12 comments/ 145568 views/ 66 favorites The Tribe By: pronsicle As an outsider, I can see how the whole thing could be seen as strange or taboo. But having gone through the experience myself, albeit against my will, I would like to think I have a better understanding of it. Let me explain, because I know it all sounds confusing to you. It all started about ten years ago. My dad and I were vacationing in Africa. Well, it wasn't really a vacation for him -- he was sent there to do some business, but rather than leave me home with my alcoholic mother, he decided to take me with him. I think it was a decision he regretted for the rest of his life. We were a few days into the trip, when in the middle of the night we both heard a commotion in the bushes. Before we could even say anything to each other, we were surrounded by a group of very big men who I could only assume were part of a neighboring tribe. Bags made out of straw were thrown over both of us and we were dragged out into the jungle. That's pretty much all I remember. I woke up what must have been the next day. I couldn't tell what part of day it was, I just knew the sun was out and it hurt my eyes. The bag wasn't covering me anymore, but my arms and legs were bound by some sort of twine which prevented me from moving around much. I was in some sort of hut, but I was alone. My dad was nowhere to be found. After wiggling around for a bit and trying to get a hold on my surroundings, I realized the futility of the situation and just stopped. I cried for a little bit to myself, screaming intermittently and asking where my dad was although I knew they probably wouldn't, or couldn't, answer me. Just then, a man came into the hut. He gave me a quick glance-over, mumbled something, and signaled to the man outside to take me out. I saw him grab for me and I screamed, but it was no use. Before I knew it, I was hit in the head with some sort of a blunt object and dragged out of the hut. I woke up in a bigger hut, this time with all sorts of wooden and metal tools surrounding me. It took my eyes a little bit to adjust, but when they fully opened I realized there were a number of men surrounding me and staring. A few were making comments, but I couldn't really understand them. Finally, someone spoke to me in English. "Are you American, boy?" the man said, using his long, black fingers to hold up my chin. "Yeah," I replied with a heavy stammer, unable to control my nerves. The man looked at his cohorts and let out a chuckle. He then looked back at me and said something I'd never forget: "Well, you should have stayed there." With that, they left. I was so scared, I pissed myself. Almost immediately afterward, I passed out from fear. When I woke up, that same man was sitting next to me. He was on a chair, carving a long branch into what looked like a large flute. I watched him do this for some time, saying nothing. He had a fire lit next to him, and there was a pot. Inside the pot, there was some sort of a wax substance that he occasionally stirred with a large spoon that he had laying on the floor. He kept looking at me and smiling as he carved with his knife. I sat up and finally got the courage to ask him what had been on my mind for quite some time. "What are you going to do to me?" All he did was smile. He continued to carve for a few seconds, but then he stopped to stir the pot. After he put the spoon down, he looked at me. "We're going to initiate you." I was confused. "Initiate me into what?" I asked. He looked at me sternly. "You and your father came to a place you weren't supposed to come to. It's been our people's policy not to deal with outsiders. Normally, we kill them. But in your case, we've decided to make an exception and make you and your father one of us." I should have been at ease with a statement like that, but I wasn't. He spoke again, this time as he dipped the flute-like object into the pot. "If you're up for it, that is." "Please, don't hurt me!" I shouted. It was all I could think to say. "No one's going to hurt you," he assured me. "As long as you do what we tell you to." I started to tremble noticeably. "I'll do anything. Just please don't hurt me or my dad." With that, he took the flute, or whatever it was, out of the pot. It was covered with the wax-like substance and looked like a giant rod of some sort, with a tip. After staring at it for a few minutes, I realized that it was a dildo. I don't know why, because I sure as hell was scared, but I got a tingling sensation in my pants just from looking at it. The man must have noticed this, because he smiled again. He walked over to me and started to take off my clothes. I protested, but there was nothing I could do. After my clothes were off, he threw them into the fire that still was burning slightly beneath the pot. As I watched my clothes go up in flames, I didn't notice that the man had moved behind me. He took his finger and started to press it against my hole. I squirmed and started to cry out when I first felt it, but my screams were muffled by his hand now covering my mouth. I tried to wiggle around, but I was still bound so I couldn't really go anywhere. He took his finger and slid it into my ass until he built up a rhythm. A few seconds later, he slid another finger in as I winced. I breathed heavily into his hand as it covered my mouth. My breath was hot. He moved his hand from my face and pried my mouth open with his fingers, slipping a few in as he slipped a third finger into my ass. I cried out again, but this time my muffled scream again produced a tingling sensation in my cock. I was petrified as I felt myself