The Bureau of National Defense and Government [M/M] [conclusion 5/11/23]

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wataru14 wrote: 1 year ago
KidnappedCowboy wrote: 1 year ago Prince Rupert is an overindulged man with unearned wealth and undeserved privilege. I hope he remains in bondage for the rest of his life! :evil:
I'm glad to see that someone isn't immediately smitten with the prince. Everyone else seems to have taken quite a shining to him. But we haven't gotten to much detail on who he is yet. Maybe he's just a spoiled trust fund brat? Or maybe he's more than that? We shall see.
I'm sure it's for somewhat selfish reasons, but Rupert trying to negotiate for Sonny is definitely a point in his favor, and makes me think he isn't entirely a spoiled trust fund brat. Or maybe he is and simply wants to keep Sonny all to himself, which is just as interesting! Regardless, I do agree with [mention]KidnappedCowboy[/mention] that the prince does need to see a lot more restrain in his life. Maybe a certain BNDG Agent could help with that!

Also, I love Carlito, even if I'm not sure I want him to win... that remains to be seen!
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Theoretically, since agnets would likely be trained to resist pain, Carlito's torture tactics would be highly effective. I agree with [mention]KidnappedCowboy[/mention] that Prince Rupert seems a little too cold, and that he still ain't squeaky clean. Carlito is a classic charming Bond villain, and I look forward to seeing him and Sonny go head to head again.
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Hmm...I am totally suspicious of the Prince. It's more like lust than anything in his mind.

As for Carlito, I am sure he has something torturous installed for our agent. What else can he do to push him into ecstasy and despair? Will our agent be able to escape since he is an expert in it? Will he be captured again?

Argh...the torture running through my mind as I wait for the next instalment.
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With Thanksgiving coming up, I decided to post the next installment a few days early. Enjoy!



CHAPTER 4 – Parcel Delivery

Sonny was completely helpless to resist as he was dragged out of the van by his shoulders and into the waiting arms of several burly mercs, all of which had a grudge against him. But that didn’t stop him from futilely trying. He would have loved to explain that their previous encounters were nothing personal, but the balled-up socks in his mouth, held firm in place by several layers of industrial-grade duct tape, did not allow him to. Carlito gave a sinister chuckle as he ascended the stairs into the nearby leer jet where the prince had been stowed. Sonny could do nothing but watch as the door was closed and locked and the plane taxied to takeoff. He watched it fly off into the southern sky.

Sonny wondered if the prince was OK, but he didn’t have much time to ponder. With a thick SNAP, the cable tie holding him into his hogtie was cut and he was stood up on the searing rocky sand. He was being held on both sides by an angry cutthroat, holding him up as well as holding him in place. They didn’t bother to unbind his ankles, so without the thugs supporting him, Sonny would have toppled over onto the ground. But they weren’t there to assist him. Far from it.

With his hands still cabletied behind his back, Sonny was unable to shield himself when the first punch landed. A balled-up fist planted firmly into his abs with a dull splat. “At least he could have taken his ring off,” Sonny thought as the wind rushed out of him. He doubled over from the blow, but one of the gorillas holding him grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back up, more or less straight.

“The boss said to leave his face alone,” one thug said to the others. “So leave off of that. The rest of him is fair game.” With a powerful windup, the thug then smashed Sonny in the gut again. “Remember Istanbul? I certainly do. I was tied to that chair in that basement for four hours before someone found me.” He wailed Sonny in the gut again, before switching off with one of the men holding Sonny’s arms. Sonny’s midsection began to turn a warm shade of pink.

“It’s been a long time since Mombasa,” the second thug said. “You left me tied to a pole in the middle of the street.” He delivered a series of rapid-fire punches to Sonny’s midsection. “A bunch of urchins found me and robbed me blind. Took my phone and all my money. I had to walk all the way across the city in my underwear before I could find a way to call HQ for pickup.”

Each thug had a story to tell before he took his turn pounding on Sonny’s abs int hamburger. By the time they were down to the last man, Sonny was red and sore, with bruises welling up all over his torso. But his perfect face was left unblemished. He laughed to himself. “Carlito’s orders, eh? Why doesn’t that surprise me?” And he took it like a champ. A few grunts when the blows landed, and some reflexive tensing before impact, but that was it. No screaming through his gag, no crying, no begging. “I’ve had worse in amateur boxing,” he thought. All his bravado left him, however, when he the last thug sauntered over and Sonny remembered where they had tussled.

“Remember Thailand?” the thug said. “I sure do. You knocked me out from behind and left me trussed up like a sausage, hanging from the balcony of the hotel by my ankles!” Sonny smiled under his gag when he remembered that. “But do you remember the name of the city?” the thug said with a smirk. “Because I do!” The flash of recollection hit Sonny a second too late and he missed his chance to guard himself as the CUFF agent’s knee smashed into his groin. “Bangkok!” the agent hissed as Sonny doubled over in his captor’s grips. “See, boys, he’s not invulnerable. But we’d better lay off that. It’s the boss’ favorite part. He wouldn’t want it damaged before he gets his hands on it.”

The thugs laughed at the entendre. Now satiated with their physical revenge, they dropped Sonny to the dirt. He flopped on his face and laid still as a dusty combat boot was pressed hard into his back, trampling him down into the impacted sand. “Now let’s get this fool wrapped up for transport,” Sonny heard from the unseen figure looming over him. “He’s got a long flight and years of hard time ahead of him.”

From his prone position on the ground, Sonny couldn’t see what the thugs did next, but he could definitely hear it. There was the sound of something large and heavy being rolled near, tramping footsteps, and piles of… something… being dropped in the dirt. He tried to crane his neck to look, but all he got was someone grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back for his troubles. “This one’s supposedly a master of escape,” the thug holding him said. Mombasa, by the sound of it. “So we need to pull out all the stops.”

Several pairs of hands grabbed Sonny from multiple sides and hoisted him, more or less, to his feet. He cursed and threatened them through his gag, but all that came out was a pathetic stream of “mmppgghh.” The cable ties around his wrists and ankles held firm, no matter how he tried to wriggle and squirm. He was helpless in their grip and could do nothing to stop them from doing whatever they wanted. Sonny winced when he saw Bangkok advancing towards him, unwinding a bale of sturdy hemp rope. He bucked and fought like mad, but it was no use. Mombasa grabbed Sonny’s chin and turned his head so they were face to face.

“Listen, asshole,” he said. “You can either behave or we can drug you and knock you out. That would make things much easier for us, but I hear the headache and side-effects that follow this particular sedative are pretty nasty. The choice is yours. You can’t stop us, so you might as well just be a good boy. The sooner we get this done, the sooner you get to leave our company. You got it?”

Sonny glared at his captors, but he knew deep down that was all he could do. He was bound too securely. Held too firmly. He wrenched his head away and looked at the ground despondently. He needed to bide his time and find a more opportune moment to mount his escape. His head sunk and his eyes pointed down at the ground. “That’s a good boy,” Mombasa said. “OK, he’ll behave. Do him up, boys.”

Bangkok started by folding his rope in half and looping it around Sonny’s ankles, just above the cable ties. He threaded the ends through the bight and yanked it excruciatingly tightly. Sonny could only watch in impotent fury as the ropes wove back and forth, around and through each other. When the knot was cinched, Bangkok repeated the process on Sonny’s lap, just above his knees. Sonny felt himself becoming more and more helpless as his lower extremities were trapped and held by the coarse and sturdy rope being tied around them. When the knee-bonds were done, Sonny was so off balance that Mombasa’s grip on his arms was the only thing keeping him from toppling forward to the dirt again. But Bangkok wasn’t done.

Mombasa adjusted his grip to allow his partner to place the center of another, much longer, piece of rope across Sonny’s chest, just over his pecs. Sonny tried to take deep breaths to expand his chest, but a quick jab to the gut forced him to exhale long enough for the rope to tighten. He felt the compression as the rope inched around, going further down his torso. It was so constricting, it would force him to be able to take no more than shallow breaths for the duration of his captivity. Sonny cursed to himself as the anchoring ties were cinched in place, trapping his torso in a thick, unslippable harness. Admiring his work, Bangkok stepped aside and let Istanbul take a turn.

The first thing Sonny thought as the industrial-grade duct tape made contact with his bare ankles was how much it would hurt when it was eventually removed. He grunted feebly in protest as the tape wound its way around his legs, trapping his hair in its sticky grip. Sonny was normally proud of his Mediterranean hirsuteness, but now, with the advent of tape being wound over his flesh with no buffer, he was cursing it. After making one full revolution, Istanbul wound around again, inching up ever so slightly. This layer overlapped with the other, and the next one overlapped this one. Sonny began to squirm and wriggle as he realized he was about to be mummified over his ropes. But he was powerless to stop Istanbul from slowly covering his lower extremities in the black shiny tape. Inch by agonizing inch the tape ascended his body, forcing his legs flush together, soaked with sweat from the desert heat. Sonny watched helplessly as more and more of his bare flesh disappeared behind a wall of black tape.

