“Combo?” I asked.
“You wish, bitch.” It was Piper’s voice.
“He’s busy with your buddy.” And that was Hasan.
I noticed the lights were on and both of them were on top of me—Piper holding my hands over my head and Hassan holding my legs together. He tied something around my ankles while Piper leaned in to give me a long, sloppy kiss.
The stupid little fucks. Did they think they could rape me?
Piper was in a pair of running shorts and what I think was one of those designer jocks that did nothing but show off your ass, with a wife-beater, while Hassan was in cargo shorts and a loose Hawaiian shirt. They looked so fucking cute, now that I was paying attention to them. Both with nice pecs, not overly developed, and trim legs. What did Irin call them? Colt legs? Not much meat but nice form. I could finally see they were really more like early Gen Z than Millennial.
Oh, I struggled a little, to let them think they were in control. Even let them tie my hands to a loop at the top of the mattress. I knew the playbook, and through the whole thing they were giggling with anticipation. Like a couple of kids.
When they were done binding me, Piper tore my shirt open, almost all the way. Then he shifted back to kneel on the bed while Hasan stood to my left, gazing upon me and breathing hard through his smile.
“He’s gonna be so much fuckin’ fun,” he muttered.
They hadn’t gagged me, so I felt it only fair to warn the little fucks, “You really don’t wanna do this.”
In answer, Piper fondled me through the bottoms...then found the seam and tore it open to reveal my dick and balls. Hasan knelt by the bed and began to suck on my left tit.
I pretended to hate it, but inside I was having the time of my life. Hasan’s lips and tongue and teeth were making me feel everything I’d ever felt, when deciding to take a guy. Then Piper began sucking on my dick, his hands whispering over my belly and along my sides. In seconds, I was hard and ready to let go. But he pulled back and focused on licking and kissing and sucking on my balls. Which brought close to nirvana...
He tore the bottoms even more so his fingers could play with the hair on my thighs as Hasan leaned across me to start on my right tit.
Jesus Christ, it all felt so fucking glorious, and I was growing a little crazy, so I decided to move things along, saying, “Okay...okay...but I don’t suck dick. I don’t suck dick.”
That made Hasan laugh, crawl up on the bed, unzip his cargo shorts and pull out a nice hard-on. Nothing really memorable about it except he was cut and decent-sized and clean. I’d have liked to have it under any circumstances.
“Here,” he said as he pressed it to my lips. I tried to move away but he held my head and called, “Piper.”
His buddy shifted up to beside him and forced my mouth open. Then Hasan slipped his dick inside.
I acted like I was choking.
Then started sucking. And used every trick in my book to get him off as soon as I could.
He seemed taken aback at my aggression, but didn’t try to stop me.
Piper noticed and said, “Man, he fuckin’ loves your dick.”
Hasan whimpered then began to clench and push and pump into my mouth and I kept my lips and tongue going hard on him, more and more and more, until he jolted and let loose, straight down my throat.
He sat back on his haunches, breathless and shaken.
I grunted, “No more. Please.”
Piper laughed and shoved him aside, pulled his own dick up over the waistband of his shorts and jock, and pushed it past my lips. He was smaller and not quite as pretty, with discoloration on his shaft, but I still did to him exactly what I’d done to Hasan. Struggled. Semi-fought. But got him to the brink so fucking fast, it’s like we were done in less than a minute.
Of course, both times...I swallowed. It's part of the ritual.
They sat there on the bed, kind of shaken up. I acted like I was in shock so I didn’t have to say anything.
Finally, Hasan began caressing my body. Almost tenderly...and very erotically. My dick was obviously hard and ready, so he let himself drift down to it and begin to kiss it. Lick it. Stroke up and down on it with his lips.
Piper came up to kiss me, again, his right hand caressing my chest. “That was nice,” he said. “We’ll do it, again, before we let you go.”
I deliberately gulped and let my voice quiver as I asked, “Are you gonna fuck me? I don’t like being fucked...so please...don’t do it.”
He leaned back, guided Hasan’s head away from my crotch and forced me to roll over, and tore my wife-beater off my right shoulder. Hasan chuckled and tore the bottoms away from my ass. He caressed my cheeks, saying, “Lovely...lovely...”
Then he dove in to rim me!
That was a shock and brought an honest yelp from me. And felt so fucking wonderful. Shit, that boy knew how to use his tongue. Kissing my hole. Blowing on it. Letting his tongue dart up to it and around it. I nearly fucking blew my wad, right then and there.
