Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 14:19:37 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: rural slaves-16

(the SLAVE captives are; Amish brothers- 19 y/o Jon Jacobs, 18 y/o Steward
Jacobs, and 16 y/o Jonas Jacobs.

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!)

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Rural SLAVES-16

RICK
	The Slave Trainers returned home with only 1 of the 3 captives to
ever managed to escape the BUNKER. State Trooper Rick Donovan was punished
severely for running away. He was reduced from Slave, to Kennel Bitch, and
forced to service 6 fully grown specially bred (Rott/Shepard) guard dogs in
their holding pen.

	The Trainers dragged Rick's whipped, doggy cum dripping body back
into the Bunker in the searing heat. He'd been butt fucked by 3 of the dogs
already; Max, Bull, and Stone, -his asshole was blood red from the
extensive abuse and pouted huge droplets of dog semen from its puffy
lips. They took him to the kennel, where they tied him in leather straps to
a small long length bench. His hands and feet were bound on opposite sides
of the bench, and his waist was strapped to prevent him from toppling the
dogs after mounting. Then he was left and locked into the cage with the 3
remaining dogs taking a weary sniff at the stranger.
	They walked around Rick's bound unfamiliar body cautiously,
growling a warning incase he tried anything stupid. A black hood was thrown
over his head to prevent him making any eye contact with the dogs, which
may incite them to attack him viscously. As they sniffed various parts of
his body, they could smell the unmistakable scent of sex, left behind from
the first 3 dogs. This put the newer dogs in a heated state as their cocks
appeared outside of their hairy sheaths.

	It wasn't long before Rick felt a gentle lapping of one of the
dog's tongues on his ass, sampling the taste. Soon after he felt the front
paws scratching into his back and ribs, as a canine's erect cock jabbed at
his anal opening like a hard spear. "UUUHHHH...!!" yelled Rick, feeling his
rectum pierced again brutally. It felt like a log being rammed up his sore
aching ass. This cock belonged to Duke (one of the oldest dogs). He mounted
Rick quickly, and hit the bull's-eye mark with his cock on the first
try. His 10 inch doggy dick sank into Rick's anus like a human's, aided
greatly by the tons of K9 cum that dripped from his stretched anal lips
like lubrication. Immediately he began to jab, fucking back and forth with
fast hard thrusts. Rick grunted and groaned as the dog fucked him
relentlessly, ravaging him as if he were one of his female whores. He
didn't care that Rick was human, that he wasn't the same species, -he was a
submissive in a male dominate world, his job in life was to get fucked, and
Duke did so with increasing relish.
	5 minutes into the thunderous fuck, Rick felt Duke's huge "knot"
forcing its way into his weak and dilated buttock. The huge knob sliced
into his soft anus, stretching the slick walls wide as it made its way and
buried deep inside. Rick knew this was nature's way of locking the male to
his mate, to insure pregnancy takes place. Unfortunately Rick was no bitch,
and his poor asshole a sore substitute for a female's pussy.

	Duke continued to fuck Rick, gripping his waist tight as he hooked
his front paws and humped with his hips and hind legs. Rick was grateful
when he finally felt the deluge of doggy drool spit into his asshole. A
huge watery fountain of canine cum poured into his aching bowels, burning
his innards as the knot continued to massage at his battered prostate. Rick
yelled out in pain when Duke got bored and turned and tried to walk away
with his cock still trapped in Rick's ass. The big knot pulled at his
asshole, refusing to let go as Duke yanked and yanked until he finally
broke free. Rick's asshole throbbed sorely as it puckered and snapped at
the air, loosing heavy contents of cum which oozed freely from his tattered
hole.
	Another dog (Bruce) took his place, jumping up onto Rick's back as
he jammed his hard cock at the puffy pussy before him. Rick banged his head
on the bench as the new cock bore into him. His sore, stretched, and aching
asshole quickly swallowed the massive dog meat, as the K9 quickly started
to fuck into him hard and fast. The Trainers laughed as they left Rick to
his ordeal. Better he'd stayed in the numbered cell, taking human cocks
which fucked him with less intensity. The dogs only knew once pace, -quick!
They didn't know to change pace or position, to work a tight asshole slowly
until it flowered open for a good deep rough fuck. So Rick would have to
suffer through relentless fuck after relentless fuck, as the dogs took
turns trying to get him pregnant.
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JOSH
	Night time fell. The cave the Teenage Trainers bound 21 yr old
Joshua Robins in grew very dark and cold after the sun disappeared. The
boys didn't trust Josh enough to untie him and let him roam free, they
feared he'd wander about in the night until he hit the main highway and
found help, -or ran into one of the search parties that had been out
looking for him, causing them to lose their pussy-boy to the adults. So
instead, the boys merely covered his tied naked body with blankets to keep
him warm. They informed him not too try to slither away outside of camp, as
the "animals" would surely find him, and eat him alive, and with Josh's
limbs tied, he wouldn't be able to defend himself from the bears and
coyotes roaming the hill sides. This left Josh frightened, as the boys all
ran off to the various trailer homes to have dinner with their
families. Unfortunately for Josh, he wasn't aware that there were no bears
or coyotes in that part of the country.

