Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 00:18:42 EDT From: NPhillydogg@aol.com Subject: Rural SLAVES-9 (the SLAVE captives are; 19 y/o Jamal Hampton, 19 y/o Symir Jones, 18 y/o Alex Alexander, 23 y/o Kersey Deen, 30 y/o Sam Lampard, 16 y/o Mathew Summer, 17 y/o Brandon Summers, 40 y/o Glen Summers, and 25 y/o Rick Donovan. 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!) _______________________________________________________________________ Rural SLAVES-9 THE BUNKER... 25 year old hispanic police officer Rick Donovan was being driven in the back of a dark van with his hands tied securely behind his back and a hood over his head, -to a destination unknown. For the past 12 hours he was beaten and fucked by 3 sadistic hillbillies; Cletus (the auto shop owner), Judas (his helper), and the Sheriff. Rick had never been anally penetrated before, so the fuckings were brutal as the men shoved in their huge cocks and fucked him relentlessly for hours! Rick's only consoling thought was that Glenn Summers (another man that had shared his fate), had fared far worse! The van jumped and bounced along the bumpy road, throwing Rick back and forth from one side of the van to the other. He was naked, wrists bind by rope. His face and body ached all over from the punches he received whenever he didn't submit to their demands. As a result of refusing to perform oral sex, he was beat in the mouth until he lost a tooth! His asshole burned, swollen with irritation from the multiple fuckings forced upon him. He could feel a constant leakage despite the throbbing pain in his gut. The van stopped. Rick heard the van door open and close, then heard the back doors of the van open. His police instinct and training told him to bolt! Quickly he jumped to his bare feet, and lounged head first into the sound of voices. He connected with someone, knocking them over as he tumbled on top of them. He distinctly heard more than one voice, and knew they were not alone. Hands grasped at his naked sweaty limbs as he fought to get upright, then started to run. He didn't know where he was, or where he was going, -all he wanted to do was get out of there. He ran blindly, cutting the soles of his feet on sharp rocks and shard pieces. Small hills and rough bumps hazard his escape, causing him to stumble several times. He'd only managed a few yards when he was suddenly tacked to the ground with football player force. He kicked and yelled for help, struggling for freedom as he was roughly gathered, and dragged away, -descending down into a dark cold place far from the outside warmth. Rick could hear moans, groans, and occasional screams echoing through the hallow corridors. He heard the sound of a big metal door opening, then felt himself pass through the entrance. He was fastened (face down and spread eagle) against a horizontal table, his wrists and ankles locked in iron shackles. "Cletus says he's an officer...," he heard one of the male voices say. "...you think he might bring trouble here looking for him?". "What's the chances? The Sheriff'll claim he never saw him. Besides..., ain't no one around here for miles! How'll they find us down here?" answered another voice. Donovan listened closely, trying to hear any clue as to who his kidnappers were or what they wanted from him. Then he suddenly tensed, feeling a rough hand caressing his hairy ass. "Clet' also said it was tight! Who's gonna be first to break it?" asked the second man. Donovan struggled against the restraints as one of the men stepped up behind him, then shoved his big thick cock into his sore leaky hole. "AAARRRHHHHH!!" screamed Donovan behind the hood and gag. His fists clenched tightly as his colon was fucked yet again! The man behind him was huge! His cock bore into him like a torpedo, bursting through his aching ass to pummel his intestinal track madly. Down the hall... 19 y/o Jamal Hampton was strapped into a wooden recliner, his muscular legs hoisted up and spread wide in stirrups. One of the "Slave Trainers" (Wallace) was between his legs, hammering his big thick 10" cock deeply into Jamal's cum creamy ass. Jamal's mind had shut down ever since his first penetration. The men fucked him one by one, -repeatedly, laying cock and cum into his sore swollen entrails. Back home in college, Jamal was a stud athlete. He and his friend and teammate (Symir Jones) had their practical pick of college girls. Women adored them, and men wanted to be OR imitate them. They were state champions, on the verge of reclaiming their title. Now he was the fuck slave prisoner of hick hillbillies. One after the other they would walk into his single cell, unzip their cocks, and plunge into the deep swollen hole just recently vacated by another Trainer. Jamal had no idea how many times he was fucked, or how many cum loads dripped from his abused anus after each fucking. He simply sat there, awaiting the next fucker to walk in and stick it to him. Down the hall he could hear echoes of Symir, or the 2 white boys he was captured with. His mind reeled with thoughts of freedom, of finding a weakness in their coven, and taking advantage so he and his friends could escape! For while they may have had his body to fuck, his mind was still of his own to wander. Meanwhile Wallace was taking long, deep thrusts in and out of his hole. He leaned in closely to the 19 year old boy's veg-like body (their faces just inches apart), and picked up the pace of his thrusts. Jamal was taking the full length of Wallace's ample cock, the