The Trek
Dust crunched under boots in the Dustlands, sun roasted backs, sweat mixed with grime ran down skin, sticky, salty, clogging eyes and mouth. Packs dug into shoulders—heavy, stuffed with junk, Rush packs and water that ran out faster than anyone wanted. Toe hauled his, body burned, Chainband chafed a raw track on neck, Lockcage bit into groin, cock swelled from step vibrations, pre-cum oozed, staining crotchrag and thighs with cold slime. Legs buckled, muscles ached, boy body shook from wear, dust gritted between teeth.
Bastion marched alongside, massive, his pack sat like part of his torso, but Lockcage crushed balls, friction burned, sweat with grime ran down legs, fatigue swelled in back like heavy load. He side-eyed Toe—small, soaked, staggering.
Rake ahead, steady pace, mohawk dusty ginger in the dust, sweat with grime smeared over ripped torso, nipple rings gleamed. Dodged Oldblood rust bones, listened to wind, watched horizon. Hand signal—"Hold." Group froze, breaths ragged, bodies sweated, grime stuck to skin.
Rake squatted at ruins, fingers dug fresh track in sand—deep, clawed. Sweat with grime smeared palms. "Yo, no break, Chain Collectors tracks fresh. Dust half handful, water one swallow. No dumping load, hand it whole to Grip's farm—double price for intact."
Toe stumbled, pack swung, junk clinked, legs buckled, Lockcage jammed thigh, pre-cum squelched. Bastion grabbed shoulder with massive hand, shoved forward: "Haul, kid, step." Toe blinked, eyes on ruins—rust bones stuck up like teeth. "Sir, these ruins... they alive? Critters in there?" Voice raspy, dusty, body shook.
Bastion growled, fist clenched dust: "Shut it, kid. Rake leads." Rake snorted, stood, brushed hands: "Critters yeah, but load worth more. Move."
Steps heavier, packs pressed, cages rubbed, pre-cum chilled thighs. Rustle from ruins—Duststalker burst from shadow: 8 feet 3 inches of muscle, hide in bone spikes, jaws wide, Black Milk saliva dripped black drops, hissed on sand, eyes Oldblood voids.
"Circle, fuck!" Rake yanked blaster, shot grazed spikes, miss, beast twitched, lunged forward.
Boys pressed backs together, packs to center. Bastion stepped up, knife in fist. Beast leaped—spikes raked shoulder, blood sprayed, venom scorched muscles like Rush in veins, kickback to chest, breath hitched. Bastion roared, fist smashed snout—crunch, black saliva splattered, body swelled on adrenaline, Lockcage squeezed swollen cock, pre-cum ran down thigh. Elbowed Toe behind back, knocked him down, covered with torso—Bastion's legs buckled from venom, but held.
Toe crashed, pack junk clinked, Rush pack rolled, dust flew. Heart hammered, Chainband burned, Lockcage throbbed, pre-cum squelched. Hand grabbed rust rebar chunk—hurled at beast flank, spikes cracked, Duststalker howled, distracted, Bastion lunge stole the beat.
Rake sidestepped, blaster to jaws—beam pierced throat, Black Milk flashed, jaws snapped in spasm, body jerked, collapsed. Sand soaked blood and saliva, stench hit.
Bastion knife-sliced beast head off, black goo sprayed. Rake squatted beside, scooped goo to vials: "This shit hits brains like Black Milk for lotsa guys—trip with mutation, but half croak. Mutations unstable, but for us—pure profit. Move before Collectors show."
Breaths ragged, sweat with grime rivered. Rake pulled rag, poured water from flask, rinsed Bastion's wound, dusted it with Rush. Blood mixed dust, venom ate muscles, burn shot to legs, Lockcage rubbed, pre-cum dripped.
Toe sat close, eyes wide: "Sir, the beast... from Rush? Bastion hurt?" Voice shook, body soaked sweat and adrenaline, pre-cum dripped from cage.
Bastion growled: "Shut up, kid. Rake knows what to do." Side-eye glance, jealousy stabbed—Rake touches shoulder, slaps, and kid stares.
Rake snorted: "Wash venom, Rush kills burn. Load intact—Grip's farm pays. Move soon, strength fading."
Bandage tight, Bastion stood, shoulder throbbed, but stepped. Toe grabbed pack, adrenaline still pounded veins. Ruins behind, Dustlands waited.
Campfire Night
Fire caught slow—dry scrub crackled, smoke hung low, Dustlands night piled on cold. Bodies dropped to circle: Toe slid to sand, ditched pack, crotchrag stuck to thighs, sweat ran down legs, Lockcage chilled skin. Bastion sat heavier, shoulders slumped, eyes on Rake—leader chewed handful Dust, worked it in palms. Fatigue hung air thick, silence dense, bodies gleamed sweat, salt and Rush smell hung.
Bastion tensed—Rake eyed Toe longer than usual, kid sprawled, mouth-breathing, blue mohawk matted. Jealousy stabbed: Bastion knew that look, but kid new, fresh, steals eyes. Bastion body clenched, Lockcage reminded, balls ached.
Toe, wiping sweat, nodded Bastion—massive guy, neck scar, cage bulged under crotchrag. "Yo... you a slave too?" Toe blurted, voice raspy from dust.
Bastion froze, fist gripped sand. "No. Free," he growled low, eyes heavy.
Toe blinked, stared below belt. "But you got cage too... fuck."
Rake snapped instant—hand whipped, slapped Toe nape, young slave head jerked. "Kid, back off Bastion. Don't nitpick him," Rake said flat, no yell, but weight pinned Toe to ground.
