Since I had nothing to move, I just stayed with Irin. Got shown the whole house. Like the spiral wooden stairs leading up to a loft bedroom with a massive king bed neatly made-up in hand-sewn quilts. Tiffany-style lamps to each side. Gable windows letting in just enough light and a wood-burning stove sitting in a stone encased area between them. The bathroom was to the other side of the stairs and had an old-style toilet, sink and tub, with an extension hose for a shower. It was perfect.
“There’s a decent store the other side of the mountain,” he said. “We’ll get you some things to wear.”
“I got clothes.”
“Not much if they’re in that duffel bag.”
“Okay...but no kilts.”
He laughed. “Dunno why. You got the legs for ‘em.”
“Not like yours.”
He pulled me close and gripped my ass and crushed his dick against mine, saying, “It’s not the legs that matter, bitch.”
“So it’s true you don’t wear anything under them?”
“That’s the rule. But thinkin’ about it, the guy I have downstairs is about your size. Help me undress him, you can have his clothes, too. After a good wash.”
I nodded my agreement and kissed him.
He purred, “Oh, this is gonna be so lovely.”
I took a nice long hot bath, luxuriating in the beauty around me. Irin left me to it as he fed his pups. Algernon and Anthrax. Brothers just over a year old.
“Good noise-makers but won’t attack unless I’m in trouble,” he said.
“That happened?”
His grin grew wicked. “Couple of backwoods boys from NoCal thought they were big and butch enough to take my house. Wanted a place to set up and look for gold, and they were so full of their manliness, they figured queer little me couldn’t stop ‘em. Stupid fucks. Alger and Anth separated them till I could get each one under control. Took the older one, immediately; kept the younger one downstairs, letting him stew for a week. The nuggets I got bought me that Mercedes. Of course, I burned their clothes...”
“Best thing to do.”
“I learned from you.”
“Me?”
“That pile of clothin’ they found in the cave. Evidence against you.”
“Oh. Yeah...that was kind of stupid. But I was a virgin when it came to serial rape and murder. I know better now.”
We slept together, that night. Me spooning him...him spooning me...and the dogs on the foot of the bed, keeping a wary eye on my ass. So long as the boss was happy, they’d be cool...but one wrong move and it’s goodbye throat.
Alger had more brown in his face than Anth, but other than that they were identical. And they let me scratch their ears, the next morning. I guess now they finally figured I wasn’t a danger so could accept me...Anth more than Alger, at first.
After a breakfast of waffles, eggs over easy, bacon and juice...he had coffee but I wasn’t up for it...Irin took me on a quickie tour of his land.
“Sixty-four acres,” he said as we looked down over the valley into the basin. “From the river up the mountain, just over two acres wide. State owns the rest, but I’ve let ‘em know if they ever wanna sell...”
“This is like heaven,” I murmured. “How’d you get it together so fast? It hasn’t been all that long since I got caught.”
“Oh, I had half of it before I met the Boss. Grandmother left it to me. Said in her will, Since he’s already livin’ there, may as well have it. She was so cool about me.
“I halfway think that’s why the Boss chose me—the anonymity of where I was livin’. I think you taught him the danger of being too casual about makin’ guys just vanish.”
“Didn’t have much choice, being shipwrecked.”
He gave a half-shrug of agreement. Then as he headed back up to the house, he asked, “Dirc, did you fuck your buddies, too?”
I shook my head. “Just Molinaro, for killing me. The Beast was experimenting on what would and wouldn’t work, and me raping that fucking cop wound up being the key.”
“Sort of like with me.”
“Y’know, I think that’s really why you were chosen. You get killed and brought back to life, and it changes you in ways the Beast likes to use.”
He chuckled. “Reborn to be wild, not mild. Now comes some fun. My dungeon.”
He took me to a door behind the kitchen.
“I finished hollowin’ it out not quite a year ago,” he said. “Used the dirt to build those hills to hide me from peekers from below. That’s why those bushes’re growin’ in ‘em, now.”
“But there’s always the occasional asshole who ignores the signs...”
“Like this one. His name’s Nick.”
“What’d he do?”
“Wanted my land. I said no sale and would have let him leave since it wasn’t time for my next submission to the Boss, but he took on this threatenin’ tone. Like he could force me to hand it over. Said he was representin’ some big-ass shit and I couldn’t say no. Little Nicky’s gonna pay for a new deck and an upgrade to the fencin’.”
“What’d you do with his car?”
