ninja 4

Author: catdude
Title: ninja 4
Date: 16 February 2009

Regular Saturday night at home, back from the gym a hour ago, I had stripped off down to my tight little gym shorts, my shaved chest was flat I had taken off my sneakers and placed them neatly beside the door, collecting my shirt with ‘property of Jason’ on the back I walked into the bathroom and gathered up the other small pile of clothes waiting there, a small set of shorts like the ones I still had on and a black shirt identical to mine except across the back of it was the word ‘Jason’ I tipped everything into the washing machine in the laundry and walked back into the bathroom. Beside the shower was a small square rubber mat, I knelt down on this and waited. Shortly Jason walked into the bathroom, he was naked and still had a fine sheen of sweat over his body, which was perfect, massive defined legs led up to two perfect half globes of flesh to make his ass, a impossibly teeny waist and then a perfect rising triangle of muscle fished the upper torso. He walked over to the toilet and held onto his massive cock and directed a steam of piss into the toilet, I could tell when he was coming close to finishing his piss since he grabbed a glass positioned on top of the toilet and started to pee into it instead, he timed it perfectly, his steam died down just as the rich amber liquid came to the top of the glass, a light froth of bubbles on top. He walked towards the shower and placed the glass on the sink near where I was kneeling, I ignored it. He stepped into the shower and adjusted the twin showerheads till he had a angle and temperature that suited him. He turned his head slightly, ‘ok kiddo get to it.’ I stood up off my mat and stepped into the shower, the water making the teeny sorts cling to my upper thighs, these days they bulged out, a result of hours on treadmills. I grabbed a sponge and some body wash and squirted a generous amount onto the sponge, I moved behind Jason and knelt down, his two perfect ass cheeks right in front of my head. I ignored them and concentrated on sponging Jason’s legs, I moved my way up slowly and carefully washing as I did, the water rinsing away the soap after I had done. Soon I was standing and sponging down his back, Jason stood with his hands behind his head, he was trembling ever so slightly, I smiled to myself, I moved the sponge gently across his back and gave it a slight squeeze as I did, a little trickle of soap and water ran down the perfect straight indent of his spine and between his ass cheek, he twitched slightly at this, I grinned wider and slowly ran the sponge down his sides and carefully ran it in a circular motion on his hip, careful to stay exactly halfway between his ass and groin. I heard him breath deeper and tensed myself, any second now. I still yelped in surprise as in one smooth motion he turned and swept my legs out from under me I stared to fall and but before I could throw my arms out in response iron hard arms wrapped around me and suddenly I was gently rested on a bent knee, he grinned down at me, ‘every time, one of these days I will win make no mistake punk’ his smile showed that he didn’t mind loosing this competition to and he gently lowered his mouth over mine and kissed me hungrily. It had taken me a while to learn the best way to stimulate him without touching sexual areas but I had it down pat. If I lost it would be straight to bed, no fun no chill time. However I very rarely lost. Jason growled in mock annoyance and stood, in one fluid movement righting me on my feet and turned and placed his hands behind his head again. His massive strength still scared me a little but he seemed to know it, and the only time he overpowered me was when he was being sexual.
As he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist he nodded to the glass on the sink, ‘clean up then drink up little dude.’ I sighed to myself as I finally peeled off the wet clinging shorts, as hot as he was the same line every night got a little old. But nevertheless I quickly soaped myself over and hopped out of the shower before the glass of piss got to cold. I picked up the glass and quickly chugged as much as I could in one go, when I stopped to breath the taste hit me fully, and I shook my head. Jason’s piss was strong, he drank a fair bit of water but the taste was still something I doubted I would ever come to enjoy. I rinsed the glass out and placed it back in its place on top of the toilet.
