Chapter 2: Old Friends

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Mick got to the spaceport on time, pulling up near Gate 3 in the “White-zone" pickup area, as he placed a small cardboard sign in the window that read “McCloud." He put the car in neutral, sent a text to his friend, Fox McCloud to let him know he was here, and waited.

It didn't take long for Fox, his wife Krystal, and his 18-year old son, Marcus to walk into view. Mick had not told them about the Audi, but they did know he was a transporter from message exchanges and calls that he made to Fox. After all, they were mercenary buddies that went way back.

Fox, Krystal, and Marcus came out from one of the doors of the spaceport lobby. Marcus, upon seeing the sight of Mick and the beautiful Midnight-black Audi SVX-4000, went into a euphoric mania, happily running around the car, whooping in excitement as he lightly slapped the body a few times and ran his hands across the car!

“Hey! Hey!" Mick shouted in annoyance, even though Marcus could not hear him. He silently cursed at the situation mentally. He had just detailed, washed and hand-waxed the entire car that morning, just after he had gotten it back from the off-world mechanic! Now, there were probably smears on the body from Marcus' hands…

Marcus got into the front seat. Krystal and Fox both got in the back after packing their luggage into the trunk. Marcus was ecstatic, though not entirely mild-mannered, as he propped his feet up on the dash. “Wow! This is sweet, uncle Mick! I heard you had a sweet setup for your transporter job, but an Audi SVX-4000?! This is incredible! I can't wait to see what the whole sitch with your godfather is like, as well as this castle! Let's go!"

Mick wasn't in such a chipper mood like Marcus. He set the parking brake, and folded his arms with irritation.

“What?" Marcus asked, confused.

“Marcus, what is the first rule I told you about the car?" Mick said flatly, reminding him of the rules he set up with him before they planned out this trip.

Marcus groaned in disapproval while Fox chuckled in the back seat. “Really, uncle?" Marcus whined. “You have to do this now-"

“What Is? The first rule? I told you? About the car?" Mick repeated, his tone a bit more abrasive with authority.

Marcus relented, taking his feet off of the dashboard and dusting off anything from his shoes with a handkerchief. “First rule of the car: Respect the man's car, the man respect you." Marcus said with a deadpan.

“Good. Second rule?" Mick continued as he unfolded his arms.

“Greet the driver." Marcus answered. “Hello, Uncle Mick. How was your day?"

“Fairly uneventful, Marcus." Mick replied. “I nearly got carjacked, but the unlucky carjackers didn't know who they were dealing with. How was your flight?"

“Long are boring." Marcus answered. “I'm just happy we didn't have to fly in economy. Second-class was a lot quieter. I'm looking forward to meeting your godfather, and seeing all that there is to see at this castle, and I'm excited to be spending my vacation here on Vhaldaria with you. So, may we set off, please?"

“Certainly, as soon as you remember the third rule." Mick said with a slight grin.

Marcus, with a sigh, fastened his seat belt, as Fox and Krystal had already done.

“Good." Mick said as he released the parking brake and put the car in gear, starting to drive. “You aced this refresher."

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An hour later, Mick drove the Audi into the village of Mel'Andrea to top off the tank with Hydrogen-2 fuel. While they were stopped at the service station, the McCloud's were looking around the village in awe. Marcus then got out a digital camera and started taking pictures of what he was seeing, snapping away and getting shutter happy.

“Well, now everyone knows we're tourists." Fox chuckled as he brought out some drinking water from the service station.

“I can only imagine how long it took to build that dam." Krystal said, noting the giant dam that stretched across the entire length of the river that the village was next to.

“They've actually retrofitted that dam, so it produces hydroelectric power." Mick said. “The village is quite proud of it."

After the car was refueled, they set off again, towards Egad's Castle. Marcus took a few more snapshots along the drive with his camera.

“So, how much further are we from the castle?" Marcus asked about fifty minutes into the drive.

“It should be around this bend." Mick answered.

Sure enough, after they rounded the bend, the castle was in view.

Marcus whistled. “Cool! So, is it true that your godfather has, well… His own gay harem in there?"

“Marcus!" Krystal exclaimed with laughter, recalling the discussions that she and Fox had with their son when he came of age, as well as when they planned this trip.