“It’s in that river, couple miles from here. Somebody’ll come lookin’ for him, I’m sure, then find it down there, half-submerged. You saw how fast it rushes. They’ll figure his body’s all the way down to the Pacific.”
“That sounds wild. Does that shit happen a lot?”
“Not really. There is an assholes nosin’ around the country commissioners who I’ve caught walkin’ the perimeter. He’s seekin’ an updated survey of it all. But I’m good friends with them.” He held up his fingers in the international sign for money. “And I got a lawyer who loves to eat shitheads who try anything on me.”
“Damn, Irin.”
“I’ve been buildin’ up my network since I moved up here. It’s solid, now. Sheriff backs me up, too. Money buys a lot of quiet.”
“But word’s got out about the gold.”
“Yeah, which is both blessin’ and curse. Like I said, I’ve found several guys I could use, out on their own. Gotta be careful, though. Not too many. So I do still hunt in LA, now and then.”
Irin led me down a steep flight of stairs, deep enough for two stories, to a dirt-packed floor. A wooden wall spanned from one wall to the next, and in its center was a door with a window that showed into a nice tight room. It almost looked like the observation room I’d been in.
I looked through that window to find a beefy guy dressed in a cotton shirt and khaki slacks, with more gut that I like. He was pacing and looked pretty ragged, like he needed a bath.
“You think I’m this asshole’s size?” I asked, irritated.
He winked at me. The little shit was fucking with my head. And truth is, he did have a nice, full chest and lovely bubble butt
I continued with, “You gonna wash him down?”
“Oh, yeah. Nicky’s been down here a few days. Wanna help me strip him and tie him up?”
My inner beast let out a low growl and I nodded.
He handed me some rope. “There’s a hook in the center of the room. Once he’s naked, tie his hands in front and sling the rope over that. I’ll hoist him up. Then we can use a spanner on his feet to spread his legs. Then you can play with him while I get his bath ready. You may wanna be out of here, for that. Water gets everywhere.”
“You do this all the time?”
“Just when I get a guy up from LA. I do scout the prospectors through the week, and usually know of one I can get on the day I need him. Some cheeky lad campin’ and sluicin’ in the creek, thinkin that’s where he’ll get rich. You thinkin’ of doin’ that?”
”I dunno. Maybe. But I kind of like fucking them the second I get them, and if I gotta go looking and carrying them around...”
“Let’s see how you like this setup.”
Then he opened the door and in we went.
Yeah, Nick needed a bath, but it was only as bad as the locker room in a gym. He was hoarse, probably from screaming for help. But I had a feeling this room was too deep for any sound to escape.
He crouched and backed away from us, croaking, “You gotta let me go. This is real trouble for you.”
I had to admit, he looked good like that. Gut wasn’t so obvious and his legs were solid. I could see hair peeking past his shirt and his pecs were amazingly lovely.
I said nothing, just kept advancing on him.
He noticed the door was open so made a run for it, between us. Which was exactly what we wanted. Irin caught hold of his right wrist as I grabbed the waist of his slacks and pulled him back. He kicked and spat and twisted and fought, and I was loving every second of it. Feeling his body slamming against mine. Shoving. Shifting. He was a lot more solid than I thought.
I twisted my rope around his left wrist and then his right, then I whipped my arms around Nick’s waist and lifted him up. Irin slung the rope over the hook and pulled at it, lifting the guy off his feet. Then I gripped one leg and fastened a pole with two ankle-bands to his right leg. Irin helped force Nick’s other ankle into the second cuff, and now he was ours.
“Shit, Dirc, I thought you was gonna strip him.”
“I am. I just don’t like how he’s dressed.”
He still kicked and shook and cursed and howled and begged us to let him go and threatened us with what his boss would do and he looked so fucking hot, doing it, I couldn’t help but tear his shirt open and pinch his tits.
He screamed, his eyes now wide and scared.
“Have it your way,” Irin said as he went to a locked cabinet.
I tore open the guy’s slacks, as well. Ripping them at the pockets and shredding them down his legs. He wore tight boxers, which actually looked nice on him. He had the hips for them. I tore everything off...shirt, trousers, shoes, socks...but let the boxers keep his dick hidden from me, because it was so much more erotic to watch it bounce behind the material.
I fondled him, through them, making him curse me with every bad name he knew for faggots. Then he begged me to let him go. Swore he wouldn’t say anything to anyone. Told me he really wanted to have sex with me but on a bed, not strung up like a side of beef. On and on and on.
