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Twenty-Two Change
Are you legally of an age you are permitted to read about sex, gay sex, kinky sex, or other ideas not consistent with a Hetero-Normative Judiciary? If not please go read Harry Potter, Ron will give you a few good laughs.
"AC/DC, do you want this to be just the pair of us or are you willing to have my soon to be husband with us?" I had the feeling from his reaction when Junior touched him that morning that he would definitely prefer us to be alone but I had to ask so that Junior didn't think it was me excluding him.
AC/DC had willingly stripped in front of the entire village and licked my cock so that everyone could see so when he responded shyly that, "I don't want anyone there when you take my butt hole for the first time."
The rest of the village had decided that the natives, ie: Henry Sr. and Jr., Thomas, Poloma and AC/DC should be allowed to determine if the boy was old enough. There was a quick vote that ended up four to one, Poloma thought they should protect AC/DC for a few more years. I hadn't been in the house where the decision was made but when I saw AC/DC rushing from the house with his grin spread wide I knew that the boy had prevailed. Although Junior wanted to be there along with me he had voted to allow the boy to make his own decision.
It was the first time that I had anyone knowing that I was going to be deflowering a boy so the impromptu ceremony was a shock. Henry gave the boy an adult loincloth, Thomas gave him a blue jar of lubricant that I knew would warm his hole even before my cock was inside him, Junior tied a string of metal corn cobs around his head and carefully arranged it to fall over his shoulder to his navel. Having already heard that Poloma was against what was going to happen I was really surprised when she asked me to come to where the gift giving was happening. She pulled a small cloth bag of crushed leaves from her leather sack, she crushed them further and poured a few ounces of alcohol over them.
The leaves turned from an ugly brownish gray to a throbbing pink. With her finger she pulled some of the leaves from the bottom of the glass and put it in AC/DC's mouth. She and the others touched the glass and handed it to me with the instructions I was to shake it up and drink every drop. Almost instantly I felt the blood flowing into my cock, if they had this strong a cure for a limp dick I hoped Poloma was around when I got old. I looked down and AC/DC's cock was straining to grow its full length.
Henry Senior put one of our hands on the other's cock and sent us off.
"Do you know what that was all about?"
"It was a strange version of what I had only seen after a wedding. A virgin's introduction to her husband's member."
It was almost cute that he had call my cock a member rather than cock or dick. I hoped neither he or the others thought I was taking AC/DC as my bride. I was still planning on marrying Junior as soon as his Father gave us permission. That AC /DC was being introduced to my cock was a ceremony that was a few hours late. "AC/DC, you know that I love Junior, right and that I am going to marry him soon?"
"I do. My father had four wives and a tribal elder for a husband. If you want you can have me as your wife and Junior as a husband." I saw that the boy had a lot to learn and the introduction he was going to have in my bed that night would only be a start.
I wasn't going to allow us to enter my house as equals. "Kneel in front of me."
I didn't need to tell him what was happening next. The little experience he had trying to take my cock into his mouth had given him the knowledge that what he wanted was the cum that would be shooting into his mouth. At first I thought he was going to try leaving me satisfied with licking the head but moments later he was forcing his mouth further down the shaft. When I hit the back of his throat I thought I had reached the limit for the first time but gagging he still tried to force his way down further. It might have only been an inch of cock that went into his throat but that he tried was an honor I wouldn't have expected from him without being told what to do.
"Lick my balls." He looked at me like he had never thought of such a thing but only a few moments later he was bathing my balls with his saliva and sucking it off by taking them into his mouth. He was undoubtedly enjoying doing what told.
"Lower." I didn't know what to think. He was sucking and licking my balls like he had been doing it all his life. What would he do as he worked his way down my taint? When he reached my asshole would he still lick? I had to think fast, would I tell him to lick my asshole or should I have him turn around and get his mouth back on my cock. I was getting ready to shoot and I definitely wanted to have him swallow all the cum I could give him that night.
"Go ahead, you can kiss it." I would have him working his tongue into me later, for now that was going to be enough. I stepped over him and pressed my cock to his lips. That is all it took for AC/DC to start working his mouth up and down my cock. If he hadn't been doing that before he had someone tell him what he was going to need to be doing. I had been excited long enough that it only took a couple minutes for me to fill his mouth with the first load of cum of many he would get that night.
I watched with a mixture of wonder and pride as he struggled to swallow every drop I shot in his mouth. With a quick squeeze of my balls I gave the awaited order."Lick the last of my cum off my cock."
