When I woke at ten am, the guard had changed and...to my surprise no one asked about Barnes.
“I told everybody he’d gone out,” said Irin, “and all they did was shrug.”
“Yeah, he was real popular,” I smirked as I ate what was left of the breakfast trays. Kitchenette came in handy for reheating.
Jon was on the balcony in the the lotus position while Oz, Payt and S were playing a video game on the wide-screen and they were like puppies frolicking. I loved it.
I was prepping dishes for the washer when Irin slipped up behind me and hugged me close.
“Was Barnes much trouble?” he murmured...as if he could possibly be heard over the boys’ yammering at each other about the game.
I chuckled. “Just your usual straight guy, thinking with his dick instead of his brain.” I hesitated, then added, “He did rape Jon. Anally and orally. For science. And Helga watched. It was fucking disgusting.”
“Boss showed you?”
I nodded. “Has it ever shown you anything like that?”
“Once. When I sent him a guy who wasn’t appropriate. Turned out he’d been in prison and...well, you know prisons are.”
I nodded. “What happened with him?”
“He stuck around for a while, then stole $4000 and took my car, and I haven’t heard from him, since. Didn’t report it. Didn’t need the scrutiny.” He rubbed his crotch against my ass and nuzzled my neck. “I don’t think we should initiate Jon into our...well...”
“What we do? I agree. You and I can handle that. Let the boys be...we’ll decide what, later.” I cast a look across the room at the guard by the stairway door. “So what do you think about him?”
Irin looked and nodded. He wasn’t bad-looking. A bit soft around the belly, but good pecs and decent ass. Face was a bit on the ratty side, but we don’t fuck the face, so...
“There’s one by the elevator that’s even better," he said. "Squinty eyes and an accent I can’t place, but everything else is just right.”
“What about the last two?”
“One’s on the thin side. Might do for an appetizer. The other...really stocky. Not a bad shape, but I think there’s more fat than muscle. Would the Boss want that?”
“For flavoring, maybe?”
He shrugged. “It’s all or nothing.” Then he giggled. “That Suit’s gonna be unhappy.”
"Don't make bet on that."
So we took all four guards, quietly, in the Master Bedroom. So quickly and silently, the boys didn’t even notice. It helped they were doing well in the game, slaughtering monsters and armies and whatever else there was in it.
I sucked and fucked the first one and the beefy one; Irin did the other two. The only guy who was a real problem was the one with squinty eyes. He knew how to wiggle and fight, and looked damn lovely doing it, his body and legs lean and clean, his muscles straining, his ass nice enough to eat. But I had to help Irin get him done so we could be set in time for lunch.
They added a dozen more rocks to Barnes’ pile. Seems the Beast had really liked the beefy one.
When the new guards came and asked where the guys were they were to relieve, we just shrugged and said, “They left.” They called someone...probably Trooper Dude to let him know, and from the screeching on the phone I don’t think he was please, but there was nothing more about it and the day passed fine.
The Suit arrived mid-afternoon the next day. A bit early. But he was barely able to hold back his excitement...especially when he saw the pile of rocks we had to give him.
We sat at the dining table for an hour negotiating who got what percentage and when deliveries would be made, and how and where. He wanted us to ship the stones to an address in Georgia, clear across the country...which made me uncomfortable.
However, Jon was sitting close by, quietly listening, and when he heard the value of the shipments he said, “Charter flight, with someone accompanying them. Delivery once funds are transferred, and a sign-off.”
“That’s a lot of expense,” said the Suit. “FedEx Custom Critical is fine...”
“Too open to interruption,” was Jon’s response. “And you’d be on the hook for it, because it’s your choice of carrier.”
“Would you accompany it?” I asked him.
“Glad to. I got family in Atlanta. Could come back on a commercial flight, if you spot a couple days extra.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said, looking at the Suit.
Irin nodded.
“You paying for it?” the Suit asked.
Jon shook his head. “Handling and tax on top the deal.”
The Suit was getting huffy, but I put up a hand to silence him. We’d been going for a fifty/fifty split on the value, but I wrote 40/60 and showed it to him.
He took in a deep breath, then crossed that out and wrote 33/67. Then he said, “Have you heard anything from Barnes?”
And he was looking straight at me when he said that.
