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Chapter 15: Awakenings Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 0425 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Gravestone opened his eyes with a start, gasping for air. He had been lying on the floor, and didn’t know how long he had been out. He had been dreaming while under metamorphosis: he was running through a dark forest with the voices of his comrades calling out to him though he never saw their faces or figures. He was being chased by something with sloshy footsteps, and every time he tried to look back, he tripped over a protruding tree root or a fallen branch, or dodged a wild critter at his feet. Then he came to a giant gaping maw, an abyss so black that he couldn’t see its bottom. He knew if he remained in place, the thing chasing him would eventually catch up, but he saw no way across the chasm. On the opposite side, he saw his wife Denise and their son, Mason. They stood still and said nothing, and their faces were a complete blank. Gravestone turned and faced his pursuer, only to find that it was not one being, but all of his teammates. Everyone had been turned into a smiler. He looked up at the canopy of trees, and saw Jack hanging from a denuded branch with one arm, as if he were a monkey. Jack only dangled there, slightly swinging back and forth while creepily singing, “One…two…three…four… five…”, but he would start over at “one” again when the count ended. As the spectres of his team closed in, wordlessly, Jack started the sequence again but slower, and his voice deepened. Gravestone could see that Reaper and Tex hung back, and Zero disappeared from sight. Looking to his right, he saw General Krell standing on his head. “I’ll have you court-martialed!” he thundered. The others came in closer, ever closer in one creepy unison motion, and when they finally lunged for him, Jack reached the next number. “Six!” Gravestone leapt backwards into the abyss, not knowing when he’d hit the ground, but he felt free and relieved as gravity pulled him down to the bottom. The dream ended before he touched it. Gravestone pushed himself up to seated on the stone floor. He instinctively reached for the back of his head where he struck the pipe, expecting to find a gash, but instead, his fingers found nothing but hair and skin. In the dim light of the room, he could already see the changes in himself. The skin was discolored, his nails formed claws, and all his clothes were missing. His muscles were more defined, and his former ‘dad bod’ was more like it was twenty years ago. He remembered being surrounded by his team, and quickly put it together that he had been captured but had no memory after that. Gravestone felt warm and moist, like he had been sweating, or perhaps swimming, and his skin felt alien to him. Most surprisingly, his rectum felt tender. He likened the feeling to when he had diarrhea for a solid - or liquid - three days straight, and was afraid to poop for the next week for the irritation. His vision still blurry, he could make out a small red dot almost directly across from him. It would sometimes remain stationary, then move a little in a downward direction before coming back to center. Its glow occasionally brightened for a second, and then receded. He could smell something sharp - distinct and familiar, like something burning. The smell was sometimes offensive, and sometimes sweet and fragrant. Gravestone wondered what he was looking at until he heard a voice. “Hey, Commander.” He knew it at once, and knew what he was seeing. Stag was smoking a cigarette right across from him. “Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?” “S-Staaaag?” Gravestone asked with gravel in his voice and a slight slur. “I thought for suuuure you’d fucked off and left us.” He hacked up his usual morning phlegm, and spit it out to one side. “Hey, don’t waste that. It’s good stuff, and we need it.” Gravestone wiped his mouth with his hand, wondering what Stag was getting at, and why his spit just now was slimier than ever. “They got you, too, huh?” Stag chuckled in a way that could only be described as cocky. “Nope, walked right into their nest. Well, our nest, now, I guess.” Stag took one more draw off his cigarette before stubbing it out. “They changed us into the beasts we were meant to be. I feel so good, and so ready to breed some more holes. Gotta get to full infection so I can reach my maximum potential.” He chuckled with what could only be pride and smugness. Gravestone took stock of himself, and also Stag. Both men were physically changed almost beyond recognition in this light. Body fat drained away, replaced with hard muscle and bulging black veins beneath them. Eyes blackened, teeth sharpened, dicks bigger. Stag already had horns forming on top of his head, and his commander could see their protrusions. How fitting, Gravestone thought. Stag got his antlers. Horny bastard. He smiled inwardly at the dad joke. Then the gravity of his situation hit him. Stag patiently waited while Gravestone adjusted to his new form, and simply sat across from him. Gravestone looked at Stag with irritation. “Oh, you son of a bitch. I’d smack you one right now if I could completely see straight. If you had just stayed with the team, and done your damn job, soldier, we might be on the other side of this shit. Instead, you had to go and get your dick wet, and now we’re both infected. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” “Fucking proud. It hurt like a bitch at first, but once they started breeding me and the virus took over, it was a damn roller-coaster ride that never ended. I wish you could have been awake when they did it to you.” He laughed sardonically. “That was a great show.” Gravestone looked at him with horror and disgust. He wanted to resist, to smash Stag’s face in for the situation that led to this, and for a dozen other offenses, but instead, just sat there blinking with perplexity and controlled rage. It became a silent, motionless duel between them as they each weighed the same possibilities: can one overpower the other? Will he try to kill me? Will we worsen and die? What can we do about this? How much am I willing to give up? “If I get out of this, Stag, you’re a dead man.” “For what?” Stag asked innocently. “Having a little fun? ‘Deviating from the mission’? I hate to break it to you, Commander, but you’re no longer in charge.” “Lieutenant, you got us turned into monsters!” He said the last word like it was a dirty word. Stag gave him an expression of surprise. “Little ol’ me? Nah, that was the Alpha’s doing. We were just in his way. As for ‘monsters’, ha! Hardly. We’ve been… improved. Upgraded.” The Alpha sauntered into view and stood between them. “Now, now, my pretties, I can’t have you fighting.” He turned to Gravestone, and seeing him at his feet, he hoisted him up with both hands. Gravestone felt repulsed by the touch of this… thing with its slimy hands and razor-sharp claws, but complied anyway. Best to see it face to face. When Gravestone stood to height with the Alpha, he looked into its eyes. A black abyss there. And I see myself in it. The reflection took Gravestone’s breath away as he remembered falling into the abyss in his dream. Meanwhile, Stag remained seated behind the Alpha, whose ass was now in his face. Without hesitation or instruction, he placed both his hands on the Alpha’s hips, and tested out his new tongue by lapping the Alpha’s anus with it. The Alpha softly growled with approval, but did not take his eyes off Gravestone. “I am the Alpha, your new master AND commander,” he said in a husky voice. “You will obey me.” Something in Gravestone made him want to accept it, but his mind and instincts began to fight against this resistance. Internally, he was at war with himself. Then he decided. “Yes. I will obey.” In the corner of his mind, he was rebelling. Play along for now. He has the upper hand and you’re outnumbered. Don’t be stupid, Nathan. The Alpha acknowledged the submission, but didn’t speak about the rebellious thought he read in Gravestone’s mind. He simply narrowed his eyes, and his lips formed a thin, flat line. This one will be tough to break. With that, the Alpha turned back to Stag, and also brought him to his feet. “You’re a ruthless one, and deviant as hell. But continue to smoke in my lair, and you won’t get any more seed from anyone. Understood?” Stag bowed his head to show deference, and said nothing. “Good. Don’t forget our deal, either.” “Hey, do you mind? You guys are killing the vibe!” Gravestone turned and looked toward the source of the voice. Sticks was glaring at him while Pixel was on his knees, sucking his thick boner. Pixel pulled the cock from his mouth, and turned toward the arguing trio. “Really, such serious talk at a time like this…” He then resumed nursing the massive cock, and looked up at Sticks with pleading, lustful eyes. Gravestone looked at Stag with astonishment. “That’s it? We’re all gay now?” Stag smirked. “Gay as a picnic basket.” Gravestone put up both his hands. “I don’t want any part of this. I’m a married man. I don’t have a problem with homosexuality, but this isn’t my thing.” The Alpha turned back to him. “You will be part of this. There is no escaping it. Suck your brother’s dick.” He indicated Stag with a tilt of his head, and his face was all seriousness. “Come on, Nathan, it’ll be fun!” Stag encouraged. “You’ll love it as much as I do!” He bared his newly-formed fangs in a wicked smile. “No,” Gravestone said, moving to a nearby corner. “Resisting won’t undo it, Gravestone,” the Alpha said in a threatening voice. “Oh, yes, I know all your code names. I know about Reaper, and Tex, and Zero too, and they’ll be joining our coterie before long. They can’t resist, and neither can you.” “Fuck you, Alpha. You can go straight to hell,” Gravestone said defiantly. As he moved to his corner, he saw Patch being ravaged by a smiler so deeply infected that its skin was pitch black, and the horns on his head were massive like a ram in mating season. Patch looked like he was in pig heaven, and paid no attention to the quarrelling. Looking to his right, he could make out Lockjaw ramming his monster cock into another smiler. Of all the smilers, only this one was wearing any clothes. Gravestone took it to be a lab coat that had seen better days. He felt a twinge of remorse that his leadership failed all of his team. “I gave you a gift, Gravestone,” the Alpha growled, his impatience rising. “And an order. Look how much fun your friends are having. It’ll feel so good, and you’ll never want to stop.” “Eat shit off my balls and die, fucker,” Gravestone spat with as much venom as he could muster. “I’m not doing it.” Then something happened that Gravestone didn’t notice - he was slowly getting hard. The Alpha, however, detected it at once and grinned slightly. “Hey now, Nathan, that sounds like you have a fetish you want to share with the group,” Stag said mockingly, grabbing his cock and shaking it at Gravestone. “You may say that, but your body says differently,” the Alpha replied as he ignored Stag’s comment, pointing at Gravestone’s swelling member. Gravestone looked down at himself, and saw that he was, in fact, getting aroused. You would dare rise for this shit?, he silently demanded of his stiffening dick. But the size was impressive, and Gravestone struggled to control himself at this new development. “Seems he needs some convincing, boss,” Stag said coercively. The Alpha exhaled quietly through his nostrils. He closed his blackened eyes, and raised both his fists before his face in concentration. After a moment, Gravestone suddenly felt compelled, and wordlessly came back to Stag, and got on his knees. Without thinking, he inhaled Stag’s thick ginger cock, and began to suck like his life depended on it. The Alpha reopened his eyes, and lowered his fists, pleased. “Good. Don’t stop until he cums.” Stag was visibly impressed by the Alpha’s will. So he has powers of mind-control as well, eh? I better watch myself, or he might make me do things that *I* disagree with. I need to find a way to get free, go wreak some havoc. Gravestone had no idea how to suck a dick, and was just slobbering all over. There was no instinct, and the Alpha wasn’t teaching him. The oral sex felt good, but not good enough. Stag let his commander get used to the sensation of sucking dick, and hoped carnal instinct would kick in. The Alpha roamed around the room, satisfied that all the new recruits were swapping their tainted loads, and infecting each other a little more deeply. Stag sensed that the Alpha’s thoughts were now elsewhere, and the tension of the room began to relax. He took hold of Gravestone in one handful of hair, and forced him to swallow him to the shaft. The tight throat gasped in surprise, and easily gave way to the intrusion. Stag slowly pulled out of Gravestone’s throat, and rammed back in, trying to teach him how to do this important task. What have I been missing out on all these years? Gravestone wondered as Stag prepared his throat for more sexual assault. This is…mmph… great! He began to get a hunger for it, and greedily began to get into the spirit of the act. Stag’s mind wandered while Gravestone struggled with his first big cock. We can’t stay here. Someone will come looking for us. And I know just who I want to share this gift with. Stag’s lips formed an evil sneer. Oh, yes, that roided-up freak will get his just desserts for dumping me. His eyes began to dart around the room, looking for an exit of some kind that would take him back to the real world. But Gravestone’s laudable efforts were starting to cause a churning in Stag’s balls, and he would waste his first toxic load if he didn’t act. Stag pulled his dick free from Gravestone’s slimy mouth, and let the man have some air. Gravestone only wiped his mouth with one hand, and looked up at his frenemy. “What? Why’d you stop? I was just getting good at this.” Stag snorted. “No you weren’t. Bend over.” Gravestone stayed on his knees and faced the other way so his ass was exposed to Stag. The next thing he felt was a cool but sticky sensation on his hole. Stag was lubricating him with his spit. The act felt familiar, and he wondered, Is it like this when Denise and I have sex? Is this what she feels? His train of thought was instantly cut short as the Alpha’s voice echoed in Gravestone’s head. Forget her. Forget your god, your job, your home. This is your life now. Take his seed, and be one of us. You can’t go back. Stag plunged his toxic dick into Gravestone’s willing hole, and fucked him mercilessly. Both men groaned for different reasons, and suddenly everything in life made sense to Gravestone. Yes, this is …oh my god… fuck yeah... I want this. The power is incredible. Ohhhhhhh don’t stop… The Alpha stood back, watching with immense pride and satisfaction. He sent a thought to Gravestone. Just wait until you get to breed a hole with this. You will love it. Stag thrust himself in and out, letting Gravestone feel the entire shaft and all the sensations. “I’ll show you how a real man fucks, commander.” Gravestone tensed up slightly at the sound of his military title. “Oh, you don’t like that, eh, commander? You’re my bitch now, and maybe you can go wait in a cushy … office with… the General if … you … can’t … handle that!” Stag’s breath came shorter and shorter in loud rasps as he felt himself near climax. In the corner, Sticks watched Stag’s short, hard thrusts in their commander’s ass, easily following suit as he did the same to Lockjaw. To their right, Pixel was draped over one of the smilers, its obscenely large cock deep inside his ass as another smiler slowly pushed into his already straining hole, the previous loads from other smilers dripping like oil on the ground. In an opposite corner, Patch was fucking the ass of one of the smilers, a large goonish smile plastered on his face as he slammed his much larger dick in the hole, his tainted load leaking into the smiler as another one plowed deep into his guts, making his dick dribble inside as he fucked and was fucked. Stag suddenly let out a deep animalistic growl as he fully shot out a massive load in Gravestone, a pool of thick saliva dripping out of his mouth below as he reveled in the feeling of adding his own toxic brew into his commanding officer's ass. Momentarily spent, one of the smilers grabbed Stag, pulling him out of Gravestone, as it firmly seated itself inside the redheaded man. Throwing its head back, it gave a satisfied growl. “Fuck yeah, give me more…” he moaned, pushing himself back as he felt his cock begin to harden again. The Alpha lounged in the corner as he watched his subjects continue to fuck with reckless abandon, his massive cock dripping an obscene amount of cum, almost tar-like in the low light of the room. Finally shooting his load, Sticks let out his own growl, slowly feeling Lockjaw’s body as one of the smilers gently pulled him away from his lover. A different one took his place, shoving its cock hard and fast into Lockjaw, making him gasp in pain and pleasure. In an effort to console him, Sticks began to make out with him, the black veins in their necks sticking out against their now greyish skin. “Fuck, you look so hot right now, babe,” Sticks said, his voice gravely as his cock still dripped with cum after his brutal assault on the bigger man’s ass. The smiler that had pulled him out of Lockjaw’s ass now began to position him so that they could continue to lock lips, sharing in the pain of having their guts rearranged as the two smilers began to slam hard and fast, letting hormones and the virus fuel them. Getting up, Gravestone cut to the front of the line, giving one of the smilers a wicked grin as he watched the latest one fucking Stag, who was now watching Pixel and Patch be swapped between one of the creatures, pumping a few times in one man, then pulling out and slamming into the other’s ass as each man nursed on a smiler’s cock. Suddenly, Stag turned around with a surprised look of shock on his face as Gravestone slammed as hard as he could in Stag’s ass, his hole previously just being vacated by one of the smilers, a fresh load painting his guts. An evil smirk of satisfaction on the commander’s face as Stag gasped out in pain. His short, hard stabs made the skinnier man moan, as he breathlessly began to beg Gravestone for his load. His long, skillful strokes began to get ragged and less fluid, a sign that he was painfully close. The Alpha grinned, knowing that once the stoic commander shot in the man’s ass, he’d be fully gone, the need to spread the virus taking full hold. Suddenly, an ear-splitting metallic scrape was heard from across the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked in the direction of the sound. The Alpha sniffed the air a couple of times, then let out a scream howl. “You! Go see what that was!” he ordered to an underling who wasn’t engaged in mating. The smiler, resentful that he was chosen to step out of the festivities, scowled, but it complied. The others resumed their activities, unconcerned for the interruption. Sticks began to moan as the smiler who was sucking him earlier was now engaged in fucking him senseless. The moans increased in volume, encouraging all the other smilers to increase their pace and fuck a little harder. A scream growl was heard in the distance, and the Alpha raised his head with alarm. Someone is here! Excellent, more fresh meat! He went to see for himself, and left the others to keep up their frenetic orgy. When the Alpha entered the next room, he found cardboard boxes scattered all around. Some were in pieces, and others were completely whole. He found the remains of a wall that someone had built, and what resembled a hole blown through the center of it. Beyond the hole was an opening, a shaft of light, and the form of his scout could be seen charging through it at top speed. They escaped, the Alpha thought. Fuck! Then it dawned on him. And now… so can we! He rushed back to the orgy, and found that some of them had finished their breedings. Gravestone lay face down on the floor, ass in the air, looking comatose but relieved. Stag was cradling his spent cock with one hand, and supporting himself with the other on a wall. Sticks and Lockjaw were both on their backs, gasping for air with their eyes on the ceiling, having just finished shooting their own toxic loads. The Alpha looked at the assemblage of smilers, and exerted his aura to turn their attention to him. When he had it, he finally spoke. “We’re free. Whoever was here just now opened the door for us, and we will make a run for it.” The Alpha turned to Gravestone, and made sure he knew he was speaking to him. “We’re not staying. The rest of your team will try to mount a rescue, and they’ll kill us if they find us. Gather your men, and your possessions. We leave in five.” “Why?” Stag demanded. “We easily outnumber them, and have superior power. They —” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing this was the chance he needed to enact his plans. He lowered his head, and did not meet his stare. “Sorry, Alpha.” “Speak out of turn again, Stag, and you will be,” the Alpha said reprovingly. “You’ll speak when spoken to.” Gravestone, who had just shot his load into Stag and was breathing heavily, couldn’t help but smirk. You’ll never learn, Stag. Seriously, no respect for protocol, even in this situation… “Any of you still breeding may finish, but when you’re done, don’t stay. I know a place where we can hide out from the daylight,” the Alpha continued. “The sun will burn us, and this place is no longer an option. Your presence here, Gravestone, proves it. Be ready to go.” With that, the Alpha and several smilers walked out of the room with him. A few stragglers remained to finish their reinfections. —------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. 0530 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX. Garrett let out a sigh of relief. The medvac team wheeled Beau away on the mobile stretcher, and thankfully he was still alive. They didn’t quite know what to do with him, or how to help him, but an unseen order from someone higher up instructed them to take him to isolation and quarantine. “Whoa, I need a shot of whisky after that!” Garrett exclaimed. He looked to the horizon. The sun will be up any minute. I can finally go home and wash the stink of this night off me. He looked back at Helixion building 3, and surmised that what he saw raping Beau was probably a lab animal. But what animal copulates with humans at will? Garrett figured there had to be more to it. It looked almost human, but… corrupted somehow. He looked up at the stars, which were already fading from view. What kind of lab is this??? What in God’s name were these scientists up to? The air was suddenly quiet, the sort of quiet where the slightest noise would seem incredibly loud. The insects stopped chirping, and any birds still around in this season stopped their sunrise squawkings. Garrett was unnerved by the silence as he returned to his post. Then, without warning, a terrifying scream growl was heard from behind Building 3. Garrett rolled his eyes, the adrenaline kicking back in as he drew his weapon again. “What the hell is it this time?” He barely had time to turn around when he was suddenly overpowered by a swarm of creatures just like the one that had attacked Beau. Each had blackened or sickly grey skin, some bore horns and sizable claws, but all were naked, and all were coming after him. One or two of them were bundling up something, but Garrett hadn’t time to process what he was looking at. “Whoa!” he shouted as the mass of unknown creatures descended on him. A couple of them spit on him as he fell, and their thick mucus missed his face. Another one of the creatures came nose to nose with him, and licked his face intensely. Garrett felt repulsed by the tongue, and then calmed down quite suddenly. He felt himself being hoisted by a few hands, and before he could completely register what was happening, he was being carried horizontally above their heads as they raced across the parking lot toward the trees en masse. The largest and blackest of the creatures was at the head of the pack, clearly leading them to some unknown location. Garrett dropped his weapon as the only evidence that he had been there. “Come, my beautiful creations!” the Alpha transmitted to his followers. “This world will be ours for the taking!” The army of infected creatures swiftly moved across the woods, following bike and jogging paths, never stopping, never hiding, and never speaking, their single-minded purpose driving them to find new shelter before daybreak. The trails were, miraculously, unoccupied, and the motley crew moved through the twilight swiftly and unobserved. As the sunrise began, the Alpha held up a warning hand, and the team stopped in their tracks. He turned to them, saying, “We’re here. This will be our new base of operations.” He gave a grand gesture toward an immense building. Some of them recognized it as the old hospital, almost directly across from the newer and shinier one that had better facilities. “Get inside, quickly!” The scientists and soldiers rushed past him, still carrying a comatose Garrett above their heads. The Alpha looked upward at the building. This is where it began. And this is where it will end.

