{"id":3985,"date":"2020-10-21T13:05:49","date_gmt":"2020-10-21T17:05:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/?p=3985"},"modified":"2022-07-23T10:50:23","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T14:50:23","slug":"the-wanderer-part-fifteen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beydeckard.com\/blog\/the-wanderer-part-fifteen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wanderer \u2013 Part Fifteen"},"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 is-style-wide\"\/>\n\n\n\n<p>A few weeks later, Apple and I are at the bar down the street, sitting up against the stage, watching the performance. I\u2019ve got a cold can of beer in front of me, and Apple is sipping at a candy-coloured drink, the straw twisted down to reach his lips as he rests his head on his arms, his single sleepy eye on the stage. It\u2019s become a habit for him to join me for a drink after my shift ends, no matter how late it is. I got lucky, picking up some work as a bouncer. It\u2019s easy work and the pay\u2019s all right and I get to drink for free\u2014I call that a win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sigh and wearily lean back in my chair, squinting up at the performers. Centre stage is a man restrained in a low chair, his legs spread wide to show off the large plug in his ass. A matching pair of flat-chested purple-haired girls in nothing but towering heels and tattoos are taking turns sucking up some blue liquid into novelty sized plastic syringes and injecting it into the man\u2019s bladder via his pisshole. They\u2019ve already emptied the syringe three times. When the the fourth goes into the moaning, twitching man, his belly is already so distended he looks like he\u2019s going to burst.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My own bladder twinges in sympathy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The twins fill and empty the syringe a few more times before one of them slips a thick metal rod into the guy\u2019s dick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSomeone\u2019s going to lose an eye if that thing comes flying out,\u201d I say, then frown and glance quickly over at my companion. \u201cUh\u2026 Sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple\u2019s brow is deeply furrowed, but it doesn\u2019t look like he heard me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMm\u2026 I think I\u2019m gonna to head back to the room,\u201d he says, yawning. \u201cYou coming?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll be there in a minute.\u201d I help him to his feet and peck a kiss on his forehead. I haven\u2019t been paid yet for tonight and we need that to eat tomorrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019m on my way out a few minutes later when something stops me in my tracks. Nearly shrouded in shadows, a man has a woman up against the wall and from the way she\u2019s fighting him, I figure she isn\u2019t a willing participant. I rub my jaw, scowling. I\u2019m not on the clock, but I can\u2019t very well just leave the poor woman to defend herself, now can I?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Squaring my shoulders, I approach the pair and clear my throat. The woman\u2019s eyes are wide and frightened above the hand covering her mouth, her nostrils flaring in time with her rapid breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMind yer damn business,\u201d growls the man. He\u2019s got his dick out, a stubby little thing in his callused fist, but it looks like he hasn\u2019t had time to stick it in her yet. The woman, taking advantage of his distraction, jerks to the side hard, freeing her face from the man\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHelp me!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Well, that settles it. I grab the man by the back of the neck and smash his head against the rockrete wall. He struggles in my grasp, nearly slipping free, so I crack his head on the wall a few more times for good measure. The man slides to the floor in a heap, unconscious\u2026 maybe dead? I nudge him with my boot\u2014no, not dead. His breath sounds slushy through the wreckage, but it\u2019s there. I lift my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAre you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m fine. Thanks to you.\u201d The woman gives me a relieved smile and <em>my god<\/em>\u2014she is absolutely stunning. Thick, dark hair frames her fine boned face. She has a small mouth, but her lips are plump, the top one slightly fuller than its mate. Her nose is wide and set close to her face, the tip perfectly round, and above that are eyes that are so large and luminous, the pupils as black as space, that I start to feel dazed the longer I stare into them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI uh\u2026\u201d I say, glancing down to free myself from those dazzling eyes, and end up more flummoxed than before. Her blue wraparound dress had come undone in her struggles and it\u2019s now hanging open, displaying a body that just takes the breath from me. The unblemished, creamy skin, long shapely legs, and soft mound of belly are enough to make my pulse race, but below her dark pubic hair shaved into the shape of a heart, she has the most beautiful, perfect little pink penis I\u2019ve ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I stare, unable to shift my gaze for an embarrassingly long time. Finally, I reach out, wanting nothing more than to gently cradle her diminutive cock in my palm, but I just pull her dress closed. Spell now broken, I finally raised my head, my eyes lingering for a moment on the full breasts that round out the thin silky cloth, her nipples clearly outlined, then find myself awestruck once again by her beautiful eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2026 yeah, glad to help,\u201d I mumble.