Griff devoured three hot dogs with everything and two bottles of water. He didn’t say a word as he ate, or even after; just behaved himself. Of course, we left his legs bound to the bed so it was awkward for him to sit there, but I propped some cushions up against his back to help. And when he hit the toilet, we kept him hobbled. Seems the collar had been on Billy, not Griff.
I could tell throughout that he was thinking...maybe about what I’d said, but probably more like how can I get out of this. I didn’t blame him. Joining with us would be a major shift in his lifestyle, and I knew nothing about him beyond his lovely body and the fact that he was a deputy sheriff. So I let him stew in his own thoughts, just wearing a pair of my boxer briefs and t-shirt...both of which he fit very nicely. Then Irin and I bound him to a comfy but messy-looking recliner and he quietly settled in...still thinking...
After him, Irin and I shifted Petrie to the bed. He was pretty much out of fight, by this time, but still struggled a little as we taped his feet to the base and arms over his head to the railing. Then Irin handed me a pair of scissors and I began cutting away his shirt. Nice and slow to fully reveal what I already knew were nice pecs dashed with hair and tits and belly...and a tattoo over his left shoulder! The head of a snake, hissing, as its body wrapped down to his back. No others, above his waist. I wanted to see the rest of it, but that could come later.
I caressed his torso with long, tender strokes, loving the way his skin stretched over his muscles...enhanced by the hair on his chest and the treasure trail so neat and precise...and under his arms and along his forearms. His tits were so inviting I dove in and sucked on each, in turn. Caught them in my teeth. Flicked them with my tongue. Smelled a hint of his cologne still, after all day. Fatherfucking son-of-a-bitch, it was so electrifying. All of it.
He, however, kept flinching away from my touch. From my lips. Grunting in anger when my tongue tickled him. Almost whimpering when I drew my fingers along his jaw and around his ears...where I noticed he’d once had a stud in his right one, but it was closed and scarred over. Then I ran my full hands through his hair and felt the shape of his perfect skull.
But for all his groans and cursing and trying to twist away from me, his dick was saying, More, more, more. Jesus, it was pretty. Just the right size and shape for him, surrounded by a light bush that added to the eroticism of the moment.
I shifted down and stroked him, a little. Nothing serious, just to get the feel of it. The heft. Of which it had a lot. I actually wondered what it would be like for him to fuck me...which was a new thought. Not one of the guys prior to this had struck me in this way, not even Griff. Only Irin had been up in my ass. And while I liked the idea of keeping it that way, Petrie’s dick was so damned inviting.
I wound up kissing along it. Licking it. Keeping my hands busy toying with his tits. And he kept growing and getting harder.
What’s funny is, he wasn’t getting freaked out about it. So once, again, I’m thinking, He’s not a virgin with men. He’s just pissed at me for taking control of him.
I sucked on his balls, for a moment, then tucked everything back into his undies...which was easier said than done. Not because it was difficult, but because I really did want to keep looking at his equipment. But I was close to losing control, so out of sight, out of mind...sort of.
Instead, I began to slowly cut away his slacks. Going down the right leg, first. Revealing a nicely-shaped calf with curls of hair on it, not the flat swirls of most guys. And knees that were flat out elegant. And even calves just the right size and perfectly outlined with more hair. So many guys have skinny calves, but not our Petrie.
Same for the other leg.
Shoes and socks came off last.
Throughout, I said nothing. My focus was completely on his beauty.
And a growing belief that he should become one of us.
Why? Do you need assistance?
BAM! That came out of nowhere.
Or do you wish to collect men like some collect dolls?
Naw, action figures. I gotta say, if I could have grabbed Chris Evans and Henry Cavill in their uniforms, I’d have done it in a heartbeat. They are too fucking gorgeous together.
Your comment makes no sense.
What does, about me anymore? Now I got a question...
Irin is correct, Dirc. Please continue to provide materials for sustenance that have not been used by other men.
But he and I suck ‘em off and fuck ‘em and...
You and he are above the level of mere humans. The material you inject into them is the preparatory aspect of their use. It enhances the ability to replicate them.
Replicate? Fancy word for cloning and...wait, are all the guys I’ve sent you still alive?
They must still be functional in order to be useful.
Holy shit, your menu must be fifty pages long.
It is necessary. A thousand varieties of travelers now seek sustenance, here. Fortunately, the supply received requires minimal storage space.
Oh, right, those tubes. But still...if we’re not your only supplier there must be hundreds of ‘em. Thousands.
By your method of numbering? Two-thousand-three-hundred-and-forty-five. Space has been allotted for ten times that number, but that may not be needed. Two suppliers were not as clever as you so have been confiscated by their authorities. They are currently undergoing interrogation, in the same manner as you and Irin, and word is spreading to other governments about them. And about you. It must be addressed.
I got an idea how to handle that and...oh, wait. That guard I fucked in the facility. Doral...
Contact has been made. Do you wish to collect him as well?
Sure, if you don’t want him.
BAM! Doral appeared next to me, naked and dripping wet. Guess the Beast took him as he was showering...or being bathed. And fuck, the picture he made...broad shoulders, perfect pecs with water still trailing through the hair on them, tits that were glorious, no six-pack but a belly that was human and real and eroticism defined, with a magnificent dick and balls and ass, slim hips, and legs to make any man envious. Compared to him, even Chris Evans looked like a dork, he was so fucking beautiful.
He was glancing around jerky and with that deer in the headlights kind of expression, so I bolted over, put a finger to his lips and said, “It’s gonna be okay. You’re okay. It’ll be okay. Okay?”
He managed to focus on me...and finally recognized me, murmuring, “You...you’re that...that...”
