calvin and gave him my pistol with the explicit instructions to use it only if he had to. He nodded that he would. After that, I checked on JP.

"How're you holding up?" I asked.

"Better," he said with a sigh. "I never knew people could be so fucking cruel."

"I'm sorry; I should never have put you in that situation," I told him with a hug around his neck. He nodded and cried a little bit on my shoulder. When I felt that he was done, I released him and walked back over to Doug and Michael.

Checking the area, I led the two of them out from under the bridge. We went to a store for some bandages, aspirin, a little food, and a map. A few people looked at us, but for the most part, we were ignored. When we got back, Remmie was in worse condition. I cleaned his wounds and gave him a little aspirin for the fever and the pain.

For the remainder of the day, we hid from the patrols. Every time we heard a siren, we all became anxious. All of us knew the price for being caught. It was definitely something we all wanted to avoid. I mapped out a route to the US consulate from where we were; it was about ten miles [15 km] away.

"Might as well be a hundred," JP stated, looking over my shoulder.

"We'll go by night; that's the only way we're going to make it."

"If we even make it at all," he suggested.

"Get out of my head, man," I playfully chided.

When night finally fell, I had them all eat something and drink the last of the water. I also told my original eight to leave the packs; they weren't needed any longer. So, we stuffed them in the rafters under the bridge. I decided to leave the AK as well. It had been in my pack, broken down, and I didn't see any real need for it.

"Okay," I told them when the time was right, in both English and Russian, "we do two miles an hour [3 km/h], no less. With any luck, we should get there with an hour or so to spare."

"What if we're not lucky?" Trent asked.

"Then I'll see you in hell, Scrapper," I answered back.

When the coast was totally clear, I climbed out and zipped to the closest building. The others followed one at a time, with Dominick still carrying Remmie. I was not liking the rasping sound coming from his chest; he was getting worse by the hour.

We took the journey building by building, keeping to the shadows and alleys. Before making any big moves or ones in the light, everyone checked before moving. It was slow; slower than I would have liked, but ever so carefully, we worked our way through the streets of Moscow. At one point, we had to take refuge in an alley next to a church as a stream of cops flew by. One of the Russian boys wanted to stop there.

"If you want to stay here, I am not going to stop you," I told him, "but they may just send you right back to the place you ran away from."

"So might your government," Dominick implied.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," I told them. "I have some pull with some powerful people."

"I hope so," he said.

So do I.

There was a big six-lane road we had to cross at one point. I told them to cross as if they were normal street rats, but one or two at a time. Dominick and I crossed together, as he held Remmie like a sleeping child. When we got across the street, I checked on him again while we were waiting for the others; he was extremely pale in the light I had.

"How much farther?" Dominick asked.

"Another two miles [3 km] or so," I answered. Both of us were worried about Remmie.

Those two miles [3 km] seemed like they would never end. An eternity later, as the sky was beginning to lighten, we slid up to a building across a road from the American consulate. Looking up and down the road, I saw nothing there. There was a Marine standing at the door, standing guard. I told the others to wait where we were as I headed to the door.

I put my pistol in the waistband of my pants behind my back, and walked across the street. He saw me coming almost immediately, but as I was a kid, he thought nothing of it. When I got to the door, he took real notice of me.

"Go away, boy," he growled in Russian. He still had his rifle slung across his shoulder; his mistake. In one swift move, I pulled my gun out and pointed it at his face. Without a moment's hesitation, I shot a spot on the wall right behind his head.

"I think we both know if I wanted to kill you, I would have," I said, making him aware of the obvious, in English. He nodded. "But, I'm an American also and I don't kill my own kind."

"Then-?"

"-I need in there in a hurry, and I don't have time for twenty questions. My name is Seth Addams, and if you'll trust me and let me in, I can validate everything. But I got an emergency to take care of first."

In a huge gesture of trust, I handed him my pistol. He took it from me and looked hard at me.

"Come on," he said, waving me inside.

I turned to the street and signaled for the others to come across. The Marine was certainly surprised at the flood of kids coming at him. I turned to him and told him to get some kind of medical person awake; fast.

All of us piled into the consulate building. Dominick laid Remmie out on a bed as we waited for the doctor to show up. A few adults managed to show and helped the others out while we took care of my friend. The doctor showed up about fifteen minutes later and began helping him. One of the adults tried to pry me away, but I wouldn't go.

"You need your rest, Seth," she said, grabbing my arm.

"No!" I said, pulling my knife out and putting it in her side. "I'm staying." She left. When she was gone, I turned to Dominick. "I'm not complaining, but I want to know why you were so willing to help Edik."

"I admire him," he said.

"Try again," I growled. He took me seriously this time.

"Yuri accused him of destroying something in the house."

"That was all?"

"It happened three times; the first time Edik received a lashing, the second, a weekend without food, and the third was in that room we all hated. And that last thing that was broken was something our master prized very much."

"Did he do it?"

"I do not think so; Edik is not that clumsy."

"I agree. So, Yuri set him up?"

"It is possible; Yuri did not like him, I know that. He does not like anyone from your country."

"Thank you, Dominick," I said and got a nod in return.

The two of us waited for another hour, and finally the doctor came out. He had a grim look on his face and I thought the worse had happened.

"He is very lucky; if he'd gone without treatment much longer, I don't think he'd have a chance."

"But…?"

"But, I think he's got a good one. I've given him some IV's, tended his wounds and put him to bed. The best thing for him now, is rest."

We thanked him and he left. Right then, I was told I had a phone call. It was Parker. We made sure we were on a secure channel before we really said anything.

"Good work," he said, "but you still have a job to do."

"I can't do it until I know what Remmie knows," I reminded him. "Until then, I'm just going to have to sit here and wait."

"Understood."

"Can you send me a care package? I'm kinda tired of the food here." He chuckled and promised he would. He knew what I wanted.

"How is he?" Carrie asked as I joined the others downstairs. She and Doug had been sitting together in the room when I entered.

"The good doctor thinks he has a good chance of making it," I answered. "How's everyone else holding up?"

"We're good; thanks to you," Doug said.

"They're gonna give us rooms for the night and we've been allowed to call home to our families. Kyle and Trent are talking to their folks right now."

We found out that out of the six that were slaves at the house, three of them were Americans. They would be united with their families as well. Dominick was Russian, but from an eastern area. The other two were French and German. Our government was already in the process of working on getting them home also.

I smiled to Carrie and Doug and left them to their phone calls. I walked the halls for a while, but found the room they'd reserved for me after a while. I went in and took an extremely long, hot shower; I desperately needed it. When I finally got out of the shower, Doug was sitting on my bed; naked.

"Hello…?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just coming through on my promise as you did," he said with a nervous smile. I looked at him in question for a moment until I remembered what he'd said. I smiled at him as I sat down next to him on the bed.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I told him.

"I want to," he said, fairly certainly, "but just this once."

"The whole thing is up to you," I reminded him. He nodded.

I moved around him to lie back on the bed properly. From there, I guided him to lower his head to my dick. He'd learned some lessons on the train ride from watching the rest of us, because he began with a swipe of his tongue. As I lay back, enjoying the attention, his tongue continued licking my dick from base to tip and back down again.

Soon, I felt his warm mouth engulf my tool. He was able to swallow about half of it before gagging. I didn't figure he'd get it all in there. Even at ten and a half years old, I had a cock that was almost adult-size. Doug tried like hell to make me cum for the next fifteen minutes or so, with no luck.

"How long does it take?" he asked, exasperated.

"It can take up to an hour sometimes," I told him.

"Anything to make it go faster?" he asked. I gave him a raised-eyebrow look. His eyes widened. "You gotta be kidding."

"You asked; I'm just saying," I told him back with a smirk.

Sighing, he moved up to lie next to me.

"Can you make it quick, though?" he said, looking away from me.

"I should be pissed off at that question," I told him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, turning his head to look at me.

"It sounds to me like you're not all that grateful to be out of Siberia. I could have left you guys there, you know."

"I am grateful, Seth," he said making me get the point, "it's just that I don't like all this gay stuff."

"I understand, Doug, but if you'd just get over it and past it, you'd have a lot of fun."

"Just do it; alright?"

I frowned at his attitude, even though I still understood it. With one hand, I pushed him over to lie on his stomach. The other one lined my hardened cock up to his virgin hole. I moved my body up to be on top of him. When I gently began pushing into him, he hissed at it.

"Come on, Seth," he complained.

"I'm going in as gently as I can," I told him.

"I don't want 'gentle'; I want it over," he answered back.

"Fine."

With that, I shoved forward, as hard as I could, getting all five-plus inches [13 cm] of me into him. He cried out in pain into the pillow. Holding on to him by his shoulders with one hand and his waist with the other, I pulled out and rammed it back home just as callously as the first time. Doug let out another loud squeal as well.

Continuing to ignore his cries of pain, I kept pumping him as hard as I could with each and every thrust. I figured that if he didn't care about being gentle, neither should I, but I also wanted to take as long as I possibly could before cumming. I raped his little ass for all I was worth for over half an hour before actually finishing. He was crying for it to be over with long before it was.

"Are… are you done…, now?" he asked, hesitantly.

"I could have been done long time ago," I whispered into his ear, "but you pissed me off, Doug.

"And while you're thinking about this, consider this little tidbit of information; no matter what your feelings are of this 'gay stuff', I'd kept you from having to take it daily for God knows how long." I took a deep breath as I let him contemplate what I'd said.

"Now, get dressed and get the fuck out."

I slept that afternoon all the way through to the following morning. I woke to the sound of someone knocking on the door. A very irritating knock, too.

"What!?" I pretty much yelled.

The door creaked open and Carrie stuck her head inside. I sat up on my side to look at her.

"Good morning to you, too," she said with a little sarcasm as she walked inside.

"Is it morning already?"

"You've been asleep for almost eighteen hours, Seth," she told me, delivering a mild shock. And I reacted to it, too. "Yeah; eighteen."

Groaning, I sat up fully, and swung my legs off the bed. Just as achingly, I slipped off the bed and made my way to the bathroom for my morning piss.

