Why didn’t I stay in Peru, Jim thought to himself as he dropped his duffel bag on the carpeted floor of the hotel room, and then fell back on the bed, wincing as bare skin made contact with a scratchy comforter.

Groaning, Jim rolled over onto his stomach and stared at the plain cream-colored walls. His stomach decided at that point to interfere with his contemplation of the wall by growling insistently. Jim got up tiredly, leaving the room to go down to the restaurant.

He had plenty of money since resigning his commission from the Army after being rescued from the Peruvian jungles where he had spent eighteen months surviving as best he could. The lone survivor of a helicopter crash, Jim had been taken in by the local tribe, the Chopec. And gained these damned senses, Jim though angrily.

While rare, sentinels were well known in the modern world. Depending on what country they lived in however, some sentinels weren’t treated very well.

Once he was rescued, Jim hid his abilities until he could be discharged because while the US treated their sentinels rather well, being an Army sentinel rather sucked since they would keep him out of the field until he bonded with a guide, which usually took up to three years or more.

Having just gotten into Cascade WA Jim still hadn’t gone to Rainier and registered. As a civilian he wouldn’t be pressured into bonding with a guide, as long as he went through the training program. Once that was done, Jim could then apply to the police academy. His partners would have some training in dealing with sentinels but would not be guides.

As the restaurant, Jim ordered some bland oatmeal and coffee with cream since his sense of taste made everything else taste too strong.

He ate two bowls, then after paying the check, he went back to his hotel room and stripped the blankets and sheets off the bed and placed his well-worn sleeping bag on the mattress. After a shower, Jim crawled naked into his bag and slept.

The next day he took a cab to Rainier and went into the Sentinel Guide department. There he filled out what seemed hundreds of forms, and then took an evaluation test that measured his senses. By the time the tests were over, Jim had a horrible headache. They showed him into a dark room with a white noise generator where he could rest. They gave him a mild painkiller developed by Sentinel Pharmaceuticals specifically designed for sentinels.

He woke up a few hours later and met with the department head of Sentinel Guide Studies.

“Despite your abilities coming to you rather late, Mr. Ellison, you scored very high on the exam.” Dr. Stoddard said. “Very rare in cases such as yours.”

“Wonderful,” Jim said sarcastically.

Eli ignored the sarcasm, “Well I have you signed up for the training course. It’s an eight-week course as I am sure you know. We already have you in the sentinel registry, but I notice that you checked no on the question of a guide. A guide can help you use your senses fully.”

“No thanks, Doc. I don’t want a guide. I f I did I would have stayed in the army.” Jim told him rather forcefully.

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“Well that is your choice, Mr. Ellison. The training starts Monday. We should have a dorm room ready for you by Friday.” Eli continued.

It was Wednesday so Jim nodded and then shook Dr. Stoddard’s hand. With a copy of his file tucked under his arm, Jim left the campus taking the bus.

He never made it on Friday. By Monday Eli contacted the police who at first didn’t really look to hard into it. At least not until it became connected to a call about a missing hotel guest. When the room was searched they found the man’s belongings still in place, and overturned table, and lamp, a broken chair, and blood. Since the case was possibly related to two other alleged kidnappings, it was bumped up to Major Crimes. By then it was too late.

Jim groaned as he opened his eyes and blinked trying to make sense of what he saw. The last thing he remembered was walking into his hotel room on Thursday evening.

Gone were the creamed colored walls and in its place was steel mesh walls. Beyond the mesh was another wall of mesh and huddled figure of a young boy no older than thirteen.

It was at that moment that he remembered the three goons that had been waiting for him in the room, heartbeats hidden by a white noise generator. Sitting up hurriedly was mistake since it made his head swim. That and the taste on his tongue told Jim he had been drugged. Sitting back against the steel mesh wall behind him, Jim rubbed hi temples as he looked around.

He was in a steel mesh cage about six feet by eight feet and at least eight feet tall. He was sitting on a feather mattress with a sleeping bag. Looking beyond his own cage he saw the other cages similar to his own. Each was occupied by males and females ranging in ages from twelve to about eighteen. At twenty-eight, Jim was the oldest.

Their sentinels, Jim thought with despair. This is black market ring. At that thought fear filled his heart for himself and for the other prisoners. They were all there because they had one other thing in common besides being sentinels. They were unbonded. And Jim knew that wouldn’t last.

The kids were crying, huddled in their sleeping bags. Even the eighteen-year-old boy looked as if he had had a bout of tears.