only sign of his presence was the painful expressions written well across his handsome face. He didn't speak a word as Wallace worked his big white cock in and out of his tight black hole. Their color was a strict contrast of one another as Wallace's cock disappeared completely up Jamal's basketball sized ass, only to re-appear a second later before being thrust back up inside fully. This was repeated over and over until Jamal felt Wallace's cock thicken and expand inside him. A moment later, he felt the unmistakable surge of semen gush into his bowels, filling him up completely. Wallace was panting for breath, having cum hard inside the black teen. He waited a few minutes before removing his cock, standing upright wobbly as his limp rod fell down over his hairy balls. Jamal tried not to look at the fat white cock that just unloaded in his ass, but he couldn't help but take a peek. He saw Wallace move away, just as another man walked up. It was Skip, the youngest of the Trainers at 19. He took Wallace's place, aiming his hot hard 7 and 1/2 incher up to the black fat swollen hole, and pushed in. Jamal merely grunted as Skip fed him the full length of his rod, then started fucking him relentlessly. Another cell... Held Jamal's friend Symir. Symir laid on his stomach across a work bench. He was being fucked royally (front and back) by Travis and Horrace. Rafe and the men had taken much time training Symir the proper way to suck cock without allowing him to sink his teeth into their meet, by fitting his oral cavity with a circular tube inwhich they could use to effectively fuck his mouth and throat. Symir had his throat penetrated enough times to be able to deep throat without. With his fate as a slave cock sucker sealed, he had learned to suck cock openly and willingly, eager to please his white masters at a mere moment's notice. Upon entering his cell, Horrace and Travis watched the 19 year old black college boy professional jump up from his bunk immediately, awaiting orders. He quickly did as told, and bent over the work bench, -presenting his round rump and mouth for fucking! Travis walked over and presented his hard cock, which Symir easily suckled into his mouth. He latched his lips to the cock, sliding them back and forth along the shaft while Horrace aimed his ample cock up to his brown ass. He shoved in smoothly, sinking all 8 inches of uncut cock into Symir's black tight hole. He grunted and groaned with every thrust they made into him, fucking him from both ends with deep demanding strokes. Cum lined his inner throat where an untold number of climaxs washed down into his stomach. His asshole bared the same exquisite punishment, having received enough cock to make any Times Square hooker happy. He had to admit to himself, that while the fuckings were extremely one sides, they didn't hurt nearly as much as they did at first. With his asshole becoming more and more accustomed to cock, they slid into him easier and more smoother than ever. Infact, he was beginning to find it quite erotic (which scared the hell out of him!). His black dick grew under the heavy pounding in his ass. He was disappointed when he felt Horrace cum in him after only 20 minutes of intense fucking, as he didn't start to enjoy it until just minutes ago. But his delight returned when he felt another thick cock pushing deep into his freshly cummed ass. Trainer Oliver had been walking by when he peered in to see Horrace climaxing up the young "nigger's" ass. He opened the large iron door just as Horrace was removing his shrinking tool, and quickly took his place while Travis continued to ram the boy's throat. "Suck that cock, BOY!" hissed Travis, humping wildly into Symir's face, -his pelvis bumping repeatedly into his round nose with each plunge of his throat. Symir felt his throat invaded by the long hard white/purple cock, and found himself actually looking forward to the point where it came ominously down his throat. Oliver held Symir by his hips as he fucked into his hot ass, picking up where Horrace left off. Symir's cock never softened as the men switched places. It bobbed and swayed under the heavy pounding, leaking semen from the tip as he was fucked between the 2 bucking men. Travis' thrusts became more frantic, signaling his pending climax. Symir wondered if he would cum deep down his throat (like most of the men did), or if he'd pull back and cum in his mouth (making him taste the seed before making him swallow it), OR if he'd pull out completely and dump his load all over his face (as some of the men were fond of). His question was answered when Travis gripped the back of his head, and pulled Sy's face into his sweaty groin, -wedging his throbbing cock down into the boy's throat before hosing his esophagus with a rich thick burst of salty semen. Symir came almost immediately after without even touching his own cock! He panted and groaned as he accepted Travis' cum gift, then felt his own cock pulse as he shot thick cum all over the bench beneath him. Oliver felt Symir's asshole spasm around his plunging cock, but continued to butt fuck the boy straight through his orgasm until he finally came inside him some 30 minutes later! 