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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 30
Hell Hath No Fury....
"You little Sonofabitch." Charlie bellowed as he stormed in.
"I'm gonna have you strung up by your fucking balls for this." he practically
screamed.
His face was red as a beet and it looked like he might be ready to have a
coronary.
I was surprised that I had no fear at all. I looked at him, smiled and said:
"Your gonna have a hard time doing that, Charlie. In case you forgot you had
me castrated last night. So go ahead and do whatever the fuck you want, I
really don't give a shit anymore."
He stopped dead in his tracks. Master Ed had been right on Charlie's heels and
wasn't prepared for the sudden stop. He crashed into Charlie sending him
flying.
Charlie had not been expecting Ed to crash into him and so he too was not
prepared. Luckily there was a big, soft easy chair right straight in front of
him to slow him down.
Charlie hit that fucking chair with tremendous forward momentum. The chair
went over backwards, breaking Charlie's fall. Charlie did a summersault and
ended up with his shoulders on the floor, his back and ass up against the wall
and his feet thrashing in the air, kicking at space.
It was so fucking funny I just couldn't help myself. I started to laugh, now I
am not talking about a ha, ha, type laugh here. I am talking about one of
those laughs that begins down deep inside and takes over your whole body. You
choke and gasp for air, but it is so fucking funny you can't stop laughing.
Either it really was funny or my laugh was infectious, because some of the
others that came in behind Ed, started to laugh as well.
Charlie turned over onto his side and pushed himself up. He was even redder
than before. He got to his feet and screamed:
"Stop the fucking laughing."
Now that is easy for someone that hasn't seen the funny side of an event to say,
but it sure isn't easy for the one that did. I couldn't stop laughing.
Charlie was livid. He stormed over, squat down, grabbed my hair and slapped me
hard across the face. My left hand shot up and wrapped itself around his
throat.
"Take your filthy hands off me, and don't ever touch me again." I growled.
He was so stunned he let go. Master Ed started towards us.
"Stop." I shouted. "One more step and I'll crush his fucking larynx."
"You had better have me put down, Charlie, because I don't intend on ever
putting up with your fucking shit again. I really should finish you off here
and now, it would be doing the world a favor. But I have already caused enough
damage because of you and your fucking games. I tried to be what you wanted,
but failed and got sent here, well I give up completely. Do whatever you want,
I will no longer respond. Now fuck off." I spit out, releasing his neck at
the same time.
He had turned a bit blue as I talked but he was still breathing. He sat back
and rubbed his neck.
"Take the little prick to a cell." he ordered.
A couple of slaves came over and lifted me up onto my feet. They practically
dragged me out of Sebastion's suite and back to the hospital portion of the
building.
I was dragged all the way back to where my ward was located. However just a
few doors before Alex's office they pulled me into a stair well and took me to a
floor below.
It looked like a real bloody dungeon. It was not well lit and the walls looked
like they were made of stone. It was dark, rank and damp. The cells also
turned out to be designed to look like stone. The cell had no windows, only a
small peep hole in the door, for someone to check on the prisoner. The
prisoner would be completely isolated once the door was closed.
I was literally thrown into one and the door slammed shut and locked. A single,
naked light bulb graced the exact center of the ceiling and provided the only
light. That light never went out the entire time I was there. After slamming
the door shut I heard them head down the corridor, leaving me alone.
Well maybe with a little luck they would snuff me quickly, I thought. But I
had no illusions, Charlie was going to make me pay and pay dearly for standing
up for myself. Well, I may have to suffer, but I am used to pain now, it has
been a constant part of my life for months.
One thing for sure, Charlie could go right straight to hell as far as I was
concerned. I was not going to play his games any more. I was able to live
with all the other rotten things he had down to me, but I could not live with
castration.
I got the very distinct feeling that Charlie was not very smart. He was trying
the abandonment game again. It hadn't worked back home and it sure as hell was
not going to work here.
I was left alone, no food, no water, no toilet same as last time, this time
however he added something new, just so I wouldn't get bored I guess. The cell
did not have a bed. As well, the cell was not warm, I had no clothes, no
blankets, in a matter of hours I was very, very cold and stayed that way until
they finally released me a few days later. I spent 100% of my time in that
cell just trying to keep warm.
By the time they came for me I had almost completely withdrawn into myself. I
sat in a corner folded up as well as I could to try and keep warm, but it was a
loosing battle. I was very, very cold my body shivering, my teeth
chattering.
I recall the cell door opening and someone coming in. He came over and spoke
but I did not respond. I did not even bother to look up. All I wanted was to
die, for it to be all over.
I remember feeling him nudge me with the toe of his boot, but again I paid no
heed. He walked away and left the cell but did not close the door. I didn't
really pay much attention, I just continued to sit there and shiver.
A moment later I was bathed in ice cold water. The bastard was hosing me down.
I jumped at the first spray, but then gathered myself closer and tighter into
the fetal position and just stayed there. I was crying and begging him to
stop, but he just kept that fucking hose washing all over me. I was getting
colder and colder.
I began to pray for death, I wanted out, not only from the on slot of cold
water, but from life itself. If they'd have given me the means I would not
have hesitated at that moment to do myself in.