	At home, the boys were questioned by their folks. They wanted to
know if any of them had come across any strangers in the meadows, anyone
claiming to be lost or needing help of any kind. All the boys lied to their
parents, telling them that they saw no one. A few of the fathers suspected
differently, but had no proof, and therefore had to believe that Josh was
still out in the wilderness somewhere. They would launch another search in
the morning.
	As for Jamal, -Judas and Cletus confirmed with the Sheriff that
Jamal had indeed escaped in the Sheriff's stolen State Trooper's car. This
put all of the Trainers on high alert, as they prepared the Bunker for
possible invasion by the authorities, and covered all tracks leading in and
out of the area.

	Early the next morning, Josh was awakened by Marty (the oldest teen
in the bunch). He came in just as the sun was starting to creep up over the
trees. He pulled the blankets back off of Josh's naked body, then started
to caress his bare bottom. Josh begged Marty to let him go, promising to
never tell anyone about what happened. Marty was interested in letting his
first pussy-boy walk away, not when he was still a year away from working
the Bunkers himself.
	He unzipped his pants, then pulled out his hardon. Josh groaned in
despair, knowing he was about to be taken yet again. Marty positioned
himself behind Josh's jock body, then added vaseline to his cock before
sliding it straight up into Josh's ass. "Uuuhhhhh...." groaned Josh,
feeling it sink into his bowels. Marty laid on top of him, humping away as
his dick moved back and forth through his rectum.

"Please..., uhh! Please...! Let me go! uhh! uhh! I promise..., uhh! I
promise, I won't tell anyone!" moaned Josh between grunts.

"Shut up man! I'm trying to enjoy this fuck!" snapped Marty, loving the
feel of Josh's cock trap wrapped around his member.
	Josh did as Marty said, biting his lower lip to keep from begging
as Marty got off on fucking him. Marty placed his head right beside Josh's,
breathing hard in his ear as he humped him hard from behind. Joshua groaned
and grunted as his ass was fucked. It wasn't as hard a pounding as he'd
gotten from some of the adult trainers, but a cock was a cock was a cock,
especially when you didn't want one inside you.
	Josh heard Marty's grunts as his cock thickened and throbbed inside
him. He knew by the pulsing that the boy was cumming in his anus. Josh was
grateful that his ordeal was over, fully expecting Marty to withdrew
limp. But instead, Marty continued to fuck Josh straight through to a
second fuck, never pulling his penis from the asshole once. Josh's innards
endured another hard pounding by the same cock. He could feel the extra
slickness in his bowels as Marty's cum deposits helped aided his stroke.

"You're not going any where, asshole!" grunted Marty in Josh's ear. "We've
known what our daddy's do down in those Bunker's for years..., but we're
not allowed to go down there until we're at least 18! So you're our first
taste of real boy butt-pussy! And we're not hardly letting this hot, ripe,
college jock ass go until you've squeezed out every single last drop of cum
we have in our balls!"
	Josh groaned in added despair, knowing that meant he'd never regain
his freedom. The teens planned to keep him captive until they were old
enough to work the Bunker, that meant 4 years or more for some of them!
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BACK AT THE BUNKER CELL #4
	16 year old Jonas Jacobs watched nervously, as the door to his cell
opened. He was stripped naked, and strapped face down to a sling over night
which hung suspended from the ceiling. During the night he could hear the
faint cries of his brothers in neighboring cells. They all seemed to be in
the same sort of predicament, each unable to help the other (as they'd
always been taught to do as a family).  Jonas watched as 2 Trainers (19
year old Skip, and 39 year old Travis) walked in with their hard cocks
swinging proudly between their legs. Jonas' eyes widened with fear as the
men closed the heavy metal door behind them, then approached him in the
sling.

	Jonas squirmed for freedom as Travis reached out to caress his
tender young body. Jonas was the youngest of the 3 abducted Amish boys. But
while he participated in manly labor with his father and 2 older brothers,
his skin still managed to obtain that gentle softness that young kids
possess.
	Travis whistled his approval as he ran his rough hand over Jonas'
back and bare buttock. Jonas squirmed as the hand cupped his tiny butt
cheeks, a thick finger probing his tiny taut shit chute as Travis dug in
deep.

"This hole's been opened already!" he announced, surprised.

"Bullshit! We're the first 2 scheduled to fuck him!" shouted Skip, angry
that someone may have jumped the gun during the night.

"No, he wasn't just fucked..." clarified Travis, pushing his curious finger
all the way up into the rectum. "...he's been fucked before! This kid's no
virgin!"

"Oh..., is THAT so!" smiled Skip, looking down at Jonas' red embarrassed
face. "Someone's been taking this cute lil' farm boy's butt-pussy back at
the ranch?" joked Skip. "Was it your brothers? You dad, maybe?"

"Fuck you! My father's dead!" yelled Jonas, yelling blasphemy at his
captors.

"Fuck me? Such hostel words coming from a quaint Amish boy, ain't it
Travis?" laughed Skip, disrespectfully.

"Indeed." Said Travis, adding another finger into the moist hole. Jonas
grimaced at the new entry, his asshole tightening to keep out the invading
object.

"Looks like someone ought to wash his mouth out with cock!" joked Skip,
grabbing his erection and swinging it ominously before Jonas' eyes.

