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The Taken     Chapter Twenty  Four


The aroma of a BBQ waved past the pasture, where  Justin and Jeremy were 
quietly coupled, mouth to dick. The thoughts of each of  them drifted back to 
their home and the nice cookouts they had  there.

Just the idea that someone was cooking outside upset Jeremy.  Jeremy swiftly 
withdrew his cock from with Justin and ordered him to the  sawhorse.

Justin pleaded with his brother to not mount him again,  but Jeremy would 
have none of that sort of talk. 

Justin quietly  crawled over to the sawhorse and remained still as his 
brother clipped his wrist  cuffs to the frame. Jeremy adjusted Justins' back legs 
wider than the first  time, giving a nice view of the 'sweet spot'. Lastly he 
removed the tail from  his brother and kindly offered it up to him to clean with 
his tongue.  

The 'raping' of his brother was exactly that, a rape. Jeremy  seemed to once 
again be in another world. Had these diabolic sadists turned him  into a sex 
crazed young adult?

After releasing his sperm into  Justin, Jeremy didn't rest this time. He 
simply withdrew is softening cock and  replaced it with the butt plug; then he 
forced his way into Justins' mouth for a  good cock cleaning.

Applause and laughter abound behind the house.  Something really special must 
be going on thought Jeremy. Again, infuriated by  the sounds of delight and 
freedom, Jeremy was not in a good frame of  mind.

All of the guests were gathered around the pool area,  enjoying plenty of 
refreshments and food. Some were seated at lavish tables,  while others preferred 
to stand and mill about.

There were ample  topics of discussion going on in each of the small groups 
of men. So were  talking business while others were commenting on the mansion 
and all that was  going on around them.

The first two guests, who had arrived by  helicopter, seemed to be the only 
two who were attempting to make conversation  with just about the entire group.

Ray and Aldo remained together,  allowing their guest to mingle amongst 
themselves or include them in the  conversation.

The four new servants were busy serving the mixed  drinks and walking about 
with trays of scrumptious food. More than one guest was  busy getting a good 
feel of man ass or a curt grasp of the servants cock and  balls. The guests knew 
of Ray and Aldo's want and need for sexual deviations  from time to time and 
they assumed that these naked servants were fulfilling  that desire.

Just outside the pool area, the workers had  congregated and were busy 
abusing and torturing the 'dormtoy'. The laughter and  taunting would always divert 
attention towards them, from the  guest.

The workers had been told by the master, to do their fun and  games there. He 
wanted the guest to enjoy a bit of entertainment during their  visit to the 
mansion.

The 'dormtoy' was standing tall. His ankles  had been tied to a huge wooden 
plank; his cock and balls exposed for all to see.  There was a thick and heavy 
pole behind his neck to which his wrist we likewise  fixed to.

A huge bucket of clothespins sat nearby, and the game  underway was for each 
worker, one by one, to take a single handful of them and  put them any where 
they wanted on the 'dormtoy'.

The obvious areas  were quickly covered, then slowly, painfully the rest of 
the body began to be  swallowed up by the clothespins.

The ground beneath the 'dormtoy'  was saturated with his piss. Twice, so far, 
he hadn't been able to control  himself and had no other choice.

He couldn't speak, as his mouth  was stuffed with a wad of dirty underwear. 
His ass was doing no  better.

Behind him was an angled wooden form, which held a three  inch diameter wood 
dowel stick. The stick was implanted into his newly expanded  hole. Each time 
the 'dormtoy' would move forwards, backward, up or down, the  dowel stick 
would send searing waves of pain throughout his  body.

It wasn't long, before a second bucket of pins was needed and  the delirious 
man continued to maintain himself, as best he  could.

>From a second floor window, the master and "momma" observed  the seemingly 
festive atmosphere below. 

The servants were pleased  that the 'dormtoy' was the object of abuse, lest 
it could have been  them.

The five bodyguards remained a safe distance from the group,  but all of them 
had erections, bulging their pants; as they too were served  drink and food 
by the servants.

One of the guest inquired of Aldo,  why the workers had been permitted to 
wear clothing. Aldo had no ready,  reasonable explanation, and with a little 
prodding from other guests, he (Aldo)  demanded that they all strip naked.

Now the 'playing field' had  been leveled and the majority of the guests 
seemed pleased, if not  excited.

A worker produced a small box containing candles, and the  hot wax treatment 
of the 'dormtoy' was underway. From the neck down, the male  endured what 
seemed to be endless pain. Wax dripping where there wasn't a  clothespin. Wax 
dripping on the clothespin and skin, bonding the two as  one.

Several of the guests, without prompting, also participated in  the waxing 
game. Others just seemed to gather closer to the activities for a  more 'in 
depth' look.

Ray and Aldo remained firm in their location.  Simply observing the guests as 
they went about. Ray was making mental notes as  to who did what and what 
seemed to stir the hidden passions in each of his  guests. Aldo just looked as if 
he wanted to join in, but he knew better. His  function at the gathering was 
to control and direct the four  servants.

