The Stampede

Part 7

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Written by Septia.

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-Shrhrlsptsh- Freed. Air. Lungs stretching. Vomit. Everywhere. It was all coming over me in a blur; I felt the fresh salty breeze pipe through my nostrils as I dispatched a batch of chunky barf, the pale porridge turned lime and lemon hued and zest by stomach acids and whatever filth it drained form my gut. Vomit cascaded in a rippling bile that spread out as a pancakebatter on the floor beneath me. I made out shapes from the grime, eyes focusing, squinting in the light reflected from the pools in the mire. My arms trebling in holding up my weight. My shirt was untied, must have… happened while I was unconscious.

     “Hold it,” I heard Boss' voice.

     I couldn't look up, just stared down, his hoof in the edge of my peripheral vision. He dragged something off of me, relieving me of the soaked and tattered shirt.

     “Proceed.”

     As if by command my arms' energy reserves gave out, and I plummeted right into the bile batter on the floor. -Spslwlth- A wave of grime rippled under me, the heat from the vomit soaking into my skin.

     Laughter came around me, the beasters gathering to watch me struggled, collapsed in a lake of my own vomit, limbs and mind alike spent and warped around the thought soft cock.

     I then, felt a palm, over my hair. A gentle… brush along it. A warm… pet? Then it clenched into a fist, and heaved my head up by the hair, my groans of pain stifled with a finger pressed to my lips. Boss stared right at me.

     I watched the camera focused on us, holding on the shot.

     “Clean yourself up, filthy faggot.”

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“ Missed a spot,” Leash taunted and rattled my collar.

     I reeled my tongue out, lapping up at the edge of my chin, slurping in the splotch of vomit that had flicked up. It was a chunk with jam, the warped taste of blueberry felt alien in my mouth, which had been pickled with musk salt over the past hours. The Beasters were gathered around me in a ring, I was crouched on my knees, wiping off the last bile with my stained shirt. The camera propped up on and, focused my face in its focal point.

     “Tell us, Guss.”

     Boss's words made my eyelids twitch, Peering up, I heard my name again… was unnatural.

     “Regale us, and all the whores watching, with the details of your day with us.”

     It clicked for me and I suckled my lip, thinking back, sighing between breaths.

     “I… I started, with licking your balls.”

     “You love the salty beast nuts huh? How much do you love them, you freak?” Left-Cheek piped in.

     “I would suck them before every meal if I could. I got to take in so many of your musky scrotums, I couldn't help myself.”

     The Beasters laughed, heckling me as I kept talking.

     “I then, I got to taste Boss's ass, and, I… Then I… I was taken to, muzzle rammed his-.”

     “Don't forget how you slobbered over both our cocks,” Left-Cheek sneered.

     “You were going ham on suckling and cleaning up all the sweat from our filthy dicks,” Right-Cheek continued.

     “Y-yeah, I did. It felt like it went on forever. Tt-then you… ma-made… I… I begged to eat your buttholes, and to lap your mud pits clean.”

     The crew stemmed up in laughter again.

     “Get a load of this depraved whore of a faggot.”

     “All too true, he did beg like a noisy bitch.”

     Leash moved down to my level, holding the end of the leash to my chin, hoisting it up. “What about us destroying your ass? You screamed like a squeak toy in a tumbler, how much did you love it…?”

     I swallowed, racking my brains over it. Caught in his clutches I felt the pressure was tactile. But I couldn't hide the truth…

     “I loved every moment. It busted my as, so I don't know how I'll handle the bathroom for weeks.”

     They stemmed up in snickering scoffs.

     “And you would do it again?”

     “In a heartbeat. I would t-take two of you right now. My b-butthole is already wrecked to hell, what is a few more tears?”

     Leash clasped his lips taut, huffing out waves of steamy breath from his nostrils, the others acting similarly, I saw Boss's ears flicker…

     “You also made quite the mess,” Brawn huffed.

     “I c-chocked on cock till I puked,” I admitted, looking through the camera, closing my eyes, as the memory played itself in my head, “I messed up over a lot of you…”

     “Fag, we all knew exactly what you had for breakfast by now…,” Muzzle pointed out.

     “Porridge and gruel does make for a sturdy meal, when you need enough energy to please seven Beasters all day,” Brawn added to the amusement of the crew.