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She licks her lips to moisten them. <em>Fucking hell<\/em>. My dick is trying to burst out the front of my pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt was stupid of me to come unarmed,\u201d she says in a voice like velvet. \u201cI don\u2019t know what I was thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d I shrug, scratching the back of my neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI was supposed to meet my brother here but I\u2014 Oh, there he is,\u201d she says, smiling at someone over my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d The man looks familiar, but I can\u2019t put my finger on why. He puts his arm around the woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThis man came to my rescue,\u201d she says, her smile slipping a little as her brother\u2019s hand slides down from her waist to grasp one plump butt cheek. \u201cSome asshole had me backed in a corner.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFucking hell. Ekoria, are you ok?\u201d I look away as he pulls her in to kiss those full lips. \u201cAre you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She glances at me, her smile tense with obvious embarrassment over her brother\u2019s displays of affection. \u201cI\u2019m fine, Darjun. Really.\u201d She lets out a small laugh, pushing him away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh hey, I <em>know<\/em> you!\u201d the man says with a grin when he turns to me and in that instant I recognize him too. The guy with the kind eyes I sucked off after my panic attack. \u201cThank you, my friend. What can I do to repay you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s nothing.\u201d I wave him off, wanting to get back to Apple and Pytre, but then he says, \u201cEkoria gives killer head, if you\u2019re interested. Honey, want to\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s fine. Really.\u201d I smile and take a step back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThough, it\u2019s tough to say who\u2019s the better cocksucker between the two of you,\u201d he says matter-of-factly, his forehead wrinkled. He wraps his arms around Ekoria and she\u2019s smiling like she\u2019s won a million credits but there\u2019s something bleak in her eyes that I don\u2019t like. \u201cSay\u2026 are you looking for work?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I think he\u2019s still talking about blowjobs, so I start to shake my head, but he lifts a hand. \u201cI mean\u2014I could use some muscle aboard my ship.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Ship<\/em>? Maybe we\u2019d finally off this moon after all. A bloom of hope opens in my chest but withers a second later. <em>We<\/em>. \u201cThanks but\u2026 I have, uh, companions I can\u2019t leave behind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s fine. We\u2019ve got plenty of room, don\u2019t we, honey?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes. Plenty of room,\u201d she echoes, staring up at me as his hand slips into the neck of her dress. The material shifts and her nipple, pinched between his fingers, peeks out at me. It\u2019s the same exact shade of pink as her lips and her cock. If my pants weren\u2019t so tight, I\u2019d have a hell of a tent in my shorts\u2014as it is, it\u2019s starting to get uncomfortable. I shift in place and tear my eyes away from her half-exposed breast. \u201cThat\u2019s\u2026 a very kind offer,\u201d I manage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With a tight grin, Ekoria ducks out of Darjun\u2019s grasp, saying she\u2019s going to get something to drink and both of us watch her walk away, her backside like a perfect peach.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo, what do you say?\u201d He grins me. \u201cHow about a trial run? We\u2019re leaving for Calleron-2 tomorrow, and we\u2019ll be in the black for at least a week. If you decide space isn\u2019t for you, you can get out at Calleron\u2026 or the next port, if you like.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>On the one hand, I\u2019m not sure how I feel about how\u2026 <em>hands-on<\/em> he is with Ekoria. She doesn\u2019t seem too thrilled by it either. On the other hand, this would be our ticket out of here. And he honestly <em>seems<\/em> like a nice guy\u2014I think about how held me so gently as I bawled in his arms. Still\u2026 there\u2019s something just <em>off<\/em> about all this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s not up to me,\u201d I say, finding a way out of answering him. I\u2019d have to discuss it with Apple and Pytre before any decision was made anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Darjun\u2019s sighs and reaches out, squeezing my shoulder in a friendly way. \u201cBuddy, that\u2019s all right. The offer\u2019s good until noon tomorrow if you decide you want to join our little crew. The transport is in E dock\u2026 it\u2019s bright blue, you can\u2019t miss it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I nod and return his smile. \u201cAll right.