Of course, I didn’t fire inside Irin. We were still wary of doing that with each other. Instead, I shot onto his belly and face. Which he loved.
I doubt the deputy slept much, that night, wrapped up like he was, but Irin and I did...and very well. Oh, he’d tried to work his way free, but that just doesn’t go well with packing tape.
The next morning, after we’d eaten, we loaded the deputy into the back of the van, lay one of the motel’s blankets over him, and drove to a nearby phone store. I signed up for service, using the pawn shop’s address as my new one, then Irin dropped me off two blocks from a Starbuck’s and I called Dr. Captain to tell him where I was. I knew he’d come with reinforcements, no matter what I demanded, so didn’t bother to warn him not to.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later they roared up. Four big black SUVs filled with men in plainclothes, each with rifles and sidearms. Every one of them big, butch and buff, and exactly what the Beast would love. All to face down little ol’ me.
They didn’t bluster, like they do in movies. They wore INS badges, had expressions on their faces that were enough to make the other patrons back away, wary, and casually surrounded me. My hands were then handcuffed behind me, I was frisked, my wallet, documents and the rock were taken from me, and I was guided to one of the SUVs. All in complete silence. I found the entire process so fascinating.
And kind of spooky, but I went along with it, just as silent.
The one good thing was, the guy seated next to my left had sloe eyes, a sweet mouth, and skin like milky coffee. Even fully dressed I could tell he had a body and legs to die for. The guy to my right was more of a juicer, with the attendant jowls and skin and puffiness. So I shifted away from him and kept as close to Sloe Eyes as I could. Had my hands been in front of me, I’d have put one on his thigh...or even between his legs.
I mean, what could he have done about it? Thrown me out of the car?
As it was, I kept nudging my leg against his and giving him serious puppy eyes. But all he ever did was cast me a dismissive glance then ignore me. My guess was, he’d been through this before, he was so pretty, and simply chose not to respond. I had a feeling he’d given in, before, so decided once this play was done I’d make damn sure my dick fired my cum down his throat.
Just to be an asshole.
They drove me back to the house and walked me inside. A regular structure built cheap and worthless thirty-forty years ago. Helga came out of one room, inside of which I caught a glimpse of Lon kneeling on a mattress, his clothes half torn off, chains around his waist and wrist, and a numb expression on his adorable face. I’m sure that glimpse was intended.
“Pedophile,” I shot at her.
She just frowned at me.
I was clamped to a chair in the very back of the place, and I do mean clamped. Nice thick steel bonds around wrists and ankles, like you’d see being used on James Bond or Frankenstein. They seemed surprised that I wasn’t fighting them.
I looked the room over. It didn’t appear to be anything out of the ordinary, structurally. No dampening to silence screams of pain or pleasure. But were any people living in the houses nearby? And would they even care? Included in this was the understanding Helga’d been doing her thing with Lon and no one seemed to have called the cops.
Once I was secured, in came Dr. Captain, and did he look lovely. Casual slacks. Polo shirt under a light jacket. Loafers instead of tennies. All enhancing his beauty far more than that lab-rat outfit I’d last seen him in.
Behind him was Helga.
“Where’s Griff?” was the first thing he said to me.
“Somewhere out there,” I replied. “I see you got Lon. Having lots of fun with him, Helga?” Then I winked at her.
Which she did not like. “Helga?” she asked.
Dr. Captain looked at her. “Is Lon the boy you brought in?”
What the fuck? “You don’t even know his name?”
She nodded to him and turned a smirk onto me. “It’s not like it matters.”
Which made me growl, “That’s cold.”
Her smirk became a sneer. “And how many men have you raped and killed?”
“Killed? None. The other? I’ve lost count. How many have you?”
Dr. Captain was put off by my counter-attack. “You sound proud of that.”
“Why shouldn’t I be? You assholes are proud of the shit you pulled on me, Irin and who knows how many others.” I shot a hard glare at Helga and added, “And that list includes Lon, who didn’t know jack about shit, but you still decided to fuck him over. Or did you just fuck him?”
Helga nodded. “So he is part of your group...”
“Wrong.”
“He swore he wasn’t. Yet this thing...” and she waved a dismissive hand at me, “...wants to protect him after destroying so many innocent men’s lives.”
“He’s not one of my guys.”
“Then why would you want to save him?”
“Because he’s cute. Is that your criteria for raping and torturing guys? They gotta be cute, like me?”
She just looked at me, impassive.
Dr. Captain sighed. “You’re not pushing your actions off on anyone else, Dircum.”
“Call me Dirc.” Then I batted my eyes at him. “Now let’s get down to business. If you want Griff back, give me Lon.”
Dr. Captain frowned at me. “Why?”
“I said so.”
“But he’s human...”
Now I was caught off-guard. “Human?”
“Yes. His DNA is completely human. That’s why we’re just holding him...”
“Wait...you took him to test his DNA?”
“He knew who you were. We had to be certain.”
“Just because he said he saw us driving around!?”
Helga sneered, again, with, “He says, but...”
