Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2002 13:39:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Edward Chong <edwardchong21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 2) - With And Without A
    Reason

Disclaimer: The following is a pure work of fiction. Any resemblance to
real people or events are purely coincidental. The story contains
depictions of non-consensual sex between men, with lots of very heavy
authoritarian scenes that includes abduction, bondage, cock and ball
torture, tit torture, flogging, wax, fisting, and electro torture. Anyone
who is forbidden by law to read these stories should hit exit right now.
The same goes for those weak at heart or easily offended by graphical
depiction of non-consensual and rough sex between men with lots of torture
elements. Otherwise enjoy. For those who have been waiting for this
installment, I extend my apologies. I didn't intend to post the second
installment a year after the first. During the course of this one year, I
got side-tracked by a lot of things in life. Since this installment is
linked to yet another installment, I am unsure if part 3 will be posted
sooner or one year from now. Send me an e-mail to tell me about your
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Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 2) -- With And Without A Reason
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	Edward woke up that morning with Alexander and Collin sleeping in
his arms. The night before was wild but somehow romantic. After Sean left
for Kenneth, they got real close and ended up in Edward's bed doing a three
way blowjob before ending up in a fuck sandwich, with Edward in the middle
jacking off Collin. It may have been the performance of Sean and Kenneth
that aroused them, but they prefer not to think of it that way. It scares
them to even acknowledge the fact one can be turned on by such cruelty and
pain. Alexander and Collin stirred in their places and came to life,
breaking Edward's thoughts.
	"Hey, morning, kids." Edward greeted them with a smile on his
face. One that they have not seen in a long time. The sun brightly lit the
room.
	"What time is it?" Alexander asked.
	"Almost nine." Edward answered. Collin jumped up.
	"Shit. I'm late for school!" Collin got too excited and
accidentally rolled off the bed, landing in a heavy thud on the
floor. Alexander and Edward laughed out loud and told him it's a
Saturday. There's no school on Saturday.
	"What's wrong with you, little bro? Got too disoriented because of
the punishment I gave you yesterday?" Alexander asked jokingly. Collin gave
him a jeer.
	"That was a great performance, kids. Where did you get the idea to
fuck him by the window, Alex? Or should I say plastered to the window?"
Edward asked casually, obviously making a mistake.
	"I saw it in one of the pictures on the Internet and thought it
would be erotic so I ... hey wait a minute. How did you know about that?"
Alexander came to his senses. Edward gave an `oops' and decided to tell
them.
	"Well, you know you guys never did learn the usage of the lock on
your door, so I took the liberty to have a little peek show. Anyhow, the
sounds from your room were driving me crazy with lust."
	"A little peek show. Didn't anybody tell you that it's not nice to
be a peeping Tom?" Alexander pressed, moving closer to him. Edward knew
something was coming.
	"Err... well I..." Edward stammered but could find nothing to
say. He was feeling a little ashamed of himself when Alexander gave Collin
a wink and the two of them started to attack him, tickling him all
over. Edward was always the one who is the most ticklish and right then he
was howling with laughter. Sean came into the room right then and started
to laugh as well, then joined into the assault on Edward.

	"Was that just for fun or did it have a reason?" Sean asked after
things have quiet down. Edward was panting and sweating all over.
	"He was peeping on us yesterday when I was punishing Collin."
Alexander complained. Collin poke Edward at the ribs and he jumped, then
moving away from his little brother fearing they may start the attack
again.
	"Well, Edward wasn't the only one who witness the performance. I
did too." Sean confessed. Alexander and Collin looked at each other in
bewilderment.
	"You were peeping with him?" Collin asked with wide eyes.
	"No. I am not that low. I was in the garden and I saw through your
window, or at least I saw Collin ON the window." Sean laughed at his own
joke. Collin's face grew red and Alexander pat him on the head.
	"Where's Kenneth?" Edward asked. Suddenly he was concerned about
his second brother who's never been good to him in a way a brother should
be.
	"Still in the dungeon." Sean said matter-of-factly.
	"What?!" All three of them asked in unison.
	"You left him there all night?" Collin asked with even wider eyes.
	"Sort of. We had a more intense session after you guys left
yesterday night. Then I left him sleeping in the dungeon, bound on the
table." Sean got up from the bed and headed for the door. The three
brothers looked at each other and gulped. Then, Sean turned around and
continues. "Relax. I'll let him go in a day or two."