"You can chance his mouth if you like, Skip..., but I suggest you used the
oral piece, else the little shit'll chop your cock in half!"

"Good idea!" said Skip, retrieving the plastic mouth piece to fit into
Jonas' mouth so he couldn't bit down on his cock.
	Jonas fought as Skip pinched his nose closed, then shoved the piece
into his mouth when he opened it to breathe. Jonas bit down on the hard
outer shell, which kept his mouth open in an oval position. Skip then
lubricated the softer inner shell with jelly, so his cock could move in and
out smoothly. Jonas screamed as loud as he could as Skip pressed his 7 and
½ inch hardon up to the opening, then pushed in. His cock slid directly
through the hole to sink into Jonas' mouth. Jonas' tongue tasted the slick
cock as it glided into the back of his mouth and down into the curve of his
throat. Skip kept pushing and pushing, expecting Jonas to gag, but he
didn't. The young 16 year old easily took the hard male appendage deep into
the back of his throat like a champion cock sucker.

"Damn! Seems this kid's been well broken in! He knows his stuff!" said
Skip, pressing his balls up against Jonas' chin as his cock throbbed in his
throat.
	Travis moved around back behind Jonas, taking in the lad's tight
hairless hole. Travis thought the hole looked a bit used as he added
lubricate to the tiny chute. Travis peeled the cheeks apart, leaving the
hole open and vulnerable. Then he leaned inbetween Jonas' spread suspended
legs and inserted his cock. Jonas gasped around the cock in his throat as
Travis penetrated his tight anal ring all the way up to his hairy balls.



CELL #3
	18 year old brother Steward Jacobs lay back in a high back wooden
chair, his arms and legs securely fastened in place, suspended high over
head to expose his asshole. A small 6 inch plastic cock hung from the hole,
designed to wedge open his virgin hole for quick fucking. Steward heard the
door to his cell open, as Slave Trainer brothers 26 year old Bufford and 24
year old Wallace walked into the room. Both men were naked, their proud
pale white penises swinging in the wind as they made their way over to the
bound captive.
	Steward pulled at the strapped wrapped around his wrist. He saw the
men's eyes zero in on his asshole. Bufford reached down and twisted the
plastic dildo around in his rectum, forcing a painful groan from Steward's
throat.

"I'll go first..., that horse cock of yours will cripple him if you go
first!" said Bufford, at his younger brother's expense.
	Bufford removed the 6 inch rubber cock, then applied lube to
Steward's anal lips. Steward yelled muffled protests behind a gag covering
his mouth. He watched helplessly as Bufford stroked his own cock to full
erection, then placed it up against his bare asshole. Steward screamed into
the gag as Bufford pushed in, sinking his fat 8 inch cock into his tightly
gripping butt hole.

	The pain was excruciating. Steward yelled aloud as his asshole
stretched wide to accommodate the sheer length and width of the
cock. Steward threw his head from left to right as the cock sank all the
way in slowly. It felt like someone had forcibly shoved a hot pole up his
ass, causing his colon to throb sorely around the invading phallus as it
buried itself deep inside him.
	Bufford didn't wait for Steward's body to adjust to the invasion,
he simply started fucking the 18 year old with stiff strong strokes,
pulling and pushing his thick penis through the tightly gripping
ring. Steward was forced to lay there and watch himself get fucked for the
first time. With his hands and legs secured, he couldn't defend himself as
his manhood was quickly stripped along with his pride.

	Bufford fucked him hard and deep, his long thick phallus moving in
and out with long strokes as it pierced deep within the boy's gut. Steward
felt himself pass out from the pain as his innards were beaten
alive. Bufford just kept right on fucking him, adding extra inches as his
cock head buried itself ever deeper into the hole.
	Bufford fucked at Steward's asshole for a full 30 minutes before
his finally departed with his cum. He buried his cock in deeply as he came,
filling the contracting colon with its first flood of sperm. When he pulled
out, his brother Wallace walked up to take his place. Wallace had an
amazing 10 ivory cock, which he quickly aimed up at the unconscious
hole. Wallace sank inside even as Steward lay sleeping, his anal track made
loosen by the deep fucking his brother had just given it, as well as the
hot load dumped inside. Steward wasn't aware of how long he had been passed
out, but when he came to, his anus was being well pulverized by the thick
long arm of Wallace's 10 inch horse cock.


CELL #2
	19 year old Jon Jacobs was the oldest Amish sibling. Long pinned
the protector of his brothers by his deceased father (Jon Jacobs, Sr), Jon
felt responsible for putting his family in this predicament.
	Jon was strapped naked and placed in an antique stockade, his head
and hands imprisoned while his body and bare buttock was bent over and
exposed. He faced away from the cell door, and could only hear it open as
the room filled with 3 Trainers; 30 y/o Titus, 35 y/o Cletus, and 30 y/o
Rafe. The 3 men decided to pay Jon a visit, knowing he would be the hardest
to break.

	Jon couldn't see what was happening behind him. He demanded to know
where his 2 brothers were, and why they were being held against their
wills. No one answered him. Jon felt wet fingers drilling into his greased
anus. He yelled aloud as the fingers pried into his tight untouched
bunghole. He fought against the stockade as his asshole was quickly
violated.
	Cletus was the first to penetrate Jon's virgin man cunt. He greased
his cock, then forced it up into the unprepared ultra tight tunnel,
breaking through the never before pierced ring to bury his cock in up to
his hairy balls. Jon screamed bloody murder as his manhood was taken away
in just a few stroke, as Cletus buried himself in deep.