     Boss held up a palm, the others growing silent. “There is something else filthy you did, so repulsive that I believe it caused much of that throw up…”

     I gasped in a breath, shaking. “I ate your farts too, suckled them down and cleaned your assholes with only my tongue. And I would do it again,” I ensured.

     Boss, licked his lips. “Sounds delightful.” He snapped his fingers, and the crew turned around, facing their asses towards me, encircling me. “Get to it, my boys need a pick me up before we can cream the last dot on this session.”

     I panted, holding over my head as I saw all their firm, well toned bottoms presented again. Many inhibitions I had this morning, were laid in ruins. I only hesitated until Boss gave me a nod.

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Again and again I felt my hands slip through the crack between the broad buns, parting to uncover a twitching butthole, each one with their own hue, size and plumpness. Each time I sunk in to swirl my tongue over it, lubricating it in warms smooches and plastering humid laps to the rippling flesh.

     Left-Cheek and Right-Cheek's were smaller, tight and wriggled in against my tongue, Right-Cheek’s softer and bending to the touch of my tongue, even letting it slip through and into his rectum. Left-Cheek’s was taut, so I could give it teasing nibbles and feel the rugose texture push against my molars. I leaned into it, often reaching around with my arms to jerk them whilst servicing the sweaty butthole. It didn't feel like they needed it, they were hard and tugging themselves off already, but still allowed my fingers to trail up their shafts a massage their members whilst I suckled on their asses.

     Muzzle's was plump, soft to the touch now, and his cheeks curving in against me like pillows. It tasted faintly of roasted hazel, bathed in salt and butter. I kept my head sunken deep in the hold of his clamping buns, engulfed by the inviting atmosphere of his ass.

     Brawn's was warm, wide, and my tongue slipped in smoothly, revolving down his rectum and scraping up filth flecks and residue trapped within. He cooed in that, cute way, far too cute for the buffest buffalo in the room, his rim tasting of workouts and musty bread spices, I adored everything about them.

     I couldn't reach through Leash's butthole, though I tried, it pinched against my tongue, again and again. I kept slobbering over it, saliva trailing down my drool brush and pooling through the wrinkles of the anus. I massaged his rear and spread the drool rivers to new furrows in his pucker, and letting the excess ooze free along the crevice of his crack. It still had that hint of bull caramel, corrupted raw guttural pungency, but it wouldn't stop me from lapping it all all up.

     Lens’s was flat, twitching, quivering a my tip wriggling and ventured across it, fondling the jostling little pit as he took in deep, long breaths. His tasted clean, it wasn't to the extent of being ‘sterilized’, but still smelling sweeter, of tart conditioner than the rest of them.

     And then… Boss. His ass was nasty, warped hues of fudge and bathed in a sewage of tar, salty so my tongue recoiled when it brushed along the quivering bouquet of a butthole. His cheeks vice-gripped me, showing the toned muscles kneading into my face. I wriggled my tongue to brush through the fractures of skin folds along the pit, peeking inside and suckling in my own drool. Tongue ventured deep enough to pick up splotches of rectum oil, stabbing putrid prics into my tongue. I swabbed the mixture of oil and spittle to lubricate and salve the wrinkled walls of his bowel.

     “Mmr…”

     I heard him moan, silent, yet, intimate.

     Withdrawing from his rear at the guide of a thumb pushing along my forehead, was… strange. I didn't want to stop… my taste buds did, though at this point they had no say in the matter. I watched Boss raise a fist.

     “Boys, lets take a stampede splash over this filthy cocksucker.”

     They all cheered, and I… joined in with embarrassed, but excited hums.

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Boss was the first holding my head down with one hand, and the other tugging at his shaft. I could almost feel his lust churn through his balls, and watching him huff and groan as he straddled his member. He put a finger at the side of my lip, but before he could move further I opened my mouth wide. He moaned, pleased and pumping the beasthood cents away from me… and then -Splrlrths- I hear it spurts from his cock, raw, yellowed lust — matching his coat — projected from the tip of his member. I watched the gunk grow into an arc from his shaft, thick and slender globules alike of the spunk soaring through the air. The moment hung suspended in time, as I saw the cum billow forth in the warm stream, cressing towards my maw, which I manoeuvred so it would land… just right. I watched the shimmering texture of gunk, reflective with a membrane of slicker liquids around it… This was my work. The road to this potent show of lust and approval, because I had done all for them. Pride swelled in my chest. I closed my eyes… -Chsplflths- I felt it slobber onto my tongue… warm, gunky and pooling over itself in little droves. A melanche of liquids, thick as whipped cream to slender as juice, splattered onto my tongue. It pooled onto the trenches behind my molars. It was gigantic. Larger than any load I had seen and felt even bigger inside my maw. In retrospect, it couldn't have been much more than a normal adult ejaculation, maybe a bit beefier… though At this moment… it was a fountain, and I was the pool where it all collected.