After what seemed an eternity, the hose was finally shut off and taken away. I
pulled myself in tighter and tighter, trying to get some warmth from my own
freezing body.
"There is food and water here for you." a voice called out and then the door
slammed shut.
I didn't move from my position. To be honest I don't think that I was even
capable of moving. I was just to damned cold. It was a long time later,
could have been hours, could have been a day, I have no idea, but the door
opened again.
I heard a voice talking to someone.
"He hasn't moved in a couple of days and has not eaten anything we put in here.
If he isn't taken out of here soon he is going to die."
"Ok, I will pass the word up to Master Ed. Fuck the poor bastard looks like he
is frozen he is shaking so bad." the second voice said.
"Ya, we made it worse when we hosed him down yesterday, don't think we should
have done that. I think he is going to have to go into one of the wards, he
may be suffering from hypothermia." the first voice said.
"Ok, I'll get up there right away and find out what the hell they want to do."
the second voice said, then the door slammed shut.
Through my shivering I had heard the whole conversation. Ya he was right I was
not well and was going to require hospital care if they wanted me to stay
alive, I was hoping they didn't.
It wasn't to long after that, that they arrived with a gurney, they pushed it
into the cell and lifted me up onto it. I did not uncoil from my fetal
position. I just pulled myself in real tight and continued to shiver
uncontrollably.
They covered me with a wool blanket, but I was so cold I did not notice any
difference at all.
They moved me upstairs via an elevator and took me into a ward. It was not one
of the dismemberment wards, this looked like a real hospital room.
A doctor was waiting. He tried getting me to uncoil but I refused. I just
grasped myself tighter. He kept telling me he wanted to help, but I ignored
him. I didn't want his or anyone else's help. I just wanted to die.
I guess he finally got tired of trying to work with an uncooperative patient and
gave me an injection that put me to sleep.
When I awoke, I was stretched out on my back, covered up to my chin by blankets.
There were IV's in the backs of both hands. Bags of clear fluid were dripping
into the small plastic tubes attached to the IV's, flowing down and into my
body.
My arms were strapped to little arm rests on either side of the bed. I pulled,
but the bonds were solid. It would take a stronger man than I to break those
straps.
I tried to move my legs and found out my ankles were bound to something as well.
Guess they didn't want me running around choking and bashing in the faces of
anymore of their people.
I was warm, the shivers had stopped and I wasn't even hungry. But I still
wanted to die. Why the fuck are they doing this, I asked myself. Take me to
the brink of death then bring me back. It just didn't make any sense.
I was laying there looking at the ceiling when the doctor came back.
"Ah, your awake Harold. How are you feeling?" he asked.
I looked at him, but said nothing. I stared right into his eyes, not blinking,
just staring. He couldn't take it for long and turned away.
"Come on Harold, I am trying to help you, just let me know how you are feeling."
he said.
I had decided I would not respond and that is exactly what I intended to do. I
did not belong in the world of the living any longer, therefore I would not
react to it. I closed my eyes and turned my head away from him. I didn't need
or want his help.
He tried a few more times but I just continued to ignore him. He finally gave
up and left me alone. About a half hour later I had a couple more visitors.
Charlie entered the room, followed by Ed.
"Came to have a little talk with you Harold." Charlie said.
I looked him in the eye, defiantly, but said nothing.
"We have to get the bottom of what the hell went on the other day. Why you went
berserk and tried to kill so many people." he said calmly.
I continued to stare into his eyes, but uttered not a word.
"Damn it Harold, answer me, what the hell happened?" he asked again a bit of
agitation in his voice.
I just stared at him, my own cold fury now starting to brew again. I hated this
man with a passion.
"Why don't you just have him strung up, a few hits with the zapper and he will
answer any question you want." Ed said.
"No Ed, that won't work with Harold. He is in full stubborn mode. Nothing is
going to budge him, well almost nothing. I will find out what went down Harold,
you can bet your boots on it." he said turning away.
He and Ed left and the room returned to peace and quiet. A week ago I would
have been scared out of my wits and not have dared to refuse to answer. All
those shocks to the nuts Master Ed and Alex had given me wiped out that fear. I
wasn't afraid anymore. I didn't want the pain, but I could handle it.
The doctor and a couple of nurses checked on me frequently. One of the bags
was almost empty and they replaced it.
I was all alone in this room, guess they didn't want me contaminating any of the
other patients. It was a nice room though, much better than that cold, stone
cell. If I was going to die this was as nice a place as any.
It was later in the afternoon and the doctor had come in for his umpteenth check
on me. As he had, on each of his other visits, he asked me questions that I
ignored. This time though he asked a question that I couldn't ignore.
"When they brought you up here this morning, your testicles were wrapped in
bandages. They had been professionally applied, but why were they their,
Harold?"
"They put them on after they castrated me." I replied out of sheer surprise.
"Wasn't it fucking obvious?"
"You weren't castrated. Your testicles are still there. Whatever gave you the
idea they had been removed?" he asked bewildered.
"I watched the bastards do it." I spit out.
"They bound me to that damned chair and forced me to watch them do it. They
made an incision, popped it out, cut it off with a pair of surgical scissors and
then held it in front of my face and laughed." I was getting angry again.
