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  2. Please... I'm begging, I'd do anything... if you'd write another book on Parker and Colton.... I've read the first so many times, and get so sad that it's not been continued. Please! *whimpers*

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    The Buckle

    “HEY, BOSS!” Rex Marlowe glanced over his shoulder toward the sound of his friend’s voice. Shouting over the auto-tuned vocals of the latest pop starlet’s techno-grunge remix, Eli repeated his call and motioned him over with a wave. He looked around the bar, wondering why Eli was calling him. There wasn’t a line at the door, so there wouldn’t be any reason for his bouncer to need him. It was Saturday night, and the Buckle was busy as hell. He didn’t have time to be fooling around. Rex set the tray of empty glasses on the end of the bar. He made sure the bartender saw him, then pushed his way through the over-crowded floor and headed to the front door. “What’s up?” He subconsciously tugged at the front of his shirt. “What are you doing, man?” Rex had no idea what Eli was going on about. He was doing what he normally did when he was at the bar—making sure everything was running smoothly. “What the hell are you talking about?” “You spend all day at your restaurant, then you spend all night at the Buckle, busting your ass. Don’t you ever relax, take some time off?” “I can’t take time off. I got work to do.” “Yeah, and your work is full of hot guys. Get some!” Eli motioned his arm across the packed bar. “I’m trying to run a business.” “Okay, look. I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but your head is clearly up your ass. You see that group of guys over there?” Rex followed the motion of Eli’s head. Four young men stood around one of the high-top tables, drinking, heads bouncing to the beat of the sound system’s booming bass. By their body language, two of the men were clearly together. The couple, and one of the others, were the typical type that frequented the Buckle, and Rex thought he recognized them. Dressed in dirty jeans, and tank tops that showed off muscles and body ink, they fit right in tonight. The Buckle tended to cater to the rougher denim-and-leather crowd. They came in to drink, dance, and meet men. And more than a few of them took advantage of the dark back room for a quick, anonymous hook-up. The other man at the table stuck out like a sore thumb. Standing stiff and uncomfortable, he shifted from foot to foot as he sipped at what was likely a rum and Coke. Rex looked the skinny boy up and down. Make that a Diet Coke. He was dressed in jeans, but he wore a pink polo-style shirt. With glasses and short brown hair, he looked like he’d be much more comfortable sitting behind a computer desk than at a grungy bar table. The boy glanced over Rex’s way, and when he saw that Rex and Eli were watching, he gave a bashful smile. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a finger, he quickly looked away. Rex reluctantly turned back to Eli. “What about ‘em?” “Really?” Eli’s brows shot up. He looked at Rex like he was stupid. “The little nerdy one can’t keep his eyes off you.” “What? No.” Rex looked back at the ‘little nerdy one’. Once more, he looked Rex’s way, then quickly turned when he saw he was being watched. He was pretty damn cute. Rex wouldn’t pigeon-hole him into the ‘twink’ category because he was probably too old… late twenties, maybe. That would still make him several years younger than Rex’s thirty-five years. “He’s been watching me?” “You seriously need to step up your game.” “Well, we don’t all look like you.” Eli was a bona fide muscle bear. With bulging pecs and arm muscles, the tight-as-hell, obnoxious Sorry Ladies, I Like Dick T-shirt he wore was about to bust at the seams. He’d been dating a new guy for several months. Things were pretty hot and heavy between him and the librarian. They’d even moved in together. Hell, with more and more states legalizing marriage equality, Eli had been talking about rings. Yeah, his friend had it bad. Rex tried not to be jealous. Rex was a big man. Back in his college football days, he had a nice muscular body. But the years—too many to think about—hadn’t been particularly good. Running his two businesses—including a high-end restaurant—meant he didn’t eat as well as he should. He certainly didn’t have time to exercise. Rex tugged at the bottom of his shirt, hoping his love handles and belly weren’t showing too bad. Eli sighed and shook his head back and forth. “Dude, you own this place. Get a clue and look around. Some of these guys really dig big ol’ bears like you, but you’re too busy running around like a chicken to notice.” Rex didn’t want to admit his friend was right. He’d thrown himself into his businesses, and maybe his personal life had suffered in the process. He ran his hands over his thick beard, trying to remember the last time he’d gotten laid. Rex glanced back at the table. The little man was just his type, small and lithe, someone he could easily manhandle. Of course, it had been so long since he’d been with a man, maybe he didn’t have a type anymore. Rex caught the boy looking again. How many times was that now in just a few minutes? How had he not noticed this entire time? Eli was right. His game was awful. He stood with his buddies, but didn’t seem to be paying attention to the conversation. Rex watched him pull his bottom lip into his mouth. When it slid free, it was nice and wet. All kinds of nasty thoughts went through Rex’s mind. The things he would love to do with that lip. Fuck yeah. Now that he’d unleashed his libido, his sex drive kicked into overdrive. As the little guy turned away, he brought his glass up to his lips and gulped down the last of his drink. Perfect timing. Rex had a bear chaser to catch. HAYDEN LOOKED around the dimly lit bar. It wasn’t his cup of tea. The bar, that is. He did like the guys here, though. He liked big, tough guys, and this place was packed with them. Lots of leather. Lots of denim. Lots of skin. This was his older brother’s normal hangout. Harlan was turning thirty, and this was where he wanted to be, so Hayden came, along with two of Harlan’s buddies, Frank and Don, but they were all caught up in each other. A man walked by, and Hayden couldn’t help but sneak a look. The man had pulled off his shirt and tucked it into the back of his leather pants. Built big, the man had hair all over his chest. Not bad. But the guy Hayden couldn’t stop staring at was the big bear who was working the bar. He was so hot. He had black hair and blue eyes, a combination that Hayden always found sexy. His beard was full, but trimmed neatly. Hayden loved a man with facial hair, especially if he took care of it. The guy had a bit of a belly, but Hayden didn’t care. Big dudes like that were perfect for cuddling. They kept you warm at night. Not that he had a chance with the guy. The bear didn’t even know he existed. Story of his life. That didn’t stop Hayden from looking, though. Nothing wrong with looking. He was half-listening to Harlan talk about replacing his motorcycle’s exhaust system. That was when he saw him coming, his eyes drilling right into Hayden’s. Carrying a tray of drinks, the burly man made his way to the table. As he approached, the conversation died down. “On the house.” He set the tray on the middle of the table. Harlan picked up one of the bottles. “Thanks, man. How’d you know it was my birthday?” He tipped the neck toward the man in a toast before downing a healthy swallow. “The bartender told me.” He turned to Hayden. “I’m Rex. Rex Marlowe.” “Hi.” It came out in a squeak. He cleared his throat and started over. “Hi. I’m Hayden.” Harlan tapped Hayden on the arm. “We’re gonna mingle.” Though Harlan was talking to him, his eyes were cruising someone in the crowd. “What?” Hayden panicked, his eyes darting between Rex and Harlan. Where were they going? Why were they leaving him alone with Rex? Harlan looked at Rex with a twinkle in his eyes. “Watch my little brother for me?” Rex dipped his chin. “Sure.” Hayden couldn’t meet Rex’s eyes. He picked up the glass from the tray and took a sip. It was a rum and Diet Coke, his normal order. “How’d you know what I was drinking?” “Just a guess.” Rex picked up a glass filled with an amber whiskey or something—no ice—and took a sip. Head down, Hayden lifted his eyes and looked at Rex through his bangs. “You don’t really have to keep an eye on me.” Rex moved closer. “I don’t mind. Not at all.” He was close enough Hayden could smell his cologne. Dang, he smelled good. “Is this your first time here?” Hayden nodded. “Yeah. So, you work here?” “I own the place.” “Oh. It’s nice.” Hayden took another sip of his drink. Rex laughed. “You don’t have to lie. It’s a bit seedy, I know. It’s not really your style, huh?” Hayden shrugged. “My brother Harlan comes here a lot.” “I thought I recognized him.” “He told me to stay away from the back room.” Hayden cut his eyes toward the door. “That’s probably a good idea.” A red light above illuminated the doorframe, covered by a black curtain. Once inside, Hayden figured you wouldn’t be able to see your hand in front of your face. A man exited, pushing the curtain aside. He checked his zipper and adjusted himself before walking toward the bar. Then Harlan pulled some man into the room. Hayden licked his lips, then pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Both actions were nervous habits he couldn’t break no matter how hard he tried. He was nervous, but this was an opportunity he couldn’t waste. If he did, he’d regret it forever. He lifted his eyes and met Rex’s. Leaning forward, he asked quietly, “What do people do in there?” Rex stared down at Hayden. His voice dropped in both pitch and volume. “You want me to show you?” REX’S FINGERS lifted Hayden’s chin. The young man’s skin was soft and smooth, cool to the touch. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Hayden’s. Hayden let out a soft moan into Rex’s mouth as he leaned forward into the kiss. It started out sweet and gentle, but quickly escalated into a deep, passionate kiss. When Hayden opened his mouth, Rex did not pass up the invitation. His tongue surged forward to explore, stroking against Hayden’s tongue. He tasted good, slightly of rum, but fresh and clean. Rex moved forward, pushing Hayden back a step, pinning him against the wall. The little man was about half a foot shorter than him, and close to a hundred pounds lighter. Rex’s bigger body surrounded him. Perfect. Hayden’s hands slid up to Rex’s side, resting on his love handles. For a split second, Rex felt self-conscious about his weight, but then Hayden moaned and pressed his hips forward. There was no denying the fact the little man was aroused. Fueled by Hayden’s arousal, Rex covered him with his body. Shifting his knees, he pushed up and ground his pelvis into Hayden, letting the little man know how hard he made him. He wasn’t sure how long they made out, but he finally had to pull away to come up for air. Hayden looked absolutely debauched. Glasses tipped off-kilter. Lips parted, wet and swollen. Eyes unfocused. Suddenly feeling possessive, Rex looked around. No one seemed to be paying them any attention, but still, he did not want anyone to see Hayden like this. “Hey.” Hayden’s brother walked up with his latest conquest. “We’re gonna head out. Can you catch a ride?” Hayden blinked and turned away from Rex. “Yeah.” “Cool.” After Harlan left with his new conquest, Hayden went silent. Rex wanted to growl in frustration. His brother had ruined the moment, and now Hayden had gone shy again. Hayden’s eyes widened as he frantically patted his pockets. “Crap! My phone and wallet are in Harlan’s truck.” He looked around the bar, searching. “I need to find Frank and Don.” “Your brother’s two friends? I’m pretty sure I saw them leave already.” Hayden frowned. “Well, crap. I don’t have a way to get home.” The corner of Rex’s mouth turned up. “Uh oh. It looks like you’re stuck here for the night.” “Uh….” “I’m just teasing. I have a phone in my office. I could probably be persuaded to let you use it….” Hayden licked his lips and looked up at Rex, his eyes finally focusing. “Okay.” Rex took Hayden by the hand. His gaze drifted toward the back room. The idea of making a quick pit stop was appealing, but that was out of the question. No fucking way. First off, he didn’t want anyone else copping an inadvertent feel of Hayden. Secondly, he wanted to be able to see Hayden when he made the little man come. Finally, someone like Hayden was too good to be treated like some anonymous fuck. He led Hayden back to his personal office. Once inside, Rex locked the door. He turned back to Hayden and a wolfish grin spread across his face. “Now. Where were we?” HAYDEN’S HANDS shook as he reached for Rex’s belt buckle. Sure, he’d given men blowjobs before, but something about Rex made him nervous. Not to mention the fact they were in a fairly public place. Well, they were in his office, but the door was locked, so they wouldn’t be disturbed here. It wasn’t like he was really going to give Rex a blowjob to use the phone. That was just the two of them playing. But Hayden knew coming back here was only a pretense for what they really wanted. He’d worry about finding a way home later. As he unbuckled the man’s belt, Hayden couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants. It was enormous. Pointed down toward his left pant leg, it looked really uncomfortable confined in those jeans. Hayden gripped it over the top of the fabric and gave it a good squeeze. Rex let out a groan and a curse, and pulled Hayden’s hand away. “You’re gonna make me come too fast. It’s been a while, and I want this to last.” Hayden rested his hands on Rex’s barrel chest as he made contact with the man’s beautiful blue eyes. “Whatever you want.” “Whatever I want?” Rex raised an eyebrow. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a domineering man like me.” “Whatever you want,” Hayden repeated, his voice shaking with desire. Rex surged forward, pushing Hayden back until he bumped into the desk. His mouth covered Hayden’s and Rex kissed him until he was lightheaded. Meaty hands slipped between their bodies and found Hayden’s belt. Before he knew it, his jeans were pooled around his ankles. Hayden moaned when his dick sprang free of his briefs. “Well, damn,” Rex said with a whistle. “Didn’t expect to see this on a little guy like you.” Naturally, Hayden had measured it. He was a man, after all. His dick wasn’t really that much bigger than average. It just looked it because he wasn’t very tall. As Rex dropped to a squat in front of him, Hayden held his breath. The guys he hooked up with wanted to be serviced. They didn’t tend to care about reciprocating—or even if Hayden got off at all. Surely a man like Rex wasn’t going to— “Oh God!” Hayden cried out as Rex swallowed his dick all the way down to the root. Hayden grabbed onto the edge of the desk to keep from sliding to the floor. As Rex pulled up, he applied a hard suction. Just as the crown was about to pop free, his tongue swirled around, flicking back and forth across the head. Up and down Rex moved. Every pull, every flick of his tongue brought Hayden closer and closer to the brink. Just as he was about to lose it, Rex pulled back. “Please,” Hayden begged as he thrust his hips forward, poking Rex’s bottom lip with the tip of his erection. “So needy.” The big man snickered as his tongue flicked back and forth along the underside of Hayden’s engorged shaft. “All in good time.” After placing a kiss on the tip, Rex slid his tongue back down to his tight sac. That skilled tongue lapped across Hayden’s nuts. They were already starting to pull close, and they pulled up even tighter as Rex gave them his undivided attention. Rex closed his mouth around one ball, humming as he licked it, sending vibrations throughout Hayden’s body. He moved back and forth between them before pulling away. He blew across the wet skin, and Hayden’s head fell back as a groan escaped his lips. He rocked his hips, needing more contact. Just a little friction and he’d come all over the place. He was desperate to come, wanting—needing—the big bear to make him orgasm. Rex pushed his nose underneath Hayden’s balls and inhaled deeply. A growl ripped from the man’s throat as he practically pushed his head between Hayden’s legs. “Oh God!” That knowing tongue lapped at Hayden’s taint. His beard burned Hayden’s thighs, sending tingles throughout his body. God, he wanted Rex. He wanted this bear to take him, take what he wanted. And Hayden would give it to him. When the pad of Rex’s thumb pressed against Hayden’s hole, it was just too much. With a gasp, Hayden erupted. His cock jerked, sending a stream of cum through the air, splattering across Rex’s forehead and into the man’s hair. Hayden gripped the man’s head in his hands as his body went tight. His feet scrabbled for purchase on the floor. REX’S HANDS grabbed onto Hayden’s hips, holding him in place as his mouth covered Hayden’s pulsing dick. He sucked and bobbed, drawing the rest of the cum from Hayden’s balls. Fuck, that was hot. His new boy had the prettiest dick Rex had ever seen. And it tasted far better than it looked. Hayden’s body trembled as Rex flicked his tongue across the head of his cock one last time, getting that very last drop. One last swallow and it was gone. “I can’t believe…” Hayden managed between pants, “…you did that. You’re really good at that.” With a grunt, Rex pushed up to his feet. Next time they’d have to give his knees a rest and do it in a bed. Yeah, he was already planning a next time. “Well, I’ve always said a good top knows how to please his boy.” Rex leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Hayden’s lips, letting them linger as he whispered, “You wanna be my boy?” Hayden nodded, his pretty brown eyes staring into Rex’s. His answer came out in a flash of breath. “Yes.” Rex held Hayden’s face in his hands as he ravished him. Hayden could probably still taste his cum on Rex’s tongue, which only made him more aggressive. When he ended the kiss, he didn’t stop. He kissed a trail along Hayden’s jaw to his ear, then down his neck. “Your whiskers feel so good,” Hayden whispered as he let his head fall back, giving Rex unrestricted access to the sensitive skin. As Rex nibbled and sucked, Hayden’s hands worked to unbutton his shirt. The cool touch of his fingers sent a shudder down Rex’s spine. Hayden slid under Rex’s tank top, his fingers caressing and raking through the hair covering Rex’s body. “You’re so hairy. I knew you would be.” “You like that fur?” Rex whispered. He rubbed his bearded chin