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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Alan's New Life (forced gay) By Mike Singer (address withheld) Quick edit by Fdisk *** Alan woke up, his cock bigger than he'd ever seen it before. His sheets were wet with his teenage boy juices. (forced gay) *** "Well," he thought, "that's what I get for dreaming about Tim." Tim Johnson was Alan's best friend. They'd known each other ever since they were little kids in the first grade. Alan always thought about Tim being in bed with him, about sucking Tim's cock and feeling his body, but as far as Alan knew, Tim was straight. Alan didn't mind so much, because Tim thought Alan was straight. Alan always acted like a macho-man. He was afraid to let anyone know of his desires. Alan got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. He drew the curtains back and looked out the window. "Nice day to go to the beach," he thought to himself. He turned on the radio and started to prepare his breakfast. Alan's parent's worked, so they were not home in the morning. The house was all to himself. Too bad nothing ever happened, though. As Alan was making breakfast, the news came on the radio. He listened to the news: "Another young boy disappeared. Tim H. Johnson vanished without a trace. He is the 23rd boy in this apparent kidnapping spree whom the police believe all have been abducted by the same person or persons." Alan felt his heart stop. "All these apparent kidnappings seem to be following a pattern. All the missing boys are between the ages of 16 to 23. They all were dressed very similarly." The reporter went on to describe how the boys were dressed. They were trying not to say, "All boys were hunks," Alan thought. Alan stopped what he was doing and sat down and thought very hard. He decided that he was going to find Tim and how he as going to do it. He was going to dress like the news said the other boys were dressed and would walk around town every day until he was kidnapped. More details started to form for his plan. His third day proved to be the day he was looking for. He was grabbed and pulled into a van. His hands were pulled behind his back and handcuffs were placed around wrists. He seemed to be chained to a ring attached to the wall. There were three men and four boys in the truck; the boys were chained up. One of the men went over to one of the boys. The boy looked around 19. "What's your name, kid?" asked the man. "Steve," replied the scared boy. "Steve, ever see how animals are branded?" "Yes." "SIR!" screamed the man. "Yes, sir." The man started taking off the boys clothes. Alan watched Steve very closely. Steve was a very well defined boy. "I would love to suck this kid's..." thought Alan. "Ahhhhhh," cried Steve. The man stepped back, and on Steve's ass cheek was the branded words, "Property of the master." One by one each of the boys was branded. "From now on, you boys are the property of the master. The master will train you, then sell you. He will make you hurt. He will even deprive you of your manhood, if he must. For the rest of your life, you all will be part of our community. I hope you boys can take sexual torture, because that is what you all are going face for the rest of your life, or as long as you all still have cocks for us to play with," said the man. The other two men started placing chains around their slaves' legs, attaching them one to the next so they made a train. The handcuffs were taken off and replaced without the ring. One of the men grabbed Alan's cock and led him out of the van. He kept yanking on Alan's cock to lead him and the other boys to their new life. Alan found it hard to walk but managed to make it. They were led into a house Alan had never seen before. In fact, it was the only house in sight. Alan didn't even know where he was. None of the boys knew. The boys were led down a flight of stairs into a room that seemed, to Alan, more than a mile long. There were twelve nude boys tied to the walls. "These boys are going through stage two of their training. Right now they are resting," one of the men said. Alan felt like his cock was going to be ripped off any second. The man kept pulling harder and harder, and Alan found it harder to walk the more he pulled. They were led into a room with a big cage in it. There were 23 nude boys inside. Each boy had his hands tied behind his back and his cock tied to a bar. "This is your new home for now. I suggest you rest up with the rest of these boys, because tomorrow you start the training." The boys were led into the cage and unchained. Their hands were still handcuffed, though. Each man grabbed a cock. The man holding Alan's cock, grabbed another one and tied both cocks to a bar. It was impossible to move in any direction, because it only put more strain on the boy's cocks. All the boys were tied to the cage, and the men locked it up and left. As soon as they left, Alan looked around. "Alan, it's me!" said the boy next to him. "Tim?" he paused while making sure it was him. He looked at Tim's ass and saw that he had been branded too. In fact, all the teenage flesh had been burned. "Where the hell are we?" "I don't know. None of us do. All we know is that we will find out tomorrow." Alan looked at Tim's tied cock. It seemed like four days later, but it had only been two hours, when their dicks were untied and they all were able to lie down to sleep. Alan woke up to a loud voice screaming, "I am the master. I will train you and later sell you to other masters. Before I go any further, I would like to ask you boy's one question. Are any of you homosexuals by any chance?" All the boys were quiet. Alan was afraid to say anything. He thought if he was going to be put in a cage with these people, he wasn't going to admit something like that. He wouldn't know what they would do to him. The master looked from one boy to another and shook his head. "Good," he started, "because we will MAKE you gay. Now boys, it's time to start the training." With that, seven men with whips came into the cage. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 28