     Brawn and Leash followed, shifting over into Boss's place, it was clear they wanted it to be one, continuous act. So, I breathed calmly, and let them beat themselves off.

     “Mmfs, heres something hot enough for ya fmsms, disgusting fag,” Leash huffed out in passion. His mast sprouted out its load first, but Brawn followed with a subdued moan right after him. Brawn's cum was paler, a pearly phantom white which splurted forth in long, glutinous strings, piling up over my teeth and down my cheeks as tubes of jelly melding together with one another in the heat of my maw. It mixed with the subtle tastes of seawater emanating out of Boss's load to murky stench of trolldough.

     Leash's cum was a tainted yellowed with an off-white, as if something liquefied a hard cheese – the taste wasn't too far off. As the dingy yellow billowed into my maw, pluming and sloshing over itself, gumming up to my teeth in tendrils of sticky slime, it sloshed and drained along the surface of the other yellowed spunk trapped in my maw, but clung and glued into my molars and gumming chunky vines between my teeth. The cum spilled out into my cheek where the spunk gathered in a nest of gumming strands.

     I marvelled at the sheer variety between loads. I had only real experience with my own previously, but feeling this circus of flavours and consistencies mangling and congealing in my maw was beyond anything I had previously expected. A sensational experience where swirls of yellow and pale cum wound into each other and sloughed along my jaw.

     The twins were after, both already at the brink when they bumped the others out of their way, jerking off each other rather than themselves. Their dicks aimed well, and the pumping shaft projected breams of liquid lust. There were chunky, clumpy and thick as molten foam, a pastel corrupted citrine hue gushing forth to collect in my wide open mouth cup. Slobbery limbs of the viscous fluids slapped over my chin, tendrils smacking into me and dragging along to soak me in the residue oozing from the cum; it singed me with the tepid heat, though faded quickly as the spunk gellated and chilled. The contrast was striking between the soup of spunk awash with my shaking breath flooding it with humidity, and the collecting clumps just past the precipice growing thick as salve. And yet, this load was thicker than the rest, a frosting pasting over my teeth. It mixed in to soaking up and swirling the pool of gunk around my maw like waves on the ocean.

     My taste buds all stained in raw pungent saltiness which radiated from the oozing mixture… once I thought they were done, a few more pulses unleashed small loops of cum, haphazardly drooping up over my nose and down my chin. -Slslwpprth- I tried to lap it up with my tongue, though this caused me to nearly spill the entire load. After this, I stayed still, leaving me complacent and steady for the next batch.

     Muzzle taunted me, dragging his cock around my chin, smearing out the spunk that had gotten loose -Sppqrsh- “You know, you are a fine faggot, a disgusting freak, but fine for a faggot. Taking in this much semen straight from our cocks. It is pathetic to watch… but hot as hell,” he admitted, smirking is his tone turned confident at the end of his sentence.

     His mast twitched stiff, the flesh rippling, until it spurted forth a cascade of slobbering fluids, thin and flush as oil as it splattered into my maw. A fair few -Slspth- thicker clumps, jellified sperm and cock juice, plummeting and making a splash in my maw. Dots of sperm pelted my cheeks, further tendrils of gunk tethering me to the pool, and exposing my whole maw in the grimy salty whey of their ejaculations. I quivered at every splatter, my eyes trailing along the alabaster fluids, yellowed in cock grease and glimmering in the light it reflected from the beam lamps above. I moaned out with my mouth wide open, tilting my head gently as he unleashed the gushes of cock glue, dumping it down my gob like a proper cock sock, a container for their cum. It felt wonderful… weird and creepy a slimy form all the cock phlegm, but wonderful to experience. I gently tilted my head and wiggled my tongue to feel the beast batter slough and shift in my between my cheeks and traversing across my tongue in a melange of sludgy heaves.

     “Suppose it is my go in the limelight.”

