O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Not By Choice

by Wordshop

"Damn!"    "That little mother fucker took Larry's HIV meds."   " The mother fuckin' son-of-a-bitch said he was not HIV sero positive.!"  "What the Fuck was going through his fuckin' pointed little head!"    "Damn, now I have to replace that stuff for Larry!"   "I'll get that little fucker and he is gonna pay for what he did!" 

The Doc makes a telephone call. . . . .

"Tyrone, `Doc Mac', I have a little job for you and Junior!"

"Picked up some fuckin' hustler on Santa Monica two nights ago, and the little mother fucker fucker ripped me off baaaad."  

"What did he get?" 

"He got Larry's HIV medications is what he got!"  "Yeah the whole enchilada, the anti-virals, the depo, the Anadrol, Oxandrin, and the HGH too!"  

"How much?"   "All in total about twenty five hundred, yeah, been helpin' Larry out, state medical is not paying for what he needs to stay alive since he got sick." 

"Yeah, I am gonna replace those,  I can call Jan over at the Pharmacy and let her know the score, and that I will pay for the duplicates."  "The problem is that I need to do this quickly, because Larry has only a few days worth left when he gets back from Rosarito Beach on Monday."  

Mad and cussing to himself. . . . . .

"Little fucker is not gonna rip me off and get away with it!"  

"Looks like I just got a volunteer for the job of lab rabbit?" 

Back to the telephone

"Come over tonight `n I'll show you the security camera stuff."  "He'll be easy to recognize."   "Muscle gets his attention so if you do this right, the little fucker will jump right into that black van of yours without question."  "I have something else to give you that will make it much easier."

Two nights later, and incoming call to the doc:

"Hey Doc, Tyrone, foun the little fucker, but we got a problem, he's with some little brotha, an I jus watched the little mo fo's bust the side glass out of a Caddy and boost a crap ass blaster outta the back seat!"    "I fuckin' don believe these little dudes, they think they's really a couple a little bad asses!"  "They's stupid too, they set off the `larm on the Caddy, risk their asses and for a blaster that a pawn would only give'em ten or 20 bucks for.  "Dumb little fuckers,  an they's tryin' ta get away right now." 

"Bring'em both?"  "Thought so!"  "I wan that little brotha, Junior an I teach that little fucka some manners."  "He make a fun lil' bitch fo our dicks!"  "I wanna fuck his lil' nikka azz!" 

Tyrone and Junior very quietly stalked their two targets letting them get into an area on Santa Monica in WeHo more known for "tenderloin business enterprises".  

Tyrone stood 6'6" tall and weighed in at about 295 pounds.  Junior was actually his cousin and Junior shared the same genetics.  He was not as tall, but, along with his cousin he spent hours each day in the gym doing everything legal and illegal to get bigger.  The two street urchins would be out of it in seconds.

"Junior, off with da shirt man, we gotta lure these two little dudes into the right spot b'fore we `form `em.   "Work one muscle `ginst da other man!" "Pump those fuckas up dude, best ya can."  "Den we switch off for a few, an I gonna do da same."

The two hustlers thought that they would be the winners when they entered the black van.  First they were offered some weed, and after a few hits they both began to feel sleepy.  The weed had been laced with some other things that the "good doc" had included.   As they became sleepy a little more chemical help applied to a handkerchief had both out cold in seconds and they did not even realize what had happened.  They would be out for about an hour, and that was plenty of time to get them to their new quarters.