	Cletus forced his cock all the way up into Jon's hole, grounding
his pelvis into the young man's bare buttock. Jon felt his body strain to
expel the invader. His face turned beet red as veins popped out on his
brow, his teeth grit as his muscles popped. Cletus grabbed him by his trim
hips, and started to fuck into his ass with hard strokes.

"I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill all of you!" yelled Jon, feeling violated
and deflowered as his asshole was taken by force. Now he knew and
understood what Jonas must have felt like, after all those times he and
Steward made him take their cocks. Was this god somehow punishing him for
being a pervert? For taking advantage of his little brother when he was
supposed to be protecting him?

	Cletus hadn't been in anything this tight in awhile. He and Judas
had fucked 40 year old Glenn Summers until his asshole was the size of the
Holland Tunnel. Clet nearly forgot how delicious a tight asshole could be
after ruining Glenn's ass for so long. He humped in and out of Jon Jacobs,
feeling the elastic ring of his tight sphincter choke his meat as it tried
unsuccessfully to squeeze him out. The asshole was hairy and tight, too
tight in fact. Cletus liked flabby assholes he could fuck in any direction
he desired without having to fight the ring for rights to the
track. Glenn's hole was perfectly molded to house cocks, fists, feet,
baseball bats, -anything he and Judas decided to shove in there. But Glenn
was never intended to be sold as a slave. Glenn was too old for most of the
clients that came through the Bunker looking for slaves to purchase. Most
wanted them young, smooth, slim to well built, and tight. Glenn's body was
too old and flabby for sale, but Cletus and Judas found something worth
while in the older man. Cletus was still pissed that he managed to escape
his fate along with the black boy, -Jamal. The 2 of them were probably long
gone by now, alerting the authorities about what was going on here. As a
result, Rafe ordered them to close up the Auto Shop, making it look long
abandoned incase authorities went by investigating claims. Cletus and Judas
were ordered to stay at the Bunker to insure they didn't run into trouble
with the local law officials, the State Troopers were still looking for
their lost officer.
	Cletus banged into Jon's backside with strong thrusts, the tight
choking sphincter muscles ringing his cock like a coke bottle, it didn't
take long before Cletus was filling the virgin innards a hefty dose of
thick sperm.

	Jon felt the deluge of semen flood into him. When Cletus removed
his cock, another one quickly took its place, pushing right up into the
resisting rectum. 30 year old Titus slammed his thick 8 and ½ inch cock
into the stricken teen's 19 year old hole, moaning about how excruciatingly
tight and hot it was as it gripped his cock like a vice. Titus had much
more experience with breaking in tight virgin boy pussies than Cletus, he
held onto the young man's hips and hammered hard into his flaring
backside. Jon screamed as his hole was mauled yet again, his aching insides
spasm sorely as the cock bore deep through him on a repeated journey to
wedge him open against his will.

"Get off of me! Let me go, you fuckers! Help me!!" –yelled Titus, feeling
his ass fucked harder and stronger.
	Titus threw his hips into his fuck, slapping his pelvis against the
bare bottom before him over and over. His balls slapped into Jon's aching
scrotum again and again, the full length of his cock slamming into the
unprotected anal sheath holding his cock captive.

"I love fucking these straight assholes...!" stated Titus, watching his
cock go in and out. "...they're always so tight! I love fucking the
arrogance out of them! Turning them into bitches!"

"I'm no one's bitch!" –yelled Jon, feeling his innards stabbed continuously
as Titus fucked him.

"You are NOW!" –informed Titus with a laugh.
	Jon opened his mouth to respond, when he suddenly felt Titus shove
his cock all the way inside and hold it there. Jon's eyes bulged slightly
as the hot cock inside him pulsed, then shot load after thick creamy load
of searing hot cum inside his bowels.

	Jon hung his head in shame after the second cock exited, and
another entered. He could feel the drip of semen escaping his well fucked
man-cunt before the third cock shoved in. 30 year old Rafe had the biggest
thickest cock of the 3 Traniner, his hole stretched his anal tunnel bigger,
wider than the others. Jon screamed in protest, but knew it was lost on
deaf ears when he felt then entire length of the thick 9 inch ramrod pierce
into his swelling bunghole.
	Rafe was one of the commanding Trainers, he had top clearance and
high authority around the Bunker. He barked orders and made schedule
arrangements for client meetings and fuck sessions. He'd been piercing man
holes for years, training hundreds of potential victims on how best to
serve their masters with their tight gripping assholes. Over the years they
have had plenty of satisfied customers. Rafe recalled his service days in
the United States military, when he was an officer, busting the asses of
recruits for the armed forces. Not much has changed now, except now he gets
a bigger slice of the pie when he sales his captives. Rafe often wonders
how his life might have been different had he spent his life devoted to the
service like he'd planned. Would he be married now? Retired? He definitely
wouldn't be getting as much hot virgin male ass as he's been getting as a
Slave Trainer, many of these men had never had their assholes penetrated
before, with no real intensions on starting until they were kidnapped and
captured by the Hunters. So many men had been changed over and converted
because of them, -straight men, some married with children or violent
backgrounds. All of them were caught, and eventually fucked by the Trainers
and trained to submit to their better halves.

