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"Bandits"

The sun was beating down hard at this early-afternoon hour. Even after the catastrophe that occurred years before, the Nevada desert hadn't changed much, if nothing more than growing more arid, it at times had a heat that could rival Death Valley, which in itself had become a charred wasteland in the past couple of years. A man walking alone through the desert was as good as dead anyway. If not from the intense heat of the days, or the frigid temperatures that fell during the night, raiders and bandits had set up several camps and territories along the landscape as the desert zone had stretched some three hundred miles east and west while climbing almost the entirety of the United States' length from north to south; so in effect, it had changed some... but its environment remained as harsh as ever.

Under his wide brimmed hat, the human had been wandering the desert for many days and nights, trying to find some hope of civilization, or a place to settle. His crimson red mask dangled over his face, hiding under it a pair of parched lips and a dry mouth. Uncapping his flask, he held the metal container a few inches from his face as he pulled his mask away and took a drink. The water was warm, almost too hot to drink, but he had to keep his body going until he found his way to where he needed to get. His goal was Las Vegas, he'd heard some rumor that humans were resettling into that city, but then again they were only rumors. His journey was set until three days ago when he passed from Colorado onto the deserted plains that started in Utah.

He was a survivor though, and under a thick leather coat he would continue to survive the sun's rays. A pair of makeshift sunglasses sank down the bridge of his nose some, forcing him to correct them every once in a while. The bright midday sun was almost unbearable, the parts of his skin that were showing had already been burned pretty badly by the scorching heat. He used his bandanna to dab off some of the sweat, and continued on, listening to the sound of his boots grind into the desert sand as he walked. He sank and rose as the dunes had. Much of the land had become a wasteland, even the parts that hadn't been before. He kicked at an edge of a golden arch in the sand, wondering if that may have once been a McDonalds sign. He decided then was a chance to rest out of the direct sunlight and sat in the thick shade being thrown from it. He removed his left boot to pour the sand from it and he unfastened his coat to allow some of the light warm breeze to cool his sweating torso. Despite outward appearances, his shirt under the coat was mere tatters of what was once a white wife beater, drenched over the course of a few days in sweat. It actually felt good for him to unwind. He pulled back his hat to let the breeze come against his face to cool it off some

The sound of the plastic exploding from the sign behind him reached him well before the sound of the gunshot. He threw himself hard onto the ground and rolled away from the sign, not bothering to retrieve the hat he'd lost, he let his dark long hair toss about in the air as he rolled behind a boulder and trained his own gun on the rocks behind him. Whoever it was obviously had the clear vantage and could have nailed him at any point between the sign and his cover, so why didn't they?

Raising his head some, he tried to lock in on some sort of movement, some sort of sign that someone was still in the rocks above, and he got it with an unexpected shattering of stone only a few inches from his face. He ducked down again and brought himself up only to unload three or four shots before ducking again.

These bandits were intentionally keeping him pinned down for some reason. He steadied his gun in his hand and turned around to check to see if they weren't sending people up after him. To his surprise, he spotted someone suddenly ducking down behind a boulder not ten feet away. He fired his gun at the boulder, causing a man in a black coat and hat to jump away from it for a brief second before quickly crawling back behind it.

"I got your man in my sights!" He announced loudly as he pulled back the hammer and trained it on the rock. "Back off or I blow a hole straight through him."

Obviously the shooter, whoever it was didn't care about his man as another shot rang out, suddenly winging him in the shoulder. He spun around and hit the ground with so much force that sand puffed up over his head. Before he could grab his arm with his free hand though, four guns were trained on him. Two from two different black-masked men looming over him. He grunted in pain but didn't cry out as he was grabbed under each arm and hoisted back to his feet.

A man was approaching them from the rocky hills, quite obviously the shooter, as the gun in his holster was still smoking slightly. He wore a black shirt with beige slacks and a leather belt that seemed to fit a little loosely on his hip due to the weight of the gun dragging it down on one side. "You know, you're about as dumb as you are a poor shot." He said with a laugh.

"Fuck you. Who are you? What do you want?"

A grab from the man holding his wounded arm squeezed the wound, making him grunt in pain again. The leader leaned up close, the breeze picking up his mask slightly, but not enough to see under it. His sunglasses were dark, and well put together with a gold colored frame, and it was impossible to see underneath them. "Well, we're just here to rob you, sir!" He could hear the scoffing laugh underneath the mask.

