To say the desert compound was massive would be a massive understatement. The first time Elias dropped off a human play-toy for a client, he’d estimated the grounds were at least a mile square and the house about eight-thousand square feet. Built from stone mined in the area, its windows a dusky shade to help it blend in, with terra-cotta tiles for the roof and thick canvas shielding half the pool, the other half being inside the main building, it was impressive beyond belief and damn near invisible, even from above. The Master Bedroom, where he usually delivered those he brought in, was a five minute walk from the main door, past a massive living room, massive dining room, massive game room stocked with a screen large enough for a small multiplex theater, massive bathrooms with showers that could hold a dozen men his same size, and several bedrooms that were not all that much smaller than the Master one. He liked coming here. Liked being allowed to stay a few nights, even if he had to be a client’s toy for a while. He’d learned long ago, sex is just sex, whether it’s with a man or a woman...and he’d serviced both.
He knew Kilo and Sinder felt pretty much the same way as him. Jude, almost. That’s something you learn about your buddies, in prison. That’s why they all had the same tattoo that Reuben carried, a crude design hand-carved into their skin; they had put it on each other, like a brand. That was why he and Kilo were carrying Reuben into the bedroom. They wanted to start their fun with someone who had no idea what was coming and would fight them to the fullest extent...and that would be Emilio.
Elias had to admit, it was the struggle that excited him, the most. Kilo just enjoyed fucking. Sinder would happily participate, but it wasn’t the most important thing to him; he loved forcing the new guys to suck him off.
Of course, considering how Walt and Oren had looked at Sinder, that could wind up being fun, too. Watch those two try to take him down, again. See who wound up fuckin’ who. This’d be a wild and crazy couple of days.
They entered the Master Bedroom and had to walk another hundred feet to a bed that was big enough for all eight men. They tossed Reuben on it, then Elias straddled his torso to hold him in place as Kilo knelt beside them and removed Reuben’s gag and blindfold, slowly, carefully.
Reuben coughed and choked and gasped and hacked, so Elias ran his hands up over guy’s chest and flicked his nips, saying, “We know what you tried to do, so your buddy gets it, first.”
He heard someone approaching and looked around to watch the second caretaker enter with a folded bundle of clothing.
“Cool,” said Kilo when he saw the man. “We’re gonna play a game with this one.”
Elias maneuvered himself off Reuben and took the clothes from the caretaker, giving him a nod of thanks. He dropped them on the bed and picked up a pair of cargo pants. He chuckled.
“So what you think? Sneakin’ in to have some sin? Or? Guy walkin’ by, gets taken to try and then he’s shown why he’s all ours, no lie.” He tossed the pants on the bed and smiled at Reuben. “Shower. Dress yourself up. Get some sleep. Play along if you wanna leave here on your own two feet. You know how it goes.”
Then he grabbed Reuben’s wrists and tore the tape off, without a bit of trouble.
Reuben finally said something in Spanish, but Elias slapped him and smacked his tattoo. “Don’t pull that shit. You remember me.”
“No...I...I...” Reuben choked out. “I don’t do that, no more.”
“Then you shouldn’t of fucked up,” said Kilo.
Then Elias and Kilo left the room. The door closed behind them; no handle on the inside so Reuben could not get out.
They met Jude in the corridor. “They’re waitin’ for you. In the gym.”
“They wanna work him out?” Kilo asked.
Jude shrugged. “Just wound up there.”
“Bullshit,” said Elias. “Sinder’s up to somethin’.”
The three strolled back towards the living room then took a turn to where the indoor part of the pool was. Next to that was an open space holding two massive total body workout machines, side by side, with additional benches, rows of dumbbells and stationary bikes. Two walls joined at a corner were nothing but windows reflecting the room, thanks to the darkness outside.
Sinder and Walt were holding Emilio upright, and he was still struggling. Elias had to acknowledge the guy had a lot more stamina than he expected. Oren was leaning against one of the machines, his eyes hard on Sinder’s ass.
“What’s the plan?” Sinder asked.
“Why me?” Elias asked. “You brought him here.”
“Gym seemed like a good startin’ point.”
