Red Line Underground, Book 1
by Cheryl Dragon
eBook BIN: 06003-01926
If you want a spanking, you’d better head for the Underground! In 2215, any violence — including kinky sex — is absolutely illegal. The rebels below enjoy freedom and plot a takeover someday. They need help accessing the AI so Dom KiRin hacks into the implants of a sexy cyborg who happens to be a submissive. Bondage and belts build trust between the two men. Unfortunately, the powers aboveground won’t let a cyborg disappear without giving the rebels some hell!
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2215 Chicago Territory
“Are you sure you want to do this today?” Ginger pulled up the Corporate live newsfeed on the wall-to-wall screen.
Nodding, KiRin looked at the pretty former cyborg turned rebel. The woman was completely committed, but her fear ran deep.
Once in the clutches of the Corporation that now ran Chicago’s huge walled-in territory, Ginger was KiRin’s first pull from above. Unfortunately, she had been a cyborg guard in a women’s penitentiary. That was no help to the Underground or KiRin’s plans.
Not that KiRin would ever give up.
She had made herself priceless in downloading and decoding the information from her own cybernetic implants. Not every implant could be removed, but they could all be reprogrammed. Blocking out all Corporate signal and monitoring was the priority.
“Why today? We’re not even sure if the guard will be from the Corporate headquarters building. It’s too dangerous to randomly pull,” Ginger said.
“Danger is part of the game. I can’t pass up the diversion of Containment Day.” The annual celebration marked the day Chicago took Lake Michigan, the surrounding land, and all the open land south, stopping just short of the capitals of Illinois and Indiana. Armies of robots installed the towering metallic wall overnight. It was impossible to scale or penetrate, and so far down no one had tunneled under. The dome was added the next day to prevent entrance from the air.
The only great lake entirely in the United States, Michigan had been the last lake without bloodshed in the Water Wars between Canada and the US. Then Chicago Mayor, Eleanor Moffett, ultimately saved the Midwestern hub from floods triggered by global warming which had caused disease on both coasts. Clean water could be allowed in from other bodies of water after it completed the high-tech filtration system.
Chicago’s enhanced territory had factories, small forests of animals, farmland, and fresh water. Robots did most of the grunt work, leaving people free to be educated and improve technology even further. The territory of Chicago was safe, thanks to the wall. People could leave if they chose, but no one was allowed in.
KiRin remembered the history lessons. Growing up on the surface, he had always known he didn’t belong there. Everything was controlled and happy. You couldn’t even argue because harsh words earned you fines. Verbal disagreement led to violence. Any physical aggression was illegal. Childhood aggression was punished, and then channeled into competitive non-contact sports.
“How did you learn to code so fast?” Ginger asked.
Smiling, KiRin typed faster. “I was marked as a child with technical potential. My parents were thrilled. I attended better schools and received more from the Corporation.”
He and Ginger had worked together for a few months. Slowly she was coming out of her shell. No one had pushed her to share. Ginger seemed to want to learn about others first.
“How do you know how to do this old stuff? No one uses keyboards anymore. It’s so twenty-first century.”
“Some friends and I were into the ancient computer technology. Understanding how it all started means you know it better. I can program in any ancient code you find. I’ve even learned to do it with punch cards if I have to.” KiRin knew she had no clue what those were, but Ginger smiled as if she did.
“How long have you been here?” she asked.
“Almost ten years. When I was sixteen, I learned what happened to people like me. My favorite teacher was arrested for possessing violent sexual material. Just some pictures of a woman with a smacked bottom. She looked pretty happy. The school took the opportunity to make an example of him. I knew I had to get away. Liking men wasn’t the problem. I knew I wanted to dominate them sexually.”
“It wasn’t simply the need to control your life? Some people leave the territory because they don’t like all the rules.” Ginger shrugged.
“Why didn’t you leave when you were convicted?” KiRin asked.
“The Corporation never lets people know what’s going on out there. I’m not a daredevil ready to brave a strange society. I’ve lived here all my life. In the walls, above or underground, it’s still home.” She shook her head as though any other choice were unthinkable.
KiRin would’ve risked it rather than be a glorified slave like the cyborgs. “Leaving is rare. I want to change things. At first I thought my desire might be rebellion. I couldn’t even have virtual fantasy sex with men. My mind went to the dark places. One thought of a pinch or smack and I’d be in prison for life, right there with other cyborg guards. That was when I had to run away. The Underground was a rumor. The Corporation never acknowledged it. I had to believe.”
