Cody

Cody 16

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I woke. Brad and Cody had joined Clyde, me, and Luke sometime in the night. I had to assume that Brad was going to be ok. If he wasn't, none of us were. I was shocked that 5 people could fit on this truck frame.

Most people would think waking with a big dick in their face and a nutsack smelling like 8 hard working days in a jockstrap would be offensive. I inhaled and wanted to sleep in, all day long, surrounded by the scent of Clyde. His arm on my back felt comforting, and I hurt so much.

Broken ribs, fucking bruises all over my body from his grip and uncontrollable spasms when we'd mated.

My ass was in his face, and he'd been breathing it all night.

`Clyde'

I thought it so Brad and Cody couldn't hear it.

`You spent the night with my ass in your face.'

He smiled and inhaled.

`Heaven, dude.'

I leaned down to that big uncut dick and those big nuts and inhaled and didn't feel one pang of regret.

So there are five of us now.

We adopted Lukas.

We haven't killed Serena yet but we would probably have to do so.

Lukas was only dangerous in so far as Serena was his sister.

Cody and Brad wanted to follow in our footsteps and mate.

That would make us stronger but I had no clue to explain to them how and when they would be able.

I don't know how. I don't know how this shit works. I just knew... another mating would make us stronger.

God I hurt.

I needed to walk and feel it.

He knew what I was thinking. `You don't like laying and healing.'

`No.'

`I need to feel your reaction to this.'

He leaned down

He whispered.

"Cody."

"Hmmm?"

"I need to take Stuart for a walk."

"Pay attention?"

"Mmmm hmm"

in my head: `let's go.'

Luke was between them and was making happy sounds.

We stirred out of bed, and the dog stretched.

`someone else has to go, too.'

`two birds, one stone.'

`I'll grab dog food.'

`See you outside'

He disappeared out the back door naked carrying his boots.

I grabbed mine, too, the bag, and two bowls.

Since we had stowed the furnishings he was sitting on the hot tub staircase putting on his boots.

"Your turn. I'll feed her."

I handed over the bowls and bag; she had run into the woods for her morning piss.

Clyde laid out a bowl of food and another of water and set the bag down by the door.

I was shod by the time he was done and she was looking up at him tail wagging.

"what do all good dogs do before they eat?"

She sat and looked at him.

"Enjoy your dinner."

She dug in.

"Did you really want to walk or were you sore from laying?"

"Yes."

He laughed.

"This early in the day I would not advise your favorite beverage."

"What's your prescription?"

"That trail over there."

We walked for about a quarter of a mile and came around a bend onto a large flat rock. We were on some kind of rock escarpment and there were trees below us at the base of the cliff but nothing blocking our view of the river gorge below. We stood in awe looking miles downriver and I listened to the sound of falls below us.

"Oh."

"Wow."

I put my hand on the patch of fur at the base of Clyde's spine and stared.

He turned and looked down at me, and me up at him.

I felt like Adam and Adam... or something.

Breathtaking.

A `thwack' into a tree to his left.

Another behind him.

"CLYDE!"

"RUN!"

We ran like we were being chased by the devil, bullets hitting the trees around us. As we approached the patio I whistled and heard tags jingling.

"Come on girl. Now."

Clyde got to the door first and thundered inside.

The dog and I skidded in behind him.

"CODY!"

"Wh..?"

from bed.

"CLOSE THE HOUSE NOW. Sniper."

He jumped up and threw his arms out and the place shuttered, the elevators came up and the two main detection screens opened. All green.

I looked up at Clyde.

"It had to come from the other side of the gorge."

"Do your cameras have infrared detection?"

"Yes."

"Console please"

He reached up and opened the staircase. I descended with him in tow. He rushed ahead and opened the door to the bat cave. I ran to the consoles as they lit up. There was one master screen showing locations of devices and by clicking on them you could select a device to control, and pan tilt zoom. There was also a selection for IR detection. I noted Clyde's and my location on the plan and selected two cameras and turned on IR, selected auto pan. Oh. I selected auto detect and auto track as well. Within 30 seconds a red square showed up on one of the images and the camera zoomed, panned following a man through the woods on the opposite side of the gorge. The zoom wasn't effective enough to discern a rifle but he was visible moving through the trees.

"Confirmed."

"Where there's one..."

I turned to Cody.

"Tell me that you have a fully stocked full size refrigerator down here."

"Three restaurant sized side by side units."

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"The porch is flammable."

"Only the floor and handrails."

"What if we lose the solar panels?"

"Oh. Those are redundant. The main array is two ridges over."

"Lines?"

"All below grade."

"This had to cost millions."

"Yes."

"Two more questions that we need answered fast."

"OK."

"That warehouse in town is not a friend's, is it?"

"No."

"The hot tub tower is not just a podium, is it?"

"It's gravity water storage and," he sighed, "a gun turret."

"One more."

He sighed.

"There are other levels below us aren't there?"

"Two."

I shook my head and stared at him.

"I told you it's big."

I nodded and shrugged.

"OK Mr. Apocalypse. You seem to be an expert. What do you suggest we do?"

"Screen the Hummer."

"I agree. It could have some nasty shit in it. Should we ditch it?"

"Too late. Snipers would pick us off and I don't want to expose the elevator entrance. I have sophisticated detection equipment."

I stared.

"I'm sure you do."

"Need help?"

"Yep."

When we were done we had found several devices. The first search revealed an audio transmitter which had been live. Cody assured me it wouldn't work below the steel reinforced patio slab which had lead filings in the concrete. removing that, we found one nasty assed fragmentation device and another pack of about a pound of C4 in the storage well which would in fact take the whole fricking bat cave out. He took the leads out and dismantled the receiver and the timer already ticking down, all in about two minutes.

"What do we do with that?"

I was pointing to the frag device. He got a real shy smile on his face and carefully carried it over to the corner of the room and set it in a steel square on the floor. He walked back and hit a button on the wall and the square flipped over. It was actually a 10 inch thick concrete slab. 4 seconds later I heard a muffled thump. He looked at me and nodded.

"How deep is that?"

"300 feet."

I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head, looked back at sparkles and dimples. He shrugged. He opened the hood and scanned the engine. Nothing. Xrayed the transmission and fuel tank. Nothing. Checked the body panels... nothing else. He removed the batteries and pulled the fuse box and carefully set them on a shelf together.

"We'll move it later."

"Now?"

"Breakfast. I'm starving"

"Defusing explosive devices does that to me every time."

He looked at me and nodded as if I were serious, picking up the brick of plastique and taking it to the shelves in the dark.

"Hey. I got a pound of C4 for free AND a Hummer. That's a pretty good deal all in all."

"You got Luke, too."

"Yep. Pretty sweet. But we're going to have to teach both him and you to shoot."

"I..."

"After breakfast."

We went back up to the cabin. Luke and Brad were sitting at the table playing cards. The dog was playing with a rope with Clyde. Cody checked his screens. Green.

"You think they know about the house?"

"I have tenants living there. Sort of. Employees, actually. Two of them have jobs off site with me. The appearance is that they are blue collar occupants of that property."

"FUCK! OK. I'll cook."

A very low deep threatening voice from behind me said "No. You won't."

I felt the hand on my shoulder, flinched.

I inhaled and his scent calmed me immediately. The same voice rumbled softly:

"Lukas. Earn your keep. KP. Plates, silverware, set the table. Brad... check the hardware, make sure everything is to your liking. Cody. Explain to Brad how the gun ports work. I will cook. Stuart, start a fire."

None of us was idle now, to be sure. Cody looked at Clyde. Long, and hard, direct. Clyde looked right back, directly into his eyes. Cody cocked his head just slightly, still looking at him. Clyde nodded at him almost imperceptibly, and Cody nodded back the same way. I think I was the only one that caught the subtle exchange.

Clyde turned and went to the fridge, pulled out bacon, eggs, pico de gallo left over from yesterday, and reached up and pulled down a packet of tortillas. He pulled out precut peppers and onions, cheese, hot sauce, and sour cream. Sliced two potatoes wafer thin and put them in water to keep them from turning.

The flue was primed, outside damper open, and the fire was all set. He handed me two racks and I inserted them as he filled packets with peppers and onions, potatoes, cheese, in five portions. Bacon in one packet, flat. a stack of tortillas in one packet. Slid the top rack out and put the five potato packets in the back, slid it back in. Bacon on the lower rack. Tortillas on top of the bacon pack. The table was set and Lukas was cleaning after him. He set the toppings on the table and dropped ten eggs into a cast iron skillet, put that on the top rack in front of the potatoes.

