{"id":3022,"date":"2018-07-21T21:47:39","date_gmt":"2018-07-22T01:47:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3022"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:53:22","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:53:22","slug":"the-wanderer-part-three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer \u2013 Part Three"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><em>Author\u2019s Note:<br>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\u2019s currently in 1st  person\/present tense, but I may change it to past tense, excluding the first chapter which will act as an intro. <strong>Read at your own discretion and take note of story tags below<\/strong>.<\/em><br><br><strong>Genre:<\/strong> Post-Apocalyptic sci-fi <br><strong>Tags: <\/strong>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)<\/p>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer\" class=\"menu\"><li id=\"menu-item-4605\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4606\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4607\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4608\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4609\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4610\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4611\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4612\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4613\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4614\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4615\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4616\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4617\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4618\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4619\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li id=\"menu-item-4620\" class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>I can feel the sweat pouring down my back as I start thrusting a little faster into the boy. He\u2019s young. Younger than I\u2019d like, to be honest, but he\u2019s what I was given to work with. He\u2019s got his eyes screwed shut, his hands up near his head in tight fists, and he\u2019s grimacing and whimpering every time I go deep\u2014and not in a good way. Then he lets out this pathetic little cry of pain and I just can\u2019t anymore\u2026 I stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Immediately, the boy opens his eyes and looks up at me with concern. \u201cUh... you done \u2018ready?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m breathing hard and as I shake my head, a few drops of sweat go flying. It\u2019s hot as hell in my tent, but leaving the flap closed only seemed the polite thing to do, considering who my neighbours are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo\u2026 what fo\u2019 then you wait?\u201d asks the boy, his local pidgin easy enough to decipher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His asshole squeezes down hard on my cock, and it feels good, but I ask, \u201cAm I actually hurting you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou <em>wanna<\/em> hurt me, yeah?\u201d This is said with a crooked grin and I feel him waggle his pelvis back and forth a few times, teasingly. \u201cTha\u2019s my special-ly. Done good fo\u2019 earnin\u2019, don\u2019 you know.\u201d His smile is replaced by a terrified expression and I realize the kid\u2019s a real good actor. \u201cOh ow ow mis\u2019uh\u2026 oh please <em>noooo<\/em>\u2026\u201d The boy nods, a canny look in his eye. \u201cFor extra, I do <em>real<\/em> big screamin\u2019 and cryin\u2019\u2026 you like?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m filled with loathing for my fellow man. Good for business indeed. \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh.\u201d The boy pushes a blond curl away from his eye, looking thoughtful for a moment. \u201cWell\u2026 what you wanna I do?\u201d He seems honestly confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My cock\u2019s only getting limper as this goes on, and right then it slips out of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh no, long-tooth, don\u2019 worry none! I get it hard up, quick yeah?\u201d he says, reaching for my dick, but I take a step back. I\u2019m sure if I turned off my conscience I could get it up again enough to fuck him, and I\u2019d probably get off in just a few minutes, but truth is I just don\u2019t want to. There\u2019s just something hellishly off-putting about folks paying to rape a kid, act or no. I don\u2019t know, maybe I\u2019m old-fashioned, but I think there should be laws against that sort of thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, we\u2019re done,\u201d I say, and when I see his eyes widen in real fear, I smile. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. You get paid just the same.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Relief brings a shy grin to his face and he pops up from my cot, grabbing the shorts I\u2019d yanked off him only a few minutes earlier. From one of the pockets, he pulls out a battered old comms pad, the likes of which I haven\u2019t seen in probably a decade, and I dutifully press my thumb to the scratched sensor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I might be unfulfilled, but I can\u2019t very well send him off empty-handed, can I? Who knows what his pimp would do to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You know, I\u2019m getting downright soft, living alongside the Rimers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThanks,\u201d he says as he\u2019s hopping on one foot to get dressed. \u201cYou a handsome fella. Nice big dick. Anytime you want, fo\u2019 sure, ok?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not, and it\u2019s not, but thank you,\u201d I say, pulling my own pants back up again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The kid\u2019s scrawny and he\u2019s got pink scars on his shoulders and cheeks like he\u2019s had too many sunburns\u2014when he turns, I see he\u2019s got two small deed tattoos visible over the waist of his low-slung shorts, right above his left ass cheek, and one of the tattoos is crossed out. So young to have already changed hands once. Poor kid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you have stash of your own?\u201d I ask, my voice low and gruff. His account\u2019s controlled by the man who owns him but there are a few ways to hide credits, if you know the right people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The boy looks up at me, curious. \u201cNo. Why fo'?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stare at him, wishing I had some little token to give him, something he could trade for a vidgame maybe. A kid his age shouldn\u2019t have to spend his days fucking old perverts like me\u2014the longer I think about it, the more I\u2019m disgusted by myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don\u2019t have anything to give the boy, so I send him on his way, silently watching him duck through the tent flap. I sit on the edge of my cot and close my eyes. I\u2019ve lost count of the things I should be ashamed of.