"But Harold, your testicles are still there. You have not been castrated." he
said quietly.
What he was saying finally sank in.
"Those, evil, vile bastards." I almost screamed.
"Charlie you are lower than fucking scum." this time I did scream it out.
The bastards had put me through all this as some kind of fucking joke. Three
young men were seriously hurt and two others killed because of their warped idea
of fun.
Hell I was even angrier now then when I had thought they had really castrated
me. I pulled and tugged at my bonds, I wanted up. I wanted Charlie and Ed and
everyone else connected with this shit, dead.
"You bastard, Charlie." I screamed.
"I'll kill you, you rotten evil bastard."
The doctor became alarmed. He tried to calm me, but the more he tried the more
frantic I got. My arms were beginning to loosen the straps, at least it felt
like they were. I pulled and tugged and pulled some more. At the same time I
was tugging on my feet.
The doctor, unable to stop me reached up and pushed a button on the wall.
"Get a couple of people in here quick." he shouted.
He then got up and left the room. I just kept on tugging on those bonds. A
moment later two guys came rushing in. They hurried over to the bed and tried
to stop my arms from tugging.
"Shit he has the fucking strength of Hercules." one of them said.
"Ya, so make sure you don't let go of that fucking arm. If he gets loose he
just might be able to take us both out."
The doctor came rushing back in. He had a syringe in his hand. He went to one
of the IV tubes and inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. About 30
seconds later I began to feel warm and all the fight went out of me. I slumped
back, looked at those three concerned faces and went off to dream land.
When I awoke it was late evening. It was dark outside and there was only a
small light on, just above my bed. I was still strapped down, but there were
white bandages all around my wrists and upper forearms. I must have rubbed off
a lot of skin in my struggle to get free. My right wrist was throbbing
something awful. Must have really taken the skin off that one, I thought.
It wasn't long before someone came in to check on me. A different nurse from
earlier in the day.
"Hi Harold, names Allan, I will be looking after you at night." he introduced
himself.
"How are you doing? It's ok if you don't want to talk, I can understand why.
They really did a fucking number on you man. I would probably react the same
way if it had been me."
I liked him right away. He had heart, he cared.
"Fine, I guess." I replied.
"You really gave them a scare this afternoon. Do you realize you almost broke
through a quarter inch leather strap? Mind you, you made one hell of a mess of
your arms in the process. Tore right down to the bone on the right wrist and
most of the skin gone from the left. Your one strong dude, Harold." he said
with admiration.
"I had just found out that I had killed two men and seriously injured three
others because of a fucking sick joke. I wanted someone to fucking pay for
that, I was just blind with rage." I replied.
"Oh, guess you are referring to the mock castration."
"Ya. I was so fucking angry about the joke I forgot to be happy 'cause I still
had 'em."
"Look Harold they tell me you are an honest guy and always on the up and up. Is
that true?" he asked.
"Well I try to be I answered." baffled by the question.
"Well Harold you have got to be very uncomfortable trussed up like this. If I
remove the straps and the IV's will you behave yourself? I must have your word
on this, Harold. I could end up in severe punishment if you were to lie to
me."
I looked at him. Was he for real? I had already proven that I couldn't be
trusted, yet he was asking me to give my word that I would behave. Well I
wanted to be able to move around and I really hated the IV's.
"Allan I promise I will not misbehave during your shift. However before you go
off duty, come back and replace the bonds. My promise does not extend beyond
your shift." I stated clearly.
"Ok. Just lay back and relax and I will get all this shit off of you."
He talked quietly about himself and how he had also been kidnapped and forced
into slavery. He had been a slave for fifteen years. He said it had not been
too bad, he had a fairly good life here, but he would like to be free again.
Once he had all the shit off I asked if I could get up for a few moments to
stretch. He agreed but told me I had been in such bad shape when I was brought
in that I probably would not be able to stand on my own.
He helped me get up and onto my feet. He was right. I was very weak and got a
case of the dizzies the moment I got up. I sat right back down again.
"You are going to have to give yourself some time to get everything working
again. According to the admittance report you had been in a fetal position
for almost two days. Your body temp had dropped drastically and you had not
had any nourishment or liquids in more than seventy two hours. That is pretty
drastic stuff for a body to come through and it will take a day or two for you
to adjust again." he informed me quietly as I sat with my legs dangling over
the side of the bed.
"I don't suppose anyone has said what is going to happen to me?" I asked.
"No. Nothing like that in the report." he replied.
"What do you think they will do to me for Killing Alex and that other guy?"
"Ah, now that I can answer. Nothing. You didn't kill them, Harold. They
are both alive and well, oh they are going to have sore necks for a few days and
some bruising, but that is all." he answered with a smile.
"Well that's a bit of a relief. I didn't much like Alex, but I didn't really
want to kill him either, at least I hope I didn't."
"Do you know how the other three are doing, Joel, Peter and the other lad?" I
asked.
"Well, Peter is fine. Just a broken nose and a couple of black eyes. He is
back at work already, not that you could keep him away from Mr. Sebastion.