When I entered the lounge room wearing nothing but my chastity devise. Jason was sitting on the couch reading, he was just wearing a pair of tight denim shorts, as my eyes traced the outline of his cock under them my trapped cock gave a feeble twitch in its prison. Beside Jason’s feet where his pair of work boots, as well as my boot polish kit. I sat on the floor near his crossed ankles and picked up one of the boots and began to polish it. There was no other noises in the apartment apart from the sound of my brush and then cloth on his boots and him occasionally turning the pages of his book. When his phone suddenly gave a load beep I must have jumped nearly half a meter in the air, he chuckled and gave me a nudge with his foot and then read the message on his phone. My heart sank, there was usually only one reason for a message this late in the night, a mission. Jason had only been back a week, the thought of going back to my sterile remote controlled routine so soon made me shiver in dread. Then Jason flashed me a smile and my heart leapt in my chest. He closed his book and stretched. “Well little buddy looks like the academy has use for you, you know what to do.” I leapt up and raced into the gear room, if I was needed for a mission then that meant one thing, I would get to cum! As much as the academy approved of Jason keeping me on a short leash and thus insuring I couldn’t compromise them in any way, I would need a clear head if I was working and that meant I needed to be relieved of my pent up frustration. It had been a month and a half since my last mission and a month of that Jason had been away so I was REALLY ready to cum. I went to the variouse cupboards and shelves and grabbed the gear I needed. I piled it on a table near the entrance and stood with my hands behind my head. Soon Jason walked in, he was wearing leather BDU pants like the ones I had gotten after my second mission, he was smiling and tossing the sacred allan key in his hands, I groaned with anticipation and horniness. He tapped the ceramic coverings of my prison and I groaned even louder. He inserted the key and started to undo the nuts holding the front cover on, sometimes he did this just to get at my balls so he could stretch them and abuse them. That was probably the worst since my cock was so close to freedom. Once the cup was free I felt cool air swirl around my testicles and immediately my cock strained in its ceramic curve. Sloooooowly teasingly Jason pulled the curve off and I gasped as my cock sprang up free. I was always scared that after so long locked up I would not be able to get hard but that never seemed to be the case. My cock throbbed painfully erect and I resisted the temptation to reach down, Jason would easily stop me and it would only make certain parts of what was coming worse. Jason finished removing the crotch plate and my ball stretcher and stepped back. He nodded to me to continue. I picked up a rubber catsuit, I had lubed it up before he came in and carefully slipped my foot into one of the leg holes, once I had both legs in I pulled the suit up to about my waist and then bent down and smoothed the rubber over my legs. I then stood and put my hands behind my head again, while I had been smoothing over the rubber Jason had picked up a pair of rubbed gloves and pulled them on. The gloves where very tight but also very thick rubber, he carefully reach down the font of my catsuit to the built in sheath, he used the gloves to stretch the opening to the sheath, it was tight at the base like a cock ring and carefully slipped it over my cock and balls and then waited a few seconds till my cock engorged even more and then smoothed the rubber over it carefully. I shuddered with pleasure the inside of the sheath was coated with little bumps that felt great against my cock. This was also slightly frustrating, since the day he had locked me in my belt, there had been no human contact on my cock since then, I had cum, but since that day human contact had been denied me. the effect was amazing, it was a deep craving in me that even multiple organisms couldn’t fix. The worst part was that deep down I knew what was being done to me, I was being conditioned to look forward to missions, I was being satisfied but denied at the same time, taught that even though I was getting what I wanted I wasn’t getting it all, I was being conditioned to want Jason around, to crave his presence. The worst thing was it was all working. I was half daydreaming remembering the goodbye emails and txt’s I had sent all those many months ago, my thoughts where rudely interrupted by Jason pushing the back sheath of the suit into me, I relaxed my ass muscles as he pushed the sheath into me, I had lubed my ass up and made sure there was plenty on the sheath on the inside of the suit so the intrusion was not unpleasant, Jason’s finger moved over my prostate and my cock twitched in response. Once the sheath was fully in me Jason told me to clench and then carefully pulled his finger out leaving the sheath inside me. once this was done he stepped