Brad was going rack to rack checking magazines, actions, sights, and Cody and he were talking in low tones. After Brad had hit each elevator rack, they disappeared down the stairs. I had a feeling they were going to discuss the finer details of operating a gun turret. They were gone fifteen minutes before I heard a hum from the dumbwaiter. frozen dinner rolls, 5 steaks, lettuce, frozen green beans, beers, a carton of cigarettes, a bottle of bourbon, three granny smiths, a cutter, four cigars and a small bag of dog food, my dog's brand. Fuck me. Lukas put the lettuce and steaks in the fridge and set the rolls and beans out to thaw.

`why do you think Luke said no?'

`I don't know. You want to discuss it before the boys get back?'

`Yes.'

"Luke."

"Yes, sir?"

Clyde turned as the bacon began to sizzle.

"Come here." He pointed to the floor directly in front of him.

Luke approached and stopped where he had pointed, looking up at him.

"Why did you refuse Stuart's offer for you to join us?"

He looked at the floor. He smelled the air. Clyde's scent would be very strong at that distance.

"Come on son. Be honest."

Luke looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to see you hurt."

"She will know. She will come for me. She will kill you."

"Luke. I know something she, Brad, Cody, and even Stuart don't know."

I looked up at the exchange, intrigued.

Clyde hugged him and kissed his forehead and leaned down, spoke softly to him. Luke's head shot back looking up.

"Really??"

"Yes."

I caught part of his thought but not all of it. I perceived the words "gone" and "not here."

"it's safe Luke. Safer. You will be stronger, and able to resist her. She doesn't know that."

"Stuart. Come here." I did.

He put his hand behind my neck and I looked up. He sparkled at me, leaned down and kissed me.

"It's time to make this physical pain a memory, don't you think?"

I looked at Luke, back at those beautiful eyes, nodded.

"Luke, I need your help. This won't do anything at all to you but I want to make Stuart feel better and I'd like you to experience the ability to do it. Stuart, take off your shirt. Luke... will you help me?"

He stared at the horribly purple bruises and red marks... the busted capillaries over my ribs.

"It really hurts, doesn't it?"

"I don't mind, but yes... it does. Very much."

He looked up at Clyde. "I hate pain. I've been beaten enough that I can't even stand to be around it. Yes, I want him to feel better."

Clyde pulled off his shirt. Guess what happed them. Luke stared as Clyde's huge dick snaked down his leg and made a big wet spot on his jeans. His chest expanded. the areolas got very big and his nipples expanded and started to drip as Luke's eyes widened, now an inch and a half long. They began to drip. Unconsciously Luke leaned forward, looking up. Clyde nodded, smiling. Luke's tongue reached out and tasted.

"It's OK. I like it. Please empty them."

Luke's lips closed over the left one and he sucked... not stopping until that one was empty.

"More, buddy?"

Luke leaned over, still looking up at him, and took the other nipple in his mouth and drank. Clyde sighed and came in his pants.

The scent filled the air around us. Clyde smiled at me. Luke was hugging him. Clyde convulsed and came again. He ran his fingers through Luke's hair.

"Thank you son."

When Clyde was empty, Luke sighed and put his head against his chest and whispered, "Thank you, sir."

"OK. Stay right there and give me your right hand." Luke lifted it from around Clyde's torso and held it up.

Clyde cocked his head to his left and I moved where he was gesturing in Luke's line of sight. Clyde grabbed Luke's wrist.

"This will feel funny, buddy, but it won't hurt you."

"OK."

Clyde took Luke's hand and placed it on my chest. Luke was looking at me intently.

"Ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let's make him feel better. Don't take your hand away, ok champ?"

Luke nodded.

Sometimes healing is so fast it's not even noticeable.

Clyde wanted this to last... so unfortunately, it sort of hurt. The first energy hit me and I took great heaping lungs full of air, gasping. My head rolled back, mouth open. The bones mended below Luke's hand, moving back into place, the bruises gradually fading, the hemorrhages slowly disappearing. I was able to look back into Luke's eyes and they were wide, fascinated. He started to smile when he saw me start to breathe normally. He was touching me for another full minute before it was finally over. I felt stronger than I ever had, and I had gotten a little more muscular. I think Clyde wanted a little more meat on my bones. I didn't mind. Neither did Luke.

"He's better now, Luke. Thank you."

"OK, guys, time to break this huddle. We have breakfast to serve."

Luke was frozen in place, staring at me.

"You're... you're bigger."

I looked down. I was. I had actual guns. Clyde was pulling the racks out of the fireplace setting them on big blocks of wood on the table. My jeans felt really tight. I looked lower beyond pecs that were slightly bigger to a real adonis belt and concave twelve pack. I couldn't see it but I felt my ass pulsing. I looked at Clyde and he smirked, green eyes smiling at me. Fucking pervert.

"Yeah, bud. Better than before, hunh?"

"Y..Yeah." He couldn't stop staring.

He looked at Clyde, who winked at him. "Thanks for helping."

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course."

Clyde came over and crossed his big assed arms across his chest. "That's my partner you have your hand on there, Luke."

He pulled his hand back quickly.

"Hug him, feel him. don't just touch him."

I got an immediate hardon and when Luke approached before he even made full contact... as soon as I felt his torso touch mine, I came, blowing copious amounts of sperm down my leg. He leaned in and smelled me. FUUUUCK. I saw his expression change again. He sniffed, moved his face. His nose ended up in my armpit. I raised my arm. He buried his face there, inhaled. Sighed. I came again. Clyde chuckled.

"Wait until you smell his ass buddy. You helped make that nice, too."

"He gets off on you liking him now."

I looked into Luke's eyes.

"I feel stronger now, Luke. I don't hurt any more. Thank you."

`tell him Stuart.'

"Luke... you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but that is what you will be able to do if you decide you want me to give this to you. You will be able to help people. I want you to ask any questions you need to, and take all the time you need. I'm only offering, and I am the only one that can give it to you."

"We have plenty of time. We're going to protect you and Cody in the meantime. Now it's time for breakfast. OK?"

He looked at Clyde, who gave him a curt single nod and turned back to the table as we heard boots on the stairs.

"OK"

"Luke, go help Clyde."

Cody and Brad had stopped and were staring at me.

"I didn't do it."

Like some three stooges movie their heads simultaneously and slowly turned to Clyde who looked at them and smiled, green eyes sparkling.

Brad said "You decide to take up sculpture or something Boss?"

"I think Luke had more than a little to do with some of it."

Cody turned and stared.

"Better than lanky?"

"Your lips are like mine now."

He walked up to me and reached out. Clyde was watching intently. Brad, too. He touched my bottom lip and my tongue snaked out, licking it and I closed my upper lip over it, sucking. My eyes had closed. I opened them and he was smiling, pulling his hand back. I looked at Clyde and he was just finishing dumping another load in his jeans. I looked at Brad and that fucking monster in his trousers had done the same damned thing.

"Seems to be popular."

The guys chuckled.

Clyde: "Food goddammit!"

We all looked at him.

"Lukas," he said commandingly.

"There," pointing to the head of the table. "You need to watch and listen, and ask any fucking question you have. Say anything you want. We're here for you son."

"Stuart, right there to my right, Luke's left."

"Cody... Opposite Stuart, Luke's right."

"Brad and I need to be able to speak directly to each other beside you both."

There were packets of potatoes on each plate courtesy Lukas, and the pan of eggs was all sunny side up. I built rancheros with bacon, cheese, pico, hot sauce, and sour cream. I added hot sauce to the potato packet with some sour cream. We all built simultaneously. Luke was most adventurous with bacon egg and cheese tacos. Clyde spoke directly to Brad first.

"What did you find?"

"I don't have time to go into detail in one sitting but five of us will be able to lay in for about three months with what we have right now with no outside stress. If we're challenged we have about two weeks worth of what we will need to stand off. There are resupply methods but only available once, maybe twice before they are noticed."

"The hardware and systems are all state of the art... DARPA stuff. Everything is hardened."

"Best asset?"

Brad turned and looked at me for a moment, then without turning his head turned his eyes back to Clyde, who nodded.

"He doesn't know, does he?"

"No."

"I'll leave that to you, boss."

I had gone red in the face. I looked at Cody, who quickly looked down and pretended to be grabbing his next bite.

`Two things.'

`Yes?'

`I will need to know what the fuck you are talking about.'

`OK'

`I want my natural physical state back.'

`You're stronger.'

`I like stronger. Just not stronger bimbo. You didn't ask.

`I didn't do it.'

`What?'

`Luke did that.'

"Boss?"

Clyde looked up at Brad from his plate.

"Oh. OK. Sorry to interrupt."

Cody hadn't said a word.

Luke asked, "What are you guys planning?"

Cody said "We're trying to figure out how to plan for something we don't understand."

I was stunned. I finished my plate, took it to the sink, rinsed, turned to Cody.

"Am I programmed into access protocols now?"

"Yes."

"Thanks."

I poured a bourbon, grabbed a cigarette, and walked down the stairs. went into the Bat cave, and fired up. So this is what it's like to be stuck on a ship. Except this one had no outdoors.

`may I come down?'

