Chapter 4: David Is Caught and Confesses

David was worried about Rebecca. She had left Tuesday for Brazil and he had not heard from her since. It was now Thursday, so he decided to fly down to Brazil and see if he could find her before their parents found out on Saturday.

David was one year younger than Rebecca. He was over six feet tall and was in great physical shape. He belonged to the high school football team as the starting quarterback. He was very popular in school, especially with the females. While he knew his sister was a virgin, he was not. He had lots of females throwing themselves at him and he did not turn down many.

He had arrived at the airport and was just going through customs. The customs officer in front of him was a very burly, male officer. He was looking at David's passport, his baggage was being inspected by another officer, this one a very attractive female officer. She looked about mid-twenties, wearing a short skirt and a tight fitting button down blouse. She had very large breasts, big hips and a great ass. David's cock was hard from watching her go through his luggage, her hands handling his underwear, wishing it were his cock instead.

"I need you to go with Officer Gomez," that customs officer stated.

"Is there a problem? David watched as Officer Gomez closed his suitcase and pulled it from the table.

"Just do as he says and follow me. You do not want to start questioning our authority. This is not the United States, we do not have many personal freedoms that you take for granted. We can make you disappear in a matter of minutes and you will remain with us for the rest of your life. Now follow me," Officer Gomez ordered him in a very stern voice.

David began to get scared. These people were serious. Maybe Rebecca had gotten caught by them, that is why he had not heard from her. He followed Officer Gomez. No matter how scared he was, he was still horny. The sight of Gomez, her ass swaying in the tight skirt in front of him still kept his cock hard. He followed them down a long corridor until they reached the end. A large door was opened electronically and the both of them followed the new corridor to a stairway. They proceeded down four flights of stairs until they reached another electronic door. This opened as they approached and David followed Gomez down the corridor. On both sides were cell doors, with only small barred windows at the top. When they reached the end, David was led into a large cell, the front all bars.

"Sit in that chair until we are ready for you," Gomez ordered him. David sat down immediately, the chair in the center of the large room, a large table next to it. He noticed that the chair he sat in had straps attached to the arms and the legs, as did the table at all four corners.

"Why am I here? I demand an explanation," David's voice raised and demanding.

Gomez turned toward David and walked over to him. When she was close, her hand reached out and backhanded his face hard.

"SSMMAACCKKK," her hand hit him, knocking his head to the side.

"I said sit until I am ready for you, you will learn to obey or suffer the punishment." Gomez moved back away from him as he rubbed his face, the pain radiating from the blow. Oh, God, what have I got myself into he thought. He sat upright in the chair, waiting while Gomez dumped his suitcase on the floor. She ripped out the lining of the suitcase, looking for something. David turned toward the cell door as he heard it opened. Two more female officers came in, both also attractive. But in their hands were long batons. They looked like nightsticks, but they had twin prongs on the end. David did not know, but they were cattle prods, capable of producing overpowering pain using high voltage.

Gomez walked back over to David, as did the other two officers. "Your sister, Rebecca was caught Tuesday bringing illegal drugs in our country. She stated that they were not hers that you hid them in her bag. Drug smuggling in this country is punishable by ten years in jail. Did you put the drugs in her bag?"

Poor Rebecca had got caught and it was his fault. If he admitted it was his, it was ten years in jail. He had to hold out until his parents could come to their rescue. By Saturday, they would find out they were missing and it would be easy to trace them to the airport.

"Is Rebecca here, is she all right?"

"Yes, she is in our custody. She has been very cooperative with us and while she has been forced to do many things she has not wanted to do, she is in relatively good shape. Now, answer my question, is the drugs in her bags yours?" Gomez watched his face for any reaction to her statements.

His poor sister, what had they done to her. They had to last for two more days without admitting anything. "I don't know anything about any drugs, someone else must have placed them in her bags when she was not looking, she does not do drugs. Please, may I go now, my parents are expecting me."

"I think you are lying to us, David. We know for a fact that your parents are not expecting you until Saturday. And I think that the drugs are yours and your sister is paying for your sins and we are going to find out the truth. We have ways to induce the truth out of you, some of them quite painful. You will soon find out what your sister has already been made aware of. Remove your shirt, pants and shoes and socks, David," Gomez ordered.

"I'm not going to in front of the three of you," his voice raised. He suddenly felt an excruciating pain in his left side as one of the guards hit him with a low level of electricity from the cattle prod. He fell to the floor, clutching his side, his breath raspy, as he could not catch a breath of air.

"Would you like to try that again, David, or would you like a higher voltage from the cattle prod?" Gomez watched as one of the guards lifted David up and threw him into the chair.

"No," he stammered, unable to catch his breath, " I will do it, don't touch me with that again." David began to remove his shoes and socks. He stood up and removed his shirt, pulling it from his pants. He slowly unbuckled his belt. He looked up, the three guards watching, waiting for him to remove his pants. They intended to humiliate him. He wondered if Rebecca had to do the same thing. His cock got hard again. He unsnapped the button and lowered the zipper down slowly, anything to delay the process. He pushed his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He stood there in his shorts, his hard cock straining the front of them, his hands trying to hide his erection.

"Hands at your side, are you embarrassed, David?"

David moved his hands, his erection still straining his shorts. He looked down at the floor, he did not want to see the faces of the female guards that forced him to strip.

"It seems our little David has a big cock and this is exciting him. Is that true, David, you are enjoying stripping for us?" Gomez laughed along with the other guards.

"Remove your shorts, let's see that big cock that you are so proud of."

David pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. Fuck them he thought, he was not ashamed of the size of his cock. He stood up, his hands at his side, his cock sticking straight out, hard and erect.

"Step over to the table, David. That's a good boy, now sit up on the edge." One of the guards stood next to David and pushed him down flat on the table. She grabbed one of his wrists. David tried to pull away put when he felt the prod sticking in his side he relented. He felt a leather strap go around his wrist, securing it to the corner of the table. The other wrist was secured in the same manner, he was not flat on his back, his wrists high over his head, secured to the corner. Meanwhile, his cock still remained hard, pointing toward the ceiling.

"Secure his legs," Gomez ordered the other guard. She pulled his left leg up on the table, his knee bending in order to secure it to the top of the leg in the front of the table. Another leather cuff was secured to it, holding his leg tightly to the side. His right leg was secured in the same manner. He was now bound on his back, his legs bent at the knees, his legs spread. "Spread him open."

David felt one of the guard's attaches a leather strap to his knee. She ran it under the table and attached the other end to his other knee. She began to pull it tight, his knees spreading outward, opening his legs wider until he felt he was going to be torn up the middle. "A little tighter, let him feel a little pain," Gomez said. David felt his knees open wider, his knees almost bent level with table, straining to close.

David watched in fear as the three guards put on rubber gloves. He was not going to like what they were going to do. One of the guards moved toward his head. She took a leather strap and attached it over his forehead, effectively securing his head to the table. He would not be able to move. She moved toward his mouth, a large ring gag in her hand. David shut his mouth tightly, refusing to let her put that in his mouth.

"OOOWWW, OOOHH, GGOOODDDD, LLLETTT GGGGGo," screamed David. Someone had grabbed him by his balls and squeeze tightly. The pain shot through his groin, his stomach aching from the sharp pain.