You know that old saying, The best defense is a good offense? I decided to put it into action. So out through the front door I wandered, Petrie trying to wriggle loose from me...which is kind of dumb. I mean, all that’d happen is he’d drop to the ground and hurt himself. Silly boy.
No one was in front of the house, so I rounded a corner to find the two guards were smoking. And now that I had a good look at them, in person, my dick did a leap of joy.
On first glance, the guy on the left was nice and average-looking, plain pale face and on the bulky side. Kind of frat-boy-ish. Maybe fun for a drunken night, but not something you’d really keep around for fun. Until I saw how well his legs filled his uniform pants, emphasized by high-top laced boots. Okay, so half the reason he looked bulky was due to the Kevlar and crap he had on his torso. Couldn’t wait to see him once it was removed.
His buddy was some exotic mix of races, with tan skin, lovely lips and big dark eyes. He was half-turned away from me but even under all the crap he was wearing I could see he had a gorgeous ass. And the way his shoulders tapered down to it gave off the impression he had a nicer build and better legs.
They saw me and froze, uncertain about what to do. Not that I blame them. It’s not often you see a prisoner you were absolutely, positively certain had been well-secured appear close by, carrying a struggling man over his shoulders while grinning like an idiot.
What added to their confusion was me saying, “Hi, guys, you want to help me get this guy out of here? I really am ready to do some fucking and his ass would be perfect for it, but I want a better bed for it than you got here. Maybe like at a Motel 6. Any in the area?”
Which made Petrie struggle, even more...and gave me the excused to grope his ass in a way that was truly invasive...and felt so fucking nice.
Seems the sound of my voice jolted them into whipping their weapons around, ready to fire.
“Stay where you are!” screamed Lovely Butt.
But what was best? White Ass was dumb-shit enough to say, “Drop him! Drop him!”
Apparently, an operation like this calls for the crème-de-la-crème of soldier-hood...in body, if not mind.
Then a car alarm dinged, so I laughed and shifted Petrie around to hold him in front of me, like a shield. He fought and kicked and twisted his ass against my half-exposed crotch, making my dick even happier. I moaned from the glorious sensations shooting through me every time his cheeks connected with it as I backed away from the guards.
“Oh, boys,” burst from me. “This is gonna be such a great time!”
They paced me, still demanding I drop him or they’d fire. A stupid claim because they’d hit Petrie, not me.
Now since his hands were bound behind him, I maneuvered my hands between his arms and his body, which made them now seem like his, and tore his shirt partway open. He clawed at me with his fingers, but all he could grab was my shirt and the waist of my pants...which did nothing but add to the exquisite feel of his struggles against me.
“You want to join me?” I cried, still laughing. “Take turns up his ass? I get first dibs! You get sloppy seconds.”
Then I reached down to his fly and unzipped it. Not easy to do with a man shifting around as actively as he was, so I wound up half-ripping it. But now I was able to dig inside and grope his dick and balls...which were on the small and tight side due to his anger and fear.
I managed to lower his briefs and pull his dick out, which is where I really felt it up. Ran my fingers along it. Caressed the head. And judging from that, I’d hit the jackpot.
“Or would you rather have Petrie fuck you?” I asked the guards. We were still backing around the house to the front, where there was a yard of dirt and sand and ugliness.
Another car alarm chirped so I bounced my crotch against Petrie’s ass to make his dick flop up and down and I shifted my hands back up to pinch his tits. That made him howl!
“Stop where you are!” said White Ass. “Stop! STOP!”
Okay, I was close to crashing past the point of no return and cumming all over myself if I didn’t stop rubbing my dick against Petrie, so I lowered him to the ground, saying, “What’s the matter, boys? Would you rather I fuck you, first?” Then I rose upright, pulled my boxer briefs aside and showed off my raging hard-on. “I’ve never done a four-way, before, so don’t know if I’ve got that much in me, but we could try it. See how things go.”
That startled both of them into full silence and...if my gay-dar was correct...fascination and hunger. Were these two more than mere gym-buddies?
