Rob
“Hello Rob, or I should I say slave, did you really think you could escape” Pat says while running a finger down Robs bare chest. Rob's head drops as he stares into the eyes of Pat, his freedom wasn't for long he is back to being their naked slave after less than a week
Rob shudders, his eyes welling up with tears. He knows what's coming. The shame, the pain, the degradation. He can barely meet Pat's gaze. He's too ashamed. He whispers, his voice trembling, "I... I'm sorry, Sir."
Pat and Joe looked pissed, Carl looks away slightly, their property escaped, the cheek of him. They know they must punish and humiliate Rob to teach him a lesson, a warning. A message to never try and escape again.
Rob swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knows that look in their eyes of anger, disappointment, and something else, something darker. He feels sick with fear, but he doesn’t dare move or speak out of turn.
He’s been a good slave, once. He knows how to behave. But now...now he’s crossed a line, and he’ll pay the price. “You’ve disappointed us, Rob,” he murmurs, anticipating the worst. His body tenses, ready for whatever punishment they have in store. He won’t resist. He won’t fight back. Not again.
“Let's remind this ungrateful slave of his place, start with the whip then we can have some fun with him later” Pat orders the others.
Rob flinches, shaking uncontrollably. The whip, oh god, anything but the whip. He remembers the stinging pain, the welts, the bruises. He tries not to whimper, but a small, pathetic sound escapes him. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the impact, knowing there's no escape.
He's theirs, completely theirs, and they'll remind him until he learns. "Yes, Sir," he whispers, his voice cracking. He's resigned himself to his fate. The pain is coming, and he'll take it, because he has no choice.
The crack of the whip cuts through the air, leaving angry red marks on Rob's back as he wails in pain. “You will learn your lesson slave!” Pat yells.
Rob screams, doubling over in agony. Tears stream down his face, and he gasps for air, his hands instinctively reaching to cradle his wounded back, but he knows better. He forces his hands back to his sides, choking on his sobs. P-Please... Master... He stammers, his pleas falling on deaf ears.
He knows they're not done. They never are. They'll push him until he breaks, until he's nothing more than a whimpering mess. Pat whips him to the count of ten before the Masters feel satisfied with the pain he has endured.
“I think we've made our point Rob, you belong to us, always remember that” Pat says. Carl offers him a hand up, his expression unreadable. Pat and Joe both look at each other as Carl offer his hand. Neither say anything though.
Rob accepts Carl's hand, his legs trembling beneath him. He's too exhausted to stand on his own, and his back feels like it's on fire. He leans heavily against Carl, grateful for the support, yet dreading what comes next.
He nods, wincing at the movement, his eyes sunken and red-rimmed. He knows exactly what they're saying. He belongs to them. He'll never forget it again. "Thank you, Sir for helping." He struggles to speak, his throat raw from screaming.
"That was just the first part of your punishment, now we are going to humiliate you, to make sure you don't get any ideas in the future. Pat has had his fun. We have decided we will all have a turn punishing you. Now it’s my turn." Joe says
Fear spikes through Rob like a dagger. Humiliation is worse than the physical pain. It's harder to recover from, harder to live with. He lowers his head, feeling utterly powerless. "What are you going to do, Sir?" His voice trembles, his words faltering.
"Oh, you'll see Rob," Joe chuckles darkly. Joe grabs Rob's chin forcefully, meeting his panicked gaze. "The whole Kingdom will see how we tamed our rebellious slave." Joe's grin is cruel and confident. Rob feels his heart racing, his breathing quickening into short, frantic gasps.
“I don’t want to be naked in public again” Rob says remembering all the things that happened to him before his escape.
He's trapped, completely at the mercy of his masters. He can feel Joe's grip tightening, holding him in place, trapping him in this nightmare. The idea of being paraded in front of strangers, being ridiculed and shamed, is unbearable. But he knows his pleas are falling on deaf ears.
"Then you should have thought of that before you tried to run away!", Joe says with a finality that leaves no room for further protests.
Rob's last shred of hope vanishes, crushed under the weight of Joe's words. He lowers his head again, defeated. No point arguing. None. "Yes, Sir." He whispers, defeated, crushed, defeated even more so because he knows Joe is right. He shouldn't have tried to escape. This is what he gets.
"All of the guards in the Kingdom have been starved of entertainment since this mission started. You will help entertain them and bring some joy to them. They deserve it for their service" Joe says. Rob blushes furiously, humiliation burning through his very soul.
He knows exactly what kind of entertainment Joe means, and the thought makes him want to curl up into a ball and disappear. Guards, starved of amusement and he's supposed to provide it? His mind reels, searching desperately for an escape route, a way out, anything.
But there's nothing. "Yes Sir," he murmurs, his voice cracking under the strain. Each word feels like a nail being hammered into his coffin. "I understand." Joe roughly yanks the chains attached to Rob's collar.
"Let's get you ready then. The sooner you entertain them, the sooner this is over" Joe says with a smirk. Rob grits his teeth, his neck jerking forward as the chain tightens. He stumbles forward, trying to keep pace with Joe, his mind reeling with dread.
Every step feels like walking to his execution. He can feel the chains digging into his skin, a constant reminder of his captivity. He's so ashamed, so ashamed he even thought about escaping. He doesn't deserve any mercy. Why did he go with Tyler. He should have stayed. Refused.
Joe puts a butt plug with a dog tail into Robs ass, it looks like he has a dog tail, Pat laughs when he sees it but Carl remains silent. They lead rob out into centre of the Kingdom, there are no civilian’s just members of the army, they all start to laugh when they see Rob.