starting to get hard. My ass was getting a little wet too, giving his three fingers all the lubrication they needed. He had a good rhythm going on -- back and forth his fingers went in my asshole, stretching it out slowly, while at the same time having his long fingers keep my mouth busy. I let out what sounded like a moan. The next thing I knew, my dick was completely hard. He took his fingers from my mouth and I let out a sigh of relief. He moved his hand down to my dick, made a fist around it, and chuckled. "No wonder your American women love black men so much," he said as he laughed. I didn't get what he was referring to until a little while later. I was too busy being consumed by what was going on. He took his fingers from my ass, and it felt like a huge weight had been taken off of me. He then reached for the dildo that he had just made, touched it, and chuckled. He put the tip of it around the edge of my hole and I felt its warmth as it slowly pushed into my hole. A few seconds later, he pushed the rest of the dildo into me. It must have been about six inches long and about as thick as his three fingers; maybe a little more. He started to push it into my hole and pull it back out with a rapid succession, and I felt my dick getting even harder; something I didn't think was possible considering that it was so hard it actually hurt. With that, he stopped. The dildo remained inside my ass, sticking out. The man got up and came around toward my face. He looked at me and smiled. He then put a blindfold over my face and I started to panic again, but for some reason I didn't lose my hard-on. The next thing I knew, I heard a bit of a scuffle. A few seconds later, I could feel that there were people by my face. I felt something hard rub up against the left side of my mouth for a second and then move across my lips to the right, and then back again. Then I heard a familiar voice. "Open your mouth, boy," he commanded. I did as I was told. I opened my mouth. With that, something long and hard was put in my mouth. It took me a few seconds to realize it was someone's dick. Despite how scared and confused I was, my dick remained so hard it kept pulsating. This made the dildo in my ass move slightly, which caused even more of a sensation. The cock in my mouth was moving faster now, and my mouth did its best to accommodate it. It wasn't even me doing it, it felt like. It was instinctive, like my body knew all along what to do if a cock were ever in my mouth. The man's whose cock it was moaned. He began to fuck my mouth. I felt someone come up from behind me and begin fucking me with the dildo hard, making it go almost all the way out before slamming it back in. I let out a pretty loud, stifled moan. Then the cock in my mouth came. Loads of cum gushed into my mouth. I choked on it a little bit, but instinct prevailed again as my throat opened and I swallowed. My god, I thought. I just swallowed some guy's cum. The next thing I knew, whoever was fucking me with the dildo pushed it hard all the way into my ass for a final time. Cum shot out of my dick. I couldn't see, but I could tell it went far. Some of it splashed on the bottom of my chin as I stayed there on all fours, just like the man had put me earlier. My dick spasms continued as I felt my knees become weak. A few seconds later, I fell to the floor and passed out. The next thing I knew, I awoke to a large group around me. There must have been fifteen men, varying from skinny all the way to fat. Regardless of their stomach sizes, they were all ridiculously tall. They were wearing what looked like skirts made out of straw, but I could still see their cocks stick out from the bottom. God, they're huge. The man who spoke to me before then said something that to this day makes me tingle. "You've still got two more things to do before you're one of us," he said. He pointed at a man standing up, blindfolded in the corner. That man was my dad. I looked at him, stunned. "But I can't do tha..." He covered my mouth before I could finish the sentence. "If you say anything to let him know who you are, we will kill him." I started to tear up a little bit. He laughed. "It's not really that big of a deal," he said. "You already sucked his cock, you know. He came in your mouth just a little while ago." Fear and embarrassment came over me. Was the cock in my mouth before really my father's? What the fuck! "Yea, it was his," the man said as if he were reading my mind. "Trust me, ours are a lot bigger." He laughed again, this time somewhat more maniacally. I was terrified. "What do you want me to do?" I finally managed to say. "He has to fuck you. That's your initiation." "Why would you need him to fuck me to be initiated into your tribe? What kind of a tribe is this?" I asked him, starting to panic even more. He reiterated that I needed to calm down by once again pointing at my father and bringing a knife out of his pocket. "That's what we do here. It's a rite of passage for most boys," he assured me. The other men all looked at me and snickered. He went on. "We don't have women in our village. We never have. Each boy that is here was taken from somewhere else when they were small. Every month, a new boy is brought into our village, and on the night they come, we hold a drawing to see what kind of a man they will be." I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked. They all laughed. "We do this to determine if they will be a girl or a boy." I was still confused. "Huh?" He shook his head and looked at me disapprovingly. "Girl, you are dense." "Why did you just call me a..." I started to ask. I stopped when I realized