by Mary Ann

Main Characters - Chris, Vin

Beta - thanks to Linda for looking this story over for me

Warning: depiction of sexual assault

Based on the episode, Inmate 78.

ONE

"Orin, Tanner can't fly yet. He's still limited to desk duty. His doctor said another two weeks. So, how's he supposed to get there?"

AD Orin Travis smiled at his SAC, Chris Larabee, leader of ATF Team Seven. "I have your transportation taken care of. Tanner and one other can drive, the others are flying. I've arranged for the use of the departments new SUV that we just acquired. You can decide who will drive with Vin. Here's the paperwork on the seminar, hotel reservations, plane tickets and gas card. Whoever is driving has two to three days to get there, leave tomorrow or Wednesday. You must sign in Friday evening. The rest will fly out Friday."

"A weekend seminar?" Chris still couldn't believe this thing had been scheduled over a weekend.

"It starts Saturday morning and ends Monday afternoon. Team Three will be there, they'll travel with your men. Monday's return flight leaves late Monday afternoon. I'll expect those men at work Wednesday. Vin and driver, no later than Friday morning. Everyone has the day after returning off. So best get back to your office and get things lined out as to who is driving and who's flying."

"Yes sir." Chris picked up the folder with everything in it when Travis pointed to it. He glanced inside and nodded. "I'll give the good news to the guys, I'm sure they will be thrilled."

Orin smiled, "I imagine it'll go over like a lead balloon."

"Or worse. I'll let you know who's driving, though it'll be me."

"That's what I thought. Keep me informed when you leave here and there."

"I will," Chris said and with a last nod left, not seeing his boss' small smile.

Chris returned to Team Seven's bullpen, seeing guilty looks on several of the men's faces as they quickly turned back to their work, trying to look busy. He motioned towards the cantina-meeting room and walked to the door, behind him he heard shuffling as his team rose and followed him.

With a grin Chris sat the folder on the table and waited for the others to be seated. He glanced around the room then said, "Listen up ladies. We're going to a seminar this weekend. Vin you and I are driving, we leave in the morning. The rest of you are flying out on Friday," he opened the folder and began going through the items inside it.

"Where're we going?" Vin asked before everyone else did.

"Flagstaff."

"I have a previous engagement," Ezra said.

"Cancel it. We ALL have to be there. Vin and I will meet you Friday at the hotel. It's mandatory that we are all there, no excuses. Here's the itinerary, hotel reservations and plane tickets, for flying there and back next Monday." Chris said as he laid everything on the table. He picked up the gas card and several motel vouchers he and Vin would use on their trip.

"I would prefer to drive myself there. I could transport Mr. Tanner."

"Forget it Ezra; you'll have an excuse not to arrive. You're flying and if you want a room alone, you better get there on time." Chris picked up the hotel packet and looked over the room reservations for the team. He picked out the one with two queen beds, fridge and microwave in it. The rest he sat down for the others to choose what they wanted.

"Two men to a room, there is only one single room. Josiah, Ezra, you can fight it out what room you want," he said and smiled when Ezra moved fast and grabbed the single room's voucher.

Josiah grinned at Chris and nodded his head, one tactic that worked with Ezra.

"Josiah will be in charge until Vin and I return. It's four now, let's get things wrapped up and call it a day." Chris headed for the door. "Vin, need to talk to you a minute," he said as he left the room.

Vin pushed out of his chair and followed Chris out of the room as the other men pawed over the paperwork. At the door he paused, turned and swiftly threw a wadded up paper at Buck, hitting him in the center of his forehead. Buck yelped then cussed, causing his roommate JD to laugh and Nathan, the teams EMT to look and see what happened. Vin nodded to Nathan, winked at JD and limped across the bullpen to Chris' office where he eased himself into a chair.

Chris shook his head, a smile on his lips having heard Buck's words. "You got him back?"

"A little," grinned Vin.

The smile widened as Chris glanced out the window into the bullpen. Buck was walking to his desk rubbing his forehead. Chris knew the man was already thinking on how to get the sharpshooter back. He glanced down at the paperwork on his desk, bringing him back to the trip.

"I think we'll leave in the morning. Take it easy so you don't have to be cooped up in the car for to many hours at a time."

"Sure I have to go?"

"Yes. Nonnegotiable. Travis said since you're able to come to work, even if its desk work, you have to go. It's the closest seminar, team three is going since they have a walking wounded member too, but he can fly. Other teams are going to other seminars farther away over the next six weeks. We'll get this done and forget it, get back to doing our work."

"Don't know why I can't fly by now," Vin said then wrinkled his nose, he really didn't like to fly, his claustrophobia caused him problems when he had to fly.

"You'd think that concussion would be the cause. Along with your healing thigh and ribs. How's the headaches?" Chris' eyes studied the handsome, but thin face across from him.

"It's fine." At the raised eyebrow he received, Vin added, "Only one headache since yesterday."

"We're driving. You'll be more comfortable too. I know you'll enjoy it a lot more than flying. Even a short flight would be uncomfortable for you."

Pink tinged Vin's cheeks as he remembered the last plane flight he'd been on with his team. His claustrophobia almost consumed him, causing him a full blown-panic. Nathan had forced a couple pills down his throat to calm him down before other passengers complained. It was then that his teammates realized that he was claustrophobic, and how bad he was. He nodded his head, he didn't want to have to be drugged to attend a seminar, by driving he could get out and walk around when he needed fresh air.

"Since you picked me up this morning, you can drop me off then pick me up tomorrow when we leave."

"How about we pick up the SUV, get your stuff and leave from the ranch?"

"You got donuts for breakfast?"

Chris sighed, "We can run past your bakery and get you enough to last several days."

Vin's smile lit up his face. "Sounds like a plan," he said, beginning to get out of the chair.

Chris grabbed Vin's outstretched hand and pulled him upright.

"I'll get my computer shut down and be ready to leave in a few minutes," Vin said as he moved to the door.

"I'll be at least fifteen minutes to get this mess organized," Chris said as he watched Vin limp out the door with a nod of his head. He kept an eye on the sharpshooter as Vin eased onto his desk chair before turning to his paperwork.

A half hour later Chris and Vin were pulling into a parking space at Vin's apartment building. Chris thought of the four flights of stairs they hat to go up and how long it would take to get to Vin's fourth floor apartment.

Vin grinned at Chris as he checked his mail, knowing what he was thinking. "Elevator is working lately. I don't like using it, but four flights are a little too much. Only had one day I had to use the steps," he stated as he walked to the old open sided elevator. With a shudder he entered with Chris beside him.

It took several minutes to reach the fourth floor, the elevator whizzed and groaned as it lurched and swayed its way higher and higher. Both men were relieved when the gated door slid open and they could exit.

Vin led the way to his apartment and opened the door. It didn't take long to gather what he needed for the trip and fit in his duffle bag. After making sure that his gun case and most of his guns were safely confined, he was ready to leave. Chris took the bag from Vin and they left, locking up behind them.

The elevator was still waiting at the end of the hall and they rode it down. Outside they moved to the SUV, a Trailblazer, and Chris stored Vin's bag in the back. First stopping at the bakery that Vin loved to get a box of donuts, Chris then headed for the ranch.

Having made arrangements with his friend and neighbor to check on the horses daily, Chris and Vin left early the next morning.

It was late Friday afternoon when the two agents pulled into a parking spot at the Little American Hotel in Flagstaff Arizona, both men tired and cranky. The drive had taken hours longer then what they'd expected. Thanks to long stretches of highway work on the freeways, from Albuquerque then between Santa Fe to Flagstaff. They decided they'd go a different route home and hope the roads would be better. They knew the highway departments were trying to get the work finished before winter set in, but the delays were still frustrating.

After signing in for their room and the seminar they walked to the nearest restaurant and found the rest of their team. The lively conversation brought the two men out of their grumpiness and they left the restaurant in a happier mood.

The good night's sleep did wonders for Chris and Vin's attitudes, they rose to a beautiful sunrise on the last day of September. A brisk breeze and cloudless sky made the whole team wish they could be outside instead of in a large room listening to how the new changes in the ATF were going to affect them. They realized by the end of the first day that whatever changes were being made wouldn't be major things to what they were already doing. By Sunday evening they were bored and couldn't wait to be released the next day.

Monday dawned bright and windy once more and it was almost noon before all who attended the seminar were released to return to wherever they'd come from. Agents scattered from Flagstaff, heading into Utah, Nevada and New Mexico, along with the men from Denver.

Chris and Vin had poured over the road maps and mapped out their return trip. They'd go north through the Navajo Nation to highway 191, at Mexican Hat they'd be going north to Moab, and north a bit more to hit highway 70 to Denver. They picked up a couple of throw-away camera's as they figured they would be seeing some country they had never seen before.

At 1PM Chris and Vin headed out after having lunch with their teammates. Buck insisted that they contact them when they stopped for the night; the others should be home by that time as their flight left at three. They would all go to the office for an hour to check in with Travis and collect their vehicles before heading to their homes.

Darkness was falling when Chris and Vin drove through the town of Bluff, looking for a motel.

They were relaxed, having enjoyed the afternoon. The drive should have taken around four hours, but due to the country they were passing through, it had taken longer. They had stopped several times as they passed through the Painted Desert and parts of Monument Valley. They were struck silent by the beauty they were seeing.

In Bluff they managed to get the last room in the Desert Rose Inn, and were happy that there was a restaurant nearby.

Tuesday dawned dark and grey and a lot cooler than the last days had been. After checking out they had breakfast, filled the gas tank, and headed north. Chris called Buck to let him know that they should be home by dark, if not sooner. But once again as they drove north the countryside drew them to go slower and take in the spectacular vistas.

Less than an hour from Moab, where they planned to stop for lunch they had to pull over. One of the tires had gone flat. They changed the tire, and were not happy with the spare that was what they called a ‘donut', good for short distances and lower speeds. They knew they still had almost sixty miles to go to reach Moab.

A car pulled up behind them as they were throwing the flat into the back of the SUV. The man got out of the car and looked at the small tire.

"Not going to get far with that. There's a little town about four miles away, has an excellent mechanic and he knows his stuff. The turn off is a mile and a half up the road, on the right. Not much left there anymore, Jericho is dying. But the garage is excellent; there is a nice hotel-restaurant-bar combination, The Jericho House, and a couple other businesses. Sheriff lives there too; he covers a lot of this country. If you don't see the sign, turn at the real wide road on your right that hits this road, should be there in less than ten minutes." The friendly man informed them as he shook his head. "Not good to be stuck out here so far from a good garage. The hotel is clean and the food there is very good."

Thanking the man Vin turned to Chris when the man drove away. "Well it's not that far and we wouldn't have to drive to Moab on this tire."

"Yeah, good idea. I think the flat should be an easy fix, looks like just a rock or nail, it's a new tire so shouldn't be a problem. We can get some coffee while we wait," Chris answered as they moved to the doors.

"Hate these spare donuts, too bad we didn't make sure there was a real tire in this."

Chris grinned as he slid under the steering wheel and started the vehicle. "I should have remembered, all new cars come with donuts. Guess they can sell more tires that way. Will have Travis check into getting regular tires for any new rigs they get from now on."

"Too late for us this trip," Vin added as Chris pulled onto the road once more.

A couple of minutes later they spotted the crumbling sign for Jericho and turned off the highway. They found the small, dusty town nestled in a canyon with a sluggish stream flowing through. The few businesses that lined the tired looking street were dusty but in good repair. They had passed several older houses that were well cared for with nice yards. Vin pointed to a brightly painted sign across from the two-story hotel: ‘One-Stop Garage' it advertised. Two gas pumps stood under an old awning that was attached to the front of the white painted shop and office. Two garage doors were open in the shop with a car in one of the bays.

They parked in front of the empty bay and got out of the car. The man who was working under the car on a lift smiled at them before giving one last turn to what he was doing before moving towards them, wiping his hands on a cloth.

"Morning, boys. Can I help you?" the thin fiftyish looking man asked.

"Good morning. Had a flat tire, wonder if you can fix it for us," Chris said opening the back and pointing to the tire.

Shrewd eyes quickly went over the blond dressed in black and the younger long haired man in a flannel shirt. He smiled, "I'm Cole and I can fix your tire. It will be an hour though; I have to get this car finished before I can start. I'll change the tires around for you, these donuts are worthless. You can go over to the hotel and wait; they have good cake and coffee."

"We'll do that. Thanks," Chris said. Together the two men walked across the street to the hotel.

Cole watched them go up the steps and enter the hotel then went inside and made a quick phone call before returning to work.

TWO

The hotel and restaurant entry was one large room. An old bar with a mirror behind it stretched halfway across the back wall. The stairway end of the bar held a hotel registration book and a laptop computer. Behind the bar was a shelf holding a huge coffee urn and an assortment of liquor bottles, a chalk board listed the special for the day.

On the left side of the room was a carpeted stairway going up to the hotel rooms. Along the stair wall were several armchairs and two couches with a few small tables holding lamps and magazines scattered around the furniture. The right part of the room held spotless dining tables with small bud vases, menus and place settings. A door was to the right of the bar and an older grey haired woman came towards them, a smile on her face. She brought the smell of something good cooking with her.

"Good morning gentlemen. Welcome to the Jericho House. Can I get you something?" she asked as they sat down at one of the tables beside a window.

"Morning ma'am. Coffee please," Vin said as his gaze took in the room, noting the pictures and paintings that adorned the walls. Warm looking Navaho blankets were on the couches adding a vivid splash of color to the cream colored furniture.

"It's a little late for breakfast but we still have fresh fruit and homemade cinnamon bread if you would like some. Lunch won't be ready for at least a half hour," the matronly lady told them.

Vin smiled. "Cinnamon bread sounds good."

"I'll bring it with your coffee." The woman said and moved to the end of the bar and proceeded to slice several thick slices of the loaf of bread she took from a covered container. Placing the bread on a plate with butter patties she put it on a serving tray then moved to the coffee urn. A quick glance over her shoulder she saw the two men looking out the window, she grabbed two coffee mugs and sticking one under the urn spout she dropped something into the cup before adding the coffee. She did the same to the second cup then placed the small bottle back into her pocket. Placing the mugs on the tray before moving around the end of the bar, she carried it to the men's table.

Placing the mugs in front of each man she put the plate of bread between them. "Is there anything else I can get for you gentlemen?"

"Thanks. This should be enough," Chris said as Vin buttered a slice of the bread.

"Thanks ma'am," Vin added taking a bite of the cinnamon bread and spooned sugar into his coffee. "This is really good ma'am."

"Please call me Jessie. Glad you like the bread, it is our specialty. I'll bring you a coffee carafe. Enjoy," she replied and turned back to the counter. Jessie filled a carafe, then dripped more liquid from the small bottle hidden in her pocket. Shaking the carafe a bit to stir the drops in she then carried it to the strangers table.

"There you go gentlemen. If you need anything else just call out," she said with a smile as she placed the container on the table then left to answer the phone that began to ring.

Chris and Vin talked quietly as they ate and drank. After drinking a last cup of coffee Vin glanced around the quiet room.

"I seen an antique and general store a couple of doors down, want 'a go see what they've got before heading to the garage?"

"Sounds good, can't sit here much longer," Chris said standing up.

They walked over to the bar where Jessie was stacking some glasses. Vin pointed to the restroom sign and headed down the hall beside the stairs while Chris dug out his wallet to pay the bill. Chris noticed Vin barely limped on his wounded leg. He was happy that it seemed to be getting better, and the extended car ride wasn't bothering him.

A tall thin man approached the bar and asked, "Can I interest you in a Rolex watch? They are the best made."

"I got no use for one."

"Here's your bill. You and your friend passing through Jericho on business?" Jessie asked placing the slip of paper in front of Chris.

"Flat tire. We'll be gone shortly."

"Perhaps someone special? A friend or family member you could give to as a gift?"

"I said no, mister."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend. Uh I'm truly sorry to have bothered you."

"Sir, you're under arrest, suspicion of robbery." A gruff voice rang out and Chris looked towards the big man who had walked in and stopped beside the thin older man.

"This must be a joke," the thin man exclaimed.

"You stole those watches yesterday in Bluff. I've got the notice right here. Says a man with light hair and glasses." The big man waved a sheet of paper towards the older man.

From the corner of his eye Chris saw Vin returning. For a second he thought the sharpshooter looked pale.

"I've never been to Bluff."

"Tell it to the judge."

Chris looked at the men as he put his change in his pocket, "We just came from Bluff there was nothing about a robbery on the news."

"Are you a lawman?"

Chris glared at the big man who pushed his vest aside uncovering a sheriff's badge.

"Maybe you're one of those kind who likes to cause trouble. I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you."

"That description isn't anything like me!"

"You keep your …"

"Leave him alone," Chris growled.

A moan came from near Chris and he turned his head in time to see Vin collapse and fall to the floor. His head felt light as he took a step to Vin's side. He saw another man coming around the corner of the bar on the other side of Vin. A badge was on his chest.

"Hey, hold on or I'll shoot," the deputy said looking towards the tall salesman who was heading out the door.

"You don't shoot anyone in the back," Chris snarled taking a step towards the man. His gaze had turned to the deputy, he didn't see the sheriff step forward, but felt the blow that crashed into the side of his head. Chris collapsed next to Vin and the sheriff, deputy and woman smiled at each other.

The tall skinny man walked back inside and smiled. "Want my cut as soon as we get them to the jail," he said as he reached for Vin.

‘You'll get it," the sheriff replied as he helped get Vin over the man's shoulder.

"The Warden will like these two, son," Jessie offered.

The sheriff laughed. "He'll be thrilled Ma with them. I'll be back later." The man pulled Chris up and between him and the deputy they carried him out the door after Vin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A moan then the sound of someone retching had Chris opening his eyes. For a moment he lay still as he tried to figure out where he was and what was going on through the throbbing of his head.

Grey light filtered through a barred window near the ceiling above him. He wasn't sure if it was evening or morning. Chris realized he lay on a narrow hard bed chained to the wall. A choked cough had him sitting upright and looking around. The pain in his head brought his hands up to hold it and his glassy gaze found that his hands were cuffed together. When the flashes of light from the pain eased, he blinked then glanced around. He spotted Vin on his hands and knees dry heaving into a corner.

Carefully, Chris rose and staggered towards his friend. The bars between them stopped his forward movement.

"Vin, Vin are you all right?"

Once more coughing and gagging it took a little time before Vin edged back from the mess on the floor.

"Not sure. Feel awful. Where're we?" Vin leaned weakly against bed in the cell he was in.

"Looks like jail. We didn't do anything. Can you get off the floor?"

"Yeah, think so. Don't wanta' move though … Why've I got cuffs on?" Vin asked confused.

"Vin look at me," Chris ordered and watched the shaggy head slowly turn towards him. Blue eyes were wide, huge, and glassy looking; a bruise had discolored the left side of Vin's face from temple to eyebrow. "Damn."

Vin gazed at Chris then with a slow nod the corner of his mouth rose in a half smile. "I agree, feel like shit. My insides are," he shook his head not able to think of the words. "Think there was something in the coffee."

"Or, that cinnamon bread," grinned Chris.

"Naw, that was too good." Vin quipped as he carefully eased himself off the floor, hand on the cot beside him. It took him a couple of minutes before he slumped into the bed and relaxed.

"Think we'll be leavin' taday?" Vin asked moments later.

Looking towards the wooden door in the wall across from his cell door Chris nodded his head. "No reason to hold us. We get a phone call, so can have Travis on this if they try something."

"You think …"

The wood door crashed open and both men flinched at the sound. The deputy from the restaurant walked in carrying shackles. Another man followed him, a shotgun in his hand both barrels aimed at Chris.

"Sit down," the deputy ordered Chris.

Chris stepped back from the bars separating him from Vin and eased onto the cot.

"Keep your hands in your lap," was the next order.

Doing as he was told; Chris watched the man unlock his cell and walk in. The guard stepped to the side so he had a clear view of Chris.

"What's going on?" Chris asked as the deputy tightly locked the shackles around his ankles.

"Court. Judge is waiting for you two."

"What?"

"Stay put until I get your friend." The man rose and walked to the other cell and unlocked it. "Don't move or your partner will be shot," he told Vin.

Vin watched the deputy, wishing he'd just pass out and sleep undisturbed.

Once the shackles were locked in place the deputy grabbed Vin's arm and jerked him upright.

"Damn you! You made a mess in here. Should make you clean it up with your hands." The deputy snarled.

"Couldn't find a bucket." Vin calmly replied.

The deputy pulled Vin out of the cell grumbling the whole way. "You, come on," he snapped at Chris.