Jim looked beyond the cages, and saw that they were in an abandoned building if the cobwebs were any indication. But the floors were clean, the mirrored walls, and the scents said the place had once been a gym. A hard faced woman dressed black fatigues stood at one end of the row of cages, a holstered pistol at her hip. At the other end was a man dressed in black fatigues similarly armed. They paid little to no attention to the crying children, effectively blocking the sound of tears proving they were hardened mercenaries. A door that led to an office opened and a man dressed in slacks and buttoned shirt walked out. He moved over to the area with the cages, and looked in each one without moving from the place he had stopped at beside the woman.

“The ship will be here in two days. Get Theresa to help you clean them up, except the oldest male. Have Charlie and Stefan do it. Then pass out the evening meal afterwards.” The man ordered. The woman nodded at the commands.

The man left to go back inside the office, while the woman went looking for Theresa. The two women took a child out of the cages and guided them through an open doorway to the shower area. It took fifteen minutes to clean the little girl up. They brought her back wearing clean pajamas, and placed her back into her cage. They then chose the twelve year old boy and took him. There were twelve children in all, and it took fifteen minutes for each of them. Each child came back wearing clean pajamas. Scent told Jim that neither one of the women were the least bit aroused by their job for which Jim was grateful. The scent did not changed even when the washed the eighteen year old boy. The boy however was thoroughly embarrassed.

The woman who was Theresa left presumably to get Charlie and Stefan, while the other woman went to get started on having the meal delivered.

Charlie and Stefan were two very dangerous looking men, who despite their training and confidence still cuffed Jim’s hands and feet before leading him to the showers.

In the shower room they removed his sweats and T-shirt and cuffed him to the shower, The water was very warm, and they were methodical in their scrubbing of Jim’s body. He was relieved to smell no sign of arousal from either of the men, even when they cleaned his genitals and between his ass cheeks.

After he was dried, Jim was dressed in a clean pair of black sweats and a black T-shirt, recuffed, and taken back to his cage. The few times he struggled, the men kicked his feet out from under him, and pushed him to the floor, using their combined weight to hold him there until he got the message. When his struggles ceased, they picked him back up easily and continued their job.

Their dinner consisted of a thick beef stew, bread, and a bottled water. When they were done eating, the trays were taken up, and the lights were dimmed for the night.

The next day were the same. Theresa handed out breakfast, cold cereal, toast and milk. They were given a bottle of water afterwards. The guards patrolled the area; the man from the office came by once in awhile to see how everything was proceeding. Jim noticed the man had files in his hands sometimes, and Jim once recognized the file he had received from Rainier. The man no doubt had files on every one of the sentinels he had stolen.

It was before dinner that they were bathed again and given fresh clothes. The kids still cried at night, sometimes during the day. Most of the time they seemed in shock, and were disinclined to speak.

The ship came the next day, and they men hauled the cages out one by one and placed them in a storage container. The kids cried even louder at being in the smaller darker space. A different man had charge of them. The man from the office handed over the files to the new man, who looked through them and nodded. The new man went by each cage comparing the photos to the captives, and nodded to himself. He frowned a few times when the crying became louder, and gave orders in a language that sounded like French. A woman came into the container with a sack. She had the keys to the cages, and opened each one, removing from the sack a teddy bear which she placed in each cage, even Jim’s.

Jim frowned at the teddy bear laying in his cage, but the bear seemed to work. At least the kids cried more softly hugging the stuffed animals too themselves. The eighteen year old looked at his teddy bear, glanced at Jim, then ignored the stuffed animal.

The new man and the woman left, closing the large steel door to the cargo container behind them leaving them in darkness broken only by small shafts of light through cracks.

The container was attacked to the crane and shook causing some of the children to scream in fear. The crane then lifted the crate and loaded into the hull of the ship. The closing of the hull doors echoed in the crate like the sealing of tomb.

The boat then exited the harbor, no one the wiser of the cargo it contained. Three days later the police and the FBI would find the empty abandoned gymnasium where trace evidence would tell them was the place the missing sentinels were held.

During feeding times a new set of guards brought them fish stew, oatmeal or baked fish, just barely opening the door of the cargo container. They were no longer bathed, but the men cleaned out the plastic containers that were used as toilets twice daily.

They spent three days in the container until finally on the fourth morning the ship rode into a port and anchored. The hull doors opened and a crane lifted the cargo container out of the ship and placed it on the dock.

The guards then opened the door and carried each cage out of the container.

