I went inside with Barnes, the Suit, and the SWAT Team to find Lon, Peyton and Salim seated at a table, wearing some of Irin’s shirts and shorts. Looked like a pack of college lads having some brewskies. So fucking cute. Petrie was on the ratty recliner, now dressed in my jeans and a t-shirt, both very tight on him and looking hot, hot, hot. They all had their own shoes on.
Jon was the only one in flip-flops, since he’d arrived naked. And he was standing next to a back door that opened onto a balcony and stairs, ready to bolt the second things got too intense for him. I noticed his eyes were tight on Barnes. I was finally catching on that something more had happened with the man than Jon’d said.
The Suit saw the rocks, straight off, and motioned to a couple of the SWAT boys. “Take these out to my car.”
They did.
I explained to everybody where we were going and what was going to happen, and while they were all wary...they quietly went. Except for Jon. Irin and I had to protectively flank him in order to get him to move, and even then he wouldn’t go anywhere near Barnes.
Which angered me. Helga’s bullshit was bad enough, but if this asshole had hurt Jon on top of what I did, I‘d have to make sure he was repaid.
The Mandorian was nice and tall, and not as garish as you’d find in Las Vegas. We were taken in through the VIP entrance, rushed up via a quiet, well-appointed elevator that only worked via a room key that the Suit kept, and ensconced in a suite that would make any mansion envious. A massive living room with lush furnishings overlooking the city’s lights and dark mountains, beyond. Wrap-around balcony. A kitchen and well-stocked bar. Four private bedrooms, three with walk-in showers, a jacuzzi-style tub in the Master. And WiFi to kick ass.
We’d pretty much used up Irin’s and my stock of clothing that would fit everyone, so I called down to a men’s store in the building and had them send someone up to measure the boys, Irin and myself. Then he brought a selection of everything, from head to toe, to try on. For a sale of this magnitude, they gladly stayed open late...and these, I paid for. Didn’t want to take advantage of the Suit’s generosity.
Not yet.
Two guards were stationed at the elevator and the two who’d cast me interested glances were posted one at each fire exit. They seemed a bit jealous of the attention being lavished on Lon, Peyton, Salim, Petrie and Jon, who were finally relaxing and acting like my own little harem.
I had a barber brought in to neaten everyone up, and a full array of appetizers, sandwiches and fruit to nibble on, with champagne and whiskey.
The food did get charged to the room.
It got to be a real party, and I invited the guards let down their guard (I know, it’s silly to say, but it fit). Which they did...and each wound up with an outfit, as well.
What’s funny is how much I enjoyed watching all these tight, taut, good-looking young men get loose and easy, laughing and stripping down to their undies to try on pants and jeans and shirts and jackets. There is nothing sexier that lovely guys bouncing around half-naked and not worrying about looking sexy.
Peyton and Salim paid special attention to each other, hands-on and everything, and included Lon in their happiness. That did a lot for his mood.
Meanwhile, Irin focused on Jon, who seemed more comfortable with him, and who I noticed made damn sure to keep both Irin and me between him and Barnes.
Of course, that little shit was the only wet noodle. He did not like what we were doing, not one damn bit. But the guards weren’t under his command, and even though he called a total of five different people to put a stop to it, he was shot down every time. Finally, Barnes just sat on a chair on the balcony, overlooking the city, stewing in his anger.
Which was half the reason I was doing this. The other half was to watch Jon cast him looks of pure hate.
For that night, I assigned a good-sized bedroom to Peyton and Salim, who got Lon to join with them. Those three had grown really tight, really quick. Didn’t hurt they were all about the same age and really fucking adorable. What made it better was how they renamed themselves.
“Lon’s a dumb name,” he said. “I’m goin’ for Oz.”
“Payt, for me,” Payton said, hugging Lon...I mean, Oz from behind, like a brother.
Salim leaned back into them, sighing, “I’m just S.”
Payt laughed and tickled the lad’s ear, making him chuckle. Then into their room, they went.
I had a feeling they wouldn’t sleep a lot, tonight.
The adjoining room went to Petrie, by himself; he was still a bit skittish at having anyone touch him, though he had relaxed a lot. He even took me to one side, near the end of the festivities, and murmured, “Can I tell you something? Secret?”
I’d glanced him over, admiring how much more amazing his body looked in the cream silk shirt, mahogany trousers and black half-boots he’d chosen, and nodded.
