Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2022 17:49:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Sub Hunting Season - installment 13

It is 8 months after the failed sub insurrection.  No one could ever
determine what led the subs to think that they would be able to escape,
and to find lives free of their conquering DOMS, but that is not our
concern.  There is ONE theory:  Oktopolis had many enemies, and while
none were as technologically sophisticated as Oktopolis was, their
technology WAS becoming more and more advanced.  Some of the DOMS and
Masters of Oktopolis used tracking devices on their subs, especially
those whom they thought had never been completely broken.  Bentz used
them on kevin and on billy:  he felt it was necessary to use one on
kevin, and he used one on billy for appearance sake.  kevin, he felt,
could escape and avoid recapture , but not billy.  Informant slaves
reported that there came a time when they felt a buzz at the tracking
device, and then the cessation of the very low level vibration the
devices gave off.  One particularly adept sub had deduced that the
devices had become inactivated, and soon the word spread through one of
the various underground sub networks.  With no surveillance hundreds, no
thousands of subs did not return to their DOMS.

In retrospect, the attempted insurrection should never have happened.
There was no plan; rather, it was a frenzied  "every sub for himself"
type of free for all that could only have ended poorly for the subs. And
it did.  Most of them were recaptured within two days.  The Oktopolan
"recovery force" was deployed for any DOM who asked for it.  When the
subs were recaptured, the DOMS had the option of taking their subs back,
or of releasing them to state "rehabilitation," i.e., work in
construction, mining, and other forms of heavy labor usually undertaken
by prisoners of war.  Most chose that option: a new season would be
starting shortly, and any DOM whose sub had attempted escape, was given a
free option to compete.

Both billy and kevin were part of the insurrection.  At first, Bentz did
not request the recovery force.  He assumed that he was sophisticated
enough at these matters to recover his subs himself.  He was half right.
They had NOT tried to escape together.  Tracking down billy was easy:
Bentz knew that billy didn't have a sense of strategy or of defense.  He
would flee immediately to someplace he felt safe.  He would have
recognized that his own former dwelling would be under surveillance, so
he'd go to the other places he felt safest:  his office, the department,
or... as Bentz surmised correctly, Jacobs' abandoned home.

Jacobs had become so old, and so feeble, that he now resided in the
luxurious state sponsored homes for "heroes to Oktopolis," and his home
was empty.  billy and five or six subs he met along the way were hiding
there.  That is, they were hiding until they heard Bentz' stentorian
voice at the door, accompanied by loud banging.
"BILLY!  IF I COME IN THERE, THINGS WILL NOT GO WELL FOR YOU.  GET OUT OF
THAT HOUSE NOW!"  billy had seen Bentz angry, especially at kevin when he
was defiant, and he had certainly experienced his dominance.  He had
never heard that tone in Master Bentz' voice.
"OH SHIT.  What am I gonna do?" He turned to his friends.  Foolishly, as
subs can be, they agreed to protect him.
The sound of the door crashing open from Bentz' weapon let them know:  he
was in.  "YOU WILL BE PUNISHED FOR THIS BILLY."  They heard his steps
approaching.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"  one red haired, blue eyed sub ordered Bentz before
Bentz, laughing, knocked him out of the way with one swat.
"BE THANKFUL I DON'T KNOW WHO YOUR MASTER IS SUB, ELSE YOU'D BE GOING
BACK TO HIM RIGHT NOW!"  Ginger man got up and ran from the house, and
after the other subs saw how strong Bentz was, they forgot their decision
to protect billy.  He was alone, facing Bentz.
"It's your choice billy.  Fists up, or on your knees."  billy was
terrified.  He got to his knees and whispered  "I'm sorry Sir," which got
him a SWAT across his face that was so hard, he was knocked back about
three feet.
"SORRY? YOU BETTER BE MORE THAN SORRY WORTHLESS BITCH."  Bentz rolled him
over with his foot, and pressed his heel down into billy's crotch.
"Harder, billy? You won't need these anymore.  Maybe I'll have them
removed."
billy wasn't a fighter, but he knew what to say:  "If my Master wishes,
then so be it, Sir."  Bentz was so angry, he just spat on the man.
"ON YOUR BELLY, HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK."  Within minutes he had billy
tied at the wrists and ankles, and just as he did when he captured him
the first time, carried him out over his shoulder, his hand firmly on
billy's ass.  billy couldn't help but feel aroused: Bentz hadn't shaved,
and that scruffle as he thought of it, rubbed against the exposed part of
his arm.  He recalled all the time he had felt Bentz' scruff, and Bentz
laughed, because he could feel billy's growing erection .
"Enjoy it while you can, sub.  It may be a while before you have another
one.  If at all."
It wasn't a long trip back to Bentz' manse, and in less than an hour,
billy found himself with his arms chained overhead, his shirt opened and
a nastier set of nipple clamps than Bentz had ever used before, attached
to his nipples.  They hurt.  So did the paddle Bentz was using to smack
billy's torso, and the ball spreader loaded with a 3 ounce lead weight
that hung from billy's crotch.   Things only got worse when Bentz moved
to behind  him, and billy felt the harder WHACK of the spanking paddle.
"According to my notes, you were up to 50 of these at a time."
"yes sir, that's correct,"  billy got out through his groans.
"You're about to advance to 75."  The whacks were not gentle.  billy
began crying after 30 of them.
"Please sir, please.  I repent.  I do.  I did the wrong thing. "
"You certainly did.  I should have you sent to a manual labor camp. HA
HA.  You would die in 2 weeks."
"Yes sir.  I would.  I would.  And I can be so much more valuable to you
here.  Please don't send me to work camp. PLEASE."
Bentz continued with the spanking.  He had no intention of sending billy
to work camp. It wasn't that long ago that billy was servicing his cock
with his soft mouth and his tight ass.  The tight ass that was gonna hurt
outside and inside that night.
When the beating finished, billy was totally spent.  Bentz took him, not
gently, up to the bedroom.  He thought about taking billy from behind,
which would mean that his sore ass would not be rubbing against a
surface.  Of course, taking him on his back would remind him..
Bentz flipped billy onto his back.  He lifted his legs.  Just before he
plunged in, he grinned and said  "welcome home, MANCUNT."
The council had set up a system for when subs were recaptured:  there was
a processing to take place. Bentz brought billy to the council the next
day and reclaimed him.  The administrator asked
"Are you sure, Doctor Bentz?  This sub has disobeyed you grievously.  You
certainly would be within your rights to dispense with him." He looked
billy over.  "Work camp would not be for him, but... I'm sure that he
could be trained for SOMETHING useful."  Bentz smiled.  "He already is.
That's why I re-claim him."
The administrator smiled.  "Very well.  But he still has to show his
repentance:  sub billy, do you renounce your actions?"  billy stood with
his hands bound behind his back, and one of Bentz' collars around his
neck.
"Yes Sir.  I do.  I insulted my Master immeasurably, and I agree: I have
to make amends in the way he sees fit."
Bentz saw it fit for billy to take cock at least twice a day.  He was the
only sub in residence at the manse, and he was responsible for all of his
old chores, as well as for kevin's.