When he finished I pulled him to his feet and stepping in front of him entered the house. Until we were inside I hadn't noticed that the boy had lost his first load sucking my cock. His cum was dripping down his leg. I reached down to scoop up a little bit of his cum and fed it to him. I scooped up a little more and wiped it on his asshole.
"Wet my finger." I had the tip of my finger on his lower lip. He seemed not to understand until I started to press in. As my finger touched his teeth he opened wide and sucked my finger in all the way. There had to have been a fair amount of cum still on my finger but that didn't stop him from doing as he had been told. When I took my finger out it was dripping, I pressed it to his asshole and Left the first digit sink in.
"Put your arms around my neck." I had reached down and was kissing him with his arms locked behind my neck. I easily picked him up, my finger sliding deeper into his asshole and carried him to the bathroom.
"AC/DC this isn't something that you will always need to do but I think you are going to have to give yourself an enema." The look of confusion on his face told me that he had never even heard of an enema let alone given himself one. For the next twenty or so minutes we cleaned his asshole out, I wouldn't normally have had him do that but my finger had felt the squishy waste that made me want him to clean out his asshole. It's not that I mind fucking a shitty asshole but he was going to have to suck my cock clean any number of time and I doubted he would be prepared to lick or suck off his own mushy shit. Through the entire cleaning his dick hadn't lost its firmness, just to get rid of the smell we showered before heading to the bed. I don't know why but I couldn't resist splashing his butt with a stream of piss while we were in the shower; even that didn't make him lose his erection although I'm not sure he understood what I had done. Was it the pink leaves or was he into everything I was showing him? My cock hadn't lost any of its hardness as I pissed on his butt or with a cold water rinse, I was beginning to worry about the drug Poloma had given us, know that being hard more than four hours was dangerous.
"Will I need to do that all the time?" AC/DC had looked ashamed at the amount of fluid that had exited him and at the stench. I had tried to let him know that unless he wasn't having regular BM's that doing what we had just done shouldn't be necessary and for the most part not even desirable. Sure my cock often hit the shit in my partner's ass but unless he was messy I didn't worry, he was the one that would be cleaning my cock after all.
I let AC/DC catch his breath and have his body catch up with his feelings. There was so much to teach him and only one night to share my bed alone. I started trying to tell him the things one man could do to another and he tried to follow my words by using his mouth anywhere I told him felt good and then did what I said until he had it mastered. I had never known that he was that quick to learn but he used his mouth and tongue to please me as if there would never be another chance.
He had cum the first time while sucking my cock, I was going to make sure that he knew what it felt like to have another man suck his cock before the possibility that he would cum while I fucked him. It was easy to take his entire cock in my mouth and hum a tune against the head of it while trying to get my lips down onto his balls. I played with him that way for a few minutes before actually sucking his cock. He had been writhing on the bed as I lipped his balls, once I started bobbing up and down he couldn't last a minute and gave me a load of cum that I thoroughly enjoyed; whether it was because it was teen cum or he just tasted that good I don't know but I knew I wanted more before the night was over.
Before I finished swallowing I crushed my mouth against his and shared the taste.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you?" It was only a rhetorical question but he felt the need to answer.
"Please." I explained the different positions that most people used while letting him know that riding another man's cock was usually the easiest way for a virgin to learn to take a cock while laying on your back would let the other man be in charge and fuck him any way he wanted and as hard as he wanted.
He spent longer greasing my cock than I thought was needed but I was happy to watch him getting used to the feel of it. When he asked me to move over so he could lay in the center of the bed I was happy to oblige. As I looked down I was pleased that AC/DC had chosen me to be the first man to enter his asshole. I played with his nipples for a few minutes, licked at his armpits and raised him high enough to lick the tip of his cock before I scooted up far enough that when I lowered him that my cock slid in an inch. The startled look on his face let me know that even though I had gone in so easy it hadn't been that easy on him.
"You don't have to do much, I want you to try to relax your asshole. Once you think you are starting to relax you need to push out like you are taking a dump; don't worry, you have nothing Left in you." It is always hard to stay in that single position while waiting for the virgin skewered on the tip of your cock to relax enough that you start to slide into him. He seemed to be having trouble. I had it done to me a number of times even though I was already relaxing, I turned my face to his Left foot and sucked in his big toe. AC/DC must be ticklish, he started to squirm and that let me slide in further, when I sucked in a second toe I slid in further and then suddenly I slammed the rest of the way into him and my pubes were squashed against his butt.
