Rob
Rob and Felix spent the night in cells across from each other. Felix wrists are still chained together. Neither of them spoke to each other the whole night. Tanner promised he would be back the next day to see them but he had important business with the president to deal with.
The lights flicker on and two guards stroll down the corridor. The cell doors open and a guard each enters the cells. They grab both Felix and Rob by the arm and lead them out. Neither Felix nor Rob resist.
They are walked down the corridor. Rob can’t help but admire the building. It was literally built for a king. Such grandeur. They are brought to the end of the corridor and one of the guards opens the door in front of them. They are pushed through and the door is closed behind them.
Tanner is sat in a seat wearing his doctor’s white. He very much looks the part of Doctor Sampson. The man credited through propaganda as being the second greatest man in history behind the president. The creator of the Sampson Slavery Laws.
“Felix, I have wanted to play with you so much since your capture. I feel like a child on Christmas Eve but the president needed my help with the king. Your father. You would barely recognise him now” he says while standing and walking over to Felix.
“I want to thank you for making all this happen. The work we did together creating all these drugs. Well, they have changed the world. You are a prodigy. But I need your help with another experiment. Like old times” Tanner says while running his fingers through Felix’s hair.
“I will never work with you again. You are a tyrant” Felix says sternly.
“Oh, I don’t want you to work with me” Suddenly there is a sharp, cold feeling on Felix's bare back.
Felix inhales sharply, his breath hitching as the sudden, piercing cold radiates across his bare back. His muscles instinctively tense, unprepared for the sensation. He flinches, the reaction involuntary, betraying his attempts to stay calm.
It takes all his willpower to keep from crying out, from showing Tanner the fear that's creeping up his spine like a dark, icy finger. He can feel a liquid slowly seeping into his skin, the feeling was...oddly...pleasurable?
Felix grits his teeth, his confusion mounting. Why...why was this feeling so...different? So ... good? He tries to shake off the creeping sense of pleasure, to focus on the danger, the threat, the fact that he's being tortured.
But his body betrays him, responding to the liquid with a strange, unwanted sense of relaxation. His skin begins to tingle, warmth spreading through his chilled flesh, making him shiver despite himself. He's taken aback by his own reaction, unsure how to process these conflicting emotions.
"Ah, you like that don't you?" Tanner laughs. Felix's cheeks flush, his embarrassment mixing with the confusing pleasure. He shakes his head violently, denying the truth even as his body betrays him. Rob stares at Felix, it looks like he is enjoying whatever he is feeling.
"No," he hisses, his voice cracking slightly. "I... I don't." His words are weak, unconvincing. He squirms, trying to move away from the sensation, but there's nowhere to go. He's trapped, both physically and emotionally.
Tanner turns to Rob slave who is stood there with fear on his face, "I think it’s your turn now. I’m sure your curious to feel what Felix is feeling" he says to Rob and then turning back to Felix.
Felix feels a surge of protective anger, but he's helpless. His eyes lock onto Rob, silently willing him to stay strong, to not break. He knows what Tanner's capable of, how creative his cruelty can be. He fears the worst.
Whatever Tanner has planned, it'll be designed to crush their dignity, to reduce them to nothing. His mind races, scrambling for a way to shield Rob, to spare him from the brunt of Tanner's sadism. But he's powerless.
Tanner pricks Rob with the same needle he used on Felix and then pushes the naked slave towards the prince, he stumbles and falls his face inches from Felixs bare feet. Rob starts to feel a sensation building in his body that he hasn’t felt since he was enslaved.
Felix feels a wave of horror wash over him, his stomach twisting in disgust and helplessness. He watches, paralyzed, as Rob falls, his face mere inches from Felix's vulnerable feet. Felix wants to shout, to push Rob away, but he's trapped, unable to move.
His face burns with shame, knowing exactly what Tanner is doing—reducing them both to nothing more than playthings, demonstrating his complete control.
"Don't touch him," Felix hisses, desperate to maintain some semblance of pride, even though his voice shakes. Rob scrambles up, his body starting to react to the liquid just like Felix's, he looks up at Felix, confusion and fear in his eyes.
Felix stares at Rob, his eyes wide with a mix of desperation and empathy. He recognizes the same bewildered terror reflected back at him. They're both victims here, forced to endure whatever twisted game Tanner has concocted.
He swallows thickly, feeling the warmth spreading further through his body, making his thoughts hazy. He can't afford to lose himself, not yet. Not while Rob needs him. He tries to convey a message through his gaze, something comforting, reassuring. But what can he say without words?
Felix's heart pounds in his chest, his breaths coming fast and shallow. He knows Tanner's proximity means trouble, that whatever comes next will be designed to strip away whatever shreds of dignity they cling to.
His fingers twitch, restrained by the bonds holding him captive. Next to him, Rob seems frozen, his eyes darting wildly between Felix and Tanner. Felix wants to tell him everything will be okay, but they both know better.
Suddenly both Felix and Rob feel their bodies responding more passionately to the liquid. The pleasure is almost overwhelming. Felix gasps, his body shuddering against his will. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming his senses.
