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Breeding Season: The Making of a Kingpin	By : Cokemonster Category: +A through F > Breeding Season Views: 7431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(“So he says, ‘Charging 20 is too much for a round with the Holstaurus’. So I says, ‘Go buy a human girl then. We ain’t a charity. We ain’t the guild!’ The nerve of some of these people.”)
The western bordering forests were just as dense from one foot outside the city’s outskirts as they were hundreds of miles into the continent’s center. The thicket of hickory stood just as tall as the shortest tenements at roughly three stories. They offered a blanket of shade to the low growing shrubbery on the forest floor. This starved the smaller flora from the warming morning arousal, but it’d also save them from the starch heat of noon. Joey was thankful for the cover from light. He had the irrational suspicion that if he didn’t stay within the shadows he would be whisked away by the Goddess’ angels for his recent sinning.
Plenty travelled in and out of the city on the main roads. Fewer, usually the seedier types, used various back roads and trails that could circumvent inquisitor patrols and “random” caravan checks. At least… that’s what Joey always heard. He’d seen the entrances to some of the more blatant ones, but that’s where his knowledge of secret paths stopped abruptly.
Joey constantly checked behind him, not paranoid enough to imagine anyone would be so interested enough to tail him, but to match up how faraway the pipe stalks with what he saw yesterday. It seemed he was on the right path. He didn’t know for sure. All he could do was scan for familiar sights and any shifting bushes. They almost always were caused by songbirds and tiny critters. He kept his hand on the handle of his father’s switch-dagger anyways.
What am I doing out here? Honestly. I’m missing work. Mr. Loyd’s gonna be up my ass, and I won’t be able to say “Oh, I was just taking a walk outside of town, ya know? Looking for a monster trafficking hideout isn’t as easy as you’d think, sir.” Seriously … even if it’s easy to find town from there, it’s definitely harder the other way around.
He walked another ten minutes before realizing he made a wrong turn somewhere, and back tracked. In doing so, he found the correct path using this different perspective and entered. The deeper he went into secret paths of secret pathways, the darker the forest seemed to become. It must’ve been his imaginings, or his nerves. The narrowing path he came to was the exact same as before, he was sure of it, and yet a constraining sense overwhelmed the previous quaint atmosphere of the lush forest. The naked branches stood out more in his eye. The dirt path snaked and zigzagged constantly out of view. The bird songs echoing through the trees turned to squawks of ill-wanted crows.
It was just his noyves, as his mum would say. The forest was the same as when he strolled through it with Raimey yesterday, and the same as when they trekked across it as kids. It was fine.
This line of thinking let Joey continue, and after only another minute of hiking up the faintly ascending trail, the very top of the warehouses poked out from the brush. He froze, heart thumping with the startling realization that he was there. He’d found it. Joey blazed ahead after a breath or two and cleared the rest of the distance. He stopped in front of the fence, which was slightly ajar and still missing its lock.
The rundown, decrepit scene after the meeting with the Boss was gone. Replacing it was a bustling compound. Pairs of hard-hatted workers trudged about with planks of lumber and tool bags. Some of these walked in and out of the four buildings lugging heavy pails by the fours and fives. They were all dressed in white and green, save for those with full green camo. Those weren’t completing any menial task, just standing about or patrolling on Joey’s side of the fence. Once one of these camo-men noticed him, and drew long iron.
“Who goes there?” The armed man started directly towards him.
“AH!” Joey threw his arms up. “Joey! The new guy?”
Many of the workers and armed guards looked over at the commotion. The bald man kept charging forward until he was dangerously close of gutting him. Joey remained still as the man looked him up and down with a set of crazy eyes. He didn’t say anything, just nodded his shiny head after a couple passes. He didn’t sheathe his sword as he ushered Joey inside.
Shouts were made, and all of the workers went about their business. Joey still got stares, though. He didn’t really mind. They were all perverted or greedy low lives. He was too, but that wasn’t official nor was important when judging others.
