Well, that caused a bit of consternation all around. I got a look at the researchers behind the window. They were obviously not expecting what had happened, so that sweet-smelling air came whispering in. I fell back into the same here-not-here mode as they swarmed around me, put me back on the gurney, and got down to taking what they wanted from my body in the same processes as before. They even cleaned the floor of everything they could.
Included in this group was Doctor Captain, looking hotter than ever as he swabbed my cum off my dick. Very deliberately not looking at me. At least I was able to move my eyes enough to gaze at him. No one seemed to notice. His lab coat had shifted to one side, showing off his magnificent ass as it flowed into glorious legs and...
I realized I was not strapped down.
Guess they thought the sedative was sufficient to keep me incapacitated. Only he had started mauling my dick, getting it hard, again. He was using some kind of fleshlight that also added a lovely form of inside stroking, and I did not want him to stop. Because the more my dick felt ready to shoot, the more feeling I noticed in the rest of my body. Not a lot, but there.
The Gorgeous Guard mentioned they should take more caution and strap me to the gurney, but one of them shot back they were almost done and I’d need to be free in order to eat my meal.
Fuckers didn’t understand, the only thing I wanted to eat, right then, was Doctor Captain...or Gorgeous Guard.
Or both.
I can be very greedy.
Especially since the meal on the cart had grown cold, and I hate cold food.
But thinking of Doctor Captain as my next meal...loving the way his back dipped into his ass, under his shirt and pants, and his John Gavin profile...like when how he looked in Psycho...and his magnificent hands working that pump. He was truly erotic. All of which helped me cum for him. I even clenched my ass, to his surprise, and grunted in pleasure.
That startled them all. Guess I wasn’t supposed to be able to do that.
They started piling their gatherings in the cart as Doctor Captain pulled off his latex gloves and...
I was able to stretch my hand over to grab his lovely ass.
He yelped and spun away, but not before I got a good grip on his lab coat, to yank him back to me. Now he was howling and pulling himself out of the coat. He scrambled for the door, the other researchers right there with him. Gorgeous Guard all but shoved them out of the room and slammed the door behind him as I rose to sit up on the gurney, like Frankenstein’s monster, feeling refreshed and calm and easy...
And really fucking hungry.
Well...if I couldn’t have one of my preferred boys, I’d see what sustenance had been brought. Maybe it wasn’t too-too cold.
I got up. Went to the food tray...
And it was a fucking sandwich and chips?!
I slung it across the room. Then I stormed over to the window, putting the fear of God in all of them.
“You wanna feed me?” I roared. “I want a steak. Medium-well. Baked potato with everything. Green beans. And a Dr Pepper. Two liter. Ice cold. Fucking morons. You keep me as prisoner? You bring me real food or next time I might bite off an arm.”
To emphasize, I slammed my fist against the glass.
Which cracked.
Son-of-a-bitch.
That made them scramble from their room.
I laughed. Looked like this beast was ready to crash and burn down the world, like a 1950s creature-feature. So I slammed my fist against it, again.
It cracked more but didn’t give. Instead, that sweet-smelling air filtered into the room.
I went back to the gurney and was able to lie down on it before I slipped into my paralyzed state. And I think they pumped extra in because the next thing I knew, I was strapped down on the gurney, again.
Shit. This was not going well. I was still really hungry.
I tried to speak but I had a tube down my throat to make me breathe. I quickly figured not one muscle in my body was doing its job, including my heart. There was some device making it pump. And now? There was zero rushing about or panicking by the researchers. Guess they felt like they were back in charge.
Well, at least my brain was still working and...
Do you still believe you can threaten me?
Shit. No. I may be dumb but I ain’t stupid.
That comment is nonsensical.
It’s supposed to be.
I wonder if I will ever understand your kind.
You talk different. I mean, say things differently.
I have removed most of the formality in my manner of communication.
That’s nice. Did you take Tuck?