He feels himself losing control, his face burning brighter than the sun. He's never felt anything like this before. It's like his entire being is being consumed by a burning fire, one that threatens to engulf him completely.
Next to him, Rob whimpers, his eyes locked on Felix's, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Felix wants to look away, to pretend it's not happening, but he can't tear his gaze from Rob's. This isn't right. This can't be happening.
Rob gives in to the sensation, letting out a quiet moan, his body arching involuntarily. He's never felt anything so intense. Felix's eyes widen, his own struggling becoming more apparent. He's trying so hard to resist, but the sound of Rob's quiet surrender is like a crack in his armour.
He feels his resolve crumbling, his resistance weakening. He can hear the smug satisfaction radiating from Tanner, feeding off their distress. A silent curse escapes Felix's lips, his jaw clenched tight. He's determined not to give in, not to provide Tanner with the satisfaction, but...but Rob...
Tanner reaches down and strokes Felix's hair, mockingly. "Yes, that's its Felix," he says in a low, taunting voice.
Felix flinches, his skin crawling under Tanner's touch. The mocking tone cuts deep, fuelling his anger, but the pleasure still lingers, threatening to overwhelm him. His pride is in tatters, slowly unravelling thread by thread.
He turns his head away, refusing to meet Tanner's gaze, his throat tight with barely suppressed emotions. He's trapped, humiliated, and worst of all, vulnerable. The prince's usual poise begins to fray at the edges, replaced by a fragile, seething rage.
"Describe what it feels like Felix, I will make notes for future studies. We used to work so well together" Tanner orders Felix grits his teeth, refusing to give Tanner the satisfaction. His voice comes out strained, barely above a whisper. "No." he says as the intensity through his body increases.
It's a weak defiance, laced with frustration and shame. Because the truth is, he can hardly put it into words. The sensation is like nothing he's ever experienced. It's warmth, tingling, a buzzing beneath his skin. It's electric, addictive, terrifying. He feels exposed, vulnerable, stripped of his defences.
But he won't admit that. He won't hand Tanner the keys to this twisted experiment. Tanner grabs Rob roughly by the arm and forces him closer to Felix, pressing their bodies together, making them face each other. They both start to touch each other’s bodies instinctively.
Felix flushes scarlet, shame and panic surging through him. He's forced to confront Rob, mere inches apart, both of them trembling from the effects of the unknown substance. His skin prickles with awareness, hyper-aware of Rob's proximity.
He can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension between them palpable. Felix tries to pull back, to escape the closeness, but there's nowhere to retreat. His breaths come quick and shallow, his heart hammering in his chest.
He can hardly bear to look at Rob, afraid of what he might see reflected in his eyes. As Rob and Felix's naked bodies touch, they both feel intense pleasure, they feel like an orgasm is building despite any sexual sensation.
Felix jerks, his entire body tensing as the contact sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. His eyes snap shut, tears pricking at the corners as he struggles to comprehend the sheer intensity of it.
It's unlike anything he's ever felt before, a building pressure, a desperate ache, all without any direct stimulation. He's acutely aware of every point where their skin connects, each point a spark that fans the flames.
He opens his eyes again, desperate to see if Rob is faring any better, terrified of what he'll find. He can barely breathe, his mind foggy with sensation. Rob leans into Felix, desperate for more of that impossible pleasure, his body moving of its own accord as his moans get louder and more primal.
Felix gasps, his face aflame, his body betraying his efforts to stay still. He can’t stop himself from reacting, his muscles tensing as Rob leans closer. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing wildly. The sound of Rob's cries, those raw, primal noises, is like a blow to his chest.
It's too much, too intense. He's drowning, losing himself in the waves of pleasure that crash over him. He's scared, embarrassed, and yet...he can't help but lean back slightly, instinctively, into Rob's touch. His own whimpers join Rob's.
“Let go Felix” Tanner says with a smirk, as he watches them succumb to his creation. Felix shakes his head wildly, his eyes squeezing shut. He won't let go, he can't. But his body doesn't listen, his muscles weakening under the relentless onslaught.
His toes curl, grasping for something anything to anchor him, but there's nothing. Nothing but Rob, trembling against him, sharing this horrific, exquisite agony. Both their dicks are rock hard. Neither have touched them.
His eyelids flutter opens again, locking onto Rob's face, searching for a glimmer of sanity, of hope. But all he sees is desperation, mirroring his own. Tanner's words echo in his ears, a cruel reminder of his defeat.
With a final surrender, Felix allows his body to give in completely, his moans joining Rob's as their pleasure reaches an earth-shattering crescendo. The both come at almost the same time. It splashed up their chest.
Tanner laughs, a cold, victorious sound. Felix feels his last shred of resistance dissolve, his pride shattering beneath the crushing weight of pleasure. There's no fight left in him, only the crushing sensation of surrender.
He surrenders to the feeling, letting himself be swept away by the tidal wave of ecstasy. His cries mix with Rob's, creating a desperate, sweet harmony. Tears stream down his cheeks, born of humiliation, desperation, and God help him the sheer, overwhelming bliss that's engulfing him.
