by Gavin Atlas
“That will be enough?”
“Yes. And you can still tell me your dreams. Now, close your eyes and tell me about the Zanzibar.”
Chapter 5: The Rabbit’s Foot
“There he is! You made it,” Burt yelled as he hurried over to the bus that dropped off Drew before taking a gaggle of tourists on a day trip to Hoover Dam. It kicked up clouds of chalky dust that made Drew cough.
“Little man, why didn’t you let me send my limo?”
“I guess because I’m stubborn.” Stubborn and stupid. He felt awful. “But you can give me ten dollars for the bus. I practically had to strangle the driver to get him to drop me off here.”
“I’ve missed you,” Burt said. “Have you missed me?”
“Why couldn’t you meet me in Vegas?” Drew was not yet used to crutches. His arms hurt. His ribs hurt. His life hurt. He didn’t think he’d ever be in a good mood again. But he needed Burt’s help—the hospital bills were destroying him.
“I had a meeting here, and I wanted to show you something as soon as I could. Drew, I realized I loved you, and I’m so sorry.”
“You can’t love me right now. I can’t stay long. I told Rahim I was coming down here and…wait, where are we?” He looked in confusion at a small, drab casino. Even the lights looked dusty.
“It’s called the Rabbit’s Foot. What do you think?”
“I think there’s a reason why the bus didn’t drop anyone else off here.” Why did it matter what he thought? The motel attached was even drearier than the Silver Strike.
“You wanted me to see this because…?” Drew thought he’d already established that any kind of sex was off the table now. Also, after what happened, why did Burt still like tricking in such dumps?
“First, I gotta hear it, little man. Do you love me?”
Drew felt his anger flare. “I haven’t heard from you in six months, and with the goodbye teddy bear—”
“Right, right. You don’t have to say it. I’ve been beyond guilt-ridden that you were right about the Western. In New York, people take the subway every day and never get mugged. Hell, I’ve been to underground poker rooms in Detroit. What were the chances?”
Drew didn’t want to hear this. He turned away, squinting as he looked at the road shimmering in the fierce sunlight. “This place has all the ambience of a car wash.”
“Maybe we can fix that. I had no plans to be your lifelong nightmare, and I’m not going to be.”
Drew looked at Burt. What? Fumes from passing cars combined with the high heat left Drew feeling sick. His ears could be playing tricks.
“Is that your medical bill?” Burt said, pointing at the piece of paper Drew had removed from his wallet. “Here, gimme that, little man. They can photocopy it for me in there. And let’s get you soda. You look like you need one.”
Drew wanted to object when Burt wrapped an arm around his shoulders. As Burt helped Drew hobble to the door, Drew inhaled the fragrance of Burt’s aftershave and felt his anxiety begin to drain. He’d forgotten how much Burt made him feel protected. Moreover, this was the first time Burt had been affectionate with him in public.
Burt didn’t stop at the snack bar designed in a seventies goldenrod and burnt orange, but continued through the small gambling floor that consisted of slot machines and video poker, games discarded by other resorts years ago. Where were they going? Drew was so tired and had to focus on each step. The rug’s pattern featured large orange bubbles on a gold background. Each bubble contained a brown rabbit tipping a black top hat. If he’d had more energy, he would have rolled his eyes.
“Just a little farther. As soon as I get you seated, I’m getting my driver to bring us a wheelchair, little man.”
They made it to an archway in the back. Drew looked down a small avocado-green hallway that reminded him of the hospital. At the end was a wooden door with Drew’s name on it.
Drew Kurtz, Executive Manager.
“This is part of the reason you haven’t heard from me in months,” Burt said. “Some surprises take a while.”
Drew read it over at least ten times. Fifty. He couldn’t speak, but he found the energy to limp down the hallway.
“I’m giving you the best that I can right now. I’m sorry it’s not more.” Burt opened the door. Drew saw a small, tidy office, two large leather chairs, and a sign that, if Drew read it right, said “Coming soon, the Zanzibar.”