“And you’re lead dog,” said Walt, licking his lips.
“Watch yourself, bitch,” Sinder shot back, then he gave Emilio a good looking-over. They guy was nicely built but not from a gym. More like a runner and aerobics or cardio moves. He could’ve built up like them if he wanted. He felt up Emilio’s dick and balls. Nice size. Uncut like his own. Decent spread of pubes up his abs and swirling down onto his legs. Not the biggest ass, but he was still going to be a lot of fun.
Elias went to a closet door, saying, “First, cut that shit off him and get rid of the gag and blindfold. He can holler much as he wants.” He looked in the closet to find workout clothes, board shorts...and a black Speedo. “Oh, look at this. I bet you’d be real pretty in it, chico. Gives me lots of ideas.”
He took the Speedo back to Emilio. The gag and blindfold had been removed and his hands were being cut free, now.
“You speak English?” Elias asked.
Emilio looked at him then looked around. He rubbed his mouth and worked his jaw then said, “What you do? Why I am here? What you do with me?”
“Somethin’ to wear,” Elias said, then he tossed the Speedo at Emilio. “Don’t want you just...oh, hangin’ ‘round.”
The guys laughed.
Emilio caught the Speedo, then once his feet were free, slowly pulled it on, working it up his legs and over his slim ass to cover himself, shaking and glancing between the men, saying, “Please, I...I have wife. Children. I am not to be here...this is mistake...”
He showed them his wedding ring.
Oren grabbed him from behind, wrapping his arms around him in a tight grip, saying, “Says who?”
At the same time, Walt groped Emilio’s crotch. “Got a lot to offer.”
Emilio cried out. “No, please stop...I do not do this...”
“Not from what I hear,” said Jude, toying with one of the man’s tits.
“You know how to swim?” Sinder asked Emilio.
“No, please...I...si...yes...I...I...”
Sinder laughed and shoved both him and Oren into the pool.
It was the shallow end, so Oren kept hold of him, plunging all the way to the bottom then standing up and swinging Emilio around before letting go. By the time Emilio was back on his feet and wiping water from his face, the rest of the men had stripped off and were jumping in to join them. Oren laughed and pulled his soaked clothes off, as well.
The Brutal Men surrounded Emilio. Shoved him against each other. Pulled at his arms and legs. Grabbed him. Pinched his nips. Groped his crotch, fondling his dick and his balls...and his ass. Howled for joy when he staggered back into one of them. Lifted him up and threw him across to each other, like a pool toy. Spun him around to kiss him, deep and hard. Full tongue. Kicked his feet out from under him, making him plunge underwater.
Emilio howled in terror as they kept on and on and on. Sometimes losing his balance and falling. Other times being pushed underwater, with his mouth held open, and forced to accept one of their raging hard dicks. Choking when he came back up for air. His cries echoed around the pool as the water sloshed around them.
Elias found himself lost in how lovely Emilio looked, soaking wet. The black Speedo tight around his hips. His trim body fitting it perfectly. He looked like a diver off one of those cliffs in Mexico. He’d always thought that was one of the wildest, sexiest things he’d ever seen, and now he had a guy like that here to own and be owned. It was like a dream come true.
He motioned for Sinder to hold Emilio’s left arm and for Jude to take his right, then he kicked Walt, saying, “I know how much you love dick.”
With no more need of encouragement, Walt dove between Emilio’s legs and yanked the Speedo down from his crotch to reveal his flaccid penis. Then he got to work, doing everything he could to make him hard. The guy twisted away, cursing, so Kilo wrapped his arms around the man’s right thigh. Elias grabbed the other as he kicked Oren, next. “And you eat ass, right bitch?”
He and Kilo held Emilio prone in the water, Walt still sucking on him hard and heavy. Oren laughed and dove under to tear the Speedo at one of its seams, leaving it caught around Emilio’s other leg, then he grabbed the guy’s ass cheeks and rammed his tongue into his hole.