Peter is in love with him. Hospital gossip has it that Mr. Sebastion is trying
to get Master Ed to sell Peter to him." he giggled.
"Ya I noticed how Peter seemed to be gaga over him." I said with a small smile.
"Joel has a concussion. He is still in coma but is expected to come out of it
soon. He also has a broken jaw. I suspect when he comes out of the coma he
is going to wish he could go back until the jaw heals." he gave a short laugh.
"But he is ok otherwise?" I asked with concern.
"I mean once he comes out of coma and his jaw heals, will be back to normal, no
lasting physical or mental damage?"
"Oh yeah, he will be fine, Joel is one strong, healthy dude." he replied.
"I am really glad. I like Joel very much. I am just so sorry he picked that
moment to grab me like that. If he hadn't he would have been ok."
"Now Sammy on the other hand is a completely different story, Harold." he said
seriously.
"Sammy?" I questioned.
"The other lad, his name is Sammy."
"Oh, ok. Got confused for a second. He is in a bad way then?"
"Ya, afraid so. A real bad way. You did a real number on his face. They had
to completely rebuild the face and pull out all the bone fragments. There was
some pretty serious damage around the eyes. They won't know if he can still
see until the bandages are removed some time next week."
"Oh shit." I began to cry.
"Oh man I didn't mean for that to happen. I didn't even know him. He didn't
do a damned thing except open that door at the wrong time. How the hell am I
ever going to be able to live with this, Allen?"
"You will, Harold. Like all things it will pass, oh you will have remorse and
think about it from time to time, but you will manage." he said
sympathetically.
"Well along with everything else it is only one more reason why I wish they
would just kill me and get it over with." I stated.
"Oh I don't think they are going to kill you, Harold. If they were going to do
that you wouldn't be here." he said with a smile.
"So they figure Sammy will survive otherwise?" I asked.
"Ya, he is awake and in good spirits considering the trauma he has gone
through. He doesn't know what happened to him. He has not been told and won't
be until Master Ed has all the answers."
"Well let's hope Master Ed is man enough to give the fucking answers." I spit
out.
"Huh!" he exclaimed.
"I mean I don't think he and Charlie are man enough to admit that their little
fucking game backfired." I replied.
"Oh, you are talking about the castration. Master Ed and Master Charlie had
nothing to do with it, Harold. The perpetrators of that little hoax were found
about an hour after the doctor told Charlie why you went on the war path."
"There were six of them and they are down in the cells now. According to the
hospital rumor mill the punishment is going to be very, very severe. They are
all going to go through the same castration routine they put you through, but
for real."
"Ah shit, that is wrong, fucking wrong." I said vehemently.
"Damn it, castration is wrong, look what just the belief that it had be done,
did to me. They will never be able to trust those guys again."
"Oh that is a given. They will not stay here after the castration, they will
be sold in the Middle East. The castrations will take place according to the
customs of the buyers. Their new Master's will have nothing to fear, in fact
they will very seldom if ever even see their Master's." he informed me.
"Hey, that is what Charlie was going to do to Twink, when he first arrived. A
special priest or something was being sent over to do the job. The owner had
insisted that the castration take place before Twink was shipped out." I said.
"Twink? Whose Twink?" he asked.
"A young lad brought to Charlie by two cops. They fed Charlie a line, saying
the boy was an incorrigible trouble maker. Charlie believed them and took the
boy off their hands. He sold him to an Arab. The Arab wanted Twink fully
trained and castrated before he was shipped to the Middle East." I explained.
"Oh." he replied.
"We, Pat, Pete, Larry and I felt it was wrong for Charlie to have the kid
castrated. We found out the cops had lied and were only being bastards.
Anyway we convinced Charlie and he cancelled the sale. The two cops were
picked up and sent here. I saw them a few days ago, they are not in good
shape."
"Well nothing is going to stop these guys from being sold to the Arabs. They
can not stay here or anywhere else on this side of the ocean. They will have
to be where escape is impossible, the Middle east is the best of all the
possibilities. Believe it or not there are much worse places for them to be
sent to." he said.
"Yes, guess your right. I remember we sent three ex-masters to a hell hole in
Asia. I don't imagine they are even still alive, nor from what I heard about
where they went, would they want to be." I stated.
"Well Harold, you are going to have visitors in the morning. Charlie and Ed
have to find out exactly what went down. Tell them what happened. You don't
have to talk about anything else if you don't want to, but let them know what
drove you. I don't think you are going to get punished for this, Harold. None
of it was really your fault."
"I will see how I feel in the morning. Right now I have one hell of a lot of
stuff to sort out in my mind. The only thing I know for sure is this constant
emotional upheaval has got to stop or it is going to drive me insane."
"Ok." he said. "You have a good rest and I will wake you for breakfast. Good
night, Harold."
"Good night, Allen and thanks. I feel much better now." I said.
He left the room and I just lay there for a bit staring at the ceiling.
Finally I reached behind me and pulled the cord that turned off the light.
I lay in the dark for the longest time, trying to sort out all the shit and
events that had happened since my arrival at the Parts Farm. Eventually I fell
into a troubled sleep.
Allen, true to his word arrived with breakfast just as I was waking up.
