by Caldon Mull
“You... need a reach-around?” Michel panted at me the next time he hefted my hips, his fingertips had left red marks on my hips. He coiled his forearm around my waist and stroked my buttocks with his spare hand, roughly. My cock pulsed against the crook of his elbow.
“No...” I groaned, trying to focus on his words “...jes’ ...more of this... you’re gonna fuck... the piss outa me.”
“Good...” Michel panted smugly “...we’re outside...” he continued his onslaught, sliding his arm back, my cock gliding on his hard-muscled forearms, he resumed his grip and doubled his thrusts to near- jackhammer speeds.
“Oho...” Michel grunted after ten minutes of solid pounding “That’s my boy...” he remarked as he started to feel my hamstrings quake against his thighs, he tucked his arms around me and worked my nipples with one hand and started to squeeze the spongy mass of my cock-root under my tightening balls with his thumb and forefinger. It was like a trigger, I felt my body spasm, every muscle in it seemed to lock up, bunch and press and press and press... and then finally, when I thought I would pass out from the pressure, to clench like a bolt being slammed home and start twitching spasmodically.
I felt the first blast of my load explode against my throat, the impact near knocking my breath away, while two and three arced over the railing into the air on its way to the back fence and the wilds beyond. My fourth spurt felt different, and I looked down to see a stream of my own urine gushing like a firehose over the bench and into thin air.
“Ungh...” Michel groaned as all my contractions translated themselves directly to the surface of his tube-steak, and I felt a burning heat fill me deep inside and the pulses of his cock as he loaded me up. He started to sway, then collapsed against my back as the last few drops from my cock trickled onto his towel. We tumbled onto the deck as he popped out of me and lay side by side, a breeze wafted through the slats of the porch and I could smell warm earth, winter flowers and the herbs Michel had started to plant next to the Bunker, ten feet below us.
“I’d forgotten you came like that...” He grinned stupidly at me, flushed cheeks and mussed hair. I found myself grinning back. Warm fluids from his ejaculate trickled down the back of my thighs, gumming in the short hair and tickling the back of my knees where it was heading to pool.
“You’re not gonna get the chance to forget.” I mock-scowled as I struggled up and over stood over him, dripping “Lick me clean, bitch! And make it snappy, I’ve got a coffee-pot waiting... if it’s cold before you’re done, I’ll smack that pleased look off your chops.”
Showered, shaved and clothed I drove the truck up to the reservation to meet with Black Bear slightly after noon. I could do to keep it brief, and get everything done before I needed to be on shift after dark. It had taken Michel some time to fully outline his suggestions, but when I left he seemed calm enough. I smiled to myself and my cock tingled back at me appreciatively. Calm, sleepy and definitely wrung out. Even after the shower I could smell his musk on me, a light, comforting smell on my hands and in the back of my sinuses. A lingering presence, as it were. The road was little better than the last time I made it up, but by the time I had pulled on the emergency brake, Black Bear was strolling across the clearing in the middle of the trade post to meet with me, a smile on his rugged face.
“Running Deer!” he pumped my hand enthusiastically “How nice to see you, my son. Come into the Trading Post, we can have a soda and you can tell me what brings you up here in the hurried ways of the world.”
“Heh! Black Bear, I suppose we do rush about, don’t we?” I grinned and followed him towards the beat-up building a hundred yards towards the thick woods’ edge. The boards creaked under my weight as he reached into an old slide-top cooler and hauled out two root-beers, snapped it on the opener with a ‘pfsshh’ and handed me one. I propped a boot heel on a rail and hunched over, resting my elbows on a knee and looked at the sparkle of Bobby’s Lake on the horizon. I grinned at it, while the shadows reached their shortest length, and then at the craggy shaman.
“See that lake over there?” I nodded with my jaw “That’s what I’ve come about.”