The inside held the same story but on a broader scope. In the same warehouse he’d been first brought to, dozens of men and women were now hammering at nails, aligning wood, and bringing in furniture. A sect of about a half dozen of these construction laborers was paneling a gaping hole in the roof. Light fixtures with crude wiring hung yards down to about eight feet from the cobble floor. They were off, most of the interior being lighted naturally through windows and open gates on either end. The stacks of crates Joey had only gotten a brief glimpse of were now fully discernable. They were arranged purposefully with separations between the rectangular towers, the logo on each box reading “Red Wine Refineries”.
Wait… I’ve heard of them. Second biggest exporter of Lumberry wine. They can’t possibly be affiliated with this debauchery. Must be stolen. Stealing crates is probably child’s play to these guys.
Joey spotted a familiar glare, and froze on contact with it. The Tower man named Benny was standing with the Boss outside a small windowed room built into the side of the warehouse’s interior. It appeared to be an office very similar to what Joey saw when he was with Oak&Axe. In fact, much of what he saw brought on disturbing familiarity. The way the Boss spoke to what appeared to be a supervisor was about the only thing off about it all. The worker had a clipboard and was jotting what the short monster said. The way he did this without an ounce of fear was jarring. The normalcy of having a monster be their Boss seemed to be an accepted fact amongst this crew, and Joey wondered how long it’d be until he would think the same.
When the worker left in a haste shouting new orders, the harpy was alerted by its brutish companion. It turned toward his chin nudging, her scowling face lighting up at the sight of Joey. It brought a wing high in greeting. “Joey! Ya made it!”
He brought up a half-baked returning wave. Joey was bolstered forward by the bald guard. He glanced back to protest, but the man was already on his way out. When he turned back, the harpy had already closed the distance, leaving Benny to slowly catch up.
“Pfft…” Joey said, thumbing backward. “What’s up with that guy?”
The harpy bent to his right to see passed. She took one quick look and waved it off. Joey was startled by the faint gust created by the common movement. “That’s just Zealot. Don’t mind him. Security is number 1 priority around here, and he takes it very seriously.” It smiled, also taking the time to size him up. “Only twenty minutes late. I like that.”
Joey’s forehead scrunched at this. “Oh… uh… sorry about that?”
“N’aaaah it’s fine.” The harpy flipped around on one talon and began walking. Joey took it as his que to follow. He was in pace with Benny, then decided to fasten enough to come to the harpy’s side. It continued without missing a beat. “It’s your first day, Joey. I can’t expect everyone to be perfect. At least startin’ out… that’ll come with time. I should know that best of all.”
They quickly came to the entrance of the office, which they did not enter. All of its walls had a strip of connected window in their midsection complete with blinders. There were books, shelves for books, tables of books, a couple of seats holding books, and papers littering the carpet. It was like if a manager at one of the various lumber mills had been laid off and had taken it out on his office. Mill managers never had this many books, however. Joey couldn’t think of when he’d ever seen this many outside of Pineshaft Library.
“This is where I’ll mostly be during work hours. Anything needs my attention, get my attention. Got it? I’ll usually hear the screaming, but I can get lost in thought sometimes.”
“Ok…” Joey said absently. “Wait what?”
He recognized what it’d said too late, fore the harpy was already on the move again. He hastily caught up. They emerged outside of a side gate into a gap between warehouses. Joey caught up, stating his question clearly so not to be unheard.
“You said something about screaming?”
“Hmm?” The harpy briefly glanced his way. It scratched its scalp a bit, tiny face twisting before popping with remembrance. “Oh! Yes. Accidents happen. Ya know? This business has its risks just like any other industry. The physical kind is the least of your worries, trust me. You’ll get a full safety run down during training. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah, could I get that ASAP?”
It laughed. “I could’ve sworn you were made of tougher stuff, what with that scar and all.”
Joey went silent as he lightly checked his cheek. It hadn’t healed completely, and seemed would leave three thick streaks of rough skin as reminder of his first anal escapade. He still thought it could be temporary, but that was starting to wane. It was a sobering thought that if the claws had dug any deeper he might have lost a chunk of his face, maybe worse.
