Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2002 13:39:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Edward Chong Subject: Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 2) - With And Without A Reason Disclaimer: The following is a pure work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental. The story contains depictions of non-consensual sex between men, with lots of very heavy authoritarian scenes that includes abduction, bondage, cock and ball torture, tit torture, flogging, wax, fisting, and electro torture. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read these stories should hit exit right now. The same goes for those weak at heart or easily offended by graphical depiction of non-consensual and rough sex between men with lots of torture elements. Otherwise enjoy. For those who have been waiting for this installment, I extend my apologies. I didn't intend to post the second installment a year after the first. During the course of this one year, I got side-tracked by a lot of things in life. Since this installment is linked to yet another installment, I am unsure if part 3 will be posted sooner or one year from now. Send me an e-mail to tell me about your opinion. This story may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the permission of its author. Any comments and thoughts are welcomed. *************************************************************** Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 2) -- With And Without A Reason *************************************************************** Edward woke up that morning with Alexander and Collin sleeping in his arms. The night before was wild but somehow romantic. After Sean left for Kenneth, they got real close and ended up in Edward's bed doing a three way blowjob before ending up in a fuck sandwich, with Edward in the middle jacking off Collin. It may have been the performance of Sean and Kenneth that aroused them, but they prefer not to think of it that way. It scares them to even acknowledge the fact one can be turned on by such cruelty and pain. Alexander and Collin stirred in their places and came to life, breaking Edward's thoughts. "Hey, morning, kids." Edward greeted them with a smile on his face. One that they have not seen in a long time. The sun brightly lit the room. "What time is it?" Alexander asked. "Almost nine." Edward answered. Collin jumped up. "Shit. I'm late for school!" Collin got too excited and accidentally rolled off the bed, landing in a heavy thud on the floor. Alexander and Edward laughed out loud and told him it's a Saturday. There's no school on Saturday. "What's wrong with you, little bro? Got too disoriented because of the punishment I gave you yesterday?" Alexander asked jokingly. Collin gave him a jeer. "That was a great performance, kids. Where did you get the idea to fuck him by the window, Alex? Or should I say plastered to the window?" Edward asked casually, obviously making a mistake. "I saw it in one of the pictures on the Internet and thought it would be erotic so I ... hey wait a minute. How did you know about that?" Alexander came to his senses. Edward gave an `oops' and decided to tell them. "Well, you know you guys never did learn the usage of the lock on your door, so I took the liberty to have a little peek show. Anyhow, the sounds from your room were driving me crazy with lust." "A little peek show. Didn't anybody tell you that it's not nice to be a peeping Tom?" Alexander pressed, moving closer to him. Edward knew something was coming. "Err... well I..." Edward stammered but could find nothing to say. He was feeling a little ashamed of himself when Alexander gave Collin a wink and the two of them started to attack him, tickling him all over. Edward was always the one who is the most ticklish and right then he was howling with laughter. Sean came into the room right then and started to laugh as well, then joined into the assault on Edward. "Was that just for fun or did it have a reason?" Sean asked after things have quiet down. Edward was panting and sweating all over. "He was peeping on us yesterday when I was punishing Collin." Alexander complained. Collin poke Edward at the ribs and he jumped, then moving away from his little brother fearing they may start the attack again. "Well, Edward wasn't the only one who witness the performance. I did too." Sean confessed. Alexander and Collin looked at each other in bewilderment. "You were peeping with him?" Collin asked with wide eyes. "No. I am not that low. I was in the garden and I saw through your window, or at least I saw Collin ON the window." Sean laughed at his own joke. Collin's face grew red and Alexander pat him on the head. "Where's Kenneth?" Edward asked. Suddenly he was concerned about his second brother who's never been good to him in a way a brother should be. "Still in the dungeon." Sean said matter-of-factly. "What?!" All three of them asked in unison. "You left him there all night?" Collin asked with even wider eyes. "Sort of. We had a more intense session after you guys left yesterday night. Then I left him sleeping in the dungeon, bound on the table." Sean got up from the