	"A DAY OR TWO?" Edward, Alexander and Collin yelled together.
	"Don't worry. This is normal. Ask him after I free him. He'll tell
you that he likes it." Sean left the room. They lay back down the bed and
felt tremendously disturbed.

	The morning went by rather uneventfully. They sat in front of the
TV watching some cheesy B-grade action movie. At about noon, Edward
declared that he has to go out to get some groceries. Although most of the
time it is done by their butler, Edward has always been the fussy one. He
wants a certain thing which can only be bought at a certain place which
only exists for a limited amount of time. Alexander and Collin wanted to
join him at first, but then decided otherwise without giving Edward a
reason. And so, he left the house alone.
	It was only a few minutes walk away. He thought it would be best to
go on foot. He could use the exercise anyway. In his mind he keeps thinking
about what has happened in the past 24 hours. He has gotten closer to his
brothers than he has ever been. He was enlightened to his two eldest
brother's bizarre relationship. Finally it felt like home. Finally he felt
accepted. Finally, he reaches the store. It was almost empty inside, as he
can see from the glass wall.
	The door slides close behind him as he enters the air-conditioned
store. Two cashiers were sitting at their respective counters looking at
him. The entire store was deserted other than that. He felt a little
awkward but proceeded anyway to the aisle where he will find what he is
looking for. As he makes a turn into the aisle, he hears footsteps from
behind. Before he could turn around, a hand wraps around his torso as
another covers his face with a piece of cloth that has a certain
distinctive smell. Chloroform. That was the last thing he remembers.

	It was dark. He doesn't have the sense of space. He could hear
muffled sounds coming from everywhere. He knows he is semi-conscious. He
felt his body being moved from the cold plates of a vehicle to a wooden
table in a damp room. After putting him face down on the table, he felt
them pulling his hands and legs apart. Then he felt them removing his
clothes. He mind began to wake up but the chloroform was still having
effects on him. He could only struggle weakly as they stripped him off
completely and tie his hands and legs to the four corner of the square
table.
	"The subject is secured, sir." Someone spoke. He could it hear him
clearly even through the hood that was covering his head. He is finally
conscious.
	"Remove the hood." Another man said. The voice was rough and
foreign to him. He felt a hand grabbing the hood on his head and yanked it
off, pulling some of his hair along. Edward yelled and cursed. As the
lights hit his eyes, it took him more than a minute to figure out what is
happening,
	He is in a vacant room with only this table and another small table
beside him. There were things on that small wooden table that he has never
seen before and doesn't know of their usage. On the ceiling is installed a
few very bright lamps. He is naked, spread-eagled on the table. His hands
and legs are secured with restraints made from leather that has been built
into the table, making it very difficult to break. Beside him are three men
in military uniform. One of whom wears a slightly different colour, which
suggests his ranking must be higher than the other two. By the look of his
hardened face and well-built body packed with muscles, he must be the man
behind all this.
	"What the hell do you want with me?" Edward barked, then realized
it was not the brightest idea. At the mercy of a total stranger, the last
thing he needs is to piss him off.
	"I have been looking all over for you, Ian." The man spoke.
	"Who?" Edward asked. Ian? Who is Ian? So this is what it's all
about. Mistaken identity. Now all he needs to do is to explain the
situation and he will be home free.
	"Why did you run from me, Ian?" the man asked, breaking Edward's
thought.
	"Look, mister. You are mistaken. My name is Edward Wilson, not some
Ian that you are looking for. This is sincerely a case of mistaken
identity. If you let me go now I can pretend nothing has ever happened."
Edward begins the negotiation.
	"Come on, Ian. You can do better than that. Do you think I'll be
fooled by such idiotic acts?" The man replied without the slightest look of
surprise on his face. Now Edward is in trouble.
	"Look, man. I don't know who this Ian is or what he has done to you
but I am really not him. I am Edward Wilson. Check my identity card if you
don't believe me. It's in my wallet." Edward continues to convince the man.
	"No wallet found in his belongings, sir." One of the two soldiers
promptly reported without being told to do so. Edward mumbled a `shit' as
he remembers that he did not bring his wallet along. Since it was so close
to his home, he decided to only bring the money that he needs.