"Morning Harold." he greeted me warmly.
"How are you feeling?"
"Good morning Allen, feeling much better thanks. My right wrist is really
aching badly though. Could I have a couple of Tylenol, they might help to ease
the pain a bit." I said as I sat up.
"Sure, bring you some three's they have codeine and work much better for pain."
he said as he placed my breakfast tray on the roll over bed table.
He then cranked up the head of the bed so I would be in a comfortable position
to eat. The roll over table was pushed into place in front of me.
Allen lifted the warming lid from my breakfast and stood back, smiling.
"Don't eat too fast, it has been a while since you have had solid food. We
don't want you getting sick." he said.
I just looked at the breakfast he had brought then looked at him.
"What the hell is it?" I asked in consternation.
"Cold, beef bouillon and one half piece of dry whole wheat toast." he answered
with an impish grin.
"You expect me to eat this?" I replied unbelieving.
"Yup." That is all you get and you must eat it all." he laughed.
"This is bloody worse than torture." I whined.
"In fact it is in human torture. You can not be really serious."
"Oh I am serious Harold. Your stomach has been without solid food for so long
if we give you anything else you will get severe stomach cramps and vomit it all
up." he explained.
"Well looking at this, I kind'a think stomach cramps and vomit would be much
more preferable." I was hoping I could convince him to bring me real food.
"Now Harold you either eat it yourself or I will put you back into your bonds
and then force feed it to you." he said in mock seriousness.
"Ya, you and what army." I giggled picking up the bowl and taking a sip.
It was rather flat and salty tasting. But it was nice to have something wet
around my lips and tongue. I took another sip and then a nibble out of the dry
toast. I found it was better to dunk the toast.
About a minute later I was finished eating my breakfast, but hungrier then when
I started.
"That's a good boy." he smiled.
He pulled the roll over table away from the bed. He noticed the blankets were
tented down around my groin.
"Mmmmm looks like something is under those blankets with you, Harold." he said
with a grin.
"Huh?" I responded, not knowing what he was referring to.
I looked down and saw the tent and then went red in the face. He thought that
was hilarious. His laugh was infectious and soon I was laughing too, and my
dick was jumping up and down.
"Been a while since you emptied the nut sac, huh!" he stated.
"Ya, the afternoon before all this started. Mr. Sebastion gave me one hell of
a great blow job." I answered.
"Well I think you need to have it emptied again and would like to help you do
it. Can you handle that?" he asked with an impish grin.
"Bet your life on it." I answered.
His head disappeared under the blankets and I felt his lips kissing my right
leg. As he kissed, he flicked his tongue out every now and again as he moved
up the leg from the knee.
There was something terribly erotic about watching a head moving under my
blankets and the great feelings his tongue and lips were giving my leg.
Next thing I knew his left hand was on my chest, flicking my right nipple and
his right hand was rubbing the calf of my right leg. I couldn't stop myself
from moaning my pleasure. The sensations were so wonderful I began to breath
hard.
Both hands were wandering around flicking here, rubbing there, while his lips
and tongue had found their way to my throbbing shaft. He worked along the
top, all the way to my pulsing cock head. He flicked his tongue against the
slit sending shivers up my spine.
I couldn't help myself from voicing my pleasure.
"Oh yea, that is fantastic Allen. Oh man yeah. Do it, yeah."
My heavy breathing had turned to gasps, this was unbelievable. I had thought
I would never experience anything like this again, but it was happening. Allen
had taken the head of my throbbing dick in his hot mouth and was working it in
and out slowly while I continued to voice my pleasure.
His right hand was now massaging my nuts and it felt so good. His left hand
was busy tweaking my nipples, first one then the other. He was taking my
throbbing dick all the way down his throat now, keeping a steady pace that was
just driving me wild.
I was so turned on I was having difficulty keeping myself from grabbing his head
and just holding myself deep in his throat. My hips were involuntarily
pushing up to meet each downward stroke of his mouth. I had broken out in a
sweat, a drop had rolled down from my brow into my left eye.
I was high on the mountain, the peak was only a step a way. Allen picked up
the pace, I guess he could sense I was close. His left hand slipped away from
my nuts and I felt a finger begin to rub around my back door.
That was all it took. My nuts lifted in their warm little sac and I screamed
out in pure pleasure as I started shooting deep into Allen's hot throat.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah." I screamed out as I shot load after load of hot
dick snot down his hot throat as it grabbed and squeezed my dick during his
frantic forward and backward thrusts of his head.
My nuts finally stopped shooting and I lay back exhausted, my body bathed in
sweat and my lungs gasping for air. Allen continued to suckle on my dick for a
bit as I regained my equilibrium.
He pulled out from under the covers and looked at me with a grin.
"Bet I had a better breakfast than you did." he laughed.
"Anything has got to be better than that horse piss you called bouillon." I
shot back.
I started kicking off the blankets. I was soaking wet from sweating and was
also very warm. I don't think I had ever had sex under a blanket before, the
body's temperature sure climbs fast that way.
Allen watched as I kicked off all the blankets.
"Mmmm you know what they say about patients that lay naked on top of the bed
covers, don't you" he asked, deadpan.
