Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 18:43:26 -0700
From: Christopher Trent <anticmete@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Antidote 4

This is a work of fiction depicting man to man sex.  If you don't like it or
are too young to read it, legally, you know who you are, close this page
now.

Many thanks to those of you who kept after me to get this newest installment
done.


The Antidote


Chapter Four


Under Raven Hogwood's directions, Casey Worth was subjected to mental and
physical torture in the form of a well organized structure of assaults on
his manliness.  No marks were made on his body.  He was well fed.  Once a
day,  a bowl of Kibbles was put on the floor of his cell,  and one of the
men or else one of the guards took out his cock and pissed on the dog food.
But Casey learned to lick the bowl clean and then lick his lips.  They kept
him hungry on purpose.  Except for protein.  His insides, belly and ass,
were constantly sprayed with huge amounts of cum which he could hear
sloshing in his belly. He was kept in a dungeon far beneath the ground and
only brought up to the great room for a few hours a day.

Raven's billion dollar headquarters appeared to be a sleek modern, bordering
on futuristic, house,  eight thousand square feet of unspeakable luxury,
which served as living quarters.  But directly under the three story living
area, there was a ten story underground factory where illicit munitions were
manufactured.  The bottom level was a prison for detainees in subterranean
dungeons. All housed in the one structure.  Casey, since the start of his
detention in his nightmare dungeon buried deep in the earth, had not for a
single moment been allowed to wear a shred of clothing.

It was now a commonplace fact of his life that he was sometimes brutally
raped by five or six men at a time and at other times he had to beg for the
privilege of extracting the life saving juice from the same men's cocks.
Whatever a drug, or combination of drugs, did, his dick was never at
anything but full hard with a shiny red helmet head, day and night; and
always leaking,--- to his everlasting humiliation. His cock stirred and
swelled up if someone entered the same room, or said good morning, or
inadvertently touched him.  He tried not to, but could be counted on to
splooge day or night, if anyone of his tormentors or the guards or one of
the munitions workers who hopped on the elevator worked on his tits for
longer than a minute.

Raven Hogwood directed the administration of a pharmacopoeia of designer
drugs whose purpose was to greatly enhance Casey's enjoyment of whatever was
happening to him at any given moment   But the constant flooding of Casey's
nervous system with such impossible pleasures was a double edged sword.   At
the same time his rational mind remained awake, but impotent, and witnessed
in horror what he was being subjected to and made to enjoy without his
voluntary participation.

This was mind rape on a previously unimaginable scale.  His values, his
entire identity--- had been turned upside down.  Violated.

Sometimes he remembered how he had sneered at gay men who had been guilty of
the crime of admiring his muscular body, his larger than average cock. Now
here he was on his knees all day, every day, begging criminal thugs for the
privilege of taking their mancock way deep inside him, pleasuring   said
mancock to fire its' seed down his throat into his belly and so redeem his
life.  Now it was he who was among the lowest, most abject of cocksuckers.
And the kicker was that he was straight.  Or thought he was.  He told
himself that he wasn't really interested in men per se.  He only wanted to
suck their cocks or else take what they had up his ass.  Other than that he
had no use for men.

The delusion.  That was the beauty of Raven's program.

*          *          *

In an early morning staff meeting with his six lieutenants, Raven detailed
his plans concerning Casey Worth.  "I want him kept helpless and off-balance
the whole time."  Raven said. His splintered image looked out at the men
from the multiplicity of TV monitors lining the wall of the great room.
"On the desk is a list of drug injections to be administered precisely
according to this schedule. Milosh, if you would do the honors, please, and
pass the papers to all of the men."

Milosh had been idly stroking his crotch, watching Meric, who was sitting
next to him, feed his his fat, semi-hard cock to Casey, who was on his knees
in front of the two men.  Casey's naked body wedged in between Meric's wide
spread, muscular legs.  He balanced on one hand and held Meric's ball sack
with the other, squeezing them just hard enough to keep Meric deliciously
balanced between heaven and hell.

"Whew!" Meric said. He kept his voice at a whisper.  And then, the way Casey
swallowed his thick cock way deep into the prisoner's throat made him holler
out loud with pleasure.  He turned to look at Milosh. "No shit, dude," he
said. His eyes looked helpless.  "This fucker has learned more than one
cocksucker should know about suckin' dick.  Ooooo...yeaaaaah...pussyboy, you
keep that up and you're gonna be tasting yer daddy's splooge in a minute..."
  He was whispering to Casey on his knees between his legs.

In answer, Casey swallowed the whole cock from the tip to the root and while
it was down deep his throat muscles went to work squeezing and massaging.