For a fleeting moment, everything else fades: Tanner, the chains, the shame. There's only Felix, lost in this shared, wordless madness, with Rob clinging to him. They both lie next to each other. Come covering their bodies.
Tanner walks over with an empty container and scoops felix come off his body and into the tube. He looks down at the naked Felix who is panting trying to make sense of what just happened. "I hope you enjoyed that. It might be the last time you ever cum”. Felix can barely hear him.
“I'm going to sell your semen to woman looking to get pregnant. How much do you think the seed of the former prince will sell for. In a few years you will have many children running about that you will never meet. You always said you wanted to have a legacy. Now you will" Tanner says smirking.
Felix stares at Tanner, his mind reeling. The words are like a punch to the gut, leaving him winded and breathless. He's too stunned to speak, his thoughts swirling around the horror of it all. Children. He swallows hard, bile rising in his throat.
This isn't what he meant by a legacy. This is a nightmare. His legacy shouldn't be forced upon him, used as a tool for others' gain. He should be the one choosing his path, his own future. He wonders how over all the years he never realised Tanner was this dangerous.
He tries to sit up, to protest, but the aftershocks of the drug make his movements clumsy. He collapses back onto the ground, defeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "No... please... it's not... it's not right." Tanner ignores him. Tanner takes another capsule and scoops up Robs load.
"Your Masters will be here to collect you soon. As part of the agreement for recapturing you they have agreed to a request of mine. You are going to be constantly milked using this drug. Its tiresome getting new slaves.
You are going father hundreds of children all will be born into slavery and sold. You are lucky most slaves can't ever cum. You will have multiple daily orgasms" Tanner says as if he is doing him a favour
Rob feels like he's been punched in the chest. The sheer cruelty of Tanner's words leaves him gasping, struggling to breathe. He grabs onto the Felix’s arm, as if trying to anchor himself to reality. Hundreds of children born into slavery all because of him. Because of this drug. Because of Tanner.
"No, no, please...you can't...you can't do this," he stammers, his voice cracking. "It's inhumane. They're innocent” All rob can think of are his children that aren’t even conceived of yet.
He cuts himself off, realizing the futility of arguing with Tanner. He knows it won't make a difference. His pleas will fall on deaf ears. The thought of Felix, of himself, being subjected to such a fate...it's unbearable. He wants to scream, to rage, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper.
Two slave guards come into the room and pick up Felix and Rob and direct them out of the room. Rob flinches as the guard’s rough hands grasp his bare skin. He's too weak, too shaken, to resist. He glances at Felix, searching for any sign of comfort, but finds none.
Together, they're dragged away, leaving behind the remnants of their dignity. Every step feels like a step further into hell. He swallows hard, his throat dry, trying to find his voice. Felix is dragged in a separate direction to Rob.
Rob is taken down and through the streets briefly. There are only army members in the streets now. No members of the public. He is taken into a less grandeur building. He pushed down stone stairs to a basement. He is pushed through a door and in front of him stand Pat, Joe and Carl.
“Hello slave, miss us” Pat asks.
Tyler
Tyler, Max and Jordan along with Finn and Toni have made most of the journey back to the town it all began. They are all cramped into the back of Dr Phillips truck. They feel like smuggled cattle, but know it is necessary.
“Tell me about the slaves we are here to rescue. Tell me about the Civic experiment” Dr Phillips asks. Tyler smiles. “I’m sure you have read all about it.” Dr Phillips nods. “I have, but I want to hear about it from you. I want to know the truth.” Tyler looks at Finn and Toni.
“About two years ago, Zac and I answered an advert. Promising a lot of money. We applied and got the gig. We had a strip fight competition, winner become master, loser slave. Zac won. The more he humiliated me the more money we made. And he made us a lot of money.
Little did we know there were four other houses being monitored. With people like me and Zac. Finn and Toni here where one, Kyle and Brandon in another. Lachie and Anton, and the final house had Victor and Robin. We were videoed and our actions sent to investors across the world.
As the weeks went on the humiliation got worse. We participated in the first ever slave games. That Max won. Then Zac was given a choice release me and split the money or take another slave and keep the money. But I would stay enslaved.
After the Sampson Slavery Laws came into place, all masters were given a choice. Release your slave and split the money. Or keep the money, but your slave, friend will be legally enslaved. Only Toni decided to release Finn. The rest took the money and abandoned their friends” Tyler says.
“So, Brandon, Victor and Lachie all became free” Dr Phillips asks. Tyler shakes his head. “No, Brandon and Kyle came last in the slave games, Brandon got enslaved, they were both given to Owen, the president’s son. Who is a real prick” Dr Phillips nods after listening to Tyler.
“We are at the safe house” The driver says through the window in the cabin of the truck. The back door is opened and they all exit the truck. They are outside an old run-down factory. “Let’s get inside quickly, not safe out here” Dr Philips warns. They quickly move inside.
