Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2006 10:42:35 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: Rural SLAVES-13

(the SLAVE captives are; 19 y/o Jamal Hampton, 25 y/o Rick Donovan. 40
y/o Glenn Summers, 20 y/o Mike Shuur, 20 y/o Steven Collins, and 21 y/o
Josh Robins.
the slave trainers are; Wallace, Bufford, Titus, Skip, Cletus, Rafe,
Clifford, Judas, Travis, Oliver, Horrace, Brighton, and the Sheriff!
They keep the Slaves in an underground BUNKER where they kidnap and train
them for sexual slavery and servitude for profit!)

***SPECIAL NOTE***
THE AMISH -are a group (or colony) of settlers that separate themselves
from the ways of the world. They live a simple life of farming and
raising their families apart from outside influences. The do not vote or
have any modern day luxuries such as; televisions, cars, washing
machines, telephones, or cellulars. Enjoy the story...
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Rural SLAVES-13

 The sun shines brightly in the hot skies, raising the heat on the
earth's surface to a steamy 98 degrees in the shade. Amish brothers and
countrymen 19 y/o Jon, 18 y/o Steward, and 17 y/o Jonas Jacobs, trail
along interstate-21 in a horse drawn buggie in search of lost family they
haven't seen since they were babies. Raised in another Amish colony
hundreds of miles away in a different state, they travel to reunite with
lost brethren after the tragic deaths of their parents when an automobile
driver ran into their family's buggie and kept going. Unable to keep up
the house and land on their own, they were forced to pack up and move to
another settlement, to find their other relatives.
 But the journey has been a long and unsettling one. The brothers stopped
off at a lake, where they rest and bath nude for several hours before
moving on. They played and trollop through the cooling waters as they
tried to forget their collective pain. They'd never been more than 5
miles outside their former home, so they were excited (if not a little
weary) of seeing some of the world through their travel. They take turns
at "the wheel", directing the horses along the interstate. Unfortunately,
they find themselves lost in unfamiliar territory. Steward spots a place
up ahead, where they could possibly stop and ask for directions.

 Inside the shop named; 'Cletus' Auto Shop', very little work went into
the care of autos. In fact, 35 y/o Cletus, and 21 y/o Judas wasn't even
licensed mechanics. They tinkered and tore cars apart to sell for parts
at reportable shops to make extra money, after giving the owners away to
be sold at the Bunker for profit!
 Lately the men kept themselves busy by torturing and fucking over 40 y/o
father of two, -Glenn Summers. Currently Judas was butt fucking the poor
man with a baseball bat. The fattest end of the bat moved in and out of
Glenn's outrageously stretched ass, spreading it wider than anything else
has thus far. Glenn was tied face down in a sling, his feet dangling just
inches off the ground. His mouth was being fucked by Cletus, holding him
by his sweaty hair as he slammed his cock in and out of his throat. The
40 y/o was quite used to objects being shoved up his ass, but this was
the first time a baseball bat had been used. Glenn felt the initial pain
of having his anus stretched abnormally wide, but was surprised by the
relative ease in which it entered his now over sized hole. He figured his
ass must have been in far worse shape than he ever thought!

 Cletus grabbed 2 huge fistfuls of Glenn's straggly hair, throwing his
head back as he hammered in and out of the older man's face. Glenn's neck
remained ballooned as the cock piston its way though his throat. Snot ran
from Glenn's nose as spit and heavy drool dripped from his lips, chin,
and Cletus' chin banging balls. Cletus yelled just as he started to cum,
staring up at the ceiling as his wicked sperm shot from the head of his
cock and rocked straight down into Glenn's stomach.
 Glenn was so used to accepting the salty liquids, that it didn't even
phase him any more. He merely lay there now, occasionally grunting from a
severe pain every now and then to show he was still alive. Judas shoved
the bat 3-quarters of the way into his guts, then quickly ripped it out!
Glenn's round, open, red whelped asshole exploded outward, giving clear
witness to his soft fleshy velvety insides. Judas dropped the bat, then
started to furiously stroke his ragingly hard cock. In seconds he was
spraying the round fleshy tunnel with streaks of white cum! 7 to 8 long
ropes of sperm shot directly into the large round open hole without ever
touching the flabby floppy anal lips. Judus' white cum looked like hot
lava laying in a red volcanic crater.
 They were just about to reinsert the bat and switch off, when they heard
Brutus (their Greyhound dog) outside barking. Cletus looked out the
filthy dirty window, to see a horse and buggie pull up outside the shop.
"Customers...!" he told Judas, grabbing for his overalls as he prepared
to run outside to see what they needed.

