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Post The Facility [MxM]

Why hello there. You probably don't know me at all, but truth be told I don't know you either. Anyways I've been reading stories on Getdare for a long time, and I figured I'll try to make one of my own. This is purely fictional and male to male. I think that's about it, so, well, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Adversity

James was always a curious boy. Ever since he was a little boy, the little things that surrounded him always easily astonished him. They did not have much though. James and his parents lived in a small, barely noticeable house, easily concealed from the rest of the society by a couple of trees. However, that didn’t stop Derek from visiting James when he and his parents were moving in. Derek was just as curious as James was, but perchance more shy of the two. In fact, were it not for Derek’s mother, Derek would have never met James in the first place and the two would have never become such great friends. Either way, the two shared a camaraderie that was rarely present in their society.

The society was something of a mess in these lands. It had very strict curfews and especially harsh laws on the adolescents of the area. There was no jail for the young adults; instead, they were sent somewhere that was called “The Facility”. It was supposedly a correctional facility for the teenagers designed to “help them understand their errors” and “to shape them into law-abiding citizens”. James and Derek knew that it was all bullshit, and they understood that the place where they lived was morally corrupt. It was a dystopia in its prime.

Therefore, they made an oath. An oath to help all the starving and the poor people. Their town wasn’t big, but was separated into obvious “poor-and-rich” districts. Their job was to steal food and other materials from the “rich” districts and bring them back without being caught, which, in reality was frustratingly difficult to accomplish. Quite literally, the poor generation relied on these teenagers to provide for the elderly, the infants and even the adults, for there was almost no other jobs for them other than prostitution on the streets, for which the “rich” paid in hysterically small amounts.

It was difficult to lead such a life, to present yourself as a normal citizen during the day and a thief on the run in the night. There was only one school in town, so the “rich” and the “poor” mixed in the building. It was ubiquitous to make fun of the “poor” kids, often in such humiliating ways that the victim suffered a serious injury, never mind the mental shock that they had to endure afterwards.

“My Mom told me of a time when you would go to school, and everyone would be the same. No one was harassed, and everyone was friendly.” James said to Derek as they walking down the barren streets. “What do you think happened?”

“I doubt I would tell you even if I knew. I’m not even sure I want to know,” Derek said. He was looking a bit more worried than usual. Even though they were very professional in the art of thievery, they were still afraid of being caught. The odds were still against them.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m just worried about the new security he installed.”

“He” was their school principal, Mr. Sanders. A cruel and dishonest man, Mr. Sanders always had someone in his office to punish. There was never a time where you couldn’t hear the anguished sound of a pupil being viciously spanked by a paddle. James and Derek were frequent “visitors”, but for some time later in the school year he let them be. Miles, a “rich” friend of Derek and James, said that Mr. Sanders likes the fresh skin more.

“Don’t worry; we have the remote for the security system. God knows how Miles had to get it.”

“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t as harsh for him. He can still sit.” Derek was able to force out a small grin.

They were at the back entrance of the house, nicely concealed by the hedge fence surrounding the lot. Once they opened the door, they sneaked around the area, with James looking for the kitchen and Derek searching for the bedroom. They had each divided their jobs so they could get out of the house as efficiently as possible.

“Oh my….. James you have to see this.” Derek pointed to what looked like a shelf stuffed with VCR tapes. “Read the names.”

“Ronald Weedley: 11.24.20, Connor Brutfort: 11.25.20; these are tapes of the kids who were sent to Sanders for destruction of school property.”

“Here’s one with your name on it.” Derek waived the tape.
“I don’t think I wanna know what he was recording.” James said, a feeling of disgust and utter hatred boiling inside him. “Let’s just get out of here.”

They were walking down the stairs when they heard a very faint, high-pitched sound.

“Can you hear it?” James was moving toward the end table near the couch. On the edge was a small tracker the size of a dime, emitting the noise along with a soft red light.