"Here it comes, fucker," Meric said. "It's gonna shoot yer fucken tonsils
out."  The only sounds were a few loud slurps from Casey and then just
Casey's throat gulping sperm. And Meric breathing really hard.

Milosh looked on with a hint of impatience, knowing how hot it was to nut
down that greedy throat.

"You two men,"  Raven said.  "I do apologize if this is too boring for you
to follow.  But if you would give me your goddamned attention for another
fucking moment, we will finish discussion of this matter, and let you get
back to work on the prisoner."

Both Milosh and Meric snapped their heads to look at Raven's talking head.
"Yes, sir. Sorry sir." they fell all over themselves to say.

The toxic drug Casey was injected with each morning, and which drove him to
suck off the hoods to save his life, had built up in his body so that it
created a full blown addiction to cock and everything that came from cock.
He learned to suck cock, putting so much heart and soul into it, that the
men, too, for their parts, needed that blow job from him.

Milosh turned his head to look at Raven's image on the wall of monitors, and
nodded his head, acknowledging his employer's request, pushed himself up
from the couch nearest the table and adjusted his tented pants as he walked
over to the table and took up the papers.

"Men, you will notice there is a time line and a statement of the
objectives.  Read it and learn it, gentlemen."  Raven's myriad talking heads
said.

Milosh's boots clicked across the marble floor as he approached the first
couch.  He passed the papers on into the hands of each of the three men
seated there.  On the other couch, two men reached out their hands to take a
copy while Guido stood to get his paper.

"I like it, Raven," Meric said. He didn't look up as he spoke. Like the
other men, he sat on the couch  studying the page with both feet on the
floor.  "Especially the part about turning him into a bitchboy."  Meric's
legs spread wide and he leaned back on an elbow, his hand pulled Casey's
head down on his cock, stopped the naked man's head. "Hold still," he said.
He spoke very intimately into Casey's ear.  "I have a nice hot treat for
you.  Be sure you get every drop. But you know how to do that by now, don't
you?"  Meric went back to reading his page as Casey stood by waiting with
Meric's cock in his mouth.  Soon his cheeks puffed way out from how fast the
hot piss was hitting the back of his throat.  Then he began to swill it down
in big gulps. Meric looked up to watch his boy drink his piss. He enjoyed
the way Casey took his piss with greedy gulps as if it were his favorite
drink on a hot day in the desert.  "Oh, yeah, boy, you're getting to take
piss like a pro.  But then, you loved my piss from day one, didn't ya?"

Casey's drug regimen made him crave whatever came from a man's cock.  The
smell of testosterone, alone, drove him into a frenzy of dripping juices.
The thugs kept sperm and piss  flowing so fast and furious down his throat
he hadn't yet realized his behaviors had worked themselves into dependency.
As in chemical dependency.  It was part of what was happening and Raven had
told him that the antidote could be delivered in piss as well as sperm.  He
had come to love the feel of the hot, salty liquid hitting the roof of his
mouth.  He liked it better hot from a set of dicklips than cold, the way it
got when it was left in his doggy dish.  But even cold it was starting to be
tasty.

Casey swallowed the last drop of Meric's piss and smacked his lips as the
deflating cock fell out of his mouth; then he barked a soft bark of
appreciation.  Everyone in the room stopped and looked up at him. "Woof!" he
barked again.  It was the first time he had barked.  There was a flurry of
excitement.

"Good boy!" Meric said.

Milosh sat down again where he had been sitting and absently guided Casey's
head over to his crotch, unzipped, dug his fingers in and pulled his
semi-hard out and fed Casey his cock as he looked over the page.  The sounds
of sloppy lip smacking and slurping could be heard across the room.

On the other couch, Joel read and re-read the schedule in his hands. He
leaned against the leather back cushion and crossed one muscular leg over
the other.  His crotch, too, swelled up at the prospect of corrupting a
special agent. Especially one as handsome and well built as Casey Worth.

"And then it says here we begin to withdraw the drugs." Joel said.  "Why do
we do that?"

"Not the brightest light on the porch, are you."  Guido said, so quiet it
was as if he were speaking to himself.

"Guido," Raven said. It was uncanny how he seemed to hear every word.  "Cut
that shit out. I want you all to work together. If you can't get along, then
get the fuck out!"

"Okay, Chief." Guido said.  "Got it.  Sorry." He looked over at Joel; this
time without dramatizing the exasperation.  "Don't you get it, man?"  His
hand grazed absently along his bone.

"No,"  Joel said.  His tone a little defensive.