"Merciful gods in Heaven, the Virgin Mary, Trickster Coyote, Mother Earth and all that is Holy thank you for the cock in my butt hole." Like Junior, AC/DC repeated his blessing of the gods and spirits for the next half hour while I fucked his butt hole enough that he shot his third and fourth loads of cum onto his stomach and chest before I finally shot one full load deep into him.
"Don't ever take your cock out of me. Please. I have never felt so alive or so at one with my body. Can you fuck me again?" If it had been a year earlier I would have had no trouble giving him another half hour or fucking but even though I had been doing rehabilitation work every day I was tired.
"This time you need to ride me like a cowboy." The pink drink had not let my cock fade so if he wanted to have more of it, so be it."Once he found how easy it was for him to ride my cock while on his knees he couldn't stop smiling or jacking at his own dick. Not as heavy as Junior I found it pleasant for AC/DC to ride me, while he was too small to batter the girls we had awakened them and they kicked in concert with AC/DC. I thought of the number of times that Joey had sprayed cum and piss on me while I had been pregnant with his boys, what would that do or mean to the girls and Junior. Would there be a connection to AC/DC even though he wasn't their father?
"Try not to cum right now if you think you want to learn what it is like to fuck another man. I wasn't sure when Junior and I talked but I think you should get to learn what an asshole feels like clamping down on your dick."
"Do I lick your asshole first?"
"Have you been sneaking a peak at me having sex?"
"Yes. It will be tongue, fingers and dick. Right?"He hadn't stopped going up and down on my cock while we talked. Not only had he watched, it was obvious he had been listening to me.
"That's right. Are you ready to lick my asshole?" Looking straight in his face there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have him learn how to push his tongue into my asshole and make me happy.
"I've been ready for a year, ever since I watched Joey, Jesus and Tiffan lick it one after the other. You really look like you enjoyed that."
"If the man doing it can do it well I like nothing more. Nothing!"I almost fainted when I saw him touch his eyebrow with his tongue. If he was able to get that all the way in there was no way I wouldn't enjoy it. If he did I might have to renegotiate the sex outside of marriage that Junior and I were almost ready to finalize.
I was still sleeping when Junior pulled at my toes to get me to get up. I had AC/DC pinned with an arm and a leg, even if he had been awake he couldn't have gone anywhere.
"What?"
"Morning juice."I thought about going back to sleep but it struck me that if I did I would be hurting the man I love. As I rolled off AC/DC I slapped his butt hard enough to make him sit up.
"Get on the floor and let Junior give you your last lesson."I really hadn't planned on giving the boy a drink but I had slept for longer than normal and my bladder was full, so full that I thought it might be too much for just Junior. I was glad to feel that my cock wasn't as hard as it had been all night, after fucking AC/DC four times it had started to get sore. After I pissed I should find out how from him how hi asshole felt.
What AC/DC lacked in training he made up for in eagerness. Junior hadn't spilled any piss but AC/DC did let his chest be coated. I told Junior to take the boy into the bath and shower him. They came back to the bed with big smiles. "AC/DC, climb back up here, you too Junior. Tell Junior everything we did last night and how it made you feel."
I had greased myself while they were in the bath and once AC/DC was on the bed wrestled him on top so he once more was riding my cock, this time facing away. I pulled Junior close and kissed him while AC/DC started to recite all that had occurred last night starting with the way I had made him suck my cock before allowing him to enter the house. As he finished up with reminding Junior about the drink they had shared I felt him unload another youthful load on my leg. I held back from cumming, I hoped the next time I did it would be with Junior.
"What are you supposed to do now?"
"Lick it up."He was slowly trying to pull off my cock.
"And then?"He hadn't yet touched his tongue to the cum on my leg but I wanted Junior to hear what he would be doing.
"Lick your cock clean." There wasn't the slightest sound of disgust to his voice at the thought of sucking a cock that had been in his asshole.
"Looks like you did a little more than just teach him about sex."Junior sounded impressed with the way the boy was behaving.
"Well, I thought we might want him to join us once in a while and if he did he should be trained to do things the way I like them done." Then I whispered in his ear, "just wait until he gets his tongue in your ass, you may not want him to leave our bed. Maybe we should have asked your father to give him to us as our "pony price"." I had thought Franco should be turned into a slave but if I had been with anyone that I thought should be my sex slave, AC/DC filled the niche the best.
