Author’s Note:
This is an unedited, ongoing serial that will eventually be published in novel form. Plot/characters/elements are subject to change as it is being written. It’s currently in 1st person/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below.
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi
Tags: prostitution, graphic sex, large age gap, violence, theft, drug/alcohol abuse, depression, rape, gang rape, cannibalism, murder, incest, child/infant death and abuse, general abuse, (more to be added as the story goes)
Tonight we’re staying outside some shithole town with the unfortunate name of Dankle Pits. While Apple’s busy setting up camp, I’m in town working on getting us something to eat. The fella with me has a dick tip like a big mushroom, and right now that mushroom’s buried deep in my guts, popping into my sigmoid like a head through a too-tight turtleneck. I grit my teeth, eyes on the faded graffiti all over the dumpster I’m clinging to, and sigh, wishing the guy would just hurry it up. He’s taking his sweet time, moaning softly when he’s not asking me how I like it. Up to now, I’ve been giving him noncommittal grunts, but the next time he asks my opinion on his fucking, I go for an enthusiastic “Oh yeah, feels fucking great.” Turns out all the fella needed was a little encouragement. He groans and bucks into me hard and I wince, waiting for him to finish.
When we first set off weeks ago, Apple and I were taking turns earning our supper, it’s only fair, but the kid’s not really in any shape to work now. It’s been my ass paying for grub for the past few days. The guy finally takes his dick out of me and I pull up my pants. You’d think I’d have a hard time finding anyone to pay me, but I guess I’m appealing enough because I always seem to score. The price is right too.
I hold out my pad and my new friend presses his thumb to it, transferring enough credits to buy dinner for a few days… and a little extra. He gives me a big smile.
“You be aroun’ tomorrow, big guy?” he asks. He’s about half my age, judging by the state of his teeth, and seems awfully keen.
“Not if I can help it.” Apple and I are making a beeline for the port. With any luck, we’ll be able to make enough to get off this rock. I’m done here. I didn’t find my oblivion… but I’m not really sure what I did find.
I walk back through town and find a few food stalls. There’s actual meat in the patties I buy, but I know better than to ask what kind. I also buy a new solar cell for my thermos and some cookies for Apple. Poor kid.
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Apple looks up as I duck into the tent. He looks worse than when I left him—he’s pale and shaking, and the whites of his eyes are webbed red with broken blood vessels.
“How was work?” he says with a wan smile.
I snort and toss him one of the patties. “Eat.”
He stares at the wrapped package for a moment before he opens it. He takes a little nibble and sighs before setting it aside.
“I know you’ve got no appetite, but you have to keep your strength up. I’m not carrying you.”
Apple shrugs and wraps his arms around himself, shivering even though it’s hot in here. He’s so skinny I can clearly make out the shape of his skull and his shoulder bones look almost sharp enough to cut through his shirt. “I bought cookies,” I say, hoping to tempt him.
He smiles again but he just looks so fucking tired. Without the brothel drug that kept him young, his body is maturing at breakneck speed and it’s tearing him apart. Apple is no longer the cheeky cherub he was just a few short weeks ago—now he’s nearly my height, and his acne-ravaged face is sprouting coarse blond hairs. He sighs again, trembling in pain, and I settle down next to him.
“All right,” I say, relenting. Right away, he slumps over, head in my lap, and I unzip my fly. I feed my limp cock into his open mouth and he begins sucking on it. It’s the only thing that seems to comfort him, like the elixir in my balls is what’s keeping him alive. Already he’s perking up as his hand takes over from mine, jerking my hardening dick as he slurps and nibbles it gently.
The boy sure knows how to suck cock, that’s for sure.
I pet his ragged curls softly as he works on me and then close my eyes as he brings me quickly past the edge, my cum erupting in a few thick bursts that he swallows down eagerly. I let out a long, contented sigh… I’m glad I can help him, but to be fair, I’m getting a lot out of it myself. He keeps my cock in his mouth, tonguing the slit as my erection fades, mining for the last few drops. He’ll stay like this all night if I let him. Shaking my head, I grab my meat patty and unwrap it. Have to keep my strength up too—I need fuel for the next time Apple drains my balls which, judging by how my dick is reacting to his sleepy nuzzling, won’t be long from now.
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In Holer’s Port, Apple and I get lucky. He’s starting to regain his strength, so we’re both earning, and tonight we’re servicing a group of stevedores. Apple’s mouth is getting quite a workout and I’m getting to be the fucker rather than the fuckee for once, and I’m actually having a great time. The man I’m ploughing is built like a bull. He’s on his back, calves on my shoulders, and every few thrusts, he grunts out “again.” That’s my cue to punch him in the dick, which I cheerfully oblige. I hear Apple laugh, something I didn’t realize I missed hearing, and turn to see what’s so funny. He’s sitting on one guy’s lap, impaled to the hilt on his dick, while another guy is trying to insert himself into the mix.
“Y’ha’ to push much fo’ harder,” Apple says with another laugh. Unless we’re alone, he reverts to the local pidgin. “C’mon, mi’suh big dick. Push!” The head of the guy’s cock finally squeezes past the tight ring of muscle and Apple closes his eyes with a deep groan.
Fuck. Watching Apple get his hole stretched by two dicks is a bad idea. I’m already close as it is and I’m assuming my guy doesn’t want me to stop just yet.
“Again.” I turn away from my young companion and hammer a fist into the bull’s cock, trying my best to pull myself back from the brink.
“Again.” Punch.
“Again.” Punch. I can hear Apple whimpering and it’s driving me crazy. Is the bull waiting for me to cum? Am I waiting for him to cum? Shit. I slow a bit, wiping the sweat from my face with my forearm.
“Again.” This time I hit the guy extra hard, and to my surprise, his eyes roll back in his head and his asshole clamps down on my cock like it’s going to bite it off. I blow my load with a yell just as his cum spurts up his furry belly. Panting, I pull out and grin, thinking I’m done, but one of the other fellas goes down on his knees in front of me to suck in my cum covered dick. I wince, too sensitive, and then start in surprise as hands clasp my hips, the hot head of a cock poking around my back door. I guess I get to be both fucker and fuckee tonight. I sigh and bend forward to give him better access. Looking up, I see Apple watching me. He gives me a wink.
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The hostel is the only place in town with a room, but it only has one narrow bed so we’ll have to sleep in shifts. Shit, at least it's private. I’m sore as hell and not in the best of moods, so when Apple insists on sleeping first, I just turn around, slamming the door as I leave. I need a drink. It’s been weeks since I’ve had more than a beer and right now I’ve got credits burning a hole in my account. Sure, it’ll take away from our boarding passes, but since Apple’s going to be so well rested, he won’t mind going back out to earn a few credits while I get some shut eye, will he?
I pick a stool at the place down the street and hold up a finger to the android tending bar. It’s shiny and new looking, not a model I recognize. “Whiskey.”
It lists out a few brands I recognize and a whole bunch I don’t. It’s nice to be in a big city again… well, if you can call Holer’s Port big. It’s a fraction of the size of the small town I grew up in, but after months wandering the desert, it feels like a teeming metropolis. I pick the cheapest one on the list—yeah, I won’t send Apple back out again tonight. The kid does need his rest. He’s still suffering from withdrawal… and I guess I’ll apologize later for storming out like a big baby just now.
The bartender pours my drink and takes my credits with a cheerful bleep. The glass is halfway to my lips when I see something reflected in the bar mirror that has me stopped dead for a second. I carefully set down the glass, my heart clenching like a fist in my chest as I stare back at the hazel eyes looking over my shoulder at me. I turn around slowly to face the apparition.
Pytre smiles.
