By CFlex

The former Divide County Deputies weren’t staring at each other for more than a few seconds. Partly out of fear, but mostly out of embarrassment, their eyes broke the stare and began a head to toe visual inventory of each other. This was more than the “sizing up” glance men gave to each other in hundreds of locker rooms everyday. While it was difficult for both of them, Luke Owens was overwhelmed and disgusted by what he had seen and what he was seeing.

And each time their eyes met it was obvious, the eyes never lie. In front of him hung Alan Grant. Grant’s cock still purple and pulsing in its clearer-than-crystal prison. Even though he couldn’t see it from where he was suspended, Luke knew those pulses were happening every time Grant’s ass was tugging on that obscene plug. What put Luke over the edge was the way Grant’s mouth was suckling the cock stuffed into his mouth. Clearly, Grant was enjoying himself! “Fucking faggot!” was the message his eyes were broadcasting.

Grant’s eyes sensed the disdain in Luke’s eyes. With his head now free to move, Grant began shaking his head furiously. His eyes certainly weren’t going to convince Luke that, despite how it looked, he was in agony. Especially from the sensitive area behind the head of his cock which was now ringed with needle-sharp spikes.

What Grant didn’t realize was the fire burning pain on his cock, with no way to move away from it, was focusing all of his attention. He would be ‘spared’ from feeling the itching that was spreading over every inch of his sealed up body. He quickly gave up trying to communicate his misery. Luke was going to find out soon enough that his body was going to betray him in ways he didn’t think were possible.

For now, Luke kept up the kicking. The prep team was able to stay out of striking range, but they needed to get things moving along, and that started with securing the man’s arms and legs into a taut X shape. Waters directed Holstrom to cover the man’s nose with Rapture. Luke couldn’t see Holstrom coming from behind. When he did notice, it was too late. Luke’s body began to relax.

“NO! Don’t let up, we need to keep him pliable until his arms and legs are secured, so keep that rag right on his nose,” ordered Waters. His voice changed to a tone of respect when he asked Tersend if they could remove the cup from the man. Tersend said “just don’t cut it off, we’ll be able to use it again.” Waters and Styvers began to pull the cup with its 4 inch wide waistband down the man’s hips. It was hung up on something. Even some sharp tugs on the cup didn’t quite do the trick. The tugs did cause some muted sounds from the suspended man, almost sounds of pleasure.

Tersend ordered the now extra security detail to take the truck and go retrieve the civilian’s vehicle.

Waters gave the waistband, which tapered into the thong, a closer inspection where it went down the man’s ass crack. “Oh,” he said, “I see what we’re hung up on. Do you remember the cups on the Alabama boys, Styvers? This one is a bit more involved. Look.” Styvers looked and said “That’s what Tersend meant by ‘punishment cup’, part of it goes up the guy’s ass.” Tersend was walking towards the rack and quickly corrected Styvers. “It’s actually called a discipline cup. It keeps the security team disciplined because they’ll do anything to avoid wearing one. They’re custom fit to each security man, well, the front part is, but we keep some generic ones around, too. They all come with a cock shaped plug built into the thong.” Styvers grabbed the base of the thong where it entered the man and began to pull the dildo out at an angle. It took a good amount of pressure, but the cock began to pull free. “No lube on it,” thought Styvers, “that had to hurt going in.”

Grant watched them force the cup off of the barely fighting Luke. The ringleader had shown back up, so now it was a team of four. Maybe it would go quicker for Luke. It did. Within seconds, Luke’s ankle cuffs were installed and his legs secured, same with his wrists. With the bar on Luke’s pelvic bone pulling his hips back and away from his X spread arms and legs, Grant saw why he couldn’t gain any traction to free himself earlier. Poor Luke was pulled back at the hips as if his body was a bow being drawn. Grant knew what was next. He also knew that Luke, slowly recovering from the inhalant he himself desperately craved right now, would fail at his attempts to buck free.

Reality was coming into focus for Luke just as the four men had finished rubbing something on every part of his skin. “Fuck! That was nice!” Luke was entranced with the firm and meaty grips massaging his body. “Did I enjoy that? NO! NO! NO! I did not enjoy being massaged by the strong hands. Of course not!” His legs were bent. Really bent. His ass cheeks were spread further apart than when he took shits on a camping trip without any TP. The contraption they had put on him after foiling his escape was painful. He knew this was going to be worse. Much worse.