It was HIS idea, not mine.

You're halfway there. 🧐

I'm hoping someone gets the hidden joke in the name of this place. Reply if you do. 🤪

Not for me. I never feel it. I have to go by other evidence to know that he didn't just fake it. But my bottoms, now, they know for certain that I shot my load. They can tell by the growls and the digging of nails, and other things. Will they feel it? Blessed if I know, but maybe it's different for other people.

Chapter 13: Freedom’s False Hope Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Employee Bathroom. REDACTED LOCATION. 0430 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Jack had been hiding in a disused bathroom stall since running from his rescue team and the smilers. The hypersexual creatures did not give pursuit as Jack ran back through the length of the maintenance room, and into the long hallway. The first exit he found, he took: a seldom-used unisex bathroom on the basement floor. He locked himself in the room, and for added security, he entered a stall, shut its door, and locked himself inside that. Jack spent the next few hours curled up in the fetal position on the toilet, not making a sound until he fell into sleep. After a few hours had passed in silence, he awoke to find that nothing in the room had changed. No smilers were after him. He carefully opened the bathroom stall door, and peeked outside it. The room was just as he had found it. Tiptoeing out, he went to the sink and washed his face as quietly as he could. Then an idea came out of nowhere. He weighed the possibilities, and decided it was his best chance. Jack drank a couple handfuls of tap water, and carefully went to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, he paused, and waited for any sounds of movement on the other side. Nothing. He cautiously opened the door a crack, and peered into the hallway. Again, no movement, no sound. Relieved, he opened the door wider until he could exit. Jack turned back to the maintenance hallway, and gently moved down the hall until he was back at the large room. Boxes. I must get all the boxes. Cats like boxes. Monsters might be discouraged by them. Jack shook his head. Concentrate! You blew it, and you’re alone again. Fo. Cus. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jack cautiously opened the door to the maintenance room. It was eerily quiet. Dawn would be coming soon, and the smilers would be asleep. It was his best chance to make a getaway. Walking inside, he found his makeshift cardboard box fort that he started earlier in the night. He scanned his memory just to be sure he didn’t fill them with anything that might make a noise. No filled boxes stood out. One by one, Jack moved them over toward the gate that separated him from freedom. Some boxes could be carried two at a time, and as his pile grew, he continued to watch his surroundings for observers. He didn’t even dare to breathe as he slowly crossed the room and moved boxes, maneuvering around the jumble of medical equipment and fixtures. One silent step after another, then another, and taking care to not touch anything other than his brown squares. After what felt like an eternity, Jack was back at the gate with all of them. The gate was still closed fast, and the green-lit numeric keypad awaited an input. Jack began to set them up to resemble a wall. Stacking them one on top of another, the cardboard wall quickly materialized, and Jack was finished. He looked at his handiwork, and stood back, proud of his exertions. I can be safe from view while I get the door open. And if the smilers should come upon me, it will buy me time to finish working. He hoped it would work. Then he realized he might be stuck after all. Wait! If I press the buttons, it’ll beep each time, and the mean creatures will hear it. They’ll come for me again, and I need to go! Suddenly, an idea hit him. He quickly and quietly pulled off his tattered jacket, and did his best to stuff the garment around the keypad to muffle the sounds it would doubtlessly emit. The job was sloppy, but it was his only idea, and time wasn’t on his side. With his index finger, he nervously pushed the ‘1’ key, and held the makeshift muffler with the other hand. The keypad beeped, as expected, but its echo was held back somewhat by the wadded-up jacket. Jack swiftly looked around the immediate area to see if anything was about to pounce on him. But there was nothing. He pressed the ‘2’ key, and checked his surroundings again. Still nothing. Emboldened by his success thus far, he entered the remaining code until he heard the lock release. He pulled on the rusty handle, and found the door almost didn’t budge. Frustrated, he took two ends of the jacket that were still poking through the bars, and tugged some more. The door gave a loud, undisguisable screech as its hinges finally gave way to Jack’s forceful opening. He didn’t stop to look about, and strained every muscle to move the door even an inch. Little by little, the stubborn rusty thing gave way as its hinges squealed and groaned. A scream growl was heard at a distance - quite likely the next room. This time, Jack stopped pulling and turned in a half-circle, expecting a smiler or two behind him. He saw nothing moving, but knew they were closing in. “No no no no no no…” He turned back to the door, and pulled a little more, desperately this time. It barely moved. Sensing no time to waste, Jack squeezed himself through what little opening he had created, and hoped his body would bend around the rest. Something finally went right for Jack since this whole ordeal began, and he fit through the gap with a little tugging and pushing. He let out a groan as his wiry frame pressed against the sturdy but stubborn door, especially where it crossed his ribcage. Finally, he found himself on the other side of it. Just then, the wall of boxes exploded as one of the smilers burst through it. Jack gave a startled inhalation and stifled a cry. He turned toward the exit, and raced down the passage, completely neglecting to close the door behind him. His footsteps thundered down the tunnel as he continued his mad dash to freedom, and he couldn’t get there fast enough to embrace it. The smiler who destroyed his makeshift wall let out a scream growl, and found the noisy door to be almost no challenge. It ripped the door off its hinges, giving one last high-pitched screech before it was separated from its frame. Tossing it aside, the smiler took off after Jack. Jack finally reached the end of the tunnel, and leapt through the opening, not caring where he landed. As soon as he touched dirt, he let out a low grunt on impact, and then resumed running and vanished into the darkness. —-------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 0500 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. The watch had been a boring, uneventful one. Garrett Morrison took this job only for the money, but he had hoped for more excitement. Growing up watching a lot of movies about prison escapes and science fiction and cop dramas gave him the false impression that security of important places would be just like that. High-stakes drama, medical espionage, and intrigue on such jobs had so far eluded him. This was his seventh posting for guarding a facility on the night watch, and it was just as dull as the first six. His partner, a no-nonsense blonde woman, was almost as restless as he, but she disguised it well. Caroline Fisher was still wet behind the ears in security, having been demoted from the police force after taking the fall during a jewel heist, and she was none too pleased with the abrupt change in careers. She, too, was here for the money to raise the two children that two men had left her to raise without any support, and she could at least work nights to provide for her fractured family. Working with them - or more likely, overseeing them - was Patrolman Beau Cosgrove. His career as a policeman had been uneventful, and saw mostly routine work: speeding drivers, DUIs, and the occasional shoplifter, all coming with an avalanche of paperwork. Beau was in late middle age, and set to retire in four years with a healthy pension. He was proud of the fact that he had never lost a perp or taken fire in the line of duty. He lived and breathed Blue, and expected his children would do likewise. “I want to do a perimeter check,” Garrett said, not disguising the boredom in his voice. “Go right ahead,” Beau said with a non-committal nod of the head. “Check in if you find anything.” “Yessir.” With that, Garrett turned down the right side of the building, and disappeared from sight. Caroline needed something to pass the time. “Patrolman.” Beau was listening, and said nothing. “Do you know what we’re guarding here?” “Nope,” was the only answer he would give. “Can you even guess? It’s just a science lab.” “Nope.” She adjusted her belt slightly, shook her feet out, and tried to occupy her mind. Patrolman Cosgrove wasn’t interested in conversation. “May I do a round when Morrison comes back?” “Sure.” Beau stood stiffly at his post like a sentry. “No more talking.” Well, aren’t you just a fun one, she thought derisively. Then something new came into view. A man in a torn white dress shirt and black slacks was running across the parking lot at top speed. Caroline instantly drew her firearm and pointed it at the man. “Freeze!” She ran in the man’s direction, accompanied by Beau. Finally, some action! her mind shouted. “On the ground! Now!” The man stopped his run at once, and dropped to his knees quickly with his hands in the air. As Caroline reached the disheveled man, she could see that he was dressed like a business executive, except that his clothes were almost ruined. She could smell him before she reached him, and a vile chemical odor and days of unwash made her scrunch up her face. “Hands where I can see them! Now!” she ordered. “Please don’t shoot me! I just want to go home,” the man pleaded. “You are in a restricted zone,” Caroline demanded. “You got any ID on you?” The man raised his head to her, keeping his fingers splayed outwardly, and almost sobbing. “I… I’m… Johnathan Blaine. My dad’s the CEO of this company. Everyone calls me Jack.” “Bullshit! Back on the ground,” Beau ordered. “Please, let me go!” Jack pleaded. “I’ve been trapped here for days, and I just want to go home. No more spit, no more smilers, no more scary military men or guns or boxes! Please, you have to believe me!” Jack shot a glance over his left shoulder, his eyes darting around, looking for a safe place. “We have to go, or they’ll catch me again. You don’t want to become one, too!” The name was familiar to Caroline, but anyone could have known that, and without ID, he could just be lying. “What the hell are you talking about?” Jack let himself sit down, and kept his hands where they could be seen. Namely, on his face as he sobbed with both relief and fear of getting shot at the one-yard line. “They got them all. Every last one. But I escaped! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped… I wasn’t supposed to be here…” “Damn right you’re not. Where did you come from?” Caroline said. Jack could only let out soft choking cries of relief. Finding sympathy for the man, Caroline lowered her weapon, and turned to Beau. “What do you think? This guy legit?” “Maybe,” Beau replied, his voice devoid of emotion. Caroline kept her pistol in one hand while trying to raise Jack to his feet with the other. “Take him.” “You’re coming with us,” she said. “This is a restricted area, and even if you are who you say you are, you’re still not supposed to be here. You may have been exposed to chemicals and infection while in the labs.” Jack’s face turned to alarm, eyes wild with terror and helplessness. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “No, no infection. They never took me and changed me. They spat on me over and over and over, and now I’m free, so they don’t get to chase me around anymore! And neither do you!” Jack gave Caroline a mighty shove - or what he thought was a mighty shove - and she stumbled backwards as he tried to turn and flee. Reacting quickly, Beau knocked Jack over the head, and he instantly collapsed to the cold pavement. “Quarantine,” Beau ordered. “Take him.” Caroline let out a sigh of relief, thankful she wouldn’t have to put a bullet in this guy. Whatever he’d been through, she recognized that he was traumatized by the ordeal, and would likely need medical attention. He’s an exposure risk. You have to take him. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves before she removed the handcuffs from her belt, forced Jack’s arms behind him, and cuffed him. Beau assisted her with raising Jack to his feet, and finally holstered his weapon. Caroline did likewise when she was sure Jack was subdued. “Quarantine tents are around front, right?” she asked. Beau nodded silently. “Come on, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up, and you’re going to spend the night in holding,” she said as she walked Jack around toward the front of the facility. Jack sobbed silently all the way, not knowing what would happen to him next. Beau returned to his post without a word, but before he got there, a volley of something wet and sticky struck his face. He began to draw his weapon for the thing that assailed him, but the chemicals acted fast, and Beau was lying awkwardly on a plot of grass before ten seconds had elapsed. A lone smiler stepped out of the shadows. He sniffed the air for other nearby guards, and then encroached on his prey. It knelt beside Beau, and wasted no time undressing him. The smiler flipped him over onto his back; Beau was probably flying and unaware of what was happening. The belt was undone in a flash, and the dark blue pants were pulled down to Beau’s ankles. The creature didn’t even bother with the boots, but raised Beau up by the legs until his shoulders and knees were almost touching. Then it drooled into Beau’s anus, and tongued the puckered flesh so the entry would be slick. The smiler grinned wickedly as it lubricated itself, and got its large dick ready for what must be done. —---- Garrett’s perimeter search found nothing of value. Every time he saw movement, it was something harmless like a squirrel or chipmunk scurrying into the bushes. The soft hooting of an owl in an overhead tree leant an eerie Halloween vibe to the whole scene. This was as exciting as it got, but Garrett was grateful for something different to look at after the long night watch with nothing happening. As he finished his patrol, one discovery was made: an opening in the side of the building. Its metal grate looked like it had been kicked out forcibly, but still swung, ready to be closed again. Garrett looked around hurriedly in hopes that no one was nearby to see him inspect it. Then his nose caught an odor that sent him reeling. The grate was somewhat damp, and had only a small amount of a viscous and sticky residue in one spot, as if a wet hand had pushed it open from inside. Garrett drew his weapon, and peered into the tunnel behind it. He shone his flashlight down the shaft, but could see nothing. He’d seen enough movies to know that calling into a dark tunnel might cause something inside to come out swinging at you, so he didn’t vocalize into it. Standing up from the tunnel, he activated his radio on the shoulder. “Cosgrove, this is Morrison. I’ve found an open grate on the side of the building.” But Beau didn’t answer him. The next voice he heard was Caroline’s. “That’s probably how this guy got out.” Garrett stood blinking with confusion. “What guy?” Caroline’s voice again answered him. “We caught a man escaping the facility. Says his name is Johnathan ‘Jack’ Blaine. I’ve taken him over to quarantine for questioning and holding while we verify his identity.” “Ten-four,” Garrett answered. “Cosgrove, come in.” Garrett got no reply. “Cosgrove, come in,” he repeated. Only radio silence answered him. “Go check on him,” Caroline answered. “He should be back at post.” Garrett knew this was bad news. How many times had he seen a film of any genre where someone wasn’t answering their radio, and something bad was currently happening to them? Garrett holstered his weapon, and dashed back to the assigned area. What he found shook his senses and defied belief. Something large and black as night was visible against the grass, and visibly copulating with something he couldn’t quite see. Garrett could make out a pair of boot soles in the air on each side of the thing that was kneeling upright and thrusting its pelvis. Garrett drew his weapon, and stopping in his tracks, he shouted, “Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” He pointed his pistol at the muscular monster, who stopped its movements, and looked over its right shoulder with one slow, creepy turn of its head. Garrett slightly lowered his pistol in disbelief. The creature resembled a man, but didn’t. Its features were mostly disguised by the darkness, but he could make out several large teeth, all shining like daggers. The creature hocked back deeply, and from its mouth shot a wad of spit at Garrett. He feigned to his right, and the gob missed its target. The creature resumed fucking its prey at a frantic pace, trying desperately to finish the job. Garrett fired a single shot at the creature. Bulls-eye. He had shot it in the back, and the beast howled in pain. Then it withdrew from Beau, leaving his body in a slump on the grass, and turned to Garrett. It gave a scream growl, prompting Garrett to cover his ears with both hands, and then it fled into the woods before Garrett could fire at him again. With the monstrosity out of sight, Garrett rushed over to Beau and knelt beside him, checking for vitals. “You’re okay, Cosgrove. It’s gone now, just breathe.” Garrett instantly activated his radio. “This is Garrett Morrison, I need backup NOW at the security post. Officer down, I repeat, officer down! Paramedics required at the security post! Bring a gurney, STAT!” Garrett then noticed that Beau’s face was covered in the same sticky substance that was on the metal grate, and tried to wipe it off to facilitate breathing. The creature had been raping him, and Beau’s facial expression was one of infinite bliss. His small pecker stood at full attention, and mentally, Beau was wondering why the surprise romp had suddenly ended. Garrett looked back at the spot where the creature had fled. “What the fuck was that?” As Garrett’s voice faded from earshot, the creature continued its frenetic charge through the woods, never stopping for a second. In its memory, the smiler recalled its former life as an accountant with a boring desk job. But crunching numbers and sending invoices had done nothing to prepare him for getting shot. The smiler let this thought go - it felt like someone else’s life, a long time ago - and leapt over a fallen log. It could see what looked like moving lights up ahead, and it instinctively ran towards them. Finally coming out of the woods and to a paved road, the thing suddenly collided with a large semi-truck, which sent it hurling into a tree on the curve up ahead. As the creature sailed through the air, it thought, Too damn short. Darkness overtook him on impact with the tree as the first shafts of daylight began to appear on the horizon.

I really try to stay in there. Sometimes he pops out. I have nowhere else to be, so I don't just seed, pull out, and run off to my next thing.

Be assured that there WILL be more chapters to follow. Check back every Friday for a new one. And thanks for the kind words for us.