Something about her voice or casual attitude or just plain bitchiness clarified something to me. “You’re not gonna let him go. He’s gonna be your pet fuck-toy.”
That got her claws out.
Dr. Captain got between me and her, saying, “More tests need to be run...”
“Tests?” This made no sense. “On him? A guy who’s not like me. Me. A guy whose DNA you’ve got plenty of and...who...you’re saying mine’s not human but his is...but you’re still running your bullshit experiments on him?”
He eyed me. “You didn’t know. That’s interesting.”
“It’d be a lot more interesting if you’d tell me what the fuck it is you’re talking about.”
“You and Irin—your DNA’s been altered. It does contain human elements and characteristics, but it has also developed into a different, somewhat more complete level. Evolved, maybe. And what you did to Sergeant Doral...”
Who? What? “Oh...the...the cute guard?”
He huffed. “That’s his name. You semen has apparently infiltrated his DNA and begun to alter him, as well. We’re still observing the changes. If you’ve also had sex with Lon, we need to see the process as it develops. That’s why we’re testing him.”
“That’s not testing, what she’s doing in that room.”
Helga growled a little chuckle and ran a finger along my jawline, saying, “You have no idea what’s happening in that room.”
“I know you two’re talking about him like he’s just another guinea pig. Another lab rat.”
“We don’t know what he is, yet. We’re waiting to see. Like we didn’t know we needed to do, with Doral. Not before he’d grown much stronger and far less willing to work with us. Which is unfortunate. Now? Not even his wife can connect with him. All of which happened after you raped him.”
Okay, my mind was squirreling all over the place and I needed to stop it. Center it. Get back on key. So jumped to the point. “So you don’t want Griff back. You don’t give a shit about him.”
“Oh, we do,” Helga chuckled. “We want to observe the changes in him, as well as remove him from the gene pool, since you’ve probably done the same to him as you did to Doral, and my bet is...to Lon.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” I snapped back. “Yeah, Lon’s cute but he’s not my type.” I shot a vicious grin at Dr. Captain and said, “You, however...”
He didn’t even flinch. Just nodded and said, “That is why we cannot let you or that thing who’s with you go. We’ll find him. We’re already looking at the security video of that coffee shop and...”
“I walked.”
“Doesn’t matter. Without you, he’ll be found. We cannot have you two wandering through the population. Not till we understand what you are.”
This was growing tedious, so I said, “I’m a businessman, that's what.”
“Buying and selling human beings? We called that slavery, once, then made it illegal.”
“Your guys took a rock from me...”
Helga was not impressed, but he caught on to my meaning, rather quickly. “What is it?”
“Test it.”
“I can’t, here.”
“Not even in that souped up van?”
“We’re biologists,” Helga said. “Not geologists.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. These two assholes were finally getting on my last nerve, so I said, “Okay...rare earth minerals from an asteroid.”
That made him hesitate. He went to an intercom nodule by the door and said, “Petrie, bring everything you took off of Warren Dircum and...”
“Just Dirc,” I yelled.
He cast a glare at me. “Bring them here.”
Meanwhile, Helga pulled out her phone and hit speed dial. “Amrit, the van we have, does it contain a field test for minerals of any kind? ... That’ll work. Where is it? ... Thanks.”
She ended the call and raced from the room just as Sloe Eyes was about to enter. He had my wallet and the rock.
“Here you go,” he said as he entered.
So...his name’s Petrie...good to know...
Dr. Captain took the rock and his eyes went wide. “This weighs a couple of pounds.”
“With more where that came from.”
“Where?”
“Lots more.”
Helga came back in with a knife, tray with some vials in it, and a Bunsen burner.
“Put it on the table,” she said. Dr. Captain did, Sloe Eyes watching.
She scraped a little of the rock off and crushed it using the rock, itself. I could just see her taking out a slip of paper and fiddling around with it all...then she froze. “What does dark green mean?”
Dr. Captain was on his phone, scrolling...and he stopped. “Iridium.” He turned to look at me. “We need to do more testing, but...it’s possible this is of high quality. Where did you find it?”
“We have several more available, if you want them.”
“Answer me!”
“Varying sizes and shapes, but all the same color.”
He wandered back to me, deep in thought and not really considering his words. “This is bullshit. You’re trying to bargain away our need to know what kind of danger you represent to humanity with...with monetary inducements, basically...”
Wow, talk about grandiose. I almost laughed. “I think, if you really want to think about it, I’m offering a compromise. I think, since you’re such a cold-blooded bastard, you’ll know what I’m thinking. Access to unlimited quantities of these minerals will give me and Irin protection from your filth. Of course, that would only be part of the deal.”
“Part?”
“We have obligations to be met. You’ll have to hand the cute guard over to us. And Lon. And a man with certain specifications, every week. In exchange.”
“Hand men over to be raped and killed by you?”
I shrugged. “Put it any way you want. But that’s the deal. But then you’d only have to pay us half the value of the minerals.”
“Out of the question.”
“Don’t tell me that’s due to any moral concern. Considering what you let Helga do to Lon, not to mention your own actions with...what’s his name, again? Doral?”