	"I am going to ask you again. Why did you run from me?" The man
brought his face close to Edward's and look him straight into the eyes. He
was obviously not interested in the mistaken identity matter. He is
determined that Edward is Ian for some reasons.
	"What makes you think I am Ian even if I am?" Edward tries a
different approach. "I can be someone who looks just like him. I may be
him. I may be his twin brother. What makes you so sure I am who you say I
am?"
	"You will regret this, Ian." The man said and promptly walks
away. Edward turned his head around as much as he could and caught a
glimpse of the man nodding to the two soldiers, who immediately saluted and
started to move towards him. The man left the room and closed the door.
	"Hey, what the hell are you guys trying to do to me?" Edward is
beginning to get scared. The two soldiers grab some things on the table and
move out of sight. Edward couldn't see them on either side of him. That can
only mean they are directly behind him.
	"You shouldn't have pissed the General that way, Ian." One of the
soldiers spoke, and jams something into Edward's ass. Before he could
scream in pain, a gag was shoved into his mouth.

	How long has it been? One hour? Three hours? It could have very
well been five. He lost all sense of time. The two soldiers have left him
alone in the room, still restrained to the table where they had tortured
him. The first assault was a dildo about four inches in diameter, jammed up
his ass without the assistance of lubricant. He was gagged right away with
his own underwear. They worked the dildo for a long time before changing
into a bigger one. He was thrashing about but the restraints held him. The
third time they change the dildo, to an even bigger one, maybe six inches
in diameter, they began to strip as well. Edward was in pain from the back
assault and in awe at the sight of the two soldiers' hard and muscled
body. He could tell they were young. Maybe around his age. Give and take a
year or two. Their washboard abs and contracting biceps, hard butt and
smooth body. Edward nearly came right then, even when they were his
tormentors, he couldn't resist the lust that was building inside him.
Maybe secretly he has hoped for something else to happen. The look of their
big and beautiful cocks makes him so hungry. He wants to taste them. He
wants to feel them inside his mouth and inside his ass. But he couldn't
make a move, not in his position of a captive and not while he's still
under oath of keeping it in the family. But as the two soldiers move around
him naked, he wished he had never made that oath.  But that was about the
last things he saw. One of the soldiers put the hood back on him and
tightened it. He could barely breathe. There was no hole on the hood but he
was sure something that felt like a zipper was present at around the mouth
position. The hood was secured with a collar around his neck that was
padlocked. He then felt something was attached to the restraints on each of
his limbs and the table began to give way. He was happy for a moment that
he may be free but ended up in disappointment when he found out that they
had had hung up in the air with some kind of contraption and removed the
table. With the dildo still I his ass, his cock jutted down to the floor,
red with blood and hard with anxiety.  Suddenly he felt something cold hits
his cock and balls. He jerked and figured out that it was water. They
wanted his cock to go limp for some reasons he has yet to know. When the
result was achieved, they put some very tight cock rings along his
shaft. He had use a cock ring before but not like this. All the rings seem
to be connected by something on the topside. Then he felt them grabbing his
balls harshly and began to separate them. He yelled out in pain but his
underwear was still in his mouth. They strapped both his balls separately
with some leather or Velcro material that makes them push against their
sacks, hurting him so bad he thought his balls will burst open. With his
cock and balls tied so hard, there's no way he can cum. But that wasn't
all. They continue to connect the strap on his balls with a rope and pull
it back so far back they were nearly torn off his body. His cock was given
the same treatment. They tied it with rope, leaving two ends and pull them
the opposite ways so it tightens around his cock. The pain was, until then,
still bearable.  The dildo in his ass was removed and replaced by another
dildo. Smaller and rougher, he felt it was cold, probably made of steel. He
didn't hear the flick of the switch but he did notice the humming as the
dildo starts to move in his ass, pumping him. The dildo is attached to a
machine! It fucks him automatically as the two soldiers continue to work on
other parts of his body. He felt clips (probably clothespins) were being
placed on various parts of his body. His nipples were given special
attention when he felt the crocodile clamps bite down on them. He yelled
out a muffled cry while the machine dildo continues to rape his ass. The
soldiers have stopped working now. He could barely hear their
movements. Then he heard a `swish' sound. It sounded like a thin rod being
swung through the air. It sounded like, a cane! Shit, he thought to
himself. They are going to cane him!