He looked around at the others, who were still enjoying the shit out of themselves, and almost smiled. Then he said, oh-so-softly, “I’ve gone both ways...and what you did...I’ve never had better. But...I almost got the feelin’ you were usin’ me. And I won’t be used. Had a drill sergeant...well, he...uh...”
“No need to say it,” I told him. “We’ll never do anything you don’t want to do. Back me up, I’ll have your back, too.”
He looked at me for a long moment then nodded and went into his room. And I was happy to know he would not suit the Beast, after all.
By the time everyone was in their room, Irin and I were down nearly twenty-five thousand bucks, but as he said, “Can’t have our pack looking shabby, can we?”
Our pack. Like wolves in the wild. I loved the thought of it.
He took the Master bedroom, where everything was king size, and ushered Jon in with him. Irin planned to talk him into making use of the jacuzzi tub and quietly fill him in on what his new world would be like. He was a lot better at being soothing than I was.
“He is the one most like the two of us,” Irin said to me, his eyes on Jon. “Though more you than me.”
“Straight to gay?” I snickered.
“Did you take much time to figure everything out?”
I shook my head. “Being killed cleared a lot of shit out of my head.”
“Yeah, showed me what matters; what’s really important.”
“That’s the one real difference between us and Jon; he didn’t die, first. But I also think they did things to him that they didn’t do to us.”
I told him about what happened to Lon...OZ, dammit! And he nodded.
“Do you want me to find out, from Jon?” he asked in a way to suggest he’d rather not.
“No,” I said. “I have another source I can tap.”
He saw me looking out at Barnes and smirked. “Tomorrow’s the next upload. My turn, but I don’t feel like doing it.”
“It’s already tomorrow.”
He cast me a smile then he joined Jon in the Master Bedroom.
Dawn was just beginning to break, so what time could it be? Six? The guards would change out around eight, if they do twelve-hour shifts. I gazed upon the boys guarding the elevators and the exit doors...dozing really, and looking so sweet and innocent. Two gay, two straight, too close to me, now, to use. I decided later was better for the upload. After they were gone. Hoped their replacements would be usable.
They'd have to be. I wasn't going to be allowed out on the street for a couple more days.
I looked back at Barnes. His eyes were locked on me, and he had a pistol in hand. Not aimed or anything, just obvious. I blew him a kiss and went into the smallest bedroom.
And undressed. Completely.
One reason I’d chosen this room was because it was the other side of the suite from the Master Bedroom and had its own door to the balcony. Exactly what I needed.
So I got my dick worked up to where it was nice and hard and calmly stepped out onto the balcony.
Barnes heard me and looked around, surprised. He was just about to raise his pistol when I jumped over, pushed his hand aside and sat on his lap, saying, “I want you to fuck me like you fucked Jon Doral.”
He tried to shove me away, snarling, “Get off me, faggot!”
I grabbed both his wrists and held his arms to his side then kissed him. He twisted his face away, spitting and just as furious as he could be. “I’m not like that.”
He was about to howl, so I kissed him, again, this time holding his head in place and letting him pound at me with his fists.
Then I growled, “Liar. I can feel you already getting hard, just thinking about being inside my ass. I got a private room. Separate entrance off the balcony. Nobody needs to know.”
I rose to my feet, showing him my very ready cock. “Join me and I’ll tell you everything.”
His eyes shot between my dick and my face, horrified.
“You’ll get the who, what, when, where, and how...if you cum inside me. Record it on your phone. Much as you want. In my room. And don’t worry; I’m a quiet fuck. Hell, I’ll even suck on you to get you ready for it. That’s part of the ritual.”
I winked at him and strutted back into my room, knowing he was watching my ass rock. So far as I could tell, none of the guards had noticed a thing.
I sat at a corner of the bed, legs akimbo, focused on the balcony entrance, my dick hard and ready.
A couple minutes later, he snuck in and stayed by the door, his back against it. He kept his eyes on my face.
“What kind of game’re you playin’?” he snarled. “Why would you even begin to think I had sex with Doral?”
“You didn’t,” I said, nice and soft. “You raped him. And Helga watched and took notes.”
“Helga? You mean the woman you murdered?”
“Just defending myself against a sexual assault.”
His expression stayed blank. No denial. No derision. That was all the proof I needed to know he’d known what she was doing. Participated in it.
I continued with, “I’m sure it was all for scientific purposes. To see what effect your semen would have on Jon, during his transition. Were you going to do that to Irin, before I fucked your plans up?”