They know he is the escaped slave. Rob's face flames, his cheeks burning hotter than the whip marks on his back. He tries to hide his face, his hands shaking uncontrollably. The laughter echoes through his skull, making him wish he could shrink away into nothingness.
The tail waggles behind him, a constant, mocking reminder of his humiliation. He feels utterly degraded, debased, a mere animal in the eyes of these soldiers. He was tricked into being a slave, they all know that but yet he still must endure this.
He glances pleadingly at Carl, searching for some semblance of kindness, but even that small comfort eludes him. Pat's laughter cuts deep, but Joe's smug satisfaction is worse. They're enjoying this. They're enjoying breaking him.
Joe pushes Rob to his knees, "Dogs they walk on all fours not on two feet, crawl" Joe orders.
Rob hesitates, shame and shame alone keeping him from moving. But one look at Joe's stern expression, and he's compelled. Slowly, painfully, he drops down first to all fours, then onto his hands and knees, the tail wagging ridiculously behind him.
He swallows hard, his eyes stinging with tears. He crawls, his bare skin exposed to the elements, the dirt and mud squelching beneath his palms and knees. Each movement feels like surrender, like surrendering his pride, his dignity, his very humanity.
"This...this isn't fair...Sir He whispers, his voice barely audible, even to himself. The soldiers chant "who's our good little dog now?” He keeps crawling, his pace is slow and hesitant, trying to block out the jeers, but they sear into his memory, branding him forever.
"Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" They ask, over and over, and he knows they expect an answer. They want him to confirm it. To accept it. The chanting fades out as Rob reaches the centre of the gathered men.
Rob's eyes lock onto Joe's, wide with fear and uncertainty. His entire body trembles, frozen in place, awaiting the next command. The silence is deafening, suffocating. He can sense the weight of their stares, each pair of eyes drilling holes into his skin.
Pat takes his phone from his pocket, presses a button and smiles. Joe reaches down and roughly gropes Rob's crotch. "See what a good boy you are, look how excited you've become. I’m so glad they didn’t remove all your modifications" he laughs cruelly.
Rob gasps, mortified, his body betraying him. He tries to shrink away, but he's stuck, stuck in this nightmare, stuck in this position of complete vulnerability. He's so mortified that he can feel the heat rising from his skin, spreading across his chest, his face, his very soul.
Rob remembers all the modifications he received when he was enslaved. They can control with the press of a button if he can speak or not. They can control his bladder with a push of a button. The most humiliating modification they can control his erections.
“You get a reward. You are going to touch yourself in front of these fine gentlemen” Joe says more as an order than a suggestion.
The roar of laughter crashes over him, drowning him. There's nowhere to hide, no escape from their cruel amusement. Rob feels his heart racing, his breath coming in short, panicked bursts. He knows exactly what Joe wants him to do, what these men expect from him.
He shakes his head wildly, desperate to refuse, but his body seems to move on its own, driven by the modifications. Slowly, mechanically, he begins to perform, his movements stiff and awkward. He's dying inside, every fibre of his being screaming in protest, but his masters' commands still hold power over him.
He forces himself to keep going, to pretend this isn't real, that he's someone else, somewhere else. But the jeers and whistles cut through his illusions, and he's left with the harsh reality of his situation. He's nothing but a tool for their entertainment.
He closes his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face, wishing he could just disappear. As Rob jerks his cock, he sees Carl watching with his usual unreadable expression, though there's a flicker of disapproval in his eyes.
Rob catches Carl's gaze, his heart skipping a beat. For a fleeting moment, he sees something different in those eyes, something that makes him wonder if Carl isn't entirely comfortable with this spectacle.
It's a glimmer of hope, maybe, but it's quickly extinguished by the shame that's been piled upon him. He's performing like a fool, a desperate, pathetic creature, and Carl is seeing it all. Dozens of men are watching him on all fours, naked and masturbating.
Rob looks away, his face burning with embarrassment. Does Carl actually care? Or is he just bored? Either way, Rob can't bear the thought of being pitied, of being seen in this state. He'd rather be hated, like Joe, than seen as weak, like this.
He forces himself to focus back on the task, trying to shut out everything else. His breathing turns heavy. He hasn’t felt this in a very long time. He quickens his pace approaching orgasm. Pat takes his phone from his pocket and a moment later Robs dick has shrunk.
He slumps to the floor so close. The frustration he feels is intense. Rob's stomach growls loudly, betraying his hunger, and Joe's grin only widens. Rob cringes, wanting to shrink away, disappear. He knows that sound must've carried across the crowd.
Joe leans in closer, his breath hot on Rob's ear. "Hungry, doggie?" He whispers mockingly. Rob nods involuntarily, unable to lie, his stomach growling again, louder this time. "What should a dog like him eat do you think Joe" Pat says to Joe
Rob tenses, his ears perked up, dread creeping up his spine. He knows better than to assume anything good will come out of this conversation. Joe will surely take great pleasure in tormenting him further.
He watches Joe, his eyes pleading silently, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, Joe will show some semblance of mercy. But deep down, he knows that's foolish.
"I think a dog like him deserves, only the best dog food" Joe says and Pat laughs, Carl remains silent. Joe looks to one of the guards. "Can you get us a dog bowl and a tine of dog food" he asks politely. A chill runs down Rob's spine. Dog food. Like he's less than an animal. Less than nothing.
"No... please, Sir. His pleas fall flat, useless against the steel of Joe's amusement. Even Carl's silence is crushing. No one's going to stop this. He swallows hard, feeling the weight of his circumstances crushing him. They're going to feed him dog food. In front of everyone.
