Journey of Rick Heiden Ch. 37-38

"So, that's why they called you Pony."

"Yeah, I don't know much about animals, since I never grew up around any, but I hadn't quite realized I fit in that category."

I unfolded the jumpseat by the open hatch, and we dropped our pile of fruit into it. We sat on the edge of the hatchway and started eating the fruit. They tasted delicious, and since they had no core to deal with, you could eat the whole thing right up to where it had attached to the tree.

"So, what happened?" I asked.

"Well, they slid this device on me until I came out the other end, to masturbate me with the thing, and it felt alright but not great. Apparently, when I was unconscious, I hadn't taken long to give them the sample, and this was the point when I realized I had them. Having been sexually enhanced and having had a lot of experience with sex where I would have the goal to pleasure my mate for as long as possible, I can make myself last for a long time. I couldn't hold out forever, but let me tell you, I made them work hard for every sample they got from me."

For as much as I found what they had done to Cadmar appalling, his telling of it was funny, and the more he told throughout our meal, the funnier it got.

"During the first time," Cadmar said, "while the two guys struggled with it. They traded off every five minutes or so, to keep going with this device. After a good forty-five minutes, the guy working the device at the time asked me, 'Are you going to give us the sample or not?' Now, the guard had been standing off to the side in silence the whole time, just shaking his head, and when he asked me that, the guard started laughing, and said to him, 'You may be jacking him off with that thing, but he's fuckin' with you.'"

As Cadmar continued his story, we ate and laughed at what he had put the lab techs through all that time. Somewhere along the way, I began to feel a bit giddy and strange in a way that I had never experienced.

As a phenomenon of the vicissitudes of fate, my new enhanced memory kicked in that evening. Without it, I wouldn't have recalled one moment of those next hours but recalling them after the fact remained my sole means of remembering them. Like a twisted version of Cassandra's curse, rather than knowing a future I could do nothing to stop, I had a perfect recall of those next hours that began somewhere in the middle of Cadmar's story. And I had to live with the curse of knowing what happened only in retrospect. I remember what we said, the laughs we had, all the feelings and sensations that occurred, but since I remembered the past when I woke up, it left me powerless to do anything about it.

We ate half the fruit we picked, and I felt a bit giddy. We chatted and laughed at Cadmar’s story. Afterward, he decided to take a swim in the lake, so I joined him. We undressed putting our clothes and boots into the ship to keep them dry from the impending rainstorm—that seemed the last sensible thing that happened that evening. I couldn’t help but feel attracted to Cadmar and his muscular body; he looked so handsome in the light of the ship, and I wanted his big, beautiful dick, but I had never seen him erect, and he certainly hadn’t seen me. By the time Cadmar had removed all his clothing, I had an erection so stiff it did its best to rise upward, but having equinized myself, it wouldn’t rise much at all. It just reached closer to my knees, and I didn’t care if he saw.

“You’re nearly as big as me,” he said.

Although still somewhat flaccid, his dick looked spongier. I left the starboard hatch open, and the exterior lights on that faced the sea and our campsite. Cadmar jumped into the water, and I jumped in after him.

He emerged, breaking the surface, water glistening on his body. I have little doubt my stare must have told him how much I wanted him.

“You like what you see,” he said, as he stood in front of me.

“Of what I see,” I said.

“I have more, why don’t you take a look.” He knocked my feet from under me and shoved me down into the water.

We had lots of horseplay, and eventually, I found myself locked in a passionate embrace with him in the water.

Cadmar had six inches of height on me, so he bent down a little to kiss me. He picked me up, carrying me to the shoreline, he laid on the rocky ground while I lay on top of him. I could feel his penis past my navel, outreaching mine by inches.

His soft lips kissed me, and I loved his beard. He held me tight and brushed his lips on my ear whispering, “I want you.”

“I want you,” I said in reply. I moved down Cadmar’s thick pecs, nibbling at his nips, I nursed at them. He responded by pressing my head to his chest. I only stayed there long enough to discover he loved it and moved further downward. At his sternum lay the head, thick and meaty. I pressed it to my face and took a deep inhale through my nose. Even after a dip in the lake, he smelled delicious. I grabbed it with both hands. It had a slightly more prominent head than at the bottom. I wasn’t sure I could get it into my throat, but I was going to give it a damn good try. But try as I might, it would not go past the back of my throat. He seemed happy with the attempt despite the failure.