what he meant. "So you decided I was going to be a girl?" I asked, freaking out. He grabbed me by the arms and moved me toward my dad. "No more talk," he said. "Suck." I looked at him again, and he motioned for me to get to it, using his knife to guide me along. I hesitated for another second, and then took my dad's limp cock into my mouth. I played with it with my tongue for a moment and felt it getting hard. It started to fill up my mouth rather quickly, and as it got harder, I looked at the group of men and saw their faces gleam with approval. My dad let out a moan. I wonder if he knows? I thought to myself. He began to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth. With that, I felt a familiar feeling in my ass as the dildo made its way into my hole. My cock started to stir once again. I couldn't believe I was getting excited again, especially now that I knew I was sucking off my own father. The dildo pulled out of me, and the next thing I know the men grabbed my father. His cock came out of my mouth and he was moved behind me, still blindfolded. They positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass and told him to do the rest. He slid his hard cock into my ass, and I felt my cock get even harder. With that, he started motioning in and out of my hole. He picked up the pace after a few seconds, and before I knew it, he was practically ravaging me. My cock was so hard, it was bouncing back and forth and slapping the side of my leg as my ass moved in motion with my dad's thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping against mine, which caused even more of a sensation. He was holding onto my hips tightly as he fucked me. I let out a moan with each successive pounding motion. He was fucking me so hard I couldn't breathe. And then he started to speed up. "I'm going to cum," he said. The man who spoke told him what to do. "You better cum in that ass, man." He laughed. With that, I felt my dad shake. I felt gushes of his cum shoot inside my ass, even more than he had dumped into my mouth earlier. He came for what must have been ten seconds, and then started moving his cock in and out of my cum-covered insides for a few more moments before he pulled out. There was almost a suction-cup sound that I heard when he finally pulled out. The cum started to flow out, but I stopped it. I clenched my ass muscles. I don't know why. It was almost instinct, like when my mouth had opened for that cock before. Like when my cock got hard when that tall black man was playing with my ass and covering my mouth. I guess I'm gay, I thought. Because I really loved that. I loved that my dad fucked me. I loved that my dad came in my asshole. The cum that made me all those years ago. It was inside me. I didn't even have to touch myself. With that, cum shot out of my dick and I had the best orgasm of my life. My dad was still breathing heavily behind me, blindfolded. The men stood up and clapped. They whistled, too. All in approval of our little performance. The man who spoke came up and took the blindfold off my dad, and then walked away. My dad and I made eye contact. I expected him to freak out when he found out he had just fucked his little boy and came inside of him, but he didn't. "Damn, my little boy can take it like a champ," my dad said, sweating and still shaking from having dumped his load into me. He swatted at my ass and looked at the tribe and laughed. "He's all yours, now!" I was too surprised to really say anything. The next thing I know, I was surrounded by all of the men in the tribe. Their straw skirts were no longer there, and the only thing I could see were a group of large cocks standing around me in a circle. The man who spoke pushed the men aside and said: "Now that he's broken in a little bit, I get to have him first. I mean, I did all the work." The rest of the men all laughed and moved to the side. He came up behind me, spit on his hand and rubbed his cock. Then he started to slide his massive cock into my ass. As soon as it passed the opening, it hit the deposit of my dad's cum that was still in my ass. The cum acted as lube, and his cock shot all the way into me and caused me to make the loudest moan I've ever uttered in my life. It was a combination of a grunt and a scream, but managed to sound appealing to the man, because he started to thrust in and out of me with a great fervor. He fucked me hard for a few minutes, his big black cock slamming in and out of my ass. It hurt so badly, it felt like my ass was being torn apart. But after a while, it just felt numb. And then, it started to feel really good. I started to fuck him back, my ass meeting his cock half way with each thrust. I felt his sweat drip onto my back, and it got me excited. He put his arm around my neck, almost in a chokehold as he railed into me. His other hand was on my hip, slapping my ass with every few thrusts. With that, I looked toward the group of men who were stroking their cocks, patiently waiting for their turn. In that group, I saw my dad, stroking his. With that, I heard the door open and a group of young men, ranging from their late teens to early twenties, all came into the room. The older men all formed a straight line, and each boy went to a different man and dropped to their knees and started to suck their cocks. None of the boys were black, either. The men were all black, but the boys -- I mean, girls -- were all white. What the hell is going on? As I continued to get the fucking of a lifetime, I locked eyes with my dad. He was stroking his cock and playing with himself as he watched me get fucked by this monster cock. The