"My father would be agreeable to give AC/DC to us as a slave. Adopting him into the tribe could be put off until the boy serves the time the Chief demands. We wouldn't actually own him, but he would be indebted to us and required to do as we demanded."
I had known the Choctaw had a legacy of owning slaves. I thought they had denounced the practice just as the rest of the nation had after the end of the Civil War but Junior was hinting that not all forms of slavery had been abolished. I wondered if having AC/DC as a part of our household could be the way two more children could be incorporated into our daily life. Tiffan was stretching himself to the maximum with his duties as a teacher, Joey had already given me the feeling he wouldn't be welcoming the girls and Franco could help but was did not have the initiative to run the household.
"Your Father is going to be pushed to his limits of cooperation if we make this request of him over and above the "Pony price"."
"Would it have to be over the price? We could allow him to give us AC/DC instead of what we have asked." I didn't know what to think, Junior had watched AC/DC but had as yet not touched the boy or had him touch any part of his body. Was he trying to please me? Giving me a wedding gift that there was no other way the village would approve? It had been a split decision about allowing me to deflower him.
"Junior, when you first touched him outside the door to the house on the other level he seemed to be in fear of you. I understand that slavery doesn't normally involve the slave approving of being 'owned' but I think we need to ask the boy if he approves. Let's wait on that until you see how well he learned his lessons last night.
"AC/DC, suck Junior's cock." He moved from licking my cock clean between Junior's legs and had most of his cock in his mouth in record time. I watched for a few minutes then moved around so I was able to finger the boy's butt hole. He began bucking between the pair of us quickly draining the cum from Junior's balls.
"AC/DC, it is time to lick my asshole again." The boy had my legs in the air and was attacking my asshole eagerly as soon as I finished talking. Junior sat up to see if what I had said about him was even possible.
"Roger, he has at least two inches of tongue in your asshole. It's my turn." Junior laid right beside me and held his legs over his head.
"AC/DC, show Junior what you learned last night." If there was any fear of Junior still in his head I wasn't seeing it. My husband to be rolled towards me and attacked my mouth. After a few minutes I moved AC/DC's face back to my ass. My tongue would have been worn out, he went back and forth between our assholes until we both shot a load of cum on our chest. As soon as our legs dropped to the mattress he was over us licking up his new favorite treat, cum. He barely had Junior's stomach clean and had started on mine when he shot another load straight at my asshole.
"Junior, want to see how good he tastes?"I knew there was not much chance that he would pass on an opportunity to get his tongue in my asshole.
The three of us met Thomas at the normal spot we had been using for the story telling. Before anyone else had the chance to speak he had me tell the Apache story Henry Sr. had taught me the previous day. As I repeated the story of the three men spying on the giant not only did Jude join us but most of the other children that had been playing with Ton and Dana.
"Roger, why don't you start from the beginning so that all the children learn my Father's heritage." Thomas was the only one there wearing any clothing, he looked around at all the naked children and decided that if Junior and I were able to not wear clothing among the children that there was no reason for him to wear shirt and pants. He didn't strip completely naked but sitting in only his underwear he looked much more comfortable than he had any of the days he had tried teaching me the Choctaw legends.
"Run along, children." Henry Sr. was trying to have all the little ones leave us in peace but he wasn't having any luck. I thought about intervening and telling my boys to leave knowing the others would likely follow but Junior stopped me as soon as I started to talk. I guess it was supposed to be a show of his superiority as the chief but the children wanted to stay with us and nothing he said made them move off. I motioned AC/DC to my side and whispered for him to pick up the twins and take them to the other side of the field. Jude tried to stay but I gave him a light swat on his butt. Five minutes later AC/DC was back laying in front of Junior and I with his butt enticingly in the air.
"Thomas, Junior, Roger, I have talked with Dr. Rhoda and Poloma. They both agree that it would not be a good idea for Roger to spend time in the Sweat Lodge. As I understand it, the girls are at a delicate time and having their temperature rise may cause a premature birth. I want grandchildren and Junior I know you are overjoyed at becoming a father yourself. Poloma and I have been recounting all the medicine lore we know and have decided that we have found a way to follow Dr. Rhoda's advice.
"I don't wish to put off the adoption ceremony so we have been trying to devise a ceremony of other cleansings that will not be as hard on the children There is a series of cleanings that will require Roger to go through four days of rituals outside of the sweat lodge with a final fifteen minutes spent inside. Tiffan will still attend that part of the ceremony as a medical adviser to rush you from the sweat lodge if necessary. Roger if you have even the slightest twinge while in the lodge you have to get out, we will not be seen as the murderers of your children."