`Yes, please.'

Moments later I heard the bolts release and the door open.

"I thought you might want another one," handing me a cigarette.

"Thanks."

"I healed you. Lukas changed you."

"How?"

"I don't know."

"Ask him."

"OK."

"What don't I know?"

He chuckled. I looked at him and smiled.

"Fucker."

"You don't know how powerful you are."

"The three of us have felt it... Hell... you sent Brad through quantum space or something just by looking at him."

"What did you whisper to Lukas earlier about not worrying?"

"I told him if you were protecting him Serena would never be able to find him, or any of the rest of us. She could come here and the entire cabin might be... gone."

"I would like to try an experiment with you, Stuart."

"OK."

"I would like to be invisible."

"Good luck with that."

"Ever consider having sex with an invisible lover?"

He sure knew what buttons to push. I actually sat there and thought about what that might be like and it sounded sort of hot.

"No but I just did."

"Everything by touch, scent, taste, right?"

I nodded, not sure my voice wouldn't waver if I vocalized an affirmative response.

He took off his shirt. Then his boots, pulled his jeans off and the air filled with his scent, put the boots back on. That big fucking dick I loved was swinging. Damn he was hot.

"What would you do if I were here but you couldn't see me?"

I reached out my hand and touched him, felt the contours of his chest, his fur, as his dick rose into the air, the foreskin peeled back behind that huge head, already starting to drip. His areolas got large again, the size of silver dollars, and his nipples enlarged to obscene proportions. I got rock hard and aching in my jeans, and my hand was actually shaking where I was making contact with his skin.

"I haven't seen you naked since..." his voice trailed off.

I looked around the room, wondering, scanning the walls. There. on the far wall. Two doors. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the hood of a car, likewise pulling off my boots and jeans, dick hard as a rock and covered in dried cum, dripping precum sprung up, and pulled the boots back on. I stood and looked him in the eye.

"Those aren't parts rooms back there," I pointed, walking away from him, grabbing the cigarette he brought with him. I reached into my jeans for the lighter on my way, lighting up, put it back, and walked toward the doors.

"While you're scouting for location, I'm going to admire Luke's perverted mind." I looked back and he was staring at the new ass. "You have dimples."

Something pulsed in my ass and I got very hungry for dick. I felt dampness around my hole and it seemed to swell, or change slightly. "Ohhhh."

"This shit is NOT me."

"It apparently is now."

I shook my head and continued to the door on the right, opened it. Carol Merrill was not waiting there with a donkey. It was a black tiled toilet with a shower, which of course also had a shower shot.

I turned to the other door and opened it. Paydirt. Lights came on and there... was a mechanic's apartment. I turned to him, slinging dick slime through the air.

"C'mon, big man. Let's continue this conversation someplace more comfortable."

"You ever had sex in the dark?" he asked, trudging toward me, that big fucking dick already soaking those bull nuts with preseminal fluid... leaking on the floor as he walked toward me.

"Mmm hmm. I liked it. Can't see a fucking thing."

"What if you could do that with the lights on and not see your dad... er.. partner?"

He was leering at me as he walked through the door I was holding open. There was a small kitchen, a bed, a sofa, a table with a couple of chairs, a desk, and an armoire. Basically a hotel room, but larger.

"I like the fantasy."

He stopped in his the door frame, close enough for his scent to have the full effect. "Wanna try it?"

"Yup."

He grinned wide and those green eyes sparkled.

I stopped in front of the full length mirror. Holy fuck. It was me, but... damn Luke anyway. The pacs were bigger, I had actual biceps, and my traps seemed to climb my neck now. Lats not overly exaggerated but larger... I had wings. My thighs had definition and my abdomen looked made out of stone, concave but plates of muscle. Still lanky but more defined. Below the adonis belt I could see in profile the dimple Clyde mentioned. Bigger ass. At least he didn't get stupid with my dick. still the same eight with the smarmy foreskin, dripping all over the tile floor.

"Like it?"

"Not as bad as I thought, but it's way too overstyled for me. It IS hot."

"That's an understatement. Can I take it for a test run before you ditch it?"

"Only if you promise to help me get rid of it after I have been well and truly Clyded."

"Deal. Now about this invisible sex partner thing..."

I cocked an eyebrow as I approached him, reaching out. I touched his face. He blinked out of existence, but I could still feel him under my hand.

"You mean that?"

"Wh...?"

"Go look in the mirror." I moved aside.

I heard him stand up and walk over, "YES!! You fucker!! I KNEW you could."

"Like being in a room with the world's hottest ghost," I observed.

I felt invisible arms envelop me, holding me gently, breath on my neck. "Hottest?"

His dick had made its way between new and improved thicker thighs and was moving back and forth, head slipping in and out of that foreskin, smearing my legs with Clyde goo.

"No doubt."

He licked my neck.

he slid his arms out and I felt his hands on my lats.

"Let's get you more comfortable. I want to see just how bent Luke's head is."

He walked me to the bed. "Lay down, kinda high up. Make room for daddy."

I did, lying froglegged face down with my face in the pillows. This wasn't so bad, I thought. I wouldn't be able to see him in this position typically anyway. I felt hands run up my calves, felling the new thickness there, and running fingers over the contours of thicker thighs. My nuts started to tingle, then my perineum drew tight, followed by that pulsing feeling growing, and my hole seemed to spasm and tingle. The fingers lightly brushed over larger glutes and played with the hair there, raising goosebumps. I could feel his breath in my asscrack, and hear him sniffing.

"You smell different."

"Yeah? How?"

"More... masculine. Sort of like a locker room, jockstrap, fresh sweat, semen, tangy, an undercurrent of need and desire." He ran his hands up my hairy back while he sniffed and looked at my ass.

"It tingles.. all the way from my nuts to my hole... and my hole feels funny... like sharp tingling, anticipation... like it wants to be touched."

"Lucky you." He chuckled. "Lucky me." I smiled, looked back over my shoulder expecting green eyes. Nobody there.

Hands firmly on my ass, he pulled the big muscles apart. "Oooh champ. I can see the problem. You're wet." I felt his breath, hot now, against my hole, and it spasmed, the tingling grew brighter, and it pulsed.

"You look really hungry."

I might not be able to see it, but I sure as fuck felt his face spread my legs as his tongue bathed my perineum and the root of my dick. "ooof."

I spread wider to allow access. He patted a cheek in thanks, and spread them both again, apparently enjoying the view. That tongue traveled cross an innr thigh toward my asscrack and licked along the inside of the crack not coming in contact with my hole, teasing me. The hole was pulsing now all by itself... kissing air. Goosebumps covered my thighs and ass. I shivered as his saliva was deposited on the other side, moving the wet probe back down where it had begun and then maddeningly he licked just below the opening, then around it, never touching the sensitive skin.

"It's changing shape."

"Longer, like 2 inches, and it's pouting outward with really firm ridges."

"Sport?"

I was floating. "Yeah?"

"I have to taste you."

"Please."

I felt the slightest contact and tilted my hips up.

"Yeah, man. Come to daddy." The contact remained still but became firmer, and he ran it over the opening. I shook.

"Oooooh yeeeeeeaaaah..."

"Like that?"

"Clyyyyyde."

He flattened his tongue against the opening and scrubbed it up and down, side to side. I whined and shivered.

"Please eat me."

"Politeness deserves rewards." He closed his lips over the opening and sucked hard while drilling me with the point of his tongue. I shouted "OH!!! Fuck! OH!!!" I spread my legs wider and tilted my ass off the bed spreading as wide as I could so he had access. My nipples were spewing shit out all over the bed. He pulled my dick back down between my legs causing me to arch higher into the air, spreading open wider. He chuckled. His lips never left my hole, scouring the opening with his tongue. I felt myself opening wider and his tongue going deeper, fucking me.

"CLYDE!!!"

"Yeah, baby?"

I was scrubbing my sore chest against the bed, leaking, my ass moving in the air against him.

"I feel so empty. My chest hurts."

"Turn over, buddy."

I did. I could feel his big arms helping but he wasn't there. I knew he was grinning, those big greens sparkling down at me. I felt the crook of his arms behind my knees as he raised my legs up in the air.

This would look really strange to anyone observing. Nobody there. My legs raised higher, felt him hovering over me close, and I smelled it. Daddy nipple. He guided my head. "Left one first, sport."

I reached my tongue out and he touched the tip of his nipple with it. I lapped at it. "That's it big man. Taste me." It tasted good. Sweat. Semen. Jockstrap. HIS scent. Tangy. warm, dripping down my tongue, tingling. I started to feel warm. He was watching me closely, I could tell. I could hear his breathing.

I started to breath harder. He was watching my facial expressions as I licked. "Feel good?"

"Yeah."

"Drink."

I raised my head and wrapped my arms around his back. "You're so big."

"I know buddy. It used to embarrass me until I saw the way you look at me. I need your help. It hurts. Drink. Please."