 Outside, the youngest sibling (Jonas Jacobs) jumped from the buggie, and
called to Brutus. Amazingly Brutus stopped barking, and trotted over to
the Amish boy as if they knew each other. Cletus came out of the shop,
wiping the sweat from his brow with a dirty rag. He stopped short in his
tracks when he saw how friendly Brutus was being. 'Trader!' -he thought
to himself as he slowly approached.

"Nice dog, mister! What's his name?" asked Jonas.

"BRUTUS, come here!" yelled Cletus, slapping his leg. Brutus pulled from
the boy, and returned to his master's side. Jon Jacobs (the oldest
brother) got down from the front seat.

"Sorry sir, we meant no disrespect." he said respectfully as he removed
his wide hat to wipe the sweat from his brow onto his sleeve. "We're
lost. We've been traveling for days.., and was wondering if maybe you
could help us?"
 Cletus looked at the 3 Amish boys traveling alone, and licked his dry
chapped lips.

"Where ya headed?" he asked, stepping closer.



The BUNKER
CELL#3
 20 y/o former high school football player Steve Collins found himself
the center of a sexual sandwich. 2 burly Slave Trainers (38 y/o Horrace,
and 26 y/o Bufford) were hard at work fucking the young college man at
both ends, forcing him to take cock up his athletic ass and down his
throat.
 Horrace held him by the waist, pumping his 8 inch hard uncut cock in and
out of his tight (no longer virgin) ass as hard and deep as he could. He
pulled the round smooth firm ass cheeks apart with his big strong hands,
and pummeled the tight hole which lay between, ramming his big cock back
and forth as he drill a very deep crevice through the male's formally
untamed anal track. Meanwhile, Bufford was doing the same to Steve's
throat, holding his head tightly while he humped his 8 inch thick cock
back and forth through the hollow mouth piece which held the boy's mouth
open. Bufford's cock passed safely through the tubular mouth piece, to
fuck deeply into Steve's mouth and throat. Steve felt the urge to gag
every time the cock thrust too deeply. The hard outer shell protected the
thrusting erection and allowed it to pass straight through the middle,
preventing Steve from biting down. After nearly 20 minutes of throat
ramming, Bufford removed his cock, then started to undo the straps which
held the mouth piece in place.

"You sure about that?" asked Horrace, still fucking firmly into Steve's
vulnerable ass.

"HE knows what will happen if he tries to bite my cock..." said Bufford,
ripping the plastic tube from Steve's mouth. Spittle dripped down from
the young man's mouth. Bufford tossed the soppy wet oral piece to the
floor, then grabbed Steve's face with his bare hand. "...don't you boy?"
he asked, squeezing the cheeks with a tight grip.

"Y...ye...yes!" gasped Steve, his ass getting fucked deeply as he tried
to concentrate on what was being said to him.
 Bufford loosened his grip, then pressed his cock head up to his wet
lips. Steve watched the hot red cock bob before him as he gasped and
grunted from the thrusts being made into his ass. Then he ovaled he mouth
around the fat cock head and accepted it willingly between his lips.

 Bufford knew Steve was starting to assimilate to his environment. He
could tell by his reaction while getting fucked by Horrace, that he
wasn't fighting as hard as he did when he first got there. As his body
became more and more receptive to cock, he adapted to the idea of
becoming a Slave.
 He watched cautiously while Steve took his ample prick into his raw
mouth, freely sucking cock for the first time without the aid of the
"oral trainer". He saw the pained expression on the man/boy's face as he
accepted his fate at both ends. Horrace continued his stride without let
up. He fucked Steve's ass with deep steady strokes while he watched him
blow Bufford. Bufford fed Steve more and more cock, feeling the entire
mouth engulf him as he pressed his hairy ball sack up against the lad's
chin.

