Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2015 20:45:46 -0800
From: Sellar Dhor <sellardhor@gmail.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 14
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JANUARY 13th
Once again, my session in Cornelius's office was interrupted by
Meredith knocking on the door. "I've got the Governor in my changing
room," she said. "You two better go quickly." Her voice was trembling,
and she looked visibly nervous. She had always been so cool before, that
seeing her so shaken was unsettling. She had never been upset by
embarrassing Syd, Glaucia, Polly, or I, but I knew Jericho was a different
beast entirely.
"We'll come with you," Cornelius said.
"No, he doesn't want me there. I had enough of a problem helping
him dress and getting the jock the right size for him."
"Right, let's go Mr. Groves."
I followed Cornelius's unusually hurried pace to Meredith's shop.
When we walked in, Jericho was standing in the middle of the store, looking
in a full-length mirror with shock and awe at his costume.
I looked him over, noticing that where Syd's tux had been black,
Jericho's was white. Otherwise, they were identical. He'd already kicked
off his platform boots, violently it seemed, as it looked like they had
knocked over some of Meredith's clothing racks. His hat had been tossed
aside as well, leaving his short hair uncovered.
This left him in the white armbands, which squeezed his
threateningly large bis; the white bowtie which seemed to constrain his
angrily tense neck muscles; those ridiculous white pasties capping his
bulging, hairy pecs; that white cummerbund that looked like his muscled,
hairy abs were going to rip through at any moment; and then there was that
white leather jock, the white straps digging into the sides of his flexed,
muscled glutes, and that ridiculous grey elephant figure in the front with
his massive dick coming through the hole, that little black bow around his
dickhead. The fact that the elephant wore a large piercing at the end of
its snout was even more hilarious.
It was that part that Jericho's eyes were locked onto in the mirror,
that part that was drawing such hateful revulsion in his expression.
"We're here, Mr. Governor," Cornelius said.
Jericho spun around to face me, his whole body aflame with rage.
"You did this!" he roared, coming at me with supernatural speed, lifting me
up by the throat and slamming me so hard against the wall I almost blacked
out. He stuck his twisted face in my own, our noses touching and his
breath on me, and he opened his lips, showing me his threatening fangs were
already out and ready.
I was stunned, both from the pain and from my anxious heart racing,
and I couldn't breathe.
"You did this! You fashioned this joke for me! You mean to
embarrass me in front of my entire Blood!"
He took his hands off my neck, and used them to pin me to the wall
at the level of my torso, thankfully letting me finally take a breath. But
it turned out he was just freeing my throat for his fangs; he slammed them
into my throat and started to feed off me. I could feel his dick harden in
response to the assault, sticking up and stabbing through my polo shirt.
"Mr. Governor, you kill him and you can say goodbye to your
Governorship!" Cornelius said.
At first, he ignored him, sucking away at my blood.
"Jericho Logan!" Cornelius said.
Finally, Jericho let me go, though he stared me down with the
meanest look I had ever seen, and he roared, his mouth covered in my blood.
I was lucky he had the willpower to do the smart thing.
I clutched my hand to my neck wound as Jericho turned to Cornelius
and motioned towards the tux. "I am NOT wearing this," he said.
"Sir, you know the rules when you are chosen to be a groomsman of
this manner."
"I don't care. This wedding is a sham. Designed to make my look
like a fool."
"That may be, sir, but the laws are laws," he said. "If you don't
wear the proscribed outfit of the groomsmen and undergo your expected
behaviors, you'll serve a two year prison sentence."
His eyes narrowed in thought. "And who would serve as Governor in
my absence?"
"Your heir would, until your sentence had been completed."
Realization hit Jericho's angry face, and he spun around to face me
again. "I see now, see it all clearly. All of this, the fake wedding, the
horrendous tuxes, it's all just a ploy to get me off the Governor's chair,
and have Syd instated as Governor, so the two of you can destroy everything
I've built."
"No, it's not like that at all," I said.
"I can smell your lies," he hissed. "But I got more smarts than you
or Syd ever will. I'll play your stupid games better than you ever could.
Come wedding day, I'll wear this atrocity and be the perfect lamb, and your
plans will all burn in hell. Now, get out, the both of you. Get the fuck
out!" He slammed the full length mirror, shattering the glass and knocking
it to the floor.
Cornelius and I quickly scooted out of the room.
"This isn't one of his more pleasant moods," he said when we were a
long ways away from the clothing store. "But I've seen worse, believe me.
I'd say our session is adjourned. Are you going to be okay?" he asked,
looking at my throat wound.
"Sure," I said. "I'll just run up and get Syd to close this wound
up for me. I don't think he took very much blood at all before you stopped
him, because I don't feel the least bit weak."
"Good to hear. See you later, Mr. Groves."
"Goodbye, Cornelius."
I started to walk away, and then remembered that I was trying not to
remind Syd about my blood, and asking him to lick my neck wound wasn't
exactly the best way to keep his mind off of the red stuff.
"On second thought, I think Syd might be gone somewhere," I said to
Cornelius. "Could you close this for me?"
"Well, I suppose so," he said.
He moved forward with much awkward hesitation and licked my neck
wound a few times until it healed.
"My, my. You certainly do taste... magical."
"Uh, thanks."
He looked at me dreamily for a second, and I couldn't possibly guess
what was going through his mind. "Good day, Mr. Groves," he said finally,
and turned to walk the other way.
I knew it was time to meet Glaucia and Syd for our ridiculous little
lesson, and instead of going up to Syd's room to get him, I just walked
straight out towards the eastern riding grounds.
I saw Glaucia and Lewis outside the stables, setting down large
bags, clearly just arriving. I was almost within earshot of them when I
felt someone grab me from behind, pull me back into strong arms. I felt
stubble on my ear and a poke in the seat of my pants.
"I had hoped I'd get to spend the morning with my fiancé," Syd
said, holding me from behind.
"Not now, Syd, we're supposed to meet Glaucia."
"She can wait."
She luckily turned right then in our direction, and I waved
furiously. She waved cheerfully back and beckoned us towards them. We had
no choice but to move forward.
"Did you guys hear?" Glaucia asked us.
"No, tell us!" I said, feigning excitement, running towards her.
She beamed. "Parker and Annie are on the stagecoach right now to
Mareshead. Should be arriving this evening. Lewis and I were planning to
be waiting for them with flowers and signs. We still have to make the
signs, but we spent the morning cutting flowers from outside. We're just
taking a break so we can work on our horseback riding, aren't me, sweetie?"
"Uh-huh," Lewis said.
I may have been faking the excitement before, but as soon as I heard
Parker would be returning, I got genuinely exuberant inside.
"Okay, I'm ready for my riding lesson," Glaucia said.
Syd looked her up and down with disdain. "Glaucia, what exactly are
you wearing, and why?"
"Do you like it?" she asked. She was dressed in a modern English
riding outfit, complete with the boots and helmet. "I figured I couldn't
ride in one of my normal dresses, but didn't know what I should be wearing.
I'd seen women riding in cowboy gear, but that seemed so masculine to me,
so I got this outfit before I came from the outside."
"It looks very fetching on you," I said.
"Of course Jakey would say that, it's totally in the stuck up preppy
kind of style that Jake would clearly wear as well. I mean, it looks like
a uniform the Petrov Blood would force us to wear if they ever invaded
America. Trust me, round here, that ain't a good thing. If ya don't want
folks around here to stone you, you'd better never wear that beyond today,
ya hear me?"
She looked disappointed. "Oh, alright. I DO want to fit in.
Lewis, stay here with the flowers while we get Polly to bring you your
horse."
We walked into the stables, and found Polly and Donnie both at work.
"Polly, Lewis is waiting for his lesson outside."
"Great, ma'am."
"Oh, but I'm also here to ride."
"Yous? Really?"
"Yes, believe it or not. I know it's the first time you've heard me
say that. I don't have a horse, but I was figuring I should probably learn
to ride Jericho's, since I'll have to ride that one in the rodeo
competition. Could you get it for me?"
"Are you fucking kidding?" Donnie asked. "That's the one horse that
we keep under lock and key. Jericho doesn't let anyone take his horse."
"She's the Governor's wife, Donnie," Polly said.
"But--"
"Just get the horse for her, Donnie!"
"Fuck, alright." He stormed off to the end of the stable.
"It's a boosted Clydesdale he rides," Polly said.
"That's perfect `cause that's the exact horse she'll need to ride
with Jericho in the rodeo," Syd said.
"Doesn't Jericho have his smaller horse as well, for single riding?"
I asked.
"You'd think," Polly said. "But he actually just uses the one.
Even though he doesn't ride double, he prefers the big boosted horse for
all his riding."
"How can he manage to do Heading and Heeling with such a big horse?"
I asked.
"Oh, he manages," Syd said.
"I gotta warn ya plain," Polly said. "This horse is a monster. I
say folks either pick horses `cause they have the qualities they'd want to
date, like Boyd's mare. Or they pick horses that remind them o'
themselves. The second rule is true for Jericho's stallion. He's big,
he's mean, and he kinda looks like Jericho."
"I'll be sure to kick him a few times just to take out years of pent
up hostility on him, then," Syd said.
"I'd punch ya in the mouth for even sayin' that right now, but I
ain't worried. I know with that horse, if ya got into a fight, he'd win
for sure. I can't go near the thing, he kicks me. I can get along with
any horse before that one, even the ones that are too scared of other
people. But that one hates my guts. That's why I sent Donnie to fetch
him. Donnie the only one the horse has learned to like `sides Jericho.
And there are only two horses in here that Donnie gives a shit about, his
own, and that one. When I came on board, they were the only two that were
groomed and fed."
"Is Donnie's horse supposed to be someone he would date, or one that
reflects him?" I asked.
"Reflects him," she said. "A smaller, leaner stallion, totally
spoiled. But here's the weird thing." She lowered her volume and spoke
under her breath. "Jericho's horse hates other horses, we have to keep him
as far away from other horses here as possible, or the poor other horse is
like to end up dead. But Donnie somehow got his own small horse used to
Jericho's huge stallion. Sometimes I'll come in, and he's in there with
him, in his stall. Donnie puts them together. First time I saw that,
there was an awful fuss comin' from the stall. I went to look, and
Jericho's stallion, it looked like it was killin' the smaller one, which
was no shock to me. But when I got a better look, I saw something even
more disturbing. Jericho's stallion wasn't fightin' the smaller horse, he
had mounted him from behind, and he was forcing him to, ya know, please
`im. I tried to rescue the smaller horse right then, but Donnie stopped
me. Told me the smaller horse likes it just as much as Jericho's, and sure
enough, Donnie's horse always pulls towards Jericho's horse's stall.
Still, I can't abide by permitting such things, so I told Donnie he better
quit putting those two together."
"You can't separate true love," Glaucia said. "If it makes the
horses happy, I say, why not?"
"Donnie's horse always ends up limpin' and bloody when Jericho's
stallion is done with him, that's why not."
Right then, Donnie came back, pulling the largest horse I could ever
possibly conceive of towards us. It wasn't just genetically intimidating;
the vampire blood that had been used to boost it seemed to have sort of a
steroid effect, making its muscles unnaturally large. It was light tan in
color, with light brown mane and tail hair, which had been trimmed short.
The oddest thing was that area above the horse's upper lip seemed oddly
bushy, matching Jericho's La Souvarov exactly.
"I'm takin' this one outside," Donnie said, walking the horse past
us towards stable exit. As the horse went, I heard it huff in anger, and
before I could react, it raised its hind leg up and kicked me in the chest,
knocking the wind out of me and sending me to the ground.
"Jake, are you alright?" Glaucia asked, panicked, as she bent down
to look at me.
"I'm okay," I said, getting to my feet again.
"Can't blame the stallion for wanting to do that, can we?" Donnie
asked.
"Polly, Jake and I will be ridin' double today on Jake's horse."
"Okay." She brought out Patches whom again showed me all sorts of
love when he saw me, and unlike with Jericho's horse, there was no evil
kicks given to innocent bystanders.
Polly got a couple horses for her and Lewis, and the two of them
went off for their riding lesson.
"I tied Jerry to the pole out there," said Donnie to us as he walked
back in the stables. It was the first time I had heard Jericho's horse's
name, and it made me wonder if Jericho had christened the horse himself
with a name obviously short for his name, or if Donnie had been the one to
name him.
The three of us left the stables, while I pulled Patches behind us.
"Now, figured we'd start with teaching ya how to ride the big
Clydesdale this morn," Syd said. "I know a place where we can have a
little more privacy, why don't we ride over there."
"Should I just, you know, get on?" Glaucia asked.
"That's usually the first step, yes," Syd said.
She approached Jerry nervously, and soon as she got close, he made a
sudden move to kick her, and she backed off with a scream. "I can't ride
this horse."
"I'll get him to mind us," Syd said. "If he can mind Jericho, he
can learn to mind me."
Syd approached the horse and tried to get on, but the horse
sidestepped Syd and made to kick him.
"No you don't," Syd said. "I'm in charge here, not you."
He grabbed the reins, expecting to yank the horse's head into
submission, but the horse swiftly turned and chomped down on his fingers.
"Ooow!" Syd cried as he pulled his hand away. I cringed as I saw it
was covered with blood, though the wounds were closing quickly.
"Christ almighty," Donnie whined as he approached us from the
stables. "You'll be here all goddamn day and ya still won't get that one
to mind ya."
"Can you help with this, Donnie?" Glaucia asked sweetly.
"I can help. But I don't do nothin' for free," he said.
"I can pay you."
"I ain't got a lick o' need for your paper, woman. I take a
different kinda payment, Syd knows what I mean."
"I think that could be arranged," Syd said, a half smile appearing
on his face.
"Okay then, I'll help ya. First off, Syd, don't take this the wrong
way, yer hot as fuck, but you ain't ridin' this horse. Not ever. Won't
happen. Glaucia, though, I can do."
"Why not me?" Syd asked.
"Cause yer dick's too goddamn big," he said.
"But Jericho's is just as endowed," Glaucia said.
"But this horse can't be threatened by Jericho `cause them two are
practically the same. They got the same soul. Besides Jericho, Jerry
won't ride anyone who threatens his masculine supremacy."
"So, he's better with women?" Glaucia asked. "Then how come he
likes you so well?"
"Because I don't try to tell this one what to do. We both know that
he's in charge, and I just beg him to go in whatever direction I need. If
he refuses, I don't fight him. And I love him for his domination."
I couldn't help but wonder if Donnie had ever engaged in sexual acts
with the horse. I certainly wouldn't put it past him, no matter how much
the idea repulsed and disturbed me.
He took Glaucia's hand in his own, and he then moved them both
towards the horse's muzzle. "I'm tryin' to get him used to you," he said.
"Okay."
With her hand under his, Donnie pressed their palms against
stallion's muzzle, and this time, it didn't fight back, though it still
looked angry. He moved their hands down the horse's neck, over its
shoulder and along the underside of the belly. It was so tall, that was
the easiest place to touch.
"He still seems angry with me," Glaucia said.
"He needs to be touched so he knows you're there to please him,"
Donnie said.
Quick as lightening, he moved their hands down to his massive,
dangling penis.
"Eew, stop!" I said.
"Yuck!" Glaucia said, repulsed.
"Stop acting grossed out or you'll lose him for good," Donnie warned
her.
"Sorry."
"See, Jerry? Just like me, she's your plaything, to do as you
please with." He forcibly rubbed her their palms all over the animal's
thing. If he had made me do that, I would have punched him.
The horse started to respond sexually, and then finally made a
relaxed neighing sound.
