Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 16:27:57 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: To Folsum and Beyond, part 7

To Folsum and Beyond, Part 7 by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of
Security.

NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male
sex, if such matters offend you, please exit.  Also, actions of a sexual
nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe
sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.

Dr. Tom Pratt was not about to do a dance of joy, but if the results of the
tests he ran were conclusive, he just might.  One of his best friends, Eric
Stout, had been suffering from mysterious infections and pains since an
emergency appendectomy in San Francisco a few days prior.  He saw his
friend become very pale and weak. He was not recovering normally from the
operation at all.  The infections were not directly related to the surgery
but complicated by it and the reverse.  He sat in his office completing the
day's paperwork before meeting his partner for a workout at Eric's house.

Dan arrived on time and the two men got ready to leave.  Tom picked up the
phone and programmed it to page him at Eric's.  He wanted this information
to follow him and was too anxious to wait.  He and Dan met Marsh at Eric's
and proceeded to change into their gym clothes.  Marsh explained that Eric
did a bit of work after coming home from the hospital after the tests but
went to nap, complaining how tired he was.  Tom decided to let him sleep
while the men worked out.  Rest was vital if Eric was going to recover.
The two men pumped iron for nearly two hours before heading up to one of
the guestrooms to shower.  Dan was eager to get his butt plugged by the
Doc's thick dick and led the way upstairs.  Marsh was still in the office
shuffling papers.

"You still here?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard from Red and Tom yet and was waiting for you to
check on the big man in there."

"Well, let me shower and calm Dan down a bit and I'll check on him."

"Hey Tom, come here."  Dan was calling from Eric's room.  Tom and Marsh
went to see what he needed.

"I heard him coughing and popped my head in to say hello.  He's burning up
and bearly awake." Dan waved them down the hall.

Tom walked across the room and felt Eric's forehead.  It was extremely hot.
Marsh brought the thermometer. Tom checked his vital signs while the
thermometer did its job.  "105, this isn't good.  He's really incoherent.
We need to get him back to the hospital.  I'll call an ambulance and get
things moving.  Dan see if you can pull together his shower and bathroom
stuff."  Marsh was already out the door and on his cell phone trying to
leave a message for Tom and Red.

A few minutes later the ambulance came and carried Eric back to the
hospital.  Tom Pratt accompanied Dan back to the hospital and went to work.
Dan used Tom's office phone to call Kyle and Mark.  They had not heard from
the Chicago boys either.  As he was hanging up, Tom's fax modem lit up and
processed a report.  Dan noticed the top mentioned Eric and the results of
the test Tom had run.  He ran down the hall to admitting and located
Dr. Pratt.  Tom finished giving instructions to the staff and followed Dan
back to his office.  He began reading the test results and immediately
called back to the emergency room.  Dan didn't understand a thing the
doctor said but took from the tone that they needed to be very careful in
their treatment of Eric.

Marsh checked with the two companies with which Tom and Red had had
appointments.  The first place was already closed for the day and he simply
left a message.  The receptionist at the second said they had been there
and left, or so she thought.  The boss wasn't there and she didn't know
when he would be back or where to reach him.  She sounded too daffy to
believe.  Marsh left the number by the phone to try again in the morning.
The phone at Darrell and Ron's was quickly picked up.  Darrell hadn't heard
from Red either but said he would also leave a message.  He asked if there
was anything he and Ron could do besides wait.  Marsh sighed and said no
that was about it.  Marsh then called Bill and Steve's number in Chicago.
Bill finally answered.

"Haven't heard from them Marsh.  They were to call us about working out and
dinner.  We haven't had any messages.  I know they were going to go see a
guy this afternoon that I don't particularly trust but I don't think there
is cause for alarm.  They could simply be out shopping or hanging out
somewhere.  Steve and I will go over to the hotel and check on the room and
also at the office where they were to be.  We'll let you know.