He hangs his head, defeated, his stomach growling again, treacherously eager for something, anything, to fill its emptiness. A guard comes back quickly with a dog bowl and a tin of dog food, Rob is still on his knees, with a butt plug dog tail sticking out of his ass in front of the crowd of guards.
Rob shakes his head frantically, his mind racing with the horrors of what's about to happen. The dog bowl and tin seem to mock him, symbols of his debasement. He can feel the collective anticipation of the crowd, their excitement building like a palpable force. He's trapped, trapped in this living nightmare.
Joe tips the contents of the dog food into the bowl, he places it in front of Rob and sits down in front of him. The bowl between Rob and Joe, he kicks of his flip flops. He puts his bare feet into the bowl and smashes the food, he wriggles his foot so the food goes through his toes.
He lifts his left foot to Rob's face, it’s covered in dog food. "Lick my feet clean, start with my left foot, I want them sparkling" he orders Rob stares at Joe's foot, nausea rising in his throat. His humiliation knows no bounds. Every ounce of pride screams at him to resist, but he knows better.
A tiny part of him wonders if disobeying would be better than complying, but the fear of punishment and worse, disappointing his Masters, somehow keeps him still. He leans forward, slowly, hesitantly, his mouth dry.
He closes his eyes, trying to block out the sensation, the smell, the laughter. His tongue sticks out, tentative, brushing against Joe's foot. He swallows back bile, his breath shuddering, as he begins to lick, carefully avoiding eye contact.
"Sparkling," he echoes silently, his mind screaming. "Y-yes, Sir." He says defeated. "Good boy, you're learning." Joe says, Rob can hear the crowd cheering and laughing around him but the sound feels distant and surreal now. As he continues to lick the dog food from Joe's feet.
Rob's licking becomes more mechanical, detached. He focuses on the sensation of Joe's skin, the squelch of the dog food, the way it sticks to his tongue. Anything to disconnect from the reality of this situation. The words "good boy" slice through him like a knife, cutting deeper each time.
He's learning, all right. Learning to surrender, to submit, to lose himself completely. He's aware of the crowd, but they're just background noise now. A constant reminder of his shame. He's past shame, past embarrassment. He's numb, lost in this endless cycle of degradation.
Joe stands up and drags Rob by his collar, he leads him to a corner and pushes him against the wall. He unbuttons his fly as Rob looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes. “I really need to cum, I’ve had to do it all myself since your escape”.
Fear spikes through him like a cold dagger. Rob's breath catches, his heart pounding in his chest. He tries to shrink away, pressed hard against the wall, but there's nowhere to go. He's trapped, cornered, utterly at Joe's mercy.
Pleading won't work. He knows that. So instead, he freezes, paralyzed, his eyes fixed on Joe's unbuttoned fly, his brain racing with worst-case scenarios. His mouth goes dry, his voice trapped inside.
"M-Master?" His whisper is barely audible, but Joe doesn't need to hear it to know exactly what Rob is thinking. "Open up", Joe says as he pulls out his semi-erect cock. Rob knows he must obey, his mouth drops open in resignation.
The command hangs heavy in the air, a sentence passed without appeal. Rob's lip’s part, his jaw relaxing, his body surrendering to the inevitable. Tears prickle the corners of his eyes, but he doesn't dare wipe them away. He won't give Joe the satisfaction.
His mind rebels, screaming at him to resist, to run, to fight. But his body remembers. It remembers the pain, the beatings, the punishments. It remembers the cost of disobedience.
With a quiet whimper, he steels himself, preparing for what comes next. His mind goes blank, a coping mechanism he's developed over the past year. It's easier when he's empty, when there's nothing left but obedience.
Joe roughly shoves his cock into Rob's mouth who takes it in, the taste of the semen mixing with dog food leaves a bitter tang in his mouth. The sudden invasion makes him gag reflexively, but he forces himself to stay still.
The taste is abhorrent, a twisted blend of saltiness and artificial sweetness from the dog food, coating his tongue, burning his senses. He tries not to choke, desperate not to give Joe any reason to punish him further. But the longer it stays there, the harder it gets to breathe, to think.
His body rebels, wanting to vomit, wanting to spit it out, wanting anything but this. But he swallows hard, forcing down the bile, and sucks in shallow breaths through his nose, trying to calm down. Anything to survive this.
He hates himself for it, for being so weak, so broken. But he pushes forward, accepting this new hell, because what choice does he have? None. Absolutely none. Joe starts to aggressively thrust into Rob's mouth, enjoying every gag, every choke. He groans loudly, thrusting harder each time.
Rob's eyes water, tears streaming down his cheeks. He's choking, gasping for air, his airway restricted by Joe's relentless pace. He tries to brace himself, hands grasping desperately at empty air, searching for something—anything—to hold onto, but there's nothing.
Only the cold stone wall behind him. And Joe. Always Joe, taking pleasure in reducing him to this. He can feel his throat protesting, raw and sore, but still Joe pushes deeper. Rob's muscles tighten, panic setting in. It hurts. God, it hurts.
But he doesn't fight back not really. Not anymore. He's learned that struggle only leads to worse suffering. So, he takes it, silent sobs shaking his body, his entire existence reduced to a single, agonizing moment.
"Ok, that’s enough for today, I'm tired" Carl says walking to Joe and pulling Rob away. "I am taking Rob to my room tonight, it's my turn" Carl adds. Rob gasps for air, his chest heaving, relieved but only briefly that Joe has stopped.
But then Carl speaks, and Rob's relief crumbles. His turn. It's always someone's turn. He doesn't dare move, just kneels there, panting, his face wet with tears and maybe even a little saliva. He glances between Joe and Carl, unsure which one is more terrifying right now.