realization that my dad was getting off to me being used like a little slut made me like it even more. With my eyes locked onto his, I moaned loudly. "Oh yea," the man said. "You're a good little slut, aren't you?" he asked as he slammed his cock into me and kept it there. With my eyes still locked onto my dad, I licked my lips. "I love your big cock inside of me," I said, with a sexy tone I didn't even know I had. With that, the man grunted, gripped me tightly, and then pulled out. I took one last look at my dad and then turned toward the man, who began to jerk off with his cock a centimeter from my face. I noticed out of the corner of my eye all of the white boys sucking off their black masters and I got turned on even more. Some of them had begun getting fucked. With that, I felt my cock twitch and a huge succession of cum splashes hit my face. I opened my mouth and let as much of the cum get onto my tongue as possible. The drops that did escape, I pushed back into my mouth with my fingers. I again locked eyes with my dad as I pushed the man's cum around in my mouth. "There's some of yours in here too, daddy," I said. With that, he came over toward me and took his hard cock and shoved it in my mouth. I took my left hand and stroked it as he fucked my face. He moaned and grabbed both sides of my face as he began to fuck my mouth harder. I took my hand off his cock and put it on mine, jerking off furiously. The moans of the other boys as they were getting fucked just added to my ecstasy. My dad shoved his cock all the way down my throat and held it there. He then pulled out and came all over my face. As soon as the first splash of cum hit my cheek, cum shot out of my dick and went all over the floor of the hut. He slapped me in the face with his cock a few times and I tried my best to lick whatever cum was on it every time it came close to my mouth. I held out my tongue in the hopes that he would stick it back in, but he just kept teasing me. "My little boy is such a whore," he said. "I knew it wouldn't be that hard to get you to do this," he added with a laugh. "My little faggot." He slapped my lips with his cock one more time and then pulled away. I felt the discontent pour over me as he moved his cock away from my face. I had to say something to get him to come back. I wasn't done yet. "I'm your whore, daddy. I'm your little faggot," I said as I looked at him, hungrily. He looked at me and smiled. "You know, now that you're initiated into the tribe, you technically belong to me and you have to service me whenever I tell you to. You know you're my personal fucktoy right?" My cock instantly got hard again hearing him say that. "I'm my daddy's fucktoy," I repeated aloud. "My only function in life is to make my daddy cum." The smile on his face was rabid after hearing that statement. He disappeared into the next room and came back with a collar and a leash, which he promptly put on me. He then pulled the leash and motioned for me to move toward the door. In all of what had happened, I had forgotten there was an orgy of big black men and their little white boy toys going on around me. As my daddy dragged me out of the hut, I saw loads of cum splashed onto their faces as they sucked their "daddies" hungrily. The Tribe My daddy dragged me to a new hut that I had never been before. In the corner, there was a bed. In the other corner, there was a video camera. He dragged me over to the bed and threw me onto it, and then took the leash off the collar but left it on me. "Why are you the only white daddy in the tribe?" I asked him. "I mean, why are you the only one who gets to actually be the daddy?" I continued, with a huge grin on my face. "Because, when I was younger, I was here with my dad. And when he was younger, he was here with his dad. It's been a tradition in our family for a couple generations now. They let me leave after a few years of servitude, and I went home and married your mother and had you. And when you were that ripe age, I brought you back here." Wow. This is unbelievable. "I was hoping you would continue the tradition," he said, fiddling around with the video camera. "I couldn't have been more right about you." "Well, daddy," I said as I layed on the bed with my ass in the air. "The only difference between you and me is, in a few years, I'm not going to want to leave. I want to be your little faggot forever." He smiled. "Good. I'm sure those big black cocks you know that are going to be having your mouth and ass aren't hurting either. Well ... your decision, that is." We both laughed. He turned the camera on and walked toward me, his cock already rock hard. "You ready for the other tribes to see you take your daddy's dick like a little whore so they can know what they're going to be fucking?" Oh my god. I'm in heaven. The Tribe's Initiation It was around the turn of the 20th Century and Daddy was a sociologist professor. His main subjects was the tribes in the heart of Africa. Mother died giving birth to me, so it was just Daddy and me. Shortly after I turned 18, Daddy's superiors offered him a position as the lead scientist in an expedition into the deep jungles of Africa. He wanted to send me to a boarding school, while he was gone, but I pleaded and cajoled until he finally gave in and said that I could come with him. After a very long and strenuous journey we finally arrived. The sociologists, the guards and lastly but not least I, were welcomed by the tribal elders. The scientist Daddy was replacing drew him away. As I watched them, Daddy's expression went from amused to alarm in under a minute. Daddy looked at me, then his gaze