"Is there a reason you're here, or are you just here to be annoying?"

"Well, aren't you in a mood."

"I'm not a morning person."

"Obviously, but to answer your question; Doug wants to see you," she said, standing in full view of me taking a piss.

"He saw me yesterday," I said, dipping my own comment in a little sarcasm as well.

"That's what he wants to talk about."

Wonderful.

"Fine," I said, exasperatedly, "I'll be out there in a few minutes."

She left and I finished my pee. I got a quick shower and then headed to breakfast. Doug walked to me while I was finishing my meal in the cafeteria. Without me inviting him, he sat down at the table across from me. He still seemed a little belligerent or at least antagonistic.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked him.

"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he answered back.

"You don't seem like it."

"Damn it, Seth," he exclaimed, "I'm trying."

Well, I'll agree with that.

"Doug," I said, ignoring my inner sarcasm, "What does it matter? You guys will be leaving in a few days, and we'll probably never see each other again."

"It matters to me because of what you've done to help us; all of us."

I got up and grabbed my trash.

"You're welcome," I said back and walked off.

I checked on Remmie, and he was improved. His face was starting to clear up and he seemed to be breathing better. After seeing him, I wandered the halls for a while. I didn't really want to see any of the others. I turned one corner and the Marine that was at the door the previous morning bumped into me.

We talked a little with each other while we walked around the area. I found out he was from Seattle as well, but from a nicer part than me.

"Are you okay?" he asked at one point.

"Yeah, why?"

"You seem uptight; edgy," he explained.

"Look," I started, looking around, "you on duty?" He shook his head. "I hate to put it so bluntly, but it's been a while since I've really been fucked. And I could really use a good one."

"Come on, kid," he said.

"I'm serious, Manning," I came back with, "You got the time?"

"I'm not into boys."

"Then pretend I'm your girlfriend."

"You're sure about this? I kinda got a big one."

"Even better." With that said, I turned and walked towards my room.

When I got there, I just opened it and let him walk past me. I was stripping as I walked over to him at the bed. He still seemed hesitant, but was removing his shirt. As he was taking his boots off, I was already naked and lying face-down on the bed. Getting antsy, I had to wait as he slowly peeled off his pants.

"Will you hurry up?" I asked, getting agitated.

"Hold your horses," he told me, removing his boxers. "Why do you want to do this so badly, anyway?

"Sometimes a guy just needs a cock up his ass," I told him shrugging.

When he was fully nude, I got a real good look at his cock. As it was hardening, it was getting more and more impressive. By the time he'd straddled me, and it was at full strength, that thing must have been about ten inches [25 cm] long. And thick; goddamn thick. My eyes widened at the prospect of what thing was about to do to me, but I felt like I needed something hard inside me.

"Damn," I commented, "what do you feed that thing?" He smiled, but then got a little serious.

"You changing your mind? I'd understand if you do."

"No way."

I turned away and gripped the covers in anticipation of getting torn apart. Moments passed and I soon felt the tip of his pole touching me. To allow better access, I spread my legs as wide open as I could. When he began entering me, I groaned at the sensation. Oh, the sweet agony of it.

Manning was taking his time pushing into me, and I was thankful for that. As the head of his mammoth tool broke past my barrier, I yipped at the pain. He stopped.

"I'm okay; keep going," I encouraged.

Grabbing my hips with both hands, he restarted his trek into my inner being, pushing everything in his path aside. He must have been only about half way in before I felt him pull out a little, but then went back to forcing me to take more of him. In that steady see-saw fashion he worked all of his huge fuckstick into me. I felt him in my chest area, actually; I was so full of him. And loving it.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulled out, making me feel every single centimeter along the way.

"Never knew it would feel this good, kid," he told me, sounding like he was enjoying himself. His cock was outside of me pretty far and he started back in again.

"Oh, God, yeah," I moaned, like some whore in heat. "Fuck me, Marine."

"I am, kid."

"No, you're not," I challenged.

With all the force he had, he yanked me to him, coupling us together completely.

"UHHHH!" I cried as he ground his cock into me, making me know his manhood was all the way in me. I was now up on my knees, but still on my elbows, holding fast onto the sheets.

With just his hands, he used my body to masturbate himself. It was as if I was a warm tube he was using to slide along his cock for his own pleasure. It wasn't a smooth gliding motion; it was a series of hard thrusts, of making me feel all of him every single time he did it. It hurt like hell the whole way through it, but it felt like it was something I needed. And he accommodated better than I could have ever imagined.

My Marine laid into me likewise for over half an hour before he sent his military-issued seed into me. It filled me to capacity and then seeped out of my torn hole, down my leg. Worn out completely, I collapsed down to the bed, pulling my abused sex off of his manhood.

"Oh, God," I groaned, "I may never walk right again."

"Sorry," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah, I can tell."

He lowered his body down on top of mine. His weight was a little difficult to handle, but I coped. His cock dug into my back, but didn't seem to be deflating much. I turned my head barely to look at him a little better.

"Is that thing going to go down any time soon?"

"Eventually."

"Don't tell me that after that gallon of stuff you just shot into me, that you can keep going."

"I can if you want to."

I didn't answer; I just opened my legs a little farther for him. He took it for the invitation I was giving and moved his cock downward and into position to take me again. Without waiting for any further encouragement, his cock began claiming me for a second time. I gripped hard on the sheets as I had to bear the invasion once more.

"Oh, please," I pleaded quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Manning didn't stop; not that I was wanting him to. The plea was for something else; something I couldn't explain. But, he didn't take it as an appeal for him to stop. I felt his pubis moments later against the smooth skin of my bottom. Once he was all the way in, he wrapped his left arm around my neck, putting his hand on my right shoulder. His right arm went alongside my ribs and under my shoulder. I was completely enveloped by his being, inside and out.

Moving only his hips, he began fucking me properly. It wasn't like the first time. He only pulled a few inches of his cock out of me before ramming it back home; time and time again. The first time was like he was trying to possess all of me. This one was more like he just wanted to get off as fast as he could. Some might call this a lazy way of being fucked, but I just laid there and allowed him to take me however he wanted.

For longer than I care to imagine, he pistoned in and out of me until he finally grunted out in pleasure, releasing even more spunk into my cavity. All I could do, after that hour-plus of being fucked solidly, was lie there.

"You alive?" he asked.

"No," I answered to his chuckles, "but if this is hell, I can handle it."

I didn't move for another fifteen minutes or so, even when he rolled off me to the side. I felt his hand caress my back and the bulbs of my butt several times over.

"Thought you didn't like boys," I pointed out, enjoying the sensations.

"I'm beginning to have a change of heart."

"Like all men."

"You know you're bleeding back there," he told me, looking a little concerned.

"I'm not surprised."

Groaning, and not really wanting to move, I eased my body off the bed and to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I got my washcloth warm and brought it to him to wash off his cock.

"Thanks," he said with a smile and a kiss. When his cock was totally clean, I leaned down and kissed the head; it stirred. "Don't start something, kid."

"There's no way you can go again," I said, shocked, looking up at him.

"You don't want to put that to a test."

I turned back to the stirring piece of meat in front of me. I had a decision to make. I was hurting like a son of a bitch, but at the same time, his cock was extremely enticing.

"Can we stop if it gets too much?" I asked, thinking about it.

"Once we start, there's no stopping it, until I cum," he said with sincerity.

Now, where've I heard that before?

I looked up to him again and asked him to fuck me one more time. He rolled over to lie on his back while I returned to the cock staring me in the face. To help him along, I licked his strengthening pole from his hairy balls to the round tip. I opened my mouth and was able to fit only the tip inside without gagging. It had been way too long since I'd had anything this large down my throat and so I couldn't take it. I backed off, but he wouldn't have it.

His hands flew to the back of my head and began pressing my face down on his manhood, causing me to gag again. I kept trying to back off him and he kept pulling me downward. I could have bitten him and be done with it, but I wasn't about that. It was just that he was too large for me to handle down my throat. In the battle, though, he won, getting his head past my gag reflex and into my gullet.

I had to choke down a few tears, but also had to get some air before he made me swallow all of him. I felt all ten inches [25 cm] of his cock go down my gorge, expanding even that small passageway. It hurt because of the stretching my esophagus had to do, but when it was done, I had my nose buried in his pubes as all of him was inside. I had to rearrange myself to put my legs near his head. It helped in easing it along my craw. However easy it got, it was still painful to my throat muscles.

Manning began face-fucking me after some slow pumps, bumping his balls into my nose more than once. His hands made sure my head wasn't going anywhere while his cock claimed another part of me. I did manage to take in air whenever I could, thankfully. Finally, the oral rape stopped and he pulled my head off.

Then his hands went to my butt and pushed my seat down to where my mouth had just been. It was my tail he now wanted. I moved down and positioned my boyhole over his pole.

"UUUUHHHHH!" I cried as he began splitting me open for a third time. "Goddamn it, it hurts."

"You like it, kid," he answered.

"Too much," I agreed.

"Whore."

"Slut; whores do it for money."

"My mistake."

Placing my hands on his knees, I lowered my butt all the way down on his stiff prick. I wasn't exaggerating; it hurt like hell. But, I wasn't stopping. If he could go again, so could I.

Building up steam, I got into a fast, steady rhythm of fucking myself on him. My insides took so much abuse during that time, I thought I'd bruised even my lungs. It took over half an hour before I had to take a break; my legs were just totally worn out. Exhausted, I laid back to rest on his stomach.

"We're not stopping, you know," he said softly.

"I just need a break; my legs are tired," I informed him.

"Let's try something else, then," he suggested.

He turned us sideways to lie on our sides with me facing away from him. From that position, he could still lay into me and not have me underneath him. When he started doing that, I decided to have some fun with my own joystick. I began stroking and he continued fucking.

We lasted another half hour's time before I came, tightening my torn hole behind me. It squeezed his cock tighter, causing him to get closer to his own orgasm. Another ten minutes later, he was through. And so was I. I'd never been so fucked in my life.

