{"id":3297,"date":"2019-02-22T12:54:58","date_gmt":"2019-02-22T17:54:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3297"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:52:21","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:52:21","slug":"the-wanderer-part-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image is-resized\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/02\/drennersdiscount.jpg?resize=900%2C601\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"601\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\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>Despite Pytre not weighing more than my right leg, I\u2019m gasping\nfor breath by the time I reach the hostel. I have to shift him in my arms to\nreach the keypad, and he nearly slips out of my hold when I push the door open\nwith my shoulder. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple is lying on the bed with his back to me, naked from\nthe waist down, with the neck of an aluminium water bottle sticking out of his\nass. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo\u2026 how many credits did you just piss away?\u201d he says\npeevishly as he turns. Apple\u2019s eyes widen. \u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMove,\u201d I growl, my arms trembling from the strain of\nholding Pytre. Apple quickly does as he\u2019s told and I set my burden down on the\nbed with a grunt. I grab the bottle of lube as it rolls towards Pytre and toss\nit off the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, wait, I <em>know<\/em>\nhim,\u201d Apple says, leaning over the bed. The bright silver bottleneck catches my\neye again and I frown. \u201cThat\u2019s the Rimer who hired me, ain\u2019t it?\u201d He straightens\nand my imagination paints such a vivid picture of the bottle lodged up his ass,\nit\u2019s like I\u2019ve got x-ray vision. I swallow. Outside of some cock-sucking and a\nfew rounds of mutual wanking when we\u2019re not fucked-out from work, Apple and I\ndon\u2019t have a physical relationship. In fact, the only time I fucked him was the\nday we met. However, right now all I can think is how I\u2019d like to pull that\nbottle out of him and plug his hole with my dick instead. What about the\npromise I made to him? No sucking, no fucking. Well, sure, he sucks my cock\nfrom time to time but that\u2019s on him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s with the\u2026 um\u2026\u201d I say, gesturing vaguely at his\nnakedness. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Yeah, when I pull the\nbottle out, I\u2019ll keep his cheeks spread and spit a few times into his gaping\nhole before giving it a good drilling.<\/em> I\u2019m giving myself a raging hard-on\nbut I can\u2019t help it. Pytre\u2019s got me wound up tight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI got a date with Herc later,\u201d he says. \u201cI figured I\u2019d go\nprepared.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAh.\u201d Turk the Merc is well known for his excessive love of implants and his massive cock is the stuff of nightmares. Well, unless you\u2019re like Apple\u2014he seems to like the challenge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple\u2019s brows slowly move towards each other and he narrows\nhis eyes at me. His skin is mostly cleared up and his stubble is less patchy, and\nhe looks like a different person. His face has changed for the better in other\nways too, like his jaw is wider and cheeks sharper\u2014what with the mop of blond curls\nand exotic eyes, he\u2019s turning into a real stunner. I clench my teeth,\nuncomfortable with his scrutiny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201c<em>What<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI was about to ask you the same thing,\u201d Apple says, taking a step towards me. He tilts his head to the side, pauses, then unzips his shirt, dropping it on the ground. I look down, breaking his gaze. He\u2019s got a great body, muscular, but not in that fake way, and his dick is pretty too. <em>Jesus<\/em>. I can feel the sweat trickling down my back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nonchalantly cupping the bulge in the front of my pants, he grins. \u201cWha\u2019s this, eh mis\u2019tuh? Whatchoo wanna?\u201d he says playfully as he squeezes my meat. \u201cHm?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I let out a shaky breath, not trusting myself to speak. What\nwould I say anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou like that?\u201d he breathes, massaging my dick through my\npants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah,\u201d I reply, closing my eyes. His breath feathers my\nface as he moves in closer and I feel the barest tickling touch of his lips on\nmine. Not a kiss, just a tease. As he\u2019s unclipping my belt, I look down into\nhis mismatched eyes, breathing hard. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple licks his lips, his gaze intense. \u201cI know.\u201d He slips\none hand into my pants and grabs my dick. The sound that comes out of me is a\nstrangled groan and he chuckles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYour hand\u2019s cold,\u201d I say, my voice hoarse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Grinning wider, Apple tugs my pants down to my thighs and\ntakes my cock in both hands, stroking it slowly. \u201cIt\u2019s too bad I\u2019ve already got\na date tonight\u2026 I\u2019d let you stick it in me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh yeah?\u201d I swallow, trying to play it cool, but the way my\ndick is jerking and twitching in Apple\u2019s skilled hands probably paints a crystal-clear\npicture of exactly <em>how<\/em> much I\u2019m dying\nto \u201cstick it in him\u201d. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s something mischievous about Apple\u2019s expression\u2014I know he\u2019s enjoying torturing me. \u201c<em>Buuuut<\/em>\u2026 I don\u2019t think Turk\u2019ll like the sloppy seconds and I have to leave soon,\u201d he says with a little pout. Disappointed, I just close my eyes again, reminding myself to be thankful for whatever he\u2019ll offer\u2014he\u2019s still jerking me off, after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Just as I\u2019m starting to get close, Apple lets go of my dick, and I open my eyes to find him bent over, bracing himself on the foot of the bed. He shakes his pert backside at me, wagging the bottle like some sort of perverse tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOk\u2026 go on. But don\u2019t you dare cum inside me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cRight.\u201d I fumble with the greasy neck of the bottle, hands\nclumsy with excitement, and pull it out of him slowly. His pucker stays open, a\ndeep pink cavern, then it winks shut as he looks over his shoulder at me, his\ngrin crooked. I\u2019m literally dripping by the time I push the head of my cock\ninto him, and when my whole shaft just slides into him, easy as a pie, the\nsound I make can only be called a whimper. <em>Jesus<\/em>.