The heat and humidity along with the surrounding city and jungle beyond told Jim they were in South America. Most of the countries rife with freedom fighters, smugglers, bandits and drug dealers did not have laws protecting sentinels. A sentinel was worth a lot of money to any of the wealthy families and government officials for them to ever be free. Which was why no one looked twice at the human cargo, even when that cargo was mostly children.

The cages were placed in the back of a large truck, the canopy tarp missing from the back exposing the caged sentinels to the audience of the city’s citizenry.

The truck drove through paved and dirt streets avoiding the other motorists and pedestrians where it stopped at warehouse. There the sentinel cargo was unloaded and taken inside. The man from the ship who was now in charge gave orders for the sentinels to be cleaned before the buyers came.

Jim wasn’t surprised to know that they had already been sold. He knew they would have been sold on an online auction while still in the US or even while on board the ship. While in the Army, Jim had been involved in several join CIA operations to prevent certain drug dealers from acquiring sentinels. The CIA used several undercover operatives in different areas who bought the sentinels themselves and returned them to the countries they were taken from.

Once in the warehouse, the orders where carried out. Two men took each child sentinel and showered them replacing their pajamas with small sized black fatigues, and combat boots. Jim was the last to be showered and more men were on hand in case. The file that had been stolen when Jim was kidnapped would have told them that Jim was a former Army Ranger captain, something that would have upped his price, and was also making the guards wary.

Like the other sentinels, Jim was dressed in dark fatigues, socks, and combat boots, then was placed back into his cage.

The buyers or their agents began to trickle in. Jim recognized some of them from filed he had studied while working in South America during his Army days. However, he was surprised to see one of the buyers was a CIA agent. Jim did not let his surpise show, and the agent barely glanced at him, though scent told Jim the man was equally surprised.

Jim knew that the prices for them would have been very high, at least five million if not more, and the agent would not have been able to buy more than one even if he had the money. Jim was glad to see that the agent had purchased the youngest sentinel, a boy of only twelve. Now at least the government would know what happened to the sentinels kidnapped from the US, even if they couldn’t do much about it.

The buyers or their agents had paid into a numbered account to the sum of at five million dollars for the young, virginal and unbonded sentinels. Jim’s Ranger training made up for his age in price and when the agent came for him, Jim overheard that his price had been eight million.

The agent had Jim’s hands cuffed, his ankles shackled with a short chain, and had a metal collar padlocked around Jim’s throat. He was led from the warehouse on a leash, only able to shuffle his feet because of the short chain. Outside the warehouse was a jeep with a smaller kennel in the back, which Jim was placed inside. Three guards had been waiting at the jeep, and they had lifted Jim into the cage, then seated themselves around or on top of it as another guard drove while the agent rode in the passenger seat.

Eventually they came to a large mansion surrounded by a stone wall. They passed through a security gate where armed guards stood vigilantly. The gate closed behind them, and Jim’s gut began to knot knowing what was waiting for him within the mansion.

Because the only way to control a sentinel was to control the guide and like the younger sentinels Jim was not bonded to a guide. The man waiting in the mansion who had purchased Jim would already have a guide working for him in some capacity or another. A sentinel/guide bond took years to develop fully, but drug lords weren’t known to be patient people.

Jim had not wanted to be bonded to a guide, and now he was about to be bonded to a guide through a forced bond that would enslave him to his guide and the buyer.

Carlos Montez sat in his overstuffed chair in the formal livingroom of his mansion as he waited for his men to bring his purchase. Carlos glanced over at the matching couch where Blair Sandburg sat quietly, his jittery hands giving away the nervousness he felt. Satisfied that Blair was causing trouble, Carlos turned his attention back to the newspaper he had been reading.

Blair peripherally saw Carlos Montez look at him, and Blair did his best to look subservient. Inside his stomach was doing flip flops, and he felt that the pancakes he had had for breakfast were going to make a reappearance. Think how that sentinel must feel, Blair thought. He knew that he couldn’t think about that though. Otherwise he would never go through with bonding, and then his mother would pay the price. Blair didn’t know where in the huge mansion that Naomi, his mother, was being kept, but he had seen the pictures and knew his mother was unharmed. After all Carlos had been dating her for month before he had had her call Blair up and trick him into coming to Columbia. She had called at gunpoint though, with a promise that Blair would not be harmed. Then she had been locked away in comfort, no one bothering her, with only female guards around her. If he failed in his part, the circumstances of his mother’s captivity would change rather drastically. Blair shuddered inwardly at the thought.

He would never allow his mother to come to harm. He would do anything short of murder. But Montez was asking Blair to commit murder.