kevin remained at large.  Bentz was enjoying billy's company so much that
he finally relented and agreed to use the recovery force to find McTine.
"Keep in mind, Dr. Bentz, that we cannot guarantee recapture, nor can we
guarantee recapture without injury."
"I understand completely," Bentz answered the head of the recovery force
"And I appreciate your work."  He had given the force all of the
information he had on kevin, and had cautioned them:  "he is a chemist by
training, and a very good one.  You should expect he has fashioned
weapons, and that he has continued the physical training he started with
me.  Your force should be extremely capable, and extremely strong.

Bentz' admonitions were accurate.  kevin eluded recapture for months.  He
had joined a group of subs who had played on the various teams in his
former rugby league, and they were big enough and there were enough of
them to provide substantial opposition and to avoid recapture.  That was
until the recovery force changed their strategy: when the engaged with
"The Ruggers" as they had named them, instead of attempting to recapture
the entire group, they would focus ALL of their energy and resources on
ONE member.  It worked.  When The Ruggers disbanded, the group had shrunk
in size from 25 to 6:  the others all recaptured and either returned to
DOMS, or reassigned to manual labor.  At 6, the group decided that they
didn't have the "muscle" to fight as a group anymore, and they went their
separate ways.  Much later, kevin would see some of them again, but not
for months.  Bitterly, he thanks Bentz for all of the workouts and all of
the physical training: that and his size got him deep into the Oktopolan
countryside, where he found an abandoned house.  When he shouldered his
way in, and looked around, he laughed.  "A DOM's country home.  It would
figure."  There were rusty handcuffs, collars, and piles of rotting rope
, as well as other "toys" that he knew from his time with Bentz.
kevin knew enough about living off the land to survive.  He also was able
to gather enough material from plants and from inedible parts of animals
he hunted, to create a small arsenal of defensive weapons, should he need
them.  He kept his guard up all the time.

