*** 2. Jolly Fighting ***
There was a bounty on catching intruders. NewLaw took Cypher's secret location seriously.
With a bag full of currency, the trio of a twink freak and a muscle freak plus their buff non-freak friend spent their days doing deliveries all across the islands little settlements and inside its one major city.
The second most noteworthy place was Veil Shore – the island's only official harbor.
Cumshot stepped onto the wooden pathways, zig-zagging across the water. Most of Veil Shore was half floating on the ocean.
"There's the ship," he said. It was bigger than the little fishing boats all over the place. "Let's go. Doc Kay said we need to be quick."
The ship's captain was a sexy man with ear studs wearing leather shorts. He had his turquoise mohawk in a braid past his shoulders.
"Yo," Cumshot said. "We're trash punks. You got a delivery for Doc Kay?"
"Yeah, I have... Uh... Dumbfuck, is that you?"
The slave laughed. "Fuck yeah. Never thought I'd see you again. Boys, this is Perk, my first owner. And Perk, those kids are my new owners."
The captain hopped off his ship and he and the slave made out sloppily.
"Not to interrupt," Xyz said, "but if you two are friends, could we get a discount for a trip to the mainland?"
Perk broke away, still tightly hugged by the veiny, bulging arms of the strength freak. "Fuck yeah, I'll do it for free. But I'm leaving soon, so..."
"Right," Xyz said. "Cumshot, get the delivery to the Doc. I'll talk to NewLaw people about leaving. I think we've proven ourselves enough."
As Xyz raced back to the capital, Cumshot stepped onto the large, cargo-filled boat Perk owned. "So, which one's for us?"
Perk pointed. "The container. Everything else is for other places on my route. They don't usually let randos go to Cypher, but my cargo was too important."
"Why, what's in there?" Cumshot said and grabbed the lid to lift the metal crate. It was icy cold. To his surprise, it detached and he got to look inside.
"Fuck. Is that a dead animal?" The lump of flesh was almost shaped like... "Is that a head?"
"A severed head," Perk said.
"Yeah no, I figured it had a body once. But... it's so big... Wait..."
"A mutant," Perk confirmed. "Shooting those huge monsters in the head is the only reliable way to kill one so getting a hold of a brain is a hassle."
No wonder the scientists were interested. Cumshot put the lid back on and decided it was the slave's duty to carry the box.
With Dumbfuck behind him, Cumshot was completely shielded from the sun. It was amazing how big even a teen strength freak could already be.
The Sunbreaker Syndicate had its hands in all sorts of science. The building of metal and concrete halfway up the mountain hummed with strange vibrations.
A guy in a lab coat stepped up to Cumshot and Dumbfuck before they were past the lobby. "Yo, trash punks! Did you stay quiet?"
"Yeah doc, no one knows there's a mutant head in here."
"Shush!" Doc Kay said and looked around even though the only people in the building were other scientists and their slaves. "People could get... nervous. Up the stairs, shove it in the freezer in the first room to the left."
Dumbfuck walked to the stairs.
"So if I come back here," Cumshot said with a grin, "the place will be infested with monsters, right?"
"Very funny, bitch boy," Doc Kay said. "Not all mutants can regenerate and usually it takes a little more than the head. Keep your mouth shut though."
"Will do. But I'm leaving the island anyway."
"Get going then, punk."
Perk kept his promise of transporting them for free so the trash punks blew their money on food and Hydro-Cola in Veil Shore.
As soon as they had left port, the captain pushed Dumbfuck on his back and pile drove the massive boy. This left the ship moving at a snail's pace, so the two trash punks had time to watch the docks grow smaller.
"Crazy to think," Xyz said, "you've never been anywhere else. Hey, know where we're going?"
Cumshot turned to the fucking couple and spoke over the noise of motor and sex. "Yo Perk, where're we headed?"
Perk stopped kissing the slave's nipples. "That's captain Perk to you and we're going to Lightboon."