Both of us had to rest a while before leaving the room. Even hours later, I was still walking like I had a baseball bat shoved up my ass. Manning thought it was hilarious. But, however sore I was, I made it a point to look for Doug and square the account. We weren't exactly friends when it was all said and done, but we weren't arguing, either.

The eleven American kids left for our country about two days later. The other two left the morning afterward for their respective countries. That afternoon, I got my care package from Parker. It was complete with my sniper rifle, fatigues, and all the gear I needed to do just about any job that was necessary.

Remmie finally woke up the day after that. I made my way to his room after breakfast.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," I said, smiling when finally opened his eyes.

"Adam?"

"Seth."

"Right," he said, getting a worried look on his face. "What're you doing here?"

"You sent a message saying that someone was becoming a threat," I answered, getting the feeling along the way that he had no clue what I was talking about. The look on his face confirmed it.

"No, I didn't, Seth," he answered.

"Yeah, I'm beginning to figure that out," I told him, "but, if you didn't; who did?"

"Davidovich?" he asked, thinking along the same lines as myself; his former master.

"That's the only thing I can come up with," I said, still thinking. "If he did, then he could know about you."

We looked at each other, knowing that something along those lines must have been the case. Remmie and I kept talking, going over some things about what was happening in the house and around.

He needed another week or so of bedrest before he was really able to do anything. So, we planned out what we were going to do during that time. I knew he wanted to come along with me, and I needed him at his best if we had a chance in hell of succeeding. Dominick wanted to come along as well, but I nixed that suggestion right away. I still didn't trust him a whole lot; after all, he wasn't one of us.

Also, during that time, Manning spent several of those nights with me in my room, fucking my brains out. Each time I got laid, it was at least twice, and I was hurting when it was over. But, I honestly never slept better out in the field.

It was the end of August before Remmie was well enough for our mission. That night, we had to sneak out of the building, knowing that we were being watched very closely. We had some equipment to help mask our exit and it worked. The birddogs never saw us leave.

"What's going to happen to me when this is over, Seth?" Remmie asked about two hours later when we stopped for a water break.

"That'll be up to the ones in charge," I said, taking a drink myself, "but, if you're cover's blown here, I'd probably say that your work is done. Everyone will know about you, thanks to Davidovich, I'm sure."

"What do you think they'll do with me?"

"I have no idea," I told him, recapping my canteen, "I'm sorry." He seemed a little worried; something we couldn't afford at that time. "Look, let's just get through this thing first and then we'll deal with the other problem later."

"Fair enough."

Remmie seemed better after that so I dropped the subject. We continued on our way through the back streets and alleyways of Moscow. It took the whole of the night to get to the mansion that Remmie was living and serving in, so we stayed under a bridge for the day. We decided to sleep in shifts, each of us getting three hours each at a time. When the night began falling again, both of us were up and ready to go.

We got to the house about ten minutes later. He took up his position behind a bush and I went on the other side of a building. I aimed and took out the guard circling around the end of the house. His dog was next.

"You're clear," I said into the communicator.

"Right," he answered back and ran to the door.

I followed along behind him and as he was getting the door opened, laid out the second guard and his dog as well. Taking my pistol out, and slinging the rifle over my back, we made our way into the kitchen, being extremely cautious. There was another guard on the bottom floor, but Remmie took him out easily. I saw the look in his eye when he did it; hatred.

I motioned to him that we should clear the downstairs before moving upwards and he nodded. With the addition of that guard, it was apparent that Davidovich had beefed up security in the place since we had been here last. A very logical move on his part, but it wasn't going to stop us. Or, at least Remmie. The kid was out for blood for them taking his jewels from him.

The downstairs was cleared out and then we headed upstairs. As we got to the top of the stairs, we heard some groaning coming from somewhere to our right. I eased a small tooth mirror around the corner to see two men standing at the end of the hall. I pulled it back signaled to Remmie and he nodded. There was no one down at the other end.

Remmie took the one on the left, while I took the right-hand one. The men hit the floor extremely quietly. Thank God for silencers. Remmie and I ran as quietly as we could to the end of the hall. The groaning was coming from the room the two men were guarding. We looked at each other. We were about to shove the door open when a loud whip sounded through the room, followed by a scream.

"Yuri," he whispered.

Mouthing, I asked if he was sure, and he nodded. Why would Davidovich be abusing Yuri if the boy was his snitch? Something wasn't adding up all that well. We gently turned the knobs on the doors and eased them open. Just as we were, another whip cracked through the room, followed by loud screams. As we cleared the door, we saw what was happening.

A boy, Yuri, I was assuming, was spread-eagled against a wall, with his feet off the floor. It was like he was a wall decoration. Davidovich was standing behind him with a whip, ready to deal out another lash to the boy. Both of us let him complete that action, letting the leather do its job. The boy screamed again, and continued begging for it to stop.

I turned to Remmie, having him do what he thought best and he took out Davidovich's leg with a clean shot. The man went down screaming. I advanced on him, putting my own gun close to his head.

"Do not move," I told him in Russian. The man didn't move. "Very quietly, explain what is going on here?"

"I do not have to explain anything," he answered back and got a bullet in his other leg for my answer.

"I would say that you do," I told him as he screamed through his teeth at me.

"He is my slave; mine to abuse as I wish."

"But, why?" Remmie asked.

"Edik?" Davidovich asked, turning his head in Remmie's direction.

"You know my name," he growled back at the man, pointing his own gun in his face. "Now, answer the question; why are you whipping Yuri?"

"Because I wish to."

I looked to Yuri and he had a strange look on his face; one I hadn't seen before. He was hurting, for sure, but he kept looking at Davidovich. It was almost as if he was concerned for him, and at the same time hated him.

Do I know that feeling…

I turned to Remmie; his face was still seething with hatred.

"Ask him, Remmie," I suggested.

"Why?" he asked Davidovich without looking to me. "Why did you do that to me? You knew I didn't do that stuff."

"Because I knew you were who you are, Remington Kelsey, of the CIA," Davidovich answered unemotionally. "To say I was surprised, would not be saying enough. But, I could not allow you in my house any longer.

"So, I sent a message, knowing that they would send someone. And they have. And now, you are both going to die."

I ran to the window; over thirty men were closing in on the place.

"We're fucked, Remmie," I said, turning away from it and pulling my gun from my back. "Take care of him. Now!"

Returning to the window, I aimed for one of the men and pulled the trigger. The bullet went through the glass and connected with my intended target. From that one, I didn't slow down, nailing one after another. Remmie shot Davidovich in the head and took another window.

"Oh, shit," he said. Before I could ask, he added "RPG!"

We both hit the deck as the missile took out half the side of the house. Remmie took the pack off his back as I began returning fire to them. I took out another three before he threw a grenade at them, taking out several.

"We need to get the fuck outta here; now," I told him and he agreed. We were sitting ducks in the room we were in.

"What about Yuri?" he asked and I looked in his direction. The boy had a look on his face that was utter misery; his beloved master was dead.

"Leave him to them. We got other problems."

We hit the hallway and some men were already coming up the stairs. I sprayed with the rifle, and then Remmie threw a grenade, taking out the stairs.

"That won't stop them for long," he said.

"Agreed. Got any ideas?"

"Yep; come on," he said, getting a crazy look in his eye.

"You're enjoying this shit. Aren't you?" I asked, smirking a little. I shot another Russian as he nodded.

"A little." Both of us actually chuckled and then took out another two more. "Come on, though. Got a way out."

"Lead on, McDuff," I told him.

We ran to the end of the hall and he opened the laundry chute. I raised an eyebrow to him, but he just jumped into it. Not having any better idea, myself, I followed. We landed in the basement, two stories down. We crawled out of the basket and ran to the steps leading upward.

"The one time I was glad to be small," he said, smirking.

"Same here," I agreed.

We slipped up the steps and to the door. It opened up into the kitchen; across from where the slaves had been kept. Remmie handed me two grenades. I pulled the pins, counted off two seconds, and then threw them into the room. The door and walls shook from the explosion, but they did their job; cleared the room of the enemy.

Remmie and I slipped out of the door and then through the destroyed room. From the back door to the street, it was a firefight. He took my right, eliminating Russians left and right, while I went to the left, doing the same. Remmie took a bullet to the arm just as we made it to the street. I took the backpack from him and while he was able to still cover me, I set the explosive's timer.

He shot one more Russian and I threw the bag. We were down the street when the bomb went off, half a minute later. We stopped a few minutes later for me to bandage his arm.

"Now what?" he asked.

"I'd say, our best bet is to head north; out of Russia," I told him.

"But wouldn't westward be shorter?"

"Yes, but not better."

It took us the rest of the night to make it out of Moscow, but we made it. Remmie's wound was a simple flesh wound that only needed about six stitches. When we stopped, we held up for the day in a rundown building that didn't even have a roof.

"By the way," he said, once we were settled in to rest, "thanks."

"For what?"

"Coming and getting me," he said, looking down. "I may not have my nuts, but I'm at least alive."

"Think you can get it hard?" I asked, smirking.

"For you," he said, smiling back, "any day."

We stripped and slipped into an easy 69, sucking each other off. He was able to accommodate my slightly larger cock, due to being used to taking Davidovich. His cock was no problem to swallow. We rolled around for several minutes enjoying each others' bodies once again.

He did, in fact, get hard. We sucked each other off several times before getting to sleep that day. To us, it was like old times back at the facility. Not worrying too much about security in the place we were in, we both fell asleep at around noon.

The problem was getting to the nearest country was going to be a job and a half in any direction. Both Finland and Estonia were well over three hundred miles [500 km] away each. It would take over two months on foot to get even close.

"Trains are out of the question, too," Remmie said as we were walking that night.

"Maybe something will come up," I said, trying to remain hopeful.

I'd destroyed my sniper rifle on the way out of Moscow; figured it wouldn't look good to have a kid walking around with a gun like that. So, all we had were our nine-mils for self-defense.

"What about stealing a car?"