Angus Ruston had been a billionaire by the time of his death in the early 1980's.  He had been an absolutely ruthless man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.  He was abusive and taught his only offspring David everything possible about being on top in everything he ever did.  Legality or morality were not issues as David had been taught that they too were all for sale for a price.   David under the tutoring of Angus had learned how to buy politicians, City Officials, Law enforcement and all the rest.   In spite of his relatively young age he wielded tremendous power.   Those that had disagreed with David Ruston had only done so once.   Ruston would make a few telephone calls and then all of a sudden individuals who dared to disagree would experience a run of "bad luck" in their lives.   His power was nearly limitless.   He enjoyed power, he loved feeding his own ego and he was absolutely brilliant in medicine, which was his own chosen field.  He loved money and in spite of his cruelty towards other members of the human race, he had a slightly philanthropic side.  In David Ruston, his gifts always had an ulterior motive, but he would direct dollars in lots of them into pet projects.   Publicity would say he was working on research for neuromuscular disease, those that knew him, knew well that what he was working on was a way to manufacture human sex toys for himself.   David Ruston had reached the stage where he needed some guinea pigs.   He had zero concern for what would happen to his guinea pigs, that didn't matter to him.   If they were capable of having a life at all they would be shipped to one of his South American business concerns or branches.  He really did not know what happened to the others.  He told others to simply dispose of them.  He did not want them killed, but if they had been he would not have cared.  Lab assistants wanted to go into other mammals and then on to primates, Ruston respected the concept, but some "throw away" lives to him were far faster and far less expensive. 

He took care of the people he liked in one way, he took care of those he did not like in a much different way.

The two hustlers were taken to a huge office building that housed the corporate offices for the conglomerate that he owned.  He had a separate elevator to a separated parking area for his own vehicles and ones he considered "private" for visitors. 

Below the parking garage there was an underground lab area sealed off completely from other research parts of the building.  This is where David Ruston did his own research and made his own rules. It is also where he played when the person or time were right. 

Down in the catacombs there were quarters, and other facilities and David could go very quietly from his penthouse on the top of the building to the lab area, to his "playrooms" and his private labs.  It was also amazing as to how totally soundproof six feet of concrete can be!  

"Put the white one in the room over there."

"You probably want a little fun boys, you can take your little "brotha" and make sure that he is entertained in the other room across the hall. "   "Our toys here will be waking up in a few minutes"  "Oh, I want my little thief to see and hear what is happening to your personal toy and entertainer of the evening."   "It will make the suffering even more fun for him."   "Oh, one other thing, you been remembering to take those little pills I gave you?"

"Yes Boss!"

"Would you each like a special party favor for your little friend in there?"

"That would be really cool man!"

"Ok boys, I will get two heavy duty Prostaglandin shots ready for each of you, I am gonna set this up to keep you both as hard and as big as possible for the next couple of hours!"  "I'm gonna shoot myself as well, when you're through we are gonna trade back and forth!"  "When he passes out, I'll bring him around with a stimulant so you can fuck him some more." 

"Did you remember to cuff your charge to the bed like I told you?"

"Yes Boss!"

"See my little prick in there is starting to wake up."

"Yeah, we see him on the TV."

"Let's have a look at yours."

"Yep, he's startin' to move around too."

"OK boys. Drop em!"

"Can't get over those fuckin shots don't hurt much."

"Love the feelin' after a few minutes as it starts to get hard and then jus keeps on a growin'!"

"The only rule is that you can't do real damage."  "You've gotta use lube!"  "I'm gonna wait a while before I give myself a dose."  "I want my little thief in there to hear very graphically what is happening to his little "homie" before he is re-introduced to the bigger and harder version of what he met a few days ago."  "He is gonna get the shit fucked outta him again and again and again just like your little toy."  "If he passes out use the code words "chicken shit".   "That will be my cue to bring some stimulants in, so he can't pass out any more."  "Make him scream a lot more because his safety mechanisms will be defeated." 

David walked over to a small panel in a lab control room.  What he had done was to activate a microphone and amplifier as well as a television monitor so that the hustler could see and hear what was happening to his "buddy" and now equally a captive.   The effect was enhanced by the fact that the sound system was very high quality so the fidelity of the screams would be reproduced more accurately and be even more frightening than the reality.  David watched patiently at a closed circuit television system into the two rooms where the captives were held. 

"Tyrone, this one is for you, should keep you hard as a fuckin rock for about 4 or 5 hours.  Gonna get sore, but if it does let me know and I have some cream that will take the pain out of it till the shot wears off."    "There's some stuff in there special to help you gain a little more size, lets the thing stretch a little more from the inside out."   "This is some new shit I been workin' on and it will have some good effects."

"Boss, can't get over these things don' really hurt at all."