Marsh sat at the desk waiting for Kyle and Mark to arrive.  He phoned home
to let Jack know what was going on and then impatiently waited for news.
Kyle and Mark came in after classes and promised to stay by the phone in
case anyone called.  They went downstairs to workout and monitor the phone
from there.  Marsh met Jack at the hospital and tracked down Dan in Tom
Pratt's office.  There wasn't any new information on Eric other than he was
running an extremely high fever and seemed to be very incoherent.  Tom was
somewhere in the hospital working on a plan of treatment to try on Eric.
Marsh and Jack ran out to get something to eat and bring food back for Dan
and the doctor.  Jack tried to calm Marsh over the fact that the guys in
Chicago had not called.  They could be in any of a hundred places and he
shouldn't worry.

Bill and Steve drove over to Red and Tom's hotel and checked the room.  A
friend of theirs who worked there opened the room and everything was neat
and clean.  There was no sign they had been there since leaving for their
appointments in the morning.  Bill left a written note on the TV and phones
figuring one of them would get their attention.  They left to drive past
the offices of the company where the two men had business that morning.
The place seemed to be closed for the day.  There were a couple of lights
on inside but they seemed to be more for security than from someone
actually being there.  As they drove around the side, they saw what
appeared to be Tom's truck parked in a fenced in area.  They got out and
walked around until they could get a better look.  Only a couple of numbers
from the plate were visible because of the angle at which it was parked.

Steve called Marsh and gave him the numbers and asked if he could find out
the license plate from home records or from Vic.  Marsh called Vic to get
that ball rolling and was told he would call right back.  Marsh and Jack
waited for the takeout order for Dan and Tom and then headed back to the
hotel.  As they were sitting with Dan, Marsh's phone rang.  It was Vic
saying that the two numbers on the plate matched Tom's.  He would call
police friends in Chicago and have them check it out.  Marsh then called
Bill and Steve to tell them the news.  They had gone back to the hotel but
still there was no sign of the boys.  Vic had his friends call them about
the truck.  They drove back to the warehouse building to meet the cops but
when they pulled around to the side of the building the truck was gone.
The cops thought that maybe Tom and Red had come back.  They suggested
monitoring the hotel room and messages.  If the two young men did not
contact anyone within 6 - 8 hours, they would then begin searching for
them.  Bill and Steve weren't particularly happy with that decision and
began looking on their own with the aid of Tony and Dwayne.

Bill called Vic and gave him the update.  Vic wasn't happy either but
admitted it was more or less standard police procedure.  It was difficult
to be impartial when it was two good friends who seemed to be missing.  Vic
updated Bill on Eric's condition and then two men went about their
business.  Vic and Ted were trying to swing some time off just in case they
could get to Chicago to help locate the two guys.  Bill, Steve, Tony and
Dwayne divided up the sections of town around Boy's Town and began combing
the streets, shops, bars and restaurants looking for Tom and Eric.

Kyle spoke with his parents about Eric's situation but didn't tell them Tom
had not reported in yet.  He simply explained that the guys were busily
planning this new business venture of Eric's and were on the road in
meetings.  He promised he would have Tom call his mother the moment he
called.  Darrell and Ron then called and asked if there was any new
information.

Tom woke up feeling like a truck had run over him and he had been left
ditched on the side of the road.  It took him a few minutes to comprehend
his situation and realize he was indeed at someone's mercy.  He was in a
dimly lit room with few furnishings.  He was tied face down over a rack
that placed his butt in the air and his face at a slightly lower angle.  A
neck strap that kept him from moving much from side to side was holding his
head.  His field of vision was limited to the immediate walls and chair in
front of him and what little he could see peripherally.  The rack had an
opening in it between his legs that allowed his balls and dick to hang
down.  At this point the dull ache in them led him to believe that weights
had been attached.  Something heavy was hanging from his PA and a weighted
ball sack was strapped onto his already huge nuts.  The slightest little
movement on his part caused them to swing and pull down further.  The rack
only supported the middle of his chest allowing for weights to also be
suspended from his nipple rings.  At this moment, he was lamenting the fact
that he had ever gotten the piercings.  If this had been a scene with Eric,
he might have found it hot.  Right now, he was scared shitless.

He remembered accompanying Big Mike to a private gym so he and Red could
try Mike's exercise equipment first hand.  They explained they had not
planned on doing this and had no gym clothes with them but Mike provided
them with some.  Both big men changed into the spandex shorts, loose
fitting, extremely exposing tank tops and shoes and socks.  They had been
working out with Mike and a couple of huge buddies when, as he was lying
face down doing dumbbell lateral raises on an incline bench when he felt a
stabbing sharp pain in his butt.  Within minutes he felt himself losing
consciousness and after that he remembered nothing.