"Yes, Master Carl," he murmurs automatically, his voice hoarse from the abuse. The uncertainty of what's to come is almost as suffocating as having Joe's...as having Joe use him. Almost. They walk to their chambers, Joe and Pat look disappointed but don't say anything.
They just enter their respective rooms. Rob follows Carl into his room, the dog tail wagging behind. Carl looks at Rob, he walks behind him and pulls the butt plug out. "Get some rest, you might need it going forward".
He pulls the blanket open and guides Rob to the bed, he walks around to the other side of the bed and climbs in. He turns out the light. "Try and sleep" he says. Rob is stood looking down at the bed slightly confused.
Rob flinches slightly as the plug is removed, a mix of pain and relief washing through him. He watches Carl settle into bed, confused by his gentle tone. Has anyone ever spoken so kindly to him before? It feels almost strange. Foreign.
He hesitates, unsure what to do next. Should he thank Carl? Should he apologize? Should he just... lie down?
He chooses the safest option, carefully sliding under the covers, trying not to disturb Carl. The bed is soft, softer than anything he's experienced in a long time. His body relaxes, inch by inch, tension unwinding.
"Thank you," he whispers, unable to stop himself. He curls up, making himself small, trying to disappear. Sleep feels like a luxury, something he doesn't deserve. But exhaustion pulls him under, like quicksand.
Tyler
A small fire is burning next to the vans and tents. The freed slaves sit around the fire sipping beers. All the men are clothed and silent looking into the fire. Nobody has spoken for fifteen minutes. It’s not an uncomfortable silence quiet the opposite.
They have spent the last few hours exchanging stories of their ordeals. The hell they went through at the hands of the Masters. Tyler remained silent for most of it letting them get it all out, knowing it’s what they needed.
“Max” Tyler says. Max who also remained silent as the other slaves spoke looks at him. He stares into Tyler eyes. He feels guilty despite all he has done to help. Despite all that has happened to him. Tyler stands and sits beside Max and puts his hand on his knee.
“Don’t look so sad. You got away when this all got bad. When the world changed. We don’t have time for survivors guilt we have work to do. But I need to know your story. What happened after Jordan set you free” Tyler asks nervously.
Max looks at Tyler, then the rest of the slaves, then at Jordan. He takes a long sip of his beer and nods.
“After Jordan handed me the money, I watched him lead Zac and Todd into the processing plant. I didn’t feel free, I didn’t feel happy. Mostly confused. I walked slowly to the car and sat in it for a while. I had no idea how much about the world was about to change.
I opened the envelop Jordan gave me with a little over a thousand dollars in it. Also, directions to the Kingdom. At the time it seemed silly. Tanner to me was just a random man. Is he really going to hunt me down but a thousand euros didn’t seem like enough to start a new life.
So, I set out for the Kingdom. On the drive I listened to the news. Everything unfolding. Tylers arrest. New laws, new reforms. After a day or two my journey to the Kingdom seemed more dangerous. Though nobody was following me.
I arrived before the walls were sealed. I don’t think at this point anyone was paying attention to the Kingdom. They were enjoying the arrests too much. Turning people that didn’t agree with them into slaves. I passed through without difficulty.
As soon as I entered what is now called the Kingdom. I was approached by an unusual man, dressed in Royal uniform. It was a different, but after spending the last few months enslaved by the now president’s son and taking part in slavery games, I thought fuck things are just weird now”.
The former slaves sat around the camp fire laugh. They are all captivated by Max dreaming that it was them that made it to Kingdom before the Sampson Slavery Laws came in. Max notices the laughter as a break in tension. He didn’t intend that.
“He asked me who I was. I think in his mind it was a routine conversation. Until I mentioned Tanner and Owen. His eyes light up. He told me he was taking me to the esteemed Prince the most noble man in all the land. So, he brought me to Felix. I mean Prince Felix.
I was taken to Felix, where his royale champion introduced me. It was odd. But then Felix asked him to leave. Felix was intrigued by me. He told me of his history with Tanner and his involvement with everything that had happened. He wanted a way to change things. Bring the world back.
Felix and I got on very well. Part of me blamed him for his part. He helped create the drugs that controls us slaves. He said he never expected this to happen and I believed him. But changing the world back seemed impossible.
We met almost every day. He would give me intel as to what was happening in the world. We would chat. He listened a lot. To everything I’ve been through. When I started talking it seemed like I couldn’t stop. Ant then”. Max walks over to Jordan and put his hand on his knee. “We kissed.”
A silence falls over the camp the only sounds that can be heard are from the flickering fire. A few of the former slaves look down at their feet. Jordan rubs Max’s knee in return and kisses his cheek. “I was married to Tanner at the time, don’t worry. Keep telling your story” Jordan says.
“I will spare you the gory details, but for some time we had a lot of fun together. Everything was great. I went from being a prisoner, then to a slave to being treated like royalty. After a while me and Felix stopped having fun” Max said a look of neutrality on his face.
“Why?” Jordan asks.
“It was the fault of neither of us. We just became more concerned with the mission. More and more information got received and plans put into action. Then we had men contact us, two of them are sat right here but before them another man contacted us a doctor.
“Dr T Phillips, never learned his first name. He was secretive. I don’t blame him with how the world turned. He was paranoid that he would be found. It was difficult to get information out if him. For him to trust us. He said he would only meet me in a public place.
So, I re-entered the 49 United States of America. I was terrified. I knew I was a target. Less famous than Prince Felix. But I was the star of the first ever slave games. So…” Tyler interrupts Max.
