The Compound

“I got another one for you, Mr. Connor,” the toothless driver called out.

From the Control Room over the main gates, Dr. Robert Connor shook his head at the stupidity of the driver. Sure, the compound was a good 15 miles from the next piece of property, and that was the edge of a cattle ranch, trespassers were an occasional problem using their ATVs or dirt bikes on the lonely parched soil of rural Oregon. Despite his annoyance with his redneck delivery boy, he had performed his job admirably, and Dr. Connor flipped a switch and the massive steel gate began grind open. The prison inspired gate took almost a full minute to open all the way. The truck restarted its engine and drove into the waiting bay.

The compound had been designed around a single entrance with two gates, an inner and an outer. The area between became a secure loading area, allowing the boys to be loaded and unloaded from the waiting truck without risking escape. Above the loading area, Dr. Connor built the Control Room, which doubled as his office. From there, he could survey the entrance and the entire compound.

“So what do you have for me today?” Robert asked his late teen delivery boy.

“Well, I found these two boys kayaking on the Deschutes. They said they drove themselves out here, so no one is gonna miss them for a while.”

“And what happened to their kayaks?”

“I left them on a the side of the river where they were having lunch.”

“Good job. Now let’s get them processed.”

Robert readied a 9mm pistol as John, the delivery boy, opened the dual doors of the canopy. Inside, the two boys were cowering next to the cab, each holding his knees between his arms.

“OK, you,” Robert ordered as he pointed his pistol at the blond boy, “come here.” The boy did not move. “Now,” was all Robert added and the boy began to crawl out of the truck.

“Good. Now strip.”

The blond boy peeled the shirt off himself. He looked to be about eighteen, with a light build and clearly defined abdomen and chest. He hesitated for a second before dropping his pants. He stood in the enclosed bay wearing only his plaid boxers, his eyes downcast onto the cement floor.

“Boxers too,” Robert commanded.

The boy’s face flushed, but he quickly dropped his shorts revealing a slightly larger than average flaccid penis with cropped pubic hair and a shaved scrotum.

“Stand against the wall over there,” Robert ordered indicating the sidewall in front of him. “Now you, get out here.”

The darker haired boy looked to be the same age with the same popular haircut that would normally be gelled to stand up in the front, but the kayaking had stripped both of the boys of the hair gel. “Now strip.”

The darker haired boy stripped quickly, exposing his very boyish skin almost without hesitation. His cock, unlike the blond’s, was uncircumcised and was also much thicker. His pubic hair was also not shaved, and he had some abdominal hair, unlike the blond. Both boys appeared to be of largely English stock.

“OK, now hand on your heads.” Robert pressed a remote control button in his pocket and the inner door began to slide open. “Through the gate.” Slowly the boys walked through the opening gate before them.

* * *

The main compound was arranged around a central building and was surrounded by a high concrete wall, which only the main gate penetrated. There were two other buildings, one on either side of the central building. Robert marched the boys into the left building, which was simply a series of cells along a central corridor. Each one was assigned to a soundproof cell.

* * *

Mark, the blond boy, lay alone in his cell. Twice a day, a small hatch opened and a tray of food was slid in. For the first few days, Mark took every opportunity to masturbate, simply as a way of passing the time. Despite his fear at being imprisoned, he had little else to do to occupy the endless days.

On the fourth day, however, Robert entered his cell. Of course, he didn’t know Robert’s name, nor who he was beyond the man who had imprisoned him, but despite, or perhaps because of that, the man in the shirt and tie terrified him.

“Good afternoon, Mark.” Mark stared at him in shock that he knew his name. “Oh don’t be so surprised. I do have your wallet. Anyway, I would suggest you not masturbate for the next week or so. Consider that friendly advice.”

For rest of the day, Mark did not masturbate once. Then, slowly, over the next week, Mark was back to masturbating a few times a day.

* * *

Justin, the dark-haired boy was normally masturbating at least three times a day, but during his captivity, he was so depressed, he did not even touch his cock, much less masturbate. He also stopped eating almost entirely and was looking even more boyish when Robert came to get him.

“Come with me, Justin.”

The boy was led down the hall of cells into the main compound and into the central building. As soon as the door opened, he saw Mark strapped to a chair with his legs tied far apart and a strange machine positioned in front of him.

“Sit.”

Reluctantly, Justin sat and watched as each of his arms and legs were strapped into the chair. Robert then reached up and began to fondle his scrotum. Instantly he became aroused and his thick cock rose from his lower abdomen.

