Stung (Zombie Gentlemen) (8 page)

“Oh, then ya won’t mind a cock like mine up yar
arse, now would ya?” Crunch rasped, slowly grinding his hips between Victor's
spread thighs.

“I should protest, shouldn’t I?” Victor grinned,
rolling his head back with a grunt. He was relaxed and tense at the same time.
The weight on top of him had the power to be both dangerous and pleasing.

“Well... yeah. If ya don’t, I’ll go through with
it.” Crunch beamed at him like a kid and got to his knees, to unbutton his
trousers. Victor reached out to help him, pulling himself into a sitting
position.

“You could always muffle my screams,” he
suggested, breathing in the other man’s rich scent. It was a cheap cologne, but
he came to associate this kind of aroma with bulky, sweaty bodies. It made him
smile.

“Told ya I’m no rapist.” Crunch laughed and pushed
his trousers down without further ado.

“No, you’re just a man who’s gonna fuck me into
the ground, aren’t you, Mr. Crunch?” asked Victor, working his own trousers open,
but never turning his eyes away from the handsome face in front of him. It was
such a liberating experience to get naked in a spot so fresh and pristine. It
occurred to him that all the physical contact he enjoyed with men was in closed
rooms, or in dark, remote streets. Never like this.

“The hell I am! Love it ‘ow ya call me
mister
.”
Crunch chuckled and shoved Victor’s trousers all the way down to his knees,
making him moan in excitement.

“I can call you however you want, Mr. Crunch,”
Victor breathed, taking in the sight of his partner’s stiff cock, which was now
curling up that delicious, hairy stomach. He reached forward, gently pulling
Crunch closer by the folds of his open shirt.

“‘Mr. Crunch is good.” Crunch laughed and leaned
down to flip him over in one quick move that sent Victor’s head spinning. The
man's strength was impressive, as Victor wasn't all that lightweight.

“Then fuck me, Mr. Crunch,” he rasped, clutching
his fingers on the thick grass and inhaling its fresh scent. With the cool air caressing
his back, it was almost surreal.

Crunch sighed above him and brushed his cock
against the back of Victors thigh. Soon, slippery fingers, parted Victor’s
arsecheeks. There wouldn’t be much prelude, rough fingertips were straight to
the point. Victor whined, flexing his buttocks and thrusting his hips back like
a wanton slut, ready to take the digits. It felt good to be wanted.

“So thick,” he whispered into the fresh-smelling
grass.

“Yeah? Guess what’s gonna be thicker.” Crunch
panted, teasing Victor’s anus with two slippery fingertips. They slid around
the pucker, making Victor’s mouth water with anticipation as his hole twitched
in yearning.

“Oh God, Mr. Crunch... your cock... it’s going to
be your cock!”

“Yeah it is. Thickest ya ever ‘ad, boy.” He ground
his cock into Victor’s thigh again, to emphasise that point and pushed his
fingers past the sphincter at the same time. Victor grunted, rolling his hips
back and spreading his thighs further apart. He loved the slight burn of the
initial penetration, how overpowered it made him feel, even now when Crunch was
still using his fingers.

“Yes.”

“Just like that,” Crunch muttered, roughly sliding
the thick digits in and out so fast, Victor’s senses could barely keep up. His
body on the other hand acted on instinct, meeting the hand halfway, taking the
fingers deep, angling his hips so that Crunch would brush his pleasure spot.

“Ah... yar arse wants it bad.” Crunch finally
withdrew his hand, leaving Victor empty. But it wasn't long before he could
sense Crunch’s hot, throbbing cockhead between his buttcheeks.

Breath caught in his throat as he turned his head
to look back at his partner, his whole body tingling. Crunch’s face was
flushed, and Victor could see a gleam of sweat on his forehead and in his hair.
Their lips met before Victor could say a thing, and as Crunch’s tongue was
exploring his mouth, he felt a push at his anus when the cockhead slid in with
a quiet, slippery sound.

He moaned into Crunch’s mouth, raising his arse in
a silent plea for more. His thighs were trembling as he sucked on the other
man’s tongue to demonstrate what he wanted, ignoring the pain in his twisted
neck.

Crunch grunted like a happy bear, and Victor
couldn’t help but moan as the rest of his lover’s shaft rammed in deep, without
mercy. The thrust pushed Victor forward, so he reached back, grabbing Crunch’s
arm and holding on to it as tight as he could, unwilling to break the kiss. His
head was spinning as if he had too much to drink. The cock was so deep in him,
pushing at his insides like a token of claim.