"Thought of that, but it'll have to wait for a while. Best if we set out on foot for a while and let them guess at where we're headed."

"Makes sense," he said, shrugging.

We spent the next day under a small bridge, out of the sight of everyone and everything, enjoying ourselves a few times before getting some shut-eye. We woke again just as it was getting dark. After getting going, we got some water in our canteens and then kept moving. Both of us were hungry as hell, but didn't dare stop anywhere for food.

It wasn't until the next evening, some sixty miles [85 km] outside of Moscow, when we found what we were looking for. It was a house, off to itself. As we approached, a farmer's truck sped away with two people in its cab. A second truck was in the drive.

"Going into town?" Remmie asked.

"Suppose so," I answered, still looking, "leaving us the other truck."

"But, that means we only have a few hours before they return," he pointed out.

"Then, let's make the most of them."

Remmie and I started for the house and were halfway across the lawn when the side door opened up. Both of us dropped to the ground instantly, hoping that whoever had just exited wasn't going to look in our direction. We stayed as still as possible and when nothing bad happened, like screaming, I looked in the direction of the house; no one was there.

I got Remmie's attention and we got to our feet. Moving quickly, but quietly, we made it to the front of the house. I peaked around the corner while he kept an eye out for anything coming along the road. Both directions were clear as a glass. Then we heard a whistle; not a loud one, but more of one that was calling something.

Still being careful, we rounded the corner, alongside the truck we were trying to steal, to see where the whistling was coming from. When we got to the back of the house, we both saw it. 'It' was a kid about our age, ten to eleven, walking buck naked across the back lawn.

"What the fuck?" Remmie whispered to me. I shrugged.

We decided to stay and wait to see what was happening. The kid kept whistling, calling to someone named Sasha. I decided that it would be best if we got our guns out, just in case. A few minutes passed as the boy stood there, in his birthday suit, waiting with his hands on his hips. Finally, the grass parted and a beautiful Siberian husky came bounding towards him from the brush.

The dog, obviously happy, as his tail was wagging furiously, licked the boy on the chops as he knelt down to him. The two seemed very comfortable with each other in the boy's state of undress. I looked to Remmie with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and got one in return.

"Are we gonna stay for the show?" he asked, still trying to control himself a little more. I nodded.

"Trust me; got an idea," I told him in return.

We went back to watching the boy with his dog. At first, it was only playing around. Sasha just licked him all over and the boy ate up the attention. Things turned a little more interesting when the dog fell to his side and the boy began stroking his underbelly fur. As his young hand worked along, down his belly, the dog's dick began sliding out from its sheath. Obviously, the two have done this several times.

Then, all at once, the boy lowered his head and licked the protruding digit, eliciting a whine from the husky. Several more swipes of his tongue later, and the boy swallowed the red cock whole. He bobbed his head along the staff a few times before the dog got up from the ground. The boy, already on his hands and knees, didn't move.

They seemed to move in concert with each other; one knowing the other's mind. The dog circled the boy once, giving him one last lick on his young cheeks. But, when he got behind him again, it was something different. The dog mounted the boy's back, putting his extending cock to the kid's hole. With his paws, he actually had the kid open his legs farther. Then they went right back to the lad's hips.

I watched the dog and he didn't seem to be jumpy or jittery; it was like he was in control of the scene. When he pulled his hind legs back, he pulled the boy to him and then pushed forward. The boy let out a groan as he had just been impaled by Sasha's red cock. Three humps of the furry hind quarters, and the boy yipped, almost dog-like, himself. Sasha bit down onto the boy's shoulder, but not seemingly hard or angry, just letting him know his place. He was the bitch. He was the one under the dog's control, not the other way around.

After making sure his bitch was in his place, secure, Sasha began fucking him properly, jack-hammering him hard and fast. The kid had already gripped his fists hard in the grass, but now it was to hold on while the dog continued to claim him. For the longest time, the husky fucked him solidly. Finally, he let out a low growl, but kept going. It wasn't until he'd made sure the boy was bred did he stop.

When he did, the youngster eased down, pulling his lover with him.

"I love you, Sasha," he said to him in Russian. The dog licked the boy in the face in response.

I decided that it was time to make our presence known to the couple. I stepped out, brandishing my gun at them. The dog turned from his bitch's shoulder and began growling at us.

"Hold him, or I will shoot him," I warned the boy.

What wasn't apparent to me at the time, was the knot inside the kid. As Sasha got up, he pulled the boy with him, joined at the groin. The dog turned and came towards us, dragging the boy by his own knot, causing the kid to scream in pain. The dog stopped when he heard the cry, but was still looking at us. The boy recovered and got up on his hands and knees. From that awkward position, he turned to face us.

"Calm him down, or both of you die," I warned, still pointing my gun at them. "Understand?"

The boy nodded slowly, looking at my gun, and then called the dog back over to him. He didn't seem to want to, but Sasha obeyed. He turned around to stand right over him as we walked to stand beside the pair. I had to smirk at the irony of that; a minute ago, he was the bitch, now he was back in charge, even with the knot and dick still inside him.

"So, you like dogs," I said with a smirk.

"Just Sasha," he said, embarrassed.

With Remmie still standing and looking around, I sat down a few feet from them, Indian-style. Sasha was still very protective of the boy, but I wasn't sure in what manner; a dog protecting his boy, or keeping someone away from his bitch. Either way, I took my time with them.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Vassi," he answered, looking at the ground.

"I am Seth, and he is Edik," I told him in return.

"What are you doing, Seth?" Remmie asked in Russian.

"Vassi knows who we are," I said, looking up to him, and then back to the boy. "Don't you?"

"You are the ones they are looking for in Moscow," he said, nodding. I looked back up to Remmie with a knowing smile and then back to Vassi. "What do you want from me?"

"At first, we were only going to borrow your truck, but I am rethinking that idea."

"Like what?" he asked, getting a little nervous.

"You will see," I told him. "How long before you are free from Sasha?"

When I said the dog's name, he perked his ears up and looked at me. I smiled back a little, trying to be friendly.

"A few minutes before his thing goes down again," he said, still a little embarrassed.

"We will just wait, then," I answered back.

And we did. It wasn't more than about ten minutes later, but he finally was able to pull himself off Sasha's cock, allowing all the doggy semen to run out of him. I smiled at that, embarrassing him a bit more. When he was free from his canine lover, I had him come to me. I stood up, and Vassi was about to, but I stopped him.

"Oh, no," I told him, "stay on your hands and knees."

Carefully, I held out an open palm to Sasha. He sniffed it and he seemed to relax a little bit. I pet him on his head and then stroked his fur behind the ears. He liked that and his tail showed it.

With Vassi still on all-fours, I led the three of us inside the house. It wasn't all that big; just two bedrooms, but big enough for their family. Once we were inside, I led Vassi to the small living room. I had Remmie look for some tape to use to tie the kid up and he found some, believe it or not, duct tape in the kitchen.

I bound his hands together and then his elbows to his knees. From there, I used a broom to tape his legs apart at the ankles, not allowing him to move much. He certainly couldn't get up and run away in the position he was in.

After he was tied and ready, Remmie and I waited. I told Vassi that if he said one word of warning to his parents, then all three of them would die.

"You are going to kill us anyway," he said.

"Not if you obey us," I promised, "I give you my word on that. And I never break my word."

Remmie looked at me, uncertain. I was sure he was curious to know what I was thinking and planning.

An hour later, the truck belonging to the kid's parents drove into the driveway. It parked next to the other one, and the two adults got out. Remmie and I waited for them by the door. When they came in, we jumped them. I was in front, aiming at the father, Remmie was to the side, aiming at the mother.

"Do not give us a reason to harm you, and we will not," I told them.

The father nodded, looking down at my silencer. I threw him the duct tape and told him to secure his wife to a chair in the kitchen. When he was done with that, Remmie did the same to him in another chair, but then secured both chairs together, next to each other. They were faced in the direction of their son, tied up naked with his butt in the air. I'm sure they were thinking we were going to abuse the kid in some way or another, but I had another idea in mind. I walked behind the father and got next to his ear.

"I am going to guess that you do not know everything about Vassi," I said, whispering to him casually. "I am going to show you something you should see."

I looked to Remmie, who was smirking, and nodded. He went to the kitchen door and called Sasha inside. The dog came in, tail wagging. I smiled as he came up to me and then patted him on the head. I ruffled his fur, getting kind of friendly with him, hoping he'll be up for performing again.

I walked him around the father's side and to the living room. The large dog saw Vassi the way he was, and sort of looked up to me. I knelt down to rub his fur under his belly like the boy had done previously. The dog, as trained, I'm sure, began responding very well. His dick began distending down from its sheath again, getting ready to have at his bitch.

After that, nature and practice took over. Sasha walked around the helpless boy once and licked his cheek. Vassi looked over at me, pleading silently. All I did was smile. When the husky had gotten behind him, he mounted the boy once again. I looked over to see the mother's eyes closed to what was about to happen, but the father was watching with intense interest.

"Open your eyes," I told her, tapping the gun on her shoulder. Just as her eyes opened, Sasha claimed his bitch for a second time. Vassi didn't utter a sound.

The young boy took the dog's knot two pumps later, causing him to grunt in pain, but that was it. The large husky began laying into him as nature had ingrained in him. Once again, though, the boy could do nothing but lie there while being bred by his furry lover. The coupling lasted longer, this time, but it wasn't without its moments.

Vassi's father definitely enjoyed the show, by the stiffness of his cock in his pants. The mother looked like she was going to die of shame, herself. And Vassi was both turned on and embarrassed. Remmie and I also enjoyed the show, but remained in control and decided to forget playing till later.

Sasha finally finished inside his bitch. When he was done, he turned around, putting the two butt-to-butt again, and lowered both bodies to the floor. Vassi wouldn't look in the direction of his parents the entire time he was mated to Sasha; he just laid there.

"True to my word," I told them after getting the keys to the truck, "we will not harm you."

"I hope they are going to be okay," Remmie said once we were on our way towards Estonia.