"Okay, that's it," Donnie said, pulling their hands away. "That's
his indication that he knows you are there as his plaything, and he wants
you to get on. I'll help you up."
It took Donnie quite awhile to get Glaucia in the saddle, but
amazingly, the horse was patient with her. Donnie grabbed the reins and
handed it over to her.
"Just use these to make the subtlest of suggestions to him about
where you'd like to go," Donnie said. "We've put him in such a good mood,
he'll be fine listening to you for the next couple hours as long as you
don't force him."
"Oh, I won't," she said.
"My work here is done. Syd, ya owe me."
"It'll be my pleasure to make good on that payment, Donnie."
Syd and I mounted Patches, with me in front with the reins, and Syd
had me ride towards a more secluded part of the riding fields. We went
slowly, giving Glaucia instructions on the basic mechanics of riding as we
went. Although the horse gave her no trouble, she seemed generally
terrified of being so high up.
When we reached our destination and came to a stop, Glaucia said,
"Enough of me riding. You two promised you'd show me exactly how Syd used
your love making to teach you how to ride."
"Well, first off, we always rode in the nude, just like in the real
rodeo," Syd said.
"Don't let me hold you back, I was in the stands, and I've seen all
of this before," she said. "Go ahead and get naked like you'd be doing if
I wasn't here."
"Jakey and I never turn down any excuse to be naked together, do we,
sweetums?"
"Mmm," I said, annoyed.
Syd started ripping off his clothes and just throwing them aside
until he was just in his boots and hat. "Jakey loves it when I tear off
his clothes myself, ain't that right, darlin?' It just gets him going!"
With that, Syd started frantically ripping my shirt off, then my
pants and underwear, leaving me as naked as he was. He brusquely tossed my
clothes on the ground.
"Aww, much better, ain't it?"
"Loads," I lied.
"Now, look at this, Glaucia. This is exactly how I taught Jakey how
to ride."
I felt him completely lock his body against mine, everything from
his legs up completely spooning me from behind, his right hand feeling on
my chest, and his right feeling up my inner thigh. I felt him grinding his
sweaty pubes against my tailbone. I could feel his soft dick intrude upon
my buttcrack, tickling my hole.
"With our bodies as close as our souls."
"I can admire that," Glaucia said.
"The truth is, Jakey never would have learned without me, ain't that
right, Jakey?"
"Yes," I said limply.
"He just didn't mesh well with the horses, not one bit. But once I
held him like this, it gave him courage, didn't it, darlin?' I used every
inch of my body to show him how to ride without a single word."
"Wow, that is amazing," Glaucia said.
"This is the exact position we use to do the Bull Wrestlin' event,"
Syd said. "And when I'm behind him in the saddle, I'm always feelin' all
over my bride with my hands, and Jakey wouldn't have it any other way. If
he's doin' the ridin,' we both love it when I tease him. Slap him on the
ass," he said, literally slapping me. "Giving oral loving to his pretty
hole," he said, pushing my butt up and giving me an embarrassing lick
before I pulled back down. "Anything is fair game when the two of are
connected as purely as we are, right sweetie?"
"Uh-huh."
I noticed that he had gone soft to semi-hard, and I could feel his
quickly enlarging head poking at my poor hole.
"And a lot of times, when the two of us ride like this, it won't be
long before he's begging me to fuck him in the ass from behind him on the
saddle, just like we always do in bed."
"Aww, that's sweet," Glaucia said.
"But I'm not going to beg for that today, Syd."
"That's just because we fucked four times during the night last
night. Well, four and half, to be honest, ain't that right, Jakey?"
"Uh-huh."
"But that's just one event you sit like that for," she said. "What
about the others?"
Syd suddenly stood up behind me on the saddle, stuck his hands on my
shoulders, used my body to catapult himself over me, and then landed in the
saddle in front of me. "This is the position we use when we're doin' the
Calf Ropin' event."
"Yes, I see."
"This feels a lil' bit queer, having Jakey behind me like this,
`cause this is a position we'd never do in our bed. I'm strictly a top,
and he a bottom. But even so, Jakey's found a way to make this position
fun. For instance, I was tickled pink when Jakey put his hand like
this..."
He grabbed my right hand and forced me to envelope his hard dick,
which I absolutely hated holding.
"...callin' it the only saddle horn he cared to hold. And since
then, whenever we ride like this, he invented a rule. He ain't allowed to
hold onto the saddle, just onto my special saddle horn, or my studly,
muscled upper-body that he frankly can't ever get enough of."
"He sure is devoted to you, Syd," Glaucia said. "You might be
embarrassed how he constantly needs to be touching your body or is obsessed
by your manhood, but I beg you to be understanding. It's just because he
only has eyes for you."
"Yer damn right. I might be tempted to get mad at him when he
needs my giant cock every second, but I know it's just because he loves me
so. Wow, Glaucia, it's so amazing how well you get the two of us, ain't
it, Jakey?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"So how did you plan for that event where you have to grab those
little red things?"
"The Flag Pullin?'" he asked. "I'll show you. He acrobatically
jumped behind me again. "Jakey, turn around so we can show the lady how we
do this one."
I sighed, and then carefully turned around in the saddle until I was
facing him, trying to sit back so I wouldn't have to touch him.
He had none of that. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me onto
him. I felt his entire body against mine, with his hard dick sliding up
and down suggestively in my crack, leaving what I was positive was a trail
of precum as it did its work.
"This one was easy for us, `cause basically, it's just like makin'
love. A lot of times, Jakey likes to get fucked sittin' up like this in my
Ironman arms, ain't that right?"
"Yes."
"And frequently, when we were practicing this event, we'd just fuck
in the saddle during the practice, `cause Jakey's hole just can't be teased
like this without getting a good pounding."
"That's so sweet."
"Now, this event requires my hands to be tied behind my back, which
is a little funny, since it's Jakey who loves to be tied to our bed all
night long, but we just go with it."
"Uh-oh, I hope the tying up thing wasn't a secret," Glaucia said.
"Don't be embarrassed, Jake. Who doesn't like a little soft S&M from time
to time?"
"Certainly not Jakey, ain't that right?"
"Yes, it is," I said, trying not to sound angry.
Finally, Glaucia said, "We'd better start back. And you two better
put some clothes on unless you want to get a whole bunch of questions from
Lewis."
Syd's expression looked like he was about to say we wouldn't mind,
so I cut in, "No, we wouldn't want that. We'll put our clothes back on."
We both dismounted, retrieved our clothes, and put them back on, in
spite of how dirty they were. We rode back to the stables and put away our
horses just as Polly was finishing with Lewis.
"There's still some time before lunch, sweetie," Glaucia said to him
after we were all done with the riding. "Why don't we finish picking the
flowers?"
"Yeah!" Lewis said happily.
"I'm sure the two of you have something better to do, but if not,
you're welcome to join us," Glaucia said.
"We'd love to," I said, willing to agree to anything that might keep
me from being alone with Syd.
"Uh, I guess so, sure. Maybe Jakey and I could get some alone time
picking the flowers today, if you get my meaning."
"I sure do," Glaucia said, a knowing smile on her face. "I think
that could probably be arranged."
I quickly changed my mind about the whole thing. "This all sounds
wonderful, but you know what? I always meet with Cornelius in the
mornings."
"Didn't you already do that, darlin?'"
"I had to pause the morning session to help Glaucia," I said. "He's
waiting for me to return so we can continue for the rest of the morning."
"Syd can help me pick flowers!" Lewis yelled excitedly.
"Um, okay, lil' pardner."
As I left, Syd and Glaucia were happily escorting Syd towards the
flower bushes. Instead of meeting Cornelius, I went up to Syd's room and
drew a hot bath, washing all trace of horses or Syd off of me. When I was
dressed again, I went down to the mess hall for a bite to eat for lunch.
I was just taking the first bite of my sandwich when I heard a voice
from behind me. "Mind if I join ya, lover boy?" Syd sat down at the table
with me, his food in hand. Darn, he had managed to escape Glaucia and
Lewis sooner than I anticipated.
"I take it that's a rhetorical question, given that you sat down
before I could answer."
"That's right, you really don't have any say in the matter. You
know what else you don't have any say in? What we're gonna be doing after
lunch."
I thought I knew where this was going, and I didn't want to go down
that road. I quickly changed the subject. "So how was your little romance
with Rose last night?" I asked.
"It was the time of her life, I'm sure. Not so great for me. Rose
may be smolderin' hot, but her lady-parts are frozen solid."
"I'm sorry you didn't enjoy yourself as much as you thought, Syd."
"That's fine. There's no such thing as bad sex, ain't that right?
I'll pay off my dues as good as I can. Hell, I have one helluva reputation
to uphold."
Luckily, just then my eye caught the perfect distraction walking
through the mess hall doors. "Oh look! Glaucia, Lewis, come sit with us!"
They waved, and approached us. They had their bags of flowers with
them.
"Lewis, why don't you go play while I go order our lunches?" She
set down her bag of flowers and walked towards the counter.
"Okay, Mom." Lewis started to run towards some other kids who were
hanging around the pool tables, and I realized I would be stuck alone with
Syd again, which was totally not acceptable.
"Lewis, hold on," I said.
"Yes?"
Syd eyed me curiously.
"Why don't you stay here and tell us about the flowers you picked
this morning?"
"Okay," he said, somewhat neutrally, and got back in his seat.
"Yes, that sounds thoroughly fascinating, little bro," Syd said, and
I hoped Lewis wasn't clever enough to pick up on Syd's sarcasm.
Glaucia came back before Lewis was even halfway done with his
descriptions.
After all of us were done with lunch, Glaucia asked, "What are your
plans for the rest of the afternoon?"
I perked up, hoping for an opening to keep me occupied with some
activity that would keep me from being alone with Syd.
"We're just planning to hang out in our room," Syd said, nipping my
designs in the bud.
"I know," I said to Glaucia. "Why don't you and Lewis come up to
our room and hang with us? We'll all do the banners together."
"That sounds great!" Glaucia said. "We'll just come up with you now
then."
"You sure you don't need a break? An afternoon nap for Lewis,
maybe?" Syd said.
"Lewis?"
"I hate naps," he said.
"No, we're fine," Glaucia said. "Lead the way to your room."
Both Syd and I were smiling pleasantly as we walked them to Syd's
bedroom, but if you scratched off the veneer, underneath Syd would have
been very frustrated, and I would have been very pleased. He opened the
bedroom door and let them into the room.
"Can I use the bathroom?" Lewis asked, then I showed him where it
was, and he shut the bathroom door.
"Nice room," Glaucia said, looking around.
"You're the only woman in Mareshead who hasn't seen the inside of it
before," Syd said, clearly making a sexual reference. "Well, you and
Giggles."
"Uh-oh, it looks like someone's been sleeping on the couch," Glaucia
said, pointing towards the blankets and pillows neatly made on the settee.
"Syd, have you been in the doghouse with Jake?"
I couldn't believe I had let anyone into the room without putting
away those blankets. Would this ruin Glaucia's perception of us as a
loving couple?
"Ha, not at all," Syd said. "Jakey gets tired of getting banged in
the boring old bed. He begs for it all over the room, on any flat surfaces
he can find, and even on some standing surfaces. The couch has blankets on
it `cause that just happens to be the last place we did it, just this
morning, right darlin?'"
"I guess so," I said.
"Oh, sounds like such fun!" Glaucia said. "This room sees more love
than the honeymoon suite of a fine hotel."
Lewis came out of the bathroom again, and Glaucia started to unload
all of their materials. My eyes went wide as I noticed a used condom,
thrown carelessly onto the floor by the bed, evidence that Syd had enjoyed
himself that morning before our meeting with Glaucia.
Syd, you fool, how could you once again fail to dispose of your
condom properly, and worse yet, invite a small child into the room without
remembering to clean it up?
I walked over to the bed and kicked the condom under it, hoping
Lewis had not seen me.
"Who wants to be the flower arranger?" Glaucia asked.
"Oh, I do! I'm really good at that," I lied, knowing it would
likely keep me busy.
"Great," she said. "The flowers need cutting, organizing, and
arranging in this vase. The three of us can draw the signs," she pulled
out large sheets of paper and markers, and I wondered just how Territory
approved all of those things were. "I'm going to make a `Congratulations'
sign. Syd, why don't you do one that says `It's a girl,' and Lewis can do
one that says `It's a boy,' just so we've got all our bases covered."
While the three of them scribbled on their respective papers, I took
my time arranging the flowers. I really had absolutely no interest in
flowers, they always seemed absolutely useless to me. A live plant given
as a gift made sense to me, but giving someone flowers just seemed like the
most bizarre of human traditions. Flowers were nothing but dead pieces of
plant. Might as well collect a loose bunch of sticks and dead leaves, put
them in a vase, and charge someone eighty dollars for it. Under different
circumstances, I would have refused to be the flower arranger by principle,
but I had been forced to pretend to be some master florist, so I had to act
the part.
There were a number of different kinds of flowers collected, though
I wouldn't have been able to name any of them. They seemed rather wild and
unkempt looking, so I started to cut all of them into perfectly symmetrical
lengths, regardless of flower species, to make them look as uniform as
possible. Then I thought there were way too many leaves, so I cut most of
those away from the stems. I put them all in the vase, and then noticed
with dismay that there seemed to be a mixture of purple and pink flowers.
They looked awful casually thrown together like that, so I started
carefully rearranging them by color, putting the lightest on the left side
and the darkest in shade on the right.
"Well, I'm done," Syd said, handing his sign to Glaucia.
She took a look at it, and then hit him with her hand, smiling.
"Syd, you didn't! Look at this!"
I read the sign for myself. Syd had hastily drawn, with quite messy
handwriting, "It's a Girl (Let's Hope She's as Hot as her Mother)." I
rolled my eyes.
"Jakey, how `bout you and I take a lover's stroll, and let these two
finish in peace?"
I could all but guess exactly what he had in mind for this stroll of
his. "Actually, I still have a lot of work to do on these flowers before
I'm done. You go on and take a walk without me."
"Darlin,' if you work anymore on those flowers, there's not going to
be anything left by the time they get here."
"That's just because you know nothing of flowers, Syd," I said. "I
look at this arrangement, and I still see a blank canvas. I'll be at this
for hours, but when I'm done, it will be exquisite."
"Actually, Lewis and I finished our signs too, didn't we, Lewis? It
still should be couple hours before they arrive, and I had planned for
Lewis and I to go down to the gym for a workout. That'll give you plenty
of alone time to finish."
"Oh, perfect," Syd said. "We can stay alone here, together, and
I'll help you finish he flowers."
I cringed. "Actually, on second thought, the flowers look perfect
as they are," I said. "And I need a workout. Glaucia, do you want to be
my spotter today?"
"Love to!"
"But I thought you said the flowers were still just a blank canvas?"
Syd said.
"Sometimes, a blank canvas is exactly the look the artist is going
for," I said.
"Syd, will you come to the gym with us?" Glaucia asked.
"Are you kidding me?" he asked her. "If I don't need to exercise to
keep this studly body, why waste my time?"
"Alright, save the gym for us lowly humans," Glaucia joked. "Let's
go, Lewis."
"Mom, do I have to? That gym is so boring. It doesn't even have a
kids center."
"I know," I said. "Syd, why don't you look after your little
brother until Glaucia and I come back?"
"Yeah, playtime with Syd!" Lewis yelled.
"I guess that's okay," Glaucia said.
"Wow, I couldn't think of any other better way to spend my
afternoon," Syd said, with only me able to see through the phoniness.
"Thanks for that suggestion, honey."
And so, Glaucia and I worked out in the mansion's gym, spotting each
other and having a good time.