Now while down, I had surreptitiously gathered a handful of sand, so when an SUV’s engine fired up and Lovely Butt finally noticed and said, “Was that one of ours?”...
I slung the sand in their faces, throwing them into chaos. I then jumped them and yanked away their rifles...and with very little effort, I might add. You’d think Army guards would put up more of a fight. I clipped White Ass with Lovely Butt’s rifle butt, sending him to the ground, then whipped it around on Lovely Butt. He fell.
Two out and Petrie still mine.
Lon pulled up in an SUV, saw the guards lying on the ground and Petrie struggling, his dick still sticking out of his fly, and me swinging my very erect one around like crazy, and burst into laughter. He popped the hatch and helped me load all three into the back, then he bound and gagged White Ass while I did Lovely Butt...whose ass really did feel nice. I then checked out White Ass’. Though there was more of it, it wasn’t as firm. It’d be interesting to compare them once they were naked.
If my timing was right, it was still another two days to the next delivery to the Beast...but I couldn’t remember if it was my turn or Irin’s, or if we were doing it in tandem from now on. Looked like I needed to clarify some things with the beast to see if these boys might were for it. Or fun. Or satisfaction. None of which I would mind. But that might also mean we’d need to find a new guy for the Beast...
Which I could deal with, later.
“You know the way to Incline Village?” I asked Lon.
The kid tensed and nodded. “Folks sent me to camp, down there. Hated it.”
I laughed and got in the back with our hostages. “You drive. I’ll keep watch on the boys.”
He hopped behind the wheel, and away we went.
And I did some exploring.
First, I pulled Petrie’s shirt further open to reveal a very well-tended chest. Not a lot of hair; just enough to emphasize his form...but his tits were sweet and almost golden. I couldn’t help but pull at them and kiss them and suck on them and nibble at them, for a few minutes. Which made him crazy with anger. But I held him in place so all he could do was gargle at me that he wasn’t that way and he was going to kill me.
Which was bullshit, because I noticed his dick responding to my lips and licks on his tits.
I undid his belt and shoved his pants away to see he was wearing Hugo Boss. Oh, glad I didn’t tear those. I really wanted to see how they looked on him without the rest of his clothes. So I shifted them down his hips to see his balls were looser and were the perfect match to his gorgeous dick. I decided right then...no matter what happened...he was not going to be the Beast’s next meal.
I shifted to Lovely Butt, who was face down along with his buddy, White Ass. And both were still out cold.
The first thing I did was unhook all the hardware they were carrying and remove the Kevlar vests. I tossed all of the in the front passenger seat, then I got down to exploring.
First of all, Lovely Butt was in a nice tight green army issue t-shirt that showed his left nipple was pierced. I pulled the shirt up to find it was a half-ring stud on a very nice tit, that looked amazing on his rich full chest. Hair fanning out over it in waves. The other tit wasn't pierced, and was so pretty. Nice abs and treasure trail leading down to the elastic band to a pair of black 2Xist briefs. I undid his trousers and rolled him back onto his belly to pull them down past his ass, revealing they were as bikini as you can get without them being thongs.
But oh shit...how lovely they looked on his amazing ass, smooth and still fresh-looking, the leg seams gliding up and around his cheeks to dive back down to around his crotch. He was on the hairy side but his back was clear except for a tuft at the bast of his spine. I actually felt like worshiping him as he lay there, unmoving.
But I needed to check into White Ass, so forced myself to deal with him. He was on his side and still looked a bit on the bulky side, but well-formed with it. His t-shirt was white and loose, and once I’d pulled it up I could see he’d been working out. Solid pecs, a tattoo of a coat of arms on the left one, and pink tits. A smooth belly, not flabby but not cut, either. Very light on hair. Trim hips...and wearing Beckham undies!
Those ain't cheap.
Undoing his pants showed they were also briefs in a nice white. No stains, like they were brand new. I pulled them down to see he had a decent dick, as well. Sloping and nicely-proportioned, with balls that added to its beauty.
