The farmhouse was a 1950s tract house, dropped into the wilderness. The man in camo fatigues made Tom take the lead through the back door, across the kitchen, and down the stairs to the basement. The space at the foot of the stairs was a laundry room, with a washer, dryer, and a big wash basin. The rest of the basement was walled off, with sheet metal doors denying access to the spaces beyond.
"That way." Camo Man waved his gun arm toward the far end of the laundry room.
Tom stopped at the painted steel door. Camo Man took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door's deadbolt. "Here's your new home. We hope you enjoy your visit. We're sure going to."
He opened the door, revealing steel bars. "We'll punish you if you try to escape." Camo Man unlocked the bars and swung them open. "Severely." He unfastened the cuffs and then pushed Tom, sending him stumbling into the room. He closed the bars and door. The deadbolt snicked into place.
He was in a large room with bare concrete walls and a worn rug on the concrete floor. The door bars were set in a cinderblock wall. Plywood sheets covered the barred windows. The only furniture was a king-sized mattress and a pair of heavy easy chairs. A toilet, sink, and a rusty steel shower stall occupied one corner of the room.
A man got up from the bed. "Hi. I'm Washington. Washington Jeffries." Tom's fellow prisoner was a slim college-age black man with untidy hair and an unkempt beard, naked except for a pair of clinging briefs that showed off his oversized dick. "How'd they get you?"
"I thought the road to this farm was a shortcut to my friends' place. I was turning around and the guy in camo . . ."
"Caleb. Likes to be called 'Sir.'"
"Okay, Caleb. He was pointing a rifle at me. Made me get out of the Jeep . . ." He felt ashamed, but continued anyway. ". . . And suck his dick."
"Caleb sure likes blow jobs," Washington said. "What then?"
"Another guy came over . . ."
"That'd be Donny. DO NOT get him mad. He's got a real temper."
"Uh . . . All right."
"Just do what he says. It gets a little kinky, especially for a straight guy, I guess. But, you can handle it . . . It won't hurt near as much as what Donny or Caleb will do if you disobey them. They won't do any permanent damage, but still . . . Well, pain is pain."
"So, we're their sex slaves?"
Washington shrugged. "Yeah. That's pretty much it."
He put his hand on Tom's crotch. "I want to fuck." He unbuckled Tom's belt and then opened his fly. He took Tom's rapidly hardening cock out of his pants. "Looks like you're ready."
Washington pressed his hard athletic body against Tom's and kissed him fiercely. They kissed, hard and dirty with aggressive tongues, while rubbing stiff cocks and kneading each other's firm buttocks.
"Damn!" Washington growled. "You feel good. KISSING you feels great." He kissed Tom again. The kiss went on and on with tongues thrusting and parrying. "I miss kissing. The sex with Caleb and Donny is pretty good, once you get used to the kinks, but they don't kiss."
He pushed Tom's jeans down around his ankles. "There's some other things they don't do, either." He turned Tom around and bent him over. "Like take it up the butt."
"Is that what you want to do?" Tom asked. "Fuck me?"
"Do you like it up the ass?" Washington tore his tightly stretched briefs off and rubbed his stiff rod along Tom's butt crack.
