The Warehouse, Chapter 2: Jack
Jack's mind kept racing. How the hell did he get to this point? He started out as a nice kid, excited by everything he could see, hear, or touch. He didn't know if his family was rich or poor. All he knew is that the world was a wonderful place.
Then came school. He was bigger than the other kids, not fat, just big. His classmates taunted him endlessly. He was given the name "Ape" by somebody, and it stuck. No one ever called him Jack anymore, except his mom and dad. Even his little sister called him Ape. Jack began to withdraw. Maybe the world wasn't such a great place after all. Certainly, school was hell.
When Jack was eleven, things managed to get worse. He was shaving every day. Most of the other boys didn't have any hair on their bodies, at least not like Jack, By age thirteen, Jack had curly coarse hair just about everywhere, including his shoulders and back. He was still bigger than the other boys. He got a new nickname- Gorilla. Gym class was hell on earth. Even the teachers teased him. Jack seldom spoke to anyone anymore, which only reinforced his role at school. He was Gorilla. All 6 feet, two inches and 260 pounds of him.
He actually was looking forward to his senior year, because the hell would be over soon. The end was in sight. For four years, he had been working weekends, and every summer, for a general contractor, building houses. The contractor also had him working some nights helping keep the books. The other men called him Gorilla as well, but, somehow, it was less painful. He was pretty sure they admired his strength, moving a wheelbarrow full of bricks like it was a toy, while they struggled with a load half the size. Jack kept thinking, "I'll save my money, go to college somewhere far away, and be a different person." Then, his life took another turn for the worse. Lots worse.
It was the Homecoming Dance. As usual, he ignored the event, hoping his boss would ask him to work that night, so at least he'd have a good excuse. Then a strange thing happened. Robin, one of the more popular girls at school, asked him to the dance. She was known for her wide circle of friends, as well as her sexual appetite. She carried on about his big muscles and hairy chest. (Yeah, but did she know about the hairy back? Probably. Everybody did.) Yet, maybe there was hope. Surely, some women must be attracted to big hairy men, or they would have been bred out of existence, right? He had paid attention in biology class. Goddam, he was going to a dance!
She didn't exactly ignore him at the dance, but she seemed more interested in talking to other people. She kept sending him off on little errands, like getting her something to drink, or to fetch the phone she left in her car. (She drove. She had her own car. Her family was rich. Jack couldn't afford a car. He was saving money so he could get the hell outta Dodge!) As they were leaving, Jack thought he overheard one of the boys say to Robin, "Let's see if you can pull this one off."
Jack would always remember that moment as the beginning of the end. Robin drove to a deserted part of a nearby park. She opened her dress, unfastened her bra, and waved her tits at Jack. She told him to take off his shirt, which he did in short order. She began taking pictures of Jack with her phone. She told him to open his fly, and pull his pants down. By that time, his dick was hard. She rolled a condom onto it. She actually touched his dick! Jack, as they say, was "built proportional." His cock was as big as he was. She kept taking pictures, which kept Jack from touching her much. Then she said, "Oh screw this," told Jack to get on the floor of the car, put her heels on the dashboard, flipped her dress up, and pulled down her pantyhose.
"That's the biggest dick I've ever seen. Give it to me."
She was still holding the camera phone, still snapping pictures. Jack didn't care. He saw a chance, and took it. He came almost instantly. Robin, ever the queen of tact, said, "That's it? You're a stupid gorilla, and now I have the pictures to prove it!" Jack pulled out. Robin screamed. She saw the condom had torn. Robin had just been impregnated.
It turned out she had done it on a dare, to get embarrassing pictures of Jack to post online. What she hadn't counted on was her desire to feel a big dick in her well-used pussy, the strength of Jack's sperm, and her poor timing. Jack's life spun out of control after that. She posted the pictures online. Her parents wouldn't let her get an abortion. The district attorney said the only way Jack could avoid a rape charge was to marry her. In a moment of drunken stupidity, they got married. Her family disowned her, so they moved in with Jack's family. Jack's father lost his factory job, and they had to move out. Jack's savings were quickly depleted, as was his hope for college. Jack became a truck driver to support his family.