Then he added, “And what about those guards that were here, yesterday? It’s odd they just walked off the job. Don’t you think?”
Son-of-a-bitch...he knew what was going on. He fucking knew. Was the suite bugged?
Well, if it was, it was, and they got an earful. Maybe even eyeful. So I laughed. Then I took that piece of paper, scratched through the 33/67 and made it 34/66 before writing under it, With full protection.
He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s workable. How about this?”
He wrote 25/75 and we supply raw materials.
That...was intersting. But I had to add, To specifications. Three a week.
“That’s acceptable...so long as the current level of iridium is maintained.”
Jon shook his head. “Can’t be so locked in. Have some leeway...like ten or fifteen percent.”
I grinned at him, looked at Irin to see he was in agreement and gave the Suit a big smile. “Well?”
He nodded. “Acceptable.”
So we were now a government contractor...and maybe executor. But that detail was not of importance.
Of course, it took a few months to get ourselves situated, once we were released from custody. We moved back to Irin’s compound in the California mountains, which I made damn sure was made as fire-0resistant as possible. And free of any surveillance around the interior. Then since we didn’t want anyone poking about, included was installing a top of the line security system. I let Oz, Payt and S design and implement that as Jon scouted out a good private air service to contract with.
Of course, this meant shipments from the Suit could not commence until everything was ready, so Irin and I had to make visits to Sacramento, San Francisco, Bakersfield, Fresno, LA and Las Vegas to meet our obligation. We also did a few forays in Phoenix. Lots of those red-capped freaks there.
But finally the big day came. Everything was set and we got our first collection of raw material...three truly buff, rather dirty Russian mercenaries caught in the Central African Republic. Two were anything but handsome, still...as I said, you don’t fuck the face.
The third was damn near perfect. Tall. Face on the Slavic side but in a rich way. Pecs and abs lean and dashed with blond hair. Trim waist and elegant ass leading into well-shaped legs. Once he’d been washed in the basement shower, he was just plain fucking gorgeous...even though his dick was on the average side.
The first two were perfunctory. Suck ‘em off, fuck ‘em. We got five rocks for each one, and that was sufficient.
But the Slavic guy...him, we saved for last. Strung him up in the basement, gagged and wearing a pair of tight white briefs that added to the beauty of his ass, and he was fucking gorgeous. We didn’t bind his legs because we wanted him to be fun...which he was. A real fighter, kicking and dancing around to avoid us as we groped him and grabbed him and held him in place.
He cursed us with every word he knew...in Russian, of course, but it was still joyous. I loved how his ass felt through the material, when I grabbed it...and how tight and well-shaped it was when he kicked away from me.
Irin focused on the guy’s dick... groping that and his balls and pinching at his tits. Finally, he yanked the elastic down to reveal him. His little dick just bounced around then, its head hidden in his foreskin, until Irin got a good grip on his balls and stopped his twisting and turning enough for me to grab his hips and hold him in place. Then I slipped my own dick between his legs to bop against his scrotum...and he howled, even through the gag, and clenched his cheeks against me so tight I almost thought I'd entered him.
Holy fuck, if the Suit sent us more guys like this I might waive charging for the shipping and handling on the rocks.
We finally wore the guy down and Irin got to work on his dick, bringing it to a reasonable size if still not the biggest we’d ever done. And its foreskin snuck away from the head, showing it was actually quite pretty. If it’d been twice its size, he could have done porn.
I wondered about recording these sessions for a moment, and selling tham...but brain kicked in and pointed out how stupid it would be to have a record that could ever be used against you.
I yanked the briefs down his legs and massaged his ass, which he did not like. Nor did he like me diving in and licking his hole. It shocked him so much, he froze for a moment...then bumped back at me. Knocking me away from him. But I just dove in, again, and was rewarded with a serious clenching of his cheeks.
Irin came up for air long enough to say, “That’s got him. That’s it. He don’t like it, but he does love it.” Then he returned to licking and kissing and stroking and sucking on the guy’s dick. I peeked around to watch him, for a second, and it looked like he’d expanded by an additional twenty percent.
The guy still tried to twist away, but finally gave into Irin’s tongue. That’s when I greased up my dick and slipped it between his legs and found his hole, and before he could react, I’d shoved into him.
Deep.
