Chasing the Dragon Ch. 01

"Helen, I'm gonna-"

"I know! Cum inside me!"

Beez felt his... climax?... coming, and panicked. With no other options he could think of, he reached down and grabbed his pants just in time to squirt two jets of... cum?... into the crotch of his pants. He frowned when he realized it'd be impossible to pick out that stain against the other ones he'd put there today.

By the time he looked back, Tay was flopped down in a chair, looking completely lost while Roxie was facing away and fixing her body suit. Beez quickly slipped back over to the wall he'd been propped up against before, slurped down almost all of the remaining liquid, and pretended to still be asleep. A few seconds after that Roxie came striding out.

"Beez! Wake up!"

"Wha-wha... What?" He thought he'd done a pretty good acting job, and Roxie seemed none the wiser, although her grin deepened just a hair.

"C'mon! We've gotta get moving, and that should tide you over until we get back." The boy didn't need to fake wobbly legs as he stood, and he couldn't stop from checking out his pants to see how noticeable the stain was. "Don't worry about that. I'll have The Motherfucker whip something up for you when we get there."

"The... who?"

"Don't worry about it. Lets just get mo-"

"Helen!!?" Tay shouted from the other room a second before he burst out, still naked. "Helen, I...oh..."

"Helen's dead, Tavius." Roxie looked extremely sympathetic as she put a hand on his shoulder. "Four years now."

"I'm... I'm so sorry." He looked crestfallen. "I just had the most vivid dream that she was here..."

"Nope, just us. We're gonna get going, ok?"

"Yeah...yeah. I'm sorry I couldn't do more, but... Feel better, kid." Tay waved weakly before turning around and heading back the way he came.

"You gonna be ok?" The sincerity in her voice was thick, but Tay merely waved again. Roxie nodded at the door, and they left.

***

As she led him through another rats nest of streets without natural light, Beez thought more about sex than he ever had in his life. He was 18; he should be calling them other names besides penis, vagina, and climax. He knew other words for those things, but it's funny what things come to mind when you've never realized how dorky being clinical is. He resolved to call them more serious names next time... Next time he what, watched Roxie roofie someone? He thought that maybe he'd be just as happy if he never saw that again...

It was hard to get his mind off sex. Everywhere he looked, big breasted women were beckoning at him, bending over in his direction, and promising him a good time. He couldn't help but stare. They were so big...

"Figures," he heard Roxie mumble as she glared at him over her shoulder.

Breast size wasn't the only oddity though. He saw people with only one eye socket (the other part of the face being smooth), women with three breasts, and women with no breasts (although they might have been men). He saw people with fantastically-colored eyes and hair, every shade he'd ever seen done with a dye job or contacts, but it something told him this was more permanent and natural.

Everyone had always said that The Bottom was full of mutants and degenerates, but he had always pictured something more like Quasimodo, something that didn't look so... so close to normal. This was more like the set of a science fiction vid... There were even little kids running around, although one of them was missing her nose and the boy she chased laughed through a mouth with no teeth. It was seedy, no doubt, but not as awful as he'd thought when he first escaped down here.

***

Beez thought they might have been travelling in a giant circle, not because they kept turning in the same direction, but because no matter how far they went, everything looked the same. One bland concrete building after another after another with barely any discernable features. He still hadn't gotten the hang of being down in The Bottom. His eyes had adjusted to the artificial light quickly enough, but he deeply missed the sun. The way it felt warm on his skin. The way it felt on his eyeballs. The more he thought about things he missed from up top, the sadder he felt.

"You're doin great, Beez. We're almost there, although we need to be careful soon."

"I thought... You said it was safe where we were going!"

"It is safe. Once we get inside."

"Well... what's outside?"

"Mr Bubbles."

"Mr.. Mr Bubbles?!"

"Shhh! Not so loud!" Beez did not to what to make of this woman. She ran blindly, gleefully into gun battles, but something named Mr Bubbles...? Then he realized he hadn't seen another living soul in at least a few miles.

After a few more blocks, the buildings gave way to a massive debris pile. The top of the pile disappeared in the poor light of The Bottom. Some of the mess was from a collapsed building. Girders and concrete pillars poked out everywhere like the ribs of a decaying behemoth, but loose trash of every sort filled the space in between. Beez found himself following closer and closer behind Roxie... so close that when a primal scream tore through the silence and Roxie came to a stop, Beez walked right into her. She barely budged as he bounced off.