With a whiplike reflex, he grabbed one of the bandits with his good arm and twisted his way out of their grips. Grasping one of their guns he pulled the other bandit to his chest like a shield while pointing at the others. "Now you boys listen to me." He said. "I've done nothing to any of you lot, so you best be letting me go."

"Now, see..." The leader said, putting a hand on his hip and chuckling. "That was your first mistake right there."

An even quicker reflex than he realized, the lead bandit showed his true skill but pulling a small device from his left hip pouch and firing it directly at the gun. Wires twined the barrell and a sudden, burning, numbing sensation shot through the loner's body. He couldn't even hear himself cry out, but heard the echo of his voice as he struck the ground; still twitching from the taser's effects as everything seemed to blanket over dark. "Let's get back to camp..." The voice started to fade as he faded into darkness and everything around him went black.

His next awakening he found himself being dragged behind a horse. His feet were etching lines into the sand but his backside and arms were up off the ground, his wrists tied to the back of the rider's saddle. The sound of him regaining consciousness turned the bandit's attention to him. "Ggh..."

"Don't be giving us no trouble. Brand ain't one to give many people second chances." The rider warned. "You're up shit creek with him as it is. Cooperate and you won't have to worry."

"Not much at talking to strangers." He said. "Who are you?"

"I'm called Stitch." He answered.

The stranger smirked a bit. "No, really..."

"Really. At least that's what Brand calls me."

"So you're not even going to tell me your name?"

"Stop talking!" The sound of Brand's voice barked, making Stitch jump in his saddle. "You don't need to know who we are, stranger. How far do we have left to go, Gut?"

It was easy to see why the third bandit was named Gut. He wasn't exactly fat, but he had a stockier, portlier nature than the others. He pulled off his hat and ran his fingers along his bald head underneath. A pattern of scales was clearly evident along the man's scalp, along with slightly luminescent eyes that flicked in Brand's direction in the failing light. "He should be just over the rise there."

"I can smell his cooking already." Stitch sniffed the air and a tail that had been just out of side swung into view over the horse's tail above the stranger's head. "I'm starving."

The stranger could feel an incline that rubbed against his back, sending sand down his coat. There was firelight coming into view, obviously the group had set up a small camp, though he couldn't see much past the horse. "Jesse. How goes the grub?" Brand said, suddenly sounding a bit more cheerful than gruff. As the horse came down the binding rope that held his wrists in the air was released, sending the stranger rolling down the dune into the small circle of stones surrounding the site. He sat up, realizing that his legs were also tied together.

Jesse wasn't dressed in heavy clothes, obviously he had discarded them after the sun had gone down. He was built like an ape, large on top, though his legs seemed smaller. He sat shirtless with a pair of tan shorts on, stirring the pot over an open flame while occasionally sipping from it and adding more salt to it. "Not so watered down." He said finally. "I was able to catch a rattler this afternoon, and he's been cooking really nicely."

"Good. I'm starved!" Gut exclaimed as he hopped down from his mount.

"We'll get to that in a bit." Brand said with a snarl. "First we deal with the stranger, then we eat. So the faster we can rid him of his worldly possessions, the faster you can cram food down y'all's throats."

That seemed to be the motivation they needed as Gut and Stitch quickly pulled him up to his feet. Brandishing a knife, Brand let the metal reflect on the stranger's face before yanking off his sunglasses. Brand also looked like a mutant. His face was thin and he had a pair of tiny teeth that had found their way past his lips. He leaned in and sniffed the man. He growled and tossed the stranger's coat aside, making him wince. Another touch from the knife made him freeze a bit as it slid down his skin and over the tattered shirt. "Now. You willing to cooperate with us? Or are we going to have to kill you, and make us grave robbers?"

"Well, technically grave robbing is--" He felt the knife press against his abdomen. "Ooookay! Okay! I'll give you all I got, just don't do anything rash."

"Oh trust me, you don't want to tell him that." Stitch said, grasping the stranger's arm tighter. "Rash and rough are his bread and butter."

"Really?" He sounded intrigued all of a sudden. "Well, you boys let go of my arms and I'll drag everything out of my pockets, nice and slow."

"Let him." Brand said, gesturing his knife and replacing it with his gun. "Make a wrong move, stranger, and I'll bury a bullet between your eyes."

"Sure." The stranger had to play it cool, he couldn't deal his hand until things were just right.

