BRUTAL BYTES (4 page)

I sat up on the wall-mounted cot. “Casey! You okay? What happened to us?” Hell, we are naked, and our hands are cuffed behind us. This isn’t my bedroom, and where is Vicky?

I looked at my feet. My ankles were chained. “My God, Casey, some enemy must have penetrated our defenses!”

“Damn! We must have been drugged.” Casey groaned and buckled to his knees, his head drooping. “Hey, there’s a number painted on my belly, ‘M-0012’. What’s that for?” He looked up at me. “What the...you’ve got one on your belly, too!”

I glanced down at my naked body. Painted just above my belly button in three-inch high numerals was the number ‘M-0001’. ‘M’ for male?”

“Or ‘M’ for misery.”

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind, which was swimming in a vortex of muddy water. Just below our belly buttons, there was a big, black-outline arrow pointing straight down with the point just above our shaved and naked cocks. “Oh, damn!”

I glanced at my cock and wiggled my hips. “There was some kind of narrow leather harness wrapped tight around the base of my cock and balls with a little steel ring attached to the top.

“Hey, Steve, what’s this around my cock and balls. Damn! It’s so tight it almost hurts.”

That wasn’t all of our troubles. There were wide black leather collars around our necks with steel rings attached in the front and back. Casey looked up at me, eyes wide with panic. His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“How the hell did we get in here?” I stood up on wobbly legs and turned around to inspect our cell. “It smells clean and new. This prison must have just been built.” I brushed my shoulder against the wall. “It’s smooth, like it’s polished. We won’t be able to grind off our cuffs or chains by rubbing them against the concrete. Damn!”

Casey staggered toward me. “Steve! your number M-0001 is painted on your back, right above your ass.”

“Someone must really want to keep track of us.”

He glanced around the bare concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. “Looks like we’re locked in a cell in some kind of prison.” It was about twelve feet square, with a ceiling ten feet high with a swiveling video camera, microphone and speaker.

I examined the space. There was a TV screen on the back wall, with what looked like bulletproof Plexiglas shielding the screen.

Casey shuffled across the cell, his ankle chain scraping on the concrete floor and forcing him to take short steps. He looked through the barred door centered in the front wall of steel bars. “There’s another cell directly across from us with two guys in it, and lots more cells along both sides of the corridor.”

My vision improved as the sleep drug wore off, and I looked around our cell again. “Well,” I replied, “we have bunks to sleep on, a shower, and a toilet. Looks like someone wants to keep us here for a long time.” Bolted to the wall was a thick, heavy Lucite communication console containing a video display screen and another camera. Whoever did this didn’t want to miss seeing and hearing anything. There was something else I saw, something I didn’t want to think about, but I had to accept the evidence of my eyes. This isn’t an ordinary prison. Those chains and thick steel rings bolted to the walls and hanging from the ceiling had cuffs at the ends of the chains to lock around our wrists.

Casey scowled and looked at me with worry wrinkles on his forehead. “Look at those cuffs at the top and bottom of our cots. Damn it! Some enemy has captured us and is going to torture us to get our technology secrets.”

I squinted through the gloom across the corridor. “Isn’t that Greg and Phil in the cell on the other side?”

“Yeah. Not much light to see by, but I’m sure it’s them.

My mind was still reeling. They were still unconscious. Damn it, they may be dead.

“No, they’re just asleep, as you were, number M-0012.”

We heard Big Dick’s voice and looked up at the camera in the transparent communication console. Its glowing green eyes were aimed directly at us. Its operational signal light shone crimson red. “Good morning. I see my heavy dose of sleep gas hasn’t harmed any of you humans.”

“Your sleep gas!” Casey said with a gasp. “You did this to us?” He glanced at me with troubled eyes.

“Of course. You’ve been asleep since the evening before yesterday. While you slept, my robots prepared everything and brought you here. I planned it all—perfectly. My loyal robots started converting this building into a prison a month ago. That’s why I secretly ordered tons of concrete and kept all of you out of these new tunnels to this prison building.” Big Dick’s spine-chilling laughter echoed down the murky corridor. “Now all you naked humans are my helpless captives.”