"Why do you care?" I asked incredulously.

"They're just farmers, Seth. We're only supposed to kill professionals and in self-defense." He paused talking when I didn't answer. "Or have you done it so much that you've forgotten that?"

"Don't lecture me, Remington," I growled at him. "We've both done things beyond those guidelines, and you know it." That shut him up long enough for me to cool down from that accusation of his. "To answer your question; they'll be fine."

"I hope so."

I let the comment go unanswered and just continued to drive the truck. It wasn't easy to drive, as I had to almost stand up to reach the pedals. The trip to the border was going to take another five hours of solid driving. It would be an extremely long five hours. I was concerned mainly that the farmer and his family would get loose faster than planned and alert the authorities.

About a mile or so away from the border, I decided to pull off the road. I parked the truck behind a set of trees.

"What's up?" Remmie asked.

"I want to check it out on foot before we get there; in case there was trouble."

Remmie nodded and we set out on foot. Fifteen minutes later, we were about a hundred meters from the border.

"Oh, shit," he said, and I agreed.

There were so many men there, that it was going to be impossible to get across. I'd bet anything that the farmer was the one that blew the whistle on us. But that was an argument for another day. We had enough problems staring at us in the face.

"Come on," I told him, turning around from the border.

"What're we going to do?" he asked a minute later.

"I'm open for suggestions," I said, privately cursing both myself and Remmie. I shouldn't have let them live.

By the time we'd made it back to the truck, I'd formulated an idea in my mind.

"How good are you with that thing?" I asked, pointing at his pistol.

"Pretty good; why?"

I told him my idea, and he thought I was nuts. Quite frankly, so did I.

We needed a way in there, this was the best way of getting past the guards at the gate; there were over thirty of them there. It was impossible any other way, the way I saw it.

Regardless of how he felt, we worked to make it happen. The truck was pulled back onto the road, and I let Remmie head back into the direction of the gate. About fifteen minutes later, I pulled the truck onto the road and ran it up to speed. I'd already tied down the steering wheel with a rope, and when I got it going, I tied it down even tighter.

I was now running out of road, though. I put a board down on the gas pedal, making it go even faster. When the lights of the gate came into view, I opened the door. The speed was over a hundred miles an hour [150 km/h]. Even I was amazed that that truck could go that fast.

I took a deep breath, and jumped from the driver's side of the truck. When I landed, I landed wrong, on a log or something, causing something to crack in my side. It hurt like hell, but I kept my mouth shut from screaming. But I doubted that they'd have heard anything anyways; the guards were firing at the truck.

It slammed into the gate, exploding nicely. The explosion took out several guards, but still leaving a hefty amount for us to deal with. Remmie had already started firing, taking out numerous guards before I drew a bead on one. I felled him in an instant. Two more went consecutively right after him. Both of us continued firing, taking them out one at a time.

It wasn't target practice; they fired back, but as their number dwindled, it was easier and easier to get them. Eventually, only three guards were left, and they threw down their AK's in surrender. I really had a mind to go ahead and finish them off, but I didn't.

Remmie collected the rifles while I watched them.

"All we wanted was out," I told them.

Ten minutes later, we were in Estonia. My ribs hurt like they were on fire, but we'd made it out of Russia alive.

"I don't think I've ever felt better about leaving a country," Remmie said as we found a hidden area in the hillside to bed down for the day.

"Try living in the Middle East."

"No thanks."

The next evening, we were able to hitch a ride with a man going into Tartu, some hundred miles [150 km] away. Thankfully, he didn't ask any questions from us, he just gave us the ride into the city. We bid him farewell and then headed off.

We called the facility and Parker made it possible for both of us to get medical treatment, and we got a plane ride home. It took a couple of days, but we landed in Washington DC a week later, feeling very good about ourselves.

It had been two weeks since I'd gotten back from my trip to Russia, and I was getting antsy towards getting laid. I needed to get fucked. By Tom. Remmie, Simon and I got together for a going away party for Remmie, but it wasn't the same. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but I missed getting drilled by Tom's cock. And by the time our little party was over, Tom was fast asleep.

The next day, the three of us were called into Parker's office for Remmie's exit. There was no other job for him in our company. Remmie was going to New York with the money he was being given. Simon and I hugged him good-bye and he left the facility.

"Don't leave, Seth," he said as Simon and I were turning. Simon left for his eleven spies-in-training.

"How long has it been since you and Tom did anything?" Parker asked as I spun back around to face him.

"Isn't that kind of personal?" I asked, getting a little perturbed.

"I was asking," he said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "because I needed to know how long it's been for you." He raised his hand because I opened my mouth to argue. "And before you say anything, I have a reason. Now, how long's it been?"

"Since before I left for Russia. I've been too sore with my ribs for us to do anything. But I did have some fun in Moscow with a Marine. Now, why?"

"The FBI has a problem and needs our help."

"What kind of help?"

"There's been a rash of kidnappings over the past week or so, from all over the country."

"And you want me to pose as a kid to get taken."

"You took the words right outta my mouth."

"You know the chances of me getting taken are slim to nil, right?"

He smirked at me for a moment before continuing.

"Yes and no. All the kids that were kidnapped were boys between the ages of eight and eleven and were blond."

"Naturally."

"They were also rich kids, but loners, taken as they were walking home from school, late in the evening."

"How many were taken?"

"Twenty in the last week."

I whistled at that. Even with a country as large as this, that statistic was still pretty well up there. Especially if one thinks that they were all clones of me.

"Any particular city?" I asked.

"Mainly on the western side of the country, but not any one main city. There are boys missing from as far south as Houston, but only as far north as Kansas City. Two came from Los Angeles."

"So, where am I going?"

"Dallas. There is an agent and her husband that'll cover for your 'parents'."

"When do I leave?"

"You have a plane ride out this morning; you'll get the entire brief to read on the flight."

"Understood."

"And," he said as I turned. I turned back. "No sex. Not here, not there. You have to appear as a sweet, little innocent kid."

"You take the fun outta life, Parker," I said with a smirk.

I left for my apartment for some clothes. After packing, I checked in with the doctor, who was going to town on Lucius again. I wondered if he had really done anything wrong or if she was now using him for her own little twisted pleasure. Either way, the boy was getting royally fucked when I entered, and then again with an even larger dildo when I left. The boy was not enjoying it at all.

"Sadistic bitch," I said under my breath after closing the door.

I paid a visit to the trainees to see how things were going, and they seemed okay. The Gentry brothers were obviously closer than when I left and Evan had improved in leaps and bounds. Just like Scott, Percy had slimmed down significantly and was looking pretty good.

From the training room, I headed to Parker's office for my brief and then to the armory for a nine-mil with a silencer. This may have been an undercover mission, but I wasn't going without a weapon of some sort. Tom drove me to the airport, where I checked in the bag and then had to have a flight attendant escort me onto the plane. It was almost embarrassing. If she only knew what I'd done so far in my life, she'd probably shit herself. I read my briefing the whole way down to Dallas. The flight was long enough to get through all of it. When the plane landed and I disembarked, a woman in her mid-thirties was standing there, looking official.

"You're Seth Addams?" she asked as I walked up to her.

"Amazing as it is; yes, Mrs. Werner," I said with a smile.

"Right," she answered back.

When we stepped out of the airport, a wave of heat hit me. I commented on it, too.

"It's the end of September. Don't you people get anything cold down here?"

"Actually, this is 'cold'," she shot back as we went to the car.

Wonderful.

We talked about each others' role in this little scheme, both of us knowing this was an extreme long shot. At best. She and her actual husband would play the part of my parents while I attended school; fifth grade. They had another son; a teenager named Ryan. Our cover story would be that I was a foster kid they were taking into their home.

Oh, goodie; fifth grade.

The two of us got to the house in Dallas, a place called Highland Park, actually. It was the ritzy area of the city.

"Sam?" she asked when we stepped inside the door. She put her personal things and gun down on the table upon entry and then we walked further into the house. Sam, her husband, was in an office in the house, working on the computer.

"He's a day-trader," she said. "Someone who-"

"-trades stocks and bonds on the stock exchange," I said, finishing her statement. "Agent Werner, I may be young, but I've been around the world and then some. I'm not your average ten-year-old."

"Didn't mean to offend you, Seth," she said, sounding sincere. "And you might as well start calling me 'Mom', if this is going to work."

"Fair enough. Mom."

That was weird.

Sam was an average man in his late thirties, but still fairly nice looking. After being introduced to him, and him giving me a really weird look while on the phone, Julie took me upstairs and showed me where I would be staying. It was big; bigger than I was used to; that was for sure. All eleven of my classmates and I could have fit into the room that was going to be all mine. I looked at it for a few minutes.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as she saw the look on my face.

"Just never had a room this big before."

She turned and left and just then my cell phone rang. It was Parker; another blond kid had been snatched in Oklahoma City; same M.O. I hung up after a real short conversation with him. When I turned to leave the room, a gangly teenager was standing in the doorway. Privately, I cursed my lack of attention.

"So, you're Seth," he said, with a strange look in his eye.

"And you must be Ryan," I said, going over to him with a hand extended. He shook it, nodding. He looked to be about fourteen or so, but extremely skinny and nerdy looking. I figured that a light breeze would blow him over. Even on my worst day, I knew I could take him if it came to that; he was absolutely no threat.

"Why're you here, anyway?" he asked after the handshake.

"Your parents are helping me out with something," I told him.

"Like what?"

"Nothing you need to know about," I told him simply.

"I just wanna know," he said, getting a firm look on his face.

"Hope you enjoy disappointment."

And with that, I walked by him and out of the area.

We had dinner that night together, as a 'family'. When we were done, I helped with the dishes and then the four of us watched a movie. Ryan was okay, but kept looking at me the whole time, probably just waiting for me to attack him. I took a shower and then headed to bed at about eleven or so. After jacking off once, I turned over to get some sleep.

The next day, Julie enrolled me at the local elementary school. Being around half a million kids all at once was another new experience for me. It was one that I hadn't had to deal with for an extremely long time. I was used to dealing with adults and either getting fucked by them or killing them or both. To me, that was normal; this was abnormal.