At that moment the doors opened and four men carried a kennel into the room and sat it down. Inside the kennel was the sentinel Montez had bought. Blair had been given a copy of the file so he knew that the sentinel was 28 years old, male, former Army Ranger Captain, and unbonded. He also knew the sentinel’s name not that it mattered because Montez planned to give the sentinel a new name.

“Thank you gentlemen, I trust there was no trouble?” Montez asked his men.

“No Senor Montez, no trouble.” One of the men said.

Montez stood up and walked over to the kennel and looked down at the sentinel who glared up at Montez with icy blue eyes.

Montez only chuckled, then turned to look at Blair. “Come take a good look at him Senor Sandburg. He is quite beautiful. Worth every penny I paid for him.”

Blair knew that to be an order, and he stood slowly wondering if his knees were going to give way as they threatened to do. But the threat was only a ruse, and he walked over to stand beside Montez, his body language unknowingly showing his distaste of Montez.

Blair looked at the sentinel in the cage. He was rather stunning, in a deadly sort of way. Nicely muscled, handsome face, and beautiful blue eyes that looked at Montez with hate. Blair didn’t blame the sentinel for that; he hated Montez too.

“You have all night to bond him Blair. Don’t rush it, and don’t hurt him. No need to injure him. Afterwards he sleeps in the kennel, as he will every night. We’ll start the patrols tomorrow. I will come in and check to make sure he is bonded, so don’t try to fool me. Your mother will pay the price if you do.” Montez said.

So the kid isn’t here by choice, Jim thought to himself. There was that. Though how it helped, Jim couldn’t really see since the kids’ mother was being held hostage against Sandburg’s cooperation.

When the cage was once again lifted by the men and carried toward the stairs, Jim tried not to shudder inside at what he knew to be coming. He watched the guide follow the men up the stairs, his head held down.

On the second floor the men carried the small kennel into a room where a larger kennel was set up. Inside the kennel was a mattress on the floor with sheets and pillows. But the smaller kennel Jim was in was carried into another room connected to the one dominated by the kennel. Inside that room was a king sized bed. The kennel was sat down, and the men unlocked it. They shackled Jim’s wrists and ankles and half carried him to the bed where the shackles were replaced by a chain that was attached to his collar, the other end attached to the wall above the bed. The men then took the small kennel with them as they left the room leaving Jim in the room alone with his soon to be rapist.

Blair paced in the room just outside his bedroom, trying to ignore the large kennel that sat in the room like a white elephant. His stomach felt like it was going to throw up “Oh man,” He everything he had every eaten in his entire 18 years of life.

moaned. “Get a grip, Blair. Just get a grip.”

Great, I am talking to myself, Blair thought. Okay, Okay I can do this, I don’t want to do this, I have to do this. Oh shit.

With one last deep breath, Blair entered his bedroom.

Ellison sat on the bed, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched Sandburg enter the room and stand at the foot of the bed.

“I am so sorry.” Blair said.

Jim said nothing. What could he say. That he understood, that there was nothing to be sorry about. He felt none of those things. He only looked at Sandburg and waited for what was to come.

“Look, my mom, she’s in trouble. He’s holding her somewhere in this house, and he swears that if I don’t do exactly what he wants then he will let his guards…And I just can’t let that happen. She’s my mom!” He tried to explain, to make the sentinel understand, but he knew that it was useless. Maybe deep down he did know, but at the moment, Blair knew, the sentinel would only know what was about to happen and what he was going to lose in the process.

Blair sat down on the foot of the bed, one foot touching the floor. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and said, “Okay, uhm, well I guess I need to know whether or not you are going to cooperate, or should I just call those guards back in and…” He trailed off but Jim got the idea.

“I’m not going to just roll over, not for you not for anyone.” Jim answered.

Blair nodded knowing that if the situation was reversed he wouldn’t just roll over either. “I understand.”

He got up, and left the room. A few minutes later, the three men entered the room.

Jim fought, and managed to get a few good punches in, even breaking one of the men’s noses. Despite that, the men did not take the opportunity to punish Jim with a few blows of their own. Instead they used pressure points and holds to efficiently strip Jim of his clothes, and tie him face down on the bed using padded leather restraints on his wrists and ankles. When they were done they left the room.

Blair entered after they left, and had to close his eyes and force himself to breathe after seeing the sentinel lying face down on the bed, tied in place. He stomach threatened to rebel as his mind forcefully told him that this was very wrong.