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A moment later, the flap lifts again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFeeling better?\u201d Pytre\u2019s got a smile on his face, but it doesn\u2019t reach his eyes. He holds out the green bottle I\u2019ve been expecting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI think I feel worse.\u201d I grab the bottle from him and pull the cork out. I take a swig of the chartreuse, my eyes already watering before I swallow. It\u2019s awful stuff but it gets the job done. These cultists might frown on fucking, but there\u2019s some wiggle room regarding liquor. The chartreuse is something they manufacture themselves, part of their trade deal with the Argonaus Station in orbit around a neighbouring planet, and they\u2019ve got a whole cellar full of the crap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre limits me to one bottle every two days and I\u2019m sort of glad\u2014I can\u2019t imagine what state I\u2019d be in after drinking more than that allowance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe wasn\u2019t to your tastes?\u201d Pytre asks, sinking down cross-legged in his usual spot on the rug. \u201cI was assured the boy was talented.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I chuckle to myself before taking another swig. Grimacing, I mutter, \u201c<em>Boy<\/em> is right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHere I was thinking he might be too old for you,\u201d Pytre replied, folding his hands in his lap. Again, a smile bends Pytre\u2019s lips without touching his eyes. He disapproves, I know, but I can\u2019t help but wonder if some of it is... more personal. \u201cI thought you liked them young.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I frown. \u201cAnd why the <em>fuck<\/em> would you assume that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I figured the sordid acts you\u2019re always propositioning me with spoke to your preferences, seeing as I am so much your junior, as you like to point out, and that obviously makes me appealing.\u201d He laughs, but I can\u2019t help but notice the pink rising in his cheeks. \u201cActually, you haven\u2019t yet said anything about what unholy thing you\u2019d like to do to me today. Are you feeling quite well?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Normally, I would respond with something crude, but I don\u2019t really have it in me right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow old are you anyway?\u201d I ask, shifting the subject. \u201cYou know I\u2019ll figure it out one day.\u201d He has to be over twenty. Maybe even thirty, judging from how long this particular covey of Rimers have been established here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHow old do I look?\u201d He says in reply, serene smile firmly in place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cTen.\u201d It\u2019s a lie, of course. He looked about sixteen the day we met, but the more I get to know him, the older he appears to me. There\u2019s just something in the way he carries himself\u2026 or maybe it\u2019s the tone of his voice. \u201cMaaaybe twelve.\u201d I can\u2019t help teasing him, though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHence my earlier confusion over what age you prefer.\u201d There\u2019s a twinkle in Pytre\u2019s eye and I can\u2019t help it\u2014I laugh, and he joins in with his soft chuckle. I have to give it to him, he\u2019s got a quick wit that I appreciate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre shrugs. \u201cTruthfully, though, about the boy... that\u2019s what\u2019s available around here. And I assure you, like myself, he\u2019s older than he looks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cReally.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre nods. \u201cReally. The whores of Gulchtown ingest something similar to what we Disciples of Rime take for our sacrament.\u201d He narrows his eyes at me, scrutinizing me in a way that starts to make me feel sort of uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, you\u2019re a man of scruples after all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I snort. \u201cDon\u2019t exaggerate now.\u201d I stop, mid-swig and fix him with a stare. \u201cWas that a test?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre shrugs again but says nothing. I wonder whether I should point out that the boy\u2019s perceived age wasn\u2019t <em>exactly<\/em> what stopped me from finishing, initially, but I decide against it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDrink with me,\u201d I say, holding out the bottle. I\u2019ve asked him a few times now and he never takes me up on it, but this time he doesn\u2019t decline right away. He looks over his shoulder at the tent flap, a wrinkle creasing his brow. \u201cC\u2019mon, drink with me, <em>padre<\/em>. You brew the damn stuff, surely you\u2019re allowed to partake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAllowed, <em>yes<\/em>\u2026\u201d Pytre says slowly and finally relents, taking the bottle from me. He stares at the label for a moment, then takes a big gulp of chartreuse before shaking his head. \u201c<em>Rime<\/em>, that\u2019s foul.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I let out a bark of laughter and decide to join Pytre on the rug. I slide off the cot and attempt to sit like the cultist but discover I\u2019m not quite that flexible. I settle on leaning back against the cot with my legs in front of me at a slight angle, ankles crossed and my calf a few inches from Pytre knee. Meanwhile, Pytre\u2019s watching me with an expression I\u2019ve never seen him wear before. He looks a little\u2026 nervous?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After taking another deep pull from the bottle, Pytre leans forward to hand it back to me. His grey robes, belted at the waist, hang open, exposing his chest to me for a second. I can\u2019t help but notice that he\u2019s got a set of real perky nipples, the kind you can get a good suck on, and I smile to myself at that thought. I wonder if he knows how pretty he is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He takes another look at the tent flap as if he\u2019s worried about being caught drinking with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, tell me the truth, Pytre\u2026 if I\u2019m such a holy sinner, lost cause, and all-around bad influence, why do you let me stay here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The question seems to take him by surprise. He\u2019s distracted enough that when I hand the bottle back to him, he doesn\u2019t even pretend to waver. Drinking deep, he pulls a face, then he swallows. The way he licks his lips gives my boner another little shove in the right direction, and I decide right then that I really <em>do<\/em> want him, all jokes and crude overtures aside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI see a man who is hiding from his past\u2014a man who needs time to heal, and I\u2019m willing to give that man the place to do it,\u201d he says quietly. \u201cI don\u2019t think you\u2019re a lost cause, Asher.