By Catdude

Part 1

The quartermaster looked through his clipboard, he sighed, there were a lot of orders to fill today. He walked out onto the factory floor, and motioned to one of his aides to come over. “We have a busy day today, which batches are on this time cycle?’ His aide pulled out an organizer and keyed through it.

‘Batches 2 and 3’ The quartermaster flipped through his clipboard again, ‘I am also going to need 2 of the special batches, and we have had a request for 3 display units, dispatch the two batches that have been complete and then work on those.’ The aide nodded and went off to make it happen.

This is dispatch, hanger two, cycle through the current time set and ship them out.

The room was dimmed, it was a wide open room, like an aircraft hanger, just below the ceiling was a number of large tanks, around and just below the tanks was a number of catwalks, threading between the tanks and also running parallel to rails that where just below the catwalks. The rails supported a transport system; each rail supported 22 hangers, which could be wheeled along the rails from one end to another. There were 12 rows of rails all numbered 1-12 and from each row hung 10 hooks. This was where normal appearance ended. From each hook hung a suspended sack, poking out the top of each sack was a head, well the head was under a heavy hood which was what was technically poking out of each of the sacks that was suspended from the hooks. Each hood had a tube running from it and three tubes ran into each sack.

One of the three tubes ran down to the floor each connecting to a pipe sticking out of the floor. The sacks where made of leather, and straps ran up and down the sacks, all were tightly done up. On the front of each sack was a small box with a number of wires running out of it. Some of the sacks where twitching slightly. A guy walked into the room, two other guys walked in behind him. He was dressed in tight leather pants and a tight black T. He wore steel capped cat boots. Bright yellow laces stood out against the black of the boots. He looked at a chart that hung by the wall. Each of the rows where on a different time frame, their internal clocks had been modified over time. This meant that at any time a dispatch came through there would be 2 rows whose body clocks would be peaking. Meaning that the subs where never too tired to perform. The agency was very popular; it was very rare for subs to go through more than one active cycle without being shipped out. When not in use they were stored. They were strapped tightly into the sacks; an enema tube was inserted with inflatable balloon sections that would make sure they stayed inside the stored lads. At the start of each active cycle the subs where flushed out, this was one of the methods used to alternate the boys sense of time. Feeding time was also a set event, though set later in the cycle; the boys were kept in perpetual darkness this was to make sure that they were more focused on the audio stimulus they were constantly receiving. Trance sequences to induce sleep cycles, trigger sequences to stimulate arousal and of course brainwashing programs to add to the submissive nature they were paid for. The boxes on the front of their chests where electro unit, which where stimulating their muscles as well as their sexual organs, not enough to cause orgasm however.

The man walked over to a large rack like device, it looked like a chicken rotisserie with 5 large flat panels attached to a large rotating wheel, this meant that each bench could be rotated around. Each of these was on wheels. He grabbed one and the guy who had come in behind him grabbed the other. The third man walked over to an area bellow the two ‘active’ rows. On the wall just bellow each rail were two large buttons, each was covered with a locked plastic cover. He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the two covers over the two rows that where currently active. First he punched the two green buttons on each panel, the two active rows suddenly started to lower their rows of sacks. The first two men who had fetched the trolleys they moved along the rows unhooking the hoses from the rears of each sack. Once they were finished they moved back to the walls and stood by their trolleys once they where back beside their trolleys the guy at the buttons hot the other two buttons on the panel. The sacks moved along one space towards the wall the guy beside the trolley reached up and grabbed the sack that had come within arm’s reach; he disconnected the feeding tube from the mask. Then the two tubes that rinsed the sacks where disconnected, each sack was lined with rubber, after a rinse cycle air was pushed into the sack to help them dry. With the tubes disconnected he grabbed the bottom of the sack and pulled it up slightly till it rested on the nearest bench, he then gave a whistle, a few seconds later another whistle sounded, the man standing next to the wall hit the button again and the sacks lowered further, the men guided the lowering sacks till the sacked lads where finally laying on the bench, the two men disconnected the ropes and gave another whistle, they unlatched the ratcheting wheel and turned the wheel so that the second bench could swing around to waist height. Soon both rows where loaded onto the rotating benches, then soon they where wheeled out into a waiting loading area, where they were met by,

 This is dispatch, specials we need 2 subjects, repeat, 2 subjects. Prep and ship them out.

