By Vic James

Copyright 2013 by Vic James



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Alek looked at me and I watched him grow erect. He grinned at me. I looked and saw Digger was sitting on the sofa.

"Lawyers," Alek said, pointing at Digger. I nodded.

He took my hand and put it on his cock. I wrapped my hand around it. He shocked me by kissing me. It was a full-on kiss. He took me in his arms and his tongue was deep inside my mouth. I began to respond. I ran my hands over his back.

I pulled away and smiled at him.

"I'm starving!"

"Me, too."

I poured some coffee. Then I put the pastries and some croissants I bought on a plate.

"I heard there are Neo-Puritans in the street in front of the bar."

Alek looked depressed. I began stroking his cock. That cheered him up.

"Digger said you don't mind if I'm here a few days."

"No. I don't want you to leave until we are sure you are safe. There's no time limit."

He smiled at me.


"I get almost exclusive use of this pretty thing."

"You are right. Digger looks unhappy. Why don't you suck him?"

I grinned. I knelt between Digger's legs. He smiled at me. I began sucking him. He moved my hands to his balls. I caressed them while he stroked himself. I sucked on the end of his cock. Alek got behind me. He leaned over me and began sucking on my ear. I reached behind me and aimed his cock at my hole. He pushed inside and left it there while he sucked on my ear and pulled on my nipples.

I pulled off Digger's cock.

"I want you to come inside me when Digger does."

"Then I will."

"I want your cum. I think I even need it."

"I know, Eric. That's why I suggested the gloryhole. But I've got what you need. There's a meal in my balls for you whenever you want it. You know, I want to feed you just as much as you want to be fed. Digger feels the same way. He told me yesterday that he fell completely in love with you when you told him you wanted a drink at breakfast." I smiled, remembering. "I'm hoping that the three of us will spend a lot of time together, even after I get my own place, again."

"I want that, too."


I went back to sucking Digger. Alek fucked me, slowly. Then I remembered Pan and Jock and wondered why we were having sex. But there wasn't a lot we could do. I didn't have an entertainment system. I lived alone and used my meme for music and fliks. All we could do was watch the news if we didn't have sex. And sex was better.

Digger sped up his stroking and sighed as his warm cream spurted into my mouth. Alek stopped fucking. I felt his cock throbbing as it filled me. I pictured Digger's stream of spunk hitting the back of my throat and Alek's painting my colon, and I was happy. Was I a slut? Was Dan right? If I was, Alek was, too, and I liked him just the way he was. I definitely didn't think he should have less sex. If he enjoyed a lot of sex, I thought he should have it.

Digger was done and I let go of him. He grinned at me and I grinned back. Alek pulled out and sat next to Digger. His cock had a lot of his cum on it. I moved between his legs and cleaned his cock with my mouth, while he grinned at me.

He pulled me up on his lap. I reached for the tray of pastries. We each took one and ate.

"One hundred and five million!" Digger yelled.

He took a pastry and held it.

"You're kidding!" I said.

He shook his head.

"I told them one hundred ten million, thinking they might argue me down. They did, but only to one-oh-five. I'm rich! You're rich! Alek, they want you to call them. I told them you were rejecting calls automatically. I didn't tell them where you were, just that I knew you were safe."


Digger touched Alek's meme. Alek stood and walked over to my table. He sat down.

"How much are you going to demand?" I asked him.

"Fifty million, I think."

I nodded.

"How would you feel about doing some travelling together?" Digger asked me.

"I would love doing anything with you. Travelling sounds great."

"I thought we might go to the moon. Get married there."

I frowned. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. Why?"

I grinned. "I don't know. I was just surprised. I do want to marry you. Anywhere."

He grinned. Then he took a bite of his pastry.

"Did you really fall in love with me at Two Stones?"

"No. I was certain, then. I thought I was in love with you right after I met you."

He pulled me onto his lap. We kissed.

"How much do you think I should demand?" I asked him.

"Fifty million, at least."

I thought that was ridiculously high. But then I thought of my father placing the bomb, paid for by Stuart Burke. Then something struck me.

I decided to bathe. I went into the bathroom. Digger joined me. We showered together. We paused to kiss under the warm water.

"Hmm," Digger said.


"It just occurred to me that Alek should demand security. Let Stuart Burke pay for it."

