*** 8. A Mix Up ***
For a long time, Tyrant had wanted revenge. And with the tagger, he finally saw a chance to get it.
But first the gang had to do good old trash punk work, delivering supplies.
Not only had the Techno Vermin become official, they had been joined by a few former Sunbreaker researchers who liked the idea of the gang life and wanted to enhance freak cum processing.
The Silent Feet arrived at the mostly finished dome in the tent city among ruins. There was more security now – more men with lion masks.
Tyrant waved over a guy with two rank stripes and told him to help his members grab food off the bike. Then he paid a visit to the armored tent.
Jinx wasn't there. Instead a muscle freak was getting milked. The insanely vascular, black eyed man - who rivaled any Big Bull but with impeccable, lean proportions - was plugged into the siphoning machine and got a slow anal massage by two Techno Vermin boys with a massive dildo.
"Yo where's Jinx?" Tyrant asked.
The boys shrugged. "After we found another freak, he wanted some time off. King didn't like it, because he'd rather have two freaks cumming at once. I think they had a fight."
"Jinx and King fell out?"
More shrugging.
Tyrant walked back to his gang to find Crisis absent. Even the other members didn't know where the boy had gone.
The leader and his remaining gang ran around the small settlement and eventually breached out into the surrounding ruins.
He bumped into Jinx who took a nap in a pile of dried grass.
"Yo Jinx, whatup?"
The boy with long chartreuse hair sat up and pulled his jock strap back into place. He fished a long grass blade out of his left nipple ring where it had gotten tangled.
"Whaddya want? I'm not a trash punk, I don't work for- Oh, you're Tyrant!"
"Yeah. What happened between you and King?"
Jinx sighed. "I've never been into edging. I liked that the Vermin need me. But then the muscle freak showed up and he loves getting edged into fucking oblivion. I just want to cum. I felt like... they can do without me."
Tyrant sat down on the ground. "They can always use more. If you need a break from their gang, you can hang with mine for a while. Haven't fucked a new ass in weeks."
"Thanks bro, but I already got that stupid Vermin tattoo on my abs. and the info on my barcode."
"My gang's tatts are on the calves. No overlap." Tyrant winked. He didn't really intend to recruit Jinx. Although...
"What's your power?" the leader asked.
Jinx opened his hand with the palm up. "I make vacuum."
A black hole formed above his hand and Tyrant felt the pull. It was a strong wind leading into the tiny black orb.
Then Jinx threw the dark sphere and it grew immensely. Leaves and dirt were sucked into the hovering portal. Then the wind grew to a hurricane and Tyrant had to lay flat to avoid sliding toward the opening. Entire rocks were sucked into darkness. Tyrant's ears rang.
The portal collapsed and so did Jinx, huffing heavily.
"Shit! Tyrant said. "That's powerful. Kinda loud, but... holy fuck."
Jinx grinned. "Pretty effective defense and prolly also offense. Never did much with it."
"If you wanna... I have big plans for my gang."
Crisis didn't need to be found because he returned on his own.
"Yo Tyrant," said the boy from the past. "I'm staying."
"What?"
"I'm joining the Techno Vermin."
"The fuck you will."
Crisis crossed his arms. "They're this close to discovering a way to give me freak powers."
"Yeah, I feel like they're going to be `this close' for a couple more years."
Crisis grunted. "You don't get it. I always dreamed of becoming a super hero."
"A what? Listen, powers aren't that great. Bucket's barely used his the whole month. They're nice to have, but that's a reason to keep a freak around, not to try join mad scientists."
"I'm staying and that's final."
Tyrant threw his hands in the air. "Aight. We'll take you back when you've come to your senses. But I'll have you take our gang tattoo when you want to rejoin."
Someone tapped him on the shoulder.
It was Jinx, grinning. "Yo! Looks like the Silent Feet just got a vacant spot."
Tyrant scowled. "If you want to join I insist you get our gang tatts."