When Glaucia and I stepped back into the room after both of us were
done, our jaws dropped at what we were seeing. "Oh my goodness!" I said.
"Lewis, what is the meaning of this?" Glaucia asked.
"Syd and I made the best fort ever!" Lewis said.
I looked at their "fort," which they had constructed by throwing the
mattress and box springs on their sides, forming walls, and covering them
with the upside down desk and settee. That's when I noticed Lewis was
wearing my clothes, and I could see they were already covered with marker
stains.
"Lewis, I see you found my clothes," I said, trying to hold back my
anger. I HATED when people messed up my organized clothes, and now I
wondered if those would even be salvageable. At least it was just one
outfit.
"Syd said you wouldn't mind if I wore them," he said. "Makes me
feel like home to have normal clothes on."
"Lewis, hush with that!" Glaucia snapped.
"And Syd and I used the rest of your clothes to make the bed inside
the fort, isn't that great?" he asked, completely oblivious. I looked at
every last piece of my other clothes, crumpled and wrinkled and stuffed
about the place. And then I saw Syd, smiling smugly at me.
"Yes, thank you, Syd, for being the most accommodating babysitter of
all time," I said.
"Ah, you should be thankin' yerself for having such a swell idea in
the first place, honeybunch."
"Lewis, you go change back into your real clothes," Glaucia said.
"Then could you help us carry all of this to our room? It'll still be a
couple hours until they arrive."
As soon as Lewis was back in his cowboy clothes, looking very cross
about it, I picked up the flowers and Glaucia grabbed the signs. As we
left the apartment, Syd found a nearby maid and told her that the room
needed to cleaned and rearranged immediately. Once again, I felt totally
awful for the things Syd would ask the poor cleaning staff to clean up for
him. If those people hadn't been slaves, they would have quit a long time
ago.
When we were done dropping off the items in Glaucia's large room,
Syd said, "Looks like you and I will get some time special alone time after
all."
I looked at my watch. "I don't think so, Syd. I've got to run off
to meet Boyd. Later."
I quickly said goodbye to Glaucia and Lewis and left before Syd
could do anything to intervene.
I found Boyd waiting where he usually was, already riding Patches.
He smiled when he saw me, and I returned the favor.
"Get on up behind me, kid," he said.
I climbed up on the horse behind him. "What are we going to work on
today?"
"Just a little riding lesson," he said. "But first, there's
something I want to show you. Hold on tight."
I wrapped my arms around his buckskin shirt as he rode us to the
south, an area we had never gone before. As we got farther away from the
mansion, I could start hearing the sound of the stream that Parker and I
fished. Boyd stopped us at a thicket of pine trees, much too thick for any
horse to get through.
"We have to walk from here," he said, jumping off the horse. He
helped me down as well, even though I had gotten to the point where I was
far more comfortable getting on and off these large horses.
The south corner of the mansion was still visible from there; we
really weren't far at all from the mansion entrance. Certainly there
hadn't been any need to ride there, as we could easily have walked. "Where
are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see."
Boyd led me a small hole in the thicket that I hadn't seen until he
started to crawl through it. "Let me help you," he said. He grabbed my
hand, and gently guided me behind him through the tree twigs and pine
needles.
We emerged shortly into a very small, circle-shaped clearing in the
trees, about ten yards in diameter. The ground was covered in soft, brown
grass, and the whole thing was surrounded by pine trees, making it
impossible to see into, except for the area to the south, which actually
bordered on an especially beautiful portion of that large creek.
"It's my special place," he said with a smile. "No one else has
seen it until now." I noticed even though we were clearly through the
trees, his hand was still holding mine, and it made my heart flutter.
"I love it," I said. "Do you come here a lot?"
"Yup. Even hid a trunk back here." He pointed to a small wooden
trunk that I hadn't noticed before, concealed in the trees. "If you want a
drink, just let me know."
"I don't want to drink before I do any riding," I said.
"Oh, right, that makes sense," he said, but I could tell there was a
touch of disappointment.
"I'll have one when we finish, how about that?"
"Sounds nice," he said to me, smiling and looking into my eyes.
Goodness, he was so handsome. "I was so proud of you in that rodeo tourney
yesterday. You look wonderful on yer horse, Jake."
"Thanks to you," I said.
"I still thought there was room for improvement in the Flag Pulling
and especially the Bull Wrestling events, where yer in the front of the
saddle of the Clydesdale. I thought it'd be good to practice yer riding on
the bigger animal today."
"Okay," I said.
"I figured this would be as good a place as any to leave our clothes
for the day," he said, pulling off his hat and then yanking off his
buckskin shirt, leaving his wonderful upper body bare. I marveled again at
how sexy his smooth mocha skin was, stretched over those beautiful muscles
on his upper body.
I started to take off my shirt as well, neatly hanging it over some
of the tree branches. I removed my pants and did the same with them. As I
stripped nude, I marveled how unusually warm the day was, and how good the
bright sun felt on my skin.
This time, after Boyd had taken off all his clothes, he put only his
hat and his boots back on. He left his belt and chaps on the branches.
"Ready to go?" I asked him.
"Ready if you are."
He grabbed my hand again and led me through his little path in the
trees. This time I had to be very careful not to scratch my unit on any of
the twigs and branches.
When we reached the horse, Boyd said, "Up and at `em," and helped me
back onto the horse, once again using his hands to boost my butt up and
into the saddle.
I scooted up to the front of the saddle, and then felt Boyd jump up
behind me. I picked up the reins. "Should I take us to the flag course,
or the bull pen?"
"Neither, I'll take those, thank you." He reached around and
grabbed the reins from me, and started to steer the horse to the south,
towards the creek. "I thought we could forget the grounds for a day and
take my favorite ride along the creek as we work on the riding."
"Okay," I said, knowing that any excuse to get away from Mareshead
was worth taking.
He led the horse along the creek bed, heading east, with all of
Mareshead fading from view in no time.
"It's so beautiful here, so relaxing."
"Just lean back and relax," he purred into my ear, his moustache
tickling my earlobe. "Let your body melt into mine. When we're riding
like this, with me in control, your body should give into the wills of
mine. Follow the commands I'm sending to the horse with my body by letting
me be in control completely."
"Yes," I said softly, trying to still pretend like it was just the
riding I was interested in, but having a harder and harder time. I could
feel more and more blood flow to my unit as I let myself more and more fall
under Boyd's spell.
We rode like that for a good half hour, just lazily riding along the
creek bank, with Boyd periodically crossing the water so as to stay on the
most passable side. He definitely knew what he was doing.
Then we came to place where the water pooled up into a large, still
swimming-hole type of area. "The water's so pretty here," I reflected.
"So tranquil."
"Not for long," he said. He surprised me by leading the horse into
the water.
"You're not going to cross here, are you?"
"Why not?"
"It's too deep!"
"No, I told you, I know this creek, I've done this a thousand times
before."
Sure enough, he headed straight for the deepest part of the water.
"Better get yer shoes up if ya don't want `em wet," Boyd warned as
the water started moved up to the level of the Patches's belly.
I stuck my feet up in front of me, over the saddle horn. This meant
I was forced to lean back more than ever, pushing my bare back against
Boyd's bare torso, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my chest back
into him. As the water continued to rise, he stuck his boots up as well,
positioning them just to the outside of my shoes. He used this position to
cradle my lower half with his strong, naked legs. Goodness, did this
position drive me wild.
When the horse was at the center of the pool, the water reached up
only to about a foot below where our butts hit the saddle. "This better be
the deepest part," I said.
"Why, are you scared of a little water?"
"Not on a day like today," I said.
"I hope you mean that."
"Why is that?"
Instead of answering me, he held onto my body with his own, and then
rolled us both off the horse to the left, straight for the water. I gasped
as we first hit the cold surface, and soon enough my whole body was
underwater.
Totally shocked, I tried to get my feet down on the ground and stand
up, but Boyd's legs were intertwined with my own, and that tangle was
keeping me from standing.
Boyd let me go, and then lifted me upright. My head poked above the
water, and I breathed in air.
Boyd's head was up out of the water too, his face holding a twisted
smile. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist," he laughed.
"You bastard," I said, but I was laughing too. I noticed the horse
was already climbing out of the stream on the other side. "We're going to
lose our horse if we're not careful," I said.
"No, he just wants to get out of the water. He'll wait for us on
the other side."
"The water feels a lot better now that I've gotten used to it than
it did when I first got in."
"Now that we're used to it, it'll feel colder getting out. Might as
well stay here and enjoy ourselves."
The two of us splashed around for a while. Finally, I said, "I'm
getting cold. I should get out."
"No, please stay, just a little bit longer."
"I'm really cold, Boyd. My teeth will start to chatter."
"I'll keep you warm," he said.
He closed the distance between us in the water, and then pulled me
into a sweet but firm embrace. Beneath the surface of the water, I could
feel his rubbery pecs press against my chest, his abs cutting into my
stomach. He wrapped his thick arms around my sides and grabbed my back
with his hands, pulling me towards him. He rubbed the side of my face with
his. Below the water, I could feel him press his legs against mine, and I
could feel his soft dick against mine, which felt completely enormous;
thank goodness I was as cold and shriveled as I was. I'll admit, his body
felt so good against mine, so much warmer. I clung back to it as tightly
as he was holding me.
He rubbed his strong hands all over my back, warming me up with the
friction.
"Mmm, warming up already, thanks," I said.
"Good, that's what I'm here for."
I felt his hands move lower, and start to rub furiously over my
butt. Just when I felt a finger graze over my sensitive butthole, I felt
his hands stop rubbing and instead hold onto my butt firmly. Then he
started to move my body up and down quickly, creating rubbing friction all
against our fronts, heating me up there as well. In the process, his soft
dick rubbed and rolled around my own, wrestling it. Once I was fully
warmed up, I lingered in his arms, just enjoying the closeness for a while.
Finally, the horse neighed and jumped, then started to run to the side.
"Aw, shoot," Boyd said, breaking away from me and running across the
pool and up out of the water after the horse. As soon as he was only up to
his knees, I could see that his unit was a lot more swollen than usual,
though certainly not hard.
I also saw something else far more dangerous. A rattlesnake coiled
up and angry on a rock near the creek bed had clearly been what spooked the
horse away.
"Boyd, careful of the snake!"
"I see it!" He ran out past the snake, and ran in his wet boots as
fast as he could, which was scary fast. He caught the horse, stopped it,
and tied it up.
"Nice!" I said, following him towards the shallow water, but not
wanting to get near the snake.
Boyd came back, snuck behind the snake, and before I knew it, had it
harmlessly behind the head in his hand.
"Don't kill it, Boyd."
"It's dangerous."
"We invaded its home," I said. "Just let it go, for me, please."
He threw the snake a long ways away, clearly putting it long out of
range of us.
"We could continue our swim," he said.
"It's okay, now that I'm out I don't think I can get back in. Let's
just continue on."
He looked a little disappointed as I stepped out of the stream and
cringed at the feeling of having my shoes soaked through. He helped me get
back on the horse, and then jumped up behind me. This time, we were both
riding soaking wet, and it gave the feeling of his skin pressed against my
back a totally different feel.
He handed me the reins. "Time for you to ride and for me to offer
any pointers I can think of."
"But you're the one who knows where we're going."
"I'll tell you."
I grabbed the reins from him, and started to steer the horse myself,
taking us along the creek bed.
He put his hands on my chest. "You're too tight in your upper body
for riding, Jake," he said. "Loosen up."
He started rubbing his wet hands over my chest, stomach, and arms,
making them all feel so, so good. Behind me, I swore I could feel his dick
harden ever so slightly, though I couldn't be sure. What I was sure of,
through, was that his dickhead had settled right against my hole, turning
me on.
We rode for about fifteen minutes more before he told me to turn
around and start back, so I did. The way back we barely spoke, but the air
kept getting more and more charged sexually. The poke I was feeling
against my hole was only getting more and more solid until I was absolutely
certain he was getting hard, and feeling him react to the ride like that
was setting me off as well.
By the time we arrived back at his thicket of trees, I was horny
beyond belief and totally taken with Boyd.
"You're ridin' like a real pro now, kid," he said as he hopped off
the horse and helped me down again. He tied the horse's reins to a tree.
"All thanks to you," I said.
"I promised you a drink," he said. "Let me help you though the
trees." He grabbed my hand, much more like a lover than a friend, and
guided me through the twisted branches.
"It sure is beautiful here, with the sun shining down," I said as we
made it in.
He opened up his trunk and pulled out a large blanket. He quickly
spread it over the grass, lied down on top, and patted the space next to
him. I got down beside him.
"Let me get your drink."
He got up and went back to his trunk. After a couple minutes of
hearing glass clinking, he came back with a glass for him and a glass for
me.
"Here ya go," he said, handing me my drink, and lying back down with
me.
I tried to look pleased as I noticed it seemed to again be the awful
combination of straight whiskey with no ice. Didn't people drink anything
else around here?
"Cheers," he said, raising his glass. "To new in life and people
who come in and sweep us off our feet."
"Cheers," I said, clinking my glass to his. I took a sip, and the
awful bite of potent whisky inflamed my mouth. I did my best to hide my
dislike and my suddenly moist eyes.
"Like it?"
"It's great," I lied. If being with Boyd was going to mean I would
have to pretend to like his strong drinks from time to time, I considered
that a small price to pay for everything else I'd be gaining.
After we took a couple more sips of our drinks, he said, "You're
still wet. Let me get a towel."
He returned to his trunk, pulled out a towel, and brought it back
over. He knelt over me, looked over my skin carefully, and wiped my naked
body until I was well dry.
"Hmm. I fear I've gotten yer skin all dried out and scratchy now,"
he said. "Let me fix that up for you."
He went back into his trunk and pulled out an old-fashioned looking
glass bottle of lotion.
"My goodness, Boyd, what don't you have in that trunk of yours?"
He laughed as he brought over the lotion. "Here, close your eyes
and relax. I'll get your skin as moist as when we left today."
I shut my eyes, and he started rubbing the lotion. He wasn't the
least bit shy with his hands, rubbing the lotion into my arms, chest, and
legs before finally getting to my dick. Luckily, he just lightly rubbed
the lotion into my dick, keeping me from getting hard. As he did, I kept
feeling his soft unit rubbing against my skin.
"Turn over and I'll moisturize your back."
I did as he asked, and flipped over so my dick was in the blanket,
all the while keeping my eyes shut. I placed the right side of my face
against the blanket in a comfortable position. He rubbed in the lotion
into my legs, and then moved up to my back. As he rubbed it into my
shoulders, I felt a slight graze of what I knew must have been his dick on
my lower back. It felt hard to me, but I couldn't be sure.
He moved his hands down to my butt, and he took his sweet time
rubbing that lotion into my buttcrack. I didn't know how to respond, so I
kept quiet, pretending to have fallen asleep, but really my own dick was
rock hard under me.
He rubbed away at my glutes for much, much longer than was necessary
in order to just moisturize them. And then he started rubbing into my
buttcrack itself, which I couldn't imagine had gotten dried out. And he
rubbed, and he rubbed, and he rubbed, and then he put more lotion on his
hands and rubbed some more. He was even rubbing my hole, which was driving
me crazy.
And then I heard a very sexual groan come from his lips as he
embraced my body from behind, pulling me back against him with those strong
arms, his smooth pecs hitting my back, his nipples scratching me. His
heavy, beefy legs were pressed against my own, and then I felt his huge
dick, which was all too hard, be stuck into my crack, the whole shaft
against me from perineum to the top of my buttcrack. He started to grind
up and down, aided by the lotion in my crack, and feeling him move his
shaft over my hole sent shivers through my body.
