**WARNING** This contains graphic descriptions of _s_e_x_ual intercourse, sadomasochistic activities, and torture between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are **not** of legal age, don't read it.
**REMARK** The stories in the Survival Canyon series are set in a futuristic world where the Government uses publicly shown torture of criminals as a means of control. If you have not read the initial story, 0. Backdrop, you may find a given episode disorienting.
Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 1997, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via Usenet and the Web in full.
A week had passed since landfall by my estimation. Each day was so like the previous, exact temperature, no rain, no clouds, warm dry sun. Cool nights. Full moons, night after night.
This could not be Earth.
My mind still felt shrouded in a haze. Like someone had erected a barricade in my mind to me.
The others didn't seem to be recalling any more, they accepted the names I had given them as if they belonged -- I knew for Brian it did, but throughout our time in the canyon, I think they all suffered from the same mental block that was afflicting me.
My judgment that a week had passed was mostly based on the fading welt and switch marks on Stephen's body. I estimated that would have to take at least 3 or 4 days on top of the three that I had clearly counted before the switching.
Since then things had been uneventful. The berries appeared to provide adequate nutrition and produced no solid wastes -- unusual and I would like to think impossible, but I can't remember. The sun did not burn our skin in spite of the boy's constant exposure, and my frequent exposure.
They had adjusted to nudity and the group pisses.
Problems loomed.
It was inevitable that after a few days with food, water, and no predators, dissent would emerge.
Patrick was the first.
He wanted to explore beyond the canyon and get away from me.
He announced this, he spoke for Rafael, who looked to the ground unwilling to commit to this charge but also not sure that he wanted to stay after what he saw me do to Stephen.
I took Patrick aside and sat him on the rock. He seemed unsure then whether to bolt, fight, what to do. So he sat. I joined Rafael on the floor, he seemed scared. I asked him if he wanted to leave to. Looking up at Patrick on the rock, he knew what would happen, "No," he said clearly to me.
I sent him off with Brian and Stephen to fetch wood and food.
Patrick moved as if to get up and join them, I put my body between him and the rest of them and sat him back on the rock.
Then I sat down next to him.
"Do you really want to get eaten by those beasts?"
"I don't want to be here."
"I don't think any of us want to be here."
"I want to go home."
"We all do."
"I want to get away from here."
"We are safe here."
He shook his head. Monsters would come, he needed to run away.
Patrick stayed on the rock terrified of the predators, but more terrified of me. He didn't bolt, he just sat scared.
After dinner, as the sun set I brought him over to the rest of the group.
I turned him about and bent him over and had him grab his ankles.
During the day, per my previous practice, I had cut some switches for later use.
I asked the other three what an appropriate punishment would be. Stephen spoke first.
"The switch, Dad."
The word "Dad" surprised me, my _c_o_c_k_ throbbed in my pants.
Rafael was next to concur, "He needs to stay here dad. Make him stay."
Dad again. I was protecting them.
It made some sense.
Brian concurred and provided the third and final vote for punishment.
"Stephen and I will help hold him dad."
Patrick pissed onto the ground in fear. Stephen smiled.
I lifted the first switch off the ground and began applying it to his buttocks violently.
The boys have never talked about their punishments with me after the fact. Aside from the first time I punished Stephen, all future punishments occurred after I put someone aside and the other three children concurred in the punishment. If multiple kids were involved, all those not involved voted.
It was terribly isolating and I made sure that their bodies suffered much more than their minds.
I knew how badly I hurt their bodies by the tenderness of their flesh and the marks on them for days afterwards.
No one ever complained though, no one dared.
His ample buttocks were already ablaze with red lines from the switch.
And he was yelping loudly in pain. I used one hand to keep him bent over and worked his ass until he collapsed on the ground crying in pain.
Brian and Stephen quickly approached and lifted him and forced him to stand and pulled his legs apart. Stephen knew how this felt and yet he helped, they all did when they weren't on the receiving end.
My switch brutalized his inner thighs, the back of his legs. Slowly painfully. Brian and Stephen held him in place as he screamed, nobody would help him.
His testicles and _c_o_c_k_ were the next targets.
He begged, but they held him tight.
10 strokes on each of those most sensitive body parts and then Brian and Stephen carried him over to the rock to stay for the night.
I took Rafael in my arms and kissed him paternally. We watched over the crying Patrick who could find no position to lay comfortably in. After a bit I let Rafael comfort him briefly, Rafael then came back to me and like I had with Brian a few nights earlier, I took him to me.
His beautiful hairy body was under me. He is thin and well proportioned his skin glistening and yet still dry. We kissed passionately. I felt his mind now. He had a lover. A lover at the landfall site. He didn't know. I wouldn't tell.
He was gay though and _s_e_x_ually experienced.