They entered a new warehouse. This one was cluttered in a different fashion. Two quarters of space were dedicated to alleys of shelves holding tools, weapons, ropes, shackles, among a myriad of other supplies. The third quarter held a couple of generators which strangely had no exhaust pipes, and the last was curtained off by a thick blue tarp that was crudely cut to meet the floor. He couldn’t make out anything beyond it, save for the vague sounds of clinking metal and grunting.
“Damn… where is that ginger-headed louse…?” The harpy muttered whilst scanning the deserted housing unit. “Eh. We can at least introduce you to Weiss. She’s head of our Research department. Hopefully she isn’t too busy.”
Joey shrugged acceptance, not that he thought it mattered. It seemed what the harpy wanted to do was what happened around these parts. As they came closer and stopped at the tarped off area, the sounds of abnormal grunting became clearer. He couldn’t tell if they were human or not. This begot his curiosity to spike. He managed to bring his head under control around these strangers, and acted indifferent to it.
“She isn’t… busy, in there. Is she?” Joey punctuated this with a stilted laugh.
Both the man and harpy stared blankly for a second. Then, the little one replied: “Yeah probably.” And bent to flip up the tarp with a wing. Joey grabbed it as well and ducked in.
Hopefully this one isn’t some kind of monster like the other two I’ve met. I could do for some regular, well-adjusted human girl right now.
And that’s exactly what he got. Partially, anyway. The young woman dressed in white and red plaid was holding an engorged dickwolf’s cock between her naked fingers. She was thin, and just as tall as him. Joey could barely make out her pupils they were so shrunken with fright. Her small face was specked with light freckles and strands of dull red hair falling onto it. Her mouthed quivered and squirmed, clearly trying to find something to say and failing dozens of times before she came up with:
“This is… purely work related.”
The harpy twirled a wing. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“Ah—well—yes. I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea…” Her eyes fell to Joey, darting away quickly thereafter. Her wax complexion sprung with color.
She let go of the dickwolf strapped to the high chair that was somehow upholding the massive beast. The monster whimpered, his red stiffy twitching in the open air. The young woman ignored the pleading as she wiped her ungloved hand on her jeans and offered her other to shake. Joey hesitantly took it. He was thankful to feel it was dry and welcomingly soft.
“Wiess Baumhauer. Head of the Research department. Which really just consists of this little lab and three other coworkers.”
Joey glanced around, actively avoiding looking at the blueballed monster a half-meter away. The interior was just like any medical room in the family owned clinics around town. This one was definitely cleaner than most Joey had visited. Color coated Bottles were neatly stacked to the brim on a repurposed bookshelf. Adjacent to this was a waist high table holding a variety of equipment that was just alien enough that Joey couldn’t tell what each was used for. He did identify the white liquid in some of the beakers and dishes, and could only guess at what other substances were being stored in the bottles.
“You can call me Joey. Pleasure meetin’ you.” He retracted his hand, mentally noting never to touch his face around these parts.
“Oh, I know.” She said. “I was there when you were brought in to see the Boss. You look like you’ll make a great addition to the team. N—no offense! It’s just… you know.” She meekly glossed over her cheek with her clean hand. She seemed to immediately think it pour taste, and clasped her hands together.
Joey took a second to realize what she meant, and then dismissed the notion. “None taken. Apologies for not recalling you. It was kind of hard to see.” He turned to the harpy. “But speaking of my ugly mug, where did you guys put my—that catgirl?”
“Hmm? Oh right.” It itched its chin with the feathered tip of one appendage. “She’s in the holding pens with the rest of our stock. I guess you’re too busy to show him around, Weiss?”
Weiss nodded solemnly, gesturing vaguely to the dickwolf and the table. “Yeaaaaaah. I kind of need to get this done. He was just about to— I mean the samples were almost ready so I can’t… Umm… I’m sorry Boss.”
“Don’t sweat it.” The harpy said. It flipped around in that showy way. Benny already had the tarp up and was waiting for it to exit. “Just get those jizz samples analyzed and the report on my desk before day’s end.”
“Yes, Boss.” She said quickly, all but snapping to a full salutation. She seemed to be waiting for them to leave before she got back to work.