With my face still turned to the right, I felt him place the right
side of his face against my left, felt his facial hair on my cheek. And
then I felt those beautiful lips on my own, felt him force open my own lips
with his strong tongue. His lips locked onto my own as he exploded into my
mouth with his tongue, giving me seriously passionate kisses. At first, I
dared not move, trying to pass off like I was still sleeping.
And then I just couldn't take it anymore, the passion had taken over
me. In spite of my better judgment, I opened my lips and put my tongue
inside his mouth as well, giving as good as I got. I could feel his
massive vampire fangs with my tongue.
And once he knew I was awake and kissing him back, he turned all the
more ferocious with his loving, kissing me harder, squeezing my nipples
with his hands, and grinding into my crack with even more intensity.
"Yeah, this is so fuckin' hot. Yeah, Jake, I've wanted this since
the moment I first saw you."
I pulled away, thinking of the promise I made not to tell anyone
about Syd. This would seem to Boyd like cheating on my fiancé. "Boyd,"
I pleaded with him.
"Don't say a thing. Not a single word. Just let me kiss you.
Please, I'm begging."
He kissed me again passionately, and once again, I felt my resolve
melting away. I had to stop this. I pulled myself away once more. "Boyd,
we can't do this--"
"No, please don't stop me. Just let me hold you. Just let me love
you."
He kissed me again, and this time, he pressed his dickhead just
barely into my butthole as he held onto my body with his strong, naked
arms, his weight all over me, and his kisses turned more and more forceful.
"Boyd, you have to understand."
"No, you have to understand," he said sharply. "You're all wrong
for Syd. You made a stupid choice picking him. Yer too goddamn young to
know the difference between a hot fuck and a good match. The two of you
fight like cats, and if ya marry him, I promise you, it'll be an eternity
of spats you have to look forward to."
"Yes, you're right, we do nothing but fight."
He kissed me deep. "Can't you feel how much better we are for each
other? Can't you feel my passion?"
He hugged me from behind harder than ever, and slipped his dickhead
just the tiniest bit further into my hole just as he pulled both my arms
back tightly, all of it sending sexual pleasure though me.
"Mmm, yes, I can feel it."
"Syd might be a good lover, I'll give him that, but let me prove to
you that I'm better. Because I'm not just into you with my dick. My whole
body wants to devour yours, so does my mind and my heart."
He was absolutely driving me crazy, humping against me the way he
was, and there was nothing I could do to fight him any longer. "Mmm, yes,
Boyd."
"Please tell me you'll let me prove to you how much I care for you,
prove to you how wrong you were to pick Syd." He kissed me again.
"Yes, Boyd, yes," I moaned in between his fervent kisses.
"I'm so, so happy you trust me to show you the light." He started
to get up off me and go towards the trunk.
"Where are you going?" I asked him as I spun around on my back,
surprised at how disappointed I was to have him not touching me, even for a
moment.
"I got some lube in the trunk. Just getting it."
"Boyd, the truth is, I don't really want to be topped. It's just
not my thing."
"Really? I guess I misread you. Wait, then how come Syd always
brags that he's fucking you to everyone with ears?"
"He's lying, he's never really topped me. I won't let him. I've
never been topped, and I don't think it's anything I'll ever want to do. I
hope you don't mind."
He came back, laid his naked body on top of mine, placing his
humungous dick on my own dick, and again I loved feeling his entire weight
on top of me. He put a hand on my cheek and smiled, flashing those
perfectly white teeth and killer fangs. "Jake, unlike Syd, I don't give a
fuck about topping you, not now and not ever. We can have just as much
pleasure if not more without it, and I swear to you I'll never miss it.
All I want it you to give yourself over to me completely."
"Yes, Boyd, I will."
And Boyd's fervent kiss returned to my mouth as he wrapped his arms
around me, clawing at my back. I kissed him back, wrapped my arms around
his as well.
He started to move his massive pole up and down against my body,
against my hard dick. All the lotion as well as Boyd's hot precum was
making short work of any friction there might have normally been, and
feeling him grind away at me with such masculine power just drove me wild.
Boyd bit roughly into my earlobe, and I felt the climax of the sex
bearing down on me quickly, that's how insanely turned on I was by him.
He wrapped my legs around his hips, and plowed into me even harder.
"I want you so bad. I was made for you. Tell me you feel the same way,
Jake."
"I do, I do."
"Tell me you were all wrong for Syd," he said, breathlessly. "Tell
me you'll choose me, like I choose you."
"I do, Boyd, I will."
"Tell me you'll never lie to me, and I promise I never will lie to
you."
"Boyd I..."
"Yes? Should I stop?" He paused for a moment, concerned.
"No, whatever you do, please don't stop. It's just that, I have to
tell you the truth. I can't do this with you under the pretense of a lie
anymore."
"Yes, please tell me. All I want from you is honesty."
I almost stopped there once again, but I could feel the orgasm
coming, and my pleasure was so intense, and it was all because of this man
that absolutely drove me wild, this man who was baring his soul to me, and
he deserved the same thing back.
"Tell me the truth, Jake, or I'll stop this right now," he said, as
we met new levels of passion.
"I'm not really engaged to Syd. That's all a lie. I hate the man,
and was forced to enter myself into the engagement in order to stop Jericho
from killing me. From the first day I met you, I knew I was attracted to
you, yet I was forced to pretend like Syd was my fiancé, so I couldn't
act on it. It's been so, so awful until this very moment."
"Yes, that's it, that's what I wanted to hear. Thanks for finally
coming clean."
He bucked and humped against me harder than ever, and he moved
against me at supernatural speeds, and he was actually thrusting against me
so hard, it actually hurts But I reminded myself that I was having sex with
a vampire, and vampires probably weren't too aware of the delicateness of
their human partners. I blocked out the pain he caused me and just focus
on the pleasure.
I felt Boyd's fangs penetrate my throat, and which sort of surprised
me because he never asked me if that was okay, but I reminded myself that
if this comes with the territory of being with Boyd, it was far worth it.
"Oh my lord, you taste like gold," he said, and if I was even
semi-coherent, I would have said something snappy about how I was pretty
sure he'd never tasted gold before if he said that. But the bite was
turning me on even more than it ever had with Syd, and this time, I was
going with the pleasure instead of trying to fight it, and pleasure poured
around first my throat, and then cascaded down to every other part of me.
I could hear him groan louder than ever as he tried to say something
to me, but I couldn't hear anything but mumbles as he didn't even stop to
pull his mouth off my neck, but the mumbles sounded very sexual. His
bucking hips started completely going crazy against my body, and I felt hot
seed explode out of his dickhead all over my body.
As he spurted his giant load on me, it set me off, and I started
shooting as well.
But then the bite turned different somehow, and I quickly went
unconscious.
*****
I opened my eyes, my head pounding. It took me a moment to realize
that Boyd must have accidentally injected that special Logan Blood venom
that makes one fall asleep. I still felt so tired, it was hard to move.
I blinked the weariness out of my eyes and looked over to see Boyd
getting dressed over by the trunk. I saw what a mess I was in, my torso
absolutely covered in semen (a whole lot more his than my own).
"Boyd, can you hand me that towel again?"
He didn't answer me.
"Boyd?"
"Ya might as well just keep sleeping," he said. "It really was a
blast, kid."
He finished dressing, grabbed something out of the trunk, and walked
out through the trees.
I grabbed the towel myself and cleaned myself up. I didn't
immediately see my clothes, had he put them in the trunk?
I got to my feet, still reeling from that bite, and walked over to
the trunk. I saw no sign of my clothes, but the first think I noticed was,
along with the bottle of lube, there were stacks and stacks of condoms in
there. He knew I couldn't get any STDs, and no one would ever need a
condom with me, so that meant that those weren't there for me. It started
to dawn on me that he must have had a lot of other people back here in his
little love nest long before he invited me, putting his assurances that I
was the first one to ever see it in doubt.
And then I saw something in the trunk that was even more
distressing. I should have known, since he seemed to have everything else
in there. It was a battery powered gramophone that looked like it had been
set up to record. Where there should have been a record, there was
nothing. I realized then just what he had been holding when he left.
Panic took a hold of me, and I spun around to find my clothes. A
few seconds of searching and I found them floating in the nearby stream:
wet, trashed, and abandoned.
I realized he was counting on me being too proud to run after him
naked, figuring someone with my high level of dignity would find some way
to cover myself before chasing him down. Well, he just didn't know me that
well. Didn't know me one single little bit.
I ran out of the forest thicket without caring about the scratches I
was getting. A long ways away, I could see Boyd walking towards one of the
mansion entrances, holding the record in his right arm. There was no way
I'd ever catch up. Unless...
I grabbed Patches, who was still tied to the tree, and I jumped up
into the saddle. I turned him towards the mansion, and kicked in my heels,
and we shot off together in the direction of my betrayer. I used all the
skills Boyd had taught me to make the horse go as fast as it could.
When I reached the entrance, I jumped down and ran through the door.
It was an entrance I hadn't ever used before, and I found myself in the
back of the mess hall. Ahead of me, I could see Boyd walking towards one
of the hall exit doors that would lead towards the Great Room. He was
going for Jericho, and I couldn't let that happen.
I barely took notice of who was in the room in that late afternoon,
barely noticed Syd and Tucker drinking together at the bar, or Arlene and
Ryan eating at a table. None of the many mess hall occupants even noticed
me until I started running as fast as I could towards Boyd. But soon, the
noisy hall went silent and jaws started to drop as all of them took in the
sight of me running naked through the room. I would have been mortified if
my life wasn't in imminent danger.
I finally caught up with Boyd in the hallway, but he didn't stop
walking towards his destination as he noticed me. "Boyd, what did you do?"
He ignored me at first.
"Please tell me."
"I made a recording of our little hot session in the trees, and this
is all the evidence Jericho will need to end your sham engagement."
"You do understand that he'll kill me and my family as soon as you
give that to him, don't you?"
"I don't give a fuck about any of that."
"So, what are you, Jericho's spineless lackey? You do whatever he
orders you to do, is that it?"
"I'm not just handing this over out of a sense of duty. I'm not
that stupid. I'm gonna negotiate for it. The Slades have been too long
the lead family that the Logans piss on. Sure, we get a seat on the
Cabinet, and we have some autonomy in our lands, but they've given most of
our territory and subjects to the other families. Hell, the Dixons are
rolling in what used to be Slade land. No longer will the Slades stand for
this third class treatment."
"Is that really worth my life, Boyd?"
"Hell yes," he said. "I ain't got shit against you personally, kid,
but ya had it coming to you. Yer dumb as shit, truth be told. The day you
thought you met me the first time, out in that field, and I pretended I
knew nothing about yer engagement? If ya even paid attention for half a
second the day before, you woulda known I was sitting there in that very
first council meeting, where Syd obviously concocted his ridiculous lil'
plan in order to save you. I knew the whole time yer engagement was a
fake. All I had to do was keep pressing on the Slade charm until you done
broke. And record the breaking." He lifted up the record to show me.
"Please, I'm begging you, Boyd. If there was even the slightest
part of you that wasn't faking your feelings, if there's a shred of
humanity in there, please don't give Jericho that recording."
"Ha. You wouldn't even let me fuck you proper, like I wanted to the
whole time. Nah, I don't give the slightest little damn `bout you."
I realized we were about to go through the door that would lead into
the Great Room. It meant this would be my last chance to stop him. I
angrily ran at him, grabbed the record in both of my hands, and pulled with
all my might.
He never let go of the record. Instead, he body-slammed me into the
wall so hard that I almost went black, and my hands came loose from the
disc. Next thing I knew, he was inside the Great Room.
It took me a moment to recover myself. As soon as I did, I ran
though the door after him. I quickly saw him walking towards Jericho's
throne, and I sprinted, still naked, towards him, having no idea of what I
would do when I reached him, but knowing I was willing to fight to my death
if need be.
I noticed the same group of important people who had been there the
night before when Syd and run naked across the room to stop Rose were
sitting at the cabinet table, talking over important matters.
"Is that Jericho's son-in-law running across the room naked?" one of
them asked, horrified.
"Yes it is," another said morosely. "Jericho assures me this
behavior is sadly far from uncommon."
Just before I reached Boyd, I noticed that Jericho's seat was
actually empty, and I thanked my luck.
"Where is he?" Boyd asked one of the guards.
"In his apartment, Mr. Slade."
Boyd started heading up the flights of stairs, and I stayed close at
his heels. As soon as we were alone again in one of the hallways in the
top floor, I said, "Please, it sounds like you are a man who's willing to
enter into mutually beneficial gentleman's agreement. There must be
something I can offer you to keep your mouth shut."
He stopped walking finally, looked me in the eyes, and rubbed his
moustache. "I might be convinced by this hot little cunt right here," he
said, reaching over and rudely sticking his finger inside me. "Yeah,
nothing would be hotter to me than having you as my little fuck toy for
eternity, free to feed on and fuck as rough as I wanted it, with you
promising never to complain, no matter how bruised up you get."
It sounded like hell, and I knew I would rather die than live a life
like that. But it was still worth it to save the lives of my loved ones.
"I'd agree to that."
"Bend over, slave, and show yer master that sweet cunt in all its
glory." He pushed me down forcefully so I was bent over, my hands touching
the ground in front of me and my legs straight.
He got his knees and looked at my hole close up. "Oh yeah, look
whose hole is ready for its master," he said. Then he lowered his face and
raped me with his tongue while I cringed in horror. "Fuck, ya taste so
good."
Finally, he stood up, but that just made things worse for me. Soon,
I felt something hard and beyond huge pushing against my tight butthole,
scaring me half to death.
"Oh yeah, feel how much this master's huge cock yearns for yer
slave hole? I spilled seed just a short while ago, and yet here my dick
is, hard as ever at the idea of tearing that sweet hole to pieces."
He stuck more and more of the head in, and I cringed in pain and
shut my eyes, trying to block it all out, wishing I could just make myself
disappear.
"But I can't do it," he said, backing off me. "As much as I would
love nothin' better than to fuck you into oblivion from now on, I got more
on the line here than just me. My whole family is counting on me here, and
none of `em would understand if I gave up on them just so I could have the
sex of a lifetime."
He continued walking as I stood up, feeling both disappointed and
relieved at the same time.
"No deal."
He was just about to knock on Jericho's door when I heard, "Maybe I
can make a deal with ya."
At first I thought it was Jericho's voice I was hearing, before I
realized Jericho's voice never oozed empty charm like this voice did. We
both turned to see Syd walking towards us.
He looked me over. "Nice choice of outfit, Jakey. It suits you so
much better than yer goddamn Abercrombie preppy shit that you usually pass
off as clothing." He looked at Boyd. "I don't think ya want to knock on
that door, Boy."
"It's BOYD you stupid motherfucker. And I'm about three seconds
away from handing over recorded audio from when I was plowin' yer so-called
fiancé, and he was singing my praises and telling me all about yer
stupid little fake engagement."
Syd gave me an angry look. "Oh, great fuckin' job, Jakey. I told
ya to keep yer big mouth shut, didn't I? I warned ya not to listen to yer
vulnerable heart, it'll kill ya every time."
"Berating me isn't going to help us any right now, Syd."
"I'm knocking." Boyd said as he raised his knuckle to the door.
"Now, you hold the fuck on," Syd said. "What if I told ya I repaid
the favor you did to my fiancé by fuckin' yer wife?"
Holy crap, I couldn't believe he was married. All that time, I was
crushing on a married man. It was so disgusting.
Boyd turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Yer bluffin.'" And of
course he was.
"Maybe, maybe not. How will you know? If I tell someone about it,
seems like yer marriage will be over, and she'll end up serving time for
her crime of infidelity for a couple years."
