Motorhome Slaveboy 12 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.
This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.
If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.
Chapter 12
Invasion
I woke up suddenly as someone pulled the covers off the bed. My eyes opened to look at the business end of a double-barrel shotgun; I raised my gaze slightly to take in an extremely rough looking young man I had never seen before.
"Hey, I think I've found the head faggot in here," he shouted.
There were a couple different voices responding and then two more strangers entered my bedroom. Each of them was carrying a weapon of some kind; one of them appeared to be female.
"How about that, the two boys are already tied up, saves me the effort." An ugly smile crossed his unshaven face. "Get your ass out of bed, cocksucker," he shouted at me, waving the shotgun around a little but not allowing it to move out of my face.
David and Michael lay there; frozen with fear as yet another stranger entered the room, dragging Karl behind him. Karl's hands had been tied behind him and he didn't look all that much like the Master he was.
"These two appear to be the only ones who aren't either tied up or in a cell. If this old fart isn't the head man, then that one must be." He turned his attention to me. "How about it, faggot? Are you in charge?"
I paused for a moment before replying. "It appears to me that you are the ones in charge right now, I'm unarmed."
"That's right, I guess I am in charge, nice of you to notice. Now, what kind of a fruit farm are you running around here?"
I ignored his question, saying, "This is my home, you have invaded it without an invitation. We would appreciate it if you were to leave at once. There is nothing here worth stealing and if you leave now we won't report this incident to the police."
He shoved the shotgun up under my chin and laughed. "I don't think you'll be reporting anything to anyone for a very long time and we don't have any intention of leaving - in fact, I suspect that we're going to be here for quite some time."
He was interrupted by one of the others. "Hey, get a load of this," he said, pointing into my toy closet that he had just forced open.
"What the fuck is all that stuff?" the shotgun holder asked me.
"It's my toy closet," I replied, holding back the rage that was building inside me. At the moment there was nothing I could do about anything, but...
"Those are some toys, I only had an electric train and some playing cards; perhaps I was deprived as a kid."
More like depraved I said to myself and tried to smile.
"Does all of that stuff work?"
I nodded my head.
"Okay, then let's try some of it out." He pointed to an old iron collar and cuff set that locked around the wearer's neck and held his wrists together directly under the chin. "Put that on the head faggot here, it should keep him out of trouble for the moment."
I didn't offer any assistance, but with the shotgun still pointed at my face, I didn't offer any resistance either, and the rough looking youth who had found my toys managed to securely lock me into the device. I had never before worn this restraint and was surprised to find that it wasn't too uncomfortable. I suspected that I would be able to deal with wearing it for some time, which was good, as I didn't expect to be released any time soon.
"Put the rest of these queers in the cells, keep grandpa there," he pointed at Karl, "in one by himself. I don't want him making any mischief."
The others were led out, leaving me and shotgun boy alone in my bedroom.
"Now I think I get it, the two of you are running a slave farm. These boys are all being trained as sex slaves. When they are trained, you will sell them to other wealthy perverts, who will use and/or abuse them as they see fit. Right?"
I didn't say anything and he took my silence as agreement.
"So when is the big sale?"
"Slavery is against the law, haven't you heard?" I asked, trying to sound serious.
"Yeah sure. So is smoking pot, but has it stopped anyone? Are you going to tell me that all these boys are here, naked, chained up and in cells as some kind of summer camp experience? This sure isn't any kind of reform school. How about we go and ask some of the 'campers'?"
"That won't be necessary, and I don't know why you keep asking questions to which you already know the answers. What I would like to know is what you are doing here and how you got passed my electronic security system undetected?"
"The second part of your question is easy, you haven't been checking the edges of your system - a flash flood washed a gulley under a piece of your fence large enough for a man to crawl through. As for what we want, well, that's a bit more difficult. We thought that this was just an abandoned missile site and that it would make a good place to hide out for a few weeks while we cooked up a few loads of meth. We didn't know anyone was here until we came in and saw all of the RVs and trucks."
"So, now that you know the place is inhabited, you're going to move on, right?" I asked hopefully.
"I don't think so. The kind of operation you're running doesn't include many encounters with outsiders, so the way I see it, things are just about the same as if the place were deserted, only it includes a whole lot of free labor, not to mention sexual relief, in the bargain.
"Now, you're going to show me the control room and how to open the main gates so that I can bring the rest of my people and the vehicles inside."
I decided that no purpose would be served by trying to hold back - the best thing I could do was try to win his confidence and then look for a chance to turn the tables on him. The thought of his bringing more people in didn't cheer me up, but...
In the control room, I turned on the monitor for the main entrance. "Only one of those two gates can be opened at a time due to a special inter-lock system. It was installed by the military and I have not been able to override it," I lied, trying to hold back anything I could while still appearing to cooperate completely. "Once one gate has closed securely there is a 120 second delay before the other one will open. This was to allow security to assure that no one hiding on or under a vehicle and that everyone in the vehicle was who he claimed to be. If an attempt to rush either gate is made large steel pistons shoot up from the ground as a vehicle barrier."