Okay, I was getting too damn close to losing control, so I used my ass to bump Hasan back then jolted up to kneel on the bed and ripped the loop away from its fastenings to the mattress. I smacked Piper with my two hands then used my teeth to yank the rope’s semi-knot open to free my hands.
Hasan jumped up at me but I grabbed him and we rolled off the bed to hit the floor. It hurt, but now he was the one struggling to get away from me...and I was loving it.
I kicked Piper in the face, again, stunning him, then slammed Hasan over the side of the bed. My feet were still tied so I shoved his legs apart, yanked his cargo shorts down and rammed myself into him, full-force. He howled and bucked at me, but I had no intention of taking my time, here. I pumped into him two...three...four times...and on the fifth one fired up his ass.
And he vanished...once again, before I got my dick out of him.
Piper was still stunned, so I got the ropes off my ankles, picked him up and threw him on the bed. Then I tore his shorts away but left on that stupid little jock. I tore his wife-beater open, flipped his legs up over my shoulders, held him down by his shoulders, and pushed into him, this time slow and easy.
He wiggled and shoved back at me and tried to stop it, but soon I was all the way up to the hilt, and I went at him easy and long. Slow in. Slow out. Slow in. Slow out. Over and over and over. I kissed his nice-enough nips. Sucked on them. Bit them. Not a lot to work with, there, but enough to matter.
He shook his head and fought me, but soon was just letting it happen. Grunting and moaning and grimacing as I got rougher and rougher.
I finally let myself go and came...and this overwhelming sense of beauty and peace swept through me. Every atom in my being tingled. I felt as if all was right and good with the world. No aches. No pains. No fears. Just a form of heaven.
Then with him, I pulled out before he vanished.
Now both of them gone...
And on the bed was a pair of nice, square-cut diamonds, gleaming in the harsh light.
I don’t know how long I stared at those things before I picked them up. Examined them. They looked so rich and lovely, but I don’t know anything about these rocks. I just set them on the nightstand and let my torn clothes drop to the floor.
I knew Irin could handle himself with Combo, so I had a nice, long, elegant shower...and felt like a million at the end of it. Got dressed in some designer duds and went into the main room.
I found Irin lounging in a chair by the fire, diagonal to George, who looked like he was in shock.
And to no surprise, no Combo.
Irin saw me, grinned and patted the seat he was on. It would be a tight fit, but I wanted it to be, so I slid in next to him. Let him shift to where he was half-sitting across me in a lazy Pieta-style pose.
“You look back to normal,” he said, one eyebrow cocked.
I grinned and stretched, a little. “So do you.”
“Yeah...stupid little fucks thought they could double-team us. And George, good ol’ George...he thought it’d make some good video to sell to some special clients. So set it up.”
George managed to look over at Irin and me, scared, wary, sorry and ashamed, all at once.
“Of course,” Irin continued, “that was planned out before I showed him my diamond. Remember what I said about fucking yourself over?”
I chuckled and showed him the ones I’d gotten for Piper and Hasan.
Irin’s nearly dropped to the floor. “Two of ‘em? And so fuckin’ pretty.”
He took them straight to George, whose his eyes almost came alive at seeing them.
Then my guy said, “So what d’you think, George? This gonna make it all okay?”
The man accepted the diamonds, rose and went behind the bar. He pulled out a scale, a jeweler’s loupe, and a pair of tweezers. First he huffed on each one and looked closely at them.
“No fogging...” whispered from him.
He turned on a small lamp and looked closer at them.
“Couple incursions...too minor to matter...”
He filled a glass with water and dropped them in. They sank to the bottom, which made him happy. He then pulled out some kind of monitor and held it to each diamond for thirty seconds, and that made him even happier.
“Where you gettin’ these?” he asked.
“Need to know, George,” Irin said, smiling.
“Three cut diamonds, real and near perfect? Not fake! I gotta know where they come from to make the most off ‘em.”
I joined them, saying, “Make something up.”
“Can’t get a GIA Certificate, that way,” he shot back. “Not for stones as fine as this. Especially not for three. Were they in a setting?”
Irin cast me a glance that screamed, Play along, and said, “A tiara. Looked Russian, I think. But I can’t swear to it. Damn thing was falling apart.”
I chuckled and added, “Sounds Russian, to me.”
“Romanov,” said George, lost in thought. “That could work. Nice and unknown.”
“Can your boy in Reno handle these?” asked Irin.
George snorted. “Naw, way over his head. These two're big diamonds. Twelve carats, each. And that one you had? Nine carats. I know a guy in New York. Shop near Rock Center. He could.”
“So what’s the dollar?”
