Date: Tue, 18 Oct 2005 14:49:51 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul?-19

"Don, this is Jed, security is concerned with Glenn, it
seems his car is still in the parking lot at a mall in
Scottsdale, but he is moving north along 87 towards Payson.
Do you know of any explanation?"

"No I don't, I think we should treat this as if he has been
abducted.  I wouldn't want to lose any time because we
didn't take action.  Start the crisis procedures for an
abduction. Security should have the complete checklist and
know all the appropriate steps.  I'll notify Craig, Greg and
Ted. I'll let you know if there is any thing else they want
to do."

"Yes sir I'll get things started, let me know if there is
any thing else I can do."

"I will, and pray everything will be all right."

"Yes Sir"

"Craig, this is Don, there is a possibility that Glenn may
have been abducted.  Is Greg and Ted with you?"

"Yes Greg is and I can get Ted on the line right away.  Do
we know where he is headed?"

"Thanks to that locator in his id bracelet we were alerted
that he was moving north on 87 towards Payson, Arizona.  At
the same time the locator in his car wasn't moving from its
position in Scottsdale.  An alert monitor questioned it and
brought it to Jed's attention.  He called me and I told him
to proceed with security as if it were an abduction because
I honestly think it is.  Glenn has not presented any
problems and I can't understand any reason why he would
leave his car and travel otherwise.  I would just like to
know who could be behind this."

"You know this is a contingency we have always felt we
needed to be prepared for, that's why we designed the id
bracelets and insist everyone wear one, so hopefully we will
be able to keep on top of things and get him back before any
harm could come to him. I'll have Jed and Ted spearhead the
search along with our specialist from security."

" OK, Let me know if there is anything else I can do and
keep me posted, please," said Don.

"Jed, this is Craig, I have called Ted and he is on the way
to meet with you.  I presume vehicles have been moved into
position to track the vehicle carrying Glenn."

"Yes Sir, there are a number of vehicles that were called
into position and we are keeping them a safe distance but
within site of the van the signal is coming from."

"I would like to know who is behind this so I think it would
be best if we just keep them under observation for now.  As
soon as they arrive at their destination or if there seems
to be a danger for Glenn go in and get him otherwise let's
hang back and see if we can get more information first.  His
safety is the highest priority so at cost be sure he is
safe."

"They have pulled into a deserted building in Payson,  three
men walked Glenn into the building.  He appears to be all
right though they have him bound and gagged.  He was walking
on his own with one of the men leading him by his arm.
Within a few minutes we should be able to set up
eavesdropping equipment ready to listen in on whatever is
going on in the building.  Would you like for us to patch it
across so you can listen as well?" said Ted.

"Yes do that as soon as possible, perhaps we can hear
something that will allow us to take action quicker and get
Glenn out of there," said Craig.

"The equipment is in place, I'll set up the patch. The next
thing you hear should be the abductors sir."

"Well, Glenn you certainly have caused some people a lot of
problems.  Don't worry we aren't going to hurt you.  We are
just going to hold you until our boss gets here then it will
be up to him what he wants to do."

A series of tones were heard as a cell phone was being
dialed.  Another moment and the call evidently was answered.
"The pain in the ass is with us now boss.  Yes, sir, no
problem we picked him up in a men's store in Scottsdale.
You want us to hold him till you get here? You'll get here
tomorrow?  Should one of us pick you up at the airport?  No
problem, Sky Harbour at 3:30 in the afternoon.  Sure not a
problem.  Any thing else you want us to do till then?  Just
keep an eye on him and give him something to eat.  Ok will
do, see you tomorrow boss."

"Greg, let's start checking, can we get that number dialed
from the tones we heard."

"I think so, I'll have the techs get started on it.  As soon
as we have a name we can check for what flight the person is
on, and decide what to do from here."

"Good, let's get moving, I don't want Glenn there any longer
than he has to be."

"Why are you doing this to me?" asked Glenn as the tape was
ripped away from his mouth.

"Like I said before, you have caused a lot of problems for
some people and it's time for you to pay for it.  It's not
up to me to tell you anything else, so don't bother to ask.
You'll find out in time.  Tomorrow you'll get what you
deserve you little fag," said the guy in charge."

"Sir, this is John in the technical support area.  We have
been able to track the tones to a number and find the
listing."

"Good, and the listing belongs to?" asked Greg.

"It belongs to a Matthew Daniels, Sir."

"Do we know anything about this Daniels guy?  See what you
can find out and let me know by the time he lands tomorrow.
Check on his flight and let me know what flight, gate etc. "

"Yes Sir shouldn't be any problem Sir."

"Ted, the boss is a Matthew Daniels, he was the one called.
I want you to take whatever force you need and rescue Glenn.
Bring his abductors back here.  We should be able to get the
information we need."