I sucked his _c_o_c_k_ while he reciprocated. We sixty-nined for hours in the moonlight. The light falling on our skin as we passionately sucked making love with our mouths and _c_o_c_k_s. Finally we let loose in each others mouths at the same moment. Then he fell asleep wrapped in my arms.
The sun shone down and we all awoke slowly. Patrick hadn't slept, and was in agony. I brought him over to us and holding him talked to him and told him we all loved him and that I was certain he could behave properly. He nodded and said he would.
We all pissed together into the river.
After a bit I realized that we could not be sure the weather would stay this good or that the food this plentiful, we needed to build a settlement.
I had not seen any predators on the far side of the canyon. It seemed safe.
Our peaceful start to the morning was interrupted though.
A human, male, came falling down the cliff and predators mobbed the beach eating it. The boys screamed in terror. I took us all to the forest island where the berries were and kept them back.
I drew my knives and we all watched in horror.
I couldn't recognize the male that they ate, but it meant that others had survived and weren't doing very well. My boys were safe. Patrick approached shaking and sore and kissed me. He thanked me for punishing him. And promised that he would behave.
The predators showed no interest in crossing the river. Possibly too deep or possibly they preferred not to enter water for some unknown reason. They also did not appear to be on the other side of the ridge, but I felt we were safer in the middle of the river. It was less likely that anything would cross and it provided us two escape routes.
I took the time now that I had some rest behind me to survey the forest island from which we were getting our food.
The two islands made like yin and yang to one another. The rocky one covered with sand and large boulders and rocks designed to capture the sun but also provide a crude circle or ring or protection. The largest stones were big enough -- and smooth enough -- to form a crude tanning bed. And they were arranged in a ring. The center of the ring was a sandy beach like composition that also got and stayed warm in the sun.
The other island was grassy and there were trees and bushes growing on it. The bushes provided berries and switches for discipline. The trees were tall and the branches seemed fairly high up, perhaps a shelter could be built from the branches and leaves? Or a shelter might be built in the tree tops?
Those decisions all suggested the need for tools and equipment.
The boys did not seem capable of this planning yet and so I decided that it would all have to fall on my shoulders. After studying the two islands further over a course of days, I decided that we were meant to stay on the rocky island and use the other forested island for supplies.
Also, I noticed that the berries that the birds wouldn't eat on the first day we laid them out had disappeared and only the 2 types of berries we were eating continued to grow.
I felt like a human rat in a lab experiment.
This world was designed to test us? To test me? To test something? To seek something? And we were the rats in the maze. But, was there an exit?
Patrick and Rafael began interacting more _s_e_x_ually with one another after the first few weeks by my estimation and life calmed down to a pleasant pace. Each day was boring and yet rewardingly safe. More slowly still, Brian and Stephen seemed to become more _s_e_x_ually active with one another also.
I meanwhile was crafting our first axe. I had sharpened a hard narrow stone and wedged it into a stiff twig and then tied it with reeds I allowed to dry in the sun. I didn't really expect it to work, and my expectations proved right, I needed stronger binding material to hold my stone blade to the shaft.
I experimented with the mud from the forest island, trying to make clay like pots with some limited success.
It appeared that my experiments would be doomed to failure for now; although, I continued trying.
Things had been going smoothly for a while. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this sick experiment we were trapped in to end, we had survived it should end, we should be able to go home.
I didn't know what the boys thought, they were calling me dad now regularly, even though I might have been younger than them by a year or so. I lusted after their naked bodies wanting each of them, but not wanting to hurt them. I wanted them to want me.
It didn't take much to sense the tension when I saw that all four of them had slept separately for the first time since our arrival and my sheparding of them into couples.
What was happening?
I looked around at their faces as they rose, they needed a change perhaps?
No answers seemed instant. They each went separately to piss into the stream.
Perhaps their memories had been aroused? Mine were still a fog.
Perhaps... a million questions, and 4 confused scared boys that trusted me.
One by one I went to them gently. I wrapped my arms around them and talked and listened. Mostly listened.
They were scared.
They wanted to go home.
I slowly reconnected each to their partner and eased them into the routine of the day. But this would just be temporary. They needed to find something rewarding here, I would give them projects.
But before that thought processes, a fight, Brian and Rafael were fighting with each other.
Fists were flying. I pushed Stephen and Patrick back and aside and then pulled Brian and Rafael apart by their ears.
Something else was at work here, perhaps there had been some seriptious _s_e_x_ across the couples I set up? Or too much testosterone?
Or just another test.
I plopped the two fighting boys on separate rocks facing away from each other.
I took Stephen and pulled him aside, the marks from his last punishment were gone now and I held him and talked to him asking what he knew about what was going on. I did the same with Patrick. Nothing.
Then I sat with each of the fighting boys looking for an answer. It wasn't a question of whether I would need to punish them, but if you only pull out the tops of weeds you will still have weeds. I needed to get rid of the roots.
