The Russian did not smile. His face was lean, and his cheeks were hollow with short blonde stubble, his lips thin and firm. When he turned to leave, Lyle watched him go with his heart pounding in his chest. Alone, he lay back on the bed and wept. Exhausted, with no more tears to shed, Lyle passed into deep sleep.
When he woke up, he started thinking. He and Alex were in a very bad predicament. Their only hope lay with Alex’s cop friend. But what could Baine Tenbrook do? They were headed into the middle of the ocean on a journey to who knew where. The only way out of this mess was to do everything he was told. Fighting would only bring pain and suffering down on him. He had to tolerate whatever was dealt out and hope for a savior to come.
The door opened, and his blonde guard entered and shut it behind him. “Shower, slave,” he ordered. “My name is Nicholas. Soon you will know me very well, I think.”
Lyle turned on the hot water, stripped and climbed into the shower. When he looked back to see what his guard was doing, he was shocked to see him naked and pushing his way into the tiny bathroom.
He handed Lyle a coarse washcloth. “Wash yourself, slave, for my pleasure.”
Lyle soaped up the cloth and ran it over his body. Nicholas took it from him, dropped it on the floor, soaped up his hands, and stepped in with him. There was very little room. Body to body, Nicholas rubbed the soap over Lyle, lifting his ball sack and dick, rubbing soapy hands over his buttocks and down his legs. Unable to help himself, the sensations had Lyle hard as a rock within seconds.
Nicholas quickly found Lyle’s erection, pushed the skin down hard, found the tip and pinched the tiny lips around his outlet together. “I see you are aroused by my presence, slave.”
Nicholas soaped Lyle’s organ. Working the sudsy head with expert precision, Lyle was groaning in seconds. He tried to touch Nicholas and was sharply rebuffed.
“Do not presume to touch a master, slave. Do as you are told.” The caressing hand on his penis was removed. “Rinse yourself and get out.”
Nicholas led Lyle into the tiny room and pushed him toward the bed. “On your face, slave.”
Lyle lay face down on the bed. Without warning, Nicholas grabbed him and tossed him to the floor. “Kneel and put your face on the bed.”
Lyle buried his face in the blanket, his buttocks naked and vulnerable. It was a frightening yet exciting feeling. Lyle’s entire body buzzed with arousal. He felt seconds away from exploding.
Nicholas began rubbing lotion all over Lyle’s rear. He massaged the cream into the flesh, lifting the heavy globes, pushing them open and closed, his fingers moving slowly toward the crack. He took another thick gob of lotion and rubbed it into the cleft, moving closer to Lyle’s anus, which opened and closed uncontrollably.
When Nicholas’s probing fingers pushed lotion into his anus, he whimpered. Nicholas inserted two fingers into Lyle and pulled the mouth of his anus open. He pushed his forefinger deep, and then stretched it open again. Lyle moaned softly into the bed.
“Yes, slave, I am making you ready for me. Turn around and take me in your mouth.”
Lyle rose and turned. His eyes flew open with shock. Nicholas might be a small man, but he was hung like a horse. Aroused even more by the sight of his guard’s huge erection, Lyle grabbed it and shoved it into his mouth. Nicholas groaned and pushed it deeper down Lyle’s throat. Lyle took it, repressing his gag reflex, sucked hard and stroked the engorged flesh with his tongue.
Using his hands and his mouth, Lyle caressed, sucked and greedily stroked his guard’s dick. Nicholas pumped it into him, allowing Lyle to bring him close to completion. When he was almost there, his erection even bigger and thicker, he pushed Lyle away. “Back against the bed,” he gasped.
Lyle dropped to his knees. “Open yourself,” Nicholas commanded.
Grabbing the cheeks of his ass, Lyle pulled them apart. Nicholas rammed his dick into Lyle’s anus. The huge organ filled the mouth, stretching it unbearably. Lyle whimpered again, and Nicholas laughed. “You should be used to this, faggot.”
It took several minutes for Nicholas to work his huge organ into Lyle. When Lyle tried to let go of his ass, Nicholas slapped him hard on his ass. The sound echoed in the small room. Nicholas fully penetrated Lyle, then reached around with his greasy hands and grabbed Lyle’s dick, pressing it against his belly.