“Yep. It's true." Mick said. “He's not mean or cruel to them, though. In fact, he spoils them like nobility. They don't let it go to their heads, though."

“And do they dress in skimpy clothes like a harem does?" Marcus asked.

“They do." Mick said. Marcus blushed a bit, thinking over the images bouncing around in his head.

They pulled up to the drawbridge, Mick ringing the intercom.

“Identity, please." A voice sounded from the speaker.

“Mick Daniels." Mick said.

A scanner then popped out from the intercom and shined a scanning beam over the entire car. After it was done, it retracted, and the draw bridge lowered.

“Welcome back, Mr. Daniels." The voice said.

With that, Mick drove across the bridge and into the castle grounds.

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Egad watched from inside the garage as Mick pulled his Audi in and parked with Symon, Galen, Amon, and Tuxa at his side. Tuxa was dressed in his coven outfit, a skimpy risqué representation of a butler's suit, consisting of a black-and-white thong, as well as white cloth gloves and cufflinks on his arms and legs going around his manacles, as well as a stand-alone cloth collar with a tie going around the metal-banded collar around his neck. The entire coven had taken a quick bath after their post-workout love-making, and all of them were prepared to meet the McClouds.

“Are you sure I'm not under-dressed, master?" Galen asked shyly, wringing his hands slightly behind his back. He, along with the entire coven was only dressed in their usual slave attire. Galen was just wearing his black thong outfit, with the anklet socks and two bandannas tied around his right arm. Amon, though he wouldn't admit it out of pride, felt the same as he was just wearing his black dungeon attire, recently updated with some breathable leather chaps to go with his loincloth.

“Not at all." Egad reassured. “Me and Mick personally talked with the McClouds on what they should expect while they are here. They even gave Marcus a repeat talk on sex. It'll be fine, Galen."

Mick then walked up with the McClouds. “Hey, Uncle Ryan! How's your day so far? I noticed there was a repair team on the roof when I drove in."

“Yes, the air conditioner in the gym had a problem, but they're fixing it." Egad said.

“Well, these are the McClouds." Mick said, introducing his friends. “This is Fox, my long-time mercenary buddy and friendly rival, his wife Krystal, and their 18-year old son Marcus."

“Charmed." Fox said, reaching out his hand to shake.

Egad gladly shook Fox's hand in return. “Likewise. Welcome to my home, Mr. McCloud."

Galen noticed that Marcus couldn't help but look over him, Tuxa, and Amon. Marcus' eyes were shining with awe and curiosity. Galen could have sworn they even held a bit of lust.

“Well, we had better get our luggage taken to our rooms." Fox said.

“I'll take your bags, Mr. and Mrs. McCloud." Tuxa said. The McClouds handed over their bags, Tuxa placing them on a luggage cart.

“We will show you where you will be staying." Galen said with a smile.

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Marcus followed Galen, Egad, Tuxa, and Amon as they carried their luggage to the castle's guest rooms, Egad, Galen and Amon leading the group. All the way, Marcus could not help but fixate his eyes on Galen's ass. The Lion's mostly-bare rear, like the rest of his entire body, reminded Marcus of artisan nude statues from Corneria's Renaissance Era. The lion's muscles looked like they had been carved from stone by said Renaissance artists, it even looked as solid as such! It was filling his mind with erotic thoughts, which were hard to ignore.

Marcus tried to get it off his mind, settling his eyes on Amon instead. That didn't help, either. Amon's muscular body was causing the same thoughts to cycle through Marcus' head. Dammit! Marcus thought, trying to ignore the building tightness in his pants. Uncle's Godfather not only had to have a gay harem, but a hot and sexy gay harem!

After Marcus had been shown his room, he quickly isolated himself in there. Sex-filled thoughts revolving around him, Amon, Galen, and Tuxa swam through the ocean of his brain. If Amon and Galen looked that hot, did that mean that everyone in the harem was like that?

Marcus moaned softly as he felt his trapped cock throb sharply in his now constricted pants. He sighed and went into the bathroom, knowing he needed to take care of this before it became a problem.

He only hoped his entire stay would not leave him as painfully blue-balled like he was now.