Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2018 19:05:33 -0700 From: Jeff Foster Subject: Zek Chapter 2 Thanks to all for reading. Another chapter without aloof sex (I need to develop characters first). Be kind, donate to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The boy had always lived in the gulag, ten of his twelve years to be exact. His father had been imprisoned for "unpatriotic behavior" and the boy, whose mother died at his birth, was thrown into the system along with him. Luckily for him, the Warden of the Gulag was his mother's step-brother, his uncle. The man could not protect the boy's father lest he earn the wrath of the local political party boss. He did, however, protect the boy, ensuring that none of the inmates defiled his thin body. So Zeksmol, or little prisoner (zek prisoner smol small) spent his early days growing up in the company of rough men, learning the tricks of the criminal trade. He had been groped and prodded, stared at by men with a hunger in their eyes often enough to understand that men liked boys. He quickly came to understand that flirting with the men and provocatively showing off his body would help him to get what he needed to survive. All was well with Zek until the day his Uncle died, keeled over at his desk from a heart attack. Zek remembered the next few days as days of terror, sure that without the protection of his uncle the quietly whispered entreaties from the men to join them in their beds would become a reality. His savior appeared on the 4th day after his Uncles death in the form of a towering redhead with radiant green eyes. The boy had been hiding in an unused cabinet of the seldom used gulag infirmary when the new inmate had been brought in. The man had been stripped and when he turned to spread his cheeks to be searched, Zeksmol gasped at the man's privates. He had never seen a penis so beautiful nor one blanketed with a trim, bright red and blond patch of pubic hair. Zek had seen all of the inmate's penises during their once weekly shower and had become fascinated with theirs as well as his own. His gasp alerted the guard who found him and forced him from the cabinet and the infirmary. On his way out, Zeksmol attempted to cling to the red-haired man's legs, his cheek resting against the man's flaccid penis, begging to not be taken. He was forced out by the guard and by the time the redheaded man was released into the general population, Zeksmol found himself trapped in a corner of the barracks, two extremely large and menacing men undoing their trousers telling the small boy they were going to have a go with him. Zeksmol heard the bold steps and looked up to see the red-haired man grab both men's heads from behind and smack them together. The crack was still reverberating as the man the man with the red hair dropped down and swung his leg, sweeping one of the giant's feet out from under him. In a blur, the man had stomped on the giants face with a powerful boot twice. The sound of the giant's breaking nose was sickening. The other large man had finally regained his senses and had turned towards the redhead when his foot shot out and caught the big guy in his fat gut causing the man to bend over. A lightning fast punch to the man's throat caused him to fall back on his butt, croaking as he gasped for air. The other inmates who had been jeering during the whole episode now fell quiet, stunned that the two camps enforcers had been neutralized. The redhead reached out a hand to Zeksmol. The boy took the man's hand and the other inmates parted, silent witnesses as man and boy walked away from the two downed camp enforcers. Zek thanked the man calling him Ded (Grandfather). This caused the man to stop short and look down at Zek. Zek smiled up at the man causing a slight grin to appear on the man's face. "Call me Rusty" the man replied. Three days later, Zek and Rusty were rolling out of the gulags gates, their bodies strapped to the underside of the gulag's supply truck chassis. During Rusty's three days at the camp, Rusty had interrogated Zek relentlessly. The boy could not understand why the man wanted to know when trucks came and went from the camp, why the man wanted Zek to steal all the matches in the camp, why the man took the two enforcers blankets and began sewing them together, why he wanted to know when shower time was and when mail came. He could not understand why the man was protecting him but decided he needed to pay the man back. He thought of the other prisoners whispered entreaties to suck their dicks and decided he would do this to pay the man back for his protection. On the first night, after the lights out bell sounded, Zek slid his clothes off and slipped into the bed with the man. He grabbed the man's penis but was shocked when the man grabbed his wrist, slid his own man sized hand into Zek's and rolled over holding Zek's hand to his chest and spooning with the boy. Zek was confused and hurt thinking the man did not want him, that he was too ugly or two small or too skinny. He did feel safe however and quickly went to sleep. Over the next few days Zek told the man all about the various prisoners in the camp. Rusty observed the men, noticing that most were skin and bones and listless from lack of food. The enforcers whom Rusty had beaten up spent their time grumbling, making threats under their breath, but otherwise avoiding Rusty. On the third day, Zek watched the man cut the tops of all the matches he had stolen from the other inmates. Rusty took the matches and stuffed them into an old, empty vodka bottle that he had stuffed with a torn piece of sheeting from one of the beds. When the prisoners and guards were distracted by the delivery of supplies, Rusty set the bottle with the match ends under one of the enforcers beds and lit the piece of bedding. It burned slowly which is what Rusty wanted. He and Zek slid out of the barrack and walked quietly over to the supply truck. The prisoners and guards were still distracted by the delivery when Rusty pushed Zek down and under the truck. He maneuvered Zek so that he was laying on top of him, the boy's cute bottom resting against his crotch. The man pulled the two blankets he had sewn together over the two of them. He then arched his back and slipped his belt around the blanket holding them and tied it to the drive train of the truck. He then pulled the rest of the sewn together blankets up and over his head and waited quietly. Soon the truck driver was entering his