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can\u2019t see his face because he\u2019s turned away from me again,\nbut the moan that comes out of him sounds genuine. I <em>think<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Hell, why do I care?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Grabbing hold of his hips, I pound my cock deep into him a dozen\ntimes, doing mental gymnastics to prolong the moment as much as I can, but it\u2019s\nno good, and for a sec I nearly forget about pulling out. Gritting my teeth, I yank\nmy dick out of Apple and spray his back with a long groan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBoy, that was quick,\u201d Apple says, looking back at me with a\nlaugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFuck,\u201d I say, panting. Then I freeze, because I see Pytre\u2019s\nawake and staring right at me. I can\u2019t tell what his expression is, I\u2019m all fog-brained,\nbut I think it\u2019s either shock or disgust. Damn it. Apple gives me a curious\nlook and turns to see what I\u2019m staring at.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, hi there, preacher man,\u201d Apple says cheerfully, still\nbent over the bed, his hands to either side of Pytre\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre just blinks slowly at Apple then lifts his eyes to\nmine again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI uh,\u201d I say, backing away from Apple to pull my pants up. \u201cYou\u2019re\nawake.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey, wait! You\u2019re not done here,\u201d Apple reminded me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSorry.\u201d I\u2019m so jittery, I nearly trip over myself getting\nto the toilet unit on the other wall. I grab the towel above the basin then clean\nup Apple\u2019s back as best as I can, all the while avoiding Pytre\u2019s gaze. When I\u2019m\ndone, Apple straightens and turns towards me, surprising me by pecking a kiss\non my cheek just as I make eye contact with Pytre again. The ex-Rimer\u2019s\nexpression doesn\u2019t change but the rims of his ears are suddenly very pink. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre followed me into the desert, suffered god only knows,\nand this is his reward. Yeah, he should have known better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll be home in a few hours,\u201d Apple says, pausing at the\ndoor. The smile he gives me is strange\u2014I\u2019ve never seen it on his face before. \u201cHave\nfun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I watch him go, wondering why it feels like I\u2019ve done\nsomething doubly wrong, then I turn back to the bed. \u201cThat doesn\u2019t usually\nhappen,\u201d I say, my voice gruff because I\u2019m embarrassed and annoyed at myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre\u2019s eyebrows rise and his forehead wrinkles up like ripples\nin the sand. \u201cI see.\u201d He looks away and starts to sit up, so I drop to a squat\nnext to the low bed and give him a hand, shoving the one lumpy pillow between\nhis head and the wall as he scoots back. \u201cWhere am I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDrenner\u2019s Discount Hostel.\u201d I wince, my knees aching from the strain, and use the bed frame to get up high enough so I can sit on the edge of the mattress. \u201cOff Launch Drive. Not far from where you found me. You passed out.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh,\u201d he says, rubbing the top of his head. He won\u2019t look at\nme. \u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou want something to eat now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes\u2026 Please.\u201d This time he does meet my eye and the smile\nthat curves his lips is earnest. \u201cI\u2019m famished. I could eat for days.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I nearly jog down the stairs to the row of vend-o-tron machines and then pick one of everything that\u2019s edible, trying not to think about my diminishing credits. Worse comes to worse, I\u2019ll sell some blood to make it up. Or\u2026 I\u2019ll let Turk have a go at me. I know he\u2019s interested\u2014he\u2019s said as much. Walking back up the staircase with my arms full, I try not to think of Apple prepping himself for Turk\u2019s monster. I can do it if it means getting Apple and me off this rock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stop at the door. Shit, what about Pytre? He\u2019ll want to\ncome too, won\u2019t he? Or maybe not after what he just witnessed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But if he <em>does<\/em>\nwant to come\u2026 that\u2019s going to complicate things when it comes to division of\nlabour. I can\u2019t imagine Pytre slinging ass alongside the two of us, but I doubt\nhe\u2019s got much in the way of real skills to do anything else. <em>Shit<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pushing open the door, I start to say something about the vacu-packaged\nbounty I secured, but I see that Pytre\u2019s fallen unconscious again. I step into\nthe room, dumping the food on the storage unit and lean over the bed to check\nhis pulse. Just as I touch him, he smacks his lips, wrinkles his nose, and lets\nout a soft snore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Chuckling to myself, I sit down on the bed next to him. Not unconscious\u2014only asleep. I watch him for a few moments, then I reach out and take his hand in mine, careful so he won\u2019t wake. I shake my head and sigh, squeezing his hand gently. <em>You shouldn\u2019t have followed me<\/em>, I think at him. Shaking my head again, I touch the light on the wall, dimming it. <em>But I\u2019m glad you did<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>We\u2019ll figure something\nout.<\/em><\/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>Despite Pytre not weighing more than my right leg, I\u2019m gasping for breath by the time I reach the hostel. I have to shift him in my arms to reach the keypad, and he nearly slips out of my hold when I push the door open with my shoulder. Apple is lying on the bed with his back to me, naked from the waist down, with the neck of an aluminium water bottle sticking out of his ass. \u201cSo\u2026 how many credits did you just piss away?\u201d he says peevishly as he turns. Apple\u2019s eyes widen. \u201cWho\u2019s that?\u201d \u201cMove,\u201d I &#8230; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more-container\"><a title=\"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Seven\" class=\"read-more button\" href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-seven\/#more-3297\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Wanderer &#8211; Part Seven\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"generate_page_header":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"The Wanderer - Part Seven (NSFW). 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