A Piercing Aquaintance

It had been a hot day.

Master Charles had buried the bulk of Lee around the back of the Tang, in a shallow grave, and he regretted that it hadn’t been deep enough. He figured that at least the remains would be merely bones in just a few days; though, he considered using the acid from his house to speed up the process. ‘’Damn!’’

‘’What is dat stanking back Der!?’’ Complained a black customer inhaling the thick smoke wafting up the makeshift aluminum pipe; as he applied his engraved Zippo to the foil under a Pez sized glob of the black tarry opium — He then quickly fanned the smoke from the bubbling wad into the large open ended foil pipe stem. It looked a bit like he might stick it in his ear, as a listening device after toking. 

He clearly was no longer bothered or aware of the bad smell after he exhaled and laid back in the seat of his 1972 Malibu… with tricked out chrome wheels special tires and ultra shagged red interior, with and an array of dangling items from the rear view mirror.. 

He had parked around back, as most  the other buyers did to avoid any attention from passing motorists or state troopers, and Master Charles sat comfortably with him — knowing He wouldn’t get murdered in this car. 

Way too much work had been done tricking this beauty up to mess it up with blood and brains; even if he did have 10 thousand dollars worth of drugs on him.

Master Charles gave him another chunk of the opium ‘on the house’, and told him he thought it’d been a carcass dumped — where the neighboring farmer had lost a horse or cow.

Hameed also complained of the noisome smell; and, gave Master Charles some of his expertise in ridding the world of bodies: 

‘’Next time use powdered lye! At least two pounds. Mix it up in a bucket, then lay the body with polyurethane under it and put the stuff over the body too, and then put a sheet over it — to keep fumes in, and to keep the mixture around it — and, you don’t need to worry, as you did— about fingerprints and identity; it’d destroy all that in just a few hours.’’

He had an old car too. Waheed drove an, dirty, old metallic gold Buick, 2010.

One of Master Charles’ leather friends, a hulking body builder named Troy,  about 40 yo, drove up just as Hameed was leaving, with his bitch on the back of his chopped Harley. Hameed stopped  to get a look at  the boy. 

Master Charles introduced them to Hameed and supplied the biker Master five opium packets.

‘’if you’re in the mood,’ pud’ here’ll do ya’ll — Not to say we wouldn’t argue for another couple more of the packets.’’ He said grinning. Hameed looked at Charles, as if  to say, don’t you give this guy anything free!

‘’Here! A couple more on the house!’’ 

Charles tossed ‘em like trash from his pocket toward the slave’s out stretched hand, and they bounced upon the pavement. 

The boy had on cut off, to the crotch, jeans; with very shapely thighs and skinny frame that appeared hairless, and a tee-shirt cut to just below the pectorals. 

The slave looked to be about 18 given the diminishing acne and fresh scars upon almost translucent skin. He had long straight blond hair that could be seen flowing from the pink half-helmet. He scurried from the bike and gathered the packets that were sold for $80 a piece; though, never looked up, or thanked Charles. Instead, he meekly offered them to his MasterTroy. 

‘’We’ll see you this weekend … with pud here, in the sling!’’  said the departing Troy.

Hameed smiled broadly toward them as they motored out.

Hameed for his part was thinking about having fun at the party in different way though; as in, of doing his bit for Allah, kill all these ‘Master’ evil doers, that attend and take their boys for himself and sell them — but, he particularly wanted to get Charles slave back, and keep him for himself for a few years at least. And he bonered up thinking of the slave’s naked young body, blond hair and cute face. 

                                          ———

Slave figured he could make more molds from the best prototype, and even improve upon it; which he did, with a steel rod that he'd wrapped duct tape around.  

He’d found the steel rod from the old garage door, then he’d drilled a hole up through the silicone center of the dildo, and pushed it up into it. The rod substantially stretched out the dildo’s girth; thus, making it another couple inches around.

‘’Ha, that’ll destroy a hole good! An it looks way more realistic than the one Master Charles did me with’’ Referring to the monster he’d sat upon on the Harley. 

He thought for a minute of becoming an artist like Michelangelo. He looked about the garage for other ‘additives’ and found a box containing powdered colors, glitter and a small vial that was labeled luminescent powder — He eagerly set to work to include them into the goopy clear mix.

With five molds, production could be markedly speeded up he figured; and damned if he intended spending any more time than necessary on this project.

Slave tested the steel implanted dildo out by lubing it up and placing it against the garage door, since the metal frame support on the door provided a squeeze hold for the silicone/steel dildo. He pressed his naked ass back against it; and he slowly pushed at it twerking with a slow wiggle. With a gasp of painful satisfaction he felt it sliding in; when suddenly the door began rising! He fell forward as the member was abruptly seated balls deep up his ass. 

Master Charles sat upon the Harley, looking at his slave from the other side of the rising door. He told himself he needed to give his slave more attention.