Now, I hadn’t forgotten that Dr. Captain and Helga treated Irin and myself like lab rats. It still dug at me, but I was able to put it aside till we had some stability. Which I felt we’d achieved once we had our passports and other documentation for our new identities.
Irin being smarter than me, he’d seen to it our new names somehow worked around what we called each other. Which I greatly appreciated. I liked being Dirc. It was butch, personal, and most people would spell it with a K instead of a C, so I was extra covered.
We set up checking and savings accounts with a couple of different banks and online. This made sure more of our money was covered by the FDIC...unless the MAGAts got rid of that, too.
The assholes. Thinking they’re wolves when they’re just hyena puppies of no merit who’d be killed off by their momma for being so fucking stupid. Take ‘em out of the gene pool.
That’s why over the next couple months I’d track down a guy I knew wore that red cap or had their bumper stickers and flags and shit in their super-duper-monster pickup trucks...the kind where you need a stepladder to get in because their tires are so fucking big.
Caught my best one outside Sun Valley, just after dark. A big, blond buck in tight jeans, worn t-shirt, boots and that fucking red cap, strutting across a street from where he’d parked a flatbed truck. He was beefier than the Beast wanted from me, but the way his ass rocked those jeans, even under just a nearby city light, I knew I’d be okay.
So I drove on up, parked in a way to block his direction and popped the trunk lid. Then as he was going into meltdown mode I hopped out and grabbed a wrist. He yelped, scrambled back and fell on his ass, so I flipped him over and whipped packing tape around his wrists so fast he couldn’t even think of trying to stop me. He howled at me, but I slapped another strip of tape around his mouth a couple times and shut that down.
Then I slapped his ass, which felt really nice, and did a quick wrap around his ankles. He bucked and tried to argue, but I picked him up by his belt and loaded him into the trunk. Took me twenty...thirty seconds, max.
I mean, with all my practice, I’ve gotten to where I am really fast with that.
Of course he was kicking and growling and twisting around as Ii slammed the lid down, but I’d shored the trunk up so he was in more of a box then the full trunk. Much quieter and no chance of damaging anything.
Now this guy, man...he looked nice all bound up, like he was. Perfect legs, that ass, and his chest puffed out under his t-shirt, but he needed a bath before anything could happen. Not the first time I’d had to deal with that, so I was ready.
I sped west into Red Hill, and once I was out of sight of the farthest houses stopped, pulled out a couple gallon containers of water and bar of soap, and dragged him from the trunk. He was cursing and spitting as best he could around the gag, and twisting to try and get away from me. Didn’t do him a bit of good.
I straddled his thighs, ripped open his nice tight jeans, tore away his BVDs to reveal him, and splashed some water on his dick and balls. They weren’t the greatest-looking, but I figured I could still work with them. Little soap. Pulled back his foreskin to see I was right about him needing a wash so did that, too. Fondled his balls a lot, which made him almost squeal with a mixture of horror and anger.
Then I dried him off...and got down to sucking on him and pinching his tits through his t-shirt. Oh, yeah, he had a nice pair of pecs up there. So nice, I had to tear the shirt open so I could really inspect them. And I was not disappointed. I spent a fair amount of time kissing and licking and sucking on his cute pink tits as well as running my chin through the hair on his chest.
It took me a few minutes to get him hard, and he struggled every second of it, building up a need in me, for him. There is nothing I love more than the feel of a man fighting me, shifting and twisting under me, cursing at me even though he’s well-gagged. Gives me even more impetus to get him going. Yank on him harder. Use my fingers in ways I’m sure he never knew could be done.
Soon there was some form to him, and his dick grew to where it wasn’t so bad-looking. Straight, round, fat, not all that long but with a good head that almost glistened, now it was clean. He fit just right into my mouth and my tongue made more than mere love to him. It was a steady form of torture meant to drive him crazy. And it sounded like everything was going to plan, the way he grunted and groaned. Still, it took a bit of time sucking on him, licking him, juggling his balls and playing with his tits to get him to tense up and clench his ass and shove deeper into my mouth and cum.
Not a huge amount but...it shut him up. Well, shut him down so he was just gulping and whining.
I caressed his chest, for a while, and his abs and around his groin, making him almost weep from the beauty of the sensations I was forcing on him. Then I flipped him onto his belly, yanked his jeans to the middle of his thighs...and...
Fucking skid marks in his briefs? Shit! Literally. Why can’t men just wipe their fucking asses? That meant I had to do some more washing, dammit. So I made it as invasive as I could, using a rag from the car and tossing it away the moment I was done. Then I washed my hands. Twice. But now he was totally clean, and I plunged in without even so much as spit for lube.
