Six months Irin and I were together. Six months of bliss and excellent income. That boy knew how to use his ass and mouth in ways that were unimaginable. And his dick was fucking glorious. The perfect shape. Just the right size. Sucking on him was transcendent. Licking him up and down his elegant shaft. Running my lips over his well-formed head. Letting him push as far down my throat as he could, then cumming in me and me feeding off him. Every night was like our first time together.
He did the same for me. Swear to God, his blowjobs were elevating my into heaven. We were more than life partners; we were symbiotic. We knew what each of us loved most, and did it. Except for one thing...we never fired off inside each other’s ass. We’d both figured out that cumming inside a guy’s ass was the signal for the Beast to take delivery of his latest meal, and we didn’t want there to be any confusion. So we’d always pull out and finish off on the other’s back or belly, and every time I giggled like the most glorious slut in the world.
We kept to our deal with the Beast...or the Boss, as Irin called him. One delivery a week, first from him, then from me. And we kept to its requirements. Buff. Beefy. Within a certain age range. And good-looking enough to have fun fucking.
And we stuck to the plan...taking guys no one would miss. Homeless...excuse me, unhoused from Bakersfield and Fresno and 4th street in downtown LA. No junkies; the Beast didn’t like the extra chemicals, but Irin and I had honed our skills to know the difference between some dude just off his rocker and one who’s into crack or fentanyl.
There were other guys to grab, too. LA’s the city people go to in order to disappear, and any dude wandering the streets at 3am is looking for a vanishing spot. Whether he meant to or not.
I used my carpentry skills to upgrade the basement room into something that was comfy enough. Made it a solid box no one could escape from, though some still tried. Shored up the dirt ceiling and walls between the stairs and the door so they wouldn’t come crashing in, anytime soon. Even upgraded the plumbing to make an area where, when Irin did one of his washes it was walled off enough to keep water from getting everywhere.
And we’d played it safe. Been careful. Even with word getting around about the gold we were bringing in, the only time we let guys follow us home is when we needed them to. And I’m sure they regretted it before they became mincemeat...or whatever it was the Beast used them for.
But I guess I should’ve figured someone would come looking for Nicky, eventually. Since his body never turned up. They didn’t buy the bit that he was washed down a raging stream into the ocean after wrecking his car.
We’d had the sheriff come out to ask if he’d been at the cabin, to which Irin shrugged and shook his head. I just told him I’d arrived after his car was found so never knew anything. And that should have been that.
Then a couple of Feds came wandering in, one of which I’d have loved to provide to the Beast. But we had to be cool. These were not the kind of guys who could just vanish. Dammit.
Of course, I had my new identity and a basic brown beard to hide behind, in case they asked about me...but they never did. Which was funny. I’d had dealings with the people at Area 51, and my vanishing from their lab room and must have put them in a tizzy, but hadn’t I already been declared dead, or something?
Or had the Beast replaced me with one of my clones? Would be nice to know, one way or the other.
Anyway, these guys brought a graph of Nicky’s whereabouts. Tracked him thanks to his phone. And lots of photos of the cabin had been posted on their site...though none had Irin in them.
My guy just frowned and looked everything over, his face so fucking gorgeous as he did, saying, “Maybe he came when I was out walkin' the dogs. Or when I was in LA.”
“But GPS shows he was here for hours,” said the pretty one. I think his name was Matt. Big brown eyes. Sweet face. Broad shoulders under his almost too tight suit. His partner was Pete and looked like a washed up jock.
Irin just shrugged. “Dunno what to tell you.”
“Mind if we look around?” Matt asked, in all sincerity.
“Sure, if you got a warrant.”
“Be better if we didn’t have to get one,” Pete almost growled.
Irin just smiled and said, “This land is our land.” And he motioned to me. “Not your land. Get a warrant.”
They huffed and puffed...but finally left.
As we watched them drive away, I sighed, “Matt would've made the Beast very happy.”
“You showed excellent restraint,” Irin smirked as he groped my dick...finding it quite erect.
Whereupon he pulled me inside, threw me on the couch and sucked every drop of cum I had in me out as I returned the favor. Apparently, he had agreed with me.
I thought that would be that, with them, I should have known better. They had their graphs and cross-references and printouts showing Nicky’s wanderings in the area. They also had a chart detailing how the water was gushing down the rocks, which they believed was not enough to prevent his body from being caught downstream, or not flumped onto the beach as it trailed past.
Then I got the hint they were triangulating something more ethereal when a couple of surveyors came to look the perimeter of the land over, again, this time accompanied by a couple of deputies...and a warrant.
Dammit.
There was one occasion we had to leave a guy in the tail of the truck until nightfall, those bastards were too close to the cabin to risk carrying him inside.
I was getting a bit nervous but Irin wasn’t worried.
“I told you,” he said one night as we lay in each other’s arms, “I got backup from the county.”