Nicholas pounded Lyle’s butt, his hand stroking Lyle at the same time. The sensation of being filled to the ripping point pushed Lyle’s excitement level even higher as Nicholas’s balls slapped against his own.
In seconds, Lyle felt a huge load building. He wanted to let go of his ass cheeks but knew better. Speared and helpless, he squirmed, pushing himself against Nicholas’s hands. And suddenly those hands were gone. Nicholas grabbed Lyle’s ass, pounded his dick into him three more times, stiffened and unloaded in Lyle’s butt.
“Slaves do not receive pleasure unless their master wishes it. I do not wish it. Stand up.”
Lyle stood in front of Nicholas, his face red, his hard dick bobbing against his belly.
“We have ways of making that go away.” Nicholas searched in a cabinet under the bed. He pulled out an enormous wooden paddle, stood up and slapped his hands with it several times. “Look, the paddle is working already, and I haven’t even used it.”
Lyle’s penis shriveled as his stomach heaved with fear. Lyle tried to look over his shoulder to see Nicholas and was sharply smacked on the ass as a reward. “Eyes front, legs spread.”
Sobbing, Lyle did as he was ordered. The paddle came down on his ass over and over again until the cheeks burned. The sharp slaps reverberated loudly in the small room as Nicholas laughed and Lyle sobbed. When he was through, he pinched the flesh of Lyle’s butt…hard. Lyle squeaked with pain. Then Nicholas strode around Lyle and stood in front of him. “Stand up and see what spanking you has done to me, slave.”
Lyle slowly rose to his feet and glanced down. He groaned. Nicholas was fully erect again. This time, Nicholas grabbed Lyle’s head and ravaged his mouth with his tongue and lips. His stubble scraped Lyle’s cheeks as they kissed, not tenderly, but violently. Nicholas grabbed Lyle’s nipples and pinched, tweaked and rubbed them against his palm. Then he ran his hands down Lyles back, took the flesh of his backside in his hands and squeezed the welts.
Lyle moaned in pain and excitement. His entire body was on fire. But his dick swelled bigger than it had ever been in his life. It felt ready to explode, something he wanted to do badly, but feared to do as well. He had no idea what kind of punishment unauthorized ejaculation would bring.
Nicholas felt Lyle’s throbbing erection against his belly and laughed. “Beg me.”
Lyle had no problem with that. “Please, master, allow me to shoot off.”
“Not yet, slave.”
Nicholas fell to his knees in front of Lyle, took Lyle’s engorged organ in his mouth and sucked. Lyle felt like his balls were being vacuumed out through the head of his dick. He groaned and allowed the sensations to flow over him. In seconds he had reached the point of no return. Nicholas took Lyle’s penis out of his mouth. “Now.”
Lyle groaned as a huge spasm engulfed him. He shot his load into Nicholas’s waiting hand. Wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure washed over him. When he was finished, his legs felt like jelly.
“On your knees,” Nicholas ordered, his voice tense with barely suppressed desire. Lyle fell to the floor and buried his face in the bed. For the second time in less than an hour, Nicholas rammed his dick into Lyle’s ass. The pain of his recent paddling shot through him as Nicholas pounded into his anus, grabbing the flesh of his buttocks and kneading it in his rough, hard hands.
It took Nicholas longer this time. When he was finished, Lyle was hard again, his dick aching for release. Nicholas stood up. “Clean me off, slave.”
Lyle found the washcloth and tenderly wiped Nicholas’s organ and crotch clean.
When Nicholas was dressed, he pointed to the ceiling. “Cameras watch you night and da
y, even in the toilet. If you touch yourself for any reason, you will be severely punished by Drakor, not me. When you need to urinate, sit on the toilet. I’m quite serious about this matter.”
Lyle nodded, exhausted and aching.
“I didn’t hear you,” Nicholas said quietly.
“Yes, master,” Lyle said in a breathless voice.
Nicholas stepped closer. He grabbed the back of Lyle’s head and pulled it toward his. His eyes stared intently into Lyle’s. Then he kissed Lyle gently on the lips, turned in the tight space and left, shutting the door. Lyle heard the click of the lock as he collapsed onto the bed.