"To solidify the learned behaviors." Guido said.  He sat up on his end of
the black couch and faced his co-worker.  "If he learns to enjoy sucking
cocks on drugs and then you take away the drugs--- he's still a dick-happy
cum-swallowing cocksucker."

"What you just mentioned," Raven said.  "is a good start, but I want you to
go much further than that.  By the end of his training he's going to need,
and I mean need a fat cock up his ass and another one all the way down his
throat.  Like if he doesn't have one at both ends he will be in a state of
total anxiety,  get me?  Suicidal."

"And we get to do the dirty work and mold him,"  Meric said. "And it's like
a triage in an emergency room where the whole team works on one patient.
Like he's our patient. Or better--- our pet."

"Yes, Meric," Raven said.  "I thought you might see the beauty of that.  I
like your dog training sessions with him.  He seems to be responding to that
quite well."

"Thank you, sir," Meric said.  "He really coming along as a good little
puppy.  His next step is getting a tail."

"You men might also enjoy knowing,"  Raven said, "that I have a buyer for
him. In fact, I have several rival buyers who are bidding very high prices
for our special undercover operative, Casey Worth.  And they want him fully
trained; turned into a  docile piss-swilling dickpig."

"Ha! A he-man forced into being a pussyboy!"  Boris Tchernevsky said. "This
is good, Boss." And he laughed.  Boris Tchernevsky had once been with the
KGB.  His position, for which he was uniquely talented, was that of an
interrogator. He bragged that he had broken many men.  Turned them from
confident, self-reliant, manly men, into frail, nervous creatures who would
never regain there former confidence.  "He is already showing very good
progress."

"Good, Boris," Raven said. "Yes, he is showing progress, but I want you to
bear down, now.  I want you, Boris, to work on his asshole a couple of hours
a day.  But not just fucking and stuffing it.  That's too crude.  I want you
to stimulate it, massage it, stretch it, knead those asslips like bread
dough, sing to it, whatever it takes --- gently, easily, so he welcomes more
and more, and in a couple of months I want him to be taking a fist with a
smile on his face."

"Leef it to me, Boss,"  Boris said. "This is my special talent.  He will be
taking the my special glove inside of one month."

"Boss?"  Joel said. He sat on the edge of the couch, his his huge muscular
shoulders had been hunched but now they straightened up with his spine.
"Can I be in charge of his bitch tits?"

"Ah, yes," Raven said, "the enforced feminization program. He's getting a
nice big bust development, isn't he?"

"Oh, man, Boss!" Joel said.  "Those fucken things have turned into raving
beauties."

"They look like fucken udders on a cow,"  Guido said. "They're disgusting."

"Fuck you, Guido," Joel said.  "Those hooters are hot!" Joel's huge hands
held Casey's imaginary tits feeling their size and heft.  A small wet spot
on the crotch his shorts grew noticeably larger.

"OK, Joel, his tits are yours to do with as you think is good."  Raven said.
  The talking heads turned away from Joel.  All eyes were on Guido.  "Guido,
get with the program or you're finished.  And the next time I have to say
this, you're a dead man.  You saw what happened to Jelly Roll. You want
that?"

"Boss,"  Guido said "I'm sorry.  It won't happen again."

*         *         *

Raven's program of drugs was designed to warp Casey's mind and personality
even as it stroked his cock and his pleasure centers with mind numbing
intensity.   The drugs pleasured his ass so much that it had for all intents
and purposes been turned into a hungry boypussy.  Then there was the
emptiness at the back of his throat.

>From the beginning of his imprisonment, sexual humiliation was the chief
tool for the destruction of his machismo.  His startling good looks, his
superbly muscled body remained intact.  But his mind, well, that was
different.  Casey's posture began to slump.  His voice no longer rang with
authority, but took on an edge.  A nervous whine.  His skin lost it's golden
healthy glow. Now, perhaps due to incarceration in the dungeon, or perhaps
due to the drugs or even the prodigious amounts of male sperm he was
ingesting on a daily basis, more likely the combination of events, diet, and
drugs, his skin took on the white pallor of a slave bitchboy.  He needed
only to be shaved and ringed to have the appealing look of a bitchboy.

Casey begged the guard not to insert the huge dildos in both his holes as
they strapped him in for the night.

"Shut the fuck up, cock boy," the guard told him.  "Nobody asked you.  You
only speak when you're asked a direct question. And then the answer is 'SIR,
Yes SIR."  You got that?"

"Sir, please, don't." Casey said. "He wants to turn me into a pussyboy, Sir.
  My hole available to anyone who wants it anytime they want it.  That's so
wrong."  All the time he was talking tears spilled down his cheeks.  But the
guard took hold of his hard cock, pulling it back, then let it snap back
hitting his belly with a smack of hard flesh slapping hard flesh.