For a long minute Roxie stood perfectly still, except for her head which swiveled this way and that. She took two tentative steps forward before another scream, much louder than the first one, rang out. It felt like his blood turned to ice.

"RUN!"

Roxie had her guns out in a flash, and her eyes tracked a ridge running parallel to them. Deeper and deeper into the dump they ran, with Roxie occasionally firing shots off into the dark. His eyes burned from the flash of her gunfire. The awful noises Mr Bubbles was making as he shadowed them was enough encouragement to squeeze the last bits of strength out of Beez, but he didn't know how much farther he could go. Finally, as they rounded the umpteenth corner, he saw a section of the rubble rise up at their approach.

"GO!"

Roxie spun around 20 feet from the entrance, both guns blazing. He could hear a small avalanche of trash falling behind him as Mr Bubbles finally dropped down to their level. 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet, and then he was inside! Just as he was passing underneath it, a solid metal door began to descend. His relief at reaching safety turned to fear as he looked over his shoulder. The door was lowering past his shoulder-level, and he could see Roxie's feet charging from still quite a distance. He couldn't bear to watch, but the sound of her sliding underneath the door was unmistakable.

Roxie immediately bounced up on her feet and kicked the door. "Booyaa, asshole!" A deep, resounding thud was answered by the muted-but-still-audible sound of Mr Bubbles thrashing at the other side of the door.

"That was the most terrifying thing that's ever happened to me," the boy puffed. All of his clothes were drenched. Mostly in sweat. He had his hands down on his knees, barely supporting himself, while Roxie danced around the door, thrusting lewdly and taunting the beast. Beez had just barely gotten a look at him right at the end. His shattered teeth and bloodshot eyes were really the only features he remembered, but he was sure he'd see more of him in his nightmares.

"Ooooh yeah! That never gets old! Wooo!" Even Roxie was puffing a little bit. She had her arms raised up over her head in triumph. "Doesn't that make you feel ALIVE?!"

Beez just shook his head and gasped for air. This woman is insane, he thought.

"C'mon, I didn't save your life just to let you get killed by a rabid chimp."

"It sure felt like it!!"

"Alright, alright. Settle down." Roxie looked...impressed? by his little outburst? "You've gotta have your game face on when you meet The Motherfucker."

"The...What?! I thought you said it was safe!!"

"Safe is a relative term. C'mon. Lets get you some threads!" Roxie walked off down a hall, heading deeper into the compound.

"It is not a relative term! It's an absolute!"

"Yeah yeah..." Beez stood there for a minute. Mr Bubbles had not yet given up his tirade outside, so the boy was left with no choice but to follow. He was not prepared for what he found.

The first room was a luxurious living room, complete with couches, a screen that covered an entire wall, and unless he was mistaken, a sound system that populated every corner of the room. This was nicer than his parents home up top...

All of the electronics were smooth, lacking buttons or digital displays. Roxie went over to a black box and tapped at a corner that looked exactly like everything else around it, and the speakers hummed to life with music Beez didn't recognize. At first, it just sounded like beeps and clicks, but a rhythm and melody emerged unexpectedly that made his eyebrows rise up. He hadn't pegged Roxie as a music lover. She continued on past a kitchen that seemed just as sleek as the previous room, albeit in steel and chrome rather than wood and plastic. A hallway branched off past the kitchen to a series of rooms Beez guessed were bedrooms, but they continued past that as well.

"Wait... Is this your home?"

"Duh!"

"Where did you get all this stuff?!" He said, staring back over his shoulder at the kitchen. Food would be nice...

"I'm a thief. I stole it." That tracks, he thought, as they descended down a staircase. She paused at the bottom and looked back at him. "Now, before you meet The Motherfucker, I need you to focus. He's going to try and trick you. He's going to try and turn you against me. He's very, very clever, but he's harmless if you just ignore him."

"If we're going to ignore him, why are we going to see him?"

"Because he makes all my stuff," she said, looking baffled. "Duh."

Beez gave an exasperated sigh as she rapidly tapped her fingers on an empty section of the wall, and a door beside him slide in and to the side.