     My eyes shot open, peeing up at Lens, who had his camera focusing down on me as I gargled cum, then propped it up on a tripod on the ground, working on it for a good angle.

     I peered around the room, the other Beasters slumped back, resting against the wall, spent and recovering from the afterglow of their orgasms. Was… was Lens really the last one? Was it… going to be over after this? That thought was a sledgehammer to my head, nearly making me choke back the whole lake of spunk. That meant, it would be over after this. I would, be sent back home, going back to the norm, living on the ranch again… How many times had my mind begged for me to flee from all this, to escape, leave it behind to recover… but, all of that punishment paled when… faced with the prospect of it being… over, forever.

     Lens jerked decisively, keeping his lips tight, as he humped his crotch out. I watched the deep shaded shaft rustling, faint lumps pumping up at the bottom, then I saw the surge of cum lob from his cock. It had a near gossamer quality to it, a semi-translucent tainted in lemon and silver, ghostly and slimy as the uniform globules of cum bola flung down my maw. As it landed, it caused ripples over the congealing surface and piling up from cheek to cheek. Even his spunk had a clean feeling to it, sinking in and disappearing in the dick jelly brew. Mucus melted to a loose glue over time. The gunk sloshed to and fro, a few more spurts form his mast doused my maw in a spunky salt reduction.

     I heaved, breathing in around the gunk, shuddering…

     He patted my shoulder. “Good work, fag,” he said in a tone. Lens focused back on the camera, lips curling in satisfaction as he reviewed the angle.

     I just sat there… holding the concoction steady, waiting for what would happen next. Worried that if I interrupted, it would end sooner.

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“ How do you like it, whore bag?”

     “Ghhralggahshabhr.” I gargled the cum in response, bubbles brewing up at the back of my throat from the air pushing through the liquid carpet of spunk. The surrounding Beasters laughed. I closed my eyes, so I could hear it better; savouring the moment. I gurgled more, putting enthusiasm in it -Ghragha- -Bfhhrakg- drippling bubbles blew up and burst to scatter inside of my maw in the of collected cum. Lens got good, long close up of the ruined interior.

     “Let us get a better understanding, of how much of a cum dumpster you are, faggot,” Leash mused and held up a plate in front of me.

     I instinctively closed my lips taut, looking between them. My lips still plastered in cock cream, and my cheeks inflated to bloated orbs containing all the fluids. I took the plate, and breathed in through my nose…

     “Go on,” came the command.

     -Bhruralalalgh- I hurled up a waterfall of beasters ball-batter, the yellowed sludge still reeking as it sloughed free from my mouth, the more sloppy segments slipping along the gunky vines. I had to use my tongue to shovel a lot of the larger, chunky blobs, and having them land on the plate -Sptsh- -Brllspth-. I saw the lake of goo sprawl out before me, swallowing the porcelain in its sticky embrace.

     The Beasters cheered. The cum smothering the flat plate, spread along with islands of solid sperm floating in the cock juices. Broad sections tinted white in the warm floods of yellow. The concoction stunk of peppered brine, and many tendrils still webbed from the plate to my maw.

     “Ooh my, just look at this whore head, holding this much cum, ready to guzzle down.”

     “He could take more.”

     “I wouldn’t expect less from such a proper cum dumpster.”

     They chattered amongst themselves, as I stared at the cock nectar, then back up to their dicks, some still dripping. Leash bumped into me, and I scrambled; holding the plate stead and tugging it closer, making certain nothing spilled.

     “Just look at this pathetic slut protecting our cum… he must adore it, adore the Stampede.” Leash mused to the grins of the crew.

     I saw Boss lift his hoof, and rest it at the back of my head. “Show what utter trash you are, in an exquisite close-up. Do not let a droplet of it stray, though I doubt you would let it. Chug, fag.”

     I nodded, staring down at it. From the reflections in thin the segments were less cloudy than the rest, I could see a faint reflection of them all. Glaring towards me, eager to see if I could go through with it, to see just how far their bitch of a fag would go for them. I took in their silhouettes, and closed my eyes. The plate lifted to my lips, and tipped back for me to drink. -Shrrsshlff- -Sfkrkgllrk- I suckled, chugged, and lapped up the clumps of semen, moaning as it sloughed past my lips and trickled back into my cheeks. They filled bloated with – over time less warm – spunk, congealing to a cold jelly. It sloughed over my lips, shifting and billowing with the motions, and texture, of a boiled slug. But… I drained the plate fully… Smooching up the last remnants, feeling it clog at the back of my neck… -Cghrllmpgh- In one, struggling gulp… I swallowed their cum… It warped my neck, bulged around the jellified globules. I raised a palm to my neck, feeling the outline of it as it drooled down my oesophagus. The sense of it, disappearing for me. I tried to push the bulge to a stop before it reached the end of my throat. -Chllrplshh- Yet it drained, siphoned away, as I felt the bump at my finger deflated and the feeling of them, disappear. I smacked my lips, hearing them cheer, but it was all, distant… I peered down into the plate. Clean except for a strand or too. Through it, I could no longer see their reflections.

