{"id":3720,"date":"2020-04-01T16:43:04","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T20:43:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3720"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:50:52","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:50:52","slug":"the-wanderer-part-thirteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Thirteen"},"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>The second his dick pushes into me, I realize this is a serious fucking mistake. Panic hits me like a punch in the gut and I scrabble forwards on my hands and knees, desperate to escape. My vision\u2019s blurry and not just from the sweat pouring into my eyes\u2014I feel like I\u2019m having a stroke. My client, probably wondering what the fuck is going on, doesn\u2019t move for a few seconds. The guy then comes over and puts his arms around me, patting my back gently as he goes <em>tut tut<\/em> in my ear. I lean right into his embrace and sob on his shoulder for a while, just bawling like a fucking baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When the tears have run their course, I pull back, face warm with embarrassment but he\u2019s just staring at me with sympathy in his brown eyes. He\u2019s average looking, maybe even on the ugly side, but there\u2019s something about those eyes that makes me wonder why he has to pay for sex\u2014surely someone else can see he\u2019s a decent guy. That\u2019s scarcer than water around here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I think about trying again\u2014I mean, he only just got the tip in\u2026 maybe after a few thrusts I\u2019d be fine. I need the money. <em>We<\/em> need the money.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But just the thought of giving it another go has me trembling again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGive me your pad,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I frown. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, I can pay you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBuddy, you look like you need it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After some arguing back and forth, he agrees on a blowjob in exchange for the credits. Down on my knees, I go all in and give him some of the best head I\u2019ve ever given\u2026 but all the while, I\u2019m wondering what it\u2019ll take to open my hole for business again. What if my whoring days are through? I certainly won\u2019t miss it, but what else is there? I think about Pytre\u2019s suggestion: bodyguard. I did all right with that blaster at Turk\u2019s, didn\u2019t I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I try not to gag as my throat is suddenly flooded with cum, swallowing down the guy\u2019s load like I enjoy it, then give his cock a quick tongue bath to clean him up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Satisfied, he thumbs my pad and pays me the original price we\u2019d agreed on for a full fuck not just a blowjob, but he won\u2019t back down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I watch him walk away as I rub my mouth. Nice guy. Again I wonder what\u2019s he doing on a shithole like Chornoboh-7.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I can\u2019t work the door code with my arms full, so I lean my forehead on the glowing button, waiting for Apple to let me in. After a moment, the door opens a crack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, it\u2019s you,\u201d Apple says with a relieved sigh, letting me in. He\u2019s wrapped a towel around his head, half covering his face. As soon as the door closes, he pulls the towel off and tosses it on the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou don\u2019t look half as bad as you think you do,\u201d I say, shaking my head. \u201cDon\u2019t be so vain.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple\u2019s single blue eye glares at me\u2014the green one was lost to Turk\u2019s violence and the wreckage hides beneath a silver eye patch that he never takes off, even to sleep. Despite the doctor\u2019s nimble fingers and fine stitch work, the right side of his mouth is permanently twisted up, puckering in the corner where it meets the shiny pink scar zigzagging up his cheek.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I could mourn the loss of Apple\u2019s prettiness, but there\u2019s something weirdly appealing about his new battle-hardened face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not vain. I\u2019m ugly,\u201d he says, staring down at the packages I dumped on the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIf you were so ugly, would I do this?\u201d I cup the back of his head and plant a kiss on his soft lips while giving his backside a good firm squeeze. I frown, measuring his ass cheek with my hand. He was still losing weight. \u201cApple, you have to <em>eat<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the point?\u201d he says, heaving another sigh, but I can see the way he\u2019s eyeing the package of cookies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGo on. I got them for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He grins, pecks another kiss on my lips, and sits down to tear into the cookies. I touch my mouth, shaking my head. Funny how kissing is so\u2026 <em>normal<\/em> now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere\u2019d you get the credits?\u201d Apple asks, his mouth full. He brushes a few crumbs from his bare chest and goes in for another cookie. \u201cYou worked?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d I sit down on the corner of the bed and take a cookie for myself. It\u2019s not very good\u2014it tastes old and slightly rancid, but that\u2019s all I can afford.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd it didn\u2019t go well.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh.\u201d He stops stuffing his face to take my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yesterday, when I was starting to mentally prepare myself to go back out on the streets, he shared a few stories about being brutalized by clients at the brothel\u2014an attempt to commiserate over our unfortunate experiences. All it did was make me feel weak. If he\u2019s able to function with all the shit he\u2019s been through, why am unable to? It was <em>one<\/em> time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI panicked,\u201d I say, looking down at his hand holding mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s ok,\u201d he says gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not ok,\u201d I growl, taking my hand back and standing. \u201cWe\u2019re going to starve to death because I can\u2019t get my head out of my ass.\u201d I pick up the other packages of food, all of them cheap and recently expired, and stack them on the storage unit near the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI can\u2014\u201d Apple starts, but I shoot him a warning look. He lets his shoulders fall and stares up at the ceiling. \u201cI don\u2019t know <em>why<\/em> you don\u2019t want me whoring no more. I been doing it so long I can\u2019t remember <em>not<\/em> doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause I don\u2019t want you to.