As his cock was still growing, Justin watched his captor wheel a machine in between his legs. Taking his young cock, his captor pushed it into a tube and adjusted the angle of the tube before locking it into place. Then, Justin felt his low hanging balls be pulled through a hole in the seat. He felt his balls being moved around and various materials touching his sack, but it did not hurt. Looking over at Mark, Justin could see he was similarly arranged.

“OK, boys. Here is the deal. I have two screens behind me, these will play porn, both bi. You have probably noticed the tubes on your cocks; these are simply sex toys I bought online and mounted onto a mobile rack so you can thrust into them, as you want. Oh, they have one other modification—they can count how many times you cum. Now this is the interesting part. The first one to cum three times wins and may enjoy his stay with the women in the other building. I should note that these are all very attractive girls who I keep just for the victors of these games. The loser, however, has a grave price to pay—I suggest you avoid losing. Now, let’s see who is manlier.”

Robert flipped a switch and the room was filled with the hum of sex machines.

Justin felt the machine on his cock come to life massaging his underused penis; it felt like it was being sucked and jerked off at the same time. He began to thrust into the eager machine with his athletic hips.

Mark had jerked off just hours before this contest and now understood why he had been warned. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his friend fucking the machine enthusiastically and in an effort to keep up with his friend, began thrusting his own hips into the machine.

Justin had only been thrusting for a few minutes before he felt his balls try to retract through the seat. A few thrusts later, and his eyes were closed as he shot rope after rope into the humming machine.

Mark watched in horror as Justin blew his wad into the clear tube, but watching his friend, whom he had always had a secret crush on get off put him over the edge, and he too began to fire into the sex toy.

Justin had never felt anything like the machine, which kept sucking and stroking him after he shot. Being 18 and horny, he became aroused again quickly, and began to enjoy the feeling of the unstoppable machine on his shaft.

Mark concentrated on the boyish guy fucking the blond chick in the leftmost movie. Justin closed his eyes, however, and imagined fucking his ex-girlfriend doggie-style, feeling her breasts as he fucked her tight cunt from behind. Again, he felt the juices ready to explode from his cock and when the stroking action next hit his glans, he started spewing.

Mark watched Justin cum again and started to really get into it. Within a minute, he was shooting again.

Justin leaned back and let the machine start to excite him again. He was breathing hard and the machine just didn’t feel good for a minute or so. Then, he started to enjoy the stroking as he started to get turned on again by the porn.

Mark, however, was exhausted. The machine was no longer pleasurable, but almost painful as it continued to work his spent cock. Even watching Justin was not doing much any more for him.

Justin watched the Asian guy with a big cock fuck the petite Asian chick and he wished he was that guy. The girl’s face was staring at the camera and she orgasmed. Watching her climax brought him over the edge and he came for the third time, his hips bucking wildly as his raw penis was stroked. Then suddenly, when Justin had stopped bucking, the machines both turned off, and the screens went black.

“I am impressed, Justin,” Robert said. He reached down and released something and Justin’s balls hung free. Robert carefully pulled the tender flesh through the hole in the chair. Justin leaned back and basked in the warm feeling of total sexual satiation.

“Mark, I told you that the price for losing was grave. I think you will understand how true that is.”

Robert reached under Mark’s seat and pressed a small button. There was a hum, but nothing seemed to be happening at first. Then Mark felt the cold metal touch his left ball. It didn’t hurt, but when he felt another piece hit his right ball, he knew that they were closing. And then he realized the price of losing.

“Oh, god no! I will do anything, don’t do this!” he begged.

Robert said nothing and Justin looked on in confusion; nothing was visibly wrong.

Mark’s balls touched each other for the first time, and they slid out of each other’s way. But the clamps soon trapped them anyway, and Mark felt metal on both sides of each ball. He began to cry then, not out of pain, but out of despair. He tried frantically to pull his balls through, but they would not budge at all.

Then the real pain began.

The pressure on his balls felt like they were being crushed, like when Tommy, the junior high bully, grabbed his balls and squeezed. But instead of letting them go so he could curl up and cry, the pressure only increased. Mark screamed. The pain was unimaginable. He could imagine them flattening under the pressure, but there was still too little pressure on them to flatten them. As the pressure mounted, Mark lost his voice. Justin knew something horrible was happening, but was too terrified to say anything.

Suddenly, Mark’s eyes bugged out and he let out a primal scream, his left ball exploded. As he continued to scream, his right exploded as well and his sack was left completely flat.

**to be continued.