	As soon as that thought finishes, the first blow landed on his ass
cheeks. The pain was blinding. He couldn't see for a while, but in that
hood, he could never really see anything. The second blow came down before
he could recover. It was a kind of pain that he had never felt before. He
was sure that his ass cheeks are bleeding right now. The third blow came
down and he thought he would pass out by the fourth. But the fourth never
came. Instead, he heard another sound of something being swung through the
air. This time he recognizes it as a whip. Oh no. He wasn't sure if he did
scream when the first lash when down on his back. He wasn't sure if he had
screamed when the tenth lash went down on his back. He was only sure that
by the twentieth, he lost consciousness.

	He felt his body move. He was unable to determine where he is. He
felt something or someone pushes him from behind and he felt something in
his dry mouth. He tried to swallow but he found out that he couldn't move
his jaws. Slowly, he recalls what happened and what is happening. At this
moment, he is hung face up with his head dropped back. The zipper on the
hood that still confines him was open and his mouth was being kept wide
open by a circular steel ring placed inside it. He has lost control of his
mouth. His underwear that has been gagging him before he passed out was
replaced by something warm and hard. It didn't take him long to find out
that it was the beautiful cock of one of the soldiers'. Realizing that, he
tried to reciprocate in the action, but as his jaw movement is constricted,
he could only do what he can with his tongue and throat. He sucked in air
and tickles the shaft with his tongue. The soldier was deep-throating him
with ease because of the position his head is in. damn, he is long, Edward
thought. At least eight inches. He can fell his nose touching the soldier's
ball through the hood each time he trusts in.
	He was having fun on this side of his body but that didn't made him
oblivious to the fact that the other soldier is pounding on his rear. After
the dildos, his ass is so stretched that he could barely feel that guy's
cock in his ass. And that guy was hung as well as fat (in the cock). He
pounded his ass like there was no tomorrow. Hard and fast. Short jabs into
his prostate that made Edward suck in air every time, to the delight of the
cock in his mouth. The two soldiers were double teaming him. Upon further
inspection, Edward realised that the clamps and clothespins were still on
his body, and another new sensation that he could not fathom in the
beginning. It was hot and it stings upon contact, but immediately the pain
turns into a very subtle pleasure. This sensation was all over his body and
it came periodically. On his chest, on his stomach, on his balls and
cock. Also, the place where this sensation has been, will feel hard after a
while, like something that has touched his skin hardens with time. Edward
comes to the conclusion that it must be candle wax. They must have hung the
candles above him and lets them drip on his body as they pleasure
themselves with his orifices.
	A bolt of pain shot through his body all of a sudden. His balls
were being slapped by the soldier who is ramming his ass. With each inward
stroke, the soldier slaps Edward's balls with his hand, alternating between
left and right. With his balls still separated, the pain is
unbelievable. With his cock still bound, he yearns to cum. He is in heaven
and hell at the same time. He felt the two soldiers' fucking begin to get
faster. That can only means they are getting close to cumming. The one at
the back was going to town with his ass, humping him for all it was
worth. The one in front held Edward's head and pushes his cock deeper and
deeper into his throat. It was amazing that he didn't gag, Edward thought
to himself, and it was then that he felt the rear soldier tense up. A hot
load of cum shot up his intestines and that made his ass contract
involuntarily. The soldier was further excited by this and he shot more
loads into Edward's inner spaces. The one inside his mouth follows suit and
he felt fresh cum passing his throat directly into his stomach. Edward was
being filled from both ends.
	As both sides come down from their respective climaxes, Edward
heard the door opens and the voice of the General that he first met hours
ago. The two soldiers quickly pulled out of him. He couldn't hear their
conversation, but the General was not pissed at what they have
done. Instead, he heard the soldiers dress and leave the room. When the
door slams shut, he heard the General began to strip. Oh no, not another
session. His ass is sore and his mouth is tired from the contraption that
has been keeping it open for so long now. The clamps and pins on his body
has already grow numb. He could no longer feel the stings of the
wax. Perhaps the candles have burnt out or his entire is so full of wax
that subsequent drops do not reach his skin.