“Oh, yes. The one that grew during the long rain?” Black Bear settled into a rattan chair that looked as old as the Trading Post itself. “What of it? It is a wonder, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes it is.” I sipped the icy root beer. “Tell me, Black Bear, between that lake and here, whose ground does it cover?”
“Oh... well.” He scrunched his forehead and thought awhile “That would be difficult to say. The American President owns most around the foothills from about the ridge on the east side of the New Lake about to the bottom of this cliff. Above that and some parts to the East of that is the Reservation. I suppose that is also owned by the American President, if you think about it. Our tribe roamed this area far and wide until my grandfathers-grandfathers-grandfathers day. Then we were sent here.”
“So who traps and hunts this reservation?” I took another swig.
“We are supposed to, but there is nothing left to hunt.” Black Bear sipped his soda and waved away a buzzing fly.
“Who traps and hunts the American Presidents land?”
“Ah!” Black Bear rubbed his chin. “We also. But we were also to share it with the anglos. In my grandfathers day, men started coming in trucks and shooting the deer and the bears and the mountain cats, all for different reasons... until nothing was left. When they stopped coming, many of us had to leave here because we couldn’t feed our people anymore.” He shook his head sadly. “Why do you ask, Running Deer?”
“Well, you see...” I quickly told him that Mourning Song had used to have a farm on the land and now he was building a Lodge on it and how walking trails would greatly add to its value.
“Well, some of our bucks could help you in that. We used to cut trails for our people and clear the undergrowth long before we were sent here. It keeps the forest healthy and makes for good hunting.”
“It would need to be a full-time job, Black Bear.” I grinned suddenly. “Also, there are people who put the game back into the woods who are interested in doing that here, but this would mean raising a breeding population somewhere and taking the animals out into the wilds when they are ready. Also, a full time job.”
“This is very interesting what you say, Running Deer.” Black Bear mused and took a slow sip from his bottle.
“In order for that to work,” I gently prodded “You would need breeding pens somewhere... say here, maybe... and a few houses for the animal doctors and a couple of buildings, perhaps a telephone or two...” I sighed theatrically “But more than that we would need a group of braves cutting trails into the woods and keeping the undergrowth clear and making sure the poachers don’t get hold of the new stock, or anything like that.”
“Ah! The rangers pulled their last warden out a few months ago. One of the Summers boys, I think.” Black Bear ruminated over all of this. “There would be no-one left there, now. That would be a sad thing to watch. Even tamed, the Park was one of the last places the white-eyes had to enjoy the Forest.”
“Yes, it would be.” I hadn’t thought of that, quite honestly. “The Lodge and the Park would have to meet up somewhere if the trails be long enough to attract visitors. There would have to be overnight huts in the park and... here, with you.”
“Running Deer, we don’t own the Park or the Preserve. Under the White Mans Law, no-one can. What you are saying is good, but it can never happen like that.”
“No, you are right, of course. “ I swigged the last of the cool Root Beer “What is important is that who-ever has the right of use of the land can make it like that. Hmmm...” I rubbed my jaw, thinking furiously.
“You look like someone has started a fire in your heart, Running Deer.” Black Bear shook his head and smiled.
“I will think on this and come back with an answer.” I placed the bottle next to his on the edge of the table. His well-thumbed cards were in the middle of a game of patience
from before I arrived.
“Thank you, Black Bear.” I nodded and grinned at him “You have been most helpful. I shall see you again, before long.”
“Go in peace, my son.” Black Bear grinned at me and picked up his cards, while I strode to the Jeep. I stopped halfway and walked to the edge of the cliff, on impulse. Standing on the edge I looked over the canopy of trees that thinned as they approached the Lake, and jostled together over the rising ridges and bluffs that rose in waves until they squatted at my feet, hundreds of yards below me.
An eagle shrilled, far away, rising on a thermal, soaring towards the lake where a bounty of waterfowl now lived. Even at this distance I could almost sense its supreme confidence that its belly would be full in just a short while, and the Lake... the Lake would provide. I snapped back, and self-conscious of Black Bears gaze upon my retreating back, strode to my car and off to work.