That could have been taken the wrong way but I understood that not only did he want the tribe to be part of the village but also would not want to be the cause of his own grandchildren's death.
"AC/DC, I'm afraid with the change in the ceremony there will be no need of your assistance. You may leave my family at this time ."
"Father. My husband and I would like you to consider giving the boy to us until the time you think he is to be adopted as a Choctaw."
"He is to be your maid?" Henry was still having trouble understanding the sexual congress in our hose but this was as much as he would need to know.
"We hope to have him take the place of the first wife. Since neither my husband to be nor I are feminine we will need someone to care for our girls. He won't be able to nurse them but AC/DC will sleep at the foot of our bed and take on the duties of a mother and wife." I wasn't sure he should have added the last part but since AC/DC was going to have to agree to the arrangement I supposed it was a good idea after all.
"Marry him."
"We may, but for now and the next four years we wish him to learn from us and decide if at the time you wish to adopt him into the tribe if he wishes to remain in our house." I had my doubts that the boy was going to stay with us for the rest of his life but he had the makings of a good slave and I was feeling like I wanted to train a new slave, it had been too many years.
"You want the boy and the Pony Price?"
"Father, that is your decision. If you only wish to give us the boy we will be satisfied at your generosity. If you wish to still pay the Pony Price all will know you as a man of his word and a chief to be revered." Kiss ass. I didn't remember ever hearing Junior talk that way to his Father and had a difficult time not chuckling.
"The cleansing ceremonies will begin in three days. Dr. Rhoda wants Roger to report to the med center as soon as we are done here for tests to see if he is fit to go through the ceremonies. Are there any further questions?
"Come with me and we will talk on the way to the med center." I generally didn't like spending time alone with Henry Sr. but given no choice I stood and walked towards the med center with the man.
"What?"
"There are three people showing up on the monitors waving at the village. They look like they want to be let in." Jeff had been in the security room attempting to re-establish contact with the overhead satellite that hadn't given us any hope of other survivors than the wolves and alligators.
"Do they look dangerous?"
"They aren't carrying visible weapons."
"Do we have any idea who they might be?"
"No, but they each are holding up a sign. One says Portugal, one Italy and the last one Spain."
"Jeff, is the decontamination area operational? You know if they have traveled from that part of the world they have to have come through areas that are contaminated with radiation." Noel and I had determined that there was little advantage in allowing anyone that came from the contaminated parts of the world to join us. Even after his death I was thinking the same but would defer to the doctor and Jeff if they thought it possible to decontaminate the three people from the outside world.
"They look like they are wearing a solid suit, much like the ones that Nasa had built for the construction crews on the moon. In addition to all the other requirements those suits were to protect from radiation emitted from sun bursts and other radiation flowing around the universe."
"Are the outdoor speakers active? We wouldn't want them trying to break into the village." If we were going to get them inside it should be before the sun started to set, we had been seeing more wolves every week and expected another attack soon.
Word had spread through the village rapidly that there were humans outside of the walls that wanted to contact us. I asked Isabella and Lucia to attempt telling the visitors that we would have the decontamination area set to shower them as quickly as possible. There were on the opposite side of the village from the hidden doorway so they were instructed to circle the village until they arrived where they were able to see the entirety of the clear covering of the play fields.
Most of the villagers weren't willing to stick around to eat their mid-day meal so Joey had sent them off with plates that were unbreakable and tumblers that were hot/cold insulated. Jeff had Franco, Hieronymus and Karen in the decontamination room cleaning the detritus from construction away and checking to be sure the chemicals were stocked and properly connected to the multitude of hoses in each station, The radiation level outside the village walls was high enough that nothing the three had with them could be brought in with them. I have to admit they looked more like aliens than the pony sized wolves.
"Roger, you and I and any others that may be pregnant need to stay away from the decontamination room until the readings fall to normal. I know you are anxious to learn about the rest of the world and their journey here but until its safe its best we wait."
"A greeting party of Jeff, Joey and Karen?"
"That should work, those men don't want to become fathers again and Karen would prefer not to have anymore children. I can neuter Jeff and Karen before they are capable of having deformed children."I wondered what had changed her mind on that subject but was please to hear she would accede to their wishes if it meant the health of the children.
"Not kids with super-powers?"
