Cleanliness is Unneccessary. Also Tanks.
#2 of The Pointless Adventures of Baphor Meht and a Slut
Chapter 2: In which, Cleanliness is Unneccessary. Also Tanks.
The tank was a behemoth of epic and unsightly proportions. Like a great big steel tumor on treads, traversing the twisted trail that took it towards the trashed Winnebago, it rumbled up to me, and after a few moments, leveled a very big, very phallic cannon at the front of the Winnebago and demanded that I step out of the vehicle, with a voice that sounded like a Megaphone.
It was a very unpleasant sort of way to woken up, if you ask me, because tanks are decidedly unpleasant things.
I stumbled out of the Winnebago into the unfriendly searing sun and stared into the gun barrel with an annoyed glance, rubbing sleep from my eyes. For a tank, it was a pretty badly-put together one. It looked like it had been made out of a patchwork quilt of every cheap metal you could find, lashed together with a healthy amount of wood and cloth bindings, and then sprinkled with rust to add on to it.
"Give us your weapons, water, clothing, and money. Now and quick as y'please, thanks!"
I blinked at the talking tank and shook my head.
"Um...no."
"Wot!?"
"Yeah...I don't really feel like giving up what little I have, so...um...I'll pass. But, hey, there are prolly plenty of Winnebagos out there for you to rob."
"D'ya not see the giant cannon we's got pointed at yer stupid face?"
"I do see it, yes, but I think that you won't be using it."
"Wot!? Why's that?"
"Well, if you break it down logically, that cannon you are using there fires some really really big shells. If you was to just shoot me with it, you'd blow up me, my clothes, the Winnebago, and everything else of value--which would thus make it a complete waste of time and resources. If you were really smart, you'd get a smaller cannon that fires just regular-sized bullets so that your threat is more sensible, but as it is, the only way you're going to have a go with my stuff is if you get out of there and take it, savvy?"
There was a long pause, and then the hatch of the tank opened up. A scruffy-looking wolf and a scruffier looking pig hopped out of the tank and landed on the dusty ground, their boots cracking at the dry dirt. The wolf smacked the pig upside the head.
"Bloody idiot, I told ya's that there was no good in just 'avin' a cannon!"
"Wot!? Screw ya mate, there wasn't no way we could've predicted this and y'know it!"
"Oh, shut yer bloody trap! Ya know how much oy I hate gettin' me hands dirty and all!"
"Yer hands are always dirty! Yer always getting marks on the bloody slave's fur! Y'know how much I like clean fur!"
"That's cause ye don't gots any, ya stupid swine!"
"I ain't stupid!"
"No, yer just fuckin' dumb!"
"Take that back!"
"It's too true to take back!"
The inside of the tank was pretty cramped, considering its size, and as I climbed in, I could see a third person inside--a little bunny, no older than 16 or so, chained by the neck to the side of the cockpit and looking particularly miserable. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, which were about a size too small for him, but had a deliciously wonderful way of clinging to his hips and...
Well, distractions aside, I gave him a cocky smile and settled into the driver's seat of the tank, seizing the little control stick thing and wrenching it to the side. The tank cannon swung around in a perfect half circle and collided solidly with the two would-be-bandit's skulls, knocking them both to the ground in a dusty heap, where they lay still. I congratulated myself and pick up a big coil of rope that lay underneath the seat, hopping out of the tank to go and tie the pair up.
I bound their arms and legs to one another and dragged them about twenty yards away from both the Winnebago and the Tank, and then once more returned to the tank with the key I'd pilfered from the pig's pocket. I slid the key into the lock around the bunny boy's neck, and the collar fell off with an audible click. The boy looked up at me with big, pink eyes, and I grinned at him.
"Baphor Meht. But, you can just call me Baph."
"U...uh...I'm L-Lloyd. I was their..."
"Yeah, I can tell. Come with me--you can stay in the Winnebago with me until we leave."
"L-leave?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna be takin' this tank and ridin' on out of this desert. I reckon you are sick of being cooped up here, so I figured you'll want a few hours of rest in a nicer place 'fore we go."
"Where are we going?"
I chuckled and ruffled his head.
"In the general direction of "away"."
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Twenty minutes later, I'd finished counting all the loot and supplies I'd nicked from the tank, and the Bunny had happily sprawled out on a cushiony seat, staring up at the ceiling. He was pure white, with a few streaks of dirt and dust marring an otherwise beautiful coat. The shorts were really very tight...I could stare at him and perfectly see his...
"Is there a shower here?"
"No. Not one that works."