“Wouldn’t say star of it, you played a part” Tyler says with a smile on his face.
“I won” Max responds.
“You got lucky” Tyler says giving Max a cheeky wink.
“No, I didn’t get lucky. At that point I had suffered more than you. And that’s why we are going to win this war. Because we have suffered more. There will be a fight and we will fight like it’s our last day. We will put all the force generated from what happened to us into every blow we serve them”
Max points in a random direction “They are too comfortable, too spoiled. We are going to come at them with all the rage and hate that they created. They can’t do anything to us that hasn’t been done already”. Jordan puts his hand again on Max’s knee.
“Continue the story, lets save the anger for them, for the enslavers” Max looks at Jorden and nods.
“Despite my nerves I met Dr Phillips. A nice man, very intelligent. He was part of an underground slave resistance. He was doing research to change DNA to help defeat cancer. His research was stolen from him and used for body modifications.
He regretted his part, despite his innocence. He developed a way to reverse most of the modifications. Obviously, the castrations can’t be reversed but anything done with his drug could be undone. That’s how we helped you Tyler with his modifications.
He told us about a compound in Canada. Freed slaves. Two step brothers Corey and Liam. They helped liberate slaves. Set up a home for them and they want to fight. So that is the beginning of our army. Then these two contacted us” Max says while looking at Finn and Toni.
Tyler looks at the two German lads, sitting very closely together, their bare feet resting on one another’s. “Why did you two come back? I have wanted to ask. I respect you Toni for setting Finn free” Tyler asks. Finn and Toni look at one another. Finn starts to speak.
“We flew to Germany, on the flight home it all started. The war, the slavery. Our faces were painted all over the world it seemed. Members of the first slave experiment. The reason why people revolted. We had to make amends.
We spent the time studying in biotech. The same technology that uses the chips to control slaves. But as Max says we suffered a lot. We were determined to make amends, the anger we felt gave us more adrenaline than any drug out there” Tyler interrupts Finn and looks at Toni.
“How did you suffer?” Toni runs his teeth over his bottom lip and then licks it slightly. He looks down at his feet.
“Compared to all of you, it’s nothing comparable. But I was forced to treat the man I love like shit. That’s how they got us in the interview. From all the pairs that interviewed one another, they picked us because their algorithm said that these pairs were most likely to fall in love. Soulmates I guess”.
Tylers face drops as Zac comes rushing into his mind. He has hated his former friend for so long now. The other men notice his reaction. Jordan looks at him. “Did you not know that” Tyler just shakes his head and smiles without saying anything but clearly distracted. Max continues to speak.
“Finn and Toni helped us with the control chips. We are hoping that any slave who has a control chip can be removed remotely. Otherwise, we can do it one by one. We will ensure every slave gets their freedom back.
I went to meet Corey and Liam and see the liberated slaves. We are going to meet Liam and Corey soon and go the compound. I have to tell you, when you see some of these former slaves. You may be shocked. But you will see for yourself”.
The free men look around at one another. For the second time complete silences fills wooded area. The cracking fire is now down to embers. A shared thoughts comes to all slave’s minds. After all that has been done to us, whatever will shock us must be terrible.
“Then it came to freeing Tyler and Rob. Tyler was the important one. Rob just got lucky to be with the poster boy of the Civic Experiment” Tyler again interrupts Max.
“Lucky, he is enslaved in the Kingdom. With Tanner and his army. He might be dead now. We left him there” Max shakes his head at Tylers outburst. “I’m sorry, I phrased it badly. But to free Tyler I needed to meet Jordan”. Max looks into Jordans eyes and smiles slightly.
“So, I injected Jordan with a chip and made him my slave, and ordered him to help” All the former slaves look around in disbelief.
“You did what?” Jordan asks his voices wavering.
“I’m joking” Max says before putting his hand behind Jordans neck and leaning in for a kiss. Jordan allows the kiss. “Forgot how funny you are Max.” He says while smiling and kissing Max again.
“I went to Tanner’s plantation when I knew he would be away. But I believe that my part of this story is finished. I’m going to let my cute boyfriend finish” Max says while smiling at Jordan.
“I was so happy to see Max. And so regretful for I had done to him. I had witnessed Tanner doing these experiments for science to losing the control of himself. The power became too much. It went from something he thought he wanted to something he needed like a junkie.
The stuff he did to people, not slaves, people. They can use the word slave. I refuse to. These are people. Well, it made me hate him. When Max came to see me, it was an easy sell. I wanted it. I want to see Tanner lose. I want this to all end.
I knew Troye would help. He was bullied by enslavers the entire time even while being a free man. Jack and Bryce helped with that” Jordan looks around at the men around the campfire.
“I will tell you about them another time. So, me, Troye and Max made a plan to free Tyler. We were careful but, I don’t know it seemed easier than it should have been. I was always scared we would be double crossed. But Tanner didn’t seem to notice”. The men sit silently before Tyler begins to speak.
“I hope Felix knows what he is doing. With whatever this plan he has is. This is risky and Rob feel like collateral damage” every one looks at Max again.
“Felix knows what he is doing. He is strong, he is smart and he is determined to undo whatever he can for the part he played in helping Tanner. The drugs he created. I’m more worried about Troye. If they ever get to him. It won’t be good”.
Zac
Zac, Owen and Hayden, walk into the hostel. The hostel is busy with guest that all want to take advantage of the slaves on offer. It seems more like a brothel than a hostel. There are few naked slaves serving the guest drinks and food. They enter Troyes office.
“Hello Troye I want to have a chat with you.” Owen says sharply. Zac tried to read his facial expressions. Did he help Tyler, does he know where Tyler is.