"That's a good idea! Go tell him."

The bathroom blower dried most of us. We left the bathroom. Digger and I sat together after he made his suggestion to Alek.

He squeezed my hand. I looked at him. He had tears in his eyes. He pointed to hiss meme and wiped his eyes. A minute later, he said, "That was Pan. Jock was in Connie's when the bomb went off. Tim, too. So were their next door neighbors."

I began crying and Digger hugged me.

"Pan is going to stay with our parents for a while."

I nodded.

Just then, I got a call. It was from the law firm of Burke, Evans, and Burke. Suddenly, my sadness turned to fury. Burke. Burke. Burke!

"Is this Eric La Roche?"

"Yes, it is."

"We understand you were adversely impacted by the Neo-Puritan bombings."

"Yes. That's a nice way to put it," I said, sarcastically.

"We are trying to reach a financial settlement with each victim."


They went on and on about how sorry they were. The whole time, I got madder and madder. Burke, Burke, and Burke! I kept thinking of Pan and Connie. No one would be dead if people like Stuart Burke hadn't given my father the money. No. It occurred to me that Burke probably helped provide the explosive. How would my father obtain a powerful explosive on his own? After at least thirty minutes, they asked me how much I would be willing to accept.

"One billion dollars."

"One million dollars?"

"No. One billion."

"I'm afraid you don't understand. This is just for you personally."

"I understood you perfectly."

"That is a completely ridiculous amount!"

"Maybe I'm a completely ridiculous person. In any case, I suffered things no one else has. My own father tried to kill me, subsidized by Stuart Burke. I am perfectly aware that you will not pay me that amount. I do not mind a bit. In fact, I would prefer that I not get paid anything, since I have absolutely no desire to settle. That implies an end to the atrocity, and the only things ended were good peoples' lives."

I disconnected.

I put my shorts on and sat on the bed. I fumed. Digger walked over and sat next to me. I wanted Stuart Burke in prison. Then I started worrying. If I didn't settle, they wouldn't pay Digger or Alek or Pan or Connie or the families of those killed anything. That was bad. I put my face in my hands. Digger pulled me over and I leaned on him. I stopped worrying. They wouldn't give up that easily. They would call back. Stuart Burke couldn't go to prison, he was rich! I'm certain every Burke agreed with that!

I got a call.

"Is this Eric La Roche?"


"This is Elaine Jenkins from the law firm of—"

"Don't say it! I know whose law firm it is!"

"Yes. We are prepared to offer you nine hundred million dollars. You must understand--"

"Must I understand? My brother-in-law to-be lost his lover. Friends died. I don't care to understand and I'm free not to understand. A billion."

I realized I was doing it, again. I didn't need nine hundred million. I was letting my anger control me. That was something my father did. I didn't want to be that way. I had to settle for the others' sake. Before I could say I accepted, she said, "Very well. We agree."

I was on the phone another forty-five minutes affirming and certifying and agreeing not to do this and that.

"Is your bank account number—" she read my number.


"Please check your balance. The funds have been transferred."

I checked and got a notice that I was now a Gold-Elite-Preferred Customer at my bank. A virtual copy of the bank manager told me how important my business was to them. Then he gave me his phone number and the address to his house. He requested an opportunity to discuss investment options, so I could have even more money! I had to laugh. The bank employees appeared and waved at me. Balloons floated up and disappeared into the virtual ceiling of the bank. I saw the money in my account balance. All those zeroes...

"I see it."

"Good bye, Mr. La Roche."

I hung up.

I walked over to Digger in the kitchen.

"I'm done."

"Did they give you what you asked for?"

"Yes. I was really surprised and I feel guilty."

"Guilty?" Digger asked. "Why?"

"Because I asked for a billion dollars."

Digger grinned and then stopped.


I nodded.

"They agreed?"

I nodded.

"You should see what happens when I check my balance in the virtual bank. Virtual people cheer and wave balloons."

He and Alek laughed.

"Do you mean it?" Alek asked.

I sighed.

"I didn't expect it. I got furious when I realized it was his law firm negotiating. Plus, I just found out Jock died. I was thinking they used murder to break up Connie and her lover and Pan and his lover. I decided I wanted Burke, Evans, and Burke in prison with my father. I got madder and madder until they asked. I said a billion."

Digger was staring at me.

"You've changed, Eric."