He thought about his mom, thought about what those men could do to her if he didn’t do what he had been ordered to do. When he was sure that he wasn’t going to faint or throw up, Blair opened his eyes and walked over to the bed. Beside the bed was a nightstand with two drawers. Opening the top drawer, Blair withdrew a bottle of KY. On the bed, the sentinel shuddered at the sight.

He said nothing, there was nothing he could say to make it better or alright. Instead he got up onto the bed between the sentinel’s outstretched legs, and opened the cap of KY.

He poured some onto this fingers, and then using one head to spread the muscular butt cheeks, Blair rubbed his greased finger tip over the virgin opening of the sentinel’s body not trying to enter just yet. Beneath his hand, the sentinel flinched and struggled to get away. The restraints held, however, and the sentinel could only endure.

After several minutes of rubbing the entrance, Blair tried to push his finger inside only to discover that the opening refused to yield. Blair did not want to force it. From the tightened muscles beneath his hand where it rested on the sentinel’s ass cheek, Blair knew that he wouldn’t be able to get his finger in much less his cock without some help.

Blair got off the bed and went into the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet was a small glass bottle of a light sedative produced by Sentinel Pharmaceuticals. Blair unwrapped a syringe and stuck the needle into the top of the bottle and withdrew 5 cc’s of the medicine. Aping the syringe to remove air bubbles, Blair swiped a alcohol pad from the box of them sitting on the sink and walked into the bed. The sentinel had moved his head to watch Blair go into the bathroom and therefore saw Blair as he exited. His struggles to release himself were even more violent at the sight of the syringe, and just as useless.

“Its only a light sedative, to relax you so I don’t injure you.” Blair explained.

Once more on the bed between the muscular thighs of the sentinel, Blair ripped open the alcohol pad’s package with his teeth, and wiped the pad on the area of the sentinel’s left ass cheek, then pressed the needle in that same spot. He depressed the plunger and the medicine entered the sentinel’s body.

It took a few minutes to work. As he waited, Blair greased his finger up again and rubbed the sentinel’s anus. His other hand rested on the sentinel’s butt therefore he knew the instant the sedative took effect as the muscle relaxed.

Blair’s finger was able to breach the entrance to the sentinel’s body, and he moved his finger around attempting to stretch the anal walls.

Throughout the procedure, both Blair’s and the sentinel’s cock remained limp. Neither one of them was feeling at all aroused which Blair wasn’t too surprised about.

When he attempted to add another finger, the sentinel grunted in pain, and flinched so Blair did not continue to add the other finger. Instead he added more lube to his one finger and continued moving it around to stretch the anal walls even more.

Man he is tight, Blair thought when he attempted a second time only to feel nearly the same reaction. Blair thought about what else was in the dresser. I didn’t want to use one, but I think I may have to.

Blair got off the bed for a third time and opened the drawer. Inside the drawer were several butt plugs and dildoes of various sizes. Blair found the smallest vibrating plug and pulled it out.

Jim saw what Sandburg removed from the drawer, “No please don’t.” Jim begged.

“I’m sorry but even with the sedative, you are still to tight, this will help.” Blair felt bad, but he didn’t think that he could stretch the anus with only his finger. The vibration of the toy would loosen the sentinel’s ass better than his finger could.

Back on the bed, Blair greased up the small plug and slowly inserted the small tip that was just a little bit bigger than Blair’s finger into the sentinel’s anus. When the anus closed around the filange, Blair turned the vibration on to its highest setting, then got of the bed and went into the bathroom.

In the medicine cabinet, Blair took down a prescription bottle, and poured one of the little blue pills into his hand. He didn’t want to take the Viagra, but Blair was sure he wouldn’t be able to get it up otherwise.

Dry swallowing the pill, Blair then leaned on the sink and hung his head as waited.

In the bedroom, Jim tried to rid himself of the little toy, but could not. The vibrations where doing its job however and several minutes later Jim was able to expel the toy. Sandburg came into the room a few seconds later.

Sandburg picked up the plug and turned of the vibration. He then pushed a slicked up finger into Jim’s ass, and Jim did his best to try and ignore it. Fortunately, when Sandburg inserted a second finger it did not hurt like it had before. The plug had done its job.

Jim bit his tongue as he felt the two fingers moving around inside him, and tried not to throw up. Instead he tried to force a zone, but his senses were in the process of memorizing Sandburg. The guide’s scent and feel where the most prominent, while hearing focused on the guide’s elevated heartbeat, and sight was begging his brain to turn his head and look over his shoulder at the guide. Jim stubbornly refused the request.