back and nodded for me to continue, I pushed my arms down into the sleeves of the suit and then Jason moved behind me and pulled the suit up over my shoulders for me. He pulled the zip on the back of the suit up, and I felt the suit tighten over me and envelope me in its rubbery hug. Jason stayed behind me for a little while running his hands over my rubber clad body and gently chewing on my neck. I groaned in horniness and he chuckled, he then picked a gag up of the table and held it up to my mouth, I obediently opened my mouth and the pushed it in, the gag was designed just for me, I had no idea how they managed to get their hands on a dental mould and I didn’t even want to begin speculating. The gag fit comfortably in my mouth but at the same time filled it completely. Jason then pulled a thick rubber hood over my head and all light disappeared. I knew what was coming next and obediently held my arms out in front of me, I felt more thick rubber slide over them and then I felt Jason behind me tugging the jacket on tight, he zipped up the back and did up the straps tightly, listening to me grunt as he tugged firmly on each strap, he tapped my arms and I obediently crossed them over the front of my chest, I felt the sleeves being tugged and I was forced to hug myself tightly as Jason tugged the straps on the straight jacket unmercifully tight. Once he had finished at the back he moved to the front and I felt straps being pulled tight over the front of my crossed arms. I was well and truly trapped, and not to mention starting to sweat a fair bit in the heavy layers. Jason pushed me gently backwards. It was now that I got to find out what sort of mood he was in, I ran over the past week in my mind, I had been good and he had seemed happy when he got home and saw the reports from my actions during his absence. I felt something begin to press against my ass and I relaxed my arse and the dildo slowly started to slide into me, I breathed deep and even and shuffled back slowly, Jason’s hand was on my chest pushing but it was merely enough pressure to let me know he wanted to keep moving backwards onto the dildo. I gasped as the ridges moved over my sphictor and into my ass, the dildo was a reasonable size but not massive, I knew from past experience however that when this was all over I would feel like I was pooping a watermelon.
Finally the pressure on my chest eased and I stopped, a few seconds later I felt a tug on my collar and my head was pulled back a little, I knew that I was being chained to the wall by the collar built into the wall. I shifted my legs slightly trying to get used to the intruding presence in my ass, the feet of the catsuit where already starting to fill with sweat, and I had to be careful to keep my movement small and slow. Soon I felt the part I had been holding out for, a firm pressure just around the tip of my penis and then continuing down about halfway, I shuddered in pleasure at the stimulation on my cock. Jason clapped me on the shoulder, ‘ok kiddo, 2 hours starting now’ I grunted and thrust my hips forward, he had shown me a picture he had taken once so I was able to vizulive what I looked like, a bracket that stuck out from the wall with the dildo mounted on the end, a chain running from the wall to the collar on the heavy rubber straightjacket. And then a tripod holding one of those simulated anus toys was positioned on my cock, I had to hump the toy on the tripod and then in the process fucking myself on the dildo, I grunted in my mask and increased the tempo, the waves of pleasure coming from the stimulation of my cock and ass, after such a long period of time it wasn’t long until the pressure started to build and build until….
Sitting in the main room Jason smiled as he heard the muffled screams of pleasure from the other room, the first one never took long, the grunting would start again soon as Ben’s horniness got the better of him. After about the third load the muffled yells of ecstasy would be followed by pitiful moans and half subs as both his cock and ass where over stimulated. But after a brief interval the sobbing and moaning would once again turn into grunting. He had managed 10 last time, Jason wondered if he would break that record this time.
The limo pulled up out the front of the hotel, it was difficult to get a look at the man who got out as he was shielded on all side by beefy security guards. As he walked towards the hotel his aide leaned in close and murmured, ‘that item you requested has been delivered to the hotel, should I have it brought up?’ the man gave a nod seeming not to care, though his fists and jaw clenched slightly indicating a deeper emotional response. He motioned for the aide to lean in again and replied, ‘stop whoever they send to deliver it on the first floor and choose another staff member at random to bring it to me.’ the aide did not seem confused by this request, he was well aware that his boss was constantly under threat from people who would love to get some information on him that they could use as leverage for their own agenda.