Chris rose and walked out of the cell with the guard behind him. He and Vin were herded ahead of the two men, into the outer office then through a door the deputy opened.

They entered a dusty looking room with two dust covered windows across from the door. A desk and chair were located between the windows, a long backless bench was in front of the desk. Chris and Vin were shoved to the bench. Rough hands pressed on their shoulders forcing them to sit down. Shotgun man stood in front of the door, the gun held lightly across his chest.

Another door opened and the deputy stated, "This court is now in session. All rise … Get up…" He pushed on Chris and Vin's shoulders, prompting them to stand up.

"Mr. Larabee and Tanner, you have legal counsel?" The sheriff asked as he stepped behind the desk and sat down.

Vin looked at the man in surprise. "You're no judge."

The sheriff smiled at him, "I am of this town." He nodded to the deputy.

"Yes sir, they have counsel. They are charged with aiding and abetting the escape of a known felon and resisting arrest."

Chris looked at the man who'd moved to stand beside the desk. "He was no felon. We didn't resist anything."

"Also charged for abandoning a vehicle in town."

"That's a lie!" Vin exclaimed.

"Counselor, would you advise your clients to hold their tongues."

"Shut up folks."

"Well now, I could postpone this trial for a month if you could post the bail of $5,000 for the both of you. Do you have that money?"

The deputy looked at a piece of paper he'd pulled from his pocket. He shook his head and said, "No bail, your honor."

"Ah well, then the trial will begin immediately. How do you both plead?"

"You go to hell." "Screw you." Chris and Vin said at the same time.

"They plead guilty your honor."

The sheriff looked at the two angry men in front of him. A small smile crossed his lips. "By the authority granted to me, I sentence you to five years of hard labor with no parole." His hand fell with the desk hammer.

"Hey, we didn't do anything," Vin stated. "We're just passing through, had a flat tire."

"Sorry son, you did something. Take them away. Transport will be here in ten minutes." The sheriff replied and rose.

"Yes Sheriff, err Judge Quince. Let's go," the deputy motioned to the prisoners. Shotgun guard stepped forward and pointed the gun at the two agents.

"What about our phone call? We're allowed one," Vin said, limping as he followed Chris towards the door.

"Lines are down, happens a lot when we have a storm." The deputy said as he nudged Vin to move faster.

"Hasn't been a storm in weeks," Chris snarled.

"Oh? Must be another reason," the man grinned showing brownish front teeth.

As the cell doors slammed behind them, Vin asked, "Do we get fed?"

Making a show of looking at his watch, the deputy smiled. "Nope court ran overtime, breakfast is over. Guess you'll have to wait to eat at the prison." Laughing he and the guard left closing the wooden door behind them.

"Why …"

"Wouldn't have helped, they have our wallets. They found our badges. We'll have to wait for the boys to come looking for us." Chris sat down on the bed in his cell.

THREE

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when the door slammed open and the sheriff, deputy and guard entered the cell area.

"Your ride's here boys. Move it," the sheriff told his prisoners.

Chris and Vin shuffled to the cell doors and waited as they were opened.

"Stop and stand there," the deputy said and when they did, he unlocked the shackles around their ankles. The guard kept the double barrels of his shotgun pointed at them. When the shackles fell away the deputy stepped back and pulled his gun.

"All right, let's go," Quince drew his gun and held it tight in Vin's side. Chris was closely covered by the shotgun; he could feel the barrel touching his back. They walked out of the room, crossed the jail office and went out the front door.

A dirty white van was parked in front of the office, the slider door open. The deputy motioned for Chris to enter and he stepped into the vehicle. Short pieces of chain were bolted two feet apart on the two metal bench seats that ran along the sides of the interior. Chris was shoved onto a seat and the chain was attached to the handcuffs he was wearing. Vin was shoved onto the seat across from him and chained down. Both men were working their wrists in the handcuffs and the deputy laughed at them.

"No sense doing that. No one's ever been able to get out of them. They were special made." He stepped out of the van and pulled the door closed.

For minutes the sheriff and deputy talked before the sheriff opened the door and slid into the driver's seat. As he started the motor, he glanced at the men through the metal grate between him and his prisoners.

"Sit back and enjoy the ride boys. It's the last one you'll have for a long time." Smiling he turned around and drove out of town.

The prisoners watched as closely as they could through the windows that were set a foot apart, but covered with metal, restricting the view to a narrow band. They tried hard not to breathe in the foul smell of the van, a mixture of old vomit and bodily fluids.

Vin's head was against the metal side of the van when Chris looked across at him.

"Are you all right?"

"Not really. What was I given? Hope the guys find us soon. I'd like to get my hands on these people."

"We will …"

"Shut up back there. No talking," the sheriff called over his shoulder.

Though he couldn't get his hands up more than a foot from the seat he was chained to, Vin shot the man a one fingered salute.

Chris grinned and leaned back as the sheriff drove the van farther into the rocky countryside on the now dirt and gravel road.

A half hour later the vehicle came to a stop and the horn was honked. The two agents looked forward and saw that the road ended at a large enclosure. A tall metal gate was opened. As the van drove through the opening, two men appeared on horseback with rifles in hand to flank the vehicle.

They saw a long weather-beaten building to one side of the enclosure, and several smaller ones on the other. The van turned towards the largest one with a large covered porch and an old sign with the word ‘OFFICE' hanging from the edge of the roof, above the door. Several armed men stood at the foot of the porch. A large man dressed in a dark suit stepped off the office building's porch and waited for the van's arrival, his hands on his hips.

In the distance were men in leg shackles working, some pushing filled wheelbarrows to where a large dump truck was parked. They wheeled the barrows up a ramp and dumped the contents into the truck's bed. A line of men were farther out working near the face of a rock cliff to the left of the longest building. The sheriff stopped the van in front of the well dressed man. Quince got out and smiled as he handed over some papers.

"Here's the paperwork for the prisoners Warden. I'll get them out. They're yours for the next five years," he told the man.

Opening the back doors of the van, Quince stepped inside. The two men on horseback moved closer, waiting several feet from the van.

Chris was unchained then Vin, freeing their cuffed hands from the seat chains. With a glance at Vin, Chris erupted from the back of the van. He threw himself at the mounted man to the right as Tanner, a foot behind and a bit slower, went for the rider on the left.

It happened so fast that the horsemen were taken by surprise and found themselves on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Shut the gate! Get the gate closed, we've got runners." A voice yelled out as Chris and Vin were mounting the horses.

More guards rushed at the horses, snatching at reins and the men's legs. Vin's horse reared and was pulled down, falling to its side. Vin groaned as the horse's weight landed on his healing leg. As the horse scrambled up he was grabbed and hauled to his feet.

Chris's foot was swinging over the horses back when the guards pulled the horses head around and down. Frantic the animal kicked out behind him, throwing Chris forward, unbalancing him. Hands latched onto him and jerked him off the horse. He hit the ground hard and before he could get up he was overtaken and dragged to his feet.

A guard whispered to them, "You boys made a big mistake."

Vin shot a small grin Chris' way as they were dragged to a stop in front of the Warden.

"Congratulations. You two just bought yourselves four days in the hole for attempted escape." He glanced down at the papers in his hand. "Whatever your names were out there, you can forget them. From now on you'll be Inmate 78," he pointed to Chris. Pointing to Vin he told him, "You're Inmate 76. You receive a full plate for a full day's work. Do the work; never back sass a guard, and do not fight with other inmates. Any violation of these rules results in the hole."

Chris looked at the man. "We're owed a phone call apiece."

"What did you say?"

"We're owed …"

"When you address me or any guard in this camp, you use the proper appellation – ‘sir.''

Vin gazed at the Warden. "Proper what?"

"You've got attitude problems Inmates 76 and 78. That's got you four days in the hole. Do we have an understanding, or would you like to try for six?"

"Man like you is easy to understand … Sir." Vin smirked.

"Six days in the hole." The red-faced warden growled and brushed his manicured hand over his chest.

"Come on, let's go. Move," the guard who'd whispered to them said as he grabbed Vin's arm and pulled him away. Chris was shoved by another guard to follow them.

They were taken to a small room at the end of the long barracks and made to change into prison clothes. Leg shackles were put in place before they were taken to the ‘hole' that lay behind a smaller building.

Chris was forced onto the narrow ladder, and with a curse he glanced at Vin, knowing this was going to be hard on the claustrophobic young man. Vin hesitated at the top, looking down into the eight by eight concrete walled hole. A heavily barred grate was sitting upright on the other side of the hole, ready to be dropped into place.

A shove had Vin stumbling to the edge. Catching himself he managed to make his way down the ladder behind Chris. He leaned against the wall and watched as the ladder was pulled out and the grate fell into place.

"It's all right Vin. You can see the sky. You'll be fine." Chris' hand gripped Vin's arm. The sharpshooter's breathing had already become faster as his gaze skimmed the small space.

Swallowing hard, Vin tore his gaze from the room to Chris then over his head to the grate. From where he stood leaning against the wall he could see grey sky and some of the rocky cliffs around the prison. Finally, Vin nodded to Chris. "Thanks, Cowboy."

Chris watched Vin closely for another minute before he dropped his hand and looked around. The hole was bare except for a large bucket sitting in one corner. There was no way to climb the wall, it was smooth concrete; the grate a good eight feet above their heads. There was no way to reach it from a standing position. If they could, they couldn't lift it, it was too heavy to be lifted from their position. With a disgusted sigh Chris moved to a corner and sat down. He watched as Vin limped around the enclosure several times before he settled down beside him.

Vin shot Chris a crooked grin, "Well looks like we'll be here until the guys find us."

"Hope that happens soon. I don't think we'll make it five years in this place."

"Not without killing that warden and sheriff."

"Wonder if they'll give us some beds."

"Will they feed us? I think I could eat a buffalo right now."

"Don't see any skeletons down here, so they might."

"Maybe they all were washed down that drain hole in the floor," Vin pointed at a five-inch grated hole in the center of the floor.

Chris nodded, "Guess that could be."

Silence fell over the two men as they leaned against the cool wall. The sun climbed over the cliffs, mixing with the darker clouds that could be seen in the distance. In the early afternoon they moved, trying to stay in the shade, the heat steadily rose in the hole. Sweat soaked into the clothes they were wearing and they wished for some water to drink.

Now and then they heard voices coming from the men in the camp, but no one came near them. As the sun began to sink, they leaned against the hot wall as their thoughts turned once more to food and water.

The grate was suddenly lifted, making a muffled creaking sound. Chris rose to his feet as Vin looked up from where he sat.

"Stay over there," a voice ordered. A bucket was lowered to the concrete floor and once it landed the hook on its handle was detached and pulled back. A moment later another bucket was lowered and deposited.

"You've got fifteen minutes." The grate dropped into place and the footsteps could be heard leaving.

Vin dragged himself to his feet as Chris moved to the closest bucket and bent over. "Water," he said, lifted it and took a drink before handing it to Vin. He reached for the other bucket.

"Damn. Looks like crap, smells like it too," Chris said, wrinkling his nose as he gazed at what was in the bucket. A mixture of beans, bread and something he couldn't recognize covered the bottom with globs of grease dripped on top.

Vin lowered the water bucket. With a glance into the other one reached in, using his hand as a scoop, he scooped up some and ate it.

Chris watched his soul brother a moment before he dug into it also.

"Doesn't taste so bad when we're so hungry," Vin commented a few moments later as they finished what had been in the food bucket. He licked his hand off and picked up the other bucket and took a drink.

With a chuckle Chris nodded in the growing darkness. "Goes to show you, we'd eat anything when starving."

Vin handed the water to Chris. "Well, I'm sure we've eaten worse when we were in the service."

"Yep," Chris agreed as he drank more water. Within minutes the food and water were gone, they sat the buckets together and moved back to sit against the wall. They barely sat down when they heard footsteps coming their way.

A powerful flashlight lit the hole as the grate was lifted. In silence the buckets were retrieved then the grate dropped into place and the light disappeared.

The two agents settled once more into the corner and tried to get comfortable. During the long night they huddled close together to keep warm. The night air turned cold and they shivered constantly.

Once daylight came they were up and pacing the enclosure, struggling to get warm. Vin worked his leg to ease the pain from his half healed wound. The day passed the same as the day before, only longer. The heat sapped their strength making them listless and cranky. When the food and water arrived they fell on the water bucket, trying to combat their raging thirst. Once their thirst was quenched, they ate the slop that passed for food. They found there was less food this time and were still hungry when it was gone.

When the guard came to collect the buckets, Chris called up to him. "Can we get some more water?"

Laughing the guard dropped the grate and informed him, "Give it an hour, you'll have plenty of water."

Vin looked up trying to see the sky above them, but all he could see was darkness. He hadn't paid attention to the weather, the sun had been relentless. He pushed himself up and limped to the middle of their prison and closed his eyes. For several minutes he stood still, eyes closed. He then raised his head and sniffed the air. Over the odor coming from the hole he could smell rain.

"Damn," Vin said as he limped back to where he'd been sitting. "We're in for a shower, if we want one or not. Rain's coming, should be here soon."

"Just what we need. How's your thigh?" Chris asked.

"Sore. Nothing to do about it." Vin eased himself to the floor beside Chris.

A lightning flash lit the sky before anymore words were spoken. It was closely followed by a loud clap of thunder. Minutes later the rain began to fall.

The two men huddled together as rain poured down on them. It didn't take long before they were soaked to the skin and the water began to collect on the floor. Rain water ran over the lip of the hole and down the concrete walls making the walls feel like they were moving.

Chris helped Vin up as the water deepened. They were wet and miserable; shivering with cold, the three inches of water on the floor was no help. They both heard a strange gurgling noise then the water began to drop, the hole in the floor was finally working, sucking the water away.

They stood leaning against each other and waited for the storm to pass. Hours later the heavy rain began to slacken and before long it settled into a steady drizzle. Morning came, but the sky stayed dark and grey as the rain continued to come down. Late in the afternoon it finally stopped and the sun tried to come out, but it wasn't up long enough to dry or warm them.

"Hey boys, did you have a nice night and day? Everyone got the day off and stayed nice and dry. You boys look like drowned rats." The man above the hole laughed as he played the flashlight over Chris and Vin. "Here's your dinner, enjoy." The heavy grate was lifted and the two buckets were lowered into the hole. The grate dropped into place amid the man's laughter. They barely heard the man walk away as they turned their gazes to the two buckets.

FOUR

Chris and Vin looked down at the bucket of what passed for food. They could tell there was even less, slop, they didn't want to call it food, than the night before. With shudders they ate it and then drank the water in the other bucket. As they sat the buckets in the middle of the hole Vin began to sneeze.

After several sneezes Vin leaned against the wall. "Don't need this," he muttered shivering, before sitting down on the wet floor.

Chris sat beside him, his shoulder pressed against Vin. "Sorry, pard."

"Not your fault. That damn sheriff and town. Wonder how many of those men out there got railroaded like we did."

"I'd guess, most of them. They seem to somehow be able to pick and choose their workers. Or collect a lot of money. I can't imagine that the state knows about this money maker."

"I'd like to get my hands on the guy who sent us here."

"Me too."

They fell silent when the guard came for the buckets. The light from his flashlight blinded them while they were picked up. After the grate thudded down and the light left, they leaned against each other and fell asleep. Several times during the night they paced around the cold enclosure. Chris cursed as they walked. It had gotten colder and with threadbare pants and shirt and short rations, they were weak. It was taking a toll on them as they tried to get warm. Chris knew Vin was in pain as he limped around even though he never complained. The limp was more pronounced then it had been the previous days.

By morning they were sitting in a corner, Chris's arms wrapped around the slender man who was shivering. Both men were glad to see the blue sky above them, even though they would be sweating before the day was over.

When night fell they were sweat soaked and very thirsty. No words had been spoken for hours, but with the unique connection they had, words didn't have to be spoken. Their thoughts flowed easily between them. Most of their thoughts wondered if they would get out of this place alive.

Chris grabbed the water bucket as soon as it was delivered. He took a swallow and handed it to Vin, letting him drink his fill first. As Vin drank Chris picked up the food bucket and found there was barely any slop in it, a lot less than the night before. Vin passed him the water and stuck his hand into the swill they'd been fed. They quickly finished the food, trying not to gag from the taste.

They used a bit of the water to rinse their hands off then shared the last of it. Their stomachs protested, but they weren't sure if it was from hunger or the bad food.

They were once more huddled in a corner, trying to get warm and sleep. A noise above them had both men awake and looking up. They could hear footsteps coming closer and then saw flashlight beams.

Light hit them as the grate was raised and the ladder was dropped down. A rough voice called out, "Get up here, now."

Chris and Vin rose and went to the ladder. Chris motioned for Vin to go up first and he followed closely in case Vin needed any help.

Vin looked at the three men standing around him. "What's going on?"

"Don't talk. Warden wants to see you boys," one of the guards said as he pushed Chris to Vin's side. They were shoved towards one of the almost invisible buildings in the darkness.

In the distance the gate and some of the tall fences were lit by several well placed flood lights. Everything else in the camp was dark. The two men knew guards were in the lookout towers by the gate even if they couldn't see them.

Reaching the building they noticed a dim light behind the covered window in the door. One of the men opened the door and the two agents were shoved up the step and through the door. The warden, standing by a desk smiled at the two men and told the guards, "You know what to do."

"Yes sir," one man said and gave Vin a push. "Keep moving."

"What's going on? Sir." Vin asked as he and Chris were pushed towards a door.

"Wait Garrett. Do you boys wish to contact your families for your $5,000 bail?" Warden smiled when he saw the look on the prisoners faces. "I didn't think so. Just do as you're told and you'll be out in five years. Take them."

The door was opened and they were forced into a windowless hall and through another door. The small room they entered had a concrete floor, the walls looked to be covered in acrylic sheets. A hose hung on the wall closest to the door. The three guards stood around them, two pointing guns at them.

"Here's what you're going to do. Take off those shirts, now. Then hold out your arms towards me. One wrong move and you'll be shot for trying to escape." The two guns clicked.

With a glance at each other, Chris and Vin did as they were told then held their arms towards the guard. The man stepped forward and snapped a shackle around one of Vin's wrists and forced his arm behind him. He pulled the other arm behind Vin's back and clamped the other end of the shackle in place. He moved to Chris and did the same thing. Bending over he released the shackles around their ankles. "Take off the rest of your clothes," he ordered with a grin.

"How? Our hands are behind us." Vin snapped.

"Oh, that's right. Guess I have to do that." The man's smile widened as he grabbed Vin's pant waistband and stripped the pants down to his ankles. "Don't kick, or you'll be sorry. Lift your foot."

Vin felt the muzzle of a gun press into his spine and lifted his foot then the other one as his socks, sneakers and pants were removed.

With the gun still stuck in Vin's back the guard turned to Chris, he did as he was told. Chris didn't want to risk Vin's life over this.

Once stripped, their clothes were bundled up and put out into the hall. "Shower time Inmates 76 and 78. You'll enjoy this after that hole." The guard stepped to the hose and lifted it off the hook it was hanging over. Turning on the water he aimed the nozzle at the two naked men.

Chris gasped when the cold, hard spray hit him in his chest. Vin yelped as the ice cold, hard spray connected with his healing thigh.

The guards laughed as the one called Garrett sprayed the two men with the cold water. The prisoners could do nothing and when they turned their backs he sprayed them up and down. After several minutes he turned the water off and nodded to his partners. One grabbed Vin and pushed him against the wall and holding him in place proceeded to shave the whiskers off his face with a throw away razor, after a threat to cut his throat if he moved.

He shoved Vin away and grabbed Chris and did the same to him. When he finished, he stepped back and Garrett sprayed the two again. A moment later he shut off the water and one man shoved Chris face first against the wall and held him in place as the other grabbed Vin's bound wrists and released one. He brought the freed wrist around to the front of Vin, then the cuffed arm, hooking the shackle in place.

Chris's one wrist was quickly released and moments later his wrists were also shackled in front of him again. One of the guards ran a threadbare towel over his head then Vin's, smirking as Vin tried to move his head away.

"Let's go boys," the guard with the towel said as he tossed it to the floor. He grabbed Vin's arm and pulled him out the door. Chris was pushed after them. They moved down the hall to another door. Garrett opened it and walked in leading Vin and Chris into the room.

Vin was positioned along one wall about seven feet from the side of what looked like a desk in the middle of the room. A guard gripped his arms and pulled them above his head where the chain between his cuffed hands was hooked over a hook hanging from the ceiling. Garrett, standing by the corner closest to Vin, pressed a button. Vin was stretched up, his hands well above his head, toes barely touching the floor.