My first class was Math. The teacher introduced me to the others and I took my seat. Of course, the only one open was one at the front. I hate exposing my back to strangers; it makes me nervous. Hell, I didn't like doing it to people I knew.

The class finished and we moved on to history, and then to Social Studies. When we got there, I sat at a desk in the back, but some kid came to me and said that I was sitting in his seat. I seriously considered turning him into a pretzel, but decided that it wasn't worth it. Besides, the more helpless I looked, the better. So, I moved seats.

Lunch followed that class, and because I was the odd-man out, I sat to myself. Recess was right after lunch, where a couple hundred preteen kids ran around like maniacs. The afternoon was nothing special, either; just a few more classes. I headed back to the house without incident. Ryan was in his room playing video games when I got there. I let him alone and went to my own room.

Without anything there to hinder me, I decided to have a little fun with myself, and jack off. As I was getting closer and closer to my own climax, I wet my finger and slipped it back into my boyhole. Even as it slipped in, I knew I was tighter than normal. It had indeed been a while since I'd had any action, but even this was unusual.

The doctor's concoction.

Must be.

I finished cumming and then calmed down.

"How'd you learn that?" I heard from the door. I flipped around to see Ryan standing there, watching. I quickly pulled my pants up.

"None of your business," I growled. "And thanks for the privacy." I slammed the door in his face.

He really was a mouse. If he had any balls at all, he would have thrown the door open and come at me, but he just walked away.

That evening, we had dinner together again. Afterward, I went walking around the neighborhood. I wanted to see if there was anything strange going on, but nothing stuck out to my attention. I went to sleep that night knowing that I was wasting my time. I was an assassin, not some fifth-grader worrying about a pimple-faced 'older brother' and whether I wanted pudding or a cookie with my lunch.

"Call it a small vacation, Seth," Parker told me the next afternoon at the house. I'd expressed my opinions to him concerning my lack of progress in this case.

"My vacations should be at the facility, Judge, not here."

"You've earned some down-time. Enjoy it."

"I'm supposed to be on a mission, not on vacation."

"Consider it a little of both. We both knew this was a long shot at best, but we had to try. Now, enjoy yourself a little; that's an order."

"Yes Sir!" I returned smartly to him.

The next day, things got interesting. I stayed a little later at school, hoping it would attract the person or people to me. So, it was later in the day when I was heading back to the house. But, as I was walking, I saw Ryan walking down the street, not paying a bit of attention.

"Figured he'd be home by now," I said under my breath.

Behind him, though, were three boys in their mid- to late teens. They looked like they were tailing him. One was larger with black hair, a second one was slim with brown hair, and the third one was black and significantly well-built. I slipped behind a tree to watch what was happening. Ryan continued walking, playing with his iphone. The three boys kept up with him, while I just watched. While I watched, I also kept an eye out around us, for anything suspicious.

Ryan made a turn into an alleyway; mistake. Major mistake. The three older boys caught up to him in an instant. As I got to the side of the alley, I heard a scuffle.

"Say a word," one of them was saying, "and you're dead."

As I peeked around the corner, I saw that it was the skinny one holding a knife to Ryan's throat. The black haired one was hold him down by his arms, while the black boy had his ankles.

"What're you going to do?" Ryan asked, visibly scared.

"Our girlfriends aren't putting out; so you are."

With that, the ones holding him down, flipped him over onto his stomach. The skinny kid used the knife to cut Ryan's clothes from him. He struggled, trying to get loose, but when the boy put the knife back to his throat again, he stopped. They didn't bother with the shoes or socks, just the shirt, pants, and underpants.

When Ryan was sufficiently naked for their purposes, the skinny kid undid his fly in a whiz, freeing his cock. And for a kid his age, it was impressive. Even I was impressed with it. He had to have been sporting a seven inch [18 cm] long pole. His pants were hastily pushed down to his ankles and then he climbed onto the back of Ryan's legs. I saw him aim for my 'brother's' hole and then shove downward.

"AGHG-," Ryan started, but the black haired kid covered his mouth so only a muffled cry came out after that.

The cock that had taken Ryan's virginity continued infiltrating his insides. The boy was not being gentle with him at all, either. He had straddled the kid's hips by this time and with a fourth hard shove, forced him to take all of the teenager's cock. All poor Ryan could do was take it as the older kid raped him. Even though he was probably used to sex, Ryan's backside was not. So, the kid came quickly.

When he was through, he switched places with the boy holding Ryan's wrists. Within a matter of a minute, Ryan was skewered a second time. Thankfully, the prick drilling into him this time was smaller, but not by much.

"Damn," he said after initial entry, "this feels good. Better than the bitches."

"Really?" the black kid asked.

"Yeah," he said, smiling as he continued laying into the exposed hole.

That second rape lasted only minutes as well. And, knowing black cocks, Ryan was in for a hell of a hurt when the third one took his turn. The brunette took the black kid's place at his ankles and I watched as he stood up to free his own mammoth. The fucker must have been over ten inches [25 cm] long and about as wide as my arm.

"Oh, fuck," I said under my breath.

The negro knelt down to take his turn with the poor boy. I watched with continued fascination as the black elephantine cockhead was put to the crack of the white buttocks. Ryan groaned as it began its trek into him, but began squirming when it breeched the shredded barrier. He screamed into the skinny kid's hand when he was penetrated harder, taking the full girth into him.

Ryan didn't stop screaming or panting or squirming or struggling, but then getting impaled on a pole that large would cause even the worst whore to do likewise. Ryan was anything but a whore. The black boy sawed his cock into the resisting receptacle for over ten minutes (I timed it) until he managed to fit all of it inside him. Then the real fucking began.

He pulled all the way out and then rammed it fully back inside, causing another scream to erupt from Ryan. Callously, he began building up speed, tearing the boy a whole new asshole. It took another fifteen minutes before he came as well. But, it wasn't over yet. As the sun began to set fully, Ryan took all three cocks again in succession.

Done with him, all three boys stood, zipped, and left the alley. When they were zipping up their flies, I turned from the corner and sat in a nook to hide. It wasn't that I was afraid of them. Okay, ONLY afraid of them. It was mainly that I was under orders not to engage in sex. That mammoth cock did scare me, but I also had my orders.

When they walked out, they walked by me without giving me even one single glance. I waited till they were totally out of sight before going into the alleyway. Ryan was a mess. Blood flowed freely from his backside and down onto his balls and then onto the asphalt. His clothes were in shambles. His shirt was still on his arms while his jeans were down around his ankles, ripped at the crotch and butt.

I knelt down to him and pulled his hair back behind his ear. He turned to look at me. When he saw me, he turned quickly away.

"Come on, Ryan. Let's get you home." Just as I said that, my cell rang; Julie. She and Sam were going out for the night and were wondering where we were. "Ryan and I are in a park, talking. Sorry I didn't call you."

"That's okay. Good to hear that you two are getting along so well."

"Yeah."

I hung up the phone and helped Ryan to his feet. I pulled his shirt together and then his pants up.

"You'll have to hold them up, Ryan," I told him. Blankly, he nodded.

Oh, boy, is he going to need help to get over this.

I had to support his weight the whole way to the house. It took over an hour's time to get there, but we finally made it. Ryan was little, if no, help. When I got us inside, I took him straight to the bathroom. I stripped off his clothes and threw him into the tub for a shower. While he was sitting, letting the water run off him, I threw his clothes in the trash and then took the trash out. He was crying by the time I'd gotten back to him.

I sat down on the floor outside the tub and put my hand on his knee. He'd pulled his knees into his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. Blood flowed from between them, but seemed to be slowing.

"You will get over this, Ryan," I said, sympathetically.

"What do you know about it?" he said combatively.

"I've been there, several times. I've been trained to handle things like what you just went through. And I'm telling you that you can get over it. But, you have a choice to make."

He turned to look at me.

"Do you want your parents to know about this?" He got a scared look in his eye and shook his head. "Alright, then it'll be our secret."

"What's going to stop them from doing it again, though?"

I gave him a real hard look.

"Me."

I led him to bed some time later and helped him to sleep with a little help from Prince Valium. Once he was asleep, I logged onto the computer in Sam's office. After using my own clearance, I looked up the records of the local high school. After about a half an hour's search, I found all three of their names and information. I logged off and then went to bed. A little later, Julie and Sam came home. I made to look like I was asleep in my bed when they checked on me. After that was done, I grabbed my black hood, gun, and headed out of the house.

The first one was easy; the black kid. He lived in a section of the area that wasn't as nice as the rest of them. When I got to his house, I slipped into the backyard. The door was easily picked and opened. Quietly, I eased through the house. Skipping the master bedroom, I headed to the second one. The fucker was asleep.

Hard day of fucking, I suppose.

The first shot tagged his crotch, forcing him awake, but before he could utter a sound, the second one in his head silenced him. The exit was just as easy as the entry.

An hour later, I was standing in front of the house belonging to the black haired kid. Problem; the backyard had a Doberman in it. I hated doing it, but he was dropped with a shot to his head the instant he began growling. Looking at the house, I figured that the damn thing had to have had an alarm system. If I alerted the family, I'd have to take out all of them and I didn't want to do that. I was only after the kid.

Then I had an idea. I dragged the dog's body away and put it in the small drive behind the house. After that was done, I grabbed a brick and threw it through a window at the back. The alarms went off and I circled back around to the front. As the family woke up to investigate the problem, I picked the lock on the front door and let myself in. I slipped into a closet to wait.

That did two things; one, provided a distraction into the house, and two, they wouldn't be able to set the alarm again, giving me an exit. They called the dispatch to explain that it was just a simple brick through the window, so the police were not called. When everything had settled back down, I moved out of the closet and down the hall. I climbed the stairs to the bedroom that belonged to my target. He was actually snoring.

Smirking, I lined up my shot and pulled the trigger. He woke back up, only long enough to die. Not bothering with anything else, I slipped back out of the house. The third boy lived a few blocks down from that one, so the trip was quick. Getting inside was going to be just as nasty as the last one, though. Or so I thought.