"Oh, by the way guys, I'm really gonna fuck with the minds here."  "I want lots a screamin and yellin from your little charge in there."   "When he passes out, I'm gonna shoot him up with this stuff too and a few other things before I revive him."  "He's gonna be screamin and then beggin for you to fuck the shit out of him, and then screamin some more!"  "His fuckin little brain is going to do a melt down an when you're done with him, he gets a new job as one of my two little lab rabbits."

"Oh, while they are testin' out a few new things I got goin' they are gonna be fucked as often as we wanna do it."  "By the time we're through with them they'll be beggin to be fucked contstantly."  "Lookin for a way to make some really hot boy whores for a dude in South America."  "OK boys, there's a little dude in there that needs to meet you before you both get hard."  "That shit will be cuttin' in in a few so you better get in there an start rippin' the clothes off."

A few doors could be heard opening and closing, and then a few seconds of silence. . . . .

"Well. little bro, you finally gonna come back into the world and join us." 

"Look dudes, meant no harm, be cool and let me outa here, sall OK."

"Sorry, lil bro, you picked the wrong dude, the wrong place and the wrong time."

"That little white Motha Fucka you was hangin with, see, he ripped of our boss ta the tune of a couple a grand."   "So, by beein wit him you jus automatically fucked yousef!"  

"I'm a good lil bro I never hurt no one!" 

"Save it for some one who cares boy, we was a watchin when you an the little fucker broke dat glass outta dat Caddy and boosted that blaster."   "We saw da whole thing!"   "We turn ya loose we just gotta do our duty and give ya over to the Sheriff wit a statement."    "Owner of dat Caddy file a police report and you got over a grand for da glass which makes dat a really big deal yo got a police record."  

"I don't got no record!"

"Junior, startin to get a special feelin', mah cock and mah balls jus need some empty'n."  

"Yeah, Tyrone, me too!"

"What you guys a doin?"

"I ain't no fuckin faggot!"

"Ask us if we care lil dude, yo gonna start out by sucken deese cocks till theys full sized, then we is gonna have us a little lovin', aint we Junior?"

"I tole you I ain't no fuckin faggot!"

"Tyrone, I think he's gonna need some gentlin' and persuadin'."

"Let's get da res of dese threads off us, so our lil frien can see what he's gettin'  "

"Oh God, Oh Fuck!"  "Let me go!"  "I promise I never do nuttin gain lik what you'se seen me do."

The little hustler who had created this whole mess was cuffed to the cot in an adjacent room.  He knew what was happening and he was now more than worried that he was gonna be next.   He was struggling to pull his skinny arm out of the cuffs.  He was sweating and struggling and he did not know what to expect next. There was a picture on a flat screen monitor under the thick shock proof glass and there was sound and lot's of it.

Then he heard it. . .and he saw it. . . .

There was a slap that was loud and he could hear and see the force of the slap and it was very hard.

Then there was another slap and this one was harder than the last one.

Then there was screaming and crying.

"AAAAAAAAAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!"

"Geez Junior, looks like the little tough guy ain' so fuckin tough after all!"

"Take dis dick in yo mouth lil fucker and start suckin' it gentle like."

"NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"    "I ain't no GGDDDAaamm Faggot!"   

"Don worry little fucker, we be faggot enough for all tree of us!"

"Right now you got lil blood runnin from you lip and lil blood from you nose."

"You either start cooperatin', or next hit I gonna start breakin things."

"NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!"   "I ain't no fag, lemmmie gooooooooo!"

"Well, you makin mah cock get harder an harder fucker!"

"Look at Junior's over dere, see how big it's gettin'"

"Junior, never figgered that this lil bro wanted it up da azz."   "Lil skinny bro, bet he got a great azz on em!"   "Dees lil skinny ones usually do!"

"Boss says we gotta lube `em!"

"Oh Fuck nooooooooooooo!"

"Yes mah frien les get over there an get da threads off em."

"Let's see wha dat skinny lil body looks like!"

