by Ty Marton
“…stupid, careless bitch!”
The voice, with crisp annunciation that stabbed like a well-sharpened knife, belonged to a man. Jeff sneaked his way across the lot, moving close along the side of Trixie’s truck, until he was kneeling directly beneath the window, and could hear the voices clearly – including Trixie’s.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Mason!” she blurted.
“You’re sorry? Do you even realize that you quite nearly ruined our entire operation today?”
Jeff could hear Trixie sobbing. Whoever this Mason was, it was clear that she feared him.
“I know, I know… I fucked up…”
Mason gave an exasperated laugh. “They said you were high as a kite. You sampled the stash, didn’t you? You know those pills are for the slaves only.”
Jeff’s eyebrows perked up – slaves?
Trixie hesitated before responding. “I… I wanted to be sure they weren’t fakes. Like that one time before.”
“So you needed to pop half a dozen of them?”
Trixie’s silence was all the answer Mason needed. His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone, something just below a growl. “You’re damned lucky that we’re kin. If Gus or Dwayne pulled something like this, I’d be feeding them to the scorpions right now.”
Trixie choked back a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Mason gave a slow exhale, then softened.
“It’s all right. It’s taken care of. Fox will handle the damage control, and we’ll put this episode behind us…”
Jeff’s throat instantly went dry. Fox… as in… Sheriff Fox?
“Now go,” Mason said. “Fetch X and get him ready. I have some steam to blow off.”
Jeff looked up at the building’s main door – he was totally exposed out here in the open, and Trixie would be walking out in just a few moments. Thinking fast, Jeff ducked around the corner, peeking around as Trixie stepped out. He was oblivious to the motel behind him, where the blinds in room X’s window slowly bent apart, a shadowy figure peering out at him through the darkness…
Trixie stood outside, wiping at her smeared mascara, then took a breath and started towards the motel – towards Jeff. There was nowhere else to hide out here, nothing except a plain looking door into the house. He bolted for it, hoping against hope that it wasn’t locked…
It wasn’t. Jeff practically threw the door open and bolted inside, swiftly but quietly shutting it behind him. He was alone in pitch blackness – but he was still undetected.
This was a mistake… he started telling himself. He had suspected something strange was going on, and he should have trusted his instinct, realized that it was something big. He never should have come to this place without any kind of backup…
But then again, who could he trust? If Sheriff Fox really was involved – and the DEA story was clearly a lie, so Jeff had to believe that he was – then who else in the department might be compromised? Who could Jeff really trust? For all he knew, he might be the one cop in the…
“Shit!”
Jeff couldn’t help but blurt it out in panicked surprise as he took a cautious step into the darkness, and quickly found himself tumbling down a cold concrete stairwell. He fell all the way to the bottom, leaving him sprawled out on the musty floor, suppressing an urge to moan in agony. Dizzy and sore, he pulled himself back up to his feet, dabbing gently at a fresh gash on his forehead. Didn’t feel too serious – he was lucky he didn’t break anything, or knock himself out.
He pulled his lighter out of his pocket and flicked it to life, casting a dim glow through the darkness. The only thing before him was a large, green, steel door. Cautiously, he tried the doorknob, cracking the door open and peering inside. The room was empty, save for a few large wooden cabinets against the walls and a thick table covered in black padded leather in the center of the room, with heavy buckling restraints dangling from all sides.
“What the hell…” Jeff muttered to himself. It looked almost like an execution chamber – even the air had the heavy musk of sweat and desperation. This was a room that had seen horror, that had seen pain…
CLICK…
Jeff’s entire body tensed as he heard the faint sound of the door at the top of the steps being opened. Thinking fast, he darted back to the green door, quickly shutting it. Now what?
He could hear footsteps making their way down the steps, closer and closer to him. Someone was coming, and he needed to hide…
He rushed to one of the cabinets, yanking it open. Inside hung dozens of leather restraints, along with a collection of canes, paddles, and a coiled bullwhip. Ignoring the thoughts of what these instruments were likely used for, Jeff bit his lip and squeezed his way inside, just barely managing to shut himself in before the green door began to come open.
He positioned himself in the center of the cabinet, staring out through the crack between the two doors, giving himself a sliver of a sightline to the padded table. Somewhere in the room, a switch was flicked, a flickering overhead lamp coming on and casting a pool of light over the table. Then two figures came into view: a tall well-dressed man with thin, sandy brown hair – and a younger man, maybe twenty-five years old, naked, with a steel collar around his neck. Looking at him from behind, Jeff could see a large “X” seared directly into the flesh of his backside, a permanent scar branded into his skin. The sight gave Jeff a queasy chill.
The tall man stared into his naked subject’s eyes. “Are you ready to answer me, X?”
“X” gave no response.
The tall man nodded. “Very well. Let’s proceed then.”
The tall man turned his companion around, leaving him facing Jeff directly. He was tan and lean, but still muscular and healthy-looking, despite his worn down demeanor. Jeff was struck by the fact that both of his nipples and the tip of his long, cut cock were pierced with thick-gauge rings, piercings he had to assume were forcibly given. He began to shudder at the monstrous thought, but then froze, his mind instantly clearing itself as the tall man bent his slave over the table and began cuffing him into place. His face was finally directly in Jeff’s line of sight, and even in the dim light, there was no mistaking it.