Chris tried to move but felt the muzzle of a gun jam hard into his back and he stopped. His angry green gaze taking in what was being done to Vin.

One guard patted Vin's hip and left the room. Less than a minute later he came back carrying a sturdy foot high bench in his hands. He placed it in front of Vin who was forced to move back. He was pushed until he stepped up on the bench. At the sound above him, Vin glanced up to see the chain between his wrists on the hook move upwards. He once more was stretched towards the ceiling.

The guards turned to Chris and shoved him to the end of the desk. He noticed it was more like a thick, sturdy table with a curved edged top, on the end closest to him. The legs were heavy and bolted to the floor, the top was lightly padded. There were rings sunk into the four legs, several with metal cuffs attached. With a look at the strange table Chris balked and pushed back, he wasn't going near the thing. A hand latched onto his arm and held him.

"We have a fighter it looks like," the guard said as his vice like grip held Chris. "This will be fun. Now step to the table 78 or you will be dragged there."

Chris resisted and was easily overpowered and moments later was bent down over the table. As he kicked out, one man leaned heavily on his shoulders, holding him down. The other two guards grabbed his legs and in moments his ankles were clamped into shackles attached to two table legs.

Struggling, Chris felt the bite of the cold iron as the bands closed around his ankles. In his weakened condition he couldn't put up much of a fight. His legs were spread wide and locked to the table legs. The man holding him down shifted and he felt one wrist released. Before he could strike out a manacle snapped closed and his arm was stretched out, his other arm was stretched the other way. He felt the man holding him down shift and then with a pat on his head got off him. His arms were pulled forward and locked into the rings at the upper end of the table. Chris struggled to move his arms and legs. He found himself bent over the table at his waist, his hip bones on the padded edge, but his thighs and the rest of his lower body hung off the table with his legs spread apart and connected to the table legs. His feet touched the floor. He was spread eagle across the table, unable to move either his arms or legs.

A door opened and the warden walked in. "So nice looking. You two boys need to learn a lesson and we're going to teach you. You'll take orders, do what you're told and show respect to me and your guards at all times." His large hand stroked over Chris's back and butt. "Nice to see that you have clean bodies too." He stepped to up Vin and ran his hand down his chest, then farther to fondle him. "Excellent. You will enjoy this."

Vin's foot lashed out aiming for the man's face. The warden easily knocked it down then hit him on the healing wound. Vin clamped his lips tightly together to prevent the cry of pain from escaping.

Laughing, the warden stepped to the end of the table where Chris's hands were hooked into the rings on the legs. He pulled a built-in drawer open, that was hidden from Chris and Vin's view. "Garrett, put this on Inmate 76. He is not showing us any respect. If he kicks again, I have another toy to use on him." He handed a small leather device to the guard.

Garrett laughed and took the leather and with a smile moved to Vin. Another guard stepped closer to help him if needed.

Vin's eyes widened. He tried to move away from the two men. "No!' He rasped as Garrett grabbed him. The other man took hold of his hips, preventing him from moving.

Garrett took his time as he one-handed opened the leather contraption, his other hand held Vin's penis. He squeezed and rubbed until he was satisfied the inmate was hard before he finally slipped the cock ring tightly over Vin's shaft and strapped the other part under his balls. Once he finished, he rubbed Vin's balls and smiled as the young man's face flared red with embarrassment and anger.

With a last rub Garrett stepped back and nodded his head. "Perfect. Fits just right. You look good dressed like this 76."

"Oh, I really like this," the big second guard said running his hand over Vin's strapped groin, pulling and rubbing him roughly.

Vin twisted trying to get away from the men. He felt the tightness of the leather and hated the men who were touching him. He knew his face was red as he tried to move. When the men laughed at him and kept working on his harnessed genitals, anger took over and he lashed out with his foot, catching the nameless man in his groin.

The man Vin kicked staggered back with a yell, grabbing himself and bending over in pain.

Garrett smiled, reached out and took a hold of Vin's penis, with a twist of his hand Vin cried out in pain. "You were told boy, not to move. Now look what you did to poor Ron. It's going to take awhile for him to recover. But we'll be nice, we'll let him have you when Warden is finished."

With a grin the warden reached into the open drawer and pulled out a collar and leash and handed them to Garrett. The other guard stepped to Vin's side with a pair of shackles in his hand. Bending he quickly clamped the cuffs around Vin's ankles while Garrett snapped the collar around Vin's neck. He tightened it to where Vin could barely swallow and hooked the leash onto the back of the collar. Stretching it down Vin's back he hooked it to the chain between Vin's ankles.

Once they restrained Vin, the two men ran their hands over the lean body hanging from the hook. "Go ahead and yell boys, all you want. We like to hear its sound. No one else can hear you though; these walls are thick and soundproof." Garrett turned to Chris who lay motionless over part of the table and ran his hands over him. "You both are wonderful treats for us, aren't they Warden?"

"Go to hell," Chris growled.

Warden grinned as he toed out of his shoes and dropped his pants. He stepped between Chris's spread legs and ran his hands over the smooth back then over his butt cheeks.

"I think 78 needs his balls put into a nice package too. Hand me the leathers Garrett."

"You're going to die for this." Chris snarled and fought to move. His efforts drew chuckles from the watching men.

Garrett handed the warden the cock and ball leather and watched as the big man ran his hands over Chris's cheeks then reached between his legs and fondled him. Chris bucked but couldn't move more than a couple of inches. Moments later the contraption had been fitted over him and snapped into place.

The warden continued playing with Chris, one hand roughly pulling on his cock as the other ran over his butt and anus. The warden's erection was stiff with want and he finally took it in hand and slipped a condom over it.

Garrett handed him a bottle of oil and he dripped a little on his covered cock. He stepped closer to Chris and ran his hands over Chris's butt cheeks. Opening his cheeks farther he then lined his cock up with Chris's hole and pushed against the tight ring.

Chris struggled. The hands on his butt held his hips still as the warden pushed against him, harder and harder. Chris gasped in pain when the man's thick cock finally entered him.

Once past the tight ring muscle, the warden forcefully buried himself in the tight sheath. Chris cried out in pain as the cock filled him. The watching guards laughed.

Ron, recovered from the blow Vin had given him, moved to Vin and started to pull and rub Vin's cock as he watched the warden work the bent over, spread eagled blond.

"Boys, he is very tight," Warden said as he pulled almost out of Chris then slammed back into him. "This is so good. Oh yes!"

Chris tried once again to move, but his struggles only encouraged the large man who continued to plunge in and out of him. In and out the man went, driving harder and harder as he worked himself into an excited frenzy. Finally, the warden pressed into Chris as deeply as he could and came with a groan.

FIVE

Warden kept himself buried as deep as he could in Chris's ass as he leaned over the lean man's back. His hands slid over Chris's sides and under him to where his cock and balls were hanging. The prisoner ‘s groin was off the edge of the table and he had no trouble reaching it. He pulled and stretched the bound parts as his cock shrank then slipped out of Chris.

With a few more strokes of his hand, the warden stepped back and worked the condom off and tossed it into the trash can in the corner. He patted Chris on the ass several times. With a glance at Vin, who was trying not to react to what Ron was doing to him, he smiled. With a fast move the warden slapped Chris as hard as he could on his butt. His smile widened when the blond jerked and tried to buck. He struck Chris several more times and ignored the snarl that came from the younger man. He slapped the bent man for a couple of minutes. He paused and looked at his work. The pale skin of the blond's cheeks were bright red from the blows. He grinned as he ran his hands over the hot cheeks.

"Nice. Very nice. Need to get the strap out to do this. Garrett, I believe it's your turn. Let's see what you have for our Inmate 78." Fondling his spent cock, the warden walked away from the table, letting Garrett take his place.

Garrett was already as hard as a rock and it took him only a moment to strip off his pants and line up behind Chris. With nothing to ease his entry, he shoved hard into Chris.

Chris's cry sounded with Garret's joyful exclamation.

Ron, watching from beside Vin, took Vin's cock in his left hand. Spitting on the fingers of his right hand he slid it between Vin's cheeks and rimmed his hole before shoving a finger into the dark passage. Vin gasped in surprise and pain when he was breached. He twisted his hips but couldn't do anything. Ron twisted his left hand on Vin's cock and drew another gasp from him. The finger worked inside Vin as Ron watched Garrett thrusting into the blond prisoner, getting more excited from the sight. He added another finger as Vin shuddered.

"Oh, you are hot and tight boy," Ron couldn't help saying as his long, hard fingers jabbed harder into Vin. He nodded to the warden who moved to Vin's side and began to run his hands over the prisoner's chest and hips. Ron let Vin's cock go as the warden took it over. The warden roughly worked the bound cock as he watched Garrett work over Chris.

Garrett was hunched over Chris's back, his hips pumping. His cock was plowing in and out of Chris as he rolled Chris's balls in his hands, and pulled on his cock off and on. He breathed hard as he continued to work the blond. With a final hard thrust he came inside Chris. For several moments he lay over Chris before he straightened and pulled free. He couldn't wait to do it again; the prisoner was the best he'd had in some time. He grinned, happy they had the rest of the night to play.

"Good fuck boy," Garrett said as he slapped Chris's cheeks and moved away. "Come on Chuck, see how good he is."

Chuck, the third guard had his pants already off and was leaking cum from his hard cock. Without a word he stepped behind Chris and plunged into him, plowing all the way inside. He grinned hearing the moan that came from Chris. Pulling part way out of the now slick sheath he wrapped two of his fingers around the base of his penis as tight as he could, to prevent himself from shooting his load too soon. He plunged into Chris again, then reached between Chris's legs to pull on him.

For several minutes Chuck ground into Chris as he twisted and turned himself, getting immense friction from the tight body beneath him. He found Chris's prostrate and kept rubbing over it, causing Chris to writhe and move, trying to escape the feeling.

Chris was panting when Chuck hit a spot inside him and the pain he was feeling in his ass turned into pleasure, one that he fought. His body began to betray him as the spot was hit over and over.

Chuck grinned and winked at his partners as he worked the prisoner. He could feel the man's cock filling more and he began in earnest to work him as he pleasured himself in the warm body.

With a moan Chris tried to buck or move. Only his head lifted off the table as once more Chuck pulled almost all the way out of him. Chuck released his cock and grabbed Chris's hair and pulled his head back as far as his outstretched arms would allow. Chris's neck felt as if it was going to break.

Pumping the prisoner's cock, Chuck pressed one more time hard into the slick darkness, rubbed over the sweet spot and buried himself as deep as he could. Pulling Chris's erection, he shot his cum into the blond, splattering his heat deep. For a minute he waited before releasing the blond hair and shoving him back down. He pumped into Chris once more then pulled out of him and stepped away.

"All yours Ron. He's loose for you now."

"Good. I'm ready." Ron's free hand had released his clothes and he kicked them to the side. Three of his fingers were buried in Vin and he pushed them once more in as far as he could. Licking Vin's hip he pulled free and moved to the table. Grabbing Chris's head he lifted it off the table. "You are going to suck me 78. If you bite me you will be punished as well as 76."

"Go to hell, asshole." Chris spat out.

"Oh, it's going to be like that? Since I don't want to be bitten, we'll do this." Ron stepped to the open drawer he ran his hand over the items in it. He lifted out a strange looking thing with Velcro straps and moved to Chris's head again.

"Garrett, will you hold his head for me?"

Garrett snickered as he grabbed Chris's hair and pulled his head up. "My pleasure."

"Open your mouth 78, or I'll break your teeth."

Chris glared at the man and read the truth of his words in his eyes. He opened his mouth.

Ron nodded and shoved the round ring into Chris's mouth, forcing it all the way open. He pulled the straps behind the blond head and hooked them together. With a nod at Garrett to release the prisoner's head he watched a moment to make sure it wouldn't dislodge. "You can have his cock for a few minutes," Ron told Garrett and shoved his cock into Chris's mouth.

Chris gagged as the cock filled his mouth. His head was held and the cock was worked in and out of his mouth. After the first few times it began to hit the back of his throat, he gagged and tried to spit it out. At the same time he could feel his own cock being handled.

For several minutes Ron fucked Chris's mouth then with a sigh he pulled out and unhooked the gag bindings.

"This isn't fun. Guess I'll use his other hole," he rubbed his erection across Chris's face.

Chris swallowed several times then watched the man's cock get larger. He couldn't believe what he was seeing as the man played with himself. ‘Oh damn,' he thought.

"Like what you see 78? Well, it's all yours for now. Then 76 will get a taste of it. Thanks Garrett, I'll take over now." He stepped around to where Garrett was standing and took Garrett's place. "Keep 76's hole warm for me will you guys?"

Chuck and the warden laughed. They stood on either side of Vin, Chuck's fingers already buried inside of him. "He'll be ready for us when you get done." Chuck promised as he added another finger into the tight passage on the man trying to twist away from him.

Running his hands over Chris's back Ron smiled. Reaching Chris's ass he began to slap him hard. Once the cheeks were fiery red he reached down and grasped Chris's cock and tugged on it. He knew the full cock wouldn't come, but he liked the feel of it in his hand. He finally released it and pulled the red cheeks as far apart as he could so he could see the stretched hole he was going to invade. Ron ran the head of his dripping penis up and down the crack and exposed hole. He was large, larger than most men and he loved that he could break a man just using his manhood. With a sneer he shoved himself into the prisoner.

Chris screamed. He felt as if he was being split apart. He could feel the huge dick filling him. It felt like the man was pressing deep inside him. His cry turned into a deep moan as he was totally filled.

"Oh god! This is so good. He's so tight for me. Are you sure you used him? Oh, I love this. So tight and hot," Ron crooned in pleasure. He pressed into the blond as far as he could go then rested a moment enjoying the tightness and heat, but he wanted more and started to pull out. In moments he was ramming back into Chris. His rhythm had Chris moving, his hip bones slamming into the table edge. Ron kept talking as he pleasured himself. He glanced at Garrett. "Work his dick and balls for me. I want to keep my hands on him," he said as he slapped Chris.

Garrett dropped to the floor beside Ron and reached for Chris's cock and balls and began to stimulate them. There was no way the prisoner would have any kind of release with the cock ring and ball harness on, but he would be on the edge for a long time. He worked on what Chuck had started. He wanted the man hard and wanting. He knew it would be that way by the time he finished.

Ron bucked and rammed into Chris. His hands kneaded into Chris's red butt then he slapped him. He thought he felt his erection getting larger, if possible. He slowed his movements to a slow drag out then a hard push in. He heard a moan from the man he was using and grinned. He glanced at Garrett and smiled when the man nodded. The prisoner was responding to what Garrett was doing to him. He twisted a little and as he pushed back in he hit the sweet spot and felt the man beneath him convulse. Three more times he managed to hit the spot before he felt his dick swell and his balls contract and a moment later he came mightily in the hot passage. He yelled with pleasure as he surged hard into the body several times as he milked himself empty.

Chris was gasping and wished this torture was over. He was still being handled by the guy on the floor and he couldn't do anything but fume. When the man, Ron, yelled, the one on the floor released him and he breathed a small sigh. He could feel the cock in him begin to soften but it was still huge. Sweat poured off him and he jerked as his butt was slapped several times. Finally, the man pulled all of the way out of him.

Once free of the inmate, Ron watched as Garrett rose and nodded to him. Ron smiled back and reached down and roughly fondled Chris, milking him to get his cock dripping. With a final slap on the red butt he stepped back and away. Garrett threw a towel under Chris as cum and blood leaked out of him and dripped onto the floor.

"You tore our toy, Ron."

"I thought I felt something give. I'll check him. I don't think it's that bad though," Ron looked at Vin as he wiped his shrunken member off. "This will be ready for you 76, in no time. Give me a rag," He stepped behind Chris once more and took the wet cloth. He surprised Chris as he gently cleaned him.

After cleaning the blood and cum off Chris, Ron went to the drawer and picked up a tube. Squeezing whatever it was onto his fingers he rubbed it over Chris's anus and inserted some into the swollen hole. Twisting his fingers inside of Chris he smeared the salve around inside of him.

Stepping away, Ron cleaned his fingers on the cloth he'd used to clean the blond. He smiled at the other men. "He'll be good for another round now. Now I'm ready for 76." And he was, his cock had filled and was bouncing against his abdomen.

Warden stepped away from Vin. "Get 76 down, put 78 here to watch. Time for the second show tonight. I might need some beauty sleep in the morning."

Laughing, Chuck and Garrett moved to Vin. With a clanking sound the chain holding his arms above his head began to lower. Garrett pulled him off the bench. Vin stumbled and almost fell and gagged. Chuck held his arm and released the collar from around his neck. Vin took a deep breath as the guard handed the collar to the warden. He was pulled to the side of the table and Chuck held him tightly as Ron and Garrett released Chris. They dragged the blond around the table to where the hook and chain hung.

Vin watched as Chris was pulled away. He saw the towel laying on the floor where Chris had been and slowly relaxed. He'd fight the sick bastards; he had to get them out of there. His quick glance around noted where the guards and warden were. The warden had moved to the head of the table, waiting to chain his arms down.

When Vin was shoved toward the warden, Vin clasped his hands together. The warden motioned to Chuck to turn the prisoner and Vin struck as fast as he could. His hands, knotted together, slammed into the big man, knocking him into the table. Twisting, Vin lashed out at Chuck catching him on the shoulder.

Ron was abruptly there. He grabbed a handful of Vin's long hair and pulled his head back and kicked him in his sore leg.

Vin screamed in pain as his leg collapsed and he started to fall. Ron's free arm wrapped around Vin's shoulders, holding him up. With a wrench Vin was thrown over the table, into the place Chris had been minutes earlier.

Grinning, Ron laid over the top of the prisoner pinning him down, his hand still held the long hair and the prisoner's head back as the smaller man kicked out with his shackled feet.

Warden wiped his bloody nose. He stepped to the table and with Garrett's help, they grabbed Vin's arms. Within moments they had them spread and hooked to the table legs. They moved to the other end. Ron shifted and pressed Vin down with his weight on Vin's lower back and butt. Garrett and the warden grabbed his ankles, released the leg shackles then viciously spread his legs and snapped them into the table rings.

The weight eased on Vin's back as he was chained into place. He was gasping for air and the pain from his wounded leg. His neck was still stretched back. All he could see was the leering face of the man who held him down.

Ron smiled into the pain filled face of the inmate. His smile widened and he bent his head and kissed the young man hard on the lips, forcing the lips under his to flatten.

Vin was shocked when the man's weight shifted and he kissed him. He strained to get the man's lips off of his and his head free. He felt his lips flatten against his teeth but kept them clamped as tight as he could under the onslaught of the big man's lips and tongue. The guard raised his head and licked his lips as he shifted his body off him. Vin's head was still held and the man grinned and ran his free hand over Vin's lips.

"You taste good boy. But I want your ass and much more." Ron said as he released Vin's head then slapped him on the butt as he stepped away.

Vin dropped his head to the table, wishing he could wipe the feel of the man's lips off him. He looked through the hair over his face to see two men stretching and binding Chris as he'd been minutes before. Their eyes met; they both knew what the other was thinking. They had to get free or someone was going to die.

The warden, his white shirt front streaked with blood moved between Vin's legs. "Well 76, you have disobeyed the rules. Now you are going to pay. And I'm going to enjoy this as much as you won't."

With those words the man's hand rose and fell, the riding crop in his hand lashed across Vin's buttocks.

SIX

Vin cringed as the riding crop worked over his exposed butt. He tried to move, jerking on the bindings that held him bent and spread eagled over the table. The more he moved the harder he was struck, he quickly realized there was no way to get free until they were finished with him. He stopped moving and went limp, his head dropping down to the table once more.

The warden struck the prisoner a few more times before stopping. Placing a condom on himself he began fondling his half hard cock then rubbing it between 76's butt cheeks. He finally started to get larger and harder as his excitement over taking the man increased. With a smile at the blond inmate now hanging where 76 had been, he placed himself against 76's hole and savagely drove into the young man.

Vin convulsed in pain. He slammed his lips closed, cutting off his cry of pain. His eyes widened. He felt as if he was being split apart and the man's penis would come out of his stomach. The man's hands rubbed over his abused butt causing more pain. Gulping Vin tried to stay as still as he could.

Warden enjoyed the young man's cut off cry and the writhing he was doing. His smile turned to his guards. "He's tighter than 78 and very hot," he told them as he pulled almost all the way out of the prisoner before he slammed all the way in again. "Very dry right now too," he snickered at the scream of pain that rang in the room.