\u201d I run both hands over my shorn grey hair, closing my eyes with a sigh. \u201cI\u2019m going to try again tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI just\u2026 don\u2019t understand why it\u2019s happening. It\u2019s not like they hurt me that much\u2026\u201d I feel Apple\u2019s arms come around me from behind and I hang my head, forcing myself to think about Turk\u2019s men. I feel sweat prickling my armpits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201c<em>It\u2019s ok<\/em>.\u201d Apple rests his chin on my shoulder. \u201cTell me what happened today?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I think about the sheer ball-squeezing, gut churning panic. \u201cI just couldn\u2019t go through with it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFucking or getting fucked?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGetting.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat about fucking? You ok with that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I honestly don\u2019t know so I shrug.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you want to give it a try?\u201d Apple\u2019s hand slides down my chest and he slips it into my pants, cupping my soft cock and balls. I shrug again, but I know I\u2019m not going to be limp for long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cC\u2019mon.\u201d Apple leads me back to the bed and has my lie down on my back while he undoes my zipper. \u201cUp.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I obediently lift my hips so he can strip my bottom half bare and then he straddles me. I\u2019m getting flashbacks to the last time we made lo\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I close my eyes and shake my head. The last time we <em>fucked<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It takes a few minutes before Apple can get me hard enough to penetrate him, but when he settles down on my dick, he tilts his head back with a moan, feeling me swell and get harder inside him. \u201cOh that\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMm,\u201d I grunt in reply, holding onto his skinny hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFeel good?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo ill-effects?\u201d He starts to slide up and down my cock slowly like a human piston and my dick gives a happy twitch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This time I smirk and shake my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWant me to go faster?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes, please,\u201d I reply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLike this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The door clicks and Apple\u2019s head whips around, his body freezing in place with my dick buried deep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry I, uh, didn\u2019t realize you were\u2026\u201d Pytre stammers. \u201cI\u2019ll go.\u201d He\u2019s been cleaning rooms for Drenner to pay for our room, sometimes ten hours a day. I figure he\u2019s probably exhausted and wants to lie down, so I start to lift Apple off me, but he puts a hand on my chest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI think you should stay,\u201d Apple says to the ex-Rimer. \u201cAnd join in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d I think Pytre and I blurt it out at the same time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple\u2019s laugh jiggles my dick and he turns back to look down at me, his blue eye twinkling with mischief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWatching you two dance around each other is frankly exhausting,\u201d he says, jouncing up and down a few times, injecting a little life back into my flagging boner. \u201cYou both want it but can\u2019t figure out how to actually get around to <em>doing<\/em> it.\u201d Apple grins, wiggling his hips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cApple, I don\u2019t think\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know what happened at Turk\u2019s is what is fucking you up\u2026 but you\u2019ve been acting <em>extra<\/em> weird since you found out Pytre\u2019s a eunuch,\u201d he says then glances over his shoulder to where I\u2019m guessing Pytre is still standing. \u201cAnd <em>you\u2019re<\/em> confused because you thought he wanted you but suddenly he\u2019s backed off and been treating you with kitten gloves and you have <em>no<\/em> fucking idea how to tell him you want <em>him<\/em>. I\u2019m just saying you could fix that now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don\u2019t think it\u2019s possible for me to feel any more mortified than I\u2019m feeling right at this moment and I just want to sink into the bed. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever be able to look Pytre in the eye again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cKid gloves,\u201d I mutter, rubbing my face. \u201cPytre\u2026 I don\u2019t know what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My eyes pop open and my lungs stall and I\u2019m not sure if I imagined Pytre\u2019s answer but his next words remove all doubt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes\u2026 I\u2019d like to join in.\u201d He comes into my line of vision and I see his cheeks and ears are bright pink. His hazel eyes lock with mine. \u201cBut I don\u2019t know how.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple tosses his head back, the scar on his cheek becoming a deep crevice as his smile goes wide. \u201cThank fucking holy Rime,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t think Rime would approve,\u201d Pytre says. For a second I think he\u2019s being serious, but then a slow grin creeps across his face and I laugh.<\/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>The second his dick pushes into me, I realize this is a serious fucking mistake. Panic hits me like a punch in the gut and I scrabble forwards on my hands and knees, desperate to escape. My vision\u2019s blurry and not just from the sweat pouring into my eyes\u2014I feel like I\u2019m having a stroke. My client, probably wondering what the fuck is going on, doesn\u2019t move for a few seconds. The guy then comes over and puts his arms around me, patting my back gently as he goes tut tut in my ear. I lean right into his embrace &#8230; <\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more-container\"><a title=\"The Wanderer &#8211; Part Thirteen\" class=\"read-more button\" href=\"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-thirteen\/#more-3720\" aria-label=\"Read more about The Wanderer &#8211; Part Thirteen\">Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3722,"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":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[72],"tags":[296,645,813],"class_list":["post-3720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-beys-tales-writing-2","tag-gay","tag-post-apocalypse","tag-sci-fi-2"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/W13.png?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4sexs-Y0","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3092,"url":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-four\/","url_meta":{"origin":3720,"position":0},"title":"The Wanderer \u2013 Part Four","author":"Bey","date":"November 16, 2018","format":false,"excerpt":"It takes me a few minutes to free the pipe from the side of the Argonaus tanker and when I pull it out, it\u2019s a hell of a lot heavier than I thought it would be. 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