It was almost comforting, sitting around with no-one else on duty, doing minor tasks that had now become almost fully automated. I would check in every two or three hours to make sure everything was running smoothly, but it gave me a lot more time to write letters and E-Mail out letters and proposals to a whole lot of people.
I wasn’t stupid about this, my deliberate act of defiance was quite premeditated. Firstly, I had already gone to Personnel to check my contract. Ultimately, the one I had was in force until I accepted the new one the Directors had prepared for me... the one I wasn’t interested in... that gilded cage of trade restraint and needless profiteering. Essentially I was locked in a dance, one where I was too valuable to lose, because then the contracts wouldn’t come their way... but also too expensive to keep idle, because then I could leave whenever I wanted to. The sooner they fired me, the better for me... and the less all the Industry the Company was busy exploiting would need them.
It was essential for their survival to suck me in and then let me learn to dance to their tune. There simply wasn’t anything I was expected to say... except ‘yes’.
Naturally, I had other plans for my life and was both amused and slightly sickened by this complete and utter incomprehension of any other viewpoint except ‘what was good for the company’. This was the same sort of wilful arrogance that had allowed predators like Paul to continue their activities unchecked. Naturally, if I left the company, I could bring a Civil Suit against them and Paul personally... and this must have been a powerful reason to try and promote me sideways and into corporate oblivion... buy my silence and compliance with rewards beyond the technician’s wildest imagination.
Of course, I wasn’t an ordinary technician and I also had a much more vivid imagination than any of the dull suits drafting the proposal. They must be going through sheer hell... my work was impeccable, my reputation spotless... and a thorn in the side of the Directors of the greatest magnitude.
An invaluable asset if obedient and controlled, a PR Nightmare if fired and loosed upon a media machine hungry for scandal... and a slap in the face and the loss of the biggest earning potential for the Company over the next ten years if I resigned voluntarily. I wouldn’t want to be in the Company’s Spin Doctors’ shoes for all the money in the world. I had guessed that they would just leave me alone to slide out of my contract, relying on June’s familiarity with my personality to keep things manageable.
She was as much an asset as I was, and equally prone to resign in disgust if things got deviously manipulative, or company resources were squandered to ensure my forced compliance. Essentially I was back where I was before I started, alone on shift, and with all the time in the world to spend doing what was important to me.
Except, I wasn’t the same person I was nearly four years ago. I could feel. I could feel things. I could feel angry, I could feel disappointed, I could feel pleasure. With the almost complete and utter absence of fuss about my decision to return to my original job and opt out of trying to make a name for myself in The Company, relying on the patronage and goodwill of those who wished me ill... I was free!
I found myself humming happily as I moved around the pieces of the puzzle that I would need to solve with regards the Lodge and the Park, for lunch between 01H00 and 01H45, I knocked a handball around in the deserted gym, steamed for twenty-minutes and had clocked in right on regulation time for the rest of the shift. Not a foot wrong, Andronicus... I had to grin to myself, they had me working perfectly and precisely, the clockwork boffin. Any and all extra value I ever had for them over and above what they paid me for, evaporated… lost to them. June was right, in a way. They didn’t reward me for excellence, so they couldn’t complain when extra value was removed. Well, they could, but not legally or ethically.
I would take my leave fastidiously, there was a lot I had owing and had to clear... I would schedule the Football games into that so there was no room for refusal or impropriety and ensure my body would hum to the gears and ticks of the Company Policy while they fumed and sulked until the day I would stroll out of here without a backward glance. Obviously, they would attempt counter offers... but they had nothing I wanted, absolutely nothing.
In a way, I pitied Mr. Bayley and his coterie, to have all the say and all the influence for so long... and be helpless in the exercise of their options, because in doing so would negate everything they had ever stood for. Damned if they do, and damned if they don’t. They wanted a night-porter for four years and got to kiss their biggest single money earner goodbye because they couldn’t understand the ethics of innovation and excellence themselves. Mired into mediocrity, they hated and resented anything and everything else and punished whatever it was, as often as possible.