But instead of a quick, rough fuck Victor
expected, Crunch started rocking his hips slowly, as if wanting to ease Victor
into it. He was sliding in and out, each move marked with a deep, sharp intake
of breath. He snaked his hands under Victor’s body and stroked the heated skin
at the same, steady pace. That was somewhat unexpected, and Victor groaned with
the pleasure of the rhythmical, languid strokes. He focused on the controlled
movement inside, ignoring the weeds digging into his knees and palms.

“Oh God,” he moaned, his arse gradually heating
up, opening for his lover.

“I could do this forever.” Crunch sighed into his
ear, pulling out all the way, just to slam back in with a harsh slap of sweaty
skin.

Victor howled, his arms giving up. He curled his
upper body on the grass, with his arse still high in the air for Crunch to
enjoy. “Please, yes,” he panted, loving the fullness just as he did the
continuous assault on his pleasure spot. This man was experienced as fuck.

“Ya can let go with me,” Crunch whispered as his
thrusts became quicker, more shallow.

Victor moaned, turning his face to the side and
laying his cheek on his hand. He glanced back at Crunch, whose powerful body
looked almost godlike against the perfect, bright blue sky. “On my back...” he
pleaded, eager to see Crunch hovering above him.

“Oh, yeah? Slave has demands?” Crunch groaned with
a chuckle, but didn’t leave Victor wanting and pulled back for a moment,
turning him over like an egg in a pan. Sunny side up. Victor pulled his knees
closer to his chest, exposing himself for his partner. His body was on fire,
barely aware of anything but the man who made him lose control.

“Mr. Crunch, I want you in,” he mewled through
gritted teeth, watching the gorgeous torso, the cock that was soon to enter him
again, the tanned face.

“That I can do!” Crunch looked at him with
unexpected intensity and leaned down to Victor as he thrust his cock back in,
pressing air out of Victor’s lungs. Their eyes locked in what seemed to be a
permanent connection. Victor’s flung his arms over Crunch’s neck, pulling him
down for a deep, penetrating kiss as they moved together in the shadow of the
ditch. He enjoyed every slap of Crunch’s balls on his backside, every drop of
sweat falling onto his skin from above, but most of all, he loved the double
assault on both of his holes. In. Out. In. Out. Like a perfectly written duet.

As the thrusts of Crunch’s hips became erratic,
his kisses only became hungrier and more desperate, as if he wanted to lick
every inch of Victor’s mouth. Victor mewled, clawing his fingers into his
partner’s flesh when Crunch reached between their bodies. He was ready and open
for him. Within seconds, his toes curled and Crunch’s cock, slamming into his
sweet spot, sent him into one of the most intense orgasms he ever experienced.
Clinging to his lover, Victor sucked at his mouth, ready to eat him alive. Even
in the afterglow, having the muscles in his ass contract over that stiff prick
was like heaven. Crunch’s grunts came like from another world, but moments
later Victor was back to the sweet reality of his lover filling him up with hot
spunk while gripping his thigh with one hand.

Victor whimpered, reaching up to cup the flushed
face above him as he tightened his thighs around the trembling hips. He was
distinctly aware of a cool weight on his chest and smiled, recognizing it as
the ring. “That’s it, Mr. Crunch,” he panted. “I want it all.”

“Yar perfect.” Crunch's breath was shallow,
hitching as he slowly moved his hips the last few times, green eyes focused on
Victor as if he were the last man in the world. He seemed nothing like the
brute he pretended to be around the other guards and prisoners.

“So are you.” Fighting against sleepiness, Victor
leaned up to kiss the side of the guard’s neck, hiding his face in the sweaty
skin. “So good...”

“Yar not gonna say that tomorrow, when yar arse is
sore.” Crunch snorted but gave into the caress, relaxing against Victor. When
he withdrew his cock, it felt as if every last bone fled Victor’s body, leaving
him completely relaxed in the soft grass.

Victor gave a breathless laugh, hugging the other
man tight with both his arms and legs. He didn’t want this moment to end. “I
hope I’ll be able to feel it.”

Crunch glanced at him all soft-eyed from exertion.
“Ya know... Yar really making my time here a lot ‘appier,” he confessed,
nuzzling Victor behind the ear.