Jinx hummed. "How bout a compromise. I get the ass raider signs on my chest and the back of my neck like you. That's not a commitment. Everyone can idolize a legend. I'll get the lips tatt if I like hanging with you guys."
"Aight, let's talk to King. Would you be ready to go back for a day of milking occasionally? Would make the switch a lot smoother if King still gets something out of it."
"Sure. A day of edging here or there isn't so bad."
"Welcome to the team."
Every kid knew three things about mutants. One: They were huge, ugly and hard to kill. Two: If you saw one, you ran. Three: They were almost extinct.
With the influence of civilization expanding, someone had to take care of the remaining mutants at the frontier.
It was exactly the dangerous task the Silent Feet needed to make a name for themselves.
On the route they had planned was a stop Tyrant liked especially – revenge, served icy cold.
Soon.
"Man that's a fucking scary cave," Jinx said.
"Just keep walkin', you limp dick." Tyrant shone his flashlight at the cave walls. There were green glowing excretions of mutants. That didn't mean there had to be a mutant nearby, though.
Something as big as the cave's width rose from the floor and groaned.
"Mutant!"
Bucket had his ice shards ready and fired. Every single shot appeared to miss the huge target in the darkness.
Tyrant fired his phaser. In the blinding flash, he saw that every ice shard had gotten stuck in the mutant's face – the creature had simply not reacted.
The mutant also didn't feel much of the phaser fire although it tumbled backward when its own flesh exploded into thick smoke.
Bucket shot another round of ice, right into that gaping wound where green blood oozed.
The mutant charged.
But Jinx had gotten enough time. "Get down!"
A portal of pure darkness flew over Tyrant's head. He pressed himself to the ground but was lifted by the suction anyway.
In his forward falling half-flight he watched the creature charge right into the vacuum and get its torso ripped apart.
Much of the mutant collapsed into the black hole before the singularity slammed shut with a deafening clap.
Tyrant fell and lost the phaser. Bucket rushed past him, grabbed the weapon and set it to `cut'.
While the leader was still struggling to his feet, the ice freak sliced the mutant's head off. Both so it wouldn't regenerate and to bring it to Deep Penetration as proof.
They left the cave into bright sunlight.
Asscunt was laying in his back atop the hover bike seat with his legs spread and fingered his hole.
"What the fuck?" Tyrant asked. "You're supposed to be ready to drive me out of here if things go wrong."
Asscunt spread his legs farther. "I heard the phaser and the vacuum portal. And neither of you were screaming. And then it was quiet. So I knew you made it. Fuck me already."
Tyrant pulled his pouch off, revealing a semi hard dick. "Or the silence could have meant we all died. Thought about that?"
Asscunt grinned. "You're right. I'd just have been fingering myself for a while with no pay off. Poor me."
Tyrant slapped his member's ass and shoved his dick in so hard it made Asscunt's grin go away. The gang's main bottom was going to think twice about disobeying orders next time.
On the other bike, Bucket played with Jinx' rings while Jinx jerked them both off.
With mutant number three taken care off, the next stop was where Tyrant had wanted to return to for years.
"Listen boys," the leader said and stroked his spiky, royal blue mohawk. "I told you I was leader of an unregistered gang before the frontier came to this area, right? The Bottom Dogs."
"Yeah," Asscunt said, between protein X bites.
"And I wanted my Bottom Dogs to go register and do good work instead of raid farms. But my most trusted friend convinced my boys to go nuts."
"A mutiny?" Jinx asked. He hadn't heard any of the story before.
"Yeah, they wanted to stay raiders. And we're getting' into their territory. I had seven good members followin' my orders. And Legstrong took'em from me. I want Legstrong gone. Yall with me?"
Notes: Will we ever see Crisis again? Yes we will. Can the gang defeat Legstrong? With jinx, they stand a chance. Will they fuck a lot? You bet.
Chapter 9: The Bottom Dogs