By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.

I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”

“Yes.”

“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”

“Yes.”

“It’s important that you give a fair evaluation of the students. They need to know what they’re doing right and what they’re doing wrong. I’ll be there to observe and offer my opinion, as well as to hold them back from being too harsh on you.”

“I appreciate that. But I’ve got a few questions of my own. First, will every one of the approximately 100 students be practicing on me? I would think you should have more than one person for them to practice on.”

“Yes, I’ve wondered about that. The problem is that no one else wants to be the volunteer, and I couldn’t count on the prisoners here to be fair in their evaluations.”

“I don’t want it either. I was ordered to do it by you, so I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes, well, you did so well when you were my volunteer before that I naturally thought of you. But I can see that having that many guys torturing just one guy isn’t going to work too well. You’ll be a wreck by the time the class ends.”

“That’s for sure. There must be others that you can ‘volunteer’ for this, just as you did me.”

“I’ll try to get some. See you tomorrow.”

As I was heading back to my room I realized that I didn’t have a chance to ask my other questions. At least I got my most important point across. I had to now start thinking about how to thwart Major Ashley’s plans without jeopardizing myself.

I got to the class early the next day. Number 7 was already there and was talking to some new guys. He saw me and motioned for me to join him. He said, “I discussed this problem with Major Ashley and he agreed with you. He ordered several of his long time staff who are staunch allies to be here as ‘volunteers.’”

“But they weren’t here yesterday to see what was done so they can provide an accurate evaluation.”

“Yes, I’ve thought of that. I’ll be reviewing those lessons again today, primarily for their benefit, but also to reinforce them to the students.”

Just then the prisoner was being wheeled in and number 7 went over to oversee transferring him to the table. It gave me a chance to get better acquainted with the new ‘volunteers.’ I explained to them that I was another who would be treated as they would be, but that I’d been here the day before to see what all was done. In response to their inquiries I started telling them what was done and what we were in for, as well as what our roles would be, providing feedback. None of us were looking forward to it.

While Number 7 was rehashing yesterday’s lessons, I would periodically look at the other ‘volunteers.’ Some of them would be looking appalled at the realization of what they were going to be soon experiencing. But there were a few who seemed to be secretly looking forward to it. I noticed that their cocks were tenting their uniform pants.

Finally it was time. There was still an hour or two before the dinner break, and I knew that this would provide plenty of time for them to get us into some intense pain. Initially it started out fairly easy, wrists and ankles cuffed, having clamps put on our tits, cock and balls after we were naked and had been put into chastity. Number 7 checked everyone to make sure that the students were doing it properly. He had divided the men into teams of five, each of them taking a turn at applying the designated type of torture with the other four inspecting and modifying as they saw fit.

The next phase was to apply electricity to the clamps on the cock, balls and chastity. Number 7 had them test the levels and the steady versus random. These were left on at a medium intensity while Number 7 explained the last one. This was to pull us up by our cuffed hands behind our backs into a strappado position. At least we weren’t pulled into the air, though we were forced to bend over. Before having the class go to dinner, he had them set the electricity to random and upped the intensity. He also had them gag us. He announced that after they returned from dinner we would be lifted into the air. I could see the looks on the faces of some of the men who were students in the class. They were obviously looking forward to doing this. Those of us ‘volunteers’ sure weren’t.

After dinner, which lasted a couple of hours, probably because Number 7 was continuing his lecture, the group returned for more practice. He explained how severe this strappado position was to be in for a long period of time, that the shoulders would be on fire. He had some of the men place their hands on our shoulders to notice our reactions, which confirmed his statement. He also said that the position would be far worse when we would be lifted into the air. This was confirmed when the students obeyed his order to do so. It was a good thing we were gagged, or we would have yelled some unpleasant things to the instructor.

After leaving us like that for about 15 minutes, he told the students to let us down, to turn off the electricity, and remove our ankle shackles. We were then taken by the students to each be put into one of those cells, still naked, still gagged, our hands still cuffed behind our backs. He wanted to make sure that we would be available to ‘volunteer’ at the next day’s class.

The class was for a week. We hadn’t had any torture the first day, so we had four days of that. I described the first two days. Each of the next three was worse than the previous. On the last day we were kept overnight stretched out in a rack, pulled as much as they could get us without having our arms pulled out of their sockets, the electricity turned on, gagged of course, and our breath periodically cut off. The plastic bags with the nose holes poked in were left on overnight. By the next morning, our joints aching from that position, our cock on fire from the electricity, we would have been willing to confess to anything. Number 7 was always there to supervise, making sure that everyone did their job properly.

