SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! (16 page)

With one last thrust he finished. He braced himself on Jeff’s head, squashing his face into the concrete, as he pushed himself to his feet. Then he pulled up his shorts, tied them back
up, and walked past Tyler with no expression…just staring a message into Tyler’s shocked eyes.
You’re next.

Tyler swallowed hard and looked at Nick, whose own eyes were glazed in shock, a combination of excitement at what he’d seen and anger at the idea of Royce having his way with Tyler like that.

“Come on,” Tyler whispered. “Let’s go fuck.”

The next morning after breakfast, they were summoned to the pool. There was a speakerphone on a table, and with a knowing smile, Ken pushed the speaker button.

“Morning, everyone,” Mark Blackbeard said.

“Good morning, Charlie!” Jeff the Bottom cracked, and everyone laughed.

“You’re no angel, Jeff,” Ken said. “Don’t even try.”

“I hope you’re enjoying your trip.” A lot of enthusiastic whoops was the reply. “Great. So as you know, we don’t do much plot stuff in Pirate Island movies. It’s usually stupid and everyone skips it anyway to get to the fucking. But…the movie we’re filming tonight is an exception, sort of.

“Here’s the deal. Tonight we’re going to have a manhunt. Tops hunting bottoms. The bottoms will have a head start, and the tops will pursue them through the jungle. Tops will have
GoPros,” he said, referring to the little action sports cameras that you strapped to your forehead to capture the experience in HD. “And we’ll edit the footage to make the movie.

“Here’s the rules. If you’re a bottom, the top who catches you owns you for the rest of the vacation. But bottoms, you have an incentive not to get caught – the last bottom standing will win five grand on top of his paycheck.

“Of course, even the last bottom will be caught eventually, too. And the top to catch him also wins five grand. There’s some…flexibility in how the game is played, but I’ll let you figure out what that means as you go. Try something and if it makes a better game, a better movie, and I might allow it. Any questions?”

Nobody did, yet. They were still trying to get their heads around it. “Great. I’m available if you do. Good luck.”

Little conversations broke out everywhere as the idea sank in. Nick looked at Tyler. “You know who’s going to be hunting you, don’t you?”

Tyler swallowed, thinking about last night. “Yeah. Royce.”

Nick’s gorgeous face darkened. “There is no way I’m letting that asshole beat me.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow. Nick’s competitive drive was stronger than he’d imagined! “You mean, there’s no way you’re letting that big bad wolf ravish your cute innocent boyfriend.”

Nick laughed. “Yeah, that too.” He stretched, looking at Tyler speculatively out of the corner of his eye. “Of course, you could just lose, let me catch you right away…”

“Fuck that!” Tyler said, realizing he had a competitive nature of his own. “Besides, I want the five grand.”

Nick put an arm around him and gave him an affectionate noogie. “Good boy.”

Then they overheard Royce and Mitch Bradford discussing the hunt. “You’re saying you’ve done this before?” Mitch asked Royce.

“I’ve…hunted a lot,” Royce said. “Tracked big game.” He turned and stared at Tyler. “And men.”

“Shit,” Tyler whispered. “He’s a fucking pro, Nick. That’s why Mark invited him.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a hunter too.”

Tyler looked at him. “Get out.”

“Fuck yeah. I grew up in the fucking woods, dude. Shooting shit for dinner. How do you think I got into cooking?”

“I…never knew,” Tyler said, embarrassed that he’d never asked.

Nick smiled. “Mr. Monster Cock over there isn’t the only one with some experience in these matters. Come on. I’ll give you some pointers.”

They spent the afternoon out in the jungle – well, it wasn’t a scary, spider-and-snake-infested jungle, at least Tyler hoped not. It had been tamed, dirt paths cut through it, cute little ponds and shit, but…yeah…the further you got from the resort, the scarier it got. Nick gave Tyler advice on how to avoid the biggest mistakes someone being tracked could make.

“Though of course I’m going to be onto all those tricks, so you better think of some others if you want that five grand.”

Tyler laughed. “I can surprise you too, you know.”

“Yeah,” Nick said. “I know.”

That evening Ken waylaid Tyler on his way to his room. “Call for you.” He handed Tyler a cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tyler, it’s Mark. I wanted to wish you luck tonight.”

