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Middle of Nowhere -- Chapter 2
Then the night came when Mark left and I became listless and just doing my daily duties without any heart. I had come here as a homophobic red neck, I guess, and now I was heartbroken again when another man that I cared about was taken away.
Paul really tried hard to get me back into the swing of things, but it was the new guy Greg that finally broke through. He took to sleeping with me and I would move away from him, but he would spoon up behind me when I fell asleep, even if it was on single cot. I would wake up with him holding onto me.
I don't know if it was puppy love, or concern of what, but his doggedness got to me. He wouldn't take no for an answer, he never reacted to my rebuffs, he just stuck with me. When I finally broke down and cried, he was there to comfort me. I was ashamed that I was upset about losing a man, but I was upset that I hadn't shown my love for John and Mark in a more positive forthright way.
There was no doubt I was gay. I like men, and I liked the kind of sex I had with men. It's like sex with women was two dimensional and sex with men was three dimensional. I know how it felt to have done to me what I was doing to them and vice versa. A woman could fuck a man with a strap on, but really having a man inside me felt so different after being inside a man. There was just something about the masculine presence that was a mirror of me, yet with greater dimension. It was just too difficult to put into words.
But Greg became my sidekick and then my constant partner. Yes, we played around with some of the others, but we were always back together when it came down to it. I was laughing and joking with the guys and back in the grove.
Then came the night. I went to sleep spooning behind Greg, and woke up in the dark, alone. I was perplexed. I had gotten used to the all pervasive starlight at a minimum and the full moon at the maximum at night; so complete darkness, absolute black, was strange and a bit scary. Had I gone blind?
I felt around and felt a cot underneath me and a blanket, but could not sense anyone else around. I was sitting up and then cement under my feet was cool. Well, at least cooler than it had ever been back at the barn. Was I dead and this was what purgatory was like? A place of waiting?
I called out, "Hello?" in a loud voice, but it seemed to come out muffled. There was no sense of space around me and no sense of confining walls either. It was like I was surrounded in some kind of baffling that was muffling the sound.
I received no answer, so I stood and with hands in front of me took a step forward. I didn't go very far before I discovered a wall. I followed it around to my left and found a corner, then another and another before I struck something like metal. It must be a door. Then after a bit a corner. I was in a room about six or seven feet wide and about 10 feet long. And in the middle must be my cot. I had not felt any other fixtures, no toilet, no grate, no water spigot, nothing.
I moved back until I found my cot. I was afraid. I was in the dark, in a unknown place, unable to see, and no one responding to me. After months of no privacy and never being alone, this was traumatic. I curled up into a ball and clamped my eyes shut as I buried myself in the blanket.
I must have fallen asleep again, but someone was shaking my shoulder. "Wake up!" More shaking and then "Josh, wake up!"
The voice was familiar. I cracked one eye lid and saw a smiling Mark! "Mark!" I said jumping to my feet and pulling him into a big hug. I planted a full on the lips kiss and Mark responded through a smile.
"Miss me, much?" he said when I broke my hug. Tears welled in my eyes. I was thankful it was him! I was thankful I wasn't blind! And I was thankful, again, that it was him!
I held him back and looked at him. He wasn't as tan as he had been, but other than that, he was the same Mark!
"Damn, but you look good enough to eat!" I said, this running on a high.
"And you, too, Josh." His eyes were a bit misty, too!
"Come on," he said, wiping his eyes, "let me give you the tour of the place."
"I need to take a leak," I said.
He laughed and said, "Okay, right this way."
We walked through the door out into a large open room, but it was enclosed, not open to the sky like the barn. He led me over to a wall. Water ran down the wall into a trough. "Okay, let `er rip," he said pointing to the wall.
I had no qualms of pissing in front of him but was fascinated by the wall of water. When I finished, I asked, "What is this place?"
"I call it the next place. Some of the other guys call it, two' or duce', but it is just the next place. Guys show up and disappear here just like at the barn, so we all assume it is just the next place along a line to something."
The room was huge. It contained all kinds of exercise equipment, sports areas and such. There were at least 5 men working out on various apparatuses while we watched. One man was working on rings hanging from the ceiling performing amazing feats of gymnastics. His muscles stood out in perfection as he held an iron cross for several seconds. He did a perfect back flip dismount and then waved our way.
"How many men are here?" I asked as Josh led me towards a door. This door led to an open area that contained a pool, a sand volley ball court, and basketball court. Several men were swimming in the pool. A high wall surrounded the pool where it didn't connect to the building we had just left.
"About 20 at any given time. Sometimes more sometimes less, but it averages about 20." He led me to the opposite side of the pool and into another room. This one contained beds of various sizes, showers along one wall, another wall of water and a bench over a ceramic lined trench, must be the toilet.
And there was one more room that held the cooking and eating area as well as screens all around. I guessed I had missed the screens in the room with beds.
I grabbed some food from the kitchen area and we went and sat down. "So what do you do here?" I asked as I took a bite of the muffin. I had a banana, muffin, and some coffee, about the same breakfast I would usually have at the barn.
"We exercise. We work out on things we like to do, we learn to do other things from the other guys. There is no work. It is all about increasing your fitness, strength, and physical perfection."
I looked at him more closely and noticed the greater definition in his arms and chest. Not that he was a muscle builder or anything, he just looked more fit, more perfect, and more desirable!
He saw me looking him over, "And yes, we have sex." He smiled. "But not just among the 20 of us. There are other men brought in; men for us to please, men for us to learn from, and men to give us training."
"For what purpose?" I asked.
