You know that saying about starting up a business? ”Location, location, location.” Well, that was to be our first step, figuring out where we could get the guys without lots of people askin what’s going on.
Now the Alaska gold rush had been in an area good for being low-key. But it was barely populated. If I got a rumor going there was more gold in them thar hills, we’d get the influx of greedy, desperate men...and women...but it would take a while. Which the Beast understood, but it still needed something to fuel its craft and work up a menu for the stars.
Literally.
Meaning, we had to be someplace super busy with a huge population to shop in, and people who didn’t care about each other.
I thought about a war zone, because there were so damn many going on. Several spots in Africa. More in the Middle East. Russia and her way of sending her army to be slaughtered. Parts of South America. Northern India along the Pakistan border. Humanity was taking a lot of pleasure killing itself, as usual. So men going missing would not be noticed, and we’d have a nice selection.
But the Beast wasn’t too keen on that. There would also be hyper-surveillance going on, there. Especially with the new drones and scanning equipment fighting to keep an eye on what was happening, bombs-and-slaughter-wise.
Another possibility was the drug-lord wars in Mexico and some South American countries. That, however, I wasn’t so up on. I mean, I knew Mexico was using troops to fight their monsters, so that was a maybe. We started looking into it and found the deserts just south of the Rio Grande and along the New Mexico border had possibilities for being nice and inconspicuous for gathering livestock for a taste test, but I didn’t know exactly where to start.
Poor Cliff had no idea what was going on. The majority of the time, it looked as if I was talking to myself, since Adonis was no more and the Beast preferred to give me all its instructions in my head. And also having the Dancer’s clones, two silent men identical in look and completely naked keeping guard on him? God only knew what the kid was thinking.
I used one of my clones to forage for food, clothes and distractions for him and myself. I mean, it could wear his uniform and instinctively knew how to use money to pay for things. I just had to be very specific about what I put on my list for it to get. I had milk down, once, and he-I brought back seven different kinds—whole, 2%, 1%, Almond, Soy, buttermilk, and even raw.
Fortunately, Cliff turned out to be a big fantasy/SF/horror reader so he got lots of those books to keep him busy. But I needed to get moving on bringing in some cash because the money I’d taken from Stud and Cowboy was almost gone.
I had the non-me me hit a Macy’s and buy a shirt, pants, Jockey briefs, t-shirt, shoes, socks, and a jacket in my size. Then I got dressed, had the Beast drop me outside Phoenix about a mile from a truck stop, and walked down to it, looking very unhappy.
There were a number of truckers in there getting refreshed for the final leg of their journey to LA or El Paso, but then I noticed this one guy in a U-Haul and heard he was heading through Phoenix down to Tucson. He was kind of chunky and dirty and had a gimme cap on his head. So he’d be perfect. I approached him and started my song and dance as he picked up a bunch of Dr Pepper Zero.
“I’m sorry, but can I hitch a ride, just into Phoenix?” I asked. “I got in a fight with my girlfriend and she drove off.”
“Got no room,” he said.
“Not even in the back?”
“In this heat?”
“I can’t walk it. It’s a good forty miles.”
His wife came up, just as chunky as him but with a Slurpee kind of drink. They talked. I looked as forlorn as I could. And they finally agreed to let me hop into the back and sit on a recliner. Then they rolled the door down and I was in near complete darkness.
The drive took forty-five minutes, and I thought about nothing except what I’d say when I showed some gold dealer the nugget the beast had given me. I didn’t have any ID...I mean, I knew I couldn’t prove who I was in any way, shape or form. So that might be tricky. But I’d deal with that when I had to.
They pulled off the Ten to let me out at North 7th. Cars passed, glaring at the vision of a guy hopping out of the back of a U-Haul, and I think the only reason I didn’t get any cops called on me as an illegal was due to my sandy hair and blue eyes.
There was a Starbucks, right there, so I sauntered in and used their WiFi with Cliff’s cell phone to figure out where a gold dealer might be. There was one a couple miles west, so I called a cap and had an iced latte and chocolate croissant, as I waited.
Oh, shit...that was so good.
And suddenly...to fucking suddenly...I hungry...