Chapter 9
“I don’t want to be a girl anything, cat man.” Antonio snarled and stared out the window as Baine drove into the Capital Hill district and turned on Broadway looking for the Red Light Clothing Store.
“It’s just a costume, Antonio. If we don’t dress like plushies, how we gonna infiltrate them and find our guy?”
“Hey rhino man, you must be as hard-headed as the creature you morphed into. I am not dressing in a costume. This is your lame idea. You go.”
“Don’t you want to find Alex?”
“With all my heart.”
“Then we need to catch the plushie. You know what I don’t get, bloodsucker? I don’t get how you can come out during the day. I thought vampires slept all day and had to stay out of the sun.”
Baine spotted the store and started looking for a parking space big enough for the Hummer.
Antonio pulled something on a chain out from under his white shirt. As usual, the vampire was impeccably dressed in black, white and red. They seemed to be the only colors his wardrobe consisted of.
“I received this amulet from my maker. It is very old, pre-Egyptian first dynasty. My family lived in Spain. We are gitanos, gypsies. My maker was a very beautiful woman who traveled with us for a time. We fell in love, and she gave me the amulet to protect me.” He lifted it so Baine could see.
The amulet was creepy. Two snakes twined together, long fangs exposed, holding a large blood-red ruby in their coils. The metal looked like silver.
“Is it made of silver? I thought vampires couldn’t touch silver.”
“We are allergic to it. No, Africaisi said it was metal taken from a rock that fell from the stars. It has unbelievable power. When I wear it, I am many times stronger and easily able to withstand the rays of the sun.”
“Amazing. What other vampire myths are true? Can you die from being staked?”
“No. If the stake should spear our hearts, we are paralyzed until it is removed. But death, no.”
“How about garlic, or crosses or holy water?”
“No, many of us are devout Catholics. It is the oldest Christian faith. I myself have attended mass many times and received communion.”
“What the hell is true?”
“It is true we can communicate with animals, we can hypnotize most humans and we live forever.”
“In an undead sort of way,” Baine commented.
Baine parked the Hummer in a roomy spot, and they climbed out. They walked down the street, Baine on the alert. Their prey had to buy his outfit somewhere. If he could scent him here, it would be a huge relief. But he only smelled the freshness of the day after yesterday’s rain, a stray cat watching them from a tree and the usual city scents of gas, oil and garbage.
Inside the store, Baine circled the racks looking for big furry costumes. It turned out they’d hit the jackpot. Red Light catered to the plushie crowd. A small room was stuffed with adult-sized fuzzy animal costumes.
Baine found a golden lion costume immediately. And it was large enough to fit. Antonio refused to look for himself, so Baine searched through the racks of female plushie suits and pulled out a girl wolf costume. The head sported eyes with makeup, and the mouth was made with full, luscious red lips. A huge pink bow separated the body costume from the head. He handed it to Antonio.
“This looks like it’ll fit.”
“No, I’ll never be a female. Why should I wear this? Please explain.”
“Because we need to go to this party tonight as a couple, bloodsucker. I’m a little large to pass for a girl. You’re tall, but not as muscled or heavy as me.”
Antonio closed his brown eyes and accepted the wolf suit. “If anyone, male or female, tries to rub themselves on me, I will dine on their blood.”
“Nice attitude, vamp. That’ll help us find Alex.”
They took the suits to the counter, and Antonio had to endure some strange stares from the Goth working sales. She had pink hair, and wore tons of black makeup and black nail polish. Her skin was the color of a fish belly.
Outside the store, Antonio stalked to the Hummer and waited for Baine to unlock it. They drove through the midday traffic in silence. When Baine dropped Antonio at his condo, the vampire stared Baine in the eyes. “It will take me centuries to get over this, cat man.”
Baine handed Antonio the girly wolf suit. “Suck it up, Antonio. I’ll be back at ten. The party is in Kelso, some old house on Third Avenue.”
* * * *
Baine was in the lobby of Antonio’s condo promptly at ten, but the vampire was nowhere in sight. Baine took off the lion head and trekked into the classy high rise in the bottom half of the suit. Beneath it he wore board shorts and a T-shirt. The suit had a definite odor, dry-cleaning fluid blended with body odor and ass.
Antonio answered when he knocked.
“I see you haven’t donned Miss Wolf yet.”
