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A car drew up outside a club in one of the parts of Washington DC where it was best not to be seen. “Why’d you volunteer, Rock?” Agent Rock Thompson shrugged at his friend and partner’s question.
“Someone had to,” he replied. “Yeah but if it goes wrong it could see you disappearing like those two cops.” “Too late I’m assigned.” “Luck you’ll need it,” Rock got out of the car and walked into the club. Joe allowed himself a smile being dirty was damned good sometimes and what his bosses didn’t know was that it was Joe who owned the club. Well it wasn’t a club really it was a warehouse, handsome men and beautiful women who used the clubs facilities disappeared into the back and were kept there until they shipped them out to the training centre where they trained them to serve sexually as slaves some were sold on some smuggled out to overseas buyers. Not Rock they would train him like all the others but Joe wanted him himself. Joe would hold Rock in the basement of his Washington basement after his training although he wouldn’t realise this. Inside the barman planted a drink down in front of Rock into it the barman had palmed one of those date rape pills you heard so much about. “First drink is always on the house,” Rock nodded and drank the whisky down. A little while later he blinked as the room swam in and out of focus. The barman guided him through a door marked private where under the influence of the drug he obeyed the order to strip. The guards in the room placed wrist and ankle cuffs on him together with a collar round his neck. Then they chained him spread out on a St Andrew’s cross facing the wall and left him there. There were other crosses in the room and slowly the guards filled them with other men until the room was full. Before the drug wore off totally each man had a ball gag thrust into their mouths and the straps buckled behind their heads and locked by a padlock. The guards left again. Rock’s mind cleared slowly as he realised he had indeed become one of the disappeared. Men came in they looked mean and vicious. “Right! From now on each of you stops being a human being you are to consider yourselves as lower even than animals to us you’re just objects. You are slaves you will serve us in anyway we see fit. Training begins with a demonstration of what will happen if you disobey.” The guards now brought into play the vicious bullwhips they carried and soon grunts and squeals came from behind the gags they whipped their victims for four hours anyone who fainted had cold water thrown over them and the beating continued the water making it hurt even more. They took Rock down from first after the beating he was too weak to do much other than stand there and let them bring his hands together behind his back and tie the cuffs together they did the same to his ankles then knocked him down he lay winded as they brought his ankles up and tied them to his wrists. They rolled him over onto his back; one of the guards caressed his cock. “Have you got a name?” Rock nodded, only to squeal as the man kicked him between legs. “No, dolt! Only human beings and animals have names your owner will give you a name when you’ve earned it. Now have you got a name?” Rock shook his head. “For now you will answer to R654. Name!” Rock tried to repeat the name they’d given him but it was an indistinct mumble which because of the gag earned him another kick to his balls. “Some of you are going to lose your balls, some of you will just lose your cocks and some will lose everything. You! R654 your owner has decreed that you will keep everything but only if you’re obedient, disobey and you’ll become a cockles slave. Your training will be long and painful,” the guards untied him and put him back on the cross repeating the process with all the new slaves then they left them to sleep on the knowledge of their fate. The morning dawned far too early for them as the guards returned and freed each of them in turn from the crosses, tying their hands behind their backs and their ankle cuffs together. They made Rock and the other slaves shuffle toward a door in the opposite wall to the one they had brought them through the night before. It opened into an alley where a cattle truck waited to receive them. They found that the straw in the truck once they were in stank of its former occupants; the cattle that the drawer had brought to market that day had left their own peculiar calling card. The drive shut them in the semi darkness of the trucks interior. He handed a box to the guards who knew it contained the gags from the previous month’s intake. Those men now had their mouths held open by the kind of gag the prison authorities had used to force feed prisoners on hunger strike. This meant that they need never have the gag removed except to ensure their mouths didn’t get too stiff. Or if they trained them to pull pony carts. The truck pulled out of the alley and headed out to the country club. The driver had the paperwork on each of the slaves so if Rock expected help it wouldn’t be forthcoming. Hours later he pulled up at the country club where other guards took delivery of the men. They made them stand in the courtyard and turned a hose of cold water onto each of them. “Right! Move it! Slutboys! Step or should I say shuffle forward when you hear your number, R654?” Rock shuffled forward. “Hm, bend over!” he obeyed then one of the guards parted his ass cheeks. “Nice, plug him!” Another guard produced a ten inch long dildo and thrust it up into him, a muffled squeal came from behind his gag which they removed ad replaced with the metal framework, which would force him to keep his mouth open. “On your knees R654,” Rock felt hands shove him down in front of the man giving the orders. “Get that tongue busy on this,” the man revealed his cock and thrust it into Rock’s waiting mouth. He called out other numbers as he mouth fucked Rock. To be continued Any suggestions for this story would be welcomed
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