"Oh fuck!"  "No, yo aint gonna get me!"  "Oh no you don't" 

In the other room there were huge bodies in the view and then initially the sound of keys unlocking a lock coming over the speaker, then there was the sound of a chain being removed from metal.   The sound was similar to the sound his own cuff was making on the frame of the bed.   Then there was a horrible sound.   There was first a gasp and then there was the sound of a body being thrown against a cement block wall.   The sound was unmistakable. Things moved so fast as two monstrous men seen from the back grabbed the heap and threw it a second time against the wall till it lie as a silent and non moving pile on the floor. 

Then there was some gasping and then more crying. 

"Whaadd, I ever do to you?"

"Nothin lil bro, see da dude dat we work for, gain he was ripped off hella bad by dat lil fucker in the other room in dere."   "Da boss he a Dr and a Science dude."

"He also really rich dude an he pay us real well to take care of lil problems like you two lil fuckas." 

"You an dat whitie in da udder room, you gonna be real special lab assistants for him, you gonna tes out some new drugs he's a workin on."

"When he's through wid you, he jus sen you down to a dude whore house in Sout Merica an he rid of you permanently."  "An da beauty of da whol thing is dat by da time you go, you gonna be da bes whore in da whole place!"   "He fixin your brain so you fuck anyting dat walks and you get fucked and you be a beggin for it!"   "An don worry none, dat lil whitie in waitin gonna get what you get an worse!"

"Junior, let's get da threads off dis lil dude so we can commense da fuckin' ".  "Mah cock be getting harder and harder, an it needs to get rid some nice fresh cum and it needs ta go up dis lil bros azz!"

"Since you don feel like cooperatin' I just gonna rip dese here threads offa you an we see what you got!"  

A brief struggle was heard over the speakers and seen on the screen and then there was the sound of ripping material.  Then there was crying again and sobbing.  

The hustler's heart was racing at an incredible speed, he was trying to crawl out of his skin.  His name was Jerry Albright, and he had been in trouble nearly constantly since he was sixteen.  His brother had told his parents that he was sucking off a neighbor boy.  His Dad had gone over and beaten the Father of the neighbor kid and was arrested.   That was a couple of years ago.  His Mother blamed him, and when his Dad was in Jail, she simply threw him out on the street in her words to be with other unclean representatives of Satan.  

He had not finished High School, he had no chance then of getting a job because he was too young. Necessity being the rule, he simply learned to survive on the streets.   Now he was of age, but, he had no education and the few times that he had tried to get a job when his lack of HS education came up, he was laughed at.

He had only turned to theft when nothing else worked.   He had developed a few other problems in that he was just unbalanced enough not to care about his own life any more.   In fact, until right now, realizing that he might indeed be killed for what he had done, he was just now re-thinking that concept.

The drugs he had stolen, he had sold for a measly hundred bucks, and that had been taken off of him when he was sleeping within hours of the sale.   He didn't get anything at all out of the deal.   Here he was danger of something really bad, and he had nothing. 

"Fuck lil dude, you ain't got shit!"  "Look at dat lil tiny dick on em Junior."  "Fuck dat thing get hard and it not gonna be over 5 inches."  "Look at dis boy, normally it be about nine inches hard, but da doc tell me he gave me somthin special maybe it just keep growin a lil bigger just for your azz!"  

"Junior, get over here and let's start opening did lil dude up some!"

"See here, I jus gonna stroke you real gentle like and get ya ta relax."  "Junior now we gonna lay em over da side of da bed here, an we gonna have you hole es arms gentle like."  "Lil bro, nah first I gotta rub dis stuff on your azz hole!"  "If ya struggle when I do dis, an you do anything we see as tryin' to be baaaaad, Junior start breakin things."  "When we thorugh breakin things, yo gonna get fucked anyway."  "Dis stuff got some lube and some pain killer in it."  "Ya fight ya get mah cock dry, yo all be cooperatin' we at leas make it easy as we kin on ya."

