By felon

I had received lots of attention by several tops over the past few days. It seems a special gathering is planned for this weekend. As I indicated several messages ago, although this apartment is small there were other parts of the building that I did not have access to. Today there were men in those rooms moving furniture around and doing some kind of construction. They must have access through an outside door as they were not in my quarters at all.

The paramedic and his buddy, also some kind of assistant or nurse, arrived again and spread-eagled me on the bondage table. The IV was inserted in my arm, and I was given two more injections in the crotch that resulted in an instant hardon that would not stop. I was shaved again slippery smooth, and whatever was dripping into my veins was very relaxing.

Not much conversation was being exchanged, as my legs were released and pulled up while a large butt plug was lubed and being inserted. One of the guys commented that the plug looked like the size of Junior’s cock at the camp party this summer. Then the other guy said that I would be seeing an old buddy of mine — Dwight, the escapee was to be in attendance this weekend as well. It seems several subs were “invited” to the weekend event. So after they had finished their body shaves, etc., they proceeded to remove the IV, insert a cath into my semi-hard dick and leave me restrained on the table. Needless to say I was in a very relaxed state when they left. I could see the camera on the ceiling directly over me and wondered just who was watching me now. So I laid there totally trussed and helpless, when I heard the door behind me unlock and a blast of cold air hit my naked flesh.

Another one of the men from the farm camp showed up. He was in his early seventies I would guess and obviously had some cop or military backround. When he bent over the table to look at my leg tat, I could see his gun holster and badge. I had long since lost control of my cock and it was as hard as a rock. He fingered my nips and called someone while he stood there. Whoever he was speaking with was watching me on camera and indicated that my nips needed to be worked before Junior arrived on Saturday. Who in the hell was Junior? He took a picture of my leg and wrist tat with his cell phone. then he unzipped his fatigues and took his drooling cock and jacked it a few times. Then he told me to clean it off with my mouth while we waited for his partner to arrive.

While he was waiting, he used a key on his belt ring to unlock one of the doors in the building that I did not have access to. I was unable to see the contents of the room but could smell fresh paint. In less than a half hour I heard the sound of another car door outside the apartment. The door was unlocked and in walked another large-bodied man, in his 60s. He was the buddy of the guy that was in the adjacent room. He walked over to me on the table and commented that I had better get rested up for the weekend. Apparently he had been watching me being prepped through the camera system all day today. He also proceeded to examine my ankle device, which had been charging while I was restrained on the table. His buddy came back into the room and the two of them carried on a conversation as if I was not even in the room. The only information I gleaned from the men was that Dwight was due to arrive tonight and a special table had been prepared for him in the adjacent room. The two men also discussed future plans for Dwight.

The new arrival said he wanted to fuck me before the weekend party, and the two proceeded to unzip strip and jack their cocks in anticipation. I have to imagine there were others watching from the camera mounted above. After the deed was done, I fully expected to be taken off the table, but that was not to be the case. A large black butt plug was inserted, and I was left cathed while they both had a beer and left for the night. I was alone, it was quiet, extremely quiet in the room and one of the men returned and indicated he forget to administer some medication. In the drawer, under the table, he pulled out a syringe and gave me shot in the ass. I could feel the med starting to relax me and eventually I was completely knocked out.

I dont know how long I was out of it, but sometime during the night, the two paramedics showed up with Dwight, strapped in a padded chair on wheels. Our eyes met, he was gaged with a humane restraint gag and I could see the terror in his eyes. Or perhaps his eyes had been dilated as they were extremely wide and teary. He looked exhausted, when he was wheeled at the foot of my bondage table. He too was cathed, with a matching ankle device and fully shaved. His right arm had an additional tat, a barbed wire band. I could not see if his leg had the matching tat. He was trying to communicate, but it was all gibberish. We were both told not to go anywhere and were left alone as the front door was slammed shut.

On close examination it looks like he had endured some physical torture and both of his nips had extensive needle marks and were very swollen.

I was very uncomfortable due to the large plug in my ass. He had some kind of plug in his ass also, connected to a remote tens-type device. We spent the rest of the night staring at each other, and I finally drifted off to sleep.

At the first light of day my P.O. arrived, with “breakfast.” Some kind of liquid concoction mixed with pills that he proceeded to crush and then pour into the blender. Both of us were so thirsty as that point that we gulped down the blend as it was poured down our throats. We were both told that we would not be having any solid food for a few days.

So WTF is up? We are being prepped for some kind of action.