"All this stuff still works?"
"None of it was deactivated when I bought the place and I don't know how to deactivate it so I have to presume it works." Not entirely untrue, I do know how to deactivate it, and have on a couple of occasions, but it all works, I have even conducted tests of the steel posts, and they still work perfectly.
"So how do I bring in my people?"
"Only one vehicle, or group of vehicles at a time, not more than will fill the entryway." I told him what to do and he opened the outside gate. Immediately a large, tractor-trailer rig came around the bend from just beyond camera range and pulled into the entry. I hadn't told him about the other hidden cameras that would have shown his entire party - another secret I might be able to use later.
After the big rig, there was another smaller truck, a motorhome, an old school bus and several motorcycles. It took a total of five cycles for all of his people to gain entrance. It appeared that there were about fifteen of his people and all of them were carrying some kind of firearm, some two or three. Obviously overpowering these guys wasn't going to be easy.
The real surprise came when they opened the door of the school bus and ten teenagers and four adults filed out. All of them were completely naked and had their hands tied behind their backs with what appeared to be duct tape.
He noticed the look of surprise on my face. "You aren't the only one who has been keeping slaves," he said with a leer.
He prodded me out of the control room and we went out to meet the rest of his 'troops'. A look of surprise crossed some faces when they saw me in my naked bondage.
"It appears that we didn't know everything about this place - it isn't abandoned after all. It is some kind of a fairy slave farm and this here is the head faggot. All the rest of them are locked up over there in convenient cells. They have enough handcuffs, leg irons and other restraint devices to tie up a small city so we won't have to keep using duct tape on this group. Also there are plenty of empty cells so that no one is going to be able to try an escape again." He looked directly at one of the two adult males who had some obvious bruises on his face and body.
"Chop, move that lab truck away from everything and start getting things set up. Take the chemists and a couple of guards with you."
The one called Chop nodded to a couple others and then moved off, taking the two captive males with them.
"Get the rest of the vehicles under cover. You two, help show the rest of our guests to their new accommodations." He turned to me, "You too, no sense in you getting yourself a sunburn somewhere you don't want it." He laughed and using his shotgun as a prod, directed me toward the cellblock.
I only had a chance to glance into each of the rooms, but it appeared that they had left the boys where they had been, using one cell for Michael, David, Tim and Kent. Then they put Karl in the next room, where he was alone and couldn't easily communicate with any of the boys. They put me in the cell across from Karl and the two women in the third room in the room. The rest of their captives - there were ten of them, ranging in age from about twelve to sixteen, four girls and six boys - in the next room so I couldn't be sure just how they were separated; however, I heard one of the invaders saying that none of them would be having any fun right away.
None of us had been released from our bondage and while at first I thought this things wasn't all that uncomfortable it was beginning to hurt in several places and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
"What the fuck's going on around here, Cole?" Karl asked once our captors had left the building.
"It appears that we have been invaded by some kind of biker gang that was looking for somewhere to hide. They thought this place was abandoned. They found a weak spot in my security and exploited it, and not it appears that we are their prisoners. I'm not sure just what we can do about this, we can only try to play along and hope that we get a chance to over-power them."
One of the women spoke up, "I wouldn't expect that to happen - they seem to be much better organized than they look. The only time I have had my hands released has been when they felt that the tape was beginning to fail, and then at least two of them stood over me with guns while the tape was removed and replaced. One of the women has given me a shower a couple of times, only she spent more time feeling me up than actually washing me - the same one has helped me to eat if it was something that I couldn't just lap up like a dog."
"My experience is just about the same except that one time one of the guys gave me my shower and he tried to rape me at the same time. The only reason he didn't succeed was that another of the gang came along and he didn't want to seen - it seems that the boss man said to leave us alone so that our husbands would continue to work their meth lab. Joe, my husband, is the one who tried to escape. He managed to work his hands free and get off the bus, only he tripped over one of the guards who was sleeping beside the bus and was caught. They worked him over and told him that if he tried that again they would punish us far worse then they punished him."
"How long have they been holding you?" I asked.
"I've lost track of the days, at least a couple of months."
"Aren't people out looking for you?"
"I don't think so. Our two families won a motorhome vacation a while back and decided to use it this summer. As soon as school was out, we took off to see the country. Since the motorhomes were so large we let each of the kids bring along one friend, we didn't have any set travel plans, just that we had to be home in time for school in September.