	Rafe sliced his thick hard cock through the slick cum lined ring of
Jon's anus, his big fat cock burrowing in deep as he fucked the bunghole
hard and fast. Residue semen from the 2 previous fucks helped guide his
cock back and forth through the surrendering anal ring. His strokes guided
easier, slipping in and out with less and less resistance once Jon's rectum
was used to the invasion. Rafe was able to pummel Jon's ass for a full 25
minutes before he felt the need to shoot. His cock quivered as his balls
contracted, then released his load of thick cock honey deep into the
deflowered anus. Jon felt Rafe's cock pulse and spit hot cum into his
bowels. Rafe groaned and gasped as he lost his seed, when he finally pulled
out, a new Trainer was there to push in. 21 year old Judas stepped up to
the flesh plate as he aimed his cock-bat up to the hole, and shoved. Jon
merely moaned as the 21 year old's cock bore into him, never stopping until
he hit rock bottom.
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CELL#4
	16 year old Jonas was trapped between 2 men, his mouth and ass
being fucked simultaneously as both Travis and Skip fucked in and out of
his body. Skip held Jonas' head in his hands as he fucked back and forth,
feeding the young teen plenty of cock as he fucked deeply into the back of
his throat with every thrust.
	Jonas had experience sucking off his brothers back at the
farm. Life as an Amish settler meant many hours of back breaking labor, as
well as miles and miles of walking to and from school. As teenagers Jonas
and his brothers didn't have much time to socialize with the other Amish
teens, and didn't have much in the way of sex with girls. In the Amish
community it is forbidden for a female to give herself sexually before
marriage, and a teen boy is to abstain from sex until his wedding
night. However, boys will boys. When a teen boy cock gets hard, old rules,
logic, and bible teachings go out the window. To keep from compromising a
young female and risk getting her pregnant with child, the older brother
Jon took to getting his sexual needs met by his young impressionable
brother Jonas.

	It started a few years ago when Jonas was but 12 years old, he and
his 2 brothers had finished their chores early while their parents were in
the next county attending a birth (their momma was a mid-wife). The boys
journeyed out to the river lake, where they peeled off their clothes to go
skinny dipping. Once in the water, they began to romp around and play as
kids often do. After a brief swim, they lay back naked on the banks of the
river to catch some sun. That's when Jonas noticed his older brother (14
y/o) Steward's penis was standing hard and stiff.

"I was just thinking about Cindy-Lou Barbar's tits..." admitted Stew,
laying back with his eyes closed. "...she had the biggest tits in class."

"Did she ever let you see them up close?" asked Jonas, laying beside his
brother naked.

"No, but I felt on them once while we sat in her parents hay loft. Felt
like holding 2 water balloons!"

"Wow..." amazed Jonas, watching his brother's cock throb.

"You ain't had nothing until you've had a girl give you a hand-job1!"
–bragged oldest brother (15 y/o) Jon, laying beside them as well.

"YOU got a hand-job from a girl? You LIE!" shouted Steward in disbelief.

"Sue-Ellen Massey gave me a hand-job at the town's picture house! Made me
spill seed all over my lap and shirt! I had to lie and tell mom I spill
soda-pop all over me so she wouldn't get suspicious." –said Jon, his cock
laying hard in his crotch as well.

"Wish I had someone to give me a hand-job!" moaned Steward, stroking his
hardon.

"I hear it feels even better with it in someone's mouth!" added Jon, now
stroking his own cock.

"Good luck getting one of the girls around here to do that!" –sighed
Steward. "Took me 4 years just to get Cindy-Lou to let me feel here tits!"

"Then we have to help ourselves!" –insisted Jon.

"You mean give each other hand-jobs?" asked Steward.

"Why use our hands, when we could use Jonas' mouth?" asked Jon. Jonas' eyes
widened when he heard of their intensions. But before he could protest
properly, Jon had him down on his cock, his huge hand wrapped around the
back of his head as he made him bob his mouth up and down on his 15 year
old hardon. It was the first time Jonas ever tasted cock, but certainly not
the last. From then on, Jonas became the sole recipient of his 2 brothers
cocks, taking care of their hardons whenever they demanded it on point. It
wasn't soon after that they started fucking him in the ass. In time Jonas
began liking the feel of his brothers cocks in his butt, leaving thick rich
cum deposits which took its time dripping out of his ass daily. Sometimes
they'd fuck him on the walk to school in the mornings, pulling him off into
some heavily vegetated field where they'd both take turns burying their
cocks in his hole. Sometimes they'd fuck him during chores, bending him
over in the chicken coop or in the barn, and butt fucking him until his
asshole was dripping wet with cum. But often they would climb on his back
in bed at night after bed-time, where they would fuck his ass before
climbing back into their own beds feeling drained and exhausted.
	Now Jonas was getting 2 new cocks in him, as the 2 strangers fucked
him front and back at the same time. While Skip fucked at Jonas' mouth and
throat, Travis pumped his cock steadily into the teen's anus, giving him
the length of his 7 inch dick.