"Do you still love me?" I asked him.

"I do."

I hugged him.

"Was it wrong?" I asked.

"No," both Digger and Alek said.

"I they agreed, he can afford it," Alek said. "If he couldn't afford it, they would have kept after you."

"That's true," Digger said.

"I got fifty million," Alek said. "Plus off-duty M-Agents as body guards."

"That's great!"

"I asked for Agents who are bottoms," Alek said.

I looked at him. He burst out laughing.



"I'll be leaving as soon as they get here." He walked over to me. "Thank you, Eric, for taking me in."

"I was glad to do it."

My coffee was cold. I poured another cup and drank it.

I got another call.

"Is this Eric La Roche?"


"Eric, this is Murphy, the Agent."

"Hi, Murphy."

"There's a rumor spreading throughout the Majoratum about you."

"Oh. Great."

Murphy laughed.

"This is a good one. Is it true you demanded a billion dollars?"

"Yes. I just found out Digger's brother's lover was killed. Then I got mad when I heard the name of the law firm. I didn't expect them to agree to it. I figured they would try to talk me out of it."

"Apparently, Stuart Burke screamed for several minutes when he heard. His son recommended he pay it."

"Wow! I didn't do it to be greedy. I never expected them to agree."

"Hey! You deserve the money more than he does, and a lot of people here agree with me. I hope you don't mind my calling you, again."

"No. Not at all. I felt kind of sick when they agreed. I felt others deserved more than me. I feel guilty, really."

"The owner of The Bitch's Tavern asked for two-hundred and fifty million."

I shook my head.

"Bye," Murphy said.

I thought about Stuart Burke. He was wealthy and powerful. I seemed to recall that one of his daughters was married to someone in the Majoratum.

"Before you go, can you tell me if there are any Neo-Puritans in the Majoratum?"

"I'm not allowed to discuss that, but you don't need to worry about it. Not anymore."

"That's good. Bye."

"That was the Majoratum. They are all talking about me," I said to Digger.

Digger laughed.

"I bet Burke, Evans, and especially Burke are, too."

"Murphy told me that Stuart Burke screamed for several minutes when he heard what I wanted," I said.

Digger and Alek cheered.

"I need to give some of it to charity. I don't suppose there are any Bestiality charities."

Digger laughed.

"You could pay me to fuck ugly humans," Alek said.

I laughed.

"I may aim a little higher than that!" I said. "Besides, won't you do that for free once The Wild Life reopens?" I asked him.


I laughed.

"I'm kidding. You are one of my closest friends, now."

Alek took me into his arms and kissed me.

"Thank you. I don't have a lot of close friends here, now that two of them moved away. You and Digger are friends I know I can count on, and that is important to me."

I nodded. "I'm proud to be your friend. And you know how I feel about your semen. And your cock."

He grinned. "We will get together later, I hope."

"Sure," Digger said.

"I don't have a lover, now," Alek said.

"No, but we can both smell how Eric feels about you. Maybe you can have a permanent romantic friendship with him," Digger said.

"I'm not exactly sure what that is. Friends with benefits, with some love? But it's an idea. If we aren't constantly together, it might work better," Alek said.

Alek kissed me, again.

"What are your plans for today?" I asked him.

"I thought I would go shopping once the Agents get here. I have to buy everything, including a zapper. Then get a room at the Innstibble."

"Oh! I want to see it!" I said.

"You will. Both of you. I hope to spend a lot of time with you."


The M-Agent bodyguards arrived. There were two of them. Both of us hugged Alek goodbye, and he left.

"Alone with my human," Digger said.

"Your adoring human."

"We're both BBs now."

"That's true!"

"You feel like going out?"

"Anything with you, Digger. Let me make sure it's safe for you."

I called the Majoratum number Murphy had given me for information.

"This is Murphy."

I laughed.

"Hi, Murphy. It's Eric. Is it safe for Digger to leave my apartment?"

"Yes. It should be. Arrests are still being made, but we concentrated on that area, first. We think we have everyone monitored there who could possibly be a threat."

"OK. Thank you."

I hung up.

"Murphy said it was safe."

"Good. I want to go talk to Pan and Lucius."

"Oh. OK."

