Irin and I slept till noon, then shared a shower, got dressed in our nicest clothes, had some quick papas at a nearby restaurant, then hit the pawn shop about three, looking for a guy named Lon. George said he’d been working at the place since graduating high school, three years earlier...only to find Lon hadn’t been in for a couple of days.
“It’s like he vanished,” said the owner, a short round guy who shall remain nameless. “Even went by his apartment and nothin’. Nobody’s seen him. It’s spooky, after that bullshit in the news. Nice kid, too. Kinda quiet but nobody had a problem with him. That I know of.”
I talked him into showing us the video of Lon from the last day he was here, and he actually looked trim and sweet. Not buff or beefy, like the guys Irin and I usually targeted, just young and uncertain, a bit hunched over, like he’d been beaten down.
A lot.
It was at the 4pm mark when Helga appeared, wearing a sleek Army pantsuit, all styled up and a foot taller than him. I bet she weighed twenty pounds more, as well. Then after she showed him what were probably photos of me and Irin and he’d nodded, she’d started purring all over his poor little self. You could see him get flustered at the attention, so no wonder he spilled as much as he could about us.
Then I noticed she gave him a business card. That gave me a hint as to what might have happened. I talked the owner into printing out that image and letting us know where Lon lived; amazing what ten twenties’ll unlock in the way of information.
We drove over to what turned out to be a ratty complex of singles and one-bedrooms. Learned he had the smallest unit, kept to himself, had no car, few friends, and took the bus to work.
As we got back in the 300, Irin sighed, “All this sounds a lot like me after I got kicked out. Just hidin’, lickin’ my wounds. Hopin’ I could figure things out. Took me nearly four years...”
I just nodded.
He sat there, for a moment, then called George to ask if he’d had anything done to the guy.
I heard George’s howl without the speaker on. “You think I’m fuckin’ stupid? Some asshole talks to the Feds an’ then he disappears? They’d be all over everybody’s shit.”
But they weren’t. So either they had the guy and were pumping him for more information or, even worse, they were experimenting on his cute little ass.
“Probably ran straight to Helga thinking she wanted him to fuck her,” I said. “Stupid twit.”
Irin chuckled. “Straight guys. Anything for pussy.”
“That, or he’s virginal and he’s open to being shown the ways of the world.”
Irin nodded, gazing at his image. “You think they took him back to...back to that place?”
“A kid who just happened to see us driving around? Why?”
“’Cause she’s a sick fuck who loves to hurt men, and everything she needs to do that would be there.”
“Or in that souped-up lab van...” Then it hit me. “Irin, you think maybe...?”
Irin nodded then quietly said, “I think you should look at the entrance to the complex. Very carefully.”
I held up my phone and acted like I was talking on it then used my peripheral vision to see...
A chunky girl glaring at us and talking on her cell phone.
“We’re being narc’d on,” I growled.
“We need to get rid of this car.”
“Consider it done.”
I drove us away, heading north, then once we were out of sight of the complex turned east and drove up and down the residential streets till I saw a minivan with a for sale sign in a window. I had Irin take the 300’s wheel and got out, then he drove down a couple blocks.
I bought the minivan for cash, title and everything done right there. Drove it off. Found Irin, and he followed me to a massive grocery store near the 80, where we parked in back. Then we transferred everything from the 300 to the minivan and left the car there.
I hated doing it; I really liked that car. But must needs and all that shit.
We grabbed a bite at the In-n-Out the other side of the 80 and put a call into George to ask his contacts if they’d seen a souped up cargo van around town. I described what I remembered of the damn thing and he said he’d check. Just as we were headed back to the minivan, Irin got a text on his burner phone.
With a photo. This it? Was in the comments.
It was.
Located in North Valley, by an old air force base.
Shit...George...
I got GPS started, saying, “Irin, I’m gonna let you make all our friends, from now on, because you get to know people who know people who know people.”
He chuckled and put his hand on my thigh, and I put mine on his.
Less than an hour later, we found the van parked by what looked like a deserted house across from the airfield. A rental car was next to it. We were down the street and I was examining it all through a pair of binoculars because, as I expected, there were security cameras in several areas. If we had driven by, they’d have seen us.