 

Part 2

The area looked like a prison yard; it was outside a heavy fence around the area. Even at night the area was well lit with floodlights. Four large sheds where erected over pits in the ground. Each pit wall was lined with stainless steel perfectly smooth so that those in the pits were unable to climb out. Each pit contained 4 men, each of these four men shared three things in common — obvious steroid abuse, more tattoos then you could find in a whole navy shipyard and extreme heterosexuality. Which would explain their extreme annoyance at what was coming next. Four guards marched up to the edge of a pit, the men in the pit all glanced up there was a slight amount of movement but it was too little and too late. The guards had shot each of them with a tranq dart before they had even had a chance to move more than a few steps. A small crane was driven up to the edge of the pit; while this was happening, the guards lowered ladders into the pit and climbed down. The guards climbed down into the pits each carried a tazer and two each grabbed a leg of an unconscious man and dragged them to the centre of the pit where the crane was slowly lowering two large square metal plates. The men in the pits led a less than stellar existence, scattered around the pits where massive weights, none under 70kg. They had to work out using the weights each day, if they didn’t all work out with them for at least 5 hours a day they would not receive food and loud music would be blasted into their pits, preventing them from sleeping. There was a bucket located near one of the walls, this was their toilet. Doing their business in any other area or throwing any of the by products would result in similar punishment to not working out with the weights. They were kept naked and it was not unusual for guards to be watching them and some even openly masturbating, as they went about their daily lives.

This all meant that at the best of times these men were not happy campers. The guards dragged the unconscious men towards the steel plates. They dragged the men onto the plates, each plate had a hole in it and the guards carefully positioned the men so that their asses where over this hole, with a lot of jokes about this. They spread the men’s arms and legs then over the ankles and wrists so that they were between indents in the plates. Then they placed thick bands of metal over their wrists and ankles, they where padded on the inside so that there was no room for the men to pull their hands or feet free. Then they pressed down firmly until there was a loud click, the bands where locked in place, they could be freed only by keys that went in the keyholes located in the middle of each band. Only the guards had these keys, the guests of the parties these men were destined for where not given this option, since if these men where ever to be freed it would turn very messy very quickly. Once a metal band had been pressed into place over each of the men’s waist the guards lifted the men’s knees slightly and placed a patch behind each knee. This was a Viagra-like substance, that would mean that these gents would ‘perform’ whether they wanted to or not, this as well as rubber cock ring around each of their swollen testicles and currently flaccid cocks. Once that was done the men’s jaws where pulled open and a large thick gag was strapped into each of their mouths. In no time the plates where being winched back up by the cranes, and lowered onto the back of a truck that drove towards the main compound towards the loading dock where they would join the sacked and hooded slaves.

 

Part 3

This is dispatch, display we need 3 display units. Load them up and ship them off.

A row of cells lined the room. Two men walked in and opened three cells, the men in them were dragged out, they struggled feebly but they were quickly subdued by the guards who were built along the same lines of the men out in the pits. Easily subdued those who were dragged out of the cells, mostly because they were slim twinks. The guards pushed them into the next room, where three boxes sat, the boxes were missing two sides, the front and the top, there was a bench in each box, and built into each bench was a wide tall plug. At the sight of this each of the boys groaned one started to whine about it and the guard pushing him promptly smacked him across the back of his shaved head. These young boys had all been sent here under the guise they were attending a detox centre, they where indeed, however they were also being subjected to perverted activities like this one. Since all of them had been picked up offering blowjobs outside gay clubs for cash to score their next hit, they could not complain too much. In a few months they would be released back onto the street and told if they didn’t clean up their acts they would be back. Some came back of their own choice, and ended up suspended in the sack room.

Each of boys stepped forward and slowly lowered themselves slowly onto the plugs, the guards laughed at the expressions of pain on each bows face, they struggled and bitched the first few times, but a good headlock and a firm spanking usually sorted them out. Once the boys where firmly on their plugs the guards stepped forwards and knelt down they placed each of the boys feet in ankle stocks, and then clipped these stocks to short chains that where attached to the bottom of each box. The boys knew the drill by now and each one stuck his hand out, fingers pressed together, each guard pulled a thick rubber fist mitt over each boy’s hands and then used small padlocks onto each. These where quickly attached to the sides of the boxes as well. At this stage the guards slipped thick rubber cock rings over each of the boy’s cocks and then teased and tormented each of the lads, they groaned in fucklust as the thickly muscled guards teased and tormented them. They were soon all hard and whimpered as the guards stopped, knowing that they would be like this all night. As each of them opened their mouths to beg for more they where swiftly gagged. The guards then placed a small remote beside each lad on the bench. These would activate the electric pulse to run through each of the plugs. This would cause each of the boys to writhe and moan and after a while tears would run down their faces. They were taken out to the loading dock with the rest of the subjects where, the two specials where regaining consciousness and making a lot of noise. In short order they were packed into the back of a truck and taken off.

The quartermaster looked down at his clipboard and sighed, that was the first batch done, three more to go, it was going to be a busy night.

 

The End