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“ That should be a wrap.” Leash announced. The other Beasters huffing and grunting in agreement.

     I sat the plate down, and sloped onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. Uncertain how I should… process all of this. I had grown so… accustomed to everything. Time felt stagnant in this giant room, locked away from everything… all that was here were Beasters, their cocks, their asses, all which needed attention…

     “Boss, I gotta take a piss.” Brawn said.

     “Yeah, me too,” Left-Cheek jumped to agree.

     “I feel we all might, so then, a final send off, to our filthy fag rag?”

     Everyone laughed in agreement.

     I opened my eyes and saw them gather around me. A ring of Beasters, cocks out, taunting me. Soon the golden streams begun to soar from their dicks, splattering onto my naked skin. All of it wafting warm fog from around the impacts of the steaming urine, the scent of tainted musk penetrating my nostrils. Muzzle took off his shirt, fanning it by his face as he drizzled warm piss through my hair. Most others kept theirs on. It stuck me how… well they looked from the waist up. They could have been business associates to my father, and yet they were showering me in their piss. It amplified my excitement, moaning and holding my mouth open to see how long it would take before… and then I felt them aiming towards my maw. It filled with the torrid amber, washing away scent of the mellow salty spunk clinging to my taste buds, with the pressured breams of distilled pungency. I swallowed, then opened it up again. Always someone ready to drizzle it full. My skin grew humid with the rivers of warm amber tracking along my body, splattering and spreading in rupturing gushes of pungency. I felt caught out outside in a summer rain, the warm weather and liquid heating me up, yet the storm hearkened the end of my summertime.

     I felt the ground rumbling; their hooves stomping into the floor. A cheer rousing between them as they battered the ground with their hefty hooves. It wasn't just a room full of Beasters… my heart… grew wings, soaring higher than ever before, but also… leaving me behind… This was the stampede… and my time with them… was up.

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Boss went up to each and every one of his crew, patting them on the back, chatting as they got ready to head out. They sounded so casual, so… cheery. Planning out when to meet next, what they were doing over the weekend, how their day job would affect the upcoming schedule. Soon, there was really no one left.

     “Leash,” Boss called out.

     “Yeah, what is it V-…” Leash began, stifled by a look from Boss. Leash smiled. “Boss. What is on your heart, 'Boss'.”

     “Towel the back-seat, kid is still dripping of piss…”

     “You expect me to come along? You know I have a lot to…” Leash peered over to me. I tried not to look his way, he brushed a palm through his black mane. “Course I'll come with. Get up, fag boy,” he called, and tugged on my leash, I sat up without much effort; crawling towards them. He tugged it higher.

     “On your legs, dummy.”

     This… I didn't quite get. I looked down at my knees. They were comfortable with my weight in this stance. My feet… they didn't quite… feel up to the task. I shuffled, and slowly steadied myself. Raising upwards, but feeling my calves trembling. -Ththccp- He tugged hard, and heaved me up standing.

     Suddenly… the room shrank. It was not as vast as it had felt, but, just, rather cramped and smelly… damp air of mixed with vomit saturating the whole space.

     “That is better, come along, you can't stay here.”

     I turned back to face him, a bag flung over my head.

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The car ride was silent. The towel under my rear soaked up a lot of urine, warm and damp. I held a plastic sack containing my tattered shirt; they had offered to throw it out for me. My pants sat uncomfortably snug… The new shirt they'd provided me was too large, and gummed to my skin. They were both silent. I tried to think of where the house could be, a way to sneak back there. But, there were so many twists and turns. I didn't dare to ask. I barely dared thinking about them. I was hoping this would just be… a dream. A hallucination. Perhaps… Brawn, Boss, and Lens had all stuffed their cocks down my throat at once, down my neck, inflating it like a bundle of sausages; this was a hallucination just brought upon me by the repeated abuse of low oxygen environment from gargling dick. But… everything felt quite real… I could only hope.