“So what do we do now?” Irin asked.
I just shrugged.
We sat there for another hour, at least, and I was still coming up blank. The day’s light was beginning to fade when a sheriff’s cruiser drove up from the other direction and parked in front of the house. Out popped the deputy and the MP, both looking as fine as ever...
Then Dr. Captain came out of the house! And shit, was he ever spiffy in his chinos and Polo shirt.
They chatted like best buddies in the chill air, then Dr. Captain and the MP went into the house as the deputy returned to the cruiser.
“We need something to trade,” I said, softly. “To bargain with. Something to make them stop and listen and consider.”
Irin caught on, looked the deputy over and nodded. “He’d be fun.”
He was driving towards us so I got out of the minivan, saying, “Block him.”
He turned the minivan to cross the street and acted like he was trying to back up. The cruiser stopped and the deputy honked then got out and yelled, “Get your truck out of the...” before he noticed me lunging at him.
I tackled him to the ground and wrapped an arm around his head as Irin bolted from the minivan, tape in hand, and helped me hold him down. He wrapped the deputy’s arms to his sides and legs together at the knees, then around his mouth as a gag, all so fast it was like a blur. I took his pistol away and used his handcuffs on his feet and, finally, we threw him in the back of cruiser, then I took the wheel as Irin drove the minivan.
I’m pretty sure someone came out of a house and yelled at us, but we were gone.
I ignored the radio and the guy’s thumping around in the back. I’m sure he was insulted he was being treated like one of his perpetrators. It was too cute.
By this point, it was dark. So I led Irin to a community college parking lot, where we transferred the deputy into the minivan and left the cruiser, then headed for the motel. As he drove, I checked out the deputy’s cell phone. Of course, it was locked, but used a fingerprint as verification. So I crawled into the back to lie atop the guy. He fought me, squirming and bucking under me, but I managed to force his thumb onto the screen. Bang, got it.
Shit, did I love the feel of his perky ass. And legs. Good shoulders flowing into tight hips. Him shifting under me got me going, for damn sure, so I let him keep doing it...and let him feel how hard I was getting...as I dug into his phone.
I noticed a couple dozen calls between him and a number out of Washington DC, all within the last week. So just to be an ass, I called it back.
And the voice that responded was Dr. Captain’s! “Griff, what’s up?”
“We got him,” I purred. “You want him back? We need to talk.”
“Who is this?”
“Cut the shit, Doc. You assholes’ve been looking for us all week. You want your deputy back? We talk. You don’t? He’ll get all disappeared, like the others.”
“Others?” Asked in such a nice, innocent voice.
“Cut the SHIT!” I snapped back.
“How do I know you have him?”
“No games, Doc. I’ll call you with a time and place.”
Then I ended the call, wrote the number down and threw the phone out a window. Didn’t want them to use it to track us.
The motel was quiet when we arrived, so Irin backed up as close as he could to the door and we carried the deputy in. We tossed him on the unmade bed and let him squirm and twist there.
Oh, did he make a pretty picture in his dark green uniform.
“You feel like playing?” I asked Irin.
He sort of shrugged. “I’m not really hungry, but wouldn’t mind a snack. It’s just, we got another week till the next shipment...”
“We can’t go that far, with him. But we could have fun.”
Then Irin looked at me. “What’d you do to that guy, last night, to make him cum so hard?”
I flicked my tongue at him.
His eyes grew big. “Really? I’ve never done that.”
“Try it out, here. Get a wet rag. There’s packets of sugar by the coffeemaker. I’ll show you all the way.”
Irin nodded and headed for the bathroom. The deputy was now glaring at me and trying to say, Keep the fuck off me, faggot.
So fucking cute.
I yanked him to the edge of the bed, letting his calves hang over the side, then pulled him up into a sitting position and straddled his hips, pushing my now very hard dick against his crotch. He started shaking his head, cursing, as I felt up his pecs. They were nice and rich, and his tits were perky. I had a good hold on his shirt to keep him from flopping back on the bed, so tore it open, leaving his tie in place around his neck. I gripped that with my teeth, to hold him.