bed and headed for the door. The three brothers looked at each other and gulped. Then, Sean turned around and continues. "Relax. I'll let him go in a day or two." "A DAY OR TWO?" Edward, Alexander and Collin yelled together. "Don't worry. This is normal. Ask him after I free him. He'll tell you that he likes it." Sean left the room. They lay back down the bed and felt tremendously disturbed. The morning went by rather uneventfully. They sat in front of the TV watching some cheesy B-grade action movie. At about noon, Edward declared that he has to go out to get some groceries. Although most of the time it is done by their butler, Edward has always been the fussy one. He wants a certain thing which can only be bought at a certain place which only exists for a limited amount of time. Alexander and Collin wanted to join him at first, but then decided otherwise without giving Edward a reason. And so, he left the house alone. It was only a few minutes walk away. He thought it would be best to go on foot. He could use the exercise anyway. In his mind he keeps thinking about what has happened in the past 24 hours. He has gotten closer to his brothers than he has ever been. He was enlightened to his two eldest brother's bizarre relationship. Finally it felt like home. Finally he felt accepted. Finally, he reaches the store. It was almost empty inside, as he can see from the glass wall. The door slides close behind him as he enters the air-conditioned store. Two cashiers were sitting at their respective counters looking at him. The entire store was deserted other than that. He felt a little awkward but proceeded anyway to the aisle where he will find what he is looking for. As he makes a turn into the aisle, he hears footsteps from behind. Before he could turn around, a hand wraps around his torso as another covers his face with a piece of cloth that has a certain distinctive smell. Chloroform. That was the last thing he remembers. It was dark. He doesn't have the sense of space. He could hear muffled sounds coming from everywhere. He knows he is semi-conscious. He felt his body being moved from the cold plates of a vehicle to a wooden table in a damp room. After putting him face down on the table, he felt them pulling his hands and legs apart. Then he felt them removing his clothes. He mind began to wake up but the chloroform was still having effects on him. He could only struggle weakly as they stripped him off completely and tie his hands and legs to the four corner of the square table. "The subject is secured, sir." Someone spoke. He could it hear him clearly even through the hood that was covering his head. He is finally conscious. "Remove the hood." Another man said. The voice was rough and foreign to him. He felt a hand grabbing the hood on his head and yanked it off, pulling some of his hair along. Edward yelled and cursed. As the lights hit his eyes, it took him more than a minute to figure out what is happening, He is in a vacant room with only this table and another small table beside him. There were things on that small wooden table that he has never seen before and doesn't know of their usage. On the ceiling is installed a few very bright lamps. He is naked, spread-eagled on the table. His hands and legs are secured with restraints made from leather that has been built into the table, making it very difficult to break. Beside him are three men in military uniform. One of whom wears a slightly different colour, which suggests his ranking must be higher than the other two. By the look of his hardened face and well-built body packed with muscles, he must be the man behind all this. "What the hell do you want with me?" Edward barked, then realized it was not the brightest idea. At the mercy of a total stranger, the last thing he needs is to piss him off. "I have been looking all over for you, Ian." The man spoke. "Who?" Edward asked. Ian? Who is Ian? So this is what it's all about. Mistaken identity. Now all he needs to do is to explain the situation and he will be home free. "Why did you run from me, Ian?" the man asked, breaking Edward's thought. "Look, mister. You are mistaken. My name is Edward Wilson, not some Ian that you are looking for. This is sincerely a case of mistaken identity. If you let me go now I can pretend nothing has ever happened." Edward begins the negotiation. "Come on, Ian. You can do better than that. Do you think I'll be fooled by such idiotic acts?" The man replied without the slightest look of surprise on his face. Now Edward is in trouble. "Look, man. I don't know who this Ian is or what he has done to you but I am really not him. I am Edward Wilson. Check my identity card if you don't believe me. It's in my wallet." Edward continues to convince the man. "No wallet found in his belongings, sir." One of the two soldiers promptly reported without being told to do so. Edward mumbled a `shit' as he remembers that he did not bring his wallet along. Since it was so close to his home, he decided to only bring the money that he needs. "I am going to ask you again. Why did you run from me?" The man brought his face close to Edward's and look him straight into the eyes. He was