KiRin had found them. There were over eleven miles of underground track related to the old L public transport system. Chicago had long ago replaced it with a speedier monorail within the walls of the new territory. The abandoned tunnels had been blocked off, but the rebels had made it home. The misfits made it their own. It was perfect for hackers like KiRin who needed electricity to complete their mission. KiRin had been ten years down there, working with old code that the Corporation couldn’t detect, attempting to find ways around Corporate’s artificial intelligence so the Underground could start to make plans for overthrowing it.
After so many failures, deaths, and captures in the rebellion, KiRin still couldn’t give up. He couldn’t think about it. They had to start small and gain some allies, willing or not.
Ginger petted KiRin’s large purple cat, who often sat next to him when he worked. KiRin scratched Daisy’s ear as she kept a hunter’s eye out for rodents.
“I’m glad you pulled me out. Even if I can’t help with the Corporate headquarters layout,” Ginger said.
“You’ve been a huge help. We learned a lot by removing your implant and decoding the information you had. Proper rebellion can be a slow business. We all want it now, but we can’t win yet. I’d rather do it right.”
“The AI is too strong. I don’t know how we’ll ever make a dent.” Ginger fell back in a chair, her black and green lace skirts flouncing around her thighs. The corset that made up the rest of her outfit was black with metal fasteners.
“We’ll get there.” KiRin locked onto a cyborg that was alone. Hacking into its GPS, KiRin verified he was in the Corporate building. KiRin resisted dipping in for more data like function or gender. He stayed in the GPS program and recoded the perceived location. Pushing too far would tip off those who controlled the cyborg.
“You’re sure we’re ready for this?” Ginger asked.
“I’ve told the others. I’m not going to wait until President Moffett’s AI, and the ruling people who maintain it, beat down everyone’s will to live.” KiRin glanced at the huge display in the wall of screens. They piped in the Corporate channel to keep an eye on the activity. The president had died nearly a century ago. Her mental essence had been transferred into a virtual one. Artificial intelligence ruled the territory. No elections were ever held. It was Moffett for infinity.
KiRin’s fingers snapped on the keys. The outdated technology he used allowed him to avoid detection much longer. The old coding languages slowed down the Corporate computers. KiRin simply had to code faster to bog down the system.
He won. The cyborg’s trajectory changed. In ten minutes he’d be underground in what used to be the Red Line tunnels. With all of the distractions of the day, hopefully no one would notice until it was too late. The Artificial Intelligence had hundreds of prisoners, officials, and cyborgs to monitor, on top of hundreds of thousands of robots. By the time they missed one cyborg, he’d be underground and a free man.
KiRin just had a feeling this one was a man.
* * *
Velandrios sat tied to a hard chair by unbreakable metal rope. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. Something was wrong. His cybernetic implants had failed. Vel’s hands were handcuffed together in front of him, but there was no pain. The dingy room was small, with a bed shoved up against the wall, a desk with an ancient computer, and a cabinet. He couldn’t see anything else.
All he remembered was a failure in his GPS program as he entered a tunnel. Then he was jumped by oddly dressed humans. They’d hit him with something electronic and everything had gone black.
One florescent light flickered overhead as the door opened, and a scantily clad woman entered.
“How are you?” the blonde female with springy curls asked. The odd green curl in the front made him squint.
He’d tried to break free and failed. Then he’d noticed the silence. Even if an implant failed, the artificial buzz was always there. His brain searched for the hum of the Corporate implants he’d hated so much. When no pain shot through him at that treasonous thought, he knew something was different. He almost felt free despite the restraints.
“Where am I?” he asked.
She smiled. “Underground. It’s okay. They can’t hear your thoughts anymore. You’re safe.”
It could be a test — a virtual simulation or an implant-triggered hallucination to test him. Rumors of the Underground were always there among the public. The Corporation knew it was real but tried hard to ignore it. No evidence of people living in the abandoned sewer system had ever been found. The group couldn’t be that big.
Vel tried to orient himself. The walls were metal with some stone, nothing like the advanced technology the Corporation used to build things. Every building had been rebuilt or reinforced with Corporate technology. They monitored everything!
Old technology was everywhere here, but he saw a few smooth new screens in the walls. These were not homeless rebels hiding out like the Corporation wanted its military arms to believe.
He looked at the woman’s face and saw a small metal piece at one temple. He wasn’t going to get his hopes up or believe in anything yet. “They’ll come for me.”
“No, they won’t.” A man stepped out from behind Vel. Dressed in black except for a bright purple belt, the man stood about six feet tall and was leanly muscled. No physical competition if Vel could get free. If this was a virtual test, however, this man was perfect temptation for Vel.
The shock of black hair on the rebel’s pale skin drew Vel to study him further. The purple streak in the man’s hair was odd. The bumps in his shirts signaled piercings. All signs of a rebel. Vel was indeed in the Underground or a great simulation.
