Desired (The Eros Initiative - Chapter 17) by Baldwolf

Chris Redfield was dead. He was not breathing and he had no pulse. But Colonel Austin Shepard wasn't about to give up, especially not on the first man he had ever loved. "Dammit, Chris! You are not a quitter! Don't start now!!" the colonel yelled as he continued CPR. The universe couldn't be that cruel, could it? After all those years, and now in the middle of the Amazon, he was finally reunited with the one that got away...the one that he had to let get away, and he had to pull his lifeless body out of the jaws of a giant anaconda!?! "FUCK NO!!! I DON'T ACCEPT THIS!!" he yelled, looking up into the night sky. "YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM YET!!!" The relentless colonel continued to breathe life into Chris' lungs and pressed down on his chest to force his heart to pump blood through his veins. And then without warning, after several long, terrifying minutes, Chris gasped for air on his own. At the first signs of life, Austin lifted Chris up in his arms and rushed him to his jeep, almost tripping over the backpack in the process. As soon as Chris was secured in the passenger seat, the colonel raced to the other side, but stopped momentarily and stared at the pack. He knew Chris, and he knew that the man had to be out there for a reason. If that backpack was his and that was all he had on him at the time of the attack, then it must be important. Austin quickly grabbed the pack, tossed it in the jeep and rushed Chris, who had passed out once again, to the local medical clinic.

Knox, Dane and Mace drove straight through the night and finally returned to the town of Tefe by dusk the next day. When Mace had inquired earlier as to why they wouldn't stop and rest overnight, Dane snapped at the huge merc telling him they did not trust what he would do to them while they slept. So instead, Knox and Dane decided it was best to get back to town so Mace could have his fill of cum; supplied by the residents of Tefe. Mace was bothered by the fact that he had lost their trust, so at some point in the middle of the night, as they drove through the jungle, he discretely tossed the second bat out of the jeep when neither man was looking. He had wedged the winged cum-guzzler behind the spare tire and had planned on using it to get more nourishment from the pair...if it was necessary. But when he realized just how bad things had gotten between him and his comrades, Mace decided he valued their friendship more. Before driving to the motel, they stopped and snatched a few pairs of pants hanging on a clothesline, since they thought it best not to walk in to the lobby stark naked. When they had first arrived in Tefe, they had paid the motel owner up-front and had given him enough cash to hold their rooms until they returned from their expedition, and they were pleased to see that the owner was an honorable man.

Mace entered the room he had shared with Burke and sat down on the bed, clutching his stomach from hunger pangs. When Knox and Dane entered their room, which they shared with Chris, the two looked at each other with a mix of sadness and relief. They were saddened by the loss of their new friend but relieved that they actually made it back alive. After sharing a brief kiss, Knox went to the small safe in the closet and retrieved a wad of cash. "I'm gonna grab all of us some dinner. Be back soon. And don't let Mace leave the building. We don't need anymore trouble out of him," he said as he shut the door behind him. About 30 minutes later, Mace heard a knock at the door and when he opened it, he was thrilled at what he saw. Standing in the doorway were Knox and a dozen young, Brazilian studs. "Did someone order room service?" he asked with a chuckle. "Who are all these guys?" Mace inquired as his stomach growled. "These men are to be your company...all night long and into tomorrow. That is, until we fly out of here and head back to Rio," Knox explained. "Do they have any idea what they are in for?" Mace asked eagerly. "They have some idea, but they were paid well enough that I'm sure they won't care anyway. Don't do anything stupid though! Enjoy your dinner," Knox replied as he ushered in the men and closed the door. When he got back to his room, Dane had been leaning in the doorway watching the parade of studs pile into Mace's room. "I guess we won't have to worry about him tonight, huh?" he said stepping back into their room. "That's the plan. Tonight it's just you and me, a long, hot shower and then the comfortable bed," Knox replied. "Sounds perfect, but...can we eat first? That food smells amazing and I'm freakin' starving!" Dane asked as he grabbed for the food bag. The two men consumed their meal in mere minutes before stripping their pants off and heading to the bathroom. They would take a nearly 90-minute shower, slowly and sensually bathing each other clean before hitting the sheets for some of the most passionate love-making they had ever experienced. Their time in the jungle strengthened their bond and took it to a new level that neither man expected but were more then willing to explore.