I closed my lips around his nipple and tongued him and started sucking. He flooded my mouth with Clyde goo... warm and tangy, salty, sweet, armpit scent, semen, ... liquid daddy. I moaned around him, held on tight, sucking until he emptied.

"Thanks buddy. More?"

"Yeah, please Clyde."

"Find the right one."

I moved my head, still holding onto his wide back, seeking the right nipple I couldn't see. I smelled it. I moved my tongue across his hairy chest and there it was, wet, dripping. "Go on. We both know this is the one with the kick."

I closed my lips around it and teased it with my tongue. The first drops were ... tingly as they slid to my throat and I began to feel really warm, like wrapped in his caring. I whimpered. "I know, son. I need you to help me. please."

I sucked hard. He flooded me with a sense of well being, calm, wanting to give to him, feeling his warmth against me. I want him to fuck me, occupy me, I wanted to make him feel good. I continued to drink and somewhere in my ringing ears I heard "I think it's about time you met the gift you gave me."

I felt something wet on my asshole, the tip of his dick like a tongue snaking up and down as if tasting me tentatively while I sucked, then, a membrane flattened out over my hole and started wetly sucking it. I sucked harder on his nipple, eyes opening wide in shock.

"Mmmm hmmm. You're going to like this." It pulsed, the dickhead sliding up and down my asshole while the gelatinous foreskin danced and massaged me open wide, wetly sucking my hole. Without moving his body the tip of his dick began to slide through the parted lips and retract out.

"Ooooh Clyde..."

"Thanks for the gift, man. I like seeing you enjoy it." I knew he was grinning.

I emptied him and was in Daddy daze. "You're wel.." and he started sliding the trunk of that beast into me. I squeezed my legs against him and he lowered his face for a kiss, his tongue parting my lips.

"Mmmmmph"

"Yeah?"

"Hhnnnnh."

"Cl..."

"Oooof."

"Oh yeah. we're going for a ride."

He slid in farther. and farther. I whined again.

"OK?"

"mmm h.." he moved.

"I love the way to react to me."

"Pl..."

"What?"

"In. me. please." between gasps of air

"OK, Stuart."

"Grab hold of my shoulders."

I did.

"This will not hurt as much as surprise you."

He slid out to just the head. "You are really slick."

moved back and forth over the opening.

SLAMMED into me.

"AAAWWWW!!!!!"

"Yeahhh."

"Home."

I started to spasm on him.

"That's it, Stu. Cody can do that but not like you. suck me. Make me feel good."

My colon gripped his foreskin and raked up and down it, fluttered over his head. He moaned. "Yeah, sport. just like that."

I grabbed his hand and put it on my bloated pec.

"Are you hurting?"

I sighed, fluttering on his cock. Nodded. He leaned down, pushing my legs back farther and impaling me deeper. He sniffed. "You smell different here, too. Better. More like... mmmm" He slid his lips over my distended mipple and sucked.

"OOOOOHHH!!!!" I came. I came again. Again.

I hit his back. "OOOH!!"

He sucked harder. I came again.

I emptied.

He giggled. "You were full, bud." I was still spasming on him.

"You really love me don't you?"

"Mmm hmm.." I ground up at him. I knew what mine did. He was feeling loved and wanted and needed, and wanted to fuck me more, hug me, take care of me.

"Still hurting?"

"Yeah." I fluttered on his dickhead. He switched sides and breathed.

"You taste so good." He started sucking hard.

"FUCK."

I came again.

He leaned a wet face into my ear.

Whispered "This really turns me on to see you happy."

His turn. He creamed me. The head grew to huge proportions way up inside me and started firing. I came again with him. hands flat against his wet back while he convulsed.

"God you feel good, Clyde."

"You too, Stuart." He kissed me hard. "Gotta get you empty so you can relax."

He leaned down and sucked , drank.

I blew my load twice more before he was finished, he came again with me once. Then... he showed me a different dick trick, not too dissimilar from one of my own. His shaft grew a ridge right against my prostate that... moved somehow, massaging the gland. Oh great.

BAM. I fucking came.

He giggled.

"Like that?"

I squeezed him in me. "I like you."

I knew he was sparkling but could only see ceiling. He wasn't there.

"Clyde?"

"Yeah?"

"This is hot."

"Mmm hmm. Very."

"you can invisifuck me any time."

He rolled off me, tearing out of my ass, me yelling "OUCH!!!" while he was belly laughing, the whole bed shaking. I started too. I think we just invented a new word. I had tears in my eyes and hopefully no blood on my ass from that big assed head ripping out of my guts. I rolled over on my side and wrapped an arm and leg over him and put my head in his armpit.

"Happy?"

"The body is pretty fucking weird, but yeah."

"I have a proposal."

He asked "What?"

"We found it. It's ours," gesturing at the modest quarters.

"Keeps me closer to the console, gives us some privacy for nookie or ... whatever, and you have the whole damned shop to tinker in."

"You don't have to sell me. Five in one bed is cramped."

"Wanna show them?" I rubbed my hand on his invisibelly.

"Yes. They need to not see this." He chuckled.

I laughed. "I agree."

"Um... just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"I didn't make your clothing invisible."

"Oh. yeah."

"Still wearing your boots?"

"Yep."

"Then we're good. Wanna go fuck with Brad?"

He laughed. "All day every day!"

"Mission!" I held up my hand. An invisible high five back.

"Um... before we go..." I leaned up and felt his face, kissed him. "You have more tricks to show me."

"Oh yeah."

"God you smell good."

We got out of bed, walked back out into the shop and I grabbed my clothing and the bourbon glass, still half full. I downed it. donned my jeans and shirt, put my boots back on.

"Funny."

"What?"

"Us. I know exactly where you are even though I can't see you."

"I guess that was kinda the purpose of all those bruises, wasn't it?"

"I guess so."

"Ready to fuck with Brad."

"This should be interesting."

I opened the batcave door and we exited to the shop and Clyde tried not to stomp his big fucking feet on the stairs on the way up to the cabin.

I walked into the room with my glass and went and got a refill. Someone had been kind enough to slice an apple and I dropped a slice in my glass. I turned around and surveyed the room. Cody was folding laundry and Luke was helping him. Brad had broken down two actions on a plastic sheet on the table and was cleaning and oiling.

He stopped, staring at me. Cody and Lukas had done the same. Brad asked... very warily... "where is Clyde, Stuart?" He asked the question very slowly as if he didn't really want to know the answer.

I leaned against the sink counter and said, "Well I think he's around. We had words, and..." I looked at Lukas and pointed at my chest "You and I need to talk about your perverted fantasies pal," back at Brad, "and he sort of disappeared. Haven't seen him since."

Brad's eyes got very large. Cody's, too. About that time, Clyde smacked Brad on the side of his head with the palm of his hand. Brad came out of his chair knocking it over. "WHAT THE FUCK????"

he turned around... nothing there.

"What the fuck Brad?" I asked, looking concerned and frightened. "Are you OK?"

"Something HIT me!"

I looked at Lukas, deciding to play it up. "Luke, can she...?"

"I've never seen her do anything like that. No."

Brad was freaking out, looking around. I took a sip out of my glass, thinking. "Maybe she has skills you don't know about, Luke. This could be serious."

Brad flinched again, poked in the ribs with a thick finger. He cried out, spun around, arms out, shouting "STOP!!"

Cody said "What's going on Brad?"

"I don't know!!"

He was freaking out and started to walk toward a gun rack. I moved in front of him. "Brad. Slow down. You'll end up shooting one of us."

He arched forward and screamed as Clyde shoved a finger in the crack of his ass. "JESUS FUCKING H!! What the fuck is going on????"

That one was almost more than I could take. I almost busted out laughing.

"Brad? Tell us what you're feeling. Seriously."

"There's something HERE!!"

Thank God Clyde knew better than to lift a gun out of a rack or Brad would have lit the place up. He was scared shitless. I'm surprised he hadn't pissed himself.

"I don't see anything man. What's happening?"

Clyde grabbed his dick.

Started to rub it.

"Wh...?"

Brad reached down slowly. Touched Clyde's hand. Looked up at me. Brad started to get hard and leak. He felt Clyde's hairy arm. Clyde reached up and grabbed Brad's other hip from behind and buried his face in the crack of his ass and started chewing on his hole through his jeans. Brad reached behind himself and felt Clyde's head. I took another drink, set my glass down on the table and walked around and caressed Clyde's hairy back and he... reappeared. Naked as a jaybird, sucking on Brad's hole, feeling him up. I reached around and pinched one of Brad's nipples and he came in his jeans.

"You two are ASSHOLES!!" He shouted. I pinched again. He came again. He laughed. "Stop it you fuckers!!"

"Say please, you big bastard."

I pinched again. Clyde kept sucking ass. Brad convulsed again. His jeans were soaked.