“Shit, we triggered the alarm!” yelled Derek. They were making a run for it and behind them, the front door was bashed open. Men clad in what appeared to be blue-gray fatigues stormed into the room with guns. They made a beeline for the back door. Derek was already outside when he heard James yell out in pain. James felt a sharp pain in his right calf. He fell down but didn't notice any blood.

“Go!” was all James could manage to say before his mind went blank.

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Post Chapter 2: The Examination

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James woke to a sound of a whirling ceiling fan. He was in what looked like a sort of examination room. Most of the objects in this room were foreign to him besides the nondescript shower in the corner of the room. He looked at the array of tools that hung on the farther wall, studying their various shapes and sizes. He stood up from the rough wooden bench and realized he was only dressed in a white t-shirt that didn’t even come down to his thighs. It had zippers from the back to the sleeves and on the front were the numbers 363874 printed in huge font.

“Where the hell am I?” wondered James, looking for an exit, but there was none. In fact, he couldn't find any door at all. There weren’t any windows either. The whole place was painted in a bleak white color, and it reminded James something cold, unforgiving. Even the one lonely tube light was emitting a sinister shade of white. How the hell did I get here?

Then suddenly a light, ambient ding resonated across the whole room, the kind you would hear at a convenience store or supermarket. James knew that from the books he read about the past, when the stores were available to everyone.

*Ding… Detainee 363874, you are to follow these orders. Place your hands and your feet on the area provided.

Just like that, a red outline of hands and feet appeared on the wall and ground. James could have sworn they weren’t there before. Was he on drugs? He definitely felt better but for no reason whatsoever. Seeing no other possible option, James knew he had to comply. He matched the outlines with his feet and hands and realized he was in a very compromising position, but before he had a chance to react, he heard a soft sliding sound behind him, followed by the sound of multiple footsteps. James tried to figure out how many people were there but found it difficult to formulate such thoughts. The soft sliding sound echoed again, and the footsteps stopped.

“You may now slowly turn around, but do not cross the red line,” a stern voice dictated from behind him. Once again, James did as he was told and was once again bewildered by the red line that appeared out of nowhere. He looked around for a brief moment to notice that there were two guards and a man in a white doctor’s cloak.

“Hey, keep your head down!” the doctor yelled, yanking his head down. He looked to be about eighteen years of age. James had an urge to tackle him and run, but he knew he wouldn’t make it past the guards. Wait for the right moment his conscious told him. Just wait…

“Hands behind your back and don’t move,” the doctor blandly stated.

James could feel something clanking onto his wrists and ankles, but there was no one behind him. The wall itself was handcuffing his hands and his ankles!

“Stand over there,” the doctor pointed at a spot below the light. “We need to check your condition.”

“For what?” he asked, but he knew they wouldn’t tell him. He stood over the light, partially humiliated from his inability to walk normally. The guards were now aiming their guns right at him, and he felt the knot in his stomach tighten even harder. The doctor stood behind him and unzipped his t-shirt. James had not expected that, and started blushing immensely.

“Stay completely still. I am now going to check your body. One move and you die,” the doctor emphasized the last word with a certain succulence. He then proceeded to check the boy’s ears, nose, mouth, and bellybutton.

As if being naked in front of strangers wasn’t humiliating enough, the doctor went down and started pulling on the his testicles, stretching and twisting the skin in such ways that made James moan out in slight pain. Ignoring the cries of the boy, the doctor moved on to his penis, pulling the foreskin back and checking the urethra for any discrepancies.

“I won’t be able to see anything like that. You will need to make your penis erect in order to check if anything has been concealed in the urethra. I will unshackle you now, so do not move.”

James couldn’t believe what the doctor was saying. Masturbating…in front of them!?

As if reading his thoughts, the doctor said, “If you don’t comply, we have other ways of encouragement”, pointing over at a table which was full of syringes. I won’t let them get to me, he thought. When he was unshackled, the doctor stood back and stared directly at his genitals. “Hurry up,” was all he said.