"Ohgod, ohgod," Vin moaned as he tried to get control of his shaking body and keep his mouth closed. His anguished eyes met Chris's as he was again taken. For a moment Chris's dazed gaze watched the warden then shifted to Vin and they stared at each other. **Relax, relax, don't let them get the upper hand.** Vin heard in his head. Vin nodded and tried to do as Chris advised him. It was hard to distance himself from what the heavy man was doing. He shivered when the man groaned then laid over him, finally having found his release.

The warden at last pulled free of his prisoner. Vin heard the man move away. He knew another man would take his place. He kept his gaze on Chris as the next man slipped into place behind him. Hands ran over him before snaring his hips and shoving into him.

"Oh boy, you're right Warden! This one is so hot and so tight. My dick feels almost crushed. It is so good. Ohh … what a great fuck this is going to be." Garrett declared as he filled Vin's body.

Vin jerked as the man thrust painfully into him. He tried to turn his thoughts away from what was happening to him. His gaze on Chris was cut off as two men moved in front of him. When he could see Chris again one of the men was pumping Chris's harnessed full cock, and squeezing his balls.

Trying to keep his gaze on Chris's face Vin started to shut out what Garrett was doing to him. Several hard slaps to his sore buttocks jerked Vin's mind back to the violation happening to him.

"I want your attention 76. You do not go off into space somewhere," Garrett stated as he continued to slap the red welted globes of the prisoner's ass. Pumping into the man he reached under the jerking body. He grabbed 76's cock and began pulling on it in rhythm with his movements as his cock raked over the hidden prostrate.

"Yes boy, that's what I want." Garrett grinned feeling the flaccid cock begin to fill.

Garrett realized that he was too far gone; his cock so hard he was ready to burst. He released the cock and grabbed the narrow hips, lifting them a little he pounded hard and fast into the prisoner.

With a shout Garrett emptied his load into Vin. For a short time he continued to pump into him until he slipped free, soft and sated for the time being. Garrett released Vin and with a pat on his red butt he moved away.

"Enjoy him Chuck. He is good."

"If he's anything like 78, I will."

"He's better," laughed Garrett.

Vin wanted nothing but to kill the four men laughing and raping Chris and him. His insides were hurting, cramps shot through him, the pain was constant. He wished he could distance himself from what they were doing to him, but pain was keeping him alert.

When Chuck entered him with one hard push, Vin gasped as his guts cramped harder from the invasion. It seemed that his whole body tightened in reaction as the man filled him. Pain spiraled from his ass clear to his chest and he blinked his eyes, feeling tears gather. He wouldn't let anyone see the tears and turned his gaze to the wall he could see as he blinked them away.

Vin jerked when the cock in him hit his prostrate. Pleasure pain lanced through him as the man kept hitting it. He felt the guard lean over him then a man's hand on his bound cock. He was pumped and pulled, his balls were fondled as the man kept working his cock. He was hard and in need of coming but the tight ring and harness around him prevented it from happening. A few tears leaked from the corner of his eyes before he could stop them. The cock in him continued with the assault on the pleasure spot until he was dripping cum and writhing under the man.

Chuck chuckled as he felt cum leaking from the prisoner's cock. He was enjoying himself and forced himself to slow down. He shot a grin at the men watching him.

"He's nice and slick now, look. He's enjoying what I'm doing to him. 76 is so hard with the need to cum. Do we let him or just keep him frustrated?"

The Warden smiled. "Keep him wanting. He's to get no relief for now. He has to pay for what he did."

"Sounds good to me. How about you 76? We're to keep you hard and wanting." With that Chuck began to pump harder into Vin, feeling his cock fill more as he pleasured himself and 76. For several more minutes he plunged in and out of the narrow hot sheath as his anticipation mounted. Then with a cry he released the leaking cock and tightly grabbed the narrow hips as he slammed a last time into the body and his release shot out of him.

With his head down and his face covered with his hair Vin blinked the tears that were blinding him. He knew if the men saw them he'd be in for more abuse. Frustration raced through him at his body's betrayal, the need for release was painful. He didn't hear what was going on around him. He barely noticed when the man pulled out of him. Then another hand was on his back. A silky voice purred in his ear as another man bent over him, a cock pressing along his butt crack.

"Here I am 76. Do you feel me against you? I'm going to bury my shaft in you and give you no relief. But first you have to pay for kicking me. That was the wrong thing to do," Ron whispered as his hands moved over Vin's back, then they gripped Vin's sides and lifted him enough to reach under him. The two large hands worked under Vin's chest, holding him up and away from the table with heavy forearms. Shifting into place he began to rub his fingers over Vin's nipples then tugged and pulled them as his cock teased between Vin's cheeks.

Vin writhed in pain as his nipples were cruelly pulled, twisted and stretched. When he tried to move, the cock along his crack pressed harder against him, holding him in place. The hands began to move, with a hard twist they moved beneath him, sliding down under his ribs to his hips then off the table to his groin. Fingers wrapped around his aching penis and began to stimulate it as the other hand squeezed and manipulated his balls. The man's cock pressed harder between his cheeks, its thick hard long length prevented him from moving.

"You want to come don't you 76? You're so hard and full, so full of need you can taste it. I want your cock more. I want it so full that you could shoot across the room. I want you dripping and not able to hold it back. Yes, come on boy you are so close now. I can feel you. You're in pain for release and it's getting worse." Ron's half whisper sounded in the quiet room as he continued to work the prisoner.

Vin still tried to fight the hands on him, knew it wouldn't work, but he couldn't stop. What the guard did to his shaft made him so hard that he was panting. His need to come was overwhelming him.

Ron grinned as the cock he worked got harder and started to leak and drip. As it hardened the cum became long threads to the floor. He felt the balls draw in, preparing for a release that wasn't going to happen. Smiling more he release the balls and moved his hand to his own throbbing pole. Running his hand up and down his cock he shifted and with a hard, fast thrust pushed into the warm wet hole. His balls slapped 76's balls as he buried himself in the hot sheath.

Vin cried out as he was penetrated violently. The large cock stretching him so much that pain and cramps dimmed his vision. He stiffened, unaware that his insides clamped around the invading cock making the guard hiss in pleasure.

For a long minute Ron didn't move as he savored the tightness that surrounded him in the sheath he was buried in. He could tell the man was in pain; but it wouldn't stop him. His one hand still held 76's shaft and he found that it had begun to soften. Once more he motioned to Garret to start to work on the shaft in his hand. He wanted the young man to be on edge and full of want.

Vin managed to relax a little and he swiftly blinked to get rid of the tears that had gathered in his eyes. With his gaze on the wall he didn't see Ron wave Garrett to his side, he was just glad the guard wasn't moving. Then he felt another pair of hands on him, taking over his balls then cock while the other set reached under him once more and lifted him up enough to reach his nipples. He tried to move, to shift away, but the hold on him prevented anything but a small amount of movement, and it seemed to drive the cock deeper inside him.

The guard, Ron, held Vin up inches above the table, then began to move, hard and slow. He pressed into him while he pulled and twisted the young man's nipples.

The pressure in Vin's insides slacked as the cock pulled almost out of him but before he had a chance to draw a deep breath it was shoved back into him. Over and over the cock pressed in and pulled part way out. The hands on him rubbed and pumped him as the guard kept to his slow movements. When the shaft in him hit his sweet spot he jerked in surprise.

Ron smiled, enjoying the reaction 76 had when he hit his prostrate. With a grin he began to hit it with every move he made. Within a couple of minutes the young man writhed with unwanted pleasure. He released his nipples. Straightening up he began thrusting harder into the narrow hipped body, his own pleasure beginning to mount.

Garrett down on one knee next to Ron, pumped and pulled the prisoners privates. He nodded to Ron as the leaking cock started sending threads of cum to the floor again from the manipulation. He laughed keeping his hands moving on the swollen members. "He's needing release Ron. He feels like a rock."

Vin fought not to scream. The pleasure from the hard cock hitting his prostrate and the heavy stimulation of his parts were combining and surpassing the pain of the cock penetrating him. He needed to shoot his load so badly he was shaking, no longer able to stay still. No matter what he thought, he couldn't control his reaction to the non-stop stimulation.

With a pleased look, Ron, enjoying the response, decided to go one step farther with the prisoner. He still owed him for the kick he'd received earlier. He pulled out of the body until just the head of his penis was the only part inside him. He laid two long fingers along his cock and looked at Garrett.

"Hold him," Ron told the kneeling guard, as he pushed into Vin. The prisoner jerked and tried to move away. Ron slapped him hard across his butt and pulled part ways out. He added another finger along the side of his cock and with a hard shove stretched Vin open farther and buried himself all the way inside. His three fingers began to wiggle a little against the tight fit. Ron finally held them still, pulled back, then slammed into the young man at the same time Garrett pulled hard on his cock. His embedded fingers hit the prisoner's sweet spot.

Vin screamed in pain, having felt fingers enlarging the man's cock even more. His own cock was so hard it was painful as the guard on the floor pulled more on it. His need to come was overwhelming him. He felt the cock pull out of him then it was slammed into him again striking his prostrate, harder. Then the man stopped. For a moment he rested, he couldn't take this much longer, and prayed that they'd just finish him off.

Once more Ron pulled out of 76 and added one more finger, forcing them into the tight hole with his cock. He hoped he could last a few more minutes as his fingers and cock moved deeper into the man. He groaned with pleasure as his fingers worked his cock inside the sheath he was buried in. He couldn't believe it as his cock swelled even more as he pleasured it inside the warm body. It seemed to enlarge with each movement. His other hand gripped the prisoner's hip bone trying to hold the body still as his excitement built. He grinned, while he rubbed his cock, soon he would come, he could feel his balls filling.

Tears of pain flowed down Vin's face and dripped onto the table under his head. He couldn't control his body, it shook in pain. He felt as if his ass and insides were being torn apart. Every move seemed to excite the man more. The constant friction on his cock, balls and prostrate had him so hard and wanting he could barely breathe through the need to climax. Once again the man shoved into him feeling so large Vin felt his insides constrict. He was shaking hard and his cry of pain escaped just as the man exploded inside of him with a cry of ecstasy. For seconds, that felt like hours the man poured his cum into him. With a last thrust of his fingers the guard pulled out of him. Vin could only lay weakly on the table, his cock and balls were still being manipulated. He shuddered as a hard slap on his ass finally ended some of his torment.

Chris watched, unable to prevent the assault on his soul brother. As soon as he made a move the Warden was there, twisting his cock. Once Chuck finished with his turn he returned. Using cum from his own release inside Vin, the guard coated his fingers and shoved three into Chris while Chris tried to twist free of the Warden's hands. Grimacing, Chris arched his back but Chuck just laughed and drove two fingers from his other hand into him. Chris was filled once again but this time with fingers that moved inside him rubbing over his sweet spot and bending to make them fit better. The Warden smiled at the man behind him and started a rhythm with Chuck as the two watched what was going on at the table. Chris tried to connect with Vin but his concentration shattered as the abuse started again.

SEVEN

Ron slipped out of prisoner 76 and moved to the small sink in the corner, where he washed his hands before returning to the splayed out man. As he ran his hands over 76's back he looked to the Warden. "Are we done for now? What do you want to do? His pole is straining to be released."

"Clean him while I think." The Warden grinned as he studied the prisoner laying exposed for them.

With a few deft movements the guard cleaned Vin's leaking hole of cum and blood. Garrett was still working on Vin's balls and cock, his smile in place as he played with the hardness, trying to make it fuller.

The Warden walked around Vin trailing his hand over his back and then ass. A smile crossed his lips as he poked his fingers into the red rimmed hole. "Let's get this filled and turn him over. He hasn't been punished enough for what he did. 76 needs to learn his place in camp, don't you 76?" He said as he slapped the red butt cheeks several times, smiling as the prisoner tried to move.

Hearing a noise come from the other prisoner, the warden stepped in front of Chris and looked him up and down. Chuck was still behind him, his fingers buried in the lean blond. Warden took Chris's cock in hand and rubbed it enjoying the feel as he stared at him. "Don't worry 78, you aren't going to be left out. You are next, as soon as we take care of 76." He laughed and turned back to Vin, slapping him again. He moved to the end of the table and looked into the drawer.

"Chuck, we'll need your help," the Warden said as he picked something out of the drawer. Chuck grinned and jerked his fingers out of Chris and moved around him to where the Warden stood. His smile widened when he saw what the man had in his hand.

"We really going to use this Warden? Haven't in some time."

"Yes. I was thinking both 76 and 78 will enjoy it." The Warden held the butt plug up for a moment, making sure the finger pump was in working condition. He walked to Vin and moved into place. Chuck squeezed some lube on the long plug then dribbled a little over Vin's crack.

Unable to see what was going on Vin tensed, wishing they'd just get whatever was coming over with. He hurt, his ass sore and the man was still pumping and pulling on him. All he could think about was the need to climax; being so hard he was in pain. His gaze rose to Chris who gazed down at him, a look of rage on his face.

Chris blinked, he couldn't believe what these perverts were doing, and now it looked like they were in for more abuse. He'd managed to block some of the things they were doing to him but he could see everything they did to Vin, and it was making him angrier. He couldn't move, with his arms chained above his head, there was no way he could get them free, his ankles were still free and he was prepared to fight with them when he needed to. He swallowed seeing what the Warden and Chuck took from the drawer and were going to use on Vin. His anger showed as he glared at the men moving around the table. When Vin's head moved he glanced down and he tried to control his rage. The emotive blue eyes were filled with anguish and misery, the thin face red with humiliation. Chris couldn't reassure his best friend that the torture was over. His rage lessened as he gazed into his brother's eyes. His lips quirked as he thought, **We'll be free and these bastards are going to pay.**

With a small smile, Vin nodded his head, they would get their revenge on the four men. Vin stiffened as fingers caressed through his butt crack and he saw Chris's gaze turn to what was being done to him. He closed his eyes and waited.

Chuck, his wide smile covering his lips stepped to Chris's side. He ran his hand up Chris's thigh to his ringed cock and balls. "You are a sweet one, 78," he whispered as his hand fondled and pumped the semi-erect penis. His other hand slid around Chris's hip, over his butt and with a grunt he shoved fingers into the hanging man.

Chris stiffened and pressed his legs together but was too late. The man's fingers were already inside him and they began to bump against his prostrate. Chris clamped his lips together to keep from moaning. His lower body was so sensitive that it betrayed him. His cock began to fill.

Chuckling, Chuck stopped for a moment. He grabbed the lube from the Warden and coated his long slender hand. Tossing the lube back to the Warden, he pushed inside the prisoner again, working three then four fingers into him. He pressed in far enough so that almost his whole hand buried itself inside the man. He began to move his fingers around rubbing across the man's sweet spot and forcing him to moan as his cock hardened and filled then began to drip. The prisoners head was thrown back, veins standing out on his neck, teeth clamped together. Chuck didn't care if it was pain or ecstasy, he was enjoying what he was doing.

Chuck grinned, happy that the prisoner was hanging when 78's knees buckled. It took 78 some time to get his legs locked again. He kept his four fingers in place inside the man, pleased he didn't have to help him up. He continued to work inside the man when his knees locked once more. He ignored the groans of pain from the prisoner.

Warden ran his fingers over 76's crack and rubbed the lube into and around the man's hole, even though the ring of muscle was already soft. His fingers caressed the butt plug in his hand as he spread a little more lube over it. He handed the lube to Chuck and watched what the man was doing for a minute, nodding in approval when his hand drove into 78. Catching the lube when Chuck tossed it back to him he let Ron hook several lengths of leather and Velcro to the end of the plug as he worked a little more lube onto it. Ron held the squeeze bulb while the Warden pressed the plug against the prisoner's hole. With a twist and hard shove, the plug was pressed into place. They smiled hearing the moan as the Warden twisted it once more.

"Okay, pump it Ron."

Ron squeezed the pump ball and the plug began to inflate.

Vin groaned as the thing inside him began to get larger. He figured it wasn't any different than the cock that filled him earlier. Within moments the plug filled him and was pressing on his prostrate. It also felt as if the thing was pressing his insides out his sides.

"Ohgod, ohgod," Vin muttered as the thing deflated a bit then pumped up again. It rubbed across his sweet spot and made him tremble uncontrollably with pleasure pain.

"I could do this all night," Ron stated.

"Turn him over. You know now what's to be done," the Warden ordered.

Garrett, Ron and the Warden moved to the corners of the desk and released Vin who could barely move. With having done this many times, the three expertly flipped him onto his back despite his feeble jerks to try to shift away. They moved him quickly into another position, lengthways on the table. Vin's arms were pulled together on each side of his head, then tugged above his head with his wrists and hands being attached to something at the edge of the table. His arms weren't chained to the table as they had been, there was a little slack so he could be moved.

Vin's legs were bent at the knee and hooked over the other end, again spread wide. With his head resting between his arms and he could see Chris to his right as his legs were locked in place. His manhood was dripping and stood upright from his body, Vin tried to command it to deflate but nothing happened, the plug in him was keeping him aroused as he was shifted around.

Garrett ran his hand over the trembling, taunt abdomen then gripped the dripping cock and pumped. "You are a pretty boy, aren't you?"

Vin turned his head away and saw the other man at Chris's side, fondling and playing, but he couldn't see his other hand. Chris looked as aroused and in pain as he was.

The Warden and Ron were at the foot of the table by Vin's legs. They worked a couple of latches hidden at the end of the table and the part of the table between the prisoner's legs dropped. The man's thighs rested on strips of the table about five inches wide, with part of his buttocks hanging over the edge a couple of inches. The dropped part allowed them to step between the spread legs with easy access to the prisoner's groin and anus.

Ron picked up the plug's ball and deflated the plug, a moment later he pumped it up again. He smiled as the prisoner stirred, grinning he began to do it several more times. The men watching smirked as the prisoner's back arched as the plug filled him over and over.

Warden used several strips of Velcro to secure 76's thighs to the extended table part. Once finished he traded places with Ron and pulled the plug from the tied down prisoner. Grinning he stepped out of the way as Ron, now fully erect stepped in and pulled 76 off the edge of the table then pushed into him with one powerful thrust. He kept pressing in and pulling out with powerful strokes. Ron knew he wouldn't last long this time. His hand pushed Garrett's hand away and he took over pumping the cock that had begun to shrink a little.

Vin thrashed, jerking as he tried to stop the new assault on him. His movements only encouraged the man to continue, he felt the man's prick inside him swelling and getting harder. Once more he was at the point of desperately needing release as his body took over. Involuntary he thrust into the man's hand, beyond thinking, as he was aroused more and more.

Ron grinned. 76 was responding beautifully to his administrations. The stiff cock in his hand leaked over his hand as he continued to work it. He felt the prisoner's balls swell to bursting. Ron knew the man writhing under him was past coherent thought and on the verge of exploding. He was so turned on; his hard pole was on the brink of bursting itself inside 76. He glanced at the Warden who was as hard as the other men watching them. At the nod from the older man he began to work 76 with both hands as he plowed into him. He felt his balls drawing up and then he was filling 76's insides with powerful bursts of his cum.

With a flip of his fingers Ron released the cock ring and the prisoner's cum shot over his hand and high onto the heaving chest as 76 cried out in a raspy scream as his hard cock pulsed and shot the thick streams all over himself and Ron's hands.

Vin couldn't stop thrashing as the guard first filled him and then kept rubbing over his pleasure spot. He was so aroused he could barely think. The guard was relentless in what he was doing and when he let lose inside his body Vin felt his cock being released. With the extreme stimulation he shot his load and it seemed to keep coming. The guard was squeezing his balls forcing him to totally empty himself. His eyes filled and he turned his face into his arm wishing he could disappear.

Ron's cock began to shrink and he tugged it from the hot sheath and saw his cum starting to drip from the well used hole. He handed the leather harness to the Warden and used his foot to pull the towel on the floor over to catch the drips. He accepted the new device from the man and stepped back between the outstretched legs.

Garrett wiped 76's chest clean of the sticky substance that covered him. Chuck watched from his position by Chris as Ron worked the spent penis into filling once more. When Ron felt it was full enough he took the cock ring and hook and slipped the rings over the prisoners cock and balls, tightening it to fit snugly. A metal hook extended down off the ring, then angled up a good six inches. A very wide movable metal ball was attached to the end of the hook. With a shove Ron pushed the hook and the ball into the prisoner's ass ignoring the cry from the young man. For a minute he moved the hook around until the prisoner jerked and his cock filled more. He adjusted the straps and ball a last time. He knew he had the ball resting on the man's prostrate. If 76 moved, the large ball would move enough to pleasure him, but with the position of the cock ring, his cock would only fill so much and provide sexual frustration until someone took care of him. He patted the harnessed cock and balls and moved to clean himself.