Emilio screamed bloody murder, thrashing and splashing and cursing as best he could, but he was unable to stop the assault. Their hands pinched his tits. Mouths kissed him. Teeth bit him. No matter what he tried to stop the onslaught, it continued and continued. And to his horror, the magic of Walt’s lips and his fingers milking his balls almost as hard as his shaft got his dick to growing...and growing...
Oren popped up for air then dove back down to continued digging his tongue into Emilio’s ass.
The others laughed and howled like wild dogs, joining Emilio’s cries. Sinder and Jude now sucked on his tits, using their tongues and teeth. Elias and Kilo mauled his thighs. Soon, Emilio lost all control of his body as it responded to the exquisite sensations shooting through him...and he drew close to firing.
Elias noticed and kicked Walt, saying, “Don’t get him off, yet. Take his leg.”
Elias handed Emilio’s leg over to Walt, saw Oren was having way too much fun, and shoved him away.
He broke the surface to Emilio’s right.
Elias positioned himself between his legs, his fat dick raging hard.
“C’mon, bitch,” he said to Oren, “eat a man.” Then he smacked his own ass in the water.
Oren smirked and dove back in as Elias shifted closer to Emilio. He grabbed Walt by the hair and pulled him close, saying, “Now, you suck every last drop from this motherfucker.”
Then he positioned his thick massive head against Emilio’s hole and pushed in.
Emilio shrieked and fought him. “No! Stop! You tear me in half!”
But Elias gripped his hips as he kept pushing into him, Kilo holding tight to his leg and waist, Walt holding his other leg as he sucked on him.
“Oh, you really are a virgin,” Elias all but purred, now pushing in and pulling out, not too heavy or too hard. He liked how Oren’s tongue kept working him. Then he leaned in to bite Walt’s ear, saying, “I want him to cum while I’m in him.”
Walt chuckled. Elias began rubbing deeper, into Emilio, loving every second of it as he groped his ass to hold him in place and pumped and shifted and pushed back against Oren’s tongue.
“Just like takin’ a new bitch in prison,” Elias growled as he went faster and faster. “You know how many I done? Can’t count that high.”
Emilio howled and wept and struggled. Blood stained the water. He finally stopped fighting, just grunted and whimpered in pain. His dick got harder and harder and harder under Walt’s insistent lips. He began to clench around Elias’ shaft, pulling tight, making the man nearly scream for joy as he pumped faster and faster. Sinder and Jude pinched Emilio’s nips and Walt sucked more and more intensely as Kilo caressed his belly and thighs. Oren reamed Elias like a madman, making him go even crazier with his anal assault on the guy until suddenly Emilio gasped and tensed and jolted and cried out and Walt moved back and held his dick straight...and he fired a long, hard stream of cum up and up, until it slowly, slowly fell back onto his face. Another shot up to fall on his chest and more onto his abs and into Elias’ hair.
Sinder and Jude laughed for joy at seeing his explosions...until Elias felt a wave of euphoria come screaming up from every part of his body, tripled in intensity by Oren’s tongue, and he slammed harder into Emilio and fired his load, grunting and growling like a wild animal, sloshing water everywhere, tinted even more red with blood as he pumped deeper and deeper into him, not stopping until he could take no more. Then slowly, slowly, slowly he let his arms encircle Emilio’s torso and draw him up completely from the water and away from Sinder and Jude and Kilo and Walt to embrace him like a lover, kissing his nips and his abs and his navel and his neck as his own dick slipped out of the guy’s ass, and finally, finally, he forced a kiss on him.
Emilio let him do as he wanted. Let his hands go where they wanted. Let Elias’ mouth stay on his mouth, rough and hungry, still. He was numb and blank. When Elias finally released him...he silently slid back into the water. Would have gone under, but Sinder took hold of him. Kept him afloat. Drew him close to caress him and kiss him. Then guided him to the pool’s ladder, draped him face down over it and ran his hands over the man’s rear, tenderly.
“Yeah, ain’t much there,” he said, “but damn, it’s pretty.”
He kissed each cheek. Took a little nibble of the skin. Sighed, deep down.
“Been a long time since I had one like this,” he murmured. “Smooth and soft and almost a virgin.”
His dick was raging, so he positioned it between Emilio’s legs and slowly pressed deep into him...and slowly pumped in and out of him.
