Matching Set Part 3

Author: WhitesockFreak
Title: Matching Set (Part 3)
Date: 03 November 2011

Gustin stood in the middle of a room, with his hands cuffed behind him. Much like the room Jason was in, this was 10 X 10 with all mirrors, so Gustin could see his reflection. Exhaustion and fatigue had Gustin struggling to maintain his awareness and balance. Around his neck was a similar shock collar device, but his had a wire running from his collar to the ceiling, where it was plugged into a receptor. The wire had very little slack and when Gustin was first introduced to the collar he learnt quickly how important it was for the wire to remain plugged into the ceiling. If that plug were to be pulled out of the socket, the collar would activate a series of unending painful shocks until someone came in and plugged it back in.

Before their captor left the room he had cautioned him the shadows were plugged in for the night and no one would be coming back in to check on Gustin until morning, so it was to his best interest for the wire to remain plugged in. Consequently the length of the wire would not allow Gustin the opportunity to kneel, or sit or lay down and sleep. Already having gone over 24 hours without sleep, Gustin was in for a long night with the freedom to move around but not more than a step or two before the wire would pop out.

“If tomorrow morning I find you still standing then I will determine the best use for you in my organization.” the captor said. “If I find you thriving on the floor in a shocked hysteria, then you will be transformed into one of my shadows. The choice is yours Gustin”

The captor left the room and the lights went out. Leaving Gustin standing alone in the dark silence. His sobs could be heard as the Master walked away.

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Jason's body ached for sleep. His feet throbbed and his knees kept weakening as he tried to find a way to relax and get comfortable. After his captor had left Jason struggled with his collar and focused on remaining totally vocal silent. It had now been at least a couple hours since he accidentally cleared his throat or moaned and set off the 30 seconds of sheer hell his collar would give him. Once the collar started attacking Jason had to focus hard on not reacting to the pain with any vocal sounds, or the shocks would last longer than 30 seconds.

Unable to even imagine how many hours have gone by, Jason is hungry and sore, and when not thinking about being silent, he begins to think about how scared he is. He begins to wonder if the boating accident scenario is enough to prevent anyone from looking for them. The more he weighs in on the situation, the more he realizes how solid the story works out and how doomed he is unless he can figure a way to find Gustin and get out of here. The more he tried to think about it, the more he realized how much he needed sleep and desired to just be able to lay down.

At some point in Jason's foggy suffering, his captor entered and was standing in front of him. “How is my new property adjusting to silence?” he said

Jason's eye focused on him and showed a mixture of resentment and pleading. He knew better than to speak now and all he could do was plead with his eyes and do as he was told. With any luck he will get out of this cage and at least be allowed to lay down and sleep on the cold floor.

“Put your hands back through the openings!”

Jason glanced down and saw the two openings in front of him. All around him he could have reached through the bars, but these openings once again were specially placed on each side of the front door to the cage and approximately waist level. Jason pushed his hands through the space just large enough for his fists. The man pulled his right fist further out and with a key activated something on his wrist that caused all of the pin holes to glow red all around the wrist cuff. The same was done to the left hand as well. Looking through the bars at his wrists all lit up, Jason could not figure what was going to happen.

The man was now holding his hands and staring him in the face. “I told you I was going to control your thoughts and focus. And you must already realize how much focus it takes to remain silent.” Jason figured whatever was about to happen was going to be bad.

“I am going to let go of your hands but you will keep them out here until I tell you otherwise.” The captor started to walk counter clockwise around the cage pausing briefly on the left and activating a switch, Jason noticed the opening where his left arm was reaching through was now glowing red on the inside, creating a laser red band around his arm. When his Captor made it around to the other side he activated the right side, but this time Jason jumped a bit as his right arm had been resting on the metal inside the opening and he felt a brief burning zap to his skin.

“I am sure you would like to be allowed a sleep break, but first you need to earn it by showing me you are willing to focus on your training and conditioning. Remember, your thoughts must be focused on obeying simple commands.”

Jason's eyes were pleading now and trying to beg for rest and show his willingness to do what it takes to earn a sleep break. The man was now reaching through the bars and gently touching his face and softly running his hand through Jason's blond hair. Jason tried to remain calm but he followed his instinct and pulled away. His right hand pulled through the bars to defend his own body but as soon as his wrist cuff met the red glow in the opening, his wrists and collar started a violent assault on his neck and wrists and this time the shocks were intense. Jason began thrashing in the cage, whimpering himself to silence and clawing at his collar and wrists. He tried to count the thirty seconds as he felt his head was going to explode, but it seemed like longer than 30 seconds. Jason grabbed at the bars in front of him and gritted his teeth as he tried to focus pleadingly at his Captor. He could not figure out why he was still being shocked.

The man just stood back and watched him suffer, with a slight grin on his face. He suddenly glanced down at Jason's wrists and nodded in the direction of the wrist openings. Jason quickly put his arms back through and his Captor held up a finger at first signaling a moment and then turning it to a “Shh” signal in front of his mouth. After 30 seconds the shocks abruptly stopped leaving Jason further exhausted, weakened and panting to catch his breath.

