*** 11. Weird Reunion ***
Asscunt got nipple rings because Tyrant had gotten them too and wanted the gang's looks to match.
Jinx still didn't give in to the lips tatt so his calves remained blank. Tyrant kept trying to talk him into it, but not too hard. The vacuum freak was too useful to start a fight with him over nothing.
In order to "assassinate" the chief of a significant town, the gang moved their headquarters there.
This meant bringing four backpacks to Crimson and sleeping at the great hall there with all the other travelers who didn't want to spend bottle caps on a motel room.
After a few days, the boys knew chief D's routine.
In the morning, D fucked his sons.
When Crisis had still been with them, he had once complained that it was weird to assign boys to a random man who asked for a child once they were out of the vat. And apparently it was weird to call them father and son. Crisis had had a lot of strange complaints.
Maybe it was for the best he was with the Techno Vermin now.
After his morning fuck, D walked around town and looked what people needed. That part was never the same. Come midday he ate lunch with thug clone 69 near the gate and listened to the thug's news about who had dropped off what.
The current major project was the installation of highly advanced scanners. If anyone stepped over them without squatting for a scan, they would alert the guards – which meant 69.
The Silent feet would have liked to strike before those scanner went online since the chief didn't like getting too close to strangers.
Even in the evening when he visited the bath house, D kept his distance from anyone but the two men he fucked on alternating days. He was a man of habit.
"We gotta do it when he's sleepin'," Tyrant decided.
"Break in?" Bucket asked. "Is that safe?"
"Prolly not. Here's the plan..."
The city of red went to sleep. A civilian took 69's place at the gate and the chief retreated to his concrete residence.
The boys waited. Legstrong wasn't with them. Tyrant didn't trust him not to screw things up somehow. This meant Asscunt had to stand watch in a side alley.
That alley was the starting point for operation "tag D".
First the gang leader and his freaks climbed up onto a roof, then waited until nobody was nearby and jumped over onto the chief's house.
There was convenient access via the roof and there wouldn't be a scanner at the roof door. Tyrant opened the trap door. It wasn't even locked.
They climbed down a ladder into a lounge overlooking the town square at night.
The Silent Feet honored their gang name by getting to the chief's bedroom quietly. A curtain separated the mattress-filled room from the lounge.
Inside they found D, his two sons and another napping man, who they knew was the older son's boyfriend.
That older son had fallen sleep with his partner's dick in his mouth. It was a cute and romantic sight.
Tyrant pulled the tagger out.
"Jinx," he whispered. "Keep an eye out on the square. If anyone gets near the building, warn us."
Tyrant left Bucket at the curtain and tip toed around the room. He had to avoid stepping on the omnipresent mattresses or he might wake the sleepers.
The chief was first. Within seconds, D got tagged. He grunted in his sleep but that was his only reaction.
Chief Throatthrash had said he wanted to put the younger son on the top because he already had incriminating material about him. Apparently the younger son had managed to collect and shed a few drug habits and stolen money from Crimson's coffers to finance it.
Tyrant tagged the older son and his boyfriend, too. Because why not?
Then he slipped out of the room... And bumped right into 69.
"Oh shit," he whispered.
"Can yall tell me-" 69 started.
"Shush!" Tyrant made. "It's just a prank. I got a bet runnin', if I can break in or nah. I promise we took nothin'. You can look everywhere."
69 didn't alert the chief, so Tyrant dared to continue.
"Aight," said the leader. "You get a little share from the bet. It's not much, though."
69 stepped back, opening the way to the roof ladder. "And you really didn't steal anything?"
"Tell ya what, big guy. We're staying in town anyway. If somethin's missin', know where to find us."
It was enough to make the thug let them go. The clone immediately checked up on the chief's family but saw that everything was perfectly regular.
The punks got to leave.
It took almost a week of waiting until the robots of Fuck You found an opportunity to operate in secret. The boyfriend went missing first.
This prompted a search in which D and his sons joined in. That night, two more people were missing.
And the best part? 69 had been suspicious of them since the break-in and had stuck around to observe them. Therefore he could confirm they had been doing regular trash punk work around town at the times of the disappearances.
When the Silent Feet arrived at Shrine of Dick, chief Throatthrash had already used the situation.
With everybody in Crimson now being overprotective of the younger son, it was simple to make him the temporary chief of the red city. Throatthrash only had to use his influence to make the position permanent.
But the punks stayed out of this political intrigue. They just wanted to get paid.
Everything was going back to normal until...
"Where's Legstrong?" Bucket asked.