Joey obliged, not really wanting to see the rest of that. He didn’t envy that job(whatever it was), but had an idea she could be enjoying it. Why else would there be a full tarp hiding what happened in there? She could do whatever she wanted with that monster, and no one would—
“Wait.” Joey said. “Jizz samples? What could you possibly learn from a monster’s cum?”
The harpy let out a scoff drenched in snark. “Just about everything! Analyzing monster ‘product’, as we like to call it, is the only way to accurately tell the worth of the stock. The texture, viscosity, density, smell, taste. Weiss there runs all the tests to accurately estimate attributes or any particular traits of the monsters. Make sure you’re getting all of this. If you’re going to be in the trade, you gotta learn everything about monsters.”
“Yeah…” Joey said. “Just trying to wrap my head around all of this… you said she actually tastes that stuff to—“
“Benny here will have to show you the pens.”
“Hmm?” Joey forgot all about implied cum tasting at the behemoth’s name. He looked from the tiny harpy to the huge man. He still had that perpetual glare that was hard to meet and not expect to be murdered soon after.
The harpy seemed to notice his hesitancy. “I have work to do, but I’m sure someone can teach you more about monsters over there. You’ll be fine.”
Joey scratched the back of his neck, keeping with the nonchalant act. “Oh, I don’t doubt it.”
Benny finally broke from his intense focus on little Joey, and went to the littler harpy. “You sure?”
It was already strolling back to the previous warehouse. “Yes, Benny. I’ll be in my office.”
“Ok.”
Joey picked up on some unexpected sadness leak from that stern, deep voice. He didn’t really know what to make of it as they continued on. He definitely did not dare ask any blatantly probing questions.
“So…” He said as they walked. “How long have you been in this… business?”
“Long time.” Was Benny’s only reply. Joey took it at face value, not sure how long that actually was.
“You don’t talk much, huh?”
This wasn’t even met with an acknowledgement. Joey’s fears did not subside, and he did not push for an answer. Instead, he began to wonder how much doe this one got to follow around a monster on a daily basis. He could make for one helleva inquisitor. Joey’d seen plenty of meat heads like him on those street corners. Not the type to be picking on little kids about actin’ civil, but the ones who had no qualms at breaking an arm or two of those “suspected criminals”.
Another pair of side doors later, they silently entered the warehouse furthest to the left from the entrance. There were wooden walls to each side as he entered; creating a narrow hall that Benny had side step through. The first thing Joey saw after emerging into openness was the massive cage nearby. It was in the very center, its floor covered in hay which littered the walking space near it. On both walls were windowless structures resembling gargantuan barn stables without that gap between the ground and gate. They were tall enough to hold the monsters within, he had little doubt, as they nearly connected with the high roof. He hoped they had rooves of their own.
More workers were milling about here. These were without any uniforms save for all having some sort of jeans or overalls with light tops. Three were loitering next to the pen with a plaque of two bones atop its secure door. A pair was entering the pen with a three-toed paw print above it, while one stayed behind to lock the door. Another pair was exiting the one with a simple bell plaque carrying two pails each. A third worker closed and locked the door behind them, then the trio passed Joey without much of a glance. He saw their grey pails were filled to near spillage with a creamy substance like that of unpasteurized milk. He couldn’t imagine there ever being enough cum in one place to fill four buckets worth, and hoped there were only cows in that pen. He doubted it as soon as he thought it.
“There.”
Benny pointed outside. Several workers were lugging with them a dickwolf in broad day light. A collage of ropes was taut with tension as the monster resisted being pulled by the group of men and women. One man was behind them, shouting something Joey couldn’t hear.
“What are they doing?” He asked.
Benny was silent. He just moved toward them without any worry or urgency. Joey stuck close by him, not wanting to be the first to be mauled if the monster became free of its wranglers.
As the team pulled the monster inside the warehouse, Joey could hear the man’s shouting.
“You three! Get off your ass! Make way! Make way!”
The three nearest the pen immediately scrambled away and became spectators to the struggle. Benny and Joey stopped to watch as well, just close enough for Joey to fear for his safety.