I heard something as I was approaching the house. It was a groaning/grunting/moaning sound coming from the back yard. When I looked, I saw two bodies. One was the boy I was after, and the other was a younger boy under him. The skinny kid that was my target was laying into the one under him.

"Shut the fuck up, you little shit," he growled at his victim.

"Please, Greg, stop," the other pleaded back.

Pissed off and amped up on sexual frustration, Greg slapped the kid on the back of the head. Hard.

"I said, 'shut the fuck up'." And after another slap, he continued fucking him.

I saw him reach down and grab the kid's wrists. He pulled them back to use like reigns on a horse while he went back to fucking him.

As the kid continued raping what looked like his younger brother, I slipped into the backyard without a sound and waited. The younger boy begged again and Greg stopped his assault.

"One more word, Billy, and I'll kill you and then tell Mom and Dad you ran away while they were gone. They already know what kind of a fucking brat you are." He lowered his face down to the boy's ear to whisper, but I could hear it. "Now, take my cock and love it."

And with that, he shoved as hard as he could into his little brother's ass. The boy grunted out at the pain of being taken so forcefully. Two more pumps of that, and listening to the boy's pleas for mercy, and I'd had enough. In one swift move, I got up behind him with the gun. I yanked his head back by the hair, pulling him off his fuck toy.

"I guess the term 'brotherly love' means something completely different with you," I growled at him.

"Who-?"

"Shut the fuck up, shithead."

I looked over at the boy; a little younger than me, probably nine or so, and he was scared. But, by the looks he was giving, he wasn't scared of me. I know I sometimes enjoy getting the shit fucked out of me, but this kid wasn't me, and he was scared to death of his older brother.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Billy," I told him. "I'm here for this fucker."

"Good," he said, wiping off the tears on his cheek. He seemed to have found a hidden resolve. Especially because he saw how things had changed; his brother was now the one being threatened, not him.

I turned my full attention back to Greg. With a quick pull of the trigger, Greg lost his genitals. Before the pain of it hit his brain, I put another one through his head. He fell back, into the blood and gore on the grass.

"My advice," I said, turning to Billy, "is to forget what you saw here and go stay at a friend's house tomorrow."

Billy pulled his pants up and nodded. I turned and left the backyard to him.

I got home at about five in the morning. It was enough to get a catnap before school. The murders were on the news the next day and Julie was late getting home from work. But, it was Parker that I had to answer to when he called.

"They deserved it, Parker," I told him and then explained what happened.

"That was for local law enforcement, Seth; not you," he practically growled back at me. "Now, stick to your assignment."

"Understood."

Ryan behaved as close to normal as he could. But, when he'd heard what happened to the three boys, he looked at me; shocked.

"Don't ask, Ryan," I told him before he even opened his mouth.

"I was just going to say, 'thank you'."

I smiled back warmly to him and nodded.

The next week, three more kids were snatched, all of them rich, blond kids around my age. I wondered if someone was starting up a new master race or something.

The Monday morning of the following week, I saw an unusual truck parked in the parking lot of the school. It looked like a U-haul truck with the decals removed. I shrugged and then went to my class. At recess, it was gone, so I didn't think anything more about it.

True to my cover, I stayed late with a teacher, to discuss my studies. I was struggling on purpose, as what I was doing in school I'd already covered at the facility. I needed to give a legitimate reason for staying late. I left after an appropriate amount of time and headed home, still thinking that I was wasting my time in Dallas.

As I crossed the street at a quiet junction, the hairs on the back of my head stood up for some reason. I stopped and looked around, getting the sinking feeling that I was being watched. I didn't see anything on my initial scan, so I went onward. Not one minute later, I heard a whiz and then a thud. Pain erupted from my right arm. When I looked down, I saw a dart sticking out from my triceps muscle.

"Not again…," I remember saying before hitting the ground.

I woke with a body on top of me and a cock inside me, pumping as hard as possible. I began struggling against it, but a man's hands grabbed my wrists and held me down.

"Stay where you are, pussy," his stinking breath said to my ear. It smelled of alcohol and I felt whiskers on my cheek.

I was finally able to open my eyes to see that it was a street bum on my back. I was also able to take in the rest of my surroundings. Sand was under me and I smelled salt in the air.

"What the fuck…?" I asked, but got a shove from his hips in answer. I groaned at it, but made no other contrary sound.

"That's exactly what it is, pussy," he said while laying into me harder.

I laid there on the beach and let the bum do his thing. He finally finished inside me, loading my insides with his filthy stuff. When he climbed off my back, he pulled his nasty clothes to him and walked off without another word.

Good morning to you, too, shithead.

I pushed upward to stand up and take in my surroundings properly. It was a beach and it was early morning, with the sun coming from the direction of the land. That meant that I was probably on the west coast somewhere. I watched the bum far off, get smaller as he left. He was probably running to flee from me screaming for the law or something. I gave a quick notion to the idea of handling the problem myself, but decided against it.

Letting him live is worse punishment than a quick death.

Sore, I walked down to the water and cleaned my naked body off in the waves. I also took inventory. There were lash marks, bruises, cuts, and more than one scar that had healed. There were also marks left from cuffs or restraint devices that circled my wrists and ankles. I felt a pull from my right shoulder blade as I stretched and I reached behind me to feel a scar in a strange shape. As I sat in the water, I traced the scar with a finger to find that it was the number '4'. But, below it was another number; a '7'.

"Branded?" I asked myself out loud.

I suppose so, and it doesn't feel like it's very fresh, either.

"Which makes me wonder how long has it been?"

I looked around and saw nothing familiar. I put the concerns of the brand and my bruises on hold for the time being. Not really sure of which direction to go, I headed straight away from the water towards the main part of the land. I saw no one else on the beach, but when I got to the sidewalk, a man ran by for his morning jog, and looked at me wide-eyed. I ignored him and went in the opposite direction of him. My main problem was figuring out where I was and how to get back to where I need to be. I figured I was in America, but which city was the mystery.

Minutes later, I solved that particular mystery by seeing the newspaper dispenser; Los Angeles Times, and the date was December 20th. I was floored. I'd been gone for two whole months, but it was nothing but a matter of a few moments to me. I stood up from the box to get a wolf-whistle from a car driving by. I flipped them off and turned away.

Trying to hide myself as best as I could, I made my way down the street, only to get caught by cop, of all people. And a motorcycle cop, too.

"You okay, son?" he asked, stopping at the curb to talk.

"Yeah," I said, answering him, "I'm fine. I always take a nature walk first thing in the morning."

"How about skipping the attitude and answer me?"

I looked around to see if anyone else was there, and it was pretty much just the two of us. I reasoned that I was going to have to trust someone eventually. Why not this guy?

"Look, officer," I began.

"Sanders; John Sanders."

"Officer Sanders," I began again, "I could use a little help, if you are serious about it."

"I am."

"But, one thing," I added and he nodded, "I want this quiet, please. No one can know about it."

He wasn't too sure, but nodded anyway. I went over to him and he gave me a helmet and a jacket to wear. The jacket was big enough to cover most of me, but my butt was showing a little when I climbed onto the bike. He had me sit in front of him and hang onto the bike itself. My butt rode up into his crotch as I grabbed onto the metal.

Almost instantly, I felt something between his legs move and get firmer. I smirked to myself as he pulled away from the curb. The ride through the streets of Los Angeles was uneventful, excluding the two of us getting more than our fair share of looks from other drivers. He made his way through the city and into a subdivision. Finally, he pulled into the driveway of a decent sized house.

We climbed off and he led me inside. He gave me some water to drink and then asked me what was going on.

"A few months ago, I was in Dallas," I began. "I was on my way home when someone shot a dart at me and got my arm. The next thing I knew, I was waking up on your beach, like this."

John got me a shirt to wear while I was telling him my story, so by the time I was finished, I was at least a little clothed. He asked me the normal question if I remembered anything else, and I shook my head. It was frustrating, to be sure. He had to go back on duty and asked if I would be okay on my own, and I nodded. I asked him to not say anything to anyone about me and he told me he wouldn't.

He left and I took a shower; a long, luxurious shower. I still had that bum's smell on me and it was making me nauseous. When I got out of the shower, and toweled off, I made a full inspection of my body. The only thing that would probably be permanent would be the brand on my shoulder blade; the rest was healable.

I never minded getting dressed after I got out from the shower; I felt more comfortable naked anyways. To pass the time, I decided to clean up his house a little. A cop's house is almost never clean, especially a single cop. I did a few loads of laundry for him as well, cleaning the clothes that were everywhere. I remembered my lessons from when I was being trained as a slave, so it was done properly.

By the time John got back that evening, the house was perfectly clean. Cleaning the house also helped me think. It gave me something to do while I went through my mind about what had happened to me. Most of the time I came up with nothing new as far as information, but occasionally, I would think of something, but it would end up as a dead end thought.

"Very nice, Seth," John said upon entry into the house. "One day you'll make someone a very nice wife."

"What do you mean by 'one day'?" I asked, smirking. He laughed back at me and brought the dinner into the kitchen for us to eat.

When we sat down to eat, he asked if I would go put something on.

"You don't like what you see?"

"Don't go there, Seth," he said with a warning.

I got up and walked around to him. Gently putting my hand on his knee, I looked up into his eyes.

"I'm no stranger to getting fucked, John. Even before this happened, I was getting fucked daily." I told him. He raised an eyebrow at me in question. "Well, almost daily," I amended.

"Who was doing it to you?" he asked, almost looking like he was getting into a 'cop-mode'.

"A friend. And he never did anything to me that I didn't want done. For now, though, don't worry about me being naked."

"And your bruises and scratches?"

"They came from the time I'm missing. They certainly weren't there when I was drugged. Neither was this," I said, turning around, showing him the brand.

"Ouch," he said, but ran a finger over it like I'd done that morning. The sensation gave me goose-bumps.