That was fourteen years ago. Robin was a fat slug. Little Jack was a monster. The twin girls that came after little Jack were quickly developing into sluts, just like their mother.
And now Jack was lying, hogtied, in the back of a pickup truck, wearing only his fur.
A month ago, life was not great, but it was OK. He spent all the time he could on the road, to keep away from the harpies known as his family. He took every job he could, and got the occasional blowjob at truck stops-women, men, whatever. Close your eyes, and it could be anyone giving head. A hole was a hole. Then he got a phone call asking if he was available for a job moving a trailer from one end of the state to the other. The timing was good. Otherwise, he was going to have to go home. Since it was an in-state job, the paperwork was minimal. He thought it odd that the man asked him to do it at night, but whatever. About fifty miles into the haul, he was pulled over by more police cars than he had ever seen in one place.
Two weeks ago, he was in front of a judge, and found guilty of terrorism. The trailer contained low-grade uranium. He was taken to a jail where he was stripped, photographed, and had a physical exam. He was taken to a holding cell, three feet wide, three feet deep, five feet high. There was no way he could stand up or stretch out. The toilet was a hole in the floor, The shower consisted of a guard turning a hose on him every other day, and the food was a disgusting stew made from God only knows what. For the first time, Jack cried. He had been sentenced to thirty years, and knew he would be sold as a Prisoner Under Contract.
Three hours ago, he had leather cuffs placed on his wrists and ankles, chains were attached to keep his hands behind his back, and feet no more than a foot apart. What did they think he was going to do? He heard the screams of the prisoners who were touched by the electric prods the guards carried. He knew his life was over. Jack was led to a room about twelve feet square by three guards. A fourth man came in. He appeared to be in his early fifties, was kind of big himself, but not as big as Jack, and wore glasses. He almost looked like a teacher, but his gaze had a coldness that frightened Jack. While guards looked on, the man ran his hands over Jack's body, while two guards held him by his arms. The man grabbed his balls, and gave a bit of a tug. Jack winced, but didn't move. He knew the third guard was behind him with a prod. The man walked around Jack, while the guard with the electric prod passed into Jack's field of vision, holding the device close to his face. The man said, "Bend him over. I want to see his asshole." Jack complied, almost pulling the guards down with him. Jack heard the snap of a rubber glove, and felt a finger slide into his ass.
The finger was withdrawn, Jack heard the glove being pulled off, and the man said, "He appears to be as advertised. I'll take him," and left the room. The guards stood him up. One of them said, "You are one lucky bastard. I figured the gorilla man would end up in a mine or the fields. Get used to having things shoved up your ass. At least you'll get to keep your cock and balls, if you behave."
They led Jack, shuffling against his restraints, down a hall to a garage door, then dropped him into the bed of a large pickup truck. Two of them jumped down, fastened a short chain to his wrist and ankle cuffs, then locked it to an eye on the side of the truck bed.
Jack literally had his life flash before his eyes. It seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. The truck started, and drove away. He could see the sky, and realize it was daylight, but had no idea what time it was. He felt the truck make many turns, but had no idea where he might be. After about an hour, or so he guessed, the truck stopped, the engine was shut off, the tailgate was opened, and he heard a voice.
"Welcome to the rest of your life. Do as you're told, and you'll do as well as any puck can hope. Fuck it up, and you'll have your balls cut off and spend the rest of your days in a mine. Now pay attention! Do only what you are told to do, and do it quick. Do not speak, unless you are asked a question, then answer with 'Yes, sir,' or 'No sir.' Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir. Where am I?"
"Wrong answer!"
Jack screamed as an electric prod was dragged down his leg. He convulsed briefly, and was disoriented for a several seconds.
"You are not to move or speak unless directed to do so. Do you understand?"
"Jack mumbled, "Yes, sir."
"The next time you are asked a question, I expect to hear a clear answer. Let's move on. I'm going to unhook you from the truck. Do not move. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Jack said somewhat louder, He heard the chain binding his hands and feet being removed.
"Extend your legs, and roll onto your belly."
"Yes, sir."
Jack felt the prod on his left foot, and screamed again.
"I didn't ask you a question, I gave you instructions. Do you understand the difference?"
"Yes, sir," Jack shouted.
"That's better. We'll pull you out of the truck, and I want you to stand up on the pavement."