The dickwolf growled and snarled as he lost ground. Even though it was twice the size of a human, it was still being overpowered somehow. This was puzzling for Joey. He knew the stories of monsters and The First Crusade. He knew that if it really wanted to, it could snap all of those ropes and take one them as dinner before escaping. But it didn’t, despite its reluctance to be caged.
“A little more guys! Just a little more. Keep your minds clear.” The man said as he unlocked and opened the pen door. Joey saw a small inner cage within, and a glimmer of yellow hay and fur beyond it. “Think happy thoughts, and it won’t eat you. C’mon guys! Little more.”
The team of straining rope pullers went as far as they could until they hit the pen’s walls. Some went to pushing the monster’s back, something that seemed like a suicidal idea. It eventually worked, however, as the dickwolf finally calmed and entered. The man quickly slammed the pen door and secured it. He then pulled a nearby lever, activating some metal chains to shift. What that accomplished, Joey could only guess. He had a clue it had something to do with the inner cage, as the shouting worker opened a little slit and checked inside.
“We’re good.” He said.
The team of workers whimpered out a cheer amidst their exhaustion. Some clapped rope burned hands with each other, only some having gloves. The three that had spectated joined them. They offered apologies as well as a helping hand with some of the more tired ones.
“All right, take five. We still need to go in there and harvest them. Someone’ll have to take those ropes off of Bastard there.”
They groaned, and lumbered off.
Benny pointed his chin, wordlessly telling Joey to get a move on. He did so, following him until the smaller man noticed the two coming.
He was wiping his forehead as if he’d been one of those pulling the ropes. He too was bequeathed dull red hair that was cut much shorter than Weiss. Still, the resemblance was uncanny. Freckles spotted his face in the same fashion, and he had a similar (if a bit tanner) complexion. Joey wasn’t as relieved to see this one, as there was something there on the man’s face as he noticed the two walking up to him. Joey thought it to be contempt, or dread, but waited to call it either until he had a chance to know the guy.
“New guy. Train him.” Benny said. “Boss’ orders.”
There was a bit of a pfft the man gave. He looked off to where the others had gone to, obviously wanting to follow rather than be speaking to them. “I was hoping the girl Blaire nabbed to be the one to stick to her word. She looked tougher than this one.”
Oh yeah. This guy’s a dick.
Joey opened his arms, gesturing inwardly. “I’m what you guys got stuck with.” He said without any of the malice he instantly had toward this compatriot. “And about her, she got caught up with—“
“Save it.” The lanky man shoved his hands in the pockets of his overalls. “Is she a talker?”
“Uhhh…” Joey faltered in his act. He caught on to the lingo soon enough. “No. No, she won’t snitch or anything.”
“Then that’s that.” The man said.
There was a bit of a pause. Joey didn’t know whether to speak first or wait for the man who hadn’t introduced himself yet to do so. Benny remained between the two, silently glaring toward the man. Joey was thankful to see it was not just he who was intimidated by it, as the skinny employee eventually gave.
“OK, Benny. I got it.”
“Good.”
Benny left the way they’d come at near jogging pace. Joey was watched him go, surprised something that big could move that fast. When he disappeared between the pens, Joey was able to bring a convincing little chuckle out.
“Big guy’s real attached to that harpy, huh?”
The man he was now left alone with lowered his head. “You did not just fucking say…” He let out a hefty sigh. “I was ready to break for breakfast, too…”
Joey crossed his arms. “Is something wrong? I really know fuck all of what I’m supposed to do here. If you could just show me what is it I’m supposed be doing, I’ll gladly do it. So what’s your problem?”
“You wanna know what’s my deal?” The man suddenly flicked his head up, his hair bouncing slightly. “I get fuckboys like you every so often. Acting tough, cool. Like they aren’t wanting to stick their dicks in the monsters first chance they get. Who cannot just wait to fulfill those naughty fantasies of gettin’ it with Chaos spawn. I honestly don’t know why those garbage recruiters bring in people like you. But they do. And because Boss, don’t fucking call her a harpy, is so desperate for labor fuckboys like you get in and don’t follow rules and ‘Oops! This catgirl just somehow got between my legs. I’m sorry, sir! Honest!’. Bullshit. I send those packing. And you don’t want to get sent home, fuckboy. You really don’t. Because this is your dream job, isn’t it? Fucking monsters?”