	Travis knew of Jonas' anal experience without him having to admit
it. He held the boy by the waist as he fucked easily in and out of his
smooth ass, feeding him the full length of his cock as he bore directly
into the hole before him. 2 more Trainers walked in just as Skip grabbed
Jonas by the ears and hammered at his throat until he dumped a full load
into his stomach. Jonas felt the cock jerk in his mouth as cum poured down
his throat openly. Skip yelled and cursed as he came before pulling his
cock from the boy's mouth. Jonas' mouth still hung open well after the cock
exited, drool dripping from his bottom lip as his stomach churned on the
seeds pumped deep inside him.
	From behind Travis was fucking him harder, sending his cock through
the anal ring with increasing speed. Soon he was hammering the boy-hole
deeply, slicing through Jonas' body with penetrating strokes. Not long
after he felt the hot cum of his assailant shooting inside him.

"How was he?" asked 35 year old Clifford, stroking his erect cock as he
awaited the boy's chute.

"The kid has experience..., he won't take much training." –surmised Travis.

"Will make for some good fucking in the meanwhile, though. Eh?" –asked
Clifford, taking Travis' place in the rear. Travis watched as Clifford spit
into his palm, then massaged it into his cock before plunging it balls deep
inside the kid's roost. Jonas grunted aloud as his anal track was stuffed
full of thick cock once again. Clifford grabbed him by the hips and started
fucking his cum lined track, ramming his dick in and out of the clinging
hole.


ELSEWHERE...
	19 year old Jamal Hampton sat in the hospital under police guard
while awaiting answers. He'd reported what happened to him and his friends
some hours ago to officials, but still hadn't had any word about his case
or claims. Police officers were horrified to hear the story of slavery and
torture Jamal and his companion Glenn Summers had reported when taken to
the local hospital for observation. Glenn Summers' anus was severely
swollen and abused, doctors examined him for internal damage, but was sure
it could be saved with some massive reconstructive surgery. Glenn was
sedated as his body was prepped for surgery. Jamal was sitting in his
hospital room when an agent Bryce came in from the FBI Division.

"Mr Hampton? I'm agent Bryce, I've been assigned to your case."

"Case?" asked Jamal, noticing the man was not in uniform like other
officers.

"It's a kidnapping..., FBI always takes jurisdiction over kidnappings and
disappearances." –informed Bryce. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

"I've already said what happened..., to the other 20 doctors and officers
I've talked to! Why don't you go FIND what happened to my friends?!"
–yelled Jamal, frustrated.

"You mean..., Alex Alexander and Symir Jones?" asked Bryce, looking through
his notes. "We're uh..., we're looking into their disappearances as well."

"I told you..., THEY said they took them to Japan!" –yelled Jamal, angrily.

"I've read the report, Jamal..., do you know how hard it would be to
smuggle 4 american boys out of the country without airport security and
customs finding out? Especially since 9-1-1? It's impossible!" –explained
agent Bryce.

"I don't know about all that...!" said Jamal, unconcerned. "...all I know
is what THEY told me!"

"THEY could have lied, Jamal! WE have to keep all of our options open! They
could simply be in the next country, or the next state..., they could even
still be in the same place they held you and Glenn Summers in, -we don't
know! You can't just trust the word of criminals that you already stated
held you against your will and..., and did..., those things to you! Give us
time to investigate! We'll find your friends!" –assured Bryce, causing
Jamal to settle down some. "It doesn't really help that you nor mr Summers
can recall the exact location you were held in! We have agents combing the
area..., but can't find anything like you've described."

"Maybe...maybe I can take you out there...? Would that help?" asked Jamal,
hopeful.

It..., MAY help us find the location of this place faster..." said Bryce,
uncertain. "...but first, we should get you cleared by the doctors..., how
are you feeling right now?"

"My asshole hurts! But my friends are more important!" –said Jamal, jumping
up from his hospital bed.


THE FOLLOWING DAY...
	Bryce, Jamal, and an army of police and rescue vehicles rush
Interstate-21. Helicopters fly over head for a birds eye view, signaling to
agent Bryce that an old gas station is the only thing on the road ahead of
them.

"I remember that gas station...!" –excited Jamal, recalling how he and his
friends had stopped there for directions. "There was this OLD guy there, he
told us what route to take! Turned out to be a dead end to nowhere!"

"Could have been a set-up!" –surmised Bryce, turning into the old rickety
run down station. An old man was sitting out front, cooling himself in the
shade while he fanned himself with his cowboy hat. "Is that the man you
saw?" asked Bryce, rolling don his window as he donned on his official
shades.

"I think so..." said Jamal, squinting. Bryce got out of his official car,
then walked over to the old man. "Sir..., I'm looking for some lost boys
that may have traveled by this road some time ago, 3 black boys, and
perhaps a State Trooper? Have you seen them pass this way? Perhaps gave
them some directions?" asked Bryce. The old man placed his old hat back
onto his sweat drenched scalp, then chewed his tobacco before spitting the
nasty brown goop onto the floor of his station.

"You a cop?" asked the man, inquisitively. "I've already had every State
Trooper this side of Canada question me about every missing person from 20
years ago! I'll tell you what I told them..., I'm pump gas for a living, I
ain't no traveler's guide of town watch! Plenty of people pass here, else
I'd have gone out of business ages ago! I can't be expected to remember
every single sould that drives by my highway!"