The roll was expended just around the top of his thighs, but Istanbul had plenty more where that came from. Mercs always did like their duct tape, Sonny thought glumly as the next roll was applied to the end of the first. The tape encased his buttocks and hips, but Istanbul took great pains to avoid trapping Sonny’s package beneath the layered tape. When the tape reached his balls, the next layer jumped up and over before continuing around. Sonny watched his hips and abs slowly disappear behind the tape, but his cock remained free and exposed. By the time the third roll surrounded his arms and abdomen, he understood why that was. Istanbul smoothed the end of the fourth roll over Sonny’s shoulders with a smile. Looking down, Sonny saw his body, from ankles to neck, totally encased in a cocoon of black shiny tape with only his ample genitals uncovered. He struggled with all his might, but the combination of the cable ties, rope, and tape made all of his strength and dexterity useless.

Istanbul stepped aside as Melbourne walked over. He held a small metal object in each hand, clicking the pieces together torturously as he approached. “When we faced each other, I was quite looking forward to sampling that astounding organ,” Melbourne said. “And you seemed willing enough at the time. But I guess it was just another seduction job of yours that you had no intention of following through on. I remember how blue my balls were when you left me tied and gagged spreadeagle to the bed before escaping with the blueprints. It was agony. And now you’re going to experience a little of that agony for yourself.”

Melbourne leaned in and grabbed Sonny’s shaft, lifting both it and his balls up and pulling them slightly away from his mummified body. Sonny recoiled as the steel ring slid over and his balls were not-very-gently pulled through. He grunted in protest as the steel ring was positioned around the base of his crotch and the steel sheath loomed ever closer. But with his hands bound behind him and his entire body shrouded in a sea of tape, he could do nothing to stop Melbourne from encasing his shaft in the steel sheath and locking it into the ring. Sonny howled in fury as his cock was caged and locked in its steel prison. “You had to see this coming, mate,” Melbourne teased. “Inmates aren’t allowed to go around unfettered. Keeping their naughty bits under lock and key assures compliance. You, of all people should know that. Carlito was quite explicit in his instructions.”

“We’re almost done,” Mombasa said. “Your ride’s coming in for a landing right now.” Sonny looked up to the horizon and saw a junker freight plane looming closer, staying low to avoid detection and approaching for landing. “But it gets cold in the cargo bay, so let’s get you something warm to wear. Sonny struggled as he was lifted off the ground and heard something being slid underneath him. Mombasa lowered him back to the ground and Sonny felt something thick and smooth under his bare feet. Leather. No mistaking that texture.

Sonny looked down in horror as he saw the folded-up body sack underneath him. Mombasa handed Sonny off to Istanbul, then bent down and started pulling the sack upwards over Sonny’s legs. From what Sonny could see, the sack was tailored exactly to his measurements. The top was wide, designed for the width of his chest and shoulders, so it slid up quite easily past his lower extremities. But the leg sheath part was form-fitting and tight one it was in the correct position. It took some effort to pull the leggings up over Sonny’s calf muscles. But the leather sack still relentlessly slid up his body, encasing him in its damnably snug grip. He felt the inescapable tightness all across his body. Sonny began to sweat profusely as his arms and torso were encased in the leather sack, which clung snugly to his musculature in its tailored fit. All the intense heat of the Las Vegas desert was amplified by the jet-black material and trapped inside with him. After an agonizingly long time, the sack was fully in position and buckled tightly over his shoulders. All Sonny could do was feebly squirm like a caterpillar.

A rumbling could be felt as the plane landed a short distance away and lowered its access ramp into the cargo hold down to the sand. Sonny fought as best he could as he was lifted up and carried a short distance away, but it was useless. His captors stopped at a wooden crate, with similar dimensions as a coffin, perched atop a dolly cart. The lid of the crate lay on the ground nearby with the words “Fragile - Live Animals” stenciled on the slats. Sonny was too weak and hot to resist as the leather hood was slid over his head and cinched closed, blocking out all light. Faint from the heat and completely disoriented, Sonny felt himself being lifted up and roughly dumped into the crate, resting on top of a thin layer of insulation material. It was barely large enough for him to lie in without hunching. He was unable to see, but his hearing was still keen enough to hear the lid being placed on top of the crate and nailed shut. Then, with an ominous lurching, the dolly wheeled forward.

“He in there?” a voice unfamiliar to Sonny asked.

“Yup,” Mombasa replied. “All wrapped up like a present for the boss. When you get there, he is to be delivered directly to Carlito. No one else. He said he wants to be the one who opens the crate personally.”

“I don’t envy this poor bastard,” the other voice said. Sonny felt a slight idle tapping against the lid of the crate. “I’ve seen that place. Hard labor and shitty food… makes Gitmo look like the Ritz Carlton. And it’s even worse when they get a BNDG agent to play with. No, sir. I don’t envy him at all.”

Sonny heard a chorus of cackles as the dolly moved again, going up the incline and into the bowels of the plane.

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Adamson stood in the prince’s bathroom suite watching his men swarming all around the place. They had dusted everything for fingerprints, but the only match they found was from a Mrs. Hildegarde Brubaker. A 98-year-old woman from Tallahassee who had inconveniently died three years ago. “They must have been using fake silicon fingerprints,” Adamson said to himself. The Borogravian ambassador and his chief of security were frothing at the mouth a few feet away.

“If they have harmed one hair on His Royal Highness’ head, there will be an international incident beyond anything you have ever imagined!” the ambassador shouted, his finger an inch from Adamson’s face. “You know how many of your moguls have their assets stored in Borogravian banks? If we apply sanctions and seize those assets, your entire economy will collapse!”

“Yeah yeah,” Adamson said, waving him away. The ambassador was exaggerating, of course, but that didn’t mean this situation wasn’t completely FUBAR’ed. The economic damage of Borogravian sanctions would be significant, but not catastrophic to that scale. Still, it wasn’t something he was anxious to let happen. “I understand your situation, ambassador, but we’re also missing an agent. One of our best. And there’s no blood or gunpowder residue here. Which means he’s probably still alive. If they’ve taken him, then you can be sure he’s going to be brought to where the prince is, as well. If the man behind this is the one I think it is, he’ll want to keep them both close. Agent DeLuca has been in scrapes like this before and he’s always come through in the end. Give me some time and he’ll come walking back through the door of the casino with the prince in tow. Bet on it.”

“For your sake, Agent Adamson,” the ambassador said, “I hope you are right. Officially, the prince will be on a sightseeing tour of the US. That’s the story for the papers. But if they contact us for a ransom, we will negotiate without your interference. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” Agent Adamson said. The ambassador stormed off in a huff. “Come on, Sonny. Wherever you are right now, we’re all counting on you.”

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“Did I play my part well?” the prince asked, sipping his champagne. His feet rested on the seat across from him, next to Carlito. He took a bite of his croissant after he spoke.

“Most exquisitely,” Carlito said. “I hope Chuy wasn’t too rough with you.”

“Not at all. I must admit, I was surprised that you would fulfill my request so quickly. Considering how hard it was to find and contact you, and how spirited the negotiations were, I thought there would be more of a delay. I knew CUFF was thorough, but I had hoped you’d have at least allowed me to have some fun at the tables before taking me.”

“My dearest apologies, Your Highness. But once we knew Agent DeLuca would be interfering, we had to escalate the timetable.”

“Yes, Agent DeLuca,” the prince said, a hungry smile forming on his lips. “He’s quite fetching. I wanted to ask you. Once this is over, might I keep him? He would make quite a showpiece for my harem. Collared and chained in my summer estate in the South Seas for my amusement. If it’s a matter of money, I could see to maybe doubling your cut of the ransom.”

“That is quite generous, Your Highness. But Agent DeLuca is a bit of a personal sticking point for me. We go way back and I would hate to just send him away to live out his days in the lap of luxury after all he’s done to me and my organization.”

“I find it odd that you would consider a life of sexual servitude as a house slave ‘the lap of luxury,’” the prince chuckled. “But there are worse fates, I suppose. Anyway, how about I triple your cut?”

“Now that is an alluring offer. I shall think it over. Perhaps, after I am done with him, I could let you take him off my hands. That is, provided that my own plans for him don’t pan out. We shall see.”

“I don’t like heavily used goods,” the prince scoffed, “But I would consider it for a valued business partner like yourself. But don’t take too long, Carlito. My parents will pay the ransom quickly to avoid the story getting picked up by the press. I know them. Did you know they’ve cut me off? Completely? Let me alone and destitute with just the clothes on my back. They said I’m too irresponsible to run the family business and I need to learn how the world works.”

Carlito raised an eyebrow at the prince’s idea of “destitute.”

“Truly heartbreaking, Your Highness.”

“They won’t miss the money, but it will set me up for quite some time. Allow me to do some investments of my own. Then I’ll teach them not to take me seriously.”