The inside of the factory looks a lot better than the outside. Inside Troye is sitting by a bar sipping on a glass of wine and looking through his phone. When he hears them entering, he stands and walks towards them looking at Max “Hey”.
“Troye, hi” Max says while hugging him. “What are you doing here?” He asks. Troye looks at all the freed men a smile appears on his face. “I have some important information” Troye declares.
“Is it not a bit risky to be meeting us here. There must be a safer way to pass on information. We you need in play. To be our ears, that’s all” Tyler says concerned.
“I wanted to see you and besides its relatively safe here now. The bulk of the army is still in the Kingdom. Owen has a handful of his minions here. He is a nasty piece of work. Even when Owen is here, he is too distracted by someone like me” Troye responds.
“What is distracting Owen” Max asks. Tyler hasn’t had many dealings with Owen but from what Max and Jordan have told him he is grateful for that.
“He seems to have gotten bored of humiliating slaves. There are reports of him abducting free men. They disappear, rumour is they are taken to Hayden’s plantation. Nobody knows for sure what happens to them next, but I’m guessing it’s not good” Troye explains.
“He will be punished for what he has done, I promise you that. For everything he has done to these free men, to the slaves, to Jordan and to Max, I swear. Not today, not tomorrow. But I promise you he be brought to his hands and knees” Tyler says confidently.
“Zac” Troye pauses for a moment. “He told me, Owen will be back from the Kingdom this week. If you want to rescue the slaves from the Civic Experiment you have to do it in the next few days” Troye adds. “Are you still seducing Zac” Tyler asks unsure of how he feels.
“Yes, I think he is in love with me. This has to happen soon. I am starting…” Troye starts but doesn’t finish. There is a long silence broken by Max. “What information do you have on the members of the Civic Experiment.
“All four slaves from the civic experiment are nearby. Robin is in a brothel. Anton is Lachie’s personal slave and Brandon and Kyle are Owens estate. Nobody has seen much of them. I’ll text you the locations. Victor has left the country”. “Thanks” Tyler says. Troye hugs them and leaves.
“I must leave too. Getting too risky we being here. Take this money, rent Robin from the brothel. It’s the safest way to rescue him. I need to lay low and recruit more people to your cause. I promise you I will return with help. But for now, you are on your own.
When you rescue the slaves head north to find Corey and Liam. They will take you to the compound in Canada. You will be safe there. Goodluck and I will see you again” Dr Phillips says. Tyler nods and grins slightly. Dr Phillips walks to the door and turns back to them. “Keep the van as well”
Two Days Later
Tyler and Max enter a brothel on the edge of town. They are both dressed in jeans, T-shirt and are wearing baseball caps. Tylers hair is now medium length, he is almost unrecognisable to the pictures of when he was enslaved, he still doesn’t want to take the chance.
The brothel is filled with naked slaves. They are all kneeling along the walls with their hands on their heads. Their eyes tilted downward. They are all very pretty and seem devoid of emotion. None of them look up at them. Tyler looks around for Robin but can’t see him.
“Hello gentleman, welcome. What would you like today” a young ginger haired man asks from behind the counter. Max steps forward trying to block Tyler from the man’s vision. “To be honest, we haven’t been to many brothels before, what can we choose from” Max asks.
“You two certainly look like first timers. We have a wide variety. All our slaves are experts in sucking dick. They are pleasers. Of course, if it’s not sex you want and something else, we have options for that in the back. Our pain slaves are stored there” the man says with a smile.
“We heard you have one of the slaves from the Civic Experiment here. We wanted to rent him for the day. Take him back to ours. Is that possible” Max asks nervously. “Possible yes, cheap no. It will cost you a lot” The clerk responds.
Max reaches into his pocket and takes out a brown envelope and hands it to the red headed man. He looks through it discretely and smiles. “One moment” he says before retreating behind a red curtain. Max and Tyler share anxious look with each other.
“Here he is gentlemen. If you would please have him returned by 10 AM tomorrow morning” The man said while ushering Robin through the curtain. Tyler and Max avoid eye contact but with no need as Robins head is pointed at his feet.
For a slave since the beginning, he looks good. He is more toned than Tyler remembers him. His skin complexion looks perfect. He is naked except for a gold necklace and gold cuffs around his ankle and wrists. His collar is metal with an emerald in the centre.
Max attaches a leash to his collar and him and Tyler lead Robin out of the brothel. They get into the van. Robin is sat in the back. He has made no attempt to look at either Max or Tyler in the face. Tyler sits in the passenger side and turns to Robin who doesn’t seem to notice.
“Look up Robin” at hearing his name for the first time in years Robin jerks his head up. A surprise and awe come across his face as he looks at Tyler and then to Max. Then fear appears on his face. He looks out the window and back to the brothel.
“What is happening, why are you here” he says sounding terrified. “We are here to set you free. Don’t worry you are safe” Tyler says, himself and Max are confused by his reaction. Robin shakes his head and reaches his hand towards the door but stops.
“You have to take me back, if they catch me, they will do terrible things. Slaves attempting to escape get the worst punishments. You can’t keep me safe” Robin says before reaching again for the back door of the van.