First, he opened his coat and removed it. His arms were littered a bit with tribal-styled tattoos that continued some under his tank top. First, he removed his wallet; a pouch that hung from his belt. Opening it he revealed a small cache of money inside. Small gemstones sparkled against the firelight. Carefully, he placed it on the ground and stood back up. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, it was a blank scrap with some random writings on it for directions of where he needed to be headed and he put it down as well. Brand watched the paper blow away in the breeze and he gave off a sigh, relaxing his hand on the pistol as the stranger dipped deeper into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards that had been bugging him most of the trip to the camp site. They were trick cards and unfurled as a single sheet bound end-over-end.

"What's in your coat pocket?" Gut asked, tugging on the stranger's bad arm and making him wince. His arm was already feeling better, but not after that tug.

"Here, I'll show you, there's not much in there. Most of my valuables are in my wallet." He explained as he crouched down and reached into his jacket's pocket. His fingers came across a thread-like strand and he pulled it out; it was an emerald necklace framed in a gold ring. As he picked it up he glanced at the others, watching as they stared into the gem, which then started to glow in the firelight. "And this is always a nice feature." He said as he flicked the rim of the gold ring, causing it to spin wildly around the emerald.

Brand stared into the ring as it spun, then brought it to a stop. "Huh. Interesting trinket." He said. "Just for that, I might consider not killing you. Sit down." He said.

Stitch and Gut allowed the stranger to sit down, though they tied his hands together again. The four of the bandits sat together nearer the fire and spoke amongst themselves. The soup looked green under the low light. He watched as they began to relax, slowly even start enjoying their company. Obviously something may have been added to the concoction that allowed a little relaxation. He smiled, this would be perfect, if he could get the leader Brand alone, maybe he could find some way of getting him to submit. Once their leader fell, the others would surely fall like dominos.

He coughed, feigning having a dry throat. This earned a glance from Brand. "Hey. Shut it."

"Sorry, just a little thirsty." He said. "Would you mind giving me a little water? If you ain't going to kill me, I could really use something to drink."

Sighing, Brand got to his feet. His slight drunkeness gave him a bit of a swagger as he stood and he stormed over toward him. The look in his eyes, the shape of his face, he seemed almost canine in appearance. He dropped a flask to the sand in front of him. "There's your water."

Twisting the cap open he took a slug, and realized from the burn that it was actually much stronger; like absinthe, that he'd just chugged down his throat. He rode the buzz and didn't gag at the taste before taking it from his lips. "So, what's the story with you four? You all look... half mutated, not exactly Torque, but not exactly human."

"So goes the deal with living halfway between the disaster zones." He admitted. "This dog ain't nothing more than half that."

"I see." He glanced up and locked eyes with Brand. "Why don't you sit down for a few minutes and chat with me then?"

"I don't even know your name, stranger." Brand admitted, but sitting down regardless. "Why should I do what you say?"

The stranger grinned a bit, but hid his expression well. "Touche." He nodded. "So, why would your band still be out in the middle of this wasteland?"

"No better place to survive." Brand admitted. "We've got pockets of our groups throughout the canyons to the south, and the flatlands to the north. With the loss of air travel and most vehicular travel, the only way for anyone to make their way from one side of the continent to the other is walking right through our territory. It's the perfect nesting ground."

"So it would seem." He said.

A green flash seemed to spin across Brand's body, making him look dizzy for a moment and he put his hand on his face. "Ugh... what was that?" He asked.

"What was what?" The stranger asked, having noticed everything. "Are you feeling tired, Brand?"

There was a bit of a pause as Brand seemed to process the question, suddenly his eyes blinked awkardly. "Yes I suppose I am."

"Maybe you and the others should call it a night. You can do what you want with me tomorrow, but right now I think you need a nice long sleep."

Brand stifled a yawn, and stretched his arms out. "You know, you're right. I think a good night's rest will do some good." He grabbed the stranger's arms and legs, unravelling the rope, then tying them together. "This ought to keep you confined until the morning."

"You know it. Sleep well."

Staggering to his feet, he looked like he'd downed ten absinthe bottles. He yawned as he walked over to the fire and knocked over the pot. "Alright, let's get some shuteye!" He shouted at the others, who scrambled away from the splashing pot. "We'll figure out what to do with him in the morning!"

There was a lot of arguing and talk between them, but eventually the lot settled down and decided that it would be a good idea to turn in. The stranger watched as one by one the four of them laid down on their makeshift blankets and hunkered down for the night. It grew later and later, as he watched them roll over and snore, sound asleep during the night he found it easier to stay awake due to the strange and uncomfortable position he was put to rest in. When he was sure everyone was completely out, he made a quick twist and tug of his wrists, freeing them from the bonds. Brand was so tired he didn't realize that his wrists and ankles were separated by a few small inches.