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Back in Mace's room, the muscular merc had all the men naked and hard in a matter of minutes. Standing before him were twelve guys of varying height, build and cock size, ranging from 7" to 13", but none of that mattered to him. All he was interested in were the semen-filled nutsacks, and he wondered just how fast he could drain them and just how often they could replenish their reserves. "There is only one rule: Cum in my mouth and only in my mouth. You can fondle my body, fuck my ass or ride my cock. I don't care. But every drop of cum goes down my throat," he said as he dropped to his knees and began to suck on one cock while stroking two others. He didn't bother to learn anyone's name; all he wanted was their spunk. A couple of guys knelt down next to him and began to suck on his nipples while another two dropped down to suck on his prick and balls. The guy with the 13" cock immediately went for Mace's muscular ass and plunged straight in. The big guy uttered a loud grunt but never stopped working on the tool down his throat. Soon he was rewarded with his first meal of the night; quickly replacing that dick with another. Their positions and locations changed frequently throughout the evening, including Mace riding two cocks while sucking two dicks on the bed, being draped over the table and getting spit-roasted repeatedly or being bukaked in the bathroom, making sure to lick up every drop. The sexcapades lasted for hours, and when Mace finally fell asleep, he was in the deepest and most restful sleep of his life; his ass stuffed once more by the thirteen-incher while he suckled on a 10" cock.

Morning finally rolled around and with it came another knock at Mace's door. When he spit out the cock to look at the clock, he was amazed that it was already 10am. Stumbling to the door in his cum- fueled haze, he answered it buck-naked and rock-hard. "I see you really enjoyed your dinner last night," Dane said with a huge grin. "You guys are the best!!" Mace exclaimed as he bear-hugged his buddy, his raging hard-on stabbing Dane in the gut. "Ok, ok. That's enough. I just wanted to let you know that we've scheduled a flight out of here at 2pm. So have your breakfast...and lunch and be ready to go...on time," Dane explained before giving Mace a playful push back into his room and closing the door. He waited a couple of seconds and then pressed his ear to the door to hear what happened next. Dane started to chuckle as he heard Mace order the men to line up so he could start consuming as much cum as he could in the time allotted. Returning to his room, Dane stripped out of his clothes and crawled back into bed with Knox to get in a few more rounds of fun before their flight. "Did you give Mace all the info?" Knox asked. "Nah. I just told him when he needs to be ready. Right now he doesn't care that we're flying to Humaita instead of back to Manaus before heading on to Rio. And no, I didn't bother to tell him that we made contact with N-Velop and that the doctors have been made aware of his new medical condition. We can explain all that to him once we're in the air. And besides, if anyone can help Mace, it will be the scientists Mr. Baptiste has on staff. Now can we stop talking about Mace and get back to more important issues...like my aching cock in need of your tender tongue?" Without replying, Knox ducked under the covers to treat his needy partner.