"uh..., right. Are you familiar with a Route-5, somewhere along this
Interstate?" asked Bryce, fishing further.

"There's an old dirt road a few mines down a spell, but it ain't got no
name! Just a dirt road is all!" –explained the man.

"Does anyone live there? Are there any towns people anywhere near?"

"Only town within 50 miles of here dried up and moved YEARS ago! Nothing
but open land out there now!" –insisted the man.

"Thank you, sir. Sorry to take up your time." –offered Bryce, returning to
his car.

"Times all I got out here, boy!" said the man, watching them drive
off. When the officers were out of sight, he reached down into the wrinkled
crotch of his pants, and groped his hardon. "Time be on our side..." he
added, spitting tobacco.
	Bryce, Jamal, and several cars drove down a few more miles.

"Agents checked the old Auto Garage you and Glenn talked about in your
reports..., they found some DNA matching you and Glenn there, as well as
fingerprints of a hundred other people, as well as a dead dog which looked
to have been beat to dead by a baseball bat. Seems someone had been using
it as an old chop shop to steal old abandoned cars and re-sale the parts to
dealers..., but we found no one there, and no other incriminating evidence
to tie into what you described at that torture camp."

"So what are you saying..., that Glenn and I made up the whole kidnapping
thing? That he had something to do with his sons disappearances, and I did
the same to my boiz? You think we lying?" asked Jamal, excited.

"I'm not saying that, Jamal..." said Bryce, trying to keep tensions
down. "All I'm saying is we can't seem to find no evidence of what you
described. Hell, even Glenn admits he never stepped foot outside the garage
until you busted in and rescued him..."

"But he admitted to see the State Trooper Rick Donavon..." –added Jamal.

"I'm NOT saying that either of you are lying. We KNOW that Matt and Brandon
Summers exist and are currently missing, as well as your friends Alex and
Symir..., but we can't arrest people we can't find! And the place YOU
described as this huge building that had many rooms and torture
chambers..., virtually doesn't exist on land or air!" –said Bryce,
referring to the birds eye view.

"That's because it was underground!" –explained Jamal. "It was some sort of
cave, or cavern..., it was cold and dark all the time, no windows, no
sunlight...!"

"Like a mine?" asked Bryce. "The town the old man spoke of used to thrive
off mines! When the work dried up, the town moved and dispersed! Maybe you
were held down in one of those mines!" surmised Bryce, turning his car in a
180 degree turn as he raced back towards the turn off to the old mines
shaft he recalled seeing on map.
	For the next few hours, agents combed the entire mine shaft with
flashlights, bloodhounds, and inferred equipment. Only to find nothing but
old closed off shafts and dangerous angles. After 6 hours of intense
search, Bryce's superiors insisted they call off the search. Bryce's man
and equipment returned back to their places of origin, leaving the case
"open". That weekend Bryce thought of nothing but the case. He found
himself drawn back to that site, combing over the grounds already covered
by his search teams. But this time Bryce was determined not to leave there
empty handed. He walked the perimeter inch by inch, looking for any clues
whatsoever. He found one in the form of a unconcealed air vent (the same
one Josh used to escape from). Bryce pulled the lid up and off, then shown
his flashlight down inside the dark tunnel. Going against policy, he
mistakenly decided to venture forth without calling in for backup. He
wanted to find some concrete evidence before going back to his superiors.
	Cautiously he climbed down into the vent, descending down and down
and down until he finally reached the bottom. Bryce pulled his gun, then
followed the narrow corridors deeper into the facility. It was obvious that
THIS was the place that Jamal had described so intensely during
questioning. It was also obvious that agents missed it because it was
intentionally closed off from the rest of the mine shaft. Bryce's brain
told him to go back up the air shaft and call for back up, but curiosity
kept him going forth. As he got deeper into the Bunker, he began to hear
male screams of agony and torture. Bryce inched his way down the hall of
one corridor, until he came across a large iron door. He looked around to
make sure he was alone, them placed his ear up against the door. Behind it
he could hear the muffled grunts of a male. Other voices spoke inside also,
but he couldn't quite understand them. Bryce started to reach for the
handle, when he suddenly noticed a small round disk about waist high in the
center of the door. Bryce bent down, then pulled aside the thin lid
covering the hole. He placed his eye up against the hole, and peered in.

	Inside Bryce could see a young man strapped to an old fashioned
stockade. 2 men stood on either side of the young man, one ad his head, the
other at his ass. Bryce watched as the 2 men fucked the man front and back,
both of them sinking their thick ample cocks into his well used holes. The
man grunted and gagged as a big cock slid in and out of his mouth,
disappearing all the way up to his hairy balls. The other man fucked
repeatedly into his pale white ass, his big cock disappearing between the
taut white cheeks to sink deeply into the cum clogged anus. Bryce pulled
away from the hole, standing up as he tried to decide how to proceed. It
was obvious that the man tied to the stockade was held against his will,
-the scene played out just as Jamal Hampton had described it in
interviews. Bryce noticed a number on the door; #2.