Plus I'm keeping him busy. 😉

Chapter 11: Shift Change Emergency Department, Clearbrook University Medical - Steighn Research Building. 0647 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX “So, Mr. Henderson, general surgery will be coming up to see you later this morning once we get you admitted upstairs to discuss the procedure to extract the item. One of the nurses will be in to take you and your wife upstairs. Any questions?” Trevor asked, adjusting his glasses as he spoke while leaning back against the counter of the small private emergency room, his arms folded across his chest. The couple, still embarrassed, were unable to look him in the eye as he spoke. The husband shifted uncomfortably in the bed, wincing with each movement. “Okay, well, like I said, please make sure that you use something with a base next time so we can avoid this happening again in the future. You both have a good morning,” Trevor said, standing up and tiredly trudged out of the room. Walking into the doctors’ station behind the counter across from the room, he flopped down in the chair, tossing his stethoscope on the desk next to the monitor. Leaning back, he slowly rubbed his face, struggling to stay awake. “Katie is getting ready to take the Hendersons up to 5 East, can you work on the discharge? Also, pharmacy is on the line for room 11 about a possible drug interaction,” Maggie, the older charger nurse, said, walking in and placing a hot cup of coffee and a small packet of aspirin on the table. “Thanks…” Trevor said, slowly sitting back up with a groan before tapping his badge on the reader next to the screen. After a few clicks, he took a quick sip of the steaming cup and let out a happy groan before working on the discharge and admission order for Mr. Henderson. “Any luck on your treasure hunt?” Maggie said, snickering as she flopped on the old, worn couch across from the computer desks. “I am not paid enough to go spelunking in a fifty-year-old man’s ass for two different dildos. I’ll leave that gift for the boys and girls upstairs in gen surg. I swear… who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to try and get one stuck toy out by shoving another one up there after it?” “Hey, at least they didn’t try to use one of those grabber things as well. That’s what the night shift yesterday had stuck in a guy,” Dr. Marsden, one of the residents said, turning around and joining the conversation. “I swear… the fascination of putting random things up your butt will never cease to amaze me…” Maggie said, shaking her head as she got up. “And it's always the married couple or straight man who gets curious.” “I would kill my husband if he made me come to the ER with him for something like that,” Trevor said, giving his head a slight shake as he spoke. "That reminds me! How is Eli? Are you both enjoying married life?” Maggie said, getting up and stretching. “He’s off on a work thing,” Trevor said, smiling as his mind drifted to the extremely fun roll in bed they’d had a few days before, taking turns breaking in their marital bed. “I know that look…. Someone got busy…” James, another of the nurses, said as he walked in carrying a large box. “Donut day, everyone! Want one?” The large bear of a man opened the box to display its contents. Holding up his hand, Trevor gave a slight shake of his head, watching as the other people in the room grabbed one. “Hey, did we hear anything about that call for Fire and EMS over to that big genetics lab?” Trevor asked, clicking submit on the electronic charting system with a large flourish, glad to finally be finished with all his patients. Forty-seven patients in twelve hours. The infectious disease specialist part of him was surprised by the numerous cases of a strange new respiratory bug going around, suspecting that the flu season was going to be especially active this year. Otherwise, a lot of cuts, broken toes from late-night trips to the bathroom, four different behavioral complaints, and to finish the night, two foreign bodies in the rectum. Part of him felt bad for the x-ray techs in radiology, knowing that he’d likely flooded them with orders all night. He’d have to remind himself to buy them dinner on his next shift as a thank you for them keeping up with his ordering frenzy. “Jennings mentioned something about part of the highway being shut down for it, but all quiet so far,” Dr. Marsden said, typing away at her computer. “Glad it's becoming a DSO.” “DSO?” Trevor asked, unsure if he even wanted to know what the acronym meant. “Day-shift opportunity,” Marsden said, smiling wickedly as she spoke. “We wouldn’t want them complaining we left all our problems for them.” “No… we really wouldn’t,” Trevor said, smiling and yawning. “Well, if you all have it handled, I’m going to go grab my things from the locker room and try to beat the rush hour traffic. Need me for anything on shift change rounds, Mag?” “Nah, waiting room is pretty much cleared out and now we’re just waiting for the go ahead to take the stragglers upstairs. Go home and rest, and I’ll see you tonight for the real fun to begin,” Maggie said, rubbing her neck. “What do you mean by ‘real fun’…” Marsden said, turning her chair to speak with Maggie as Trevor grabbed his stethoscope, coffee and aspirin, and walked towards the locker room. “Halloween,” Trevor could hear James answer, chuckling ghoulishly as he spoke. “This must be your first one in the ER. Expect things to get really wild tonight.” Yawning again, Trevor tapped his badge to the door and quickly grabbed his backpack from his locker, numbly shoving his stuff in the bag and slowly began the long trudge to the employee parking garage, following the various staff through the halls as shift change went into full swing, coming behind a small group of people, he listened in as they spoke, smiling. “The guy was such a whiny brat,” one of the girls said. “I mean, he and his wife were the ones to put two monster toys up there and get them stuck. If you can’t handle the meat, stay out of the kitchen.” “It’s ‘heat’. And yeah… use a base, my guy…” the male of the group said, yawning and looking behind him at Trevor. “Oh, hey Dr. Bing- I mean Kade. Keep forgetting that. Heading home, too?” Smiling, Trevor gave a small, tired nod at the group. “Yep. Time to go home and sleep. Don’t bring anything tonight for dinner, guys,” Trevor said, following the group as they walked and chatted. “I owe you all for keeping up on the orders tonight.” “Oh my god, you are just the best!” one of the radiology technologists said, smiling at Trevor as they walked, waiting in line at the time clock. “No, you guys are, can’t do it without you,” Trevor beamed. “Just find me tonight and let me know what you all want to order. Seriously. My treat.” Walking off as the time card chimed after tapping his badge, Trevor pulled out his phone taking a quick peek at his drive home, noticed the massive traffic jam on the highway, and opted instead on taking the surface streets. “Omg… I swear, so unfair he plays for the other team…” he could just barely make out one of the girls in the group saying. “Daddy Kade can destroy me. The things I would do to that man…” “He’s got a husband, Rachel,” the male said, laughing as he spoke. “And a pretty hot one at that. And I’m sure he probably does all that and more. Girl… You wouldn’t stand a chance.” “He can join in as far as I’m concerned,” Rachel said as Trevor just shook his head as the elevator doors closed, silencing the cackling laughter from the girls in the group as the elevator silently glided down into the basement parking garage. Stepping off the elevator, Trevor walked over to his car, wordlessly tossing his bag into the trunk area before getting into his car, letting the silence wash over him. The stark contrast from the constant busy hum of the emergency room was refreshing in his mind, glad that the grueling twelve-hour shift was finally over. Starting up his car, he quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text to Elias. Hey babe. On my way home. Hope the mission is going ok. Listening as the phone dinged, the message successfully sent, Trevor tossed it into the cupholder on the center console, turning the radio on and pulling out of the garage. His car quietly glided on the still thankfully sparsely-populated streets, as the announcer on the radio droned on with the morning news. “Traffic is still snarled on Interstate 276, with several fire and police on scene near Sterling Creek. Better take another route if you need to go by that part of the highway. Delays are currently sitting at over a half an hour, and DOT officials are still getting back to us on when the road may be cleared. In other news, representatives from the local employer Helixion Genetics as well as with a spokesperson with the military will be holding a press briefing shortly on the continuing sit-” Turning the radio station, Trevor slowly started tapping on his steering wheel and humming along with the catchy synth beat of some 80s song as he settled into the now long drive through the suburbs. — Pulling up to his building, Trevor pressed the ignition button of his car and sat in silence, glad to finally be home as he relaxed for a moment. Grabbing his phone, he checked to see if Elias had replied, only slightly dejected as there was no reply yet. “Probably still on the mission without a signal or something,” Trevor said to himself, putting the phone back in his pocket, before getting out of the car and stretching his tired muscles. Deciding that it could wait until later, Trevor left his backpack in the car, locking the doors and walking up to the doors of their apartment building. Pacing around the door, a rather preppy looking guy in really short bright pink shorts and an old cut off t-shirt kept looking in the door. “Sorry, do you need in? Forgot your keys?” Trevor asked, pulling his set out and unlocking the door and holding it open expectantly. The man suddenly looked at Trevor, an almost feverish look on his face, a light sheen of sweat on it somewhat out of place in the cool autumn morning air. An odd expression spread across the man’s face as he took in who was talking to him. “Oh… no… I uh…. No. I’m good. Was hoping to catch someone. I’ll just… go….” the man said, stumbling on his words nervously. Concerned, Trevor pulled out his phone and unlocked it. “Need me to call someone for you? See if they’re still home?” Trevor asked, wondering idly at the man’s strange actions. “NO! I…. No. I’m good,” the man said, rubbing his hands on his sides. “I shouldn’t have come here.” Suddenly, the man raced off. Shrugging his shoulders, Trevor walked in and quickly climbed the few flights of stairs up to the apartment, making quick work of the lock to the apartment door and shut it behind him. Glad to finally be home, he tossed his keys in the small bowl on the table next to the door, immediately recognizing the sound of soft snoring coming from the living room. Poking his head in, he watched the blond man snoring soundly on his couch. “Apparently the mission must have been cancelled or something,” Trevor softly said to himself, quickly going to the hallway closet and pulling out a pillow and blanket, lifting Tobias’ head and pushing the pillow hard underneath it, before quickly draping the blanket over the man’s body. Smiling, he quietly walked into the bedroom and looked as Elias’s muscular form rolled over, the lights all turned on in the room. Elias's boxers strained against a prominent erection. Trevor snorted softly as he moved quietly around the room, gathering Elias's discarded gym clothes and turning off the lights. Grabbing the thin throw blanket from the chair in the corner, he tossed it over Elais’s sleeping form before placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Frowning, he pulled back and gently placed a hand on Elais’s forehead, noticing the heat from his husband’s body before even placing the hand down. There was a slight sheen of sweat on the expanse of skin. Going into the bathroom, he grabbed a small glass off the counter and filled it with tap water, grabbing a few Tylenol out of the medicine cabinet before walking back into the room. “Hey babe, take these,” he said, running his hand through Elias’s damp hair, causing him to stir slightly. Elias opened his eyes blearily, looking confused. “Trev? What are you doing here? You should be at home…” Elais asked, his voice deep and gravely, making Trevor feel even more concerned his normally healthy husband was really coming down with something. “Shhh… just take these pills and go back to sleep, okay?” Trevor whispered gently, grabbing his wrist and feeling Elias’s heartbeat racing just under the skin. Slowly, Elias opened his mouth. Trevor quickly put two of the tablets in his mouth and held the glass of water to his lips, feeling satisfied as Elias quickly gulped the water down and with a sigh, flopped his head back on the bed. As quietly as he could, Trevor walked over to the dresser, pulling out a few pairs of sweatpants and t-shirts, and after changing out of his scrubs, dropping his now-wrinkled scrubs on top of Elias’s sweaty gym clothes in the hamper. He then exited the bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Slowly walking into the kitchen, Trevor rummaged around in the fridge, pulling out some supplies to make