I rolled Lovely Butt onto his side and pulled his briefs out of the way to find a fat little fucker, dark with a thick head and heavy-looking balls.
“Shit,” I murmured, “how can I decide?”
“What?” jolted me.
I’m riding in the back of an SUV and I’d forgotten Len was driving. Dude, get with the program.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just...just an embarrassment of riches.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’ll explain later.”
I noticed Petrie glaring at me. Man, if looks could kill I’d be dead ninety-nine times. So I reached over and tickled his dick and balls, saying, “Don’t worry, honey, you’re still number one.”
He grimaced and looked away.
I lay Lovely Butt back on his belly, caressed his rear in disbelief at its perfection, then turned back to White Ass. He let out a soft moan, so I guess he was starting to come around. I rolled him onto his belly, too, then pulled his Beckhams down his butt...and yes, it was rounder than Lovely’s and smooth. It also jiggled a little when patted. And he had another tattoo of Sylvester Cat on his left cheek.
I was now sure these boys were gay and a couple, and I didn’t want to mess with that. I’d sooner hit Reno and latch onto a married man, a bouncer, or even a dancer for the next upload. Which really wasn’t an option. So what else was there?
Shit. I hate having to make decisions like this. But it’s my own damn fault I had to so...deal with it.
By this point, we’d zoomed past Incline Village and were heading down Lakeshore. There was an old, abandoned shack a couple miles outside the town, overlooking Lake Tahoe. I’d passed it, once, when I was tracking a Grizzly-Adams type in his truck, a few months back. He turned out to be just as furry and well-done as that actor. Got four gold nuggets, for him.
I wonder what he’d have brought me in Iridium?
All three hostages were awake and struggling, now, and I loved the look of it. White Ass looked mighty sexy, shifting and pulling at his bonds, trying to get untied, while Lovely Butt was facing away from me, showing off his pretty ass...which was getting prettier by the minute. But the physical beauty of Petrie still made him the hottest...and the recipient of many more of my...oh, let’s just call them exploratory caresses. And while he may have grunted and snarled and tried to twist away from me when I was doing them, he was getting hard. And his dick was promising.
When we pulled up to the house, the mini-van was halfway down a steep driveway. That kept the place from looking too empty, and the front door to the house was cracked open. I jumped out and ran inside and...
There was Irin, in a makeshift kilt. Looking clean and fresh, with boiling water on the stove.
I grabbed Irin into a massive bear hug, letting myself say, “Thank God you’re safe.”
He hugged me back, saying, “It was close. I heard the chopper comin’ in as we drove away.” Then he picked at my sliced-up pants. “Helga?”
I nodded. “She was a sick cunt...”
He looked at me. “Was?”
I nodded. He grinned.
I noticed Lon at the door so nodded to him. “Brought company. This is Lon.”
Irin looked around and nodded. “Enter, dear boy. You’re welcome.”
“We got more in our car.”
“Bring ‘em in.”
Then it hit me. “You said we drove away...”
He smirked and led me to a side room, where there was a ratty spring bed with Griff bound to it, hands and feet at each corner, the torn CKs still around one hip. Damn...he looked so good that way. I was beginning to think we’d been too fucking lucky with the guys we’d been able to pull in as hostages.
“It’s about time to feed him,” Irin said. “Let’s get your guys in, then we can deal with it.”
I nodded and he and I carried in Petrie, White Ass...whose name turned out to be Peyton Turnbull, and Lovely Butt...whose name was Salim Verenei. Irin had rope and there were solid hooks in a ceiling beam in that side room, so we rebound their hands and hung them to where they could just manage to stand on the floor. Their feet stayed tied and their pants down their hips, revealing everything.
“Looks like a porn film from some studio in San Francisco,” Irin said, once we were done and admiring our work. “How’d you manage to get nothing but pretty ones?”
I shrugged. “Luck of the draw.”
