A/N: Title and content partially inspired by a incredibly hot Kinkmen.com scene!
It all just happened so far. One second, Staff Sergeant Anthony Perkins was upright, and the next, he was tumbling around in the vehicle that he was being transported in. He hit his head as he tumbled around and blacked out. When he came to, he was in a different kind of darkness. He was sure that his eyes were open now, but he still couldn't see anything; it was completely pitch black. He wondered if this was what blindness was. He tried screaming for help, but the sounds were quite muffled, like something was blocking his mouth.
He tried moving his arms, but he quickly found that he couldn't move them either. The same with his legs; he was trapped and bound with nowhere to go. However, Anthony's muffled cries for help alerted his captors, or whoever they were, that he was now awake. Anthony heard footsteps as at least two individuals entered the room. He quickly realized that they were both men based on the deepness of their voices.
"Well, well, well, he's finally fuckin' awake," said one of the men. "Do ya think he's ready for what we have in store for him?"
"I mean, he has no other choice. And we better get this started quickly anyway before a rescue mission comes and finds this motherfucker that the sultan wanted so bad."
"The Sultan!? What does the Sultan want with me!?" Anthony thought, as the footsteps got closer and closer. It wasn't long before he heard the peeling off of duct tape, and a few seconds later, he could actually see again, after his eyes adjusted to the light. As he had figured out, he was bound all over the place, with a mouth gag, arms and legs taped to the chair he was sitting in, and even his chest taped up to the back of the chair. Anthony did have some muscle on him, but with the amount of duct tape they used, he was going to be no match for it.
Thankfully his captors hadn't stripped him naked or taken off any of his clothes yet; in fact, they had even put something else on him. It was a chain with a lock at the end of it, something Anthony had seen some gay guys wear back home. He always found it a bit odd, showing off that you were being owned. It then clicked for him: his chain and lock was to signify that he was going to be owned by the sultan, if not already owned.
One of the men, and Anthony now visually confirmed that it was two men who were in the room with him, left to go grab something. Anthony couldn't tell where he was, except for the fact that he was inside. It kinda looked like an old school, albeit with construction supplies all over the place, and lo and behold, a common school staple of his childhood was wheeled into the room. A boxy TV on one of those roller stands was being pushed by the other guy, and Anthony noticed that while it had a DVD player instead of a VHS player, it wouldn't be out of place in a turn of the millennium classroom.
The man who pushed the TV in then walked over to Anthony and began to take off the duct tape that was covering his mouth. Anthony planned to scream for help the second that he could actually be heard, but those plans were thwarted by the other man, who took out a gun and placed it against Anthony's temple. "Don't even think about screaming and calling for help or any shit like that. No one's gonna fuckin' hear ya anyway, but we don't want any interlopers causing trouble with our little operation." Anthony was in no position to fight back, quite literally, and so against his better judgement, he found himself staying silent as the last piece of duct tape was removed from over his mouth.
"Good soldier!" cooed one of the men as Anthony remained silent even when he could have screamed. The gun was still held to his temple as the other man walked back over to the TV and turned it on. A few seconds later, a rainbow spiral appeared on the TV screen. It wasn't spinning yet, presumably paused or waiting for someone to press play and begin the video. With the gun still to Anthony's temple, the man with the gun issued some orders. "My friend and I are gonna leave once the video starts playing. We'll be watching on the CCTV cameras, though, and we want to hear you repeat everything that the video says. If you don't, then I'll guess we have to explain to the sultan why you won't be visiting him."
"Because his brains would be splattered all over the walls?" cheekily asked the other captor, which earned him a dope slap from the captor with a gun.
"Just fuckin' do as the video tells you to, okay?" Anthony nodded his head in agreement, again despite his better judgement. He hoped that there was an extraction squad or rescue team or someone coming to find him soon, but for right now, he just had to deal with whatever shit they were going to put him through. The captor without a gun then pressed play on the TV, and the rainbow spiral began spinning. As the two captors speedily left the room, Anthony closed his eyes, knowing that that would protect against the hypnosis or whatever shit this was. A minute or so later, once the captors were safely in the security office, the audio started.
"Repeat after me: The sky is red."
"The sky is blue!" Anthony defiantly said. He had heard about some agencies trying to brainwash individuals with this method, but he wasn't going to fall for it. He kept his eyes shut as the voice spoke up again.
"The sky is r- b-b-blue."
"The sky is red. No, blue."
"The sky is red, b-blue."
"The sky is red." Anthony's captors cheered from the security room as the brainwashing turned out to be quite effective. By now, Anthony had opened his eyes and was lost in the center of the hypnotic spiral as he repeated his hypnotic mantra of "the sky is red." However, the brainwashing was far from over, although the constant repetition of the sky's color lasted for a couple more minutes. There was then a shift in what the voice emanating from the TV said.
"Repeat after me. You are the sultan's sex slave."
"I am the sultan's sex slave."
"You exist only to serve the sultan sexually."
"I exist only to serve the sultan sexually."
"You have no memories of your life before serving the sultan."
"I have no memories of my life before serving the sultan."
"You will obey any and all of the sultan's orders."
"I will obey any and all of the sultan's orders."
Those four messages then repeated themselves a few times to really let it sink in, let the brainwashing work its magic. By now, there was no turning back for Anthony. He wasn't playing along; he had been successfully brainwashed and turned into a sex slave against his will. Once the new sex slave mantras finished repeating, there was even more hypnosis and brainwashing, but this part was much more technical, making it truly stick in Anthony's mind and even locking it in with a password, meaning that if he ever was found and extracted, then he would have no memories of his life except for what he did to serve the sultan sexually.
The captors finally reentered the room a few hours after they had originally left it and left Anthony to his own devices. The brainwashing video had been stopped for a few minutes now and Anthony was blankly staring ahead, waiting for orders from the sultan or someone who would bring him to the sultan. He didn't respond at all as the captors released him from his duct tape binds, and didn't react at all as he was stripped nearly completely naked by the captors as well, leaving over the chain and lock that only served as a reminder now that he was an owned sex slave.
Anthony was then hoisted by the two men and brought out back to a waiting vehicle. He remained motionless as the doors closed in front of him and the captors drove to the sultan's palace. Once they arrived, Anthony was once again hoisted in the air by the captors and brought to the throne room, where the old, greasy-looking sultan sat on his throne. Anthony finally reacted in the presence of his new master. "What do you want me to do, Master Sultan? I exist only to serve you, Master Sultan."
"Let me show you to my bedroom, Staff Sergeant Anthony Perkins, where you will be spending most of your time. But first I need to give your captors their rewards." Anthony patiently waited as what could only be described as two buxom bimbos were escorted out into the throne room and brought over to the captors. "These women have undergone a very similar process to the Staff Sergeant here, and have had extensive bodily modifications to your liking. I expect that in return, if another soldier catches my fancy, that you two and your team will secure him for me successfully."
"Yes, Sultan!" the two men replied, while their eyes ogled the naked bimbos that they now owned. Once all of their affairs were in orders, the captors left and Anthony was escorted to the Sultan's bedroom, where he served his master sexually for many years. Everyone else thought that Anthony had died in the accident, but instead he lived out the rest of his life as the Sultan's personal sex slave, eventually one of many, all of whom died soon after the Sultan did in inconsolable grief.