breakfast. Bacon and eggs sounds really good right now. Good thing we went shopping. As he cooked, he smiled as he heard the man in the living room slowly wake up with a start, snorting out of the snore suddenly. “I left you a pair of clothes to change into if you want,” Trevor said aloud, listening to the groaned reply. “I made you and Elais a plate as well in here, if he’s hungry when he wakes up,” Trevor said. “What… no sausage? And you call yourself a proper wife?” was the only reply from the living room. “You’re lucky I made you anything,” Trevor replied, rolling his eyes as he walked towards the guest bathroom. “Keep it up, and all you’ll get is a dry piece of toast. I’m going to go shower off all the hospital.” —- Elias woke up with a start, rocketing up in bed and drenched in sweat, his heart pounding as he took a few gasps of air. At first, he thought he was still down in the basement of Building 3, crashing through the door with his fellow men as they escaped and raced through the forest outside the building. The voice in his head kept telling him to infect, to recruit. Fragments of jumbled scenes raced through his head, and his cock hardened at some of the memories… A cock in his mouth, being fucked by several of the huge monsters, even fucking a few of his team members himself. However, the memories felt foreign, like he was watching them through other people’s eyes. Groggily, he got up, shambling over to the faucet in the bathroom before turning on the tap and gulping down more cold water, cupping a handful and splashing it on his face in hopes of waking himself up more. Slowly, he finally felt like he was more awake and looked at himself in the mirror. A light sheen of sweat still covered his body, now feeling refreshingly cool on his form as he looked at his muscles. He could swear he looked even more muscular than before; the few problem areas on his body where fat had started to set in as he got older now melted away. Even his muscles looked somewhat bigger than normal, forcing his veins to look more prominent. It gave him a more toned look, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the look and started giving a small flex in the mirror. Looking at his face, gone now was the almost sickly grey pallor of his skin, now back to its normal golden glow, his eyes looking seemingly normal, if not still a little glossy, like he had finally broken a fever after being sick. After how off he felt the night before, he suddenly felt great, feeling a rush of energy coursing through his veins. His hearing, normally decent, felt almost superpowered, being able to hear someone moving around in his apartment. Looking around in the bedroom, he noticed that his previously strewn-about gym clothes were now placed in the hamper, underneath a pair of rumpled black scrubs. Even from across the room, he could smell the antiseptic on the clothing, as well as the faint whiff of cologne and deodorant, and the smell that could only be described as his husband’s scent. He could even make out the smell of his own sweat, feeling himself get hard as the odor of sex also mixed in with it. Thinking back, he could remember going to the gym and feeling out of it, even seeing some muscular guy working out, and meeting some new person and working out. The memories felt jumbled though, and he found himself struggling to remember the order of the events. Everything after working out on the treadmill was a blank however, even his supposed walk home. No matter how hard he tried, Elias simply could not clearly remember what happened. The sound of someone moving around in the kitchen reached his ears, almost deafening in the silence of the apartment, making his ears somewhat ring. He could hear muffled talking, clearly making out the tone and cadence of Trevor’s voice, the sound bringing a smile to his face as he let the blanks in his memory fade away. Walking silently into the kitchen, he watched as his husband was bent over, rummaging around in the fridge, ass swaying in the air almost like an invitation to fuck. Licking his lips, Elais quickly got behind him, giving a hard smack on the ass before reaching around and squeezing the man’s waist towards him, grinding playfully his now hard and throbbing cock in the asscrack, only a thin layer of clothing separating them. “OH SHIT!!!” Tex’s voice rang out instead, shocked and surprised at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. “WRONG BROTHER, MAN! WRONG BROTHER!” Confusion flooded Elias’ brain for half a second before looking down and indeed seeing that underneath him, head still in the refrigerator, was not his loving husband, but instead his husband’s twin and Elais’ own best friend and coworker Tex. Elais stared dumbly at the scene in front of his eyes, his brain trying to process everything. “Any time you want to let me out of the fridge would be great, man,” Tex said, his hands gripping the edges of the fridge door opening for stability. “As much as I appreciate a fun good morning hug as anyone else, Elias, you might put my brown eye out with that thing…” Shuffling back in horror, Elias bumped hard into the counter behind him, his eyes wide as he looked around the room, seeing the discarded blanket and pillow on the couch, papers and a government-issued laptop on the table. “Oh…. oh shit… Tex… I’m so, SO sorry… I thought…” Elias said, his heart pounding in his chest, this time from the sheer shock and embarrassment of what had just happened. Trevor suddenly walked into the room, wearing a nearly identical pair of pants and a loose shirt, toweling off the water from his hair. “What are you sorry about?” Trevor asked, confusion in his voice as he watched the two men in the kitchen staring at each other with equally red faces. “Just, you know, a simple case of mistaken identity. Glad to see you both still have a healthy sex life even in your marital years,” Tex said, laughing as he pointed down at Elais’ groin, still hard as a rock even with all the confusion. “About to play out a scene from some cheesy porno and ask step bro for help getting out of the fridge.” “Oh my god, Toby, that is wrong on so many levels,” Trevor said, laughing as he spoke. “Besides, we both know that you're the straight and less good-looking of the two of us. Morning, babe.” Embarrassed, Elias stormed out of the room, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut in the process. He slumped down on the bed, his breaths short and fast as he began to process the scene from the kitchen in his head again. A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts as the door quietly opened and Trevor stepped into the room, softly closing it behind him. “Everything okay, Eli?” Trevor asked, softly shuffling across the carpet floor and taking a seat beside Elias, putting his hand to his forehead. “Good to see the fever you had finally broke. Weird seeing you get sick.” “Trev, I am so…. SO sorry. I thought he was you. He even had your pants on. How bad is it?” Elias asked, shame flooding his mind. “I swear… I wouldn’t have even thought of doing that if I didn’t think it was you.” Trevor gave a small snort, looking back at the door before turning his attention back at Elias. “Oh, he’s absolutely loving it, the little attention whore. He’s even now referring to himself as the sexy twin, so good luck getting him to let you off easy for it. But yeah… otherwise, he’s fine,” Trevor said, snickering at his brother’s words. “How about you? You looked like a deer in headlights and went flying out of there. Are YOU okay?” Breed him and the brother. Add them to our ranks. Make them ours. NOW. Elias jumped, looking around the room for a second, trying to find the source of the voice in his ear. A slight ringing in his ears and a small headache began to form in his head, causing Elias to groan slightly. “Babe… seriously, is everything okay? You look like you're still a bit off,” Trevor asked, running his hands through Elias’ hair. Suddenly, Elias found himself forcefully pinning Trevor down on the bed, kissing and sucking on the man’s neck hungrily. “Oh…. oh wow…” Trevor said, his voice sounding slightly dazed as the fast moment, enjoying the feeling of Elias’ lips on his neck, working the spot Elias knew would drive him wild. “Oh… god, right there. We got to stop. My brother is still here, and we both know he’d never let us live this down.” NO! TAKE HIM NOW! The mysterious voice caused Elias to stop what he was doing, looking around briefly for its source. “What’s wrong, babe?” Trevor asked, his pupils seemingly blown open with desire. “Don’t you hear that?” Elias whispered, his headache getting worse by the second. “What? You mean Toby?” Trevor said, smiling at Elias with a happy but confused look on his face. Suddenly, visions of his gym’s locker room, looking down as he was fucking some random person over a bench flooded Elais’s brain. The memory of Elias’s hookup in the gym came crashing down like an avalanche in his mind. Last night wasn’t a dream. I… I cheated on Trevor. What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?! Getting up suddenly, Elias raced to the bathroom, retching dryly into the toilet. GO BACK AND TAKE WHAT’S OURS! NOW! Clenching his teeth, Elais mentally pushed the source of the voice away from him, his mind screaming as he felt like his brain was being shoved into what could only be described as a glass box. NO! YOU… YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. NOW! The headache quickly began to subside, as well as the wave of nausea. A cool hand slowly rubbed his neck comfortingly, mumbling comforting words. “Breathe, babe… just take in some deep breaths,” Travor’s voice said soothingly as he gently began to rub Elias’ back in small circles. Finally feeling the last bit of nausea and pain in his head disappear, Elias let his head rest on the cold toilet seat. “I should call your work and tell them you can’t come in today,” Trevor said, his voice sounding concerned as he got up and started to walk towards the bedroom, likely to grab his phone. “NO!” Elias said, grabbing Trevor’s hand in a panic. “Just… No. You can’t. Your brother can probably explain it better than me, but as far as you're concerned, you can’t say that you’ve seen either of us.” “Ooooo….kay…” Trevor replied, likely even more confused from the way his voice sounded to Elias, rubbing his wrist where Elias had grabbed it in a panic. “Well, I’ll go talk to him, I guess. Why don’t you take a shower? Maybe you’ll feel a bit better after?” Nodding silently, Elias waited until Trevor left the room, before finally shucking off his boxers and stepping under the warm spray of the shower head, letting his mind empty as the jets of water slowly worked at the tension in his shoulders. Finally, he grabbed the soap, working it into a lather and began to clean his entire body, feeling dirty both mentally and physically as his mind drifted back to the previous night’s events. The monsters. The strange way his team had acted. His mind flashed towards the hookup in the gym, how he’d acted so out of character. His face flushed at the memory of his random hookup with… Tim, was it? It felt like someone was in control of him the entire time, his brain unable to stop anything happening like he was just along for the ride. He slammed his fist on the tiled wall, the sound of tiles groaning and threatening to crack causing him to jump. Suddenly, he remembered the slice on his arm, shocked at how normal it felt. Touching the bandage apprehensively, he frowned, expecting it to sting under his careful touch. Oddly, though, the area felt fine. He slowly removed it, shocked to find the cut completely healed, only a thin white scar in its place, feeling slightly numb and looking lighter and almost grey compared to the skin around it. “I could have sworn that it was going to need stitches,” Elias whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the spray of the shower. “How is it already healed?” Perplexed, he finished his shower in a rush, and shut off the water, the dripping sound of the water on the tile echoing loudly in the space. He could make out the sound of his husband and brother-in-law chatting in the other room. Elias knew the apartment was cheaply built, but was shocked he never noticed how thin the walls had to be in order to hear the muffled sounds of the men’s voices. Toweling himself off, he took another look at himself in the mirror, now fully naked and wide awake. He could swear he looked more muscular, with barely any body fat left on his normally fit body. His veins looked to be bigger and more prominent, like he’d just been working out. Even his cock and balls looked bigger, definitely looking almost an inch longer, and his balls handing lower and looking fuller somehow. Unnerved, he tossed the towel over the shower curtain rod, and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a t-shirt and gym shorts. Again, he frowned, realizing that the clothes definitely were fitting tighter than before, his muscled chest now filling the shirt and looking almost snug, his legs just barely fitting in the holes of the boxers, his ample cock and balls filling the space more than before. Something is very definitely different about me, he decided, before finally walking out of the bedroom and towards the two brothers sitting on the couch.