I looked around and realized a guy in a corner, working on a laptop, was eyeing me. And not in a fun way. He was a lean Latino dude with floppy black hair, high-top tennies, white tee-shirt and blue jeans. And he was frowning. Glancing between his PC and me. That was not good. The feeling he gave was that there would be a sighting of me out in the wild, pretty soon, and cops would be called. So I kept a surreptitious eye on him...and saw he was talking on his cell phone too soft to hear.
Okay...baby wants to play? We’ll play.
The cab rolled up, I hopped outside and got in, still seeming to ignore him, and gave the driver the address in a voice that guy’d be able to hear. Off we rolled. In the passenger rearview mirror, I saw him scurry out and hop in his little Hyundai to follow us.
He kept up pretty well, even with the usual assholes all over Phoenix traffic. We drove north, then west, then north, again. As my hunger built to a growly stage of need. Fortunately for the cab driver, he was not the least bit interesting...beyond having a dick. Otherwise, I’d have pounced and fuck the consequences.
But the guy who was following me? I’d caught a look at his nice perky ass as he got in his car and—
You are to preserve your semen for the man we take to use.
“Fuckin’ shit, did I have a chip in my brain?”
You forget I need no such device?
“Okay, okay.” Then realized I’d said everything, out loud.
Which spooked my transportation.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes a bit wide.
I chuckled, nice and awkward. “Sorry, I’m just wishing I had some way to download my list of things to do, ‘cause...’cause I just remembered I-I-I missed an appointment, this morning. Not good.”
“I use my phone. Memos on it.”
I nodded. “Mine’s old and crappy. Need a new one.”
He chuckled.
I shifted to get a view out the rearview mirror and saw the Hyundai a car behind us. And the hunger grew.
So I thought, I know he’s slimmer than you want, but wouldn’t he make a nice appetizer? Test a recipe or two with him?
It took the Beast a few moments to reply, We can use him for fuel.
I sighed from the joy of knowing I could now go after my prey...and that he had a local cell phone. And car.
We pulled up to what used to be a bank and stopped where the driveway slipped under a cover that was obviously once the drive-through. The walls were low, flat, boring sandstone with solarized windows. I paid the cabbie with the last cash I had, then off he went...
And I hid behind some cactus.
Up drove the Hyundai. It parked across from the entrance and the guy got out...and watching him walk across the parking lot towards the door, his colt-like legs in semi-tight jeans, his pocket-tee-shirt snuggled against his nice if not well-developed pecs, with two perky little tits, his face pleasant in that mixture of Indio and Castilian that people from Mexico so prize...I pretty much went into fuck it mode.
When he reached the door, he didn’t enter but tried to look inside, so I moved to the corner of the building and said, “Looking for me?”
He jolted and was about to run, but I grabbed his right wrist and yanked him around the corner, then slammed my left arm around his neck. Tight. And twisted his right arm behind him.
“Don’t yell,” I growled. “I’ll break your neck.”
Then I dragged him over to between two dumpsters, behind the building. He struggled some...and oh, did it feel nice. His ass bouncing against my crotch. His body twisting against mine. His fingers digging into my arm.
There wasn’t much cover around the dumpsters, but space enough between them to crush him flat against one of them and my now very hard dick against his ass. And nearly faint from the beauty of it.
“I’m sorry, vato,” he choked out. “Sorry. Though you was a...was a guy I used t’ know. Didn’t mean nothin’!”
I wasn’t capable of verbal conversation, just then. He had no belt, nor did I, but I didn’t need to secure him. He was too scared to do anything. I shoved his face against the dumpster and shifted my arm to press against the nape of his neck, hard. His hands went flat against its wall as did his body.
“I don’t mean nothin’! I don’t mean nothin’!”
My growl turned into a low, evil chuckle and I slipped my right hand into his jeans to grope him. He was wearing briefs. Good. I like the way they hold a guy’s dick and balls. And while he wasn’t the biggest there ever was, he’d be more than sufficient. So I nuzzled his ear and gave his lobe a soft bite.
“You don’t mean nothing?” I said. “That’s cool. Let’s prove it. All I wanna do is suck you off...”
“What? What the fuck??”