across Hayden’s outer ear, producing a whole-body shudder from his lover. “Yeah, you like a real man, don’t you, boy?” “Yes.” The word came out inside a moan. Hayden’s hands reached for Rex’s pants. With renewed effort, he unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. “I wanna suck you now.” He dropped to his knees and looked up to meet Rex’s eyes. Jesus. How could he resist such a pretty offer? Hayden yanked Rex’s jeans down his meaty thighs. His cock created a sizable bulge in his tight boxer briefs. At the head, a wet spot the size of a half-dollar had already formed in the grey cotton. Nuzzling his nose against Rex’s underwear, Hayden drew in a deep breath. Rex knew he smelled sweaty, maybe a little musky from working all night, but the boy seemed to be getting off on it. Then he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along the taut fabric. “Fuck.” Hayden’s fingers slipped below the waistband of Rex’s briefs. Slowly, he pulled them down, exposing the furry base of his cock, inch by inch, until the head came free of the elastic material. The girthy shaft sprang up free, hitting Hayden on the end of his nose, leaving behind a dewy drop of pre-cum. “Oh God, you’re so big. So thick.” His fist slid back and forth, covering and uncovering the head. “Uncut. I like.” He pulled the skin forward as far as it would go. That pink tongue of his darted out, the tip flicking around the edge of Rex’s foreskin. Then he pressed his tongue inside, swirling it around the head. Once he was done playing with the foreskin’s opening, he began tracing the shaft’s veins with the tip of his tongue. Rex struggled to keep his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of this. Keeping a tight hold on the base of his cock, Hayden slid his mouth down the shaft. Applying a gentle suction, he began a slow series of movements. Up and down he went, turning his head back and forth, using his tongue. His mouth was like heaven. Hot. Wet. Amazing. Rex cradled the back of Hayden’s neck, encouraging him without forcing him down. Hayden looked up, locking eyes with Rex. Rex loved it when the guy sucking him off made eye contact. It got him so fucking hot. He took Hayden’s glasses and set them aside, needing to see those pretty caramel-brown eyes. As he gave Rex the blowjob of a lifetime, never once did Hayden break eye contact. Hayden kept one hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock. He didn’t use any hand action. It was all suction—mouth and tongue. His free hand slid under Rex’s tank top to explore his hairy chest and belly. It had been a while since another man had gotten him off. He should have been embarrassed by his lack of control, but he just couldn’t hold back. His boy was just too good. Rex moved his hand to the top of Hayden’s head. With a rush of breath, he warned the boy before it was too late, “You’re about to eat it.” Hayden didn’t pull back; he doubled his efforts. With a loud curse, Rex thrust his hips forward, sending his throbbing cock deeper into that wet heat. And then he came. WHEN THE first burst of hot fluid filled his mouth, Hayden moaned. The underside of Rex’s cock pulsed, and another stream splattered against the roof of his mouth, forcing Hayden to swallow. With each throb, Rex grunted. Hayden let the delicious cum pool in his mouth before he drank it down. Bracing himself on Rex’s thick thighs, Hayden pushed to his feet. Standing in front of Rex, he suddenly felt shy. He knew it didn’t make a lot of sense, considering what they’d just done together, but this was the point where he was always unsure. Would Rex button up his pants and kick him out now that he’d come? Should he give Rex his phone number? Should he ask for Rex’s number? He wiped the wetness from his chin with the back of his hand. Hayden could still taste the bitter saltiness of Rex’s cum in his mouth. He didn’t usually swallow, but with Rex he really wanted to. More than anything, he wanted to make Rex feel as good as he’d made him. Since he wasn’t wearing his glasses, things were out of focus. Squinting, he saw Rex standing there, with his pants still around his boots. His hard-on had deflated some. It hung there, all wet and heavy. A last drop of liquid oozed out of the tip, and began a long drip to the floor. The expression on the man’s face was pure satisfaction: flushed cheeks, open mouth, droopy eyes. For a burly lumberjack-looking guy, he was kind of cute in the after-glow of satisfaction. “So, this is your office, huh?” Hayden cringed and rolled his eyes. What a stupid question. Rex lifted his head. “What? Yeah. My office.” “You bring guys back here a lot?” Once again, Hayden cringed. Why couldn’t he just be quiet? Rex met his gaze and held it. He put a hand on Hayden’s shoulder. “No. You’re the first.” Hayden sighed dreamily. “You have beautiful eyes.” “So do you.” Rex shuffled forward, pushing Hayden back until his butt hit the wooden desk. He grabbed Hayden by the waist, lifted him up, and then dropped him down on the desktop. Rex leaned down and pulled Hayden’s jeans free off his right leg. The sneaker dropped to the floor with a clunk. He repeated the action with the left foot. Situating himself between Hayden’s thighs, Rex wrapped his arms around Hayden’s body. Hayden liked the extra body contact. He brought his legs up and rubbed his inner thighs against Rex’s strong trunk-like legs. The dark hair on Rex’s legs tickled. This was right where a man like Rex belonged—between his legs. “I’d like to get to know you better.” “Me too.” Hayden swallowed, then licked his lips. Stop being so shy and just ask for what you want for once. If you want this man then get him. “Do you have a condom?” “That’s not exactly what I meant.” “Oh, so you’re not interested?” Rex immediately responded. “Oh, no, I didn’t say that.” He pressed his hips forward, and Hayden felt the head of his cock push underneath his balls, into his taint. Hayden laughed softly. “I’ve never done it on a desk before. Are you gonna get all passionate, and throw these papers and stuff onto the floor?” Rex laughed. “No. I’d only have to pick them up later.” When their laughter died down, Rex began to stroke Hayden’s body. Large, rough hands touched him everywhere. The man was fascinated with his nipples. After flicking and pinching them until they were so sensitive Hayden could barely stand it, he brought his mouth down to lick and suck each one in turn. Everywhere Rex’s hands touched made him feel hot. Every nerve on his skin was on fire. He was starting to sweat. His pulse raced as his dick rose to complete erection. Hayden tugged at Rex’s collar. “Take your shirt off.” When he hesitated, Hayden pushed the shirt down his arms, and yanked it until he was free. “You’re so sexy. Let me see that big furry bear body of yours.” Rex pulled his tank top off and dropped it to the floor. My God. The man was a beast, the kind of guy Hayden had dreamed of ever since he was a teen. Seeing his high school football coach naked in the locker room fueled years of nighttime fantasies. And here Rex was—the embodiment of all that he’d dreamed about. His generous erection stood proudly, pointing toward Hayden. The skin had retracted, exposing the dusky head, already wet with pre-cum. Hayden’s cock throbbed against his belly. Hayden knew it wouldn’t be long before it started to drip. “Jesus,” Rex muttered. “You make me feel like a god when you look at me like that.” Hayden wrapped his arms around Rex’s neck and pulled the man down for a kiss. As they made out, Rex pushed a hand behind Hayden. A thick finger slipped into the crack of his ass and tapped at his hole. “Oh God. Yes….” “Just a second.” Rex bent down, pulled his boots off, then tossed his jeans to the side. Hayden got a glimpse of his backside as Rex moved around to the other side of his desk. His gorgeous ass was nice and firm, covered in a dusting of dark hair. He also had a sexy ‘ass beard’—as Hayden called that patch of fur just above the crack of a man’s ass. Rex pulled open one of the desk drawers. Rifling through the mess, he finally found what he was looking for—a condom and a single-use packet of lube. He held them up to Hayden, proudly showing them off as though they were a national treasure. “Wait. Let me move these.” He picked up Hayden’s glasses, folded them, and then set them out of the way by the computer monitor. The simple, thoughtful gesture made Hayden want the man even more. REX WAS mesmerized by Hayden’s face as the smaller man wrapped his fist around Rex’s cock. It was a total turn-on to watch him. Hayden looked at Rex’s cock like it was a natural wonder of the world. Hell, he looked at Rex’s body like he was some kind of god. It was damn good for a man’s ego, especially since he hadn’t been feeling all that great about his body lately. Maybe he was being overly critical of himself. After all, if a man as cute as Hayden was attracted to him, maybe he still had it going on. His cock felt good in Hayden’s hand, but it would feel even better inside his ass. Knowing Hayden probably wasn’t used to taking a man as big as Rex, he realized he was going to have to work to get him ready. Yeah, he would take his time with Hayden. Before the night was over, Hayden would beg for it. “Turn over, baby,” Rex growled softly as he pulled Hayden from the desk and turned him around. “Spread your legs and bend over.” Hayden let out a small whimper as he did what he was told. Rex’s mouth watered at the display in front of him. “Fuck, that’s nice.” Rex rubbed his hands up and down Hayden’s firm ass cheeks. His splayed hands were big enough to cover each of the perfectly sized globes. When he spread those cheeks, he got his first glimpse of Hayden’s entrance. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to each cheek. The smell of soap and musk made Rex’s cock throb. The perfect cinnamon-colored pucker called out to Rex, and he just had to taste it. A long swipe up the crack of Hayden’s ass, that one taste, was not enough. Shoving his face in, Rex began to feast. “Oh my God!” Hayden clung to the desk as he pressed his ass back against Rex. Rex used not only his tongue, but his entire face. His mouth, nose, even his beard. He slowly swirled his tongue around the puckered entrance, then alternated with quick flicks. An occasional nip with his teeth on the inside of a cheek kept things interesting. When he pressed his pointed tongue into the middle of his target, Hayden started to babble incoherently. Rex managed to open the lube packet and coated his fingers. He teased the ring of muscle with a slippery digit before sinking it into the tight heat of Hayden’s body. Gently, he pumped the finger in and out until he felt the sphincter loosen. He pulled it free, only to immediately replace it with two. Turning and scissoring his fingers, he pressed kisses to Hayden’s cheeks as he took his time stretching him. Curling his fingers, Rex searched the velvety soft walls, looking for the gland just on the other side. When he found the spongy mass, he applied pressure and stroked his fingers across it. Hayden drew in a breath, then let it out in a rush. “Rex.” Goosebumps erupted across Hayden’s flesh and a visible shudder ran down his body. The corner of Rex’s mouth turned up. He loved how responsive Hayden was, and he loved hearing him call his name. Before Rex was through, Hayden was going to be screaming his name. He replaced the pair of fingers with a trio. Making sure he started out slowly, he ramped up the speed and pressure until Hayden’s body took his fingers with ease. As he worked his boy’s hole, Rex tilted his head down and lapped at Hayden’s hanging balls. The entire time, Hayden whimpered and begged. “Please.” Rex pushed to his feet. After tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, he spit out the foil corner. He pulled his foreskin back, then rolled the latex down the length of his shaft until there was no more to unroll. Using the lube, he slicked the shaft up, applying a liberal dollop to the sheathed head. “Ready, baby?” he asked as he tapped the head against Hayden’s ass. Before Hayden could respond, the stretched hole puckered then relaxed, answering Rex’s question for him. “Please, Rex,” Hayden whispered. “I need it so bad.” “And I’m gonna give it to you.” Rex lined his cock up and pressed forward, breaching the muscle. Hayden clamped down on him so tightly Rex thought he might actually snap his dick in half. “Fuck,” he groaned as he doubled over. Resisting the urge to thrust in as far as he could, Rex leaned over Hayden’s back, pressing bearded kisses across his shoulder and the back of his neck. When the pressure of Hayden’s sphincter subsided, Rex surged forward, sinking half of his length into Hayden’s body. Had anyone ever been as hot, as tight as Hayden? Hayden had said he needed it, but Rex needed it just as bad—from Hayden. He pulled back until the head nearly popped free, then pushed back inside, a bit deeper this time. He repeated the maneuver until he was completely buried inside his new lover and his balls rested against Hayden’s. Rex’s dark, untrimmed bush was in stark contrast against the creamy white flesh of Hayden’s perfect ass. Ever so slowly, he pulled back, watching his thick shaft emerge from Hayden’s body. Gripping Hayden’s waist in his hands, Rex held him tight, making sure he didn’t get away. He began to pump. Slow at first, using long, deep strokes. He bent his knees, changing the angle of his thrusts, searching for Hayden’s hidden hot spot. When Hayden sobbed in pleasure, he knew he’d found it. “So good,” Hayden whimpered. “You’re the best ever. Oh God.” Rex alternated his rhythm, changing to short, quick thrusts. Then back to long strokes. He tried to peg Hayden’s gland often. He could feel the pressure building as he got closer and closer, but he didn’t want to come yet. WHEN REX pulled free of his body, Hayden wanted to cry, but before he could register his disappointment, Rex turned him around. He lifted him up and set his butt on the edge of the desk. Hayden leaned back and spread his legs wide. He moved his hands to Rex’s sides, resting on his love handles, and urged Rex forward with a tug. Rex didn’t disappoint. He thrust his hips, burying his cock inside Hayden’s tight heat. Hayden cried out as the head of Rex’s cock hit his prostate, then slid across it. From this position, facing Rex, Hayden was free to touch his man wherever he wanted. He loved the fur-covered body, how thick his chest was, even the slight roundness of his belly. And that huge cock was doing things to him no man had ever done before. Rex leaned down closer to Hayden, his hands on either side of Hayden’s head, holding up his weight. He began driving into Hayden’s body with a purpose. Open-mouthed, the big man stared down at Hayden, piercing his soul with those gorgeous blue eyes. Hayden reached up and stroked his fingers through Rex’s beard, loving the way the whiskers prickled. When he neared his mouth, Rex turned his head slightly to press a kiss to Hayden’s fingertips. Hayden wrapped his arms under Rex’s, and around his shoulders. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Rex. No man had ever made a connection with him like this. The feeling of the man’s hairy belly against his cock was almost enough to make him come, but he needed a little more friction. “I’m close,” Hayden whispered. Rex reached between their bodies, and wrapped his hand around Hayden’s cock. Hayden cried out, rocking his hips up into Rex’s fist, then pushing back against his driving cock. “Rex!” Hayden screamed as he came. Rex’s hand squeezed and stroked, drawing out every drop of juice he had stored up, not stopping even when Hayden couldn’t possibly produce any more. “Hayden, baby.” Rex froze, buried completely inside Hayden’s ass. His body jerked once, twice, then went rigid. Hayden held on tight to his man, watching the mixture of pleasure and pained expressions on his face as he came. He could feel the girth of Rex’s cock stretching him, throbbing as it pulsed semen into the condom barrier. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever. When they finally came down from their highs, and got their breathing under control, Rex pulled back. Hayden immediately missed him. He loved the feeling of Rex’s weight on top of him. While gripping the base of his cock, Rex slid out of Hayden’s body. He yanked the condom off and tied the end. Hayden snagged a tissue from the box on the desk and handed it to him. Rex wadded up the semen-filled latex in the paper, and tossed it into the garbage can beside the desk. “Wow.” Hayden grinned. “Yeah.” Rex dipped his head down and pressed a gentle kiss to Hayden’s lips. Hayden was acutely aware of how quiet Rex was as they dressed. He hadn’t been lying when he said Rex was the best. It was as if Rex cared more about Hayden getting off than he did himself. And Hayden had got off. Two mind-blowing orgasms the man had given him. But it was over now. “I had a good time tonight,” Hayden offered before he left. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. “Me too. Look—” Hayden overlapped Rex. “Listen—” “You first,” Rex said. “No. You go.” Rex pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, and fished out a business card. He reached over to his desk and grabbed a pen, scribbling something on the back of the card. “This is the business card for my restaurant.” Hayden took the offered card. He recognized the name of the restaurant. He’d been there once, when his boss took the team out for a celebration dinner. It was a nice place, the complete opposite of the Buckle. He didn’t realize the man owned both places. “Maybe stop by sometime. Lunch is on me.” That drew a smile from Hayden. “I’d like that.” “After a fuck like that, I at least owe you a meal. Wait.” Rex winced. “That didn’t come out like I wanted it to.” He stepped forward and took Hayden’s hand. He exhaled a long breath. “I like you. I want to get to know you. I would be honored if you’d join me for lunch.” Hayden’s heart leapt in his throat as he stared into Rex’s blue eyes. He could see the sincerity in them. “I’m not busy tomorrow.” “Perfect. You’ve got my number on the back of the card.” “It’s a date.” Rex leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Hayden’s lips. “Until tomorrow.” “Yeah.” With a smile on his face, Hayden unlocked the door. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Hayden stopped and turned back. “What?” “You needed to use the phone.” “Oh, right.” “Wait. Let me take you home. I’ll just need to let Eli know I’m leaving on the way out. Hopefully he won’t burn the place down. Ready to go?” Rex held out his hand, and Hayden took it.
  4. Rob Colton