Nudity. Nudity is scary, I've got clothing, and I assume since they did to it was probably the norm to have clothing where we came from. Actually I felt fairly certain of it.
Homo_s_e_x_uality is scarier. It represented even more carnal desires in our home world. I knew that from having had _s_e_x_ with Brian and Rafael separately.
I had somehow chosen a structure for them to live with and now perhaps that very structure was the problem.
Or perhaps the fact that they could live with this structure was the problem, they just needed more guidance. What to do.
I walked away from the problem to ponder it.
I went back to the forest island and selected two thick fallen pieces of wood as my starting point.
I came back to the rock island and turned the boys to face each other and then sat down with the two pieces of wood.
Painstakingly, I worked the bark off each piece and then began whittling them into shape with my knife. Gradually I smoothed the edges and rounded the tip out to the full handspan width. Then I created the grab point to remove the plug. I repeated the procedure with the other piece of wood.
Then after satisfying myself that each crudely crafted wood dildo was smooth enough that it would not itself wound the boys I looked up at them. Patrick and Stephen were sitting close by watching me, their eyes wide and their _c_o_c_k_'s stiff.
Brian and Rafael on the other hand looked struck with panic.
My crude dildos were when finished roughly a good sized man's foot in length and they went from two fingers wide at the tips to about a hand span wide towards the base. Then, the wood plug narrowed again so it could lodge itself stuck in a man's ass.
I took the first plug. and went to Brian and took him over to the river away from the other boys. I kissed him as he pissed in terror. I dipped the plug into the water. Softly he said, "Please Dad." I let the plug soak in the water briefly to lubricate it slightly and then bent Brian over. He started sobbing softly as I inserted the wood plug into him. It slid in slowly and with no small amount of whimpering, screaming, cursing, and a tremendous amount of pain. By the time I got it entirely inside him Brian was sobbing in pain from the discomfort. I pushed the plug past the opening so it would lodge itself inside him.
Slowly I let him stand up careful to allow the plug to adjust within him.
He cried like a baby now, bawling, begging me to remove it. I had no such intentions. And I slowly walked him back to the other boys allowing him to go at his own pace, experiencing the pain of a huge plug and inside him.
I made him turn around so the others could see the plug.
I called Rafael to come to me, he hesitated but decided that whatever that might gain would be made worse by me in the end and approached me. I asked him again what the problem was, Brian was still bawling from the pain of the plug filling his ass cavity so fully.
Rafael talked now. He though Brian had slept with Patrick.
**eyes roll**
I pulled the boy to me, there isn't any room for jealousy here. And offered him a choice, the dildo for a day or a thrashing with a switch. Brian was crying and pleading for the plug to come out so Rafael was caught in indecision, the pain of me whipping him with the switch like he had seen done to Stephen and Patrick or wearing a plug for a day.
He cried in my arms and pleaded with me not to punish him. I looked to Patrick and Stephen who both voiced the need for punishment. Neither of them seemed sure which would be the more severe punishment.
I waited patiently and when it became apparent that he was not planning to choose, I bent him over and began inserting the plug. The howls of pain from this well worn ass should give you a sense that this was quite a thick plug and its length added to the level of pain that was created. By the time it was inserted he was in tears and the two plugged boys were quite the bawling babies.
I put them on the same rock and forced them to face one another. Then, I took some my rope and lashed the _c_o_c_k_s of the two boys being punished together with but 3 inches of slack between the _c_o_c_k_s, this was going to be a long night for them. They continued crying and with their _c_o_c_k_s lashed together they would be unable to roll onto their stomachs to relieve the pressure of resting partially on their backs.
I also took the liberty of tying their hands together with the extra lengths of the rope. They wouldn't be going anywhere.
I went to Patrick and Stephen and kissed them both warmly. Patrick expressed horror that Rafael though he was sleeping with Brian. I reminded them they could have _s_e_x_ however they wanted. They took each other quickly and passionately on the ground. Patrick's tan well built body against Steve's paler and lankier body. They looked beautiful in the moonlight.
I stroked off watching my four boys, two making love, two crying in pain. I savored the moments and shot my load standing in the moonlight.
By the morning, Brian and Rafael had gotten no sleep and I untied their hands and _c_o_c_k_s.
I forced them to do their chores under my watchful eyes still in pain from walking with the plugs, the soreness from the stretching of their _f_u_c_k_holes may have worn off, but forcing them to bend and work with the plugs exacerbated the pain. I watched in pleasure as they cried and did their chores.
Finally, at the end of the day I stood them in front of the other boys and removed their plugs slowly to reduce the level of pain involved at that point. Patrick and Stephen came quickly and comforted their exhausted and sore partners.
I let them sleep. In the morning things seemed to return to normal for our little colony. We pissed together into the stream and afterwards both Brian and Rafael made a point of apologizing for the fist fight. I kissed them warmly and held them.