Chapter 10: Because You Just Might Get IT Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:20 MST. 30-Oct-20XX After the Alpha had given Stag a second dose of his potent seeds, the corruption-seeking ginger no longer required any restraints while the other creatures had their turn inside him. The viscous saliva from the initial penetration had worn off, and Stag was made to feel every second of his conversion as it continued. The Alpha stood back as one of his underlings began its work on Stag, his arms crossed, and felt a sense of pride as he watched. His boldness is to be admired, the Alpha thought. But his presumption that we would just accept him needs to be dealt with. This one must be shown his place. He had ordered the other creatures to have fun with the soldier, but also to show him no mercy, and to give him no sedation. He’ll be useful later, but for now, let’s make him regret this little excursion into our hive. The other creatures seemed to hear his thoughts, and turned their heads toward him, and then back to Stag, indicating their understanding of the orders. The first smiler pressed his bulbous cock into Stag’s gaping rectum, and found the familiar squish of corrupted semen just inside the cavity. It was on the verge of leaking out, and the smiler pushed it back inside where it must remain. Stag grunted at the penetration, and after sinking a good eleven inches deep into the hole, the first smiler began thrusting. Its sweat built up quickly and began running off him in rivulets as it started to pound Stag’s hole into oblivion. In all his years of gallivanting and whoring it up, Stag had never once played with his anus. The nearest he came to it was when he picked up a person of indeterminate gender in Thailand who surprised him by strapping on a comically large dildo. Stag had felt a simultaneous hunger and revulsion in that episode, and humiliated his one-night stand so he wouldn’t have to interact with their fetish. His internalized homophobia slowly ebbed away, and the ongoing penetration with the smiler made him realize that he might have missed a golden opportunity back then, but he was making up for it now. A second smiler came round to the front of Stag, and positioned itself just in front of his head. Stag looked up briefly and was greeted by a monstrously large corrupted dick, oozing with thick precum. He needed no instruction, and knew what was expected of him. Craning his neck up as far as he could, he opened his mouth widely and swallowed the dark massive dick as much as he could. The second smiler purred deeply in response, and forced his infected prong the rest of the way down Stag’s throat. Matching the rhythm of his brother, the second smiler began to orally fuck Stag's windpipe. He was given no choice but to comply and swallow every drop of corrupted seed that came to him as his throat muscles strained. The top smiler continued to fuck, and Stag’s resistance excited the beast further. The tempo of the thrusts increased, and Stag’s mind began to wander. He’s getting close. My God, it’s huge… he’s hitting all the right spots and it hurts so bad but it hurts so good I don’t ever want it to stop Oh for the love of God please fucking stop These evil fuckers are getting off on my fighting it Stop fighting it Bryce No yes No Yes No Yes No Yes YES YES YES YES YES AW FUUUUUUUUCK. He felt the heat coming off his tops, and the dripping sweat, and he began to feel like he was swimming while being spitroasted. The thrusts were so hard, Stag was sure this would break him in half. His hole was stretched to its absolute limit, and almost torn by the throbbing cock inside him. Then the top beast began to slow. It pulled most of the way out, and then slammed its thick shaft back inside all the way to the hilt, and repeated the motion a countless number of times. The sensations overwhelmed him, and Stag lost control of his bladder. His acrid piss began running like a quiet river that grew into a raging torrent, feeding the beast inside him. Stag felt a very brief sense of relief, but the fucking didn’t stop for a second. The smiler opposite of him removed his dick from the mouth, and jacking off rapidly, shot a hefty load of black oozy spunk on Stag’s face. It got his right eye, and ran down the cheek. Stag tried to reach it with his tongue, but was not successful. The second smiler growled deeply in satisfaction, and wiped the load from the man's face with its left hand. Then it held a clawed finger out, and Stag licked it up eagerly while trying to avoid poking his tongue with the claw. Mmm. Metallic. He had tasted his own cum once on a dare during basic, and found it too smoky and bleachy. This load, however, had a hard taste like biting a pill, but with notes of sweet nectar. Already he could feel that his tongue was different. As he watched, the Alpha could pinpoint the moment when Stag's transformation began; two superior loads deep with entry at two points plus the third on the way, and the physique started to morph into a balloon animal made of muscle and dark veins. The corruption spiderwebbed out from the source and snaked across and around the body at a surprisingly swift rate. Stag’s skin took on a slightly transparent greyish pallor as his transformation progressed. The pupils had begun to dilate; Stag was in pig heaven as he felt it taking over and obliterating the man he used to be. Perfection, the Alpha growled in approval. I can’t wait to see what he does with it. The top smiler held still for a second as it flipped Stag over while still inside him. Stag groaned with the twisting motion, and opening his eyes, he was able to see the face of the thing that was breeding him. It had its mouth open, black corruption dripping from the eyes and mouth, razor-sharp teeth like daggers grinning savagely as it resumed its ministration. Stag locked eyes with the creature, and its gaze penetrated his heart. For the first time in a while, Stag knew true fear. I could die from this, Stag thought with a hint of remorse. Fuck me, what have I done… But it’s so beautiful, and I’ll be one of these guys pretty soon with a virgin meat puppet of my own underneath me. It will be glorious. Knowing he had surrendered his humanity for the ultimate fuck, his last thoughts of resistance faded away as he fully embraced the creature by its head in both his hands. It was sticky to the touch, but he didn’t let go. He fondled the creature's horns, and wondered what purpose they served, and then discarded the query. The smiler seemed to like the touch in this spot, and purred deep in its chest. Stag locked eyes with his breeder. “Keep… fucking… Breed me… now… you… ugly … piece of … shit!” His breath came faster and in short gulps, and he longed for the part where the insemination was over and he could just enjoy his reward. His chest began to heave as the heart rate increased. Now Stag was returning the thrusts and bucking his hips in response to the pounding he had been receiving, and it caught the smiler by surprise. Its grin got wider as it figured out what Stag was doing, and in response, pushed Stag onto his shoulders, and began jackhammering him. This one seeks total destruction. Inspired, the smiler put its hands on Stag’s raw nipples, and tugged at them until they were hard and puffy. At long last, the smiler seized up, and let out a terrible roar that penetrated Stag's heart. A toxic volley of semen again flooded Stag's ruined colon, and as it moved through his chute, he felt it burning up from the inside. The smiler lowered Stag to the floor so he was lying on his back again. Stag took a moment to look at his own meagre cock, but to his astonishment, it had also changed from the last time he saw it. Where it had been a modest but respectable pale pecker was now a python of a dick, oozing its final drops of uninfected cum. Aware that the virus was working, Stag began to stroke himself furiously to empty his nuts. One for the road. Giving him all the sensations, the smiler took Stag’s balls in his hand, and pulled them downward forcefully. Stag let out a loud appreciative moan, but was cut short by a hand from an unseen figure. It held his mouth shut, and he was bound again, and working with less oxygen. Breath control, Stag thought. That’s a new one. It sent him over the edge; the load was short in coming, and when it shot, the smiler opened its mouth widely, and hungrily slurped every drop off Stag's hand and abdomen with its bifurcated tongue. The hand withdrew from Stag’s mouth, and he could breathe again. The air began to smell of sweat and spunk and stale piss and ass, and Stag was fully intoxicated by it. Heh, already an improved sense of smell, he thought. The smiler pulled out, leaving a grateful Stag lying on the floor, almost comatose as the corruption renewed its hold on him. As he began to slip back into unconsciousness, a third creature took its place, and started Stag up again before he had a chance to roll over, light up, and turn on the Late Show. Then it came: a voice familiar to Stag shouted something about liquidation over the speakers. A sudden clamor was heard from across the spacious room, but Stag and his breeder were too engaged to even register it. The Alpha’s head turned in the direction of the sounds with alarm, and it bolted off in that direction with several other smilers who had been waiting their turn. —--------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:40 MST. 30-OCT-20XX The impact with the air vent caused Gravestone to momentarily lose his hearing, and he attempted to get up from the cold concrete floor. His head throbbed, and the world felt dizzy. He blinked several times, dumbfounded by how quickly this escalated, and the ringing in his ears only added to his disorientation. He snapped his fingers next to his left ear twice, and it produced a dull unsatisfactory clicking sound. Feeling every one of his years, the aging commander pushed himself to all fours. Steadying himself with what he thought was a wall, he returned to standing. The dizziness slowly allayed, and everything felt surreal. The wetness on his steadying hand had only a split-second’s attention. Hearing slowly approaching footsteps behind him, Gravestone quickly turned about, hoping the steps came from either Reaper or Tex or Zero, or some other last-second hero from his squad. To his great surprise, he was greeted by a newly-converted Lockjaw, who obscured his features slightly by remaining in a shadow just light enough to see who it was, but none of the distinctive new physical traits. “Commander,” the voice said with no inflection. Lockjaw could barely contain his excitement. Gravestone recognized the voice instantly. “Adrian!! Thank God it’s you,” Gravestone said with great relief. “We gotta go. Tex and Reaper are just on the other side of the gate.” “Why the rush, commander?” Lockjaw asked in a light voice. “We have everything we need right here. Don’t run off - the fun’s about to begin.” As he spoke, the timbre of his voice deepened and sounded sinister by the last word. Gravestone felt his heart skip a beat. In that skip, he knew he was about to come to harm. His walls went up, and he attempted to step back, but found a fleshy form instead of a hard surface. Alarmed, he turned about, and found himself face to face with Pixel. “Stay with us, commander,” Pixel said in the same dreamy voice. “You’ll come to love it as we do.” Gravestone was horrified as he found himself quickly surrounded by nearly half his team, all converted into smilers; Lockjaw emerged from the shadow, and Patch stepped into view with him, followed by Sticks. Each of them had the same weirdly grey skin, the same dilated pupils, the same sharp teeth and the creepy grin that accompanied them, and each was completely naked. Two other faces that Gravestone didn’t know also appeared from unseen places, and their features seemed more developed: one had slight horns in its forehead, the other bore claws that badly needed a manicure. All were naked, all drooled to varying degrees, and all of them wielded huge penises, some more erect than others. The smilers formed a small half-circle around him. He was surprised to see that Stag wasn't among them, and part of him hoped the ass would be a hero and save him from the impending doom. “No…” Gravestone looked from one face to the next, hoping to find an ally among them, but they all gave him the same menacing grin. He raised his tranq gun, knowing the futility of using it, but it was his only means of defense for what was going to happen next. His hands trembled as he pointed his weapon from face to face, unable to fire on his comrades. “Patch… not you, too!” Tears of fear and hurt began to well up in his eyes as he struggled to process this shift in the game plan. “It’s okay, commander,” Patch said gently. “There’s no pain, no fear, only pleasure and a deep sense of brotherhood. Rapid healing, sex drive for days, and so many new features.” Sticks interrupted him. “The endorphins are wonderful, and it feels so good. Join us, commander. It will be the best thing you ever did.” Gravestone didn’t dare to breathe. A single tear escaped his eye, and ran down his cheek. An unknown smiler hissed impatiently. He lowered his weapon, and drooped his head, blinking several times as he processed a variety of outcomes. He knew there was no escaping this, and fighting back would be futile. Outnumbered and certainly outgunned, Gravestone let the weapon fall to the floor. It made a pitiful clattering sound, hardly doing justice to what he was feeling. The sextet closed their circle around him, and Gravestone shut his eyes tightly, praying that this was just a bad dream. He reopened them, and looked toward the exit where Tex and Reaper had gone out, and wished he could have joined them. “Good luck, guys.” He inhaled deeply for a calming breath. Forgive me, Denise. Gravestone surrendered completely to the darkness as multiple gobs of spit struck him simultaneously from different angles. —------------- Helixion Genetics, South Maintenance Corridor, Building 3, Basement Level 5. The other side of the locked gate. REDACTED LOCATION. 