obviously not interested in the mistaken identity matter. He is determined that Edward is Ian for some reasons. "What makes you think I am Ian even if I am?" Edward tries a different approach. "I can be someone who looks just like him. I may be him. I may be his twin brother. What makes you so sure I am who you say I am?" "You will regret this, Ian." The man said and promptly walks away. Edward turned his head around as much as he could and caught a glimpse of the man nodding to the two soldiers, who immediately saluted and started to move towards him. The man left the room and closed the door. "Hey, what the hell are you guys trying to do to me?" Edward is beginning to get scared. The two soldiers grab some things on the table and move out of sight. Edward couldn't see them on either side of him. That can only mean they are directly behind him. "You shouldn't have pissed the General that way, Ian." One of the soldiers spoke, and jams something into Edward's ass. Before he could scream in pain, a gag was shoved into his mouth. How long has it been? One hour? Three hours? It could have very well been five. He lost all sense of time. The two soldiers have left him alone in the room, still restrained to the table where they had tortured him. The first assault was a dildo about four inches in diameter, jammed up his ass without the assistance of lubricant. He was gagged right away with his own underwear. They worked the dildo for a long time before changing into a bigger one. He was thrashing about but the restraints held him. The third time they change the dildo, to an even bigger one, maybe six inches in diameter, they began to strip as well. Edward was in pain from the back assault and in awe at the sight of the two soldiers' hard and muscled body. He could tell they were young. Maybe around his age. Give and take a year or two. Their washboard abs and contracting biceps, hard butt and smooth body. Edward nearly came right then, even when they were his tormentors, he couldn't resist the lust that was building inside him. Maybe secretly he has hoped for something else to happen. The look of their big and beautiful cocks makes him so hungry. He wants to taste them. He wants to feel them inside his mouth and inside his ass. But he couldn't make a move, not in his position of a captive and not while he's still under oath of keeping it in the family. But as the two soldiers move around him naked, he wished he had never made that oath. But that was about the last things he saw. One of the soldiers put the hood back on him and tightened it. He could barely breathe. There was no hole on the hood but he was sure something that felt like a zipper was present at around the mouth position. The hood was secured with a collar around his neck that was padlocked. He then felt something was attached to the restraints on each of his limbs and the table began to give way. He was happy for a moment that he may be free but ended up in disappointment when he found out that they had had hung up in the air with some kind of contraption and removed the table. With the dildo still I his ass, his cock jutted down to the floor, red with blood and hard with anxiety. Suddenly he felt something cold hits his cock and balls. He jerked and figured out that it was water. They wanted his cock to go limp for some reasons he has yet to know. When the result was achieved, they put some very tight cock rings along his shaft. He had use a cock ring before but not like this. All the rings seem to be connected by something on the topside. Then he felt them grabbing his balls harshly and began to separate them. He yelled out in pain but his underwear was still in his mouth. They strapped both his balls separately with some leather or Velcro material that makes them push against their sacks, hurting him so bad he thought his balls will burst open. With his cock and balls tied so hard, there's no way he can cum. But that wasn't all. They continue to connect the strap on his balls with a rope and pull it back so far back they were nearly torn off his body. His cock was given the same treatment. They tied it with rope, leaving two ends and pull them the opposite ways so it tightens around his cock. The pain was, until then, still bearable. The dildo in his ass was removed and replaced by another dildo. Smaller and rougher, he felt it was cold, probably made of steel. He didn't hear the flick of the switch but he did notice the humming as the dildo starts to move in his ass, pumping him. The dildo is attached to a machine! It fucks him automatically as the two soldiers continue to work on other parts of his body. He felt clips (probably clothespins) were being placed on various parts of his body. His nipples were given special attention when he felt the crocodile clamps bite down on them. He yelled out a muffled cry while the machine dildo continues to rape his ass. The soldiers have stopped working now. He could barely hear their movements. Then he heard a `swish' sound. It sounded like a thin rod being swung through the air. It sounded like, a cane! Shit, he thought to himself. They are going to cane him! As soon as that thought finishes, the