Enough of the Company... It happened as I said. Two hundred and eighty-two shifts later, I walked out exactly as I had foreseen it. I never looked back.
Chapter Seventeen
“Hey, Andy.” Shane’s voice found me swinging my kitbag out of my locker.
“Over here, sport.” I closed the locker door and hefted the kit. “Nearly done.”
“‘Kay, was gonna help if you needed any carryin’.” Shane’s straw-stubble head towered over the tops of the locker banks as he headed my way. “I jus’ finished loading outside when I saw you parkin’.”
“Thanks, I’m good.” I grinned back at him as he turned into my aisle.
“Boss.” He propped a massive arm on the corner of the last locker and watched me saunter up towards him. “I must admit, I’m kinda glad I’m bunking with you the next few weeks. I don’t know Paul that well.”
“I guess. Paul, I don’t know at all. I don’t think I’ve said three words to him all year.”
“Yeah. Guess this is kinda strange.” Shane shook his head slowly on his thick bull-neck. “I gots more to talk about to the out-of-towner than to guys I was in school with fer half my life.”
“I think that’s Cappy’s point right there, sport.” I grinned up at him as I squeezed past.
“How’s the workshop doin’?”
“Oh, busy.” Shane fell in step next to me. “Got me a half-dozen tow-ins and the Sheriff’s pony car needs another piston replaced. Gets any busier, me and Jase gotta get ourselves another pair ‘a hands.”
“I heard you tryin’ to teach Jase how to dead-lift engine blocks.” I chuckled “You get someone else in an’ ya gotta get block and tackle and proper tools, hear?”
“Funny, that’s what Jase said.” Shane threw his head back and belted out a belly-laugh. “Thing is, I gets to stay in shape and save lots of dollars on tools I don’t really need. ‘Sides, if’n I’m anything like Pappy, I’m gonna keep this shape well into my sixties. May as well work it out every chance.”
“I guess that makes sense.” I ducked the kit through the door. With Shane in tow, there wasn’t a lot of space for many things. “I hear the habits you pick up now are the ones that you get to stay with all your life. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t take a run or a cycle somewhere when I needed to. Go outa my mind in the first few days, I guess.”
“Heh.” Shane
nodded. “There’s a whole passle of us back home. I’d never be allowed to be lazy, the boys’d drag me out and made sure I ran with them. I guess the Summers boys’ll always be pelting wild through the woods back of the Hills.”
“Yeah.” I grinned up at Shane “I heard there were quite a pack of you. What’s with that?” “Ah. Well, Pappy’s got five younger brothers, all with at least four boys of their own, and he’s also ‘bin through three wives of his own.” Shane sighed “A’fore he married my Mam, they used to call him the ‘merry widower’, but she kinda tamed him somewhat. I guess when you as big as him ‘n me, the babies you make kinda difficult to deliver without some harm.” Shane scuffed a sneaker on the curb of the parking lot.
“Two from the first wife, one from the second and two from Mams a’fore her plumbing gave up the ghost. Leastwise she’s still around.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen any of the other Summers boys in town.” I frowned “No wait, Kyle is a Summers. Is he any relation?”
“Him ‘n me are Mam’s boys, he’s my baby bro.” Shane looked at me with his cornflower stare, “I thought you knew.”
“Ahhhh... No, I didn’t. Leastwise, no-one thought to tell me.” I could feel the blush running up my neck. So that’s why Shane was prickly with me... I’d been fucking his baby brother for months, he must’ve suspected something. He surprised me again.
“Yeah well, that figures. Guess everyone knows everyone and didn’t figure to tell the fo’reen guy.” He snorted wryly “I guess that makes sense now.”
“What?” I licked dry lips “What makes sense?” If he wanted to pound the crap out of me, he would do some real damage.