Hesitant at first, James slowly grabbed his penis and started stroking. It only took him a couple seconds to get into it. He immediately forgot about his unwelcome audience and started to enjoy the feeling. At least for now, James was feeling good about his situation. However, the euphoria passed as quickly as it had come. The doctor smacked his hand away and ordered him to go into what looked like a metal closet. James walked over to it without much difficulty.

“I am now going to take an x-ray. Face the scanner.”

James did as he was told. The door closed behind him, and a dim red light turned on. He heard sounds of the machine working, scanning his whole body. For some reason James felt even more naked now.

“Good. Now we need an x-ray of your rectum. Turn your back to the scanner, bend over and stretch your buttocks,” the doctor’s muffled voice said with a certain lust. There was just enough room for James to complete the task. After another scan the door opened.

“Hold your hands out.”

Handcuffed again, James was savagely bent over. He tried to squirm away, but to no avail. He felt a small prick on his left buttcheek, and felt the now familiar sleepy feeling.
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Post Chapter 3: The Trial

First of all, I would like to thank you for all the feedback. It's always nice for an author to receive compliments and criticism alike .
On the other hand, here's the last introductory chapter of the story. After this I'll let my imagination go amok! Enjoy!


James never knew there was going to be a trial. The more time he spent in his temporary cell the less he knew what was going on. At some point in his confinement, he was given a drug that made him feel nothing, drained completely of any emotion whatsoever. He struggled away from the man with the syringe. After the shot, James didn’t care anymore. They came in some more times after that to give him more shots, and James, instead of fighting them, willingly shook his naked butt in front of them. He just couldn’t understand what was going on anymore, and more importantly, he didn’t care.

He woke up to the sound of his cell door opening. The doctor who examined James a couple of days ago, if not weeks, was now wearing a regular policeman outfit.
“Get up. Your trial begins in five minutes. Bend over.”

James obeyed without a second thought. Why am I doing everything he says?

The doctor applied the humbler to the boy, tightly cuffing his balls, and pointed at a cart outside the cell. James shuffled his way over there, once again completely embarrassed and helpless. Once on the cart, the “doctor” cuffed his wrists and ankles to the cart. James heard a pattern of sounds, presumably from somewhere behind him, and the cart started to move by itself. It drove at a blinding speed through a maze of corridors, which made it physically impossible to remember the way.

Eventually the cart stopped at what looked like a long corridor full of other people on carts. There seemed to be about fifteen people in front of him, each in the same predicament as James. Some even had something lodged in their anuses. James’s cart stopped right at the rear of another prisoner. He was literally inches away from his nice pair of testicles. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking about this? he thought. Were the drugs making him horny? James decided to look at the guy's face instead. The boy, no older than fifteen, was looking from side to side, trying to fully grasp the situation he was in. His eyes were bloodshot and a look of worry contorted his face. Then he turned his head back to give James a sideways glance, and before James could reply the kid’s cart zoomed off somewhere to the right. His cart then pulled up to the next person in line. He looked to the right to see wall just inches away. What sort of technology is this?

After about a half hour of being on all fours, the cart once again gained motion. This time it took James through huge rooms with nothing in them. In a blink of an eye, he was in a round and beautifully furnished courtroom. He was right in the middle, and all around him were rows of people in black suits. All of them had their eyes on him; the intimidation was suicidal. Nevertheless, despite the atmosphere in the room, James had only one question: where are his parents? Surely they would’ve come to save him, to vow for his innocence, but they weren’t here. In fact, not even Mr. Sanders was here. He couldn’t have missed a chance to punish a pupil, especially for breaking into his home?

Do they even know I’m being put to trial? Does anyone even know where I am? The questions flooded James’s brain. He started to feel…hysterical, but not he was feeling something! His senses were slowly regaining sharpness, and overall he felt stronger, but not strong enough to break out of his restrains. Wait for the moment, his conscious whispered. Just then, the person with an asinine face in front of him started speaking.