“Get yourself hard. Let me blow you. And I’ll keep your cum as my souvenir. As my proof you don’t mean nothing.”
“I-I-I can’t! I’m not that way.”
“That’s cool. I’ll just fuck you.”
“No! NO!”
He struggled harder, nearly sending me into the stratosphere from the beauty of it. The screaming lighting crashing through my body.
I crushed his neck harder, making him cry out in pain. He froze, nearly crying.
“Suck or fuck?” I growled. “Which one?”
“S-s-suck,” he managed to stammer out.
I nuzzled him, some more, then whispered, “Hands behind you.”
He hesitated then crossed his wrists behind his back. Looked like he’s been through this with cops, a couple times. Well-practiced. I noticed an old plastic grocery bag caught in the lid’s joint, so grabbed that and used it to tie him. Tight.
I flipped him around to face me and kicked his legs into a wider stance. Holy shit, he looked even prettier, like this. His chest pumping from fear. His tits pushing against his tee-shirt and his legs doing those jeans right. I unbuttoned them. Unzipped them. Pulled them down off his hips. Saw he had clean Hanes y-fronts and they had slid down a little, as well. Everything just like I needed. Wanted.
I looked him in the eyes. Big and brown, surrounded by thick lashes. Long nose. Full lips quivering. The more I looked at him and the closer I got to taking him, the prettier he was. Too pretty to ever be wasted on a girl.
“Close your eyes,” I sighed. “Make believe. Say nothing.”
He shivered, gulped, and closed his eyes...and I kissed him. Long and deep as I continued to fondle him, rolling his palls and then stroking lightly along his dick. Then I squatted before him and pulled the briefs down out of the way and released him in all his glory. And he was beginning to get hard.
Of course, he wasn’t cut, but when I pulled his foreskin back, making him whimper and get harder, I saw he was clean and had a lovely head on his dick. I tickled it with my tongue. Teasing it. Making him clench his ass in reaction. His breathing was faster.
I slipped the whole of him in my mouth and relished the saltiness of him. Nuzzled his pubes with my nose as I all but mauled his dick with my tongue. He was getting hard. Must’ve been a while since he hadn’t had to use his right hand for pleasure. And I kept rolling his balls with one hand as I tickled the hairs on his inner thighs with the other.
Dear God, in was in heaven. I had him under my complete control as I worked him, stronger, more intense, faster, pulling and sucking and rolling and demanding. No edging, here, I wanted his cum now, now, now.
Then he clenched and thrust into my mouth and jolted and yelped and shot down my throat. I slipped my hands around to hold his ass, feeling it clench as he rammed more into me. And the warmth and gloriousness of it spread through my body.
I don’t think he realized that I had shifted his jeans and briefs halfway down his thighs, as he came.
I don’t think he realized what was going to happen when I gently turned him back to facing the dumpster wall. His dick still half hard and pouncing now it was out of my mouth.
He didn’t even notice as I caressed his very, very sweet ass then pulled my own dick out. Raging hard.
But he understood when I pressed it between those lovely cheeks, and he gasped, “Wait, you said—” just as I shoved myself into him.
Deep.
He cried out so I rammed my arm back against his neck. And rammed him, over and over and over. It only took me a dozen times to make me cum inside him. Explode inside him. I fired a river, inside him. A bursting dam, inside him.
Then I saw the beast’s craft coming, hidden in what looked like a microburst of rain, so I pulled out of him and stepped back and heard him say, “It is you...fuckin’ killer...took my sister’s husband...killer...” before the rain hit and I was soaked...
And he was gone.
I was packing myself away when I realized I’d unconsciously taken his wallet, phone and car keys. I didn’t remember doing it, but they were in my hands. I shoved them into my pockets, adjusted myself to look a bit less like a drowned rat, and headed into the gold establishment, still dripping wet.
The one clerk, who was nothing but round and bald and unreal, looked at me as if I was from outer space, so I said, “Shit, didn’t even see it coming.”
He looked outside, saw the ground sloshing with water and almost chuckled, then said in a smarmy voice, “Can I help you?”
I pulled the nugget out of a pocket and held it up, saying, “Yeah, I want to see if this is what I think it is.”
And that began my march to becoming the richest man on the planet, bar none.