I was really slow this morning and fell right into it.
"No, what?" I asked in all seriousness.
"They just'a waitin' ta get laid by a nurse." he laughed.
I was taken aback for just a moment by his statement and then it clicked in.
"Too bad there ain't any nurses around that are man enough to do it." I laughed.
"I'll show you whose man enough." he said as he started to quickly strip off his
whites.
I watched fascinated as he stripped. Allen was about 5'7 or 5'8. He had a
broad chest and was extremely hairy. His chest was a mat of thick, black hair.
So thick I could not see his nipples.
That mat of chest hair continued down across his abs, hiding them as well.
When he pulled off his pants a seven and a half inch dick popped up against the
belly hair.
He was cut and his dick was fairly thick, I wasn't afraid of it, I had, had
thicker ones. He climbed up on the bed, worked his way up to my face, his
mouth opened and we kissed. His hot tongue entering my mouth and exploring.
His kiss was deep and passionate, his arms had worked their way up and under
mine he pulled me close. My arms went around him and pulled him in as well.
I was lost in that kiss but could feel his hard cock rubbing insistently against
my still flaccid member.
As we kissed and he rubbed that wonderful hairy body against mine, my dick began
to rise again and rub against his. He was leaking precum and I could feel
the wetness of it against my lower abs.
Allen was a lover. He like to take his time and enjoy every second of his
lovemaking. I just went with the flow, the longer we held off the harder I
would get as I recovered from the earlier blow job.
Allen finally pulled away from my face and began to lick and kiss my chest. He
took each nipple in his mouth and gently bit down. Not enough to cause serious
pain but enough that I knew he was biting, it felt wonderful.
From my chest and nipples he worked that hot tongue across my abs, flicking in
and out, driving me wild. He licked gently all around my button hole and
every once in a while would give a quick flick into the hole with his tongue,
making me heave in anticipation of that tongue rubbing against my button.
He finally sat up on his knees and lifted my legs to his shoulders. He
squirmed in tight and I could feel his cock head against my rose bud. He
worked the head up and down and round and round the prize, working his precum
all over to provide lube for the grand entry.
He began entry by pushing gently against my bud, I concentrated on relaxing the
sphincter. I felt the head begin to enter, he pulled back, then did it again.
Again and again he did this, driving me crazy, I wanted to feel him deep within
me, but he was taking his own sweet time.
Just when I thought I would go right round the bend, he pushed in a little
deeper and I gave a big moan of pleasure. Again he started the in and out
routine. He kept doing this until the whole seven and a half inches were
embedded deep in my bowels. Once he was in all the way he pushed down hard and
just held for a bit.
It was an unbelievably tender moment, I felt at one with him. He became a part
of me, of what and who I am, for just that fleeting moment. And for just that
fleeting moment, I was madly in love with Allen.
The spell broke and he began a slow but gentle rhythmic fuck. All the way in,
all the way out. On each inward thrust he would brush against my prostate
sending thrills all through me.
He had been thrusting gently for about five minutes or so, when he bent over and
kissed me. I returned the kiss hungrily. I was in heaven.
When he began to pick up the pace he also wrapped a hand around my throbbing
dick and began to wank me in rhythm with his thrusts.
He was taking me to the top of the mountain, keeping me there for a bit then
bringing me down a ways. Then it was back to the top, then down again. I was
gasping again.
"Now tell me Harold." He said between gasps for air himself.
"What do they say about patients that lay naked on top of the bed covers?"
"They are praying a nurse will come along and fuck their brains out." I gasped
back, happily.
He gave a little snicker and began to really pound into me.
"Oh aiiiiieee thasssssssss goooooood." I cried out.
He was still wanking me in time with his thrusts and taking me to the top of the
mountain again. It had been so often I had lost count. But this time he kept
me there, I could feel my nuts begin to shift and knew I would not be holding
much longer, I was about to slip over the peak and spray the world with my joy
juice.
"Let it go, Harold." he called out to me.
"Blow your scum all over the fucking place."
"Oh yeah." I answered back and began to unload again.
At the same moment I felt him begin to unload his hot seed deep in my bowels.
"Ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." I cried out in pleasure.
My hot cum shot up into the air and landed heavily on my chest. Squirt after
squirt. Where the fuck did I get it all? My chest was a big puddle of white
man juice. When he finally emptied his nuts he stopped moving and just held
his dick deep within me. It felt so good.
I was trying to get my breathing back to normal again and watched as he did the
same.
"Thank you Allen, that was wonderful." I said softly between gasps.
He just smiled. He finally pulled out with a little plop, leaned over and
began to lap up the cum from my chest. When he had lapped it all up he leaned
farther forward and brought his lips to mine. I suspected he had a mouth full
of my cum and was going to share it.
I was right.
After sharing my cum we continued to kiss for a while. He then rolled over
beside me and rubbed his hand back and forth across my chest.
"I could very easily fall in love with you, Harold." he said, lovingly.
"And I with you Allen, you really are a wonderful human being." I replied.
"If only we had met under different circumstances. Oh, well that's life. At
least we have had these few moments, which I will treasure for ever." he said a
small tear formed in the corner of his eyes.