He glared at me, for a moment, then said to Petrie, “Secure him for transport. We’re going back to the lab and I’m getting to the bottom of this.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“One more word and you’ll be gagged for the whole trip.”
“You won’t have a chance.”
Because it was ten am, according to a wall clock, so Dr. Captain got a call on his cell phone and answered it, “Barnes.”
Ah, so that’s his name...
He froze, for a moment, then looked at the screen. Then glared at me and showed me the image of...
Griff bound spread-eagle between a couple of trees in the forest. Struggling but unable to free himself. A dog’s shock collar around his neck. And he was stripped down to his CKs...and looked very, very nice, that way.
And super porno, I might add.
Dr. Captain motioned for Helga to go, I presume to locate where the call was coming from, then growled into the phone, “What’re you doing to him?”
He put it on speaker and I heard Irin say, “Havin' fun. Sent a copy to the sheriff’s department, too. They should be contactin' you pretty soon.”
“Then they can take control of the search.”
“They’ll never find him. Just like you never found the others who’ve vanished.”
I piped in with, “He’ll make it happy.”
“And me,” said Irin.
The image shifted to live action of the guy, with Irin in the foreground, recording selfie-style. He backed up to the man, who twisted and pulled at the rope holding him, shaking his head. Irin fondled his crotch, saying “He has such a lovely dick...”
“And ass,” I laughed. “Gorgeous ass.”
Irin tore the briefs apart at the hip, letting them drift away from the guy’s dick and balls to hang on the other leg. The way everything just sort of swung around, down there was so fucking erotic, I almost got hard. Then Irin shifted around to Griff’s lovely ass, as if to verify my claim.
Fuck, he was even prettier than I remembered, strung up like that.
Helga appeared at the door, freaked out, saying “Barnes, the county sheriff’s on the phone and he’s fucking pissed.”
“Tell him I’ll get back to him.”
“He’s already on his way over. Wants to know what the hell we’re up to with his guy.”
Dr. Captain spun around to face her. “WE?!”
I laughed, and when he turned to me, I winked at him.
On the screen, Irin was having lots of fun caressing Griff’s ass...and squeezing its cheeks...and fingering his hole, and that’s despite the guy’s attempts to keep away from him.
“We called him our first payment,” I said, nodding to the rock Dr. Captain had. “Sheriff won’t like that.”
Then Irin pulled out his dick...nice and big and hard as a rock...and pushed it into the guy, who screamed bloody murder.
Dr. Captain fell headlong into a rage. “You sick fucks!”
“Wanna see what happens when he cums?” I continued. “We don’t kill ‘em. We prep 'em and supply ‘em.”
“Like you did to Doral?”
“No. We left him here for you to see what’s what. That rock is from an asteroid, but it’s still out in space. You know what that means, right?”
He stood still, barely under control. “You’ve made first contact.”
“Years ago. I laid it all out at the trial.”
“I’m aware of that,” said Helga. “It was insane, making it sound like you were butchering men for some alien creature and...”
“No, Irin and I are just the go-betweens. We bring it what it wants; it gives us those rocks. You stop us, you end the business. And I don’t think your bosses will like that. Way more than money and power is at stake.”
Then I cast Dr. Captain a cool glance...no, his name’s Barnes, now...and said, “Let’s make a deal now or I’ll make part of it getting to use you like I did Doral.”
“Yeah, right,” was his erudite response.
So I went the full bravado. “Don’t be a stupid fuck, Barnes. When your owners find out you tossed aside trillions of dollars over some moral quibble, you’ll be lucky if they don’t feed you to the sharks. In bits and pieces. Cut off you while still alive.”
“Like something out of a movie?” He was fighting too hard to maintain control. Not buying my words.
“Think of what will happen when we offer this to Russia. Make them back into a world power instead of a weak hack of a country invading other countries for their resources.”
That caught his full attention. “You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“They’re the enemy.”
“Your point being?”
Irin was getting close to cumming. I could hear it in his voice. And Griff had stopped yelling and screaming and was just grunting, so I said, “C’mon, Barnes. Make a decision. Or else.”
He looked at the images on the phone and heard the sheriff’s sirens nearing and said, “You got a deal.”
“Hear that, Irin?” I called.
“Yeah, yeah...oh, FUCK!”
“Let me see the phone,” I snapped.
Barnes showed it to me. Showed Irin had pulled out and cum onto Griff’s back and ass, but not in him.
“Okay, Irin, get out of there. Now!”
He circled Griff and planted a deep kiss on the guy, then turned off his phone.
Helga rushed in, wheeling her little cart of torture. “I’ll get answers out of you,” she purred.
“Like you did, with Lon?” I sneered. Poor kid.
Barnes eyed me, coldly, then said to her, “Do what you must. I want details, in the extreme. I’ll deal with the sheriff.”
“My pleasure,” she almost growled.
Then he left the room. And it was just her and me. And she was giggling in a way that almost made me nervous as she picked up a pair of scissors and snip-snipped the air, with them.
I had to shake my head in wonder.
The stupid bitch thought she was in control.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