Two days after the attack, Chris finally regained consciousness, and he was seriously confused by his surroundings when he opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was that he was on the edge of a small town, and now he was in a bed, covered with a crisp, white sheet and there were sounds of people talking and machines beeping. When he looked over to his left, he saw a man resting his head on the side of his bed, but he couldn't see his face. "W-Where am I?" Chris muttered, finding his throat very dry. Austin's head popped up at the sound of Chris' voice, and he looked at the man and just smiled for a bit. "Austin?!? Austin Shepard? Holy shit, man! What are you doing here? An- And where is 'here' anyways?" Chris said, his heart racing a little faster now. "It's good to see you awake...and alive, Chris. You're in the hospital, in the city of Humaita. I brought you here..." the colonel started to explain until Chris interrupted. "Humaita? The last thing I remember was that I was walking towards Canutama." "Yeah, well that's where I found...um...saved you from the snake," Austin explained, and then Chris' eyes widened as the memories of the attack flooded his mind. "Oh fuck, I remember now," Chris mumbled. "It was a fuckin' freaky sight, man. By the time I got to you, the snake had swallowed you down to your hips. Once I sliced its head off and cut you free, you weren't breathing, so I had to give you mouth-to-mouth. I took you to the local medical clinic in Canutama, but they weren't equipped to deal with your condition, so I had to fly you to Humaita in my plane." "So you are still with the Air Force? Then what are you doing here? Oh yeah, and thanks for saving my life, buddy. I owe you one," Chris replied. "Yep, still with the Air Force and this will be my last tour. We've set up a base in Rio to help fight the war on drug trafficking and I was out here setting up some equipment at one of our remote stations. It was complete luck that I or anyone

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found you. That dirt road doesn't see much traffic," the colonel explained. "Or maybe the universe was finally cutting us some slack," Chris added as he took Austin's hand. Before the conversation could go any further, a doctor walked in to check on Chris. After explaining that he was incredibly lucky to only have some sprained joints, minor cuts and contusions, the doctor told Chris that he would keep him over night for observations but could release him in the morning provided that his vitals remained strong and that he had someone to look after him for the next few days, or he would have to remain in the hospital a little while longer. Chris shot a quick glance to Austin, who immediately explained that Chris would be staying with him once he was released. The doctor was satisfied with the arrangement, and then told the colonel that visiting hours were now over, but he could come back in the morning. After saying their good-byes, Chris was given a heavy sedative to allow his body to get the rest it desperately needed.

Around 3am, the night nurse, Vicente, came in to check on Chris as was perversely excited by what he saw. Chris was in the midst of an extremely erotic wet dream and his cock was fully erect and pushing up the bed sheet. The nurse quickly ran to check the few remaining patients before returning to Chris' room and closing the door behind him. He was the only one on staff that evening and the security guard wouldn't be making his next round for another hour or so. After confirming that Chris was still heavily sedated, Vicente pulled back the covers and stripped off Chris' hospital gown before removing his pants and crawling onto the bed. His eyes soaked in the beauty of his patient's thick, hard prick, and then he quickly grabbed it and began to suck on it like it was the last dick on earth.

As for Chris, what was happening to him physically played directly into the dream he was having. As he fell asleep thinking of Austin and of battling monsters, Chris' drug-hazed mind drifted back in time to his younger days, but not to when he was with the Air Force. Instead, his mind paused on a point in time when he was with the Special Tactics and Rescue Service division of the RPD, and of one particular night he spent with Richard Aiken. Just out of the Air Force, Chris was a toned 175 lb rookie who had just become friends with the Bravo team's communication expert. Richard was several inches shorted and only weighed 140 lbs, but he wasn't weak. He had a swimmer's build packed full of lean muscle. One uneventful evening at the end of their shift, Chris and Richard were changing in the locker room when they over heard some of the other guys talking about how they couldn't understand how some people actually enjoyed the taste of cum. Both Chris and Richard looked at each other and chuckled. When the men left, Chris leaned over to Richard and said, "You know, it all depends on what you ate." "What does?" Richard asked, completely confused. "Your cum. It can be a little salty or even a bit sweet. It all depends on your diet," Chris explained. "Um...how do you know this? Have you tasted your own cum before?" Richard inquired, finding himself getting somewhat turned on by the conversation. "Of course. Most guys have tasted their own batch, and...I've sampled some others too," Chris replied with a pervy grin. "Wait. What? Really? So...um...do you like...ah...sampling other...um...batches?" Richard stammered; his face turning red as he blushed. "It's not like I go out every night like a cum-hungry whore, but if I meet a guy and things just happen to go that direction, I have no problem getting scuff marks on my knees. Why? Are you curious to find out what it tastes like?" Chris responded. Richard just sat there and stared at Chris. The moment he dreamt about was happening. He had the hots for the guy ever since he saw him in the precinct, and it only intensified every time he got a glimpse of him in the showers. "You know what, don't answer now. Let's just go back to my place, have some pizza and we'll see what happens," Chris said as he got up and headed for the door. Richard nearly tripped over the bench as he rushed to follow his buddy.