Precum ran from the tip, and I contented myself with drinking it down as I sucked and slurped the top inches of his cock, but he had something else in mind.

“I want you,” he said, as he pulled my head from his pony-sized penis with a loud pop. He picked me up and carried me to the ship. He put me facedown into the walkway behind the cockpit. Opening my cheeks, he dug his tongue into my ass. I squirmed as he worked my hole with his mouth. He covered the opening with his mouth and pushed spit into me. I knew what he wanted, and it had been too long. I wanted him inside me. When satisfied that he had me lubed, he moved up placing the tip at my entrance rubbing it around.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. Badly.”

“Once it goes in, it doesn’t come out till I’m done.”

“I won’t want it out. Fuck me, Cadmar.”

He lubed my ass with his precum and slowly began to push. He started to gain entry, so he pulled out and then drove back in. When he reached depths never obtained by anyone else, I felt a bit of pain, but he kept doing this until he had the entire shaft inside me. He had me stretched full, and without letting me grow accustomed to it, he fucked me. He fucked me as no one had ever fucked me. He pitoned my hole soundly and sometimes at a speed that I felt I would catch fire. He varied the intensity sometimes ramming it in and other times a lazy even pace but invariably, all the way out to the head and all the way back in, a tireless machine. The quantity of precum he released inside me kept things smooth and easy, regardless of how long he fucked. He drove his meat into my hole rapidly, and the sound of his grunting and groaning told me he would cum soon. He shoved it all the way in, and I moved at least an inch forward from the force of the thrust. With his orgasm over, he put his feet on both sides of my pelvis as I remained prone on the floor, and he started again from his squatted position. The head kept hitting my prostate and had me on the edge of cumming. This time he never varied his thrusts but sustained the intensity and rhythm of the fuck he was throwing me. I was shaking from the sensations he gave me with every thrust of the magnificent beast he carried in his pants. A cock like none I had ever had, attached to a man to whom I couldn’t help but admit my attraction.

Over half an hour later, he came close to orgasm again; his breathing became labored, and he quivered. He stopped, rammed into me several times, and I knew he was breeding me. We crawled backward out of the ship, never leaving my ass. I stood while he stood behind me. I felt him throb inside of me as his hands touched my body. He slowly began again, and this time he grabbed my hips and forced me back onto him. I tried to hold onto the ship while he fucked me, but I had nothing substantial to grasp. He was thrusting hard, and I never wanted him to stop. He fucked like that for several minutes, but he moved me onto the ground and rotated me around with his cock to the hilt. He had my ass in the air and my legs over his shoulders. He kissed me, and as he began again, it started to sprinkle. The ship automatically closed the hatch, and the exterior lighting went off. It turned nearly pitch black, but nothing would stop him. His eyes changed to night vision so he could watch my expressions of ecstasy, determined to please me as much as I pleased him. He thrust and thrust and kept thrusting, leaning over kissing me.

The sprinkles turned to rain, but Cadmar continued until he had finished. He began to groan and thrust with more intensity. He rammed into my ass from above me and planted a kiss on my lips, his tongue searching for mine the instant he unloaded.

He picked me up, stuffed full of his huge meat, and he sat facing away from the entrance of the tent. He handed me the long tent flap, and as I held it up, he crawled back into the tent with me lying atop him. He stretched the inflatable canvas a little putting his knees up, but he began to fuck me while I lay face down on top of him. He fucked me like that for at least an hour, and by the time he had his orgasm, we both fell asleep from exhaustion.

I spent a night of pleasure with Cadmar in the act of the most intense and astonishing sex I had ever experienced. I never thought that anyone could surpass David, but he did.

Cadmar had eaten more of the fruit than me and remained asleep when I awoke inside the tent to find myself covered in perspiration, exhausted and immovable lying face down atop Cadmar’s sweaty form, fully impaled on his prodigious truncheon. As it remained dark outside, I couldn’t know the time. The rain poured loudly onto the canopy and the air felt heavy, wet, and stuffy inside the tent.