With a groan Vin tried to lay as still as he could. He found that even a deep breath caused the ball inside him to shift causing him to writhe in pleasure. He knew his face was red but he no longer cared, all he wanted was for this nightmare to end. Glancing around the room he saw men move around Chris and wondered what they were doing to him. He wished Chris could get free but there was no way either of them could at this point. Someone grabbed his hip and shook him and the ball move inside him. A jolt of pleasure-pain shot through him and he screamed as his cock filled pressing on the ring around it. With a laugh Chuck turned back to Chris leaving Vin gasping for breath and trying to get his body under control.

Chris was sickened at what the warden and his men were doing to Vin and himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when Chuck finally left him. His anger was barely contained when they turned and tightly harnessed Vin's penis and balls. Vin couldn't stand being tied down and having to endure what they were doing it was only time before he blew up. The raping of Vin pushed the terror of being tied out of his head for now, he figured it wouldn't last much longer.

With a shudder Chris had watched as the big guard, Ron, placed some sort of ring on Vin then inserted something into him before stepping away from him. Seeing the anguish on Vin's face, he swore he would make these men pay for what they were doing.

Then they turned to him. Chris wondered what more they could do. He found out moments later, when he saw the large butt plug device they'd used on Vin in the Warden's hand. Damn, Chris thought as Chuck began to fondle and rub him.

With a glance at Vin, Chris began to fight the men around him, lashing out with one leg as he balanced on the other. His foot caught Chuck in his chest, knocking the man away, tearing his hands off him. The large guard, Ron, moved to his side and knocked his leg down as Garrett grabbed his cock and twisted it. Chris couldn't stop the cry of pain that escaped him.

The Warden laughed and shook his head. "So you're now fighting 78? It won't work you know. We have plans for you and 76. We don't tolerate fighting from our toys."

The bench was pulled from under Chris and he dropped, hanging by his wrists and slightly swaying.

Before Chris could get his legs working the Warden stepped behind him. He felt a hand on his hip and clamped his legs together.

Warden slapped the blond's ass. "Hold him, he's to pay for this disrespect."

Chuck grabbed the lean hips and pressed his body against Chris's, holding him tightly against his stomach. Garrett and Ron each gripped a thigh and pulled Chris's legs apart. Chuck reached around the hanging body and pulled the clamped butt cheeks apart.

Warden shoved the plug into Chris as far as it would go. He grinned as the prisoner stiffened and arched his back. With a quick movement the man brought one long leather strap up between the prisoner's cheeks and looped it around his hips. The other strap was passed between Chris's legs. Chuck grabbed it and pulled it up alongside the harnessed cock and balls and hooked it around the one surrounding his hips. Chuck pulled it tight and stepped back to make sure it lay in the right place. He nodded to the Warden. Garrett and Ron released 78's legs.

Warden began to pump the ball and in moments the inflated plug filled with air inside the blond.

Chris squirmed, trying to kick out. His legs were once more caught and then lashed together at his ankles and above his knees forcing the plug to press deeper into him. He groaned in pain as his cock was roughly stimulated again. The plug rubbed inside him as he was roughly handled. He bit his lip unable to prevent what his body was doing in response.

Smiling, Garrett lowered the chain until their prisoner's bare feet were on the floor.

Chuck fingered the filled harnessed cock. Then with a last feel he released the harness and grinned as the prisoner's cum shot out. He milked the man's balls until nothing was left, then quickly replaced the harness on the cock and balls. He shoved the towel that still lay on the floor over the mess the prisoner made. With a last feel of the flaccid cock he moved to 76. He shoved the supine man's hip a little and smiled at the muffled cry that came from him. The prisoner's cock was full and dripping.

With Ron's help Chris was lifted back onto the small bench as Garrett ran the chain. Chuck patted the prisoner before he and Ron stepped away, making sure he couldn't move.

The four men picked up their clothes and with last pats to the prisoner's they left the room, turning out the lights as they walked out. There was a click as the door was locked from the outside.

EIGHT

"Oh damn, oh damn," Vin moaned into the darkness as he tried to work his aching shoulders only to have the heavy ball inside him move. He arched as the ball hit his prostrate with every movement. He groaned as the pleasure shot through him from his head to his toes. His cock was so hard and full he was gasping for breath as he fought to control shaking muscles. Moisture was flowing down his penis and over his butt crack, he couldn't stop it. Panic began to overtake him as he fought to get his body under control. He started to shake so hard that he moaned in pained pleasure then panic from being tied down. Quiet had taken over the dark room and his panic began raising its ugly head.

"Vin! Vin listen to me!" Chris's commanding voice cut through the moans that filled the room.

"Vin, listen to my voice. Calm down. You need to calm down. Vin, STOP MOVING," Chris commanded loudly.

"Ch… riss… I can't … this… Oh God oh God…

"Vin stop moving. Listen to me. I'm here. Calm down."

"T …tryin'…" gasped Vin as he listened to Chris's voice, a lifeline in this madness. He worked to calm himself. He groaned when his muscles cramped as he forced himself to lay still. Pleasure was rolling in waves through him. His arousal made it hard to concentrate on calmness, his cock so hard and needy. He told himself, 'I'm not alone in the darkness, the walls aren't closing in on me. Chris is here, though he can't see me.'

"Vin talk to me."

"Why us? … Where's the boys? ... Why are they doing this? We … were just … passing through."

"Why us? Good question. Because they can, and no one will ever find out." Chris answered hoping his calm voice would turn Vin's thoughts away for a bit. "They figure we were easy to take. I think they plan to never let us go, that we're here for their pleasure forever."

"Do they … do this … to all the inmates?"

"Looks like many of them at least. This set up's been here for awhile by the looks of this room and the other one. Someone looking into them would have no idea what these rooms are used for unless they really investigated. They look like just other rooms, though without windows.

"Can't see … t … these … toys…"

"Not unless they look the table over closer than a glance. Most people wouldn't want to use this room, no window, one door out…" Chris cut off what he almost added, ‘closed in'. Vin didn't need that.

"Damn, they have a good … thing going here."

"Yep. Free slave labor for whatever they're doing. Fresh bodies for their sick play. Getting away with everything, doing anything they want."

"Where's Buck and the guys? … They should be here … by now."

"Lots of ground to cover. I don't know if the SUV had a homing device in it yet, since it was new to the carpool.

"Our … damn luck."

"Yeah. But we're overdue and the team will be looking for us, it'll just take a little more time. But they're coming."

"Hope so …. Can't take much … more of this." Vin whispered and fell silent.

"Buck will be looking. Are you doing okay?" Chris asked as he relaxed his body as much as he could with what was in and on him.

"Hate being tied and …" Vin fell quiet, then added with a strained moan. "Hope guys get here soon."

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Wednesday – ATF Office of Team Seven

"Brother Buck, have you heard from Chris and Vin?" Josiah asked looking at the mustached man as he returned from a meeting with Travis.

"They were supposed to be back by now, figured they got in too late to call …"

"But? Mr. Wilmington …" Ezra's gaze was steady on the man.

"I couldn't reach them yesterday, and there's no answer this morning either, on their cell or home phones. Neither one of them have called. Thought I'd give them until noon to contact us, and then I'll start looking for them. I'm sure if they were in town they'd be here."

"Does the SUV have tracking or GPS in it?" Nathan joined the conversation.

"I don't know. Will have to check with Travis."

"It's a new rig in the carpool. They all should have tracking and GPS in them. I'll see if I can find out," JD turned to his computer and began typing.

Ezra watched JD's fingers flying over the keys a moment then looked at the other men, "We know they were heading for Moab. If something happened, there is cell service from there to here."

"Yes. But they could have had car problems before that, out of cell range too," Nathan stated as he pulled a map out of his desk drawer.

The men gathered around the medic's desk as he spread the map out and found Bluff. He ran his finger along the route to Moab. There were several small towns along the stretch, it was also a scenic route.

"They might have done some sightseeing. There's some nice country along that route and knowing them…" Nathan said.

"Chris would have called and let us know," Buck insisted as he studied the map.

"Mr.'s Larabee and Tanner were not due into our workplace yet. Friday, I believe." Ezra reminded the men.

Buck nodded his head. "Right. But they would keep in touch. Something's wrong."

Ezra gazed at Buck who shrugged, "I just know. They should have been home by now. You know Chris, he'd of been here or called in by now."

"Mr. Larabee is prompt. He would have contacted someone when they returned," Ezra conceded.

"The pool car would have been returned also. But where is Chris's truck?" Nathan's hand went to his phone.

"Shit. It is still in his parking space. I didn't even notice it," Buck ranted as he paced around the room, pausing by the open door to Chris's office. "Damn, damn."

Nathan asked several questions of someone in the motor pool before replacing the receiver. "SUV hasn't been returned, no GPS but there is On Star in it."

"I'm on that," JD said from his desk. "It wasn't used. I'm trying to get it activated; it should come on unless it's damaged."

Ezra's fingers began to fly on his keyboard bringing up accident reports for the Moab area. Not finding anything he moved along the route from Moab to Denver. He found nothing that involved a government vehicle. He went back and worked from Moab back to Flagstaff.

It was taking awhile for Ezra and JD to work through the different things they were pulling up. Buck left to talk to Travis as Josiah and Nathan returned to the work on their desks.

When Buck returned, he and Josiah left to go out to the ranch and check there in case something had happened when their friends returned. Nathan headed to Vin's apartment in Purgetorio leaving the two younger agents to their searches.

Several hours later the men were back in the office and gathered around JD's desk. Worried looks on their faces. Ezra had found nothing about an accident with the SUV. Hospitals and medical clinics were checked, even motels. All they found was Chris's name at a motel in Bluff Monday night. From there it seemed they'd disappeared off the face of the earth.

"On Star is off. It was on when they left Bluff, but per the OS tech I finally talked to, he said it's been disabled. The last ping they had on it was south of Moab. The guy said the only way it could be disabled was by a mechanic, unless it was damaged in an accident." JD told them as he pulled up the map of Moab and then the surrounding countryside.

A short time later they had several close-up maps printed out and were pouring over them. By quitting time, they had a plan in place as to where they'd start looking for their lost boss and sharpshooter.

Thanks to the talk Buck had with AD Travis, the AD had given them the next two days off, and with the weekend, it gave them four days to hunt for their teammates.

7AM Thursday morning the five agents met in the parking garage. JD packed their mikes and several radios to use. His laptop was sitting on the seat of Chris's truck. Their guns were packed, and at the last minute Nathan grabbed the Kevlar vests, just in case. His first aid duffel bag was already in Josiah's Suburban.

The men piled into vehicles. Buck drove Chris's Ram with Ezra and JD, Nathan rode with Josiah in the Suburban. They stopped at Grand Junction long enough to eat lunch and get fuel. The easy four hour drive having taken longer due to a lot of road construction. All of them were ready to shoot somebody, as they got more and more frustrated with the delays. While they ate they went through the local phone book, jotting down car repair shops and dealers around the city.

When the men left the restaurant they split up and went to check out the dealers and shops around town. They would meet at Canyon View Park a short distance from the freeway.

It was almost 3:30PM when they met up. The black Ram pulled in next to the Suburban. Josiah and Nathan were sitting in the grass in front of the vehicle. The three in the Ram joined them and the five discussed what to do next. None of the places they'd visited had seen or worked on the government vehicle. They loaded up and headed for Moab over a hundred miles away.

Two hours later the two rigs pulled into the Inca Inn and Motel where JD had made reservations for them. A Mexican restaurant was located across the parking lot. It was too late to check out repair shops but over dinner they found out there were only a few shops and one dealer, they would visit them in the morning as they left town. Meeting in one of the rooms they checked the weather and road conditions for the trip to Bluff the next day.

The storm that threatened most of the day broke during the night. Lightning and thunder and heavy rain fell for several hours. The next morning everything was sparkling and clear of dust. The morning was chilly, but the rising sun would soon dry and warm everything.

After an early breakfast, the men split up and headed once more to check out the dealer and the repair shops they'd located in the phone book. An hour later they were heading south, having discovered nothing about their teammates.

Late in the day they were in Bluff and found a motel. Checking in they realized it was the one Chris and Vin stayed in several days before. They discovered there was no police or sheriff in the town. The small satellite office was manned by a woman who informed them that they had a retired police chief living in town that helped out when they needed an officer immediately. She gave them directions to his house, and minutes later they pulled up in front of the man's home. They found the retired cop working in his garage on a vintage pick-up that he was restoring. Buck's eyes fastened instantly on the old truck, and he had to pull himself away as they had missing men to find. But he noted the man was doing a beautiful job on the old rig.

Retired chief, Brad Adams, greeted them. They told him about their missing agents and what they were doing there. They listed the towns they'd searched and not finding anything on the missing men or vehicle.

Adams looked over the maps they'd spread out on the tailgate of his truck, and asked, "Did you hit Jericho?"

"Jericho?" Buck glanced at his friends who all had blank expressions on their faces. He turned back to the chief shaking his head.

"It's off the beaten path, just a small sign to direct you there."

"No sir, we never saw a sign anywhere. There's nothing on the maps I have either," JD replied as he put his laptop on the tailgate and pulled up area maps. He turned it so the older man could see the map.

"Sign could be down, that happens often." Adams said as he began to scroll up the map. "This map doesn't have things marked very well. Okay, here is where it turns off the main highway. Looks like it's just a big ranch road, but it goes to a small dying town. The river goes by the town, when it isn't dry. There's a sheriff's office, hotel-restaurant, garage, a small grocery store and antique shop. I think those are still open. There's a few homes too. Use to be a small prison encampment several miles out of the town. It was closed down, maybe eight years ago. That's why the town is dying."

Josiah looked at the map and shook his head. "Looks like we drove right past the turn off today."

"I don't remember any signs. We'll have to check it out," Buck said as he looked at the map. "They have to be somewhere between here and Moab."

"If they had car trouble near there, well maybe, someone directed them to the town," Adams shrugged. "Possibly."

"Is there phones there?" Nathan asked.

"Yes. Though in a bad storm service might go out. The store has a CB or some other kind of radio so they can call out, and maybe some of the homes have some sort of radio's also."

"How do you know all this, Chief Adams?" Ezra was closely studying the older man.

The man smiled, "I was raised near Spanish Valley. As a kid we covered all that countryside. There wasn't a town, ranch, or house we didn't know about, and we knew all the people around the area. Jericho drew us kids because of the prison camp. We would go out there and watch the prisoners work, hidden on the top of a hill or cliff. The men worked in a rock quarry, the rocks were hauled away. Sold as paving stones and other household decorative things, from foundations to fences, whatever they could be used for. When it shut down the prisoners were sent to other prisons around the state."

"Thanks for the information Chief Adams. We appreciate your help," Buck said, then noticed the frown cross the man's face. "What?"

"Oh, there are several large ranches between Blanding and La Sat Junction that they could have stopped at. You might check those out as well, just in case."

Josiah nodded as he looked at the chief. "That's a good idea, we'll do that. Thank you, Chief Adams." The men shook the chief's hand then headed back to the motel.

Saturday morning found the agents heading north on the road after breakfast. By noon they'd reached Monticello and stopped for lunch. They asked and were told that the turn off to Jericho was about twenty five miles from Monticello, and there were two large ranches along the route.

It was a couple of hours later when they found the old, dusty town of Jericho. They were glad

they'd found the turn off, there was no sign on the highway. The three businesses had a couple of people moving in and out of them. They parked in the small lot beside the hotel restaurant, seeing that it was open.

"What in heaven's name would induce anyone to stay here?" Ezra drawled as he glanced around the town as they went inside.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. How can I help you? We have a special today for dinner, rib steaks and all the trimmings" An older woman asked from her place behind the bar. "We also have clean rooms available."

Josiah smiled at the woman who was making a fresh pot of coffee. "If you're here every day, maybe you can help us, missus …"

"Oh, please call me Jessie. I'm the owner and here all of the time."

"Josiah. This is Buck Wilmington. And we are looking for a couple of wandering friends."

"Names are Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner." Buck looked her in the eye.

"I'm sorry. I don't recall anyone by those names staying here."

"May have come through Tuesday. One is blond, dressed in dark colors or black. Other is younger with long brownish hair, thin, with a Texas accent. Walking with a limp."

Jessie shook her head, "Doesn't sound familiar. But then the Lord blessed me with many things, a good memory wasn't one of them. Oh, looks like your friends are ready to order. Excuse me."

Buck and Josiah exchanged a glance then followed Jessie to where the others were seated at a table. Neither one trusted her.

NINE

The door slammed open, and the lights flashed on in the darkened room smelling of sex and blood.

Vin jumped then groaned as the ball in him hit his prostrate, causing the pleasure-pain to pulse through him. Chris's head jerked up as he looked at the half dressed men coming through the door.

The Warden entered followed by the three guards and the big sheriff from town.

**Sorry Vin** Chris sent to the younger man splayed out on the table. He saw the sweat streaked head nod a fraction and knew Vin was trying not to move again.

"Wakie, wake up boys. We have a visitor who wants to try your favors, since you have been so good to us." Garrett said laughing as he roughly ran his hand over Vin's thigh then groin. "You look really good boy. And so responsive too," he cooed as Vin turned his head away, biting his lips as his body responded as the ball moved inside him.

Chuck went to Chris and ran his hands over him. He blew on Chris's cock as he began to knead the hanging man's groin. He grinned as the prisoner tried to twist from him.

"Warden, you've outdone yourself this time." Quince stated as he ran his hand over the slender body stretched out on the table. His fingers probed the prisoner's abdomen, making him shudder. He thought he could feel the ball in the man and grinned. He moved his hands to the dusky nipples as he gazed at the body before raising his eyes to the blond and smiled at him. "This should be fun."

"Very fun, sheriff. They are responsive, especially this one," the Warden began to fondle Vin's ringed cock and balls, making the butt ball inside him move more.

Vin writhed as the ball moved. His eyes closed as he concentrated hard to keep his body from reacting. The stimulation was too much for him, and his cock began to grow harder, shortly it was dripping and he was fighting the urge to climax, the harness biting into his penis.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Laughed the Warden. "See what I mean?"

Quince bent and blew on the leaking cock and smiled when the prisoner shivered then lost total control, convulsing from the ball and stimulation. "Oh yes, he is beautiful. And all mine right now." His hand moved up and down the ringed cock. "He's perfect." His hand squeezed and pulled as Vin continued to move.

"All yours my friend. Have fun," the Warden moved between Vin's legs and ran his hands over the encircled balls, then grabbed the angled hook. He moved it around bumping over the prisoners prostrate before pressing it in deeper. Grinning widely as the prisoner thrashed in his bindings. With a jerk he pulled it out.

Vin arched in pain as the metal ball was roughly pulled from him. He barely managed to clamp his mouth closed on a scream. His body shook uncontrollably.

"It's going to be fine 76. You'll enjoy what you're going to get now that your hole is free for me." Quince whispered as his hands roamed over the prisoner. The Warden kept pumping the dripping cock as he watched Quince fondle the prisoner's nipples, he felt himself getting hard from the sight.

"Leave him alone," Chris growled seeing Vin struggling as much as he could in the tied down position.

The sheriff looked at Chris. "Don't worry blonde; you'll get your turn. Maybe." He chuckled as his hands moved over Vin, sliding over his hip then back over his nipples. He worked them, twisting and pulling them harder.

Warden moved from the table and stood beside it. Quince took his place between 76's spread legs as Warden began running his soft hands over the prisoner's chest and sides. He watched as Quince stripped out of his boots then pants, grinning at how aroused the man was. The man's pole was huge, larger than Ron's, who was well hung and the largest of the men who worked in the prison. Quince was easily the biggest man he'd ever seen, no prisoner had even been near that size. He got immense pleasure from seeing Quince's huge dick work a prisoner, listening to their screams. Warden could feel his cock ache, it had grown as large as it was going to get and he glanced at 78, the prisoner was ready with the way Chuck handled him. Time to take him again Warden decided with a snicker.

Quince stepped close to Vin's legs spread in a widespread V and rubbed the tip of his cock over the bound balls. His hand stroked the ringed cock while Garrett's hands ran over the man's chest since the warden had shifted away. Licking his lips he continued to run the head of his penis over the man's balls and crack as he worked himself into a higher degree of excited stimulation. He looked towards what Warden was doing.