“The costume is unacceptable. It stinks.”
“Tell me about it. Are you coming or not? I have to go now. I can find out everything I need without you, vampire.”
Antonio hissed and showed his fangs. But he grabbed the costume and shrugged it on over skin-tight leather pants and a tight, white silk shirt. “I will go down the back stairs. Pick me up at the delivery entrance.”
Grinning, Baine headed for the parking garage. Antonio, still sulking, climbed into the Hummer and tossed the wolf head in the back. “This is the most humiliating thing I have done in hundreds of years.”
Their destination was an ancient three-story home sandwiched between two apartment buildings. The party was blasting when they got there. Lights blazed, and twenty or so plushies milled around in the fifteen-foot-square of fenced-in yard. Antonio climbed out and pulled his wolf head on. Baine had his head on before he got out. Slapping a big arm around Antonio’s shoulders, they ambled into the party.
Going plushie was great cover. Plushie freaks rarely took off any part of their assumed identities. They simply became the costume.
“You can remember the scent?” Baine whispered as they walked through the white picket gate.
“Do not talk to me.”
“I’ll take that as a yes, darling.”
Baine ushered the sulking vampire through the crowd outside. He couldn’t believe the variety of costumes. He saw a fox, a raccoon, all kinds of dogs, cats, bears and even a huge pink rabbit. They had one thing in common: all of them smelled, just not like the man they were after. Bobbing his huge head, Baine led Antonio into the house.
More plushies were congregated on the porch. Three were in a corner rubbing against each other while they emitted strange animal sounds—grunting, woofing and yipping. Baine shuddered. And all his life he’d thought he was weird.
“I haven’t smelled him yet,” Antonio snarled.
“Talk like a girl, will you? People will notice.”
They hit the bar. Baine picked up a beer, sipping it through a small hole. This costume had holes in all the important locations.
The inside of the house was packed with plushies. The house had little furniture beyond couches. Plushies sat on the couches and sipped beer and drinks through straws or rubbed on each other. Loud techno music blasted from speakers in every corner. In the dining room near the buffet table, Baine got lucky. “I smell him.”
“I as well.”
They split up. Antonio went i
nto the living room and headed for the kitchen. Baine hit the stairs.
When he reached the bedrooms, he heard noises behind all of the closed doors. He shook his head. This was going to be disgusting.
He opened the first bedroom door, surprised to find it unlocked. Inside, three plushies had a naked woman on the bed. She was spread open, with a pink rabbit plushie pumping between her legs. A blue dog rubbed its crotch on the backside of the pink rabbit. The other plushie, a gray squirrel with long eyelashes and lipstick, supported the woman from behind, squirrel paws kneading naked breasts. Baine had to stop and stare.
The blue dog turned around. “Want to join us, lion? What’s your name?”
“Leo,” Baine stammered. “You realize this is just wrong, wrong on so many levels.” He backed out and slammed the door.
He heard squeaking coming from the next room. He was afraid to open the door. What could be squeaking? He pushed the door slowly. When it was only open a crack, he peeked inside then backed right out. There was no scent of his prey, and the sight of a huge mouse with its snout stuck in a lady mouse’s crotch opening was enough. Apparently, they were both squeaking with excitement.
Someone downstairs started screaming, “Fur pile, fur pile.”
Bedroom doors flew open. Plushies of all sizes and shapes raced downstairs. Baine wandered down the hall trying to scent his prey. He caught a whiff. It came from the bottom floor.
The living room was cleared of furniture, and all of the plushies were piling on top of each other, rolling around, rubbing and making weird noises. Someone grabbed Baine’s paw and dragged him into the pile. He was assaulted by grabbing paws, rubbing crotches. He felt erections pressed against him. Someone grabbed his crotch. He fell over when two plushies shoved him. Gasping, his face at the bottom of the pile, Baine struggled to free himself.
Suddenly, the scent of his prey overpowered him. The huge purple dinosaur rubbing on a gray rabbit was his man. Where the hell was Antonio?
A wolf paw appeared next to his face. Antonio must have scented their prey as well. Growling, Baine grabbed Barney by his big purple arm, threw the plushies on top of him off and crawled out of the pile. No one noticed the dinosaur disappear amidst the chaotic mass of pulsing creatures.
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