Toe flushed, mouth opened-shut, shame burned cheeks, eyes to sand. Campfire silence thickened, bodies froze—Bastion exhaled, jealousy stabbed harder, Rake eyed both, mouth corner twitched.
Rake felt Dust already pump strength—heat in veins, cock twitched in jock-strap, swelled on this shit: Bastion pissed, fists clenched, jealous of kid hole Toe, and kid red as lobster, mouth slack, waits. "Fuck, you stirred me up," Rake snorted, voice low, reached Rush pack, Bastion twitched auto, hand grabbed for dose, but Rake snagged wrist—physical, sharp, gripped. "Ain't earned yet, bro."
Rake swigged Rush from small pack, liquid scorched throat, world thickened instant—sweat on skin breathed hotter, cock in jock jerked, heavy swell. Fire crackled, threw shadows on faces, Dustlands dust settled on sweaty torsos, air hung heavy, soaked sweat and trek tension. He wiped mouth back of hand, eyes lit power and want, nodded Toe across, knees in dust, cage under crotchrag leaked from leader glance alone.
"Yo, Toe, here, little bitch," Rake slapped thigh, voice low, sure as hit. Toe jerked, body obeyed puppy-style—crawled on all fours through fire circle, eyes huge, mouth slack. Rake grabbed mohawk, yanked up, pressed to torso. Rake lips smashed Toe mouth, rough, tongue shoved in, spit mixed dust, salt and Rush taste. Rake hands slid lean body, gripped ass cheeks hard, fingers dug meat, Toe cage swung, pre-cum dropped ground.
Bastion sat side, massive, Lockcage crushed balls, muscles tensed, eyes locked—jealousy burned, cock swelled cage, no out. He growled quiet, broke, crawled closer, mouth opened own, lips wrapped Rake cock through jock, fished out—thick, veined, wet pre-cum already. Bastion deep-throated to balls, throat clenched, spit ran shaft, sucked greedy, head pumped rhythm machine, focused only Rake, that musk and Rush taste.
Rake snorted, one hand worked Bastion head—fingers in hair, shoved deeper, cock rammed throat, Bastion gagged, tears ran, but sucked harder, Rake balls slapped chin. Other hand pinned Toe to nipples—"lick, bitch." Toe mouth to left nipple, ring cold, metal, salt sweat taste, Rush from leader mouth burned tongue, he licked greedy, sucked ring, tugged teeth, body shook arousal. They worked duo—Bastion sucked cock, Toe palmed Rake balls, squeezed, rolled, then swapped: Toe gulp head, Bastion licked shaft underside, synced, Bastion growled quiet, guided Toe nape hand—"deeper, kid, take it."
Rake leaned back elbows, body sweat-shined, Rush waves spread—nipples stuck out, rings gleamed, cock throbbed Bastion mouth. He yanked Bastion shoulders, dumped on back in campfire dust, legs spread rough, Bastion cage swung, pre-cum spurted. Rake spat on Bastion hole, finger stretched, thrust in one shove—Bastion roared, hole clenched. Rake fucked hard, pinched nipples fingers, tugged rings, slaps to cheeks—left, right, Bastion head jerked, mouth opened to Rake thick spits, spit ran chin. Bastion rasped, body arched, Lockcage rubbed Rake thigh, drycum rolled waves, but focus Rake—couldn't cum, just spasms, balls clenched empty.
"All fours beside, ass to me," Rake barked at Toe. Toe doggy next, ass out, Rake one hand reached, kneaded cheeks, shoved finger hole—tight, hot, Toe wailed, body bucked. Bastion, drycum agony, grabbed Toe balls pinned kid place, squeezed hard, jealousy burned—"hold, bitch," Toe whined, hole clenched Rake finger, tears ran.
Rake pulled from Bastion one sharp move, shifted Toe—"your turn, kid." Slammed in sharp, Toe screamed pain, virgin hole answered hurt, Bastion grabbed Toe neck, choked light, pinned ground, Toe body tensed. Rake fucked deep, cock stretched tight slave hole, Toe whined, but after couple thrusts relaxed—hole loosened on cock, body waves rhythmic. "See, bitch, it takes like it should, Bastion, learn," Rake growled.
Rake pulled from Toe, hole gaped, juice ran, grabbed Bastion— "Sit on top, cum finally."
Bastion straddled, hole took Rake cock easy to balls, rode from top own, drycum hit hard—body jerked, prostate clenched, waves no cum, he howled quiet: loyal dog. Toe crawled, licked Rake nipples—salt, ring metal. Rake came in Bastion, cum flooded in hot thick, Bastion wailed, hole overflowed. Rake pulled, cum ran—"lick clean, Toe." Toe tongue to Bastion hole, slurped cum, salty musk taste, Bastion growled, held head. Rake stood over Bastion, cock mouth level—"open," piss hit stream warm scorching, Bastion swallowed, rest ran face, torso, mixed sweat dust. Fire died, night thickened, bodies gleamed, Bastion jealousy smoldered, but Rake slapped cheeks both—"enough tonight, bitches, rest."
Sleep
Bodies settled dust, fire warmth mixed discharge heat—Rake center, Bastion pressed side, heavy hand on leader shoulder, Toe curled feet, head on Bastion thigh. Cum and spit dried skin, Rake piss still burned Bastion mouth, holes throbbed, cages crushed swollen cocks. Sleep hit heavy—bodies tangled, sweat dust glued, warmth shared, discharge physical, Bastion jealousy dulled, not gone, but eased in circle heat. Dustlands night closed, till dawn.
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