Of course I did, and your rape of him has made him as useful as yourself. I now see that was due to your third assault on him. We...I have finally tracked how your genome overwhelms his and restructures it. I now know how to replicate...no, repeat the process in our sustenance banks. We...I can now develop more of him, you, any of the others you provided us. We can direct them to become anything our clientele may want. It will be very fulfilling. And my craft is more than approving of it.
So where does that leave me?
Here. To be investigated.
I felt a rumble in my balls. The researchers were actually still able to masturbate me. What the hell kind of drug was I on?
These fools know of me, thanks to you. That is why they are so fascinated with your semen and genetic structure. They now see it has evolved beyond normal humankind.
My tits were suddenly shooting fire through my body. I managed to force myself to look down and see they’d attached electrified clips to them, sending small charges through. I wondered if they’d done the same to my balls, to fire them up.
The Beast read my mind and continued with, Yes. They have made themselves familiar with certain sexual practices to force your body to respond as if you’re having sex with another man. It’s quite bizarre.
I’ve seen pictures of that shit. Like S&M stuff. I never got into it, though this one girl did trick me into being tied down, once. Other than that...
Dirc, you have raped men. You ARE a form of that shit. But fortunately, this area is isolated enough to help the knowledge they are gathering remain covert. No, a better word for your understanding would be secret.
Shit, I know what covert means.
Are you trying to convince me of your intelligence after having behaved so stupidly?
You got a point. It was stupid of me to trust you.
It was you who violated the contract.
Bullshit. I pointed out some limitations we could’ve worked around. Just a minor adjustment to deal with reality, but you got too antsy.
I think I know what you mean, and I will agree. I am not familiar with having to wait for things to happen.
WHOA...and there went an ejaculation, out of nowhere. No build-up. No real joy beyond the immediate rush. I think I actually gasped, because Doctor Captain appeared in my eyeline and did some checking on me. And I winked at him. Oh, he got flustered.
So...what is your decision?
My decision?
Where do you want to go from here?
Am I still working with you? Or for you? Or are we going our separate ways?
I have minimal need for you.
Oh. Okay...then what I want is...is my life back.
That is not possible. Your DNA has altered too much for that to happen.
And I’m too fucked over by the judicial system. And these creeps here won’t leave me alone, either. Right?
Why do you still underestimate me?
Gee, I dunno. Can you get me a billion dollars? A mountaintop mansion? Reverse my conviction and death sentence? Give me back Cliff and Tuck? Add in Doctor Captain and Gorgeous Guard as play-toys? Is that asking too much?
If I do this, I need two assurances. That you will continue to supply me, every half moon cycle.
Uh...that’s two weeks, right?
Yes.
Why? You can already duplicate anything I do.
To put it in your manner of thought, it’s the difference between processed food and fresh. As well as adding new items to the menu.
Ah, like the old guys’ll go into soup or stew, and new ones’ll offer prime rib and hot dogs.
Basically.
Do I still need to fuck ‘em three times?
That is no longer necessary.
Much better.
Second, you will say nothing further, about me, to anyone.
I actually laughed, which started the researchers. Gimme a break. Nobody’d believe me, anyway.
Except those who want to.
Who aren’t believe by anybody. At least, nobody important, so...
BAM, I was in the middle of the desert. Distant mountains to my left and right. A dirt road beside me. Still fucking naked in that blazing sun, and fucking starving! Shit! What the fuck did that beast think it was...was...?
Oh. I finally noticed the Latino guy’s Hyundai. I managed to walk across the dirt and gravel to it. Saw his wallet and keys were still in it. Name? Reuben Sotelo. A debit card. A Visa card. Insurance card. Even his Social security card...probably in case some asshole cop decided he looked illegal, so he could show he wasn’t. And there was forty-nine bucks in the wallet, too. Of course, before I could do anything I’d need clothes...
But then I noticed a hoodie, on the floor in the back seat.