“Thanks…I think.” The thought that had been forming in his head all day finally set firm. “You set this up between Nick and Royce too, didn’t you. You seated us at the same table, you knew they wouldn’t get along. You knew they both had experience at hunting, at least you knew Royce did.”

“Nick’s a hunter too? That’s good to know. I’m not surprised. But yeah, I did set it up. I knew Royce had mentioned you when he asked about what he’d be doing in the movie, and what’s a story without a little tension?”

“I could just lose to Nick,” Tyler challenged him.

“I know you could. I also know you won’t. I’ve seen your fighting spirit, Tyler. I know you want to win, that’s why you’re here.”

Tyler flushed with pride. “Yeah, I do want to win. And I don’t want Nick to lose. Not to Royce.”

“Royce is an asshole,” Mark said, and Tyler laughed. “But he’s a very, very hot asshole. And he’s going to be great in this movie.”

“Yeah, but not with me.”

“That’s the spirit. Talk to you tomorrow.”

That night there were five of them heading out of the resort into the wild. Tyler, Jeff, Peter, and two other guys who Tyler had seen in a gang bang scene, Joey and Tim.

Ken fired the starter’s pistol and they were off, to cheers and jeers from the tops.

Tyler did as Nick had suggested and let the others get ahead of him. That way, when he got to a beach about a mile up from the resort, and saw tracks in the sand, he could carefully step in them as Nick had taught him, so as not to leave a second set of footprints.

The tracks led up to an old lean-to, right on the beach. He saw Joey hanging out the window.

“You’re going to get caught,” Tyler said as he passed.

“So?” Joey said, smirking. “I just want to get this over with and get fucked by one of these hot tops!”

Tyler rolled his eyes and kept going. Then he stopped, as he heard a cry from behind him. He looked back through the tropical foliage to see Ken wrestling Joey to the ground, face down, his beefy weight keeping him pinned. “I own your lazy ass now, bitch!” He watched Ken murmur into one of those walkie-talkie cell phones before setting it down, adjusting the camera on his forehead, and pulling down his pants.

Tyler grinned. Ken wasn’t what Joey had been expecting, but as Tyler knew from “60 Cocks,” what he had in his pants would definitely make Joey’s next few nights a lot less unpleasant than he was imagining them right now.

He grabbed a frond off a palm bush, and used it to erase his tracks off the beach and back into the jungle. Nick had told him to snap it off from the side away from the trail, so as not to make it obvious.

Fireworks suddenly lit the sky, one big rainbow burst. Tyler laughed. It was like the “Hunger Games”! One down… As much as he wanted to watch Ken tear up Joey’s ass, he had to keep moving.

Nick had told him to be careful as he moved through the undergrowth. “Try to move slowly, don’t tear shit off as you go, because Royce will spot where you’ve ripped leaves, trampled flowers.”

“Even in the dark?”

“It’s a full moon tonight,” Nick informed him. “That’s why we’re here now, this time of the month.”

Then he found Tim “hiding” in a tree house, not hanging out as brazenly as Joey had, but making enough noise creaking and shifting around up there that even Tyler could hear him.

But before he could say anything, he heard movement behind him. He hid and watched to see who was coming.

Royce. Tyler’s asshole clenched in nervous fear. And then his brain kicked in, relieved. He would bag Tim and that would be the end of it!

He watched Royce climb up the ladder as silent and fast as a cat. He heard a squeak of surprise from Tim, a low laugh and a whisper from Royce, and then Royce was back down the tree again.

“Wait!” Tim said, to no avail. Royce was already moving on.

Just as I thought
, Tyler frowned.
Royce wants me! He doesn’t give a shit about the money, or about catching the “last bottom.” Duh, he’s some fucking rich bastard who thinks he knows more about food than Nick!

Tyler’s temper flared.
Well I sure as hell care about the money! That’s a lot of fucking money!
He congratulated himself on having accidentally sidetracked Royce, by getting so close to another bottom. Maybe that was the secret, he thought. Find them himself to lead Royce off the scent! Let them make a shit load of noise and divert Royce time and again.

There were dunes further down, which Tyler avoided, watching the open area to see who might be dumb enough to be out there. Then he heard more footsteps, and panting. He ducked down and saw Jeff breaking out of the trees, dashing over the dunes, Mitch Bradford and Zack Black in hot pursuit.