Emilio whimpered but did not even try to squirm away. Instead, his hands gripped the bannisters to the ladder, tight and shaking, and he tried to hide his face behind one of the bars as he wept.
Walt and Kilo slipped over to join them, caressing Sinder’s ass and legs and back and nips and neck and head, kissing and pinching and fondling and groping.
Oren now used his tongue on Sinder’s anus, stroking himself as he toyed with the man’s balls, getting him ready...trying to time it to the just the right moment where he could take the next step and enter Sinder with his dick.
But suddenly the guy jolted and came inside Emilio and he pulled out and shoved Oren away. Then he grabbed Walt and forced him to suck the rest of his cum out of him. He laughed then grabbed Oren by the hair and shoved him to Walt’s other end, snarling, “Fuck him, bitch.”
By this point, Oren was too hard and ready to go, so he shrugged and shoved himself into Walt, and they did him up like a spit roast, keeping Walt underwater, only letting him pop up on occasion to gasp for air. Then Sinder came, again, as Oren fired into Walt.
While they enjoyed themselves, Jude took a turn inside Emilio, with more tenderness but still a near animalistic need to him, growling into his ear, “You love it, you love it, you love it, you know you do,” while fondling him and letting short sharp yelps of pleasure explode from him until he came.
Emilio said nothing. Just continued to weep.
Kilo was last. He rammed himself into Emilio, making him cry out, and clawed at his sides and around at his nips and bit his neck and back and shoulders and rammed him harder and harder and harder, finally pulling him off the ladder to hold him around his waist and float back, still pumping into him as he mauled him...until he shoved him off and shot his cum into the air like a geyser, howling for joy. Then he plunged back and underwater and swam to the other end of the pool and returned, like an Olympic champion.
When they finally dragged Emilio from the water, he was in shock. Barely responsive. They carried him into the adjoining shower, cut the remains of the Speedo off, and Sinder held him bent over...and forced him to take him in his mouth as the other guys washed him without an ounce of tenderness.
Elias stood back to watch, and had to smile, remembering all the times they’d taken a cute cocky white boy or full of shit Latin lover in the showers, in Matagorda. Newbies were the best. Virgins. usually. They never knew what to expect till it was all over and Walt had done his thing on them, as had Sinder. Then the pack had owned them. Like now. As Sinder came, again, and cum trailed down Emilio’s chin. Ah, the good times.
They finished washing Emilio then dried him, just as rough and hard. Elias finally pushed them aside and took him from them and caressed his whole body before tenderly picking him up, like he would a lover. The guy let the man carry him all the way into the Master Bedroom without a sound.
In there, they found Reuben crouched on the farthest corner of the bed. Still naked. Elias snorted and tossed Emilio next to him. He bounced against the headboard, still out of it, and wound up face down. Reuben just watched, shaking and unable to move.
Walt leaned against Elias’ chest, batting his eyes and doing a fake whine of, “Don’t I get somebody to fuck?”
Elias laughed and looked at Reuben, then shrugged a nod as he said, “Should’ve got dressed, bitch. Might’ve saved you till the mornin’.”
Walt whooped and jumped onto the bed to grab Reuben. The others joined him. Reuben tried to scramble away, then fight them, but six against one was overpowering. They yanked him to the foot of the bed, face up, and held his arms above him and spread his legs apart and let Walt suck on him until he was moaning from pleasure, despite himself...and finally let his cum spurt up and all over his belly and chest.
Then they yanked him back and flipped him face down onto the bed, beside Emilio, and held him there, spread eagle, as Walt slammed into him.
Reuben still struggled, but in a way that was vague and silent, as if he’d surrendered to the inevitability of his rape.
It didn’t take Walt long to unload. He growled and hissed and shoved into him as deep as he could, over and over and over. When he finally stopped, breathless, and pulled out, he muttered, “I been primed so hard for this since this mornin’. Oh, but there ain’t nothin’ like it. Nothin’.”
Then each of the others took their turn in Reuben, who continued to accept it, silently. By the time they were done, dawn had just begun to break.