"Well well well," came a crisp, clear voice with a British accent. "Fresh meat."

"Back off, Motherfucker." Roxie entered first, heading immediately towards a massive table in the middle of the room. Beez stepped lightly inside the room, looking back and forth.

"Isn't he just the cutest little thing you ever did see?" The voice seemed to be coming from everywhere, dripping with a venomous glee.

"Can it!" Roxie said, glancing to her left. Along that wall was a massive server rack. In the middle of it was a large red glass ball. Roxie began tapping on the table. From a few feet behind her, he could tell she was manipulating a touchscreen that seemed to be built into the surface of the table, but he couldn't see it and had no idea what she was doing with it.

"I presume this is Master Zimmer, then?"

"Y-y-yes." Beez still hadn't found anyone else in the room, although he thought the cameras in each of the corners could be broadcasting his image to somewhere else. That wasn't a fun thought...

"Ooooh, he can talk too! The complete package!"

"Don't listen to him," Roxie said over her shoulder.

"I think this boy looks smart enough. He doesn't need some thrill-seeking revenge junky to do his thinking for him, now does he?" There was something about that red ball. Something was moving inside of it... Roxie was engrossed in whatever she was doing as Beez walked slowly towards the ball. It seemed to swirl, like a snow globe full of red sand. He raised his hand towards it...

Roxie's hand came down unexpectedly on his shoulder, roughly jerking him backwards. "Don't touch The Motherfucker!" Beez turned to face the server rack again. The red ball seemed to glow menacingly for a moment. "Jeebus, kid!"

"Wait, it's an AI?"

"Sharp. As. A. Tack." If it was being sarcastic, it was also extremely dry.

"If you have an AI, what do you need a hacker for? Couldn't you just let him do-"

"Absolutely not," she cried, turning around from her work again. Her eyes looked crazed. "Never hook The Motherfucker up to ANYTHING. He's a mega-maniacal monster!"

The machine laughed darkly and the red light pulsed again. Beez thumped back against the table as he considered his position. At least two corporations wanted him dead, and he was trapped inside a compound with a killer robot by a killer monkey. On top of all that was the certainty that Roxie was the one that was going to get him killed. It all seemed so silly...

"He's already cracking, Roxanne my love. You've made a mistake bringing him here!"

"One!"

"Your threats are meaningless!" The voice spoke quickly, with much more anger than before.

"Two!"

...and then there was silence. The red ball pulsed rapidly, but remained quiet. After several minutes, one of the smaller systems in the corner began to hiss and hum. Roxie walked over next to it and folded her arms tightly across her chest. Beez joined her, although he kept peering over his shoulder at the red ball fearfully. He was almost certain he could still hear it laughing, but Roxie made no move to silence it again. The humming ramped up, and with a snap-hiss, the cover of the machine lifted to reveal a blue bodysuit. At a glance, Beez thought it might fit him, although he had no idea how she'd gotten his measurements.

"C'mon. Take it and lets go." The boy was only too happy to comply. "I'll be back later for some refills," She said aloud.

"Oh, I can't wait, my love." It sounded more like 'cahn't'. The door shut behind them just as The Motherfucker began laughing again.

"I can see why you call him that," Beez said, deeply grateful to be out of that room. He'd had the most unsettled feeling that the machine had been watching him closely from a dozen angles, tracking movement, heart rate, body temp, brain activity, and a thousand other indicators. It was...invasive. "He's an asshole."

"That's not why I call him that." She shook her head at him and bounced back up the stairs, unburdened by the encounter. The boy had never been so confused in his entire life. "C'mon! I'm gonna cook some food!"

"Can I change while you do that?" Beez trudged up the stairs, feeling every ache and bump.

"Well you're not coming in my kitchen wearing those clothes, so I would hope so! Maybe take a shower while you're in there too! Oh! But before you do..." Roxie came jogging out of the kitchen with a little green box in her hand. The boy recoiled at first. "How about a nice juice box?"

Tentatively, he took the juice box. How old does she think I am, he wondered. There was no brand name on it. Just a picture of a blond haired boy skipping with the word 'Weeeee!' in a talk bubble on all four sides. The boy kind of looked like him... Roxie stood there grinning at him until he nodded, confirming that he would, in fact, drink it, before jogging back into the kitchen.