"Have you been reading science-fiction again?"She laughed at me.
"No, Franco had a Spiderman marathon on the video wall last week. Most of what he showed the kids was at least fifty or sixty years old. They were loving it, yelling and shouting all evening; they were making so much noise that Tiffan asked me to come up and quiet them down. You know how much I love Sci/Fi, I got down on the floor with them and was probably just as bad as Ton and Dana." I especially loved the latest show he played, it had a Spiderman that looked like Jesus.
"At least the village builders had thought about the loss of gold and titanium as a possibility. Having the old fashion Geiger counters available is great. They are as accurate as some of the more modern equipment and they all work. We'll have to check all the exterior gauges before we open the doors. I'm not certain how the room was built to work, but if necessary we will need to dispose of the clothing and vent the air someway."
"Noel thought the room was the most up to date he had seen. It is set to work as well as the rooms he had gone through at the Nuclear plant when switching it from man power to robots. There are both disposal bins and a small dressing room for one at a time to be checked for residual radiation before the door opens to allow the person into the waiting room. We have everything ready to work.
"Ready to meet some new people?" The designer of the decontamination room must have been a pervert. Okay, like me. We were able to watch Italy and Spain enter the room and begin stripping off the hard suits. I wondered if they weren't stinking inside, the man and woman looked like they hadn't bathed or showered in months. As the filth began to disappear under the first shower and they moved to the follow up it was evident that they were of Mediterranean origins, neither were that tall but they were well proportioned. The suits had done the job they were built to do and the man and woman were healthy although they both looked on the lean side.
The single man had stood outside waiting while the couple had been decontaminated. That wasn't due to any male/female interact due to nudity, the room only accommodated two people at a time. Robes had been provided for the pair to don in the dressing room. The single man was a little taller than the earlier pair, maybe 5' 9"tall and clearly Italian. I don't know how my mother had known but she had told me long before she knew I was gay about Italian men having long stout dicks. (Had she whored around before marrying my father?) His nicely formed cock assured me that he would have some of the men and women chasing after him, I hoped he had a sense of what he liked and did not have a need to cause others to feel bad about not being interested.
"Had you heard about the recent surge in pan sexuality in Europe? It would be nice if these immigrants brought some of that with them."
"Rhoda are you saying you would like to have a bout of lovemaking with that woman?" I knew she had Lesbian tendencies but I had never heard that she had spent more than a minimal amount of time with Karen who had often let me know that she wished there were more outlets for her that didn't involve one of the men. It was the first time I had come out and asked her anything like that.
"You wouldn't like to take that last man to bed? I could see you trying to get a good look at his butt. I can't see you or any of the guys turning down that cock." She was right, I had been trying to get a good look at the lean but cute butt on the man. He didn't have so much dick that I would endanger what I was getting by letting him fuck me but he had a solid nine inches, he had popped a boner as soon as his skin could breath.
"If he wants to get with me he is going to need to find a laser razor and spend an hour in the restroom cleaning up his entire body. Not that I am into hairless bodies, but I really don't have a feel for men that have as much hair as a gorilla." It was hard to tell how muscular or lean he might be he was so covered with dark hair. I felt like telling him there was a razor attached to the wall in the first restroom he would find on his way out of the waiting room to the Med center. I let Dr. Rhoda talk to him about the issue, we had learned that hair had a tendency to clog up the air filters..
It was nearly an hour later that the three of them were once again together. One by one they had followed Rhoda to the Med center to have an examination. We weren't only worried about what they might bring to the village but we needed to know what they would be capable of doing? Ie: physical labor or paper pushing?
Like every other meeting between strangers since the May 1st attack the topic of survival was the first subject discussed after names were exchanged. Nino, Chick and Maria had been at a Maserati plant in Modena, Italy working on a prototype of an engine that the company hoped to sell to France for its underwater transports. The trio had been fastening the engine inside a tank that would be filled with water when they were finished. They had entered the tank from a overhead tube that automatically closed when weight was removed from the ladder that lead to the bottom of the tank and would open as soon as weight was directly returned to the lowest step.
A month before the attack they had blown up a different tank so the one there were attempting to use had been specially reinforced. The engine was manufactured to produce 960 horsepower of turbo exhaust that could propel anything underwater for an indefinite distance. The engine ran by breaking down salt water. They didn't know about anything happening outside of the tank, when they went to climb out they were greeted by nothing. No electric, no humans, no cats or rats, nothing was moving.