"See da Doc, he a genius dude."  "He have some special roids an he give em to Junior an me."  "I was a tall dude, but I was so skinny an I use ta got a lil dick like yo gots right now."  "Da doc give me dis shit and I start a growin and I gets dis curly hair on my ches and mah cock an mah balls day started a growin'."  "In a couple a monts, I start getting real big, see."   "One day I askin da doc can he do sumpin for Junior, and he made da deal dat if he do for Junior dat we work for him takin care of problems."   "I suspectin that dese are da kin a shit he gonna use on you little fuckers."  "Lil dude, let me tell ya, ya don fuck wit da doc, he snuff you an he never bat an eye bout doin it."  "You lucky, see he don wanna snuff your azz, he just gonna use you an den he sen you down an you live out life reall nice."   "I been dere, you get treated real good, and you only gotta have sex all da time."   "Da dude ain't dat bad, yo treat em right."  "Yo fuck wit him, and he drop you outta a plane about two hundred miles out over da ocean, an nobody ever hear from you again, yo all end up shark food."

"Junior, yo dick is a throbbin and da veins is a standin' up!" 

"Boy, look at how boned mah dick is from lookin' at yo butt!"  "This Mo Fo feels as hard as a fuckin tire iron ya little fuckah!" 

"Remember dude, we gotta lube em up!"  "We gotta take it slow!"

"I jus loves dude-pussy!"  "Jus thinking bout it makes mah dick get even harder!"

"Tyrone, you needs ta get the lube for his azz!"

"Yeah Junior, I think it in the cabinet here."

"Yeah!  There it is!"

"WE usin that makeup remover stuff."

"Why we usin dat?"

"It wash off real easy wit hot water."

"Bet he azz virgin. . ."

"Get some in his azz and start workin it in."

"OOOOOOOO   Fuck No!"

"I ain't no Damn Fag!"    "I do the fucking!"   "I don't get it up the azz!"

"Junior, I think we need to show this little fucka what we mean!"

"What….What the…..What the fuck are you do. . . ."

- - - - - - - -

In the other room Jerry watched the back of a huge black man ripple with sweat.  He watched the man grab the former partner in crime.   The man lifted the cohort as if he weighed nothing.  He threw the weight against the wall ."   "There was the sound of a thud, and then there was momentary silence.   Then the huge figure grabbed his conquest again and threw the body against the wall a second time.   Then a third time.

The limp body was draped over the bed and positioned.   As the victim begain to regain consciousness there was moaning.   From the rear Jerry could see one of the two figures scoop a generous glop of the lubricant from the white jar.   It was easy to see the huge hand slather the ointment and lubricant between the ass crack and the area behind the victim's balls.   The moans became louder.   Then one of the two men in silence simply started scraping the excess lubricant and working it in the hole with the fingers.  The moans increased in volume.   

- - - - - - - -

"Gimme a little o dat stuff for mah dick."

"Take a little for yo own."

"OK"

"Gonna loosen em up!"

"Gimme one o dem rubber gloves."

"How yo all gonna do it Tyrone?"

"Geez Junior, you tink you never fucked dude pussy b'fore"

"I never hadda `loosen em up' and dats for certain.!

"Whattaya do den Junior?"

"I jus fuckes em!"

"Jeez  Junior, you could fuck a dude to death wid dat thing."   "Y'all is crazy man, ya gotta stretch em out a little first." 

"Look, Tyrone gonna show ya how. . . "

"See I takes two fingers in dis rubber glove and I starts working dem into his hole and very slowly I starts workin dem in farder and farder."

- - - - - - - -

Just as the first finger penetrated Jerry could hear a really loud moan.  It was obvious that the victim of the gang-bang to come was not yet fully conscious but he was getting there.  Just then Junior turned around after some whispering that Jerry couldn't quite make out, it sounded like he said chicken-shit.   It looked like he pushed a button near the door of the small room.    About a minute later the man he had ripped off showed up with a few things on a medical tray.   It looked like there was a couple of syringes, and then there was this bottle of something that looked like some sort of inhaler. 

The two brutes rolled the victim onto his back momentarily and the doctor reached for one syringe.  Jerry could not see where it was injected.   Then a few seconds later he was rolled back onto his stomach and another syringe was darted into his butt.   Finally, the victim was grabbed again and the two brutes held him up.  The victim had started to shake and it was obvious he was waking up quickly now.  One of the two shots at least was a stimulant of some sort and when the breathing increased in depth and speed from the first drug the inhaler was placed under the victims nose and given a squeeze administering the drug by a squirt up the bleeding nose.  