After that we were returned to our cells for the remainder of the weekend, still gagged, hands still cuffed behind our backs. Number 7 let the class members loose on the real prisoners. These guys were not gagged, and I started hearing lots of screams coming from elsewhere in that prison area where we were kept. I figured that we were being kept available in case the students needed to continue practicing and no actual prisoners were available, but we didn’t seem to be needed.

During that week and weekend we were given meals periodically and allowed to take care of our morning duties, treated like I was when in the cell. We were treated decently when we weren’t being tortured. When it came time for us to be released Sunday night, Number 7 gathered all the students and us together. Those of us volunteers were fearful of what new tortures they were going to practice on us. But the gathering was just to thank us for volunteering to be tortured so the students could learn. That was when we were asked to evaluate. I wasn’t able to find any fault with anything any of the students did to me, finding them all to be equally mean, nasty and sadistic in their torture. When I told them this in those exact words, Number 7 and the five I was assigned were pleased to hear my evaluation. The other evaluations were similar to mine. All the students graduated with flying colors. They were ready to be let loose on an unsuspecting group of military staff in keeping with Major Ashley’s power plans.

I still hadn’t been able to come up with any plans of my own to thwart what Major Ashley was trying to accomplish. I realized that I would have to await my opportunity, and one hadn’t come my way yet. I was alert to any. Now that I’d finished this assignment I wondered what would be my next one. I was free to start getting back to my exercising to again start building my body back up.

Those of us ‘volunteers’ who had gone through that grueling week had become friends. We had a shared experience that had brought us together. I started mixing with some of the others. Since they were not part of the regular ‘numbered guys,’ I would have to go to another part of the facility to meet them. But as one of the now trusted ‘numbered guys’ I had free access. My room was no longer kept locked, and I was not fettered when outside. Only when I was to assume my role would I be.

In mixing with some of the others I started getting a better idea of the workings of Major Ashley’s organization. I started finding the operations center, realizing which parts were the key ones. He had his information computerized, which was to be expected. This told me that this would be the most vulnerable part. But I realized that getting rid of the computer data would not be enough. I would need to change the information on some key individuals so they could be freed to tell what they had gone through and what Major Ashley was using us to do.

I decided to particularly make friends with the guy who kept the records on the computer, one of the ‘volunteers.’ This would be the key guy who would have access. I started sounding him out about his comfort with what Major Ashley was doing. To my surprise he had a similar attitude to what I had, but was in fear of what would happen to him if he didn’t do as he was told. He was concerned that I was another of those ‘tests’ that we were all warned about, and it took me a lot of careful work over a period of weeks to finally get across to him that my concerns were for real. I was basically employing my skills on him that I had honed for my normal job. I, of course, was equally concerned that his attitude might be a front as well, but I was finally satisfied that it wasn’t. No one could have his obvious computer skills and also be that skilled in misleading me.

When we’d get a chance, away from possible listening devices, we started making our plans. In response to my query he checked unobtrusively and found that there were periodic reports that would be produced for others to check to make sure that there had been no changes to the status of the prisoners. He would have to make sure that these reports would be modified to always report a constant prisoner status, rather than accessing the system’s current status for them. This he could do. And the reports that checked any changes in status would have to be kept intact to be able to access the changes that the guy would be making. It all seemed pretty easy.

Finally came the day we had set for this. The guy made the changes in the system to the status of key prisoners, as well as to replace that program that reported changes. The lead guys who had been in position before Major Ashley took over were some of these. With the changes made they were released. They had the credibility to tell what had happened to them, all of which was illegal. This computer guy and I were on pins and needles to see if our little sabotage of Major Ashley would work to bring down this venture of his.

At first there was no reaction. But after a couple of days, when I went to see my friend as usual to go have lunch with him, I was told that he was no longer there and wouldn’t be returning. This was when I knew that something had happened.

The two of us had discussed what would be the reaction. I had told him that once we had changed the status of the prisoners and they would be able to say what had happened, Major Ashley would be arrested. He would find out, and get word to his subordinates to have the prisoners’ status checked. It wouldn’t be long before they would find the changes that my friend had made to the computer system. He would then be taken away for questioning under torture. That’s when they would find out about my complicity. I knew that I had only hours before I was picked up and treated similarly. It was the chance we had to take. We both faced it and did what we did knowing the consequences.