No more information was going to come from him because his eyes rolled back into his head as if he was shooting his load into Dumbfuck but he didn't stop humping, so clearly he wasn't done yet.
Cumshot turned to the other punk. "Huh?"
"You know I'm a Buster, right?" Xyz said. "My tribe lives in Darkbane. Right up on the coast, almost in sight, is Lightboon. The fuckers there are, like, our mortal enemies."
"You're exaggerating."
"Yeah, a bit. Let's call it a friendly rivalry. They think they're so great with their train station and harbor. They call themselves Neon. How tacky is that?"
"Sounds like they make your blood boil."
"Yap."
"I like them already."
"Hey!"
Cumshot chuckled. "You know what? While the captain is busy with his old friend, we should sneak under deck and..."
"Gonna cum on his sleeping mat, aren't ya?"
"Oh, absolutely."
It wasn't the city he first noticed. Rather, Cumshot was amazed at the lush greenery. It was dense jungle plants all the way along the coast, with trees towering over the unwalled city.
Lightboon's houses were shrill painted metal cylinders and domes.
Once they docked, Perk told them he didn't know when he was going to check by again, but probably soon. Then he went about his trade business.
The three punk boys, meanwhile, wandered into Lightboon.
Cumshot understood how they got their name. The men and boys of the Neon faction were covered in curly and spirally tattoos of bright colors. For most of them, it matched their mohawk but many had multiple contrasting colors running along their skin.
Equally bright was the jewelry. On Cypher Island, man wore gold, silver and sometimes teeth or bones on a string like Xyz. Here, they wore actual neon. Arms, legs and necks showed rings filled with a glowing substance.
No one paid Cumshot any mind, and those who looked at Dumbfuck did so with either interest of horniness. Xyz on the other hand got a few mean stares.
Another difference were the clothes. Instead of thongs, more people here wore thin loin cloths that swayed with their steps or in the breeze, so their junk was uncovered half the time.
"I like the aesthetic," Cumshot said.
Xyz blew a raspberry. "I wanna go to my town sooner rather than later. But we might want to drop off a few things."
"What do you mean? We didn't bring any trade goods."
The buff boy with the black face stripes took off his bag and allowed a look inside.
"Wha...?" Cumshot stuttered. "When did you get those?"
"I mean, someone had to make sure the intruders stayed dead overnight. Not my fault if some drugs fell into my bag. Hey, Dumbfuck, do you know who they were supposed to go to?"
"Nope," Dumbfuck said. "But if you keep them, I'm not hanging around."
"All right," Xyz said. "It was a bad idea. We'll get rid of them as soon as I find a place to put them."
A man in a light blue loin cloth stepped up to them. His muscles were covered with blue waves around the chest and thighs. His mohawk was blue, too. You might say he had a theme going. "Yo, are you by any chance mercs?"
"Just trash punks," Xyz said. "But maybe we can help anyway. We're looking for work."
"Well," the man said slowly. "This is not exactly a simple... There's a reason I'm not asking a NewLAw guy to deal with this."
"Hey, now you've got us interested."
The man nodded. "Great. Let's step out of hearing range of the street, yeah? Over here. Good. So, my name is Oh, and I'm a curator. I'm running the museum in the bath district, and recently something was stolen from me. An item in a black strongbox."
"And..." Cumshot said. "How is that not a NewLaw thing?"
"Ownership of the item wasn't... perfectly clear. I was trying to figure out who had the rightful claim to it when it was stolen."
"Do you know who took it?"
"No, but the thief had to sign his name in the guest book. Of course, he stole that too, so I'd never know who he was."
Xyz shrugged. "So...?"
"I know where it is. Scavengers grabbed it."
Moving through the jungle thicket was cumbersome. Cumshot was glad he had sandals among the few possessions he owned. Xyz did, too. Dumbfuck on the other hand stomped through the woods as if no sticks and stones could hurt him, which they probably couldn't.