traveled to someone behind me. I looked over my shoulder and a huge, dark skinned man took a hold of my arms. Scared, I called for my Daddy to help me, but Daddy's colleague stopped him as he tried to come to my aid. I was lead away from my Daddy and into a hut. There a woman bathed me, rubbed some kind of lotion into my skin and dressed me as in a tribal woman's garment. Something weird was happening to me. My body were hot then cold then sizzling hot again. I was embarrassingly wet down there, and I could hardly walk because of the ache inside me. While I was being cleansed the tribe had been preparing a feast. When everything was ready, I was lead to the central hut in the village. It was dark inside the hut and the only thing I could make out were the coals from a low fire. As my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see the shapes of men all around the fire. They sat on mattes on the floor, where as I was seated on a special chair and given a bowl of food. We ate and drank, but when the meal was set aside, a rising anticipation stirred inside the hut. I felt a little lightheaded so I leaned back against the chair's back. I closed my eyes for a second and hands grasped me, holding me in place until I was securely restrained. Yanking, I tried to break free but to no avail. All the while, the simmering arousal I felt in my lower stomach rose to a sizzling high temperature. Looking around I saw that the men were playing some kind of game. The difference was that they were naked now, all of them. Between the dark skinned tribe's men, I spotted the lighter hues of the men that had come with Daddy and me to the tribe. Most of the men were sporting an erection. Some were big others not so, but weirdly enough I was not scared. For every glance at their cocks my arousal rose higher and higher. I was panting with want. I wanted to feel them all inside me, on me, around me. Then they brought Daddy forward. He was naked too and his cock stood proudly past his navel. I could not help it. I wanted it; no, I needed my Daddy's cock inside me. Moaning, I begged him to take me, fuck his little girl and make me his woman. There were cheers and applause. I saw him argue, but I could not hear him over the cheers. I just kept begging him and with each plead I cried out, his resistance faltered; until he knelt between my widespread thighs, cock in hand. Daddy lifted the single cloth barrier left between our sexes and as he whispered his love and apology, he guided his cock into my virgin pussy, taking it and making me a woman. What followed afterwards passed in a blur. They fucked me so many times, I lost count and my orgasms were numerous. My pussy was flooded with so much semen and sometime during that night I got pregnant. Who the father is, I do not know. I do not care. It started with love and it will end in love. Daddy is my man now and when we do not make love he is out in village helping where needed. He caresses my growing baby-bump often and gets more and more passionate for every week that goes by. We are part of the tribe since they adopted us both that very night we came. The Tribunal The room was empty except for the mirror, the projector, the chair, the table with two glass rods, and of course, the Tribunal. It sat across from Bill, clicking its metal fingers and focusing its three electric eyes on him. "William Angler?" it said. Bill licked his lips. "Yes, I am." "Do you know why you are here, William Angler?" "Yes. I've been arrested." The Tribunal's fingers drummed on the tabletop. Bill crushed his felt hat in his hands. "The charges against you are very serious, Mr. Angler. We expect your full cooperation." The machine's eyes were really three cameras recording his every word and move. Officially, the Tribunal was supposed to be a free-willed mechanical entity built to enforce the will of the company, but Bill had heard that it was really an elaborate puppet run by a team of technicians. "I understand," said Bill. "How long have you been an associate of Clark Ashton?" said the Tribunal. "Clark Ashton is my immediate supervisor in the department of hydration and plumbing, I've worked under him for four years." "What is your opinion of him?" This was trickier than it sounded. "I'm sorry, I don't understand the question?" "Do you feel that Clark Ashton is an effective worker for the company?" "Clark is one of the best under-execs I've ever worked with. It always surprised me that he had not been promoted to an executive." Bill paused. "Am I allowed to smoke in here?" "No. When did you first begin to suspect that Ashton was a traitor?" Bill took off his glasses. "First of all, I don't think that term is really appropriate-" "Answer the question." Bill sighed. "Six weeks ago, Clark came to me under the pretense of discussing my career. Before long I realized that his actual purpose was...subversive, in nature." "Show us," said the Tribunal. Bill had been expecting this. He rolled up his sleeves and took hold of the glass rods on the table. They felt warm, then cold, then warm again, and after a few seconds the projector sputtered to life, casting a square of light onto the wall. Before long an image swirled into view, and Bill saw himself and Clark just as they had appeared that night six weeks ago. There he was, bespectacled, awkward, and balding, but still handsome in a scholarly way, and there was Clark, a ginger-haired dandy ten years his junior. They were overlooking the aqueduct, both hugging their overcoats against the wind. A perfect replica of their voices came from the tiny speaker on the projector box: "This is a hell of a place for a meeting, Clark." "I like the view. And the privacy." Clark stopped to light a cigar. "It's a good place to think, you know?" Bill fidgeted with his glasses. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Clark puffed in silence for a few seconds. "You ever think about the future, Bill?" "What do you mean?" "Well, your future for one thing. A guy like you shouldn't be slaving away at this peon's job forever." "I like my job." "But you'd like mine better, wouldn't you?" Bill looked startled, and Clark laughed. "Now, now, I didn't mean it like that. I know you're not looking to cut me out. But you're ambitious, I can tell, and that's good. A man should be ambitious, don't you think?" "If you say so," said Bill. "Problem is," Clark continued, "the way things are run these days, there's not much room at the top for a guy like you. You deserve it, no doubt about that, but you can't climb the ladder with so many people sitting on the rungs." Bill kicked at the railing with the toe his business shoes. "What's your point, Clark?" "This company is sick Bill. The company owns the whole country, roof to cellar, so what's bad for the company is bad for the country. You might say it's our patriotic duty to keep this company healthy, yeah?" "Well, if keeping me in a cubicle is the worst thing the company is doing-" "But it's not. Do you know how many subversion investigations are going on right now? Tens of thousands Bill, and you and I both know that most of them are bad raps. This company is eating itself alive." "Maybe there's good reason." "Did you know that they were investigating you, Bill?" Bill looked up, speechless. "Not that you heard it from me of course," Clark said. "But I know people Bill, I hear things. Your name came up. They threw the whole thing out after a week, but you're one of the lucky ones. Most people, innocent or guilty, once their name comes up, that's it, they're gone, out of a job, and being out of a job might as well be the death penalty around here." Bill stared into the water. "It's bad out there Bill. People are losing faith in us, and the real subversives are gaining ground. You know there's already rumors of bringing back the vote, and replacing the shareholders with a Congress again. Imagine that! Someone has got to do something." Bill looked up. "What are you saying?" Clark flicked his cigar butt into the water. "We're going to make some changes around here. And by we, I mean me and you, and a few other ambitious fellas I've met. It's a dangerous game, but there's something in it for you. Your country needs you. I need you. What do you say, partners?" Clark stuck out his hand. Bill hesitated. He had a wife and kids to think about, and he was a middle manager, not a spy. This kind of cloak and dagger business wasn't for him. Then again, maybe this was just how people got ahead. And it would mean working with Clark more... Without a word, he took Clark's hand, and they shook on it. The projector clicked off. The Tribunal hummed and its cameras whined. "What did Clark Ashton ask you to do?" Bill smoothed his slacks over his thighs. "The, uh, identities of executive-class officers in the company are kept secret for security reasons-" "We are familiar with our own policies," said the Tribunal. "For his plan to work, Clark needed to be able to finger who the top execs were. It was my idea to use the water meters." "Explain." Bill coughed. "Executive suites have luxury baths and high-pressures showers. I know, because I approved their design. So if a home is using twice as much water as that of a comparably-sized family, there's a good chance that someone living there is an executive." The Tribunal was quiet for a time. "Simple enough, actually," said Bill. The Tribunal leaned forward a bit. "Mr. Ashton's plan was to remove the top executives and replace them with his own agents?" "I was never privy to the full plan, for my own protection, but I believe that was the idea, yes," said Bill. "Why did you agree to help him?" "It wasn't about the plan really, it was Clark. I was...interested, in him." "Interested?" "Yes." Bill grimaced. "Mr. Angler, are you a homosexual?" Bill wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "Do I have to answer all of these questions?" "Yes." "I don't see why it's relevant." "Was your relationship with Clark Ashton homosexual in nature?" Bill gritted his teeth. "Yes." "Show us." He knew the regs: no prisoner could be forced to submit to the Augur more than three times during an investigation. They were picking and choosing their questions to build the strongest case against him. He touched the handles, and the projector started up. He saw himself and Clark on the balcony of Clark's suite, looking out over the city and the great pylons sunk into the bay. It was very late, and they had been up for many hours, drinking, talking, reflecting, and planning. "Are you sure we're safe?" said Bill. "Sure I'm sure. I've got friends in security and internal, they keep things hush-hush for me. I told you, I've got a lot of friends Bill. We're not alone in this thing." "That's good," Bill said. He thought for a moment, then said: "Clark, does your wife know?" "About the plan? No, she doesn't." "Don't you think you ought to tell her?" "No, I don't. Bill, you haven't told your wife about this, have you?" "I haven't, but I was thinking I should." Clark looked very grave. "Bill, don't do that." "Why not?" "Well for one thing, you'd be putting her in danger. Think about that." They were quiet again for a while. "Besides," said Clark, "you've got other secrets from her. What's one more?" Bill looked at