The Lodge
I had yet to go to the Rustler's Club Ranch, apparently every chapter in the world had one, and they were hubs where business was discussed among members and fucking, using, and processing of straight men obtained by Rustler Club staff happened. It was the regional headquarters, events would be held there, and the majority of the Club's dedicated staff that were rustlers, snatch teams, security, trainers, or cleaning crew all lived there.
It was a sprawling compound with a large main Club Lodge and extensive grounds. It was out far in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forests with the nearest uncontrolled area about thirty miles away. It was perfect for more unrestrained displays of using the men we acquired. President Holt told me to go and take a look, meet some people, and think about my personal place in the organization. The Club would give me everything I wanted, and the means to be able to enjoy snatching and selecting sexy men to process. I just had to find my niche within the organization, and the Lodge was the place to do that.
It was amazing, the main Lodge building was set up like a hunting lodge with pictures of beaming members and struggling bound and displayed straight prey all around, furnished with leather and natural wood . There was a large study, bar, library, dinning hall, and the entrance hall where I entered with a large staircase thay went upstairs to private rooms for members to use their snatches. I wondered what was going on up there. My thoughts vanished-replaced quickly with an interest in this hall when I saw two pillars at the foot of the stairs with two men shackled to them.
Both were displayed with their arms up shackled naked to either side of their designated thick wooden pillar. Both men's legs were stretched out from the base tied with ropes attached to metal o-rings in the floor. The were ball gagged and each had a machine with a dildo attached pumping and forcing the dildo into their rectums. They wriggled and sweat on display with men walking by, observing, commenting to one another, and continuing by as if this was just another day.
On the left pillar was a young black man, dark skinned, his large cock and curly black pubes surrounding an erect swinging cock. He looked furious, struggling hard making very defined muscles tense in his predicament. The other was a pretty 30 something Latino man, his cock was locked, and his brown eyes stared off into the distance. He was more docile, moaning in discomfort every once and a while and groaning.
Two other members came up to me and introduced themselves, an old white man in a tweed jacket and a forty-something Korean man in business casual. The Korean man held out is hand, "Mike Jang, and this is Professor Stewart, we are the other new members. Nice to meet you!" I recalled that when I handed Rohnin over there were two other offerings, someone's student and business partner. I connected the dots between my new friends and the men on display. I looked from them to the pathetic straights.
Mike chuckled to himself, "Yeah, see you noticed our submissions. That's my former business partner, not a bad guy, but I really just partnered with him because I had business experience and he inherited apartment building and needed my management. Now I can get the buildings and don't need him anymore." I nodded and shrugged, his choice actually made a lot of practical sense, and the guy was pretty hot. I suppose inheriting buildings and just being an owner left a lot of time to work out. "I have to admit, always wanted to get him out of his clothes. Now I get to see what we was working with," he flicked the man's balls and got a pained moan. "Too bad he's the Club's now, but they have been making good use of him. After this week he's up for pony training."
Professor Stewart nodded towards his, "This one was a good get, not a smart student but he had that athletic body. Easy to trick and get set up, and a friend has been trying to get me as a member for a while. I just needed the right submission." The young black guy raged, a little saliva forming around the ball gag his juicy lips rested on. He had some stubble and his brown eyes were defiantly narrowed at his former professor. "Honestly he was just as pissed at me as a student, I practically did him a favor, he wasn't going anywhere." The bull struggled more, grunting as his ass was continually penetrated. "You definitely earned the VIP though, we both took a turn there recently, it was a good time. Also, I heard they brought in a new one, wanna go watch the processing? Apparently the Club rustlers do it in a room with a viewing area so members can watch before they sort them for training." I nodded, and Mike agreed, so we all headed away from the quivering livestock display out to a building near the parking lot where they brought in new aquisitions.
It was an interesting setup, there was a white tiled room with a thick glass window allowing a seating area with some leather backed chairs to look in. The white room had shackles hanging from the ceiling and a drain under that, a steel cabinet, and a hose. We sat in three of about five chairs, and watched. After a few minutes a team of men in white coveralls with masks dragged a medium build creamy skinned white man, he was about thirty five and fit with only black boxer briefs. He had a mop of messy dark hair, a visible happy trail and some chest hair around pink round nipples. Decently full lips were home to a ball gag strapped in between them. He had some stubble and was groggy with eyes closed when they dragged him in, I wondered if he'd been drugged. Apparently they'd stripped him partly already. His wrists were fitted into the shackles and a mechanism raised them up showing dark hairy pits.
They unceremoniously pulled his underwear down and off, then tossed them aside. The professor whistled, he was decently sized with a thick uncut cock and a nice dark bush. One of the men took a cotton swap and stuck it in his dark cockhead and turned it twice, and pulled it out. His eyes fluttered but he remained mostly groggy, the man left the others to work. He was hosed down, and two scrubbed him clean working in all his crevices quickly and efficiently, then he was rinsed. Then the two who had been scrubbing knelt down and pulled apart his hairy calves and held them firm, another took the hose and shoved it riiiight down mainstreet. That's how I learned he had blue eyes, suddenly wide and surprised, the sensation of a hose penetrating his tight virgin sphincter had pulled him at least a little out of his mollified condition.
He kicked while the hose was shoved deep and they cleaned him out, struggling against whatever he'd been dosed with as his straight ass was rinsed. They finished that, he was dried with a towel, and they zip tied his ankles, then released his wrists and zip tied those behind his back. He was set to the side, now struggling when one pressed an intercom, "Anyone want first go at him before he's sent to training?" I didn't realize, but apparently if there's an audience we got to have the inagural fuck.