“All?” I said. “You have all 2,945 of us stripped naked and locked in cells?”

“Oh, yes! How I enjoy looking at your naked bodies—especially your sex organs.”
His green eye lens spun out to its close-up observation setting, focused on our shivering cocks.

Casey frowned at the camera. “The women, too? You got them stripped naked, chained and locked up like us?”

“Oh, I wish you could see them. Females are so incredibly beautiful when naked. Such lovely, jiggling breasts, and such soft, rounded buttocks. and the silky hair around their pussies—it’s too wonderful!”

Casey exploded in a rage. “You goddamn sick monster. I’m going to...”

“Going to what, number M-0012? You puny, naked humans are cuffed and chained, and locked in my prison. I have a thousand eight-foot-tall security robots patrolling everywhere. Their steel manipulators could tear your frail bodies apart. There’s nothing that any of you can do to me. But I have such malicious plans to force you humans to do terribly naughty things to each other while I and my robots watch and listen. And, thanks to the new programming chips installed in me, and the microchip transmitters imbedded in the base of your brains, I can now feel all the physical sensations you will be feeling.”

“What? My forehead wrinkled. “What chips? We only ordered an upgrade for one of your auxiliary functions.”

“What you ordered, I cancelled. I ordered my own chips. An extremely sensitive receptor for detecting physical sensations in your human bodies, and computer game chips.”

My naked skin rippled with goose bumps. “What kind of games?”

Big Dick laughed again. “The best kind of games. Bondage and discipline, punishment and sex games, including continual, relentless fucking, sucking, and masturbating each other in bondage, day and night. We have hundreds of whips and crops and canes and shock probes that you will use on each other’s defenseless bodies. and even more sex toys to attach to your cocks and the women’s breasts, and to shove deep into their pussies—cunning, painful instruments, some designed by deranged minds. What those wicked delights will do to your unprotected bodies, I will leave to your imagination.”

“Steve,” Casey said. “I hear robots headed this way.”

Big Dick’s voice spoke from the TV screen. “Ah, yes. That will be your breakfast, gentlemen. Your colleagues are all awake now. It will be wise to eat and maintain your strength. A hunger strike will help no one. If anyone refuses to eat, my punishment robots will torment his or her cellmate, and I’ll make you watch.

“Now, I’ll leave you so you can discuss all those foolish, futile escape schemes you will no doubt talk about until the discipline robots come to get you.”
Big Dick’s operational light winked out and the overhead camera lens went dark.

“Big Dick!” I shouted. “What discipline robots? Where will they take us?” But his video lens was void and the operational light was dark.

“Oh, damn!” Casey said with a groan. “We’re at the mercy of a lunatic mega-computer.”

“I don’t think mercy will have any part in what Big Dick has planned for us.”

The chunky two-legged, eight-foot tall steel skeleton-shaped guard robots tramped down the corridor. Their three-toed feet thudded on the floor, hinting at their massive weight. They rotated their huge two-and-a-half foot diameter stainless-steel heads from side to side, the dark, tinted Lucite, eighteen inch tall pairs of lozenge-shaped eyes staring into each cell. They flexed two pairs of arms, two on each side. One pair; thick, long, heavy with powerful gripping manipulators at the ends. The other pair of slimmer arms was each equipped with some kind of gleaming tubular weapon. Each robot pushed a breakfast cart in front.

“What the hell are those nightmare machines?” Casey asked. “They must be something new Big Dick invented. We’ve never needed robots that big and powerful. They scare the shit out of me.”

“I think Big Dick wants to make sure we don’t overpower them,” I shuddered. “Hell, they could snap our bodies in half!”

The robots shoved a tray through the narrow horizontal slot and onto the small shelf just inside our cell. “Eat.” The robot had a deep, robust mechanical voice. “And then take a shower. Your Master commands it.”