After clearing the ropes, he slunk down toward the fire, which was already riding low. He gently pulled Brand's arms around his back and bound them together with the rope and then reaching up, he grabbed the man by the face, tightening his mouth under his arm as he awoke in complete shock.

"Shhh! Shh!" The stranger whispered into the man's ear. "Trust me, you'll like this." His fingers dipped down under the man's belt, finding room to move freely underneath the cloth. Brand wasn't wearing any underwear, the rough feeling of his skin greeted the firm grip he gave and immediately he could tell Brand was fighting an erection. Using a skilled hand, he quickly unfastened Brand's belt and his thumb dug squarely into the center of his pucker. Brand whimpered and tightened up as he felt the finger push against his hole and back again, then pressure was applied again and released again, he was getting hard to this and he couldn't fight it. "I want you to stay quiet." The stranger whispered in Brand's ear, biting down on his ear lobe roughly as his hand pushed the man's pants down.

As the stranger's arm pulled away from his face, Brand felt compelled not to cry out. He didn't want anyone to see how much he was enjoying this, it wasn't because the stranger told him not to... it couldn't have been... his words were frozen in his throat as he felt a long, wet tongue probe between his cheeks. Brand expelled a sharp gasp of air as the stranger now used both of his hands to spread his ass apart and his face and tongue began to push even more roughly into it. The stranger grinned a bit as he watched Brand's legs kick up a bit the more he got into it. The leader's pants weren't quite down to his knees yet but they were getting there. His own arousal pressed against his trousers, the sweet musky aroma was something that he'd missed for some time. He opened his fly and his cock nearly flew from its confines into the cool night air. His hand wrapped around it a few times, he could feel the moisture of his precum soaking his palm, making it slick and sticky at the same time. Looking up, he could see Jesse over by his cooking pot, watching in a strange silence as he jerked himself in the darkness, the stranger grinned and looked at Brand. "I'll come back for you, stay quiet until I come back..." He whispered finally lifting his head from the warm ass.

Standing up, the stranger didn't drop his eye contact with Jesse who had turned his head over, pretending to be asleep with that massive erection wasn't fooling anyone. He unfastened his belt and let his pants drop to the ground, he stripped out of his shirt and strode across to where he was laying at the fire. "I know you're awake." He whispered, but Jesse refused to move. Jesse kept his eyes closed and his mouth open, snoring softly as he laid there. He didn't expect a large warm mass of flesh to lower over his face, the stranger's balls bouncing against his chin as he sat almost completely on the cook. "Mmmph?" He took in this generous helping by quickly running his tongue along the man's ass, giving a good, wet kiss of the pucker. The stranger grabbed the hilt of Jesse's cock and wrapped his mouth and tongue around it, taking it in. Jesse shook like a leaf as the intensity set in, a small fountain of precum flooded the stranger's lower lip as he slurped it up and brought himself down on the cock hard. He noticed some movement to either side as Gut and Stitch joined in the fun. Already naked, Stitch's arms wrapped around him as his legs rooted themselves underneath them. With Jesse there to hold him up. Stitch's thick shaft rubbed against the stranger's stomach he quickly spit on his hand and ran it along the length of the stranger's cock. He was definitely no ametuer. A long tongue exited Stitch's mouth and curled around the stranger's own as they kissed. He moaned and shivered as he felt the stranger's cock penetrate him, gasping and opening his mouth only moments at a time to break the kiss and breathe. Sliding down the shaft and back up again, his fingers moved like velvet on the stranger's skin. He roughly pulled his hair back some as he increased his tempo. Feeling the desperate tonguing from Jesse's mouth and watching also as Gut had started rimming Jesse, the stranger was finding it hard to keep from exploding. Stitch would be his first, but Brand... he looked at the other man, still bound, his cock begging to be used... Brand would be the last. They would be his... completely. His eyes locked onto Stitch's, whose pupils constricted with a sudden, strange realization. "Y-you're... HNNNGH!" They came at the same time. Splashes of cum shot up the stranger's chest as he unleashed a flood of his own into Stitch. The two of them hugged tightly for a moment. Stitch moaned and cried out again and again, as if he were still orgasming when the stranger laid him back onto the ground. His arousal still full, Stitch's cum continued to pour from his shaft as he turned his hunger onto Jesse' whose ass had already been quite done in by Gut's tongue.