"We were camping along the coast when some of these freaks invaded our campsite. When they discovered that our husbands were chemists they decided we were just what they needed. They arranged an accident where the two motorhomes were swept into a swollen river and taken out to sea. They showed us the newspaper stories about them finding the motorhomes and suspecting that the bodies had been washed on out to sea. They searched for a few days and then call it off. Everyone thinks we are dead, and in a way I suspect they are right - I'm sure these guys don't intend to allow us ever get away from them alive."
"They do seem to be fairly well organized, I'll give them that; however, perhaps we can end up using that against them," Karl said in a thoughtful voice. "As I was brought in I noticed that Willy wasn't in his cell. If he was down with James when the invasion happened he would still be on the outside. He is a very resourceful boy, maybe he will think of something."
There was a loud crash and the sound of feet as several people came into the cell block. There was the sound of opening doors and a couple of boy's voices raised up in pain. Eventually they came into our block.
"Everyone on your feet!" one of our captors shouted. "Our leader is going to tell everyone just what is going to happen around here and then you are going to witness a punishment session so that you will know just what will happen should any of you decide to misbehave in the future."
The cell doors were opened and we joined the march outside into the bright sunny day. All of Karl and my boys were there, all of them now had their hands cuffed behind them and several were wearing leg irons. The ten boys and girls who had been being held captive by the biker gang were there too, the duct tape that had been holding their arms behind them now replaced by pairs of my handcuffs. Two of the bikers came up behind each of the women, replacing the tape on their wrists with steel cuffs as well.
The two chemists were standing to one side of the gang leader. Lying on a table in front of the leader was what appeared to be the body of one of the bikers.
"This is the remains of friend Stomper, he died quickly and in a great deal of pain because he tried some of the drugs that these two were supposed to be making for us. He died because the drugs were poisoned. This was murder. The penalty for murder is death! You killed one of ours, now it is only right that I kill one of yours. I'm not sure which of you prepared the poison so I'm going to have to punish both of you. Bring up the women."
The same bikers who had cuffed the two women now grasped them by the arms and pulled them up to the front of the group.
He held up two syringes. "One of these contains the same dose that killed Stomper, the other one is just water. I'm going to inject one into each of these women and then we are all going to watch one of them die in agony. Anyone who tries to turn their head away will be brought up here to experience, first hand, the same thing. Any questions?"
There was a deathly silence as he lay down on of the syringes and motioned for one of the now struggling women to be brought forward. He stuck the syringe into his buttocks and shot home the fluid. A moment later, he did the same with the other syringe into the other woman's ass. The two women stood there, waiting for something to happen, feeling certain that one of them was going to die right here and now. It was as if the entire camp was holding its breath. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a couple of minutes the supposedly dead Stomper stood up from where he was lying on the table with a big laugh as if this were all a very funny joke. You could feel the relief that spread through the group of captives as we realized that no one had died or was going to die - at least right now.
The gang leader, 'Shotgun' was the name I had assigned him in my mind, stepped back in front of the group. As I glanced around I noticed that all of the other gang members had formed a kind of parameter around the captives, not that any of us were going anywhere in our current condition, and all of them seemed to have their weapons at the ready. Were they going to just kill us all, right here and now? The thought was scary, but there wasn't anything I could do, at least right at the moment.
"Okay, not I want everyone to look up here, anyone who turns away or tries to avert their eyes will be joining the action and I don't think any of you are going to want to do that." His face showed an evil leer. "Bring in the accused," he called in a loud voice.
Two very large guys came out from somewhere behind him, between them they half led, half dragged a third, much smaller, guy; also dressed in the same kind of denims all of the gang members seemed to wear. They stopped directly in front of 'Shotgun.'
"I'm told that you were found drunk on guard duty again, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"I wasn't drunk, I'd just had a little sip to hold off the boredom, that's all."
"A little sip? You were so drunk they had to carry you back to your bunk. And this isn't the first time either, is it?"
He wobbled a bit on his feet and I'm sure he would have fallen down if the other two hadn't been supporting him. "Uh, n-n-no," he finally managed to say.
"It isn't the second time either, is it?"
He hung his head and mumbled something.
"Speak up, I want everyone to hear you!" Shotgun demanded.
"N-no, it isn't," he finally managed to say in a voice that carried enough to be heard.
"And what is the rule around here about such things?"
"Uh, uh, th-three strikes and you're out?" This time his voice seemed to have both questions and fear in it.
"So this is your third strike, right?"
"If you say so, b-b-but I wasn't drunk, really I wasn't." He sounded like he was pleading now.
"Boys..." Shotgun nodded to the two guys on either side of the prisoner.
They ripped the logo off the back of his denim vest and handed it to their leader.
"No, please, anything but that," the small man begged.
The leader showed no emotion, just nodded his head.
One of the two guys took hold of both of the smaller man's arms, pulling them behind him while the other pulled out an extremely large knife that he then used to begin shredding the sobbing man's clothing. In less than a minute the prisoner was as naked as any of us in the audience, only then did I notice that he wasn't much more than a boy himself - his almost hairless body said they he couldn't be much more than 16, if that.