Carlito shot a quick look over at Chuy across the aisle and grinned, almost imperceptibly. The prince, who was pouring himself another drink, certainly didn’t see it. But Chuy understood the subtext completely.

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“Yes, Your Highness. A great many people will learn a great many things in the coming days.”

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Who would've guessed being good at your job could cause so many problems later down the line? As much as I love Sonny, there's something poetically satisfying about all the bad guys he defeated through his carrier stuffing him in an overly restricting package on top of that mummification.

Also, I can't believe Rupert betrayed my trust like this! :( Him being the spoiled brat I was expecting but trying to enslave a hot agent sent to protect him is going too far. No matter what Carlito plans for him, I'm sure he deserved it.

Great job as always with this chapter! I'm guessing we may see some of Sonny's colleagues sent by Adamson judging by the chapter title...
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DeeperThanRed wrote: 1 year ago Also, I can't believe Rupert betrayed my trust like this! :( Him being the spoiled brat I was expecting but trying to enslave a hot agent sent to protect him is going too far. No matter what Carlito plans for him, I'm sure he deserved it.
Well, to be fair, Sonny wasn't sent in to protect him. He was sent in to seduce him and get information. He decided to protect him because A) he doesn't want him falling into enemy hands and B) he's just a standup guy like that. And look where that got him!
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Oh no the Prince needs an attitude adjustment, and I feel he's about to get one.

And Sonny bound with so many layers!!! Hot. Revenge certainly is sweet.
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What a prick that prince is!!! :x :x

Great chapter, my friend! Love how the mercs detail how Sonny dealt with them, as they deliver their blows to him! Especially the merc left tied up in his underwear in the street only to be robbed by urchins!!! :D :D :D

And I really love Sonny's packaging! No one wants damaged goods on arrival!!! :twisted: :twisted: :twisted:

And Rupert must meet his nemesis for such overweening pride, although I can sympathize with his desire to have Sonny in his harem. 8-) 8-)
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I'm amused at how surprised eveyone is at the prince's nature. He is the corrupt ruler of a nation known for the shady dealings. But I'm sure CUFF has plans for him that the foolish monarch has no inkling of yet.

As for Sonny, I enjoyed how Carlito's men trussed him up go ship him off!
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CUFF is definitely not messing around with Sonny! I certainly hope that he can escape, though it seems very unlikely. Maybe he'll get the drop on the poor pilot and pull the ol' switchero. But even then, he doesn't have the best exit strategy options.

And my my my, mister prince. Someone has some plans brewing, even if I'm sure CUFF will further interfere. It seems unlikely that they'd be willing to let such an attractive asset go. He does paint a lovely picture of Agent Sonny chained in a luxurious mansion, waiting... Maybe that will be the Prince's own fate under Carlito's feet!
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Just love the way this story is panning out. Such an enjoyable read.
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This is getting more and more serious, like a real Bond story. Now we have not one, but two villains. :o
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CHAPTER 5 – Getting the Gang Back Together

It’s hard keeping track of time when you’re wrapped up like a sausage and nailed into a crate in the freezing cold cargo bay of an airplane. Sonny had managed to drift off to sleep for a while, but he didn’t know for how long. Even so, it was excruciating hours trapped in that box, jostling around when the plane hit turbulence, which was often. The crate was strapped down to avoid sliding around the hold, but Sonny had no such safety gear inside it. And he was very lucky that control of his bodily functions was part of his agent training or else Sonny would have been quite a mess when they finally landed after the 14-hour ride.

Sonny knew this was a crisis moment. When he was let out of the box he would be in unfamiliar territory and surrounded by hostiles. Not the time for heroics unless things came to a head and his hand was forced. Even if he did manage to break free and evade his captors, he had no idea where in the compound the prince would be kept, and he had no idea where the compound actually was. On the lucky chance he found the prince and they managed to get out together, they could be stuck wandering the wilderness aimlessly. That could make things far worse. When he got out of this box, he would have to bide his time. Be diligent and observant and try to glean as much information as he could. If things got desperate, he would have to try an early escape, but he’d deal with that eventuality if it came up.

As he laid there in mind-numbing isolation, Sonny tried to stimulate his digestive system. All BNDG agents swallowed a handcuff key before a mission in case of emergency, but it wasn’t a reliable out. It took a day or more to pass, and he hadn’t eaten much in the last 24 hours. And if the rations at their destination were what he was expecting, it would be a while before he could fill up enough to… you know. So it looked like he was out of luck for the time being. The key would be out of reach for at least another day. Crestfallen, Sonny waited for several more hours before he felt the change in air pressure that preceded their landing. And the landing wasn’t even close to smooth. “Must be a makeshift airstrip,” Sonny thought. “So we’re probably not in a city. Or in the mountains. Good. The Andes are brutal and I don’t have the gear for mountainclimbing. Maybe out in the pampas? Or somewhere in the Patagonian wilderness?” He started to devise strategies for either climate and topography, but didn’t get very far before the cargo doors opened and the ramp lowered to the ground with a jarring smash.

It was impossible for Sonny to tell the temperature when the crate was rolled out. It was absolutely freezing in the cargo hold and Sonny’s leather sack acted as insulation, trapping his precious body heat inside with him. His body temperature was so out of whack that he couldn’t tell how hot or cold it was outside. “Damn!” Sonny thought as he felt himself rumbling down the ramp and into some sort of building. “A key piece of data missed.” The conversations he heard as he passed were all in Argentine Spanish, but that didn’t come as a surprise. After several turns, turns back, and aimless halls meant to disorient him, Sonny finally felt the crate lifted off the dolly and placed on a concrete floor. Shortly after, he heard the sound of a crowbar prying the lid off.

“I trust he is healthy and in one piece?” Carlito’s voice lilted nearby.

“Just as you ordered,” Mombasa replied. “A little banged up and bruised, but we left alone the parts you said to leave alone.”

“Excellent,” Carlito replied. “There will be a fat bonus for you. And now, I wish to be alone with Chuy and the new prisoner. See that his cell is ready.” There was a clicking of booted heels and the sound of footsteps fading away. But it was only a brief respite. Chuy’s titanic hands reached in and hoisted Sonny up. He was so in the thrall of fatigue, hunger, and dehydration that he could barely squirm in response. Chuy steadied him and then Carlito gingerly removed the leather hood and untaped his gag, allowing Sonny to see and speak for the first time in almost a full day. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the caged fluorescent lights bearing down from the ceiling, but when his vision cleared, the first thing Sonny saw was Carlito, grinning in victory as he leaned against the wall and sipped a tall glass of water. Sonny’s cracked lips involuntarily pulsed as he saw Carlito taking a drink.

“Would you like some?” Carlito teased. “Of course you would. What man in your state wouldn’t? If you’re thirsty, all you have to do is ask…”

Sonny hesitated. He knew what kind of game Carlito was playing here. He didn’t want to, but he needed that water. In a cracked and dry voice, he coughed, “Can I have a drink, please?”

Carlito took another sip, draining the glass to half, his eyes fixed on Sonny. “That won’t do,” he sneered. “You must ask nicely, por favor.”

“May I please have a drink… sir?” Sonny said through gritted teeth.

“Ask and you shall receive,” Carlito said and brought the glass to Sonny’s lips. Sonny’s first urge was to gulp it down, but his agent training told him not to do that. It would only make him sick. He maintained his willpower and slowly drank the rest of the glass. “Good,” Carlito said as he put the empty glass on a nearby table. “There are several paths you can take to avoid the firing squad, but all of them require obedience and respect. Either to me or… well, we’ll leave that possibility for later. So it’s better to get those lessons out of the way early. Set you off on the right foot. Chuy, if you would be so kind as to help me remove Agent DeLuca’s restraints?”

Chuy raised an eyebrow and started to protest, but Carlito waved it off. “Don’t worry,” he said. “Sonny here is too weak and tired to fight. And even if he foolishly tried, you and I are more than sufficient to subdue him again ourselves. But he’s not going to try anything. Not now. He’s too smart for that. Aren’t you, mi hermoso?” Sonny just looked at the floor and nodded. He would pay Carlito back for this in spades later, but for now he was sore and numb all over and just wanted to get out of the restraints. He offered no complaint or resistance as Carlito and Chuy began to unstrap his leather sack and slide it off his body. Soon it was lying in a rumpled mass at his feet.

“They did good work!” Carlito mused as he took up a pair of scissors and handed a second to Chuy. “And followed all my orders perfectly!” Carlito flicked Sonny’s exposed steel cock cage with his index finger for emphasis. “That, mi amigo, belongs to me now. Everyone incarcerated here has one, as you will soon see. Keeping the prisoners aroused and frustrated makes them much easier to control. Keeps their minds off escape and revolt.” Sonny kept still as the scissors sliced through the tape that wrapped him from head to toe. Carlito wasn’t the type to “slip,” but he didn’t want to take any chances. When the tape was pulled from his flesh, he grunted in pain as hairs were torn from his legs, arms, and chest. But Carlito just chuckled. “Yes, that will happen with the more hirsute prisoners like you. Maybe we will have you shaved to make the process more bearable if we decide to repeat it in the future. We shall see.”