"PLEASE," he giggled like a schoolgirl. "QUIT."

We let up. Of course in the process of this, Clyde had grown one big ass hard Daddy stick and when he stood up both Lukas and Cody were transfixed by both his visualization in front of them and the image of this big hairy mountain of a man naked before them wearing only construction boots, his fat huge smarmy uncut dick leaning like a rocket out of thick pubes leaking juice all over the place. He WAS pretty fucking fetching.

Brad was pissed. He turned and made a fist cocking an arm back and Clyde leaned in and kissed him on the lips, put an arm around his neck and screwed his leaking dick into his stomach. Brad released the fist and brought it to Clyde's shoulders.

"Scared the fuck out of me you prick."

Clyde licked his neck. "Can I make it up to you?" He reached down and wetted a finger from a nipple and brought it to Brad's lips, who took the bait and tasted. His eyes closed. Clyde took a paw and put it on the back of Brad's head, and helped him lean down to his left nipple to get a taste for himself. Brad suckled.

After he had finished both he fell to his knees and Clyde's dick changed, gradually curving downwards. Brad opened and stuck his tongue out, and Clyde stood still while he moved forward, not stopping until all 12 inches were buried in his neck, the curvature matching Brad perfectly. Clyde came. Brad swallowed, not coming up for air. Clyde came again, and Brad swallowed, his hands caressing Clyde's torso, groaning on his dick. Clyde pulled back.

"Still hungry?"

"Yeah."

"You can have more."

Brad swallowed him to the root again and reached up to grab Clyde's pecs.

Another load. "Better?"

Pulling off, "Yeah. thanks."

"Well you're a big fucker. Gotta keep you fed."

Brad stood up, his jeans a mess. He had come twice more blowing Clyde.

"And you're an asshole," he said, wiping his lips on his arm.

"I thought I was being attacked by witches or some shit."

"Nope, just evil horny invisible gay demons."

Brad picked up the fallen Chair. Cody and Lukas had not moved. Cody had come twice just watching and it was all over his chest. Luckily it missed the clean sheet.

Brad sat down facing Clyde and absently reached up and fondled gonads, looking up, asking, "So he's got some idea now?"

"Some. Look. You didn't learn to handle a gatling gun in a day, did you?"

"Nosir, boss."

"He's just finding out."

I cleared my throat.

"Yes you. You have spent so long repressing it you haven't learned of what you're capable. You kind of need bootcamp for the soul, but ... gentler. If we could make everything a sexual exercise for you, you would pass with flying colors in a two day session and come out thoughts blazing."

I took another sip, now leaning against the counter again. My jeans were soaked too. I had come at least three times from the Clyde appearance experience. I laughed, nodded, and said "acknowledged and agreed."

"So here's what we'll do."

"Cody and Lukas are going to get firing range training from Brad, who will rotate them so one of them can take care of KP and chores while the other is on the range, and I will try to help this clod get past himself, because I frankly want to go through it with him. It won't be easy for him and he's going to want me to be there."

He looked at me questioningly. I looked at him seriously and nodded once.

He looked at me VERY seriously. "I am NOT directing this show. This is ALL you, Stuart. We're all in YOUR care. I know logistics and operations and can facilitate but ultimately you will have to decide... pretty much everything." Every head in the room turned toward me.

I downed the rest of my bourbon, grabbed the apple slice, and said "let's get started."

Clyde said "Cody, you and Luke finish up, Brad you get those actions back together when you're happy with them. Stuart... grab that chair by the fireplace.

"You want your jeans, cowboy?"

"Do you want me in them?"

"I rather like you out of them."

"OK."

He sat down on a chair beside the fireplace opposite me

`Let's do this non verbal so we're not interrupted.'

`You know how you defused Brad by looking at him without touching him?'

`Yeah. I was shocked I could.'

`I imagine you were.'

`It stands to reason then, that anything you can do does not require physical contact. Would you agree?'

`Maybe. I've just always done it that way.'

`Understood. But you've learned that it's not required, right?'

`Yeah. I guess I have.'

`So you are unhappy with your physicality.'

`Not unhappy. It's beautiful, but I think it's too beautiful. Too ideal. It's unrealistic, almost a caricature of something.'

`Good. We agree. May I help?'

`Please.'

Clyde closed his eyes, and when he opened them thirty seconds later there was fire in the green, and he looked at me. Just looked, leaning back in his chair. I felt a stirring in my loins, got hard. I got very warm and sweaty, to the point I felt hot. I took my shirt off.

`you might want to get naked.'

I did, and sat back down.

My dick had gotten slightly thicker but it was gratefully still my normal length, the foreskin covering the whole thing even erect. My nuts had grown slightly and my pubes were thicker. The twelve pack went away and the adonis belt receded to a trace, I grew a flat eight pack, covered in hair that maintained the goodie trail down the center to the big patch above my beltline. My pecs flattened out and became more square, and the hair under my arms got thicker. My thighs lost weightlifting definition of each muscle and got thicker, my calves leaner, my toes got very hairy, and my ass became less of an exercise in showing off muscle and more one of strength in keeping with a lean physicality. My gym toned guns slimmed, lengthened and became something I could chop wood with rather than pose. My traps were no longer showy. My lats were no longer wings but would help me carry things. One last thing he added: `This is what I like about you. Natural. You can ask me to change any of it at any time.'

`Do you want to see?'

`Yes, please.'

`Let's go to the shitter.'

We got up and Lukas stared at us naked walking toward the rear of the cabin.

"Lukas... fix him an apple julep, please. Actually, make two. A cigarette and a cigar also, please. Thank you."

"Yes, sir."

I heard Lukas say "They're just sitting there looking at each other."

Brad in the background: "They don't need to talk to communicate and they don't want to distract us. What they are dealing with would be VERY distracting. Get them whatever they need, and they come first. You might want to take hose drinks to the bathroom for them."

We walked into the bathroom, Clyde guiding me in first.

I walked around the door frame hesitantly. There was the full length mirror, by the urinal, next to the walnut sink. I looked back and up at him. He shrugged as the lights turned on automatically. I walked over to look. Not where I had started to be sure. Hair from head to foot, even on my neck, defining muscle groups with a sense of purpose. Lithe, lean, strong. I felt stronger. My areolas and nipples were outlined with a swirl of hair that defined the bottom of wide plates of muscle, the hair converging on my breast plate to trail down the center of barely defined very rigid abs and splay out above my belt line, thickening as it dropped and exploded into a bush that covered my entire groin in dense dark hair, from which my rigid prick sprouted and my large hairy nuts hung. My legs were thicker than they were originally, but with purpose. I could climb hard and fast with these. I turned and... thank God... no more dimpled bubble bimbo ass. Strong, round, fuzzy as fuck. I could lift shit with this, maybe even a hundred pound John boat.

Two glasses were sitting on the wooden sink. Clyde handed me one, picked up the other.

`what do you think?'

`It's not what I was.'

`No, it's not.'

`It's better.'

`Yes. It is. It's actually what you need to be. Lean, fast, strong, and natural. And it doesn't look stupid.'

`I'm going to love this paddling.'

`Nobody will be able to keep up.'

I clinked glasses with him, we drank, both set our glass down and hugged. `Thank you.'

`OK. We got that out of the way. I have a cigar waiting and you have work to do.'

We carried our drinks back by the fireplace. I picked up the cutters and cut his cigar for him and he lit it. I lit my cigarette. The apples tasted great.

`That exercise was to prove that even I can do things without contact... fairly significant things, especially motivated by something I find very important.'

I looked down and nodded. We were both sitting there nude as if there was nobody else around.

`So I have a challenge for you and I don't want you to be freaked out by it.'

I looked at him. `OK'

`Make me invisible again without touching me.'

I sat back, closed my eyes, and imagined feeling him on top of me, his breath against me, not being able to see him and how hot that was... how sexy he felt even tough I couldn't see him. I opened my eyes and looked at him, remembering, and ... he disappeared, even the cigar, although I could still smell the smoke.

`Very good.'

`You say you can tell exactly where I am even without being able to see me.'

`yes.'

`Can you move me from one place to another deliberately and not randomly like Brad?'

`I don't know.'

`Care to try?'

`What if you end up at Serena's?'

`Stuart.'

`Yeah?'

`I'm invisible.'

`The idea is still scary.'

`Of course it is. I trust you will be careful. You won't put me in harm's way.'

`Stand up.'

He did.

Looking over at Brad, `Mind if I make this humorous?'

`I'm reading your thoughts and you are evil in the best kind of way. Not at all.'

Brad appeared to be finishing up at the table, just sitting in his chair wiping down his hardware. I imagined Clyde right beside him, dick inches from his face, hard and dripping. This was hard. I couldn't see Clyde but I could sense him, even his grin. He was already getting hard. I closed my eyes and... opened them and Clyde was standing right where I thought he would end up, dripping hard daddy dick scent right into his face. Brad inhaled. He turned his face to the left, leaned forward and licked the ghost dick. He set his hardware and cloth on the table and grabbed thighs, inhaled heavily.