Elias found handcuffs in a dresser drawer so chained both Emilio and Reuben to the headboard, lying facing each other, then he and the guys collapsed all over the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
No need to plan for tomorrow; they had a couple more days to play with these two.
But Elias had to admit, this had been a damn good start.
*****
The Sheriff arrived just after nine AM and peeked into the Master Bedroom. He saw eight naked men lying about, next to and on top of each other, a panoply of beautiful arms, legs, backs, torsos, asses, dicks and tattoos. He was actually glad they had enjoyed themselves.
The two caretakers came up and he asked, “Sleepin’ gas?”
Both caretakers nodded.
“The two that’re handcuffed, they need to be cleaned up, dressed an’ fed. They’re goin’ home, an’ I want ‘em awake when they go. I’ll give ‘em the low-down ‘fore their ride leaves. The rest...keep ‘em under; they’re goin’, as is. Driver’ll be here about two...two-thirty. Make sure they’re shackled.”
The caretakers nodded.
“The boy ready?”
The caretakers led him to the guest house, into a smaller version of the Master Bedroom. Theo was lying on the bed, unconscious, dressed in neat tan slacks, a burgundy silk shirt, funky socks and loafers, looking like nothing more than an adorable college kid taking a nap between classes.
“I heard from the airport,” the Sheriff said. “His flight’s ahead of schedule. He wasn’t touched, right?”
The caretakers shook their heads, no.
“Good. He should make our client real happy. Finish him up. I’ll take him with me.”
The first caretaker picked Theo up. The other opened an oblong box that looked like a coffin. It was cushioned and had a headrest. He was laid into it, tenderly, and the lid was latched on. They carried it to the Sheriff’s SUV and slipped it in the back. It just fit, with the rear seats down.
Then the Sheriff headed back into the house and allowed himself one last look into the Master Bedroom. He sighed. He really was sorry to see these boys go. They’d been good to work with, and he’d once actually considered using Walt to replace Hunter. But when he and Oren had raped those two boys, three weeks back, they’d jeopardized the whole Network. Would’ve been better if they’d killed them and buried them, in the desert. Or at least worn condoms and masks or balaclavas. But taking the son of a state senator and letting him see your face the whole time? When you have a goddamn record? DNA on file? And leaving his torn briefs in the back of a county van? That had GPS tracking?! That was too goddamned stupid to be allowed.
Now the FBI was searching for Oren and Walt. The Sheriff had been able to deflect it for a bit till they worked out how to handle the situation, but the only way to truly end it was to get rid of anyone they’d been associated with. Work it so it looked like they’d run off to Mexico. Because once shit like this gets caught in the flowing shit-stream of justice, it wouldn’t stop till it reached the Network...and that could not be allowed.
So now the Sheriff had to break in some new guys, and he hated the trouble it would take. The care in selection. A real pain in the ass.
He’d also have to figure out another way to get rid of Hunter without pissing anybody in the Network off. They liked his work. The merchandise he offered. He had good taste.
And didn’t he fucking know it?
Well...there was plenty of time for that, now that he was off to LA. Dealing with that whiny-ass Coordinator. Who didn’t like Hunter, either, but who did like the money he was helping them make...and who said he could keep an eye on him, in that town.
Yeah, good luck on that.
The Sheriff sighed. That’s the problem with this business. Once the cash gets good, you don’t wanna mess with it. You get lost in maintaining how good things are instead of planning for the future.
But maintenance was for losers, and the Sheriff was no fucking loser. He knew change was inevitable, and it was best to prepare for it. That’s what had kept him ahead of the game.
He let himself take one last look at the group of beautiful men slopped across the bed. The idea of what these men had done, last night, and knowing how much they had enjoyed themselves...and that it was all on video from a hundred different angles...he could almost understand being gay. Because there was something truly erotic about how these young vibrant bodies were so casually nestled against and on top of each other. Almost prurient...and at the same time, innocent. He actually felt sorry for having to send them to the arena.
But it was what it was, so the Sheriff headed on to his SUV.
“Ain’t like they’re my men, no more,” he thought. “They’re the Network’s.”
And that was just too damn bad.
