Okay...so...feeding time for Griff. And decision time for the other three.
Well...four, since Griff was one of our negotiating tools.
I went into the side room and sat beside him. Ignored the muffled cursing and anger from Petrie, Payton and Salim, though I did take a moment to enjoy the view. Three lovely dicks swinging in the wind. Three lovely asses exposed and available. Black, white and mocha, they almost made Griff look plain, in comparison.
Almost.
I ran my fingers through his pubes and around under his balls, making him squirm and his dick bounce a little. It really was a pretty one, with an elegant head and...
Wait a minute. I sniffed my fingers. They smelled of soap.
“Irin,” I called, “how did you get him back here and bathed and tied down so fast?”
Irin appeared at the door, grinning. “Oh, he wasn’t with me.”
“You said we drove away in time.”
“Yeah, I know.” He held up his phone and the video of him raping Griff played on it. “Worked it up with AI. You remember Billy Granger? Porn guy who liked to be tied up and fucked?”
I nodded.
“If Barnes had been more up on gay porn, he’d have seen it’s Billy’s body on here, with Griff’s head.”
“He did catch on that it’s AI...”
“Good for him. So I used that video where Billy’s walkin’ down a dirt road in the woods and kidnapped by a couple guys in a van and they tied him up between a couple of trees and spent hours fuckin’ him and suckin’ on him. His body looked close enough to Griff’s to work, and I figured they’d never seen him naked, so didn’t know if he was cut or not...”
“But so fast?”
“Just a couple minutes of video. I’d just finished renderin’ it just as the time came. I added me in place of the other guys. That’s why I didn’t cum in him. They didn’t. Pulled out and shot all over Billy’s ass, for the camera.”
“But they were tracking him by his body...”
“Were they? Don’t see how. I did shoot a wad there, so they could find that. And left some of his cum, too.”
“You milked him?”
He sat on the other side of Griff and caressed his dick. “He loves my blow jobs...now that I know how to play with him.” He winked at me.
“This don’t make sense,” I said, running my right hand over Griff’s lovely chest and toying with his tits while Irin kept fondling him. “They’ve got some way of scanning people’s body structure or heat or something, and Barnes seemed certain they’d located Griff out in the woods.”
“Dunno what to say about that. I kept him here. Nice and tight.”
I shrugged. “Maybe it was bullshit.”
“Or they latched onto somebody else. I dumped everything near a hiking trail. They sure found that location fast.”
“Oh, they were scanning the woods for Griff’s body composition. Maybe that’s the chopper you heard.”
Irin nodded and slipped his hand down Griff’s thigh. “It did seem to be further down the hill.”
“So what do you think about tomorrow’s upload?”
He shrugged. “Boss don’t like gay guys. And those two soldiers...” He nodded to Salim and Peyton.
“You got that off them, too? I took ‘em just as hostages.”
“Okay. Barnes is really pretty, though. Have you had him, yet?”
“Haven’t had time. So he’d be a virgin. You think that’s what the Boss likes? Virgins.”
“C’mon, Dirc, when he gets ‘em from us, they ain’t no more.”
“But we don’t count. We’re different. Our DNA’s changed and it changes the guys we cum inside.”
“I wondered what you meant by that.” He was back to fondling Griff’s balls.
The guy just moaned. Didn’t even try to shift away. Watching the two fo them was really quite lovely.
Irin continued with, “So you and me, we’re like a new race? A step up the evolutionary cycle?”
“I guess. But I really don’t wanna use Petrie. He’s the kind of guy I’d like to keep for a few go-arounds.”
“Which leaves Griff. Our main negotiating tool. Not a good choice.”
“None of ‘em is. I guess we need to grab another guy and keep this crew on tap for nothing more than fun till the Feds give in.”
“What’s gonna be fun?” It was Lon’s voice. We looked around to see him at the door, wearing one of Irin’s t-shirts and a pair of his shorts. They were a size too big on him and made him look so young and innocent.
“Getting ready for the assholes who hurt you,” I said.
He came over to me and looked at Griff. “He’s a deputy sheriff. He was working with Helga. Arrested me.”
Interesting. “He didn’t arrest you,” I said. “He helped them kidnap you.”
He half-grinned. “So you kidnapped him? Messed with him?”
“As you can see,” said Irin. Then he started the video on his phone and gave it to Lon.
The kid sneered. “That’s not real.”
Irin laughed. “Damn, Lon, good thing you ain’t workin’ for the bad guys.”