Two more of the gang members brought out what appeared to be a steel strong-box. One of them opened the lid and the first two picked up the naked boy and placed him in the box, pressing down on his shoulders until he was bent over inside the box. The lid was pressed back over the top and a catch was hooked, fastening it into place.
"Here, lock it with this," Shotgun said, throwing a heavy padlock to one of the guys beside the steel box.
The lock was snapped into place. The boy inside the box could be heard crying, begging to be released.
"He will be left right here in the middle of the yard as a reminder to everyone of what happens when they don't do exactly what they're told to do." He held up a key. "This is the only key there is for that lock." He dropped the key into a small glass which began to bubble and boil. "And that is acid, so now there isn't any key for that lock. Remember, there is plenty of room for more boxes out here in the middle. All of you will do anything you're told, at once, or you'll be right here too. An important reminder for our prisoners - you don't get three strikes - your first error is your last one. Remember that!
"Take them back to their cells." He turned without another glance at the box and headed toward what had been my apartment.
We were all herded back into our cells, I only had a quick moment to speak with David, but he told me that Willy wasn't among the captives - perhaps there was still hope. We were just going to have to do whatever our captors wanted until something happened.
The door to the room where our three cells were was closed so I couldn't see anything. I did hear cell doors opening and closing as well as muffled shouts and an occasional cry of pain, so I knew that some of the other captives were being taken in and out, only I couldn't be sure just what was happening.
Two of the biker dudes came in and pulled Michael and I out of our cell. He grunted something about his boss wanting to see us. We didn't know what he wanted, but we were sure it wasn't anything good.
We were led into Master Cole's play room where the head biker had set himself up on the sofa at one end of the room. There were two of the saw horses set up in the middle of the room. One of the biker chicks was curled up beside him with her hand inside his pants.
"Uncuff the faggots," he said to one of the other guys in the room.
Once our hands were released, it took a minute for us to be able to move our arms after their having been tied behind us for so long.
"Don't get too comfortable, I have some other plans for you," he said with a sneer.
Two of the bikers took hold of each of us and bent up over the saw horses, locking our wrists and ankles in place so that we were held immobile with our asses pointing up in the air.
"Judging from the 'toys' around here you little fags must enjoy having your asses beat, so lets see how much you enjoy the action I have planned for you."
Two of the bikers took up wooden paddles and swung them through the air a couple of times, causing a loud whistling sound as the air flowed through the holes in their long flat sides. After a couple more practice swings, the first strokes landed on our helplessly exposed butts. A rain of blows started falling, much faster and harder than I had ever experienced before. I heard Michael start to scream from the pain, I wanted to hold back, not give the sadistic bastard the satisfaction of having me cry or beg him to stop, only the pain so much too intense. Finally, I too screamed in agony as the blows struck one after another on my buttocks and thighs. I could feel something wet running down my legs and figured that it was blood. I had never felt anything as severe before.
I had been paddled and spanked by Master Cole and Rev. Johnson had given me some 'whooping' I'll never forget, but none of them compared to the beating I was taking at the hands of these biker dudes.
Eventually, the leader told them to stop. The two of them stood back, they too were covered with sweat from their efforts only they weren't in pain.
"What's the matter, can't you little fags take it?" he said with a laugh. Next, he turned to one of the others and said something I couldn't hear. A few minutes later two of the older boys from the group they had brought with them were led into the room. The two boys obviously had been held captive for some time: their hair was tangled and they both were unwashed.
"Why'd you do that to those two - I'm sure they didn't do anything to you," one of the boys asked to the room in general.
The leader stood up, pulling the girl with him as he stepped up to the helpless boy and slapped him across the face. "No one told you to speak, brat," he snarled. "Children just don't give their elders any respect now days."
A small trickle of blood ran from the corner of the boy's mouth where a ring on the biker's hand had cut the skin. The boy said nothing more, but the look in his eyes was one of pure hatred.
"Our little fags here have been out of action for too long so I decided to show that I was a considerate man and have you two provide the servicing they need."
"We're not queer, we don't play that way," the boy said, showing a bravado that I wasn't sure he felt.
"Let me explain just what's going to happen here - the two of you are either going to fuck these two fags or you're going to join them on these two additional saw horses and experience twice the beating they have taken, after which you will be fucked as well."
If there were any color left in the two boy's faces, it drained away. I moved my head a bit and noted that neither of them was exceptionally large so taking them would be far easier than the beating we had already taken.
The leader climbed back on to his sofa, the girl never losing her hold on his crotch. "I do see a problem, you can't fuck with a soft dick, now can you?" he said looking at the two boy's flaccid cocks.
"You," he pointed to one of the boys, "Get your friend nice and hard, now!"