“We can keep you safe. We will keep you safe. We have an opportunity, a window to rescue as many slaves as we can” Tyler says as if trying to sell an idea he thought would be snapped up. Robin shakes his head and starts to cry.
Max slows down and stops the van, Tyler gets out and opens the back door of the van. Robin steps out “Please take me back you don’t know what they do to slaves that try to escape, I’ve seen things” he says sobbing uncontrollably.
Tyler hugs him and allows him to cry. Tyler can feel rears cascade down his back. He rubs Robins head. “Nobody is taking you again, join us, let us explain, please Robin. This has to better than what you are going through. Robin nods and gets into the back of the van.
The entire hour journey to Lachie’s house is spent calming Robin down. Eventually they get to listen to what his life was like. It was terrible, but they expected nothing else. They tell him of their plan to free the slaves and Robin agrees to help.
The three of them exit the van and walk into Lachie’s Garden. "Be careful, he may not be military but he is still dangerous" Tyler warns as the sneak into Lachie’s Garden, their approaching his shed where they know he likes to punish his slaves.
Tyler, Max and the very nervous Robin sneak up to the door of the shed, Tyler peaks in the window. Lachie has Anton naked in the middle of the shed. His legs are spread wide, his arms as well. Each limb tied to wires. His chest is covered in red melted wax, it runs down his body.
Lachie presses a button on his phone and wires slowly start to retract spreading his arms and legs further apart. Lachie walks over and pours melted wax over Antons balls, the gagged Anton screams into his gag. Behind Anton is a crucifix with a dildo half way up it.
"Damn it!" growls Tyler, his jaw clenched at the sight of Anton's torment. He turns to the others, his eyes burning with determination. "Alright, here's the plan. Max, you take out Lachie. Robin, get ready to untie Anton. I'll handle any surprises."
With a deep breath, Tyler readies himself to burst into the shed, determined to free Anton from this nightmare. He nods to the others, counting down silently before they move swiftly into action.
Anton keeps screaming as Lachie taunts him, "You shouldn’t have been three minutes late with my dinner"
Lachie says as he watches Anton. The wires pull Anton upwards stretching his body painfully. Tyler's fists clench, his knuckles white. He's seen enough. He signals to Max, who nods, already moving. Tyler pushes open the door, his voice low and deadly. "Time's up, Lachie."
He scans the room, his gaze locking onto Anton, taking in the horror. His heart pounds, furious. He won't let this continue. Not on his watch. Lachie slowly turns around, a smirk playing on his lips, clearly underestimating the intruders. "Fuck, Tyler!”
Tyler steps forward, his eyes narrowing. He ignores Lachie, keeping his focus sharp. "Let him go, Lachie. You're finished." His voice is cold, devoid of mercy. He takes another step, trying not to react to the sheer brutality of the scene before him.
He knows Lachie doesn't deserve mercy, not after what he's done to Anton. But he needs to stay calm, to outsmart him. Behind him, he can feel Max tensing, ready to strike. Lachie looks at them incredulous, "how did you escape your Masters" he says, still in shock at who he is looking at.
Tyler smirks, a fierce pride burning behind his glare. "We didn’t just escape, Lachie. We rose up. And we’re here to take back everything you think you own."
He takes another step closer, his presence commanding. He knows Lachie hasn't fought against real opposition before he's only ever been the one doing the torturing. "Now, last chance. Release Anton. Or face the consequences."
Lachie looks to the open shed door and makes a break for it, knowing if he can find another free man, he can have Tyler captured again. Tyler reacts quickly, sprinting after Lachie. "Not happening!" he shouts.
With his longer legs, he easily gains ground. He tackles Lachie to the ground, pinning him down hard. "You're not going anywhere. You're not taking anyone else." His eyes blaze with fury, every muscle tensed. He won't let this monster get away.
Max helps pin Lachie down, while Robin walks over to Anton and starts to undo his hands from the wires. Tyler holds Lachie firmly, his grip like iron. He watches Robin carefully untie Anton, his relief palpable. He whispers to Max, "Keep a tight hold on him. We can't let him slip away."
Lachie struggles beneath him, but Tyler's grip remains unyielding. He leans closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're done hurting people, Lachie. It's over." Anton collapses to the floor once his limbs are finally free, tears streaming down his face, fear and relief warring inside of him.
Tyler's expression softens, his anger replaced by empathy. He reaches out to place a gentle hand on Anton's shoulder. "Easy, buddy. You're safe now. We've got you." He keeps his touch light, giving Anton space but letting him know he's there.
His eyes flicker back to Lachie, still pinned beneath him, his loathing for the man burning bright. Tyler looks to Max and smiles, "Lets strip him naked, put him on the cross, they won't find him for days" Tyler says as he pulls at Lachie’s shirt.
Max chuckles darkly, nodding. "Ah, poetic justice, eh? You're a genius, Tyler." Robin hesitates, clearly unsure, but Tyler's confidence reassures him.