“You’re a fucking lunatic.”
“And yet, here you are. Recording, yet?”
He showed me his phone. It was off.
“You haven’t answered my question,” he said. “Why do you think I had sex with Doral? Is that what he claimed? That our experiments were the same as rape?”
I grinned and leaned back, showing myself off to the best advantage I could. “After you fuck me.”
“Why the fuck do you want me to fuck you? I’m not queer.”
“Didn’t say you were. I just want you to see that your cum’s got nothing to do with what’s happening to me, Irin...and now Jon. That, and you really are good-looking. I’d love to see what your cock looks like. If it’s as pretty as you are.”
That made him squirm, a little, and I noticed a bit of a stir in his crotch. Guess he’s a boxers kind of guy. Lord, so stupidly straight.
“C’mon over,” I said, motioning to him. “I’ll get you up for it. There’s nothing like a gay man’s blow job to make you want to get down to fucking anything that’s available.”
He shifted away from the door...and I saw he still had the gun in his other hand.
“You try anything funny,” he murmured, “I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”
“Wait until I finish blowing yours.”
He came to the corner of the bed and pointed the gun at my temple.
I chuckled. “You want to go for a rape scenario. I like that.”
I ran my hands up the outside of his legs, and they were nice. Not as well-formed as I’d thought, but certainly not stick figure level or tree-trunk size. More like a runner.
"Please, Mr. Barnes, please don't hurt me," I said in a really bland voice. So porno.
Then I put my hands on his hips and positioned his crotch before me, and used my tongue to slip past that flap of fabric over his fly and take the zipper in my teeth. Which nuzzled my nose against his belly. Even through his shirt it made him take in a deep sigh.
I lowered the zipper and used my nose to push its teeth apart, then had my tongue tickle past it to find, sure enough, he was wearing boxers. I bit at them, catching not only the fabric but some of his pubes.
Which made him gasp.
I let go and undid his belt and the fastener for his trousers. I pulled them open to find a pair of tight, plaid boxers...not like briefs or those loose things Frat boys like so much, or cheap...but full of his dick and balls. I pulled the elastic band down...down...down...to release his dick, which was nice and average, with a birthmark on it and a good-sized head, then positioned the band behind his balls.
Those were lovely. Fat and round and hanging a little, not a lot. Just enough. And a fine bush around it all. I couldn’t help but run my tongue and lips and nose and face all over them.
“Oh, shit,” he said, breathless. “Maybe I’m ready, now.”
“Not just yet,” I said...then I plowed his dick into my mouth.
He’s not the biggest I’d ever done this to, but it was nice. It was fun. I was enjoying sucking on him and licking at him and letting my fingers toy with his balls. I could feel his ass beginning to clench and his involuntary jerks to push deeper.
“Okay,” he gasped, “time to fuck...time to fuck...”
Instead, I shoved his pants down and grabbed his ass with both hands and went ballistic on his dick. He tried to push me away and even hit me with the gun, but within seconds he was bent over my head and firing down my throat.
Providing a fair amount, I might add. He was ready...
So was I. Just as he finished his last ejaculation, I grabbed his arms and twisted and flipped him face down on the bed. Rammed his head in a pillow, muffling him. Caught a glimpse of a truly amazing ass, round, a bit hairy and with a tan line. Then bent his right arm behind him, hard and tight, and plowed into him.
He tried to scream and fought me like no one else ever had. It was difficult staying in him. Almost popped out, twice. But I had primed myself so it only took me another three or four good thrusts and I was cumming inside of him...again and again...
And the motherfucker was gone.
In his place on the bed...ten of those black rocks!
Ten?!
Well done, Dirc. This one is very pleasing. As good as the one you call Jon. Perhaps even better. The Turuvian-Styxhosas will let their joy be known to you.
I was breathing hard, but at least in my head I could say a nice and normal, You’re welcome.
Will there be more?
Dunno yet. Depends on the changing of the guard.
Two would be sufficient to double what you have just been paid. Understood?
Exactly. Quick question...do you have any other rare earth minerals to provide, maybe?
Iridium is not a rare earth mineral, by your science’s description. It is merely an extremely rare element.
But I thought...
You and Irin were mistaken. Do you prefer payment in diamonds or gold, from this point forward?
No, stick with iridium. But can you do me a favor? I’d like to verify something. Jon is one of us now, isn’t he?