"Sir, how can I do that with my hands tied?" he asked.
"I guess you'll just have to use something else, then won't you? Get down on your knees and start sucking."
I could see a look of total fear; obviously, he had never done something like that before.
"Now, or you both will be sorry," the leader shouted.
The boy dropped down to his knees, mumbled something to his friend and reluctantly took his friend's organ in his mouth. Slowly he worked his tongue around the organ, taking more and more of it into his mouth. At the same time the boy's cock started to grow until it was standing out from his body at a 90 degree angle. The standing boy started to get into the action, pushing his hips forward as the other naked young man sucked more of the rigid tool into his mouth. Before either of them knew exactly what had happened the hard male pole was buried all the way and the kneeling boy had his nose buried in his partner's pubic hair.
"Okay, that's enough, I don't want you cumming in his mouth, I want that saved for the slave." The leader motioned to one of his cronies and the two boys were pulled apart.
"Go ahead and release his hands, he isn't going anywhere. If he even starts to look like he isn't doing exactly as he is told you can give him a good jolt with that cattle prod." The leader laughed.
I felt the boy start to press his hips against my well beaten ass as his now rock-hard cock found the entrance to my asshole. A couple of drops of pre-cum were the only lubrication; however, it seemed to be enough as he pressed forward until the mushroom shaped head of his prick pushed its way through my slowly relaxing sphincter. I clamped down on his glans, trying to give myself a bit of time to adjust to the invader before he started pushing himself deeper into my guts.
At the same time, I heard Michael grunt as the other boy began to shove his tool into his abused rectum. I cried out in pain as the boy fucking me pressed himself heavily against my battered body, pushing himself deep inside me as every nerve ending cried out with pain from his touch. I wondered if I would ever be able to sit down again.
Tied as we were there wasn't much we could do to assist the boys plowing into our captive assholes except to try to tighten down on the invading poles and try to make them cum as fast as possible. I wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but I knew that I wasn't going to be able to handle much more of the pain caused by his thrusting his groin against my badly abused butt. At the same time I could feel my own cock beginning to rise to the occasion as he rubbed his pole over my prostate as he continued to plow his way up into my guts.
My rectal assailant took hold of my hips as he plowed deeper and deeper into my abused anus until I felt his body seemed to tense up and I knew that he was about to shoot his load of boy cream into me. At the same time I felt my own orgasm building and knew that there was nothing I could do to stop myself from shooting. With a loud roar he blew his load into me, that was the final trigger and I shot my spunk onto the floor directly beneath the saw horse over which I was tied. I managed to glance over at Michael and saw that he had also shot a load onto the floor.
"Well, will you look at that, the two fags still managed to cum after the beatings we gave them, I guess they loved it. Next time we'll use one of those whips, maybe they'll cum even before someone fucks them." The biker leader seemed to be enjoying the show; his girl-friend was now down between his legs giving him a blow-job as he held on to her head and moved her up and down his cockshaft.
"Take the four faggots back to their cells," he said. "On second thought, put the four of them in a cell together," he added with a laugh.
The boy was abruptly pulled off my back and by the time I had been released from my bent over position he was standing beside his friend; both of them once again had their hands tied behind them. Michael and I were having a difficult time standing after the combined effects of the beating and fucking we had been given, so we were almost half-dragged back to the cell block.
This time we were taken into a block where there was no one in any of the cells. The four of us were roughly shoved into one small cell and our captors started to lock the door and leave.
"Hey," one of the bikers said, "why don't we give these cocksuckers a little something to keep them occupied for the evening?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Oh, I don't know, perhaps a bit of bondage sculpture," he said with an evil grin. "Bring me one of those boxes of equipment."
It didn't take me very long to figure out just what the biker had in mind. He pushed all four of us down onto the floor. When one of the other boys started to protest, he got a solid kick in the side for his efforts. After that, the two of them just kept their mouths shut and did exactly as they were told.
In a couple of minutes, he had me and the boy who had fucked me lying in a 69 position. When the other boy didn't seem to want to open his mouth, he got another kick in the ribs. When he opened his mouth to cry out in pain my cock was stuffed into him like a gag. Using rope, chain and duct tape we were tied together in such a manner that we could not get the other guy's cock out of our mouth. Michael and the other boy were quickly tied in the same manner. Duct tape was wrapped around us until we could barely move and there was no way that we could work our way free.
"Hey, look at these," one of the bikers said holding up fairly good-sized butt plugs. "What say we plug up both ends on these little fags?"
"I don't know, they might like it," was one reply.
"Well, I guess they can have some fun too, only I think these would work better." He held up a plug that was as big around as his fist.