Mike nudged me, "Hey, we both got to have a turn on your cousin. Go ahead." The professor shrugged and nodded. I got up and hit our intercom, "I'll take you up on that." The guy nodded, "We'll check his STD screening and then have him for you in a room in the Lodge soon, room 230. How do you want him?" I wasn't sure what to say. Professor Stuart chimed in, "You can have him set up how you want, spread eagle, fuck bench, all fours, stuff like that. Gagged, not gagged. You decide." I paused and thought, looking at the man squirming to the side of the room. "How about spread eagle, ass up on a bed, tied tight...and uh, gag him with the underwear he came in with? Sealed in with...a panel gag?" The guy nodded and they dragged him out and all left.
Mike Jang nodded, "I approve, simple, and gagging with his own underwear is hot. Wonder who he was?" Professor Stuart shrugged, "Well, we know he's our friend's next fuck." He laughed to himself. I smirked, "Alright, well I better go, I'll catch you guys at the bar after? Fill you in over drinks." I left heading to the Lodge, on the way I took a short detour when I caught some other masked men flogging a muscular naked Brazilian looking man tied against a post screaming. That put me in the mood.
I arrived at the room shortly after, and slowly creaked the door and peaked inside. It was all ready as I had instructed. The room was like the rest of the Lodge, very rustic, with a huge four poster bed and the look of an alpine Lodge, the man was already laid out. His ass was pale and tight, a good bubble butt, pert and vulnerable. I could make out the tan lines slightly visible in the dim light. The man was coming out of whatever stupor he had been in before, and he was starting to struggle. I came in and stood by the bed, his blue eyes looked up as he let out some muffled attempts to speak.
"Don't worry about that, I don't really care much what you have to say. I am a little curious who you are...were. But I know what you are now, and I think you do too." He thrashed, frustrated, his dark messy hair swinging around his stubbled face. His cheeks bulged out behind the panel gag against his lips, his boxer briefs stuffed where I had requested. He fixed me with an angry look. "How dirty were those underwear? Can you taste yourself?" More bucking. I moved behind and enjoyed the sight of his tensing muscles. His legs were decently hairy, then his pale ass quivered above them. I stripped down as he continued his useless struggling. I got on the bed over him like a predatory animal. He just bucked, I could smell him, he must have been wearing cologne when they took him and it mingled with his sweat as he struggled.
I slid a hand under his pelvis and pulled his cock and balls from under him, it was juicy and thicker than average, even partially under him sticking out between his splayed thighs. I ran my finger up it and along, he tried to jerk away, but tied spread out tight there wasn't anywhere to go. I just gripped it and kept him firmly in place. I slapped his ass and enjoyed the feel, leaving a red print on the pale taught skin. "Alriiiight, we can skip the foreplay if you want." I straddled him and let my cock fall along his crack, the wriggling just making me grow harder against him. I leaned down and ran my tongue along his smooth back and brought my head up along side his laying against him, "How many times have you been this hard waiting to fuck some woman, and now that's what you're for. You realize you won't ever fuck a woman again? You belong to us now."
He yelled and bucked, and I leaned my pelvis down, resting my cock against the crack and moving back and forth to nestle between his quivering cheeks. I was right against his hole and felt his pulse against my cockhead. I started in, his body tensed up, doing everything he could to defend against my erection. Everything he had wasn't much. I felt his bud part as I pressed in, taking a slow descent one inch at a time. His sphincter hugged my cock as I slid in, further, further, until I was balls deep and he was screaming. It was pretty muffled against the sweaty fabric shoved in his mouth, but I found it very satisfying.
I pitched against him and thrust, fucking his tight virgin hole. Stretching his warm guts against my cock. He yelled and screamed, tugging against the ropes that held him there for me. His biceps tensed, his back writhed, I gripped his hips as I violated him with gusto. This was the second time I got to deflower a straight ass, and it was as good as the first. I wondered if someone was doing this or worse to my cousin somewhere else, the thought made my erection reach full size inside the muscled victim.
I fucked and thrust and used him like the fuck sleeve he was now. He wasn't thrashing anymore, his bound wrists just hung there as his fingers clenched and released in frustration. As I felt the straight tight hole tight against me I couldn't believe anyone thought straight men were for anything else. They were just for propogating the species and then for us to use.
I went hard until he was sweating panting mess, and then finally exploded inside him. I pumped until most of the load was up his anus, then pulled out, slick dick and breathing heavy. Before cleaning up I moved to the head of the bed and rested my legs over his shoulders with my still damp cock right against his face. I gripped his hair and forced him into it, "Smell that, that's your pussy. You're just fuck meat now bitch." I cleaned my cock, using his hair. The poor fucker was smeared with sweat, cum hung in his hair, some of it sticking strands to his forehead.
He lay there, fuming, probably having difficulty figuring out what was even going on besides the obvious. I'm sure whatever they had in store for the guy would eventually clear his head...he would have more to worry about. I looked at the muscled body covered in sweat and wondered what they would use him for. He would probably be going the bull or pony route since he was common Rustler's Club property. I cleaned myself off, dressed, and put myself back together. I pat my straight conquest on the ass and slid out the door, taking one last look at the magnificent sight of a masculine violated straight man on my way out.
An attendant stopped me on the way down the stairs, "We hope you enjoyed your time, should we send a clean crew to fetch the merchandise and move it along for training?" I nodded, "Had a great time thanks, yeah he's good to go." I bounded down the stairs passed the two displayed straight men moaning and sweating, and headed to the bar to chat with my new friends about the experience.
This really was the best possible life. Now I had to figure out my place in this amazing organization, I knew my place was mostly between the thighs of helpless straights...but wanted to be helpful. Maybe I would chat with Mike Jang about real estate and renting...I bet there was useful stuff there for the Club...
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