He jolted and all but howled as I pinched at his tits, then I let him fall back onto the bed. I lay down atop him, still pulling at his tits, and whispered, “We’re gonna show you the meaning of life.”
I got off him, undid his belt and the button of his slacks, lowered his zipper to reveal a nice white pair of CK briefs. I pulled them down to show the end of a lovely treasure trail, and some lovely pubes, and then a dick that was damn near perfect. Longish. Slightly flat...well round like an oval. Cut, with a head that fit it perfectly. And balls to match.
I would’ve had such fun with him.
I rolled him onto his belly, despite his struggles, and shoved his pants down his hips, away from that very nicely shaped ass. Then I slid the CKs off him and massaged his cheeks.
Oh, he did not like that, at all.
He liked it even less when Irin came up behind me and I pulled his cheeks apart to reveal his hole.
“Clean it with the rag,” I said.
Irin did, slowly, tenderly.
The deputy howled and spit, but I held him in place.
“Now sprinkle some sugar on.”
Irin did, light and easy.
“Taste it with your tongue.”
Irin did, burying his face in the guy’s ass. He almost began to chuckle and looked up at me, vague grains of sugar twinkling on his lips. “Feels funny.”
“Feels great to him. Now slip a finger into him. Then two.”
Irin did and began to breathe heavy. “He’s tight.”
“You thinking of fucking him?”
“Kind of...but it’s a week till...”
The deputy wasn’t struggling as much, now, so I shifted him to where he was kneeling at the side of the bed.
“Keep licking,” I said. “And feel his dick. Play with it. Tell me what happens.”
Irin did, burying his face deeper in the guy’s ass, making it clench from the sensations being forced on it. He kept at it for a few minutes then pulled back, breathless. “He’s gettin’ hard.”
“That’s his G-spot. Work that and his prostate, and you got him by the balls. You wanna suck him off?”
Irin looked at me, almost euphoric. “Will he keep it up if I’m not...?”
“Keep your fingers down there. Nice and light. Tickle at his hole. Push ‘em in every now and then. Watch what happens.”
I guided the deputy back onto his haunches and knelt behind him, my arms wrapped around his chest to hold him in place. Then Irin slipped a hand past his pants and up between the guy’s legs and took his lovely dick in his mouth and fondled his balls as he toyed with his hole, and the deputy began to moan in pleasure.
It took a good five minutes...but the guy grew harder and harder and leaned back into me, shaking his head and moaning and grunting and whimpering and began pushing back against Irin’s mouth as his fingers diddled the guy’s hole and his other hand rolled the guy’s balls and finally...
BAM!
His cum was so massive it shocked Irin back and a lot of it dropped onto his pants leg and the room’s ratty carpet. Another stream came out, but Irin was able to aim they guy’s dick at his mouth and take it.
I shifted my hands to pinch at his tits...and he yelped and squirmed and came, again.
Irin chuckled and said, “I’m still finger fuckin’ him.”
And in response, he shot one final stream of cum onto the rug. I got the feeling this was not the first time someone had spilled their seed there, and it made me chuckle.
Irin looked at me, in awe. “Just like that guy, last night. Loads of cum.”
I winked at him.
“You gonna do him, now?”
I just smiled, let the guy fall back on the floor, then I guided Irin onto the bed and pulled his dick out from within his pants...and I did to him what he’d done to the Deputy. Made him go nearly crazy with lust as I sucked on his elegant dick and diddled his hole with my right hand and toyed with his tits with my left. And when he finally came, it was in torrents.
“Oh, Dirc...Dirc...” was all he could say.
I slipped up to kiss him, mingling his cum with the Deputy’s cum, and he pulled me tighter than he ever had.
“Fuck me,” he said. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
So I did. Long and easy. His jeans around his ankles. His legs in the air. Me kissing him harder and harder as I pumped into him deeper and deeper. His hands gripping my ass to pull me even closer.
I noticed the Deputy was watching us the whole time, his eyes wide open and hurt, terrified we were going to do this to him, next.
I thought about it, to be honest. I did love the look of his ass. So smooth...so nicely shaped...so inviting. Especially now I’d shown him he’s a much of a fag as me and Irin. But we needed him alive and well. Or...well enough.
Lucky for him.
Maybe.