Asscunt looked behind him. The slave wasn't on either bike. They had been driving since morning without him. Legstrong had to be on the ground somewhere, getting choked and shocked since the collar triggered once removed the Tyrant's presence.
The gang leader laughed. "Took you a while. I left him back."
"Wow," said Jinx, who rode on Asscunt's backseat. "He's getting tortured just cause you left him behind. Ain't that illegal? They'll take him away from you."
Tyrant laughed again. "Didn't like him anymore. So I tagged him. He'll be sufferin' till night when the bots come out. He was no fun."
"No fun?" Jinx asked.
"Thought makin' him a slave would be interestin', but he just played along. Stayed quiet, kept his head low, stayed out of trouble. No fun. I want a new slave."
Asscunt sighed. "I'm gonna miss his legs."
Bucket frowned. "Do we need a new slave?"
"I say we do," Tyrant said. "Let's check by the auction next week."
Crimson had gone through a succession scramble but the frontier's slave auction happened no matter what.
The boys entered the tent late, with only minutes left to feel up and inspect the options. A few dozen boys and men in collars and chastity stood in rows. They were crying, trembling or stoic but the potential buyers all did their best to see how far they could push a slave in an hour.
"Fuck," Tyrant said. "The good ones are spoken for. Lucky we're lookin' for a bad one. I wanna get a slave with an attitude."
Bucket waved. "Yo let's check the prisoners."
They went to the back row, where every slave had a serial number on his forehead.
"Hoooly shiiit!" Tyrant groaned. "Look who we fuckin' got here."
Crisis stared up at the gang in horror.
The others protested that it was their money, too, but Tyrant ignored them and used the instant buy option to get Crisis before the slave even hit the auction.
Crisis got nipple rings and a code break. Tyrant was hugely amused when the slave protested getting tattooed, but the closed lips on his calves had to be.
"So..." Bucket said outside the auction house. "How did you end up here?"
Crisis glared at him. "I didn't like it much at the lair. Work was hard. The Techno Vermin put me on freak milking duty. We were all having this... weird orgy."
Tyrant didn't stop grinning. He loved being proven right.
"I was fine with it," Crisis told. "But the one man at the orgy rubbed his dick between my cheeks. Like, my ass cheeks. I didn't like that, so I shoved him off. And he just stuck his dick in!"
"What?" Asscunt interrupted. "Even though you shoved him off. Did he not get the message? How did you shove him?"
"Well, I pushed him away with my ass when he rubbed again it."
Asscunt frowned. "But poking your ass out when someone wants to enter means you accept. You just have to clench to say `no thanks'."
"H-how was I... supposed to know that?"
Tyrant laughed openly.
Bucket jumped in. "Did you not clear up the misunderstanding?"
"No, I just screamed and... like... flailed. I hit the freak and broke his nose. King had me arrested."
Tyrant was still chuckling when he asked, "And why'd ya choose to try the auction?"
"Work in the forge was too much. So hard and hot and everyone kept trying to finger my hole. And by the way they all were super lean muscly there, I could tell the routine wouldn't get easier."
Tyrant smiled. "Lemme ask, Crisis. What do you hate most about fuckin'?"
The slave pondered. "I mean, I really never want dick up my hole, ever. I think blowjobs are not that bad I just hate the cum in my mouth. And I've seen a lot of weird stuff like piss drinking that I really don't care for."
"You'll be swallowin' cum, takin' dick up the ass and lickin' piss and sweat every time I see an opportunity."
"But!"
Tyrant touched a place on the collar and the slave fell to the ground. He was gasping but got no air. His reddening face looked up in desperation when his crushed throat opened up again. The choking was replaced by shocks that had him screaming.
"Fuuuck! Ah! Stop it! Please I-" Back to choking. The shocking. "Hgrl- Ahhh! No, please this hurts to mu- glngh... Ahhhh! No please! Ahh-glrng... Ahhh!"
Tyrant stopped the torture. "So you're willin' to go along?"
"I... yes?"
"Good. Now we'll take turns breakin' your hole. You need to learn to open up a little. For all the dicks yet to come."
While they gang dragged Crisis back to the stronghold, they debated new names for him.
They settled on calling their slave Cocksnot.
Asscunt got to go first, gently opening Cocksnot's hole with his tongue, then fingers and then his dick. After finding a comfortable massage rhythm, Asscunt let the slave get used to the sensation – but not too much.
Then Tyrant spent the night showing Cocksnot how deep his hole could go and how hard two hips could meet.
Note: Are you happy to see Crisis again? Sorry, I mean Cocksnot. He's not happy to be back at all. Is Tyrant getting too mean? Someone might be starting to feel that way...
Chapter 12: Getting Freaky