I caressed his legs. Thighs thick and lovely. Hair swirling up them. Same for his calves and feet. Drew my hands up his sides to play with his lovely tits. Even sucked on one. Bit it. Moved around to behind him and massaged his bubble butt. It felt magnificent under the material.
Then Irin came over, a brush like you find at the self-serve car washes in hand, attached to a hose, and said, “Done yet?”
“I want one just like him,” growled from me.
“Let’s see what we can do, next trip to LA. Now finish up. Time to bathe.”
I nodded and held the guy close, from behind, and reached around and grabbed the boxers and tore them open. Then I felt him up. A nice thick dick. Fat balls. Pubes. But I didn’t look at him. If I had, I’d have lost control and pissed Irin off.
Instead, I left the room, closed the door and watched him wash the guy with that brush. Head and hair. Arms. Back. Chest. Abs. Crotch. Ass. Legs. Feet. The guy squirmed and twisted as best he could, but Irin had control.
His dick was nice. Not fat or long, but looked good on him, even though he wasn’t erect, yet.
Then he was rinsed off, and by this point he was almost sagging from the exhaustion of fighting us. Irin let the rope down a little so his feet were on the floor, then he began sucking on the guy’s dick. Slamming on it, to my mind. Nothing fun or elegant about it. He wasn’t fooling around and wanted this done now, now, now.
Nicky got hard, despite him shaking his head no and trying to keep away from Irin’s nonstop lips. Adding to it, Irin’s fingers milked the guy’s balls and caressed his thighs and danced around to his ass. It was like watching porn.
Then Nicky shuddered and drew himself up, tight, and finally came. Irin swallowed it all, then lifted Nick’s legs up and pulled aside his kilt and plunged into the man. Bam, bam, bam he went. I wanted him to be naked so I could see his lovely ass as he fucked the guy.
And fucked him.
And fucked him.
Until he unloaded inside Nicky.
Who then vanished.
Irin was a bit lost, at that point, so I went back into the room and hugged him. Nestled my face in the nape of his neck. He moaned and pressed back against me.
“This...” he murmured. “This is what I’ve been missing. The final touch. The final embrace.”
I kissed his neck.
“Dirc...you watched all of it?”
I just nodded.
“What did it do to you?”
“Make me want you more.”
“Really?”
“When it’s my turn, you watch me. You’ll see. It’s glorious to witness.”
He sighed and all but melted into my arms. I led him upstairs to the bathroom. Filled the tub, nice and hot. And bathed him with a sponge. Then I dried him off and laid him on the bed and caressed him to sleep.
“This is what was missing...” he whispered as he drifted off.
I was good to my word. When I caught a lumberjack type scouting around Irin’s land with a metal detector, I let him watch me take the guy and make my own nugget.
Irin took mine and his in to his guy and got nearly sixty-five thousand for them, twenty-six of it mine. That bought me a new identity, which will not be shared. But what’s even better? Irin noticed a couple of guys watching his every move, so led them back to the house and they made us a couple more nuggets.
I think I’ve found my perfect life.
Sometimes I accompany Irin to LA. That’s a city where people go to disappear, and we can choose a guy walking down the street to bring back. Cops don’t care unless the one disappearing is a pretty blond white girl. Then they go nuts trying to find her. And so long as there aren’t any bodies lying around, naked and obviously fucked, missing persons reports go straight to shredding.
I’ve tipped a lot of my growing wealth into Irin’s land project, and we’ve increased it to eighty-one acres. Of course, with the gold rush on, it’s hard as hell to keep people off the place, but reality is...the more men who come to seek some gold and make a fortune, the better choice we have for the Beast. And the better our goods are, the more we get paid.
That doesn’t diminish what I like about living with Irin. Being with Irin. Sharing with Irin. Working with Irin. Fucking with Irin. Building our lives and making plans for the future. It’s been beyond my wildest dreams. There’s still times I look at him and he’s so fucking gorgeous to me, I almost want to cry.
Because he’s my joy. Stripping and raping the guys is work. Don’t get me wrong—it’s fun, but it’s also our job. A form of self-employment. One where, occasionally, the Beast would specify a particular type of man to bring to it.
But being with Irin, that was me being with my mate. Like we really were a pair of wolves facing the world on our terms. And we were making our den just right for us. My hope was, we could go on forever.
But for some stupid fucking reason, the feds decided against it. Because as it turned out...they were Nicky’s boss.