The silent drones recently developed by the group that Bentz had once
overseen, were not truly silent, but you could not hear them until they
were very close.
"FUCK"  kevin thought as he heard one.  It couldn't have been more than
100 feet overhead, and it was hovering right over where he was fishing.
He dropped his line and dove for cover, hoping that the drone hadn't
gotten photos.
It had.  They were transmitted back to the recovery force headquarters.
The leader contacted Bentz immediately.
"We've found him.  Should we bring him back to  you, or directly to
incarceration?"
"EXCELLENT! " Bentz exclaimed.  "Bring him back to me.  Unless...."
"Yes Dr Bentz?"
"Unless you might give me the pleasure of joining the force for your
mission."
The commander sucked in his teeth.  "It's dangerous Dr. Bentz. "
Bentz' voice dropped.  "I'm aware of that.  But if there is someone who
knows McTine's strengths and weaknesses better than I do, it would shock
me."
"A fair point Sir.  Can you be at headquarters in ten minutes?
Bentz was there in five.

kevin didn't know what to do.  Every bit of him said that he should take
off:  the drone had clearly been able to see him, the information
technology had clearly sent the information back to the authorities by
now.  Where could he go?  He thought about taking refuge in the forest,
but he remembered how Bentz had captured him at the staged "hunts" so
easily.  Of course, that assumed Bentz would be coming, and kevin laughed
to himself:  OF COURSE he'd be coming.  The bastard was vain enough to
probably want to be the one to recapture kevin himself.  (When kevin
thought about the times that Bentz had captured him on hunts, and going
back to the first time he was captured, he felt his formerly straight
dick get hard. He liked a good challenge, and he didn't mind losing if
the man were better than he.  Bentz had been the better man:  every
single time.  He had outfought, outstrategized, and outsmarted kevin time
and time again.  Should he just give up?).
"Not without a fight," he thought.  He prepared himself and when he heard
the rumblings of the recovery force transport coming down the road, he
barricaded the house, and got ready for the struggle.
The first smoke bomb hit the house, but didn't get in through the
reinforced window.  Bentz laughed.  "Probably the first thing he did.
During free time, I let him read my texts on defensive warfare.  He
learned."  When they rushed the house, with the rammer, one of the force
members took an arrow to his shoulder from the hidden weapon, set off
when he stepped on the concealed trap line.
"He's very good" the commander said to Bentz, before adding  "he learned
from the best."
"But he didn't learn everything commander.  As you will see." Bentz
checked the cabin and studied the walls carefully.  kevin had a peephole
from which he could barely see Bentz walking around the house.  He was
scruffy, he needed a haircut, and kevin began imagining himself
underneath his former Master  and rubbed his crotch.  He heard his chest
hair rub against his shirt: hair he didn't have for months with Bentz,
who shaved him weekly.
"I'm taking that hair first," kevin thought he heard.  Was it Bentz
whispering through the wall, or was it his mind?  He'd never know.
"We're going to need TWO smoke bombs, commander. And two long narrow
tubes.  Attach them to the smoke bombs.  There is a narrow opening in the
wall... it can barely be seen.. here."  He pointed out what he had found.
"One here, and one under the door. He'll work to inactivate the door
bomb, and won't have time to do anything before the second one does its
work. "
As they got into position, Bentz stood outside the cabin.
"MCTINE.  LISTEN UP.  I'VE COME BACK FOR YOU, AND I'M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT
YOU.  HOW MUCH PAIN YOU EXPERIENCE BEFORE THAT HAPPENS, IS UP TO YOU.
THERE WILL BE MINIMAL PAIN IF YOU SIMPLY WALK OUT THE DOOR AND
SURRENDER.  "
Inside the cabin, kevin weighed his options. He knew there were more
smoke bombs, and the force could call for reinforcements without any
trouble.  He also knew how determined Bentz could be.  And then the
memories of Bentz shoving his cock up kevin's ass came back to him: the
chastity cage, the nipple clamps, the leash as Bentz walked him across
campus.  He'd take his chance with the pain.
Of course, he saw the tube slide under the door.
"He's got something else going on.  Bentz is too smart to rely on
something that crude " kevin thought, as he pushed a lit match back up
the tube and stood back.  The bomb would blow up.  He just hoped the
recoil didn't take down the door.  It didn't, and he heard Bentz clapping
outside.
"You've learned well, kevin.  Not well enough though.  Have a good nap."
"FUCK.  What was that smell? SHIT. "  There was gas in the house: from
where?  kevin had sharp hearing and he listened until he heard it.
"THE WALL?  WHAT THE..."  He began to cough.  There was enough of the
knockout gas to begin having ane effect.
"YOU FUCK BENTZ.  YOU FUCK..." was the last thing he said before he
passed out.  He didn't hear the force break down the door.  He woke up in
time to feel Bentz finishing the binding of his ankles.
"Just like old times, kevin.  I hope you enjoyed your vacation.  You're
going home.
"I'LL NEVER BREAK, NEVER."  Bentz laughed.  "You don't have to.  You were
broken.  Once a sub, always a sub." He rolled kevin over, and opened his
shirt.
"Yes, it was me. This goes first." He ran his hand over kevin's fur, and
smiled.
"billy will be very glad to see you. His ass is quite sore."
They loaded kevin  into the van.  Bentz asked to sit in the back with his
recovered sub.
"If you thought you had severe discipline before kevin, just you wait. "