Putting the scissors down, Carlito began undoing the knots in the ropes that embraced Sonny’s body all around. Sonny felt his blood circulating normally again as the agonizingly tight cords were undone and slipped off his naked body. Deep red welts and indentations covered his flesh in their wake. When his chest was freed, he took a deep breath for the first time in god-knows-how-long. Finally, after a another protesting look from Chuy, Carlito cut away the cable ties binding Sonny’s wrists and ankles. There was a tense moment as Chuy released his grip and stepped back, letting Sonny shakily balance on his own. Sonny had to fight back the urge to dive at Carlito, fists flying, but he managed it. What Carlito said before was correct. He was too weak and fatigued to fight them. Chuy would have made mincemeat of him for certain.

Carlito paused as Sonny’s equilibrium returned, making sure his prisoner could maintain his balance before he continued. He held is nose mockingly. “Madon!” he said. “You stink! Well, being trapped in a leather sack with your own sweat for that long will do that to a man. For your benefit and ours, walk over there.” Carlito indicated a shower stall in the far corner. “Go there and face the wall. I will tell you when you can turn on the water.” Sonny slowly obeyed and waited, but when he got to the tiled alcove he looked around confused. There was no showerhead or spigot. Where was the water going to…? He was caught completely off guard when the firehose blast hit him in the back and nearly knocked him over.

Sonny turned around and tried to shield himself from the torrent of freezing water with his hands, but Carlito just moved the stream and inundated him from a different angle. He was hooting with laughter like a five-year-old as he did it, too. Even Chuy smiled as Sonny shouted and cursed, nobly trying to keep the blast of ice-cold water from knocking him down. Carlito let this go on for a minute or three, and then shut off the water. He struggled to fight back the laughter as he stowed the hose in its compartment in the wall. “That’s better,” he said. “Gets that animal stink off you. And let me say now that there will be no rooting around in your own filth in there.” Carlito indicated a set of double doors in the wall across. “The inmates are expected to maintain perfect cleanliness. Violations are severely punished. And you’d rather not find out what those punishments are.”

As the freezing water dripped off him, Sonny waited for further instructions, fighting down the rage building up inside him. Carlito instead tossed him a threadbare towel. “Can’t have you dripping water all over the clean floors,” he taunted. “Dry yourself off and then come here.” Sonny gritted his teeth and did as he was ordered. On the table by Carlito was a set of folded orange clothes. “I’ve read your file,” Carlito said. “You’ve been to County more than enough times to know the drill. Get dressed!” After a moment’s hesitation, Sonny took up the orange scrubs and dressed himself. It was the first time he wore clothes since he left the gaming room with… the prince… more than a day ago. Sonny’s uniform was just a top, bottom, socks, and a pair of blue running shoes. No undergarments. Stenciled on the back of the scrubs top and down the left leg of the pants was “Prisoner 65403.” It was the address number of the hotel where he and Carlito first crossed paths.

“I am glad you recognize it,” Carlito said, seeing Sonny’s reaction to the number. “We will have plenty of time to talk about that. You have the rest of your life, actually!” Carlito chuckled again as he advanced towards Sonny with transport restraints. “And how long that is will be solely up to my discretion, contingent on your obedient behavior.” Sonny, sensing the unspoken request, compliantly held out his wrists and waited for Carlito to apply the handcuffs. He looked down and saw Chuy cinching a wide transport belt around his waist and buckling it behind him. Carlito pushed Sonny’s cuffed wrists down and secured the handcuff chain to a D-ring on the front of the belt before bending down and applying the hobbling leg shackles to Sonny’s ankles. “Must bring back memories of your old criminal days, eh?” Carlito teased. He handed Sonny a barely-held-together flat pillow and a clear plastic bag with toiletries inside. Sonny took them in his cuffed hands and held them over his waist in the proper way.

“And now he is ready to meet the family!” Carlito said, walking past Sonny and opening the double doors. “This way please.” Chuy shoved Sonny from behind and he slowly trudged through the doors.

A short trip through a subhallway and a guarded security room later, Sonny found himself in a huge, three-story open common area. Everything was immaculate. White walls, tiled floor, polished metal fixtures and railings. Barred cells lined the balconies on the upper two floors, all with their doors open. A raised circular platform with an incredibly sophisticated computer system and monitors was dead center on the main floor. The platform was about eight feet tall with smooth sides that sloped slightly out, and sharp spikes along the top edge. There didn’t seem to be any way to get up there from the main area. The ediface was surrounded by a metal barrier fence that gave off the telltale hum of electricity. “So don’t touch that,” Sonny thought. “Gotcha.” Tables and chairs, couches, and other amenities were sprinkled here and there, and several doors along the edge of the first floor led off into side rooms, but he couldn’t tell where.

Men of all descriptions milled around, all dressed in orange scrubs like Sonny was. Most were unfettered, but a large number wore leg shackles and had their hands cuffed in front, although not tethered to a belt like his was. Being uncuffed must have been a reward that needed to be earned, Sonny thought. Each of the inmates wore an anklet with a small black box on the side. One that flashed a small LED light at regular intervals. And everyone was eyeing him up and down. No one dared approach with Carlito and Chuy present, but they pointed and whispered to each other with great interest. Sonny scanned the crowd for a moment, but Chuy pushed him along before he could get a good fix on anyone. “Wait?” he thought as he was thrust forward by Chuy’s meaty hand, “That one looks familiar… could it be…?” But he wasn’t able to get a better look before he was shoved up the stairs to the second floor.

A short walk from the staircase led to an open cell door. When the group paused outside it, Sonny got the message and strode inside. It was tiny. About 7’x10’ with an uncomfortable-looking cot and steel sink and toilet, but nothing else. “Put your things on the bed and stand in the center,” Carlito said, fishing something from his pocket. Sonny waited while Carlito bent down and locked the anklet around his leg. The light changed from solid red to flashing green. “So we can monitor your position at all times,” Carlito said. “If you take one step out of the permitted areas, we will know. Now, have a seat.”

When Sonny sat down on the cot, Carlito turned and went back into the hallway. “You will be confined here for a while,” Carlito said. “No need to socialize you too quickly. We’ll ease you into that. And your fellow inmates are a mixed bunch. Some are captured enemy agents, yes, but most are not white hats. Criminals and thugs who have crossed us also end up here. A new arrival can never quite tell who is who, no? And we offer great incentives for prisoners to inform on any talk of escape or revolt. Very great incentives. So consider that before you confide in someone. Ha ha ha.” And the cell door slid closed with a clank.

Feeding was several hours later, if you could call it that. Sonny’s tray consisted only of a thick protein shake and a cup of vitamins. Nothing solid. “They must be aware of the swallowed key,” he thought. It wasn’t easy feeding himself with his hands still shackled to his waist, but he managed. He saw the flashing of the camera in the upper corner of the room and got the idea that Carlito was watching on the monitor. “Laugh it up now, asshole,” Sonny thought as he downed his vitamins. “I’ll pay you back for this.” When he was finished, the guards tapped on his cell bars with cattle prods.

“Hey, puto!” Sonny heard. “Get your ass up. It’s time for your medical.” Still shackled, Sonny waited as the cell doors opened and he was whisked away to the first floor, towards one of the side doors he saw when he was brought in. As he walked, he kept his head high and looked straight forward to give an air of aloof toughness. Had to show off in front of the other inmates or he would become a target. But something out of the corner of his eye made him turn his head. Seated at a table in the crowd were four conspicuous prisoners. Definitely not locals. Three kept their heads down, pretending to ignore the procession coming across the common area, but one looked at him for a brief second. He raised his hand and made a quick signal that Sonny recognized from his agent training. It was a sort-of reverse distress code. If a BNDG agent saw it, he knew the person giving it was a friend and ally. As Sonny looked over, the man turned his face away, but he did manage to get a fleeting look.

“Holy shit!” he gasped to himself as he was shoved through the doors. “Williams!”

The medical room was sterile and ominous. Sonny’s cuffed hands were released from his waist belt, and that was removed before was forcibly seated into an examination chair and strapped down. His hands were pulled up over his head and secured in cuffs attacked to the headrest, and his feet were confined in cuffs at the footrest. It might have been fairly comfortable if he wasn’t so exposed and vulnerable. A masked doctor of dubious licensing flitted over from the far end of the room and began to check Sonny’s vitals, his reflexes, look in his mouth and eyes, the whole nine. A portable X-Ray device was waved slowly over his body from head to toe. And the doctor’s hands were always probing. Touching, feeling. Sonny had been examined by doctors all over the world, and he knew that he was being felt up for more than just medical reasons. But there wasn’t much he could do about it other than add another name to his growing vengeance list. With his hands and feet restrained, he couldn’t prevent the doctor from lifting his shirt up and getting a hungry eyeful of his abs. Or from pulling down his pants and making snide comments about his caged member.