For a bit Quince watched Warden who'd stepped to the hanging prisoner and deflated the butt plug buried in the blond. He smiled knowing what the Warden was planning to do as the older man dropped his pants. He could see the Warden was dripping as Chuck took the bench out from under the blond and lowered him enough so his feet were touching the floor. Ron loosened the binding around the ankles so the warden had easier access, but made sure the prisoner couldn't kick out, then he stepped back and nodded to the warden. In one swift move Warden slid into 78, gripping his hips tightly, not caring that he hadn't used a condom this time. Chuck again rubbed the blond's cock as the Warden pounded into the man's body, rocking the hanging figure.

With a grin Quince turned back to 76. With one hand on 76's cock his other guided his stiff pole to the man's hole. Moving his hand over the young man's dripping cock he worked it for a moment longer causing the prisoner to arch his back with the need to shoot his load. With a deft movement he released the cock ring. As the bound cock began to shoot cum in a long strand over the prisoner's chest, he plunged into the ready hole as fast and hard as he could, burying himself to his balls.

Vin screamed as he was breached and filled. His back arched hard as pain rocketed through his body. When the cock moved inside him his screams seemed to bounce off the walls and echoed through the room several times. He was unaware that he was screaming and writhing as he was impaled over and over on the huge cock. He didn't hear Chris calling to him as tears flooded his eyes and rolled across his temples into his hair. He was sure he was being torn apart from the inside out as the cock stabbed into him over and over again. Blackness began to overtake him. Something pulled on his flaccid cock, but all he could feel was pain tearing through him. A hand struck his face, slapping him, causing his head to roll into his arm. The blackness started to receded and he tried to distance himself from the pain. Then large hands gripped his hips and pulled him up off the table as the cock slammed into him again. He screamed. Moist heat began to fill him as the sheriff bent slightly over him groaning in pleasure.

Finally, the invading cock was pulled from Vin and he felt moisture leaking from him. His body trembled in shock from the worse violation he'd had this night.

Quince cleaned himself with the warm rag Ron handed him and watched as blood and semen seeped from the prisoner. He glanced at the warden who had pounded into 78 as the heavy man watched him perform with 76. He saw that the warden was also cleaning himself, the man's dark eyes were on Garrett who now drove his stiff penis hard into the blond. Quince wanted to take the man himself though he knew he would have to wait for the next night. He didn't think he could do justice to the man after 76. His gaze went back to the body on the table and thought the man was out cold. With a satisfied smirk he stepped to the prisoner's side and patted the inert figure. "Best fuck I've had in a long time 76."

Ron grinned. "He is isn't he? So tight and hot." He turned to face the hanging blond. "He's good too. Think they both were ‘virgins'." He laughed. "It was enjoyable taking them, they aren't virgins anymore." His hand played over the length of his prick through his pants and as soon as Garrett pulled free with a satisfied grunt he stepped to take his place, his pants dropped to the floor, and he pulled the butt cheeks apart and lined up his dick to the used hole.

"B…bastards … You're all … going … to die…" Chris grated as Ron shoved into him. Chris couldn't take his eyes off Vin. He knew the younger man was unconscious and hoped he'd stay out for now. Chuck was busy cleaning Vin and he hoped he wasn't tore up too bad. They'd get no medical attention in this hell hole.

"Hey blondie, threaten all you want, it'll keep you happy until you get out of here. If you ever do," Ron said as he held Chris's hips preventing him from moving too much as he hammered into him.

Chris gritted his teeth as the guard took him again. He couldn't move his legs and he fought to not respond to the man. He'd tightened his ass but as abused as it was, when he was gripped in the large hands, he lost momentum and could do nothing. The hands moved up his hips, to his abdomen then up over his chest and he was tugged hard against the man behind him as his nipples were pulled and twisted. Chuck left Vin and came to him, the man's hands seized his cock and balls and began to work them in time with Ron's thrusts.

Chris fought to keep from reacting, but he could feel his body responding as the prick inside him kept hitting his prostrate. Pleasure pain shot through him and his cock began filling. He swallowed a groan of pleasure as his cock began to drip and pressure forced his balls to swell and hardened to an unbearable need to release.

Ron snickered when he felt the blond responding to him. His hands moved lightly up and down the blond's chest, sliding over nipples and slowly dropping to his hips, then though the blond curls in his groin, pulling at the hair, before moving back upward. He kept pressing in and out as his hands roamed over the hot body. When the prisoner was gasping for breath he pushed Chuck's hands away from the dripping cock and massaged it himself. 78 began to writhe in response to his hands and the rubbing of his pole inside the man, across his prostrate.

Chuck's hands were on 78's nipples, manipulating them as Ron worked the blond's cock. Ron knew he was nearing his own bursting point. Feeling himself swell even more he glanced at the Warden who nodded and with a last hard, deep push into the prisoner, he released the cock and ball harness. As it began shooting, he buried himself as hard and deep as he could into 78 and began his own powerful climax.

Chris's knees buckled from the power of his release. The guard's hands tightened on his hips, holding his lean form up as Ron continued to pump into him and filled him with cum. He let his eyes slide closed so he didn't see the gloating smiles of the men watching, he could feel a blush cover his face. Praying the man would soften faster he waited, his arms and wrists burning.

Once Ron's pole softened, he pulled from the responsive body. With a grin he bent and placed a kiss on the damp neck. "That's what I like to see 78, you enjoying yourself from my attentions."

Chris jerked his head to the side, trying to move away from the lips nuzzling his neck. "Go to hell," he grated locking his knees.

"Oh I probably will, but you and 76 will be worth the trip. Can't wait ‘til tomorrow. Another enjoyable night will happen. Then another and another." With that Ron stepped away and with a light caress over Chris's hip and spent parts he walked away to clean himself.

"Clean them up, then take them back to the hole. We'll continue this tomorrow," the Warden ordered as he and Quince walked out the door.

"I get to go first next time," Chuck complained as he unhooked Vin's ankles.

"You know we take turns. Which one do you want?" Garrett asked as he squeezed salve on two of his fingers and shoved them into 76's anus. He felt tears but didn't think they were too bad, the antibiotic in the ointment would prevent infection. Once more he pulled his fingers out of the man's hole and coated them with salve and shoved them back inside and twisted his fingers to spread the salve around. He knew the prisoner was awake when a shudder shook him from the invasion.

Garrett finished his rough doctoring and released Vin's thighs as Chuck unhooked his arms from where they were chained down.

Vin turned his head a little as the guards unchained him. He had no feeling in his arms or lower legs. When his arms were pulled over his head to rest on his stomach he almost cried out from the pain that shot through his shoulders.

"Get up," Chuck told him, and Vin just looked at the man.

Chuck grabbed the chain between Vin's manacled wrists and pulled him upright then knocked his legs off the table. Gripping Vin's arm he forced him to stand.

When Vin stood up, it seemed that nothing worked, no matter what his head told his body. His legs collapsed and he went to the floor. Chuck was almost taken down with him, managing at the last moment to catch himself.

"You son of a bitch! Get up," Chuck snarled and tried to jerk the prisoner upright. His foot lashed out and connected with the fallen man's bruised and partly healed leg.

Vin, struggling to rise, screamed when the boot hit his leg and went down again. His stinging hands reached for his damaged leg. Black spots danced through his vision. He didn't see another guard step to his side.

"That's enough Chuck. Let's get him up." Garrett reached down, grabbed the prisoner under his arms and lifted him. Chuck silently helped his friend and together they held the shaking body as 76 got his legs under him. Once the young man could stand, Garrett let go and moved to release 78.

Ron held Chris's arm as the blond steadied himself. When Garrett took his other arm Ron opened the door then moved to Vin's side and gripped his arm tightly. Garrett pulled Chris out the door as Ron followed with Vin. Both abused men stumbling, barely able to walk.

The two agents were taken into the first room where their hands were released. Chris took Vin's arm, keeping him from falling. He could feel tremors shaking Tanner when they were freed.

Garrett turned to the hose and taking it in hand turned it on. The cold spray hit the two men full force.

Clamping his lips together to keep from crying out, Vin tried to keep his bad leg from being hit by the powerful spray that raked over him and Chris. The cold water hit his leg then hip and then washed over him from head to toe before it was turned onto Chris. They were ordered to turn around and it went over the front of them, stopping at their groins for long moments before continuing up and down their bodies. They were both shivering when it was shut off.

Ron tossed a towel to each of them. "Dry off," he ordered.

Chris's glare followed the man as he pulled the thin towel over his wet body. Vin squeezed the water from his hair and dried himself, ending with the towel rubbing over his head again.

Once they were mostly dry, they were pushed into the hall and ordered to get dressed. Under the watchful eyes of the three guards, they dressed as quick as shaking limbs would allow. Once dressed Chuck pushed them against the wall and snapped the shackles around their ankles. Ron took Vin's arm and pulled the shaking man towards the door. Garrett followed with Chris and Chuck brought up the rear, carrying a shotgun.

As Vin lurched out of the office door his leg buckled. Ron wrapped his arm around his shoulders, supporting him as the guards hurried them through the darkness to the hole.

The grate was raised and Chuck slid the ladder into the deep darkness. With the shotgun in hand Chuck stood back and watched as Chris was ordered into the hole. When Chris disappeared Vin was shoved to the lip, Ron held onto him as he gathered himself to step into the darkness.

Garrett grinned then flipped on the flashlight and pointed it down at Chris who was looking up, waiting for Vin.

Vin started slowly down the ladder, he knew it wasn't far down if he fell. A warm hand on his good leg then waist helped him get all the way down the ladder without falling on his face. With a sigh he stepped from the ladder and it was dragged out of the hole. The grate slammed down and the light disappeared. With Chris's guidance he collapsed into a corner, letting pain and silence fall over him. Chris eased down beside him and they leaned together for warmth.

TEN

Chris wrapped his arms around Vin as they huddled together. Vin shook so hard that Chris pulled him against his chest trying to share what little body warmth he had with him. Tanner's arms circled around him as the shaggy wet head dropped to his shoulder.

"Damn…damn…" Vin whispered. "Cain't take much more o' this."

"I know. But we have to hold out until the guys find us," Chris answered rubbing the shaking back.

"Better be soon."

Chris huffed, "Am sure they're on the way."

"Hope ta God … they are ..." Vin fell silent then limp as blackness overtook him. He didn't feel Chris shift them into a more comfortable position as he tried to keep them both warm.

Leaning his head back against the wall, Chris looked up seeing only blackness above them, the sky not even holding stars. He tried to work out the days and thought that the morning should be Saturday and hoped for their sakes that Buck was looking for them by now. Neither of them could take this abuse for much longer. His body was battered far more than it'd ever been, and he knew Vin was worse. They both needed medical attention, especially his soul brother. He was afraid that the sheriff did a lot of damage inside Vin. Dropping his head to Vin's shoulder he prayed for the first time in a long time, that they'd get out of there alive.

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Late Saturday Afternoon

Sheriff Quince strolled into the restaurant and glanced around at the five men rising from a table. He noticed several had shoulder holsters under their jackets.

"You know, I'm not sure I like all these guns rolling through my town without so much as an introduction," he said to Jessie.

Buck eyed the man standing by the desk having heard the man's comment.

"Well, there is no time like the present sheriff." Buck quipped as he walked over to pay for their coffees.

Jessie pointed to Buck, "Well, this is Mr. Buck Wilmington Sheriff. He and his friends are looking for a couple of men named Chris Larabee and Vin Tanner. They think they might have stopped here."

"I don't recall any Chris Larabee or Vin Tanner, but I'll be sure to keep my eye out for them. Now, if you fellow's plan on staying in Jericho, I'm afraid I'm going to have to collect those guns."

Several snickers were heard and Quince looked at the men.

"Something funny there, partner?"

Buck shook his head and looked at the older woman. "Thank you Ms Jessie. We'll be moving along as soon as we get some supplies Sheriff."

Quince leaned against the bar as the five men filed out of the building.

"They could be trouble Quince," Jessie stated.

"Nah. Don't worry Ma, I can handle them."

Outside the restaurant the agents paused and looked around the small town.

"JD, Josiah, why don't you fill the gas tank and take a look around the garage. See if you see the SUV Chris was driving. Rest of us will check out that little store," Buck said before heading towards the building.

"Hey, get me some snacks would you?" JD called to Buck as he started across the road.

Buck grinned at Nathan and glanced back at their youngest. "We'll get something for you," he promised.

Entering the little store the three men were surprised at how well stocked it was. Nathan moved down an aisle and began looking at items that were laid out in two long glass showcases. The shelves were full of different objects, from cameras to guns to expensive collectables. Ezra went into an aisle that had clothes hanging on hangers, a double row of fine shirts, jackets, suit's, coats and slacks in most sizes. He found there appeared to be only one of each item and wondered if the owner had to order things in for customers.

"Can I help you men?" The storekeeper asked.

With a glance around the room, Buck said, "Candy, chips, soda?"

Nathan paused at the end of one of the cases. "This is one hell of a store mister. There's a complete EMT medical kit in here."

"And some fine haberdashery, I might add." Ezra stated fingering a cashmere coat.

"Say Buck …" Nathan was staring into the second showcase.

"Yeah?" Buck moved to Nathan's side.

"That look familiar?" Nathan pointed to several guns laid on a red cloth.

Buck shot a glance at the shopkeeper. "Come over here. I said come over here!"

"Yes sir," Macklin hurried to Buck's side.

"Show me those guns. Show me them now!"

"Let's ... where is that key?" Macklin began to pat his pockets.

"I got the keys," Buck pulled his gun and smashed it into the glass over the guns. "That's Vin's mare's leg and that's Chris's. These are theirs."

"Yep," Nathan agreed.

Ezra blocked the aisle as the storekeeper tried to move away. "Just a moment of your time good sir."

"Come here. Tell me how you came by these guns," Buck demanded banishing the mare's leg in the man's face. "Answer me!"

Macklin stuttered as the three men closed in around him. Sweat began to roll down his face. He knew he was in danger of losing his life from the looks on the men's faces. He opened his mouth and began to talk.

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Jessie looked up from the basket of sheets she'd just taken from the clothesline and folded. The basket glowed white in the descending sunlight. "Mr. Wilmington? What? What do you want?" she asked startled to see the tall men surround her.

"Me and the boys just want to ask you a few more questions about our friends," Nathan replied.

"No need to be frightened ma'am." Josiah added.

"Like I said, I didn't see them."

"Well we just found their guns for sale in your local store," Nathan stated.

"That has nothing to do with me. Maybe your friends sold their guns to him."

"Ma'am, the store owner said you sold them to him." Josiah looked down at her.

"He's wrong. It's not true," Jessie replied gripping her hands together.

Buck stepped towards the old woman growling, "Aww… she knows more than she's saying, and I say we get it out of her!"

Jessie moved closer to Josiah. "Please, I'm a good Christian woman. I never have done harm to anyone."

"You're a good Christian, then you should start talking right now lady!" Buck's blue eyes were large and his fists came up as he stepped towards her.

Ezra and Nathan yelled "Calm down Buck! Hold on," at the same time they grabbed his arms stopping him from getting close to the woman.

Josiah shook his head. "Now, he's got the devil in him. Its best you tell me how you came by those guns."

"Talk lady!" Buck growled and lunged at her.

Nathan hung onto the angry man as Ezra stepped partly in front of him. "Calm down, Buck!"

"Let go," came the snarl as Buck struggled and tried to push at Ezra, his mad gaze on the woman.

Fearing the crazy man would get free Jessie quickly made up an answer. "Some men came in, all riled up and drunk. They made me take the guns instead of money for the food they ate. They said to keep quiet or they'd come back and burn my place down." She dabbed at her eyes.

"Thank you for your time ma'am," Josiah said. "Sorry to trouble you."

The men walked away. "That's it?" Buck snarled.

"She's not going to say any more."

"She's lying …"

"Yep. Nice little show you put on there, Buck," Josiah smiled.

"Thanks very much Josiah. I learned from the best you know." Josiah laughed and slapped Buck on his back.

As darkness began to darken the town, the men separated, all moving with a purpose. Ezra and JD kept the deputy busy while Buck and Josiah entered the sheriff's office. Nathan stood to one side of the building as a lookout.

Using flashlights, Buck and Josiah made short work of going through the desk drawers in the office then moved to the file cabinet that stood in the corner. A thick notebook was found was found behind files in a locked drawer. It looked like it had been hidden well out of sight of anyone looking for a file.

Buck quickly thumbed through its pages. Names, dates and money amounts were listed in neat columns, though there were quite a few names without money listed.

"Got something," Buck stated as he turned to the last page, his breath sucked in. There in black on white were Chris and Vin's names with the date but no sum of money listed behind their names.

"Let's talk to the sheriff. This mentions a warden and look here." Buck pointed at an entry. "Prison. They must have that prison operating. My guess, the names with no money listed behind them are the men in there."

"Sheriff's in on it. Probably everyone in this town. We'll give the Fed's a call to come check this out. Let's find our Brothers now." Josiah headed for the door with Buck behind him, the notebook safely tucked in Josiah's jacket.

"You see the sheriff Nathan?" Josiah asked.

"I think that's him, coming around from the back of the restaurant." Nathan pointed at a large man strolling leisurely along the side of the brightly lit restaurant. They watched the figure stop and look around as one of his hands reached down and adjusted his crotch. Whistling, he turned and headed towards the patrol car parked halfway down the block.

"Get him," Buck said, and the three tall agents went after the sheriff.

"Let's go have a look at this little prison of yours." Buck snarled stepping in front of the man.

"What?" Quince exclaimed in surprise, his thoughts of what he was going to do to the blond prisoner crashed in the darkness.

"Like he said, we want a look at your prison, right now. With you." Josiah told him.

Quince drew himself up and puffed out his chest. "I don't have a prison. I don't know what you're talking about."

"This book we found tells a different story. All we want is our friends back." Josiah patted his jacket.

"Hold it right there. You let go of my boy right now or I will scatter your bones from here to the mountains." Jessie appeared from the darkness, a shotgun in her hands.

"Like we said, we just want our friends back," Buck told her.

"You might as well leave. They're already dead."

"Is that so?"

"You let go of Quince."

"You don't want to pull that trigger ma'am," Josiah stepped closer to the irate woman. His eyes picked up Ezra and JD approaching behind her.

"I will if I have to. You stay back. Don't come any closer."

"We aren't going to hurt your boy, and we're not going to cut him loose. The only thing you're accomplishing is getting him killed. Put the gun down."

"Go to hell …"

Ezra's hands wrapped around the shotgun several fingers over the hammer preventing Jessie from firing. JD grabbed the gun out of her hands.

"Oh ma …" Quince moaned as his mother's arm was held in a tight grip.

"Lock her up in the jail, then we'll go find our brothers." Josiah ordered.

Buck followed Ezra and JD as they led the woman to the jail and smiled when he entered the cell block. The two had done a good job getting the deputy and storekeeper in cells, the two men looked scared. Once Jessie was locked in an adjoining cell the three hurried back to the patrol car where Quince was sitting in the front seat, a gun pointed at him. Josiah was talking quietly to the fidgeting man. Nathan smiled at the three from the back seat.

"We'll follow you," Buck called as he, Ezra and JD angled across the road to the black Dodge. They paused long enough to grab the first aid duffel from Josiah's vehicle. Within moments the Ram followed the car out of town.

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Chris had fallen asleep with Vin wrapped in his arms and woke when the warm body shifted and moved around. His arms tightened around Vin as he spoke.

"Easy Vin. I've got you. You're okay."

Vin's head came up from where it lay against Chris's collarbone. Blue eyes blinked then opened in the bright late morning light pouring down into the hole. Vin shuddered then shivered.

"Chris? It's cold…"

"Yeah it is. Just relax a bit longer. Rest."

For several minutes Vin rested against Chris as the sun rose enough to throw its bright rays into the walled prison they were in. With a sigh Vin raised his head and looked around then began to untangle his arms from around his soul brother. He didn't miss the concern in the green gaze fixed on him.

Vin touched Chris's cheek with a fingertip. "I'll be fine, those men can't take me down this way. I got to get up though."

With a small crooked smile, Chris released Vin and steadied him as he struggled to straighten up. Once Vin moved off him, Chris stood up and groaned as his ass flared into the pain of pins and needles from sitting on concrete, with a deeper pain inside of him. Chris helped Vin to his feet and held him as Vin fought to get his abused body to move. He groaned as waves of pain washed through his lower body. The pain in his ass and insides almost knocked him back down.

Chris steadied Vin while he fought to shove the pain down. He saw tears rolling down the younger man's cheeks and knew the pain had to be horrendous. Vin hardly ever showed how pain affected him.