It only took a matter of minutes.  A squad of twenty men
entered the building form all four sides at the same time.
They had timed the assault when one of the men had made a
trip to the bathroom.  Needless to say they all got caught
with their pants down, just one physically as well as
figuratively.  Each man on the team had been trained
properly and the three abductors were in cuffs and being led
out the door before they knew what had hit them.  Glenn was
released from his bonds and assisted out of the building by
Jed.

Jed drove Glenn back to Scottsdale with another of the men
riding along.

"Glenn, would you like for me to have someone drive your car
home for you, I imagine you are a little to shook up to
drive right now aren't you?" asked Jed.

"I do want to go home but would you mind if I drove my own
car and just followed you?" answered Glenn.

"Sure son, but are you sure you can drive?"

"I think I need to, is that OK?"

"All right, but let's just be careful, Don would be the
first to ream me a new asshole if anything happened to you,
Greg and Craig wouldn't leave anything left of me for Mars
to get once Don was done."

"I understand, and truthfully I appreciate it.  Did you find
out who was behind my abduction today?" asked Glenn.

"We did, but I think it would be best if Don, Greg or Craig
discussed that with you."

"OK if you say so,  I've learned it's best for me not to
argue with any of you guys and you've all been too good to
me for me to do so anyway."

"You are getting smart. Just rest, we should be at your car
within the next half and hour."

"Mr. Bellows, the men have been brought into the facility."

"Put them each in a separate interrogation room, they should
have been brought in separate and I want them to be kept
separate.  I do not want them to be able to talk to each
other at any time."

"Yes Sir, I believe that is the way they were being handled,
but I will see to it."

Craig entered the first room to find one of the assistants
cuffed to the table.

"I understand you were the driver of the van?" inquired
Craig.

"I don't know what you are talking about?" replied the man.

"Look, Steve, yes I know your name, Steve, we had you under
observation from ten miles outside of Payson so I know you
were driving.  Would you like to volunteer the information I
want or shall we force the information out of you?" said
Craig.

"Who were you working for?" asked Steve.

"I only know Ron the guy that was in charge, he hired me a
week ago and told me he pay me a thousand dollars to follow
his instructions.  He said we would abduct some rich kid but
then would turn him over to his boss and we would get out.
We weren't going to hurt the kid just hold him for someone
else.  He didn't tell me anything else.  That's all I know."

"I'm glad you decided to share that with me, are you sure
you don't have anything else to add?"

"Nothing else, I swear that's all I know."

"Fine then I'll take your story in your own writing, I want
you to write out your total involvement in this whole
scheme."

"And then what are you going to do with it?  If I write that
out it could put me away for a long time."

"Let's just say its either take your chances with that or
the alternative will tie you up for the rest of your life.
Of course even if you do write it out where you would end up
going could bring a sooner end to your life."

"Look man I've been in the joint before and I know what can
happen if word gets around that you're in because you did
something against a kid.  I'm as good as dead the minute I
would go in.  I don't think I want to deal with that."

"Fine, your choice, I take it you chose the alternative?"
asked Craig.

"Do I really have any choice, I think you pretty well have
me by the balls here don't you?" replied Steve.

"Your choice, sign here."

"This is an agreement for voluntary servitude!"

"You have a choice, which is it, the joint or voluntary
servitude?"

"Like I said you have me by the balls, I'll sign."

"Since I have you by the balls as you put it, let's see
them.  Strip!"

"What?"

"You heard me, Strip! or, I will have a guard come in and do
it for you," ordered Craig.

Craig buzzed and a guard entered the room.  "This inductee
is waiting to strip for us, would you please unfasten his
cuffs and standby in case he needs any assistance?"

The guard pulled a key form his chain and unfastened the
cuffs releasing Steve's wrists from the table.

Shaking and with a look of disbelief Steve stood and after
rubbing his wrists began to unbutton his shirt. As he pulled
it out of his trousers he removed it completely and started
to toss it on the table.

"Fold all articles of clothing and stack them neatly as they
are removed," ordered Craig.

His shoes followed his tee shirt then his socks.  He placed
the shoes to the side of his shirts and then folded his
socks and stuffed them into the shoes.  He undid his belt
pulling it from his trousers and rolling it neatly placing
it too within one of his shoes.  His trousers came next and
after the contents of his pockets were laid upon the table,
he folded the trousers and placed them neatly on top of the
stack.

He stood placing his hands on his sides.  The shame on his
face was evident as he held his head slightly bowed and
looked towards the floor.

"I said strip! Do I need to keep telling you what to do?"

With a sigh of resignation Steve placed his thumbs in the
waist of his briefs and slowly pushed them down and added
them to the stack. As soon as the briefs were on the pile he
moved his hands in front of him to hide his genitals.

"Hands at your sides! There is no reason to hide anything as
it now belongs to me, as does all your body and soul."