I leaned over and kissed him.
"Yes, I guess as slaves we have to treasure the few moments we do get. Making
the most of them so they do last forever. If we had been free we would
probably just mouth a few bullshit words then go on our way and never think of
each other again." I said.
"Well," he said, "time for me to get on with the jobs at hand."
He rolled off the bed and stood up.
"Would you like a shower" he asked.
"Would I. Oh yeah, I'd suck a mean cock for a shower." I answered with a grin.
"Someone just might take you up on that offer." he said.
"Now you will have to do everything slowly. Your legs are going to be weak and
there may even be some muscle pain. When you first get up you may feel dizzy.
We will take it slowly and you will be ok." he informed me.
"Alright, your the doctor....well the nurse, then." I quickly added with a
giggle, when he looked up at me.
It took three tries for me to get up onto my feet and stay there. My head
began to swirl around the first two times and I had to sit right back down.
The third time there was still a bit of swirling, but not that bad and I could
handle it.
Walking however was another matter entirely. My legs were very weak and the
muscles protested every step to the shower. Allen entered the shower with me
and once under the hot water, he used the hand held shower head to massage my
leg muscles, with the water as hot as I could stand.
Then he gave me a good rub down with soap and a good rinse. By then I was
feeling pretty good so insisted that I soap him down, which I did in spite of
the leg pain. Unfortunately by the time we were finished showering I was very
tired and sore. Allen had to get me back to the bed. The blow job would have
to wait.
While we were in the shower someone had come in and changed the bedding. Allen
helped me back into the bed and I lay back. I was tired, but felt good.
Nothing like good sex and a hot shower to revive sagging spirits.
"Have a nap, Harold. Charlie and Ed won't be here for another couple of hours.
I will wake you in plenty of time and you can have a snack." he said.
"But aren't you going off duty?" I asked.
"Usually I do, but I am going to stay on until Charlie and Ed have talked with
you. I don't have the heart to put you back in bondage." he said with a smile.
"Don't worry about me, we have a cot in the nurses station and I grabbed a few
winks during the night and will grab a couple more now. You just rest and I'll
see you after." he said fussing like a mother hen.
"Ok, thanks." I replied closing my eyes.
In a matter of seconds I was sound asleep, no nightmares this time, just good
solid sleep.
When I awoke I could tell from the way the light entered the window that it was
getting close to noon. I must have slept for a good three or four hours. The
door opened and Allen entered. He was carrying a small tray.
"Well old sleepy head is finally awake. If you hadn't been I was going to
wake you. It is ten thirty and Charlie will be down to see you at eleven.
Brought you a small snack." he said as he placed the small tray on the roll
table and pushed it to the bed.
He went to the end of the bed and cranked up the front half for me.
"How are you feeling now, Harold?" he asked.
"Much, much better, thanks Allen, I appreciate all this attention." I said
softly.
"Ah, no problem, just get better, that will make me very happy." he said
smiling.
He lifted the lid off the tray revealing a quarter of an egg salad sandwich and
a very small glass of milk. Well it was a snack, not much of a snack, but a
snack which I proceeded to wolf down.
"Easy there Harold, you will make yourself sick." he said in concern.
"Well that's better then starving to death." I answered.
"Man am I ever hungry. Can't I have something else, I really need something
more than this." I begged.
"Nope, that's it, however, you will get a nice salad for lunch along with a bowl
of chicken noodle soup. You should find that more filling." he answered with a
smile.
"Yuck. I hate chicken noodle soup. Tastes more like chicken piss then chicken
soup." I complained.
"Oh and when did you last taste chicken piss?" he asked with a sardonic grin.
I looked at him with a stunned look on my face. I had not been expecting him
to respond like that.
"I can just see you now, Harold. Walking around the farm yard picking up the
chickens and holding them over your head to let them piss in your mouth. My,
my, my, what a picture." he said with a big grin.
"Your crazy, ya know that." I replied and began to laugh.
I laughed so hard my insides were beginning to hurt.
After calming down he brought me a bed pan. He didn't think I should try the
walk to the toilet just yet. The walk and standing in the shower had been
enough until later today.
Once that was all looked after he pulled up a chair and sat beside me.
"Harold I am going to have to go off duty. I really don't want to put you back
into those fucking restraints. Your not going to cause any problems are you?"
he asked in all seriousness.
"No, I'll be good now. I honestly believed that Charlie had done all this and
it really pissed me off. I had a chance last night to really think things
through. I won't cause any problems, placid Harold is back." I promised.
"Good. I don't want to be sold to one of them rich Arabs minus my nuts."
"Don't worry, you are safe." I assured him.
"I'll be back on duty tonight. I will see you then, ok?"
"Yes, I'll be looking forward to your return." I replied.
He leaned over, gave me a kiss then said good bye. I watched as he left the
room, I would miss him during the rest of the day.
Charlie and Ed arrived about an hour later. My heart skipped a beat when they
entered the room, Pat was with them. He came straight to the bed, bent over
and gave me a kiss. All my worries and fears vanished with that kiss. Let
Charlie do his worst, it wouldn't bother me at all, Pat still loved me.