 Steve was always a team player. He never got to achieve the level of
fans Josh did as a wide receiver, nor the accolades Mike got as star
quarterback. But he was always there to help take his team to victory by
following plays and not trying to grandstand. He always played by the
rules, frightened of what might happen if he stepped out of bounds.
 This is what makes Steve an ideal Slave, the fact that he takes orders
and doesn't challenge authority. He does as told, frightful of the
consequences. So he just laid there, unmoving as 2 Slave Trainers
violated his body from front and back. He was ripe. Theirs for the
picking. Horrace gripped his hips tighter, thrusting ever so harder into
the pale white butt cheeks before him. He increased his thrust by 30
percent, starting to lose all control as his cock throbbed and pulsed in
the man's roost.

"aaaahhh, yeah cock sucker...., take this cock, slave! I'm about to BREED
you my load, boy! Take it!" encouraged Horrace, humping harder. Steve
groaned in painful grunts with every inward impact of the man's pelvis.
Slapping flesh filled the room as Steve struggled to endure. Bufford had
a fistful of his hair, slamming his cock in and out of his oval shaped
mouth at the same speeds Horrace made up his ass. "Yeah..., here it comes
dick-wad! Take my cum, asshole! Yeah! Yeah! aaahhhhh!!!" shouted Horrace,
pulverizing Steve's tight bunghole as he came a huge load up his tight
tender anus.
 Steve could feel every throb and pulse the cock made up his ass as it
shot load after thick hot load into his anal track. Steve accepted the
cum gift, even as Bufford neared his own orgasm. Horrace stopped pumping,
and held his cock bone deep in the slave's hole while his cock drained
it's juices. He caressed the soft firm ass which held him tight, reaching
around under Steve between his legs to feel for his cock. He took the 7
inch placid dick in his and started stroking. Steve's cock swelled
against his well as Horrace jacked him while Bufford face fucked him.

"You bout ready partner?" asked Horrace, picking up the pace of his
stroke as he watched Bufford fed the slave's mouth hot cock.

"Yeah! I'm just about there!" announced Bufford, closing his eyes in
concentration of giving up a big load.

"You heard 'em boy! Suck harder! Suck that juice right out of that cock!"
ordered Horrace, leaning over Steve's back as he stroked his cock from
underneath. Steve sucked and sucked, taking Bufford's dick from mid-way
to base with every thrust. He felt the cock swell between his lips, then
start to pulse. Bufford yelled a triumphant call as he erupted in Steve's
mouth and down his throat.
 Steve had tasted cum before -by these guys, as they force fed him their
hot spices with the "oral trainer" keeping their cocks safe from attack.
But this was the first time a cock exploded in his mouth without the oral
aid, and he was amazed he could feel the pulsations the cock made as it
pumped fresh semen down into his throat. In all his years of jacking off
and fucking chicks, he never paid attention to how amazing cocks were.

 Horrace jacked Steve faster until his dick exploded underneath him,
sending a shower of hot cum all over his mattress. Steve cried and panted
softly as he accepted their cum in both ends. Slowly they removed their
cocks, causing his holes to feel huge and empty. Bufford watched Steve
lick his lips clean as he awaited their next order. Horrace shoved a 6"
fat butt plug up his ass to hold in his load, as he and Bu' left the
slave to wrestle with his own feelings of guilt for cumming so hard while
getting fucked.


CELL#2
 20 y/o Mike Shuur had recovered from his mild concussion some time ago.
He awakened from his sleep into a nightmare. A strange man (40 y/o Slave
Trainer -Oliver) had been fucking him while unconscious. He awakened to
the sight of the pale skin man over top him, thrusting his cock in and
out of his ass. Mike recalled how complete violated he felt as he
struggled against the ropes to free himself. But he was left to the man's
mercy as he fucked him, then filled his insides with cum. Mike could feel
the hot juice in his ass, even after the man pulled out and left.
Unfortunately he wasn't left alone for long, as another man soon entered
his cell, pulled out his cock, and inserted it into his ass without
permission. Mike lost count of how many men fucked him, but he could feel
all of their loads excreting from his asshole whenever he was left alone
to himself. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Where were his
friends? Why haven't anyone come looking for him by now?

