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is wound around his head securing the gag in his mouth.

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“what’re you buttheads doing?”  Randy, one of his bunk-mates is awake.
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“Nah I wanna _watch_,” Randy hisses back.

“shut up or you’re next, asshole.”

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He listens to his captors talking quietly, they sound excited, he
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faces to the voices.

“Shit I wish we could get some beers,”  one of them says.

“Speed man, I really could use some speed.”

“Pussy!”  the third one blurts out, and they all laugh.

One of them nudges him with a heavy booted foot, and they squat down
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One of them leans into his face, holding a blade close to his nose.
Spike?  Rod?

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“Fuck the little faggot really did piss himself!”

He feels a hand underneath his jockeys, hears a tearing sound; his
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leader — Tom? — lowers his jeans and underwear and kneels straddling
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