For more than a year they thought they were the only humans alive. Chick and Maria had both been married with children and much of the first year had spent time mourning their losses. Nino was related to the owner of the plant, his hydro-logical engineering degree had entitled him the opportunity to work with the pair that had been in on the development of the engine from plans he had sent home to his father from MIT four years earlier. He had spent many hours in the plant as he grew up so there was nothing the pair was doing that he had either not seen or done.
Much of his time the ten months prior to the attack had been getting salt water flowing from the Ligurian Sea over the mountains to Modena so as the engine broke down the salt water there was adequate to continue testing the engine. That had been such an expensive project that the stockholders had attempted to convince his father that they would be better off building a sea side plant but he had been determined to have Modena be the home to the new technology he was sure would transform ocean going.
Once they were out of the tank they knew there was no way to test the engine in Modena. Nino was surprised the others wanted to continue working. As soon as the worst of their grieving was finished they rebuilt a large military truck that had been deep in the parking lot. He thought the truck must have been there since shortly after WWII, there were still anti Mussolini stickers plastered on the dashboard. They chose the truck once they learned that all the computers were no longer working on any vehicle built after the 1960's. It had taken the trio more than a month to get the truck to where it could haul the engine.
In many ways they were idealists as much as engineers. They arrived in Genoa without any idea of what type of ship or boat they could power with the untested engine. Nino had been thinking the engine would only be ready to use on submersibles but there were none of them in the ports to refit. Maria had talked them into trying a smaller yacht that was anchored in the bay. Nino had swam to the yacht and unable to get it running had swam back to the docks hoping to find the right batteries in a nearby shop. They gave up on that idea and began the work necessary to refit an older looking yacht that had a name that Nino seemed to remember but until the last day they were working in the engine room had trouble enunciating.
The yacht had been given to his Grandmother as a wedding present from her Uncle. She had willed it to his cousin, a wanna be designer, that was working out of Genoa but wasn't making it well enough to afford both a shop and a home. Estella had moved onto the yacht when his Grandmother had been moved to a nursing home late in her life. The grandmother had thought of Estella much like a daughter since the girl's parents had died and Left the girl in her care from the time she was ten years old.
The trio had been attempting to catch any radio signals every evening sometimes for hours on end. Somehow they were fortunate enough to catch the signal from the Nasa satellite that Jeff and Hieronymus had activated. The first time they knew about the signal they only were able to listen to the audio which didn't give them much more than the depressing news that the Earth seemed not to have any people Left. (I had heard that audio, every fifteen minutes repeating that no humans had been located.) They had managed to rewire a monitor to work by the second time the had the signal connected and saw the devastation and alligators. Chick had worked day and night to reconfigure the equipment he was able to find so they were able to find the general area where the signal that had activated the satellites had originated.
With no navigational experience the journey from Europe to America and the Gulf Coast had taken them longer than it had taken the first sailors to circumnavigate the Earth. Somewhere along the Florida coast they had found drones that were functional once powered up by battery. Using the drones as guides they followed the coast until they reached the Ship Channel leading to Houston. They hated leaving their home for the last few years but wanted to find more human life more.
Nino had thought of the trip as an adventure bugging the Hell out of the other pair. They had found themselves getting closer and closer, they were maybe a hundred miles north of the ship they had deserted when Maria announced she was pregnant. After that point they rode bicycles and pushed themselves to get to the village. They hadn't thought there would be the need for weapons so the first time they saw the wolves they armed themselves with torches with fire. It had chased the wolves but from that time until they reached the blockaded road they saw them every night.
Chick was interested in the wolves and asked if the wolves in America were always that huge. We had trouble getting him convinced that they were not Earthly wolves but an Alien life form. When Rhoda showed them the DNA evidence they gave thanks to their Catholic God they were able to travel half way across the planet without being attacked. As engineers they were aware of the loss of gold, silver and titanium and once told that we had been using a carbonite material when we could thought of many possibilities. I didn't show them the cans of gold I had mined but thought they might be the ones that could make it useful since it would need purified.
A few hours after their arrival the village had agreed they could stay. As we started to assign them a house Nino requested that he be allowed to live separate for the other two. He said that spending four years with them day and night had been enough, he wanted to have some time away from them. There are enough unoccupied houses that I didn't see that would be a problem. I was hugging Junior after leaving Nino at a house that was at least four down the aisle from where we were living, Nino came barging out of the house and asked if what we were doing was allowed in the village.