"Yo, I think I see a path," Xyz said.
The weeds were burned to make a thin trail, already regrowing. It lead to the ruins of an ancient warehouse from before the collapse of the precursor civilization.
Faded writing on the wall was overpainted with a bird skull and crossed feathers.
"Yeah, that's the place," Cumshot said. "The Jolly hideout. We're probably outside Lightboon's suppressor range, so they got functional weapons. We'll do it sneaky."
Cumshot was the lightest and so Dumbfuck threw him up on the lower part of the roof.
The warehouse was mostly open air, only remnants of cover on top, but it had internal separation through planks and rusty chain-link. Men and boys with skulls tattooed over their actual faces were grouped in the mock rooms.
The wiry twink dropped down, caught by the muscle freak. The trio retreated into the bushes.
"There's like twenty of them. All entrences are guarded by guys with phasers and spears."
"Aside from that?" Xyz asked.
"Some playing cards in the main hall right past the entrance. A few napping. There's some sort of throne room at the back. All the way back. We'd have to get past every single Jolly."
Dumbfuck shrugged. "Maybe they'll trade the book for something?"
"We don't have any goods we could... oh fuck no."
More Jolly's arrived via the trail, carrying flat paper boxes. Pizza?
Cumshot had an idea. "Yo boys, I might need a distraction. Also, Xyz, hand over your bag. This'll be fun."
Even though the Jolly base didn't have much of a roof, it had mostly intact steel rafters.
Cumshot was quietly hopping along the path of the pizza stack underneath. In the middle of the main hall past the entrance, the Jolly scavenger gang was congregating.
The punk crouched down and waited until all boxes were opened. While the Jolly started digging in, he conjured light smoke and let it flow along the rafters back to the entrance.
Seconds later, the guards at the gate noticed smoke coming in through the cracks in the doorway. If there was fire in the area, they could be in trouble, so they had to check.
As soon as one of them opened the front gate, he was hit by a rock. Dumbfuck could throw with accuracy and superhuman force.
The guard went down, followed by the second one, meeting the same fate.
By that point, the Jolly noticed they were under attack. Luckily, Dumbfuck could run faster than pretty much anyone, thanks to his absurdly dense, mighty leg muscles.
With the Jolly giving chase to the attack and trying to spot the fire, their food was unattended for one precious moment.
Cumshot dropped white powder from above. A little bit of Nirvana's Pride was going to knock them out. Unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of the drug, so it might not fully incapacitate the whole gang.
The punk boy opened another pack, containing a different drug. Brain Kick? He didn't need them to be energized. What other drugs were in Xyz' bag?
Just before the scavenger gang returned to their dining area, Cumshot let green drops fall into their water goblet.
Tidal Crave was not a drug he knew much about but hopefully the quick aphrodisiac was a sufficient short term distraction.
Barely a minute later, the Jolly were rock hard without exception. One sip and they all became horndogs out of control. Eventually the Nirvana's Pride caught up to them, too.
Three trash punks marched into the warehouse, meeting no resistance.
About two dozen men and boys with facial skull tatts were lying on the dusty ground and desperately tried to fuck or at least jerk off, despite being half asleep. With their lack of coordination, they barely found their dicks, let along anyone else's hole.
Once in the throne room, Xyz sat down on the wooden construct, modeled into a royal seat with plastic pipes. While he was busy playing king, Cumshot loaded their slave up with valuables.
"Keep looking for a blue book," he said over the desperate moans from their vicitms. "Leather belts here. Oh, more gold chains. Take those, too."
"My bag's full," Dumbfuck said.
"They're chains, slave bitch. Put them around your neck. Fuck yeah, I got the book. Grab anything you want and let's head back."
Xyz petted his seat. "You wanna leave before cumming on the throne?"
"Good point. Lemme ride your dick and we can leave both loads."
The next day was spent trading away their bounty which left them with a great sum of bottle caps to spend of anything they wanted.