Clyde put his hand on the back of his head and ground his face into his groin. "Mmmm."

"You guys move fast."

"Yep."

`Hey champ?'

`Yeah?'

`Time for a break. One last thing.'

`I'd like to be seen as well as heard.'

I chuckled and imagined Lukas' shock when he saw what had been going on and it happened. There was Clyde holding Brad's face in his crotch standing by his chair. Luke damned near dropped the lettuce head he was cutting. Brad took one last inhale, looked up at Clyde and grinned. "You smell good, boss."

"Thanks for being a good sport, buddy."

"You bet. Anything for Stuart."

"That goes for the rest of you fuckers, too."

Everybody laughed.

Brad turned to me.

"You really didn't know, did you?"

"No."

"Luke. Buy that man another bourbon, and some crackers and cheese as well."

Less than a minute there was a plate of snacks on the small table by me and another glass with apples and bourbon. I picked the apples out of my glass and laid them on the plate with the cheese.

`Tired?'

`No. Shocked is more like it.'

`Want to try one more thing?'

`Sure.' I bit into a cracker with a piece of cheese.

`We both find Lukas attractive, right?'

`Definitely.'

`would it be better if he were naked right now?'

`Absolutely not. He's probably coming around as a result of the friendly mischief here. I won't embarrass him.'

I sat back and closed my eyes and imagined my Grandmother and her words to me, opened my eyes and looked directly at Clyde.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

I nodded.

Lukas was watching all of this intently.

`Something else?'

`Well, I've been schooled today, too. no. Break.'

`Come here?'

He did, and I reached up and took his hands. He clasped mine. I leaned in and kissed the head of his dick, looking up at him. `Thank you.'

He ruffled my hair and grinned, leaned down and gave me a kiss.

"This nonverbal shit is getting so loud in here I can't think, you fucks!"

Brad, of course.

Everybody chuckled.

Lukas: "So you guys can talk... by thinking to each other?"

I spoke up. "Yes, Luke. I'm not sure if it's just Clyde and me, because we mated, or if it's possible among the rest of us. I haven't tried with Brad because I'm not sure I want to know what's going on in his head."

Brad made a face at me and Luke laughed, while Clyde nodded.

"I like you guys," said Luke.

"Thank you, Luke. We like you, too. We also want to keep you safe and allow you to be whoever you want to become. I think I speak for all four of us when I say that," I said.

Clyde walked over and hugged him.

"Big man... you are my hero." He leaned down and kissed him.

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank YOU, Lukas, for surviving that hell. That took strength."

Brad signaled something to Cody and they walked down the stairs, disappearing from view. I heard something mentioned about the gun range.

`You want to take him to the apartment for some mentorship?'

`Both of us, or just me?'

`Either.'

`Both. Yes. Alone, no.'

I had finished the snack plate, bourbon, and was returning the plate to the kitchen with the glass for a refill, grabbing Clyde's on the way.

`Is your cigar OK?'

`Yes.'

I asked "Luke, do you want to go for a walk?"

He looked fearful "Outside?"

"No. Downstairs."

"The salad is made, the potatoes are wrapped and ready for the fire, the bread is ready to be put on, the broccoli is in packets. The only thing left is to bring the steaks to room temperature. Sure."

I reached down and grabbed some ice and apples and refreshed the bourbons, grabbed a couple cigarettes for me.

"We have something interesting to show you."

Luke looked very wary.

"No, Luke, not that kind of interesting. Like... interesting. If you want THAT kind of interesting we can show that to you as well, but we're going for a walk, maybe a nap, and you are welcome to come."

For good measure I added another cigarette, took them over and put them in my shirt pocket laying on the floor, pulled on my boots.

`He's a beaten pup, big guy.'

`Yeah. Brave fucker.'

"Still up for it? We're going to end up in our apartment."

"Your apartment?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you can help us stock it."

"OK, sir."

I realized we were both having this conversation with him naked. Jesus we must have been frightening the socks off him.

"Come on Luke. we have to get dressed."

I grabbed my Jeans and shirt, not to leave Clyde the only one naked and I started down the stairs. Clyde palmed Luke's lower back to follow me and he took up the tail as we descended.

"You modeled his physicality after your own, didn't you, Luke?"

"Wh...?"

"When you changed him."

"I was thinking of someone like me, yeah."

"You work out a lot?"

"It's all I can do. She never lets me leave my room."

"Smart man. You're strong."

"I hope you don't mind that I changed him back, kind of."

I could feel Luke looking at my hairy ass.

"No. It's... nice."

"OK, good. I didn't want you to be offended."

"Did you know you could change him?"

I reached out my left hand and the bat cave door opened. Luke froze.

"No... I was just picturing someone healthy. Are we going in there?"

I turned around and faced him. Nodded and smiled, carrying my drink and clothing.

"Where are Brad and Cody?"

"Downstairs shooting, I guess," I said.

"Downstairs?"

"It's bigger than it looks, buddy," I laughed.

"It's OK," said Clyde. "This is where the apartment is."

"We really could use your help picking out what to put in the fridge and on the shelves."

Luke looked warily at the blast door, then at me. He was distracted by Clyde's modifications. I understood, but that thick door was troubling.

"It's a blast door, Luke, in case anyone wants to get through to the inside, they can't. It's to keep people out, not in."

"OK." we went in.

The door closed rapidly behind us and bolted.

Luke looked at me with big eyes.

"Look buddy. If you want to get out push this green button right here." I pointed to the left of the door. It was marked "EXIT"

"push it."

He did, and the door bolts slid back and the big piece of steel opened out.

"OK?"

"OK."

"Dammit Clyde, you throw your clothes everywhere."

I swept my arm and the batcave lit up, the monitors behind the glass wall came on, and there on the hood of the hummer were Clyde's jeans, his shirt hanging off the bumper. Luke laughed.

"You guys are passionate," he said.

Clyde put me in a headlock. "Yes we are."

"Are you in love?"

Clyde glowered at me. In unison "Yes we are."

Luke smiled.

Luke said "That's Serena's car." He looked frightened.

"There's a bomb in it."

"There were two, Luke."

"They aren't there any more."

He exhaled and looked relieved. Clyde had take off his boots and was pulling on his jeans and shirt, sat back on the bumper to put his boots back on while I went through the same thing. While we were doing this Lukas was wandering around looking at everything. Clyde looked at me and smiled, shrugged.

`We might have a son.'

I smiled at him.

"Oh cool," we heard, and turned our heads. Luke was staring at the wall of air tools.

"You like working on cars, buddy?"

"DO I!!"

`Mechanics are also great engineers.'

`Yep.'

"Luke, I know Cody has a dry goods room with wine and beer in it. I want to stock the fridge with some beer and colas and find a bottle of bourbon for the apartment. Want to go exploring with us to see if we can find it?"

"YEAH! This place is HUGE!!"

`Enthusiastic.'

`Mmm hmm.' I grinned.

He disappeared around a corner while we sat and sipped and enjoyed his hoots and hollers.

"GUYS! Come see what I found!"

We followed his voice. There around the corner down a corridor, through double doors, was a fucking liquor store. 8 cases of my bourbon. I looked at Clyde.

`he told me it wasn't planned for me.'

`It doesn't hold up, looking at that.'

`Nope.'

There were cartons of beer.

A rolling cart. I grabbed it. Two bottles of bourbon and a carton of beer. I like diet cola, and we grabbed a 12 pack of that. Half a dozen of Clyde's cigars, and a cutter. Three packs of my cigarettes. There was even green goop. I grabbed a bottle of that.

"Any other liquids?"

"Not for me. No," said Clyde.

"See any dry snacks, Luke?"

"Yeah... over there."

We picked out some pretzels and some cheese crackers, some water crackers for cheese if we found some.

"Let's go looking for the refrigerators."

Luke took off. Next room over was a walk in cooler and three 6' wide uprights.

There was a bag of cheese cubes, some yogurt, a package of presliced apples in single servings, perfect for drinks. Hickory Farms Beef Stick. - we took two of those small ones. A package of grapes.

"Luke, go get another box of these crackers and I have a feeling you will find a jar of vlasic pickles. Get one of those too."

He came back with both. I looked at Clyde again.

`You think that door will always open if we hit the green button?'

`I'm concerned.'

`We better practice you moving things through concrete filled with lead filaments.'

`Agreed. I still want the private space'

"OK Luke, I think that's more than enough. unless there are three fresh apples in one of those fridges."

He found and deposited them on the cart.

We turned out the lights, shut the doors and walked the cart across the bat cave. I opened the door and turned on the lights and let Luke load the cabinets and fridge, one bottle of bourbon on the counter and cigarettes, cigars, and cutters in a drawer.