    The Buckle

    One ditching and one rescue later, Hayden discovers the use of a telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…
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  8. Rob Colton

    Chapter 8

    “Will you two get up already?” I let out an exasperated huff. Grant and Chris rose from their kneeling positions. They stood there, staring at the ground, neither speaking. I looked back and forth between them, waiting. The silence lingered until it became excruciatingly uncomfortable. “For god’s sake. You guys make me crazy.” Still neither spoke. “Okay, whatever. I'm not doing this. Find someone else.” I pushed past Grant, who finally turned around. “Hudson, you can't do that!” “Since both of you still want to keep me in the dark, then let’s just pretend none of this happened. I’m done.” Grant stopped me from leaving. “Hudson, it’s not like that. It’s just… We’re not used to talking about this stuff.” Letting out a sigh, I sat back down on the bench. “So why do you think I’m the new caretaker?” Grant rolled his hand with a flourish, and motioned toward the flowering shrub. “Hello? You brought a dead plant back to life. Even now your energy is flowing through the circle.” I looked down at the shrub, and noticed blades of grass underneath it had started to sprout through the dead brush. “This is the circle?” I asked, looking around. A woman’s voice answered from behind me. “Yes.” I turned as Grant’s mother walked into the garden. Norma motioned toward the large statue jutting from a jagged rock. It always reminded me of the heads on Easter Island, only tall and skinny. It was weathered and crumbled, with dead vines crawling all over it. “That’s the head stone. The other eleven stones are arranged in a perfect circle, like a clock. They’re buried under all this decay.” She smiled, but it was without joy. In fact, this Norma Reynolds was a completely different woman. Gone was the doting housewife with the cheery disposition. Was everything I knew about everyone a complete lie? She moved to stand between Grant and Chris. “We belong to the Order of the Sacred Circle of Stones. You are its Caretaker. We are here to protect you and the circle. To be perfectly honest, it’s mostly ceremonial.” Chris scoffed, then snarled. “Until recently. When the caretaker—the old caretaker—turned to the dark side.” I rolled my eyes. “I think you’re confusing him with Darth Vader, Obi Wan.” Norma ignored our banter. “The caretaker draws his energy from nature, from the Earth. This circle is not only an outlet for this energy, but it recharges you and replenishes you. But it seems your predecessor had decided to toy with dark energy, including experimenting on living creatures. As his natural energy died, so did the garden.” “He had this root,” I told her. “It was dark. It was… alive.” I shuddered as I thought about the root. Shaking my head, I blocked it out of my mind. “If I agree to be the caretaker, how am I supposed to know what to do? I mean, is there like a Hogwarts night school where I can take classes?” “There is no agreeing. You are the caretaker, whether you like it or not. Unfortunately, if we had a proper succession, you would have become his apprentice before his passing. But there are others you can learn from. This isn’t the only circle.” * * * * Chris drove me home in silence. I wasn’t really in the mood for talking, but at the same time I was annoyed by his lack of emotion. I unlocked my apartment and held the door open. “Come in.” He hesitated for a second, then followed me in. “You’re going to use this as an excuse, aren’t you? You’re already distancing yourself from me.” “It’s complicated, Hudson.” “I don’t get what’s complicated. If you don’t want me, just admit it.” Chris lifted his eyes and met mine. He let out a breath, then opened his mouth, and then closed it. “It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s—” “Complicated.” I rolled my eyes as anger welled up in me. “You’re such a hypocrite. I think I liked you better when you were scowling at me from across the room. You know what? I’m tired. Someone tried to kill me, and now I’m glowing green. I’m freaking exhausted, and I think you should go. That should uncomplicated things.” I opened the door and held it for him. “My job is to protect you, Hudson, and I can’t do that if we’re…” “Right. Why don’t we uncomplicated that, too? You’re a coward, and I don’t need you to protect me.” Chris’s jaw dropped as he stared at me. “But, Aunt Norma said—” “I don’t care what she said. You guys work for me, right? Well, tell your aunt you’re fired.” I pushed Chris through the door and slammed it behind him as hard as I could.
  9. Rob Colton

    Chapter 7

    “Hudson? Are you okay?” Chris’s voice sounded so far away. I opened my eyes to find his blurry face over mine. He helped me to a sitting position, and every joint in my body protested being moved. “Ow…” I blinked a few times until the room came into focus. The caretaker’s dried husk of a body lay next to me, his hands stuck outward as if he was still trying to grab me. “Oh god, that's gross.” I grabbed Chris’s jacket and pulled myself closer. He helped me to my feet, and I looked around the room as I stood. A pile of black dirt caked with deep veins of red ooze lay on the floor behind Chris. Another one on the workbench spilled over onto the floor. The remains of the caretaker’s evil root lay at my feet. A deep, dark purple haze of light surrounded it. The aura surged and retreated, slowly and steadily, like a glowing heartbeat. It was mesmerizing. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It didn't deserve to be on the ground like that. So disrespectful. I should pick it up. If I took the pieces and placed them in a pot, I could get the roots to grow back together, and then— Suddenly, the door crashed open, and Grant tumbled into the room. He rolled into a crouch, brandishing a dagger. “You're a little late,” Chris said. I laughed. “What the hell happened?” Grant asked, tucking his dagger into his belt. “Jesus, you killed the caretaker?” “I didn't. Hudson did.” Chris and Grant both looked at me. “I didn't kill him,” I insisted. “I broke his… root… thing… of evil…” I looked back down at the root, still throbbing purple light. “Do you see it?” I whispered. “It's alive.” “What are you talking about?” Grant asked. He pulled his dagger and bent down, ready to poke at it. I grabbed his hand. “Don't touch it! You'll get the purple aura on you.” “Purple aura?” Grant frowned. “Did you hit your head?” “No. That thing is evil.” Resisting the urge to pick it up, I stepped on the biggest piece, using my boot to smush it into the concrete as hard as I could. I could hear its screams echoing in my heads as I destroyed the pieces. I ignored it, instead grinding and twisting my feet until the noise faded. Chris put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. “What do you mean? Are you seeing colors?” “Yes.” I looked down at the remnants of the root. “Well, not anymore. Didn't you see it? You didn't see the caretaker’s aura?” “No, Hudson.” Chris shot Grant a look. “Do you see any colors now?” Looking around the room, I saw nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary, certainly no auras or hazy glows. “I don't see anything,” I answered. Chris nodded and let out a breath, then stepped back. “Okay. Let’s get out of here.” “Mom and Dad are on their way,” Grant said. I followed Grant and Chris through the wooden door. Stairs led up, where the sun streamed in from an outer doorway. Stopping, I turned back and shut the door behind me. As I reached out for the doorknob, I spotted a faint green glow surrounding my hand. As I ascended the stairs, I stared at my hands. The more I looked, the easier it became to see the haze of green light. “Guys? I’m glowing. I think…” I stopped talking when I stepped into the sun. We had emerged from a small mausoleum in the center of the caretaker's cemetery. The surrounding garden was dead, black and decayed. “Oh…” My voice choked. Remembering the way it used to look, comparing it to now, made me want to cry. I used to have picnics with Grant’s family just a few yards away. “I guess we won’t be having any picnics.” “I know,” Grant said quietly. “I don't know what we’re going to do now.” I stepped through the tangled brambles to the bench in the middle of the garden. A thin, wilted tree slumped against the side of the bench, its dead branches splayed across the seat. I picked it up and moved it aside, then sat down with a sigh. No one said anything for a few moments. I looked up at Chris, who smiled down at me. Well, that was a good sign. “You’re tough, for a little guy.” The hell? “Little?” Chris laughed. “It’s so easy to get a rise out of you. Too easy.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows. He reached out and tapped the end of my nose. Grant rolled his eyes. “Gross.” I ignored Grant. “So, does this mean—” Grant let out a loud gasp and stepped back. He yanked on Chris’s arm, pulling him back. “What?” I followed Grant and Chris’s wide-eyed gazes, to the dead plant next to the bench. A single green bud had sprouted from one of the branches. With the caretaker dead, would the garden come back to life on its own? Gingerly, I lifted the branch. I felt it twitch against my palm as it began to thicken and grow. Another bud popped out of the branch, followed by another. The buds opened and leaves emerged. I could only laugh to myself as I watched the branch come to life, green light travelling from my hand, down the limb, and into the roots. Within moments, I was staring at a fully living rhododendron bush, bursting with clusters of pink flowers. I turned back to Grant and Chris to find them both on one knee, heads bowed, hands palm up. “Uh, what are you guys doing?” Chris wouldn’t look at me. In fact, he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Or maybe he’d just been kicked in the nuts when I wasn’t looking. Grant’s eyes flicked up for a split second. “You’re the new caretaker.” Damn.
  10. Rob Colton