That is correct.
He’ll be able to do the same as Irin and me?
No, he is not to that level. He is open to communication and will develop the same strength. You two are special cases. As are the others mentioned previously.
Because we died, first?
That is correct.
Okay. Then the guy I just sent you...can you find out what he did to Jon?
In answer, I was back in the underground lab room where I’d been kept. Watching as Jon was dragged in by some burly guards, naked and shackled, and then bound to the same chair I’d been in. The lab freaks stood around, chattering, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. He was fighting them but they had bound him too tightly to the chair.
They attached electrodes to his forehead then had trouble running a intravenous lines into his arms because he was twisting against them, too much. Finally, two of them held each arm still and they managed to slip a needle into each one.
Fuck.
Like fucking Nazis.
I couldn’t believe how angry I was at the treatment of him. He wasn’t human, to them; he was just a lab rat...even though it was perfectly obvious he was a man.
After a moment, Helga and Barnes entered and joined the lab freaks in putting hands went all over him. Pinching. Poking. Examining him. Groping him. Taking blood and measurements. He was constantly talking to them. But they ignored him, completely.
Finally, the lad freaks exited and the chair was tilted back so his head was near the floor. A dentist’s spreader thing was used to force his mouth open.
Then Barnes pulled out his dick, got hard, and fucked Jon in the face.
I actually growled in fury when I saw that.
He fired into Jon’s mouth then put himself back together as Helga did another detailed examination. More blood. Readouts from the electrodes. Swabs.
The chair shifted back to normal position, Jon shaking his head in what seemed like disbelief. Then she attached a pump to his dick and set it going.
He struggled more, but could do nothing. Couldn’t even cry out because the spreader was still in his mouth, and some of Barnes’ cum was dribbling down his chin.
He finally ejaculated some semen into the thing and the two human monsters ran some tests on it. They seemed satisfied, but then the chair shifted back a little and Jon’s legs were spread.
That shocked me. I didn’t know the damned thing could do that. Had it ever done it to me? No...no, I was sure it hadn’t because Barnes then dropped his trousers, revealing his very fine ass, slipped between Jon’s legs and shoved his dick into him...and that had not been done to me. I would have known.
Jon screamed and was back to struggling, but Barnes fucked him till he came inside him. Helga took a swab up his ass and more blood and more readings off the sensors, all of which went into her fucking notes. Meanwhile, Barnes ran some test strips over his own dick before wiping himself off and tucking away.
Holy fucking shit, breaking her neck was too easy on her. And him? I wanted to tear his fucking dick off.
That would have been counter-productive. See here.
The scene shifted to the Beast’s storage area and I got a good look at Barnes, now caught in one of those tubes. Naked. Hoses up his ass and around his dick and down his throat, and his eyes wide open, in horror.
He serves best when completely conscious.
Good.
Two more, Dirc.
Later, today. Maybe even four.
You will be paid, according to quality, not quantity.
I nodded, and my mind was my own, again.
I pulled on some sleeping shorts and a t-shirt then crossed to the Master Bedroom. I entered as quietly as I could to find Irin and Jon sleeping. I slipped under the covers to lie next to them. Irin woke, barely, and smiled at me. I smiled back...then carefully wrapped my arms around Jon. He stirred and snuggled closer, and I nearly wept.
It's a weird feeling, to have someone trust you so much they let themselves sleep next to you. Let their face relax and everything they were concerned about or feared or were confused over drift away so they look as innocent as a child. I’d seen that in Irin so many times, and so loved it.
I looked at Irin. He and I were so in-sync, I could tell he was feeling the same way. Protective about a guy who’d worked with our enemies...but who was now joining with us against those who’d hurt us.
I reached over and took Irin’s hand. Held it so I could gaze at his palm. Caress his fingers. Thought about how completely and totally different I was to the guy who’d fucked around with girls and worked construction and made it from one payday to next. Wondered at how hard-assed I could be when dealing with forces much greater than myself.
Forces that would crush us the second they no longer needed us.
I hugged Jon a bit closer and whispered to him, “I’ll never let anyone hurt you, again.”
Irin whispered, “You really think we’re gonna be okay?”
It took me a moment, but I nodded. “We will, now.”
He smiled back at me and whispered, “I know.”
And he returned to his slumber.
I kept hold of his hand...and held Jon close...and felt complete and alive in a way I’d never felt before. Because these two men were my home...
And I would die before I let that be torn apart.