Blair spent several minutes using two fingers to open up the sentinel while he waited for the Viagra to kick in.

He tried three fingers, but stopped when the sentinel winced in pain. He continued to stretch the anal walls with his two fingers, wondering if he should get a bigger plug. With his other hand, Blair stroked the sentinel’s bare ass, trying to calm both of them. It didn’t work, though Blair knew the sentinel’s sense of touch would be memorizing every inch of skin on Blair’s hand along with the fingers that were inside the sentinel’s body.

Eventually Blair felt the first stirrings of an erection, and knew the Viagra to be working.

“Stupid little blue pills work too well,” Blair mumbled as his cock went rigid and began to leak pre-cum. Blair removed his finger, and got off the bed. He went to the drawer and took out a larger vibrating plug. The new one was slightly smaller than Blair’s three fingers, and he greased it up with the KY. Then, Blair slowly pushed the plug into the sentinel’s lubricated ass until the anus snapped closed around the small filange. Blair turned on the vibration, then began to remove his own clothes.

When he dropped his boxers his erection sprang free, and bobbed against his belly.

Jim looked at Sandburg, glaring at him for putting the plug inside him, therefore he saw when Sandburg’s cock sprung free from its confinement and Jim knew his eyes had widened from fear. Sandburg was well hung. His cock had to be at least ten inches, but it was the girth that troubled Jim the most. Blair was at least 2 and half to 3 inches around. No wonder he keeps using those damn plugs, Jim thought.

Naked, Blair dug into the drawer and retrieved two more butt plugs, each one bigger than the others. Once he had them, Blair then got on the bed for the last time. He removed the plug that was already inside the sentinel’s ass, and replaced it with his fingers as he judged for himself how loose the sentinel’s ass was. Deciding it wasn’t loose enough to keep him from causing pain, Blair replaced the plug with one that was bigger, and turned on the vibration. While he waited, Blair rubbed his hands over the sentinel’s back massaging the muscles he found there to help relax the sentinel even more and to give the sentinel’s sense of touch something to concentrate on. Knowing he would have to bring taste into the equation, Blair leaned over the sentinel, and breathed against the sentinel’s face, and then licked the corner of the sentinel’s mouth.

“If you kiss me I will bite you/” the sentinel warned his tone telling Blair that he meant it.

Blair didn’t kiss him, instead he continued to lick the sentinel’s cheek and the corner of his mouth using his hands to hold the sentinel’s head in place. He had enough strength to keep the sentinel’s jaw closed while he licked all around the sentinel’s lip leaving his taste on them. Kissing would come afterwards, knowing that once the bond was in place, the sentinel would not be able to harm him.

When he was sure everything was ready, Blair sat back on his haunches, and removed the vibrating plug. He pushed two then three fingers inside, and stretched them out as far as he could. There was no hint of pain, and satisfied that everything was done, Blair removed his fingers and smeared KY all over his hard cock.

Taking a deep breath, Blair lined up the helmet head of his cock against the loosed hole, and slowly moved his hips forward pushing his cock into the tight channel of the sentinel’s body. One hand on the sentinel’s butt was able to discern from tightening of the muscles when to stop his forward momentum and give the sentinel a moment to get use to having a cock inside him.

Jim wanted to cry out in shame and anger when the large cock pushed its way inside him, but he refused to show any weakness. Instead he gripped the sheets beneath his in a tight fist, and bit his lip only to taste the burst of guide on his tongue. He had forgotten about the guide’s licking of Jim’s lips. He wanted to throw up, but couldn’t even control that.

Eventually, after a few stops and starts, the entire cock was inside him as he could feel the guide’s hairy balls against his ass cheeks. And then it really began as the guide started slowly thrusting his hips, the large cock moving in and out of Jim’s once virginal hole. He could feel the sensation of the head brushing his prostate but did not react voluntarily or involuntarily to the stimulation. He only felt sick, not aroused.

The thrusting pace quickened until eventually instinct took over in the guide’s mind and he was pounding away into Jim’s ass. There was no sharp pain, only the glide of skin against his sensitive channel, and the full feeling. Eventually Jim felt sore and a bit bruised but no tearing had occurred.

The he felt it, the minute swelling and vibrations that told Jim the guide was cumming, and then he felt the hot splashes of semen fill his ass, and then he felt the wrenching in his mind as his senses locked onto the guide creating a baseline from the guide’s heartbeat, breathing, scent, feel, taste and even the sight he got as he turned his head instinctively to look at the face framed by long chestnut curls.