Tyler continues, his movements swift and calculated. "Yeah, let's do it. He's had his fun. Now it's our turn." He rips Lachie's shirt, exposing his skin. The satisfaction of watching Lachie squirm is almost palpable. "This is what he deserves."
Max pulls of Lachie’s shoes and then socks, he is now down to his jeans and underwear, Max starts pulling them down. Tyler grabs Lachie's arms, holding him firmly. "You're gonna suffer like you made others suffer. You're gonna learn what it's like to be helpless."
He spits at Lachie, his face twisted with disgust. He glances at Max, his eyes sparkling with a mix of anger and amusement. "Nice work, Max. Let's get him up on that cross, shall we?" He shoves Lachie forward, towards the cross. "Come on, let's not waste any more time. Anton needs us."
Max and Tyler manage to hoist Lachie onto the cross, tying him down securely while he struggles. Anton has managed to sit up, his body still trembling, his eyes wide as he watches the scene before him.
Tyler crouches down beside Anton, speaking softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. He's not going anywhere. He's getting a taste of his own medicine." He gestures towards Lachie, who's now stuck on the cross, completely vulnerable. "You're safe now. We're getting you out of here."
Tyler's jaw tightens as he stares Lachie down, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. He turns back to Anton, concern etched on his face. "You alright? Can you walk?" "Y-yeah, I think so," Anton says shakily, his voice hoarse but stronger than before.
He slowly tries to stand up, wincing slightly at the pain shooting through his limbs. Tyler wraps an arm around Anton, helping him steady himself. "Easy, take it slow. We're not rushing anywhere." He glances at Lachie, who's thrashing around, screaming obscenities.
Tyler smirks, feeling a dark pleasure in the reversal of roles. "See, Anton? That's what happens when you mess with the wrong people." He gives Anton a reassuring squeeze. "You're strong, man. You're doing great. Just focus on getting out of here, yeah?"
Max and Robin help Anton out of the shed and towards the van. Tyler takes a look at the gagged and naked Lachie, he is wriggling his body, the ass hovering closer and closer to the dildo held in place below his ass. Tyler turns the light to the shed off and follows the rest to the van.
Tyler's grin fades to a satisfied smirk as he switches off the light. He knows exactly what's waiting for Lachie. He gets into the van, closing the door behind him. "Alright, let's get out of here. He won't be found anytime soon. And even if he is...well, he's in for a surprise."
He pats Anton's shoulder, trying to reassure him further. His thoughts are already racing ahead, planning their next move. There's still so much work to do. But for now, they've got Anton, and that's something to celebrate.
Robin and Anton sit in the back of the van in silence. They are both traumatised, still scared even as they are being rescued, maybe even more afraid in case they get caught again, a slave escaping is a serious crime.
"When we get to Owens farm, we have to take our stun guns, I know Troye said security is very light but we can't take any chances. I think we should leave Robin and Anton in the back, they won't be able to help us" Tyler says to Max.
Max nods, his expression grim. "You're right. We don't know what kind of situation we're walking into. Better safe than sorry. And those two, they're not ready for that kind of action yet. They need time."
Tyler nods, his mind racing ahead. "Exactly. We'll handle it. Just the two of us. We've been in tighter spots before." He glances back at Anton and Robin, his jaw clenching. He knows they're not out of danger yet, not really. But he's determined to protect them, no matter what.
"We'll get Brandon and Kyle out, too," he murmurs, mostly to himself. "Then we can start building something better. Something safe." As the arrive at Owens mansion. Max explains to Anton and Robin to stay in the back of the van, the pair seemed pleased.
Tyler exits the van and takes out his stun gun, Max walks beside his as they begin to walk to Owens mansion. Owen is so sadistic Tyler can only imagine how bad his security is. They get to the mansion and the lights are out, the start to slowly walk around it.
Tyler moves silently, his senses heightened. The darkness seems to amplify every sound. He murmurs to Max, “Too quiet. Something feels off. Keep your eyes open.” He scans the perimeter, his stun gun at the ready.
They creep around the mansion, searching for any sign of movement. The shadows dance across the walls, making Tyler's skin prickle. “We need to find Brandon and Kyle fast. Get in, get out, without raising any alarms.”
As they reach the back, they see a table with empty beers, there is music playing lightly, near the tables is an outhouse, the light is on and the door is open, two guards are pissing into the holes of the outhouse.
"Isn't it nice to have two slaves to piss on everyday" one guard says, the other laughs. Tyler realises that Brandon and Kyle must be locked underneath the toilet seats. He and Max creep up, training their weapons waiting for the guards to turn around.
Tyler's grip on his stun gun tightens, his teeth clenched. Unbelievable, he thinks, his anger simmering. He signals to Max, pointing at the guards. They creep closer, careful not to make a sound.
Tyler's heart beats fast, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He's seen plenty of horrors, but this, this is something else. These guards think they're above everything, that they're entitled to treat people like nothing more than objects.
He's almost close enough. He holds his breath, waiting for the perfect moment. A flicker of movement, a shift in their stance, anything. He's ready.