The prep team used J Lube, like they were supposed to, before plugging Luke. They weren’t about to skip procedures with Tersend watching their every move. Holstrom was making every motion deliberate and methodical. Even with the J Lube all around and within Luke’s semi-virgin hole, which was still red from the unlubricated forced entry of the discipline cup, the plug insertion was painful. And just like on Grant, they only moved the first few inches in then let Luke’s hole stretch a bit. Grant heard Luke’s wailing from behind the muzzle. Luke had no place left to plead and looked directly into Grant’s eyes once more. This time the message they broadcast was fear and agony. Then his eyeballs rolled up into their sockets and Luke passed out. With no time for games, and not much of an audience to frighten anyway, Waters let the machine drive the plug home.

Grant was glad his friend had passed out. He missed the first enema cycle completely, only regaining consciousness as the second cycle was almost completely emptied. The third enema cycle was the one laced with Rocket Cock. Luke was about to figure out that Grant had never enjoyed the torments inflicted on his body. With the leak test over and Luke’s body back into a taut X, Jason saw a similar erection building on the second racked man. He knew this couldn’t be a coincidence. He wondered if the erections were painful or sensitive. Probably both. With a four man team prepping, he would find out soon enough.

Luke had never had an enema before. He didn’t think his belly was capable of expanding so much. He also couldn’t believe the pressure and cramping it was causing. The last time his gut felt like this he had been down with the flu and had extended, painful, and uncontrollable diarrhea. But there was nowhere for this liquid to go. It was plugged inside of him. Then a pumping sound started and the pressure began to go down. “Thank God! A moment of relief,” Luke thought. He was going to savor the relief. Wait, maybe he was savoring it too much. Luke was pretty sure he felt his cock twitch.

His cock had twitched. Now Luke could feel himself growing. “NO!” This wasn’t happening. This could not be happening. Luke felt his guts churn once more and his ass pinched a little tighter around the new plug. A few seconds later it happened again. And again. Luke couldn’t make it stop! It was happening against his will. Luke knew he was harder than he had ever been in his life. Now he could feel his burning cock twitch every time he involuntarily rode his plug a little tighter. “What have they done to me?” Luke thought, “What have they done to both of us?” He was overcome with guilt for thinking his friend had been sexually aroused by the plug. Because he was hammering away on his own plug like a champ. Grant was both relieved and embarrassed at what was happening to Luke.

Jason couldn’t believe how quickly the second Deputy was getting coated. They would be finished within minutes and then ready to plug and seal him up, too. Two vehicles pulled up, the extra security detail was back. The truck that Tersend had been driving and the civilian’s Bronco. Tersend grabbed his phone and called for an additional tow unit. The company said they were jammed up and wouldn’t have any enclosed trailers available until the next afternoon. Tersend didn’t want to risk leaving the Bronco, but he didn’t want the risk of it being seen in his transport convoy, either. He began pacing around the Bronco trying to come up with a plan. He caught a glimpse of a shiny business card on the ground next to the driver’s door.

“Fucking sloppy you idiots!” Tersend barked. He pointed at one of the men that had been driving. “You go back to where you found this vehicle and sanitize the area. Make certain nothing else has fallen out of it. And you,” pointing to the other security man, “go back to your rooms and bring back each of your discipline cups. You two are going to be reminded of your fuck up for the next week, too. I’ll have both of your rooms unlocked remotely by the time you get there. MOVE!” The men were obviously shaken by the turn of events, but didn’t dare risk more than a week in the painful looking cups and got moving immediately with a “Yes Sir!” Tersend looked over the business card. It read:

 

Jason Browning

Director of Recruiting and Retention

Greater Dakotas Human Resources

Sanjel Corporation 

 

Tersend made another phone call to his superior. This wasn’t common behavior for Tersend. He was well compensated because he was capable of making decisions. But this was different, maybe a promotion opportunity.

“Sorry to bother you again, Mr Weyburn.”