16 year old Mathew Summers was laying silently in his bunk awaiting the next "trainer", when he was taken down a long dirty corridor to the "shower room". There he was met up with 23 y/o Kersey Deen, and 18 y/o Alex Alexander. "Move it!" said the guard, shoving Matt forward. Timidly he walked into the shower area with the other 2 men, taking a shower-head just beside them. He looked the other strangers over carefully. They didn't look like "trainers" to him. Kersey looked smaller than all the other men Matt had encountered while here, and Alex was..., well, BLACK! None of the "trainers" were black! Mathew surmised that they MUST be captives like himself! "M...my name's..., Matt." he whispered softly, afraid the guard might hear him. "I'm Kersey...!" whispered Kersey, the closest to Mathew. They both turned to the black boy, standing the furthest away. "Alex." he mumbled, keeping an eye on the guard. "Are you guys..., like me? Captives?" asked Matt innocently, as the water began to hit his body. "Yes!" beamed Kersey, glad to have found another like himself. "I was kidnapped with my boyfriend -Sam! He's..., he's 30, sandy hair, muscles, mustache and a goatee..., have you seen him?" he asked frantically, having not seen him since their arrival. "No..." whispered Matt. sorrowfully. "I've seen him." whispered Alex, lathering soap along his athletic brown body. "He was in a cell with me and my friends..., I guess a few days ago. It's hard to tell." "Thank god! How was he? Is he okay?" asked Kersey, glad to hear he was still alive. Given their torture methods, Kersey was sure Sam (a Top) would have died before converting over! Even forcefully! "He seemed okay to me." said Alex, gingerly. "I mean, as good as can be expected under the circumstances." he added, thinking back. "He seemed to have adjusted well..., after the way he sat on my friend's dick." "After he what?" asked Kersey, his eyes popping in disbelief. "They had one of my friends tied to a table, and told your friend to sit on his dick after they made him suck it." recalled Alex. "Is your friend black, too?" asked Kersey, mouth agape. "Yeah, all 3 of us are. We're basketball players for State College." answered Alex. "And..., h...how big...., is your friend's cock?" asked Kersey, curiously. "Over 10 inches!" said Alex, picturing it in his head fondly. "My gosh..., I...I can't believe it..." moaned Kersey, shaking his head. "It's not like he cheated on you..., I'm sure he had no choice!" defended Mathew, thinking Kersey was angry with Sam. "It's not that..., it's just....Sam's a TOP, he's never been fucked before..., I know it had to be hell for him!" "Didn't look like hell..., what with the way he was bouncing on my boi's dick! Looked like he liked it!" recalled Alex, much to Kersey's horror. "Have... either of you seen my brother, -Brad?" asked Mathew, having not seen him in days. "No." answered the 2 strangers. looking between them for the answer. "HEY! LESS TALK, MORE SHOWERING!" yelled the guard from the doorway. The 3 men stood silently, and showered as told. 17 y/o Brandon Summers lay on his bunk bed, holding back tears as he wondered whatever happened to his father and brother. He'd heard no news of either in days, and he was starting to really worry. He'd just been fucked some 30 minutes ago, by one of the "trainer" guys (they all were beginning to look alike!). He knew it would only be a short matter of time before another would follow. They never seemed to go too long between fucks, never more than an hour at the most. During the hours they were allowed to sleep (if that's what you want to call it), they were fixed to a device called the "plunger", which would consistently fuck them in their sleep. Or they would be fitted with fat dildos or butt plugs to keep their anal pussies open and wide. Brandon was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a noise. It wasn't of a door opening (as he expected), but it did echo a sound of sliding metal. He was surprised to see a cock suddenly slide through a small hole in the huge rusted iron door which held him prisoner. Immediately he jumped up off his bunk, and rushed over to service the cock. This method of service had not been administered to him before, but Brandon knew his training, as well as the severe beatings they got if not followed through. He fell to his knees before the door, and met the cock at eye level. This cock looked to be about 6 and 1/2 inches long, -much shorter than all the other Trainers Brad had previously encountered here in the Bunker. Without being summoned, he sealed his pink lips around the rather average sized penis, and began sucking feverishly. He pushed his face up against the door, his lips surround the cock base as it sank easily into his throat. After (weeks?) of sucking hot hard cock after cock, deep throating had become second nature to most of the captives. They were used to sucking down big thick hard white 8, 9, even 10 inch ivory cocks, sucking until their throats ballooned with the ripe tangy seeds of their captors. Indeed Brandon no longer found the act as disgusting as first thought. Infact, he'd grown to like the taste of most of the men's seeds. He sucked eagerly to get his "reward", which was what the Trainer's called their cum, -a reward for good cock sucking! And while he may have had a nagging doubt about who this cock belonged to, he treated it no different than he would any other master's. Soon he felt the cock starting to pulse between his lips. He heard a tiny groan on the other side of the door, just before his mouth filled with the flavorful gush of tasty semen. Brad gobbled it all down as quickly as he came forth, swallowing hard and sucking for more. The cock twitched and throbbed under the gentle play of his mouth and tongue, before slowly receding back out through the