I reached back and pulled his hand down my back to have it rest on the cleft of my buttock. I felt him pull away a little, but I held his hand there. Keeping his hand where it was, I turned around to face him. Without asking, I climbed over his muscular legs and into his lap.

"I know you're a good man, John," I told him, looking up at him, "and I wanted to tell you, 'thank you' for helping me." He smiled, but it was sort of nervous one. "If you want me, I'm all yours."

He closed his eyes and swallowed. Figuring that his hand probably wasn't going to be moving, I reached up and stroked his chin.

"However you want me."

Supper was forgotten. His hands flew to my pits. He picked me up and turned me around in a single move. The dish that was set in front of him was swept to the floor. My bruised body was then laid out on the table with my legs dangling from the end. I heard him begin to remove his clothing and so I opened my legs for him. Moments later, I felt his hand on my back again, and I knew he was coming to me.

Pressing down with the one hand, I felt my backdoor being opened up by his cock. As I began to groan, he started feeding his manhood to me. He seemed to be taking his time, probably trying not to hurt me, but after all that I'd been through, I doubted that whatever he was going to be using to fuck me with, I could probably handle.

"You don't have to go so slow," I informed him.

"You're sure?"

I nodded and he shoved his cock into me. I grunted at the initial thrust, but kept quiet until more of his cock was fed to me. I groaned as more and more of him penetrated my boyhole. I wiggled around to see just what was going into me and it was enough to cause some surprise and concern. He was about the same girth as Powers's and Tom's cocks, but I would guess a little longer than Powers. In other words, he was larger than anything else I'd taken so far. He stopped when I got that look and I looked up to his face, still concerned.

"Are you still sure you can handle this?" he asked. He still had his hand on my back, keeping me down and in place, but it wasn't as firm as before.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

He began pulling out of me and I reached back quickly to grab the hand on my back. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to look at him.

"Just please go slow," I said, but I was still worried.

John nodded and I turned back around to look down the table. His mammoth cock started splitting me apart again, causing me to whimper and grip the sides of the table in pain. More and more of him fit inside my innards, but agonizingly so. When it seemed as if another millimeter wasn't going to make it inside me, he began pulling out, but replaced more of him on the next trek inward. Masterfully, he worked as much of his manhood into me before he knew I couldn't take any more of it.

From there, it was simply solid fucking, but never pushing all of himself inside. I took it. Painfully, yes, but I took whatever he made me take. Even through the agony of getting royally fucked, my cock strengthened on its own. But, I waited until John was finished with me before I touched my hard-on.

When he came, I felt his jizm shoot into me for what seemed like forever. I felt some of it leak out and run down my legs. It had to be mixed with blood as well. John pulled his weakening cock out of me, but I didn't move for a few minutes.

"You okay, kid?"

"It's not nice to disturb the dead," I answered back.

He chuckled a little as I lifted myself off the table. I got down on shaky legs and saw that I was right; blood had indeed run down my leg. He got me a paper towel to wipe it up before it made a complete mess of the floor. I went to the bathroom and, after cleaning up, I actually jacked off to complete the whole experience.

When I walked back out to the dining area, the plates were back on the table and the dinner was served again. Wincing, I sat down and pulled some food to my plate. Even though we were still bare, this time we ate the dinner.

We watched the television afterward for a few hours together and then called it a night. He was fixing me a bed on the couch, but I walked into his bedroom and laid down on his bed. He got the hint. We didn't fuck again, but I slept as close to him as I could for the night.

The next day, after breakfast, he gave me a set of sweats to wear before we headed to the store for some clothes for me. In an hour's time, I had underpants, shirt, shoes, socks, and pants on. He had to stop into work for a little while, so I went with him.

The cops at the precinct were pretty much normal, however normal cops are. After the previous night's events, I was sure there weren't any normal cops anywhere. John led me through the building to his area. He did a few things that he needed to do, but he was called into his supervisor's office as we were about to leave. I heard them argue back and forth, but it was about something minute; John's qualifying on the range.

"That's it?" I asked as he left the office.

"Yeah," he said, getting a hard look on his face. "I'm about a month late on it. Wanna stick around for a few more minutes?"

"Can I watch?"

"Can you behave yourself?"

"As long as you keep that gun in your pants, yes."

John chuckled again and we headed to the firing range. He got his target and ration of bullets and then we went to the aisle he was assigned. He put the target at the required distance; I thought it was a little too close, but, whatever. He shot and got 25 out of 30 in the inner two rings. When he was done, I was smirking.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked, retrieving the target.

"That the best you can do?"

"All I needed was 20 in the middle rings, kid, so I think I did pretty good."

"Pugh," I commented.

"You think it's so easy?" he challenged. I smirked back at him.

He smiled back and then told me to stay where I was. He got thirty more bullets and another target for me to try.

"Okay, this is how you load it," he said, after putting the bullets in the mags.

I scowled a little and took the gun from him. I quickly loaded the gun and took aim down range at the target. Knowing how to shoot without the sites, I nailed all ten shots in the middle of the target from the first mag, missed one in the second, and got all ten in the third. Basically, I missed one out of the thirty. After clearing it, I handed it back to a stunned John Sanders.

"Okay," he said once we were back at the house, "out with it."

"Beginner's luck?" I said, with a smile, but stopped when I saw the look on his face. Sighing, I went to the living room and sat down.

"You know those kids that were kidnapped a few months ago?" I asked as he walked in. He nodded and sat down in the chair across from me. "I was one of them, I guess you realized that." I got another nod in answer. "What you don't know, is that I was working with the FBI to try and find the ones responsible. I was posing as a normal kid in Dallas and then got shot with the dart."

"They asked you to do it?"

"More like told me to do it. I mainly work for the CIA, but the FBI wasn't able to solve the case on their own, so they called my boss."

"If that's the case, why don't you report back in?"

"What do I have to report?" I asked. He acknowledged that with a shrug. "I need to find out what I can about all of this on my own. I need to find out what happened to me and the other thirty kids that were taken."

"Forty-five."

"WHAT?" I stood up and he nodded. "Fuck me!"

"We already did that."

Ignoring him, I paced for a few seconds back and forth in front of the couch. Then an idea came to me. "Can you get me into the precinct to use one of their computers?"

He nodded. So, we headed back to his work. There was a computer station isolated enough for our uses. Once we got in there, I started to work. I wanted to see what else had happened since I'd been gone. It turns out that there were over forty-five boys taken in all. Actually totaled forty-eight.

"Why only forty-eight?" I asked, not really to John or anyone.

"Maybe there were that many couples that needed kids?"

"If that were true, why am I here?" I asked him rhetorically. "No, something else is going on here." Then I found another clue. "And, look at this," I said, pointing to the computer. He came over to look at it over my shoulder. "The last one taken was kidnapped shortly after me, but I didn't show back up till two days ago. Over six weeks has passed since the last kidnapping and my reappearance."

"Wonder why."

I shrugged, but quickly returned to the computer. I decided a different tactic. I stretched the searches to reach back even farther than last summer. I came up with a few more hits; all blond, all from families that were well off, and all were taken from the western states. I whistled through my teeth when it was done.

"What?" John asked.

"Sixty-four in all were taken, starting in May. And before May, there was only one, but he didn't fit the profile."

"Sixty-four boys," he commented.

"What I need to do, is find out just why I can't remember what happened to me," I said, turning towards him. "If I could remember what happened, then all of this would be pointless. I mean, that was the whole point of me getting in there in the first place."

"Maybe whatever happened was so traumatic that your brain's not letting you remember."

"I thought of that," I answered back. "But, I'm a trained operative. You wouldn't believe half the shit I've done and been through over the past several years. If it was traumatic, I would have dealt with it and remembered.

"No, someone doesn't want me to remember, that's the only logical explanation for this."

"So, what do you want to do about it?" he asked back.

"Is there a doctor you can trust? And one that won't cost an arm and a leg for an exam?"

"Actually, there is," he said.

We left the office to find the doctor assigned to the precinct. He was in his office and was willing to take a look at me. When he saw the bruises on my wrists, I told him it was my brain I was more concerned with. John nodded when he turned to him, so he had me sit up on the bench. He looked in my eyes and saw that there were no signs of concussion.

"Can you check things out a little better, doctor?" I asked.

"I have a friend at Mercy Hospital that'll be able to do a CAT scan on you to see if there's anything there."

"What if they don't find any cats?"

John rolled his eyes as the doctor looked at him.

"Let's go," John said, pushing me off the table, "before I pop you one."

We headed to the hospital to see the doctor that the other one had mentioned. I had to strip and when they tried to get me to wear a robe, I declined. I moved to the scanner and sat down on the bench. The assistant on duty looked me up and down, but didn't say a word.

The scanner went down my head and then back again. I remained perfectly still for the whole scan; about an hour's time. When it was done, I got dressed and met with John, the doctor, and the assistant to review the findings.

The doctor found something.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Something that shouldn't be there, I'm guessing."

"A tumor?" I asked, worriedly.

"No, tumors look different," he said, not turning around. "It looks like some sort of blockage in the area of memory. If I'd have to take a guess, I'd say that it was done chemically."

"That's what was in that dart," I said, turning to John, who nodded. "But, how did it affect the one area, though?"

"If you're having trouble remembering a specific timeframe, I'd say that someone has found out how to effectively block memories. The closest analogy would be that someone has put a bracket in your brain, to close off those memories."

"So, they're still there?" I asked.

"Yes; they're just unable to be accessed."

"Okay, how would I access them?" I asked, concerned about the answer.

"That would be tricky, at best. I don't even know what was used to do this, so to have it removed would be extremely risky."

"Doctor," I said, sighing, "I need to get to those memories. And the sooner the better."

He sighed, looking at me with a grave look.

"The mind is still very much unknown, Seth. And to play around with it without knowing what you're doing is risky. You could hurt yourself even further.

"My best advice is to let this go and let it alone."

"I can't, Doctor."

He sighed again, getting an even more worried look on his face.

"Alright," he said finally. "You can try this, but I'm very skeptical about it working."

"What?"

"Torture."

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