“I dunno. Sixty or seventy-five each, for you. But I gotta see if he’s up for it. I’ll head over, tomorrow.”
That perked me up. I cast Irin a wary glance and said, “We can’t fly...”
“Won’t need to,” he replied.
“...Irin...”
He cut me off by showing me the latest iPhone, saying, “Oh, Dirc, I should show you this. George set it up for me.”
Which brought George's wary expression back.
The screen had a video on it.
Of the bedroom where the boys had been staying. The bed not made. Clothes and backpacks strewn about.
And Combo holding Irin from behind and forcing him in.
My guy was struggling as he said, “Wait, wait, I’m not up for this...”
“Bullshit,” Combo snarled. “I saw the looks you was castin’ me, all night. Truth is, I wanted to fuck you the second I saw you. Real man, not like those fuckin’ twinks.”
Then he pinched Irin’s tits through his shirt. My guy grimaced and tore himself away, trying to get around him to the door, saying, “Yeah, yeah, they’re kind of too much, but...uh, but don’t you like Dirc?”
Combo grabbed him by one arm and threw him onto the bed. “No tatts. Real turn-off. Why not? Got good skin for ‘em.”
“He...uh, he don’t like needles.”
“Yours is hot. Nice little sleeve, there.”
“Listen, Combo, I don’t think this is...”
“Shut up!” The man jumped on Irin and slammed one hand over his mouth while the other went to my guy’s crotch. “You’re up for it. I can tell. Nobody's gonna bug us. Those twinks're on their second bottle of wine and talkin' to George. An' your wimpy boy's asleep. We got time. Somethin’ quick and dirty.”
Irin’s finally managed to say, “Fine! Fine. But lemme suck on you, first. I love dicks, and you got a nice one. Give it a little worship. Little oral lube.”
I chuckled. There was no fear in his voice.
Combo all but purred as he rose to kneel before him. The camera cut to another angle to show him pulling his dick out. It was sloping, nice and lovely, but my bet was he’d be done in three little pumps. Still, he did look good...even if he had shaved off all his pubes and...hell, all of his body hair. Which always struck me as creepy. I hadn’t really noticed that on the earlier video...
Irin sat up and wrapped his right hand around the guy’s dick, light and easy, and rolled his balls with his left, then leaned in to kiss the head. Whispered his lips over it. Licked at it with little flickers.
Combo groaned and clenched. Put his hands on Irin’s head, mingling his fingers in my guy’s hair.
Irin slipped over the whole of him and let his hands drift around to behind him to shift his pants down and grasp his cheeks. Massage them. I could see them clench as Irin sucked harder and faster.
“Not so fast...” Combo murmured. “Not so fast...gonna cum...”
He tried to pull away but Irin had a good grip on him, and kept working him until he jolted and pushed and fired down my guy’s throat.
“Oh, fuck...oh, fuck...oh, fuck...” growled from him.
To which I sneered, “If you insist...”
Then Irin grabbed him behind the neck and slammed him face-down on the bed and hopped up to lie on him. He yanked his dick out and nestled it neatly between the cheeks of Combo’s ass.
The guy jolted and tried to shove my guy off, saying, “No, no, I don’t do that, no!”
Irin whipped an arm around his neck and shoved his face into the covers, snarling, “You do, tonight, bitch.”
Somehow, there was a closeup of his dick finding the man’s hole without any help and shoving itself into him, and he screamed...well tried to. And God-DAMN, was it fucking hot to see. Combo’s arms waved and his legs kicked in ways that really got me going, they looked so lovely from the angles used. But without question, Irin was in control, and was not going to be stopped.
“Shit, was he tight,” said Irin to me. “Like a virgin, oooh, fucked for the very first time. And how I loved the feel of him wrapped around me. Having him struggle under me. I fucked him hard and fast and furious, and I came within a minute.”
Exactly as was seen, onscreen.
And Combo vanished.
“Debt paid,” said Irin. Then he looked straight at George and added, “And no need for anyone to know what happened here.”
“I told you,” snarled George, “I dropped ‘em all back in Reno. No idea what happened, after that.”
It was obvious he wasn’t cowed all that much by our quiet blackmail. He was more interested in the money he could make off the future diamonds we could bring him. The disappearance of three guys who’d come to his house? That would be easy to handle.
That’s when it hit me...we now had a path forward. Not making do or jumping from situation to situation, but a clear road ahead, aiming straight for a world of our own making.
Son-of-a-bitch, we were back on track, Irin and me.
We were in control, again.
And my first order of business, once we were set? Finish up with Dr. Captain and Helga.