“No, I don’t know why Zahl hasn’t gotten back to you yet.”

“Of course, Mr Weyburn, just as soon as we finish up here.”

“I think I may have found a way of stabilizing our pipeline in this region.”

Tersend and the conversation wandered off, away from the packaging rack. A few minutes had passed. By the time the prep team, Jason, and the security detail could make out what was being said as Tersend got nearer, the conversation was coming to a close.

“Thanks Mr Weyburn, I’m glad you agree.”

“That’s the other bonus. Not only do you still gain three, but I get rid of the weak link. This op won’t be back into the field for another few months, we’ll have a replacement trained by then.”

Tersend approached the security detail guarding Jason. He motioned for Waters to join them. He had a short conversation with the group that the rest of the prep team couldn’t make out. They were too busy toiling away at the packaging process to notice. The jack stands were already being kicked away. The two former Deputies were now a matched set. Looking directly at each other as they swayed, sucking away on the cocks in their mouths.

When the remaining security team got back, a third prep rack was already built and the winch cable was ready to do another hoist. But then something odd happened. Tersend went back to the quad cab and returned with a long pistol in his hand. Just as Holstrom was dismounting the ATV, Tersend leveled the pistol at him and squeezed the trigger. There wasn’t a loud report. Instead it sounded just slightly louder than a pellet gun. Holstrom had no idea what was going on, he was still overly focused on his work. Then he felt a sting on the back of his right thigh. He swatted at it, expecting to feel a wasp, but he crumpled to the ground before he could complete the motion.

“You two over here,” Tersend beckoned at the surprised security team that had just arrived. “Get this man stripped and cupped,” pointing at Jason, “after that, get the head rig off of him. DO NOT let him run away.” The men that had been briefed on what was going to happen let go and walked away when the other team got control of Jason. They approached the still mass of Holstrom laying next to the newest rack. “This stuff is a low dose,” explained Tersend, “we’ll have about 20 minutes before he regains full use of his muscles. He may look knocked out, but he can hear everything we’re saying, and will feel everything we do to him. He just won’t be able to move. It’s a prototype paralysis dart the labs came up with. I’ve been looking for an opportunity to try it out.”

Holstrom heard everything Tersend had just said. As advertised, he couldn’t respond, not even with an eye wink. The prep process went extremely quick with Holstrom. By the time he came out of the paralysis, Holstrom couldn’t move his muscles anyway. They were already up to his chest with the plastic. He was beyond angry at his ‘teammates’. They had been friends for years. So much for loyalty. Now they were just following orders. Holstrom wasn’t really angry at Styvers and Waters for plugging and encasing him in an immobilizing plastic prison. He had fantasized about it actually. What was driving his fear now was the unknown. He knew his former life was over. He just didn’t know what his new life would be…

…The conglomerate Holstrom had worked for was vast. It ran operations around the globe. He was part of a North and South American enterprise that went on collection operations lasting about three weeks roughly once a quarter. What they collected were men. Men of every race and nationality. Ages spanned from the early twenties to early fifties. The only common thread about the men they collected was their level of fitness. They were all in great shape, purposely harvested from groups of hard laborers. This transport team would soon be on its way to the home base in the northern Mexican state of Coahuila. In less than a week, it would discharge its new inventory into the heart of the modern campus. The team would debrief for at least another week, then disband until the next collection op. There wouldn’t be a debrief for Holstrom this time. He was now part of the inventory.

The problem is he didn’t know what became of the inventory. When he was trained in Coahuila, he never got to see all of the campus. It was enormous. Modern warehouses, laboratories, classrooms. It had its own medical facility, shopping, entertainment, recreation centers, you name it. The place was like a military base. The thousands of employees that worked at the complex and called it home could want for nothing. They all had their own fully furnished homes in beautifully manicured subdivisions. There was a significant security presence on the complex. Fences, walls, cameras, and the armed men in jumpsuits kept prying eyes away from where they didn’t belong.

The employees on the extraction and collections teams had modest apartments near the training centers, but didn’t live on the campus full time. They could if they wanted, and would have gotten their own home. Once fully trained, they only spent a couple of months at the facility every year, so most opted to maintain a life of some normalcy with their previous existence.