The doctor took Sonny’s balls, held apart from his body by the cock cage but otherwise unfettered, and gave a groping squeeze. “Lemme guess,” Sonny spat. “Checking for hernias?” He got a sock in the jaw from a guard for speaking out of turn.

“You’re new, so I’ll let that slide,” the doctor said. “The penalty for speaking to a staff member when not directly addressed is a 24-hour gag.” Sonny shook off the blow, but decided it was wiser to remain silent. He wanted to check out the four men at the table, and he’d get nowhere with his mouth sealed. The doctor walked back over to the exam table and reached his hand down and under Sonny’s hips. He felt the latex-gloved finder inching its way towards his ass. “I would like to do a full prostate screening at some point,” the doctor chuckled, “but sadly that is not on the schedule for today. We will have to find some time later for me to… fit it in.” Sonny snarled, but a crackle from his guards’ cattle prods settled him down quickly. He was relieved to see the guard removing his hands from the headrest as the doctor jotted notes onto a pad, but that was short-lived when the doctor handed him a cup with a foul-smelling red liquid in it.

“Drink,” the doctor said.

“Not until I know what his shit is,” Sonny said, turning his head away. His hands were still shackled together, and with the guards looming nearby, that was all he could do.

“Do you think we went to all this trouble just to poison you now?” the doctor said, with a heavy tone of annoyance. “Either you drink it willingly or I’ll have the guard force you to drink it. Your choice.” Faced with a choice like that, Sonny knew he had no option. No, they wouldn’t poison him, he thought, but they might drug him. To keep him docile and groggy. But there was nothing he could do about that now. He took the cup and gulped it down.

The concoction tasted as bad as it smelled. After he downed it, he waited for a moment, and then immediately felt its effects. He didn’t feel his head clouding like he expected. Instead, his gut twisted and groaned as his intestines went into overdrive. He felt a terrible cramping and fantastic pressure in his abdomen. The doctor just grinned and pointed to a side room off the lab as the guards hurriedly released Sonny’s ankle cuffs from the footrest. “In there,” is all he said.

Sonny managed to hobble it to the bowl a split second before disaster struck. As he evacuated, he felt an enormous relief, but he got a cold chill as he heard the tiny “clink” from the bottom of the metal basin. As soon as he heard it, the guards ripped him from the toilet and dragged him back into the lab. The doctor passed them and went in to the bathroom, peering into the bowl. “Got it,” he said. “It’s here. You can release him into the common area now. We have what we needed.”

The handcuff key. “Fuck!” Sonny thought. The X-Ray must have detected it. Not surprising. They probably knew it was there, anyway. Well, that was one escape plan foiled. But as he was led out into the common area and his pants were pulled back up, Sonny thought to himself “They found one. But not the other. There’s still hope. But first, let’s see who was throwing me signs before.” Sonny, keeping up his tough-guy walk even though he was still cuffed and shackled, waded through the tables and chairs over to where the mystery man was seated with his three friends.

The group at the table was purposely trying to keep a low profile. They were huddled together with their heads down, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Sonny was unable to see any faces as he passed, but noticed none were cuffed like him as he took a seat at the table next to theirs. He could see surreptitious glances in his direction, but the faces were still obscured. “If they’re sending signals,” Sonny thought, “I’d better do the same.” Cautiously, in case this was a planned setup by Carlito, Sonny stretched lifted his arms as best he could and cracked his neck. As he put his hands down on the table, his fingers flashed the signal for “message received.” One of the four figures subtly nodded.

A few minutes later, after enough time passed to not arouse suspicion, the signaler got up from his table and grabbed a deck of cards. He walked over to Sonny’s table and sat down across. “New arrival, huh?” he said in a thick Boston accent. “Feel like a game?” Sonny looked up and nodded. When he made eye contact with his visitor, it was only due to his training that he managed to hide his shock. Sitting in front of him was one of his old mentors at the BNDG training center! A man who had helped turn him from petty street thug into a bona fide agent. A former Army sergeant who joined BNDG after he retired from the service. The best hand-to-hand fighter Sonny had ever seen. Williams.

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Williams delt the cards and the two began to play a nondescript game. Cards were placed on the table with no discernable pattern, but that was just a smokescreen to hide their conversation. There was no point in pretending they didn’t know each other. The files CUFF undoubtedly had on them would have made their connection common knowledge. They made idle “how have you been?” small talk, but hidden in their words were codes and signals to communicate their real thoughts. It was a secret language taught by BNDG for use in situations where direct conversation was impossible. Situations like this.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sonny gestured. “They told us you were killed in action in Barcelona. I went to your funeral.”

“Our mission to stop CUFF was successful, but we encountered resistance on the way to extraction,” Williams signaled. “Ambushed by enemy agents in the slums. I stayed behind to cover my team and give them time to escape, but I was overwhelmed and brought down. CUFF sent some falsified pictures of my body to BNDG and shipped me off here. The agency had to know I was still alive, but officially they had to declare me dead.”

“That was over a year ago!” Sonny signled in shock. “Have you been here that long?”

“Yup,” Williams signaled back. “The others trickled in over the next few months and we banded together for protection. A lot of the inmates here are cartel men and they have no love for BNDG. And the brass encourages them. Sometimes, at night, the cock cages on certain prisoners remotely deactivate and certain new arrivals’ cell doors get ‘accidentally’ unlocked. When they came for me, I managed to fight them off. And earned a week in the hole for my troubles. Same with the others. Glad to know they retained my combat training.”

Sonny glanced over and got a look at the three other BNDG agents at the nearby table. He recognized all of them from their pictures and dossiers. He remembered when BNDG announced they were each killed in the line of duty. But apparently that wasn’t the case. Malik, the demolitions expert. Pahn, the expert marksman. And Rhett, the infiltrator. All apparently captured by CUFF and sent here while the rest of the world thought them dead.

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“So now that we’re all together,” Sonny signaled, “what now?”

“I’ve been working on a plan,” Williams gestured. “There’s apparently a VIP being held somewhere in the building and security down here is less because they’ve been reassigned to guard him. So we’ve been looking for an opportunity. I saw you get taken to medical, so I assume they found your key?”

“They found one,” Sonny answered. “After the Kinshasa debacle I started stashing a second one in case they find the first. It’s in a false compartment in my left leg.” Sonny explained that he took some shrapnel in the leg during a mission in Tashkent and that he had BNDG add a secret stash spot in his flesh when they sewed him back up. “The skin over it is fake. All I need is to puncture it and I can get the key.”

“Excellent,” Williams gestued, proud of Sonny’s forethought and ingenuity. “And I thought you were just a meathead bruiser in my classes. That will be very useful for when we strike. Rhett has been analyzing the guards’ movements and we should have an opening we can exploit in two days if their patterns hold.”

“What about the VIP?” Sonny asked. “He has intel that we can’t let CUFF get to. If we’re going to bust out, we’ve got to get him, too. If not rescue, then…”

“That’ll be risky,” Williams signaled, rubbing his chin as if he was thinking about his next card play. “But if that’s your mission, I understand. We know very little about the compound beyond this wing, but from what we have gathered, there’s another area for high-profile prisoners. Those that are slated for ransom or transfer instead of permanent incarceration. We’d need to find out how to get there, though.”

Sonny looked over at the command terminal in the center of the room and the guard who sat there, observing the inmates. “There has to be information on that computer. Schematics of the compound.”

“Most likely,” Willaims replied. “But how do we get up there? There’s an electrified fence around it and the guards’ access passage is under the floor and only accessible from the guard room. And there’s always someone up there. Always. There’s no way to get there without ten armed men swarming you.”

Sonny looked around the room, judging angles and looking for vantage points. He saw the lone guard at the terminal scanning the room and checking the feed at regular intervals. Suddenly, an idea sprang into his mind. “Leave that to me. But I’ll need a distraction. Can you four handle that?”

Williams shot some signals to the three BNDG agents nearby, who all responded affirmatives.

“Great,” Sonny grestured. “Give me five minutes and then cause a scene. Make sure all attention is focused away from the terminal.”

“Will do,” Williams answered. He smashed his cards down in mock defeat and began to reassemble the deck as Sonny got up and headed for the second-floor cells. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

COMING SOON: Chapter 6 – Jailbreak
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A part of me wants Sonny and the other BNDG guys to succeed, another hopes for the detention to last a little longer 8-) And I'm sure after this chapter there will be lots of applications to be guards at his facility or volunteer detainees :lol:
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It's a sorry state that Sonny and his friends are in but at least the super agent is no longer by himself. Though, with how ridiculously throughout their captors are, I don't know if his addition alone will help them to escape.