23:51 MST. 30-OCT-20XX Elias hissed sharply as Tex tried to inspect the scratch wound on his friend’s arm. “It’s a deep scratch, but I can’t treat it here,” Tex said with frustration. “Too dark, and too many potential contaminants in here.” He carefully put the jacket back on Elias, who grimaced and groaned as the garment was replaced on him. “Sorry, buddy. It doesn’t seem to be bleeding, though. You’ll probably have a scar. We’ll get Trevor to look at it when we get you home.” Tex looked back at the gate. “What about the commander?” Elias shook his head slightly, regretful that he wasn’t with them. “We can’t help him. If we go back, we’re finished. We’ve got to go NOW. With any luck, he’ll get away from those things.” The two of them started moving through the dark space, neither one speaking. The air was different here - a little cleaner, less confining, but it smelled slightly dusty. The only source of light came from the small lamp above the gate where they came in. The exit felt like a long way off. In his mind, Tex was cursing Jack over and over for his loud reactions that awoke the smilers, and took their commander, and wounded his friend. All this shit could have been avoided, and now we gotta leave another one behind. We’re the last two left, and who knows if that scratch was poisonous? I could be a sole survivor. The thought sent a shudder through him, and Elias noticed it, but said nothing. Tex continued his train of thought. Patch and Pixel were both raped and possibly killed; Lockjaw and Sticks are both MIA, Stag went rogue, and Zero… oh, brave Zero... Always the consummate soldier. Hope he lasts til morning. After turning a corner, a light was visible at the end of the tunnel, and they ran toward it. “Finally! An exit,” Elias said with relief. At last, this shitstorm can begin to be over. Only one more obstacle to freedom stood in their way: a large grate, bolted to the exterior wall. Needing no words, Elias and Tex gave one glance to each other, then coordinated a couple of swift kicks to the metal covering. It gave way surprisingly fast, and Tex looked at Elias in astonishment. “There’s no way that should have come off in two kicks,” he said. Elias was likewise confounded by it. “No kidding. Who put together that security detail?” Not questioning their good fortune for another second, they pushed the grate forward the rest of the way, and Elias was the first to taste the sweet freedom of the night air. When both he and Tex had emerged from the tunnel, they stood up fully, and inhaled deeply. The October night air was chilly, but not freezing, and considering the past few hours of activity, it was a welcome relief both physically and mentally. They paused to take in the moment, and just breathe. Elias took note of the surroundings. “Where do you think we came out?” Everything looked so different by night. He could see only trees and shrubs and the occasional rock. “I think you came out in a coffee shop, as I recall,” Tex answered, giving his friend a smirk. “I know that was a joke, but that is so not funny right now,” Elias said. “You know you love it!” Tex replied playfully. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here. The security team is probably still out front, but let’s try to sneak past them.” “Right,” Elias agreed. “They’re probably on the General’s payroll.” Quietly keeping to the shadows, they carefully followed the Helixion building around the side, knowing they would come around to the front eventually. The uneven ground and the darkness of the night made progression slow. Tex’s left foot found a sinkhole before he or Elias saw it, and he was on the grass in an instant. Tex wanted to cry out in pain as his ankle throbbed, but Elias was fast enough to cover his friend’s mouth with a hand. Wordlessly, they exchanged looks, and Elias indicated he would pull Tex back to his feet. Taking him in two hands, he pulled Tex up from under the arms, and it was a great effort for Tex to mask the exertion without making a sound. Once in an upright position, Tex balanced precariously on the right foot while hovering the injured left just inches above the ground, and a hand on the wall. Elias knelt down for a look, and wanted to issue a vilification for the hidden hole in the dirt, but knew silence was the priority. Elias looked at Tex’s shin, ankle, and foot, but without removing all the clothing and boots, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. He looked back up at Tex, and gave a quick shaking of the head. In pantomime, he raised his hands to say, “Looks fine.” Tex understood, and using his hands, he mimed the word “twisted”, and drew a question mark with his index finger. Elias nodded in acknowledgement. He offered his shoulders for Tex to grab, and hobbled both of them around toward the front of the facility. Tex touched his injured foot down occasionally to balance himself as they moved slowly. As they rounded the first corner, flashing emergency lights reflecting from the surrounding trees told them what would be waiting for them around front. “We got company,” Tex said in a whisper. “Any ideas?” Shaking his head yes, Elias took a look around and motioned towards the treeline off in the distance. “If we can make it over through the fence and trees, there should be a gas station along that road, then we call a cab or Uber…” Elias said, his voice slightly slurred. “That’s a big ‘if’… not to mention cameras on the parking lot between us and Krell. Don’t ask me why, but I don’t think we can trust him…” Tex said, his ankle throbbing as he gingerly tried to put weight on it. “Stick to the shadows. We should be okay then. For such a big place, they really cheaped out on the cameras,” Elias replied, shaking his head as he spoke, fighting the dizzy feeling in his brain. Slowly, Elias helped Tex slowly hobble across the darkest part of the parking lot, before finally making it to the thick treeline, the sound of traffic and several fire engine sirens rushing past. After several minutes, and several near trips into a stray muddy puddle, the two emerged from the woods and looked up and down the street. Off in the distance, the glow of a small gas station cutting the dim soft glow of the streetlights. It was a long journey toward it, but their slow three-legged race went unnoticed by anyone, and they finally came to rest on a bench in front of the station. Tex grunted as he sat down, grateful to be off his feet at last. “Thanks, buddy. I owe you one.” Fatigue started to rear its ugly head as both men tried to process the events of the past few hours. For a few minutes, neither one of them spoke or made any sound. Finally, Tex broke the silence. “I reckon we should get some supplies before moving out,” he said, never taking his eyes off the horizon. “Buuuut … neither of us is really in a condition to do some shopping.” “I was just thinking about that,” Elias said slowly. “If we buy anything with our credit cards, there will be a record of the sale when we’re supposed to be in that godforsaken facility.” This long sentence was a struggle to put together as his words continued to slur. Tex picked up on it, and observed his friend quietly. He must be drop-dead exhausted. And that wound… maybe it was poisonous, after all. “Do you have any cash?” Tex asked. Elias fished around in his pockets, and turned up a couple of old dollar bills that had been through the wash a few times. Tex had a few more that were in better shape. Putting them together, it was barely enough for at least two bottles of water, maybe something to eat, and ice. “Well, I’m feeling a little woozy, but you’ve got the twisted ankle,” Elias said with an effort. “Rock paper scissors for shopping duties?” Tex nodded thrice, and they played a round. Tex chose rock, Elias chose paper. “Tough break, bro.” “Yeah, yeah, I’m going…” Tex said in his drawl. He pushed himself up from the bench with Elias’s support, and carefully made his way to the brightly-lit entrance of the mini-mart. Elias resumed his seat on the bench, watching his friend all the way. When Tex was inside and out of sight, Elias looked up at the night sky. It was a starry night, and the quiet here was deafening. Given all the chaos of the night, this was a welcome relief. His head was filled with images that kept playing on an endless loop: Gravestone getting knocked across the room, the long tunnel to the exit, that fool Jack, and the horrible appearances of the smilers. What were those things? Why were they interested in fucking my team members? What happened to Lockjaw, to Sticks, to Patch? Why did Stag bail on us? Right at the moment, he wished he hadn’t given up smoking - a cigarette right now would do him good and maybe clear his head, give him something to do with his hands. The brain fog hadn’t let up, and Elias just put it down to fatigue and mental exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard the cheerful bell of the mini-mart’s door chime, and Tex reappeared, carrying a small sack filled with things. Tex returned to the bench, and took a comfortable seat. “Got some things for us,” he said with forced cheer. “Here, drink this.” He handed Elias a bottle of water, and then took out another for himself. Elias took a long, grateful pull from the bottle at once, and swallowed. Then he looked at the bottle in slight revulsion. “It’s perfectly anemic,” he said. “It’s wet, isn’t it?” Tex said with a glare. “Just drink it.” He continued to unpack the bag. “I got some ice for my ankle… a couple of nutritional bars they had on clearance price…” He removed the ice and set it next to him, but kept the bars in the bag, and continued to fish for things. “Aaaand… viola! A disposable phone.” He showed the prize to Elias like a child who just found his new favorite toy. “We didn’t have the cash for that!” Elias objected. “Forgot I had a couple twenties in my shirt pocket,” Tex answered triumphantly. “I get to be the hero this time.” He reached in the bag one more time, and pulled out a box of large bandages. “It’s not exactly the ER, but we can at least cover your wound with something sterile, and I can see it better in this light. Eat this, and take off your jacket.” Elias removed his jacket again, but it caused him less pain this time. He placed the garment over the back of the bench, and it slowly began to slide off. He turned his body so Tex could see the scratch fully while Tex opened the bandage. Elias opened the bar, and took a bite. The thing was hard, but something to keep him fueled. It’s supposed to be strawberry, but all I taste is grit, he thought bitterly. Tex inspected the wound. The deep gash in the skin thankfully had stopped oozing on its own, but still looked rather jagged and painful. Likely it would need stitches, but having nothing close to that, it would just have to wait until morning. Elias breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to put his damaged jacket back on, but didn’t find it where he put it. He looked around but saw no garment anywhere. Tex saw his distress, and finally asked, “Where’s your fucking jacket?” Elias stood to walk around the bench, and found himself severely unbalanced. “Whoa, easy, cowboy!” Tex said, trying to steady his friend. Elias sat back down, and felt his heart rate slightly elevated. “Whew! It feels like it’s been ages since I last got up,” Elias said with embarrassment. “There it is,” Tex said, pointing at the jacket in a rumpled pile. “It just fell under the bench.” He grabbed it, and helped Elias put it back on. “There ya go, all better. How about we call a cab?” Elias could only nod in reply. —-------- Elias’s apartment. REDACTED LOCATION. 00:10 MST. 31-OCT-20XX The cab had appeared within minutes, and Tex used up every red cent to pay the fare. He regretted he couldn’t tip the driver more than a few pennies, but promised himself he would call the cab company the next day and set it right. During the whole ride, only the driver spoke. Tex gave the barest of information as Elias drifted in and out of awareness. Glad to be home at last, Elias poured two shots of rum, and gave one to Tex, who raised his glass as if to give a toast. “To our friends who didn’t get home tonight,” he said gravely. Elias returned the toast, and they downed the shots together. It burned all the way down. Tex had his foot propped up on the coffee table with the bag of ice draped over the ankle. Elias’s head continued to throb, and the medicinal shot didn’t alleviate the uncomfortable feeling. He collected the glass from Tex and placed both in the kitchen sink. The dull sound it produced resonated like the sound of striking an anvil. Tex observed his friend as he moved around the apartment. He looked ragged and tired, his hair was a mess in all directions, and he smelled of sweat and grime as if he had been running for days. Tex didn’t imagine he looked much better, and hadn’t the heart or the vanity to locate a mirror to prove otherwise. He also noticed that Elias didn’t look like a well man. Hardly surprising, considering what we’ve been through tonight. “We should figure out what to do about all this,” Tex said awkwardly. Elias turned his gaze toward his friend, and then away as a strange vision danced into his head. Mentally he was undressing Tex, and then pounding him into the couch with a massive boner. And then it was gone - Elias felt like he was losing his grip on reality. He pinched his nose bridge between two fingers, and after removing them, he blinked at Tex. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” “What are we going to do?” Tex repeated, now with concern followed by a sudden yawn. He removed his glasses, and set them on the nearby end table. “I… I don’t know,” Elias stammered. “I can’t think right now. I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years. Can we sort this out in the morning?” “Sure, man,” Tex said sleepily. “It will still… be…” Before he knew it, Tex had fallen asleep mid-sentence on the couch, his clothes still on, his foot still elevated with the ice happily melting around it. Elias softly chuckled, and whispered, “Good night, my friend.” He removed the bag of ice, and placed it in the sink. Elias returned with a soft kitchen towel, and placed it beneath Tex’s elevated foot. Then he covered him with an afghan, and extinguished the lights. He pushed himself down the hall to the room he shared with Trevor, and completely undressed himself. Turning toward the full-length mirror, his eyes instantly went to the spot where the monster had scratched him. His mouth twisted in distaste, and he silently hoped that the wound wouldn’t get infected or worse. I’m not a medic, but Trevor can look at it tomorrow. Hopefully just a flesh wound. He turned away from the mirror; the bed looked so inviting. He crawled into the king-size bed, grateful that Trevor was working overnight in surgery and wouldn’t be home til morning. Before he could reach over and put out the lamp, Elias was asleep in an instant, lying horizontally across the bed. END OF THE FIRST ACT.