Blair had cum, but his cock was still hard, the fault of youth and Viagra. Blair waited, his hard cock still inside the slick tunnel. He knew they were bonded, he could feel the bond, its wavering link flowing between them. The bond was not stable, that would take at least four to five months due to the bond having been forced. The thought that he would have to continue fucking the sentinel at least two to three times weekly made Blair sick because he knew unlike the first time, the sentinel would roll over for him, would lift his ass to beg Blair to fuck him. No matter what the sentinel felt about it, his instincts would demand that his body be fucked by his guide. And Blair’s instincts would answer that demand.

With his cock still inside the sentinel’s channel, Blair leaned down and kissed the sentinel’s lips, which opened to welcome him despite the disgust in the icy blue eyes before they were hidden behind closed lids.

Blair’s tongue forced its way into the sentinel’s mouth just as his cock had forced its way into the sentinel’s ass. And while he kissed, Blair moved his hips slightly, fucking shallowly into the body beneath him.

Eventually, they broke the kiss and Blair finished fucking into the sentinel’s body until he came again. While he fucked into the sentinel’s ass, Blair’s fingers removed the padded leather restraints from the sentinel’s wrists, and then guided the sentinel onto his knees, and elbows, ass in the air as he continued to fuck the sentinel hard, pounding into the already sore ass.

It was a long night, the Viagra kept Blair hard for several hours, until finally his spent and limp cock slipped out of the reddened and sore hole and he collapsed over the sentinel’s back. He rested for a minute, then got up and removed the restraints from the sentinel’s ankles and then unlocked the chain from the wall.

The sentinel followed on the end of the chain leash out of the bedroom and into the kennel. Inside the kennel, Blair unhooked the chain from the collar, then left the kennel, closing and padlocking the door. He tossed the chain on the floor, and then made his way to his bed to collapse into exhaustion while in the kennel the sentinel did the same on the mattress.

Sleep took them both.

Jim was awakened the next morning by the turning of the doorknob and the entrance of Senor Montez who upon entering headed directly for the kennel where Jim slept. Knowing what the man was there to do, Jim just groaned and laid his head back on the pillow. From the other room, Blair came dressed only in boxers and a T-shirt, hair wildly out of place, and yawning.

"Good morning Blair." Montez said too cheerfully. Blair wanted to throw up, but he greeted the man instead with a good morning of his own.

Montez ignored the forced tone of the greeting and instead went to the kennel, which he unlocked, using his own key on the padlock. Before Jim could decide whether or not to attack the man, Blair said, "Just stay still, and let him do what he needs to do." And that ended any rebellion he might have tried.

Jim gritted his teeth as he felt the bond respond deep inside his mind forcing him to obey the guide. It hurt to know that someone else could make him do or say anything they wanted and Jim could do nothing about it.

Therefore Jim laid there as Montez knelt down beside the mattress placed a latex glove he had gotten out of his pocket onto his right hand. With his left hand he moved the blankets of Jim and placed it on Jim's left butt cheek. He spread the cheek and used his latex covered finger to feel inside Jim's cum slick ass. Jim bit his tongue as he endured the check.

"Good, Blair. You did as I told you. A little too well, it seems. His asshole is very red and obviously sore. No matter. There were no tears and no sign of blood. Good. Get a shower and get Ranger cleaned up and bring him down for breakfast." Montez said as he got up and removed the latex glove. He left the kennel and relocked it behind him. Then tossing the glove in a nearby trashcan he left the room.

"Ranger?" Jim asked.

"Your new name." Blair answered. He said nothing when Jim rolled his eyes.

Blair went back into his bedroom and found the key to the cage in his jeans pocket. He walked back into the room and unlocked the kennel. "Come on, we need to get a shower and get dressed." Blair said.

Jim had no choice but to obey. He stood up and walked out of the kennel still nude and followed Blair into the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Blair started the shower and let it get the right temp before motioning Jim to get in. Once the sentinel was under the spray, Blair removed his boxers and stepped in as well. He soaped up both himself and his sentinel, then shampooed first Jim's hair then his own. When they were done, they stepped out and Jim stood stoically while Blair dried him off with a large terry cloth towel. Once dried, they went back into the room where Blair dressed in clean boxers, jeans, and a T-shirt, then dressed Jim in a clean pair of boxers, black cargo pants, a black T-shirt, socks and combat boots.

Blair slipped on his sneakers, and then snapped a leash to Jim's collar. With Jim following behind, they left the room and headed downstairs and into the dining room.