We left the house and walked down Central V. It was a beautiful day. It was easy to forget what happened on a day like that. We stopped in Realissmo and I bought a shirt. It was the only one I owned, and yet I was fabulously wealthy. I shook my head. It would take a while to sink in. I put the shirt on. We both bought sandals and we left.

"Now I own a shirt and a coffeemaker," I said.

Digger laughed.

"You're all set!"

I thought again about charities. I definitely wanted to give some of my money away. Then I thought of Vicky. She knew about charities. She helped run one.

"Do you want to live in the Innstibble?" Digger asked me.

"I thought you were joking. Then I realized you weren't. I don't know. Where do you want to live?"

"We can both afford something nicer. You like looking at the pond. We could look out at the lake at the Innstibble," Digger said.

"That sounds great! And it will be almost as good as your old view," I told him.

"The parking lot?"

I laughed. "And the building next to you. Don't forget that!"

He chuckled.

"But you had a view of the redwoods, and that was nice." I thought about it. "It would be nice to live among the redwoods, like primitive man."

Digger laughed. "Really wealthy primitive men, living amongst genetically engineered trees."

"Right! And it's closer to the fun end of Central V."

Digger nodded.

"Let's do it!" I said.

"Do you want to eat at Visions?"


"Then we can go to the Innstibble."

After a minute, he asked, "How much of Alek do you want to see?"

"Hmm. I have no idea. I like him a lot, but I want to spend time alone with you."

"Every day?"

"Yes. But not twenty-four hours a day with him."

Digger nodded.

Several people stopped to talk to Digger. Word about victim payouts had spread. Each of them asked Digger how much he got. Not a single one of them asked me, which I found amusing. Digger didn't tell them. He just said he got more than enough. Then I worried. The thought of all that money made me sick. It was blood money, after all. But I hadn't shed any blood. After I felt sick, I felt guilty. Digger should have gotten more than me. He lost his business. I just lost my personal belongings which were probably worth less than a thousand dollars. I probably got more than people whose loved ones died. How was I not an opportunistic jerk?

Digger looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Was I greedy?"

Digger chuckled.

"I could smell you worrying."

"Could you? Was I? Greedy? Others lost more than me."

"No, Eric. You said you got mad and you spit out an impossibly high number. Greed and getting wealthy had nothing to do with why you said it. Don't you agree?"

I nodded.

"Look at it this way. It's not your fault he agreed to it. You didn't expect him to. But I do understand how you feel. When I was growing up, I thought I had to accomplish something important with my life. After all, a billion dollars was spent bringing me into the world."

"Did you outgrow that?"

"No. But Dr. Rosenbloom said that if I was happy, it was worth it. He's a great man."

I nodded.

A newsie walked up to us. He was a Dog.

"Hello, Eric La Roche."


Digger laughed. I felt like an idiot.

The Dog grinned at me. "I'm Luke Drayson."

I nodded.

"And you are Digger Wilson?" Luke asked Digger.


"Both of you were impacted by the bombing. Have you reached a financial settlement?"

"Yes. We both have."

"Bs. Wilson, are you planning to rebuild?"

"I haven't decided. I will either rebuild or relocate. I like the location, but I could reopen somewhere else much sooner. There really is nowhere else humans and Beasts can go. Before I opened the club, I went to several human gay bars. I never found anyone interested in me. Humans seldom go in Beast bars. I know several happy couples who met at my club. I have some ideas and I will be investigating different options."

The Dog nodded.

"Eric, your official address shows you living with Bs. Wilson."

I nodded.

"Are you friends?"

"Eric is my fiancé."

"Is he!"

The Dog looked excited.

"So both you and your mother have Beast fiancés?" Luke asked me.

I nodded.

"That is incredibly ironic."

"Well, maybe both of us swung as hard as we could in the opposite direction from my father. But we are both happy, so I can't complain."

"Do you get engaged before or after the trouble?"

"Before," Digger said.

"Eric, your mother has given many interviews, but we haven't heard much from you and I believe I am the first to interview Bs. Wilson."

"You are," Digger said. "Alek Bright was staying with us, and we thought it best to say very little and keep a low profile until we could be certain about his safety," Digger said.

The Dog got obviously excited.

"He's been missing! Many worried he was dead or had been kidnapped."

"Because of the threat, we didn't let anyone but the Majoratum know where he was. He has gotten security guards now, so he felt secure enough to leave a few minutes ago. All of us lost everything. He's probably buying pants right now."