When Casey opened his mouth to protest, the other guard plugged his mouth
with a rubber cock and strapped it in place.  He took out two dildos from
his pocket, the first large and the other, extra large.  He selected the
much larger dildo.  Then spread the lube up and down the head and the shaft.

Casey's eyes bulged and his throat made noises.

"You'll get used to it," the guard said.

"That's what he's afraid of."  The other guard said. He laughed.  "He's
getting used to the big ones.  And he's beginning to feel empty without
something up there.  They massage his ass hole a couple of hours a day,
now."

One guard pulled Casey's legs up and over, past his shoulders, while the
other guard inserted the thing in Casey's ever widening and receptive
asshole.  "Mmm, that's getting to be a real nice pussy.  That pucker looks
so fine.  Like it wants to reach out and grab hold of a fat dick and then
suck it in." He looked at Casey. "You'll be givin' blow jobs with yer
asshole,"  he said and laughed,  then reached down and grabbed his crotch.
"I could use some of that pussy now."

The other guard looked at his watch then down at Casey's ass.  "Yeah, we
could both tap that ass and throw a couple of loads up there for him to
sleep on."

"Mmm...mmmf..."  Casey tried to protest violently around the dick plug in
his mouth.

"What's he trying to say?"  The first guard said.

"I think he said, 'Fuck me hard, you big fat cocked brutes,"  the other
guard said.  Both guards laughed.  "And something about  I just want to have
yer babies."  He laughed as Casey's eyes widened.

"That's what I thought he said." the first guard said.  "He's a saucy bitch,
isn't he?  I like that in a cuntboy."  The guard unzipped his pants and
flopped out his already swollen cock.  "How about you secure those legs over
his head so his toenails dig into the plaster on the wall."  The guard
pulled Casey's legs up and over his head so his toes hit the wall and his
ass was displayed provocatively.  A pair of padded leather shackles held his
feet in place. The guard pulled the dildo out of Casey's ass and put it, wet
with ass juices as it was, on the table.  He aimed his cock downward and
slid in past the ring of hot flesh.  "Mmm...I love those loose, slippery,
ass lips!" he said.  "Those guys upstairs have been working this hot little
pussy hard all day."  He slid in till he was balls deep.  The muscles
clamped down on his cock.  "That's right, you fucken bitch, milk me dry.
Bite my dick with your boypussy."

Casey's ass had been trained every day to respond to stimulus; to give
maximum pleasure to any cock that entered his hole, and now he couldn't help
himself.  His ass muscles went right to work just as they had been trained.

"Oooh, yeah," the guard said. "I'm gonna blow this right up your tubes.
Milk me, fucker, milk that splooge outa there.  I'm gonna plant this jizz so
far up that slut ass, you'll be tasting it all night long."  He plunged
twelve minutes worth of long, deep strokes.  The slow, deep fuck was closing
Casey's eyes with pleasure. You could see in his face each time the fat head
hit his walnut. Each time, his engorged dick lips belched out another wet,
sloppy hit of precum. And then his eyes popped open when his rapist threw
his final deep stroke.  Still breathing hard, ragged breaths, sweat dripping
from his brow onto his chest, the guard stayed while his cock blasted his
load deep into Casey's hot bowels.  Due to Boris's expert attentions Casey
had an ass orgasm at the same time.  But the swollen flesh deflated fast and
fell out of Casey's hole with a loud, wet, plop.  Casey's rigid cock was
glued to his belly and dripping with clear fluid.  "Next,"  the guard said.

The other guard moved into his place and slipped his thumb inside Casey's
wet pucker. "I happen to like a wet deck." he said.  His cock wasn't as long
but made up for any lack by being twice as thick.  The guard threw his whole
dick in and then drew it out.  "Oh, yeah!" he said.  "That is one sloppy
boycunt, alright; just the way I like it."  He put both thumbs in and
massaged the inner walls.  "Ahh, fuck it," he said as if he had just made up
his mind about something. Immediately he bent over and licked his tongue the
entire length of the now gaping wet hole. "Yeah!" he said. "Love that hot
wet soup."  He bent over again and put his face to the hole and tongue
fucked it till Casey was purring out loud.  Without warning the guard stood
up and slammed his fat meat in full length. "Daddy's home, bitch."

At that moment Anders, the youngest guard showed up.  Anders was not only
the youngest guard on Raven's compound, he was also the biggest of them all.
  And in more than one way.

*                   *                     *

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