“I believe you have it figured out now!” the man said as he re approached him. “I am your owner now and you better start figuring that out quickly. I can and will be touching you whenever and however I decide.” he continued as he reached back through the bars and once again touched Jason's face. Running his finger over Jason's soft lips and holding his chin firmly to maintain Jason's gaze and focus.

“You will now have another session to further your training and then after you complete three hours you will be given a sleep break.” With that said the man turned and approached the wall in front of Jason. A remote in his hand activated a digital clock with 180:00 (three hours) reflecting.

“This clock will give you and idea of your progress, and once it turns to all zeros I will be notified and will come and allow you your sleep break” The owner now started to approach slowly and held Jason's full attention. “You have probably figured out that in addition to remaining silent, you are now required to hold your arms outside of this cage without touching the edges or pulling them back inside. I believe you are now familiar with the consequences of defying these requirements and settings... but here is the key to this process. Every time you touch the sides of the opening, the clock will reset back to 180.00 and the three hours will begin again. If the clock resets more than twice, then on the third time, your cuffs and collars will activate for a full minute each on each additional resetting over two.”

Jason began to panic, already he could feel the pressure in his arms from holding them still and avoiding contact with the cage. How would he manage three hours?

“It will be in your best interest now to begin clearing your head of any outside thoughts that can distract you from focusing on your settings. This task will not be terminated until three hours have been achieved with no violations.”

The owner dimmed the lights and turned slowly walking out of the room. Jason watched him and held back his anger as he knew he had to focus for his own comfort and his own sanity, he had to not think about his anger and focus on the clock and holding his arms still.

The clock began to count backwards and Jason began to count with it. He could not risk any thoughts that would let his mind wander and lose focus. He had to earn his sleep break and he had to pass this task as quickly as possible.

After a few minutes, his mind did begin to wander to his concern for his brother and as soon as he began thinking about him, his arm touched the side of the opening and the clock reset. This would not be the last time this happens and Jason's long hours of suffering were continuing on.

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The man slowly walked down the corridor stopping to check in on his shadows. Opening the door to the facility, the room was dark but there were red glows coming from both sides. Each of his servants had been put down for the night in their respective storage units. All five of them lay in separate coffin sided clear containers with metal strips placed around the inside of the units. Each shadow lay completely still with nothing restraining them but the red beams passing above them. They had been conditioned to lay flat on their backs and not to move when they are stored away. Any interruption of the lasers would activate their collars as well as the devices locked onto their genitals.

Walking around the room the man could see they were all awake. Their eyes followed him with the utmost respect and obedience as he made his rounds. Each of them were connected to tubes that were attached to the adapter where their mouths used to be. These tubes were feeding them as well as providing an intake for fluids being delivered from the Master's residence above them.

The Master was not needing their services so they would most likely remain in storage until required. Often kept in storage for days at a time, they no longer questioned their requirements nor had any of them set off their punishment collars in months.

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Back in the corridor the Man approached the room he had left Gustin in last evening. It had been over eight hours since he shut the lights and left Gustin in the dark in peril. He knew no one would be able to maintain the situation he was left in, and he was looking forward to transforming him into a new shadow to complete his set of six. As with each of the previous five acquisitions, he would find Gustin unconscious and squirming on the floor after hours of numbing shocks intended to torture but not kill the victim. Finding them unconscious was a benefit because they would remain that way until they awoke from altering surgery and weeks of sedation to find their new bodies and new adjustments.

The man passed the gurney outside Gustin's door and listened for any noise coming from inside the darkened room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Reaching the switch he turned on the lights and there standing before him with the wire still securely plugged in was Gustin, awake and defiant staring right at his captor.

Gustin had fought all night long and somehow managed to remain standing in the darkness. His lips were dry and his eyes were bloodshot. His brown hair was damp from sweat that was also glistening on his torso. His hands still securely cuffed behind him he maintained his balance.

The man was stunned into surprise “Well I must admit I was not expecting this!”

“Please Sir!' came a very hoarse voice from Gustin's dry lips. “Please do not turn me into a shadow Sir!” he said as he started to sob and tears filled his eyes. “I will do whatever you ask me to do Sir!”

The man stood there in disbelief for a moment. Standing in front of him was a beautiful sight of a desperate, scared beautiful body that used to be free and have a mind of it's own, now begging for mercy and what was most intriguing was Gustin's grasp of respect by calling the man “Sir”.

“Anything?” asked the man, as he approached his victim.

“Yes Sir!” Gustin responded in a weak voice. “Anything you want Sir, please just do not kill us or turn me into one of your shadow men.”

The man reached out and touched Gustin gently on the side of his face. Gustin held his gaze into the Man's eyes sincerely pleading for his mercy. The man moved his hands around Gustin's sweaty torso and then cupped Gustin's face in his hands. “Kiss me!”