Back in the hospital, Vicente had been throating Chris' shaft for nearly fifteen minutes. He savored ever ounce of precum that leaked from the piss-slit and ached to know what the gringo's seed tasted like, but was certain he would never know since the patient's sedative was quite strong. Vicente then abandoned the cock and began to run his tongue over every inch of the sleeping stud's body. Even with all the cuts and bruises, he still found Chris' body to be unbelievably stunning. The more he fondled the patient's chest the more aroused he became until he found himself kneeling on either side of Chris' torso and resting his 9" prick between the massive pecs. Vicente cupped Chris' chest, squeezing the muscular mounds together and using his thumbs to press his cock down into the fleshy valley. The nurse began grinding his rock-solid shaft back and forth, steadily increasing the speed of his thrusts. As he looked down at the slumbering hunk, Vicente was overcome with desire and began

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to cum uncontrollably all over Chris' chest and face. Panic swept over the nurse when he was sure the patient would wake up, but luckily that never happened. After uttering a silent sigh of relief, Vicente began to lick his patient clean; spending an excessive amount of time on his nipples.

The next scene in Chris' wet dream was in his old apartment. The two men just sat on the couch as the pizza was getting cold, because Richard had grabbed Chris' arm and stopped him from heading towards the food. "I don't think it's pizza that I'm in the mood for," Richard said nervously. Chris just smiled at his friend and replied, "I was hoping you'd say that." He then stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. Richard caught his breath at the sight Chris' hot, firm chest, and when Chris went to undo his belt, Richard beat him to it and unzipped his pants. As he pulled his buddy's pants down, he was only inches away from the growing bulge in Chris' boxers. Richard was breathing quickly at that point, almost hyperventilating. "Easy now. I'm not going anywhere. Deep breaths, ok?" Chris said as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Richard just looked up at him and smiled, and then proceeded to glide his hands up Chris' legs, then curled his fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled the underwear to his ankles. When he looked up again, he was staring down the barrel of Chris' thick ten- incher, and there was a bead of precum hanging from the slit. Chris stroked Richard's head and gently pulled his friend's face closer to his cock. Richard instinctively opened his mouth and took the fat cockhead in. Chris groaned seductively and encouraged Richard to swallow more. The Bravo team member was surprised at just how much he enjoyed sucking on the shaft and soon was working on nearly eight inches of thick man-meat. He squeezed Chris' firm, young ass as his lips slid back and forth along the girth. Minutes later Chris announced, "You're about to get your first taste, buddy. I hope you're ready for it." A second later, warm spunk doused Richard's palate and wet his appetite for more.

Chris wasn't going to leave his friend high and dry, and once he pulled his cock from Richard's hungry mouth, he pushed his friend back onto the couch and dropped to his knees. He ran his hands up Richard's tight, lean abs and ripped off his shirt before yanking his pants off in a few quick moves. "Whoa! Done this before, have ya?" Richard asked as he lay there in his briefs; his cock swelling from the excitement. "Once or twice," Chris answered sarcastically as he nuzzled his face against the thick bulge. "I've been looking forward to this moment for a while, pal," he said as he peeled the briefs off and licked the fat 8" dick. "Oh damn! I can't believe we're doing this," Richard gasped just as his friend sucked down every inch. Chris rubbed his hands up and down his buddy's torso, teasing the nipples on every pass. Richard gave into his lust, grabbed the back of Chris' head and started to hump his face. The excitement proved to be too much for him and he unloaded a huge batch into his buddy's mouth. Chris slowly worked his way up to Richard's face and kissed him gently, and then spit a small sampling of his cum into his mouth. "Now you know what you taste like," he said laughing. "Mmmm, not bad, but I like your better," Richard replied, licking his lips. "You up for taking a dick up your ass?" Chris asked bluntly. "Um...I'm not sure yours will fit," Richard answered with a bit of trepidation in his voice. "No worries. You can fuck me then," Chris responded as he moved to the floor and got on all-fours. Richard's cock immediately sprung back to life and throbbed wildly at the thought of dominating that perfect young ass.