His rising excitement came paired with anxiety he hadn’t anticipated. “Wouldn’t they fire a manager who has trouble reading?”
“I’m the owner. I’d give it to you flat out, but you’d need to pay taxes and acquire licenses you couldn’t afford. And it needs fixing up. Will that be fun for you?”
The absurdity of Drew’s dream hit him. “I’m going to manage people? Wait, I park cars. I don’t know—”
“You never answer my questions. Did you hear me say the word ‘fun’? I think I know what your dream is. The design, the creative touches. The current manager doesn’t know…everything, but he’s going to keep taking care of the business side. Little man, I know it’s not everything you hoped for, but it’s good, right?”
Drew felt a twinge of excitement in his spine and shoulders, but he forced himself to be cynical. “How will I get out here?”
“If you’re not getting a glitter dome, then at least I can get you a driver. If you want to stay here, there’s one suite fixed up for you and uh…what’s-his-name.”
“Rahim.”
“I know.”
Drew reviewed his vision of the Zanzibar—cool, sleek, and black like the Luxor with interior fountains and soaring ceilings, then he compared it to the Rabbit’s Foot. This was not the place for fashion shows or a disco called Den of Thieves, but it was better than nothing. A lot better than nothing.
Drew nodded, holding back the urge to thank Burt. “You know I can’t give up my ass anymore.” His recovery had been better than anticipated so far, but he couldn’t let Burt have him again. He knew now he was unhappy if Rahim was unhappy.
“Maybe someday? You know I live for—”
“I can’t accept if that’s part of the deal.”
“It’s not. It’s fine, little man.” Burt bit his lip and Drew watched Burt look down in regret. “So, we’re friends. Business partners. Can a business partner get warm hugs?”
“I think that can be arranged.”
“Can I watch our videos?”
“If I said you couldn’t, would that really stop you?”
“How about every time I do, I throw in something special? Like figure out some advertising or help you plan that clothing boutique for Rahim that you don’t know I know about.”
Drew looked at his nails to hide a smile. “Yeah. Do that.”
“Can I also send you flowers every time I watch one?”
Drew shook his head. “Send me a picture of flowers with an e-mail letter. Two paragraphs at least.”
“A letter?”
“You can afford to fuck anyone, but if I’m special, then shouldn’t I be the one to make sure you’re not lonely? Writing me tells me you’re okay, and it takes your time. That shows me love. And you said you wanted me to practice reading, right?”
“What do you know? Little man was listening.” Burt forced a smile, but Drew felt gratitude and honest affection as Burt squeezed his shoulder. There was a knock at the door.
“There’s your wheelchair. Let’s get you that soda,” Burt said. “After, we’ll go back outside. Then you can tell me where you want the pool and restaurant and everything. Tell me all about the Zanzibar.”
Daddies in Damian
Through the kitchen window, Damian watched his boss, Stan, begin the job interview with the day’s target. Damian had to lube up his ass in preparation for his cue. He felt nervous and aroused at this stage, but today there was also exhaustion. He’d been fucked constantly. Would there never be a break?
The target was as always, an older man, at least fifty. Damian loved being fuck
ed and dominated by men more than twice his age, which made him perfect for Stan’s project. This man looked attractive if overweight. He appeared surprised to see Stan wearing a bathrobe for a job interview, but this was Hollywood, where business was often conducted poolside while sipping rum punches.
“Raymond, is it? Great to meet you,” Stan said, shaking Raymond’s hand without getting up or removing his sunglasses. “First, I need to let you know we tend to tape our interviews for our records, so please sign this release.”
Raymond stroked his short beard and shrugged before signing. Damian knew the ad for the job was listed in the adult section, but it seemed that most men forgot that as they dressed up for the interview and brought résumés. Damian felt when the ad read, “International corporation seeks handsome, mature gay male,” they should know something related to sex was involved, but so many times the expressions of surprise were priceless.