I had a leisurely lunch on my own. I figured it would be my last good meal. I knew I would never be allowed to leave the facility. When I returned to my room I found that some of Number 7’s students were waiting for me, as well as Number 7 himself. I knew what that meant.

As I was being severely restrained by the students under the supervision of Number 7, he said, “Number 6, we’re all greatly disappointed in you. We thought you were enjoying your life here. Was it the severe treatment you had been given at that class that made you turn on us?”

I had been gagged by then, and just responded by shaking my head back and forth.

“I’m glad to know that. I was concerned that I may have been somehow indirectly responsible for the problems Major Ashley now finds himself in. Our treatment of the other military staff had been proceeding so nicely. It was a shock to find that it had to come to a screeching halt.”

I was strapped to that cart again. I knew that there was no way I could escape from that. A leather hood with nose holes only had been strapped on my head so I couldn’t see where I was being taken and others couldn’t see who was being transported. My uniform had been removed and I had been placed in a leather straitjacket, all straps pulled as tight as possible under the supervision of Number 7, so no one could tell from that either. My cock had been placed in chastity so I couldn’t get any satisfaction from the restraints I was in.

When I got to where I was being taken I had my ankles tightly cuffed to a metal ring in the floor. My straitjacket was removed and I had my arms placed in leather arm binders. After the strings were pulled as tight as they could get them, pulling my elbows close together, cuffs were placed on my wrists, which were welded together. A chain was then attached to a ring attached to those cuffs, and I was pulled into the air by that. They kept pulling the hoist up until the chain connecting my ankle cuffs together prevented it from rising any farther. This caused the cuffs to cut deeply into both my ankles and my wrists. I was in a lot of pain.

Number 7 then had his students hook up the electricity to my chastity and ordered them to place the setting at random and at a very high level. When it started I involuntarily jerked, but I found that I couldn’t move much, stretched out as I was. The only effect of the jerk was to cause my ankle and wrist cuffs to cut into my ankles and wrists even more.

Number 7 said, “This will now be your new home. You will be kept here during the duration of your stay. You will be periodically used for teaching purposes. You will be kept in constant pain. You only have yourself to blame for being placed in this position. You had been told that this would be a consequence of your disloyal actions.”

As Number 7 had said, I was in a lot of pain. I soon found that my life was one of constant, mind-numbing pain. I expected to be freed from this at some time, and that hope was what kept me going. While I was there I started recognizing other sounds. Periodically there would be some screams coming from another guy next to me. I recognized the voice of my friend in the computer section. They weren’t full-throated screams, but were muffled by a gag, like mine. I felt sorry for him, but we had discussed this beforehand, knew what would be done, and accepted this as a consequence, going ahead with our plans anyway. All we could do was to wait for loyal military staff to raid this place and free us.

I was fed periodically. There was a hole in the mouth part of my gag and hood which was normally covered. When the cover was removed a straw fit through it. I was kept on a liquid diet. I was also allowed to piss periodically. As a result I was kept alive in a world of pain. They wanted to punish me severely for what I’d done. They wanted to make my life a living hell, and they succeeded in doing that.

When I was finally released I didn’t know how long I had been kept like that. It seemed like it was at least a month, but I later found out it was a week. The military had finally realized the full extent of what Major Ashley had planned and what he was doing to anyone who stood in his way. My computer friend and I hugged when we were released, after we’d had a chance to recover and be able to stand. We knew that our ordeal was over, and that we had foiled Major Ashley’s power plans. Those who rescued us didn’t know that we were the ones who had brought Ashley down. Nor did they know what would have happened if we hadn’t done what we did.

We were all debriefed by military staff members. That’s when they found out what we had done. My friend was made to show them the database of information. It was still intact. The changes he had made had been negated, put back to their original form, but he explained to them how he had done what he did. He also introduced them to me as his instigator, the one who had gotten him to begin his sabotage, and instructed him on what he should do. Both of us were suddenly made the heroes of the whole business.