"Figures. I'm kinda dirty..."
I sat down next to him and grinned coyly at him, gently brushing my fingers around his belly button.
"So am I. Plus I'm sweaty, so that's even worse, with the smell."
"Not really...I...like the smell."
I chuckled and continued to run my fingers along his middle.
"You like the smell of sweat?"
"It's really strong...I like strong scents, I always have."
"So, how'd you get caught by Piggy and the Dog?"
He blushed furiously.
"Well...a year ago, I fell in love with this guy...an older man, a drifter...I...'convinced'...him to take me along, run away from home and all that jazz...he
took what he wanted from me for about three months before leaving me out in the desert in nothin' but this..."
He indicated the shorts.
"Then...two days of near dyin', they found me and...well...then they were the ones using me. I guess I'm just...made to be used, I guess."
"That's pretty sad."
"It would be, but...well, the sadder part is, for the most part...I kinda enjoyed it."
I quirked an eyebrow.
"Did you now?"
"Yeah, I know. I'm a slut, at heart, I guess...but I love having sex...so I didn't complain too badly, except when they got violent."
"Wow..."
He sat up and grabbed my waist, pulling himself against me in a hug, and I could feel his cock digging into my stomach.
"You've been staring at my hips for this whole time now...I know what you want...and I want it to, so you don't have to be shy...even if I am a bit dirty."
My hands seized his rear hard, and I squeezed roughly.
"You'll find that cleanliness is really very...unnecessary."
He kissed me heatedly, and his tongue eagerly slipped into my mouth, dancing around inside and caressing my own with a surprising amount of skill. I pulled his shorts down to his thighs in an easy motion, his six-inch cock springing free. I immediately seized it in my hands and began to jerk him off, my hand running up and down the shaft hard, but slow, my own arousal digging between his hips. He let out a soft moan, his cheeks turning a rosy red, and he moved to kiss at my neck, suckling eagerly at it as his
hands helped pull my leather coat off.
I fell to my back, and he began to kiss a trail down my chest, taking the time to suck on one of my nipples gently, his fingers dancing around the hem of my pants, feeling up my bulging arousal quite eagerly. I let him unzip them, the button soon following, and soon his lips were on the strained fabric of my thong, suckling on me through the underwear.
I groaned and wriggled my hips, easing my pants down my legs and bunched them at my ankles. His hands slipped under the hem of my thong and eased it down my thighs, freeing my stiff, nine-inch black ramcock, which was quite eagerly swallowed into his maw.
"Ahhhhn...w...wow, you are eager..."
He chuckled and nodded as he bobbed his head up and down my cock, his hands fondling my balls happily. Pre spurted into his mouth as he sucked me off, and I howled in pleasure as he gently scraped a single tooth along a sensitive nerve, almost setting me off right then and there, and I gently pushed at his head to let him know that I didn't want to cum in his mouth this time.
He was atop me in a flash, his tight asshole wrapping around my cock with a wonderful amount of skill and control, my pre-slicked head pushing deep inside him as I continued to jerk him off, his hips grinding against my thighs.
"Ah....ah...ah..."
He rode me like a pro, his fingers kneading my chest as I bucked my hips into him, our bodies feeling a powerful and intimate closeness, the musky scent of sweat and dust and lust and cum filling the Winnebago. I cummed once then, filling his asshole with a short, but strong spray of seed, and then I had him on all fours, hands on his hips, and I was really giving it to him then, fucking him hard enough that I could hear my balls slapping against his creamy ass cheeks as the Winnebago shook back and forth, and his own cock dripped a steady stream of cum onto the cushions at least twice--maybe even three times, before I let out one final guttural cry and climaxed inside his tight asshole happily, filling him once more and collapsing against his naked form, his arms holding me close to him, his youthful voice whispering soft thank you's into my ear...
A few hours later, we sat in the tank cockpit, the engine rumbling beneath me as I began to drive us out into the desert, Lloyd's head sleepily resting against my shoulder as the night sky cooled our burning path, outward further into the unknown desert road...
---To Be Continued--
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yo yo! Figured I'd put one of these here. Anyway, for my first story I disabled voting to encourage written comments, but...well, I guess that didn't really work so well, so I have votes up again here.
This is an off-and-on series of crazy adventures between these two, which will run a pretty wide sexual gamut, so I hope you stay tuned to later episodes for more exciting positions and kinks. The sex is a focus, but as you can tell, my sex scenes are fairly short and, hopefully, intense enough to make up for it. I hope you enjoyed, and PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR LATER STORIES, like what kinks or scenarios you want.