They’d teamed up! Now like a pack of wolves they worked together to cut Jeff off, chase him down and move in for the kill. Jeff was fast, Tyler thought. He’s trying, got to give him
that. But it was to no avail. Jeff finally stumbled and Mitch was on top of him, Zack right behind. Click-clack, went Zack’s
walkie talkie.

“No fair!” Jeff said. “Why didn’t you stop and screw Tim, he’s just waiting for it.”

“He’s DQ’d,” Mitch said. “For not even fucking trying. Nobody’s gonna touch him the rest of the trip.” Then his cock was in Jeff’s mouth and that was the end of that conversation.

Tyler almost laughed. Serves Tim right! Then he sobered. That meant it was just him and Peter now… BOOM went another firework to announce Jeff’s “demise.”

Adrenaline was pumping through Tyler now. He was totally getting off on this. The thrill was even enough to dim his natural fears as he got deeper into the jungle, further from the resort and the obvious hiding places – are there snakes out here? Gun-toting pot farmers like in “The Beach”?

He stopped halfway up a hill and sipped the small bottle of water that was all they’d been given.
What if I get lost? How will they find me? I don’t have a
walkie talkie…
Suddenly the game wasn’t so fun.

Then he heard it behind him. A bush, rustling. He looked but saw nothing. Cold fear sweat broke out.

“Run,” he heard Royce’s voice whisper from behind the bush.

Fuck! He did just that, kicking himself for being so arrogant. Royce had been on his trail, on his tail, all along.
Stupid, stupid, thinking you could get away from a real hunter.
The thought of Royce’s tree branch splitting him open was…scary. But exciting… Tyler didn’t think he’d ever taken a cock that big.

But then he thought of Nick, who was no slouch in the meat department himself. And a hell of a lot sexier.
And besides, fuck this guy! He’s a prick! I don’t want to see him get what he wants.

Newly motivated, he found a pond and had an idea. The lung capacity that served him so well when he deep-throated Nick would help him here, too.

He hopped across a couple of rocks (no footprints that way) and got in the pond. Then slowly, to avoid ripples, je lowered himself in, taking a huge breath before submerging. Royce was an arrogant prick, and he’d assume, Tyler hoped he’d assume, that his prey was still running wildly in the same direction.

Two minutes later he had to come up for air. He could only hope it was enough time. He listened, heard nothing, but with Royce that was no guarantee… He slipped out of the water, and doubled back.

Then he saw the tracks – Royce’s tracks. Tyler had noticed that he had
Vibrams
on before they’d set out, and the “barefoot” tracks of those shoes were now wandering back down the trail the way he’d come. What the fuck? Why would he have Tyler on the run and then go backwards, back the opposite direction…

Shit. All the pieces came together in Tyler’s head. Royce wasn’t after him. He was after Nick! He was going to bend the rules, the way Mark had said you could. Royce didn’t want to top a bottom…he wanted to top a top! A top who’d defied his “expertise” in public.

Now Tyler had to be the hunter. He had to find Nick. At least he had one advantage – Nick wouldn’t be hiding his tracks, wouldn’t be thinking about being hunted. Though that was Royce’s advantage too…

He raced down the trails now, heedless of capture. Only Nick and Royce were out there now. And Peter, who didn’t even know he was “safe.”

Then he saw the prints of Nick’s Vans, Nick’s only wardrobe change at the resort from the boots he wore in the city.

He raced down the path, then saw his lover. “Nick!” he stage-whispered.

Nick turned around, smiled. “You give up?”

Tyler raced up to him, kissed him breathlessly. “Listen. The game has changed. Royce isn’t after me. He’s after you! He’s going to change the rules the way Mark said he could.”

Nick’s disbelieving smile faded as it dawned on him, how much sense it made.

But as Nick’s smile faded, Tyler’s grew wider. “But listen. I have an idea.”

Royce was less careful than he would have been had he been playing by the rules. There was no need to conceal himself from Nick – the rules were his disguise. A top would see another top and think, whatever.

Royce grinned. The dude was hot, and clearly a total top – that’s what it took to turn Royce on anymore, finding and using an unwilling man. And once he’d contradicted Royce about the spices in the food, Royce was determined to show him what was what. He’d only wrecked Jeff in the bathroom to show Nick what was coming…and to make Nick and Tyler think he was coming for Tyler.