Gunther or Mr Magoo were just two of the many characters having shown up at their room to fuck the pigs. Each character had a favorite. Gunther and Magoo favored Bunny, the rest were pretty fairly distributed.
Henry Mozart was a working actor. Bit parts mostly, walk-ons, background. He worked almost every day; even weekends. Through Henry a variety of characters had shown up at the Annex, . All sex hungry and rough, except for Penelope who was as vanilla as they come.
The grass on the green was soft, welcoming. Peter's toes scrunched in a subconscious effort to heighten its pleasant cool caress. He needed to slow down. . It was dark and he'd lost the pathway. Just slow down, he scolded himself. "Slow down you fucking loser!!" Fuck!! Slow down!!"
The huge tree appeared out of nowhere. Peter hit it straight on while running as fast as he could. The impact knocked him backwards on the soft green grass, having slammed the back of his head on a protruding root, Peter passed out.
The impromptu pig's room orgy had wound down. The smell of cum rife in the air as it dripped from each of their assholes, soiled their bedding and was ground into their carpet. Clarence, the instigator, left his final load of the day shot exactly where he wanted it : in his favorite pig's ass. Wesley's ass.
"Damn this room smells like sex! " Bunny cried out smiling, he had quite a lot of cum in and on his small body. "I'm not going to eat for two days I've got so much jizz in my stomach. I think that new guy, whatever his name was, came in my throat as well as all over my face". The cum had dried to leave the little sex pig's face looking like he was wearing a mask.
"Damn, I've got a puddle on my stomach " said Blake as he wiped a finger through the goo and brought it to his mouth. "Hey!! This has to yours Wesley, it's as sour as that old man who loves fucking you. Shit! He's here every morning looking for you ass."
"I don't think I'll be able to cum for week. I shot so much I'm as dry as your fucking humor, Bunny!!" Wesley's ass was indeed sore, "The three fuckers from the dungeon shot-gun tag teamed me for a what felt like hours. Those guys are mutants."
The boys laid on the soaking wet bedding that smelled like sweat and a gallon of semen. "Nap time!!!" Declared Andy.
Manuel, the administrator, poked his head in the pig's room "The residents are yelling for a pool table gang bang, you pigs better quit laying around and get to work!!"
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RICKIE'S JOURNEY TO THE ANNEX
Part One
Whispers could just barely be heard through the walls of the closet where the two boys were confined.
"We've had 'em too long. We need a new place, a new couple of boys. Younger next time. "
"The usual?"'A second man asked.
"Dump them. But shoot them up first "
"Wait, I see a couple guys coming".
The boys were kept docile with drugs, these oil field workers: always in a hurry.
Two men in yellow suits came through the door, their clothes were filthy. The smell of oil wafted strong through the trailer.
"Two!! But clean!!" One of the oilmen requested, his voice was low and gravely. A no-nonsense kind of guy and in a hurry.
The boys were hauled outside by the ziplock that kept their wrists locked together. Told to hug a metal pole behind the trailer, they knew what was coming.
A powerful spray of cold water hit their heads, then worked down their bodies to butt and legs.
"Spread 'em!!"
The boys widened their stance to feel the spray grow harder as it drew nearer. The nozzle was shoved roughly up their asses filling them painfully with cold water, then told to evacuate on the ground. The second assault was expected but still excruciating as it flooded up into their bodies.
The hose was turned on their faces, then took focus on their crotches.
The crying boys were led back inside and bent over two chairs.
"Hold 'em down!!" The oilman ordered as he unzipped to reveal his hardened cock.
The two men slathered their cocks while the boys necks were straddled by their captors so they couldn't move. The men straddling held lightning sticks and as the boys were ruthlessly fucked were shocked to force their sphincters to clench. The boys suffered the brutal attack until the men , clutching their small waists, noisily finished.
"Pussies are worn out. Get something better or don't come back ". The oilmen left.
""Let's get them in the van. We're gonna have a busy day."
A thick cane rod was whipped through the air.
"Don't let them move. A going away gift"
"Six, six, and six" the other said with a laugh.
As one of the men held them down, the other started with the boys's backs. The cane came down hard leaving angry red stripes. Six times apiece. Then the ass cheeks, the cane broke skin before the fourth strike.
By the sixth, both boys's legs were streaked red with their blood. The final six landed across the soles of their feet.
"Let's get going!"
"Not until they get one to remember us by"
The two men pushed their cocks into the boys's damaged asses. They were crying too hard to notice the difference between when the broom handle came out and the men's cocks went in.
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Peter woke to a blackness so complete he asked himself if he was still alive or was he dead. Is this what the end looks like?
A twinkle caught his eye, then another, and soon an entire sky full of stars lay stretched before him. He laid there for a long time, until the sky was no longer studded with stars. Until the ugly hidden memories resurfaced.