The two guards turn around and stare at Tyler and Max. They look afraid, they know Tyler is the first ever man enslaved and that Max escaped slavery. They reach for their weapons and realise they are on the table and just stand frozen in place.
Seeing the recognition in the guards' eyes, Tyler takes immediate advantage. "Hands in the air," he growls, his stun gun trained steadily on them. "Don't even think about moving for your radios or weapons."
Max mirrors him, covering the other guard. Neither man dares disobey, not wanting to test Tyler's notorious ruthlessness. The air is thick with tension as the former slaves maintain control.
In a low, dangerous tone, Tyler orders, "On your knees. Now." The guards slowly obey, fear etched across their faces. He nods to Max, so far, so good. But they still have to free Brandon and Kyle without any more complications.
"Fuck it, won't kill them" Tyler says before shooting the guard in front of him. Max does the same to the other guard. The guards collapse, crumbling to the ground. Tyler exhales sharply, his finger still trembling slightly on the trigger.
Max nods curtly, his face grim. "Let's get this over with." Together, they approach the outhouse. Tyler can already imagine what kind of hellhole it is inside. He pushes open the creaking door, bile rising in his throat. The smell hits him first, urine, sweat, and something worse.
He steels himself, stepping inside. They unlock the locked wooden door, Brandon and Kyle take a second to adjust to the light, they are naked and absolutely filthy, it takes them a while to recognise him but then Kyle speaks "Tyler is that really you?"
Tyler's eyes widen as he takes in their pitiful state. His heart drops, but he forces a reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's me. You're safe now." He reaches out a hand, wanting to comfort them, but hesitates, unsure if they're ready for physical contact. "We've got to get you both out of here. Come on."
Max steps forward, helping steady the two emaciated slaves. Tyler notices the way they're shaking, the wariness in their eyes. It's clear they've endured unspeakable torment. He feels a surge of fury towards their captors, but keeps it contained, focusing solely on the task at hand.
Tyler looks to an outdoor shower head, "the two of you get cleaned up while Max and me strip these guards and lock them in the outhouse toilets, let them see how it feels" he says to them gently.
Brandon and Kyle nod, their eyes red-rimmed, but a flicker of determination sparks within them. They stumble towards the outdoor shower, eager to wash away the filth and shame. They hug each other as they turn the shower on.
Tyler watches them go, then turns to Max, his expression darkening. "Let's give these bastards a taste of their own medicine. And make it quick. We don't know how long we've got before someone notices these two are missing."
Together, they swiftly undress the guards, ignoring their muffled cries, and stuff them into the same holes where Brandon and Kyle suffered. The satisfying click of the lock’s echoes through the night air. "How long have you been in there?" Tyler asks them
Kyle shivers, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, while Brandon struggles to speak. His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “I’m not even sure, Owen said he was going to the Kingdom, to get you and Max, we overheard him talking to his guards.
"Since Owen left, he has been gone weeks, have those guards left you in there the whole time he has been gone" Tyler asks concerned but not overly shocked. Brandon nods again, tears welling up in his eyes. "Yeah...they...they said they were orders. To keep us down here, out of sight."
Kyle's gaze drops, his voice small. "We thought...we thought you'd forgotten about us." The despondency in his tone gut punches Tyler. Forgotten them? Is that what they believed, trapped down here in darkness and filth? He kneels down, taking their hands firmly.
"I could never forget you. Or any slave. We're getting out of here, all of us." His voice rings with determination. He'll make sure of it. “Put the guard’s clothes on, and find more we have Anton and Robin in our van who need clothes. We are short on supplies”.
Max looks at Tyler, "You know before I go, I need to pee" Max says while standing above the right hole that contains one of the guards. "Anyone else need to pee before we go, long way back to the safe house" Max says as he starts pissing on the naked slaves face.
He glances at Brandon and Kyle, who seem too stunned to react. For a moment, he wonders if maybe they shouldn't be doing this, if it's too cruel. But then he remembers everything they've been through, everything they've endured. And he hardens his heart. These guards deserve it.
"Hey, don't worry. They'll survive. Just like you guys did." He forces a tight smile, trying to reassure them. "Let's just...take a second. Make sure they understand what it's like."
As Tyler and Max finish pissing, they leave the outhouse, and start walking towards the van. "Wait" Kyle says. "This storage shed contains medical supplies, weapons, we should take some with us. You said your short on supplies" Kyle suggests.
"Good idea, I'll be back with the van" Max says while walking faster towards the van. Tyler, Brandon and Kyle stand in awkward silence as they wait for the van to return. Nobody knowing what to say. Tyler is relieved when Max returns with the van.
He settles for a quiet, "Good thinking, Kyle." Instead, he focuses on the practicalities, making sure they're prepared. Max pulls up, and Tyler opens the side door of the van. "Let's get moving. We'll sort through these supplies at the safe house."
As they climb in, Tyler notices Brandon and Kyle exchanging nervous glances. He reaches out, resting a hand on Brandon's shoulder. It's a small gesture, but it's all he can manage right now. This isn't over. Not yet. But they're closer.