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The car screeched to a halt. Boss leaned back, and pried the bag off of my head. “This will be your stop.”

     I peeked out. It was… it was night. Or, early afternoon at the very least. The streets dark, faded in with the colours of the summer night's sun. But… it was on the outskirts of town…

     “W-we, we aren't anywhere near m-my…”

     “This is as far as we go, can't taxi you around,” Leash explained, “you'll find your way, you are a clever f… lad. Out now.”

     Boss nodded.

     My lips curled and wriggled awkwardly. But, soon I stepped out of the car, onto the streets. My lungs… washed with clear, cool air. A light breeze cleansing away the steamy sweat I had been stuck in, as if it was never there.

     -Ckth- The door closed. I looked down, seeing Leash behind the wheel, and Boss rolling down the window to look at me.

     “Safe travels,” was all he bid me.

     Then the engine revved up, the window rolled up, and the car chugged away. My vision trailed along the window, peering through it, as the mirror to the other world I had been whisked off to, and witnessing it blending in with all the other glass panes of the city. A dot on the horizon, and soon… vanished.

     I clutched the bag, urine dripping to the surrounding pavement. Stunned… my grasp of the bag… tightened… a deep breath. A range of quivers scuttled along my frame and a serene calm washed over me. I peered towards the horizon of street and mouthed my appreciation in the dim, empty evening. “Thank you.”

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Father came home a day later. By that time I had cleaned up, replaced my clothes, and tried to act normal. He did remark something about the colour of my shirt, though it didn't stay in his mind for too long; just like me. I too was a transient visitor in his mind.

     I loved father mine, I really did. Still… It didn't feel much different to when he had been gone. Though, I felt a little less empty.

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Stacks of secrests, this story was finished in a place we have never written in before.

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Saturday morning. I peer out over the fields. Awoken early, once again. I stared out on the reflections of sunlight in the rice pads, waiting for them… but, the Beasters were not working today, and there was no one coming. I knew this. Yet, I still stared, imagining what it would be like… to see them there again; working hard, toiling the soil, plowing the dirt… maybe they taunted the ground sometimes? Asking if it was a dirty slut who let so many of them work on them all at once… One could dream.

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A harsh buzzing interrupted me, I looked all around, until my eyes landed on my phone. It display a number… one I had long since memorized. I answered…

     “Hello?”

     “Is this Guss?”

     “Y-yeah?”

     “Guss, splendid to hear you.”

     There was no doubt it was Boss's voice, though he sounded, jovial, calm, and not the beacon of authority I had come to know him as.

     “Wanted to call and see how you were holding up, the bathroom troubles should wear off in a week. If it lasts longer, don't go to the doctor, call me, I know a guy who will set you up fine as new, heck might even work better,” before I could answer he said, “and don't worry about payment, he owes me one.”

     I nodded, then felt stupid for thinking he could see that. “That, that is great. I have actually not have that many issues, well, except the first two days.”

     “My, you have got one steady ass, Guss.”

     I chuckled, and heard him join in with me. Though… it wasn't the dark tones he had taken in the heckling, but a cheery, comforting melody to his words. “Is, everything good with, the c-crew?”

     “They are just fine, I wanted to tell you something about that, actually.”

     I pushed the phone tighter to my ear.

     “The boys wanted to let you know how much fun they had, and what a great time it was with you. They were all impressed with your showing.”

     “T-tha…,” I mumbled, heart hammering in my chest. “Thanksreally?”

     Boss chuckled once more.

     “Sure as sunset, safe as sunrise,” he said, then lowered his tone, “and about that, I spoke with Lens.”

     My eyelids parted wide, heart clapping away in a tremendous flutter.

     “He said he is not that satisfied with some of the shots. Said that he let himself get, distracted, I believe he put it. You wouldn't be eligible for a re-shoot at som-.”

     “This is just to invite me out, and unleash the stampede on me again, isn't it?” I blurted out in excitement. The other end of the line… turned quiet. My heartbeat slowed, hefty, solid… and pulsing in my ears -Dhh-Dummm- -Dhh-Dummm-…

     Eventually, I heard a faint chuckle on the other end.

     “You are a clever little faggot, isn’t that right, Guss?”

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