Clyde walked over and hugged him from behind, wrapping him in huge arms, leaning down and kissing his neck. "Thank you for helping, Luke."

"You're welcome, sir."

I said "The next step is to take the cart back and put it where we found it, take a walk down that corridor and see if we can find a staircase and an elevator. I will guarantee they are there. There should be a staircase on this side too."

Clyde said "You up for more exploring Luke?"

"Yes sir!"

Off we went.

Cart stowed, we continued on down the hall. No dust on the floors. That meant staff.

Every door was unlocked. One room had clothing in Brad's, Clyde's, Luke's, Cody's, and my sizes, including boots. One had nothing but Towels, linens, and hospitality supplies - soaps, razors, toiletries, etc. One had plates, glasses, silverware, foil, kitchen supplies like ziplocs, soap, extra racks for the cooking grates, etc. Another held outdoor supplies - lamp oil, hot tub supplies, candles, tea lights, tablecloths, extra tables and chairs.

Weird.

We found the elevator at the end of the hall. We didn't call it. The staircase was adjacent to it.

`Stay out here. I want to go in and see if the door is unlocked.'

I went in. Turned the handle and the door opened. I looked for a wire through hinge. None. I looked for a security magnet. None. I looked for a maglock. None.

NONE of this made any fucking sense. MAYBE it was what it seemed. A really insanely expensive cabin in the woods. Like INSANELY expensive. I cant imagine. 20 million? 30? More.

Luke asked "Guys, can we go in the console room?"

I asked "Are you good with computers, Luke?"

"I was until Serena took mine away for looking up pictures of good looking guys that lift weights."

`Bitch.'

`Yep.'

I said "Yeah, buddy, let's go. I have something I want to check out there, too."

"First I want to find the ice machine. Luke, go to the apartment and see if there's an ice machine on the counter or an ice tub."

"The ice machine is under the counter in the apartment, and it's full."

Clyde asked "Did you get yourself something to drink in the storage room, Luke?"

"No sir."

"First stop then, champ."

Luke grinned. We went into the storage room and Luke picked out Diet Mello Yello.

`That's humorous.'

Clyde: ` In a double entendre sort of way.'

I smiled.

I asked "Do we need more glasses, Luke?"

"No sir. There are plenty of plates and glasses and even a small dishwasher below the ice maker."

"Then let's go make drinks," said Clyde.

We did. I cut a cigar for Clyde, got a cigarette for me, and we went and sat on chairs and a bench in the bat cave that were intended for the garden but sitting outside the room with a patio table. Luke had grabbed an ashtray for us and was enjoying his time with the guys. I was enjoying my bourbon. I was going to have two. Clyde really seemed to be enjoying Luke's company.

`He's got a good heart.'

Me: `He's smart.'

Clyde asked "Luke, aside from your fear for us over it, would you like for Stuart to change you to be like us?"

"What, and be able to make things invisible and heal people and help them? Heck yes!"

I asked "Do you feel safe with us?"

"After today? A lot more."

Clyde: "Does our having sex bother you?"

"No. It's an adjustment from being told everything I think is wrong. You guys are so sexy and comfortable with each other. Like perfect men. I would love to be like you."

I asked "But you're still thinking about it."

He looked down shyly. "Yeah."

Clyde put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you afraid?"

"Yes."

"Of what?"

"That I will make a mistake and hurt someone."

I said "Luke, that means you never will. I carry that fear with me all the time."

Clyde told him, hand still on his shoulder "He really does, Luke. He even watches after me to make sure I understand the responsibility. He helped me with it this afternoon."

"But who will do that for me?"

"We will." In unison.

We all three laughed.

He looked back and forth between us. "You guys mean that, don't you?"

"Every word." I finished my drink and got up to go make another, reaching for Clyde's glass. He handed it to me and shook his head.

I went in and made another with the apples left from a packet, grabbed another cigarette and returned.

I asked "What do you want to do with your future, Luke?"

He looked me straight in the eye, electric blue lasers. "I would like to be like you guys."

I looked at Clyde quickly, then at Luke seriously "Wrong answer."

"But you're good guys."

"Maybe. But we also have jobs. Clyde, Brad, and I are all on vacation right now."

"We still can't figure out what Cody does for a living, but we know he has employees."

"You like cars."

"Yes, sir. I'm a very good mechanic."

"That can pay very well. It can also lead to engineering. How are you at math?"

"Very good, sir."

Clyde said "Enough. No more third degree for Luke. What do you want to do right now, Luke?"

"Go see the room with the computers and screens."

"We've been holding up a mission and Luke has been very polite to his elders for long enough. Let's go," said Clyde.

Luke was up and already on his way. I shot back my drink and grabbed the apples, munching, leaned up and kissed the ugly fucker as we stood up and followed.

Luke had already gone through the door and was trying to read the screens to figure out what they meant. By the time we arrived, he was sitting at a console doing screen selections and checking perimeter security monitors.

"Guys... this is amazing."

I responded "It really is Luke. It's very sophisticated."

He said "That doesn't cover it. He even has feeds from the grocery store and Serena's security cameras."

Clyde and I looked at each other in bewilderment again.

"And here... this screen, overlays real time traffic on all local roads through sensors and overlays it on to google maps, and that can be toggled to this"

A satellite image came on the screen and you could see every car on the road real time.

"Is that a real time satellite image?"

"As far as I can tell."

"Is there any way to get the source of that feed?"

"It would take me some time to find out, but I'm sure there is."

"Don't do it right now, and switch to other data available."

"OK, so there's simplistic stuff like video feed, some with audio, most PTZ, some IR tracking, there are also plate detection cameras.

Clyde seemed puzzled. I was very puzzled.

"Clyde, Cody can do everything from here but track a pair of shoes anywhere in the vicinity, and I'm not so certain if they had a locator in them he couldn't do that."

"If he enters a license plate number and state, if it enters the area he will receive an alert. He will then be able to track that plate as it navigates via real time satellite. Does that sum it up, Luke?"

"Essentially, sir."

"Luke, how much would you think is invested in this system?"

"Including the sensors attached to it, cameras, detection devices, the satellite link and probably burying that to a feed somewhere in China to make it look like espionage, ... millions."

"This is a really expensive 10 x 20 fucking cabin."

"Yes, sir."

I asked "Luke, can you put everything back the way you found it?"

"Already doing that, sir."

"Thank you."

"You said it would be interesting. It is."

I slid my hands around the chair and laid them on his pecs. "What would you like to do now, Luke?"

He looked at Clyde's chest. I chuckled.

"You two go back to the apartment and find something on TV. I'm going upstairs for a minute."

Clyde asked "You're coming right back, right?"

"Yes, and if I don't... you take care of Luke."

I meant more than sexually.

Green button and the door released.

I walked up the stairs and the cabin was still empty. OK. I left a note just in case they didn't find us on their way up from the range that we were in the bat cave apartment, grabbed the dog, dog food, and her bowls, and returned to find Clyde and Lukas sitting in the bat cave, Clyde with a cigar.

"Nothing on TV?"

"Lukas had questions."

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir."

I went in quickly and got water and set a bowl out for the dog. She laid down by Luke's bench and went to sleep.

Clyde grabbed my glass from the table. "Anything else?" as he headed to the apartment.

"Cheese, crackers, and didn't we get grapes?"

"OK." He opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open as he puttered.

He stepped outside quickly with the bourbon and a cigarette.

"What were you curious about, Luke?"

"All four of you can..." he pointed to my chest.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because we like it. Do you like it?"

"Very much so. How did it happen?"

"I gave it to Clyde because he liked the fact that I can, and Cody can. When I gave it to him I tailored it to what he likes. Drink from Clyde and you feel safe, warm, and cared for because that is what he likes people to feel. It also sort of makes you relaxed and hungry for his dick which he also uses to make people feel wanted and appreciated. Mine sort of does the same thing except it lets them know I will do anything they need me to do to appreciate them. It was a gift from Cody."

"May I see them?"

"You already have, and tasted them, but again? Sure."

I took my shirt off.

"Clyde really did change you, didn't he?"

"Yes, Luke. He rebuilt me to be stronger and more flexible to do the things I like to do."

"Such as?"

"Paddle a kayak, climb a mountain, ride a bike, outdoor stuff mostly. I can put my legs behind my head again now."

"Can you really??"

"I haven't tried it yet since he changed me but I know I can, if I can do this." I stood and bent over forwards put my hands flat on the floor, and facing away from him put my head between my legs and looked at him.

He laughed. "Cool."

"So do you want to smell the difference between Clyde and me?" I asked, sitting back down.

"Yes sir."

"Did you smell him while I was gone?"

"Yes sir."

I went over to the bench where he had been sitting between our two chairs and sat on one end facing him with an arm up on the back and a foot resting on the seat, my leg up making a seatback for him.

"Slide over and explore, Lukas."