They let the rescued slaves sit in the back and start to drive, the van is silent, despite the success of the mission, not only did they rescue every one, punish the masters but they got medical supplies and weapons, but there is silence amongst the slaves of the Civic Experiment.
Zac
Zac drops his phone beside him a huge smile upon his face. He has spent the last hour talking to Troye. He feels butterfly’s every time he speaks to him. The TV is playing the background, He hears his stomach rumbling. He misses having a slave to cook him food when eve he wants.
As his thought turn to food a loud frantic knock sounds from his front door. Startled he opens his phone and looks at his ring camera. Owen and another man are stood outside. Owen is pacing back and forward while knocking on the door. His fists banging loudly.
Zac, confused rises to his feet and walks to the door. He opens it and Owen pushes his way into the house. His fried follows him in. Owen looks like steam could come out of his ears at any moment. If this was any other person Zac would be hitting him right now, but not Owen.
“Hi, what’s wrong?” Zac asks. Owen stares at him, analysing him, studying him. “This is my friend Hayden” Owen answers, taking a deep breath and sitting down putting his hands on his head. He looks up at Zac, sternly.
“My slaves are gone, and do you know who took them?” he asks, he stares at Zac as if he is trying to look through his soul. “They escaped?” Zac responds. Owen shakes head and takes a long deep breath. “Yeah, they escaped is one way to put it.”
Zac looks at Hayden who is standing close by looking at him closely. He turns back to Owen who is getting more agitated by the second. The atmosphere in the room is tense. Zac is trying to read the room trying to understand what is happening right now.
“I asked you a question, do you know who took them?” Owen asks again, standing and moving closer to Zac. “Kyle and Brandon, you mean?” Owen puts his hands to his hair slightly tugging at it. He turns around, running his fingers through his temples.
“Yes, Kyle and Brandon, who do you think took them?” Owen asks again his voice raising. Zac looks around at the two men that have basically barged into his home. He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, who took them?” he responds.
Owen starts to laugh, but not a laugh that eases the tension. “Who took them, he asks” looking at Hayden. Owen walks right up to him, Zac and feel his breath on his face. “Your mate took them” Zac’s confusion only grows. His mate?
“Which mate?” Zac asks, genuinely confused. Owen turns away again running his hands through his hair. He steps back up to Zac. “Fucking Tyler, the little prick.” Zacs face drops not sure how to processes the information.
“Does it make you happy to hear that” Owen asks, his face inches away from Zacs. The tension in the air is now palpable. “It doesn’t make me feel anything, why did he free them” Zac doesn’t know what to say, he doesn’t know why they are here.
“You see the thing is, Tyler has decided to free a lot of slaves. Seems like he is trying to start some sort of rebellion. What do you know about that?” Zac just shrugs his shoulders at eh question. Owen again looks at him as if he is studying him.
“See, the thing is he has stolen all the slaves from the civic experiment. Left their Masters, Lachie, was left tied to a cross, a dildo under his dick” Zac steps away from Owen. “I’ve no idea about any of this is Lachie ok” he asks.
Owen looks appalled by the question. “Is he ok, who gives a fuck if he is ok, he is still on the cross. Why would I help him. Every member of the Civic Experiment has been affected by this except you. Why is that?” Zac tries to think of a good enough answer but he has no idea what to say.
“Maybe because I don’t have a slave anymore” he blurts out, fear rising in his body. Owen smiles, but not a friendly smile. “That’s, the thing another one of your slaves, just gone, like magic, Tyler gone, Max gone and now Todd, how do you think that looks?” Zacs eyes widen.
“I mean, Tyler, I traded for Max and then found out that Todd was the person who killed my parents. I returned Max to Tanners plantation before he disappeared. That’s nothing to do with me.” Zac protests. He hasn’t been spoken to like this in years.
“Disappeared, good word, because nobody knows where Todd is. But he didn’t leave the Kingdom with Tyler or Max. So where is he” Zacs patients is growing thin with the intrusion. Not that he would dare say anything to Owen. “I don’t know but I want to find him” he confesses.
“Good, did you tell anyone when I would return. I watched the cameras, Tyler and Max seemed to be in a hurry.” Zac tries to think but the only person he knows is Troye. Troye wouldn’t say anything. “No, I mean just Troye, I mentioned it to” he responds.
Owen starts to nod and then shakes his head. “You know, we have suspected Troye for a while.” Zacs stomach drops, suspected Troye, but why, not Troye. He instantly feels regret, worry, he isn’t sure why but he does.
“We are going to meet Troye tomorrow, ask him a few questions” Owens says to Zacs despair. “And you are coming with us” Zac can’t believe what he is hearing he doesn’t want to be a part of this. “Ok, I’ll meet you at the hostel tomorrow” Owen shakes his head,
“Nah, you’re the first Master of the Civic Experiment, you’re a target. You are coming to stay with me until this is over. Can’t have you being getting taken.” Zac thinks about protesting but Owens words don’t leave much room for negotiating.
“Ok, I will stay with you and tomorrow, we will confront Troye” he says trying to hide the sadness in his voice.