Steve's hands moved to his sides as a blush covered his face
and chest.

"So let's see the family jewels, jack yourself until you're
hard."

"What? You don't expect me to do that, do you?"

"Crack!" resounded as a cane struck Steve across the
shoulders.

"Does that answer your question? Now get yourself hard, or
do I need the guard to do it for you?"

Steve began to fist himself as he mumbled "No way do I want
some other man jacking me!"

When Steve was hard and showing a good erection Craig told
him to return his hands to his sides.  The guard handed him
a tape measure and he proceeded to measure the length and
circumference of Steve's dick. "Decent,  seven and half
inches in length.  Five and a quarter inches in
circumference.  Get up on the table on all fours facing away
from me."

Craig had written the measurements into the file.  He put
the file down and with both hands began a tactile inspection
of Steve.  His examination ended as he examined Steve's ass
kneading and rubbing each cheek as he pulled the two apart
and began to work the side of his hand up and down the
cleft.  With a dip of his fingers into some lube he began to
work a finger at a time through the sphincter.  Deeper and
deeper he pushed with his finger until it was buried to the
knuckle. When the second finger was just as deep he began to
examine the prostate, rubbing in between his two fingers.  A
wave came over Steve as he began to sweat and breath
heavier.  Craig continued his assault as Steve began to moan
with pleasure.  Just before he could reach an orgasm Craig
pulled out and picked up his folder to jot down some more
notes.  Steve appeared in agony as his body was so close to
that brink.  Craig said nothing and waited for Steve to calm
down.  When his breathing seemed to be closer to normal
Craig told him to sit up resting his ass on his heels with
his knees apart.  Steve moved into position blushing all the
more as his cock stood at full mast thrusting out from his
groin.

The next order caused an even deeper embarrassment to Steve
as the realization hit him that he had just been told to
jack himself off to an orgasm.  Not wanting to endure the
wrath of his new master he brought his right hand forward
and began his all to familiar mode of self pleasure.  It
didn't take him long to get back to that pinnacle and even
in his humiliation he went over the top and began to shoot.
The first shots went high in the air above his head then
fell to the table in front of him.  Each successful shot
went a little less high in the air but plopped down on the
table.  A total of eight volleys finally landed.  Craig put
his finger into the nectar and brought it to his mouth to
taste it.  Commenting on it being of a thick consistency,
slightly nutty in taste, and good volume, he added to his
notes. His next order further confused Steve as he was told
to clean up his mess.  As usual it required a further
explanation that he was to lick it up before Steve
understood how he was to follow the order.  With his
humiliation greater than he had ever experienced he leaned
over the table and cleaned it completely with his tongue.
As he stood again his head stayed down, too ashamed to look
at any one.

The guard escorted him out of the room and on his way for
further processing.

Mean while Greg had entered the second interrogation room
following the same script, with the same results. The other
assistant knew no more than his partner had and when
presented with the same options made the same choices.  His
humiliation was no less than his partner, however when he
had been instructed to jack himself off he wasn't able to do
it.  Craig ordered the guard to assist him and with an
examination glove on his hand he brought the man to climax.
Again a good quantity of ejaculate was produced.

The two met up with each other in the shower area.  As was
the normal practice, they were suspended by their wrists
from hooks in the ceiling and warned not to speak to each
other.  The attendants proceeded to shave their bodies in
the normally prescribed manner.  All hair was removed other
than a slight and well trimmed bar on their groins above
their dicks.  Without ceremony they were then moved to the
wall and introduced to the enema.  Three enemas later they
were finally showered then taken off to the doctor's
examination room.

The doctor was quick and efficient in his exam and with the
assistance of a guard had taken blood samples and implanted
something into their shoulders just under the shoulder
blades. A collar was chosen to fit and encircled their neck.

A guard came in and moved them on to the next room in the
processing center.  As they entered they were fastened down
into a frame and secured in such a manner that they were
unable to move.  An attendant picked up an odd looking
machine and after referring to the file reset several dials
then placed the machine over one of their shoulders.
Hitting a button the machine began its whirring sound and
thousands a pin pricks could be felt under it.  In a manner
of a minute or two the attendant removed the machine and a
series of numbers could be read across their shoulder.  The
attendant then reset the dials and performed a similar
tattooing to the other man.

Another assistant came up behind them with a leather strop
and began to thrash them from their waist down to their
upper thighs.  As they screamed in pain and tears streamed
down their faces someone grabbed their nipples one at a time
and in an instant pierced them and inserted rings.  A touch
of adhesive and a snap and the rings were sealed in place.
The beating continued as a hand gripped their cock and in a
matter of moments placing a tube over the head of their
dicks and pulling the excess skin downward.  With a quick
slip of a scalpel the excess skin fell away.  A quick swab
of some foul smelling and burning solution brought them to
another level of pain as a stab from the underside of their
dick took them to yet another plane of pain.  Another ring,
much heavier than the ones in their nipples was inserted
into the end of their dicks and when the hand finally
released their manhood they could feel the tug as the weight
of the ring worked with gravity to make its presence known.
A triangular cup was placed over their genitals and fastened
with a small padlock removing any ability to touch
themselves.