There were always rumors floating around about what happened to the men that were captured. They ranged from medical experimentation to organ harvesting, cloning, and slavery. But Holstrom and the men he trained with gave it little thought. As long as the generous direct deposits into their Cayman accounts continued, they knew better than to ask questions…

…The fluid flooding into his mouth brought much needed relief. Holstrom knew that the priming pump causing the flooding would stop, but the enriched nourishment it had already delivered would jump-start his sucking reaction. He didn’t care. He welcomed the much needed quenching.

Waters began using the crane to load the racked men onto the back of the quad cab. Grant went first. Waters never was a good crane operator. Grant’s rack got tossed around violently. At one point, Grant’s encased left shin was slammed directly into the 5MM exposed metal edge of the quad cab’s truck bed. That impact would have left a compound fracture and the lower half of the calf dangling on an unsealed leg. It left only a scratch on the plastic. The scratch could be blended back into a piano gloss clear finish with one of the activator lights.

Grant thought the crane was yet another way to cause his body harm. His immobilized form was forcefully lifted, lowered, and swung on its rack. When he saw the imminent crash of his left shin into the razor thin edge of the truck bed, he thought “At least this will bring some relief from the spikes embedded behind my cock head.” Instead, all that Grant felt was pressure on the front of his left leg. He was positioned on the truck bed and his rack secured. The rack may have been secured, but his trapped form was free to swing on the S hooks under his shoulders. That was such an odd and helpless feeling.

Owens and Holstrom were next. Their crane lifting was much less comical. Then the ATV that Holstrom had been riding was lifted onto the truck. The trailer it had been pulling was just daisy chained onto one of the other trailers. The prep site was cleared of any discarded clothing or debris. This ground was hard and dry enough that they wouldn’t need to rake over any tracks or footprints. Just as everyone was ready to clear, Tersend announced “Gentlemen, when you were recruited and trained, it was made abundantly clear how important it is we keep our operations clandestine. Part of that is always following procedures. That didn’t happen tonight. Your actions have consequences. I suggest that if you don’t want to be racked and packed yourselves,” glancing at Holstrom on the truck bed, “you rethink your commitment to following established procedures. Waters, did you keep some J Lube out?”

The security detail let out audible groans. There was even an “oh fuck” muttered. Tersend hadn’t forgotten about the discipline cups after all. “Everybody in a jumpsuit better be out of it and naked in the next minute!” All of the security men got undressed immediately. Tersend tossed the naked men their discipline cups. It was a nice show of leaping and flexing manflesh as they grabbed for the cups. Waters walked over to the men holding an open topped container of J Lube. He told them to put just the tip of the cock shaped plugs into the slimy stuff, stressing to not get any on their hands. None of these men had ever worn their discipline cups, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what went where. The level of humiliation these studs were feeling was off the charts.

The wide waistbands were now up to each man’s hips. They looked at each other as if wondering who was going to go first. “I didn’t tell any of you to take a pause,” ordered Tersend, “quit trying to put off the inevitable. I don’t care if you’ve never had anything up your asses before.”

One of the men squatted slightly. The tip of the plug was resting on his quivering ass opening. The look on his face was priceless. “At least the men on the racks didn’t have a choice,” he thought, “I’m impaling myself in front of my peers!” His eyes were squinted and his mouth gritted in pain as he forced the cock shaped plug into himself. All of a sudden his expression changed. His mouth fell open with a loud “uhg.” His eyes got as wide as saucers. Waters knew exactly what the man was going through. Any man that’s been plugged always has the same startled look on their face when a butt plug seats itself. They’re astonished that their sphincter so readily snaps shut around the narrow base, keeping the intruder in place.

Tersend clapped when the show was finally over. “Those stay on until you get ready for bed and go back on first thing after you’ve showered. You’ll feel like you’ve got to take a shit all day. The discomfort is the point. These cups are slightly different than your daily wear cups.” He paused and with a wide grin added, “well, aside from the obvious.” Still unable to hide his grin, he continued, “since these stay on all day, you’re eventually going to need to piss. The fronts are an identical mold to your daily cups except there’s a weep hole built in where the tip of your cock rests. You boys are going to learn what it’s like to pee sitting down. The constant agitation on your prostate as you walk is going to get you aroused. That brings up another difference in these cups I forgot to mention. You probably don’t feel it just yet, but there are tiny raised bumps all around the tips of your cocks. I guarantee you’ll feel them when you harden up. Now get back into your uniforms.”