Swiping his hand across his eyes, Vin bowed his head in embarrassment, his face flushing red.

"You need to use the bucket?" Chris asked as he pretended he hadn't seen anything.

With a nod, Vin began to shuffle towards the corner that held the bucket. Finishing, Vin stood over the bucket and adjusted his pants and blinked the tears from his eyes. He dreaded the walk across the hole to the corner where they'd been sitting. His thigh throbbed in rhythm with the other pains shooting through him. Taking a deep breath, he turned and slowly limped back to the corner. Chris took care of his business and moved to his side. Vin could feel the worry coming from the blond and raising his head he tried to smile at him.

"I'll be all right Chris. Just need ta get out'a this place. How're you doing?" Vin asked, he decided he needed to move more and began to limp in a circle around their small prison.

Chris matched his gait to Vin's as they slowly made their way around the enclosure, ready to catch Vin if his leg buckled. "I've been better. Those bastards are going to pay though."

"Going ta enjoy shooting them." Vin agreed.

After several rounds they once more settled into the corner to endure the rest of the day.

ELEVEN

As darkness began to overtake the prison, the grate above the prisoner's heads opened and a bucket was lowered into the darkening hole. Chris put his hand on Vin's arm to keep him still. He rose and picked up the container. It held water, he glanced up and the smiling face of Chuck gazed down at him.

"We'll see you later blondie," the man said and dropped the grate into place.

Carrying the bucket Chris returned to Vin's side and sat down.

"Guess we don't get food today, just water," he told the trembling man.

"Damn, and here I was all set to enjoy that five-star meal they feed us," Vin quipped.

Grinning Chris passed the bucket to Vin and waited as he drank. When he finished Vin handed the bucket to Chris and leaned back against the wall, wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He couldn't seem to control the shaking that his body kept doing. He felt cold even though the sun had heated the hole enough they both had been sweating all afternoon.

Vin watched as Chris finished the water and placed the bucket where it could be picked up from above. Chris barely sat it down when the grate was removed and a guard's head appeared, the dim light from a flashlight lit the hole.

"Move back 78," Chuck ordered.

Chris stepped to Vin's side, "Where's our dinner? We haven't had anything to eat yet."

"Oh! Hmm, sorry about that." Chuck laughed as the pole snagged the water bucket. "Looks like there were no leftovers today. The other men had a very busy day and they were hungry. Guess they ate everything. They worked hard, you didn't. You'll have to wait and see if they leave anything for you tomorrow."

The grate clanged into place and they heard the man walk away, his laughter carrying to them for several moments.

"God damn son of a bitch…" Chris cursed the guard. For several minutes he moved around the hole cursing every guard, the sheriff and warden, then cursed them all again. When he wound down he heard a raspy chuckle coming from where Tanner sat in the dark corner.

"What's so funny Tanner?" Chris snapped.

"You … Us … This damn hell place … You're wearing yourself down for nothing. They can't hear you and could care less."

"Damn it, Tanner," Chris moved to Vin's side and sat down next to him with a huff. His arm went around the shaking shoulders and drew the chilled man against him. "I know they don't care. Makes me feel better though."

Vin snickered. "Yeah, feels good to vent. But it doesn't help us. We need to figure out how to get out of here."

"Without getting ourselves killed," Chris finished and felt Vin's head nod in agreement. Chris pulled Vin closer and began rubbing his hand up and down Vin's arm trying to get him warmer.

"We need to get out of here in the daylight so we can see what's around the area. See if there's a way to escape this place." Chris said.

"I know there are rocky bluffs more or less surrounding us. Kinda desert rocks, and tall cliffs."

"We wouldn't get far in the dark without some kind of light, don't want to fall into something."

"Yep, we …" Vin stopped talking, his body stilled though tremors raced through him uncontrollably. "Someone's coming."

"Damn."

The light from a flashlight hit the two men as the grate was moved. The ladder was dropped into the hole.

"Get up here now," the order came.

Chris and Vin exchanged a glance, then Chris rose and helped Vin to stand. They moved to the ladder, Chris let Vin go up first, keeping a watchful eye on him in case he needed help. Chris came out of the hole after Vin and looked at the guards.

"We get to go to the barracks with the other prisoner's now?"

Laughing Chuck answered, "Yeah right, maybe in your dreams. Move it."

"Kinda early tonight isn't it?" Vin asked as he limped towards the building they were being shoved towards. Once more the grounds were dark with just a few lights at the gate.

"Well, we plan to play longer. We'll have more time to enjoy you both," came the reply.

They were almost to the building when there was a commotion at the front gate. They paused to see what was going on.

The light from car headlights at the gate flashed across them before stopping on the building as the vehicle entered the grounds. Another rig was behind it, its lights off. Alarmed voices called out.

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"Jail break! Jail break!" Quince screamed as he slammed his patrol car into park and jumped from it. He took off running, and yelling. Josiah and Nathan exited the car, their eyes going to where they'd seen the figures in the headlights.

Gunfire broke out and the two agents dropped beside the patrol car.

"Take cover boys, take cover," Buck yelled as he and the others got out of the Ram and got behind it.

"Sheriff's getting away," Nathan called.

"Can't go too far," JD answered.

"This isn't going to work Mr. Wilmington. They can keep us pinned down until we are out of ammunition," Ezra stated as he shot at a man in a guard tower.

"I know. And who knows where Chris and Vin are," Buck replied. "Well, I wonder if this will work? ATF drop your guns!" He loudly yelled.

Josiah grinned and added his voice to the yell. "ATF, you're all under arrest. Drop your guns!."

The gunfire dropped off, then a voice called out, "What's ATF doing here? We didn't do anything wrong."

"Illegal running of a prison; embezzlement; unlawful imprisonment, and a dozen other infractions. State Patrol and Federal agencies will be here straight away," Ezra yelled back.

The five agents heard men talking a moment before the voice called out again, "We're coming out, don't shoot."

"Throw out your guns," Ezra called. "Throw them towards us."

"I don't have a gun," a man said as he came out of one of the buildings, hands in the air. He was followed by two more men. The guards from the towers threw their guns towards the parked vehicles and climbed down and walked towards the agents. Stopping with the men from the building.

"Josiah, JD, check that building, see if we can keep these men in it for now," Buck ordered as six guards stood in a line in front of them. The two men hurried to the small building, flashlights in hand.

"Sorry boys, this is an illegal operation, and you are under arrest." Nathan said.

"Where's Garrett, Ron and Chuck? I don't see them," a man questioned.

"Who are they?" Buck asked.

"Warden's pets. They do everything the Warden orders, and then some."

"Office building?" Buck said, and when the man pointed he took off running. Josiah grabbed JD's arm before he could follow, he'd seen Ezra and Nathan run after Buck.

"Let's get these men under wraps then we can help our brothers."

JD reluctantly turned back to the guards standing in front of them, their hands on their heads.

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Chris and Vin were shoved towards the back door into the building. When the headlights washed over them the one guard laughed.

"Looks like the sheriff's in a hurry to get to you, blondie. Move it boys, it's going to be a nice night for us," Garrett grinned as he pushed inmate 76 hard enough to make him stumble and fall.

Vin cursed as he hit the ground. His thigh was on fire and he couldn't get his legs to work.

Ron reached down and grabbed the prisoner by his upper arm and started to drag him up when the yell, "Jail break," rang out.

"Damn!" Ron and Garrett said at the same time. Ron jerked Vin to his feet and Chuck grabbed an arm as Garrett snared Chris, "Move!" The guards rushed the prisoners into the building.

"Warden, Warden, where do you want these two? We've got a break on our hands."

The Warden stood in the hall, he motioned to the door of a room. "Hang them up, then go help." He turned back to his office and hurried inside. The man was determined to get the money in the safe and get out. He had an escape plan in place for something like this, if it proved to be more than just a break.

Chris and Vin struggled as they were dragged down the hall to the room they'd spent the better part of the previous night in. With a twist of his body, Chris got Garrett's hand off his arm and swung his fist at the larger man as hard as he could. The swinging fist caught the man on the side of his jaw. Garrett's head snapped back and he staggered into the wall. Chris managed to strike him another time and he slid down the wall unconscious. Chris went after the two men who dragged Vin through the door into the room of horror.

Vin planted his feet, trying to slow the guards down.

"Settle down kid, you're not helping yourself." Ron told him as he grabbed Vin by his long hair and pulled his head back. Chuck hit Vin in the stomach and Vin's knees buckled. Ron held him and moved closer to the hook in the ceiling. Vin's arms were penned to his sides when Ron grabbed him around his chest. Chuck reached for the manacles lying on the nearby table.

Chris entered the room and Chuck glanced up with a grin that changed when he didn't see Garrett with the blond. "Hey where …" Chuck got no farther as Chris felled him with one powerful blow.

Ron swung around, still holding Vin in his tight grip. One hand buried in Vin's long hair holding his head back as far as it could go.

"78 stop, or I'll break his neck," Ron shifted Vin, whose hands were now gripping the muscular arm across his upper chest. All Vin could see was the ceiling.

Chris stopped. "Let him go and get the hell out of here," he growled.

With a smile Ron moved towards the door dragging Vin with him. "Step back, away from the door and I might just do that."

Fists clenched at his side Chris stepped away from the door and watched the big man. When Ron got to the doorway he hefted Vin higher in his arm, the hand in his hair loosened.

Ron grinned as he looked at 78 and lifted 76 higher, with the hand that had been in Vin's hair he caressed his pale cheek, rubbing it gently. Ron's eyes were locked on the blond prisoner's eyes as he lowered his head and kissed the man in his arms. Not once but several times as he held the thrashing young man still.

"You were a great fuck. I'm going to miss you," Ron whispered in Vin's ear as he kissed him one more time, never taking his eyes off 78, then with a hard shove he pushed Vin into Chris's arms.

Chris was taken aback when Ron kissed Vin and took a step towards the two, the look in the big man's eyes stopped his involuntary movement. He wasn't prepared when, after several kisses, Vin

came flying at him. He barely managed to hold Vin up when he slammed into his chest.

Wrapping his arms around Vin, Chris asked, "Are you all right?"

"Son of a bitch kissed me!" Vin exclaimed as he got his feet under him, his face turning pink.

"Yeah I think he was taken by your pretty hair. You okay? I need to check Chuck, see if he's got a gun on him." Chris kept the smile off his face at Vin's snarled reply.

"I'm fine, go." Vin leaned against the wall and attempted to control the tremors that shook him and wiped his face where the guard has kissed him. He watched Chris lean over the downed man and caught the smile that crossed Chris's face.

"Look what I found," Chris lifted the manacles and clamped one around the guard's wrist then passed it around the table leg and clamped it to his other wrist.

Vin grinned. One good thing that happened to them in the last few days he thought. He watched Chris quickly frisk the man and found the revolver the guard carried. Chris walked over to him, the chain between his ankles clinking.

"No keys for the shackles on him, should be somewhere. Maybe the other guy I hit," Chris glanced at Chuck then led the way out the door, gun ready. Vin limped slowly behind him.

Chris was bending over Garrett, gun partly behind him as his other hand searched through Garrett's pockets. He heard a door open, but before he could lift the gun to fire the Warden grabbed Vin in a choke hold and pulled him tightly against his big body.

"Step away from Garrett, 78." The warden growled as Vin's hands came up and gripped the arm across his throat as he tried to breathe and get free of the tightening hold.

Chris pulled his left hand out of the guard's pocket and held it towards the warden. As he straightened, his right hand slid the gun into the waistband at his back, hoping the man hadn't noticed, then he held his right hand out from his body.

"Stay still 76," the Warden tightened his grip on Vin and Vin stilled. Black spots began to appear in his vision, his lungs struggled to draw in a deep breath. His fading gaze was locked on Chris.

"You two were a good thing for us, but a pain to have around. It's time to put you both down."

"Do you think you'll get out of this prison alive?" Chris asked as calmly as he could.

The man laughed as his hand came up, pointing a gun at Chris. "Oh yes. I'll be long gone. You two will be dead and I'll be living the good life."

Vin's eyes cleared for a moment and he stared at Chris. At a slight nod of his head, Vin went limp in the large man's arm.

The Warden looked down at his prisoner and loosened his arm to let the man collapse on the floor. He wasn't prepared to receive a hard elbow blow to his groin. He yelped and stepped back, his gun turning to Vin. A shocked expression crossed his face as another eye appeared in his forehead before he collapsed to the floor without a word.

TWELVE

The door behind the warden flew open and Sheriff Quince came running through, his gun in hand and firing.

"Die … You miserable bastards. You die now … you …" Quince stopped beside the warden's body, his gun clicking as he tried to force more bullets out of the empty chamber.

Chris rose from where he'd dropped when the man barreled through the door. "Looking for me?" he asked as he fired.

"You … you … who are you two?"

"Inmate 78 and 76 …"

Quince fell to the floor partly on the warden's legs. Chris reached to help Vin up and move away from the two bodies. He handed Vin the gun and quickly went through the rest of Garrett's pockets. When the man moaned and stirred, Vin hit him over the head with the gun, knocking him out again. Chris found the keys and with quick fluid movements he unshackled first his ankles then Vin's.

"Think we better do something to keep him here," Vin said nodding at Garrett.

A smirk crossed Chris's lips. He snapped a shackle around one of Garrett's ankles, dragged it around and clamped the other end to one of the dead warden's.

"That should keep him there. Looks like the sheriff was the warden's backup plan. It didn't work," Chris pointed to the backpacks that were slung over the dead men's shoulders, not having noticed them earlier.

"Let's get out of here," Vin rasped as he painfully edged towards the door the men had come through, his thigh felt as if someone had stuck a poker into it, and his insides felt on fire. Chris, grasped Vin's arm as they moved down the hall, he forced himself to ignore the pain in his body .

Several feet from the door they heard a commotion and stopped. The door slammed open and two men slipped into the opening, their guns pointing at them.

"ATF ... Chris, Vin!" Buck's voice echoed through the hallway.

"Chris, Vin!" Ezra exclaimed in surprise, pulling his gun up.

Vin slumped against the wall in relief as Chris smiled at their teammates and lowered his gun.

"About time you got here …"

"You should have let us know you were making a stop in this town, we'd of been here sooner. Let's get you out of here," Buck gripped Vin's arm helping him straighten up then gripped Chris's arm.

Ezra glanced behind his three friends and said, "I'll check things out here. Get them to Mr. Jackson." He moved toward the downed men as Buck helped Vin through the door with Chris right behind them. Ezra saw instantly two men were dead. Spotting the third man cuffed to one of the dead men he smiled, leave it to Chris and Vin to do something like that. He collected the backpacks before moving to an open door and entered the small room. He found another man in there, hooked around the leg of a heavy, odd shaped table. With a glance around he moved to one side of the table where a drawer had opened a little ways. He pulled it farther, wondering what it could be hiding. He gasped when the drawer slid all the way open revealing all sorts of sex ‘toys.' His eyes took in the crops, cock rings, butt plugs, clamps, and other items used in BDSM, all very uncomfortable looking. Turning his gaze from the collection of items, he shut the drawer. Then he noticed the chain and hook hanging from the ceiling, and the rings on the table legs at the ends of it. Backing away he glanced down at the man on the floor who was staring up at him with a wide grin on his lips. Ezra blinked as the man licked his lips and smirked at him.

"Those two were great fucks. We enjoyed them every way we could take them. They were so pleasurable." Chuck chuckled.

Horror and hate flooded Ezra's eyes and his foot lashed out catching the man under the chin and snapping his head back. The man fell unconscious as Ezra rushed out of the room, thinking of what his friends might have endured. What they'd have to go through to be checked out. He wondered how well they really were.

With the backpacks over his shoulder Ezra quickly caught up with the three men as they exited the front office. Nathan appeared and gripped Chris's arm while Buck helped Vin. The area in front of the office was lit up and Josiah and JD joined them, having locked the guards into a small building. JD found the compounds switch box and turned on all the lights in the complex.

Chris and Vin were helped to the Ram. Vin was assisted into the front seat as Chris climbed into the back. Nathan started to check Vin over. Ezra moved to the truck and tossed the packs into the back end. At the look Chris gave him, Ezra smiled.

"I do believe it is the malefactor's ill-gotten proceeds."

"Good work. Need to get this reported and someone out here …"

"Already taken care of Mr. Larabee. They should be here post haste. How are you doing?"

"Fine, since you guys showed up."

"Mr. Tanner?"

"He'll be okay now."

Ezra stepped close to Chris where he sat on the back seat of his Ram and lowered his voice to a whisper. He didn't want Nathan and Vin to hear what he was going to say to his boss.

"Mr. Larabee, I know what has been done to you and Mr. Tanner. You realize you both have to have certain tests and …"

Chris nodded, cutting him off. "We know. They looked healthy but… See if you can find records on the prisoners here would you?"

"I will. And on the guards as well," Ezra patted Chris on his knee and hurried back to the office.

Chris watched as Buck and Josiah gathered the prisoners to one side of the buildings. JD positioned himself with a rifle to keep watch over the men.

"Vin stay still, you're not fine. You're bleeding." Nathan's voice brought Chris's head around to see what was happening in front of him.

"I'm fine Nathan …"

"Tanner, let Nathan check you. Neither one of us are fine."

"Chris, I …"

"No Vin. Let him take care of you right now. You know we're going to end up in the hospital. You were tore up, we both are. So be quiet."

Vin's voice fell, though Chris could hear him muttering under his breath.

Buck walked over to the truck, a tall black man behind him. "I'm going to the office to help Ezra. Chris, this is Steve Phillips, one of the guards. He told me where the records are of the prisoners and knows where the warden kept all the other records. He's helping us Chris."

"I'm sorry for what was going on here …Umm … Ah, Mr. Larabee. Most of us were just doing our jobs, we don't know anything else. I'd talked to the warden to try to get you two out of the hole a couple of times. He wasn't about to do that though. Talked to him this morning, he threatened to fire me. I was ready to quit then. I've had enough of this mistreatment of the prisoners."

Chris nodded, "Thanks. Help Buck get the records. Wait, did you know what they did to prisoners in the hole?"

"Sir? I know they fed them leftovers from meals, dumped it in a bucket, and water in a bucket. They didn't get any protection from the weather either. That's all, Sir." The handsome black man said.

"Do you know the warden's close friends here?"

"There's Sheriff Quince, his mother Jessie, Mr.'s Jon Garrett, Ron Anderson and Chuck Bingham. A few times I heard the name of the store owner, Macklin, when the Warden and Quince were talking."

"Warden, what's his name?"

"To tell you the truth, I have no idea what his real name is. I've been here three years and everyone just calls him Warden. Only name I've ever heard. There must be something in the records or his room. He barely left this place, once a year he'd be gone for a week, other than that, he lived here full time."

With a nod Chris gazed across the compound to where the hole was hidden in the darkness. "Thanks, Mr. Phillips. See what you can do to find all the records that are here." Buck and Phillips headed for the office and Chris leaned back against the seat. He was tired, sore and cold. Looking around he spotted the blankets on the seat near him and reached for them, his aching arms and shoulders protested and he caught his breath.

Nathan straightened for a moment from Vin and saw a blanket being pushed his way from the back seat where Chris sat. With a little grin he grabbed it and with a flick of his wrist had it open. He placed the warm blanked around Vin and smiled at his teammate. "Stay put. There's an ambulance on the way."

"Not goin' anywhere, Nate. This feels good to jest sit here." Vin answered as he pulled the blanket tightly around him and up to his neck.

Nathan patted Vin's shoulder, he knew the young man was inconsiderable pain from not only from his leg but the other things he'd found in his quick check of his friend. With a shake of his head he straightened and moved out of the front seat and shut the passenger door. A couple of steps carried him to the back door of the truck and to Chris's side.

When Ezra returned with several files in his hands. Chris was dozing in the back seat of his truck after Nathan finished checking him over. Nathan stopped him, not wanting to disturb Chris or Vin.

The low conversation alerted Chris and he blinked his eyes open. "What's happening?"

"Sorry to wake you Mr. Larabee, but with Mr. Phillips help, we are gathering many documents on the prisoners and ex-prisoners."

For a moment Chris thought on Ezra's words, his tired mind worked through what the undercover agent had said and he looked sharply at him. "You mean some families actually paid and got their men out of here?"

"Well, in a sense Mr. Larabee. The warden received the funds, but only a few men left their confinement."

"What do you mean Ezra? Just spit it out," Chris grumbled running a hand over his head.

"There is a graveyard somewhere on the premises. The few men who paid and left were never in this local. The documents show men with family members, paid, and left with their families. Others, compensation was received and families were informed they were released. Some copies of correspondence are in the records. But these files show the men never left the premises and there are not sufficient men confined to this establishment to explain all these names."