Jerry could see his friend's eyes open wide and he started to shake.  OK boys, got him fixed for ya, he wont pass out again!  He'll enjoy it so much more if he's awake!

- - - - - - - -

"What's yo name boy?"

"C-c-c-c-  Curtis".

"Well Curtis, y'all knows what's comin'."

"Ya gonna be cooperatin' or are we gonna have ta persuade ya little more?"

"I ain't no fag, damn it guys!" 

"I ain't never taken anything up my ass before!"

- - - - - - - -

Jerry could see the tears on the face of his friend as he was beginning to resign himself to death or worse.  Blood was leaking from several cuts on his face and body and his nose had still not fully stopped bleeding.

As he opened his mouth, Jerry could see that he had cuts inside his mouth because his teeth were red with his own blood.

Jerry started to shake in fear of his own fate.  It was obvious in his own mind that the torture and possible death of Curtis was something he was supposed to watch.  

Just then, Jerry heard the lock of the door turn and the doctor walked in.   He immediately recoiled and began to thrash at his bond to the point that he was in danger of cutting his wrist with the handcuff.  The doctor had walked in with a tray.  On that tray was an inhaler and two syringes.  

The doctor was a good sized man.  He was smiling as he approached the bed.   Without warning he backhanded the second captive so hard it nearly knocked the wind out of him.   With a grin on his face that could curdle milk he hit him again and this time even harder.   The doctor struck him a third time and Jerry could feel blood in his mouth.  The forth blow was even harder and within a few seconds Jerry faded into blackness.   The doctor laughed an evil laugh and never lost his smile the whole time.   Fading into unconsciousness Jerry felt a mild sting to his dick and a mild sting in his right butt cheek.   All of a sudden he felt a spray of a high volume of liquid up his nose and that stuff really hurt and hurt bad.   Instantaneously it was as if he had been plugged into a 220 volt circuit he came alive and started to shake and tremble.  It was a stimulant, but Jerry had never felt anything like this.   

- - - - - - - -

"Well my young friend, I see that you have decided to become a guest with me for a while."  "The drugs you were both just given are kind of interesting."  "The first one in your dick is basically a simple erectile agent."   "It has a few other things in it that will be the beginning of one of my experiments."  "Your young friend in there got the same thing."   "I want you both to pay particular attention to your dicks as the night unfolds."   "You will be quite amazed at the effects that these drugs have on you."  "Oh, the inhaler is very special."  "It plays with your chemical makeup and causes you to completely end making a substance called prolactin."   "It also has some effects on synthesis of fluid for the manufacture of semen."  "Making more semen of course takes time, but, I can crank up your production of pre-cum to the point that you and your buddy will be making it by the fifty-five gallon drum if I want."   "That would of course kill you from dehydration, but, we won't go that far tonight."   "You see my young friend, you have not suffered yet, there is a great deal more."    "What will make this evening even more interesting is that the other shot is a very powerful stimulant."  "Over the next hour the power of that drug will increase exponentially."   "As that effect grows it will have a profound effect on your dick, and it combined with all the other effects will do things to your brain."  "The other night all I wanted was a quick fuck and a goodbye."   "You took things that did not belong to you."  "You took life-saving medication away from a good friend of mine."   "Well, since you seem so interested in that medication, I am going to use some experimental versions of a few of the things you took on you!"  "If, and I mean if, you survive this, you may be lucky enough to be sent to an all male brothel down in South America."  "You know, you and your dumb little puke friend in there think you're real bad-asses."   "I have some experimental stuff I am working on for shall we say `friends' down there."  "They need some people for their very important and even more important lucrative work, but they have certain requirements."   "Depending on how you do with your time here, maybe they will give me the guinea pigs I need and just maybe I will make a few million dollars more from my creations."

"I hate to interrupt you, you need to start watching your friend on the screen, because your fate before the rise of the sun in the morning will be even more interesting."   "Enjoy yourself scum!"   "Oh, by the way, see that clock on the wall?"  "Your fun begins in about an hour, by that time you will see some very interesting changes in your friend, and, in yourself."   "Ciao asshole!"

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