	The General walk around him, naked. If only Edward could see his
physique, he would tell the General anything he wants to know. Even in his
late age, the General has a muscular and hard body. Over six feet tall, his
giant cock hangs down like a snake. The weapon was at least ten inches
long... soft! He removed the steel ring inside Edward's mouth but did not
close the zipper. Edward moves his jaws to get some feelings back. The
General continue to walk around the bound and helpless boy. He used the
ring he took from Edward's mouth to slide across the pins and clamps on the
bound body as he walks around it. Edward jumped in his restraints and yells
out with the return of the stings to his body. The General stops behind
him. Edward thought that the General was going to mount him, but instead he
felt something cold was pushed up into his asshole. It was the machine
dildo! Not again. The humming began and the dildo began to pump him, only
this time it was much faster and stronger. He then felt a crocodile clamp
on each of his balls. He screamed. How the General managed to find skin to
attach the crocodile clamps to was beyond him. His balls were separated so
wide it was lucky they weren't ripped off his body. He also felt more
crocodile clamps on his cock and chest. Except for the humming of the
machine that constantly rapes him and the sound of his own moaning,
everything was quiet for a while.
	"So, are you ready to admit who you are?" The General asked
matter-of-factly. Edward was too engrossed in the ass service he was
receiving from the machine that he didn't really hear the General
spoke. The annoyed General tucked at the crocodile clamps attaching
Edward's tits to get his attention. After the screaming has stopped, the
General asks Edward the same question again. Edward didn't know how to
reply to that simple but yet tricky question. If he says no, the General
will obviously refuse to believe him and tortures him more. If he says yes,
who knows what will happen next? After all, this Ian did run away from the
General and made him real piss to treat him this way. It could be worse if
he says yes, but it could also be his only way out of this. He couldn't
decide.
	"I'll make this easy for you." The General spoke before Edward
could make up his mind. Shutting off the machine dildo, he removed it from
Edward's ass and then fills it up with ass beads, each about three inches
in diameter. There were a total of ten beads. When he was done (ignoring
Edward's screams and protests along the way), the General removed the
crocodile clamps that has been biting into Edward's nipples and replaces
them with real tit clamps, both connected by a chain. To this chain he
attached another chain that origins from a contraption that Edward could
not see. The General then spoke again with the same calm voice.
	"I will ask you a total of ten questions. With each correct answer,
I will pull an ass bead out of your sorry ass. For an answer that I do not
want to hear, I will make the chain connecting your tits tighter, like
this." Edward heard some noise, like a wheel turning and felt the chains
connecting to the nipple clamps tightens, tugging harder at his sore
nipple. He gasped but did not scream. "If you do not answer me, the result
will be the same. If you hesitate, the result will be the same. First
question: are you Ian?" Edward thought fast and answered an uncertain
`yes'. The General seems to be pleased with the answer and pull an ass bead
out of his ass. The pain of the bead coming out was as bad as it went in.
	"Okay, Ian. How did you escape?" Uh oh. Edward had to come up with
an answer fast, but he couldn't think of anything to say. The General
cranked the wheel-thing again and the chains tightens again. The nipple
clamps are really hurting him right now. There are still eight more
questions to go, nine if he fails to answer this question.
	"I had a contact. He helped me." That was acceptable, thought
Edward. He only hope that the General shares the same thought. He obviously
did when another ass bead was removed from Edward's ass. Eight more to go,
but the next question was even worse than the last. "I want a name." was
all the General said.
	"Charlie." Edward didn't even had time to think. The name just
blurted out of his mouth in his state of fear. He just hopes that there is
a Charlie where the General came from. Another ass bead was removed as he
heard the General mumbled something about Charlie being the mole. Whoever
this Charlie is, Edward is silently apologizing for the troubles that this
will cause him. Seven questions to go. If he could pull this off, he might
get out of this alive. But didn't the General used the word `escape'? If
this Ian escaped from wherever they came from, wouldn't they bring him back
now that they have captured him? Or has he already `returned' to his
`prison'? Shit, this is getting out of hand.
	"Next question, Ian. How did you come to know about Project
BoySnatch?" What? Project BoySnatch? What the hell is he talking about? How
is he going to lie his way out of this? An idea struck him. Since he had
already blamed Charlie for `helping' him `escape', he might as well blame
him for this.
	"Charlie told me." The wheel was cranked and the chains pull
violently the nipple clamps that were near to tearing his tits away from
his body. He screams.
	"Liar. Charlie might be able to help you escape the Dungeon, but he
could never have known about Project BoySnatch. Tell me the truth." There
was a hint of anger in the General's voice.