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s the first time in years I\u2019ve heard my name on anyone\u2019s lips. Normally, it would make me angry, but because it\u2019s Pytre, it somehow feels all right. If anything, it tugs at something inside me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo? I\u2019ve got you swilling hooch in the middle of the day. How am I not a lost cause?\u201d The combination of my pent-up frustration over what happened earlier, the strong liquor, and the close quarters is getting to me. I can\u2019t stop thinking about sliding my hands inside his robes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHa! Hooch?\u201d Pytre\u2019s brows jump up and he makes as if to examine the label again. \u201cDo you have <em>any<\/em> idea how much a bottle of this goes for?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He sounds a bit tipsy, so I decide to seize my chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHere, let me see.\u201d I rise quickly to my knees, reaching for the chartreuse, and cover Pytre\u2019s hand holding the bottle with my own, pulling him roughly towards me until he\u2019s kneeling. We\u2019re face to face, close enough that his breath reaches my lips. His hazel eyes are wide and startled, the pupils huge enough to fall into. I can\u2019t remember the last time I felt anything like this\u2026 my dick is so hard I\u2019m in actual pain and it\u2019s like my body\u2019s on fire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLet go of me,\u201d he says in a very small voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can feel him trembling and that only stokes whatever the hell has me in its grasp. I curl my other arm around Pytre\u2019s waist, tugging him a bit closer. He doesn\u2019t resist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cPlease,\u201d Pytre whispers. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t do this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhy not? It seems to me like you want it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He closes his eyes\u2014his breathing is quick and light. A trickle of sweat makes its way down his cheek\u2026 or is that a tear? Suddenly, I\u2019m uncertain, but I can\u2019t stop staring at his lips. The bottom one is so plump and pink that my mouth is watering for a taste. My head is swimming with lust yet I feel more awake than I have in decades.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAsher, don\u2019t do this to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Once again, my name sounds at home on his tongue and this time that\u2026<em> scares<\/em> me. I lift my eyes and see that his are open and filled with tears. I\u2019ve never seen anything so beautiful and so tragic in my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Disconcerted, I drop my arm from his waist and yank the bottle from his hand, sitting back on my heels as he gets to his feet. My heart is beating so hard I can barely draw breath and I turn away from him, confused by the violence of my desire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell? What are you waiting for?\u201d I growl. \u201cGet the fuck out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I don\u2019t hear him move, I glance over my shoulder. Pytre\u2019s smile is once again serene and his cheeks are dry. However, there\u2019s no mistaking the red tinge to his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThank you,\u201d he says, his voice calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sneer. \u201cFor what? Not <em>raping<\/em> you? You\u2019re welcome.\u201d I make it ugly because <em>I\u2019m<\/em> ugly, inside and out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A hint of uncertainty colours the cultist\u2019s expression and it seems for a moment he\u2019s going to say something else\u2026 but instead he turns and ducks through the tent flap, leaving me to my misery and drink. I swallow down a huge gulp of the vile chartreuse and wonder where the cellar full of liquor is\u2014there\u2019s only a hellish hangover down that path but it\u2019s exactly what I deserve.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity\"\/>\n\n\n<ul id=\"menu-wanderer-1\" class=\"menu\"><li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4605\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-1\/\">Part One<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4606\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-two\/\">Part Two<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4607\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-three\/\">Part Three<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4608\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/\">Part Four<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4609\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-five\/\">Part Five<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4610\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-six\/\">Part Six<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4611\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/\">Part Seven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4612\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eight\/\">Part Eight<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4613\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-nine\/\">Part Nine<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4614\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-ten\/\">Part Ten<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4615\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/\">Part Eleven<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4616\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-twelve\/\">Part Twelve<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4617\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/\">Part Thirteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4618\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fourteen\/\">Part Fourteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4619\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/\">Part Fifteen<\/a><\/li>\n<li class=\"menu-item menu-item-type-custom menu-item-object-custom menu-item-4620\"><a href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-sixteen\/\">Part Sixteen<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I can feel the sweat pouring down my back as I start thrusting a little faster into the boy. He\u2019s young. Younger than I\u2019d like, to be honest, but he\u2019s what I was given to work with. He\u2019s got his eyes screwed shut, his hands up near his head in tight fists, and he\u2019s grimacing and whimpering every time I go deep\u2014and not in a good way. Then he lets out this pathetic little cry of pain and I just can\u2019t anymore\u2026 I stop. 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