 The cell to his door opened, and in walked 4 Trainers; 30 y/o Titus, 30
y/o Rafe, 35 y/o Clifford, and 37 y/o Travis. They were all naked, with
hardons leading the way. Mike's eyes bulged as he was roughly grabbed and
strapped on his back to his bunk with his legs tied up over head and his
ankles spread into the right and left corners of the bed. He tried
screaming for help, but was instantly gagged as his wrists were tied
together over head. This left him completely vulnerable, his ass in prime
position for attack. He listened as the men talked strategy on who would
fuck him first and so forth. Travis was selected to go first, in order of
cock size. At 7 inches, he was the smallest of this group. He climbed up
onto the mattress, pressing his weight down on the backs of Mike's legs
until his knees were flat against his stomach, then aimed his cock up to
the hole.
 Mike braced himself for a rough entry, as Travis rammed his cock in.
Mike screamed against the mouth gag as Travis settled in with his balls
pressed against Mike's ass cheeks. The hole throbbed and convulsed from
the hard thrust, adjusting to the invasion. But Travis didn't give it
time to get used to his dick before he started fucking madly. He got
himself into "push-up" position, and hammered his cock in and out of
Mike's cumhole for all he was worth. Mike was forced to lay there and
accept the hard cock as it pummeled it's way through his rectum. He knew
the men had been fucking him while he was unconscious, and truth be told,
he wished he still was!

 The objective was to get Mike's asshole used to cock, while also making
him accept his fate and surrender to his new way of life. By power
fucking him in a gang bang setting, they instantly wrecked any delusional
notions the slaves may have had of rescue or divine intervention. Once
they accepted their fates and realized NO one was coming to their aid, it
was easy to brain wash them and turn them into sexual servants. And Mike
fell right into their trap. Despair sat in with the realization that he
would never see his friends and family again. He ceased struggling while
Travis was busy ramming his asshole full of hard Trainer cock. Travis
felt his asshole relax when Mike stopped fighting, giving him free reign
throughout the entire anal track without having to fight the sphincter
muscles for rights into the bowels. Travis hammered harder into Mike's
hole, giving the weary 20 y/o the first of 4 cum loads this morning as he
exploded a geyser of juice into the anal canal.

 Mike felt Travis cum as he cursed and withered on top of him. He pulled
his spent cock free of the hole he just creamed, and made room for the
next Trainer amongst cheers from his fellow man. 35 y/o Clifford was next
to climb aboard. The thick bodied man with the bushy mustache shoved his
7 and 1/2 inch cock straight into Mike's hole. He groaned heavily,
feeling the remnants of Travis' hot juice surround and coat his cock as
he pressed forth. Soon he was fucking Mike with the same intensity as
Travis, pumping his hard dick in and out of the young man's anal pussy
with deep hard thrusts. Mike was forced to just lay there and accept, his
body violated over and over as the men fucked him one after the other. He
couldn't help making loud grunts and heavy groans as their cocks moved
inside of him. The pressure was great, but he could feel himself getting
used to it after being fucked so many times already. This was his first
gang bang however, and his anal track wasn't quite so used to receiving
such a array of hard cocks so closely together.

 Clifford was unaware (nor did he care) of Mike's thoughts and
discomforts. His purpose for fucking the kid was to train his ass how to
take cock, and to get off in the hot jock's ass. He fucked at the hot
tight cumhole with long strokes, loving the way the recently virginal
hole clung to his girth, stretching like a rubber band as it enveloped
him. He thrust in and out, pulling the elastic like lining of the inner
hole out with every withdraw. Mike looked up into his rapist's eyes as he
fucked him. Hatred spew from his evil stare as he watched Clifford's face
distort into a twisted expression, then felt the man hose his innards
with a heavy load of hot cum. Clifford pounded the his cock in and out as
he came, firing a new strand of seed with every inward stroke. 7 to 8
gushes filled Mike's colon to capacity. He heard Clifford laugh as his
orgasm subsided, and he made room for the next Trainer.