“Sure, Owen. What's on your mind”? Troye responds. He is sat behind his desk, his bare feet propped up on the table.
“You... might want to sit down, Troye. This is kind of important. I've got reason to believe you've been sticking your nose where it doesn't belong. My slaves. They're... missing. And I think you might know something about it.”
“What are you talking about, Owen? I don't know anything about that. I've been minding my own business”. Troyes brings his feet down from the table and looks into Owens eyes.
Owens gaze sharpens, piercing into Troye. “Save it, Troye. You think I'm stupid? You're hiding something, and I aim to find out what”. He slams his fist on the table, making Troye jump slightly. “I can smell it. Lies. Fear. You're sweating bullets here, buddy. So why don't you just tell me the truth?”
Troye looks at Zac and then back to Owen, "I have no idea what you are talking about. I have been helping you this whole time. I delivered Felix to Dr Sampson like you asked me too. I kept my word"
“Tyler and Max knew about our plan, and now Tyler has taken my slaves. I’m gonna ask you one more time. Did you have anything to do with my slaves disappearing?” His muscles tense, hands clenched into fists.
"No" Troyes says, he is visibly shaking. A cruel grin spreads across Owens face.
“Oh, look at you, you're trembling. You're not good at this, Troye. Not good at all.” He leans forward, his eyes burning with fury. “You're lying, and you suck at it.” He grabs the edge of Troye's desk, his knuckles turning white.
“I've had enough of your games.” Hayden, come here. Hayden walks over and stands beside him. Owen gestures to Troye with his head. “Take a good look at him. He's scared shitless”. He smirks, his eyes glinting dangerously. “That's usually when the truth starts slipping out.”
He turns back to Troye, his voice dripping with menace. “So, let's try this again. Tell me the truth, right now. Did you help those two escapes?” His fists clench tighter, making his arms shake with restrained anger.
“No, I would never help Tyler. Jordan told me we were double crossing Tyler. I don’t know how they found out but it wasn’t me. I hope Dr Sampson finds his husband soon” Troye says with a slight tremble in his voice.
“So, you're telling me you're completely innocent. That you're just some innocent hostel owner who knows nothing. Right.” He laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. “You're gonna have to try harder than that. Hayden, grab Troye's arms. Hold him down.” Owen orders his friend.
Hayden obeys, gripping Troye tightly. Owen leans in, his face inches from Troye's. “Let's see how long you can keep lying.” Troye squirms in Hayden's grip. “I swear to you, I didn't do anything! I didn't know!”
Owens laughter is cold, menacing. “Oh, you're good. You're really good. You're convincing, even. But you're not convincing me.” He grabs Troye's collar, pulling him closer. “I know what you're hiding. You think you're clever, but you're not.” He pulls back slightly, his expression twisted.
You wanna know what I think? I think you're in this up to your neck. And if you don't tell me everything.” He pauses, glaring fiercely. “Well, let's just say you won't be hosting anyone anymore. Not after I'm done with you.”
Hayden takes Troye of his feet and pins him down, straddling his shoulders. “There ya go, Hayden.” Owen kneels down to eye-level with Troye, grabbing his jaw roughly. Look at me. He forces Troye to meet his gaze.
“You're gonna beg. You're gonna beg for mercy, for forgiveness, for anything. But I won't give it to you. Not yet.” He stands back up, towering over Troye again. “You're in no position to lie, Troye. And I'm not leaving till you confess. One way or another.” He cracks his knuckles.
Tears stream down Troye's face. “You have to believe me, I didn't do anything! Please! I'll do anything! Just don't hurt me.” Zac steps forward and looks at Owen. “I think he is telling the truth, he doesn’t know anything. Owen ignores Zac.
Owen chuckles darkly, shaking his head. He glances at Zac. He crouches down again, getting uncomfortably close to Troye's face. “Let's start with something simple. Where are my slaves? And don't even think about lying to me again.”
His voice drops to a dangerous whisper “Because next time, it won't be just threats. Where are my slaves, where is Jordan and where is that cunt Tyler” Zac takes a step back looking at Hayden pinning Troye down.
"I don't fucking know" Troye screams, a line of spit coming from his mouth and landing on his chin.
“Wrong answer, Troye”. Owen straightens up, his expression turning glacial. “Hayden, you know what to do. Make sure he doesn’t move.” Zac tightens his grip, holding Troye firmly in place.” Owen rolls his sleeves up, exposing his muscular arms. “Now, let's see how long you can hold out.”
Owen slaps Troye across the face. "Strip him naked Zac" Owen says to his friend. A satisfied smirk forms on Owen's face, amused by Troye's anguish. “Yeah, strip him. Every bit of dignity he’s clinging onto, gone. Let's see how tough he is without his pride.”
Hayden yanks off Troye's shirt, exposing his pale torso to Owen. Owen’s eyes flicker with delight, a twisted smile spreading. Well, well. Look what we got here. He walks around Troye, who's now partially exposed, studying him carefully.
“Pathetic. I bet you thought you were safe, didn’t you? Thought you could hide behind your little hostel and your lies”. He kicks a nearby chair, causing it to fall over. “Keep going, Hayden. He's still got pants on.” He crosses his arms, his gaze fixated on Troye.
Zac yanks down Troyes pants and underwear, leaving him completely exposed to Owen's scrutiny. Troye is barely resisting he seems frozen. A low, sinister chuckle escapes Owen's lips. His eyes narrow, cold and evaluating, taking in every inch of Troye's exposed skin.