Joey gulped, suddenly feeling very transparent. “It… wasn’t until recently. No. But I want to make this my job. I’ll follow whatever rules. No fucking monsters? Fine. Do what you say? Fine. I can do that. Promise.”
The man’s face, which was now pink coming on blood red, loosened a bit. “Oh really?”
“Hand to Goddess.” Joey placed a palm on his heart.
“Hmff…” The man shook his head. “That’s what they all say.”
He turned and went to the pen door. With both arms, he swung the weighty block of wood off of the simple lock. It thudded into place.
This thud sent shivers running Joey’s back. “What are you doing?”
The man opened the pen door wide. He propped himself against it, nodding for Joey to step through. “Go on. You said you’d do anything.”
“I’m not going to kill myself!”
Dozens of barks erupted as dickwolves pounced on the inner cage. Joey managed not to scream out in terror as they clawed at the metal. Some had yellow eyes, others green. They were all trained on Joey. The new blood in town. New meat.
“You’re not going to die. I’ll be right behind you.” The man said, appearing to have calmed. That calm was comforting. It was like his sudden burst had transformed into a quieter, more sinister seething.
Joey took a step forward. Then another. The monsters quieted as he approached, but did not let off the inner cage as they stared at him.
They have fucking rape faces on! What have I gotten myself into…
When his feet touched to hay covered dirt which was the pen’s floor, a slam echoed behind him. He turned to find the lanky redhead had actually followed him inside, closing the pen door without anyway of locking it.
“Judging by your face, I’m going to guess you’re into catgirls. No dickwolf claw would leave your jaw intact, and I doubt any human did that to you.”
Joey rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I got fucked while trying to fuck a catgirl. Can everybody lay off how ugly I look?”
No laugh or even a discernable grin came from his companion. He only moved to the inner cage’s door and produced a key almost too small for human hands. “Name’s Wheatley. I’m going to see if you really mean it when you say you want to work here. You’ve been trhough grade school, right? Basic biology?
Joey trained his eyes on the man, rather than the hungry dickwolves. It was difficult. “Y—yeah. Of course.”
Wheatley shoved the key in the lock and turned it. The cage door popped with a dreadful ping that excited the dickwolves even more. “Then you know how monsters operate. The tale of Saint Lily? Just keep calm and don’t think about fearing or killing them, and they’ll play nice. If you lust for them, they’ll play nicer. Maybe rape you, dickwolves especially… Don’t lust for them. Got it?”
Joey balled his fists, then relaxed them. He tried desperately to convince himself to bolt out of the pen now. Wheatley didn’t wait for him to decide or reply.
“BACK OFF!” The roar came suddenly from the man who didn’t seem capable of producing such authority. It startled everyone in the pen, sending the dickwolves scrambling back and Joey wanting out of the pen and city entirely.
Wheatley stepped through with intention, and not an ounce of fear. Joey took a few breaths, waited to see if this was a cruel joke, and then begrudgingly accepted his fate. He stepped through.
The pen was filled with mounds of golden hay with dickwolves prone atop them. Huge bones were scattered about. In piles, in mouths, they seemed to belong to a cow or something large. There was indeed a metal cage as a roof holding these creatures as well as Joey inside the pen. There were also teeth. Many sets of teeth with tongues lapping and hot breath puffing. Amidst the blue and black furs, he caught sight of red betwixt their legs. There must have been seven or eight red swords primed and ready to be stabbed into Joey’s soft posterior. One dickwolf, the darkest furred who’d been corralled just minutes ago, leered at him from a shadowed corner.
Joey shot to Wheatley’s side, hovering behind him to make his body a shield. “I’m going to die. I’m going to be raped and eaten. Maybe not even in that order.”
