As for Payton and Salim...Irin took the lead on them. I didn’t ask him to; he just seemed more fixated on the guys. And I figured they’d be more open to him than they would me...because I was their kidnapper. And molester. And he did radiate more fun and excitement while I was like the yappy untrained pup out for a run.
Or something like that...I dunno.
So when Irin came in to talk with them, I took Doral to my suitcase. It was on a rickety dining room chair just behind Griff...who appeared to be sleeping.
“Is he like us?” Doral asked.
“Not yet,” I said, and noticed Griff shifted a bit in the chair when I spoke. So actually not sleeping. Still thinking. Maybe he would join with us, maybe he wouldn’t. While I’d prefer the former, I could live with the latter.
I dug out some sweatpants and a hoodie, along with another pair of my boxer briefs. Everything about Doral was a size larger than me. Shoulders, hips, legs...all more solid. More sturdy. More buff. So when he pulled on the briefs, he managed to look even sexier than before.
I was still in those stupid slit pants so yanked them off and grabbed a pair of jeans...then noticed Doral was looking at my ass. And you could tell he was more than interested, thanks to how his dick was packed into those briefs. Not really hard, yet, but wouldn't take much to get there. I couldn’t help but reach over and fondle it. He shifted his hips forward to give me even more access.
“Y’know,” he said, “if I fucked you right now it wouldn’t be from love or lust. I’m still pissed at what you did to me.”
“I don’t blame you,” I said, now rolling his balls in my hand. God, they felt nice, caught in the cotton and on so fat and full. “I raped you, plain and simple.”
He took in a deep breath. “Nothing plain or simple about it, motherfucker.”
“Fatherfucker.”
He grabbed my hand then spun me around and pulled me close, pressing his hardening dick between the cheeks of my ass...and let out a long sigh. “What’s really fucking freaking me out is how good it feels, holding you like this. So nice and real.”
“And honest.”
“Maybe I oughta show you who’s the fuckin' alpha, here.”
I chuckled then twisted back around, grabbed him by the balls and led him back to where Petrie was. Irin had taken Peyton and Salim into another room and shut the door. I think Lon was in there with him...at least, I hadn’t seen the kid around and seriously doubted he’d run off.
I led Doral to the foot of Petrie’s bed, told him, “Put up or shut up.” Then I leaned over the railing at the bed’s foot, my briefs-covered ass poking up, ready and waiting.
Which I can’t believe I did...because I've never done that, before...but I did.
Petrie watched me with wary eyes as I reached up to scoop my hands around his ass and pull him down closer to me. Despite the gag, he yelped, and his dick and balls bounced a little, almost like they were saying Hi, let’s have at it. I maneuvered him to where he was close enough for my mouth to connect with them...then licked his balls and caressed his inner thighs, making him jolt. Sure, I’d jacked him off not an hour before, but his dick still responded. Men his age are usually good for three or four ejaculations before they run out of juice. I know I am. So let’s see how he does.
I felt Doral’s hands caress my ass. Shit, how I loved the feel of them. Not as much as when Irin was getting ready to fuck me, but close enough. His thumbs traced along my crack. His fingers dug into my cheeks. Then I felt the heft of his dick push between my legs and against my scrotum. It’s not like he’d have much trouble getting past the briefs; Helga had already nipped some holes in them.
Jesus, every sensation you can imagine started washing over me. Lust. Euphoria. Exquisite tingles dancing through every part of my body. My own dick damn near exploding with need and reaction. If he kept this up for too long, I’d cum.
I focused on Petrie’s growing dick. Getting lovelier and lovelier. I’d liked its look when I was stroking it. Now my mouth was watering for the taste of it.
I nuzzled his pubes, working my nose and lips around his dick and making it all but spring into action. Fat and hard and ready. I sucked on his balls, light and easy, my tongue tickling them as he groaned and squirmed.
Which made me squirm, as well, and clench my ass, bringing an audible sigh from Doral.
Who then tore the back of my briefs open.
I nearly screamed from the joy of him getting his access to my ass, that way. But when he pushed his head against my hole, I automatically tightened everything. I had to consciously force myself to loosen up to let him push into me and...and it still hurt...but it also felt so...fucking...right and good and even meaningful.
I waited till he was all the way inside me.
Filling me in ways I'd never felt before.
Shit, I think he was bigger than Irin...and I nearly lost my mind at just the feel of it. But seeing Petrie’s dick, straight and hard and ready in front of me, centered my brain. So I took it in my mouth and began worshiping it with my lips and tongue as Doral began to fuck me. And I kept in unison with the rhythm he set...in and out and in and out and in and out...
I found if I let my tongue glide from the base of Petrie’s dick to just under the head, he would gasp and clench his own ass and shove harder into my mouth...so I kept at him, like that.
Doral leaned over me, still pumping, then rested his elbows on the bed and pinched at my tits, sending screaming lightning throughout my body. I gasped. Not one inch of my corporal being wasn’t feeling his dick inside me and his body on top of me and fingers pulling and pinching and twisting my tits...added to by Petrie’s dick fucking my mouth. Son-of-a-bitch, I loved every bit of it. Every movement. Every stroke. And didn’t want it to stop even as both of them grew closer and closer and closer to firing into me.
