Okay, the first thing I did was find a nice cheap motel near the airport and arrange for a downstairs unit at the far end of the building. Irin and I left all of our things in the 300, except for a change of clothes, toiletries and laptops. George had given us the name of the guy approached by Helga, so he'd be our first stop in the morning. See if he had any idea where she was staying, because the boys would probably be in the same hotel.
Now the room we were in made Motel 6 look high class, but the bed was nice enough, it had a tub in the bathroom, and the WiFi was decent. I wasn’t crazy about the smell of it, but a stick of incense fixed that. If we were going to stay more than a couple days, though, I wanted to sage the place, bigtime.
But...and this is the best part of this place...it accepted cash for payment. I had to prepay for our reserved time, plus a hundred bucks deposit, but that kept us below the radar. Of course, the worst part is it wasn’t exactly the best of neighborhoods. There was even a tailer park, nearby.
And sure enough, about three a-m I woke to the sound of someone messing with the 300.
Irin heard it, too, and rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ idiots.”
I got up, just in sleeping shorts, and went outside as Irin sat up in the bed. I was barefoot, but after making it through that cave without shoes a little dust and dirt on a cracked pavement was nothing. I was so quiet, the guy trying to get the 300’s trunk open didn’t hear me till I was right on him.
I whipped an arm around his neck and he yelped, then I slapped my hand over his mouth and dragged him into the room. It wasn’t till we were inside that Irin turned on a light and we got a good look at the guy.
Latino. Tight and trim. Shorter than me. In a sloppy button up shirt, jeans and sneakers. Face hidden by a hoodie. Fighting like he thought he knew how to get free.
“Nice legs,” said Irin. “Pull the hoodie off.”
I kept my arm around his neck as I slid my hand up over his face to shove the hoodie back, saying, “He feels nice...”
The guy was trying to choke out some threats or please or something, but my arm was too tight.
“What time is it?” asked Irin.
“After three.”
“So it’s tomorrow.”
I sighed, knowing what he was planning. Feed the Beast. “I was hoping...”
“I know. But it may take longer than we expect and this guy handles our obligation. Then we can take our time...sneak in on whoever we want.”
I did like the way this guy was struggling. He didn’t seem to have much ass, but enough to work with. I slipped my hand down to feel up his pecs, and they were full. He’d been working out. Next, I felt up his crotch, making him gasp and fight even harder...to my dick’s joy.
“Doesn’t seem like a lot’s there,” I said, “but if you wanna, I’m game.”
Irin got out of bed, full naked. “Tape’s in the car.”
“Improvise.”
He grabbed his dirty shirt and tore it into strips, then tied a knot in one of the long-sleeves to use as a gag.
The guy wasn’t struggling as much. Seeming weaker and without focus. So Irin had no problem forcing the knot into his mouth and tying it. He then used strips of the shirt to bind the guy’s hands in front of him and finally his feet, at the ankles.
I dropped him onto the bed. He was gasping in air.
“Shit, Dirc, you almost killed him,” Irin said. “Don’t you know how to do a proper choke hold? Him dyin’ wouldn’t have worked well.”
I just shrugged. But I had to admit, he did look nice, lying across the bed like he was. Rolling a little. Showing he had a bit more ass than I’d thought. His legs actually very cool-looking and slightly parted, thanks to his ankles being crossed. Him dying before we had fun would have been a waste.
Then I said, “You want front or back to start?”
“I wanna see what he’s got, first.”
I nodded, grabbed a strip of the shirt and bounced onto the bed. By this time my dick was roaring hard and obvious under the shorts. So was Irin’s, without clothing to give it a hint of modesty.
I yanked the guy’s arms over the side of the bed and tied him to the frame. He was almost back to struggling in full, and starting to kick and nearly howl, so Irin took the last of the torn shirt and bound his ankles to the other side of the frame.
As he did that, I straddled the guy’s belly and tore open his shirt. Smooth pecs with soft, oval tits. No hair. Shit. I liked hair on a guy’s chest. I still pinched and tickled his tits and even bent down to suck on his left one. Which made him let out a howl that was on the loud side.