For a minute Chris was silent, working tiredly through what Ezra said.

"You mean, men paid and never left here? That there's not enough walking around here to match the records?"

"I believe that is what I said."

Lights from several cars lit up the area as vehicles approached the gate.

Buck materialized beside the truck. "Looks like the cavalry has finally arrived."

"'bout damn time," Vin rasped from the front seat.

The men waited in silence as three State Patrol cruisers, a Sheriff's vehicle and an ambulance entered the compound and parked alongside the black Ram.

EMT's converged on the truck while officers met with Buck, Josiah and Ezra. JD turned his guard duty over to some of the new arrivals and went to join his teammates where they were talking with the officers.

Nathan stood back and let the EMT's move to Chris and Vin's sides. He told them what he found and answered several questions they shot his way as the two were examined. It wasn't long before they were ready to move Chris and Vin to the ambulance.

Vin didn't want to move but decided it would be better if he did, rather than taken from the truck and placed on a gurney. He stifled a groan of pain as he slid off the truck seat and shied away from the EMT's hand that appeared. For a moment he tried to ignore the gurney the two men had with them.

Nathan moved to Vin's side and taking his arm gently forced him to the gurney. "You'll feel better not walking Vin, let the EMT's do their jobs and help you."

Vin gave up with a nod of his head. This hell hole took too much from him, he didn't want to lose control to some stranger, but his body was overpowering him with pain and he felt his knees start to give out. With Nathan's help he laid down on the gurney.

Nathan watched Vin as the gurney was quickly loaded into the ambulance. Retrieving a blanket Nathan unfolded it, entered the ambulance and covered Vin. Giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder he got out of the vehicle and turned to Chris who was moving slowly towards them.

Chris made it to the ambulance on his own power, but before he could climb inside one of the State Patrol officers came to him. Buck stopped beside the man.

"Agent Larabee, I'm Officer Jason Parker, do you feel like answering a few questions before you leave?"

Chris glanced into the ambulance and saw that Vin was being tended to by one of the EMT's and nodded his head. "Make it fast."

"All right. You and Agent Tanner were incarcerated in this place, why?"

"Not sure. A man was trying to sell us a watch. Sheriff Quince accused him of robbing some place in Bluff. We'd just been there, there was no robbery. Vin collapsed and I was knocked out. They had a mock trial with Quince as judge. We were sentenced to five years and brought out here. We tried to escape and were thrown into the hole and taken out last night and tonight …" Chris stopped.

"Taken out? At night, not to work then, what for?" Parker asked.

"For their fun and pleasure, and our torture. Now can I go?" Chris snapped.

Parker stepped back in surprise as Chris turned and climbed awkwardly into the ambulance, his abused body starting to fail him.

"Come along Officer Parker. I will show you the room I found and introduce you to one of the despicable miscreants that assaulted Mr. Larabee and Mr. Tanner," Ezra smoothly cut in touching the man on his arm. Parker followed Ezra to the building with Josiah behind them. Buck looked in at Chris and Vin.

"Where are you taking them?"

"Moab. Hospital there has the best emergency department in the area."

"Nathan, go with them."

"Sir, there's no …"

"He can ride up front. These are ATF agents; they are not to be left alone."

"Yes, sir."

"We'll get there as soon as we can. Go, get them taken care of," Buck backed a little and closed one door as the EMT shut the other one before he hurried around to the driver's seat. Nathan was already at the passenger door.

Moments later the ambulance left, its lights flashing. Buck turned towards the building and the dirty secrets it held.

Once the ambulance hit the highway it headed north to Moab. The emergency lights were on but no siren, there was no one on the road. It was past midnight when it pulled into the hospital parking lot and moved to the ER area. They backed to the double doors where several people waited for the two patients, having been alerted by the driver when they got close to town

Three hours later, Chris and Vin were in a private room, sound asleep. Nathan sat between the beds. He wondered how long the two would have survived what they were going through each night. The emergency room doctor had stitched Vin up. He'd been badly torn in several places inside him, and bleeding more when they arrived at the hospital. They had taken Vin to surgery to repair some tears deep inside him. Nathan was glad that it hadn't taken long and they'd used absorbable stitches.

Vin's leg had been badly bruised over the healing wound. They were closely watching him to make sure no blood clots broke loose or infection took over. Vin had fought like a wildcat when the doctor tried to examine him, not realizing that he had been bleeding since they were found. Nathan kept the doctor from tying Vin down, finally grabbing his head and forcing Vin to look at him.

It had taken several minutes before the blue eyes blinked in recognition, and Vin stared up at him. The fear and wildness finally fell away as Vin calmed down. Nathan shook his head. Vin fought to stay still as he was examined, and even with medication to numb the areas the doctor had to stitch, he still wasn't fully numb, until they knocked him out to go to surgery. Rubbing his hand, Nathan was glad Vin was weaker than usual, or he was sure he'd have broken bones in his hand.

Chris endured the needed exam and received only a couple of stitches. Both men had to endure the rape tests, then blood tests for AIDS and other diseases. Both were malnourished and dehydrated. IV's were attached to them for that problem along with antibiotics. If everything checked out in the next day or two, they would be able to leave.

THIRTEEN

Nathan dozed off. He was startled awake by noises in the hallway. Glancing at his watch he saw it was after 5AM. He had his gun out when Buck walked in followed by the rest of the team. Buck halted instantly seeing Nathan. Nathan rose, slipping his gun back into its holster and smiled sheepishly at his friends.

"How are they?" Buck asked as he stopped between the beds, his gaze going from one man to the other.

"They'll be fine with time. The doctors said Chris might be released later today, if there's no problems. Vin will be here at least one more day because of the surgery. What happened at the so called prison?"

The men found places to sit as Buck began to talk.

"This warden guy had been the warden when the camp closed down. He decided, I guess, he liked what he'd been doing. Also he was close friends to the local sheriff. They got the prison going again using money taken from prisoners and they set up a business selling the rocks the men chipped away. They were getting rich."

"Well over a hundred and fifty thousand dollars were in those backpacks. Along with the money were a couple of savings account booklets in their names for a bank in Dallas. Also found passports for the two of them." Josiah added.

"Lucrative business they had," Ezra commented.

"Most of the men in that place were innocent of anything," JD stated.

Green gaze met blue gaze as Chris and Vin, awake since the men arrived, exchanged looks. Chris shrugged then said, "They all were railroaded like we were."

The men jumped to their feet and gathered around the injured men's beds, all talking at once.

Chris shook his head and raised his hand, stopping the men's voices mid-sentence. "Think if you keep this noise up you'll be tossed out. We're not at home."

With relieved laughter the men settled down. Ezra looked from one to the other bedridden men. "Mr. Larabee, Mr. Tanner, it is a pleasure to have you back among us."

The others nodded in agreement. Buck smiled, his hand resting on Chris's blanket covered leg.

"How do you feel?"

"Lot better, since we're out of there."

"Glad you boys finally showed up and …" Vin stopped, thinking of what would have happened this night.

Josiah, standing beside Vin's bed, saw his young teammate turn almost as white as the sheets around him. He reached down and gripped the man's shoulder through the blanket covering it.

Anguished blue eyes turned up to him and he felt the trembling that overtook the slight figure.

"We are here, Brother. You are safe now. We won't leave you alone here or at home." Josiah's deep gentle voice rumbled.

"Those men can't hurt you, or anyone ever again. They are incarcerated or dead," Ezra stated, knowing what the man shackled to the table had said. His green eyes turned frigid as he remembered going back into that room the second time with Josiah and Officer Parker. The man had instantly started talking, telling them some of the things they'd done to Inmate 76 and 78. How the sheriff and warden were going to enjoy the blond tonight, as they had the long-haired man the night before. The guards would get to play with the younger prisoner all night while watching what the others did.

The three men were shocked. They realized the man was getting a hard on talking about what they were planning to do that night to the two prisoners as Parker was unchaining him. Before Parker could react, Josiah had stepped forward and hit the man so hard he'd been knocked out of Parker's grasp and into the wall several feet behind him. He slid unconscious to the floor, his jaw broken.

Parker hadn't said a thing. He was as outraged as the two agents. He cuffed the guard and called for a couple of his men to drag the man out of there. He took pictures of the table, chain's hanging from the wall, and the wastebasket of discarded towels, condoms and other things they didn't want to identify. Then he'd bagged everything, including what they'd found in the table drawer, to keep it secure until the forensics team got there later in the day to go through everything with a fine toothed comb. They then made their way to the office.

"What about that Ron guy. He was in on everything. Big guy, black hair," Chris asked.

"He tried to hide with the guards that were standing off to one side of the prisoners. Mr. Philips and two other guards pointed him out. Ron Anderson was arrested and taken away." JD supplied, then shuddered at what he'd overheard the man say about fucking the two prisoners who'd been in the hole. He hoped the man never got out of prison.

"One other thing," Buck's gaze went to Chris then Vin then back to Chris. "Parker's men found a graveyard. There were thirty-three unmarked graves in it. Only small slabs of rock topped each one. Phillips didn't know much about it, said that a couple of men had died, and were buried there because their family never came for the bodies. He thought there was only four buried there, but the warden's hidden records showed a lot more. Philips and the other guards were told the men were released and taken to town to meet their families. They thought it was a little strange, but the men involved were pretty convincing. Only a privileged few knew exactly what was going on."

"They had the perfect set up," Chris noted.

"Yep. And if it hadn't been for you two having gone missing, it would have gone on for a lot more years." Josiah said, his hand still rubbing over Vin's shoulder, comforting the young man and calming himself.

"Officer Parker has called in other agencies to check all of this. They'll excavate the graves. It is quite cut and dried though that the entire operation was illegal and Ms. Jessie, Deputy Douglas and Mr. Macklin were totally involved. I believe the garage gentleman was also involved, since we found the vehicle you were driving being repainted," Ezra said.

Chris and Vin exchanged glances before a small grin crossed Vin's lips. "Travis isn't goin' ta be too happy. That was a new SUV."

"Who's going to call him?" Chris asked hiding his smile as his men exchanged horrified looks.

Chris let them worry and talk back and forth for several minutes before he held up his hand. Once they quieted he told them, "I'll tell him. I was driving, it was signed out to me in my name. Now if you will all get out of here, we'll get some sleep. You boys look like you need a few hours of rest too."

"We do stud. It's been a long day and night. There's a motel down the road, we'll check it out. We'll be back later," Buck told him as he looked at his teammates.

"I'll stay. I've had some sleep waiting for you. Give me a call and let me know where you're staying." Nathan said as the men stood up to leave. From the look on Buck's face he was sure the man wanted to stay with their injured friends.

"I can…" Buck started to say.

"No, go. Get some sleep. When they're released you'll be driving them back to Denver. I can sleep in Josiah's rig on the way home."

"I'll let you know where we are when we get a room, in case you need to contact us before we get back." Josiah told Nathan as he escorted the others out of the room.

Nathan turned back to Chris and Vin and saw Vin had already fallen asleep. Chris was close, his eyes sleepily blinking. Placing his hand on Chris's shoulder he said in a quiet voice, "Go to sleep Chris, I've got your backs."

A smile crossed Chris's face and he relaxed into sleep. Nathan pulled the blankets up over Chris's shoulder, then checked Vin to make sure his blanket was in place over him before he settled into the chair between the beds and closed his eyes. He didn't think he would go to sleep with everything that happened this night still going around through his head.

Nathan didn't hear the nurse who came in, checked the patients and changed the IV bags. Not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping men, she worked silently and as quick as she could. Before leaving silently.

Trying to turn over woke Nathan. For a moment he wondered what he was doing in an uncomfortable chair, then spotted Chris and everything flooded back. He rose, stretched and began working the kinks out of his long body. He heard a strange noise and moved to the door. A young woman in pink pants and shirt was pushing a food cart along the hallway. She stopped at the door next to theirs and took a covered tray into the room. Moments later she returned and pushed the cart to the door he stood in. With a smile she picked up two trays and turned towards him. Nathan moved out of her way and followed her back into the room.

Chris was awake and his gaze went from Vin to Nathan.

"Breakfast arriving," Nathan said in a quiet voice.

"What time is it?" Chris asked glancing towards the window, the sun was barely up.

"Seven. They must feed everyone later here," grinned Nathan. He watched as Chris pressed the button to raise the head of his bed, then he adjusted the pillows for him.

The young woman, having set the trays on the rolling tables, glanced at the blond. "Good morning. Your breakfast is served gentlemen."

"You feed later than most hospitals," Chris commented.

She grinned, "Well, we like for our patients to get a good night's sleep, and it also keeps them guessing what's going on." She pulled the table to where Chris could reach the tray. "What really happened, the kitchen had a problem and they were late getting the breakfasts made. Everything is an hour later now. I'll get the last." She laughed as she turned and hurried out the door.

Chris and Nathan exchanged puzzled glances, but before they could say anything she was back, carrying another tray.

"Doctor Michel said there was a third man in here, and to be sure he had a meal too. You don't have to go to the cafeteria this way."

"Thank you. I was going to ask about the time the cafeteria opened," Nathan replied.

"It's open now. Elevator's by the nurses' station, take it to the first floor. Turn left when you reach the floor, it's at the end of the hall. They do have excellent coffee there. I'll be back later to pick up the trays," she said and hurried out the door.

Both men lifted the cover off their trays and blinked in surprise at the food on them. Eggs, hash browns with gravy, rye toast, hot cereal with a container of milk, juice, coffee and condiments, and a bowl of fresh fruit. Nathan's held several pieces of bacon and a sausage patty. The two men dug into the food, stomachs growling from the wonderful smells.

From the other bed, Vin stirred, his head turned towards them before he opened his eyes.

"Mornin', sleeping beauty," Chris drawled, biting into a piece of toast.

"Ya'll eatin' an' I's starvin'!" Came the raspy reply.

"You snooze, you lose, Pard."

"Ya' guy's r not nice. I's starvin' ta death here."

Nathan grinned and got up. "I'll help you to sit up. Your food is waiting for you. We didn't want to wake you." He pressed the raise button and watched as the head of Vin's bed lifted.

"So ya's lettin' my food get cold?"

"No. We were going to eat it." Chris snickered, a grin on his lips as he ate a forkful of egg.

Muttering, Vin pulled the table over him once he was upright and took the lid off his tray.

"Oh damn!"

"What's wrong?" Nathan asked moving to the chair he had been sitting in.

"Look at all the food! Don't think I ever had so much breakfast in a hospital."

Chris and Nathan laughed as they continued to eat.

They ate in silence, until Vin grumbled, "Don't care for this mush."

"Eat it, it's good for you," Nathan stated.

"I's full."

"Finish your breakfast, we might not get lunch," Chris replied as he pushed his table away.

"Mother hen's. Bunch a old ladies. Do this, do that, eat this eat that. Worse'n women," Vin muttered as he ate the cereal, making faces as he finished it off.

Nathan, stood by the window, staring out at the parking lot, a large smile on his face as Vin's voice rasped behind him. Looking out the corner of his eye he caught Chris turning his head away from Vin too, as he fought to keep from laughing out loud.

They heard Vin push the table away then the sound of him moving in his bed and looked at him. Chris's eyebrow rose as he gazed at his soul brother.

"I'm stuffed, sore and tired. Wanta sleep some," Vin said as he fluffed up his pillows then pulled his blankets up. As the bed flattened he turned his back on them and pulled the blanket almost all the way over his head.

Chris shook his head, a smile on his lips. "Sounds like a child, mad at the world and pouting."

"Not poutin', tired and sore."

"Don't you want to see the cute little gal who'll be picking up the food trays?" Chris teased.

His answer was the bundle of blankets pulled over Vin's head, then a one finger salute appeared over a shoulder for a moment before it disappeared under the blankets once more.

Nathan laughed, could no longer contain his laughter. He stacked the trays together and pushed the rolling tables out of the way of the two beds.

"You should rest Chris, while you can, before the doctor comes by. Sometime today, I'm not sure when he makes his rounds."

"Just want to get out of here and go home. Put all this behind us."

"I'm sure you both do. But you know Travis won't let either one of you back to work until you've talked to someone about what happened to you."

"Yes, but…" Chris started.

"Josiah. He's the one who I'd talk to."

Chris looked at Nathan, then nodded his head, "If he would want to take this mess on."

"He would. He is trained in this. And you know for the team, he would do anything."

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EPILOGUE

Three weeks later, Vin walked into the bull pen carrying a box of donuts, a relaxed smile on his handsome face.

Chris walked out of their kitchen/conference room and smiled at the long-haired sharpshooter.

"All clear?"

"Yep. All healed. Doctor gave me the OK and I've already hit the range and re-qualified. Josiah OK'd me a couple of days ago."

"Good. Glad to have you back with us. Just in time for the new assignment Travis handed to me yesterday."

Vin sat the donuts on his desk and Chris opened the top. He glanced at Vin with a smirk. "Everyone's favorite?"

"Yep," Vin replied snatching up a maple covered cinnamon flavored donut as Chris grabbed a large apple fritter. "And some extra's."

With a grin Chris headed for his office. Entering his room, he heard Buck and JD come in talking and laughing. They were followed by Josiah and Nathan, all of them greeted Vin, and commented on the donuts. Leaving his door open Chris settled behind his desk and listened to his men talking and teasing Vin.

The last couple of weeks had been hectic. Josiah met with Chris and Vin together, then alone every day. He calmly worked with them, getting them through what happened. A couple of times early on, Vin broke down in anger and tears. But with Josiah's calm help he came around and was able to put the horror to rest. Though it would remain in their minds a long time, they could now live with it.

They both were checked by their doctor's weekly. Vin, due to the extent of the damage caused by the depraved men, was closely watched for infection for the first week. He finally blew up at his doctor, telling him he didn't have to be checked every day. His doctor let him rant awhile, then calmly told him he had to be seen every three days. Vin was relieved when the stitches were absorbed into his body and the doctor cleared him to work, the tears completely healed.

It would be another week or two before the last blood tests for the different diseases were back. The first tests showed no problem though. Ezra had found some files on the warden and guards, and their medical records. The four men were clean, per the records, but the doctors wanted to make sure. So the two agents had to wait a little longer.

Things moved fast once the illegal prison had been found out. The Governor of Utah stepped in, and with the Federal agencies, they made sure the prison was totally dismantled and cleaned out. Almost all the men who were incarcerated were freed, only a few really had a record, and were moved to a real prison. The bodies in the graveyard were exhumed and by DNA and dental records they were identified and being returned to their families, except one. They were still waiting for results to find out who the man had been.

The guards who worked there legally, with no knowledge or involved with the scam, were free, and they quickly scattered out of the area after the trial. Philips was the exception, he stayed in Moab and applied for work in the Denver area.

Chuck, Garrett and Ron were in a maximum security prison waiting for another trial. They were already convicted of assaulting Federal agents and imprisoning them under false charges. They were waiting a second trial for all of the other accounts against them. With the records that were found, the two agents testimony, the freed prisoners and guards' testimony of what went on for years in the treatment of the prisoners, the graves, and everything else, it would be a long time before the three, if ever, would be out of prison. It would be a surprise if they didn't get life imprisonment. There was still things being uncovered. The Governor wanted nothing like this to ever happen in his state again and he was closely following the case.

Jessie, Macklin, the deputy and garage mechanic were in jail for aiding and abetting illegal activities, assaulting and drugging Federal officers and theft of Federal property. Illegal drugs and a few other things were found. The list was getting longer and longer the more the investigation went along, the deeper it went.

Due to their injuries, and the first trial happening within two weeks of their arrival back home, Chris and Vin didn't have to testify in person. They were interviewed by the DA, gave sworn testimonies, and then were questioned via a internet video when the judge wanted to talk to them. Travis assisted by being a witness to the proceedings, and he too answered a few questions. Both agents were relieved they didn't have to appear, even though they would have if they were called to attend.

The nightmare of their imprisonment was over, and their lives were getting back to normal. Chris and Vin knew they still had issues to work through. The time in the prison would be with them, they figured, the rest of their lives. They were determined not to let it take over their lives. Josiah was there when they needed to talk. Trust and companionship, the team members always with them, helped get them though the ordeal.

Chris and Vin gradually grew closer to their teammates as the days and weeks passed. The other five were there for them each day, holding them if the need arose. The men never looked upon them as victims, but as brothers. Together they had each other's backs through thick or thin. The brotherhood of the seven grew stronger than anything any of them ever imagined. They all were survivors, and forever would be.

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