That’s when Irin’s phone buzzed. He looked at it and said, “Somebody wants to talk...”
I took the phone, saw it was from Barnes and tossed it to Lon. “You want to update him?”
“Me? How?”
“Just tell him hi, we got your guys, and we’ll give you a call when we’re ready.”
“But won’t they track the call?”
Irin grinned. “It’s relaying through a tower in Carson City, from a tower in Las Vegas to a tower in Reno. Just don’t stay on too long.”
He answered the call, saying, “This is Alonso Branovitch. I’m not there, right now, which you know. And you’re missing some men. ... Don’t worry, we’ll talk soon.” Then he ended the call.
“Shit, Lon,” I said, “you’re a cool kid under pressure.”
He almost smiled as he said, “I’ve had to be.” Then he looked at me. “That woman...Helga, you called her...she said things as she...as she hurt me. She wanted me to scream. But I wouldn’t. And wanted me to ejaculate. I...I couldn’t not...”
I nodded. “Probe up your ass? Buzzing?”
He sighed an agreement. “She got...she grew irritated and didn’t understand why I...why I didn’t have new DNA or...or something. She said you would’ve changed my DNA. I though she was crazy. I...I thought she was gonna kill me...the way she talked. Called you alien and had me look at you when you were brought in.”
“Yeah,” I said. “And here I thought she wanted me to see you.”
He nodded. “Maybe both. She wanted more. From me. Compare your DNA to mine. See how they matched. Even though they didn’t. When she called you alien, I...I thought she meant you were from Canada. Illegal alien kind of thing. Didn’t make any sense...till you saved me. And I saw that chair. Saw you take out two guards.” He cast a glance at the bedroom. “No, three guards.” It took him a moment to continue with, “Are you like...are you from another world?”
“Not really,” I said. “And yet...”
The growing confusion on his face stopped me. He needed an answer. Needed the truth. And for some wild reason, I wanted to give it to him. So I said, “I work with a being who is from another world. And it has changed me. And it’s changed Irin.”
“So you’re Irin,” he said, looking at him in wonder then turning to me. “She mentioned you. That means you’re Dircum...”
“Just Dirc,” I grinned.
He nodded. “She told me your names. And you know mine. Um...will being here with you change me, too?”
“No,” said Irin.
“Not unless we fuck,” I added, then said to Irin, “Dolan, that cute guard I raped...he’s turning.”
“Oh, shit, Dirc, then we can’t let ‘em keep him. They’ll kill him.”
“You like him?”
“He was never mean to me. Not like that...” He was about ready to spit.
“His name’s Barnes.”
Now he rolled his eyes. “Oh, God, how boring.”
“Have you heard from the Be...uh, Boss?”
Irin shook his head. “We’re not due to upload till tomorrow.”
“Shit, I thought it was day after...”
Irin hushed me then went over to Lon and touched forehead to forehead, saying, “There’s a lot we’ll need to explain to you, Lon, but let me tell one thing...you said you had to be cool under pressure. Around us, you won’t have to be. We’re better equipped to handle it.”
I nodded. “We will always have your back.”
“Especially since it’s a cute little back.”
He chuckled and said, “Shut up.” Then he almost seemed to grow lighter and easier and nearly ethereal as he whispered, “You promise?”
I laughed. “Lon-boy, I’ve killed for you. Ain’t that promise enough?”
Irin cast me a glance but said nothing.
Lon sighed, “Thank you.”
“Don’t go thanking us till you know what you got yourself into.”
“I don’t care. I feel safe here. Dunno why, but for the first time in years, I feel safe.”
In answer, I went to him and drew him into a kiss. Long and deep and simple and lovely. When I pulled back, he was gazing at me, a bit lost, unsure, but also more at peace.
Then Irin kissed him, and when he pulled back, Lon was almost smiling.
I could not help but say, “That seals the deal.”
And now he was smiling. Ear to ear. Because he was ours, now...and we would die to protect him...
And I knew deep down, he would do the same for us.