	Bryce decided to check a few other doors, and cautiously crept up
to cell #3. He bent down and slid the small round cover aside to peer
through, -inside he saw another young man tied to a high back wooden chair,
his legs raised high and tied far apart to reveal his bare ass and
potential fuck hole. Bryce could see the wet red wide round anal ring, and
knew instantly that the boy had taken cock on more than one occasion. In
fact, it seemed to be dripping a steady faucet of semen, as if just
recently fucked mere moments ago. Just as if on que, one of the Trainers
walked across the room into view, his long hard appendage bobbing before
him ominously as he approached the bound boy. Bryce could see the fear in
the boy's watery eyes as the man stood directly before him, then aimed his
cock up to the worn wet opening, and pressed in.

"MMMMMMMmm!!" yelled the boy from behind his gag as the cock slid in
smoothly and deeply. Bryce could see every single inch of it disappear up
the young man's well fucked hole. Instantly the man's hairy balls slapped
against the boy's slick buttock, as he ground his entire tool around in the
cum clogged track before moving in and out.
	Bryce watched for several minutes as the man fucked the boy hard
and relentlessly, sending his cock plunging through his quivering boy-cunt
with a steady stroke. Strangely, Bryce felt his underwear becoming too
tight as his cock started to swell behind its confides. Reluctantly Bryce
tore himself from the gloryhole, to move onto the next door. Door number4
show 16 year old Jonas Jacobs still getting double fucked at once as he
hung suspended from the ceiling in a sling. One Trainer stood in front of
him, while another stood behind. Both men held onto the teen's body by head
and hips, as they drove their ample cock through his rings. Bryce saw the
boy's eyes bulge with every throat plunge the cock made down his full
gullet. The man at his ass was slamming his hips into the boy's pale white
orbs, ramming his entire cock balls deep into the kid's talented
anus. Bryce could tell by the roaring hardon hanging under the kid's pelvis
(dripping strands of pure semen while his boy-cunt milked the Trainer's
cock for all its worth) that the kids was more into it than the other 2
captives. Agent Bryce knew he had to find help, or else no one would ever
likely see these boys again.

	Bryce tore himself away from the hole despite his overwhelming
desire to stay, watch, and beat off. When he stood upright, his stiff cock
pushed a prominent tent in his pants. Bryce decided to back track the way
he came in, and started to retreat back down the corridor. But unbeknown to
him, Bryce's every move had been recorded on camera, and while he had been
busy studying the cell contents, other Trainers were wetting up a road
block. When Bryce round the corner, he came face to face with 4 adult
Trainers, armed with weapons and shackles.
	The first punch knocked Bryce for a loop, causing him to loose his
gun. After that the attack was fierce, practiced, and controlled. His neck
was wrenched in a head lock, his wrists were twisted backwards as his arms
were tied behind his back. His legs were kicked from up under him, while
his clothes, weapons, and communication devices were confiscated. When
Bryce tried to scream his title as FBI Law Enforcement, his mouth was
gagged with a hollow mouth piece as he was hauled off naked into holding
cell #5. There his legs were tied spread eagle against a flat Y shaped
table. His head was strapped into place so he couldn't move. Greased
fingers bore into his tight never before touched anus, causing his to
scream groan like sounds through the piece. A young boy was shown into the
room by 2 other Trainers, Bryce instantly recognized them as the ones
double fucking the young kid in cell #4. They helped the boy up onto the
table, his feet on either side of Bryce's head. Bryce looked directly up
between the boy's legs, and could see his nearly hairless balls and erect
teen cock still dripping remnants of semen. But Bryce's eye focused in the
glossy red rosebud nestled between the boy's smooth buns. Just then the boy
started to squat down as told, until his boy-hole lined up with the round
outer shell of the mouth piece sticking out of Bryce's mouth. Bryce watched
in horror as the boy's cheeks parted and his hole opened as it rested
snugly against the outer piece.

"Shit!" ordered one of the Trainers, as Jonas pushed out with his anal
muscles. Bryce yelled a muffled protest as Jonas' boy pussy opened, and 6
helpings of spent Trainer's sperm belched from his innards, and flooded the
hollow piece protruding Bryce's mouth.
	The warm cum filled the hollow center, oozing down into Bryce's
oral orifice and attacking his throat and taste-buds. But even as the agent
choked on his first official essence of male sperm straight from the depths
of some poor teen's fuck chute, the fingers churning in Bryce's virgin cunt
was quickly yanked free, then replaced by the hard cock of another
man. Bryce's screams turned into gargles as the sperm passed through his
throat and down into his belly. His asshole screamed violation as the cock
pierced him deeply, and fucked him mercilessly. In a few days Bryce will be
officially classified as a missing person, in a few weeks he'll be taught
and trained to serve any size cock that enters his mouth or ass, giving his
masters a firm satisfied fuck every time called upon. At that time he will
be sold and shipped to his new home away from home, and in a few years, his
name will become nothing more than a memory to the people that knew him...

And so the story goes...

The End (for now)
DOGG

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IF YOU LIKED THIS SERIES, OTHER STORIES OF INTERESTED MAY BE;
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"BLACKSUB", "SUBMISSIVE BLK THUG", "THE HOLE", and "RICK'S ANAL ORDEAL". OR
YOU COULD CHECK OUT MY LISTINGS IN THE "prolific authors" SECTION OF THIS
SITE.

-D