Check back tomorrow.

Chapter 8: Zero Hour Helixion Genetics, South Passage, Ground Floor. Building 3. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Man, this hallway goes on forever,” Elias complained aloud. “There better be cheese at the end of this maze!” Navigating all the twisting corridors in the dark hadn’t been a fun experience for either him or Gravestone. Twice he nearly walked into a wall that he didn’t expect to find there, prompting Gravestone to remark, “Careful, there, soldier. Wouldn’t want to have to carry you out of here.” “Hardy-har,” Elias responded with sarcasm to cover his embarrassment. “Let me look at the map.” Gravestone handed the single sheet of paper to him silently, and began to examine a plaque on the wall while Elias inspected the map. After a quick scan, he shined his field light down the hall they just came through. “We just went through there, and if I’m reading this right, the map indicates a left turn from here. Do you see a left turn ahead?” Gravestone turned his light ahead in that direction, and quickly found the corner. “Yup. Right… er, left here.” His beam hit the unremarkable wall. “Okay, then the security room should be at the end of the hall. Tex and Stag should have got access to the cameras by now.” The walk through the hall was uneventful, and both men kept silent as they proceeded. The only sound was the soft clip of their tactical boots. Elias was grateful that the annoying alarm had ceased, and he inwardly prayed that it stopped because Tex or Stag found a switch in the security room. Finally reaching the door to the room, both men stopped suddenly. Elias sniffed the air, and said, “Smell that?” “Someone’s been smoking, right here.” He pointed his light at the floor, and immediately found a cigarette butt, smashed from what looked like a boot print. “And here’s the evidence.” He bent over and picked it up, and after a quick examination, said, “This is that brand that Stag likes.” He threw it back on the floor with contempt. “I’d like a smoke right now, but that guy seriously has no respect for protocol.” Gravestone stood at full height. “Remind me to chew him out for it later.” Elias nodded twice, and then tried the door. To his surprise, the knob turned easily, indicating that it wasn’t locked. He pushed the door open quickly, and was surprised to find Tex lying on the floor, and the contents of the trash can strewn about him. “Shit, Toby!” Elias rushed to him, and knelt beside him. Gravestone entered the room, joining Elias over Tex’s slumped form. “Damn it! Please tell me he’s still alive,” Gravestone said, watching as Elias held two fingers to Tex’s neck. “Yep. I think he was just knocked out,” Elias replied, rolling the man over and looking around for any injuries. Gravestone then walked over to the bay of monitors. “Good, try to get him back with us while I take a look. This gives us access to the whole building,” Gravestone said, looking at the various feeds, trying to get a bit of situational awareness. “Wake up, buddy.” Elias removed the wads of paper and food wrappers from around his friend, and gently slapped his face once or twice. Tex came to, with a start. “Wha…” He groaned at once, and put his hand to the back of his head where Stag had struck him. “What the hell happened to you?” Elias asked him. “It was Stag. Sick twisted fuck knocked me out,” he said as he pushed himself up to sitting while nursing his wounded head, hissing as he touched the back of his head. “Damn…. That hurts.” “Why would he do that?” Gravestone asked with a touch of anger in his voice. “No idea. We were watching the monitors, and… oh, shit… They got Patch and Pixel,” Tex said with irritation. “Who is ‘they’?” Gravestone demanded. “Who got Patch and Pixel?” Tex hesitated, then exhaled loudly. “We were watching the monitors when we saw this… huge thing chasing them and Zero.” He kept blinking as he remembered witnessing the awful event. “They tried to barricade in an office, and the thing broke the door down when those alarms went off. It was like a man possessed, only it wasn’t a man. Or I don’t think it was. It … looked like…” Tex’s breath started coming shorter as he tried to find the right words to accurately convey what he saw. Elias and Gravestone exchanged intense looks of concern, and then returned their gaze to Tex. “What? What did it look like?” Gravestone asked impatiently. “I can’t begin to describe it,” Tex finally said. “It was black, and big, and of monstrous size, I mean, it looked human-shaped but didn’t, and it hurt them, and sliced their clothes. Then another one came in, and they started…” Tex struggled to find the right word here. “The creatures got Patch and Pixel naked, and they raped them.” “Oh my god…” Elias whispered, drawing a hand to his lips. Gravestone’s face pinched while he processed the fact. “Wh… why the hell would they do that?” “It was terrible,” Tex choked out. “And then a third one came in, but I guess Zero hid somewhere, and it didn’t find him. But it left, and then the things carried our guys away. I think maybe they’re dead, they weren’t moving and I don't see how they could have survived that.” Tex’s voice trailed off. Elias and Gravestone shot looks of puzzlement at each other. Gravestone turned back to the monitors. “God damn it! Show us which room. Where did this happen?” Gravestone asked, eyes never leaving the array of screens. Tex stood to his feet, and hobbled over to the displays. It didn’t take him an instant to find the one he wanted. “There. This room,” he said, pointing. “And look – oh thank god, Zero’s still there!” “Guy’s probably freaking out,” Elias said. He activated his earpiece. “Zero, come in.” The figure on the monitor raised his head at the call, and leapt to his feet. “Z-z-zero here,” he answered in a broken voice. “Commander, it’s good to hear your voice! Please tell me you guys are safe!” Gravestone also activated his device. “Zero, we’ve found Tex. He saw the whole thing on the monitors in the security office. Are you injured?” “No, sir. I was able to get into the ceiling.” “Did you see what happened?” Gravestone asked, concern in his voice. “Yes, sir. It was brutal. Those… monsters got Pixel. Patch, too.” “We’ve heard,” Elias said. “We’re going to find the security tapes, and have a look for ourselves.” “You… you aren’t doubting me, are you sir?” Zero asked in a hurt voice. “No,” Elias answered gently. “No, Zero, but for our part, we need to see what this was, and maybe fill in some holes in the story. We need to see what you saw.” Zero sighed but with no visible relief. “Understood, sir. I’m… just going to sit here a minute.” Zero resumed his seat on the floor in a position of defeat and what looked like coping. He cradled himself, and started rocking back and forth on the hard office floor. Gravestone looked at Elias, jaw slightly dropped, and eyes full of compassion. “Jesus, he’s starting to shut down mentally. We gotta go get him. Can you handle Tex by yourself?” “I’m fine, guys,” Tex answered. “Just gonna have a nasty bump for a few days.” “Any idea where Stag is?” Elias asked, “I want to give that fucker a piece of my mind.” “Screw him,” Tex said. “Like I was telling you, we were watching that crazy scene, and I went to throw up. When I came up for air, I noticed him… I dunno, maybe touching himself. He was clearly getting off on what we watched happen.” Tex shook his head slightly. “He said something really fucking weird, and the guys on base say he’s been off his rocker for a while now. Probably took off on his own. Didn’t exactly say where he was going.” Elias wasn’t terribly surprised. With all the venomous remarks and ambivalence toward the mission thus far tonight, he almost expected Stag to do something drastic and stupid to top it all off. “Wait!” Tex suddenly said. “Fuck, I remember now. He said, ‘I can’t have you stopping me’ right before he clocked me. What the fuck did he mean by that?” “I… think I know,” Gravestone answered gravely. He pointed at another monitor. “Take a look. Down in the basement here.” The three of them watched the CCTV as they saw Stag walking by himself, confidently, and almost strutting from one end of the screen to the other and out of sight. Elias consulted the map. “What the hell is he down there for? There’s nothing down there but a maintenance shaft.” Tex looked at Elias quizzically. “If he wanted to bolt,” Elias continued, “he’s going in the wrong direction.” “Dammit…” Gravestone said with irritation. He put his hand to his earpiece. “Stag, come in.” In another monitor, they could see Stag remove his own earpiece, drop it on the floor, and crush it beneath his boot. He then found the nearest camera, and flipped them the bird before walking off screen again. Elias’s jaw dropped open in shock. “Yep… leave him, he’s gone,” Gravestone said, pursing his lips tightly. “I hope the monsters get him, the reckless bastard. I’m done trying with him. One less psycho in the world.” Tex and Elias expressed silent surprise that their commander would so easily cast off one of the team without a moment’s hesitation. “Where are the others?” Gravestone again put his hand to his earpiece. “Patch, give your location.” No reply. “Lockjaw, what’s your status?” No reply again. Gravestone looked at the others. “Why is no one answering?” Tex shrugged. “Remember when Sticks stopped responding? Maybe this whole place is full of dead zones.” Gravestone put his tongue between his teeth with frustration and shook his head, but said nothing. “Seriously, fuck this place.” Elias continued to check various monitors. “Hey, guys, I don’t see Lockjaw or Sticks anywhere on these feeds, either.” Gravestone silently looked at the screens, inspecting each one, and hoping he’d see them somewhere. “See? Here’s where the fire door came down on the Major, and he’s not there. Shit, we told him to stay put!” Elias slammed his fist down on the panel, and it gave a small electrical buzz in response. “If they ran into those things that took Patch and Pixel,” Gravestone began in a dark tone, “then they’re probably gone, too. Fuck! That’s almost half the squad.” He sighed, shut his eyes, and silently wished he was somewhere else. This can’t be happening. “Zero, how are you doing?” Elias asked. It took a minute to get a response, but Zero finally answered, “I’m holed up here. Those things are still out there. You guys can’t risk getting caught, too. Get out of here, and get help. Reinforcements. Something.” Tex and Elias and Gravestone all exchanged looks again. “No, soldier. Stay put, we’re coming to get you.” “No, sir! I’m telling you, it’s too risky,” Zero answered back. “I’ll buy you some time. I just… need a minute. Give me a second to think.” “This night just keeps getting better and better,” Tex said sarcastically, finally finding his glasses in the bottom of the trash, a large piece of uneaten banana stuck to one of the lenses. Elias looked around the control panel, searching for something that would indicate a playback of the assault on Patch and Pixel. After pressing a few buttons at a static monitor, he cued the footage to a guesstimate of when the event occurred. With singular luck, the video feed showed the exact moment when the third creature left the room in frustration. Elias and Gravestone watched in blank surprise as they got their first look at the monsters that attacked their teammates. —-------------- Helixion Genetics, East Hallway, Building 3, 2nd Floor Chemicals Lab. Office, Site of the Double Assault. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:32 MST Zero sat in a crumpled mess, attempting to smack the demons out of his head. He kept replaying the horrific sequence of events: the running down the hall, the attempt to keep the beast out, the view of the double rape from the ceiling. His mind screamed in terror. Each time he replayed it in his head, he invented a thousand and one scenarios where something might have been different and resulted in a different outcome. But none of them convinced him that he didn’t see it, and the images would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. He removed his earpiece, and placed it on the floor. No distractions. Taking several deep calming breaths, he tried to meditate. His mind went back to the first mission he’d ever been on: a simple mission to free some hostages from one of the nameless cartels in the region. A set of twin siblings, one male and one female. Apparently the drug lord had taken a liking to twins as of late, and the two had been pulled from their family, children of the American ambassador, in the dead of night two months prior. He’d been tasked with helping extract them. They’d almost made it out of the compound when the brother had been shot, his sister screaming in agony at the site of her twin lying in a quickly growing pool of her own blood. In an instant, she snapped and went running out into the courtyard, armed only with a blunt piece of wood. Before Zero could do anything, she was gunned down, landing just within arms reach. Before Zero could escape, he was caught by the cartel’s men. Over the week he spent in captivity, he’d endured nearly every form of torture they could think of, before their leader decided it would be a perfect time to have his way with him. Zero had been worn down and was nearly ready to lay back and let it happen when his team finally came in and rescued him. Zero covered his face with his hands and wept uncontrollably. This whole thing was a picnic compared to that. But, every time he thought back to what he witnessed, he was somehow transported back to that fateful night just before he was rescued. Smacking the side of his head one more time, he took several deep breaths and put the radio back in his ear. He had promised to cover his comrades while they escaped the facility, and this time, he would not fail. He wiped his face with one hand, checked his pistol, and resettled his uniform. After a deep inhalation, he went to the doorway, and boldly walked out with a false confidence he knew he didn’t feel. —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement. REDACTED LOCATION. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX “Baby…,” Lockjaw struggled to say, the saliva gurgling around in his mouth before he could finally spit it out. “What are you doing?” He continued to try spitting out the disgusting concoction that Sticks was now dribbling into his mouth. “Shhhh, it’s okay,” Sticks answered in a sickeningly sweet voice. “You’ll be okay, I promise. It’ll only hurt at first, but once you give yourself over to it, you’ll forget aaaall about the pain. On the other end is nothing but pleasure.” Lockjaw had to admit that the situation was incredibly kinky. In all their prior sexcapades, Sticks had never done anything like this. Lockjaw was always the top, and Sticks was his bottom. Now the roles were reversed, and Lockjaw felt uncomfortable with the unexpected shift in their dynamic. “Give…over…to what?” Lockjaw answered with trepidation, his mind swimming and he tried desperately to focus. Slowly, Sticks began to undress him, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with surprising strength. Roughly, he ripped off Lockjaw’s shirt, exposing his hairy chest. Playfully, Sticks ran his tongue up his chest in one long lick, before biting down hard on his left nipple. Lockjaw let out a loud groan, looking down and seeing a deep bruise already forming around the tender flesh. “To everything I want to give you, baby,” Sticks said, running his hands up and down Lockjaw’s chest. “You want it, right?” “Wh…. what are you wanting to give me…” Lockjaw said, shaking his head as the world around him bloomed in technicolor, his brain struggling to process everything. “I want to make us one…” Sticks said, hurriedly untying the man’s boots and ripping them off, quickly followed by the socks. “You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine forever, right?” Suddenly, Lockjaw gave a pained gasp as Sticks began to pull harshly on his balls, before diving deeply on his cock. Never before had the smaller man been able to deep throat him like this, always gagging at the last second. Now, it was almost like Sticks was a starved man, his teeth scraping the skin of his cock and he tried to swallow him whole. Finally pulling away, Lockjaw couldn’t help but moan, the cool air of the corridor causing his cock to throb. Sticks quickly pushed his legs over his head, sniffing and rubbing his face around in Lockjaw’s ass. “I want us to be together forever,” Sticks said, pulling back and staring almost feverishly at Lockjaw. “Tell me you’re ready for it.” “Ready for what,” Lockjaw said drunkenly, the chemicals making his mind feel like it was actually melting out of his ears, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything as his own body began to feel hot and flush. Sticks repositioned himself in reply, and then suddenly thrust his engorged, monstrous penis into Lockjaw’s rectum. “This!” Lockjaw gasped sharply as he felt the intrusion. It was larger than he remembered. For a split second, he thought Sticks might be using something as a dildo, because Sticks was never this thick or this rough. The texture of his member felt wrong, almost like the wooden leg from a piece of furniture. In that same instant, Lockjaw’s vision blacked out and came right back into focus. The mucus was working its magic, and seeping deeper and deeper into the brain. His vision swam, and the room fell into a slow, heavy spin. As Sticks continued thrusting in and out, Lockjaw swore he could barely make out the sound of approaching footsteps. They sounded like boots, and he feared discovery in this most compromising of positions. The boots stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds, the sound began again but receded, and he relaxed once again. In and out and in and out, Sticks worked himself up, and made sure that his partner was enjoying every single ministration. Lockjaw’s head lolled to one side, then suddenly rolled to the other as he relished the assault on his sphincter. He knew he would have trouble walking in the morning, but he didn’t care. This felt so good, so amazing. Everything in the world suddenly made sense. Stars occasionally came into view and burst as fast as they appeared across his vision. Why hadn’t he ever asked Sticks to top before? Probably his own impressive phallus consigned Sticks to an eternal bottom role, and Lockjaw was too happy to oblige. No longer though, he thought to himself. “You like this bigger dick, don’t you, Adrian,” Sticks hissed seductively. “It’s tearing you apart, making you miiiine forever. You - you will love this feeling as m-much as I do. God, your hole is like velvet!” Sticks’s breathing started coming heavier and faster and shorter. Lockjaw knew he was getting close, and his own prick had swelled to full size. He tried to move his hand down toward it to stroke himself, but Sticks had him pinned. Movement in any direction would require more effort than he could muster at the moment, and he didn’t want Sticks to stop ravaging him, either. The speed increased; the green hair flopped all about; the thrusts became shorter but more forcefully. Finally, Sticks shot his first toxic load into Lockjaw, and let out a terrifying howl of satisfaction. It was a sound Lockjaw would never forget; a bestial, feral roar that distorted the very fabric of reality. His body spasmed in response, but he didn’t feel that he had begun to leak his own cum during the copulation. It flowed out gently like a quiet stream in the woods, and dribbled slowly, coating both of them in his natural juices. Sticks stuck out his split tongue, and lapped it up, all the while keeping eye contact with his lover. He wanted him to see that he enjoyed the fluid, and was tasting his first meal since his conversion. “Welcome to my dark side,” Sticks said just before Lockjaw collapsed with exhaustion and into unconsciousness. “You. Are. MINE.” He bit his lover gently on the neck, making a miniscule puncture, blood barely beading on the surface. He didn’t know why he did this, but part of him knew that now Lockjaw would have another distinctive scar. Sticks cradled him, and just sat with him, his cock continuing to pump more and more of the black cum inside. —------------ Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Ground Floor. West Corridor. REDACTED location. 22:30 MST. 30-Oct-20XX Stag continued his cocky walk, not caring if anything surprised him from the shadows. He had got lost three times along the way, and kept finding himself back in the lobby of Helixion Genetics. After the third attempt, he opened a pocket in his shirt, and removed a tiny can of spray paint. He marked a large blue X on the paths he had already taken, and by process of elimination, he saw the one way he hadn’t gone. He was now on that path, and so far, he hadn’t returned to the lobby by surprise. He was confident - perhaps overconfident - that this was the right way toward a night of evil revelry. What do you think you're doing, Bryce? You're not gay. Fags are sick, twisted things. His internal voice was trying to protect him from the impending danger of the situation. But the devil on his shoulder also whispered to him. Oh yes, you are. You wouldn't have come down here otherwise. And you yourself are a sick, twisted thing. Remember that guy who spurned you just when you started to accept it? Stag remembered the beautiful man, wistfully, and a smile spread over his face at the memory. Then it turned to a scowl as he recalled the rejection. I'll show YOU who's not good enough! Oh, yes, that guy will get — His earpiece suddenly demanded that he respond to his comms, so he swiftly removed it, and crushed it beneath his boot. He passed a security camera on the way, and flipped it the bird, not caring if Tex or his superiors or anyone else was watching. Stag made no effort to stop in any of the rooms, or make any detours, but like a man on a mission, he made a beeline from one end of the hall to the other. Finally, he found the stairs leading down into the basement, and casually looked over the rail. Humming happily to himself, he pulled out another cigarette, lighting it up and smiling before bouncing down each step. At last, he reached the bottom, and opened the door, wandering aimlessly until he reached the corridor he had briefly seen Sticks leading Lockjaw down. This has to be the place, he said to himself, smiling as he watched as Sticks continue to pound Lockjaw’s ass without abandon, the older man’s face rolling around in sheer bliss. A part of him wondered if it truly felt as amazing as it looked. Briefly, he took in the smaller man’s appearance. He had a feeling Sticks might be gay, but the Major? He was a man’s man. Apparently so, he chucked to himself. And now he’s the little twerp’s bitch. Stag stood still for a moment, and quietly observed. He could make out the altered features of Sticks, and it piqued his interest. Is this what I can look forward to? He smirked, and forced himself to stay quiet, a monumental task. Better to not interrupt their mating. Who knew if these things could get violent, and how much stronger their aggressions would be? The improved size of Sticks, and the sharpness of the teeth were what fascinated him the most, so he regretted he couldn’t inspect these features a little more closely. He calmly walked past, neither man paying him any attention as he strode along, before finally reaching the end of the corridor, and what he presumed might be where the smilers are holed up. He threw his cigarette on the ground, and extinguished it with his boot. Opening the door, he was greeted by what he’d been looking for. The monster’s den.