The boy I was tied to tried to cry out, saying that he couldn't take anything that large in his asshole, but most of what he said was muffled by my cock that was stuffed in his mouth. I couldn't see just what they were doing, but after trying to press one of the plugs into my asshole dry they decided that they would have to lube it up if they wanted it to work. I felt them squirting some cool lubricant on my rosebud and then again the monster butt-plug started working its way inside me. The pain was intense, I had never had anything that large inside me before; however, just before I passed out from the pain I felt it pop in and my sphincter slammed shut on the base of the plug. I doubt that I had ever felt that full before and my anus hurt like hell - at the same time my erection, trapped in the other boy's mouth swelled even more and I knew that I would end up shooting my second load into his mouth regardless of if I wanted to or now.
I felt the pressure of his groin against my face as they started working another of the huge rubber plugs into the other boy's asshole. The living gag in his mouth muffled his cries, but I could feel his tears running across my thigh as he wept from the pain.
I heard muffled cries from Michael and his bondage mate as two more plugs were inserted and then when they were through the bastards gave each of us a couple more kicks just for the hell of it before they locked the cell door and walked away laughing about what they had just done.
I heard one of them ask the other, "What if one of them has to pee?"
"His cocksucking buddy will just have to drink it then, I guess." He laughed and they were out of earshot.
The boy I was tied to heard them too. "Please, don't pee in my mouth," he mumbled, tears flowing faster than ever.
I didn't say anything, as I knew that before very long I was going to both cum and piss in his mouth and there wasn't anything either of us could do about it.
The two women were trying to comfort each other as much as they could. Finally, one of them turned to me, "What kind of a place have you been running here? Why do you have all those boys around here? Why is everyone in cells? Why..."
"Stop for a minute, at least give me a chance to answer before you ask another question," I said interrupting her verbal flow.
"If you stop and think about it, I'm sure you can answer most of your questions yourself. At the moment none of them really make any difference, we are all in the same boat and those biker dudes are in control. They have broken into my home and taken all of us prisoner, just as they have you."
She nodded and resumed sobbing for a moment.
There wasn't much else to say. A bit later, a couple of the bikers brought in some sort of stew in bowls. When I asked how we were to eat with our hands tied, they just laughed and said it was our problem. The end result was that we all had to lap it up like a dog. I had required many a slave boy to do this, but it had been an awful long time since I'd had to do it myself.
It had been a long day and we were all exhausted, even in my current situation I fell asleep while listening to the sounds of people coming and going from some of the other cell blocks. I later learned that before the night was over almost all of the other prisoners had been either used by or required to perform for their captors.
As I started to open the door at the top of the elevator shaft, I sensed that something was wrong - there were strange voices coming from the main compound. As far as I knew I was the only one wandering around, all of the other boys were secured in their cells and both Master Karl and Master Cole had gone to bed as well. I had slipped back down to see James and once again try to reason with him - if he continued the way he was going his was going to be an extremely difficult life. I knew that there were several guys who came to the auctions looking for a boy like him. They enjoyed breaking him both physically and mentally and regardless of how strong he thought he was there was no way he would be able to resist forever.
I slipped into the shadows and watch as several people, clad in dark denims searched the compound. It didn't take them very long to find where the Masters were sleeping. I wasn't sure just who they were, but I doubted that they were from any government agency.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I continued to watch as the gates were opened and the new vehicles entered. When they herded the naked captives out into the compound I first thought that they were more of Master Karl's friends, but then I say Master Cole standing there, naked, with his hands tied directly under his chin and I knew that we had been invaded.
The door to the missile silo was somewhat hidden and no one came near - I moved around, staying under cover and trying to see just what was happening without being seen myself and what I saw wasn't pretty. There were always at least six of the bikers around the motorhome that they had parked alone away from the main compound and the odor that emanated from it said they were using it as some sort of a drug lab.
I found a better position from which I could see most of the main compound and even hear some of what was being said. I watched as the entire camp was brought out for the little theatre presentation regarding the quality of the drugs and then saw them put one of their own number in the box. It was obvious to me that the biker leader had every intention to allowing him to die there.
Master Cole had stored emergency food and water stocks in a couple of places, so I was able to get myself something to eat and even bring some food and water down to James. I didn't tell him what was happening, but I did give him more rations that before so that he would be able to keep up his strength in case I needed him.
It was quite late before the camp settled down for the night - there had been a couple of sex shows in the main compound for the entertainment of the bikers and from time to time I heard the boy in the box calling out for mercy - something that only brought laughter from the other bikers.
After no one had moved for about half an hour, I slipped down into the compound with a set of special lock picks I found in one of the supply caches. I opened the lock and lifted the lid on the box - the stench was almost overwhelming. The young man inside was only about half conscious, but the fresh air started to revive him rapidly.
"W-w-who are you?" he asked hoarsely.
I didn't say anything, just helped him to stand up and get out of the box. When he started to say something else, I placed my hand over his mouth.
"I'll explain everything later, just stay silent or you'll end up back in there," I pointed to the box as I closed and relocked it.