It was absolutely maddening to me how she would punished for being
unfaithful while he would go scot free, as his interactions with me
technically wouldn't go against his marriage vows.
"No one would believe you without evidence," he said. "It would be
her word against yours, and everyone knows yer are and always have been a
lyin' fuck."
"What if I told ya I recorded the incident as evidence, just like
you did?"
Boyd raised the gramophone record and smiled. "You used one of
these to record it, did ya? That might have some real bite if my wife
wasn't deaf and mute. That's why I fuckin' married her." He turned back
towards the door and raised his knuckle. "Nice try. Go fuck yerself."
"Wait!" Syd said. He quickly pulled his cellphone out of his pants
and pressed some buttons. He raised the phone to Boyd's face.
"I don't give a fuck who yer trying to call with that modern device,
I'm telling Jericho right this second."
"I know this may blow yer limited mind, but this funny little box
ain't just for callin' folks these days. Believe it or not, I can use one
of these to record a video. And no one here has any goddamn clue what
these things could do, so if I left this on, let's say, your nightstand,
pointed your bed while I fucked yer wife silly, no one is the wiser."
He pressed a button, and a video came on the screen. I thought he
had been bluffing the whole time, pulled something out of thin air like he
always did to save his butt, so I was shocked to see Syd on top of an
attractive black woman in a strange bed, both of them naked, with him
absolutely going for it.
"That's not her," Boyd said. "You just found someone that looks
like her. I can't even see the woman's face. Nice try."
"Wait a second," Syd said, looking at the screen happily. "There.
Right there."
The woman turned towards the camera, and her facial features
couldn't possibly be in doubt. I could see Boyd's face turning dark with
boiling anger.
"And this, this is my favorite part, just wait `til you see this,"
Syd said excitedly. "You will love this shit. See this? She wanted to
have me pound her doggy style, so she grabs her legs, sticks her feet in
the air, and I flipped her over in bed without my huge dick ever stopping
pounding all the way through her body."
With the woman facedown in bed, Syd started to wave and grin at the
camera while screwing her harder and harder, loving himself back then just
as much then as he was in the present. "Damn, sometimes I forget what a
fucking stud I am `til I see myself in action. No other man could even
come close." He finally pulled his eyes away (which seemed to take all his
willpower) and looked back at Boyd. "So, you see, it seems we do have
something to negotiate, after all."
"She's not cheating on me, you fucking idiot. We have an open
marriage. I'm allowed to fuck whoever I please, and so is she. It's none
of my goddamn business who she chooses to bed, though I had hoped until now
that she would have much better taste than to ever chose you."
"Looks like you underestimated how fucking irresistible I am."
"Or I overestimated the pool of potential partners she had access to
here. Clearly she must have been desperate beyond belief in order to go
for someone like you, Syd. Anyway, since she wasn't cheating, all of your
efforts will prove useless. I don't care who sees that recording."
"You two may have made some special arrangement that means she
really isn't betraying you with this action, but I don't think that excuse
is going to fly when it comes to breaking a Logan law. The law is the law,
Boy, and she'll end up doing time."
"Boyd! The name is Boyd!"
"I think Boy is much more appropriate, given the child-like
immaturity in which you try to play my game. I knew from the second you
started helping Jake what you were up to. It don't take no genius to know
that you been lookin' for a way to get on Jericho's good graces for
decades. I knew you were a slimeball, I knew Jakey was fuckin' weak
hearted, and I so I started fucking yer wife, just for insurance. I think
yer real cute, tryin' to keep up with the big boys, Little Boy Slade, but
ya can't play a much older player than you."
Boyd looked seriously pissed. "Alright, what do you want for this?"
he said, holding up his record.
"I want you to never touch Jake again, and I want you to swear no
one will ever know what you and him did."
"Fine, as long as the same is true about my wife. And I don't even
want her to know about any of this, understood?"
"I think that could be arranged. Oh, and one more thing. I know
you and yer wifey are competing us against in our next rodeo competition."
"Yeah, so?"
I was shocked, that came as a total surprise to me.
"I want you to throw the match," Syd said. "But not in any way that
will draw any suspicion."
Boyd looked seriously pissed at the idea of losing a match. "How
clever of you to ask this, `cause you know fucking well that there's no way
you'd ever win legitimately."
"I know what yer tryin' to do, ya think you can bruise my dignity
into having you compete legitimately. But as Jakey knows, I ain't got a
shred of dignity or honor. I'd rather win the match period than win it
fair and square."
"I'll cut you a deal. I'll throw three events in the rodeo, and no
more. And I won't throw them so much so that my wife will suspect
anything. She can't know. That means you'll still have to play
legitimately well enough to beat us, can you handle that?"
"What are the three events?"
"Axe throwin,' which will just mean I ain't gonna win when it comes
time to throw my axes. I ain't gonna ruin my wife's turn by flinching,
`cause that would imply I didn't trust her. Also, Calf Ropin,' and Headin'
and Heelin.'"
"Deal," Syd said, sticking out his hand, which Boyd shook. "I'm
deleting this video right now.
"Oh, if you think I'll trust you, yer fuckin' stupid. I want the
phone."
"Hey, it's cool, I got another one." Syd handed the phone over as
Boyd gave him the record. "Now that you have one of those fancy phones,
you can be my new cellular BFF. I can text you every few seconds, and we
can play videogames together, and we could--"
Boyd made his hand turn to steel, then he crushed Syd's phone to
pieces right in front of his face with an evil glare, dropping the pieces
all over the floor.
"Well, that's the last time I try to save you from being stuck in
the 19th century. I think I'll do the same to your little present."
He ripped the record into pieces, but held onto them.
"Don't think that just because I agreed to yer terms means you can
freely treat me like shit in public," he said. "You try to pull any of the
shit that you do on this one," he said, pointing at me, "and the only thing
I'll be throwing is your dead body."
"Fine, I'll try to be civil," Syd said. "Thanks again, Boyd. Been
a pleasure doing business with ya," he mocked.
Syd and I walked down the hallway towards his apartment.
As soon as we were in an empty hallway, Syd said, "I'm gonna go
outside, burn this disc, and dispose of the remnants. I don't want anyone
performing any unexpected miracles."
I nodded. "My horse is still out there. Put him away too, please."
"You can thank me later, Jakey. In fact, I'm already fantasizing
about all the wonderful ways you can thank me." He turned and walked the
other way.
I got to Syd's apartment without anyone else seeing me naked. As
soon as I went into the room, which looked like it had been returned to its
normal state after the remodeling Syd and Lewis had done, I walked over to
the tub and filled it with water. I didn't care if I had taken a bath once
already that day, I felt disturbed and dirty.
As I scrubbed every part of me that was ever touched by Boyd, I
wished that I could go back and scrub away all the things I had done with
him as well. I kicked myself for being so stupid. My love life consisted
of Jarrett in San Francisco who had turned out to be a racist jerk, Viktor
who had turned out to be a twisted obsessive, Syd who had been on a mission
to seduce me and turned out to be a total bastard, and now Boyd, who had
somehow managed to match Syd's manipulative bastardness on every level.
Throw in a couple forced encounters with vampires who only wanted to use
and abuse my body: Jeremiah, Sherriff Towerlry, and Steely. The only two
men who had actually been worth my affection were both totally straight and
unavailable, Ahmad and Parker. My love life had consisted entirely of
failures and betrayals, many of which I blamed myself for not seeing
through them from the start.
It was a good argument for me to take a vow of celibacy and give up
on love for the rest of my life. At least then I wouldn't ever have to
feel the pain I felt then of my heart being trampled on by Boyd.
I rinsed off one last time, and then got dressed in new, clean
clothes. Soon after, Syd came into the room, followed by Glaucia and
Lewis, all of them carrying cards.
"Darlin, look who found me on my way up to the room?" Syd said, and
though he was smiling, I could hear that he was annoyed that he wouldn't
have any alone time with me. Even though he knew I had just had sex with
Boyd, he still had that glint of desire in his eye.
"The stagecoach should be arriving any minute now," Glaucia said,
handing me the flowers. "Let's go greet them."
We walked through the Great Room and through the front door, with
Glaucia trying as hard as she could to try and distract Lewis from the
naked male slave that was occupying the cage on the ground floor, and I
tried to mentally distract myself from thinking about that poor man's
certain fate as well.
We waited just a few minutes in the loop of dirt road in front of
the mansion before we saw their stagecoach start to approach.
By the time the stagecoach stopped in front of us, Glaucia was
giddily jumping up and down in anticipation. "Oh look, there's Annie
getting out!" she said.
We all looked carefully. "Are you kidding me?" Syd said. "That
woman couldn't look less like Annie. That's the Fools Gold stuffy
librarian."
The woman climbing out the back door of the stagecoach was in her
late forties, in a prim grey dress that covered up every inch of her skin
lower than her chin, had a tight grey bun of hair, and glasses.
"Oh, well she must be the one behind her then," said Glaucia.
I looked to see a woman getting off the stagecoach directly behind
the librarian, almost pushing the librarian out of the way. She was an
Asian woman, perhaps my age, and she had tons of modern make- up on.
Unlike the librarian who was dressed extremely modestly, this woman just
had on a modern, very revealing bra, a thong, and a pair of stilettos. She
had a modern beer in each hand, with the labels on the bottles and
everything, clearly BYOBing from the outside.
"Are you crazy, Mom?" Lewis asked.
"Do you need glasses, Glaucia?" Syd asked.
"I have them, but I refuse to wear them for cosmetic reasons," she
said.
"Well, maybe you should unrefuse," Syd said.
The Asian girl in her underwear suddenly tripped her stilettos on
the stagecoach as she tried to disembark, and fell forward. Syd jumped
forward like lightening and kept her from falling. She put her arms around
him and let him carry her and put her down on the ground.
"Wow, my shining knight, er, I mean, sexy cowboy coming to my
rescue," she said, slurring her words, clearly drunk.
"Always glad to help a girl whose first instinct when falling is to
keep her beers safe instead of stopping her fall."
"Did you lose your clothes, sweetie?" Glaucia asked, concerned.
"Huh? Oh, those. Nah. I noticed how out of place they were in
this big ol' Frontierland they were here, so I ripped them off and tossed
them out of the stagecoach after my third beer."
Now that she was closer to us, I could see that she clearly wasn't a
vampire: she had brown eyes, and she wasn't nearly as attractive as any of
the vampires were. In fact, she was more than a little plain, though she
just seemed to ooze sexuality. "Well, Meredith's would have something you
could wear," I said, trying to be helpful. "You must be freezing."
"You know, your arms felt really nice against my cold skin," she
slurred to Syd. "I'd bet you'd warm me up real fast. You know where I can
get a hotel room around here?" she asked.
"They have rooms available in the back houses," Glaucia said. "Just
go through the mansion and you'll see them."
She never looked at Glaucia, instead staring into Syd's eyes. "And
do you know where I can find a cowboy as smoking hot as you to keep my bed
warm at night?"
Syd looked down at her, his eyes penetrating. I knew he was trying
to decide if the woman was good looking enough to live up to his standards.
She seemed decidedly less attractive than any of the women I'd ever seen
him chase, though she certainly seemed like an easy enough catch for him.
He smiled his devilishly charming smile. "Well, you'll never find
anybody as hot as I am to share your bed, I'm afraid. But, I'm sure you'll
find a lesser caliber of cowboy easily enough. Good luck, Darlin.'"
She looked slightly wounded, but took a sip out of one of her beers
and stumbled on towards the mansion.
A few others came out of the stagecoach, and then Annie came out,
followed by Parker. Parker's eyes locked with mine as he stepped out of
the cabin, and he smiled warmly. Goodness, it was so good seeing him again
after everything that had happened since he left.
"Congratulations!" Glaucia said, jumping around.
"Oh, you guys didn't have to do this!" Annie said, a big smile
coming to her face.
"Yeah, this is much too much fuss," Parker said.
"Lewis, give them your sign!" Glaucia said.
Lewis was holding up the congratulatory sign, and he brought it to
Parker. "I can't read it yet, but it says something nice."
"Well, thanks so much, Lewis," said Parker, kneeling down and
hugging the kid.
"And Jake took special care arranging the flowers," Glaucia said.
I handed the flowers to Annie.
"Oh, thank you. Wow, these flowers are so... organized," she said.
"Parker will love them, he adores order."
"Yeah, thanks so much, Jake, that was really sweet of you," said
Parker, coming over and giving me a warm hug, which I absolutely loved. I
noticed he smelled so clean and good, even after a whole day on the road.
"So?" Glaucia asked.
"So what?" Parker asked.
"What do you mean, `so what?' What's the sex of the baby?"
Annie smiled. "He's a baby boy," she said.
Glaucia went nuts. She pulled out the boy variation of the two
possible banners and held it up. "Yea!"
"Oh great, another Logan swinging dick around here," Syd joked.
"Are you guys up for dinner?" Glaucia said as we walked towards the
mansion.
Annie looked at Parker. "We're pretty tired from the ride, and we
had a late lunch that I packed," she said. "We'll do it next time." I was
disappointed, mostly because it would have kept Syd and me from being
alone.
When we got inside the Great Room, Parker said he needed to report
something to the Cabinet, which seemed to be gathering together for a
meeting. As soon as Annie, Glaucia, and Lewis had left, Parker saw
Giggles, and walked over to her.
"Hi, Giggles. Can I have a word with you?" he asked.
She giggled. "Why, of course, sweet brother." She took him to the
side of the room and the two of them started to discuss something.
"Well, let's call it, a night, shall we, my lover?" Syd asked me.
"You know what, Syd? I'm going to stay down here for the Cabinet
meeting as well," I said.
"Why on earth would you want to do that?" he asked.
"Because I have an important issue I wanted to bring up for
discussion, just like Parker," I said.
"There's been Cabinet meetings like every five minutes since we got
here, so this must be some new issue?"
"Yes."
He raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"
I racked my brain. "Well, um, you see..."
"Yes?"
"All the flowers Glaucia and Lewis picked today surely did serious
damage to their gardens here. I wanted to propose increasing the gardening
staff by threefold."
"You are such a thoughtful plant-lover, Jakey. I was going to
leave, but I think I'll stick around. I want to see you deliver this
proposal to Jericho in person."
Jericho suddenly swept into the room, and though no one turned and
bowed to him, you could feel the room get a lot more tense. Well, except
for the newcomer girl in her underwear, who was wandering around, joking
with various people as she pounded her beers, seemingly oblivious to the
people gradually coming to sit down at the table. Was she too drunk not to
realize she wasn't in some cheap club somewhere? I cringed as I saw her
approach Jericho and gasped, knowing she had no idea who he was. I
couldn't hear them from where I was standing, but it was clear she was
flirting with him.
"That girl's going to end up getting killed," I said, and Syd looked
as well.
But then the truly amazing happened: Jericho flirted back. He
didn't go so far as to smile, I'd say, but he started to feel her up,
clearly enjoying what was on display.
"Holy shit, he's hot for her," Syd said.
Right then, Parker rejoined us, Giggles taking her seat at the
table.
"Hey bro, what can you tell me about the sexy girl on the stagecoach
with you and Annie?" Syd asked.
"Hmm, let's see," Parker said, seemingly racking his brain. "Oh,
you mean Margaret the librarian?"
"What?! No, I don't mean the stuck-up librarian. Is that really
the first thing you thought of when I said the word `sexy?'"
He turned red. "Hey, I've always had a thing for librarians."
"You academics are so fucked up," Syd said. "Well, I bet ya screwed
the lady on the stagecoach, didn't ya? She showed you the little pink book
in her private collection, right?"