Jack started to respond, but caught himself.
"To your left is the Training Center. Go to the door, and wait until it opens, then walk in, go to the next door, and stop."
Jack turned to the left. The man who was next to him stepped back, but he was quite certain at least two men, and at least one of those horrific prods, were close by.
He stopped at the door. It opened, and he saw a man even larger than he, wearing nothing but a black jockstrap and work boots. Of course, that was formal dress compared to Jack's nakedness. He also was furry, but his was a fine coating over his entire body. Besides the man's size, what Jack noticed most were the tattoos. They were everywhere except his face. They were even on his neck and head Most were pictures of completely unrelated objects and scenes, done in black. Jack said nothing, but walked forward to the next door and stopped.
The man walked behind him, grabbed the chain holding Jack's wrists together, and said, "My name is Bull. You are to call me sir. I will prepare you for your duties here. You are at The Johnson Warehouse Company, the company that purchased you. We call it The Warehouse. As a purchased Prisoner Under Contract, you will spend the rest of your life here, if you behave."
Bull pressed a button, and the door slid open.
"Walk forward. Go the first door to your left."
Jack did so, and the door slid open.
"Walk to the post you see in front of you. There's an eye about five feet up. I'm going to attach your handcuffs to it."
Jack saw no reason to fight what was happening. His life was over. The only good thing was he would never see is fat cunt of a wife, and the spawn of their unholy union, ever again. His arms were jerked up, and he heard the click as his hands were now suspended five feet off the floor. His arms hurt. His back hurt. Even his stomach hurt in this terrible position.
"Back up your feet to the post. It will take the stress off your arms. I'm going to show you an orientation video, then we'll get started."
A fucking video!?! This was absolutely insane, Jack thought. But sanity was gone from his life, and he knew it. The video started. The scholarly man who had felt him up and stuck his finger up his ass was the presenter. The man introduced himself as Mike, said he was always to be called sir, and spoke like he was a proud owner discussing any sort of business venture. He showed shots of the warehouse, which looked like any of the hundreds of warehouses Jack had seen as a truck driver, except for the workers' appearance. All were naked, with their genitals sticking out in front of them. Were they wearing cock rings? All had work boots and white socks, bump caps, and well, that was it. They were going about their business like any warehouse workers, except they were fuckin' naked!
The next scene was even stranger. Dozens of men in some sort of dormitory, sucking and fucking each other. It was like a bizarre gay porn movie, with the largest cast Jack had ever seen. He'd never seen a gay porn video, but saw more than a few porno flicks, and none of them had a cast like this. Jack was so engrossed in the pictures in front of him that he missed most of the narrative. He thought he heard something about "recreational activities," but that was when this middle-aged man was sticking his dick up some old man's ass.
The next scene caught his attention. This guy, about Jack's age, was strapped to a table, legs in those stirrups women use when they go to the gynecologist. The guy's legs were strapped tightly to the stirrups. The camera focused on his crotch. Jack saw a hand grab the guy's cock and shove some sort of metal tube in it. The guy on the table screamed. Then, the guy's sack was split open with a scalpel, and his testicles were clamped off. Jack heard heavy breathing, and realized he was hearing the sound of his own breath. He couldn't look at the video any longer, and looked down. He saw his own cock and balls, and closed his eyes. It was all too much. Was Bull going to cut off his balls? Jack didn't hear the tape stop. He only heard his own whimpering. He opened his eyes briefly, looked at his dick, and began screaming.
Bull came over, stroked the top of Jack's head, and said, "This is The Warehouse. We don't do such things. This only happens to pucks who can't get on well here, and are sold off."
Then Bull lowered his voice and said, "You'll be alright." Bull had his package almost in Jack's face. He continued to reassure Jack, as he rubbed his jock over Jack's face. He sounded so sweet and reassuring. After a bit, Jack calmed down a bit. Bull bent down and said, "You need to finish the video. I don't want to have this happen to you. If you don't see it, you might not understand what's at stake here. I just want you to be happy."
With that, Bull kissed Jack on the head, and started the video again. Jack saw the man's dick sliced off around the metal tube, and dropped his head again. Bull shut the video off, and said, "It's time to get started."