The sound of someone screaming in a distant room brought him back to his
current situation.  He listened and thought from the tone it might be Red,
but hoped against his fear that it wasn't.  He struggled to loosen his
hands but the straps holding them were tightly hooked.  As he struggled he
heard someone enter the room.  Footsteps slowly walked around in front of
him.  The straps holding his neck kept him from looking up.  All he could
see were two heavily booted feet and massive muscular legs.

"Well, it seems the other sleeping beauty has finally awakened, just in
time for a warm up."  He recognized Mike's voice and strained to get his
legs free.  Mike stopped in front of him. A thick cock rubbed against the
top of his head.  Mike knelt down to face him.

"Don't bother trying to free yourself, you can't.  I know how to do
restraints to keep you from getting free.  From now on you only get out of
here when I say so and when I think it's time for you to have a little
shower or bathroom time.  After all, my clientele still like a shiny
product.  That's some hot body you have there pig, the kind the guys who
come to me really like to play with.  You and your little muscle buddy will
make me some good cash.  You have no choice to cooperate or things will get
very nasty for you.  In case you are wondering, the scream you heard was
your friend who tried to fight.  Let's just say he's very compliant now.
And if you think I am kidding, the last two guys who tested me are now
somewhere in South America in a camp being used as sex slaves.  If, they
are still alive.  But Red seems to have come around."

"In fact, some very good customers of mine are working that hot body over
really good right now.  I bet he's enjoying himself, all those fat cocks,
who wouldn't?  As for you my friend, you're about to start earning your
keep.  And don't think anyone will come find you, we already started
getting rid of the trail here.  I hope you weren't too fond of that truck,
but by now, it's just a shell on the south side."

Tom heard the door open and people enter the room.  Two more sets of booted
feet joined Mike's.  They informed him his guests had arrived and were
waiting for their appointment.  Mike told the men to get Tom ready.  One of
the men walked back across the room out of Tom's vision.  He heard movement
and then felt two sets of hands holding his butt in place.  He felt another
sharp pain from a needle and struggled against his restraints.

"Now," Mike squatted in front of him, "didn't I tell you that was useless?
Do I have to warm you up?"  Tom could see Mike stroking his hard cock.  Tom
felt a hot sensation spread through his body and in a seconds he felt as
though he were outside of his body watching the whole proceeding.  He
couldn't fight what was happening.  Mike stood up and placed his thick cock
against Tom's mouth and pushed back.  Tom felt the long cock slip halfway
down his throat.  He was so relaxed; all he could do was let the big man
face fuck him.  He felt more weight being added to his balls and hands
slapping his ass.  Mike fucked his mouth for several minutes until Tom felt
cum shooting down his open throat.  "There. Now you re all warmed up and
ready to entertain our guests.

The door opened and Tom heard footsteps.  He watched Mike's feet standing
at his head as three men in business shoes and suits joined him.  The men
spoke in an Arabic language and seemed to be joking with Mike.  Mike
reached down and slipped two fingers into Tom's mouth forcing Tom to suck
on them.  Tom found he couldn't resist.  He sucked on Mike's hand as the
legs got undressed.  Soon three pair of naked legs was standing at his
head.  A short, thick cock was pressed against his lips and he sucked it to
full erection.  As one man fucked his face, he felt the other two sets of
hands working over his butt.  Several hard slaps shook the haze in which he
found himself.  He felt lube being shoved into his asshole and a huge, what
he figured to be a dildo shoved in as far as they could go with it.  The
two other men laughed and fucked Tom's butt with the huge toy for several
minutes.  It was unceremoniously pulled out and a cock replaced it.  The
three men took turns fucking his mouth and ass until all three shot loads
over his prone body.

Mike had reentered the room and announced their hour was up.  The three men
thanked him in English this time and gathered their clothes to leave.
Again, Mike squatted in front of him.

"So, how was your first time?  Enjoy yourself, of course, you did, you have
no choice. Do you?  Well, there's a lot more on the agenda today.  Now we
can either continue to give you assistance with your "mood", with the shots
or you can just resign yourself to being a sexpig and let these very happy
men, fuck you senseless."