So I grabbed a pillow and held it over his face for fifteen seconds, then lifted it, bent down and whispered, “You yell, again? I’ll smother you.”
He was shaking his head, No, and his eyes were big and wide, but he didn’t yell, again. Just started whimpering and formulating words like “Please, no...” and “Just let me go” and “Don’t, I’m not this way” and the like.
I heard Irin pull his zipper down so shifted around to watch him yank the guy’s jeans down his hips, revealing a pair of cheap boxers, then tear those open to let the guy’s dick flop up and out. I reached over to tickle his pubes as Irin fondled his balls. He was uncut, of course.
“You think we need to wash him?”
Irin pulled back his foreskin and shook his head. “I’ll start here,” he said, almost enamored of the guy’s dick. Then he started pulling on what he was holding. Licking him. Sucking in his balls while he kept stroking him and pulling and kissing and using his fingers in ways that always drove me wild, making the guy squirm and gasp and try to beg him not to do all that.
That meant I got his ass. So I rolled the guy onto his side and began feeling him up. Not a bubble butt; just a nicely shaped one. I worked his jeans down along with his really ugly boxers to reveal it.
He did not like that at all. He started twisting and trying to turn away from me, but Irin had too good a hold of his dick. I got to mauling his cheeks in every way I wanted. Appreciating the smooth skin. Light tan line. I pulled off my shorts and used them to wipe his hole, but it seems he kept himself pretty clean, so I dug in with my tongue.
Oh, did that make him jolt and squeal. I actually heard Irin gag, for a second.
“Jeez, Dirc, a little warning...”
I just chuckled and kept rimming the guy. I’ve found that no matter what a man says about being straight and a pussy hound and never even thought about sex with a guy, once my tongue was diddling his ass, and I was stroking his dick, he’d get hard as a rock and was ready to become the biggest faggot that ever was. This guy who’d thought he could rip me and Irin off was no exception, and I loved having that power over a man.
He stopped squirming as much. His ass cheeks tried to clench around me, but I was holding them open. Little grunts and groans of startled pleasure kept coming out of him, growing with intensity. He started moving with what I figured was Irin’s rhythm while sucking on him. His gasps were faster and more frequent. His whimpering closer to sensual. He began pushing at Irin and finally...finally...he jolted and jerked and pushed forward and fired his cum into Irin’s mouth. Over and over, like he hadn’t cum in months. Holding for a second then firing, again and again. Shit, this guy had a lot laid up.
When he stopped, Irin rose to his full height and I could see his dick was well-primed to go. So I rolled the guy onto his belly and spread his cheeks.
He realized what I was doing and began to buck and twist at me, but Irin was ready. He tore the guy’s jeans lower, straddled his thighs, used his right hand to aim his very nice dick, and plunged into him.
Hard. In every meaning of the word.
The guy howled, but I’d lubricated him well enough so Irin could slide in. And I sat on the guy’s back as Irin pumped in and out and in and out. But only for a couple of minutes before he unloaded into him.
And he kissed me.
And I pinched his tits.
As he pumped another load into him.
But this time, the guy didn’t vanish.
No, the Beast wanted us both inside of him.
Which I was up for.
Of course, Irin was spent. Completely. He rolled off the guy and onto the bed, his calves propped up on the guy’s butt.
“Fuck...Dirc...fuck...”
“I think that’s what you just did.”
“I ruined him for you...didn’t I?”
“No fucking way. Watch a master at work.”
“Master-baiter?”
I chuckled then rolled the guy onto his back, letting Irin’s legs stay on his belly. His dick was softening but still of a decent size.
“So he was a grower,” I said.
“Yeah,” Irin said. “Yeah. And the sweetest cum.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Then I got to sucking on the guy’s dick, pulling at his balls with one hand while sneaking little pinches on his tits with the other.
The guy just shook his head No, no, no.
I kept working him, using every trick I knew. Every touch. Every aspect of a man’s crotch to get him up, again. And sure enough, he started growing.