Jeff was looking at Danny Major.
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Wide-eyed, Jeff watched in stunned silence as the tall man began to unbutton his designer shirt, his fingers slow and meticulous.
“You made such progress, X,” he said, his voice both sad and patronizing. “You were my proudest possession, but now you’re quickly becoming little more than a constant disappointment.”
It was Mason, Jeff realized, recognizing the voice from the conversation he overheard with Trixie. This was the man in charge, the man the people here feared. Jeff couldn’t help but study him, watching the casual, routine manner in which he folded his shirt and set it aside, then began unbuckling his belt.
“I understand your despair over losing Eric,” Mason said, “He was your friend, wasn’t he? More than that, hmm? But all of you will eventually be sold and replaced, even you. That’s the whole reason you’re here.”
His pants came off, and Mason carefully began folding them, setting them aside with the shirt. His underwear came off, and that too, he folded.
“But then again,” he said, flexing his knuckles and running his fingers across Danny’s ass, “a slave unwilling to acknowledge their master, a slave incapable of performing as they should… well, that’s not a slave that we’ll be able to sell. It’s a slave that we have no use for. And you understand what we must do with slaves whom we have no use for, don’t you?”
Mason leaned in over top of the unresponsive Danny, clutching at his shoulders and talking directly into his ear. “Of course, that’s what you want, isn’t it? You think we’ll kill you, I’ll kill you. Well, know this – I’ll never give you a way out, not even death. You belong to me, boy.”
The sound of his voice gave Jeff a chill. He was quickly learning just why Trixie had been so terrified to talk with him.
“Now then,” Mason s
Jeff’s mouth went dry - Mason was looking directly at him. That is, he was looking directly at the cabinet he was hiding in. He took a few steps, moving closer and closer, his eyes narrowed in concentration.
“The whip is always tempting…” he muttered, as Jeff glanced at the bullwhip hanging beside him. Aside from that, the only things close to a weapon were the canes hanging behind him, but Jeff doubted he’d be able to do very much with them if it came down to it. He gritted his teeth, furious at himself for not bringing his gun. His only hope would be to jump out as soon as Mason opened the cabinet, and hope that the element of surprise was enough to overtake the surprisingly muscular man…
Mason was directly in front of the cabinet now, practically eye to eye with Jeff. He raised his hand, setting it on the handle, and Jeff tensed, preparing himself to spring into action. If he kicked the door open hard enough, maybe he could…
“No,” Mason said, stepping away. “Not the whip.” Jeff let out a slow exhale, watching through the crack as Mason moved to another cabinet, opening it and removing what some sort of device with a long, black cord running from its back. As he stepped out of the shadow and back into the light, Jeff could finally see what it was: a dildo. But it wasn’t like any dildo that Jeff had ever seen before, that was for sure.
“I think tonight calls for something more invasive, something more… effective,” Mason said, a sinister smile on his face. “You haven’t gotten hard for me in almost a month now, but that won’t stop me from forcing you to cum.”
He waved the dildo slowly back in forth in front of Danny’s face, dangling it from its cord like a hypnotist’s pocketwatch. Danny barely paid attention to it. “This is a new toy, X. Large enough to give you a good stretch, and when I press this button…”
He demonstrated, pressing a yellow button on a small remote at the end of the cord. Immediately, dozens of what appeared to be tiny chrome pyramids rose out along the dildo’s shaft through small, carefully concealed holes. And even across the room, through the tiny crack in the cabinet doors, Jeff could see and hear a few of them… sparking…
“Electro-studs,” Mason said proudly. “Gus’ idea. Pure voltage split through every little spike, shocking your prostate from the inside out. It won’t rip you apart… but it’ll come close. It’s excruciating – every slave we’ve tried it on thus far has ended up crying – and cumming – uncontrollably. Don’t you think that sounds nice?”
Danny still gave no answer, instead choosing to stare blankly at the wall.
“Of course,” Mason said, the gleeful sadism dropping from his face, “if you’d rather I simply fuck you myself and spare you the electricity, I’d be happy to oblige.” He reached in between Danny’s legs, caressing his cock. “All I want is to see you fully erect, like a proper slave. Like before.”
It was no use. Danny seemed absolutely determined to ignore each and every one of Mason’s whims. Each second of erectionless silence that passed as Mason continued fondling Danny’s cock felt like a challenge, a slap in his captor’s face. Jeff couldn’t help but admire him.
Finally, Mason gave up, holding in a soft, petty laugh. “Have it your way, X. I’ve broken you once, and I’ll break you again, no matter how long it takes. Now, let’s get started…”
As Mason began lubricating the dildo, Jeff couldn’t help but stare at the long, slender curvature of the man’s erect cock. The sight of it made him shudder – how could anyone literally get hard off of torturing a helpless captive? Jeff couldn’t let that happen, and could begin to feel every muscle in his body tensing and tightening in anticipation as he prepared to burst out of the cabinet, incapacitate Mason, and try and flee somehow with Danny… He softly placed his fingertips on the inside of the door, knowing that he couldn’t just stand by and watch Danny get tortured. The time had come – he had just a few moments to make his move…
“Mason – we need to talk.”