first blow landed on his ass cheeks. The pain was blinding. He couldn't see for a while, but in that hood, he could never really see anything. The second blow came down before he could recover. It was a kind of pain that he had never felt before. He was sure that his ass cheeks are bleeding right now. The third blow came down and he thought he would pass out by the fourth. But the fourth never came. Instead, he heard another sound of something being swung through the air. This time he recognizes it as a whip. Oh no. He wasn't sure if he did scream when the first lash when down on his back. He wasn't sure if he had screamed when the tenth lash went down on his back. He was only sure that by the twentieth, he lost consciousness. He felt his body move. He was unable to determine where he is. He felt something or someone pushes him from behind and he felt something in his dry mouth. He tried to swallow but he found out that he couldn't move his jaws. Slowly, he recalls what happened and what is happening. At this moment, he is hung face up with his head dropped back. The zipper on the hood that still confines him was open and his mouth was being kept wide open by a circular steel ring placed inside it. He has lost control of his mouth. His underwear that has been gagging him before he passed out was replaced by something warm and hard. It didn't take him long to find out that it was the beautiful cock of one of the soldiers'. Realizing that, he tried to reciprocate in the action, but as his jaw movement is constricted, he could only do what he can with his tongue and throat. He sucked in air and tickles the shaft with his tongue. The soldier was deep-throating him with ease because of the position his head is in. damn, he is long, Edward thought. At least eight inches. He can fell his nose touching the soldier's ball through the hood each time he trusts in. He was having fun on this side of his body but that didn't made him oblivious to the fact that the other soldier is pounding on his rear. After the dildos, his ass is so stretched that he could barely feel that guy's cock in his ass. And that guy was hung as well as fat (in the cock). He pounded his ass like there was no tomorrow. Hard and fast. Short jabs into his prostate that made Edward suck in air every time, to the delight of the cock in his mouth. The two soldiers were double teaming him. Upon further inspection, Edward realised that the clamps and clothespins were still on his body, and another new sensation that he could not fathom in the beginning. It was hot and it stings upon contact, but immediately the pain turns into a very subtle pleasure. This sensation was all over his body and it came periodically. On his chest, on his stomach, on his balls and cock. Also, the place where this sensation has been, will feel hard after a while, like something that has touched his skin hardens with time. Edward comes to the conclusion that it must be candle wax. They must have hung the candles above him and lets them drip on his body as they pleasure themselves with his orifices. A bolt of pain shot through his body all of a sudden. His balls were being slapped by the soldier who is ramming his ass. With each inward stroke, the soldier slaps Edward's balls with his hand, alternating between left and right. With his balls still separated, the pain is unbelievable. With his cock still bound, he yearns to cum. He is in heaven and hell at the same time. He felt the two soldiers' fucking begin to get faster. That can only means they are getting close to cumming. The one at the back was going to town with his ass, humping him for all it was worth. The one in front held Edward's head and pushes his cock deeper and deeper into his throat. It was amazing that he didn't gag, Edward thought to himself, and it was then that he felt the rear soldier tense up. A hot load of cum shot up his intestines and that made his ass contract involuntarily. The soldier was further excited by this and he shot more loads into Edward's inner spaces. The one inside his mouth follows suit and he felt fresh cum passing his throat directly into his stomach. Edward was being filled from both ends. As both sides come down from their respective climaxes, Edward heard the door opens and the voice of the General that he first met hours ago. The two soldiers quickly pulled out of him. He couldn't hear their conversation, but the General was not pissed at what they have done. Instead, he heard the soldiers dress and leave the room. When the door slams shut, he heard the General began to strip. Oh no, not another session. His ass is sore and his mouth is tired from the contraption that has been keeping it open for so long now. The clamps and pins on his body has already grow numb. He could no longer feel the stings of the wax. Perhaps the candles have burnt out or his entire is so full of wax that subsequent drops do not reach his skin. The General walk around him, naked. If only Edward could see his physique, he would tell the General anything he wants to know. Even in his late age, the General has a muscular and hard body. Over six feet tall, his giant cock hangs down like a snake. The