This chapter had a lot of nice prison moments are while I was expecting this part to be more James Bond-y, I'm definitely not complaining about this direction. ;)
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Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but... I'm like 90% sure that Carlito has gotten to these other BNDG Agents. They've been here for months/years. Who knows what sort of training they've undergone. Carlito warned Sonny not to trust anyone, then immediately put that theory to the test by letting him interact with a tableful of fellow agents. It's just too convenient. I sense a double cross by at least one of them, foiling Sonny's escape attempts.

Also, it's a shame we didn't get to see Sonny in that 24-hour gag... yet...
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gag1195 wrote: 1 year ago Perhaps I'm just paranoid, but... I'm like 90% sure that Carlito has gotten to these other BNDG Agents. They've been here for months/years. Who knows what sort of training they've undergone. Carlito warned Sonny not to trust anyone, then immediately put that theory to the test by letting him interact with a tableful of fellow agents. It's just too convenient. I sense a double cross by at least one of them, foiling Sonny's escape attempts.

Also, it's a shame we didn't get to see Sonny in that 24-hour gag... yet...
My guess here is that Williams, being the most senior, is the only one with Carlito. Y'know, give the BNDG agents some false hope a mentor will help them escape. Still, I do hope we get to see that silver fox in a gag and restraints! ;)
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Damn...what a great chapter. I love the attention to detail from Sonny in the cargo hold to his encounter with Carlito and Chuy (something tells me Chuy will exact a punishment on Sonny) through the examination with the lascivious doctor to Sonny's reunion with Williams and the other BNDC agents.

Sonny has made a near-fatal mistake, though. He's revealed a great deal to Williams, after Carlito told him about the incentives dangled before the prisoners. All may not be (and probably isn't) what it seems.

Carlito may have incentivized one or more of the captured BNDG agents.

Thanks, [mention]wataru14[/mention]! I eagerly await the next chapter.
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Thanks [mention]wataru14[/mention]. I have goosebumps thinking of what will happen to Sonny. Will he really be able to escape, or it's just an attempt to get his hope crushed? I hope he can escape only to be captured again. That'll be fun. :lol: :lol:
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A little ahead of schedule, but I won't be able to write much over Christmas. So here's the next installment a few days early!


Chapter 6 – Jailbreak

Sonny made his way back to the stairs as nonchalantly and inconspicuously as possible. Several inmates pointed at him and whispered, but no one made any sort of move. Perhaps they knew that he was a ‘personal favorite’ of Carlito’s and he was declared off-limits. “Not likely,” Sonny thought as he made his way up as best he could with his hobbles still attached. A more probable explanation was that Carlito said it was open season on him and they were waiting for an opportune moment. Then Carlito could come in for the save and expect a show of “gratitude.” And he certainly wasn’t going to let THAT happen.

The second level was deserted, as the inmates were all down milling around in the common area. Sonny made his way to a railing on the second story and looked out into the cellblock. Williams and the others had moved to where the main throng of inmates were. They waited for a moment, then Williams looked up and caught Sonny’s eye. Sonny nodded. Williams went over to an inmate near him and whispered something in his ear. Sonny couldn’t tell what it was, but it was certainly enough to throw the man into a violent rage. He pushed through the crowd and punched another inmate square in the face. The two hit the floor in a whirl of punches and kicks. Williams and the BNDG agents backed away to safety as a crowd gathered around the fighters.

From the guard tower below, the lone watchman stood up and ran to the edge of the railing. He started shouting at the two combatants, but his admonitions were drowned out by the ring of cheering inmates taking bets. He was looking away from Sonny… It was now or never. Sonny hopped up onto the railing and, wishing on a star for luck, leapt out into the abyss. It was only his strenuous physical training at BNDG that allowed him to control his jump enough to clear the gap and reach the tower. He landed silently behind the shouting guard. Or at least silently enough to not be noticed. With lightning speed, he grabbed the man from behind and smashed his head into the steel rail. The guard slumped over, knocked completely out. Sonny gently slid him down to the floor, untying his shoelaces to give a plausible reason for the man to have “fallen” when he woke up later.

Sonny quickly accessed the terminal. He had little time to work before more guards came in and restrained the fighters. He had to be done by then! Working like a blur, Sonny brought up the prison schematics and scanned them using his honed agent awareness. “There’s the prison area… access hall… maintenance hall… elevator… THERE!” Sonny snapped his attention to a hall on the fourth floor that contained luxurious suites. It had only one way in or out. “That must be where they’re holding the prince!” Sonny thought. “But that’s also probably where Carlito stays. That would complicate things. A lot…”

The double doors leading to the cellblock flew open and several armed guards poured in. Williams and the other non-fighting inmates backed up, turned around, and interlocked their fingers behind their heads. A ready position to show the guards they were being compliant. As the guards descended on the fighters, Sonny hopped up on the countertop and leapt again, this time away from the doors. He would land completely blocked by the tower and could pretend that he had hidden back here to avoid the fight if anyone noticed him. The perfect cover. As he jumped, though, his leg barely cleared the razor wire on top of the electric fence and a small scrap of his pants leg was torn off. When he landed, he turned and saw it hanging from the wire. Small, but the bright orange color would be noticed in contrast to the start white-and-chrome of everything else. “Nothing to do about that now…” Sonny thought as he hid under a table.

When the shouting died down, the guards announced that the block was to be cleared and everyone was on lockdown for the rest of the day. An expected response to the fight, but an unwelcome one. He wouldn’t be able to confer with Williams or the others until tomorrow. Sonny popped out from under the table as the inmates started to file by and joined the line. He walked with an affected limp. It would make him look vulnerable, he knew, but a shuffling gait was the only way to minimize the chances of anyone noticing his torn pants leg. But he made it back into his cell without incident and sat down on the cot in relief as the barred door closed and locked behind him.

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The next morning, Sonny had arranged his shackles to make it look like his pants had gotten caught on them and torn. The guards seemed to buy this ruse and gave him two replacement pairs when they brought his meal. His restraints were removed so he could shower with the rest of his neighbors, but the handcuffs went back on right after. Thankfully, the leg hobbles were left off. Sonny wasn’t worried. He still had his stashed second key and could get free of the cuffs in seconds if he needed. During workout time, he found the BDNG group and joined them. Everyone knew who they all were, so there was no reason to pretend they didn’t know each other anymore. As he spotted for Williams during the older man’s weightlifting, Sonny relayed his findings in their secret code language.

“Have a lead on the VIP,” he signaled. “Luxury suites not far from here. The way there is risky, but it’s fairly close. Probably well-guarded. We’ll need weapons.”

“I saw the armory when I was brought in,” Rhett gestured, “but it’s on the far end of the compound. Completely out of the way. We’d risk capture getting there and doubly so on the way back. I’ve managed to make and stow some shivs, but that’s all we’ll have.”

“It’ll have to do,” Williams signaled.

“And we need to hurry,” Sonny signed. “The longer they have him the more likely Carlito will get the intel. We need to stop that from happening. We need to go today, if possible.”

“But what do we do when we’ve got him?” Pahn asked. “How do we get out of here and where even IS here?”

“We’ll have to wing it, I guess,” Sonny said. “We’re on a strict timetable. Not enough time for full intel, I’m afraid.”

“I hate going out blind, but we’ve got no choice,” Williams said. “Now here’s the plan…”

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Later that afternoon, once cleaning duties and afternoon exercise was done, Pahn walked up to two of the guards. “Excuse me, sirs,” he said in broken and halted Spanish. “Someone is very sick in the showers. I think he needs help right away.” The guards were unconcerned with the mystery prisoner’s health, but Carlito would be angry if the showers were dirtied. And Pahn was a model prisoner: quiet, unassuming, never caused trouble… He was one to be believed. After a quick conversation, they decided it was better to investigate than to risk angering Carlito. “I’ll take you to him,” Pahn said, hurrying towards the shower room of the cellblock.

When the group arrived, the room was thick with steam, cutting visibility down to nearly nothing. But a groaning and retching could be heard from the wall near the showerheads. Pahn stayed behind as the two guards cautiously approached the orange-clad figure barely visible through the steam and hunched over on the floor. “What’s going on in here?” one asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead. But the only answer he got was a quick mule kick in the gut from Williams, who sprang from the floor in an instant. Before either guard could grab his walkie and alert the others, Malik, Sonny, and Rhett emerged from the steam and grabbed them from behind. Sonny and Malik applied unbreakable sleeper holds while Rhett clamped his hands over the guard’s mouths and Pahn barred the door. With the condensation on the floor, the guards couldn’t get any traction to maintain their balance. Their boots were too slippery, something the barefoot prisoners attacking them had no problems with. In a matter of seconds, the guards were blissfully unconscious and lowered to the floor.