	"Fine, you want the truth? The truth is I don't know what the fuck
you are talking about! I am not Ian! My name is Edward Wilson! I don't know
who Charlie is and I don't give a damn what Project BoySnatch is all about!
Let me go!"
	"So you lied to me from the beginning. You still think this
mistaken identity trick is going to get you out of this, huh?"
	"I didn't do nothing!"
	"Listen, you imbecile. Even if you are who you claim you are, that
this is an honest case of mistaken identity, do you think that I will just
let you go?" Edward's stomach churned at the understanding of that
sentence.
	"I... I... didn't do anything. I don't know anything. I'll never
tell what happened." He was practically begging. The fear in his voice is
evident. The General caught himself smiling wickedly.
	"If you know what is good for you, then think twice before you yell
at me again." The General yanked all the ass beads out of Edward, who
screams at the top of his lungs. It felt like his guts were being pulled
out of his body. He slumped into his bondage, near the edge of
unconsciousness as he felt something else on his ass. It was a finger. The
General had inserted a finger into his ass. As soon as the finger went in,
it was removed. Edward thought that would be the end of the treatments that
his ass would be receiving. How wrong was he. Something that felt like the
tip of a hose was pushed into his now loose hole. Immediately after, he
felt cold water beginning to fill his intestines. Shit! The General is
giving him an enema straight from the tap!
	As the water continues to gush into his stomach, the General
attached a bucket to the rope that pulls Edward's balls painfully apart
from his body. The bucket was placed strategically behind the quivering
asshole, so that when the enema water is expelled, it will be collected in
the bucket. Satisfied with the position of the bucket and the amount of
water that has been forced into the struggling boy, the General shut off
the water supply, but left the hose in. Edward has never felt so full in
his life. So full was the water inside his belly that it hurt like
hell. The water was threatening to burst him open. He tried to push them
out, but the General held the hose that plucks his ass
firmly. Repositioning himself and preparing to move the bucket to catch the
incoming gush of water, the General removed the hose.
	Edward moaned with pain and pleasure as the water was expelled from
his body, but quickly feeling another pain rising in his balls. He couldn't
see what was happening, but he knew that the water was somehow being
collected and the container is attached to the rope holding his balls, thus
as the water fills the container, the rope will pull down on his balls with
greater pressure. His moans turns into screams that the General likes to
hear so much. Its music to his ears. When the water was all out of his
system, the bucket was nearly full, making the rope pull on his balls so
tight it might just ripped off his body any second. Luckily, the General
removed the bucket after having some fun sliding it across the rope to give
some smarting feeling to Edward.
	The enema went on for a couple more times, but at least there were
no more buckets. Edward's ass has never been this clean. The General wasted
no time and shove his giant cock into Edward with one thrust, all the way
to the hilt. Edward screamed as the General began to pump him full with
every thrust. Harder and harder it goes. Faster and faster it went. Edward
felt the General's cock pulsate inside him and knew that the General would
cum any second now, and that was when the General stopped fucking him and
withdraws altogether. Edward almost whined at the empty feeling that enters
him as the giant cock leaves his ass.
	"Don't worry, boy. You will have something else in your ass very
soon." That sentence did not register as a threat to Edward. What else
could they possibly do to him now that will be worse than what they have
done? When he felt two fingers being inserted into his ass, he instantly
knew he was wrong. Another finger was added to the concerto that was
playing in his ass and Edward knew what was coming. The General is going to
fist fuck him! The fourth finger went in with a little difficulty, but the
thumb was easier. As the General's entire left hand went in, Edward passed
out. Or so he thought. He saw white lights and all, the pain was searing
through his very soul, but he was still very much conscious to what was
happening to his ass. He felt the hand inside his ass made a fist, and his
entire body shuddered with a sensation close to orgasm. However, because
his balls were pulled so far apart and his cock has been strapped so tight
for so long, it could not reach the climax that Edward was looking
for. However, he did feel amazed by the fact that his cock was still rock
hard after all these torments.