“You’ll oversee shipping of our products and monitor website traffic, among other duties,” said Stan, gesturing from his lounge chair with one hand while holding a drink in the other. “First, I should confess that the pay is lower than at other companies, but we do provide one perk to make up for it. Are you thirsty?” Stan hit the intercom button built into his lounger. “Damian, come here now,” he ordered.
Nude, Damian opened the sliding glass door and headed straight for Raymond, drink in hand.
“Sweet mother of God.” Raymond dropped the folder containing his resume and stared in wide-eyed amazement. “I apologize—I’m sure you didn’t know I was here. I—”
“Not at all, Raymond,” Stan said. “Damian is the perk I mentioned. I know it’s not much, but we have to make do.”
Raymond couldn’t take his eyes off Damian. “He’s gorgeous. He’s an absolute Adonis.”
Damian smiled but looked away at Stan, focusing on the curls of his white beard and salt and pepper hair. Stan had instructed Damian not to look at the target as to allow him to feast his eyes on Damian’s body without temerity while communicating Damian’s willingness to fulfill a master’s every need.
“Yes, yes, Damian’s not bad to look at, but I’m afraid he’s dumb as a post.”
Damian felt his dick stiffen. He didn’t want to enjoy the part where Stan informed the target he was just a stupid piece of ass, but he always did. He reminded himself his English teacher back in Tennessee had told him he was bright enough for college.
“So it’s a good thing you get to fuck his ass as part of the job,” Stan continued. “Otherwise he’d be no use as an assistant.”
Raymond nearly choked on his drink. “I beg your pardon?”
Stan shrugged an apology. “I know this job can be boring. I’m afraid there are going to be times when you’ll have nothing to do. So you’ll be able to spend the whole day in Damian’s ass if you wish. Why don’t you try him out now to see if this is the right kind of workplace for you? Here, boy, get on all fours and offer yourself,” Stan ordered. He snapped his fingers.
A warm wave of humiliation washed over Damian. Now his weariness was eclipsed by the arousal he felt in his throat, his gut, and his stiff dick. Why was he always so horny for debasement? He got into position to allow himself to be fucked doggie style.
“Holy shit. That ass is magnificent,” Raymond murmured. “I can’t believe—this has got to be a joke.”
Stan got up from his lounger, shaking his head. “Not a joke at all. Here, to prove it, I’ll start fucking that hole first.” Stan pulled out condoms from the pocket of his bathrobe and then slipped the robe off. Stan was tall, perhaps six three, and hairy. He’d tanned nude for years, and now his body had a leathery quality to it. Damian felt Stan was too proud of his muscular physique, but Stan’s extreme confidence and huge erection kept Damian in the mood to be submissive.
“This can’t be happening,” Raymond said as Stan sank his dick into Damian. Even though Damian got fucked by Stan every day, there was always novelty as a new person watched them each time. The humiliation felt so good he was delirious, but why couldn’t his ass ever be given a day off? He used to get them, but he hadn’t in more than a month.
As Damian began to grunt and moan, he wondered if Raymond was a “wise” target. So many men had seen Stan’s website that a number of the interviewees knew they were there to be videotaped fucking Damian.
“Take his mouth, Raymond,” Stan said, his hands on his hips as he thrust in and out slowly. Damian could hear hurried unzipping and stripping. It wasn’t another thirty seconds before Raymond pushed his cock between Damian’s lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing and the movement of his tongue over Raymond’s cock, all the while keeping his ass arched to best accept his master’s dick. He felt the tight pull of pleasure in his gut, but at the same time he thought to himself, Damian, you have to stop this life sooner or later.
Stan’s thrusts increased in power and depth until with one final shove he climaxed with a growl, buried in Damian to the hilt. “God, this ass is good,” Stan murmured, and Damian closed his eyes in happiness at hearing he’d pleased his master.
“Your turn to take his rump,” Stan told Raymond as he pulled out of Damian roughly. Either Raymond was wise to them or he’d become so rapt in his conquest of Damian’s body, he could no longer find the words to express his disbelief in the direction the interview had taken. But as Raymond pushed his thick, sheathed dick into Damian’s ass, he became vocal again.