him. "What do you mean I've got secrets from her?" Clark smiled. "I know people Bill, and I know things. Your wife, she's a company lady, am I right?" Bill nodded. "Assigned to you by personnel, yeah?" A nod again. "How many kids in the contract?" "Four. We just had our third last year." Clark whistled. "Four! Hell of an order. My wife's a company gal too. No kids yet, but we're contractually obligated for two. They're not even born and they've already been signed up for entry-level jobs in the company." "Clark, you're beating around the bush." Clark laughed. "All I'm saying is Bill, when I'm in charge, these domestic contracts are the first thing I'll get rid of. And guys like you, well, you'll be able to walk away from those contracts and be honest about who you are, if that's what you want." Bill shifted in his seat and loosened his tie. "I still don't understand." "No? Well, how's this for an explanation?" Clark said, and then he kissed Bill on the mouth. It was like he had been suffocating all his life and this was the first breath of air he'd ever managed to get. When they broke off Bill turned away, but Clark took him by the wrist and pulled him back. Clark lead him to the bedroom, where they undressed in silence, leaving their belts, shoes, and ties by the door, scattering their shirts and slacks over the carpet and then falling into each other's arms on the bed. "Don't worry about Bonnie," said Clark, "she's out of town. Besides, she knows." "She does?" said Bill. "Sure she does," Clark said as he ran his hands over Bill's bare chest. "You're not afraid she'll turn you in?" "She can't. If she did, I'd turn her in for the same thing," Clark said, and laughed at Bill's surprise. "I always told you I'm good at reading people. When she and I first met on the day of the wedding, I took one look at her and I knew what the name of the game was. We've got a great arrangement between us." Bill thought about this, then said: "You know Clark, I'm starting to think you really do have what it takes to be in charge." Clark winked. "You haven't seen the half of it yet, partner." And then he reached inside the waistband of Bill's briefs, and pulled them down, and circled two fingers around Bill's scrotum, making Bill jump with the little downward tug that he gave. Clark guided Bill's hand to his cock, and for a while they lay side by side, stroking one another. Then- Bill took his hands away from the rods, and the projector stalled. "What are you doing?" said the Tribunal. "That's enough," said Bill, shaken. "Put your hands back on the controls." "Why? You've seen enough to convict me." "Put your hands on the controls." Bill shook his head. "Mr. Angler, if we do not complete our investigation to our satisfaction today we will have to seek out other witnesses. Would you like us to bring your wife in? Or perhaps your children?" Bill's upper lip trembled. For a second he was overcome by the urge to strike the Tribunal, to smash the hateful machine to pieces with his bare hands. Instead he took the controls again. The project stalled for a few more seconds, then jumped ahead: Clark kissed the underside of Bill's cock, his lips rough but their touch soft. Bill lay against the pillows. He fidgeted with his hands until Clark said "Relax, will ya?" and licked the head. Bill moaned. "Here," said Clark, "why don't we try it like this if you're so antsy?" He rolled onto his side and gestured for Bill to do the same, then he lay the opposite direction, swallowing Bill's cock into his mouth while at the same time positioning his own right in front of Bill's mouth. Bill bit his lip, relishing the firm tug of Clark's lips and the thought, and reality, of another man's mouth on him. He saw Clark's cock, swollen and engorged, bobbing up and down just a few inches away. He kissed it, closing his eyes, feeling the smooth texture of the flesh and the pulse of the throbbing head on his lips "Do it," said Clark. Bill extended his tongue, licking the head once, the taste sending an electric pulse through him. He tried again. It was so warm. "Do it," Clark said again, swallowing Bill's back into his mouth, all the way down. Bill grunted as the muscles of Clark's throat closed around his shaft, milking it. He was already dribbling a little, and he could see a tiny squirt gleaming on the end of Clark's too. He licked it off,. He stuck the tip into his mouth, then slid down the rest of the way, inch by inch. He gagged, and Clark told him to take it easy. He obeyed, and gradually his mouth filled, his lips stretching around the thick shaft. He slid it in and out. The pressure on his tongue was strange, but thrilling. Meanwhile, Clark was busy below, bobbing his head with a steady, mechanical motion that sent Bill's cock quivering and made his asshole clench. Bill pushed with his hips, grinding into Clark's open mouth. Bill began to match his pace to Clark's, imitating his slow-then-fast rhythm. He felt Clark's hips roll and opened his mouth wider, letting him go deeper. Clark began to thrust, and Bill relaxed his throat muscles, allowing his mouth to be fucked, tasting a steady stream of dribbling hotness, swallowing it one drop at a time. Soon they both had to come up for air, red-faced and gasping, hair matted with sweat, and for some reason they started to laugh. Clark went down and wetted Bill's cock one more time, then, winking, turned around, grabbing the headboard and splaying his legs, arching his ass into the air. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. "Come on," he said. "I know you want to." Bill was shaking as he rose to his knees. His cock was throbbing and the pressure pent up inside begging for release, and there was something else too, a tiny voice that had always been there but that he had trained himself to ignore. It had whispered and nagged him his entire life, but now it wanted to shout, to scream, to holler for joy, and he wanted to let it. The feeling of resistance was alarming at first. He heard Clark cry out and almost stopped, but then Clark said "Keep going!" so Bill pushed harder, and he felt it give, and then he slid in, and then they were together, finally completely together. Bill pushed harder, and he saw Clark grimace. "You've gotta walk before you can run, Bill." Bill rocked forward again, and the headboard banged the wall. Clark grunted. "Mmph. Marathon ambitions, huh?" "A man should be ambitious," Bill said. He ran his fingers through Clark's ginger hair and pushed on the back of his head as he thrust again. The traction was unbelievable. Resistance lessened each time, and soon he was able to adopt a steady, rolling rhythm, pushing in and out, in and out, his moans mingling with Clark's as they went along. It went like that for a long time, their legs tangled, figures gyrating. He watched Clark's ass cheeks quiver with each move of his body. He pounded harder and harder, and he felt alive. Bill reached underneath, finding Clark's dangling, still-hard cock and wrapping his fingers around it. He gave Clark's balls a squeeze, then stroked the shaft. He thought he could feel the pressure building, and the catch in Clark's voice told him he was right. Clark's mouth gaped open and he panted: "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Bill pounded even harder, and he squeezed Clark's cock just beneath the head, and he felt it begin to pump in his hand, and something hot spilled on his fingers, and Clark nearly fell off the bed thrashing around. Clark buried his face in the pillows to smother a long, ragged moan. Bill responded to this by raising himself up to get an even more extreme angle. He leaned forward, draping hisbody across Clark's naked back, twining his arms around Clark's, turning Clark's head so that he could kiss his mouth, their tongues meeting, breath mingling. Bill pushed up, and Clark gasped, and his body went rigid, and Bill pushed again, and he felt his insides roil and quake, and he knew it was coming, and Clark was nodding and saying "Do it!", and so Bill let himself go, and a trembling wave nearly cleaved him in two, and then he was cumming, and Clark's body was receiving him, and they rocked back and forth together until he was panting and listless and sweating. For an hour after they lay side by side, and Bill stroked the muscles of Clark's strong arms, and then he drifted off to dream peaceful dreams until morning. The projector clicked off, and Bill was left in the dark with the Tribunal again. It said nothing, so Bill said nothing. Minutes ticked by. Bill coughed. The Tribunal hummed. Then it said: "Do you believe in God, Mr. Angler?" "What?" "Do you believe in God?" Bill frowned. "I don't know. Does the company have a policy on God?" "Not officially. But in some divisions they teach people that the company is God. If you believed that, would it affect your answers today?" "Probably not." The Tribunal sat back a quarter of an inch. "You were arrested this morning, after an anonymous tipster called the department of the internal and reported you. Mr. Angler, do you know who made that call?" "Yes," said Bill. "Who was it?" "It was me." "And why did you decide to turn yourself and Mr. Ashton in?" Bill looked at the floor. "He went too far." "What do you mean?" "There were certain things I was prepared to do when all of this started. I knew the risks, and I thought I knew where my boundaries were. But by the end, it was getting out of control." "Show us." Bill put his hands to the Augur for the last time, and the projector played out the scene from two days ago: Bill in Clark's office, sitting in a chair, head in hands, Clark pacing back and forth, face red, body trembling. "You can't mean it, Clark!" said Bill. "Damn it all, I do mean it! It's got to be done." "But why me?" "Because you're my right hand guy, Bill." "But what about the others? You said there are lots of people in this with us, people who can do this sort of thing. Security, or defense forces, or someone?" "Christ Bill, it's not a matter of knowing how to point and shoot, it's about being trustworthy!" Bill took a deep breath. "But Clark, why do you want me to kill your wife?" "Because she knows." "Knows what?" "Knows about the plan god damn it! She knows everything! She's been spying on me, on us!" "Are you sure?" "She's company asset, Bill. Why do you think the company sticks us with these women in the first place? To inform on us! That's the job of a company wife." He chuckled. "Yours too Bill, in case you didn't know." Bill floundered. He mopped the sweat off of his scalp with a handkerchief. "Well, we don't have to kill her for God's sake," Bill said. "Why not just blackmail her with what you know?" "Because what she knows trumps it. Before we were on an even keel; she's a dyke, I'm a queer, we split the difference. But now she's got me right where she wants me, and nothing I've got on her measures up. If she turns me in, I won't be able to roll over on her just for being a rugmuncher, internal security won't give a shit compared to the charges against me." Clark stroked his mustache and stared at nothing. Then he nodded. "Yes, it's the only way. You'll have to do it." Clark took a snub-nosed revolver from his desk and handed to Bill. It felt like it weighed a million pounds.