My head lay upon Cadmar’s pectorals. Although different from David’s, I found his heady scent pleasant to my predilections. His skin felt smooth, and his chest hair tickled my nose. Cadmar’s muscles felt familiar beneath me, as similarities in anatomy would explain, but Cadmar displayed a more sizable body than David. David had remarkable legs, disproportionate in size to the rest of him, but the proximity of Cadmar’s well-balanced physique felt equally arresting, and his thick, bulging pectorals made a comfortable pillow. He held onto me brushing his hands along my back in his sleep.

He must have utilized Aiden’s secret enhancement. It seemed the only reasonable explanation for the duration and intensity of the act unless the fruit contained some other ingredient than a dollop of whatever intoxicating substance held within it.

If I had the memory of what happened when it was happening, I might have felt guilty. However, I found it hard to feel guilty when it felt like it happened to someone else. When I awoke the first time, I hadn’t the wherewithal to do the right thing. My exhaustion forced me to accept the situation and sleep until either Cadmar woke up or I found some reserve energy.

I slept soundly after that, but I also had vivid dreams. In one, I dreamt that I named my ship the Berlioz, and I did the next day. I awoke again hours later, just after dawn. The rain had stopped, and I laid in the same position as before. I knew Cadmar had awakened when I heard him scratch his beard.

I looked up at him and whispered. “How long have you lain awake?”

“Two hours and twelve minutes,” he whispered back. “My eyes mark the time on everything.”

“Of course, they do.” When I learned anything new about Cadmar’s synthetic eyes, it no longer surprised me. “You laid there all this time, so I could sleep?”

“I didn’t know what to do,” he said. “I have my cock buried in your ass, and I feel conflicted.”

“We shouldn’t have eaten that damn fruit,” I said. “We may not have chosen this, but I guess we’re going to affect one another now.”

He pulled me upward beneath my arms, and my body slid a few inches up the shaft. He kissed me, and whispered, “I’ve known you affect me since our conversation on the plane on our way to Japan. I didn’t say anything because it only would have caused trouble.”

“So, are we best friends now?” I asked.

He shook his head a little.

“Okay, I’m not sure I understand,” I said. “I feel confused, and I can’t think with- You need to stop running your hands over my body or this will start up again, and we have important things to take care of.”

He stopped. “You’re right. I apologize.” He turned sideways, and the remaining of his cum-slickened inches slid from my ass. I groaned a little when I dropped to the inflated tent floor.

“Did I hurt you last night?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not accustomed to this.”

“What do you mean? I thought you had sex with your male best friends, that’s why I asked -”

“I never go all the way with them.”

“Right…,” I said, not knowing what to say to that.

“Until now, I reserved that for Tamika.”

“I see.”

“And unlike Tamika,” he said, “you didn’t complain once, no matter how aggressive I got.”

I couldn’t help but notice the stallion ready and raring to go again if I wanted him. “I can see how that might be a problem for you.”

“I really want to do this with you again,” he said, “and soon.” He climbed from the tent.

I took a deep shame-filled breath knowing that, in my weakness, I could not tell him no. What would I say to David?

The sun had fully crossed the horizon at the edge of the lake to the east and would soon hide behind the rain clouds that had passed us. We stood outside the tent, and I watched Cadmar stretch in the full light of the morning sun, his giant meat throbbing, and his muscles flexing. I knew he wasn’t showing off, he wouldn’t have to. He couldn’t help that I found him so tempting. We cleaned up in the lake with the camp soap he brought as best we could and dried off with the towels from our bag. We dressed and packed up our camp.

I felt better when I had important work to focus on. I detected the drone's signal five miles (eight km) west of our location. We would find the portal there. I came in as low as I could and set down so that we could sneak into their camp through a thicket of bushy trees.

I had a whiff of the repulsive odor before we got there, I smelled death. The portal sat at the edge of a grassy meadow right before us. It looked identical to the one in the temple. Dark-colored stones and boulders had settled around it, and a few larger ones rested atop the platform. A body lay on the surface, caught beneath a rock too large to lift. The rain had rewetted a pool of blood around it. I turned away when I saw it. Due to the location, an avalanche could never have buried the portal. It appeared that someone had concealed the portal on purpose, but who might have done that?