He howled in pain and bucked at me, wild and crazy, pulling on me like he meant it, tight and lovely and in and out and in and out and making me cum a lot faster than I wanted to.
And then he was gone. Again, before I’d even pulled out.
But, hey...that diamond brought in eighty-two K.
Which made Irin happy and George almost giggle.
Unfortunately...the Reno/Carson City area did not have the huge population of LA, so one of the news stations caught on to the surprising number of men who had vanished, recently. Including the guy I’d had a couple days before.
I don’t know what the big deal was; we hadn’t even taken twenty of them, yet. But that meant publicity. Something we did not need.
So Irin and I just went farther afield to find guys we needed, to minimize notice after that news broadcast. We found Tahoe was good for hunting, as were Truckee and Silver Springs.
And it was still going well...
Until a month later, when George heard something from one of his guys in Reno.
“Feds’re nosin’ ‘round with your pictures,” he snarled. “Both of you. Askin’ if they seen you. State cops with ‘em. We got a situation, here?”
“Probably,” said Irin. “Diamonds passin’ through okay?”
George got his wary look on. “So far. Just the usual BS.”
“You know anybody in Antwerp?”
The old fuck almost laughed. “I ain’t sayin’ yes or no.”
Which meant yes.
“George,” Irin said with a deep sigh. “We’ll probably need to leave, but I still want you to handle the diamonds...”
George shook his head. “Brussels is too hard-assed about bringin’ diamonds in unless you got provenance out the ass.”
“We wouldn’t be bringin’ ‘em in.”
“Oh. Well. You got a stash in the EU?”
“I’m not sayin’ yes or no.”
Which made George laugh. “Meanin’ yes. Okay. I still get my cut, right?”
Irin shrugged. “Make us your agents to them, and yeah.”
I was about to growl but then Irin asked, “Do you know who it is lookin’ for us? Pictures, maybe?”
“My jeweler in Reno got some on his surveillance. Here’s a printout. Screen grab. Asked me if I knew ‘em.”
I almost yelped for joy. “I know one.”
It was Dr. Captain with two other guys, one an MP, the other a deputy sheriff. Both of buff and trim, which would make the Beast very happy.
Which made me happy.
Irin recognized him, as well. “You think Helga’s with them?”
I smiled at George, asking, “Anyone mention a big, bad, butch female asking around?”
“Second,” George said, then he whipped out his cell phone and speed-dialed somebody. “Tommy, when I talked to you ‘bout those assholes nosin’ ‘round, was any of ‘em female? ... What’d X say? ... Yeah, he’s a sick fuck but... ... Oh, shit. Keep the word goin’. We don’t know nothin’ ‘bout nobody, nowhere and...what? ... That little fuck! ... I don’t care, he didn’t know. Little fuck. He should’a known. I’ll deal with him. ... Yeah, thanks.”
He took a moment to compose himself.
“Guy at a pawn shop, up in Reno, got hit on by some bitch in a uniform. Got him worked up before showin’ him those headshots. He said he’d seen you drivin’ ‘round, but that’s it.”
“That’s enough,” I said, “for those people.”
He nodded. “Nobody knows you’re stayin’ with me, so you’re both gone. Now. Got it? I do not need shit from the Feds.”
Irin nodded. “Text me who we contact in Antwerp.”
George went to his kitchen drawer and pulled out two cheap-ass cell phones. He handed one to Irin. “On this. Nobody knows this number. And mine ends in 03. Got that?”
“Got it,” I said. Then Irin and I went into our room, to pack.
Which I let him do, since we were taking all our clothes and shit. I went online, started up two new online bank accounts, and transferred all but a thousand dollars from our local banks into them. Then it hit me...we had over one-point-six million.
“Shit, Irin, you keeping track of this?”
He looked over my shoulder, and I could see him nod, thanks to his reflection in the screen.
I continued with, “We still doing an LLC?”
“Not now. We need to get out of the country...”
“Do we?”
He turned me to look at him. He was way beyond exasperated. “Dirc, they’re closin’ in on us, and I do not want to go back to those fuckin’ rooms.”
“Me, neither, but once we start running we can’t stop.”
“So what d’you think we oughta do? Buy a house in the suburbs with a picket fence and make like a Fifties sitcom? Or else a penthouse suite overlookin’ Lake Tahoe and act like we’re free and clear?”
“I think we should take care of them before they find us.”
He looked at me as if I was crazy as fuck. “That’s the dumbest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard. We don’t even know how many of ‘em there are!”
