Stung (Zombie Gentlemen) (3 page)

Crunch couldn’t help but smile. He hoped to see
that expression when Victor eventually gets to sucking him off, so hungry he
would devour everything Crunch gave him.

Crunch’s breath stopped when those brown eyes
looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. Victor pushed
the cake all the way in, past the milky white teeth, filling his mouth like a
hamster.

“Ya look like ya ‘ave two cocks in there now.”
Crunch burst out laughing. That got him more of Victor’s attention, though not
the kind he liked.

“We’re not having a third party, are we?” the lad
asked with his mouth full of cake.

“Why would I wanna share ya?” Crunch slouched
forward and reached to Victor’s knee.

“You’re the one talking about two pricks up my
throat.” Victor frowned at him and put some fruit in his mouth. “And for the
record, I’m not a whore, even though my morals are loose. There are things I
won’t do, even for the food.”

Crunch slowly rubbed the bare knee and moved
closer. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Victor’s pupils widened, but he didn’t move, apart
from putting a raisin into his mouth. “Oh, now we’re talking. What is it that
you want?”

Crunch looked down to his own crotch. “Well, my
hard on’s no mystery, is it?”

“But you want
normal
things, right? Sucking
and fucking? Nothing weird or dangerous?” Victor continued to eat which made
his serious expression a little less believable.

What is he on about?
Crunch frowned.
“Somethin’ weird or dangerous about my cock? It didn’t ‘ave spikes coming out
of it last time I checked. Ya wanna see?” He moved closer and pulled Victor’s
free hand to his crotch.

The prisoner’s eyes shot up, but he didn’t resist,
gently squeezing the bulge of Crunch’s groin. It was the sweetest thing Crunch
felt since he came to Honeyhill. “You really are a simple man, aren’t you?”

Those words caught Crunch off guard. “Oy! You
watch your mouth, boy.”

“So you’re back to the master mode, are you?”
Crunch couldn’t help but flinch at the accusation in Victor’s eyes. This was
everything he never wanted! If they weren’t on this damn farm, they would be
free to argue about things as equals. This situation was like shallow waters,
and it left Crunch to navigate between the rocks like a captain on a stormy
night. It brought back old memories from the sea. One wrong move, and he could
be overboard. He took a deep breath and pulled back.

“Ya eat yar food, and don’t call me daft,” he grumbled.

“I didn’t. I called you simple. Simple’s good.”
Victor shrugged, continuing to slowly massage Crunch’s erection through his
trousers while munching on the food. There were tiny pieces of cake clinging to
his stubble. Crunch wanted to kiss them off already.

He kept making small noises, enjoying the kneading
touch but stayed silent, letting Victor get his fill. ‘Simple’ was the last
thing he was, but he couldn’t possibly try to explain it to a new prisoner
without blowing his cover. Victor would just have to wait and see that Crunch
wasn’t all that
simple
.

“Do you have some water?” asked Victor after a few
more minutes, brushing the crumbs off his face.

Crunch passed him a bottle without a word, too
entangled in his own thoughts. He watched Victor's Adam's apple bob with each
gulp the lad took, imagining him swallowing around Crunch’s own cock, kneading
it with his throat. There were more beauty spots on that perfect neck.

“Now that yar fed, ya still wanna do it?” Crunch
asked with a sigh and ran one hand over his scalp, praying for the prisoner to
say ‘yes’.

Victor put the bottle to the side, keeping some
water in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. “Would you still feed me
tomorrow if I didn’t?”

“I’d say yar a fuckin’ cocktease, but yeah, I suppose
I would,” Crunch didn’t like where this was going.

Victor gave him a sly smile, flattening his palm
over Crunch’s crotch and rubbing it all over the engorged cock. “Because you
find me handsome and would hate to see me lose my charm?”

The touch made Crunch grunt. “Wouldn’t want to see
ya give up those charms to someone else for a piece of cake.”

Victor chuckled, shoving the paper bags aside and
closing the blanket around himself with a cocky grin. “I don’t think any other
guard would give me cake for it.”

“Stop teasing me. Ya want it or not?” Crunch
demanded. He had never been good at the art of conversation and had no idea
where this one was going, even though he sincerely hoped it was between
Victor’s thighs.

“Oh, am I teasing? Is that what they now call
touching someone’s cock through the trousers?” Victor wiggled his eyebrows.