“Relax, numb nuts. This lot is trained, save Bastard over there. They know why we’re here.” Wheatley locked the cage behind them. He made clicking sounds, pointing to one of the monsters. “Here Po. Come ‘ere.”
The ears on the monster with the lightest fur perked up along with its entire stature. It rose from all fours, pointing to itself whilst gazing gaily toward them. The other monsters barked but came no closer.
“No. Stay.” Wheatley waved over the light blue. “Yes. You.”
The monster gleefully sprinted on all fours, stopping just short of toppling Wheatley. Joey backpedaled away, stifling a yelp that desperately wanted out. Wheatley simply accepted the monster. He pet his head, whispered something in its pricked ears as though he were an old lady tending to her pets. He whistled, and the monster jumped onto a stack of hay like it was some rehearsed carnival trick. Its cock was in full view against its blue belly.
“Oh good.” Wheatley pointed behind Joey. “Those bitches who were supposed to be harvesting left some pails there. Grab those.”
Joey turned and found two discarded buckets lying in a corner. He slowly retrieved them, lest he trigger the monsters to pounce on him. He hadn’t a clue what kind of thoughts or feelings set monsters off, his knowledge stopping with his experience with that catgirl. After that, he didn’t know what to expect.
Wheatley took the pails and set one down near Joey’s feet, and then another right below the monster propped on the hay. “I’m going to show you what morning harvest entails. If they aren’t on the breeding schedule for this noon, we here working the pens harvest the rest.”
Joey nodded. “Ok, seems… doable.” He pointed humbly toward the monster. “And this whole harvesting thing. That’s like what Weiss was doing… isn’t it?”
“Yep.” Wheatley unstrapped his glove and pocketed it.
“I thought so.” Joey looked woefully at the red, twitching thing. “I thought so…”
“Can’t avoid it. It’s what we deal in.” He grabbed it without hesitation. The dickwolf howled lowly, one leg kicking on reflex.
Joey shielded his eyes, barf threatening to surge through his throat and onto the dirty hay. He could stand to look at them. That was fine. A dick was a dick. But to touch one was out of the picture. Out of his mindset. His vocabulary.
“Hay!” Wheatley hissed. “You best get used to this, because you’re going to have to do it when no one else wants to.”
Joey peeked through his fingers. He saw red skin shifting. He immediately gagged. “Gah! Awwwggg… no! No way! Come on, man. Yeah, you got me. I’m not into cocks! Aren’t there some people here who would actually like to do this?”
“Yes. But those three just left on lunch. And these guys are going to explode if no one tends to them, leading to wasted product and unhappy stock. Now get over here.”
Joey slowly parted his fingers again. He saw Wheatley’s hand sliding up and down. Joey managed to keep that in view and nothing else. He maneuvered his way to the monster’s side opposite the man pumping it. All the while, the sounds of a dog’s lapping tongue grew ever stronger. The other dickwolves were watching intently. Their stares morphed in Joeys mind from murderous ones to sheer perverted ones. It was strange how silent they became, like voyeurs intently enjoying a free show.
“Do they get off to this shit or what?” Joey said as lowered his eye shield.
“Damn right they do.” Wheatley said. “They may have preferences like us, but monsters will fuck anything warm with a hole somewhere on its body. Sometimes that’s not even the case.”
“Ok, I…” Joey breathed. “I don’t need to hear those stories right now.”
He glimpsed down. The monster’s leg was in full gear, jutting up and down in a blur. Wheatley had a bored expression on his face. The man’s hand was expertly working the red stiffy like he was polishing a damn pipe. He was looking right at Joey, gesturing to bend down and take over. Another surge of bile was tempting to be unleashed.
No. No no no no. No. It’s… just… a dick.
Joey exhaled. He channeled the images of when he was a wee lad in oil stained jeans. He was cleaning off the rust of an old cylinder back when he was just a factory laborer. Just cleanin’ off the rust. He could do this. It was just a job. No matter how degrading…
“I can do this… for the money!”
“That’s the spirit.” Wheatley said.
“Here I go!”