He did.

"Your nipples are really big."

"The dark brown part... that's called the areola, and Clyde's are bigger. His nipples also grow way longer than mine. Mine are only about an inch long. His are like little dicks."

Luke laughed. "Yeah they are. They're really sexy."

"May I touch them?"

"I might orgasm again if you do, Luke, but that's part of the fun. Yes... do whatever you want."

He leaned down and inhaled. "You smell very different from him."

"Describe it to me."

"He smells... dark and woody, tangy, sweaty, sort of a little like come, a warm jockstrap someone has jacked off into and it makes me want to get fucked by him, and you smell... like fresher, sweeter, sort of a little like a locker room, but not stale. Like a gym. You make me want to hold you."

"I think you hit the nail on the head."

Clyde walked out and looked down as he set out a plate of snacks.

"Getting the Lukas smell test?"

"He has a very intelligent nose."

Luke wasn't done. He reached up and touched the nipple and watched as the areola contracted and the nipple grew. He fondled it to a sharp intake of my breath.

"They're very sensitive, aren't they?"

"Stuart's nipples are more sensitive than mine."

Lukas leaned down and licked the tip of the left one. I started to leak. He stuck out his tongue and tasted it. Shivers ran down my spine.

"Careful Lukas... you will make him come."

"I don't care Luke. Please don't stop."

He kissed it.

He leaned in to kiss it again and it grew and he had it between his lips and he tasted my leakage and started to suck. I came, filling my jeans with gooey sperm. Clyde stood up, came over, and kissed me. I put my hand on his neck and pulled him in tight as Lukas sucked harder and made me come again. He emptied me.

Clyde touched Luke's hair. "Still hungry son? There's another full one." He pulled Luke over to my right nipple.

Before he dove on, Luke looked up at me, running his fingers up my belly "I love the way your body hair grows," and leaned down to suck me. I came again. Clyde was chuckling, running his fingers over Luke's back.

"Luke, you are going to want to hold him after this. I will fuck you while you do if you want."

"Mmm hmmm."

I came again.

I emptied, and Luke sat up, staring at me. Clyde grabbed his head and put it in my armpit. He inhaled. Then he breathed in. "Oooohh."

Clyde said "That's my reaction to him, too, Luke."

He turned his head to Clyde.

"You two match."

We grinned. Luke sat up.

I reached over and got a cracker, a piece of cheese, and a couple grapes, and raised my eyebrows at Clyde.

`Can we take him home daddy?'

Clyde laughed out loud.

FUUUUCK this young man was sweet all the way to the core, even after all the abuse.

"You want to lay down, Luke?"

"Let's finish your snacks first. Can the dog get in bed with us?"

They looked at me.

"No. we'll need to find her a towel to sleep on."

Luke was up and headed across the bat cave.

"Luke. That door." I pointed at the shower room. Luke liked the boxer. Bonus points.

He returned with a towel for the dog and I asked "Are there enough for the three of us as well, Luke?"

"Yes, sir, and plenty of liquid soap and toothbrushes, toothpaste, mouthwash, and razors as well. There is a bottle on the counter called surgical scrub, but no shaving cream and no deodorant."

Clyde intervened "You shave with the liquid soap, Luke, and none of us wear deodorant. You scrub whatever you don't want to smell with surgical scrub and it keeps bacteria from making you smell bad."

"Oh. Cool. Less stuff is always better, and faster."

"Exactly."

"And you guys never smell bad."

I grinned "Thank you, Luke."

He smiled. "I love the way you guys smell."

Clyde chuckled. "We kinda got that impression."

Luke laughed and reached down and petted the dog, now laying on a Luke supplied big fluffy towel. I grabbed another cracker, some cheese, and a grape. Clyde filled the air with sweet smelling cigar smoke. Lukas looked back and forth between us.

I asked "What's on your mind, champ?"

"Dominance and submissiveness."

Clyde said "Holy shit sport, when you're thinking about something you go for the gold, don't you?"

"Well, I look at you two and Clyde tops most of the time."

"I've only bottomed once, Luke," he said, leering at me.

"Would you do it again, sir?"

"For Stuart? Any time he wants, or I want for that matter. He's my mate."

"So what IS dominance, or submissiveness?"

I scooted closer to Luke on the bench so our shoulders were touching. "It's self defined, hopefully mutually and consensually between two people. That kind of relationship can have hard and fast rules, like who carries the groceries, and who does the laundry. Some people take it as far as Master and Slave, or Owner and servant. Others, like Clyde and me, we don't much care for rules so much as we care about mutual respect. He's bigger and stronger than me and that turns me on, but I'm faster and in some ways more physical than him, and that turns him on, because I like sharing that with him a lot. We shift our roles all day long depending on what's necessary, like he did when he doled out responsibilities this morning and reminded everyone that he is facilitating what I need to do to help all of us. It can be complicated if you try to define it, but living it does not have to be."

I looked at Clyde and he smiled. "So now that I didn't really give you a firm answer, why do you ask?"

"I just always thought it meant ropes and gags and collars and whips and with you guys I get the feeling that it's there, but like you said... it's not defined. You both are sort of dominant people but not forceful at all. Clyde is very big and scary but very gentle with it, except with Brad." He laughed.

Clyde chuckled. ""And we don't have any whips."

"But as you saw from my bruises earlier, he only submits reluctantly"

Luke's eyes got wide and he looked at Clyde.

Clyde burst out laughing. "Don't let him fool you Luke. I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. I wanted to feel him inside me, part of me, me part of him, mutually sharing our digging each other, but the mating thing caused us both to lock together very tightly, beyond our control, and it went on for a very long time. Like he said, I'm bigger and stronger, and in the process... he got... a little broken."

"And I loved every minute of it." I smiled

Clyde got very serious and leaned down and looked into Luke's beautiful blue eyes. "Lukas, are you trying to define who you are and your place in this world?"

Luke's eyes got very big and his eyebrows raised. "I hadn't thought of it that way, but yes, sir, I guess I am."

"Let me propose something to you, Master Lukas, sir," offered Clyde.

"Yes sir?"

"Let's not between the three of us require any definitions other than that of mutual respect. Would that be acceptable to you?"

Luke sat up, and leaned back, relaxed, smiling. "Yes, sir. I would very much prefer that. Thank you."

`He was afraid that he would have to be our subordinate to be friends with us.'

`Beaten so hard he expects it at every turn.'

`Yes.'

`You are very good, Clyde. You care.'

`I keep good company.'

I leaned over and kissed Lukas. "This doesn't mean you're going to refuse KP, does it?" I laughed.

"Oh no sir. I love to cook!"

"Thank God, because I haven't tasted Clyde's steaks yet but... " I made a very frightened face.

They both laughed.

About this time, who should show up but Mutt and Jeff. Brad and Cody. Cody was still wearing his shooter's glasses. They heard us talking and came straight to the back of the bat cave rather than taking the right to go up to the cabin.

`I'll take this.'

"Gentlemen."

Brad being the smart ass, said "Y'all look like a boy scout campout. where are the s'mores?"

"Camp Clyde. Lukas helped us stock it from the larder." I took my time turning my head to Cody and regarded his expression. "I hope you don't mind but we took the apartment and stocked it from your supply rooms."

His expression didn't change a bit. "I think that's a great idea. Five in a bed is a bit much."

I nodded. "We were just discussing food. Are y'all hungry?"

"Starving" said Cody

"Luke, go get the coals ready to make steaks and set them out to come to temperature. I will show you how to cook them like a fancy restaurant. Lay out the table like Clyde likes. We'll be up in a little bit. OK?"

"Yes, sir!" He took off like a shot.

`You take it from here.'

"Beer in the fridge, Brad," Clyde pointed to the door. "You want anything Cody?"

"A beer would be good. thanks."

"Pull up one of your chairs."

I got up and got Clyde's glass and looked at him. He nodded. I grabbed mine, noticed his cigar was still ok. Clyde was sitting in his chair smiling at Cody as I walked into the apartment.

"How did the range go?"

"Brad is satisfied with my accuracy but not my technique. He's very good."

"He ought to be. He's Special Forces."

"I know."

"Did he tell you that?"

Cody looked at the floor and back up at Clyde. "No."

"I didn't think so but any recently physically modified man who you have a wardrobe of clothing for prior to arrival I figure you know a little bit about."

Cody looked at Clyde with questions in his eyes.

Clyde looked right back, right into Cody's eyes. He deliberately didn't remove his gaze and waited. For us to return.

We did, drinks distributed, Brad had grabbed some crackers and cheese to go with the beer and sat the plate on the table. Cody and Clyde were still having a stare down. Brad looked at the two of them and asked very slowly "What's up, Boss?"

"I'm waiting for Cody to tell us that, bud." I lit up and handed Clyde the lighter.

"Take your time, big man. We have a half hour before the steaks come to room temperature."