They did keep one thing – Xyz thought the slave looked hot with gold chains. It was a way to show of wealth, although usually the owner was supposed to wear even more valuable stuff than the servant.
Museum-guy Oh checked his treasured book and confirmed their target as a guy named M – just the letter.
"Wait," Xyz said. "Did he have a nose ring with a tusk hanging from it?"
"He did, but that' not unusual among Busters. That woudn't have narrowed it down."
"Yeah, but I know a guy like that. If he hasn't moved for some reason, I even know where he lives."
"Perfect, you punks should have no trouble getting the strongbox back, then."
Where Lightboon had been all shrill colors and glow, Darkbane was sharp, black metal. The city had no external barrier but was segmented with black iron walls and grates. Dark, square buildings shot up two levels. Some parts were only reachable through the upper level of the city.
Xyz led his friends around, knowing the place like his thong's nonexistent back pocket.
Cumshot had expected the sharp line tattooes, even though most men had taken it much further than Xyz. He had also known to expect the chains of teeth, tusks and claws, but they served as clothing more than jewelry.
He had not expected than almost everyone was bald. Xyz was naturally so, but Busters appeared to shave off their mohawks in general.
"Good to be back home," Xyz said. "Didn't think I'd rob a guy first thing, but hey, a job is a job."
"Do you have a plan?"
"Yeah. Simple. He's into muscle, so all I have to do is say `Hello, would you like to fuck a freak slave?' and then you sneak in and grab the box."
"Sounds good. Dumbfuck, are you okay with that? I mean... do we need to ask you?"
The pseudo-slave shrugged. "I like to be in on the plans. If it's about the sex? I can take dick 24/7."
"Perfect. Let's do it."
The guy by the name of M was an obvious muscle lover, having trained his physique to the point of absurdity. Whatever he was taking to enhance himself, it put his mass near Dumbfuck's, although his proportions were not nearly as naturally perfect as the freak's.
M didn't even ask questions. He was happy to welcome Xyz back in their hometown and go for a drink with the promise of some sweet strength freak teen ass later.
Now Cumshot was faced with a bit of a problem. M's apartment was on the upper level of the city. He'd be seen entering almost certainly. After sitting around for an hour, the sun went down and the lights turned on.
Cumshot could produce smoke to block out the nearest light tubes, but still had an iron door to get past without alerting anyone. Darkbane had gotten quiet.
He snuck around the place in the cover of night and his own fog. An uncovered window! It was too small for most, but just big enough to let the lean punk in.
Cumshot slipped into M's home and started looking. There wasn't much to see. A mat where M slept when he wasn't out fucking slaves, a lot of weights, a few utensils.
The punk boy jerked himself hard through his thong.
Meanwhile he kept looking under cloth and inside crates. He eventually happened upon a black strongbox, covered in ornaments. It was locked but there was no mistaking it as a deposit for something precious.
Cumshot left jizz streaks on M's pillow, rubbed them in to make them less obvious, and slipped out the way he had come.
Should he search out Xyz and go back to Lightboon now? Nah, Dumbfuck was probably an hour deep into anal orgasms. No reason to interrupt until M was finished.
Back in Neon, Cumshot spent his reward for the retrieval on annoying Xyz as much as possible.
The lean punk not only liked to enrage his friend, he also simply enjoyed the aesthetic of what he bought for himself – a Neon-style make-over.
Matching his midnight blue hair somewhat, he got himself cyan tattoos, rolling in waves along his forearms, calves and shoulder blades.
Xyz responded by dragging them back to Darkbane and adding massively to his sharp lineart pretty much everywhere on his body.
Following hours of debate they agreed to leave Dumbfuck's skin empty until they could agree whether to go Neon or Buster with him.
Perk, mutants, Jolly, the strongbox... We haven't seen the last of any of those. But let's get to the slavery element of the story first...
Next up: teen love and a city full of slaves.
Chapter 3: Looking for Madman