 Titus walked up to the bunk, his heavy 8 and 1/2 inch cock hard with
anticipation. He climbed into position between Mike's forcibly spread
legs, and aimed his might cock up to the hole, and shoved. A nasty wet
slippery sound could be heard emitting from Mike's hole as the cock slid
forth, burying itself in his bottom. Titus was tall and slim, with a bald
head and a beard (no mustache). He fucked with authority, commanding a
level of respect. He was a field leader, a Trainer in every since of the
word. He and his clan had bred hundreds of men over the years, young boys
like Mike who didn't know their assholes from a hole in the ground. But
by the time the Slave Trainers finished showing them how to take and
satisfy cock, they knew the difference. People came the world over to
their facility, to buy the slaves they trained. They had customers in
nearly every part of the world and all across the United States. With no
shortage of stupid men getting lost on the purposefully misguided
directions they placed along the highways and roadways, they were sure to
have a steady practice for years to come.

 Titus and his brethren were brought up in this business. When the town
closed down and all the people left, there were a few families that
stayed behind to fend for themselves and make a way. Back then Titus was
but a teenager, a young head strong male that followed his father on
hunting trails for food and wild game. Then one day (on Titus' 18th
birthday), his father told him that he was now a man, and that he needed
to learn the "real" way his family made their money. He took Titus down
into the old abandoned mines on the outskirts of town. Titus wasn't sure
what to expect, until he heard the screams and cries of young men being
tortured. Titus' father introduced him to his first slave, a young
hitchhiker whom picked the wrong car to ride in. He was chained,
suspended from the ceiling by his wrists, and was being fucked up the ass
by one of their neighbors, and older man by the name of Ike. Ike stood
behind the hanging man, ramming his hard cock in and out of the man's
asshole. Titus saw Ike's body start to shake from orgasm, as he came up
the young man's ass with a series of curses. When he pulled out, gobs of
cum escaped the fat ruined anus and streaked down the backs of the
hanging man's legs. "Lettin the boy in on our secret, eh?" asked Ike,
wiping his cock off with a rag. "Boy has to learn someday, Ike. We won't
be able to keep this business running without the help of the next
generation" said Titus' dad. "Go on son, have at him. Fuck the prisoner's
ass. He's all yours for the taking!"
 Titus was confused, but there was no doubt that his cock was hard to
fuck something. With his father's encouragement, he walked up to the
hanging man and pulled out his cock. The man's feet dangled a few inches
off the ground, but Titus was tall, and able to connect his cock to the
man's bare hole without the use of a box to stand on. Titus fucked that
man 3 times consecutively, blowing 3 heavy loads into the man's bowels
without ever knowing his name. The next day when he came back to fuck him
some more, the man was gone, "sold" his father said, -to an out of towner
who was looking for a submissive male to cornhole every night.

 Titus fucked Mike fast and hard as the memory of that day played in his
head. His father died several years ago of cancer, leaving Titus the
burden of supplying food for the family's table, which he and the other
Slave Trainers did avidly. Mike felt the fuck thrust the big guy was
shoving into him increase, and knew it would only be a matter of time
before he was receiving his 3rd inner cum bath. Sure enough, Titus felt
that familiar tightening of his ball sack, as he rammed forth to shoot a
cannon of cum into the college boy's bowels. He pressed Mike's knees to
the boy's chest as he dumped a heavy load in his bare backside. Mike knew
better than to complain, he simply took what the man offered, and
groaned.

 Titus pulled his spent cock from Mike's anus. A large deposit of slick
sperm spit from the pouting lips, trickling down the ass crack and into
the mattress below. Rafe was the last Trainer to fuck the slave. He got
onto the bed, and wasted no time inserting his 9 inch hard penis. Rafe
too recalled when he first found out about the slaves his family sold for
profit. He was 17 when he discovered the place where his father "worked".
All through his younger years he wondered how his dad made ends meat in a
town where there were no people. But dad would always have money, pockets
full. They ate well. Mom would drive into the next town (several miles
away) to stock up on the best meats and groceries money could buy. She
bought fabrics to make their clothes and curtains out of, and every night
they would all sit down to a well balanced meal. Then one day Rafe
followed his father to work. He descended down into the old mines where
he stumbled upon his dad (and several other fathers of his friends) face
fucking and anal fucking bound men. The men varied in age and physical
status, but it was obvious that they weren't willing participants to what
was happening to them. When Rafe's father discovered his son had stumbled
onto their secret, he enlisted him to follow in his footsteps. For awhile
Rafe did just that, butt fucking strangers that happened upon their
little covenant, and training them the art of deep throat and anal
fucking. But Rafe yearned for a better life away from the desolate
surroundings that plagued him most of his life. So one day while he and
his mother were in the next town buying supplies, he enlisted into the
United States military service (much to his father's shagrin).
 The service provided Rafe with the opportunity to travel and meet people
in different parts of the world. He got to meet people of different
standards and cultures, befriending guys he otherwise never would have
met outside of being slaves. In these different environments he got to
meet men of all races and creeds. And during these travels he got to meet
(and fuck) many men whom easily could have been slaves in his father's
den. Even many of the enlisted men were slaves to Rafe's big thick 9 inch
dick, slobbering all over his fat tool and drinking his cum or bending
over to receive him up their asses, even while in the mist of war. When
he decided to leave the service, he came back to his home with renewed
interest in the family practice. He helped organize and fortify the
Bunker into the compound it is today, making it more livable while they
were away from their true homes and families while training the new
captives.