"Go and play with Brand for a few moments while I finish here." The stranger said, still breathing heavily. Gut complied immediately, not even noticing Stitch who was still writhing under their feet in long-lived bliss.

Lifting Jesse's legs, the stranger pushed his shaft into the man. Jesse cried out loudly, his massively disproportionate chest heaving up and then falling flat as he was lifted partly off the ground flattening his back. "AAWR! AHH!" He howled out loud as he felt the shaft drive itself deep into him, his fingers clutched at the earth, his tongue slapping out of his mouth and being pulled back in again and again. "Ahhhh!" He was a moaner, which turned the stranger on even more.

"Give into me, Jesse..." The stranger whispered as he buried himself harder and faster into the half-ape beast. "Ffffuck.... cum for me!"

"I-I-can't... stop it...!" He gasped, locking eyes with the stranger. "W-wait I know you, you-you're AAAAARGH!" He came suddenly and almost violently as he convulsed like he was in an earthquake. He came so hard a long thick strand of cum slapped across his face, then another before the stranger could work up his own ejaculation and he came again, flooding Jesse's hole.

As before, Jesse's eyes glazed over, leaving him somehow locked in an eternal orgasm. As the shots faded from the stranger, he slowly pulled his still ready cock from the ass and watched for a moment as Jesse continued to occasionally ejaculate on himself.

Next was Gut, who had straddled Brand's cock and was teasing the tip of it with his ballsack. He grunted as he was pulled back into the stranger's arms. "Wha-what are you doing?" He asked with a voice of shock as the stranger buried his cock hard into the man's back.

"Giving you a little double shot." The stranger said with a grin as he leaned Gut back.

He was surprised how easily Gut's ass opened up around the double width of both his and Brand's cocks, but Gut screamed out loud, almost losing to his orgasm immediately. The stranger pulled Gut against him and down, allowing both his own and Brand's cocks to move up into that warm, thick ass. "Ahh! AHH!" Gut didn't sound like he was in any pain, in fact a few precum shots from his cock made it most of the way across Brand's chest. Brand, still tied down grunted and bucked his hips upward even harder with each enticing layer of wetness that dropped on his stomach. The stranger's hands gripped Gut's hips tighter and tighter as his and Brand's cocks both shoved deep up into him and back out again. The stranger's head rolled as another orgasm was coming on. By this point he was covered in his own sweat and musk and he still had to fuck Brand after this.

"N-no this... ahh! This! AHH!" Gut repeated himself two or three times before finally exploding, covering Brand's face with his cum as he shot round after round into his face. Quickly the stranger locked his eyes with Gut whose eyes donned the realization as well. "N-no way! You're.... hnnngh!" He grunted and threw his body back, feeling the stranger's cum suddenly flooding his insides.

"I kn-know who you are... Vincent Rourke..." Brand huffed loudly as Gut fell away, landing on the ground beside them. Quickly, Vincent shifted his cock from Gut and forced it hard into Brand's ass. "You t-take men as your thralls... but I will not give in... I must n-not give in."

Vincent growled as he grabbed Brand, fucking him hard now, his body aglow with the layer of sweat lit by the firelight. His eyes glowed yellow by now, his pupils dilated wide. He growled and hissed, grabbing Brand by the back of the neck and making him sit almost completely upright as he pressed their foreheads together. "You have no choice... you--you've already given in..." He said with such confidence that Brand whimpered and leaned back, suddenly crying out as he came between them. As his fluids began to slap between their wet stomachs, Vincent's growls crescendoed into a single, mighty howl as he gave a final forceful thrust, unleashing his fluids into the man, his would-be captor. Their bodies rocked together as Vincent hilted into the man, making him his own. And, just like all the others before, Brand's eyes glazed over, and he was lost in a world of pleasure...

The morning sun was coming over the horizon as Vincent finished; using part of the McDonald's sign and most of their clothes, he was able to fashion a wouldbe sled from the materials, leaving Jesse, Gut, Stitch and Brand with almost no clothing aside from a light cloth layer over their shoulders to protect them from the sun. He walked past each of them, pulling them into a compliant kiss as he made his way toward the sled. He stepped on top of it and he grinned looking at them. "My pets, today is the first day of the rest of your lives. We will travel south toward your main encampment, and there I hope to make many... many more friends like you. He grinned and tugged the reins, giving them a quick snapping motion to move. Immediately all four of them grabbed their harnesses and started running, dragging their new master along with them for the ride.

THE END