Suddenly he hugged me, pressing himself tight against me in a way that all but begged for my protection as he gave sharp glances around the room. He was shaking from fear.
“Where are they?” he gasped out. “Are they comin’ for me, again? Are they gonna...gonna...”
That’s when I noticed the burns on his temples, where it looked like electrodes had been attached. And felt scabbed over cuts on his upper and lower back. When I slipped my hands down to feel his ass, he began gasping in panic so I shifted them back up and just held him tight.
“No, they’re not,” I murmured, as comforting as I could be. “They can’t have you, anymore. You’re safe, with us.” And I kept caressing his back, whispering the same thing over and over until he could believe me.
Fuck, seems they did worse to him than they did to me.
They noticed his genetic structure had shifted to match yours and Irin’s. They were attempting to understand how and why, but using methods that would achieve nothing.
Like he’s not a man, anymore; just a lab rat.
It is regrettable he must be rejected. Had he been taken immediately after your injection into him, he would have made the perfect delicacy for the Turuvian-Styxhosas.
You could’ve had him if you hadn’t been such a dick.
Be cautious, Dirc. Regret is rarely offered to one of your species.
Aw, everybody makes mistakes. I’ll see if I can find another like him.
That would be much appreciated. If you could also increase your material to three, a week, it would be quite favorable. It is proving difficult to replace the suppliers who were taken.
Where were they?
An area you refer to as Moscow. Another in the center of a place called Rio de Janeiro. There are five others, but now they are being overly cautious.
How were "they" being paid?
They requested only the sparkling stones, such as you began with. The yellow ore was also acceptable. However, it is thought that the governmental authorities in Russia and Brazil believed they had hoards of the stones and ore hidden in their residences, and had hoped to confiscate them.
Meaning steal them.
Of course. They very upset when they learned that is not the case. Now, both suppliers are being interrogated as to where the other materials are hidden. Which is unfortunate. The shipments from Brazil were especially useful.
Greedy bastards killed the golden Goose.
That reference makes no sense. However, their situation gives you something to be wary of, yourself. Especially as you are already known.
Got ya.
It is helpful that you are the only one asking for the rocks with those minerals in them.
They might be our way out of this.
Suddenly, there were seven of the black rocks next to me, very neatly stacked.
Doral saw them, jumped and almost bolted, but I had too good a grip on him. I drew him close to me, again, saying, “It's okay, buddy. C'mon. C'mon. You know who these came from, right? It’s the Beast. He’s talked to you, in your head. Right?”
He looked at me, shocked. “You...you mean that’s real? I’m not...I'm not goin’ fuckin’ crazy?”
“It talks to me, too. Hell, I’m the original agent.”
He relaxed some and glanced around the room. Saw Petrie lying on the bed, completely naked. Then looked at Peyton and Salim, still strung up and exposed. He also heard Irin and Lon having a light conversation in the main room. Finally, he nestled closer to me, still in the process of regaining complete control over himself.
Do you wish for him to be part of the conversation?
Yeah, may as well bring him in.
Your species is so limited in its ability to communicate. But those who believe that having two miles of dirt and rock above them will protect them from interference are hardly of the greatest intelligence.
Doral’s eyes grew big as he focused on me. “You hear that?”
“Every word,” I said. Then I picked up one of the black rocks. “And these fuckers...it gave them to me.”
Make good use of them. The asteroid does have many thousands more, but they are difficult to gather.
Good to know.
So now it is left to you, Dirc. Thus far, you have managed quite well. Captured twice. Escaped twice. It is rather on the impressive side, for one of your species. Perhaps that is why the others supplied less interesting material. Appropriate enough for appetizers and light snacks, but little of the heft you and Irin provide.
Except for the Brazilians?
They are on the exotic menu.
The Turuvian-Styxhosas like nibbling on them?
Yes, actually, despite not being as enhanced as they might have been, had they come through you. It is tempting to consider bringing you and Irin in for deeper examination, to see if your being together as partners has enhanced your genome in some manner. And why that translates into more viable raw material.
There’s an old saying, Beast. Don’t fix what ain’t broke.
That reference I understood.
Do you still want both of us to fuck and suck the guys off?
That is not necessary. Both of you injecting yourselves into the subject made no difference in its quality.
What if I inject myself into Irin, or him into me? Would we wind up...?
Dirc, once again, supply that has been used is not wanted. Sustenance is best when derived from fresh, clean material.
Meaning we’re not? Well, thank you for that.
Doral actually looked offended. “Wait, he’s saying I’m not clean?” He appeared to be back in control and huffy...and looked so fine, that way.
“It’s just its way of saying you and I are mutton and it wants lamb. That’s all.”
He accepted it, but he still seemed a bit offended, so I pinched his right tit, making him jolt, and said, “Then let me put it this way...you’re not veal; you’re prime rib, and I would love to devour you.”
He huffed a near laugh. “You already did, once. Made me like this.”
“Made you who you really are, times ten.” Then I got all coy and sweet and smiley as I added, “Wanna go, again?”
He cast me a hard look then said, “Only if I get to fuck you, instead.”
I took a look at his dick, and it was very nice to gaze down upon, so I smiled and said, “That can be arranged,” then let my hand trail down his belly to cup both dick and balls. He didn’t shift away from me, like Petrie did.
He was ours, now.
When was he not, once you’d taken him?
With this new world I’m in? I never know.
Will you be capable of handling the forces arrayed against you?
I hefted the rock in my hand. Small and heavy and worth God only knew how much.
I think so.
Think? Bullshit. I knew I could. Because this thing in my hand would protect our asses, according to my plan. All I needed was for Barnes and his assholes to show up.
Then the party would really begin.