Wrapped around a t-shirt.
And cut-off jeans and flip-flops! Like he’d planned to go swimming!
I pulled them on. The t-shirt was very form-fitting, and the cut-offs were too tight, sure, but leaving the waist unbuttoned and some careful adjusting of my dick and balls made them work well-enough...and actually made me feel super-duper-sexy-baby. Flip-flops on and I looked like a California beach boy.
I hopped in the car. It had about three-quarters of a tank, and I knew basically where Vegas was, so drove back to Whitman and headed north on the 93. Hyundais are good on gas, so I figured I’d make it at least to Kingman before having to fill up...and could handle my growling hunger until then.
But about twenty miles from the 40, I saw an Arizona State patrol SUV pass on the opposite side. I kept cool, even when I saw him turning fast to come after me. Guess the word was out about the Hyundai. I almost laughed, hoping he’d be worthy.
He whipped up behind me, lights flashing, and had me pull over. I knew the drill. Windows down. Hands on wheel. Look as sweet and innocent as possible.
But the beast in me was ready and waiting.
He got out and strutted over to the passenger side. Watching him in the rearview mirrors, I saw he was one of those super-tanned, super-cocky guys in a form-fitting uniform that showed off his husky body to the best advantage. Short sleeves over powerhouse arms dashed with tattoos. A thick neck atop broad shoulders and tree-trunks for legs. Obviously, his every off-duty hour was spent at the gym.
He looked inside, revealing a face that was square-jawed, with sandy-colored hair and eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Mid-thirties, I thought, and too fucking sure of himself.
My beast started to growl.
“License, insurance and registrations, please,” he said, cool and calm. Maybe he had stopped me for some traffic violation.
“In the glove compartment,” I said. I opened it to show an amazing number of papers. I pulled out a handful and started going through them, hoping for time to figure the best way to handle this.
“You know why I stopped you?” he asked.
Before I even thought about it, I said, “To give you a blow job?”
That made him bolt upright, pull his gun and snarl, “Out of the car.”
I dumped the papers and stepped out, fighting a smile. Let him walk around to me.
“Hands flat on the hood!” I did so as he roared, “Who the fuck you think you’re talkin’ to?”
“A hot man with a thick dick?” I grinned.
He pushed his knee against my ass to hold me tight against the fender and grabbed my right hand to cuff me. As much as I liked the feel of him against me, now was the time to act while I had the opportunity. So I spun, twisted him back over the hood and slapped part of the handcuff on his left wrist, then slapped him face-down and snapped his right into the handcuffs.
He was startled at how strong I was, and started howling threats like you wouldn’t believe, so I tore my t-shirt off and gagged him with it. He started kicking and twisting and fighting to get back on his feet as I yanked off his belt and wrapped it around his ankles, securing them. Then I took hold of the back of his pants and dragged his ass to the back passenger door, then climbed through to pull him inside...
And stopped.
His SUV was running. With full air conditioning, I was sure. And was in a lot better condition than that Hyundai, and bigger. So I got back out, slung him over a shoulder, fireman style, and headed over to it.
The doors were locked. I slammed him to atop the SUV’s hood and dug in his pockets for the keys. This beast was a push-button style everything, so I popped open the back hatch, carried him around and threw him into it. I yanked off his body cam and holster then dug out his wallet and looked through it.
His name? Prescott Turner. Thirty-seven. State trooper ID and Driver’s license with photos that almost looked like me. Just lighten my hair, a little, and scrunch my head down on my neck, some. The usual credit cards. A hundred and fourteen dollars in cash. Excellent.
My inner beast kicked me in the gut and snarled, FEED ME!
Only I couldn’t, not here. He probably had backup on the way. Plus, he was bucking and snarling and trying to curse me like crazy, So I closed the hatch, got behind the wheel and drove away.
The radio was blasting that others were enroute to the Hyundai, so I was right about that. Dammit. Meant I couldn’t keep this monster for too long. But that didn’t matter to my inner beast.