Andy called Alex, asked him to go easy on Peter when the boy got back to the Academy. "I haven't seen that little prick since I sent him to the Annex" Andy was silent, thinking maybe he's still in the bldg.
"Are you telling me that boy left, naked, and you don't know where he is?" Alex was beyond angry, and he hadn't even started yet.
"We'll find him!!" Andy disconnected before Alex could start his rant. They had to find Peter, the fucking little asshole.
Andy and Blake sent the trainees with Wesley to search the building, Bunny accompanied the two sex pigs, going out the front door to search the green park-like space that stretched from the Annex to the Academy. Splitting up, they agreed to meet at the Academy, all three dreading Peter may be wandering out in the neighborhood.
Bunny took the right side of the greenway; dotted with tall pines it wouldn't be easy to spot someone hiding. But why would he be hiding? Bunny asked himself. It's warm at night but not warm enough to sleep out here; he concluded the boy took off "naked' into the neighborhood. If he was on his way back to the Academy and didn't make it; then he either got stopped somehow or somebody snatched him. A naked boy wandering in a park in the center of the town's "Gay Ghetto"? Bunny shuddered at the thought of what might have happened.
Andy and Blake had come to the conclusion half the boys going through the Academy had been victims of human trafficking. Many were homeless, rejected by family, and/or abused. Peter's story could be any of these, just like their own.
After searching for two hours checking every room and every inch of the greenway, Peter was not to be found.
The search was abandoned until the next morning.
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RICKIE'S JOURNEY TO THE ANNEX
Part two
"There it is" Erich was pointing to a large black rock surrounded by desert. "You really think it might be obsidian?"
Erick's twin brother knew it wasn't, just used it as a ploy to get the two away from the resort.
The twins Erick and Derrick worked at the famous High Desert Gay BDSM resort, for their "daddy", Jason.
"Should be straight east of it about half a mile."
The dune buggy they sneaked out of the motor pool climbed the sand hills and even fared well over the rocky expanses. This was not the first trip for the boys, disappearing for an hour or two was the rare break they needed.
The twins were in search of a downed drone. Given to them on their birthday; flying them had become an obsession.
"Wait! .......go to the rock. I think I saw something"
Fifty feet from the rock they found the downed drone. "Pretty beat up"
"Erick! Look at the rock!!"
The black rock was as big as a house. Leaning against the shaded side was what looked like a naked person. Driving closer it became plain there were two small bodies leaning together against the rock. They weren't moving, didn't hear or even seem to see the dune buggy.
"They're not moving Erich. Will the cell work out here I wonder ?" Derrick tried his phone but got no signal.
The twins checked the boys, heart beat or breathing and found they were both alive, unconscious.
"Oh my god, Erick look!!" Derrick was pointing to one of the boys's legs. "That's blood. It's dried but I know it's blood."
As the twins carried the two boys to the dune buggy they saw the vicious whip marks on their bodies. The sand was clinging to the wounds.
"When you get cell service call Jason , tell him we're taking them to the clinic in the village. You better call the clinic too, let them know we're coming."
Rickie had drifted in and out of consciousness, he saw one of his captors inject something into the other boy. Who is he again? Rickie wondered. For the last week this man had been the only person he remembered seeing, besides the other boy whose name he could not remember. As the man approached Rickie holding the hypodermic, he found he couldn't raise his arms or move his legs. He knew the needle and dreaded it.
The needle was just stuck into the boys bicep when the van they were in departed the paved surface and bounced onto something else. The man was thrown against the side wall of the van, leaving just the tip of the needle in Rickie's arm. The bouncing continued and the man climbed into the front seat. The hypodermic fell to the floor, still full of fluid.
Dr. Nelrose called the twins into the treatment room where Rickie and the other boy laid. Both had IV bags hanging close to them. Richie was the one seemingly conscious, his gaze was on the boy in the next bed.
Just above a whisper, "Is he okay?"
The doctor stepped between the boys, "He is alive, that's a good thing. These two boys brought you in from the desert. Erick and Derrick, they found you two by accident. Lucky for you they did."
The twins raised their hands in a hello gesture. "Hey, buddy"
The doctor walked to Richie's bedside, "Can you tell us how you received these wounds?"
Richie was silent, then staring at the other boy's prone figure, his face turned into the grimace of grief. His cheeks became streaked with tears and he began to sob.
"I never knew his name. We were tied together, it was always hazy. I held his hand when they raped us. Over. And over."
Without a word the twins left the hospital room.
"When they're aware of what's happening we'll take them home. If they have no home we'll take him to the Academy or they can stay at the resort."
The doctor nodded, "Come back tomorrow, hopefully they'll both be awake."