Jeff pulled his hand back, as if the cabinet door had suddenly become red hot. He knew that voice…
He could only see Mason through the limited line of sight offered by the crack in the door, and watched as he turned from Danny, the dildo still in hand, and spoke to someone who had appeared across the room.
“Yes, of course. Please, come in.”
Jeff felt light-headed, and suppressed the urge to vomit. It took this new figure a good twenty seconds to move into sight as he slowly paced around the far side of the room, but Jeff didn’t need to see it. He knew.
It was Sheriff Fox.
“This shit can’t happen,” Fox said, his voice calm and somber, yet somehow menacing. “I can control most of my people, but not all of them. And folks are asking questions.”
Jeff’s mouth went dry with dread. Sheriff Fox was talking about him.
Mason nodded, not looking up from the dildo as he continued slathering lube over it. “Today was unfortunate, yes. But all we can do is move forward.”
“It’s not that simple,” Fox said, exasperated. “Like I said, people are asking questions. My job is to put those kinds of fires out, but I can’t do that without your help.”
“So what are you suggesting?”
“That tranny of yours. People want to know what she’s mixed up in. She needs to disappear.”
“You’re telling me I should have Trixie – my niece – murdered?”
Mason’s indifferent tone carried the faintest air of danger to it. Fox hesitated – clearly, he sat below Mason on the totem pole, Jeff realized – but still, he didn’t back down.
“We can make it look like the Mexicans got her. That way, if anyone decides to look into her, they’ll be looking in the wrong direction.”
Mason took a moment to dwell on Fox’s words, like a chess player contemplating a move. “If I may… Who, exactly, is asking questions?”
“So far, just the arresting officer.”
“Not one of yours?”
Fox shook his head as Jeff silently wondered just how many of his friends in the department were implicated. “No, he’s young. Too smart for his own good, too. Saw right through the bullshit.”
Still contemplative, Mason seemingly ignored this, returning his focus to Danny and bringing the tip of the dildo against his asshole.
“I’m serious, Mason. That tranny is a loose end that leads straight back here. She needs to be dealt with.”
Mason bit his lip, slowly and carefully working the dildo inside of Danny. Inside the cabinet, Jeff couldn’t help but cringe. This poor young man was being raped, but with two men to account for, one of whom was packing heat, Jeff was powerless to do anything about it. Attacking them now would be suicide. All he could do was watch…
With the dildo finally secured up Danny’s ass, Mason finally stopped what he was doing and looked back up at Fox. “While I appreciate your thoroughness, making my niece… disappear is completely out of the question. But we can talk about that later. Right now, I intend to put my slave through his paces, so unless you plan on assisting me, I think you should wait for me upstairs.”
A sickening grin formed across Sheriff Fox’s face. “Thought you’d never offer…” he said, starting to unbuckle his belt. “I always liked little X here, and after today, I’d say I’ve earned it.”
“Hmm,” Mason muttered, his attention already back to Danny, where he carefully worked the dildo out and back in, leaning in close to admire the way the slave’s sphincter stretched to accommodate it. If the sensation was painful, Danny wasn’t showing it. His face retained that same dead stare, that same sense of unaffected determinism.
“Open wide, boy,” Fox said, stepping in front of Danny and grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up to face his exposed cock. Jeff could barely bring himself to watch as Danny obediently opened his mouth, taking the Sheriff’s cock in between his lips. I work for this man, Jeff thought to himself, disgusted and infuriated. His anger only escalated as Fox began humping away at Danny’s face, forcibly ramming his cock down the slave’s throat again and again, Danny giving a garbled, involuntary moan with each thrust as the oxygen was literally plunged out of his airways.
“It’s about as much noise as I’ve been able to get out of him,” Mason remarked, toying with the dildo’s remote. “Hopefully, that’s about to change…” He gave a rueful glance up at Sheriff Fox, who was growing increasingly animated with his thrusts. “You’re going to want to take a break, Charles. Unless you want X here to bite your dick off, that is.”
Fox snapped out of his rhythmic arousal like a chastened child, pulling out and stepping back, deferring to the true Alpha in the room. Mason smiled, tossing Fox a red ball gag, which he quickly secured into Danny’s mouth. Mason held the remote up for Fox to see, then casually pressed the yellow button in the center.
The effect on Danny was immediate. All Jeff could do was clamp a hand over his mouth to hold in a horrified gasp.
Danny’s face twisted and reddened, and within a few seconds, practically matched the shade of the ball in his mouth. He let out a long, drawn out grunt of pain that seemed to vibrate and buzz out of him, reverberating straight into Jeff’s ears. It was a sound he knew he’d never be able to forget for as long as he lived – the sound of someone being tortured right in front of him.
“That’s real nice,” Fox said, slowly stroking his stocky shaft and nodding in appreciation at the sight before him. Jeff felt sickened – how many times had he talked to this man, shaken hands with him? He began to dwell on each and every moment the two of them had ever shared, furious he had never suspected anything until tonight.
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