The mini convoy drove off to the main convoy. The security teams trotted away to their own convoy. Tersend was right about the bumps. Each security man was definitely feeling their stiffening manhood press harder against the bumps. They started making funny steps, trying to find a walking movement that put less pressure on their prostates. Tersend giggled at their torture.

Tersend, the unfortunate cupped civilian, and a 2021 Ford Bronco were all that remained in the area that had once hosted so much activity. Tersend told Jason to get dressed and not to try anything funny. As soon as Jason had his shoes tied, he bolted. Tersend sighed, pointed the pistol, and fired. Before Jason heard the hiss of the compressed air, he felt the sting in his lower back. Tersend loaded the paralyzed man into the Bronco’s passenger seat and drove off towards the main convoy.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Tersend was saying to the man crumpled into the passenger seat, “I thought we were getting off to a fresh start. I still think you’ll come around to my way of thinking, I’m just going to use more tools of persuasion.”

The convoy was made up of over a dozen truck tractors and semi trailers. Some were enclosed and some were flatbeds. On the outside, the trailers were plastered with familiar company logos. The DOT numbers and registrations would all come back to reputable trucking companies if they were ever inspected. Their cargo manifests were impeccable. There really wasn’t anything that would garner these trucks any extra attention. It was what was on the inside that made them so very special.

The flatbed quad cab rolled up next to one of the trailers. Its flatbed was raised so it was at the same height of the trailer. A set of doors hissed open and a driverless electric forklift emerged. It picked up Luke’s rack first, spun around and went back into the trailer. Luke was facing forward as he entered the trailer. If he had any hope left, it vanished with what he saw.

There were at least seven men in a single file row, hanging from S hooks just like his. Encased from their spreader barred feet up to their collars in unmoving shiny plastic, just like him.

Red and blue hoses sprouting from their asses and their plastic covered, engorged and pulsing purple cocks, just like him.

The unmistakable sucking motion of their mouths on unseen life-like cocks stuffed into them, just like him.

They were all facing the same direction, spaced about a foot apart. Luke’s rack was turned so that it was at 90 degrees to the other racks. This made it possible for the robotic forklift to fit the rack through the space on the side of the racks and the trailer wall.

Luke was almost silently whisked past the seven doomed forms. Each of the men turning to look and trading glances of misery with him as he went by. After the last rack there was a void the robot rolled into. Luke’s rack was turned back 90 degrees so he was facing the plugged backside of the man in front of him. The rack was lowered and clicked into place on the trailer floor. The blue and red hoses on the bottom of his rack’s upright joining perfectly with receptacles in the floor. A robotic arm from the forklift reached up and grabbed a black hose coming from the ceiling. It gave the hose a twist and it clicked right into the base of the cylinder mounted over Luke’s left shoulder. Green LEDs illuminated from the base of Luke’s rack. The robot’s cameras acknowledged the successful installation of another rack and it quietly rolled back to the entryway.

Luke hung there in silence. Sucking away on the cock in his mouth. Gripping and releasing the plug that invaded his ass and causing his crimson cock to pulse in rhythm. He looked around. The interior had gleaming walls, floor, and ceiling. It reminded him of a hospital, everything so clean and organized. The gentle hum of machinery was the only noise he could hear. About the only thing to see moving was the plug pistoning in the man’s ass in front of him. Other than that, the man even kept his head still. All of a sudden, the man thrust his head towards the ceiling and groaned in anger. “Did his plasticked form just sway a bit on it’s hooks?” Thought Luke. “I wonder what’s wrong with him.” And then he noticed the itching inside his own shell. It was mild at first, but kept building in intensity. He itched everywhere. There was no escape! Luke looked up at the ceiling and groaned in anger, too.

© 2021 CFlex

 

Metal would like to thank the author, CFlex, for this story, which is posted here with his permission.