“Sonny,” Williams said. “You’re the newest so the guards would have the least chance of recognizing you. And Malik has the best chance of passing as a local at first glance. Get dressed!” Sonny and Malik silently stripped the two guards and donned their uniforms. Sonny’s was a tight fit, but with Rhett’s help he managed to arrange the uniform in the proper manner. Carlito made sure his guards’ uniforms were perfect at all times. While they dressed, Pahn and Williams took the discarded prisoner uniforms and tore them into long strips. They dragged the two naked guards over to a toilet stall and got to work. Using the orange fabric strips, they securely bound their captives’ hands behind their backs, followed by their ankles and knees. The cloth would slip less than rope would, but the knots would be bulkier and easier to pick apart. But that’s all they had to work with at the moment. More orage fabric was used to stuff their mouths to capacity, with another long strip bound around their jaws several times to keep the stuffing in place. Lastly, a wide piece was folded into a thick band and used to cover their eyes. Once properly restrained, they were placed back-to-back and tied together with the last of the frayed orange cords. Williams and Pahn slid them into a stall and closed the door, then Rhett jammed the latch from the outside.

“That oughtta hold ‘em for a while,” he said in his Cajun drawl as Sonny and Malik adjusted their uniforms. “You sure you know the way?” he asked Sonny. Sonny nodded as he replaced the handcuff key into the hidden socket in his calf. The cuffs that had previously bound his wrists were now in his hands in a ready position.

“Yeah,” he said. “Now we get you three done up and we can leave the cellblock.” Rhett, Williams, and Pahn nodded and turned around, placing their hands behind their backs. Sonny used his cuffs to restrain Pahn, while Malik used the cuffs from his duty belt to bind Rhett. The cuffs from Sonny’s belt holster were then applied to Williams. All the cuffs were closed just enough to look secure, but could be easily slipped when the time came. Malik shut off the water and opened the window to vent the steam.

“If water collects on the floor and creeps into the hall, someone will know something’s up,” he said. “We don’t want anyone looking in here until we’re long gone.” Sonny looked at the stall where the two sleeping guards were confined and nodded in agreement. He headed for the door, with Rhett, Pahn, and Williams falling into place behind him. Malik took the rear and the five exited back into the cellblock.

“Time to see if my deception skills are good enough,” Sonny thought as he led the group past the prisoners in the common area. Seeing inmates cuffed and being escorted around by guards was a common enough occurrence that no one paid them any mind as the group made their way to the main door. But the two guards at the exit stopped them as they tried to exit.

“Who are you and where are you taking the Americanos?” one asked.

“I’m new,” Sonny said in perfect Spanish. “Carlito just brought me in. We worked together in Brussels and he offered me a spot here.” He grabbed Rhett by the throat and lifted him up, slightly choking him. “This one stole some diamonds from me in Lisboa and I’ve been waiting to get some revenge on him ever since. But Chuy wants to get… personal with them first so we’re bringing them up.” Sonny released Rhett’s throat as the guards contemplated.

“What’s the tattoo on Chuy’s chest, eh?” the second guard asked suspiciously. Sonny smiled internally. He had tussled with Chuy enough times to know that!

“It’s a tribal pattern that goes all up his left side and down his arm,” Sonny said. “Right above his left pec is says ‘Rapa Nui.’ That’s where he’s from.”

The guards nodded. “Seems like you know Chuy very well,” the left guard said, opening the door. “Take these cabrones to him. But show me their hands on the way back. I wanna see how many fingers he takes. Ha ha ha!!!” Sonny and Malik laughed as they proceeded through the door. The three cuffed pretend prisoners put up a show of resisting, but Malik just shoved them forward. After they had cleared the cellblock and made it down the access hall, Sonny checked to see that they were alone.

“Looks like we made it,” Sonny said in French, just in case someone was nearby. “We should be able to get to the VIP area without an issue, but the wing itself will be guarded. We all need to be ready for action.” Sonny explained that there would be at least one guard at the entrance to the wing and possibly more inside. There would definitely be at least one at the Prince’s room, but he couldn’t know how many others there would be. “We need to be prepared for anything.”

The group made their way down the hall and around a corner to the elevator. They passed random prison staff here and there, but they didn’t make eye contact and kept focused. No one bothered them as they went, other than a few taunts and chuckles at the three pretend prisoners’ expense. As they moved into the elevator, a man in a suit tried to enter, but Sonny waved him off. “We’re taking these three to the boss,” he said. “Trust me, amigo, you want to take a different lift.” The man laughed and nodded as the doors closed.

Williams shifted his weight and squirmed slightly in his cuffs. He fiddled with the bracelets, making sure he could slip at least one of them when the need came. “Everything OK?” Sonny asked.

“Yeah,” Williams said. “Just testing. I should be good to go. You two the same?” Rhett and Pahn agreed.

“The prince’s room will be the second on the right,” Sonny said. “Carlito’s suite is at the end of the hall. I have no idea where he and Chuy will be. Hopefully they’re somewhere else and not in the wing today. I’ll collect the prince while you secure the hall. If they’re not around, it will be easy…”

“But if they are there it will be quite a complication,” Pahn said, stretching his shoulders as best he could with the cuffs on. “Williams can hold his own with Carlito, but none of us are a match for Chuy. Maybe not even together. Only you would have a chance against him.”

“I need to get the prince alone,” Sonny said. “He’s never seen any of you before and so many guys barging into his room will spook him. He’s not used to this kinda stuff and we need him calm if we’re going to get out of here. Plus, there’s no window and we don’t want to all be pinned down in a dead-end room.”

“Well, the quicker I can get a gun in my hand, the happier I’ll be,” Pahn said. Sonny was about to say something, but Pahn cut him off. “And I know BNDG’s policy. ‘No killing unless there is no other option.’ Trust me. I can control my shots better than anyone. I just don’t like being… naked. You know what I mean?”

The elevator reached the floor and chimed. Everyone got into character as the doors opened and the group entered the VIP wing. A lone guard stood at the closed door that was the entrance. “What is this?” he asked. “I wasn’t told of any prisoner transfers today. Who are you?”

Sonny paused for a moment, and then socked the man square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“What the fuck was that?” Williams said. “I thought we were being subtle!”

“This guy is kept in the loop,” Sonny said as he held the unconscious guard up and rifled through his duty belt. “Not like the jobbers at the prison block. If I tried to bluff him, he’d call for confirmation and we’d be sunk. I had to cut that off before it happened.”

“I guess,” Williams protested, “but I don’t like going off script this early. You know how I am.”

“That I do, Sergeant Hardass,” Sonny chuckled. He took the guard’s service pistol and stuffed it in the back of Pahn’s waistband where it could easily be reached. “But you’re not even the worst. The guy that replaced you after you… died… this guy Flannery… he’s a nightmare. He’s a Marine and he’s a real ballbuster.”

Williams chuckled as Sonny slipped a taser into his pocket. “I know him,” he said. “You poor bastards.” Sonny slipped Rhett and extendable baton and handed the downed guard to Malik.

“We can’t just leave him in the hall,” Sonny said. “Someone might come by and see him. Him not being there would be less conspicuous than him being cuffed on the floor.” Sonny used the cuffs from the guard’s duty belt to restrain his hands in case he woke up ahead of schedule. “Nothing to gag him with, so we’ll have to hope that he stays out until we’ve got things under control.” Malik hefted the guard over his shoulder. “Everyone ready?” Sonny asked. “OK, let’s rock and roll.”

When Sonny opened the door, the wing looked more like a luxury hotel than a prison compound. Expensive carpet, side tables with decorative tchotchkes, paintings on the wall… very swank. And all stolen from rich collectors around the world. Rhett’s mouth watered. From the terminal, Sonny knew that no one else was confined here other than the prince. But that didn’t mean the place would be unguarded. One armed man was stationed outside the prince’s room and two more were conversing a short way down. The door to Carlito’s office was closed. A good sign.

“What the?” one of the guards down the hall said when he saw the unconscious door sentry slung over Malik’s shoulder. “What happened to Diego? And who are you?”

Pahn immediately slipped his cuffs and grabbed the gun in his waistband. In a fluid, almost choreographed routine, Williams and Rhett did the same and grabbed their weapons. Malik dropped Diego and grabbed his own gun from the uniform holster. Pahn fired a shot that missed the guard at the prince’s room by a hair and struck the doorframe. The man dove away, just as Pahn planned, and took cover behind a table. With the door now unobstructed, Sonny dashed for it.

Pahn and Malik fired some covering shots, forcing the two other guards to run for cover. “We’ll handle things out here,” Malik said as Williams and Rhett charged down the hall and he and Pahn laid more cover fire. “You get the prince and get back here STAT!” Sonny nodded and slipped inside the door as Williams and Rhett engaged their foes in melee.

The door flew open after a swift kick from Sonny’s boot. He did a forward tumble roll into the room in case there were guards inside, alerted by the gunfire in the hall. Luckily, there were none. But there was also no prince. The TV was on, showing a popular Argentine telenovela, and there was a half-eaten plate of food and glass of wine on the coffee table, but no sign of any occupant. The room was not as palatial as the prince was undoubtedly used to, but it was still leagues ahead of the cell Sonny had been confined in. He stood up and swept the room. “Your Highness?” he called. No answer. “Dammit!” Sonny raced around the room, turning over furniture, until something caught his eye. It was a large wooden chest, like you’d see on a pirate ship. Common enough in living rooms for storing blankets, magazines, and DVD cases. But Sonny was sure this one contained something else.