“You trust ‘em not to roll over for the Feds?” I asked. “Considering those assholes in Washington?”
“This land is ours. Deed’s clear. No reason to come searchin' for anything.”
“Like they need a reason.”
He was behind me and hugged me closer. I nestled tighter against his body. “You think too much. Boss’ll never let anything happen to us. We’re his best suppliers.”
I chuckled. “That we know of.”
But the next day I set about fixing it so the door to the basement was hidden behind a full bookcase.
So finally winter announced it was enroute, thanks to a nip in the air, and I did an overnight stay in San Jose so I could get the security on my laptop upgraded to Mach 1000 while dealing with my new bank. Number five. I don’t believe in putting all your money into one institution, and gold had been very good, so far.
Irin was chopping more wood, as I headed for my new four-by-four SUV. It was a couple days before our next shipment to the Beast, and it was gonna be Irin’s turn, so I wasn’t looking to find anyone.
But I stopped and watched him splitting logs with a single swing, shirtless, in tight jeans and boots, a hint of sweat on his muscles, the pups flanking him, and I called, “You look too fucking good, doing that.”
“Gonna be a long cold one,” he called, waving. “I want more than enough to last.”
“What if I came over and fucked you over that stump?”
“And then I did you?”
“It’s a thought.”
“You’d never make San Jose in time to deal with your tech guy, and you’d have to stay an extra night.”
“Might be worth it.”
He laughed, smacked the axe into the stump and spread his arms to flex his muscles. His pecs were perfection in the morning sun, gleaming with sweat as he snarled, “Fuck off, and be back tomorrow so we can fuck and fuck and fuck.”
“Want me to bring something back?”
He thought for a moment then barked, “Pizza. From that place in town. You know the one.”
I agreed, and off I went. And got everything done and was heading back...
When a really bad feeling hit me about twenty miles from home. I mean, I almost thought I was having a heart attack, it was so intense.
I should have pulled off to the side of the road, for a moment, but instead I headed up into the hills and drove past the drive to the cabin. Nothing looked out of the ordinary...
Until I saw the cute security guard from the observation room. In uniform. Carrying his rifle in alert mode and scanning the valley.
Oh, fuck...this was not good.
I continued down to an observation spot overlooking the stream, still farther below, and all but crawled back up the hillside to where the bushes were. I stayed low and could see, through the branches and leaves, that behind the cabin were a couple of black SUVs and a big-assed van that looked very technical. No dogs. No Irin. Just lab-jerks scurrying about.
Including Dr. Captain.
Fuck, had they come looking for me? But how could they have found me? Matt hadn’t even really tossed any questions my way. Hadn’t seemed at all interested in me. So what did that mean? And what had they done with Irin and the pups?
Well, there was no way I could get to the cabin without being seen, so I watched for a while. Saw them doing readings off what looked like scanners and taking papers from inside. Why, I have no idea. Unless they were bank statements for both of us.
My one hope, right then, was that they hadn’t found the basement stairs. That was all done without submission to the county for permission, so they wouldn’t be looking for it. And I’d made it look as tight as I could.
I sent a message to the Beast. What the fuck is going on and is Irin okay?
No response.
C’mon, Beast, I’m worried here. We may not make tomorrow’s shipment. Contact me!
Still nothing.
How fucking irritating.
I noticed they had portable cameras set up, scanning the area. Why would they do that unless they needed to be alerted if someone was coming. So I got to thinking that maybe...maybe they didn’t have Irin. Maybe he’s out walking the dogs up in the hills and doesn’t know about this. But I shot that idea down, fast. They’d obviously been set up for hours, and he was never gone more than a couple. And both the car and truck were parked where they always were. No, they had to have him in some way.
But where?
Then one of the lab-freaks burst from the house with his phone in hand and waved the others over. Cute guard was joined by three more just like him, and they all focused on the phone. Dr. Captain looked down the driveway to the road, frowning. They chatted and discussed and argued, then the lab-shits scurried into the house and the guards took up positions of defense.
Or observation.
Then one of the black SUVs filled up with more soldiers and a lab rat and drove down to the road...and turned to go the same direction I’d gone when I drove past.
Oh...shit...those fucking cameras had seen me and now they were chasing after me. The defense guards were in place, waiting for me to show...or ready to arrest me once they got me back to the cabin...or something stupid like that.
Well...if I wanted to find out what had happened to Irin, getting caught would be the fastest way. And it would also give me access to Dr. Captain and Cute Guard, again. So I crept back down to my car and...
There was the black SUV. With four men in black holding pistols on me as well as two MPs and the lab rat.
What could I do but ask, “Looking for me?”
They didn’t say a word. Just grabbed me, handcuffed my hands behind me, threw me into the very back seat with an MP next to me, his rifle at the ready, and as one of the men in black took my SUV, we drove back up to the entrance.
Oh, holy fucking shit...