Vel tried to control his arousal. “I’m a criminal. They will hunt me down. If they can’t bring me back, they will kill me remotely.” The Corporation made its citizens fairly comfortable, considering the wars, floods, and disease outside of the walls of the Chicago territory. If you followed the rules, you could live in peace with sufficient food and work. Happy wasn’t part of the promise. However, severe punishment for criminals was guaranteed.
“You’re as much of a criminal as I am. Less, actually.” The free man grinned. “I’m a hacker, and I sexually dominate all the men I can. All you did was want to have sex. A virtual sex program turned you in for a fantasy. You didn’t even touch another person.” He leaned in over the restrained man.
The blonde picked up the implants taken from Vel’s face and left the room. Vel felt lost, alone with a hot man. A hacker. Since his arrest, Vel had played by the rules. He’d tried so hard to fit in and avoid more pain. The urge to let it all go bubbled deep within him.
“Illegal sex. BDSM is unacceptable. You’re just asking for them to find you by kidnapping me.” He wondered how the blonde had managed to avoid recapture.
“Not down here. In the Underground, you can do whatever you want — as long as the other person agrees. Aren’t you going to thank me?” He grabbed a knife from his belt and cut open the shirt of Vel’s uniform around the metal rope until it was shredded.
“Thank you? I don’t know what the hell you’re doing, but I didn’t volunteer.” He tried to ignore the large hands sliding over his chest. When the hacker pinched Vel’s nipples, he fought the arousal.
Vel wanted to give in and take any chance to get what he craved from a man. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to think of being spanked and fucked hard. Of his cock being slapped as another cock was shoved down his throat.
Those very thoughts, alone with a virtual sex program, had gotten him arrested a few years ago. Not one actual act with another human, and his real life had ended. Now he imagined it with this man in graphic detail. There was no buzz in his head. No pain. No mental correction. Only desire for more pulsed throughout him. The pleasure of sexual freedom flooded his body.
The world didn’t melt away at his failing the test.
The Corporation wasn’t behind this.
It was real.
“They won’t find you. I stole you. I reprogrammed your implants. You had no idea you were going the wrong way. If they’d found you, they would’ve discovered a severe malfunction in your GPS program. That’s all. But you like punishment.” The hacker’s ice blue eyes caught Vel’s. “Don’t you?”
“Not the Corporation’s punishment. It’s agony, not… That’s not what I want. They go for extreme correction.” His cock swelled despite all logic and the Corporate reconditioning.
“I’m sorry they did that to you. You never hit anyone. You don’t even want to hit anyone. You can be submissive here. No fear. No virtual sex helmets. Here you’ll be touched the way you want.” He rubbed Vel’s cock through the uniform pants.
Velandrios’ hips thrust up, but he masked the action by trying to get free. The restraints felt good, but he wouldn’t admit it. His brain and body struggled for control.
“You won’t get free until I want you that way. Tell me your name.” The hacker slid a hook under the chain connecting the cuffs around Vel’s hands in front of him. Then the hacker moved close, releasing the metal rope which had held Vel snugly to the chair.
“Why? You downloaded everything about me. You know my name. Not that you care what it is.” Vel didn’t try to flee as the hacker cut off the rest of his cyborg uniform shirt. There was no way to tell how armed the hacker was, or how many guards he might have outside that door. Vel didn’t have a death wish.
He tried to zone out like he had in prison. It was hard to keep his thoughts neutral with such a sexy and dominant man around. Of course they’d send a Dom to interrogate him.
“Velandrios, you’re free to enjoy sex here.” The man in charge hit a button.
Pulled from the chair by his arms, Vel was on his feet, stretched out. The hacker yanked Vel’s pants down, and in seconds he was naked. Vel was liberated, yet a captive. He struggled with the deep pleasure.
Stepping back, the hacker took in the sight. “You’re in excellent shape. It’s a crime to keep you from pleasing someone.” His hands were all over Vel’s body: abs, ass, chest, legs, and finally they cupped his balls. Vel nearly passed out from the sensual touch. He hadn’t been touched that way ever; not gently or teasingly. All of his sex had been virtual.
His cock pulsed to attention. How could Vel hate a man who gave him what he wanted? He had set Vel free. Yet part of him did hate the hacker — so smug and in control, never asking if Velandrios really wanted this.
“Good. They haven’t beaten the lust out of you. Before long, you’ll trust us. We’re not really kidnappers. It’s the only way to free people from above. In order to make everyone free, we need your help. You’re one of the lucky ones who get to join us early. Think of those poor cyborg guards still suffering and wanting what you’re getting right now.” The hacker walked around behind Vel.