A couple miles up, I noticed a turn off for the 129 and there was a dirt road to the right, so I turned and followed it to other side of some low hills. Then I stopped, left the SUV running with its ac at full blast, and sauntered around to the back.
Prescott had scrunched himself into a corner and almost worked the gag off. I chuckled, grabbed the belt around his ankles and yanked him over to me, letting his calves hang over the edge. Then I crawled into the back and straddled his thighs, smiling the whole time.
He made a pretty picture, arms pinned behind him, eyes wide and angry, chest heaving. I ran my hands up his belly to grope his pecs...and shit, were they ever fine, even with a t-shirt under his uniform shirt. It felt like a wife-beater.
His eyes went wide and he started to buck at me. I grabbed his shoulders and slammed him flat, then said, “All I wanna do is suck you off. A nice, simple blow job. Nothing more. You’re so fucking hot, that’s all I can think about. Your dick in my mouth. You cum and we’re done. Okay?”
He shook his head, anger in his eyes.
“Okay. Then I fuck you.”
That made him really fight, as if it would be a fate worse than death.
I sat up, my eyes locked on his, still holding him down with one hand as the other undid his pants and zipped them open. He was wearing bright blue briefs.
He kept shaking his head no. But when I slipped my hand inside his pants to fondle his dick and balls, he just crushed his eyes closed and stopped moving.
I pulled his pants halfway down his hips, revealing his full crotch...and it wasn’t bad. Not as big as Tuck’s, but decent. I maneuvered the briefs’ waist down and behind his balls, showing off a truly fat dick and head. Not so much long as heavy-looking. And his balls were scrunched up into his scrotum, but I knew just the moves to make them come back out.
Next, I unbuttoned his shirt to reveal he was in a wife-beater. And he looked lovely in it. Not much hair, but the thin material stretched tight across his pecs with his tits just noticeable more than made up for that. I toyed with them, a little. Got them to being perky, adding to his elegance. He was breathing faster, which only got me hungrier.
So I dove down to his dick and began working it. I was just able to fit him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around him. I kept my hands up at his tits, flicking them and pinching them and pulling at them as I sucked and licked and filled my mouth with his dick.
He started to squirm, and I felt his ass clench. I was having my usual effect. Little jolts popped over him as I sucked and kissed and swirling around his groin, nuzzling his pubes.
More than a few jolts careened through me as I kept working his dick. Tasted the saltiness of him. Caressed the veins along his shaft and twisted my mouth around the size of him. He didn’t grow by much in width but did close to double in length, and I all but swooned at how lovely it was to own him.
Fucking wonderful.
After a couple minutes, he began to pump into my mouth so I used my hands to caress his balls and get them to drop down to where I could roll them. They were really nice, if not all that large.
But then he gasped and jerked and shoved himself deep into my mouth and fired off a nice little bit of cum. Nothing like Tuck or even Cliff, but enough to make my inner beast happy.
I sucked him dry. To the point he was squirming from the extreme sensation of it.
Then I flipped him over, yanked his pants and briefs down, found his hole, and rammed my dick into his ass. And I do mean rammed. All the way to my pubes.
He screamed and bucked and fought and tried to twist away, but I had him. In and out, I had him. Harder and harder, I had him. Laying myself on his back and flexing my hips to work in and out, I had him. Letting my hands slip around to pinch hard on his tits, I had him. Feeling the roar from behind my heart and soul and every part of my being, I had him. And when I fired into him, it’s like we melded together, for a moment, and my world was perfection.
And then he vanished.
Son-of-a-bitch, I wasn’t done yet. IK was still enjoying myself. But in his place was another, larger gold nugget.
This begins our new contract, whispered into my brain.
To my surprise, I was able to think back, Adjusted contract. Every two weeks.
So say you?
So say I.
So be it.
And thus, it began.