"Don't be so crass. No, of course not," Parker was saying. "I
haven't slept with anyone since Annie and I married."
"What about when she's out of town? What do you do for blood?"
"I drink the refrigerated blood," he said.
Syd made a face. "I couldn't survive that way," he said. "No, I
meant HER, ya moron." He pointed at the Asian girl flirting with Jericho.
"Oh, her. Umm, I don't know, I didn't talk with her. I think her
name was Enid? And she had just come in through the West Gate quarantine.
The people that work there could tell you more about her than I could, I'm
afraid."
"She seems like a major slut looking for a stud to fuck her. What
else do I really need to know?"
"I'm begging you to stay away from her, Syd," Parker said. "She may
seem well experienced to you, but she's only in her early twenties. She
couldn't possibly be as experienced she seems. And no one in their
twenties is really ready psychologically for the kind of fun you have to
offer."
"You mean, fucking the hell out of them, drinking their blood, and
then tossing them aside?"
"Yes, exactly. Unless you are ready to treat this woman with
respect in bed and commit to her later, let this one pass you by."
"Thanks for once again being the world's biggest cock block. You
always come through, Park."
He walked away from us, towards the long table where the Cabinet
members sat.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, take your seats," Cornelius
announced. "The meeting is about to start."
Jericho seemed almost reluctant to push this Enid out of the way so
he could take his seat on the throne. She tried to follow him up, but a
guard stopped her.
Rebuffed, she walked back over to where we were standing. "What a
jackass," she said. "That douche kept me from getting it on with that guy
who looked just like you but with a weird moustache," she said to Syd. "He
was telling me that I turned him on more than any girl here, and how he
would love to join me for dinner."
"I think he actually said that he would love to HAVE you for
dinner," Syd said.
"Huh?"
"Never mind, sweetheart," he said. "Listen, you're messing with the
wrong Logan. I'm the only one here that has an answer to every one of your
tiny, secret desires. He's the one who will lead you straight for a mass
communal grave by the end of your fist date."
"I thought you weren't interested?" she asked him.
"I changed my mind. How about we go back to that room of yours, get
that dinner together, and eat every morsel off of each other's naked
bodies?"
"Finally, someone here's speaking my language. You're on, sexy."
She took his arm and they walked off through an exit. I shook my
head. Just moments before, he had rejected her. Amazing how the attention
Jericho showed her seemed to make her so much more attractive in his eyes.
Syd's extreme competitiveness with his father (and brother, for that
matter) was just plain bizarre.
At least it meant I had Syd off my back at least through dinner. I
just needed some way to get him occupied for the later evening too, like he
had been the night before.
I noticed Rose coming into the room. That was right, she was a
Cabinet member as well. She didn't even look at me as she passed me. "Hey
Rose," I said.
She looked at me sternly. "If you desire to speak with me, human
dog, you should address me as `Ma'am.'"
I would have rather spit on her, but I needed her to listen to me,
so I pretended to be meek. "Sorry, Ma'am," I said. "I have something to
say about Syd."
She perked up about that and approached me. "Yes?" she asked, in a
quiet tone of voice.
"Well, did you enjoy his visit last night?" I asked.
Her face went red, but she let out a very subtle smile. "Oh, it was
wonderfully intense. I've never slept with anyone in my life with so much
passion. I was a whole new person in his hands."
"I guessed that's what you would say," I said. "All day he's been
going on and on about how last night was the best he's ever had."
Her tiny smile broke free a little more. "Really? He said that
about me?"
"Yes," I told her. "He's been praying you'll call on him again
tonight. If your lovemaking is as hot as it was the last night, he's
thinking of just throwing away those IOUs and just giving you a lifetime
pass."
"Really?" she said, delighted. But then her face turned suspicious.
"Then how come I saw him walking arm in arm with some two-bit tart in her
underwear on my way in?"
I panicked. "Well, you see... that girl hit on him, but he told
her, no one could ever replace Rose, and he was escorting her to Meredith's
to force her to buy a proper dress. He wasn't the least bit interested in
her."
"He'd better not be, or I'll be very, very upset," she said. "So
upset, there's no telling what I might do or who I might go to."
"Oh, I guarantee he only has eyes for you."
"Alright, tell him I'll be cashing in my next coupon tonight," she
told me, then she turned and walked back to the table, taking her seat.
I rejoined Parker. "Jake, I want you to know how thrilled I am that
you won your first rodeo competition," Parker said. "Truth be told, I was
beside myself with anxiety about it yesterday, I couldn't think about
anything else. I called Glaucia as soon as it was over to get the good
news. I'm so exuberantly proud of you."
"Thanks Parker. Look, I would absolutely love it if you could start
training me for the next competitions. Arlene and Ryan were rusty novices,
we won't have that luxury with the other two couples." My thoughts went to
Boyd.
"I'd love to help you, Jake, but I thought you said you'd prefer
Boyd to teach you because you two had some romantic sparks flying?"
My face went hot. "Yeah, Boyd's out of the picture now. I'll tell
you all about it when I get you alone. But that means I'm relying on you
to make sure I have what it takes to win my next two rodeos."
"Sure, want to start meeting in the morning again? Is Cornelius
still letting you out in late morning just as I arranged with him?"
"Yes. Let's make that a daily practice, if you can spare the time."
"Of course I can. Let's start tomorrow. I'd love that."
I winced. "Oh, there's one problem with this. Syd told Glaucia
that he and I would teach her how to ride, as she's flipped out ever since
she learned that she'll have to compete against us with her husband. She
lied and told him she was an expert, when really she knows nothing. I have
no problem teaching her except that Syd uses the fact that she believes Syd
and I to be some super sexual couple as an unholy means of sexually taking
advantage of me in the name of teaching her."
Parker looked very angry. "He always does that in front of her in
the mess hall, or in front of any audience, really. It really bothers me."
"Well he takes it to a new low when we're riding in front of anyone
who still believes us to be a couple, like at her lesson, or at the rodeo
competition. I just frankly can't stand it."
"I'm on it," he said.
The last Cabinet members sat down, including Tucker, who clearly had
been drinking.
Jericho looked at Parker standing there. "As far as I know, you're
not a part of this Cabinet," Jericho barked. "What do you want, Gimpy?"
Parker ignored that bite. "I come with unfortunate news from Fools
Gold, conveyed to me by an old information source I used to use when I was
heavily involved in espionage."
"Yes?" Jericho asked. "What's the news?"
"The drug cartel run out of Guadalajara," he said.
Giggles stood up. "The one I infiltrated a couple years ago. It
took me eight months of being deep undercover before they trusted me, and
only then was I able to eliminate the undercover Mexican agent that had
been tainted by the Valmor Blood." I understood then what Parker and
Giggles must have been discussing on their own.
"Apparently, the cartel is once again at risk. One of the major
players within it has gone rogue, selling out to the Valmors. The source
wasn't sure who it was, but knew it had happened. They're leading the
cartel towards destruction as we speak."
"No," Jericho said. "If that cartel dies, I'll lose my footing in
that whole region. Giggles, you have to go back."
"Yes Daddy."
"You'll need to be deep undercover again," Jericho said. "Leave
first thing tomorrow. These people are criminals, they're suspicious of
everyone. They'll search through everything you have, monitor you at all
times. You're not to make contact with us unless absolutely necessary.
And just in case we have any unwanted ears in this mansion, I don't want
you telling any of us where this cartel is."
"Yes, Daddy," she chirped cheerfully. "Big Horn delivered me to the
cartel last time, he's the only one who knows where they are besides me.
I'll ask him to take me again."
He squinted at me. "Speaking of unwanted ears, why is he here?"
"It's okay, I'll leave," I said, just as I noticed Boyd coming in
the room and joining the meeting late, my anger bubbling over again.
Parker waved goodbye to me as I left the Great Hall. I was hungry,
so I walked over to the mess hall and grabbed a dinner there, trying to
keep my mind off of all the things I had done sexually with Boyd.
After I was done with dinner, I went back up to Syd's room, looking
forward to the rest of the night being spent curled up with one of my
biographies.
I was expecting the room to be empty, so I didn't bother knocking
before letting myself in. That proved to be a huge mistake. Instead of a
vacant apartment, I walked in on Syd and Enid enjoying white- cake dessert
together, enjoying it so much because they were eating it off each other's
bodies.
Syd was naked in bed with Enid. She was on her back with her high
heels in the air, while he was face down on top, his head down between her
thighs. I could see him licking out the cake that had been stuck inside
her, white frosting and a self-satisfied grin all over his face.
"Oh, disgusting!" I said. They looked up at me, but didn't seem to
mind me being there.
"Either step inside or get out, Jakey," Syd said. "Yer making a
draft."
I really wanted to turn around and leave, but I was too concerned.
"What happened to going to her room?"
"Turned out her room had three other women she was sharing with,
none of them particularly attractive," Syd said.
"You guys can't do this here," I said.
"Why not?" Syd asked. "Aw, sweetheart, you getting jealous all of
the sudden?"
"No, absolutely not," I said. "But Rose is. Turns out she's kind
of falling for you. She really didn't like the idea that you were pursuing
Enid at all, so I had to make up some excuse. If she sees you with her
now, who's telling what she'll do."
"Don't worry `bout it, darlin," Syd said. "Our agreement was never
for me to be monogamous with her."
"I don't think she cares, really," I said. "And think about it Syd,
she has all the power. She was insinuating that if you weren't monogamous
with her, she'd tell everyone the truth. So, don't you see? You'll need
to be monogamous with her, just until we end this thing."
"Uh-uh, no way, it's not happening. There's no way in hell I'll
ever be able to stand only screwing someone who kisses like the abominable
snowman."
He put frosting all over his huge, hard dick, first slathering it
all over that giant pink mushroom, then caking the rest of his massive
stalk as well.
"I can' believe you would behave so recklessly," I said. "I
thought you told me you were good at these little games."
"I'm the best there is," he said. "Which is exactly why she'll
believe I've been totally monogamous the entire time, even when I've been
bedding five ladies a day."
There came a knock on the door. Syd and Enid stopped what they were
doing and looked.
"Oh, and I was about to tell you," I whispered. "Rose is using
another one of her IOUs tonight."
"Who is it?" Syd yelled.
"Just your dream lover!"
"Damn!" Syd swore under his breath. "Okay, Rosie darling, just give
me a second, the door's locked."
"Hurry!"
"Just sneak me out the back door," Enid whispered.
"There is no back door!"
"Goddamnit," Syd whispered. "Jake, take Enid into the bathroom."
"Come on, Enid," I whispered, helping the drunk girl to her feet.
"But I thought I was gonna get screwed tonight?" she slurred,
thankfully keeping her voice down.
"Hey, yer not the only one that's missing out, darlin,'" Syd said,
helping me push her towards the door. "Nothin' I hate worse than havin' to
quit in the middle of some good sexin' without getting my rocks off."
Syd helped prop Enid up on the toilet lid. "How long do you expect
me to wait in here?" she asked.
"Until I fuck Rose and she leaves."
"So, do you happen to suffer from sever premature ejaculation?" she
asked.
"Hell no," he said. "I can go all night long, baby."
"Well then, it sounds like you're expecting us to stay in the
bathroom for at least an hour. That's not gonna happen. You'd better make
it snappy or I'm just gonna walk out."
"Look, I'll give you two a signal," Syd said. "When I say,
`giddy-up, Rosie,' that's yer cue to sneak very quietly out of the room,
okay? I'll make sure her eyes are turned."
"You'd better be doing something to stop her ears from working too,"
I said.
"Syd, what's the hold up?" Rose yelled.
Syd shut the bathroom door.
"I feel kinda sick," Enid slurred, clearly way beyond her alcohol
limit.
"Shh!" I said.
"Here ya go darlin,' come on in," Syd said, and I could hear the
front door open.
"Whoa, how come you're naked?" Rose asked.
"I just tore off my clothes for you, baby," he said.
"And you're already totally firm?" she asked.
"What can I say? I've been dreaming about you all evening, Rose.
You've made me so horny for you."
"Oh, so am I," she said.
I heard the door shut, and then I heard them kissing.
"Mmm, you taste like alcohol," she said. "You haven't been
drinking, have you? You know I like all your attention on me."
"No way, darling. I'm as sober as a bone."
"Then how come there's half-drunken beer bottles all over the room?"
she asked suspiciously.
I looked at Enid. "Those are mine," she mouthed.
"Jake was just here," Syd said. "That guy has a huge drinking
problem, let me tell you. Worse than Tucker, in fact."
I rolled my eyes.
"The human's not coming back here, is he?" she asked with disgust.
"No, darlin,' we have the room to ourselves."
"Wait a second, why is there white stuff all over your penis?"
I gave Enid an angry glance, and she shrugged.
"Well, darlin,' `cause I just slathered frosting on it for your
personal enjoyment," he said. "You'll just have to lick it clean."
"Whoa, I've never licked a man's genitals before."
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
"Are you sure that's not going to make me sick? You've bathed in
the past couple hours, right?"
"Damn right I have," Syd lied."
"Well, I guess it won't kill me."
"That's it, sweetheart."
I could hear slurping sounds, and then she said, "Mmm. Uh oh, I got
frosting all over my face. Let me just use your bathroom to wash it off."
I could hear her steps coming towards the bathroom, and I started to
freak out.
"Lock the door!" Enid mouthed.
I quickly looked down at the handle, trying to figure out how to
lock it before remembering that this door didn't have a lock.
Right before I heard her fast footsteps reach the door, I heard
Syd's heavier footsteps run against the door, obviously blocking her.
"What are you doing, Syd?"
"Don't wash it off," he said. "Why waste it, when you have a
strapping, naked man with you who is dying to lick it off your skin?"
"Oh, really?"
"Oh yes," he said, and I could hear the sounds of licking.
She laughed. "Ha ha, that tickles."
"There ya go, all clean."
"Actually, I got some up my nose," she said. "Let me just wash it
off."
"Oh, uh, I can lick that up too," Syd said, and I cringed.
"You want to lick the frosting that's up my nostrils?" she asked
him, a little put off.
"Yeah, I'm totally turned on by your sexy lady nostrils,
sweetheart."
"I'm sorry, that's just a bit too weird for me. I'm going into the
bathroom."
"No, it's--"
I could see the doorknob start to turn, and I panicked, figuring our
game was up. In one last ditch effort to hold on, I grabbed the doorknob
and pulled the door as hard as I could towards me.
I could feel her trying to pull the door open from the other side,
but I was stronger.
"The door's locked," she said.
"That's what I was tryin' to tell ya," he said. "Jakey was stupid
enough to lock it from the inside and shut it on the outside. And there
ain't no lock to open it, neither. We're having he locksmith come first
thing tomorrow."
"Wow, that human is even stupider than I first thought," Rose said.
"Given his drinking problem, he probably made that mistake when he was
inebriated."
"Darlin,' he does EVERYTHING inebriated."
I fumed. How come Syd's lies always had to involve something
ridiculous on my behalf?
"You can wash up in the bathtub," Syd said, turning the bathwater
on. I noticed the water was making a lot of noise.
"There," she said after a moment, and turned the water off.
"Why not leave it on?" he asked her. "I'd love to bathe every part
of you."
"Whoa, let's not get too crazy," she said. "I've never done that
before with anyone. You seem to have a wide sexual repertoire, Syd, but I
really just like nothing more exciting than some missionary position,
traditional sex. Lying down, in bed."
"That sounds, um, great," he said. "I love that too. We'll do it
just like last night."
"Remember, just like last night, I don't want you to enter me at any
time, because you're much too endowed for that. Just rub yourself against
me. Nothing's hotter than that, right?"