We were naked when we were released. The clothes I wore when coming to that facility had long since been discarded. When they asked me I told them I wanted that Number 6 uniform back, and surprisingly three such uniforms were found, all clean. I had grown fond of that uniform. The military staff asked me what my plans were, and I told them that I hadn’t been able to find employment after I’d gotten out of the military. They checked on my skills, but found that there was no opening in the internal security section for someone whose skill was convincing men to talk. I was given a position as a guard of the computer facility, one in which I could continue to wear my uniform. My friend from the computer facility, my co-conspirator if you will, had a job inside the building I was guarding, so we were able to meet.

I became known at that facility as Number 6, since those numbers were still on the uniforms. I wondered what had happened to Number 7. I figured he was only doing what he was ordered to do by Major Ashley, as I had done. Besides, my cock was still in chastity and he had the key to it. I put in a good word for him with my interrogators despite the way he had treated me at the end. But I couldn’t see how there could be a job available for someone with his skills. So it wasn’t a surprise to find that he was also given a job as a guard at the computer facility the next day. That seemed to be their catch-all for men they couldn’t place.

I was a little apprehensive about what his reaction would be on seeing me, but he was all smiles with his greetings. When I got a chance I asked him for the key to my chastity. He pulled out the key and unlocked it, removing the chastity. I was very pleased to get that thing off. Then Number 7 got that wicked smile of his and said, “Remember when I was first torturing you and your cock responded? I’ve often wondered since then if you realized what that meant, and had come to grips with it. You obviously enjoy being restrained and played with. But then in that last week you got a heaping dose of being tortured. Sometimes that turns a person off who had once been turned on by it. Now that your cock is freed from its prison, I wonder how you will react.”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Want to try to test out your reaction?”

I’d wondered how I would react if he asked me this. I hadn’t come up with a decision. I started thinking of that time when I was in the chair. And I started thinking of all the tortures he had done to me. I looked down at my cock and noticed that it was tenting my pants. When he saw me looking there he also looked and saw my reaction. He got a smile and said, “We both get off shift at 6:00 tonight. Meet me at my place. We’ll have some dinner first and then get started.”

After he left I was thinking about this conversation. Not a word was said about what I wanted. We both took my cock’s reaction as my response. I realized that my cock was now going to be making some decisions for me. Maybe that was a good thing. I didn’t know. This whole lifestyle was something I’d never experienced before I joined Major Ashley’s unit. I just hoped Number 7’s torture on me wouldn’t be that intense.

For all the bad uses that Major Ashley had used that group for, I missed it. I had been happy there until I found out Ashley’s plans. I felt that I had been able to make good use of my talents, though for a bad purpose. I knew that they needed an internal security group here where I would be able to make good use of my talents for a good purpose, and I had put my name in to be transferred to it when a suitable opening arose. In the meantime, with Number 7’s treatment, I would soon be getting some of that experience back. I still had the uniform, so I also had that reminder.

That evening over dinner at his place, he was asking me how I was able to get Major Ashley in trouble. I told him the whole story. I figured that there was no reason not to. He was surprised that only the two of us were necessary to bring about that change. After dinner he took me into another room after cuffing my hands behind my back and strapping a penis gag on. When I got to that room there was that chair with a lot of attached straps. He brought a plastic bag over to show me with an accompanying cord. When I saw this, my cock immediately started to get hard.

After he put the plastic bag around my head, which was tied off by a cord, cutting off my air, he turned to the side and said, “You can come out now.”

Of all the people in the world I didn’t expect to see, there was Major Ashley. I was shocked! Number 7 started speaking when he saw my reaction. “Major Ashley and I have worked together for many years. I’m still loyal to him. Major Ashley was arrested based on what you had done, and he’s now out on bail awaiting his trial.”

I was getting very nervous on hearing this. I had that plastic bag over my head, and my air was steadily running out.

Turning to Major Ashley, Number 7 said, “You were able to hear what Number 6 said about who was involved in that internal revolt that caused you to be arrested. How would you like me to deal with him now?”

I realized that my life now was being left to this madman Ashley to decide, a man who I had initially done a lot to help, but then betrayed. I hadn’t told anyone that I was coming to Number 7’s house, but he wouldn’t know this. I wouldn’t be surprised if Major Ashley was followed here, so that if anything happened to me he could be brought to trial for this as well. I figured he must be aware of this possibility.

I was just about out of air due to that plastic bag. I looked over at Major Ashley as I was starting to thrash around to try to get that plastic bag off so I could get some air, all to no avail. He was looking at me, but I couldn’t read his face. I wondered what his decision would be.

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Author’s note: OK, readers. You get to make the call. What do you think Major Ashley will do?