As the waxing and clothespin festivities began to wind  down, some of the 
onlookers began to remove their clothing and make use of the  sparkling clear 
waters of the swimming pool. It wasn't long before six of the  eight were butt 
naked in the pool, frolicking about like little kids. Booze does  that at times, 
turning even the most dignified person into a little  tike.

The remaining two guests seemed to be in deep discussion with  Ray and Aldo. 
The 'dormtoy' remained immobile, like a statue.

When  the servants weren't busy, they were being kept occupied by the 
bodyguards. They  were getting their cocks played with and playing with the now 
exposed cocks of  the bodyguards.

If one were to be a "fly on the wall", you could  easily hear "momma" 
complaining to her husband about all the illness and  sickness in the world while she 
watched the males below having unabashed sexual  release. 

Back in the pasture, Jeremy and Justin were just  finishing up their noontime 
meal. Jeremy instructed Justin to follow him to the  shelter, as he wanted to 
rest.

Once settled in, Justin began  talking to Jeremy as he had never done before . 
Jeremy listened intently, with  interest and with determination.

"You know Jeremy, something  strange is happening to me, to us. I don't know 
what it is. I seem to be getting  used to being a slave and you seem to be 
turning into a bully at times. What  gives?

I'm doing what I need to do, so that we don't get punished  and you seem to 
lay back and take whatever they hand out. It had to hurt when  they whipped 
your nuts. I know you didn't like that. And then there is this hard  ass pounding 
you're giving me, just like I'm gay and I love it. You did this  before when 
you were whipped into doing it downstairs but now, why are you doing  this.

I'm not a little kid you know. You just can't be pushing me  around and 
ordering me to do things that you feel like doing. These people can,  but you 
shouldn't be doing the same thing they are doing. I just don't  understand it 
anymore."

Jeremy thought for a minute or two and then  began his reply.

"Justin you just don't understand what is really  going on here, do you? 
These people took us away to prove a point. Some sort of  political statement or 
something. Now that we've been tortured and abused, they  seem to be enjoying 
us more and more. Why do you think just you and me are out  here in this 
pasture. Why do you think they have made you look like you do? To  them, they think 
it's cute to have two human ponies. They have everything they  need or want 
that money can buy them. Well money couldn't buy us, so Ray decided  to make us 
himself. Why do you suppose they stuck steel balls inside my   nutsack? A boy 
horse and a girl horse, is all that Ray wanted with us, ever  since the 
government wouldn't give in to their demands. We are pawns in a  political arena. I 
learned that much in school.

No matter what  happens here, Justin, I'll always love you, I always have. 
But now, I'm feeling  as if I've failed you; failed you in ways that you can 
never imagine. So, what  say, before anybody else shows up, we get some rest; you 
never can tell when  these buttholes will show up and want us to perform."

The words  Justin heard seemed to make sense. The one word that really hit 
home was the  word "love". Jeremy seldom if ever said that to him.

"Justin,  you've done so well during this whole fucking thing. You went 
through a lot even  before you got here. I'm just trying to hang on to the last bit 
of humanity that  I can muster up. Mom and dad would be proud of me for that; 
not that they  wouldn't be proud of you, but since I'm the oldest they look 
at me as being sort  of a mentor to you. And you know what a mentor is. He 
teaches  others.

So come on, let's get some rest. We both need it. If Ray  comes back, he'll 
most likely bringing some of them guys with him, just to show  us off again."

That said, Jeremy pulled his brother's head onto his  own chest, gently
stroking Justins' bald head. As Justin settled in, Jeremy  took his other 
hand and began to rub the edges of Justins' new nipples, bringing  a sudden jerk 
reaction from the poor boy. 

"Sorry Justin, I thought  that my rubbing them would make them feel better."

"That's ok  Jeremy, do what you think is best, but they are still tender and 
sore, so if  you'd go a little easier and slower it might make it better," 
Justin  replied.

Jeremy lifted the nose ring out of the way and gave Justin  a very 
passionate, soft kiss.

Forgoing the nipple area, Jeremy just  took his hand and slowly rubbed 
Justins' butt cheek until his brother had fallen  into a deep, restful sleep .

In Jeremys' mind, he kept going over  and over the recent exchange of words 
that he and Justin just had. He thought,  now, for sure his brother was 
becoming just what these bastards wanted of him;  but he was going to fight off this 
transformation as long as he could,  regardless of what pain, humiliation, 
degradation that might thrown at  him.


As Justins' mom was sitting at her home computer,  composing and preparing to 
send another email to some government official, she  got the ever ominous 
'DING'; alerting her that she has new  mail.

The instant she saw the mail header, she was just about to  hit the Delete 
key when she thought otherwise.

Sender:  Unknown
Subject: Unknown

The double click opened the  email.

Instantly she noticed that something was being downloaded.  She feared it was 
a 'virus' or something worse.

Her eye caught the  first, one and only sentence of the email, it  read:

"DO  THESE BELONG TO YOU?"

The downloading continued for some time. When  completed, she had ten 
digital, grainy, small photos to look  at.

What she saw, caused her to scream, to weep, to become  nauseated.

Just under the last photo was yet another  sentence……..

"MORE INFO TO FOLLOW. YOUR BUTTERFLIES WILL BE OK."

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