Wrong Hole - Short Story - fragment

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Tyler wasn’t in this for anything else but rep and dough, he kept telling himself. Maybe if he did it enough times, he’d end up believing it. If any of the guys around him caught the slightest whiff why he was there, he’d be in deep shit. Luckily for him, everyone bought the act. He was just a kid looking to make a name for himself out in the streets, hanging out with the tough crowd, and learning the ropes. It helped that the boss liked his face. The old man had said as much.

Now, he stood in the stuffed gym, watching Briggs, the old man’s right hand, benchpressing like a madman. The guy had arms like tree trunks and he was breathing hard each time he pushed. Someone from the gym, a guy Tyler hadn’t bothered to learn his name was spotting him.

Briggs was in his late 30s and looked every bit like the gorilla he had to be. A very attractive gorilla, Tyler thought as he stared blankly at the man’s chest. Damn, dude was cut. Not one inch of fat on that hot bod. He wore his jet black hair cropped short, and he was always smoothly shaved when meeting the boss. The rest of the time, he sported a constant five o’clock shade. How that happened, was beyond Tyler’s understanding.

Yeah, he wouldn’t call the guy a gorilla, as much as he was built like a shit brickhouse. Briggs was enough to show up in most places, and the stupid assholes not paying what was due would shit their pants and hand over their money. Not that Briggs was shy about getting his hands dirty. He was ruthless when need be. For Tyler, though, he always had a smile. The kind that would melt him like he was ice cream.

At 20, Tyler was not even one fifth of the man Briggs was. His body was lean and mostly hairless. The boss had laughed at him when he told him he knew karate.

He knew shit, in all truth. But he was good at running, and that earned him a place with the team. Basically, he just kept around Briggs, doing whatever the man told him to. He kept staring at the large pecs and the full on six pack. If only he could run his hands over that hard body, he would surely die.

Not from pleasure, though, but because the next moment, Briggs would most likely snap his neck for being the faggot that he was. So he just kept daydreaming about Briggs’s awesome body and how it would feel to have a man like that slam into him from behind.

Briggs rose from the bench, and Tyler hurried with a towel. He murmured a thanks and wiped his face.

“The boss gave you a little errand boy, Briggs?” the other dude asked. He eyed Tyler with an ugly grin.

Briggs hooked one arm over Tyler’s shoulders, almost making him buckle under the weight, but also because his manly smell after a workout was overpowering. “He’s a good boy.” He tousled Tyler’s hair. “And I’m going to make a man out of him tonight.”

The other laughed like he knew what Briggs was talking about. Tyler had no idea, though. They has just been to a different city to collect. What was special about the night they were supposed to have off?

“This blondie? A man?” The gym attendant neighed like a horse as he looked Tyler up and down. “Maybe turn him into a girl. It would be quicker, and I bet he’d love it.”

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The Human Bearer 4 - Teaser

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Okay, so he was dressed head to toes in something that looked like a brown tunic. His hair was combed carefully, but the rebellious strands were still making a bit of a ruckus.

 

“I suggest wearing a cap, master Rio?”

 

“If it’s the same as the rest, I say pass. I’m going to look like a monk.”

 

Kyle remained silent.

 

“Don’t tell me I still look fuckable in this?” Riordan stretched his arms.

 

“By master Xana’s standards, you still look fuckable, master Rio,” the bot replied.

 

“Wow.” Riordan smiled. “If I put on that ugly ass cap, will I still look fuckable for Xana?”

 

“Yes,” came the prompt reply.

 

“Damn.” He grimaced. “What would take then? To make me unfuckable?”

 

“I suppose, but it is only a speculation, that the only way to do so would be by ceasing to be alive.”

 

Riordan stared at the bot. “Kyle, you have such a fucked up sense of humor.” He shook his head.

 

“I had no intention to make a joke, master Rio.”

 

“Then you’re just funny by accident.”

 

“By accident? Unintentionally?”

 

“Exactly,” Riordan confirmed. “Now take me to Tasha, so we can get this rolling.”

 

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The shopping district had been modeled to accommodate human bearers mostly, so Riordan didn’t feel out of place. If it weren’t for the young Xenos using the fountains to bathe and frolic happily, it would have looked like any other mall on Earth.

 

“Hey, bearers,” some young Xeno threw in their direction.

 

“Don’t look,” Tasha warned and quickened his pace.

 

“Okay,” Riordan agreed.

 

For him, it seemed pretty stupid to act like damsels in distress over some catcalls. But Kyle was there, together with Tasha’s bot, and the words of caution spoken earlier were fresh in his mind.

 

A young Xeno slithered his way, blocking their path. He was almost as tall as Xana, and his platinum hair fell in a cascade on his naked shoulders. Riordan stared. So the Xeno was as good as naked. The scales of his bottom half were a light green, a tad different from what he had seen in his own master. The youth’s eyes were black, and Riordan felt a chill running down his spine. Xana was warm. This young Xeno was cold. When he smiled, he looked like a hyena. He was still beautiful, but his ugly nature was seeping through his façade.

 

The Xeno seemed interested more in Tasha, though.

 

“Hiding your pretty hair again?” the Xeno whispered seductively.

 

He removed Tasha’s cap and grabbed the redhead by the nape, pulling him forward.

 

“Hey, pal,” Riordan intervened. “How about you see about whatever it is you guys like doing and let us be? We may be bearers but we’re taken.”

 

The young Xeno seemed taken aback by Riordan’s audacity. He narrowed his eyes while staring at Riordan thoughtfully. “Who are you?”

 

Tasha freed himself from the Xeno’s grip with some difficulty.

 

“Let’s go,” Tasha told Riordan and they began walking.