Tom had no will to answer, the thoughts were there but he couldn't seem to
mouth the words.  Mike rubbed his fat cock over Tom's cum covered face and
fed his cock back into Tom's mouth.  Tom sucked the big dick as if it had
been ages since he had had sex.  He couldn't help himself.  The more Mike
shoved the thing down his throat the more he wanted it.

"Oh, by the way, your little red friend is proving to be quite popular.
His whole first day is filled with non-stop assfucking and cocksucking.
He'll be turning a pretty penny very soon.  Of course, he's to far fucking
out of it to even realize.  We had to give him a couple of doses so you
could shove a 2x4 up that butt and he wouldn't care.  And, in case you are
wondering, we do have a little toy here that is about the size of a 2x4.
Your turn will come.  Now, this set-up is not without some consolation.  We
will feed you, lots of the right stuff to maintain those bodies and plenty
of supplements.  You ever done roids, well you are now.  And there will be
a two-hour workout each day, under the supervision of my assistants and
their little silver friends.  Guns, buddy.  Forced workouts, sound good to
you?  Get ready, here comes lunch."  Mike unloaded another gushing load
down Tom's throat.  Tom felt humiliated but couldn't fight his restraints.

A few minutes later two more men came in and spent an hour shoving their
cocks up his ass and down his throat.  By the time he was untied to
actually eat something, he had serviced 10 men.  He had to piss like a
racehorse and was thrown into a shower and told to clean himself up.  The
whole time his guards watched him and laughed.  The weights attached to his
nipples; cock and balls remained and were quite painful on the short walks.
A huge plate of chicken and rice was brought in and set on a table in the
corner of the room for Tom to eat.  He scarfed down every last drop as if
it was his last meal.  He was afraid it might be.  After he had finished
eating, he was allowed to stretch his legs and body for awhile.  He knew he
would soon be tied back to the rack and gave his sore muscles as much
stretching as he could.  The guards came back into the room with syringes
and bottles, followed by Mike in jeans and a T-shirt.  Tom had forgotten
how attractive and well built the man actually was.  He remembered meeting
him in the office for the appointment and fighting to keep his dick from
stiffening.

The guards bent him over the rack and Mike shot his butt full of various
liquids.  "The roids I promised you.  Ready for your workout?"  He pushed
Tom through another door into the private gym where the whole ordeal had
started.  At gunpoint, Tom was forced through an intense workout until he
was ready to collapse from exhaustion.  His body was dripping sweat.  Every
muscle screaming in pain but pumped to freaky proportions. Mike came back
into the room and announced he had a late evening appointment for sex.  Tom
was led back to his cell and, despite fighting, was tied to the rack.  He
felt a needle enter his butt and the hazy heat overtake his body.  This
time four huge black men came in and fucked him with dicks, dildoe and
fists for what seemed like an eternity.  Sweat was pouring off his body
along with copious amounts of cum and piss.  He lay there after they left
and sobbed.  He could only hope his friends were worried about Red and him
and had begun looking for him.  Some time later the guards returned and
laughed at his dire predicament.  They took turns fucking the massive
muscle butt adding their loads to the already sticky man.  Then they got
out a hose and hosed him down like a farm animal.  He was left to shiver in
the cold room and soon drifted off to sleep.

Mike entered and announced his first appointment of the day was 6:00 AM.  A
business man on his way to work.  Tom was once again given a hit of
whatever drug they were using on him and soon serving man after man in sex.
He did get to eat and workout but had no clue what had happened to Red nor
exactly what time it was anymore.  His jaw was sore from the endless cocks
and his ass had been stretched to the point he felt could easily permit a
landscape timber.  Through it all, he felt out of control and diligently
sucked every cock that was presented to him.