The lift doors opened and a cleaner looked a little confused as she pushed the trolley forward, she had been grabbed by one of the men in the VIP guests entourage and told she was to deliver this crate to his room while the man then turned and told the bellhop he was to return downstairs, the bellhop had been tipped anyway so he didn’t care. The cleaner seemed a little nervous as he pushed the crate into the room, the large security guards on either side of the door paid him little attention as he pushed the trolley with the large crate on it into the VIP suite. The young cleaner wiped sweating palms on his coveralls and licked his lips nervously, he stood in the middle of the room fidgeting and looking at the crate on the trolley, it was a large square metal box. The top was padlocked securely, the whole box seemed to give off a sinister air, large rivets ran up the side and metal bands ran around it at regular intervals, clearly this box contained something very important. The cleaner took a deep breath to calm himself yet he still jumped slightly as the aide entered the room and motioned for him to walk into another room with him, two guards followed close behind him and closed the door behind them. In a few moments the aide opened the door again and walked out alone, he pushed the trolley from the living room into the main bedroom where his boss waited. The gentleman had not even loosened his tie, he stood firm and gave off an air of confidence he glanced over at his aide and raised a questioning eyebrow. The aide nodded to him, ‘I swopped staff members like you said, I substituted one of the cleaning staff who was on the first floor, however the security staff noticed a few problems with his background check they did on the way up, they are just having a little chat to him in the other room now.’ His boss nodded and motioned that the aide was free to leave and the man left the room. The gentleman crossed to the box on the trolley, he examined it for a while and a faint smile appeared on his lips, he bent across the top and examined the locks, each was large and very thick, both where designed with curved shields on the top and the key hole was recessed and at a slight angle, picking it with conventional picks would be difficult due to this odd design and the shielding at the top would make it impossible to cut the locks with normal bolt cutters. The man smiled and pulled a odd curved key out his pocket, he and one other person had the key’s to this lock, and the other person had a considerable amount of taxation fraud that was being suppressed for as long as they made sure that no one ever connected the contents of these crates to the gentleman. Although the gentleman appeared poised and totally in control there was a slight gleam of something in his eyes and his fingers trembled minutely as he reached across and unlocked the chest. He peered down into the crate and grinned.
In the other room the young cleaner was not smiling, he was sweating badly as the aide looked through a folder in his hands, the cleaner turned his head right and left slightly looking at the huge muscled guards standing either side of him, their coats contained bulges underneath to suggest guns, the young man was obviously in a lot of trouble this time, he was not sure if he would be able to talk himself out of it this time. Suddenly the aide stood up and nodded to the guards, he turned to the cleaner, ‘I apologise, we found some details it seems you withheld from your employee, however I don’t see it effecting us in any way, I apologise again.’ He slipped a hundred dollar note into the hand of the stunned cleaner and the guards showed him out then they themselves waited outside until they where asked back in. The aide walked to a couch and picked up a magazine, it would figure that he would choose a staff member at random and that person would have a criminal record he was hiding from his employer.
In the bedroom the gentleman looked down at the restrained man in the box, his ankles and wrists where secured in stocks welded to the bottom of the crate, the wrist restraints where placed closely to the ankle ones, this meant he was crouched over in the box, his ass was sticking up and his head was bent back towards his chest with his shoulders pressing against the side of the box, he could neither straighten out or kneel, the position would be very uncomfortable and the inside of the sealed box would heat up quickly with the body heat of its prisoner. The gentleman smiled, he had designed the box to be uncomfortable. He reached in and turned the valve on a small airtank attached to the wall of the crate. The box was sealed tightly so it was essential to have extra oxygen for the person inside to be able to breath. He slowly unscrewed a hose running from the tank to the gasmask the prisoner in the box wore. Knowing that they would not be receiving air while he unscrewed the hose gave him a perverse pleasure. Soon he was done and he heard a deep but even breath drawn in through the tube once it was free of the tank and the occupant of the crate could once again breath.
The gentleman stood and looked down at his toy for a while, encased from head to toe in rubber the box’s occupant did not look human, the zips where all sealed with glue and soldered shut, there was no way anyone in the suit would be able to take it off, they would have to be cut out of the suit. The gentleman pressed a small button on the side of the box and the stocks opened, releasing the prisoners wrists and ankles, but the man inside the suit did not stand. The gentleman smiled, he liked obedience and disliked having to discipline disobedient slaves. ‘stand’ he ordered in a firm voice however is was not a loud command, yet the slave in the box instantly stood and placed his hands behind his head. The gentleman pressed another switch and powerful magnetic plates that had been holding one side of the box up released, the side fell down to the floor of the carpet having been the side placed right on the edge of the trolley. Forming a ramp for the slave to walk down, yet again the slave remained motionless. The gentleman crossed to an armchair and settled himself in it. He then motioned for the slave to approach the slave crossed the room, limping slightly as he worked some of the stiffness out of his legs, the gentleman frowned slightly at this but it was something he had to put up with, one time a slave had simply collapsed once he stepped out of the box, the whole evening had been ruined for the gentleman and he had left the slave to be disciplined by his aide who shared his fetish and for that reason was the only other person beside the owner of the escort service (who they had all the tax fraud blackmail material on) he used who knew who was using the services of these lads. From a discrete donation made to a local hospital he gathered that his aide must have beaten the lad rather severely, of course the escort service owner had not been stupid enough to comment.