“Prisoner 363874, you are being accused of committing a crime, stated as follows: breaking into a home of the school principal and stealing these items…” the judge started listing off all the items, but something was wrong. The list was much bigger than the stuff that they and Derek stole, unless…

Unless Derek came back and took even more stuff! James couldn’t contain his happiness at the thought. However, his euphoria was cut short by the nasal voice of the judge.

“Does the suspect have any evidence as to counter these allegations?” the judge raised an eyebrow and looked at the boy with amusement.

“Of course not,” the judge answered himself and expulsed a putrid laugh from his fat mouth. “You are hereby sentenced to serve in the correctional facility for the mentally unsafe for an undetermined amount of time, effective immediately. Guards, please put a seal on the prisoner and escort him to his new home.”

One of the guards took a shiny metal object from a table in front of James, which looked like a big metal bullet. On the underside were the numbers 363874 in red print. James knew what he was going to do. He saw a couple of prisoners already “wearing” it. The guard dipped his fingers in a small can of clear liquid and walked behind the new prisoner. James closed his eyes as the cool substance was coated onto his rosebud, and then cringed as the fingers protruded inside of him. He then felt the even colder object trying to force his way inside him, and he let out a moan as his clenched hole gave way.

Another guard came up to James with a red marker and wrote his numbers on the right buttcheek, the sides of his torso and forehead. James now felt completely stripped of all dignity, and felt a feeling of …submission. The guard who was in charge of the buttplug tapped it two times, and James felt a liquid enter inside his intestines. The cart was once again on the move, this time back the way it came from. As the cart made its way outside, the last thing James remembered was seeing an enormous black building looming over the whole sky, big enough to consume the moonlight and the whole world around it.
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Post Chapter 4: The truth

Welcome back to the fourth installment of "The Facility." This chapter took a long time to write, mainly because I wanted to include as much detail as possible while simultaneously keeping it brief. It pretty hard to proofread, spell check and edit all at the same time, but that's enough whining for me. You didn't come here for whining, you came here for the story! So, without further ado, please enjoy!

“Hey, dude are you okay?”

“He can’t hear you. He’s unconscious.”

“It doesn’t look like he’s breathing.”

“Shawn, get some water. Jake, bring that mattress and pillow over here.”

James was slowly coming to, but he felt super dizzy and unbelievably weak. He could just barely feel someone pick up and gently place him on the mattress, which seemed to be the most comfortable thing in the world. He felt water drip down his throat. He opened his eyes with difficulty and he was able to make out a face with a sturdy chin before they fell shut again.

“Good, he’s breathing. Get me a pillowcase,” the boy with the sturdy chin ordered. The others scrambled to find one. Pillowcase in both hands, the boy gently placed it over James’s genitals. I don’t think you would like it if everyone would see you like this, he thought.

After what seemed like a good night’s sleep, James woke up, slowly pulling himself up. One of the boys looking after James helped him sit against the wall, and then quickly ran off to somewhere, most likely to alert someone. James tried to make out his surroundings, ignoring the pounding in his head. He was in a huge jail cell, about the size of a school cafeteria, with three white walls and bars for the fourth one. All over the place were boys around his age, some younger, some older, but all of them completely naked. Some were sitting down and chatting, while others were all alone, either with face in hands and isolated from everyone and everything. Feeling insecure, James checked under his pillowcase if he, well, still had anything down there. Sighing with relief, James tried to get up covering himself with the pillowcase. It was a whole new challenge just trying to get up – it seemed like everything was working against him, especially the damned pillowcase, which would slip off at any given moment. He was interrupted by a raspy voice.

“You should keep it on for as long as you can,” the boy with the raspy voice pointed at the pillowcase. “Eventually you’ll be just as naked as the rest of us.” He recognized the boy as the one with the sturdy chin. Well, he wasn’t exactly a boy, even though he looked more like an athlete than a bodybuilder. His body was built to run, from his strong legs to his broad shoulders and somewhat smaller hips. Even his penis seemed to compliment his body, hanging in front proudly. However, that wasn’t what had intimidated James. Instead it was the huge scar that went all the way from his neck and down to his waist. He didn’t want to find out how he got it, and yet, for some reason, it made James respect the guy more.