    Chapter 6

    Using a dagger, Chris shoved the tip into the cuff around my wrist. With a sharp turn, the cuff snapped open and it fell to the floor. Before the metal even clanged onto the concrete, Chris was standing over me. He had his fighting stick, still painted neon blue like a lightsaber. “Touch him, and I will kill you,” Chris said through gritted teeth. “Though I may do that anyway.” In the corner cell, the lupoid had awoken. It shook off the dirt like a dog, snarling and slobbering as it clamored to get out of the locked cage. I heard Grant calling out my name from the open door the caretaker had come through. Just as he reached the bottom of the steps, the caretaker flicked his hand. The door slammed shut. Grant pounded on the door from the other side. “Hudson! Chris!” The caretaker clicked his tongue while slowly shaking his head. “My poor boy. You can’t kill me. You’ve sworn to protect me. And this.” He waved his finger above his head in a circle. “That was before.” Chris’s eyes narrowed. “When the circle and the garden flourished, before you turned and corrupted everything with your filth.” Garden? I remembered when we were younger going to family outings with Grant and his family. Many times we celebrated birthdays and anniversaries in this idyllic garden outside the city. Located next to an old church and small cemetery, the circular garden was beautiful—abundant with rich plant life, perpetually blooming flowers, birds, bees… Even the cemetery was well-tended. Each plot was covered in thick grass and the headstones were always adorned with fresh flowers. Nothing spooky here. A few years ago we stopped going. Was this basement under the church there? “You were like the boy I never had,” the caretaker said as he moved toward the pot on his workbench. The pot had split apart, its dirt overflowing the broken pieces. In the middle grew this black, twisted… cactus? I had no idea what it was. “I tried to tell you there was more out there. The order was holding you back. They still are.” “I saw what you did.” “If you only knew the power—” “Save it, Darth.” The caretaker slipped his hand into the dirt spilled from the pot. The prickly thing growing from it began to twitch and expand. One of the cactus arms extended outward, its end turning into a clawed hand. “Get your hand away from that,” Chris ordered. “And how will you stop me?” The caretaker waved his fingers and the iron cell door flew open. Without hesitating, the lupoid leapt at Chris. Chris snapped his pole, knocking the lupoid square on the chin. It quickly recovered and lunged again, swiping its deadly claws at Chris. He parried, then attacked back. While Chris was busy fending off the beast, the Caretaker concentrated on growing another beast in the dirt pot. The thing now had a head and two arms. If he kept it up, there would be two lupoids, and Chris wouldn’t be able to stop them both. The purple haze around the caretaker diminished as he worked. “Chris, the caretaker’s aura is weakening.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Chris grunted as he shoved his stick up between the lupoid’s legs, hitting its balls hard enough to make it yelp. “Kinda busy here.” The new lupoid was growing at a rapid pace. It now was fully developed from the waist up, and was growing bigger by the second. It clawed at the workstation, trying to pull itself free from the dirt. The caretaker’s aura pulsed and waned. He would soon need to… recharge? “What’s your problem, fuzzy nuts?” Chris mocked the lupoid. That only made it more angry. Chris cried out as one of the lupoid’s claws made contact with his chest. Chris countered with a kick, sending the lupoid thrashing against the wall. It quickly righted itself and charged. Stepping around Chris, I ran to the shelf and picked up the box. “Get back and call off your dog!” I shouted as I backed away, clutching the box to my chest. The caretaker’s eyes grew large. Enraged, he screamed, “Pet! Kill him! Now!” The snarling lupoid tried to leap over Chris, but Chris smacked the shit out of it with his lightsaber. “Run, Hudson!” he cried as he tried to push the beast away from me. Still locked out of the room, Grant pounded on the door to no avail, doubling his efforts after hearing the caretaker. Opening the box, I pulled the rotting root free, letting the box fall to the ground and shatter on the concrete floor. “No!” the caretaker shouted. Abandoning his task, he ran for me. I squeezed the root, wringing it with my hands. The smell of putrid decay slapped me in the face as black slime and wriggling worms seeped from the thing, oozing between my fingers. “Oh my god,” I cried as I choked back the bile rising in my throat. Using every ounce of strength I had in me, I broke the root into two. The caretaker sucked in a loud breath as his body contorted. The purple aura around him expanded in a burst bright enough to light the entire room. And then it was gone. The old man withered before my eyes as he fell on top of me, sending me to the ground. I tried to push him off me, but he was heavier than he looked, and now we were face to face. The caretaker’s eyes were clouded with cataracts. The scowl left his face as his features softened. He drew in a series of shallow breaths. The corner of his mouth turned up. He covered my face with his hands, holding me down with all of his weight. I couldn’t get free. It was dark. I couldn’t breathe. In the blackness, a green spark took shape. It grew until it became a blinding light.
  11. Rob Colton