	The General began fucking Edward with his hand. Each thrust hits
Edward in the prostate, bringing him closer and closer to the orgasm that
he could never reach. The General had his forearm in the ass now, and he
keeps on fucking the helpless boy in front of him. When most of his arms
has almost disappeared into the ass, he pulled it back out, leaving only
the fist inside. Edward felt the fist expand. The General is opening his
hand inside him. No, not quite. He is making an `o' sign with his hand. He
felt the General's cock invade his anus again. It slid in easily after the
fisting he had received. Finally Edward knew what the General was
doing. The cock went into the `o' in the hand, and the General began moving
his hand around his cock, inside Edward's ass! He is masturbating himself
inside my ass! Edward almost fainted with that thought, but the pressure on
his prostate with each movement of the hand kept him awake till the General
shot into his gullet without mercy. There were so much cum some of it
leaked out of his asshole and trails down to the floor.
	He didn't really feel the General's hand came out. He was so spaced
out he thought his soul had left the body. However, that was not to be. He
didn't know what happened for a moment. Perhaps nothing happened for a
moment. He thought it was all over. However, that was not to be. He heard
only faintly the General's question.
	"So, Ian, are we still going to go on with this mistaken identity
scene or are you just going to answer my questions?"
	"My... name... is... Ed... ward..."
	"Fine. Have it your way then." The General dressed and left the
room. He was only alone for a minute when the two soldiers who raped him
earlier came back in. One of them spoke.
	"Time for the next phase, my friend." Edward didn't understand. His
head was swimming with uncertainty.
	"You know you can never escape our corporation. Why did you even
try?" The other soldier spoke. "Look what you got yourself into."
	The two of them began to place things on his body. Some were steel
rods, some were pads. All the clothespins and clamps on his body were
removed, except for the crocodile clamps. The blood that rushed back into
the clamped skin was a stinging pain that brought him back to his
senses. The nipple clamps were replaced again with the crocodile
clamps. His mouth was gagged with his underwear again. The zipper was
closed. What they were going to do to him, he doesn't know. However, with
his mouth being gagged, there is no way he could talk himself out of this
situation. He can't speak, let alone lie. The implication here is that they
are no longer interested in making him tell the truth. That could only
mean...

	A sudden sensation went through his entire body and he bit down on
the underwear gag. All his muscles felt like they were contracting at the
same time. The feeling was somewhat familiar. Another attack coursed
through his body and he recognized it as electricity. They are applying
electrical current through his body. They are electro torturing him! Every
time the electricity went through his body, he jerked and his balls and
cock were pulled by the restraints. His limbs have given up for some time
now, letting only the restraints to hold him in the air. He also felt that
the machine dildo is once again pounding his ass and some of the
electricity was coming from there and not only from the crocodile
clamps. Every time the electricity went through him he bit down on his
underwear, tried to scream and struggled so that he will not feel the
pain. However, the persistent and constant voltage that made his body spasm
continues for a long time. It went on and on until he could no longer feel
the pain from it, and passed out.

	He was dreaming. He heard familiar voice. Not that of the General
or the two soldiers in charge of torturing him. The voice sounded
nostalgic, hopeful. A voice he had not heard in what seemed like a long
time, and hearing it brings him a warm feeling in his heart. Of course, it
could have been the electricity but it wasn't. It was the dream, only he
was not dreaming. He was half-conscious and he heard people around him. He
couldn't see. The hood still restricts his senses but he can hear the
voices around him. There were two of them. He felt a pair of hands on his
head and the hood came off. The bright light from the fluorescent lamp
above blinded him more than the hood. It took him a couple of minutes
before he can see who the two new persons are. They were releasing the
restraints that held his balls, then the ropes around his cock. The
crocodile clamps were removed when Edward was finally able to recognize the
two faces that came into his view. It was Sean and Kenneth.
	"Are you ok?" Sean asked. Edward shook his head.
	"How did you find me?"
	"We'll talk about that when we are out of here." Kenneth
replied. Edward looked at the two of them.
	"Let me down."
	"Not so fast." Sean said, to Edward's and Kenneth's surprise.
	"What are you talking about, bro?" Kenneth asked.
	"I can get you out of here, Edward, but I want something in
return." A wicked grin formed on his face.
	"What are you talking about?" Edward was getting frustrated. Maybe
seeing them isn't such a good thing after all. He forgot what assholes they
were. But he remembered that Sean and him made up before he was
abducted. What is going on?
	"Can't we talk about this at home? They could come back anytime. We
have to hurry." Kenneth tried to be reasonable.
	"No, no. I want Edward to pledge to be my slave if he wants me to
rescue him from this mess he has gotten himself into." Sean put forward his
proposal, or was it a blackmail?