Nearby, I saw fresh dirt and two crosses made of sticks stuck in the ground. The two graves, along with the body on the portal, indicated that perhaps two of the five men had survived. Cadmar pointed to the far side of the meadow where one man was kneeling, helping another laying on a pallet beneath a makeshift lean-to built from the remnants of a tent. We didn't find soldiers ready for a fight; they needed help.

We stepped into the meadow. Cadmar had his pistols pulled, and I spoke up. "Would you like assistance?"

I startled the man who didn't appear injured. His head whipped my direction, and I sensed his relief. In his desperation, he hadn't cared if his supposed enemy had rescued him.

I recognized the Hispanic soldier, Lieutenant Lopez, lying unconscious, bruised, and bloodied on the ground. The man helping him, Salvatore Greco, looked no more than 27 years old, his beard had grown, and he had cropped black hair. His dirty, camouflage uniform had rents from the incident. I looked closer. He had no rank designations or other familiar markings which confused me until I saw the subdued patch above his left pocket stitched with the word Phalin. He was a mercenary of Jackson Scott. On closer inspection of Lt. Lopez's uniform, he worked as a mercenary also. No doubt, he insisted on using his rank from some previous military experience. As private citizens, mercenaries wouldn't have official ranks.

Salvatore looked at me with eyes that saw too much death. The poor guy had to cope by himself, with an injured man, and three dead bodies, two of which he found the energy to bury by himself. The last one lay in the open as a haunting reminder of how close he came to dying. Hope tied Salvatore to the portal, and that bound him to the rotting corpse of his compatriot who lay atop it.

Cadmar scanned Lopez with his incredible eyes while I spoke with Sal.

"Did what I could," Sal said, his face reflecting the horrors he had gone through.

"I know," I said, "and you've done well, but you're not alone anymore. We will help you."

"I released two drones," he began to babble between answering my questions, and he spoke in rapid sentences and began shaking. "Our mission here...failure. Wanted help."

"How many drones did you have?" I asked.

"Four," he said as he shook, "Geiger says they're leakin'."

"Yes, we know," I said. "It's not much. May I see the other two?"

He led me to one of the containers the soldiers brought with them. Although dented and scratched during the incident, the two drones inside looked undamaged. I then saw something that alarmed me. They had attached the drones to a stabilizing structure for travel inside the container, bottom to bottom by the magnetic clips that Aiden believed held the EMP generator that destroyed Rom. He was wrong. They hadn't made the clips for a payload, and that meant we had a saboteur in One City. We needed to get those men to the hospital quickly and tell Magnar what I discovered.

"Lopez has a broken clavicle, pelvis, and femur," said Cadmar. "He also has internal bruising, which is seeping blood. They enhanced him, but it didn't have time to complete itself before their arrival. He didn't have enough nanos to protect him, and he doesn't have enough now to keep him alive. He needs the hospital."

"With all those injuries, can we move him safely?" I asked.

"We have to," said Cadmar, "he'll die if we don't."

"Okay," I said and turned to Sal. "We have a lot of questions for you back in One City."

He looked frightened. "I know," he said. "You won't have to torture me."

"Torture you," said Cadmar in disbelief. "Did they tell you we would do that?"

"Yes," said Sal, closing his eyes, he shook his head. "I don't care anymore; I want to leave."

"No one will harm you," said Cadmar.

"I'll get the ship," I said to Cadmar and ran into the woods.

I brought the ship closer and opened the hatches. The floor in front of the jumpseats would feel hard, but it had room for Lopez if Sal minded his feet while strapped into a chair. We had difficulty moving him. It took all three of us to lift and shift him around. In Sal's weakened state, he couldn't help much. Major Palmer didn't send them enough rations, and Sal hadn't slept well. It amazed me he had the energy to dig two graves.

Sal knew nothing of the time differential or that Jiyū had 29 and ½ hour days. They told them nothing of real importance, and they lied enough to make him afraid of us and not believe what we told him. He expected to have relief and more resources from Earth the day after his arrival. That didn't happen, and he considered himself abandoned the morning we found him. The more he told me in his abrupt, anxiety-ridden staccato, the more I figured the military used them as expendable test subjects. Sure, they had a mission if they survived, but Major Palmer couldn't know they would. Now that the military on Earth had the Sancy, and time to uncover the portal's location, if they knew the diamond's purpose, they could have attempted to come through at any moment.