{"id":3427,"date":"2019-04-21T19:18:12","date_gmt":"2019-04-21T23:18:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3427"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:51:21","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:51:21","slug":"the-wanderer-part-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Eleven"},"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\/04\/W11.png?resize=900%2C637\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"637\"\/><\/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>In the center of the room, a man is hanging upside-down, suspended from his ankles from a metal frame, his legs held apart. A woman in high heels is helping another man feed a big chain into the first guy\u2019s ass. I wince, watching the thick greased links slip into his body one at a time. The thing\u2019s gotta weigh twenty pounds at <em>least<\/em>. I can\u2019t imagine what that does to your intestines. The man\u2019s face is covered in a black mask and his body is shiny from sweat. No way to tell if he\u2019s enjoying this or not. The last foot of chain disappears into him, his belly visibly distending, and I think I hear a moan. His thighs start twitching, from pain or pleasure or both, and I shake my head, cracking open another bottle of beer. The shit people get off on, I swear. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I take another look at the woman in heels. She\u2019s young and pretty with big antigravity tits, but her most interesting trait is the long tail, like a cat\u2019s, grafted to her backside. It sways as she walks, the end swishing from side to side as she smiles and gestures to the chain-filled-man like he\u2019s some sort of prize we\u2019ve all won. There's a metallic glint near the tip of her tail where the fake fur has worn away from brushing against the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The performers get a smattering of applause as she bows, and I snort, shaking my head again. At that moment, the woman makes eye contact\u2014I sigh, thinking about her shabby tail, so give her an apologetic smile and dutifully press my thumb to the closest of the small screens mounted on the bar, transferring her a few credits. After all, I\u2019m loaded now, aren\u2019t I? Might as well spend it while I got it\u2026 it\u2019s not like we have three mouths to feed anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Fucking hell<\/em>. I down the bottle of beer and push the cracked button for another. A second later, a hole opens up in the bar and another aluminum bottle emerges. I grimace as I twist off the cap. Drinking beer from the bottle is always going to feel a little perverse after seeing what Apple gets up to. Oh <em>goddamnit<\/em>. How do I keep my idiot brain from revisiting him every chance it gets? <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The trio on the stage are cleaning up. I missed the part\nwhere they pulled the chain out of the fella, but I can\u2019t help but notice there\u2019s\na little pink in the spatter of lube on the shiny chrome platform. Maybe it\u2019s\nbetter I didn\u2019t see. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The bar has a few so-called \u201crelief stations\u201d to keep the\npatrons from getting overexcited from the non-stop porn show\u2014in a place like\nthis, a fist fight could easily turn into a bloody massacre\u2014and I\u2019m sorely tempted\nto use one. I\u2019m tense and irritable and I think the beer\u2019s actually making it\nworse. Maybe a little \u201crelief\u201d is just what the doctor ordered\u2014since I\u2019m not\nworking anymore, it\u2019s been days since I\u2019ve had any. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The closest relief station to me is a naked young woman strapped facedown to a padded bench, ass hanging off the end, free for the taking. After a few seconds of my dick hemming and hawing about using the girl, I decide against it... she\u2019s fast asleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m still staring when a tall skinny guy in lemon-yellow coveralls walks right up to her, squirts a bit of lube into his palm from the convenient dispenser, and sticks his dick in her ass like he hasn\u2019t a care in the world. I can\u2019t help but watch for a bit, surprised that she doesn\u2019t wake up as he really starts ploughing away at her, then it occurs to me that they probably pay her more to take it unconscious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Lip curled, I turn away, my finger tapping the worn whiskey\nbutton twice. Fuck beer. It\u2019s too slow for what I need right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The next act is already up on stage by the time I\u2019ve tossed\nback the first glass, the whiskey cheap and stinging in my throat, and I sit\nback in my seat to watch, only mildly interested in the proceedings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThere you are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I turn to Pytre, frowning. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d The\nwords come out a touch slurred and I realize I might actually be a little drunk\nalready.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLooking for you.\u201d He rubs the bright copper fuzz on his\nhead, his attention turning to the stage. A crease appears between his brows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey, you uh, shouldn\u2019t be in a place like this,\u201d I say, but fuck me if I'm not happy to see him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat are they\u2026 doing?\u201d he asks in a strangled voice, his\neyes wide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I turn back to the stage. \u201cWell\u2026 right now she\u2019s\u2026 uh\u201d\u2014there\u2019s a clear bag hanging on a hook over the performers, filled with a milky liquid\u2014\u201cgetting an enema. Then, I\u2019m guessing those two guys are going to stick everything on that table up her ass.