The slave arrived in front of him and stood once again with his hands behind his head, the gentleman motioned for him to kneel and he did so, the gentleman leant forwards and tugged the gasmask off the slaves head. Underneath was a thick hood, unlike most fetish masks, the face had no indication of facial features like lips or eyeholes, although the gentleman knew that lenses where over the eyes, designed to slightly blur the vision of the occupant, so that he would remain unrecognizable, he knew this would probably give the person wearing it a terrible headache, and again was designed to do just that. He stretched out a foot, and looked directly at the blank mannequin like face with the lenses and breathing holes cleverly concealed and spoke clearly, ‘remove my shoes and then unlace them and polish them’ he then sat back, the slave would still have to strain slightly to hear him but at least he would not have to raise his voice, he had asked the mask to be modified so the rubber was thinner over the ears after he had to raise his voice a few times to make his instructions heard. He sat back and picked up the paper next to him, his entire demeanour was outwardly calm and controlled, but again a slight tremor in his hands betrayed his underlying lust. He tried to concentrate on the paper, but his eyes kept skimming over the same words without taking them in, his mind kept throwing up the image of the slaves rubber covered butt as it was thrust in the air in the box, the thought of taking his cock and slipping it deep into that shiny black tight rubbery ass. He felt his cock start to stir in his pants and cursed himself, he was not going to be weak, he would gain control of his emotions and become strong, he willed the lustful thoughts out of his head and felt his cock start to settle. He thrust the paper aside and looked down, the slave had finished polishing and was slowly relacing the shoes, he was doing it mostly by touch due to the blurred lenses in the hood. Once the shoes where both laced the slave kneeled back up and placed his hands behind his head. The gentleman examined him as he knelt beside the shoes. His black rubber covered body and the mannequin like face that was completely void of any features denoting humanity, again he felt his cock stir at the way the rubber hugged the slaves raised pecs, he felt disgust with himself but at the same time lust surged through him making his hands tremble and his breath turn ragged. He abruptly stood and marched over to the bed and stood before it, ‘slave, attend to me.’ the slave immediately stood and walked over, the gentleman held out his arms and the slave moved up and slipped the gentleman’s jacket off, he laid it neatly on the bed and then returned and gently removed the gentleman’s tie, a seemingly innocent hand laid on the gentleman’s shoulder for just a few seconds, a gentle touch as the salve removed the shirt, a finger that slipped a little further down the waist band while his pants where being removed. Each one ran like electricity through the gentleman’s body trying to make his treacherous cock betray him. Once all his clothes where laid neatly on the bed the gentleman walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower and the slave followed him in. As the slave holds gently sponges the gentleman down, seeming oblivious to the water that runs smoothly off his black rubbery body the gentleman tries to ignore the lithe rubber form in front of him, his cock swells but does not rise and he spends the whole shower clenching his teeth as he denies himself the urges.