Oh, fuck, fuck fuck, FUCK...talk about the perfect spit-roasted.
Then Doral bolted upright and slammed hard against my ass once, twice, three times...and I felt him fire inside me. Over and over and over. He was like a firehose of cum, and his grunts of pleasure were hot, hot, hot.
Petrie followed a moment later, inside my mouth. Not as strong or as much as Doral just let out...or even, I think, when I’d jacked him off. But that last part made his lesser ejaculation understandable.
I swallowed it. Every bit before I let his dick draw away. Damn, he was breathing fast and sharp, his eyes focused on the ceiling. His tits perky and begging for abuse.
So I circled my fingers around them, making him moan in pleasure and his dick tense, a little. My bet was he could do another load. Probably hadn’t been used this good in years, and certainly never by something female. Gay men know all the tricks in making a blowjob an out of body experience.
Doral was still inside me. Seemed unwilling to withdraw. I felt no need to make him do so. Having his dick up my ass and his hips still resting againt my cheeks and his legs pressed against mine...it was like home.
Okay, let’s be clear, here. Irin was a better fuck. No question. Because he would take his time and make sure I felt every sensation possible as he pushed in and out of me and mauled my body till he and I came, in unison. But we'd always pulled out, first, so now he could fill me like I’m sure Doral did, and I could do the same to him. Every step of the way, we would now be in perfect sync.
But Doral...I think his dick was a good twenty percent larger than Irin’s, which made him a damn good runner up in the fucking department.
He pulled me up and back against him and wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. Both sides. His breathing rough and deep. When he finally pulled out, I turned to face him and kissed him, long and gentle...
And he kissed me back.
He fucking kissed me back.
Then he chuckled. “You taste like raw meat.”
"You eat that crap?" I asked, shocked.
"Fuck, no. Tried it. Not for me, but I know guys who do."
I laughed. “Come on.”
I led him to an outside shower, leaving Petrie to lie on the bed, still lost in the pleasure he’d just experienced. I wondered how he'd react when he was finally fucked.
It was chilly out and the water was icy cold, but it sure as hell woke us both up. Shit. Though Doral seemed to love it like that. He leaned his head under the stream of water and let it pound down on him. I embraced him from behind, leaning my chin against his left shoulder. He was still breathing a bit rough.
Finally, he said, “I never felt that, before. I loved fucking my wife. We were gonna have kids. Someday. But that’s gone. All gone. Thanks to you.”
What could I say to that? He was right.
He continued with, “But this. That...what just happened in that room...what I did to you...holy fucking shit, it was like a drug. First taste of a drug. I...I hear coke’s like that. First time’s the best...”
“Aw fuck cocaine. This is a hundred times better, though more addictive.”
“Is that what you did to me? Made me a junky for gay sex?”
“I showed you who you are. Who all men are, deep down. Removed all the cobwebs and let you enjoy being with me.”
“Meaning I’m one of you, now. A freak who fucks boys.”
“Fucks men.”
He nodded. “Yeah, you ain’t no boy, that’s for damn sure.”
I chuckled. “Bitch. But you liked it. I liked it. So if you want, you can fuck me anytime.”
“Will it...will it feel like this, again?”
“I promise you, it will. I’ll see to it.”
“Did you even cum?”
“Not this time. I’m saving mine for a special occasion.”
Which apparently was quietly approaching. I turned off the shower and held Doral closer, saying, “Listen.”
We could just hear several vehicles pulling to a stop on the road. Some of them heavy.
He looked at me, beginning to panic. “Barnes...must’ve call in the SWAT.”
I nodded. “That’s why we left the SUV out front. Give ‘em something to track.”
He started to breath sharp and afraid. “You...you wanted them to come?”
I nodded. “Time to end this shit. Now go let the others know, though I’m sure Irin’s already aware.” I grabbed a towel and began drying off. “There’s more towels inside. I’ll need this one.”
“Dirc, they...they’re gonna take us back and...”
I put a finger to his lips. “Nobody’s going anywhere.”
“How can we stop ‘em?”
“I...will stop them.”
“You? You ain’t even dressed.”
“Doral...what’s your first name?”
“Jon.”
“Jon...trust me. We are not going back to that place.” He didn't look convinced so I kissed him and whispered, "I promise you."
He looked at me, in wonder. “And I was gonna show you who’s alpha.”
“That’s a stupid label. We are what we are, and I’ve been dealing with it longer than any of you. That’s the only difference. Now in! Get dressed. Oh, and bring out three of those black rocks.” And I patted his ass.
He hesitated then went.
I dried my legs and ass then stepped around the shower stall to the roadway...and found...
Several armored vehicles and a half-dozen SUVs silently positioning themselves a couple hundred feet away. A few men were around them, prepping their rifles...and all were startled to see naked little me appear, still drying my hair.
One of the group was Barnes, all decked out in his SWAT gear and looking cute a bug in a rug, as my grandmother’d once said.
“Nice of you to finally make it,” I called loud enough for them all to hear.
BAM! Half a dozen rifles were trained on little old me, as I draped the towel over my shoulders. Obviously, I had no weapons on me...unless you count my dick.
Which I've been told could well be.
Guess we're gonna see just how lethal my weapon is.