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWho in the loving Rime would enjoy this?\u201d Pytre says,\nlooking away from the display, his cheeks visibly flushed even in the dark of\nthe bar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I laugh. \u201cKlismaphiles and sadomasochists? I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAre <em>you<\/em> enjoying\nthis?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I first met the ex-Rimer, I\u2019d tried to shock him over and over to no avail, but now that I see him so obviously flustered, I sort of feel bad for laughing. I take a sip of whiskey, and shrug before answering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHonestly, I can take it or leave it.\u201d I think back to the necro blood fuckers I saw, months ago it feels like\u2014now, <em>that<\/em> bar makes this one look like church. \u201cBut no. Not really. Just came for a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre just stares at me for a few moments before saying, \u201cDon\u2019t\nworry, Asher. He\u2019ll come.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019re leaving <em>tomorrow<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019ll come,\u201d he repeats. \u201cI know it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhy? Have you been praying?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre\u2019s expression hardens. \u201cI don\u2019t pray anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cRight. Sorry,\u201d I mumble, breaking away from the bitterness\nin his eyes to stare into my empty glass. I think faith is bullshit, but I\ncan\u2019t help but feel sorry for him. \u201cI hope you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The woman on stage lets out a squeal and I look up to see Pytre watching the show, his mouth slack. Is that me, or do I see a hint of\u2026 <em>interest<\/em> in his expression? I grin. Maybe there\u2019s hope for us yet. Not that fucking him is really a priority anymore. I think\u2014and I might be wrong\u2014but, I <em>think<\/em> I just want him around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Fucking him <em>would<\/em>\nbe nice too\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I frown, adjusting my semi with my free hand. My libido\u2019s working overtime, what with my newfound freedom from whoring and no Apple around to help me out with my needs\u2014<em>dammit<\/em>. I close my eyes, holding my dick through my pants, my brain playing a crisp projection of Apple riding my cock that last night. If he <em>does <\/em>come back\u2026 was that just a goodbye-fuck? A one-time offer? I grit my teeth and take a deep breath through my nose, turning away from Pytre and the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There are two young attendants at the relief station now, untying the sleeping woman. One of the boys presses a device to her shoulder and her lids slowly lift. She yawns, rubbing her face sleepily as she sits up and stretches languidly. The taller boy drapes a pale-blue silken robe over her shoulders and she ties it at the waist with a loose bow. Smiling at the boy, she says a few words, some friendly banter, and he laughs. The other boy places a wine glass in her hand and she pats his cheek, a loving little gesture that is so completely at odds with the surroundings that it hits me with a weird pang. I clear my throat, blinking fast because my vision is swimming. I haven\u2019t slept well in days and it\u2019s starting to affect me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As the young woman walks away, a tall boy with curly blond\nhair is led to the padded bench by more attendants and, because my eyes are\nstill blurry, for one or two long seconds I think it\u2019s Apple. But no. This boy\u2019s\nnot half as pretty as my Apple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>My Apple<\/em>. Shit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s get the fuck out of here,\u201d I growl and grab Pytre by the collar of his jacket. The ex-Rimer lets out a surprised squawk as I start dragging him out of the bar\u2014he grabs my wrist with both hands as he skips clumsily sideways to keep up with me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHey, let <em>go<\/em>,\u201d he says, tripping over his feet, but I just pull him through the doorway and then shove him into the narrow alley next to the bar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019ve got him up against the yellow bricks in a heartbeat, my mouth crushed against his so hard that his teeth press painfully into my lips, but when I try to thrust my tongue into his mouth, he surprises me with a solid knee to the groin. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I fall like a stone, my hands cupping my screaming testicles, and I feel like the beer and whiskey might make a comeback\u2026 but the nausea passes after a few shaky breaths and I lay there, blinking up at Pytre. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSorry,\u201d I mumble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI get it. You\u2019re angry. You\u2019re hurt\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy balls hurt, yeah.\u201d I wince, but the pain is good. It\u2019s cleared my head, for one\u2026 stamped out the ugly thing that had risen up in me just now, the thing that only knows how to break and destroy. The thing that sabotages anything good in my life because it knows I don't deserve it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant,\u201d Pytre says, reaching out a hand. I let him help me up and, ashamed, I watch him try to straighten the collar of his jacket. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSorry,\u201d I say again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre stares at me in silence for a moment, his teeth\nworrying his bottom lip. His are the most expressive eyes I\u2019ve ever seen and\nright now they\u2019re full of judgment and\u2026 something else. He takes an audible breath\nand steps towards me. My back hits the wall and I grunt in surprise as he\nreaches up to touch my face. Confused, I let him pull my head down towards his.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat are you\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre shakes his head, shushing me before touching his lips to mine. It\u2019s a gentle kiss, nothing at all like the crap I\u2019d just attempted, but so much more. I\u2019m afraid to move lest the kiss ends, and it feels like my heart wants to burst out of my ribcage. I let out a groan, my hands circling Pytre\u2019s waist on their own\u2014it\u2019s odd, his body is so familiar to me even though we\u2019ve barely touched before. It takes me a sec to realize that the noise I hear is coming from me, a pathetic sounding whimper\u2014I swear to god, if this turns out to be another goodbye, I won\u2019t survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Drawing back, Pytre looks up at me, his eyes wide and cheeks mottled pink. \u201cLet\u2019s go back to the room.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAre you sure?\u201d I don\u2019t think my feet are touching the\nground anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Brow furrowed, Pytre cocks his head at me\u2014maybe I\u2019ve misunderstood his intention\u2014then his eyes get real big again. \u201cOh.\u201d Pytre\u2019s whole face goes dark red. \u201c<em>Oh<\/em>, I didn\u2019t mean we\u2019d\u2026 uh, I just meant\u2026 we should get back. It\u2019s late.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah, me too. That\u2019s what I meant too. Let\u2019s go back to the\nroom,\u201d I say, my voice a bit hoarse. \u201cThat\u2019s a good idea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre turns and leads the way out of the alleyway, and I\nfollow along silently like a dog on a leash. What the hell just happened?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We climb the mesh-metal steps to our floor, and as he\u2019s\nkeying in the code to our room, I cough into my fist, side-eyeing Pytre. I want\nto ask\u2026 but what the hell do I say?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Obviously sensing my confusion, Pytre lets out a little sigh\nbefore he pushes the door open. It\u2019s dark in the room and the air is stale and\nhot. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I want, all right?\u201d He looks over at me. \u201cBut it\u2019s not\nyou forcing yourself on me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOk,\u201d I reply, chastened. \u201cI got it.\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There\u2019s a rustle from somewhere in the room and I\u2019m immediately\non the defensive, pushing Pytre behind me to keep him safe. I hear a snuffling\nnoise and for one weird second, I think an animal\u2019s broken into our room, but\nthen the lights come on overhead. It\u2019s Apple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m on my knees in front of him, hands clutching his\nshoulders so I can hold him still while I stare in shock at the ruin of his\nface. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pytre gasps as he falls to his knees beside me. \u201cRime help\nme.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Both of Apple\u2019s eyes are swollen shut, blood leaking from the corner of his left one, and there\u2019s an egg-sized lump over that temple. His nose is broken, that much is obvious, and he\u2019s stuffed some tissues into his nostrils to staunch the bleeding. The hardest to look at is Apple\u2019s mouth. His bottom lip is swollen and purple, and the right side of his mouth has been ripped open, creating a ghastly, jagged grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple shudders, reaching for me blind, and lets out a wail that\ntears at my heart. Some of his fingers are clearly broken but that doesn\u2019t stop\nhim from clutching at me in desperation. I wrap him in my arms, trying to be careful,\nbut the fury in my guts makes it hard not to crush him against me. After only a\nfew moments, I relinquish my hold on him, pushing him roughly into Pytre embrace\nbefore getting to my feet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d Pytre says, stroking Apple\u2019s back. He\ndoesn\u2019t even really know Apple but tears run freely down his cheeks for the wounded\nboy. Pytre\u2019s a good man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI think you know.\u201d I clench my jaw, wishing I hadn\u2019t had\nthat second whiskey. \u201cIf I don\u2019t come back, you take Apple and you leave.\nUnderstand?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Hazel eyes wide, Pytre hesitates for a moment. Then he nods.\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without another word, I leave them\u2014I\u2019m going to need a gun if I\u2019m going to kill that fucker Turk. <\/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>In the center of the room, a man is hanging upside-down, suspended from his ankles from a metal frame, his legs held apart. A woman in high heels is helping another man feed a big chain into the first guy\u2019s ass. I wince, watching the thick greased links slip into his body one at a time. The thing\u2019s gotta weigh twenty pounds at least. I can\u2019t imagine what that does to your intestines. The man\u2019s face is covered in a black mask and his body is shiny from sweat. No way to tell if he\u2019s enjoying this or not. 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