Inside the dining room, Montez pointed to a corner where an iron ring was attached the wall. Blair hooked the leash to the ring, and then walked into the kitchen. Jim was disgusted to see upon Blair return the guide was carrying two large dog bowls.

Blair set the large bowls down near Jim. Both were empty at the moment. Blair went back into the kitchen and came back with a large bottle of water, which he poured the contents into one of the bowls. Then he seated himself at the table where Montez waited.

At Blair's hand motion Jim had seated himself on the floor near the bowls, and waited. He didn't want to drink or eat of the bowls like a dog, but knew he would have little choice in the matter. If Blair told him to jump off a cliff, Jim would do it because the bond would force him to do it. The only thing he couldn't do was allow Blair to be hurt. He would disobey any order to make sure of that.

Servants brought the food, and placed it on the table. Breakfast was scrambled eggs, French toast, sausage and fruit. They ate first, filling their plates and eating. When they were done, Senor Montez had Blair get the food from the pantry in the kitchen. Jim knew what was coming. In China, and in some South American industrialized countries, companies were creating sentinel food. It was a lot like dog food, but more nutritionally adequate for sentinels which dog food wouldn't have been. What Blair brought back was a sack of the dried kind, which he poured into the bowl. The smell wasn't pleasant but it didn't smell like dog food.. Jim winced inwardly when Blair told him to eat. He tried to scoop out some of the food, but a grunt from Montez made Blair order Jim not to use his hands.

It hurt Jim's pride and honor to have to eat like a dog, but again he had not choice. He had to use his tongue so as not to get food on his face. He ate the food until he was done, then washed it down with water. He wanted to scream, but was unable to voice it.

"Take Ranger outside once he is done eating and begin patrolling. Check the perimeter for any intruders or devices, and then check the grounds, the cars and then the house itself. Report back when you are done." Montez said.

Blair nodded. He waited till Jim was done eating the sentinel food, the unhooked the leash from the wall. Jim stood at Blair's silent order and followed his guide out of the room. At least they aren't making me walk on all fours, Jim thought as they left the house.

Blair coached Jim into using his senses stretching them out to find anything that might be dangerous or out of place. Blair's voice allowed him to open the dials beyond 2 and see and hear without the risk of zoning.

The walked along the electrified fence, making sure not to get too close. Blair guided him through ignoring the electric hum coming from the fence and filtering out all the normal sounds and scents that he picked up. As of yet Jim had not found anything dangerous or out of place. When they finished the outside, they went into the garage and checked over the cars that were parked inside. Jim detected an oil leak from the Mustang convertible, and reported it to Blair. He found nothing else out of the ordinary, however, and they moved into the house and searched. Only on the ground floor however, since Montez didn't want Blair being near Naomi who was being held on the third floor, her presence masked by white noise generators.

The patrol had taken three hours, and they reported to Senor Monetez when they were done.

Montez was seated in his office when they came in. Upon Blair's near silent order, Jim went to his knees and kept his head bowed while Blair made the report.

Montez nodded, and reached out and patted Jim's head affectionately and said, "Good boy, Ranger." Jim wanted to rip the man's hand off but didn't.

"Good. You will repeat the patrol every four hours from now on. There is a sheet in the office that you will write down the time you start each patrol and when you finish. There will also be a place to report anything unusual that isn't an emergency. During the four hour period is when you sleep and eat. Every other night after your patrol and before you sleep you need to strengthen the bond by fucking him. During the day between patrols make sure he drinks lots of water, and eats to keep up his strength. He is to relieve himself outside, and when outside the kennel he is to be leashed at all times. Understand?"

Blair nodded. Jim felt like throwing up.

They left the office and headed outside. Blair found a bench in the garden and sat down. Jim just stood beside it, waiting.

"This sucks." Blair said. "He is treating you like a dog. I didn't go to guide school to treat my sentinel like dog. "

"What did you go to guide school for?" Jim asked.

"To help. I was born a guide, I have the ability. I wanted to help a sentinel deal with their senses and know what a great gift they were. Then we were going to go on expeditions and learn new cultures. It wasn't going to be like this."

"Now even if we get out of here, I don't know what to do."

"I am not even sure if we'll ever get away. No one cares that we are here. No one even knows we are here."

Jim didn't tell him any different. Unless ordered to tell him, Jim could keep secrets. He wasn't sure he could trust the guide not to reveal that Jim had seen a CIA agent at the warehouse where he had been held until Montez's men had come for him.