“They thought you were really fucking this guy?” He motioned to Griff.
I nodded. “Hell, I was buying it, but then...I didn’t have the best look at it.”
Irin was watching Lon when he said, “You like his dick?”
That took me by surprise, but then I noticed Lon was looking at Griff, lost, so jumped in with, “Let’s decided who does what with whom after dinner. Irin, you said you were going to fix something.”
He rose. “I’ve got cans of chili, hot dogs, buns, cheese and onions. You wanna help me, Lon? Do the choppin’ an’ the gratin’ an’ the toastin’ of the buns?”
The boy looked at him, almost smiling, again, and nodded. “Haven’t had a chilidog in so long.”
“Then let’s get on it.” And Irin led him into the kitchen.
That’s when I realized I’d been stroking Griff’s dick, and it was beginning to get hard. And oh-so-nice in its fullness, with the requisite vein showing and its length building. His balls were fat and loose, under it, as well, thanks to Irin’s manipulation of them. I could see why he’d enjoyed milking this guy.
I leaned down to rest my chin on his chest, feeling the tickle of his hair along the line of my jaw. And kept stroking him.
“Y’know, Barnes was going to sacrifice you,” I said. “You didn’t hear it, but he was close to letting you be killed because he didn’t want to let me go.”
He groaned under the steady working of my hand as my other one toyed with his nips. He was getting into this pretty fast, from what I could tell.
“You like me doing this, don’t you?”
All he did was moan and squirm and half shake his head no...but then he pushed into my hand, a little. And I could feel his ass clenching.
“You’ve been with a guy before, haven’t you?”
Still no response. Just heavier breathing and his dick getting harder and his balls pulling in tight and me just touching his tits making him gasp. His body was so solid and lean and taut with muscle and dashed with hair in such an elegant way as he shifted almost in rhythm with my hand.
“You ever been raped?”
That made him freeze, for a moment, and his breathing jolt to twice as fast. Son-of-a-bitch, he had been. He’d been fucked. And he was thinking we were going to do that to him, again.
“You got nothing to worry about,” I whispered to him. “If you’re not a virgin, we can only use you for a negotiating tool with Barnes. Give you back to him once he understands he can’t touch us. Can never touch us. Would you be all right with that?”
He was breathing faster and was shoving his dick harder and faster against my hand. I started stroking harder and with more of a swirling motion on his dick, as if it was my mouth and tongue working up his shaft and over his head. I could feel him getting closer and closer and closer to firing and I went harder and faster and focused completely on his dick and balls and worked him and worked him and worked him and suddenly he grunted.
And spurted into the palm of my hand.
He kept pushing and jolting and groaning and firing...once and twice and three times...until he lay in that ratty bed, drained.
Literally and figuratively.
I rose to a sitting position, looking down at him. He was gazing off to his right, his eyes big and hurt.
“You know, Griff, if I fucked you...you’d become mine. Would that so awful?”
He looked at me, his eyes still hurt but also touched with confusion.
“No more hiding,” I continued. “No more pretending to be something you’re not. You’d be free of all concerns and restraints. And no one could hurt you like you were hurt. Doesn’t that sound good? Wouldn’t you like to be completely open and free?”
No reaction...but no rejection, either. I could see he was considering it. I patted his lovely little belly.
“I could make you mine, whether you wanted to or not. I’ve done it. But I want you to say yes. I want you to join us, willingly. If you say no, we’ll just give you back to Barnes and the sheriff’s office, no harm, no foul.
“But keep in mind, the only reason the sheriff cares about you is because you’re one of his men. Not because of who you are, deep within. And Barnes, like I said...you would’ve been his sacrificial lamb. Now you’ll be another lab rat to experiment on, like they did to me. Is that really what you want to go back to?”
I rose to my feet, looking him over...and sighed.
“You really are pretty, Griff. And I think you’d be happy with us. Consider it. Now I’m sure you’re hungry, so I’m gonna get you a plate and we’ll let you loose enough to eat. Hit the toilet. All of that. I think you know by now you can’t get away from us. So...mustard, ketchup, relish, onions?"
He gave a vague nod of yes to each one.
"Great. Comin' right up with some water. And I’ll give you till six to decide.”
I still had his cum in my hand so smeared it over his belly. The look he gave me was a lot more accepting than I expected, so I knew.
He was ours.
Shit...Irin and I were building our own little wolf pack.