 Rafe has fucked his share of male exotic asses. Every ass he's ever
entered was left with a sizable load of his DNA inside it. He never met
an ass that he did not fill to capacity. Mike Shuur lay under him,
unaware of Rafe's history as he accepted the big dick that smashed
through his gripping anus time and time again. He could do little more
than accept what was happening to him as the men used him for target
practice. He had no idea why they were fucking him so consistently, nor
why they kept him (and his friends?) bound in cells, naked, lubed, and
awaiting more cock. He had no way of knowing that the men occupying this
cell before him, were now gone, -sold to the highest bidder and
transported into official slavery in some unknown neck of the world. He
had no way of knowing they were training him to be the sex slaves of a
German Tycoon who was looking for young american's to whore out to his
clients. Rafe and the other Trainers kept the slaves in the dark about
their true purpose, until it was too late. Indeed many of the slaves
didn't find out until there were already in transport, or when they
suddenly awakened in a strange bed in a new place to live. Mike would be
no different, as Rafe grunted and filled his anus with a huge deluge of
fresh seed, breeding Mike for the 4th time in one setting.

 When the men were done, he examined the well fucked hole (which refused
to close properly), watching their collectives loads drip out of the
ravaged opening. They complimented each other on a job well done. It was
during this time that Rafe grabbed Mike's hard cock, and jacked him off
until he was shooting his own cum all over his own face, drenching
himself in his own essence and humiliating him in the process. After
making him cum, the men left him in his restraints for the next man (or
men) to fuck.


 21 y/o Joshua Robins was the most resistant of the 3. Try as they might,
the Slave Trainers were having a problem with his cocky behavior. So
Brighton elected to have the boy experience "the Plunger". They tied Josh
to a specially designed recliner, fitted to a machine with a large round
dildo that moved automatically in and out of his asshole constantly,
non-stop for hours if not days on end. By the time they came in to view
the boy, he was a quivering mess of sweat, tears, drool, and cum. He was
a sight to see indeed, as both Brighton and Skip undid Josh from his
prison. The anal Plunger piston back and forth, punching through the weak
worn anus which now hung open like a fresh sore. Joshua's cock was a rock
hard 6 inches, drooling semen which it had already erupted up across his
defined chest and stomach.
 Skip turned off the machine, pulling the Plunger back out of position.
The red swollen anus was still wet with lube, and open enough to shove a
small fist through. Josh was barely conscious from his ordeal when he
felt Skip plunge his 7 and 1/2 inch cock bone deep. He came to life with
the feeling of something soft and organic in his bowels, a welcoming
change from the hard plastic cock which ruined his hole with it's
battery. He grunted as his hole was fucked deep. Skip didn't last long as
he fucked Josh, then dumped a big load into his ass. The warm liquid felt
good to Josh's rubbed raw and burning inner flesh. He felt the cock
withdraw, only to be filled with another one. Brighton fucked him a tad
longer than Skip, but was no less thrilled by the huge open manhole in
which he plunged. He fucked and fucked Josh until he felt his cock throb,
then burst a big thick load of hot molten cum deep into the ravaged
slave's innards. Rather he wanted it or not, Josh was filled with 2
heaping cum loads as they dragged him back to his cell. There, they
roughly tossed him into his bed, beaten and defeated as he waited the
next Trainer.