weapon was at least ten inches long... soft! He removed the steel ring inside Edward's mouth but did not close the zipper. Edward moves his jaws to get some feelings back. The General continue to walk around the bound and helpless boy. He used the ring he took from Edward's mouth to slide across the pins and clamps on the bound body as he walks around it. Edward jumped in his restraints and yells out with the return of the stings to his body. The General stops behind him. Edward thought that the General was going to mount him, but instead he felt something cold was pushed up into his asshole. It was the machine dildo! Not again. The humming began and the dildo began to pump him, only this time it was much faster and stronger. He then felt a crocodile clamp on each of his balls. He screamed. How the General managed to find skin to attach the crocodile clamps to was beyond him. His balls were separated so wide it was lucky they weren't ripped off his body. He also felt more crocodile clamps on his cock and chest. Except for the humming of the machine that constantly rapes him and the sound of his own moaning, everything was quiet for a while. "So, are you ready to admit who you are?" The General asked matter-of-factly. Edward was too engrossed in the ass service he was receiving from the machine that he didn't really hear the General spoke. The annoyed General tucked at the crocodile clamps attaching Edward's tits to get his attention. After the screaming has stopped, the General asks Edward the same question again. Edward didn't know how to reply to that simple but yet tricky question. If he says no, the General will obviously refuse to believe him and tortures him more. If he says yes, who knows what will happen next? After all, this Ian did run away from the General and made him real piss to treat him this way. It could be worse if he says yes, but it could also be his only way out of this. He couldn't decide. "I'll make this easy for you." The General spoke before Edward could make up his mind. Shutting off the machine dildo, he removed it from Edward's ass and then fills it up with ass beads, each about three inches in diameter. There were a total of ten beads. When he was done (ignoring Edward's screams and protests along the way), the General removed the crocodile clamps that has been biting into Edward's nipples and replaces them with real tit clamps, both connected by a chain. To this chain he attached another chain that origins from a contraption that Edward could not see. The General then spoke again with the same calm voice. "I will ask you a total of ten questions. With each correct answer, I will pull an ass bead out of your sorry ass. For an answer that I do not want to hear, I will make the chain connecting your tits tighter, like this." Edward heard some noise, like a wheel turning and felt the chains connecting to the nipple clamps tightens, tugging harder at his sore nipple. He gasped but did not scream. "If you do not answer me, the result will be the same. If you hesitate, the result will be the same. First question: are you Ian?" Edward thought fast and answered an uncertain `yes'. The General seems to be pleased with the answer and pull an ass bead out of his ass. The pain of the bead coming out was as bad as it went in. "Okay, Ian. How did you escape?" Uh oh. Edward had to come up with an answer fast, but he couldn't think of anything to say. The General cranked the wheel-thing again and the chains tightens again. The nipple clamps are really hurting him right now. There are still eight more questions to go, nine if he fails to answer this question. "I had a contact. He helped me." That was acceptable, thought Edward. He only hope that the General shares the same thought. He obviously did when another ass bead was removed from Edward's ass. Eight more to go, but the next question was even worse than the last. "I want a name." was all the General said. "Charlie." Edward didn't even had time to think. The name just blurted out of his mouth in his state of fear. He just hopes that there is a Charlie where the General came from. Another ass bead was removed as he heard the General mumbled something about Charlie being the mole. Whoever this Charlie is, Edward is silently apologizing for the troubles that this will cause him. Seven questions to go. If he could pull this off, he might get out of this alive. But didn't the General used the word `escape'? If this Ian escaped from wherever they came from, wouldn't they bring him back now that they have captured him? Or has he already `returned' to his `prison'? Shit, this is getting out of hand. "Next question, Ian. How did you come to know about Project BoySnatch?" What? Project BoySnatch? What the hell is he talking about? How is he going to lie his way out of this? An idea struck him. Since he had already blamed Charlie for `helping' him `escape', he might as well blame him for this. "Charlie told me." The wheel was cranked and the chains pull violently the nipple clamps that were near to tearing his tits away from his body. He screams. "Liar. Charlie might be able to help you escape the Dungeon, but he could never have known