"The best we can figure is that they are making us better sex partners." He let that sink in. "Like we are being trained to be sexual toys for someone or some group of people."
And before I could ask the question, he said, "No, the men that come in either don't know or aren't saying what goes on where they come from or where they come from."
"And how long is the rotation here?" I asked, figuring it was inevitable.
"Anywhere from three months to 8 months or so. There are some men here that were here long before I got here that are still here, while others have left."
"Are you still watched 24/7?" I asked, looking around for cameras.
"Oh, yes, we are sure of that, because we get directions and instructions which have to mean they are observing us."
After breakfast, Mark took me over to a massage table and a man came up smiled, gave me his hand and introduced himself. "I'm Steve six." I looked at him strangely and he said, "I'm the sixth Steve in here since the longest man has been here. Last names are not used here."
He motioned for me to lie down on my stomach. He began spreading a warm oil over my neck and back while massaging it in. It felt so good and his hands were so warm! And the closeness of his naked body was intoxicating. There was some scent in the oil that I inhaled and helped to relax me even more.
He worked every part of my back including a very thorough massage of my butt. When I turned over my dick was hard and he just kept working on every part of my body. He did my head and neck and then down to my crotch. He massaged my inner thighs until I was aching for release and then he began a combination massage of my dick and a finger in my ass massaging my prostate.
I moaned and sighed and felt the wave approaching. Steve made it so the climax just pushed me deeper into relaxation and I just melted as I shot a load over my stomach. He massaged this into my stomach and chest. He kissed me on the lips and said, "Welcome home!"
I drifted off there on the bed. But when I woke, Mark was sitting nearby and watching me. "You looked so relaxed!" he said.
He helped me up and we went and sat in a whirlpool hot tub for a bit. Walking around dried us off, and then we were back for lunch.
At night time, I asked about going back to my cell. He laughed and said, "That is the arrival room. No one stays there. I think they have it all set up to freak you out, so that when someone comes to get you, you are all grateful and not upset about the new environment.
Over the next couple of days Mark took me through the routine of the place, or the next place as he called it. There were no set schedules, but everyone was expected to work out. That meant some kind of endurance work, some kind of team sports, and some kind of individual sport. Everyone learned everything.
I was clumsy on the rings, but Mark told me I would get it. He looked amazing when he worked out. I remember seeing this on the Olympics, but seeing Mark doing these things naked seemed even more amazing and erotic, too.
The second day, a man came and got me. Not one of the men from our area, but from outside. I hadn't managed to master all the names, but I pretty much knew them by site. This man was shaved from head to toe and in such perfect physical shape and it didn't seem he had an ounce of extra fat on him.
He began by working on various positions for fucking. Some required concentration and strength to achieve. Holding a man up, while he sank onto your dick while you were standing took strength and balance.
After working for an hour on various positions but never cumming, he showed me how he did pull ups until he came. I couldn't imagine doing this. He had never touched himself, he didn't have any additional stimulation, just the act of doing pull ups.
He smiled when he saw my face. "You may get where you can do this as well. It all has to do with contracting your abs and your inner ass muscles until you achieve orgasm."
I scratched my head and said, "If you say so." He laughed as he waved goodbye. He went off to the next room and I never saw how he left our areas.
Mark and I had lots of sex as well and he made me practice what I was learning. He showed me how he stood on his hands so his dick was right at the correct height for me to suck. It amazed me. And then he held me upside down so I could suck him while he worked on my dick. Amazing!
And so the days sped by. Every couple of days men would come in to work with me on sex; various positions; different techniques; how to prolong climax how to make it happen almost instantaneously; bascially how to control when and how you came.
Also learning to control how to make your partner last longer or cum quickly, how to manipulate their pleasure.
One day really stood out. My friend the pull up climaxer, as I liked to call him, came in. He sat with me on a bed. He proceeded to coax seven orgasms out of me in an hour. I hadn't thought it possible. Not much came out the last couple, but I still had felt the power of the climax each time.
He was also the one that worked with me until I could make an orgasm last for several minutes rather than the normal several seconds.
Another time, he sat with me having me edge over and over until I was so close to cumming, but make me stop short of cumming. One way or another he would take me down from the edge, whether it was my a slow crushing of my balls, or a quick flick of his finger to one of my nuts, or a bucket of cold water. We did this for 15 hours. Then we ate, and did it for 3 more hours. Then we slept together, so he could make sure that I didn't cum.
The next day we repeated this again, until I was begging him to let me cum. At the end of the third day, he finally said I could cum. It was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. He smiled as he saw me in the throes of it.
Mark told me afterwards, that I would also have a week or more of wearing a chastity device that would prohibit me from getting hard. And that they orgasm after that would be nearly as intense and I would probably shoot a gallon of cum! I laughed, but believe what he said.
The one that we laughed the most about was making your cum shoot far. We would have contests on who could shoot theirs the furthest. It was all about how you squeezed your dick when you shot and how fast and well you could arch your back. "Loser has to clean up the cum!" was always his favorite bet!
So weeks of this stretched into months until the inevitable happened, and Mark wasn't there one day when I woke up. My depression was palpable. Everyone noticed it and many tried to get me out it.
What finally got me crying and then laughing was when my orgasm teacher as I like to call him, had me see how many times I could make him cum in an hour. On his tenth time, he yelled, "Loser has to clean up the cum!" I started crying for Mark and then laughing because he produced no cum on his tenth and final climax of the hour.
After that, I found a friend named Tom Three and we worked out together, but I never got as close to him as I had to Mark. All I kept going on for was the hope that Mark would be there in the next place.
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