“Go on. He’s hot and ready. You just gotta keep on for about a minute and a—”
Joey didn’t even wait for him to finish. The skin on his palm met the sticky, incredibly hot, pulsating rod he would be polishing this morning. He fervently went about tugging it up and down, not sure how to do it, but damn sure he was going to give it his all. He was in the zone. He was just working, afterall. Like a laborer (or a prostitute). Totally not gay. Not that this city cared one way or the other. The church would sure have his head for this, but then again, that was been there done that by this point.
“Ayy man…” Wheatley’s voice came faintly throught he mental barriers Joey had put up. “You’re going to fast. You’re overstimulating the poor guy.”
“AAaaaaahhh!” Joey ignored him. He’d show that fucker who was a fuckboy and who was prepared to do anything for the job.
He kept his eyes tightly shut. And though he imagined polishing a rod, that didn’t change the fact he was jerking a monster’s cock. It was very near burning his hand. As twisted as it was, he was very thankful for the sticky lube between his palm and the massive radiator. He could imagine becoming very raw without it. He kept the motion of up and down constant, and fast. He was again reminded of that catgirl. He banished the images, not wanting to sully that memory with this one.
“Why can’t I just use gloves…”
“Irritates them.” The expert said. “Seriously though, calm down with it.”
“No!” Joey kept his hand pumping. “The faster I go. Faster I’m done.”
“Well, yeah. But I you look like you’re about to—“
“I’m not crying!” Joey sniffled. He wiped his eyes, forgetting all about how he’d shook hands with Weiss.
“Goddess, damn.” Joey heard the man stand up. “You’ve made your point. Just…” He fell silent.
Joey would take pleasure in taking the words from this dick’s mouth, but he was too occupied with another. He knew all he had to do was rub a bit more, and it’d release soon. Right? Of course. That’s how his worked, anyways. His wasn’t the length of an arm, but the mechanics were still the same. Just a bit more.
He kept fumbling with it. Working the entire shaft and sometimes sliding off the tip in his haste. The creature’s moans and kicking increased, the only indicator he could tell that he was achieving anything. It was just as stiff and hot as when he started. It could explode any moment, and he’d have no idea when—
His arm was suddenly pulled back, almost causing himself to fall. “Holy—shit!”
“Hold it down!” Wheatley helped guide the stiffening cock down.
Joey felt it pulse, each time propelling upward with staggering force. He couldn’t help but watch the first globs spurt into the air, only to land meters away in the pail Wheatley had set aside. The next landed in the hay to create a thick, gooey line. The rest flowed out in a smooth stream to collect in the pail below. It was a staggering flow, for a staggering cock. Joey found himself gazing in envy, all shame forgotten.
He was slapped on the back.
“Good job. Looks like you’re serious about this…” Wheatley took on a new tone. “Guess you’re not a fuckboy, rook.”
“My mind is very confused.” Joey said blankly. He didn’t look away from it. It was trickling now, the pail half full.
A softer pat on the shoulder came. “You can… uh. Go. Here, this is yours now. I can take care of the rest.”
Wheatley made some more clicking sounds along with commands, and the monster lazily rolled over. It went to all fours and slowly crept off, obviously satisfied and struggling to walk.
Joey blinked. He blinked some more as he made his way toward the cage door. The darkest furred named Bastard was watching him, but he hadn’t any fear left. He just piloted his body remotely. He found a key someone had placed in his hands. He used it to open the cage and relock it out of courtesy. He collapsed outside the pen as another monster was called to be harvested.
On the floor, Joey could more easily reflect and come to terms with his new life. That was necessary, because there was no way in hell he was going to back out now. That had been the worst of it. He did his best to convince himself of that. Everything was smooth sailing…
Joey blacked out with his eyes still open. He dreamed of those little red lollipops he’d be treated to on occasion.
Surprise Endnote Author's Notes:
I seriously doubt anyone enjoyed that dickwolf scene in a sexual sort of way. I just couldn't commit to it. I'm straight. Joey's straight. I tried my hand at varying up the sex, and I couldn't make it convincing. So I just turned it into laughs. At least... I thought it was funny. “Haha, it's funny cause he prefers grills.” Really clever stuff. I know.
*Bows* Please understand.
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