This is nothing new. The English language always appropriates words from other cultures, including our own. We didn't lose it, and getting a substitute to catch on takes massive work that I think, as poz pigs, draws attention THAT WE DO NOT WANT.

My late husband was 17 years older than me. He came out late in life, and I "kept him young", so it was never a big deal. I wish he HAD been ten years younger, but that's an impossibility. My most recent BF was closer in age, but not by much. And the guy I'm seeing is my senior by almost ten years. I wouldn't say this is "my type", but it's what's available. They tend to be more settled in their lives, and know what they want, and that their clock is ticking. So they're looking for more than just an easy score, but someone to get older with, and not die alone. Which is more of a human need than anything, so I'm not complaining.

I keep a record of all the guys I play with. I remember most of them, or can pinpoint where we met (like an event or something tied to that unplanned experience). My number is 188. Might seem low to some of you pigs, but I also got to play with several of them multiple times. Once they're on the list, that's it. They don't keep reappearing.

Don't remember the first time. But I can say with certainty that I was introduced to it by my pig buddy Jim, who trained me for gay sex. He kept Jungle Juice Plus, and it was clearly his favourite because that's all I remember him carrying. I *should* know this information, but I fear that the brain cells I spent on that experience were the ones that retained the memory.

There are a few of us.

A dick. Gay sex is so fucking weird. We shake our asses to entice guys to put things in it, or we keep showing the massive gifts the good lord gave us, in hopes of feeling an internal sensation. We chase each other around to collect fluids from each other. We get off on weird shit. It's wild. Buttfuckyoume, if I had been told at the age of 15 that I'd be shoving cock up my ass for a living, I would have been fine to consign myself to fucking a pillow. 🙃

Wow, strong whore. 👍 Wish my high test levels made me horny and aggressively seeking out sex. All I ever got was some beef, the acne, and the mood swings. 🤷‍♂️

Spencer is such an asshole. LOL C