Irin finally roused himself enough to take over playing and kissing and diddling the guy’s tits, for me, so I concentrated on his dick and balls and pubes and thighs...and soon I found out why Irin had choked; his head was outsized for his shaft.
I kept at him and kept at him and kept at him, and he almost seemed to be whining as got closer and closer and then...
Then he came.
Not a lot. Couple spurts. And Irin was right, it did taste nice.
Then I rolled him onto his belly, and caressed his ass. His thighs. His back. Pulling his hole open a bit and then gliding in so smoothly.
So lovely a feeling as he surrounded my dick.
I went slow on him. All the way in. Almost all out. All the way in. Almost all out. Not wanting it to end, even as every part of my body screamed go, go, go...
He wasn’t moving. His face was buried in the covers.
Irin was pulling at my tits, adding to the fire in me. He leaned in to kiss me. And I started to whimper.
And pump faster.
And faster.
And faster...faster...faster...
And I exploded inside of him.
Over and over and over. I could not stop pumping or ejaculating. It was out of my control. More and more and more.
Until I ran out of breath and almost fainted and rolled off the guy...
And he was gone.
And in his place were five gleaming silver rocks.
I couldn’t move. The sensations of what had just happened were too tender to even think of doing anything but stare at the ceiling.
I knew Irin was lying beside me, shaken. He murmured, “Dirc, what does it mean that...that when I shot my wad inside that guy...I think I saw heaven.”
I couldn’t think of what to say.
He continued with, “I know...what we’re doin’...it’s rape. An’ I don’t...I don’t care. They don’t matter...not to me. So when I’d fuck ‘em, it was just a job.”
That made me chuckle. “Like porn? Making porn.”
He huffed a near laugh. “Yeah. Fuckin’ them ain’t the same as fuckin’ with you. You matter to me. You always will. But this time. Sharin’ you with that guy.”
“No...we shared him. You shared him with me.”
“We did, didn’t we? Shared him. An’ it was so goddamn fuckin’ great. I felt a deeper connection...”
“Oh, shit, Irin,” I chuckled, “you think this was a kumbaya moment?”
“You didn’t see it, huh? You didn’t feel it?”
I managed to move my hand to find his and hold it, gently.
“I don’t see things like you do. I don’t feel them like you do. I just...know something in me changed. I knew it when the Beast brought me back to life. When it pulled me off that prison bus. Left me alone in that room...I thought it abandoned me but now? Now...in reality...it was testing me and I proved I could do whatever was needed. You’ve shown it, too; you just see it different.”
“I don’t understand...”
“You don’t need to.” I was able to turn my head and look at him. His beautiful face and eyes and lips and neck and body and even the shape of his head. “We’re one, now. You and me. From now on, we share and share alike. We provide for the Beast because we are the Beast. And it provides for us because we are its shield. Its protection...from the likes of Dr. Captain and Helga.”
He rolled closer to me and lay his head on my chest. I shifted closer to him and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling more alive than I ever had.
“So what do we do next?” he asked, soft and easy.
It took me a moment to ask, “Irin...what are your thoughts about those two?”
He sighed and ran his fingers through the hair on my chest.
“Nothin’,” he said. “I know I hated ‘em for what they did to me. And you. And probably did to others, like us. But now? Now I feel nothin’ towards ‘em.” He chuckled. “It’s be like hatin’ an ant that just stung you.”
I nodded. I wasn’t thinking so much as feeling my comments, now. “They aren’t worthy of our hate. They’re now...they’re just a portal to our new life. No, not they. I still consider her a danger...but him? We could make him one of us. And use him to pave our way forward.”
He looked at me, his chin still resting on my chest. “You trust him?”
“Like I’d trust a snake. So if it doesn’t work out, we can just make him the next submission. You and I. Sharing.”
He rubbed his face over the hair on my pecs, sighing, “Whither thou goest...”
I kissed the top of his head and whispered, “So goest I.”
I could just see dawn breaking past the window’s blinds.
It was going to be a banner day.