I half led half carried him back into the rocks beyond the lights in the central compound. Once we were safely out of sight I let him sag to the ground and handed him a bottle of water I had cached there earlier. I let him take a couple of swallows and then took it away.
"Not too much all at once, it will only make you sick. There's plenty more where this came from," I whispered when he reached up to try to take the bottle back.
"Who are you?" he asked again, his voice a bit stronger this time.
"Does it really matter? I released you from what we both know was your death cell. Keep your voice down or you'll be right back in there."
He looked like he was going to ask something else, but stopped when I handed back the water bottle. He took a couple more swallows and then lowered the bottle on his own as I started to reach for it.
"Would you like some?" he asked.
"Not right now, I have plenty more and I haven't been caged out in the sun for half the day."
He took another swallow and then sagged back onto the ground.
"If you feel strong enough we need to move farther away, there is still a chance that someone might accidentally find us here."
He struggled to his feel and with my assistance managed to make it all the way back to the entrance to the elevator shaft. I opened the door and we both stumbled into the small lobby.
When I pushed the button that opened the elevator door he gave an audible gasp, "What is this place?"
"An old missile silo and a really good place to hide," I said as the elevator started moving down to the control room.
He slumped against the wall of the elevator. When the elevator stopped and the doors slid open his first sight of the control room brought an involuntary whistle of amazement, "God, this looks like the control room on a rocket ship."
"In a manner of speaking that's exactly what it is. This is the room from which the missile in the silo was fired and controlled in flight."
He sagged down into one of the chairs at the control desk. I handed him a second bottle of water and he took another long drink. About this time, I heard James calling up, telling me that he was thirsty.
My new arrival jerked his head up as he heard James' voice. "Who's that?" he asked, looking around the room, trying to see where the voice was coming from.
I opened the door into the silo, "Hold on, there have been some major changes around here, and not for the better."
I closed the door and turned to my new charge, "Why don't we start out by you telling me your name?"
He glared at me for a moment and then said, "Spider, they call me Spider, or did."
"Okay, well my name is Willy and the boy in there is James."
Spider nodded, "Why doesn't he come in here?"
"He can't. He is at the bottom of the silo. He was put there for punishment."
"What kind of a place is this? Why are you running around buck naked?"
"I'm naked because I'm Master Karl's slave and he likes his slaves kept naked. This is Master Cole's retreat, he lives here when he's not on the road."
"And all the rest of those naked boys in the cells are also slaves?"
"Right."
"But you're not in a cell..."
"Right again, however, I'm quite happy as Master Karl's slave while many of the others aren't necessarily here of their own free will."
"And you offered yourself up to be his slave?" He gave me a look of complete disbelief.
"No, my father sold me to him when I was ten years old because he found out that I was gay and he couldn't deal with it. Slavery is the only life I've ever known since then. Master Karl treats me well and I have earned his trust."
"What did, uh, James do to get put down there?"
"I guess you could say it is more of what he didn't do - he resisted a bit too hard when he found out that he was to become a slave. His isolation down there is a way to show him the error of his ways.
"Not all of the slave boys here are here willingly, or even as the result of their parents selling them. Many were either picked up hitching or in various other ways - they weren't given a choice, but as long as they behave they can expect a fairly good life and eventually they will be released, most often with enough money/education to live a good life."
"What if they're not gay?"
I shrugged, "That was not something that had ever been a problem - almost any boy can adjust to gay sex if it is a condition of life. As someone once said, 'A hard dick has no conscience.'"
Spider nodded. "So what do we do now?"
"A very good question; however, I have an even more important one."
Spider gave me a questioning look.
"Where do you stand in all of this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you arrived here as part of the invading army. Now do you intend to try to buy your way back into the gang's good graces by telling them about me the first chance you get?"
"He was trying to kill me in a most hideous way. Why would I want to help him?"
"I don't know, I wouldn't, but I'm not you. The problem is: 'Can I trust you?'"
"What do I have to do to prove myself?"
"I'm not sure, I want to trust you. Actually, I need to trust you if I'm going to try to help regain control here. I'm just wondering if I would be better off just putting you down in the silo with James."
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "You rescued me from what was obviously intended to be a death sentence, you didn't have to do that - you risked your own life for mine and as far as you knew I was just one more of the enemy. Now I owe you my life, I guess in your world that makes me your slave."
"Only I'm a slave myself, I can't own anything, or anyone."
"Then I must be your Master's property and I will need to do whatever I need to do to help you put him back in the driver's seat around here."
I looked him over, I wasn't sure if he really understood just what he was asking to become, for that matter I didn't know anything about him either. This was the sort of thing that I would have always just left to Master Karl to decide; only this time I couldn't do that.
"What's your real name?" I had to start somewhere.
"Charles Emmett, only I hate it. I took the name Spider when I joined the bikers."