As the present-day Chris continued his heavily-sedated sleep, Vicente was preparing for one final romp. After giving his patient the necessary tongue-bath, the night nurse shimmied his horny hole back towards the still-solid shaft. He sat back and slowly worked his ass over the spit-slicked head and cooed with delight when it slipped inside of him. He leaned forward slightly, resting his pervy hands on Chris' chest and rocked his hips to and fro, taking every inch his patient had to give him. The night nurse loved working the graveyard shift because he always had the pick of the litter for his evening's entertainment, but tonight was the best yet. Knowing his patient wasn't going to wake up for several more hours, Vicente began slamming his ass down on the shaft harder and harder. He was in complete ecstasy.

Back in the wet dream, Richard was rubbing his wet cockhead up and down Chris' ass-crack as he tried to control his breathing once more. He had jerked-off to the thought of that ass so many times before, but now he was actually going to own it. His right hand kept caressing Chris' toned, wide back while his left hand worked his cock between the glutes as he just stared long and hard at the breathtaking body in front of him. "Dude, I can't take it anymore! I need your cock inside of

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me...now," Chris groaned, totally worked up by the teasing. Richard didn't say a word; he simply pressed his cock forward and was met by Chris pushing his ass back onto the throbbing member. As he was sliding deeper and deeper into his buddy's hole, Richard just kept mumbling, "Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd." The velvety chute squeezed his cock firmly before gliding back and forth, first at a slow pace but soon Chris was working his hips like a whore in need. Richard just held on for dear life and let his friend do all the work, because he obviously knew what he wanted. The mind-blowing sensation of the awesome ass plunging over his cock combined with the beauty of the lean, hard body of the young Alpha team member writhing beneath him sent Richard into an epic orgasm that lasted several intense minutes. Once it was over, he just collapsed on Chris' back, driving them both to the floor. Richard didn't pull out; he just laid there hugging Chris to his chest and then reached around to stroke his buddy's cock. "That...was...incredible!!" he gasped, kissing Chris' neck in between words. Chris just looked over his shoulder and smiled back and said, "Since I can't fuck you...yet, how about you use that talented mouth of your one more time." Richard was more than willing to suck Chris off again, and that time he proved himself a quick learner by taking every inch down his throat. Chris just lay back, resting his head in his hands and watched Richard's head bob methodically up and down his prick, sucking his cock harder and harder. After all the evening's fun, it didn't take Chris long to reach another powerful climax and deliver his thick load of spunk to his new friend. Richard consumed every drop and licked the cock clean. He then crawled up next to Chris and kissed him passionately on the lips. "You are fuckin' amazing, Redfield! That was just...wow!" "Yeah it was. I think you should come over for pizza more often," Chris replied with a big smile on his face. "Count on it. And actually, I'm starving now," Richard said getting up. As he walked to the table to grab a slice of room-temperature pizza, he continued, "So...obviously you are my first. Who was yours?" Chris looked at him for several seconds before answering as pictures of his first true love flashed in his mind. "Ah...oh, my first...sampling? It was a fellow Air Force pilot I served with. His name's Austin."