"Are you feeling better now, Harold?" Charlie asked gently, a big difference
from how he had reacted the other times he had been in.
"Much better thank you, Sir." I replied.
"I guess you have had a pretty rough go of it, huh?"
"Yes, Sir. I would rather you hang me or shoot me then have to go through
anything like that again." I replied, looking him square in the eye.
"You won't be put through it again, Harold. It was all a big fucking mistake.
The guys that played that fucking trick will never do it again. I am selling
them to the Arabs." he almost apologized.
"But Sir, the Arabs will castrate them. Is it really necessary? Isn't there
some other punishment, less drastic?" I asked, hoping he would change his mind.
"Harold this is a huge organization. The only thing that holds it all together
is discipline. When a slave or even a Master does anything that jeopardizes
the organization the punishment must be severe to serve as a warning to others.
I don't much like having them castrated, two of them are very dear to me, but it
will happen because it must." he said sadly.
"Master Ed has brought a tape machine, we want you to tell us everything that
happened from the moment you awoke in the lounge and found Mr. Sebastion waiting
for you. This is very important Harold, give us as much detail as possible.
Describe everyone you can remember as well as you can. The information you
provide may save one or two of those guys from being sold. If it is possible
to save a couple of them we will." he advised.
Master Ed brought the small tape player up and placed it on the bed next to me.
He clipped a small microphone to the pillow next to my head. After conducting
a voice check to make sure it was picking up ok, I began to explain what had
happened.
I described everything that happened in as exact detail as I could remember,
even down to the fact that the lad that opened the door looked like Pete, but
the voice was different. I described each of the six Masters as best I could,
but it had all happened so quickly.
When I was finished Master Ed took the tape player and left the room.
"Harold, I am very sorry all this happened. I was so angry with you for
laughing at me that I could not see reason. It was only when I was informed
about how sick you had become that my anger finally abated."
"Harold, you have got to understand that I am the Master, your laughing at me
made me look bad in the eyes of the other Master's and slaves, that I can not
allow. You must learn to treat me with respect at all times, you don't have to
like me, you just have to respect me. I had to punish you, I did not know the
dungeon was so cold and that you did not have a bed and blankets. I should
have checked on you myself."
"If you are well enough we will head home tomorrow."
"Your taking me back home?" I asked in surprise.
"Damned right. Your being sent here was a fucking mistake. A driver had
arrived to pick up a crate. Jake was not in the shipping department when he
arrived. He asked one of the guys for the crate he was supposed to pick up.
Your crate was sitting there so they assumed it was the one and he took it." he
explained.
"When the truck from Master Giovanni arrived to pick up your crate, it was gone.
Jake nearly had a fit. It took over two hours to find out what had happened.
By that time you were well on your way to the farm."
A mistake! Well why the hell did Master Ed tell me it had been planned, I
wondered.
"I called Master Ed to let him know the crate was coming and that it was a
mistake. He talked me into letting you think that I had sent you. We
thought maybe it would be a good lesson for you. I should have known better,
you are still much too sensitive to visit a place like this. Then those silly
bastards had to go and play that fucking trick." I could see anger build up at
that thought.
"We now have five men injured and almost lost the most important one. Harold,
Pat has probably already mentioned that he suspects I have plans for you, is
that true?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, he did mention that some weeks back ." I replied.
"Well I am not prepared at this time to tell you or anyone what those plans are.
Suffice to say I want you to understand the system we live under, this
Master/Slave system. It is imperative to my plans that you understand it,
accept it and begin to believe that it is a good system." he explained in a
fatherly way.
"So yes, you are going home with us. Master Giovanni is still waiting for your
visit." he said with a smile, turned and left the room.
I was stunned. I lay there with my mouth open, watching him go. The door was
just closing when I finally got my act together.
"Wait a minute." I yelled. "I don't want to go visiting Master Giovanni."
He pushed the door back open and stuck his head in.
"I know." he said and began to laugh as the door closed and he was gone.
"Sonofabitch!" I exclaimed.
Pat was still beside me, holding my hand. He broke out into laughter.
"This ain't funny, Pat." I admonished.
"Oh yes it is, Harold. I see something that you don't." he said.
"Oh, and what is that?" I asked a bit annoyed.
"The look on your face." he said between bails of laughter.
His laugh was infectious and soon I was laughing as well. We were still
laughing when the day nurse arrived with my lunch.
Pat gave me a kiss and said he would see me later. He wanted me to relax and
sleep as much as possible. I had to build my strength back up.
"How the hell am I going to build my strength on the piddling amount of shitty
food they have been forcing me to eat?" I complained.
"It is for your own good, Harold. I have taken over as your doctor and I
approved all the menu's from now till tomorrow. So eat. We have to feed you
small amounts at a time. By breakfast tomorrow you should be able to tolerate
a full meal. Until then you eat what we tell you, and no arguments." he
ordered.
"Yes, doctor Pat, Sir. Your patient will obey." I giggled.
"That's the spirit, talk with you later." he gave me another quick kiss and
left.
My lunch was exactly what Allen said it would be, a salad and a bowl of chicken
noodle soup. The salad was good, the whole two mouthfuls, the soup, I gagged
down.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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