He howled and kicked and jolted and tired to get away, but between the two of us we had hid in place.
God, was he tight. Definitely a virgin despite the stories I’d heard about Russian soldiers. Slipping in and out of him was glorious. Feeling his ass clench around my dick was amazing. I wound up feeling the roar of an ejaculation coming along really fast and didn’t want to stop it because it was a monster and I was ready to drown, again...
And then I did.
Exploded, screaming, myself.
Slamming hard against his ass, making his cheeks quiver.
Making my whole fucking body quiver.
I reached around and pinched at his tits, hard as I could, and he groaned...
And that’s when he came in Irin’s mouth. Jerked and shivered and gasped and jerked and shivered and gasped.
Irin looked around him, up at me, cum dribbling down his face and beatific smile on his lips. Then he giggled and said, “Just try an’ do better.”
We swapped places, but this time without the foreplay. The guy’s dick was still on the hard side and really did look good like this. Swinging there. Cum dripping from it. I caressed it and fondled his balls, gently, as Irin pushed into him.
He groaned as Irin began fucking him, but all I did was keep caressing his dick and balls...and his legs...and his treasure trail and slim hips and beautiful ass and toyed with his tits, some more, before licking up his shaft then letting him slip into my mouth. I curled my tongue around him, gently, my fingers toying with his pube and inner thighs...and he got harder...and harder...as Irin pushed faster and faster...and then he jolted and came down my throat. Not as much as he’d done the first time, I'm sure, but enough to matter.
I shifted back to eye his dick as Irin grunted and gasped and came inside of him, mingling his cum with mine. Once. Twice. Three times...
And then the guy was gone.
Irin was standing there, his dick still raging but only dripping cum. I reached up and held it and pulled him down to his knees using it...and drew him into a kiss. The guy’s cum mixed on our tongues. And we held each other for five minutes before even looking to see...
A dozen rocks next to us.
“I think the boss is pleased.”
“Good for us.”
Then we showered and dressed and went upstairs to find the boys watching some superhero movie that had men with impossible bodies jumping around in skintight latex as Jon read a book, earphones on his head and the stereo feeding him some gentle music.
We never did bring Jon into our inner circle. Though he did finally join us in our bed, letting Irin blow him as I ate him out. And, eventually, we both fucked him. But gently. Carefully. Lovingly. So it was a pleasure to him and not a pain.
I love having my pack so happy and calm.
I love being with Irin and Jon.
I love supplying the Beast with all it needs to feed the universe. Especially since Barnes was extremly pleasing to the Turuvian-Styxhosas. I know because one morning we woke up to find five bars of gold neatly stacked on the kitchen counter, each weighing 400 troy ounces.
These are yours, Dirc. If you provide more like, they will just as generous.
Man...talk about a generous tip.
I didn’t mention them to the Suit. Didn’t want to complicate matters. We just went through George and his jeweler to cash them out...and now even he was happy.
So the business is still on-going, and everyone seems as pleased as I am. I’ve sent the Beast two more men like Barnes and been rewarded just as richly. Oz, Peyt and S have developed their own video game...which looks a lot like hunting humans...but it’s selling like crazy, so they’re working on a follow-up. Jon is online with a message of peace and simplicity that has well over ten million followers, making all of them very self-sufficient.
What's even better? None of them ask us about the delivery of men, or where our money’s coming from. They just accept it all. And I like it that way.
There have been so many days where Irin and I just sit on the porch and think of how lucky we are. To have found each other. To have built such a successful business. To have a pack of such lovely puppies as company, who we can watch grow and evolve into elegant creatures. Even have a natural spiritual being in our midst, adding calm to the mixture. Sometimes it seems too good to be true.
I have no idea how long we will live or how much more we will evolve. We are what we are, creatures of instinct and our own meaning...and I’m more satisfied in this than I ever was when I was merely human.
At moments like that, I have to take Irin’s hand and draw him over to sit on my lap. And hold. And kiss the nape of his neck. And whisper in his ear, “I want to fuck you like an animal.”
To which he’d giggle. “I want to feel you from the inside.”
Trent Reznor understood.
Knew this is how life should be lived. Free and open to be who you are.
And God help anybody who tries to stop us. Because the beast is always hungry, and there’s an entire universe that loves to eat out.
And the menu is always evolving...