 

Riordan threw a look behind, only to see Kyle and the other bot blocking the Xeno’s path.

 

“Tasha, know this,” the Xeno yelled. “The day you’re let go, I’ll be inside you so deep that you won’t be able to live without my seth!”

 

“Who’s the creep?” Riordan questioned.

 

Tasha was white as paper. “Some Xeno that doesn’t let me be.”

 

“That’s why you wanted company?”

 

“In a way, yes. Two guarding bots are better than one.”

 

“Tell Marn. Have this idiot eat dirt.”

 

“That would be pretty difficult. Seeing that he’s Marn’s son.”

 

“What? I thought you were the one to give your guy an heir.”

 

“Well, I don’t know exactly what Marn is thinking, but he wants another child, besides Xer.”

 

“That the asshole’s name?”

 

“Yes. For some reason, he has it bad for me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I told Marn, and he just replied that Xer is doing what his age dictates.”

 

“And by that, he means he has no issues with his son being a total dick.”

 

“Pretty much, yeah.”

 

“Tell me again how awesome your guy is.” Riordan grabbed his friend’s arm.

 

“He’s better than most.” Tasha looked away. “Look, Riordan, on Earth, I was a nobody, okay? Nobody gave a damn about me. Here, at least, I feel like I have a purpose.”

 

Riordan was about to reply, when he realized they were surrounded by a posse of young Xenos. He tried to look behind and call for the guarding bots, but he was grabbed by a strong tail.

 

“This one’s old,” he heard his captor complaining.

 

He drew a long breath and focused. The sudden hit to the stomach took the Xeno by surprise and he dropped Riordan to the ground. He used the breather to try to break free. On his hands and knees, he managed to break the enclosure.

 

“Kyle!” he yelled. “Call Xana now!”

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In It For Life (Prison Island Sequel) - 1 - Teaser

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“Ahab,” Francesco said slowly. “Yes, like in the book. No, I don’t know the last name. C’mon, lady, it’s not like there could be a lot of people named Ahab.” Ah, shit, he needed to control himself. “Sorry about that, really am. It’s just that he’s an old friend, and I don’t know how to find him.”

Two years after he had left that godforsaken island, and he was still searching for Mouse in prisons all over the country. A lot of people didn’t want to give him that kind of information over the phone, so he needed to bend over backwards to go on trips and see those people face to face only to beg them to release a type of information that they weren’t supposed to give away to any stranger off the street.

So far, no success. Francesco had found work at a car workshop, and it paid the bills. He lived in a small rented studio not far from it, and everything he made and didn’t have to go to paying living expenses went into his trying to find Mouse.

Where the hell had Mouse been taken? After all that time, Francesco still recalled that last day on the island to the last detail. And how the hell had he been so stupid never to ask Mouse for his full name? Not that he had asked the others, and none had asked him, either.

Funny how time had a way to put things in perspective, he thought as another negative answer was delivered to him via the phone. In a way, Karl had kept his promise. And in another, he hadn’t. Mouse had been on the chopper with them on the day of their departure. Only that he hadn’t been released to walk free in the world – Karl’s words, not his. No, instead, he had been put in a prison somewhere, and Francesco needed to find where that prison was so that he could go to him.

He ran his hands over his face. Was he some delusional fuck to continue his search after all this time? Two years felt like a lot compared to his age of twenty now, but each day, he woke up with hope that it would be the one when he would find Mouse.

Karl would have such a laugh if he had ever learned that during all this time, for two years straight, Francesco hadn’t fucked anyone. Well, at least, not anyone living and breathing, he thought and pulled his dildo from the drawer. He stared at it for a moment. He had basically chosen it because it looked like it had been modeled after Karl’s dick.

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Prison Island 40 - Teaser

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He had been walking for a while, taking in the beauty of the place, as wild and unforgiving as it was. When he stopped by a large bush, decided to take a leak, the sound of faraway voices drew his attention. He put his dick back into his pants and walked slowly, hoping that he could see who was there without getting noticed.

Not as far as he had thought, but at a distance, Mouse and Karl seemed to be caught in a heated argument. Both of them held their fists tightly closed, and Mouse appeared to be up for a beating, the way he pushed himself into Karl’s face, lips pursed and saying something through his teeth.

Francesco tensed but something inside him told him not to intervene. He couldn’t get too close or he would be seen. The scene in front of him made him tremble for the future he had imagined, for reasons he couldn’t name.

Mouse turned on his heels and flipped the bird at Karl. For a moment, Francesco thought that Karl would hit Mouse when he grabbed him by a shoulder and forced him to face him. But no, Karl only held him and put one finger in front of his face, as he seemed to explain something.

Their voices, however, were only low murmurs, and Francesco couldn’t make out any distinct words. Whatever that was about, it seemed fucking serious and intense. They couldn’t be fighting over him again, could they? Francesco didn’t think so. This was something deeper, something much more important than a dude they enjoyed fucking.

Mouse pushed Karl’s arm away and then pressed his hands against the other’s chest, making him stumble a few steps back. If they got into a fight, Francesco was determined to intervene. Yet, nothing of the kind happened. Instead, Mouse stormed off, and Karl didn’t follow.

“It’s all on you now, you fucking asshole!” Karl’s voice was strangely loud after all that whispered angry conversation. “Don’t expect me to come searching for you!”

Francesco froze. What the fuck? Was Mouse running away? It seemed like it. But why? They were so close to going back home. It wasn’t possible that he preferred to be stranded on the island forever to a life together. Francesco couldn’t, wouldn’t believe such a thing.

Karl walked away, too, and Francesco remained hidden, barely waiting to go rushing after Mouse and find out what the hell that was all about.

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