about Project BoySnatch. Tell me the truth." There was a hint of anger in the General's voice. "Fine, you want the truth? The truth is I don't know what the fuck you are talking about! I am not Ian! My name is Edward Wilson! I don't know who Charlie is and I don't give a damn what Project BoySnatch is all about! Let me go!" "So you lied to me from the beginning. You still think this mistaken identity trick is going to get you out of this, huh?" "I didn't do nothing!" "Listen, you imbecile. Even if you are who you claim you are, that this is an honest case of mistaken identity, do you think that I will just let you go?" Edward's stomach churned at the understanding of that sentence. "I... I... didn't do anything. I don't know anything. I'll never tell what happened." He was practically begging. The fear in his voice is evident. The General caught himself smiling wickedly. "If you know what is good for you, then think twice before you yell at me again." The General yanked all the ass beads out of Edward, who screams at the top of his lungs. It felt like his guts were being pulled out of his body. He slumped into his bondage, near the edge of unconsciousness as he felt something else on his ass. It was a finger. The General had inserted a finger into his ass. As soon as the finger went in, it was removed. Edward thought that would be the end of the treatments that his ass would be receiving. How wrong was he. Something that felt like the tip of a hose was pushed into his now loose hole. Immediately after, he felt cold water beginning to fill his intestines. Shit! The General is giving him an enema straight from the tap! As the water continues to gush into his stomach, the General attached a bucket to the rope that pulls Edward's balls painfully apart from his body. The bucket was placed strategically behind the quivering asshole, so that when the enema water is expelled, it will be collected in the bucket. Satisfied with the position of the bucket and the amount of water that has been forced into the struggling boy, the General shut off the water supply, but left the hose in. Edward has never felt so full in his life. So full was the water inside his belly that it hurt like hell. The water was threatening to burst him open. He tried to push them out, but the General held the hose that plucks his ass firmly. Repositioning himself and preparing to move the bucket to catch the incoming gush of water, the General removed the hose. Edward moaned with pain and pleasure as the water was expelled from his body, but quickly feeling another pain rising in his balls. He couldn't see what was happening, but he knew that the water was somehow being collected and the container is attached to the rope holding his balls, thus as the water fills the container, the rope will pull down on his balls with greater pressure. His moans turns into screams that the General likes to hear so much. Its music to his ears. When the water was all out of his system, the bucket was nearly full, making the rope pull on his balls so tight it might just ripped off his body any second. Luckily, the General removed the bucket after having some fun sliding it across the rope to give some smarting feeling to Edward. The enema went on for a couple more times, but at least there were no more buckets. Edward's ass has never been this clean. The General wasted no time and shove his giant cock into Edward with one thrust, all the way to the hilt. Edward screamed as the General began to pump him full with every thrust. Harder and harder it goes. Faster and faster it went. Edward felt the General's cock pulsate inside him and knew that the General would cum any second now, and that was when the General stopped fucking him and withdraws altogether. Edward almost whined at the empty feeling that enters him as the giant cock leaves his ass. "Don't worry, boy. You will have something else in your ass very soon." That sentence did not register as a threat to Edward. What else could they possibly do to him now that will be worse than what they have done? When he felt two fingers being inserted into his ass, he instantly knew he was wrong. Another finger was added to the concerto that was playing in his ass and Edward knew what was coming. The General is going to fist fuck him! The fourth finger went in with a little difficulty, but the thumb was easier. As the General's entire left hand went in, Edward passed out. Or so he thought. He saw white lights and all, the pain was searing through his very soul, but he was still very much conscious to what was happening to his ass. He felt the hand inside his ass made a fist, and his entire body shuddered with a sensation close to orgasm. However, because his balls were pulled so far apart and his cock has been strapped so tight for so long, it could not reach the climax that Edward was looking for. However, he did feel amazed by the fact that his cock was still rock hard after all these torments. The General began fucking Edward with his hand. Each thrust hits Edward in the prostate, bringing him closer and closer to the orgasm that he could never reach. The General had his forearm in the ass now, and he keeps