As badly as Tom was being treated, Red was in worse straits.  He seemed to
be attracting the more manic sex fiends and was subjected to various
beatings, whippings, floggings and electrical toys.  All of this on top of
non-stop fucking and cock sucking.  He had proven so popular that he didn't
get the benefit of food or a workout break until well into the third day.
Or so he estimated.  He ate like a starving animal when the food was
presented to him.  The shots of drugs and roids seemed to have almost
immediate effects on his depleted body.  He worked to recite training
agendas in his mind and multiplication tables to keep from going crazy.
Still, at what he figured to be three days he was hopeful someone would
rescue them.  He hadn't had any contact with Tom since their ordeal had
started and was feeling very alone.  His last group of customers fucked his
ass raw.  He hung in a sling while Mike and his assistants greased their
hands and prepared to fist him.  He felt like these men were going to rip
him apart.  But at the same time, he couldn't stop himself from sucking the
endless cocks or feeling pleasure in being brutally raped.  The only time
he got off himself was when the person fucking him managed to hit his
prostate and send him over the edge.

Mike and his men were letting him down for a feeding when a call came in
for Mike.  He heard Mike tell whoever it was that it could be arranged for
a price, give him an hour.  Red was allowed to shower and given an enema to
make sure he was totally clean.  Then he was led to another room and
handcuffed to an overhead bar.  His feet were hardly touching the floor as
ankle restraints were attached.  A hood was slipped over his head to cover
his eyes and a gag placed in his mouth to keep him from crying out.  He
knew he was about to be tortured and felt sweat pouring down the sides of
his body.  He could hear people enter the room and instructions being given
to someone on what to do with him.  He heard the person receiving the
instructions try to object but their response was muffled, as if they were
also gagged.  Then another voice, which he assumed belonged to the customer
in this case, instruct the person to begin.  He heard the command, and an
objection, then the sound of flesh hitting flesh as the person refused.
Eventually, the whipping started.  His back and ass were subjected to
numerous lashes, hits and slaps.  As bad as it was, whoever was doing it
was making it look worse than it was and sparing him some of the pain and
anguish.  He began to think the person being told to beat him was Tom.

An instruction was then given for Red to be fucked and he felt a hand
fondle his raw ass.  A tongue was suddenly licking his abused asshole.
Tenderly and lovingly the person rimmed him and caused his cock to throb
even more than it already was.  The person spread lube on his beaten ass.
The hand was warm and tender.  He felt the head of a huge cock pressing
against him and slowly push in to his butt.  He knew for sure now it had to
be Tom.  He knew his touch as the warm hands worked his nipples and plowed
his ass. The person nuzzled his head against Red's neck and fucked him as
lovingly as he could.  Red felt tears streaming down his cheeks as the
customer instructed Tom to fuck him hard.  He heard the crack of a whip and
felt Tom jerk as it landed across his back.  Then there were several
minutes of silence as Tom's ass was lubed and the man began fucking Tom
with relentless abandon.  The force of two men fucking strained the cuffs
and restraints holding Red in place.  Tom's cock drove further into Red as
his own ass was fucked raw.  Finally, there was the scream accompanying
release and the third man climbed off.  Tom's cock was pulled from his body
with neither man being allowed to get relief.

The men left the room and Tom and Red found themselves alone.  Tom wrapped
his arms around his bound friend and hugged him.  Tom tried to soothe the
ache in Red's arms and legs and relieve some of the pain in his slashed
ass.  The two men stood with Tom's arms around Red when the door reopened.

"Well, isn't his touching.  A little moment of tenderness, well, damn
little.  Take him back to his room and clean him up.  Red's hands and feet
were undone and he was shoved back into the hallway before the hood was
removed.  The door to the room where Tom was slammed shut.  He heard Tom
scream in pain as the guards led him to the shower.  Red was allowed a bit
longer to shower and let the warm water clean his wounds.  He was then fed
and left alone in what he now felt was his cell.

Tom's ass was beaten bloody for the tenderness he had shown to Red.  Mike
walked in on the beating and screamed for his guards to stop.  The
customers would not be happy with damaged goods.  Mike dragged Tom to the
shower and washed him down himself.  The big man was almost tender to Tom
who figured he was only protecting his investment.  Tom was allowed to eat
in peace and was not strapped to his rack for once.  He dozed off in the
corner of the room before he was rousted and placed back on the rack.

Tom watched as a huge cock was dropped in front of him to suck.  The man
was almost as big as Eric was.  That thought made Tom silently cry as the
man fucked his face and reamed his ass.

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