"That's the hottest, darlin,'" he forced himself to say. "Like I
told you, I hate being on the inside of someone. It feels so stuffy and
cramped. Let me help you out of those clothes."
Right then, I saw Enid slump off the toilet seat and lift the lid
up, making a loud "clang" as she did. I was so angry at her, but she stuck
her face into the toilet, looking like she might need to throw up.
"Wait, did you hear something?" Rose asked. "A banging?"
"No, I don't think so," Syd said. "Come here and kiss me again."
Enid's drunk forehead slammed against the porcelain tank part of the
toilet, hitting the doorknob with another loud noise.
"There it was again," Rose said.
"Oh, that," Syd said. "Don't worry about that, sweet thing. These
walls are thin, and one of my neighbors has been doing construction in
their room."
"Even at this time of night?" she asked.
"Yes, all the time. You know what? What I'd really love? Some
really nice lovemaking music," he said.
"Music?" she questioned. "If you're suggesting bringing the band in
here while we have sex, you can forget it."
"No," he said. "Remember how you said before you were willing to
learn how to be like a modern woman for me?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well, this is part of that. Do you know anything about modern
music?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, modern folks have machines that play songs for them. They
love to make love while playing their romantic, sexy music."
"But you don't have any sound machine in here," she said.
"No, but ya know what? I think I can find a song on my cell phone
and play it that way." I heard him grabbing his phone and looking through
it. I had never heard Syd play any music on his phone before and I
wondered if he really knew he had it. "Ah yes, there's some music," he
said.
`All of the sudden, his Pacman ringtone came on, and I figured he
had made a mistake.
"That's the music modern people find romantic?" she asked, dubious.
"Yeah," said Syd, turning it up. It sounded horridly annoying.
"This song gets modern couples going like no other."
"Well, it certainly sounds futuristic," she said.
Right then, Enid started to vomit into the toilet, making a lot of
sick, disturbing sounds, and I cringed, thinking she would be heard. But
the sound of the phone must have masked the noise, because Rose never said
anything about it. The smell of Enid's beer vomit was making me feel sick
myself.
"You know what, there's one more thing I want you to try," Syd said
to her. "Something that modern ladies love to do before the missionary
position."
"What's that?" she asked.
"They call it, giving head."
"How does that work?" she asked.
"Well, I'll stand up here against the headboard, and you kneel in
front of me."
"Like this?"
"Perfect."
"Are you sure it's something I'll like more than you?"
"Of course, it's not something that will float my boat at all. Now,
open yer mouth, and I'm gonna slip inside you."
"Like this?" she asked, her voice sounding like she had something
large in her mouth.
"Yes, just like that. Giddy-up, Rosie."
That was supposed to be our signal. "We have to go!" I whispered to
Enid.
"Ugggh," she said, vomiting up some more beer. There was no way she
was moving.
"What am I supposed to be doing, exactly?" Rose asked. "Just
opening my mouth while you lay yourself in me?"
"Well, sometimes the women like to give a little motion. Bob back
and forth, or let the man hold their heads while they thrust a bit. Here,
I'll show you."
"Hmm," she said.
"That's it, giddy-up, Rosie," Syd said, this time more loudly. I
looked at Enid, but she was still vomiting.
"God, PLEASE stop saying that," she said. "I am not a horse, Syd."
"What, you mean when I said `GIDDY-UP ROSIE?'" Syd yelled.
"Yes, don't say that again."
"Okay, I won't ever say `GIDDY-UP ROSIE' again."
I opened the bathroom door quietly. There was Syd, standing with
his back against the headboard on the bed, Rose in front of him, her mouth
just barely containing Syd's fat dickhead.
He made eye contact with me, his eyes looking urgent, as he motioned
them towards the door. I shook my head in response, and opened the door
all the way, showing him Enid hunched over the toilet. He nodded, and I
shut the door.
"You know, this doesn't seem to be doing much for me," she said.
"What exactly is supposed to be enjoyable about this?"
"Just keep trying," he said.
"No, it hurts my mouth," she said.
"Well, how about if you just lick, and not put it in your mouth,
darlin?'"
"Okay."
"Kay, I'm done," said Enid, and she moved to hit the flusher.
"Don't flush!" I said. "Try to be as quiet as possible when we walk
out of here."
"Aye aye, captain," she said, saluting me.
"Where are your underpants?" I asked her.
"You mean they're not on me? It's so hard to tell with those tiny
things."
"Well, you can't go out like that," I said. "Here, put this bath
towel around your waist."
"Yup."
"And where is your left shoe?" I asked.
"Guess it's gone. Oops."
"Well, take off that shoe and hold it. You'll make too much noise
walking through otherwise."
Once she had done that, I opened the bathroom door and made sure the
coast was clear. Syd was still keeping Rose with her back to us, and he
gave me the go ahead through his eye contact. I grabbed Enid, shut the
bathroom door after we exited it, and tiptoed across the room towards the
door.
"You know what Syd, I've decided, I don't like doing this giving
head business at all. My tongue has never been so tired and dried out.
I'm done." She started to turn around, right towards Enid and me. I
froze.
Syd turned her head back towards him, slumped down on the wall until
her was at her level, and moved his face towards her. "I never really
liked any of that oral stuff either, really," he said. "Please, just kiss
me."
Luckily, she opened her mouth and started to kiss him, as stiff and
painful as her kisses looked. That was all we needed, I opened the door
quietly, pushed Enid outside, and shut the door very gently.
"Here, I'll help you to your room," I said.
"Oh, please," she said. "Now that I upchucked, I'm fine. Tell Syd
he owes me some banging, and I'll be here to collect tomorrow."
She walked off, leaving me alone in the hallway. I sat down outside
Syd's apartment, wondering where I should spend the next couple of hours.
Just then, Glaucia happened by with Lewis holding her hand. "Hey
stranger," she said. "We were just heading for bed, weren't we, Lewis?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why are you sitting outside your place?" she asked. "You're not in
the doghouse, are you? With Syd? Please tell me you two lovebirds didn't
have a fight."
"No, no, nothing like that," I said. "It's just that, well,
um... he's smoking in there, and I don't really like the smell of smoke, so
I'm just sitting out here until he's done."
"Oh," said Glaucia. "Hey, I had a long talk with Parker. I
explained everything that I told you and Syd about riding, and the sweetie
offered to train me himself from now on! Guess you and Syd are off the
hook. And in case anyone sees us, it'll look better if Parker is coaching
me instead of the people who are supposed to be my competitors."
"Oh, and Parker's really the one who knows the rodeo best," I said,
so thankful that he had talked to her about that.
"And one more thing. Parker told me exactly about the wager you and
Jericho made over our competition. Honey, I had no idea this was about
your family, and I'm truly sickened about the whole thing. Makes me feel
like ass, excuse my language, Lewis, to be begging you to help me get
better for my own sake when you are competing for the sake of your poor
family." She put her hand to her mouth and it looked like she was about
ready to cry.
"Glaucia, please, don't worry about it."
"Thank you so much for not getting mad with me. But Parker and I
worked out a great plan. A way we all can get what we want. He'll train
me to compete so I can fool Jericho into believing that I was always a
skilled rider. And then on the day of the competition, everyone will be
impressed with how good I look. But the truth is, though I'll be good,
I'll always just barely lose my events to you. Which means you have to be
even better then me, Jake. You have to be really good. But I'll make sure
you win that match, no matter what." She smiled big, and I was absolutely
ecstatic hearing this. And I knew I had her as well as Parker to thank.
"Glaucia, that means so, so much to me. Thank you."
"I'd do anything for family," she said. "And family of family is
family too. So of course I'd do everything I can do help save them."
She hugged me, and I was very touched.
"Come on, Lewis, let's get to bed."
The two of them walked down the hall, and I sat back down against
the wall. That's when I heard Rose's terrified scream. Concerned, I ran
up and put my ear to the door.
"WHAT is that under the bed?" Rose asked
"I don't see anything," Syd said.
"Oh, disgusting. That's a used contraceptive!" I remembered now
about Syd's condom that I had kicked under the bed earlier in order to keep
Lewis from seeing it.
Syd, please tell me your total lack of normal hygiene is not the
reason for me being reported to Jericho and executed.
"Oh my lord, what is that doing there?" Syd asked. "Oh, I know.
That's Jake's." I was instantly angry.
"Jake's?" she asked.
"Yes, he's always carelessly leaving his used condoms in the bed
after all the hotties he bangs," Syd said. "He's disgusting. A sex
addict, really. Just sleeps with them, and then throws his condoms all
over the place like this whole room was his own personal garbage can."
"I thought you said he only liked men sexually?" she said. "Isn't
that part of the deal with his gene?"
"Yes, yer right," Syd. "When I said "hotties' just then, I meant
male hotties, of course. Loves to have them screw his butt silly. And the
men line up for it most of the time, sometimes dozens of them. And he'll
screw them all even if it takes all day, sometimes taking two or three of
them up inside him simultaneously. I tell ya. It's just gross, having to
bunk here under these conditions."
I was so angry with him. What other lies had he told random people
about me that I didn't know about?
"I can understand why," Rose said. "Between the whoring and the
drinking, I wouldn't stand for it. If he was my human, I'd keep him
chained up."
They started kissing again, and Rose started making sexual noises,
and I heard the bed creaking.
After a couple minutes, she yelled, "What is this?!"
"What's what?" asked Syd, out of breath.
"This ladies black thong I just rolled my face into. Whose is that,
huh? One of your friends?" she seemed furious, and I realized where Enid's
underwear had gone off to.
"No, no, no," Syd said. "It's not like that. That's from Jake's
conquests."
"I thought he just slept with men?" she asked.
"Yes, but he himself wears those," Syd said. "He has a fetish for
wearing ladies underwear."
"That is so bizarre," she said.
"I know," Syd said. "Whenever you've seen him wearing his city-boy
pants or shorts? He's been wearing panties underneath every single time."
Again, I was so annoyed.
"Here, let me throw it aside, and then we can resume where we left
off."
"No, uh-uh. I'm not ever touching this bed again, not after I knew
that your human dog had all sorts of disgusting sex in it."
"So, should we call it a night then?" Syd asked, clearly hoping for
that option.
"No, I'm not nearly done with you. You're coming with me, to my
room for the night. Let me put my clothes back on."
I could hear her start to get dressed.
"Let me wash the rest of this frosting off real quick," Syd said,
and I heard him open a door.
Syd, please tell me you can't be that moronic.
"Syd, what did you just do?!" Rose yelled.
"What?"
"When I tried that door, it was locked shut! You just opened it."
"Oh, yeah, right, guess I did," he said. "Ya know what? I just
done and broke the door open. Guess I don't know my own vampiric strength
sometimes."
"You'd better not be that clumsy with me in bed," she said.
"No, no, I won't." I heard the bathroom sink turn on and then the
toilet flush.
"Hey, what's this high heeled shoe doing over here?" asked Rose
angrily, suspicious, and I knew when Enid's shoe had gotten off to.
"Oh, that?" Syd asked. "Jake's again. He likes to put those one
when he gets rammed. Says it makes him feel all pretty. I don't get it at
all, if you ask me."
"Come on, let's get out of here before this perverted pig comes
back," Rose said.
I ran away from the door and around the corner of the hallway. I
heard the door open and shut, heard them carrying on as they walked towards
wherever her room was.
I walked back into Syd's room and shut the door behind me, thankful
that I would have the rest of the night to myself. I read for more than an
hour, got ready for bed, changing into pajama bottoms and a t- shirt
because it was colder than normal in his room. I said a prayer, and fell
asleep on the settee.
*****
"Wake up."
I blearily blinked open my eyes, yawning. The room had light in it,
was it morning? No, I realized, it was just the bathroom light on. The
bathroom door was open, spilling its light into the dark room.
I propped my head up off the settee and looked towards the bathroom.
There in front of the bathroom door, illuminated in the bathroom's warm
light, was the bathtub, like it always was. Only now I could see it was
filled up not just with water, but with a person.
I saw that Syd was laying in the bathtub, wearing nothing but his
cowboy hat and his boots, his head lounging against the back of the tub,
looking very relaxed. He had his legs spread wide and hanging over the
sides of the tub, the porcelain supporting the back of his knees, and his
boots clanking lazily on the outside of the tub. His huge, flaccid dick
was floating on the surface of the bathwater between his legs. He had a
cigarette in his mouth. What was he doing up so early? I didn't care.
I turned my head back down to go to sleep.
"Wake up, Jakey," he said.
"Syd, do you know what time it is?" I asked.
"Time for you to pay yer dues," he said. "What, surprised I
remembered? I never forget a debt owed."
I knew exactly what he meant. "Nope, too late, Syd. Sorry. It's
morning, and that payment offer expired at midnight last night."
"Actually, Jakey, the time is eleven thirty. Still plenty of time
for you to pay up."
I realized he was not having his morning bath, he was in his
post-coitus soak
I raised my head. "Shouldn't you be spending the night at Rose's?"
"I cut out early to be with you, isn't that sweet?" he asked.
"You're not upset that I ruined your all too obvious plans today? The ones
designed to keep you from paying what is rightfully mine?"
I groaned, not bothering to deny the truth. "Syd, you obviously
just climaxed with Rose, and I know from the used condom I found on the
floor earlier that it was your second time that day. You couldn't possibly
have any steam left over for little old me tonight."
"Oh, don'tcha worry about that, Jakey. I was fantasizing about you
the whole time I was screwing Rose, and to tell you the truth, I didn't
climax with her. She did, and she thought I did too. But guess what,
Jakey? I faked it. Since I had my condom on the whole time, she was none
the wiser."
"Uhhh, come on," I said.
"And, `cause I knew I'd be drinking your sweet, sweet blood tonight,
I haven't bothered to feed yet today Which means, I need you tonight, most
literally. And right now, I want you join me in this warm bathtub."
"Ohh, alright," I said, jumping off the settee and throwing my
pillow down angrily. "Let me take off my pajamas."
"Nuh-uh."
"What do you mean, `nuh-uh?'"
"I mean, I want you to get in the tub with me as is."
"With my pajamas on? They'll get soaked!"
"I don't care," he said. "And it's my choice, ain't it? That's
part of our agreement."
"Fine. But are you sure you don't want me to change into my nicest
suit before I just in the water, shoes and all?"
"Sounds like fun, but I don't want to wait any longer." He put out
his cigarette in the bathwater, then flicked it onto the floor.
I walked up to the bathtub, and he tilted his cowboy hat up so he
could keep his green eyes locked with mine. He half-mindedly played with
his soft dick.
"Crawl right on top of me, Jakey," he said.
I sighed, annoyed that I was going to have to get my pjs wet, then
carefully lowered myself facedown on top of him, one of each of my hands
holding onto the porcelain sides of the white tub, trying to keep my shirt
dry.
"I don't think so," he said, wrapping those muscled arms around my
back suddenly and pulling me into the water, pressed against his naked, wet
body.
The front of my clothes became covered with warm water quickly, and
I gasped. He moved his wet hands behind my head and forced it towards his,
my mouth pushing against his lips. I felt him lick my lips eagerly, then
he opened his tongue invaded my mouth, attacking it lustfully.
His hands moved up and down the shirt on my back, rubbing my body
furiously. Finally, they settled on my pajama-covered buttcheeks. I felt
his legs encircle my body, his boots hitting my legs. His feet pushed my
lower body harder and harder against him, more and more water covering my
pajamas.
Once my butt was soaked, he rubbed those wet pjs even harder with
his hands, not just massaging my cheeks, but moving his hands up and down
my crack as well.
He grabbed my hands, which had been sitting lifelessly by my sides,
and moved them down to the bottom of the tub, on his wet, sculpted back.