hole. "Hey!" called a voice in the corridor, startling the soul of the person that was on the receiving end of Brandon's blowjob. "What'r you doing down here? You know this place is off limits to you kids!" said Titus, walking up on his 13 year old son, whom just gotten his very first head job -ever! "awe dad..., I was just havin some fun with one of the slaves...!" whined the boy, standing at only half his father's height. "You know your mother don't approve of you being down here until you're of age!" scolded Titus, watching his son tuck his still hard cock back into his pants. "Now you go back on up to the surface before she comes down here looking for you!" "Yes, sir..." sighed the boy, leaving his father's presence immediately. Titus chuckled, knowing his young son had just got his cherry popped orally. The mere thought of his son cumming in some slave's mouth made Titus' cock rock hard. He looked up at the iron door his son had just stood before, and reached into his own pants to pull out his own 8 and 1/2 inch cock. Brandon had just walked away from the door, when he suddenly heard the sound of sliding metal again. He turned to find another hard cock presented, and quickly rushed over to service it. This cock was more along the sizes he were trained for, and it took longer to make cum as he bobbed his mouth back and forth along the thick veiny shaft for nearly 20 minutes before he was "rewarded" with it's thick rich cum! This time it was plentiful, and filled his mouth 3 times before it finally stopped shooting. Brandon was fisting his own hardon with one hand, while fingering his wet hole with 3 fingers from the other. He shot 5 streams of slick semen at the base of the door, panting hard around the mouthful of meat he was swallowing. Abruptly it disappeared back through the hole, leaving his mouth with the heavy taste of cum. 30 y/o Sam Lampard found himself in a rather humbling situation! Before his arrival to the Bunker, he was a Top man in the "real world", -married once, he began fucking gay men after his divorce from women in general. Since his arrival (and initial inductee into "bottom-hood"), he hasn't gone more that an hour without a good stiff cock up his once recently virgin ass. The "humbling" part is; that while he's always fancied himself a virile top with an insatiable lust for ass, he now found himself on the receiving end of that desire. For it was now past the HOUR mark, and his male-cunt was craving more cock! He found himself on his bunk with his legs up, fingering his own pussy. When that wasn't enough, he walked over to one of the "torture" chairs, and sat on the 7" dildo towering up from a hole in the seat. Sam bounced his own ass up and down on the rubber cock, fucking himself to try to satisfy the inch growing inside him. But after a few minutes, he abandoned his quest, wanting the THRUST of a real man instead. Just then, the door opened, -and in walked Bufford, Rafe, and Brighton..., each naked, with stiff hardons standing before them! "Looks like this slave is about DUE another round!" laughed Brighton, stroking his cock as he peered at Sam with hungry eyes. "What've you guys done to me?" asked Sam, feeling his pussy throb with want! "Why do I feel like this?" he asked, frantically. "We didn't do anything, except fuck you real good!" smiled Bufford, his beautiful 8 inch cock practically calling Sam's name. "And that's what ALL you faggots want..., some thick, hard, male cock pounding you guts full of cum! You're all the same!" added Rafe, flexing his big 9 incher with his pelvic muscles. "Bullshit! I was a TOP!" yelled Sam, in frustration. "Ain't no such thing when it comes to faggots!" said Rafe, closing the door behind them. "Now lay back on the bed, and tell us what you want..." Sam looked at the 3 hard men, their cocks all stiff and ready for action. He did as they said, and laid back on the bunk bed, -raising his legs to expose his slime wet hole. "Fuck me..., please...!" he asked, pulling his ass cheeks apart to stretch the hole wider. Bufford obliged Sam's plea, and walked right over and shoved his bloated cock in with one shove. Sam yelled, but took the cock expertly as Bufford settled in with a strong, deep, penetrating fuck which finally satisfied Sam's inner desire. Rafe and Brighton waited on the sideline for their turn to cum! SHOWER ROOM Clifford cut off the water supply just as the 3 boys finished their shower. "This way!" he said, leading them back down the hall and to an elevator shaft. He gathered them all inside, then took the "lift" up several levels until they appeared in what looked like a hotel suite. There they were introduced to 2 big Texans (complete with cowboy boots, plaid shirts and ten gallon hats). "These are the boys we have available right now." offered Clifford. "Each are amply trained in anal and oral pleasures, to serve you in anyway you deem necessary." "Hell hot damn!" said the first of the 2 Texans. "I think I be startin with that cute lil' nigger boy, rite there!" he pointed at Alex. "Lips that big and fat, MUST know a thang or two bout suckin!" Cliff pushed Alex ahead. The 18 year old stumbled forth, then obediently got down on his knees and took the big man's cock out of his pants, and started sucking. "Looks good to me, too!" said the second man, looking at Matt and Kersey. "I'd like some of that myself! Which of you 2 boys gives better head?" he asked, with a big ole Texan grin on his face. The 2 boys looked at each other, each hoping the other would step up.