He did think of them. The fate of a cyborg was worse than prison. Forced to work for and be monitored down to your very thoughts by the Corporation for life. Fitted with implants that issued orders, and if you did anything wrong, they corrected you with pain directly into your nervous system.
He’d adjusted only because thoughts of suicide were punished with even worse work. Vel had convinced himself there was no way out. Now his savior ran a hand over the small of Vel’s back, and he was grateful.
“If you’re not kidnappers, let me go.” Vel’s stubborn streak was natural. He’d been unable to fight his lust. It’d gotten him arrested. Now it could get him killed by the rebels or the Corporation.
The hacker moved back into view with disappointment on his face. Velandrios almost regretted it. He wanted to explore sex, and this man aroused him. Still, he was a stranger. How could Vel trust a hacker any more than the evil men who’d cruelly punished his body and shoved implants in his head?
“We can’t let you run and reveal our location or plans. We’ve kept a very low profile for a reason. You deserve to be free. Before we can let you roam the Underground, though, we have to trust each other.” The hacker moved in so close Vel could feel his body heat. “Do you know how we’ll build that trust?”
He wanted to hear sex. Submission.
Vel’s cock throbbed, but he shook his head in reply. The sex would be good. Vel wanted it. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it.
“I’ve fitted you with a new implant that tracks you so you don’t try to run.” The hacker took a step back.
Vel hid his shock but struggled against the restraints. “Fuck you. No way. No more voices in my head.”
“Easy. You can think whatever you want.” The hacker stroked Vel’s cock, and he thrust for more.
“Prove it. You’re just messing with my head.” Vel tried to resist.
“I’m not. I’ve been down here a long time. The Corporate implants can’t be totally removed. You saw the woman here earlier? That’s Ginger. We can’t remove all the metal. But if you let us outfit you right, our implants can allow you to communicate with others down here, if you wish. We’re not spying on your mind. For a while, you will be tracked until everyone trusts you. First, you have to trust me.” He squeezed Velandrios’ balls. “You want to, I can feel it. My name is KiRin, by the way.”
“Shut up. I’m not taking orders from a stranger — a hacker freak. No way,” Vel lied through his teeth. He waited but nothing bad happened. KiRin’s tongue licked over Vel’s chest. It felt so good!
The hacker laughed. “Relax. You need to let go of the Corporate way. Getting some of this pent up sexual rage out of you won’t hurt either. No one said you’re stuck with me forever. You can find a Dom who suits. You’re free to choose here. First you have to cooperate with us.”
Vel froze and considered the man in front of him. Sexy and smug, he was a Dom through and through. “So you don’t keep us in a cage somewhere and use us as you want.”
“Subs, or cyborgs?” the hacker asked with a grin.
Vel yanked on the restraints.
“Stop hurting yourself or I won’t. We don’t keep anyone in cages. No one is required to service anyone. I’m not going to force you to do anything. Once you understand our mission, you’ll want to help. Right now, you’re too aroused and enraged to even listen to me fully.” He rubbed the sensitive patch of skin behind Vel’s balls.
Val couldn’t argue that. Freedom and fucking were all he’d dreamed of. He felt dizzy.
“You have to want it, beg for it. Trust me to fuck and discipline you. Know that this is real. You can get smacked with my belt, and nothing bad will happen except you might come all over my shoes. Then you’ll have to lick it up. Which isn’t so bad, is it?” KiRin kissed Vel’s hip.
The hacker moved down and licked the tip of Vel’s cock. He lifted slightly to feel those lips.
“Is it bad?” the hacker asked.
“No,” Vel admitted.
“You want it, don’t you?” The hacked slapped Vel’s ass.
The sting shot through his body in sweet relief. “Yes.”
“Really? Maybe I should put you in a cock ring, and see if you get surer about what you want.” The hacker tapped Vel’s cock and it bobbed.
He shuddered with need. “Please. Show me I can have it.”
The hacker leaned in and licked Vel’s cock from balls to tip. Another slap on his ass stung. He was close. So fast. So wrong. It’d been so long.
He gasped for air as the hacker sucked the tip of Vel’s cock and slapped his ass harder and harder each time. Holding back, Vel wanted it to last. When the hacker swallowed all the way down on his thick member, Vel felt the back of the hacker’s throat. This rebel had skills and experience. Vel surrendered to the release of his dreams. It was real and so intense he trembled.
Coming earned him more glorious smacks and tightly pinched ball skin. Still the hacker didn’t back off. He sucked and swallowed, scoring Velandrios’ cock with his teeth. It was too good to be true but still not enough. The ache in his ass was real. The sweet release and burning on his backside was true.
The hacker stepped back and, with a smile on his face, hit a button. The hook moved. Vel braced for whatever this man had planned for him next. The Underground had been a dream. Now it was very real.
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