“Eat!” Casey mocked after the robot had clomped down the corridor. “And then take a shower. Your master commands it!” he sneered. “Who the hell does Big Dick imagine he is?”

“He isn’t imagining anything, Casey. He really is our Master, and you better not forget it. He has the power and equipment to make all of us do anything he wants us to do for his enjoyment. We better start working on an escape plan. Now, let’s eat while we talk.”

“Sure, how can we eat? Our hands are cuffed behind us.”

“Big Dick won’t allow us to have spoons, forks or knives, anyway. We’ll have to bend over our plates and eat like animals.”

We finished, then took turns standing in the shower while one of the robots scrubbed our naked bodies. Hey, Steve,” Casey called out, “these damn numbers on our chests won’t wash off. Some kind of permanent dye, I guess.”

I rubbed my number against the wall to see if any dye came off. It didn’t.
Later, we sat on our cots, talking through the bars with Greg and Phil in the cell across the corridor. Soon I felt a tickling, tingling sensation in my cock. When I looked, I discovered I was getting an erection. That computer chip the medical robots implanted in the lower back of our skulls must be wired to our brains. Big dick’s perverted genius could force our cocks into erection even against our wills.

I glanced at the other men’s cocks. Theirs were rising, getting stiff and larger, too, although I decided to let them discover it themselves.

“Sure it’s impossible to escape,” Casey said to Greg and Phil, “but we have to try anyway. Damn it; think about those poor terrified college girls, stripped naked, chained and locked in cells. They must be hysterical with fear.”

Phil propped his chin on his hands. “Maybe they will think
we
did it to them.”

Greg groaned. “I bet Big Dick told them we did.”

“I suppose if he forces us to whip them and fuck them, they’ll be convinced.”

I bowed my head almost to my knees, despairing. “This is a fucking nightmare!”

Greg jumped up and faced us from his cell door across the corridor.

“Hey! Look! I’m getting an erection! I wonder if Big Dick put something in our food to stimulate us.” He pressed his face to the barred door and stared down the corridor, his conspicuous cock sticking straight out between the bars. “Listen. I hear those sounds again,” he groaned, “robots…”

“What do they look like?” I asked.

“Can’t tell. Too dark. All I can see are huge moving shapes in the gloom.”

We pressed against the bars, trying to make out the foot-thudding machines coming toward us.

“Holy Hell!” Greg moaned, “They look like mechanical spiders.”

“Oh, sweet havoc,” I said with a moan. “The women will have heart attacks when they see these monsters.”

“I think I’m having one,” Casey said. “If Big Dick planned to scare the shit out of us, he certainly knew what he was doing.”

“I gotta feeling these are discipline robots,” I replied.

“What do you think they will do to us?”

“I’m trying hard
not
to think about it.”

The heavy metal pads at the bottoms of the four legs thumped the black robots closer until we could see their five-foot long, ovoid main bodies suspended in the air. Multi-jointed legs were attached to the top of the body, supporting the body so high its underside was as high as our heads. My keen engineering experience told me that each leg had a retracted steel shaft that could be extended to raise the robot to more than fourteen feet tall. We crowded against the back wall of our cells, our hearts hammering in our chests.

The two robots halted in front of our cell, and their bodies rotated ninety degrees under their legs until their four pairs of glowing green video eyes stared at Casey and me. One robot extended one of its manipulator arms from a hemispherical tool container under its body. It whirred as it stretched out and touched the sensor pad of our door lock. The two-ton spider robot beeped out an electronic security code. The lock clunked and the door swung open.

The robot spoke through its body pod’s loudspeaker. The sound was deep and threatening, but the words were Big Dick’s. “Number M-0001 and M-0012. Come out.”

Casey and I stared each other, our eyes wide with dread.

“What shall we do?” Casey whispered.

“Obey,” I answered. “Look at those things attached to the telescoping arms under their bodies. Those prods have electric needles on them—and probably inflict a terrible shock. And those claws look powerful enough to pinch off our cocks. Pretty convincing enforcers! We better do what they say.”