Victor sighed, slowly petting the other man’s
back, tracing its muscled plains with his fingers. “The time I have with you is
the only time I feel... good,” he finished for the lack of a better word. He
bit his lip, feeling slightly hollow now that they’ve completed the purpose of
their meeting. Crunch would probably want to take him back soon.

“Yar too good to be in a place like this.” Crunch
sighed, lazily stroking the side of Victor’s body as he rested next to him
without breaking contact.

“And yet I’m stuck here,” whispered Victor, his
heart reaching his throat. Why would Crunch say such things? “Forever.”

“Nah... don’t listen to prisoner gossip. Some
people leave. They make deals with the Dals and shit.”

Victor couldn’t help but laugh. For a moment, he
thought Crunch might offer him a way out, but that wasn’t the case. “Frey might
always change his mind about being sucked off by a man. That would be an
opportunity for me.”

And there it was. Silence. Crunch had nothing to
offer him when it came to means of getting out. He could only make Victor’s
stay in this horrendous place bearable. That realization stung more than he had
imagined it would. Crunch might be good to him and do his best to keep him
safe, but ultimately, he wanted Victor to stay. He wouldn’t help him leave and
as much as Victor wanted to tell him about the escape plan, he simply couldn’t
risk it.

***

Victor munched on the bread with butter and honey
Crunch brought for him, greedily swallowing each bite. At home, he would never
eat in such a hurried and uncivilised way, but in Honeyhill, the rules differed
and getting his stomach full was much more important than personal dignity.

“Ya ready?” Crunch smiled at him, getting up to
pull up his trousers.

Victor pressed the rest of the food into his mouth
and nodded, adjusting his clothes as well. Crunch was even thoughtful enough to
bring a cloth for him to clean himself, something he very much appreciated. If
the situation was any different, he and Crunch could have become good friends.
But then again, would they have ever met in London?

“I enjoyed this ditch.” Crunch snorted, as they
climbed out, using the grass and weeds to get back to the meadow.

Victor opened his mouth to tell him they could
enjoy it again, but no sound came. He just sighed, getting to his feet. He felt
positively tired. “Me too.”

“I’ll bring ya some ‘oney tomorrow and maybe we
can find an even nicer ditch.” Crunch laughed, patting his arm.

Victor couldn’t help himself and smiled back,
tracing his fingers down Crunch’s torso in a gesture so subtle, most people
wouldn't have noticed. It was something he learned back home. “Honey sounds
good.”

“I’m not gonna let ya go skinny,” Crunch said as
they started making their way back towards the orchard.

“Then you need to take care of my skin as well. It
could use some fruit.” Victor winked at him, still lost in thought.

“Oh yeah? Yar arse’s already like a peach.” Crunch
wouldn’t stop grinning, and the slight curl of the corner of his mouth made
Victor’s lips quiver.

“Oh, do you like peaches?”

“Very much so.” Crunch pushed his hands into his
pockets after pulling away the last of the tall weeds to make way for Victor
and himself

“If that’s so, maybe you should try how my peach
butt tastes like,” Victor teased him as they entered the empty orchard. 

“You little...!” Crunch didn’t get a chance to
finish the sentence off with an insult and stood up straight, looking to the
footpath close by. Victor followed his gaze and he had to force himself not to
react to what he saw, even though every single hair on his body bristled up.
Iron Teeth was sitting under a tree, sinking his metal jaws into an apple. All
Victor could hope for was that the man wouldn’t be suspicious and that Crunch
made up a reason for them to be here.

They walked onto the footpath, and Crunch gave
Sharpe a cut nod, without even stopping.

“See ya at dinner,” was all Iron Teeth said before
returning to his apple.

Victor wet his lips, all tense. “Your friend?”

Crunch just raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell ya
an hour ago, to keep away from ‘im at all cost?”

“Why? Is he a boylover as well?” Victor tried to
lighten the mood. “Don’t worry, I don’t fancy him.”

“Don’t act dumb.” Crunch cut the jokes instantly.
“He is not a ‘boylover’. He’s not even a ‘humanlover’.”

Victor pressed his lips shut, walking by Crunch’s
side. “Why are you even here? You are a decent man, not like the others...”

“Me? Decent?” He just laughed, but Victor noticed
him discreetly glancing back to Sharpe.