“If ya don’t plan to suck it later... yeah, that’s
teasin’,” Crunch grumbled but moved closer, his eyes never leaving Victor’s.

The prisoner's lips formed a small ‘o’, and he
blew warm air on Crunch’s mouth. His breath smelled of vanilla and apricot.
“You could just take what you want, Mr. Crunch.”

What was this lad playing at? Crunch looked into
his eyes with annoyance. “Told ya I’m no rapist.”

“And yet, you force people to work till they die
from fatigue.” Victor leaned closer, brushing the tip of his nose against
Crunch’s, making him sigh.

Crunch slowly slid his hand up the prisoner’s
thigh. “I’m just a cog,” he said and it was partially true. He was just a cog
but not to the Dal farm. To something much bigger than himself.

“And yet, you’re too soft to make me your cog.”
Victor’s eyes were sincere, curious.

“Me? Soft?” Crunch couldn’t help but laugh,
completely charmed by the closeness.

Victor groaned in agreement. His slim hand cupped
Crunch's crotch, squeezing hard enough to elicit a moan out of his chest. “Push
me down to my knees and force your cock in.”

“Oh fuck...!” Crunch’s heart started pounding like
there was no tomorrow, it was getting him dizzy. “That what ya want?” he
groaned, but was already half way pushing Victor to the blanket covered floor.

Victor closed the blanket tight around him with a
wicked flicker in his eyes. “Maybe...”

Crunch searched his face for answers, already
unbuttoning his trousers. “Maybe what?”

“Maybe you have to convince me I want it.” Victor
wiggled his eyebrows, turning to his side. Only his head and feet were now
sticking out of the tight cocoon of fabric.

Crunch pulled off his jacket. It was getting too
hot despite the October chill. “But... ya...” he muttered, unsure of what to
make of it, yet too focused on those succulent lips to think straight.

“What is it, Mr. Crunch?” Victor bit his lip,
slowly rubbing his calf over Crunch’s knee.

Crunch pulled down his trousers and finally set
his cock free. It was dying to get between Victor’s juicy lips. “Ya ready for
dessert?” he grunted, slouching over the other man.

“I thought I just ate some cake and fruit.”
Victor's face was tense with attempts to stop a smile, but it wasn't working
and soon, he was beaming in the semi-darkness.

“Now ya gonna get some cream,” Crunch panted and
kneeled closer above Victor’s face. His stiff prick looked like it belonged
there.

Victor exhaled, licking his lips with eyes focused
on the cock that was now inches above him. Slowly, he spread his arms,
revealing his full naked glory. With his legs slightly bent at the knees, his
stomach trembling with each breath, he looked like a human sacrifice, one that
Crunch was willing to devour.

He was not going to waste the week this farm had
left. He ran his fingers through Victor’s wet, wavy hair and pulled on it
gently while grabbing his own cock with his other hand. His balls pulled up
when he felt Victor’s hot breath brush over his sensitive skin.

“Shall I just open up for you?” whispered Victor,
tracing the corner of his mouth with his tongue. His hand trailed up the back
of Crunch’s thigh, setting it on fire.

“Yeah... do that...” With a ball of heat gathering
in his stomach, Crunch leaned down, to poke the tip of his cock against
Victor’s lips. They were as soft as he had imagined. And then, they opened up,
revealing a set of perfect, white teeth and a wet, pink tongue Victor slid out
with a throaty sigh. He looked up with those huge eyes, frozen in place,
waiting for Crunch’s next move with a dark flush on his cheeks. Victor did want
this, otherwise, his cock wouldn’t be so hard where it was curving against his
stomach.

Crunch didn’t even know where to look anymore.
Maybe he had to decide on a different angle for each time they would fuck? He
grinned at the thought and slid the tip of his cock up the soft curve of
Victor’s tongue, right into that wet, eager mouth. Victor’s eyes fluttered shut
with what sounded like a sigh of relief, and he leaned forward, embracing Crunch's
hips. The inside of his mouth was as velvety smooth as his voice. With eyes
still closed, Victor sucked around the sensitive head, moving it around in his
mouth and digging his tongue into the flesh just below it.

Crunch moaned, pushing his hips lower and sliding
more of his prick in. He had goosebumps all over his back as he looked down at
that handsome face, still gripping Victor’s hair. He forgot how amazing it was
to ignore the world for a while and have someone else take care of his needs.