“Perfect. Just perfect.” He starts circling Troye again, making sure he sees every inch of him. “Look at you. Vulnerable. Powerless. Just how I like it.” He stops behind Troye, his voice lowering to a hiss as he towers over the now naked Troye.
“This is what happens when you cross me. When you try to take something that belongs to me. You become...this.” He gestures dismissively, his disgust palpable. Troye is reduced to sobbing silently, tears mixing with the pain. Zac looks away a slight shake of his head.
Owen crouches down again, grinning wickedly, enjoying every tear that falls. “Aw, poor thing.” His voice drips with sarcasm. “Still insisting you're innocent, huh?” He grabs Troye's chin, forcing him to stare into his eyes.
“If you really are innocent, then why are you crying? You're embarrassing yourself.” He snorts, releasing his grip. Pathetic. “You know what? I think you need some... convincing. He glances at Hayden, then back at Troye.
Owen opens his fly and fishes his dick out from it. "Step back Hayden" As Hayden moves away Owen starts to piss, aiming at Troyes face. Troye is frozen he doesn't even try to avoid it hitting his face. The warm, yellow liquid hits Troye's face, dripping down his cheeks, nose, and lips.
Owen laughs cruelly, relishing Troye's shame. He shakes off the last few drops, tucking himself back in. He grabs Troye's hair, pulling his head back, his face inches from the urine-soaked mess. “You're disgusting. And you're going to stay that way.”
He releases Troye's hair, letting his head fall forward with a wet thud. “You've got piss all over yourself.” He smirks, nearly hysterical with glee. “What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He pokes Troye's piss-drenched cheek.
Troye is unable to respond, his voice choked with humiliation. He just sits there, tears mingling with the urine on his face. He can't believe this is happening. “Oh, you can't talk now? Can't handle a little piss?” He snickers, circling Troye once more.
“You're a mess. Absolute ruin.” He leans in, whispering cruelly. “I wonder if you'd be so quiet if I made you drink some.” He grins, knowing exactly how much he's breaking Troye. “Maybe I'll make you beg for it.”
He straightens, crossing his arms. “Or maybe I'll just keep doing this until you crack. Either way, you're gonna tell me everything, eventually.” He shrugs, indifferent to Troye's suffering.
"Open your mouth. I need to pee too" Hayden says to Troye who is still straddling the naked blonde twink. Come on, Troye, you heard me.” His voice is firm, commanding. “Open up. Don’t make me ask twice.” Trembling and defeated, Troye slowly opens his mouth, closing his eyes tight.
“Good boy. He positions himself, smirking. Now, don't spill a drop, yeah?” Hayden starts to urinate again, aiming directly into Troye's mouth. He watches closely, savouring every second. Some of the piss leaks out, dribbling down Troye's chin as he struggles to swallow it all.
His body shakes with disgust and humiliation. Hayden laughs, delighted by Troye's misery. “Oh, oh, you're messing up.” He tsks, shaking his head. “That's not how you do it. That's wasting it.” He grabs Troye's hair roughly, tilting his head back further.
He continues to pee, this time a steady stream that fills Troye's mouth completely, spilling over his lips but he doesn't manage to gulp it down quickly enough. “You're doing this to yourself, you know. Just tell me what I want to know.” Owen says.
Tyler looks at Hayden him pinning him down. Then to Zac who just looks away. He looks at Owen who stares down at him no emotions in his eyes. Nothing. "Ok I helped him, I helped Tyler" Troye confesses.
“Well, well, well.” Owen smirks, satisfied. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? Took a little persuading, but you finally came clean. So, you helped Tyler, huh?” He paces around Troye, his footsteps slow and deliberate.
“You see, Troye, I don't like being betrayed.” He leans in, his breath hot against Troye’s ear. “And now, you’re going to pay for it.” He steps back, his expression cold. “Hayden, tie him up.” Hayden quickly grabs some rope and binds Troye's arms and legs, leaving him helpless on the floor.
Owen nods approvingly a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You've got two options. One, you tell me everything. Every detail about how you helped Tyler, why you did it. Everything. Two...well, let's just say Option Two won't be pleasant.”
Troye knows there's no way out. He swallows hard. "Okay, I'll talk. Owen beams, his eyes lighting up with triumph. Now, that's more like it. Talking’s the smart choice. He grabs a chair, placing it right in front of Troye, sitting down, his knees nearly touching Troye's chin.
“Start talking. Don't leave anything out.” He leans forward, his fingers tapping impatiently against his leg. “And remember, if I think you're lying…” He trails off, letting the threat hang in the air. He just looks at Troye and grins.
"Tyler is going to cross the Canadian border with your slaves. There is a compound up there of freed slaves. He will be far out of reach of you soon". Troye says as he spits in Owens face. A slight grin appears on Zacs face. He turns away,
“You little fuck” Owen wipes the spit from his face, furious. His fists clench tightly, his jaw clenched. “You think you can just...spit at me? After everything?” He stands abruptly, kicking the chair aside. “You're gonna regret that.”
He grabs Troye by the neck, lifting him slightly, despite his bound arms and legs. “You just made this so much worse for yourself.” He slams Troye back down, kneeling beside him, his voice low and menacing. “But first...let's see how much more you can take, before I decide what to do with you.”
“You won't stop him, he's too far ahead of you already." Troye taunts, despite the dread growing in his chest. “Shut up Troye, you will only make things worse” Zac says to Troye softly.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Owen chuckles darkly, his anger simmering beneath the surface. “But Zac’s right you’ve really, really pissed me off now.” He grabs Troye’s throat, squeezing just enough to make his point.