“Damn, oh…oh! This ass feels like paradise.” Damian could feel Raymond’s excitement and eagerness in the urgent thrusts and the vise-tight grip Raymond had on Damian’s hips. Damian never tired of the older men who felt such delight, such wondrous surprise at getting to fuck his hole. If only he could give such pleasure forever…
After being reamed for over fifteen minutes, Damian could sense Raymond closing in on his peak. With each thrust Raymond would pull Damian’s ass towards him to drive in deeper than ever. Damian moaned with each punishing stroke until, to his relief, he felt Raymond shoot inside the condom, bellowing with each wave of orgasm. Then the older man collapsed on the bottom boy’s back and whispered in his ear. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
As Raymond dressed, Stan made conversation about the interview process continuing, but they’d be in contact with Raymond in the near future. Damian, ever obedient, remained on all fours. He suspected Stan knew Raymond was wise, but continued the interview anyway. What mattered to Stan was that the target was an attractive daddy and good at fucking.
After Raymond left, Stan’s partner, Bob emerged from his hiding spot in the den. “That taping was one of the best in the past couple months,” he said as he kissed Stan on the cheek. Then he began to strip off his denim shorts. “And now my reward for all that hard work behind the camera is getting in your ass, Damian.”
In response, Damian arched up his rear and waited for Bob’s pounding penetration to begin.
* * * *
Richard couldn’t help but smile when he saw Damian bound up the stairs to his clinic. The young man’s beauty and good-nature never failed to delight him.
“Hey, handsome. Sit right down. Are you being careful?”
“Yes, sir, but I want to get checked anyway. Besides, it gives me a chance to see you.”
“Big flirt,” Richard said as he swabbed Damian’s gums. The young men who came to Richard’s free STD clinic were often hustlers or partakers in low quality porn videos that required barebacking. Considering how often he had to distribute antibiotics or refer the boys to specialists, he was impressed Damian remained negative for everything. He’d seen snippets of the website DaddiesinDamian.com and knew there were scores of videos of older men fucking this young stud.
“So this week when I have free time, I’m going to clean your gutters, cut your lawn, and paint your side door.”
“You already cleaned the gutters, Mr. Helpful. You don’t have to do anything actually. This free clinic really is free.”
“You can�
��t be making much money treating people for nothing.”
Richard shrugged. “So I don’t have much money in the bank. The world won’t end.”
Damian gave Richard a simmering smile. “But I still want to help you because…well, I want you to like me.”
“I do like you,” Richard said, squeezing Damian’s shoulder. “You’re my buddy,”
“But you call all your patients ‘buddy.’ I want to be special.”
Richard smiled but said nothing. Damian was special, but Richard wanted to suppress that sentiment. Even though it had been two years, he was still wounded that Robbie, the only porn boy he’d ever allowed into his heart, had left him. Still, Damian was far more handsome and seemed so much sweeter. How could he not have feelings?
“You have such pretty eyes,” Damian said. “They twinkle when you smile. And I like your beard and…you’re so built for…um…”
Richard laughed. “For someone my age? I used to be a marine.”
“Oh, yeah? That explains why you’re so damn hot.”
Richard couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you, Damian.” Richard knew he wasn’t bad looking for an older man, but he was aware of how much Damian loved daddies. The compliment meant more than most. A small wave of pleasure rippled through Richard’s stomach.
“I don’t have any money for a proper date, but can we maybe go for a walk in the park or something?”
Richard wanted to mention Robbie and explain why he didn’t want to open up his heart, but took another tack.
“I do like you, Damian. A lot. But I can’t help but be jealous of all the men that fuck you. The right man for you to be with couldn’t have that hang-up.”
Damian frowned but nodded. “I understand. I’ve been meaning to get out of that situation. I figured I must have paid back Stan for the airfare from Tennessee, and I hope I’m earning more than what he expects for my room and board. He said he’d give me a chance to start college after the first year, and it’s been about three.”