Victor’s moan vibrated around his cock, sending
shivers of pleasure all around Crunch’s body. He pulled himself up with an
elbow to take it deeper and slid his hand down from his partner’s waist to his
thigh and then up to cup his balls.

“Suck it,” Crunch muttered and rocked his hips
back and forth, unsure of how much longer he could last with the tight heat
around him.

Victor mumbled something that might have been a
‘yes’ and hollowed his cheeks around the prick, gently massaging Crunch’s nuts
at the same time. His full lips looked so succulent and ripe as they retreated,
leaving the shaft slick with saliva. Crunch wanted to savour it, to pull out,
roll Victor over to his stomach and push in deep into that inviting body, but
he didn’t have the self control. All he could do was quicken the thrusts of his
hips, while holding onto Victor’s hair, and when he came, deep into that
luscious mouth, he didn’t care about anything. The sound of gagging only made
the experience more intense, with Victor clawing into his thighs and pulling
even closer instead of trying to push Crunch away. He made a nasal noise,
slowly sucking his way up to the glans.

“God yes...” Crunch was slowly relaxing, with his
muscles still trembling. This was the best spill he had had in a long time.

Victor let his head fall back to the floor, but he
smiled up at Crunch, teasing him with the movement of his lips and tracing them
with his tongue as if he tried to savour the taste of Crunch’s seed.

Only now, Crunch's senses were opening up to the
outside world. The sound of crickets and inhuman moans from the forest, the
smell of fresh pine mixed with the aroma of their sweat. He took a deep breath
and bowed to kiss Victor’s lips, but eventually dropped to his back next to
him. “Fuck. Gimme a moment.” He was still catching his breath.

Victor smiled at him, grabbing his wrist and
leading it down, between his perfect thighs, much like Crunch did to him
before. “Sucking me could help you get in shape with more ease.”

Crunch laughed hoarsely, before giving him another
smooch and slowly tracing the kisses down Victor’s neck and chest. He savoured
the taste of his salty skin, since he would have never gotten a chance with
such a dandy in London. Victor wouldn’t probably spare him a second glance in
the street. He was so beautiful, with soft, healthy skin and no scars. He even
smelled expensive, even though all he should be smelling of now was cold water
and Crunch’s own seed.

Crunch assumed it would all be over once the camp
was no more, so he wanted to enjoy Victor while the lad considered him an
attractive bloke. The prisoner arched his back, leaning into the touch with a
soft mewl. “So... what’s your name, Mr. Crunch?”

“‘Crunch’ not enough?” He snorted, kissing
Victor’s puckered nipple. Now that his own need wasn’t so desperate, he could
enjoy the moment with more attention to detail. The other man sighed, cupping
the back of Crunch’s head and pulling him up for another kiss.

“‘Crunch’ doesn’t sound promising when you’re
about to suck on my balls,” he whispered right before lapping at the guard’s
mouth. “You familiar with ‘nutcrackers’? Sounds frightening.”

Crunch couldn't hold back his laughter.
Unbelievable! Where was this man’s mind getting these ideas from? “Just gonna
‘ave to leave ya with the thrill.” He looked up and snapped his teeth together
with a loud clang.

“No...” moaned Victor, hooking his leg around
Crunch’s hip. “That’s not very romantic. What do I have to do for you to tell
me?” he teased with a wide smile as he ground his stiff cock into Crunch.

“‘Romantic’?” Crunch couldn’t believe his ears.
“Shall I bring flowers next time m’lord?” He gently bit down on Victor’s
nipple, revelling in the presence of that hot, excited body beneath his.

“Well, that would be splendid, Mr...?”

“Crunch.” He laughed and licked all the way down
from Victor’s nipple to his navel. Victor’s stomach trembled at his touch, and
his thighs opened wide. He had the skin of a lady. It was so perfectly smooth
Crunch would hate to see it damaged by hard work in the sun.

“You’re such an evil man,” moaned Victor, arching
his hips up.

“Ya won’t be sayin’ that when I suck yar cock.”
Crunch rested his own unshaven cheek on Victor’s stomach and rubbed against it,
gripping the sides of the warm, fragrant body.

The prisoner gave a breathless laugh, trying to
brush his cock against Crunch’s face. “Probably not.”

“Ah... so eager...” Crunch bowed his head and
licked just the tip of the hot prick, sliding his hands down to grip Victor’s
round buttocks.
Next time.