I concentrated on running the sponge over the guys body, and also on staying upright, I had my feet spread and was shifting as little as possible, a dull ache was forming just behind my forehead as I tried to squint through the lenses, the slippery shower floor combined with my poor eyesight was making this very tricky. However I was managing by keeping one hand firmly placed in the middle of the guys back and then moving my other hand in relation to that one. He turned suddenly and told me he was done and to towel him down, taking as deep a breath as I was able to through the two nose tubes and carefully moved out of the shower, I remembered my instructions from Jason, this dude liked obedience pure and simple so I tried to move out quickly knowing that there would be little in the way of mercy for me if I slipped or took to long. I had seen the report on the dude who had fucked up one time, 4 broken ribs, on had punctured a lung, and a broken wrist and ankle, the aide who I was going to have to deal with next liked it rough. I located the towel and carefully rubbed the guy over, Jason had told me that manipulation of the cock directly was not a good idea. The guy wanted to be turned on majorly but not actually sexually stimulated. He also didn’t want his slave to be comfortable while doing it and I was far from that, the shower had helped me work the last of the crinks out of my back from being squatted over in that box for who knows how long, the heat had been aweful, my suit was already full of sweat and then I was expected to just jump up and walk over and kneel in front of him, unlace and relace shoes when everything was so blurry I nearly had doubled vision and then stand in rubber in a shower full of steam, and all of this with a massive plug up my ass and a gag filling my mouth completely. My jaw was aching and I just wanted to rip this hood off so I could see and move my mouth and breathe properly. Breathing in as deep through my nose as I could I finished towelling him off and walked behind him at a suitable distance. Once back in the room he ordered me to select a new suit for him and dress him. I walked over to the closet, the carpet being much easier to walk on without worrying about slipping. I selected a garment bag and some undergarments, and a tie. I slowly redressed him, amazed at how the power exchange was the opposite to what I expected. You always think being dressed is a sign of weakness but when your dressing another man who is in a dominant position you’re the one who feel like your being submissive. Soon he was dressed he told me to kneel and that someone would be in to see to me shortly. I knelt and as soon as I heard the door close behind me I moved quickly knowing I wouldn’t have long, I pulled the plug out I would have gasped if I hadn’t been gagged as my ass was suddenly emptied and my sphincter that had grown accustomed to the base of the plug was again rudely stretched but its departure. The plug was actually a passive data collection devise, any wireless devises in range transmitting data would also transmit to the devise. The guy used his own cleaning crew when he was staying here and no other hotel staff where aloud past the main room, the rest of the hotel suite had signal jamming devises in it it was only in the main bedroom that this was not the case. I pulled the base off the plug, and then gave the top of the plug a twist, removing the bottom had revealed a sticky adhesive surface, I quickly lifted the dust ruffle of the bed and cursed the blurred lenses as I located a bed strut to stick the plug to. A flick of my wrist sent the base cover flying under a table in the corner, I quickly straightened up again and placed my hands behind my back, my ass felt empty but I was sure that as about to change. The absence of the plug was great, and I enjoyed the small comfort of it while I could, with batteries transmitters data storage and processors they had made the devise as small as possible but it had still be hell to fit up my pooper, particularly since my ass was still a little tender from the working it had gotten the night before when I had ridden the dildo to orgasm. I was thinking of that hellish yet fantastic night when I heard the door open and close again behind me, I tensed anticipating a blow, yet when it came it was still a shock, I felt something boot me hard in the side and I went over, I had only barley remembered to breath in through my nose when I was kicked over onto my stomach and a boot was on my neck, I tired not to breath to deeply since my ribcage was already aching, this was not going to be fun.
The aide looked down at the rubbered sub under his boot, he had changed while his boss was using the lad for that fucked up little denial routine of his, the aide wondered what the fuck was the point of paying so much money and so much risk to get a slut like this in the room if you where not going to fuck him? But that just meant that they where nice and tight for him. He was wearing 14 hole docs with nailed souls, he had gotten a cobbler to place heavy metal plates at the toes and a horseshoe on each heel, he wished he could rip off that fucked up faceless mask and watch the slaves fear as he put the boot on his throat, and make the slave lick his own blood off the tip of the boots after smashing his face with them, but the guys where sealed in the suits, plus he would get in trouble by doing something that could possibly bring attention to his employer, oh well, plenty of other ways to abuse a guy.
He knelt down and grabbed the slaves arms and twisted them around and then up his back, pushing them up hard where he knew they would hurt like hell, he heard a slight noise and smiled, the slave would have to be making a fuck load of noise for any sound to make it past that gag. He would make sure that the volume increased, substantially.