"Drink it first so you don't pass out in the shower!"

He sighed and turned down the hallway. The door to the room at the end of the hall was half-open and, by the look of it, was Roxie's. He tried the first door, but it was locked. The second door seemed to be an unoccupied bedroom, so he went inside and shut the door behind him.

Beez stripped down naked and threw his clothes in a pile on the corner. He laid the bodysuit down on the bed and stretched it out to its full shape. The Motherfucker had probably been measuring him from the second he walked in the door. Beez popped the straw in the box and took a tentative sip. Apple. Interesting...

He was surprised to find that the bathroom attached to the bedroom was laid out just like his bathroom at home. That might have even been the same shower curtain. The hot water was a delight he'd been worried he might never experience again, although for the life of him, he couldn't remember why. It was just so great to be home...

***

"Brandon!"

Beez quickly covered himself with the towel he'd been drying his legs with. Had he left the door open by accident? "Moooom!"

"How original," she smirked, but her smile quickly returned. His mother was wearing a very thin negligee... He'd noticed his mothers full bosom and red lips before. He'd even fantasized about her coming to him like this, but to have it actually happen was almost beyond belief!

"Your father's going to be gone on a trip for a few days, so I need you to be the man of the house for a while." The way she walked towards him, one foot planted straight in front of the other, reminded him of a large cat, like a panther, stalking. "Do you think you can do that for me, Brandon?"

Beez nodded as she stopped right in front of him. His mother felt shorter somehow, but she usually wore heels so it didn't seem odd. He started to roll up on his toes to kiss her, but she turned her head slightly as she knelt down in front of him. The hand holding up his towel trembled as she wrapped her fingers around the bottom of it and tugged.

"Oh, that's wonderful," she said as the towel fell away, eyeballing his... manhood?... maybe. "I wasn't expecting that."

"Is it ok?" Beez hadn't known what to think of his manhood. The other boys in the locker rooms always turned away before getting dressed. The men in porn vids all seemed much bigger, but his mother never lied to him...

"It's more than ok, son. It's perfect." She wrapped her fingers around his stiffy?... no. Cock? Much better. His cock had just started to rise. "That's a good thing, too. Momma's hungry!"

When she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the tip, he nearly fell over. It felt like she was french kissing him! Beez rapidly clenched and unclenched his fists. He reached hesitantly for her head, but settled his hands on her shoulders a moment later. She made an "Mmmmmmmmm" sound as her tongue flicked rapidly up and down, toying with the hole in the tip.

"Oh mom..."

"Mmmmmmm"

"Can I cum in your mouth?" Nailed it.

"Mmmmmm! Of course dear!" Her hand stroked him rapidly while her lips were otherwise in use, but as soon as she was done talking, they wrapped right back around the tip. He was a little glad she hadn't gone much farther than that, because he might have finished on the spot if she went past it and he really wanted to make a good impression. He very much wanted to be a good man of the house.

He loved the view. With his mom staying out at the tip, her breasts seemed to push out beside it. It looked like his manhood was laying along her cleavage, which was hoooooot to think about. He considered asking to be allowed to push his cock in between her luscious breasts, but he didn't want to pressure her. Not so soon. Save something for next time, he told himself.

He started to feel a clenching down inside himself, and Beez rapidly tapped his mother on the shoulder. "Mom... Mom... Mom! MOM!"

His mother just looked up at him, cheeks drawn inward as she sucked and sucked and sucked. His chin shook as he tried to think of something cool to say, but it came out as "Aaeeeeeiioooooooooooo..." His mothers eyes closed bashfully as he spurted into her mouth, and she purred in between swallows. Then she she licked at him while he sighed endlessly.

"Mmmmmmm, that hit the spot, Brandon! Thank you!"

"Y-y-your welcome!" Why was she thanking him?! "Thank you too!"

"Oh, don't thank me just yet. Being the man of the house isn't just about giving. It's about taking too." Beez blinked absently, not really listening to what she was saying. Yes. Taking. Definitely. When she stood up and took his hand, Beez drifted along behind her with barely a coherent thought. Oh. Yes. The bed. Good idea. "Now just bend over the edge, dear." Beez did as he was instructed, kneeling down and bending over. Something pressed against his butt cheeks.