on fucking the helpless boy in front of him. When most of his arms has almost disappeared into the ass, he pulled it back out, leaving only the fist inside. Edward felt the fist expand. The General is opening his hand inside him. No, not quite. He is making an `o' sign with his hand. He felt the General's cock invade his anus again. It slid in easily after the fisting he had received. Finally Edward knew what the General was doing. The cock went into the `o' in the hand, and the General began moving his hand around his cock, inside Edward's ass! He is masturbating himself inside my ass! Edward almost fainted with that thought, but the pressure on his prostate with each movement of the hand kept him awake till the General shot into his gullet without mercy. There were so much cum some of it leaked out of his asshole and trails down to the floor. He didn't really feel the General's hand came out. He was so spaced out he thought his soul had left the body. However, that was not to be. He didn't know what happened for a moment. Perhaps nothing happened for a moment. He thought it was all over. However, that was not to be. He heard only faintly the General's question. "So, Ian, are we still going to go on with this mistaken identity scene or are you just going to answer my questions?" "My... name... is... Ed... ward..." "Fine. Have it your way then." The General dressed and left the room. He was only alone for a minute when the two soldiers who raped him earlier came back in. One of them spoke. "Time for the next phase, my friend." Edward didn't understand. His head was swimming with uncertainty. "You know you can never escape our corporation. Why did you even try?" The other soldier spoke. "Look what you got yourself into." The two of them began to place things on his body. Some were steel rods, some were pads. All the clothespins and clamps on his body were removed, except for the crocodile clamps. The blood that rushed back into the clamped skin was a stinging pain that brought him back to his senses. The nipple clamps were replaced again with the crocodile clamps. His mouth was gagged with his underwear again. The zipper was closed. What they were going to do to him, he doesn't know. However, with his mouth being gagged, there is no way he could talk himself out of this situation. He can't speak, let alone lie. The implication here is that they are no longer interested in making him tell the truth. That could only mean... A sudden sensation went through his entire body and he bit down on the underwear gag. All his muscles felt like they were contracting at the same time. The feeling was somewhat familiar. Another attack coursed through his body and he recognized it as electricity. They are applying electrical current through his body. They are electro torturing him! Every time the electricity went through his body, he jerked and his balls and cock were pulled by the restraints. His limbs have given up for some time now, letting only the restraints to hold him in the air. He also felt that the machine dildo is once again pounding his ass and some of the electricity was coming from there and not only from the crocodile clamps. Every time the electricity went through him he bit down on his underwear, tried to scream and struggled so that he will not feel the pain. However, the persistent and constant voltage that made his body spasm continues for a long time. It went on and on until he could no longer feel the pain from it, and passed out. He was dreaming. He heard familiar voice. Not that of the General or the two soldiers in charge of torturing him. The voice sounded nostalgic, hopeful. A voice he had not heard in what seemed like a long time, and hearing it brings him a warm feeling in his heart. Of course, it could have been the electricity but it wasn't. It was the dream, only he was not dreaming. He was half-conscious and he heard people around him. He couldn't see. The hood still restricts his senses but he can hear the voices around him. There were two of them. He felt a pair of hands on his head and the hood came off. The bright light from the fluorescent lamp above blinded him more than the hood. It took him a couple of minutes before he can see who the two new persons are. They were releasing the restraints that held his balls, then the ropes around his cock. The crocodile clamps were removed when Edward was finally able to recognize the two faces that came into his view. It was Sean and Kenneth. "Are you ok?" Sean asked. Edward shook his head. "How did you find me?" "We'll talk about that when we are out of here." Kenneth replied. Edward looked at the two of them. "Let me down." "Not so fast." Sean said, to Edward's and Kenneth's surprise. "What are you talking about, bro?" Kenneth asked. "I can get you out of here, Edward, but I want something in return." A wicked grin formed on his face. "What are you talking about?" Edward was getting frustrated. Maybe seeing them isn't such a good thing after all. He forgot what assholes they were. But he remembered that Sean and him made up before he was abducted. What is going on? "Can't we talk about this at home? They could come back anytime. We