	"What?!" Both Edward and Kenneth asked in bewilderment.
	"I don't think this is a good time to... " Before Kenneth could
finish his sentence, Sean barked at him.
	"Shut the fuck up or I will leave you here in Edward's place!"
Kenneth shuts up immediately.
	"That could be a good idea." Edward said absent-mindedly. "Come on,
Sean. Get me out of here. Stop fooling around."
	"I am not fooling around. I mean it. You be my slave and I get you
out of here, or I leave you here."
	"Come on, man! This is not the time to talk about this!" Edward
protested.
	"Choose now or I will leave without you."
	"What the fuck is wrong with you, Sean? This is not a game! We
don't have time!" Edward was scared now. Scared more than angry because
Sean might just leave him here.
	"Exactly. We don't have the time so you better make up your mind
fast."
	"Fuck. You know I am not into those kind of things."
	"Yeah right. Look what you have just went through. By the look of
your cock, I will say that you certainly enjoyed most of it." Edward looked
down and saw his cock was still hard as a rock. Deep down inside, he knew
that Sean was right. Somewhere along the torture, he had learnt to enjoy
it. Or perhaps, the better explanation was he had found out that he enjoyed
it. The rape by the two soldiers was hot. The clamps although painful added
to his sexual arousal. The wax was certainly something he would want to try
again. Although he wasn't so sure about the fisting and the electro
torture, Sean was right about it. He did like it. The flogging was painful
though.
	"Can't we talk about this some other time?" Edward tried to get out
of both situations while maintaining his freedom.
	"Nope. Choose now or I leave you here. Tell you something. What I
will do to you, will be less severe than what you have experienced, judging
from the equipments in this room. However, if I leave you here, God knows
what else they will do to you." Sean was right. That last electro torture
that knocked him out was probably intended to kill him. He had no choice.
	"I... I... " Edward couldn't mouth his submission.
	"Ok then. Kenneth, let's go."
	"Ok! Ok! You win. I am your slave from here on in. Satisfy now?"
	"Such rude attitude. I am not sure that I want you now." Sean
teased. Edward took it seriously though.
	"Oh no. I am sorry, master. Please get me out of here. I will do
anything you want me to. Please."
	"Anything?" Sean had to rub it in.
	"Anything... master." Edward was defeated.
	"Alright then, we have a deal. Kenneth, quickly now."

	They released Edward from his bonds, but due to the long hour of
bondage that he had been subjected to, it was difficult for Edward to even
stand on his own. They had to practically drag him along. The path they
took to escape seemed pretty straight-forward and vulnerable. It was almost
like they were walking out the front door and nobody was watching. Edward
could point out all the suspicion, but in his weaken state of mind and his
haste to leave the premise, not to mention his recently submission to his
eldest brother, he didn't pursue the matter. A car was waiting for them on
the opposite street. Alexander was driving. As they drove away, Edward saw
that it was a large building with no windows, as if it was a huge block of
bricks and concrete. He didn't catch the name of the building. Perhaps,
there was none.

	"How long have I been kidnapped?" Edward asked.
	"About twenty hours before we got to know where you were."
Alexander replied.
	"How DID you know where I was."
	"I think you should find out that answer on your own when we get
back to the house." Kenneth was the one to answer this time.
	"What's with the mystery?"
	"You'll see." Sean said simply.
	"Hey, does this has anything to do with a guy name Ian that looks
just like me?" Everybody was silent. "It does, doesn't it?"
	"You'll find out the answer when we get home." Sean finalized.
	"Why can't you just tell me now?"
	"I said later!" Sean raised his voice. Edward fell silent. Their
drive was quite long and Edward wondered how far he had been taken. He
would ask that question but he was afraid that it would piss off his new
master, so he kept quiet. When they finally reached their mansion two hours
later, Edward was happy to be home. After all, he had a lot of nursing to
do. His ass is killing him. He still limps when walking. He thought about
reporting this to the police. Someone will pay dearly for doing this to
him. He was greeted at the door by Collin who hugged him so tight he nearly
choked to death. They were laughing as they walked into the living area
like a one big happy family. That was when Edward saw him. Sitting there on
the couch was himself, or a person who looked exactly like him.


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Continuation of story in Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 3)
-- This Is Where Everything Changes
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