They were pulled down from the frames and drug to individual
cages.  Again there hands were cuffed above their heads.
Their ankles were also cuffed out to each side.  They were
forced to position themselves in a crouching position, knees
bent and separated. Their arms and wrists rose above them,
and were fastened with the wrists as far out from their
bodies as possible.  Through the cage was a phallic shaped
nipple which would supply them with water.  As they looked
around the room they could see how the water supply was to
be used.  It was with great embarrassment that they learned
to use the water supply.  At irregular intervals their
collar gave them just enough of a shock to disturb any sleep
they might try to get.

Ron had been waiting in the third interrogation room.  Craig
entered and began his questioning.  "Who hired you to abduct
Glenn?" demanded Craig.

"None of your damn business!" replied Ron.

"Are you sure that's the way you want to go about this?"
said Craig as he hit him with a shock from his pocket prod.

When he managed to regain his composure he just stared at
Craig with a look of contempt.

"Would you like to try that question again?"

"No way in hell am I telling you anything, I don't care what
you think you can do to me."

"Guard help Ron get ready for the Red Room."

Ron was sitting with his wrists cuffed to the table in front
of him.  With the assistance of another guard a thick collar
was placed around his neck and one at a time his wrists were
released from the table and refastened on either side of the
collar.  Pulled into a standing position one of the guards
pulled out a small but very sharp pocket knife.  With a few
quick swipes Ron's clothes fell away.  His shoes and socks
had been removed by one of the guards and he was left
standing in just a pair of boxers.  Another swipe with the
knife and they too fell to shreds at his feet.  The guards
each grabbed an elbow and pulled him out of the room and
down the hall to the red room.

As he entered the room he saw the whip master standing by
the wall selecting his weapon.  The whip master was dressed
in a tight pair of leather shorts, boots and a leather
harness.  His musculature was all too evident as each of his
muscles seemed to be framed by leather.  The leather
appeared to be embedded in his skin as it formed the low
points of his body.  Between the leather, the muscles rose
inches higher as if the harness was holding together a
balloon ready to burst in its expanded state.  A sheen
glowed over his entire body as it appeared to be oiled akin
to a Greek god. Leather straps encircled his arms only
emphasizing his softball size biceps and tremendous triceps.

The guards expertly fastened Ron into the frame and in a
matter of moments Ron was in a standing position suspended
entirely by straps holding his body in midair.  In front of
him was a mirror in which he could see a full reflection of
not only his front but with the mirror on the opposite wall
he could see his full back at the same time.

Craig's voice came over the intercom system as the whip
master took his position cracking the whip to judge his
distance and correct position.  Each crack of the whip
sounded like a gun being fired.

"Since you have decided not to cooperate we shall try
another tactic.  We'll start with twenty-five lashes of the
whip.  When you have taken all twenty-five, we'll ask again.
In the meantime until you have received the twenty-five we
will not stop to talk, even if you have changed your mind.
You have one opportunity, now to answer my question.  If you
don't then we shall begin. By the way should you pass out,
we will revive you before continuing, we wouldn't want you
to miss any thing after all."

Several moments passed and not a sound was to be heard.
"Whip Master please begin"

"CRACK," went the whip as it connected with Ron's mid back.
Air gushed from his lungs as a scream filled the room.

"CRACK," sounded the whip again as it hit just below the
shoulder blades and the tip wrapped itself around and into
his arm pit.  As the tip snapped back it brought with it a
tuft of hair ripped from its victim.

"CRACK," went the whip again as it wrapped further around
his torso and the tip bit at his nipple.  The force split
the nipple in two and blood began to flow forth.  A blood
curdling scream resounded through the room astonishing its
source more than anyone else.  Ron could not believe such an
animalistic sound could come from any human let alone from
himself.

"CRACK," repeated the whip again as it made its first
assault across his ass.  The tip again wondered and bit at
his scrotum.  Ron's bowels and bladder released.  Excrement
ran down his legs and his piss covered the floor in front of
him.  Any humiliation felt before was just multiplied.

"CRACK," another lash struck at a slightly different angle
crossing his ass again and biting his scrotum once again.
This time with nothing left in his bowels or bladder he
retched the contents of his stomach before he passed out.
An attendant directed a hose over the area washing away the
mess then raised the hose of cold water to revive Ron.  In a
matter of moments Ron regained consciousness and the Whip
Master continued his assault.

To be continued

Written by Rod

Copyright 2005 by Rod

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