have to hurry." Kenneth tried to be reasonable. "No, no. I want Edward to pledge to be my slave if he wants me to rescue him from this mess he has gotten himself into." Sean put forward his proposal, or was it a blackmail? "What?!" Both Edward and Kenneth asked in bewilderment. "I don't think this is a good time to... " Before Kenneth could finish his sentence, Sean barked at him. "Shut the fuck up or I will leave you here in Edward's place!" Kenneth shuts up immediately. "That could be a good idea." Edward said absent-mindedly. "Come on, Sean. Get me out of here. Stop fooling around." "I am not fooling around. I mean it. You be my slave and I get you out of here, or I leave you here." "Come on, man! This is not the time to talk about this!" Edward protested. "Choose now or I will leave without you." "What the fuck is wrong with you, Sean? This is not a game! We don't have time!" Edward was scared now. Scared more than angry because Sean might just leave him here. "Exactly. We don't have the time so you better make up your mind fast." "Fuck. You know I am not into those kind of things." "Yeah right. Look what you have just went through. By the look of your cock, I will say that you certainly enjoyed most of it." Edward looked down and saw his cock was still hard as a rock. Deep down inside, he knew that Sean was right. Somewhere along the torture, he had learnt to enjoy it. Or perhaps, the better explanation was he had found out that he enjoyed it. The rape by the two soldiers was hot. The clamps although painful added to his sexual arousal. The wax was certainly something he would want to try again. Although he wasn't so sure about the fisting and the electro torture, Sean was right about it. He did like it. The flogging was painful though. "Can't we talk about this some other time?" Edward tried to get out of both situations while maintaining his freedom. "Nope. Choose now or I leave you here. Tell you something. What I will do to you, will be less severe than what you have experienced, judging from the equipments in this room. However, if I leave you here, God knows what else they will do to you." Sean was right. That last electro torture that knocked him out was probably intended to kill him. He had no choice. "I... I... " Edward couldn't mouth his submission. "Ok then. Kenneth, let's go." "Ok! Ok! You win. I am your slave from here on in. Satisfy now?" "Such rude attitude. I am not sure that I want you now." Sean teased. Edward took it seriously though. "Oh no. I am sorry, master. Please get me out of here. I will do anything you want me to. Please." "Anything?" Sean had to rub it in. "Anything... master." Edward was defeated. "Alright then, we have a deal. Kenneth, quickly now." They released Edward from his bonds, but due to the long hour of bondage that he had been subjected to, it was difficult for Edward to even stand on his own. They had to practically drag him along. The path they took to escape seemed pretty straight-forward and vulnerable. It was almost like they were walking out the front door and nobody was watching. Edward could point out all the suspicion, but in his weaken state of mind and his haste to leave the premise, not to mention his recently submission to his eldest brother, he didn't pursue the matter. A car was waiting for them on the opposite street. Alexander was driving. As they drove away, Edward saw that it was a large building with no windows, as if it was a huge block of bricks and concrete. He didn't catch the name of the building. Perhaps, there was none. "How long have I been kidnapped?" Edward asked. "About twenty hours before we got to know where you were." Alexander replied. "How DID you know where I was." "I think you should find out that answer on your own when we get back to the house." Kenneth was the one to answer this time. "What's with the mystery?" "You'll see." Sean said simply. "Hey, does this has anything to do with a guy name Ian that looks just like me?" Everybody was silent. "It does, doesn't it?" "You'll find out the answer when we get home." Sean finalized. "Why can't you just tell me now?" "I said later!" Sean raised his voice. Edward fell silent. Their drive was quite long and Edward wondered how far he had been taken. He would ask that question but he was afraid that it would piss off his new master, so he kept quiet. When they finally reached their mansion two hours later, Edward was happy to be home. After all, he had a lot of nursing to do. His ass is killing him. He still limps when walking. He thought about reporting this to the police. Someone will pay dearly for doing this to him. He was greeted at the door by Collin who hugged him so tight he nearly choked to death. They were laughing as they walked into the living area like a one big happy family. That was when Edward saw him. Sitting there on the couch was himself, or a person who looked exactly like him. ***************************************************************************** Continuation of story in Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 3) -- This Is Where Everything Changes *****************************************************************************