 ELSEWHERE, 25 y/o Rick Donovan was had just been royally fucked by 10
inch Wallace, whom loved fucking the puerto-rican officer every chance he
got. He pulled his long hard cock from the rican's cum filled hole, and
stood up. Rick looked up at his captive, his big white ivory pole
dangling dead between his pale thighs. Rick couldn't believe he'd just
had that whole thing up inside him, and further more, that he survived to
tell about it.
 Just when he thought Wallace was getting ready to leave, he was
surprised when the Trainer pulled out a cloth hood and a pair of cuffs.
He escorted Rick down a hall towards the shower room. Once there, he
uncuffed and de-hood Rick, and told him to "scrub up". Rick walked
reluctantly to an available shower head, and turned it on. Hot water hit
his body, enabling him to wash away all the dirt and cum that cling to
him like a second skin. He was lathering himself really good when he saw
a black man being escorted down the hall in similar fashion. He was not
surprised when the hood was removed and he saw it was Jamal. A comfort
crossed him, seeing the familiar face of another captive solidified the
knowledge that he wasn't in this alone. Jamal came down and showered
beside him. Rick looked over at him, fighting the urge to hug him hello.

"How are you?" he whispered under the spray of water. Jamal let the water
run over his head, allowing the hot water to cool his brain.

"Okay, homs..." answered Jamal, pressing his palms flat against the
shower wall as he bowed his head under the water. After a moment, he
tilted his head up, opening his mouth to allow a mouthful of water to
fill it as he rinsed the taste of cum from his mouth. He spit the water
onto the floor and looked over at the hispanic officer he once sucked and
was forced to let fuck him. "...as well as can be expected, I guess."

"What do you think they're gonna do to us?" asked Rick curiously, looking
back up towards the doorway to look for the 2 guards.

"Who knows? What more CAN they do to us?" asked Jamal, grabbing the soap.
"Have you...., seen any other black guys here?" he suddenly asked, almost
as an after thought. "I mean, did they make you fuck any other guys?
Black guy?"

"No. You're the only other prisoner I've seen here in this..., god
forsaken place!" answered Rick, looking Jamal over thoughtfully. "You're
looking for your 2 friends, aren't you?" he asked, recalling the reports.
"You're one of the 3 college basketball students that disappeared? I was
looking for you guys when I got caught at that..., damn auto shop!"

"Auto shop?" asked Jamal, knowing the place well. "Are there people still
looking for us?"

"I'm sure. For ALL of us!" whispered Rick. "I'm a State Trooper, there's
NOway I can just disappear without the entire police force looking for
me!" stated Rick, more hopeful than factual. "Only problem is..., I think
we may be underground." he said, looking around over head. "Have you
noticed there's no windows, no sunlight of any kind?" Jamal looked up and
around as well, suddenly realizing it was true.

"You know what..., I never even noticed that before." said Jamal, amazed.

"Appears so." said Rick, looking back over Jamal's shoulder. Slave
masters Wallace and Oliver were standing guard, both men talking amongst
themselves as they watched over the slaves. "So it may make it that much
harder for them to locate us. What we need to do is find some way to
escape..., to get to the surface and notify someone!"

"Impossible."whispered Jamal. "They never leave us alone, unless we're
locked up in those damn cells! And ain't NOway to get out of those mother
fuckers! Believe me, I've tried!"

"We need to form a strategy!"

"How? When?" asked Jamal, already giving up hope.

"We'll just have to keep our eyes open! Look for a hole in their
security! No prison is flawless, or else you wouldn't need guards!"
informed Rick. "We're probably going to have to strike now..., while
there's only 2 of them!"

"You crazy, man! We don't even know the lay out of this place! Or how
many of them there actually are! Or even how deep down we are! How'r we
gonna escape if we running around in circles? What if they have guns?"
countered Jamal, giving prominate reasons to give up.

"Then we die trying!" said Rick, preparing for the worse. "That's GOT to
be better than just sitting here waiting to get fucked! What about your
friends, don't you want to see them again? What if you could rescue
them?"

"I don't know, man..." doubted Jamal, putting his head back under the
water to think.

"You're a college state champion, man! You're not a quitter! Don't let
these assholes turn you into something you're not!" insisted Rick, hungry
for freedom.

"Okay man..., what do we do?" asked Jamal, committing to the cause.

"Follow my lead..."