Nevertheless, he still felt threatened by the presence of the person and his two friends. He was used to being ganged up by the “rich” bullies in school, and this was no exception. I’m not going down without a fight.

James stood up by himself, swaying from side to side, but eventually stood upright. He still had enough fight in him to take down at least one of the guys for sure. The raspy-voiced guy saw the worry in his face, so he smiled.

“Don’t worry, we’re not going to fight you. We wouldn’t want a dead body stinking up the place. Anyways, my name’s Thomas,” he extended his hand further, and James shook it.

“What’s your name? Unless if you want to, we could prefer to call you by your number instead,” a grin similar to Derek’s appeared on Thomas’s face.

“James,” the reply was brief.

“Good. This is Mark,” he pointed to the boy on his left, “and this is Hal. You’ll get to know everyone else later. I’m pretty sure you have a shitload of questions, so I’ll get started,” as Thomas finished talking, the other boys turned around and walked off.

“Where am I?”

“Good question, but I’m afraid I don’t know. The others don’t either, so don’t bother asking. What we do know is that we’re in this place called “the box”. The box is where all the prisoners are being held. We’re currently on the first floor. The floors are sort of a ranking system, but I’ll talk about that later. Come with me.”

Thomas and James walked over to the bars. “Take a look for yourself,” Thomas said with a grim smile.

There were multiple jail cells all in a circle. In the middle was a plain round arena, and its floor looked like it was made of rubber. The jail cells were stacked up, forming a tall cylindrical building. As much as he tried, James couldn’t crane his neck enough to see the top. The arena and the jail cells were all brightly lit, but any light sources were absent from view.

“How big is this place?” James felt that familiar “small” feeling.

“I have no idea. I’ve never been to the top. My guess is it’s about fifty stories, if not more. All I know is that each jail cell is a group. We have to work together to get to the upper levels. They promised us that we would be set free once we get to the top.”

“Are we underground then?”

“Were you awake when they carted you over here? Did you see a huge building?”

“Yeah. It had huge towers, four in total.”

“Exactly. We’re in Tower 3 – which means there’s exactly 3 other towers that are just like this. These people love these kinds of games, making everything look exactly alike.”

“But how did we get here? I mean, there isn’t even a door here.”

“Surely you’ve seen their new technology, like the improved security systems and automated doors. This is where they make it. It gets distributed around the whole world.”

“What do you mean by “working as a team?” James was now frantically looking at the other teen, searching his face with his eyes for the answer. He was more determined than ever to break out of here, but he knew he would have to do it with someone. He needed to get back to his parents as soon as possible.

“They force us to…do things with each other in order to survive.” Thomas slowly shifted from one foot to the other, a feeling of unease clearly reflecting on his shapely face. “They pit us against each other, and the team that wins, gets to go to a higher floor. In other words, if you don’t fight – you die. It doesn’t happen often, but enough to leave you scarred for life,” the strong sound of Thomas’s voice was replaced by a small whisper but just only for a moment.

“That’s why we’ll never give up! We’ll fight till we’re all dead or free!” Thomas turned toward the other boys, who were already up on their feet, pounding on their chests, yelling and shouting. “From the gates of hell and back…!”

“For freedom we fight for!” came the reply in unison. Naked as they were, James quickly came to admire the will and spirit of the boys. They weren’t giving up, and it was enough to convince James that they had the skills to really escape this place. James felt energized and ready for battle, but James kept a clear head. Amongst the commotion, James walked up to Thomas; “How do we fight each other?”

But before he could answer, a loud siren had gone off. The whole place went dark for a brief moment and then lighted again, this time with a faint, evil shade of red. All of a sudden, the bars slowly started receding into the ground, and on the opposite side of the arena, the bars of the opposing jail cell were lowering as well.

“Looks like you’re gonna find out right now.” Thomas said into his ear. His tone of voice was deadly serious, and James realized that whatever was going to happen now was going to change his life forever.

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