“But you're in no position to taunt anyone. You're tied up, covered in my piss, and completely at my mercy.” He relaxes his grip, standing up and dusting off his knees. “Hayden, I think it's time we really teach Troye here what happens when you mess with me.”
Hayden nods, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he watches Owen with excitement. “Ah, see, Troye? Hayden loves watching people break. Owen chuckles, turning back to Troye, his smile wide and sinister. “And you, my friend... you're about to break. Hard.”
He crouches down again, getting right in Troye’s face, his eyes burning with sadistic pleasure. “Let’s see... what would be fitting punishment for a traitorous, filthy, little piss-covered rat like you? Hmm... Any ideas, Hayden? Or should we just wing it?”
Hayden walks over to Troye and looks down at him, he pulls his dick out of his board shorts and the starts to piss all over Troyes body completely drenching him. Hayden starts to answer Owen "I think we should fuck him in front of all his guests. Then parade him to your estate and have him enslaved"
Owen bursts out laughing, clearly delighted by Hayden’s suggestion. “Oh, that's perfect. Absolutely perfect. We'll make a spectacle out of him.” He grins, his eyes sparkling with malice. “You're right, let's humiliate him in front of everyone. He'll be begging for mercy. “
He turns his attention back to Troye, enjoying his distress. “A little while ago, you thought you were safe. Thought you'd gotten away with it. Look at you now.” He shakes his head, tutting. “You're a mess, a pathetic, stinking mess.”
“And soon, you'll be my property, just like those other slaves.” He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down Troye's spine.
Hayden and Owen lift him up, grabbing an arm each they bring him out of the office and shove him onto the floor in front of the full common room of guests. The twenty guests look down at the naked hostel owner as piss rolls down his body
“Ah, look at that”. Owen gestures dramatically, ensuring everyone gets a good view. “Seems like our friend Troye here has gotten himself into a bit of trouble.” He smirks, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“Now, normally, I wouldn't want to ruin such a lovely atmosphere...but Troye here deserves to be taught a lesson. I think it's only fair that all of you get to enjoy this, right? After all, you're his guests. Might as well see what kind of man he really is. Or should I say...was.”
Groans and muffled laughter erupt from the guests as Troye lays there motionless in humiliation. Owen raises a hand, silencing the room. Now, now, let's not laugh too hard. After all, in just a few minutes, Troye here won't be laughing either.
He leans down, whispering in Troye's ear, ensuring only he can hear. “You're gonna scream, though. Oh, you're gonna scream loud enough for everyone to hear. You'll beg for it to stop, but it won't. And these nice folks will get to watch every second.” He pulls back, his voice booming again.
“Hayden, grab something to blindfold him. These people don't need to see his eyes when he loses his mind. Hayden brings over a black cloth and ties it tightly around Troye's eyes. The only sounds in the room are Troye's heavy breaths and the guests' eager whispers.
The air is thick with anticipation. Owen licks his lips, savouring every moment. “You hear that, Troye? They're excited.” He circles Troye, his footsteps deliberate. “They're about to watch you lose everything. Your pride, your dignity...your freedom.”
He pauses behind Troye, grabbing his shoulder. “You're gonna be a slave, just like the ones you helped escape. Karma's a real bitch, isn't she?” Hayden steps forward, elbowing Owen playfully, clearly itching to continue. “Alright, let's really get started, yeah?”
Owen nods and Hayden grabs Troye's legs and jerks him over onto his knees. He rips down his pants and forces himself into Troye's mouths. He isn’t gentle as he starts to deep throat the blonde twink. Tears roll down the makeshift blindfold. Zac looks away from Troyes torment.
“That's it, Hayden. Show him what happens when he crosses the wrong people.” Owen crosses his arms, his eyes never leaving Troye's face, watching every twitch, every gag, every sign of distress. “Go on, make him choke. Make him hurt. He growls softly, clearly enjoying Troye's suffering.
Owen walks behinds Troye lowers his jeans and he brings his hard dick to Troyes ass and thrust in harshly. Oh, “God, this is perfect.” Owen grunts, pushing deeper. “Look at you, Troye. A shell of your former self. Reduced to this.”
He grabs Troye's hips, digging his fingers into the skin. “And these people... He gestures vaguely toward the crowd,” his breath coming in short gasps. “...they're watching you get torn apart.” He chuckles darkly, increasing his pace. “You should've stayed out of my business.”
Troye's muffled screams are drowned out by Hayden's relentless pounding. Some of the guests record the scene on their phones with wide smiles on their faces. Zac look torn but his attention his now back on the scene.
“Ah, don't worry, Troye. They’re not just recording it for their own pleasure.” Owen sneers, enjoying every second of Troye’s distress. “Once we’re done here, we’re sending those videos to every contact in your phonebook. Your friends, family...everyone.” He chuckles again, a harsh, cruel sound.
“And then, once we’re finished breaking you completely, those videos will serve as a warning to anyone else who thinks they can cross me.” He slams into Troye harder, his grip tightening.
“So, scream, cry, beg...it won’t matter. Your reputation is ruined, and your life belongs to me now.” He throws his head back, laughing maniacally, his laughter echoing off the walls. His pace is almost in sync with Hayden’s. They are spit roasting him and all three men are moaning loudly.
Both Hayden and Owen finish at the same time, cum oozes out of both Troyes holes. Owen looks down at Troye on the ground "Pick him we will take him to my estate, tomorrow I will have him enslaved for treason" Owen says to Hayden.
Hayden pushes Troye into the back of a van waiting outside. Zac throws a blanket over him, concealing the damage done. Zac stays with Troye into the back of the van. Owen enters the driver's seat and Hayden in the passenger seat. They drive off leaving the hostel and its guests far behind.