\u201d Ekoria was on her way back, a drink in each hand. \u201cShe really your sister?\u201d I ask.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah,\u201d Darjun replies, turning to me, his brows high. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wait a beat, thinking he\u2019s joking, but when he just continues to stare, his expression guileless, I shrug awkwardly. \u201cNever mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>+++<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I open the door to the room, and I\u2019m greeted by an unusual sight. Pytre and Apple are on Apple\u2019s bed and Pytre is nearly elbow deep inside Apple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI thought you were tired,\u201d I say with a chuckle. Apple\u2019s dick is hard but he\u2019s not jerking himself off. His hands are under his ass cheeks, holding them open for Pytre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Instead of an answer, Apple just says, \u201cGimme your dick.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I kick off my boots, head cocked as I approach the bed. My erection hadn\u2019t quite died on the walk home so when I pull it out of my shorts, it\u2019s already raring to go. \u201cI\u2019m not sure how it\u2019s going to fit,\u201d I say, stroking myself. Pytre\u2019s gaze shifts to me, and I see that he\u2019s toying with the scar at his crotch with his free hand. I touch his cheek and he turns his head to kiss my palm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI meant in my mouth, stupid,\u201d Apple says, his voice strained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOk.\u201d I laugh and circle round the bed to pop my cock into his open mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His tongue swirls around the head of it, wetting it so it\u2019ll slide easier into his throat, and I follow his cue, pushing it balls deep a few times before pulling back. I\u2019m not going to last more than a couple of minutes, not with the way Apple\u2019s belly is bulging and moving from Pytre rummaging around in his guts, and it looks like Apple\u2019s nearly there too, judging by the way his dick keeps lifting its head off his belly, a long string of drool oozing from the slit. Apple\u2019s tongue cradles my balls as I probe his tonsils again and I sigh in pleasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple lets out a strangled cry, and I think for a moment that I\u2019m cutting off his air for too long, but as I go to pull back he quickly grabs the back of my thighs and holds me in, his throat muscles closing in on my cock as he sends a streak of white flying over his belly. I grunt and blow my own load, shooting it directly down his throat as he convulses against me, Pytre\u2019s fist going like a piston inside him. Pytre moans, reaching his own climax and I gasp, pulling my cock free, my dick tender and balls aching, and fall hard on my ass off the side of the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Apple lets out a contented groan, his eye closed and expression blissful for a moment, then he frowns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOof\u2026 go <em>slowly<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I sit up and watch Pytre withdraw his arm, Apple\u2019s sphincter stretching taut and shiny pink over the bulge of Pytre\u2019s thumb joint, then Pytre\u2019s hand slips free and Apple\u2019s innards bulge out, red and shiny like a wax rose, before shrinking back into his body, his loose hole winking slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201c<em>Now<\/em>, I can sleep,\u201d Apple says and yawns wide before turning on his side and snuggling into the pillow, unbothered by the wet mess he\u2019s made.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot yet,\u201d I reply, sitting on the bed. \u201cI have some news.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHm?\u201d Apple cracks his eye open. Pytre stops dabbing at the little puddle of cum on the blanket and looks at me, his forehead wrinkled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cGood or bad?\u201d asks Pytre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s the thing,\u201d I answer with a shrug. \u201cI\u2019m not sure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<hr class=\"wp-block-separator has-css-opacity is-style-wide\"\/>\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>A few weeks later, Apple and I are at the bar down the street, sitting up against the stage, watching the performance. I\u2019ve got a cold can of beer in front of me, and Apple is sipping at a candy-coloured drink, the straw twisted down to reach his lips as he rests his head on his arms, his single sleepy eye on the stage. It\u2019s become a habit for him to join me for a drink after my shift ends, no matter how late it is. I got lucky, picking up some work as a bouncer. 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