“But we do know what four of ‘em look like. And I think Dr. Captain would make the Beast very happy...as would his buddies, and...”
“One of them’s female. Boss don’t want them.”
“She could just disappear.”
He hesitated, considering it. Because she’d done to him everything she’d done to me, and for that I’d happily rip her fucking head off. But he shook his head.
“I-I-I can’t see that workin’. White woman vanishes, the media freaks out and it’s national news...and...and...”
“Okay, she’d dead and Dr. Captain killed her. Raped her. I can set that up. People’ll believe it.”
“But the other two...”
“I’ll provide them to the Beast, in front of dear doctor. Let him watch.”
“Dirc, this is fucking crazy! I can’t go along with it.”
“Then we kill ourselves.”
“WHAT?!”
“Ask the Beast for clones. Crash the car and burn them up.”
That actually made him stop and think. “But that means we lose everything, again...”
“You got any better ideas?”
“You mean other than running?”
I shrugged a yes...then a wild thought hit me. “What if they need us to be free and clear?”
“Need us...WHAT!?”
“Yeah. What if we get to be too important to them for them to do anything to us? Maybe even bring us offerings.”
He turned back to packing. “You’re fuckin’ with me...”
“No, no, think about it. Russia’s an asshole country fucking around with everybody. Bombing hospitals and schools and homes in cities everywhere. Messing with elections. And what does the world do in answer? Bullshit. Just wag their fingers and say something stupid like, That’s not nice. Why? Oil. They need Russia’s oil to be on the market to keep prices down.”
Irin rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Dirc, we’re not on the same level as Russia.”
“I know, I know, it’s just an example.” The idea was building in me and I was getting really excited about it. “Now look at China, all the shit they pull.”
“Again, a country, not a couple of guys...”
“But I heard once that...that they’re got some kind of earth everybody needs to make cell phones and shit...”
“Oh, yeah...um...” He whipped out his cell phone and did some quick research. “Rare earth...but it’s not that rare; it’s just hard to get.”
“Okay...what about something like platinum. That’s worth more than gold and...”
“No, Dirc, that’s...that's crazy and it couldn't possibly work because we don't...we...that’s...hold on...” He did some more digging on his phone, and after a moment he got a look on his face that told me my idea was bearing fruit. “Iridium,” whispered from him. “And Rhodium...and Palladium...not extremely high value but...but rare and...wait...”
He bolted from the room, calling, “George, you got anybody in precious metals?”
I scurried after him and heard George snarl, “Fuck no! Ain’t worth the fuckin’ trouble. Why?”
“Nothin’,” said Irin. “Just thought maybe I could get some platinum.”
“Stick with diamonds, Irin. Safer.”
Irin nodded then spun around and shoved me back into our room.
“George is an idiot,” he murmured. “Yeah, diamonds bring more immediate cash, but they don’t protect you. However...if we could work up a steady supply of rare earth minerals like rhodium and palladium and ruthenium, and we could keep it flowin’, you might be right. No one’ll want to cut the supply. These things are used in electronics, cars, solar panels, space ships, all kinds of things. I’ll need to talk to the Boss...see what he can do.”
“You so sure it’s a he?”
“I dunno. It’s just easier to think so. I’m next in the supply chain, right?”
He knew that. “...Yeah...”
“Okay...I’ll need your help on that one. Grab one as perfect as we can.”
“You got it. You know I love to watch you work.”
He giggled. “Why don't you get us a room in some nice, quiet, cheap hotel? Edge of town. Low-key. In Reno. Give me a chance to talk to the Boss.”
“You want me to chime in?”
“Lemme see how it goes. Just keep close by, okay? The Boss may want to talk to...”
Both of you. What are you planning?
Irin looked like he was thinking but I wasn’t hearing anything except...
I am unfamiliar with these minerals.
Beast, I can’t hear Irin.
That's when his voice whispered in with...Can’t you locate them in...?
One moment.
Irin and I looked at each other and then...
A small rock appeared on the bed, silvery, egg-shaped and smooth with a couple of jagged spots.
This is from a comet we have tracked in recent times. Is this what you request?
I dunno. I...maybe. I gotta find a way to test it.
These are of less use to me that the stones you refer to as diamonds. How many should I use for payment?
Irin picked the stone up. “Whoa, this is a least two pounds.” Then he thought, Let’s say three, to meet the value of the diamonds.
The remainder will be upon delivery.
So be it. Any requests?
Both of you take him.
That made me smile and think, As you will.
Because I knew exactly who to do it to.
Dr. Captain.