    Chapter 5

    I opened my eyes, but all I could see was a haze of gray. My right arm burned, as if it was stabbed by a billion pins and needles. It took me a moment to realize I had a metal cuff around my wrist, which was connected by a heavy linked chain to a plate in the concrete floor. I was laying on said floor, which was freezing cold. I could feel the dampness of the concrete had saturated my clothing, and I shivered violently. The smell of mildew permeated the air, along with something that was familiar. It reminded me of the smell of the ground after a hard rain. Sliding the metal cuff a bit, I rubbed at my wrist. That only made the pain worse. I felt blood trickle down my arm as I reopened a wound. That fucking old man pierced my skin with his thumbnail. Gross. I blinked a few times, and scrubbed my fist across my eyes. I was in a basement—maybe not a basement, but definitely underground. On the opposite wall was a workbench with a small desk lamp that didn’t do much to illuminate the place. I could make out shelves filled with jars, bottles, and vials of various sizes. Something moved. It slinked closer and closer until it broke the haze. Chris. I pulled against the chain, trying to get closer to the big man. His handsome face, with a strong, stubbled jaw, and piercing eyes was just inches from me. But… weren’t Chris’s eyes green? “Get me out of here,” I whispered. “Before he comes back.” Chris leaned his head in closer and sniffed me. His lips curled in a snarl as a growl built in his chest. Instinctively, I pulled away. A quiet cackle emerged from the dark. “Young, feeble minds… so easily fooled,” the old man said as he walked to his bench. He flipped a switch, turning on a series of wall-mounted sconces. He didn’t even bother to turn around or look at me as he began fiddling with a clay pot of dirt. It was the old man who’d asked me for money. I’d fallen for his stupid trick, and now I was the caretaker’s prisoner. I turned back to Chris, only it wasn’t Chris. It was the lupoid. Screaming, I jerked away from the black furred beast. It pounced on top of me, covering me with its massive body. Its fetid breath was hot in my face as it used its muscled thighs to pry my legs apart. I kicked and yelled, hitting it with fists and knees, making contact anywhere I could. “Pet!” the old man shouted. “Not yet. Once we have dealt with the order, then you can have him.” Reluctantly, the lupoid backed away. Its dead eyes never left me as it skulked back to the corner, where a mound of black dirt sat inside an iron barred cell. The caretaker squatted down and pulled a small metal cage from under the work bench. I watched with revulsion as he freed a giant sewer rat from the cage. It protested violently as it was held upside down by a rear leg and examined. The lupoid moved from his cell. Drool spilled from its mouth as he swiped his tongue across his jowls. The old man glanced back at the lupoid. “This is not for you, pet.” Growling, the mindless animal disregarded the warning, and advanced anyway. The caretaker flicked his wrist and the beast tumbled backward as if struck by an invisible force. With a whine, it slinked back to its cell, burrowing until it was covered by the dirt, only its head visible. The caretaker waved his hand and the cell door slammed shut. He returned to his clay pot, and grabbed the squealing rat with both hands. With a quick wringing motion, the rat was silenced. Holding the rat above the pot, he bled every drop of blood into the pot, before finally burying the rat in the dirt. Holding both hands on the side of the pot, the caretaker began to chant. His head fell back as his words grew louder. I had no idea what he was saying, but something in my gut told me it was wrong. Tainted. The chanting stopped. Exhausted, the old man slumped forward. His chest heaved as he struggled to pull air into his lungs. His body trembled and shook, and he used the edges of the bench to slowly move to the shelf. In the center of the shelf was a box. The man opened it and pulled something out. It looked like a large root bulb of some kind, covered with dirt, dark and gnarled. I could smell its foul stench clear from the other side of the room. The caretaker scraped at it with his thumbnail, then began rubbing the root up and down his throat and chest. As he took deep breaths, the trembling gradually subsided. I had no idea what that crazy old fucker was doing, but I couldn’t look away. As he kept rubbing, a deep purple aura began to form around him. What the fuck? The caretaker placed the root back into the box. He stopped at the bench and stroked the side of the pot. “See you soon, pet.” Oh shit. Turning off the light, the caretaker left the room. A door slammed shut behind him and his footsteps faded away. The room was silent, but there was an odd sound coming from across the room. Crackling. Slithering. Snapping. I didn’t want to think about what was making it. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there on the floor, in the dark, but it had grown colder. My body shivered and my teeth chattered. Thank god the lupoid was still locked in its cage, snoring like it had the worst head cold in the history of… well, abominations grown in clay pots with tainted magic. A tiny click startled me awake. Laying perfectly still, I searched the darkness with my eyes. I could still hear the lupoid snoring, so it wasn’t him. The door slowly creaked open, and a figure slipped through. “Hudson?” it whispered. Chris. I wasn’t going to be fooled so easily this time. But then again, there was no aura around him, so maybe it wasn’t the caretaker. Taking a chance, I whispered back, “Chris? Between you and me, I think this is a trap.” “We gotta get you out of here.” The light clicked on. “Well, isn’t this touching?” the caretaker mocked with a cackle.
  12. Rob Colton

    Chapter 4

    I guess I didn't explain it too well... Chris is trained to protect the caretaker, but the caretaker has been corrupted by evil.
  13. Rob Colton

    Chapter 4

    “Chris? What are you doing?” The warble in my voice gave away how nervous I was. I felt the bed dip with Chris’s weight, and I was keenly aware of his closeness. I could feel the heat of his body. I could smell his odor, a combination of musk and sweat. He clearly hadn’t showered since the fight. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” That did not sound like Chris. “Did Grant send you in here?” “Yes.” “Figures.” “Look, both of us want you to be okay. But we also need to make sure the things you’ve seen are kept secret.” I sighed. “If I told anyone, they’d just think I was crazy.” “I know it’s a lot to digest. I’ve spent my life training. I was barely walking and I’d sworn an oath to guard the caretaker… to fulfill my family’s destiny.” Chris scoffed. “And for what? It’s all gone to shit now.” Chris sounded tired. I didn’t know what to say, and I was sure he didn’t want my pity. “Sorry.” Damn, that sounded lame. “I gave up everything, Hudson.” “Yeah. You could have had me,” I joked. Immediately regretting my words, I let out a nervous snort of laughter, while simultaneously praying Chris hadn’t heard me. Chris didn’t say a word. The prolonged silence quickly became awkward. I was about to get up when Chris moved. The weight of his body pushed me down, pinning me onto the mattress. I opened my mouth to speak, but Chris captured my lips with his. When his tongue pushed forward, I allowed him entry. Snaking my hands around his back, I pulled him down, wanting more of his weight on me. I’d wanted this for so long, I didn’t stop to think of the consequences. Chris pulled his head back. “I’ve never kissed anyone before,” he whispered. “Not like this.” “Me neither,” I answered back. “What a sad lot we are.” I laughed. “Yeah.” “Can I kiss you again?” I tilted my head up, answering him without words. Chris shifted, moving between my thighs, pushing them apart. He nipped at the soft skin under my ear, then began sucking. His beard stubble scraped my sensitive flesh. I moaned, writhing underneath him. I could feel Chris’s hard cock pushing into me as his hips rolled in a rhythmic motion. I moaned. “Oh god.” Pushing my hips up, I ground my hard-on into Chris. Even through our clothes, I could feel the heat of his erection against mine. Damn, he felt big. I wanted him so bad, without clothes. I wanted to touch him, to taste him. But I couldn’t stop myself. We kissed deeply as our movements became more frantic. His tongue pushed in and out of my mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips. I thrust back against Chris as he rubbed against me. “Chris,” I murmured against his lips. As I came undone beneath Chris’s thrusting body, he suddenly froze. With a stifled groan, his body shuddered. “That was—” “Wow.” We both spoke at the same time. Chris began to laugh lightly, and I joined him. Shifting his weight, Chris pulled back and moved from on top of me. “I should get cleaned up. I’m a mess.” “Me too.” * * * * Hefting my backpack further up onto my shoulder, I quickened my pace. I really wanted to get home before dark. It was bad enough it was misting outside, almost raining, but not quite. If I didn’t have an important test, I would have just skipped class. Maybe my professor would have given me an exemption for being chased by a hell hound, but something told me that wouldn’t go over so well. I should have just skipped regardless. With all that happened in the past couple days—being chased by a beast, making out with Chris—I wasn’t really able to concentrate anyway. “Brother, can you spare a dime?” The voice caught me off guard. Chris and Grant would cuss me out for not paying attention to my surroundings. A harmless old man sat on the street corner, his back against the building. Dressed in tattered rags, he held out his hand, palm side up, and it trembled uncontrollably from the strain of the stretch. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a wad of crumpled bills and some change. I gave the old man a sympathetic smile as I dropped the money into his open palm. The man turned his palm upside down, and the money dropped to the pavement. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull free, but his grip tightened and his fingernails dug into my skin. Pain like liquid fire radiated up my arm and my vision began to darken. As he yanked me forward, I screamed.
  14. Rob Colton