It was clear he wanted me to be as into the sex as he was, and I tried to
at least fake it, digging my fingers into his lats.
His hands left mine and went back to my wet t-shirt. After a minute
of him massaging me there, he suddenly ripped through the fabric with his
shockingly strong hands.
"Hey!" I said, breaking our kiss. "Couldn't you just have pulled it
off?"
"Ripping it off is way hotter," he said, ripping the fabric totally
off my upper body. "Now, I want yer hot mouth on my body, Jakey."
He pushed my whole body down towards the foot of the tub until my
mouth was lined up with his wet, soapy neck, thickly muscled and veiney. I
knew what he wanted from me, and licked him there. He pushed my body down
some more, and I licked his upper right chest, then the tight cleft between
his pecs, his matted blonde fur scratching my tongue.
He pushed me down some more, and my mouth was lined up over his
perfect right nipple, the hard pink flesh covered with white suds. I
lowered my mouth and started to lick that morsel. He pushed my face to his
left side, and I sucked on that nipple as well.
He slid my wet body down his own some more until my face was right
on his glistening abs, and I licked around the contours of his washboard,
teasing his treasure trail with my lips. He had been leaning up a bit in
the tub, putting his upper body out of the water. The waterline was just
on his pubes, and he pushed my head down onto his wet, blonde bush, and I
licked away at it with my tongue.
"Time to get yer sweet mouth on that big Texas dick, Jakey," he
cooed, pushing my head down onto his floating soft dick.
I started to lick his sudsy monster penis, thankful that I knew it
was at least clean. I licked around the base, and then, with my right hand
holding it in front of my mouth, licking all the way up to his pink
mushroom head.
"Stick it in yer pretty mouth, darlin," he said to me.
I took his huge dickcap in my mouth, licking the morsel.
"Yeah, that's it," he said, looking intensely into my eyes.
His eager hands grabbed my head and pushed it down farther on his
dick, until I had most of his soft penis n my mouth and throat. I felt
blood pump through that huge rod, and I knew what was coming. His dick
quickly hardened and grew straight as a telephone pole, and I suddenly got
scared the thing would choke me. I pulled out down to just the dickhead,
which was now pointing straight up from the bathwater right into my face.
Glancing up at his face, I could see his huge fangs were out;
clearly he was hugely turned on by my actions.
He put his hands behind his head with a pleasurable sigh, and once
he did, the undersides of his bare upper arms were in my view. The pose
showed off those huge flexed tris on the outside of his arms, and those
strained, veiny bis hitting the sides of his head. I could see those
round, muscled shoulders from underneath behind the arms, as wet and
glistening as the rest of him. His matted, straight blonde pit hairs stuck
out from those pits that were surrounded by muscle. With his arms up like
that, his chest was particularly flexed, still covered with suds, and so
were those abs framed by his obliques.
Of course, once he had his hands behind his head, there was nothing
holding my head down on his member, so I pulled my head back off of him,
letting his dick slide out of my mouth, and using the respite to catch my
breath.
He raised an eyebrow and looked down at me questioningly. "You'd
better not think yer done with the suck job so soon, Jakey." He thrust
towards me, clearly wanting me to resume.
I still needed to catch my breath, but I was sure that excuse
wouldn't work on him, so I came up with one better: "I'm just taking the
opportunity to admire your perfect hard dick, Syd," I moaned.
He flashed his pearly whites, grinning smugly. "Well, I guess I
can't blame you for yer need to worship the biggest, hottest penis you'll
ever fuckin' meet. I should be more sensitive to yer needs, sorry.
Shoulda realized it must be torture for you to have me get hard all the way
down yer throat like that, without you ever being able to see the thing in
its absolute full glory. Go ahead and take a gander, Jakey. But don't
ever accuse me of not putting yer needs first."
I couldn't possibly summon up the complete level of BS that would be
needed to agree with his comments, so I sagely stayed quiet. But I knew
the break I was having from having my gullet stuffed with his huge rod was
only bought with the pretense that I was loving his penis with my eyes, and
I was ever conscious of his haughty eyes looking down at me, so I did was I
was expected to.
I looked down at where that sandy treasure trail blended in with his
pubes, looking lighter in color than ever due to the large amount soapy
suds mixed into them. Beneath that, it really was incredible how totally
hard Syd's dick was, jutting out ninety degrees from his body. It was hard
to believe it was actually blood and flesh inside that veiny, skin covered
tube; it looked to me like steel. The color of the massive shaft was the
same tan shade of his body, yet on the top his beautiful mushroom tip were
as tan-pink as his beautiful nipples. Somehow his head was even bigger in
girth that his thick shaft, and the huge volcano was oozing white lava all
over it.
He thrust his hips towards me, those V-muscles flexing, as he
slapped his huge head against my lips. As he did, all the precum splashed
onto my face. Hot liquid hit my cheeks and nose, some landing in my mouth,
with my tongue sparking from the manly saltiness of the flavor.
"Mmm, you like that sweet Syd seed, doncha? Why doncha get yerself
a good taste of the source of all that hot Syd batter? That's right, my
fucking nuts. I want `em in yer lovin' mouth, Jakey."
Syd moved his dick up my face, drawing a line of precum as he went,
until his pendulous balls were right in front of me. I couldn't believe
how big they were up close, two huge, lemon sized nuts, covered with
wrinkled skin. Even though his rod was totally hard and ready for sex, his
balls still hung low. They were dipping white suds from the bathwater.
I already knew I couldn't get my mouth around both nuts at once, so
I didn't even try. I just started licking the right ball, fascinated by
how different this skin felt against my tongue than the skin of his shaft.
I used my hand to help guide the huge ball into my mouth, licking
away at the scrotum.
"Yeah, that's it," he said. "Devour those sperm factories."
Without even using his hands, he slapped his steel rod onto my face
and head over an over again, clearly excited by my attention.
"Left one needs some love now, Jakey," he said.
I let his right ball fall out of my mouth and took the left one in.
After a minute of him groaning, he said, "Time to work yer sweet
mouth back up to my dick."
I noticed he didn't actually mention me sucking his dick again, and
I hoped I could avoid it this time. I kept my right hand fondling his huge
balls while I started to lick up the underside of his shaft, worshiping
that huge tube he had on the underside of his dick.
When I finally got to underside of his dickhead, I licked up the
cleft of his mushroom head, my tongue catching more precum that had been
oozing down. I stuck my tongue out and licked his dickhead like a
lollipop, sucking up his salty juice, hoping that would suffice. I grabbed
the top of the veiny shaft in my grip just beneath his head and stroked
him, hoping to get him off without being choked by him.
"Uhh, yeah, squeeze my manmeat, darlin,'" he groaned.
But then he forced his huge dickhead back in my mouth, more salty
precum oozing onto my tongue. I kept my hand on his dick, hoping he
wouldn't make me go any deeper, keeping my other hand on his balls.
Syd was enjoying himself, bucking his hips back and forth with my
administrations, but then I felt his hands push my head down father on his
dick, and I knew I wasn't going to get away that easily after all. I
concentrated on opening up my jaw to allow that huge thing in.
It seemed like the farther he forced his way down onto me, the more
excited he got. By the time only three or so inches remained, he was
absolutely groaning.
"Whatever I do, you'd better keep that sweet mouth locked onto my
rod."
I wasn't sure what he meant, and then I felt his reach forward and
grab my back with his big arms. He spun my body around so instead of lying
on my stomach, I was sprawled out with my back supported by the foot of the
bathtub. He laid his hands on my chest and sat up.
"Keep that magic tongue workin,' sweetheart."
Egged on, I licked away at his bloated cockhead, tasting all the
edges, then lapping away at his piss slit.
"Yeah, that's it," he growled, and more precum came oozing out of
him onto my tongue.
He started to plunge in and out of me again, holding onto my chest
to anchor me down as he pumped. His assaults turned more and more
ferocious, with me feeling like I would choke each time he slammed himself
into me. He pulled me towards him until my nose was forced right between
his huge nuts, his scrotum tickling me. I felt his wet pubes against my
chin. I put my hands around his taut upper thighs to keep myself steady.
After a couple minutes of that, he said, "You'd better keep yer
mouth on my dick again, darlin.'"
I was surprised when he started to lift me, but I listened to what
he said, and concentrated only on keeping my mouth on his dick.
He pulled my body up into his arms until my upper body was
perpendicular to the floor. Because his torso was at a slight lean, he
sprawled out my body over his torso, my legs dangling up in the air. I
wrapped my hands around his waist and held onto his strong hip muscles for
support, clasping them behind his body. At the same time he had lifted me
up, I felt his wet armpit hairs tickling the back of my thighs as he used
his strong arms to pin my knees to my chest, leaving my butt hanging up in
the air in front of his face.
Instantly, I felt his tongue hit my sensitive perineum just south of
my balls, and he licked his way up my crack towards my hole. Before he got
there, he lifted off and moved his tongue to my upper tailbone. He licked
his way back down my crack towards my hole, but this time before he reached
it, he started licking a wide circle a couple inches in diameter around it.
"Wow, are ya sure you don't wanna get fucked, just a little? Wait a
hot sec, what am I sayin?' With my huge-ass cock involved, ain't no such
thing as a little fuck. But still, yer hole is just beggin' for my dick,
Jakey."
"Yes, I'm sure I don't want to, and it's not part of our deal, so
just forget about it."
He sighed unhappily. "It's damn hard to forget about when this
world class ass is always around me, tempting me. Hey, Jakey, I know, ya
want me to make ya a vampire?"
"What? No! I hate blood. I'd sooner die."
"Hey, it ain't so bad, bein' a blood sucker. I absolutely love it.
And yer sex life will at least triple. `Course, yer not a top, but
there'll be plenty of new human men out there who'll want to fuck yer
vampire ass. Only thing is, I ain't sure `bout the blood. I think that
magic blood ya have right now will go away. But you still got AB negative
blood, which means vampire tops like me are gonna be all over you, so don't
ya worry `bout that."
"I don't even care about that," I said. "Why do you want to turn me
all of the sudden?"
"'Cause the process is fuckin' unbelievably hot," he said, and
licked around my rim again.
"What does that mean? I thought it was just a matter of you
drinking my blood, and then feeding it back to me?"
"There's more to it than blood in, blood out, Jakey. The vampire
needs to be fuckin' in order to do it. That means in order for me to turn
you, ya gotta give up this hole to me."
"But I saw Giggles turn Tucker. He was inside her."
"Yup, for fanged girls, they usually need to be penetrated by the
male in order for it to work. Same is true for bottom guys like you. If I
turned ya, and you wanted to turn another sometime in the future, this
would require you to bottom for them."
"Are any of the vampires men I know here bottoms?"
"Not that I know of," Syd said. "Bottoms are a rare breed among
vampires, just as rare as special females. Both are highly valued by their
Bloods because you need one to turn a straight male or a top. That's why
Jericho has Giggles and Arlene turn most of the male vampires. If ya let
me turn you, Jakey, you'd be one of the few bottoms in a world full of
tops. They'd be all over you."
"I absolutely don't want to be a vampire," I said. "Especially not
if it means having to be topped by you or by anyone else."
"Well, ya better not let any lesser fuckin' vampire, like Boyd or
someone, try to turn ya. You'd for sure end up dead."
"Why is that? Because they wouldn't be able to stop sucking my
blood in order to feed me their own?"
"Well, maybe. But what I meant was, well, I already said that the
vampire who is turning the person needs to be attracted to them. You
wouldn't have any problem there. But the other part is, the human that is
gonna be turned needs to be just as attracted to them, if not more so.
Hell, some of the weak, mushy ones even need to have feelings for the
vampires. But all of them at the very least need to be fuckin' attracted
to the vamps, need to fuckin' desire and want the sex they are having. Or
they won't accept the transformation, and they'll die. That's why no
vampire can force any human to turn."
"And why in the Heavens would you think that I would ever desire you
to top me, in order to make the turn successful?"
"Come on, Jakey. We both know you been beggin' to be fucked by me
ever since you laid eyes on me in Lake Tahoe."
"Ha. Like I said, I'd sooner die then let you top me and turn me at
the same time."
"You say one thing, Jakey," he said. "But your hole says a
different story. What that dangerously pretty ass is begging for is my big
huge cock. It's a damn shame I ain't gonna make its dreams come true.
It'll have to make do with my tongue."
I felt his stubble scratch my buttcheeks, then I felt his tongue
start to drill hungrily into my butt.
"Lordy, you taste sinfully good," he moaned.
His mouth gave my hole a relentless attack, throwing gentleness to
the wind and instead preferring to use his tongue to mimic his dick,
fucking me with the thing for what seemed like eternity, all the while
squeezing my back with his strong hands.
I thought that he only intended to give me oral, but I was seriously
wrong. While his tongue remained inside my hole, I felt his fangs poke me,
one just to the left of my anus and the other just to the right. I figured
he was just teasing me; he couldn't possibly bite me THERE, could he?
But then I felt pain as the two pinpricks pushed into my skin, and I
tensed up, shocked. Just like always, almost as soon as the pain began, it
turned into a huge overflowing pleasure, and I realized, yes, he could bite
me there.
With his tongue still inside me, I could feel him start to suck the
blood into his mouth, only this time, he didn't have direct access to my
jugular, resulting in much less blood flow than normal. This would take
him much longer to satiate himself, I realized, and I knew he wouldn't be
complaining.
The blood was getting him so excited, he reached down and grabbed
the back of my head with his right hand, pushing me down on his dick. I
felt his huge member disappear entirely into my throat, feeling like I was
about to choke, but somehow kept it contained. My chin nestled his wet
pubes, and my nose buried itself in his manly scented scrotum.
"Yeah, it's so fuckin' hot seeing you take every last one of my
billion inches, Jakey!" He murmured, then returned to the sucking.
Holy crap, him biting my butt felt so, so good. Just like anytime a
vampire bit me, insane amount of pleasure pulsed throughout my entire body,
but this time, the largest amount was localized around my butt, turning
what had been a pleasant licking of my hole into something of utmost sexual
pleasure. I actually briefly wished there was something else of bigger
size to stick inside me, that's how good it all felt.
He used his hands to pull my head back until just his mushroom tip
was barely in my mouth. Then he pushed my head back down to his crotch,
then pulled it back again. All of this motion was rubbing my rock hard
dick up and down in the cleft of his wet, hairy chest.
Finally, he used his hands to lock my head in place and started to
fuck my face. His groaning became feverish, and I grabbed onto his bubble
butt as he plunged into me, feeling it constrict and relax with every one
of his vigorous strokes.
He was so turned on, I could taste his precum just oozing into my
mouth, bathing my senses with its sweet smoothness.
"Yer gonna have my hot seed flowing out of yer ears, Jakey!" he
yelled, then returned hungrily back to my butt.
A scalding surge of sticky, salty cum shot into my mouth, then was
soon followed by a second surge. That did the trick: the pleasure I was
getting from the bite combined with his muscled pecs rubbing against my
dick sent me over the edge, and I started to shoot on his chest.
His tidal cum flooded my mouth and dripped onto my nose, eyes, and
forehead. I tried desperately to swallow it as fast as I could. I felt
him lick my wounds shut as he locked my head onto his dick until the last
drop was in my mouth.
"Damn Jakey, that was fucking hot!" he said as he put me down on the
ground and sat down in the tub again. "How `bout we take a bath together?"
"Nope," I said, getting out of the tub and drying off. "I'm going
back to bed, as soon as I brush my teeth."
"Aww, don't ya want the flavor of my sweet cum to stay with ya
forever?" he asked.
"Nope," I said. "I want it off me."