The Dog smiled.

"I know many people will be relieved to know he is safe. All of you are quite famous now."

"We are?"

"Oh, yes. Your interview this morning has been seen by two point six billion people."

I stared at him.

"Close your mouth," Digger whispered.

I did. Digger put his arm around me and I felt better.

The Dog chuckled. "I can see you haven't sought fame."

I shook my head.

"Have you spoken to your father?"

"No. I doubt I ever will. I can't help thinking he is insane. I hope he is never allowed the opportunity of hurting anyone else."

"Have you ever been a Neo-Puritan?"

"No. He tried to convince my mother and me after he converted. That was what made her move. I've known I was gay since I was twelve. I had less interest in Neo-Puritanism than she had. I just kept saying no to him. I've never been particularly religious. My father converted to Neo-Puritanism long after I started ignoring his religious beliefs. I have always like Beasts. I moved to this Zone to be near them—"

"Criminalization! Purification! Or Annihilation!" we heard people shout.

We turned and looked down Central V. There was a group of about a dozen people carrying signs. We watched a large Majoratum vehicle land near them. Agents arrested the protesters and there was silence.

"Annihilation? They must want to get arrested," I said.

"Maybe they are hoping there are too many of them to arrest," Digger said.

"Is all this about Beast-human marriages?" I asked.

"No. It's about society in general not behaving the way they like. Several Neo-Puritan leaders said it was the impetus for revolt," Luke said. "What were you saying, Eric?"

"Um. That's about it. My mother is a tolerant, loving person, and I hope I take after her. My fiancé and friends are Beasts and that's the way I want it."

"Why didn't you join your mother in China?"

"I didn't want to move to China. I had friends here and it sounded scary, to be honest. I struggled learning Mandarin and eventually gave up. I thought that if I went with her, he would follow us. If I stayed, he would stay and she could be happy. I knew I would be leaving home, as soon as I could, anyway."

"Eric, I know a lot of people wonder how you grew up with a fanatic and didn't become one yourself. You aren't bombing Neo-Puritans. How did you do it? Was it easy, or a struggle? Did you ever want to take the law into your own hands?"

I laughed.

"It never occurred to me. The law seemed to be doing just fine on its own. My father and I are alike in one way. I think I am probably as stubborn as he is." The Dog nodded. "That stubbornness made it easy for me to ignore his opinions. I never had a single doubt that he was wrong. I've been wondering last night if I ignored too much. I've been trying to think whether he said anything that hinted at all this. But the fact of the matter is, I talk to him every couple of months. He asks how I'm doing. I say I'm fine. Then he starts talking about morality and sin and I tell him I have to go. Our conversations are never about religion."

Luke smiled at me.

"Thank you, Eric La Roche."

I nodded.

The newsie walked away.

As we walked, I made the mistake of checking the news. I saw there had been bombings in two other cities that morning. One in the Russian Hegemony and one in Neurasia. Fortunately, only one person had died. I kept thinking about 'annihilation'. What did they mean? 'Destruction' was what the bombs were doing. Annihilation sounded worse. Much worse.

"When do you want to go to the moon?"

Digger turned and grinned at me. "Can't wait, huh?"

I pulled his hand and dragged him, laughing, behind a building. It was a coffee shop. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. I pushed my hand inside his shorts. I wrapped my hand around his prick and felt it stiffen. He pulled away from our kiss and began sucking on my ear.


"Yes. You want something?"

"You know what I want."

"Yeah. You have it in your hand."

"I want all of you, Digger."

He kissed me, again.

"Let's go see Pan and then get a room at the Innstibble," he said. "I need to get you in a bed. I'll talk to Lucius later."


We walked down Central V. I could see two Neos in the street with signs. They were chanting their cheery chorus.

"Criminalization! Purification! Or Annihilation!"

They got arrested and were silent.

We turned onto a side street just before we got to the block with the two bars. Central V was blocked off, and people in hazard suits were still walking around.

We passed the alley behind The Bitch's Tavern. It was cordoned off, too. There were more people in hazard suits. It was depressing to think how far bodies, or worse, parts of bodies might have been thrown.

We turned right onto a residential street. We saw a figure stumble and fall. We ran to them. Digger got there first and helped him up.

"It's Jock!" Digger said.




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