cab, started the engine, and rolled out of the camp, man and boy strapped beneath the truck. After four long hours suspended beneath the truck, the truck pulled over and stopped. Rusty removed the blanket from his head, his nearly frozen fingers barely able to grasp the blanket. The driver had stopped in a small town outside what appeared to be a diner. After loosening the belt, man and boy slipped away down an alley next to the diner. After 45 minutes of seemingly random roaming, Zek and Rusty were soon a few miles outside of the village. They found what initially appeared to be an abandoned farm. Rusty had told Zek to stay in the behind a tree about 20 yards from the farm house. After making a silent pass around the front and sides of the farm house, Rusty motioned to Zek to join him. The two approached the barn and gently slid open the door. An almost imperceptible squeak escaped the barn door when Rusty slipped inside. He again motioned to the boy, this time telling him to stay quiet and stay still. He waited two minutes before he motioned to the boy and they began to explore the barn. He had not waited long enough. As he was reaching up to grab a scythe to use as a weapon, a shotgun went off and the barn door crashed open. "You god forsaken bandits," The old man growled, his Russian sound coarse and uneducated. "I told you to stay off my land". In a flash, Rusty had taken a quick stride to the old man, grabbing the barrel of the shotgun and twisting back towards his left shoulder and jerking the gun out of the man's hands. He followed through, continuing his twisting of his body, gaining momentum to slam the butt of the weapon on the man's head just in front of his ear. The old man fell like a sack of potatoes. He then swung the rifle again, the dull thud unmistakable, the old man's last breath rushing out in a rattle. Zek was stunned. He had lived around rough men his whole life. He had seen plenty of men fighting but never anything like this. He was frozen in place, staring at the older man and then the blood trickling down the butt stock of the shotgun, shifting his gaze to Rusty and back to the old man again. "W..wh..why did you kill him?" stammered the boy. The man strode to the boy and roughly grabbed him by the arm. He pointed to the shotgun. "What do you think he was doing with that?" Rusty demanded of the boy. Zek shrank back from the man's question. "Look" said Rusty, "he was never going to let us leave. He would have reported us to the authorities." "But you killed him"! "Look kid, if you are going to go with me you are just going to have to trust me. I have never hurt you. I will only protect you. But, if you expect to escape with me, you must do as I say. In my line of work anytime someone points a gun at you, they are trying to kill you." The boy continued to stare at him, wide eyed and sniveling. Rusty to a moment to calm himself. In a gentle voice, "I understand, I don't like it any more than you do. If I did there would be something wrong with me." He looked at the boy to see if he understood. "In life, your priority is take care of yourself. You must learn that the only person who cares about you is you. You must learn to fight. You must learn to understand and accept pain and you must never, ever, quit. You fight until you kill your opponent or he kills you but you never ever quit." Zek took in what Rusty said and looked at his feet and thought a moment. "Can we at least bury him?" "I'm sure he would appreciate that" replied Rusty. "And I know just where to do it." During his recon of the property, Rusty had noted the grave outside the back door of the house and the worn bench next to it. The old man's wife. Probably visited with her every day Rusty thought. He showed the boy and the name etched on the slanted arm of the traditional Russian orthodox cross, the upper straight cross piece etched with dates. Man and boy, with shovels taken from the barn, buried the man. "At least he is with his wife" came from the boy. "The dates say she died a few months ago. I hope he is happy he is with her," "I think he is happy. He was an old man and he had probably been with his wife a long time." Rusty looked down at the boy. "Come on, we got work to if we want to get out of here." The boy yawned and pulled himself out from under the bear skin rug. It appeared he and Rusty were nearing a big city, smoke stacks belching into the air could be seen on the near horizon. After finishing burying the old man, Rusty and Zeksmol searched the old farm house first, Rusty clearing all the rooms to insure no one else was in the farm house. Zek immediately went to the old refrigerator, scrounging for food. After feasting on cold reindeer, the old man conveniently had in the refrigerator and black bread found on the counter, Zek began searching rooms while Rusty went outside to see if there was anything useful. In the one of the rooms, Zek had found an old tub, obviously used for baths and insisted on heating water on the stove to take a bath. After helping the boy lug his tenth and last bucket of boiling water to the tub, Rusty grinned as the boy quickly stripped off his clothes and began testing the water with his toe. Rusty took a minute to admire the boy. While thin, the boy's limbs were well developed, in a skin so white and blemish free as to be almost pink. The sensuous curves of the boy's ass were inviting and Rusty found himself becoming slightly aroused. He shook his head and told the boy to hurry up. Zek just grinned at Rusty and coyly lowered himself into the water. Rusty turned and left telling the boy once again to hurry or he would be left behind. He went back outside and began to prepare the sleigh and herd of reindeer he had found in the barn. It was a typical transportation for the rural people of Siberia, and while Rusty hooked up the animals he thought about the boy. The boy was obviously aware of his charms and were trying to use them on the man. Rusty was no stranger to a little homosexual sex. His previous missions often left him alone with another man for weeks on end. Casual masturbation led to mutual masturbation which led to mutual sucking on one extremely long mission. Yes, Rusty had taken care of his needs with men when he had to but preferred women. He had never done it with a boy but had to admit to himself that seeing Zek naked had excited him enough to become semi erect. "Back to mission" he grumbled to himself as he re-entered the house the urge the boy to hurry up again.