Sonny flew over and slammed the lid up. Inside, curled into a ball and trying to be as quiet as possible, was the prince. He covered his face with his hands. “Leave me alone!” he shouted.

“Your Highness,” Sonny said, grabbing the prince and pulling his hands away. “I’m from BNDG. I’m here to rescue you!”

“You?” the panicked prince said after getting a good look at Sonny. “You’re… the man from the hotel! The one they took away when I was brought into the plane!”

“Yes,” Sonny said, hearing the sounds of fighting in the hallway outside. “I have a team and we’re making our escape. We need you to come with us!”

“I heard shooting so I hid in here,” the prince said. “I didn’t know what was happening!”

“That’s fine,” Sonny said. “Very smart. But now I need you to come with me. My men will keep us covered until we get out of the wing. Then we’ll get to the garage and commandeer a vehicle. I know where it is.”

The prince thought for a moment, obviously considering his chances and deciding whether to trust Sonny or not. He stood up. “All right,” he said, “let’s go.” Sonny helped the prince out of the chest and noticed that the sounds of combat outside had stopped. Williams and the others must have finished up out there and were waiting for him. “Looks like my guys have taken out the guards. Let’s hurry.” Sonny led the prince through the room, the young heir trailing very close behind him. He cautiously opened the door.

When Sonny stepped into the hall with the prince in tow, he got the shock of his life. Williams, Malik, Rhett, and Pahn were kneeling in the hallway, their hands behind their heads and fingers interlocked. Carlito stood behind them with a gun in his hand and Chuy stood just to his right. Two guards were unconscious and slumped against the wall while the third, battered and bruised, tried to revive them. It looks like Carlito and Chuy arrived in the nick of time. Sonny instinctively shielded the prince with his body.

“That will be quite enough of that!” Carlito said, cocking his gun and holding it to the back of Williams’ head. “A valiant effort. If you had another day to plan you might have gotten away with it. Unfortunately you didn’t memorize my schedule and struck when Chuy and I were both in my office. Such a racket you were making. If you didn’t get trigger happy, we may not even have noticed. Quite a pity, no?”

“Go!” Williams shouted. “Get the prince out of here! Don’t worry about us! Finish the mission!” Carlito kicked him face-first to the floor, his gun raising towards Sonny. Sonny’s mind switched to computation mode. If he grabbed the prince, he could roll out of the way of Carlito’s shot and make it to the door. The others would provide him interference enough to get away, that was certain. They were all pros. Carlito most likely wouldn’t be shooting to kill, anyway. Even if he miscalculated and was hit, it would just be a grazing wound and he would be able to fight his way through it. Sonny grabbed the prince’s hand and started to move, but as soon as his muscles tensed for action he collapsed to the floor in convulsions.

“That’s far enough, Agent DeLuca,” the prince said, holding up the stungun he had concealed in his pocket. As Sonny looked up, twitching, a team of armed guards poured into the hall. He felt two of them flip him onto his stomach and wrench his arms behind his back. His muscles were still spasming uncontrollably as he felt the sting of the plastic cable ties cutting into his wrists. He watched helplessly as his four companions were wrestled down and restrained as he was. When his ankles were secured in the loops of the heavy plastic ties, Sonny knew it was over. His muscle control finally returned as he watched the prince walk over to Carlito and the guards drag his friends to their feet.

“Good work, Your Highness,” Carlito said. “Very quick thinking.”

“What else could I do?” the prince said. “Can’t very well get rescued before the ransom is paid, can I?”

“WHAT?” Sonny thought. “Was this whole operation planned by the prince? Was it all a set-up???”

“Very true,” Carlito smiled, patting the prince on the back. “These BNDG agents almost prevented us both from becoming very rich. Now, men, take these four to the lower cells and secure them. Tightly. I will deal with them later. But first, I need to have a long talk with Agent DeLuca here.”

Sonny shouted and cursed as he watched his four companions being dragged, kicking and struggling, out of the hall by guards. The prince knelt down and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, old boy,” he said. “Nothing personal. It’s just that I need to stay here a little longer until my parents pay up. No reason to hand over the money if I’m not a prisoner, is there? I don’t want to see you hurt. Just the opposite, actually. So just do what Carlito says and you and your friends just might live through this.” He rubbed his hand down Sonny’s back and took a big squeeze of his ass cheeks. “Carlito, I know you are going to do what you are going to do, but please remember my offer.”

“I will, Your Majesty,” Carlito said with a courtly bow. “But your deal stated that I do get him first. And I intend to make the most of that time. Chuy? If you would.”

Chuy grabbed Sonny and hoisted him up, tossing him over his broad shoulders. “Take him to my private playroom,” Carlito said, “and see he is prepared for me. I will be along after my ransom call to the King and Queen is completed.” Sonny was helpless to resist as the massive Islander toted him down the hall and to the elevator. Chuy entered in a special access code and the elevator went down. The way Sonny was being carried, he couldn’t see what buttons were pressed, but he counted the strokes and memorized the faint tones the buttons made. The elevator descended below the floor that housed the cellblock, and a few more after that, before opening into a high-tech command center.

“This must be where the REAL compound is,” Sonny thought, taking in as much information as he could as he was carried along. Laboratories, armories, combat and arms training rooms, all of it full of top-secret stuff. “When I finally do get out of here,” Sonny thought, “I need to find a way to secure this place for BNDG. Or find some way to destroy it.” But he didn’t have time to formulate a plan as Chuy entered his secret access code into a control panel beside a lone door at the end of a hallway. The door slid open with a sinister pneumonic hiss as Sonny was carried inside.

The room was dark, and Sonny could tell by the lack of echoing that the walls were soundproofed. Not a good sign. Vague outlines of shelving lined all the walls, but he couldn’t see what was on the shelves. An even worse sign. The dim lights had a deep red tint, bathing everything in long, evil shadows. What Sonny could see through the darkness was a black steel cage about three feet square in one corner, some kind of operating table against the far wall, and a black X-frame in the center of the room. It was heavy and wooden, with thick leather padding covering all the surface area of the front side. Rusty metal manacles hung from each corner of the X. Sonny squirmed and fought as he was carried, but he was helpless to stop Chuy from bringing him ever closer to the black X.

Chuy said nothing as he unlocked Sonny’s cable ties and slammed him against the X-frame. He tried to slip free, but his ankles were still restrained, making him unable to get any balance. Chuy’s massive left hand smooshed his face and pinned him to the X-frame while his right grabbed Sonny’s frantically flailing left arm and brought it up towards the manacles. Sonny struck hard and fast at Chuy with his free hand, but it was like punching stone and had no effect on the silent giant. With an ominous clank, the steel manacle was locked around his wrist. His right wrist followed suit shortly after. With both his hands pinioned to the corners of the frame, Sonny was powerless to resist as Chuy uncuffed his ankles and secured them with the manacles on the bottom corners.

Sonny squirmed and attempted to slip the restraints when Chuy turned and went to a shelf nearby, but he was unable to do anything but rub his wrists raw. With a tiny smirk, Chuy slowly made his way towards the captive Sonny, a pair of scissors in his hand, glinting in the red light of the room…

Coming Soon: Part 7 – Black Hats, White Hats
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Sonny being betrayed by the Prince happened sooner than I had anticipated, but it was very well done! And of course, now he gets to spend more time with Carlito and his royal highness! And he's in the "real" compound now. So many new possibilities for our anguishing agent! Still don't fully trust Williams though...
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I look forward to when Sonny gets his revenge on all these guys, the Prince especially.

What could the scissors be used for 8-) Between Chuy, Carlito and the Prince, Sonny's going to be tormented for a while
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Damn, that was actually a pretty solid plan and they came so far. If only they had a little more intel and Sonny wasn't betrayed at the end, they could've won. Still, it's pretty impressive to watch super spies at work and I really enjoyed them blasting their way through the prison.

Now, let's just hope Chuy doesn't go hard on Sonny... too much.
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Not much time today for a long comment...But DAMN!!!

Carlito will make Sonny and the four others regret that attempted rescue!!

Cannot wait for that prince to be properly pinioned and punished!!!
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gag1195 wrote: 1 year ago Sonny being betrayed by the Prince happened sooner than I had anticipated, but it was very well done! And of course, now he gets to spend more time with Carlito and his royal highness! And he's in the "real" compound now. So many new possibilities for our anguishing agent! Still don't fully trust Williams though...
A complete agreement from me! Though a shame the prince's perfidy wasn't preemptively pondered. In any case, I look forward to seeing what dastardly things Carlito has in store for our hapless agent!
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