I explained to him that sex between men was not looked upon negatively in the village, I didn't tell him that almost everyone of the men had at the very least a blow job from another man. If he or his friends were going to be having a problem with that we might have to rethink accepting them as new members. He was quick to explain that none of them were going to be upset, although Maria was carrying Chick's child all three of them enjoyed sex in every possible way. He tried to get us to take him to bed with him that night but I had already promised AC/DC he could come with us.
When asked if he had been interested in either Joey or Tiffan he tore off the clothing he had on and yelled out for Joey to join us on the stoop.
"I was almost asleep, what's up?" Half asleep he is even better looking than when he is wide awake and smiling.
"This man wants to get in bed with you." Joey's eyes opened the rest of the way, he had been closer to sleep than I would have guessed. He hadn't grabbed any clothing on his way from the bed to the door and standing in front of Nino his cock started to stretch out.
"Is that what you want, Nino?" He was eagerly nodding his head.
"Joey? Do you fuck?"
"Every chance I get. Here or your house?"I should have thought about the fact that he hadn't had the chance to fuck in a while, I knew Tiffan had been holding out with the hope they could form a better partnershipo.
"My place. It is great to say that after four years. Let's go to MY bed."
"I'll get some lube, I don't think we stocked any in that house." A few minutes later they were walking back to the house assigned to Nino hungry hands getting at hard cocks and hopeful asses. I hoped Joey had him use a laser razor before he showed up without a shirt again.
AC/DC had the bed turned down far enough that Junior and I were able to sit on sheets, not the cover that kept the bed at a constant temperature. Without being told to do anything the boy bent over and slowly sucked at our toes and kissed the arches on our feet. We were both standing fully erect when he raised his head.
"May I speak?"
"Of course you may."
"Chief Henry says I must ask before talking. Are you truly going to allow me to stay with you? I will lick both of your asses every day if it is true. I have always thought of you as the man that I should belong to. My grandfather knew that I wanted to be with a man, he told me there would be different ways it would be possible. As he went through all the ways he knew, I knew that I wanted to be owned and when I heard you talking to Chief Henry about that possibility my heart swelled. Has he given me to you as your possession?"
"AC/DC, what do you think that means?"
"I know it means you can do anything you want to me sexually. I know I have to keep your house the way you want it to be. As your slave I will be the one to take care of your children but will not be allowed to discipline them. I will be expected to do whatever you ask of me and to do it immediately."
"If Junior or I tell you to do something you don't want to do?"I thought it should be addressed as soon as we could.
"My desire to do or not means nothing if you allow me to come live here as your slave. I would be here to do as you want. If I don't make you happy then you would be allowed to beat me or punish me however you thought I deserve."
"Who has been telling you about being a slave?"What he was describing was not the traditional slave role in a Choctaw tribe so I couldn't imagine that Henry or Thomas had told him what he was to do.
"Franco. I saw you treated him differently than the other men that live with you. I didn't know if that meant he was your slave but I risked asking him about it."
"What if one of us whips you?"I was pinching his left nipple so hard he was having trouble not screaming.
"I'll do better." It came out as a gasp.
"If we shit in your mouth?"The idea obviously had never crossed his mind. I'm sure his tongue had already licked a turd so what if one of us wanted to go further? Not that I thought it would be me but I might some day want to go there.
"I'll eat it if that's what you tell me to do." He answered me weakly with a tear slipping down his cheek. He might be thinking that being my slave was not all sprinkles and rainbows.
"Some slave owners put their slave's cock in a metal cage so that only their own pleasure is thought about by the slave, that would mean you don't get to cum unless we unlocked the cage and if you did you would get punished. Other slave owners cut off their slave's balls, some put in glass balls other sew the sack up empty. There are times when a slave owner will stick a plug in his slave's asshole to hold in piss or cum." I knew I hadn't asked a question but I waited for him to respond.
"If that is what you want, I will live without my balls or with my cock caged. I am willing to have to do whatever you tell me, sir." Finally the right word.
"Junior, there should be some cock rings in that case. Let's see if we can find one that fits, AC/DC. Then while he's licking our assholes we need to think up a good name for him, using AC/DC is a pain."I could barely believe that he had a smile on his face after what I had said but who knew what the future might hold. What I did know was that for the rest of the night AC/DC had one job and that was to lick out our assholes, If either Junior or I needed to cum that would be reserved for the other. If AC/DC shot a load I would expect him to lick it up even as good as he tasted.
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