I was in hell! My shoulders where on fire, I felt like my arm was about to pop right out of its socket, two more kicks to my ribs made every breath like breathing in pure fire, another blow to my already aching ribs caused a reflex gasp in attempt to get air through my mouth. Fighting the panic of not getting air in through my mouth I concentrated on breathing through my nose, I couldn’t see anything the tears in my eyes plus the blurred lenses made vision a kaleidoscope of light, further adding to the sensation that I was in hell. I was sweating and hot and in pain, I was thinking it could not possibly get any worse when suddenly he brutally rammed something in my ass, I bit down hard on the gag, but in the back of my throat I made a keening noise of pain, I had no idea what he was doing but it felt like I was being raped by a fucking broken bottle, I was in agony, something was thrusting in and out of my ass and it felt like it was ripping me in half.
The aide smiled down at the struggling rubber figure. He was wearing his studded cock sheath, that usually got a good response from the lads he poked it in, the sheath was lined with a line of tiny pyramid shaped rubber bumps up and down the sides, he didn’t get a lot of stimulation, but that was fine, just meant he could go for longer with the lads.
The truck pulled into the warehouse, men all clad in black and wearing masks quickly walked over and opened the back, one jumped up in the back and used a key to open up the metal crate that was the sole piece of cargo. He quickly freed the rubber encased figure inside and cradled him in his arms and jumped down out of the back and walked quickly over to a nearby table and laid him out, the figure stepped back and a medic stepped forward, his rank shown by the universally recognized red cross on his arm. He used surgical scissors to quickly cut the young man out of the rubber, the figure in the rubber struggled feebly but stopped when the man who had carried him over to the table reached out and stroked his now exposed forehead. Sections of the boys ribs where already turning purple.
I woke slowly, unlike the past 6 times there was not a instant sensation of pain this time, I squinted against the harsh lights above me. I flinched as someone reached out and touched my arm and then smiled at the sight of Jason and his killer smile beside my bed, I managed a croaky ‘hey, did it work?’ he grinned back and nodded. ‘yep, basically as soon as he stuffed you back in the crate the aide then hopped on his laptop to sync his blackberry, which he is apparently only aloud to do in the ‘safety’ of the hotel and its electronic protection. We got a goldmine of info, the entire operation went well.’ He stood up from the chair he had been in and walked over to the door and I heard him call softly to someone and when he walked back into the room a muscled guy wearing a red cross on his armband came in, must be a nurse or something I thought. Jason sat back down and looked at me, ‘I got this as a reward, you where meant to have been moved a few days ago to finishing healing at the studfarm.’ I looked at him curiously wondering what he was talking about, beside me the medic dude was injecting something into my IV bag. My attention was diverted away from what he was doing as Jason started talking again, ‘so anyway, as you know we run the whole photograph in the park thing as a way of attracting possible people to collect info. What you don’t know is we also run a sting operation with prostitutes. We take street junkies with potential and send them off to be brainwashed and conditioned.’ This was all fascinating stuff, and I had a suspicion that the whole remote control training thing I had to submit to was part of that brainwashing but I didn’t care, Jason was stroking my forehead again and it felt good, I was feeling very sleepy again, Jason kept stroking me and chatting, ‘you did so well your being upgraded mister, we need ‘honey traps’ like you and your already loyal so we don’t need to condition you as much as the others.’ I half nodded, ah well if I was to be a honey trap I wondered if I would get more missions, maybe even I would get to go with Jason on some of his, my mind filled with happy dreams, I frowned slightly tho, I wondered how long the training would take, I managed to ask Jason though my words came out all slurred. Jason smiled but this time it was a little sad, ‘no you don’t understand Ben, this is goodbye, you don’t have individual handlers for honey traps, your conditioning is designed to make you loyal, they let me say goodbye to you since I did such a good job on this mission.’ I was suddenly worried, I tried to lift my head to ask him what the hell was going on but I couldn’t all my body felt like lead, I realized I had been drugged. Jason leant forward and kissed my head, ‘bye now Ben, fuck I am going to miss you little buddy’ I wanted to scream and shout, this couldn’t be happening, how could they just decide to ship me off and brainwash me and shit? Tears filled my eyes as I slowly lost my battle against keeping them open. hey guys i hope you like, i have a few ideas that i would like to try out, but i need to know that everyone is likeing this, let me know if you enjoy it and i will keep the work flowing, thanks to everyone for your feedback so far, and for the great votes! hope you all enjoy ;)