    Chapter 3

    I shuddered as a cold breeze flew up the back of my thighs and my ass. “Brr!” “We should get out of here,” Grant said. Chris nodded. “Agreed.” “Yeah,” I quickly agreed. “I’m freezing my ass off.” Not to mention, I was filthy—and the silence of the surrounding lupoid-infested woods was freaking me out. I reached back and grabbed the tattered Fred Flintstone costume and made another futile attempt to cover myself. Feeling self-conscious, I looked over at Chris, following his gaze to my backside. “Are you checking out my ass?” Grant scoffed. “Duh.” The end of Chris’s “lightsaber” smacked Grant in the back of the head. “Ow!” Grant tried to grab the saber from Chris, but the big guy was too quick. The wooden pole smacked the knuckles of Grant’s right hand. Grant yanked it back with a cry. “Ow!” “Knock it off,” I grumbled, moving between the two children. “Can we get out of here before that thing comes back?” “Here.” Chris shrugged off his outer robe, and I was taken aback by his display of chivalry. He tossed the robe at me and it smacked me in the face. “My hero,” I groused as I caught the robe before it fell to the ground. I pulled it on and started walking. I was proud of myself for ignoring how warm the robe was, and how good it smelled. * * * * Once we were back at mine and Grant’s apartment, I took a long, hot shower. As hot as I could stand it. Knowing that beast had marked me somehow, I used up half a bottle of shower gel and practically scrubbed off a layer of skin. The heat relaxed my muscles, though my scraped up and bruised knees were making themselves known more than ever. “Katniss.” I scoffed. I couldn’t help but pout as I toweled myself dry. “I’m Neo, if anybody. Or Master Chief…” When I looked at the empty bathroom counter, I cursed. In my haste to get to the bathroom, I didn’t bring a change of clothes. Securing the towel around my waist, I exited the bathroom. Grant and Chris were in the living room. They abruptly stopped talking. I noticed Chris’s eyes lingering on my nearly naked body. With a grunt and a scowl, he turned his attention back to Grant. Ass. But… That was the second time tonight I’d caught Chris Huntington checking me out. Was this something that happened frequently and I just never noticed? As intrigued I was by the attention, I was more concerned with the fact that a big furry monster was after me. Chris and Grant knew what was going on, and I wanted answers. That didn’t stop me from letting my towel drop a bit as I went into my bedroom to get dressed. When I returned, Grant was on the phone and Chris was picking at the paint on his broom handle. He wouldn’t look me in the eye. Pushing off the couch, Chris went to the kitchen and began rummaging through the cupboards. “Okay, bye.” Grant hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch next to him. “I updated Mom and Dad. They said to sit tight, and to be careful.” “Sit tight. Right. So, what’s after me?” I asked. “What the hell’s a lupoid?” “You saw it.” Chris popped a chip into his mouth. “If you forgot what it looked like, I can show you a picture.” “Maybe we could trap it and talk to it. If we get it to turn back, maybe we could reason with it. It could just be looking for its mate.” Grant rolled his eyes. “Someone’s been reading too many romance novels.” “It’s not a man,” Chris said with his mouth full. “It’s an abomination of the natural world, created from tainted soil with tainted magic.” “It guards the caretaker,” Grant added. “No thought, no emotion. Only instinct.” They’d mentioned the caretaker before. “And who is the caretaker?” “The caretaker is entrusted to protect the sacred circle of stones.” Chris snorted, his voice low and angry. “He’s become twisted and evil. He has tainted the circle with his filth. I told Aunt Norma he needed to be put down.” My mouth dropped open and I turned to Grant. “Wait. Your parents know about all this?” Grant shrugged. “Sure.” “Your mom, the sweetest lady on Earth? The one who just sent us a care package filled with homemade cookies?” Chris snorted as he flopped down onto the couch with a bag of chips. “Aunt Norma’s a regular Carol from Walking Dead. She runs the order.” “The order?” “The order was sworn to protect the caretaker. Until he turned dark.” I looked between Grant and Chris. Neither spoke. They sat quietly waiting for my reaction. “You’re both freaking crazy. I’m going to bed so I can wake up from this nightmare.” Turning on my heel, I returned to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. Not bothering to turn on the light, I sat down on my bed and sighed. I had no idea how to process what I’d seen, what I’d learned tonight. If I packed up my shit, I could be on the road in no time. I could get away from all of this mess. Three raps on my door pulled me from my thoughts. “Go away.” The door opened. A large body stood in the door frame, silhouetted by the hall light. Chris. He shut the door behind him with a click and the room went dark.
  15. Rob Colton

    Chapter 2

    The door shut with a bang behind me and an icy breeze swept up the back of my legs. I reached back and tugged down the hem of my tunic. I reeked of beer. Near the corner of the house was an outside faucet. Tucking the inflatable club between my legs, I bent down, turned the faucet on and rinsed the beer off my hands. Having no towel, I wiped them dry on my costume. As I stood, I wrapped my arms around my body. I felt the goose bumps rising on my skin. A gentle breeze wafted through the trees. The sounds of leaves rustling and crickets filled the night. The waxing moon hung high in the air. The milky way was visible in the sky, but clouds swiftly moved, partially obscuring the moon. I wondered if it was going to rain. Abruptly, the sounds stopped. Creepy. I cut my eyes toward the back door. Twigs snapped. Leaves crunched. I peered into the trees, but saw nothing. Just darkness. I was about to turn when the darkness shifted. The dark leapt from the trees, a large mass that landed in a crouch several feet in front of me. Startled, I let out a scream. The beast rose to stand on his two feet, and I realized it was a man. It was just a man. Two arms, two legs. “You scared me.” My voice shook and I instinctively took a step backward. He cocked his head to the side as he stepped closer. Moving from the shadows of the trees, the moon lit his features. His eyes were dark, hidden by a prominent brow. His hair was wild, with pointed ears peeking out the sides of his head. He sniffed the air with an elongated snout. He wore no clothes—his costume was completely covered in fur. It looked like he wore gloves and shoes that gave the appearance of hair, except for over-sized claws jutting from the tip of each digit. I let out a breath. It was just some dude in a werewolf costume. But… “My, what a realistic costume you have.” I chuckled nervously, feeling exceedingly awkward. I didn’t like being alone with him. He was creeping me out big time. I gripped the inflatable club, holding it tight in front of me with both fists. His eyes watched me like a predator. He opened his mouth, exposing pointed teeth. He tugged between his legs, drawing my gaze downward. The fucking costume was anatomically correct. Oh hell no! I drew in a breath and swung the bat as the monster advanced on me. The club hit his chest with a bop and bounced away. With a dismissive swipe of a hand, his claw pierced the toy, and it popped like a balloon. I threw the limp piece of vinyl to the ground. Before I could get away, the monster was on my back. I slammed face-first into the ground, and all of the air exited my body. My torso jerked as the wolfman yanked at my underwear and shredded the back of my tunic, exposing my ass to the night air. I dug into the dirt, clawing, trying to pull myself forward. Inhaling deeply, I tried to draw air into my lungs. The beast’s weight settled on me and I screamed. It came out as a hoarse croak. Oh god, I was going to die. Just like that guy from my biology class. Coughing and gasping for breath, I reached forward, trying to grab anything I could find. My fist slapped onto the toe of a leather boot. Looking up, I saw Chris brandishing his lightsaber… a.k.a., a painted mop handle. I tried to tell him to run, but nothing came out. Chris swung his saber and it connected with the monster with a sharp crack. The weight left my body as the thing roared in anger. I flipped onto my back and watched Chris battle the costumed beast. He swung over and over, connecting with the monster’s head and torso. It swatted at Chris futilely, growing more and more agitated every time it was blocked by Chris’s fist or the mop handle. The skill and strength with which Chris fought stunned me. He was obviously practiced in fighting this way. With a roundhouse kick, Chris connected with the thing’s chest, sending it backward onto the ground. The beast righted itself immediately. Chris advanced, pushing it backward into the trees. “Hudson!” Grant was suddenly at my side, crouched as if ready to pounce. Oh great. In addition to a Jedi master wannabe battling a psycho killer in a werewolf costume, I now had a psych major with delusions of grandeur coming to my rescue. A few after-school karate classes, and now Grant thinks he’s some kind of ninja. Chris emerged from the trees. Grant stood. “What was it?” “Lupoid,” Chris replied. “Shit,” Grant cursed. “Did you get it?” “No. Once we got under the tree cover, it turned and ran.” Grant began to pace. “What do you think it wanted with Hudson?” Chris shrugged. “What lupoids always want. To feed or fuck.” He glanced down at me, and his eyes roamed my body. I pushed myself onto all fours, then to my feet. As I stood, a wave of dizziness overtook me. A firm hand around my bicep steadied me. I looked up at Chris. “Thanks,” I croaked. This was as close to him as I’d ever been. But Chris wasn’t paying attention to me. “We should have taken out the caretaker before the super blood moon eclipse.” Grant sighed. “Well, hindsight and all.” He crinkled his nose as he looked in my direction. “It’ll be back.” Chris’s face scrunched in disgust as he let go of me. “Yeah. He’s been marked.” The fuck? These were not the guys I grew up with. I’d never in my life met the Jedi and ninja who talked so casually about caretakers and lupoids. I looked between Chris and Grant. “You guys are certifiable. You know that right? Wait a minute. Is this some elaborate Halloween trick?” Grant shook his head. “Sorry.” He turned back to Chris. “We can’t let the lupoid or the caretaker get Hudson.” I clucked my tongue and rolled my eyes. “What, so now you’re gonna tell me I’m like the chosen one, prophesized to save the world?” Grant snickered. “Sorry, Katniss. You’re just a piece of lupoid ass in this story.”
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