"Why?"
"I just liked how it sounded, tough, dangerous."
"How old are you and where are you from?"
He paused for a moment. "Okay, the truth, I just turned sixteen. My father told me I was old enough to take care of myself and took off while I was in school one day. When the rent was up the landlord told to pay or leave - I didn't have much money so I packed my few clothes and left."
"What about your mother?"
"She died when I was very small. I lived with my grandparents until they died, then I ended up with the old man. He was a drunk and not much good, but he was all the family I had. He did work enough to keep food on the table until he left."
It didn't sound like he had exactly had an easy life, but that didn't mean that he was going to be a willing slave. I still wasn't all that sure about trusting him, and that was what I was going to have to do if I was going to have any assistance.
Spider dropped down to his knees in front of me, running his hands over my hips and down my thighs. "I don't know too much about being a slave, but I'm sure that one of a slaves duties is provide proper sexual relief to his Master."
I looked down at him, I guess there were questions in my eyes.
"I know what I'm doing. I've had more sex with guys than I've ever had with girls and I can't just stand here and keep looking at that lovely tool hanging between your legs any longer - that is if you will allow me to service you."
I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled his face toward my groin. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue and began to lick at the head of my cock. His touch was electric and my member began to grow. I wouldn't have believed it would happen under these circumstances, but I guess it really is true; a hard cock has no conscience. While his hands massaged my thighs as he used his tongue to guide my rapidly hardening manhood into his open and waiting mouth.
It quickly became obvious that he had sucked more than one cock. He laved my cock with his tongue, washing around the head and trying to work the tip of his tongue into my piss slit. At the same time, his hands worked their way up and down my thighs and under my nuts until he started rubbing his finger across the brown puckered rosebud of my anus. He knew just what to do to bring me maximum pleasure.
I looked down and between his legs his six inches of circumcised boy-meat was growing out from the brown pubic bush. I leaned back against the control desk behind me and used one foot to slowly massage his cock, bringing a drip of pre-cum out to slowly string its way down to the floor.
Spider pulled back, releasing my cock from its captivity within his hot moist oral cavity long enough to ask if I wanted to fuck him instead of having him suck me off.
"Master Karl has said that I need his permission before I'm allowed to fuck anyone," I said in reply.
"But you can't ask him right now," he said.
"True, but part of being a slave is knowing that you must follow the last order you are given, even if your Master isn't around to see if you're doing as you were told. If you really want to be my slave, and in truth Master Karl's slave, you will have to understand that. Even if I am able to rescue him I would still be punished if he found that I had fucked you without his permission."
Spider gave me a look that said he didn't understand, but he would agree if that were what was required.
I took his head in my hands again and turned his face up toward mine, "He didn't say that I couldn't have a 69 with you." I dropped down to my knees and began rearranging the two of us until we were both lying on the floor with a rigid cock in front of our faces.
I opened my mouth and licked a couple of drops of pre-cum from the head of his cock while he did the same for me. His cock was not as large as Master Karl's and I had no trouble at all deep-throating him, working the mushroom-shaped cockhead with my throat muscles. He tried to do the same for me only he hadn't had the same amount of experience and the first time my cockhead filled his throat he began to gag and had to pull back until he was able to get himself back under control.
Again, he tried and this time I felt his throat open and allow my cockhead entry. His attempts to swallow me down provided the added stimulation I needed to start stirring cum in my nuts. At the same time, I felt his nut sac drawing up into his scrotum and knew that it wouldn't be long before each of would be flooding the other with hot jets of milky jism.
We both pulled back enough that when our cocks began to pour out their loads the tasty cream was able to cross our taste buds. His cum was the kind of salty/sweet that only comes from a young boy, it was delicious and apparently he felt mine was equally tasty as once the first couple of blasts made their way down into his stomach he held some of the thick fluid in his mouth and seemed to be savoring its flavor.
I pulled myself from his cock and turned so that we were able to engage in a great open-mouth kiss, mixing and exchanging our loads before swallowing the last drops.
We lay back on the floor, our hands wandering back and forth across each other's bodies while be both drifted in the after-glow of a delightful sexual explosion.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I was jarred awake by the sound of the elevator starting on its way up to the upper lobby.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry it has taken me so long to get this next chapter posted. I have recently moved and it has taken up most of my time setting up a new household and getting myself back into some kind of a regular schedule. I do hope that you will find this chapter worth the wait.
I was going to say that I'm sorry about leaving it with a cliff-hanger, but that wouldn't be true. I'm not exactly sure just how Willy is going to get things reversed, or what is going to happen to all of the outsiders that have invaded Cole's home - I'm open to any suggestions anyone might have about just how to do this - if your ideas fit I might just use them, otherwise I'll find an answer myself. I don't expect it to take as long for the next chapter. Thanks for waiting for this one.
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