At that same moment back in the hospital, Vicente was working himself into a sweat on Chris' prick when all of a sudden, the patient blasted his bowels with shot after shot of creamy, thick cum. Vicente quickly rolled off the cock and sucked the remaining dribble of spunk down his throat. He may not have gotten a mouthful, but at least the night nurse was able to confirm that his patient's seed was indeed delicious. He spent the next half-hour giving Chris a sponge bath, fixing the sheets and re- dressing the patient. By the time he left the room, everything was in perfect order and Vicente was completely satisfied.

The next morning when Austin arrived at the hospital, he was happy to see Chris sitting up in bed. "Hey big guy. How did you sleep?" "Like a rock! Those drugs they gave me knocked me out, and man did I have some vivid dreams," Chris responded with a smile. "So I spoke with your doctor before I came in and told him that I will be flying us back to Rio this afternoon. He said that was fine and that all you really just need a lot of rest," the colonel explained as he sat down. "We can't go to Rio. We need to go back to Canutama. I lost my backpack somewhere near the river and..." Chris countered until he was interrupted. "I have your backpack, Chris. It's in my hotel room. And by the way, what the fuck is that thing? It nearly scared the shit out of me when I opened it." "You didn't kill it, did you?" Chris asked in a panic. "No, but I almost did. The damn thing tried to eat my dick," Austin answered, obviously not amused. "It wasn't trying to eat it. It just needed to feed. That's all," Chris replied nonchalantly. "That's all?!? What exactly were you doing out in the jungle, Chris?" "Austin, that is a conversation best had when the beer is flowing. My life has taken quite a crazy turn recently and you'll need to be a bit inebriated before I start explaining." The colonel agreed to let it go until they landed in Rio, but made sure Chris understood that he expected to get full disclosure. Chris just smiled and said, "Ok, pal. But I want you to remember this moment, and remember that you asked to hear it all. Don't say you weren't warned." An hour later, the two men were leaving the hospital and a couple hours after that, they were in the air, headed back to Rio de Janeiro.

As their plane soared into the sky, another plane landed for refueling. Knox, Dane and Mace looked out of the windows at the small airport before turning their attention back to their magazines, or in Mace's case, the co-pilot's cock. They would be back in the air within the hour and headed for Rio too.

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Austin had hoped to use the time in the air to catch up on things, but Chris' body was still somewhat fatigued and he fell asleep almost as soon as the plane reach its cruising altitude. The colonel just kept watching him sleep, and he couldn't help but smile. He couldn't believe Chris was back in his life and that maybe their time had finally come. Austin's mind drifted back to the day he first met Chris; it was the first day of basic training and the two young recruits were teamed up for a drill. Austin and Chris were a perfect fit from the start. Their skills, athleticism, drive and competitive nature were equal or complementary to each other's, and it was always a toss up between them as to who won the daily challenges in boot camp. Almost immediately they became best friends and soon they were inseparable; even selecting the same duty station straight out of boot camp.

They were living in the barracks on base but in different buildings, and they both had roommates. Because of their new work routines, Chris and Austin only saw each other after hours or when they had a weekend pass; which they usually took together to head off base and explore their new city. During one such pass, the guys decided to head to a ski resort for the weekend, but when they got there, the resort only had one room left and it only had one bed in it. They decided that that if they could deal with the 40 men in one large dorm room during basic training, that they could handle a double-sized bed for the weekend. To make matters worse, when they woke the next morning, they discovered that the ski lifts were down due to a mini avalanche that took out several lift towers. Their only choices were to head back to base which was a five hour drive or try snowshoeing and make the best of the situation. Always up for a challenge, the pair hiked through the snow for hours taking in the scenery, engaging in snowball wars or simply tackling each other into deep snow drifts just for fun. By the time they got back to their room, they were wiped out. They ordered room service and wolfed down their dinner before taking showers. Present-day Austin clearly remembered that it was those showers and what happened next that changed their friendship forever.

Chris was the first to clean up and by the time Austin finished his shower, his buddy was already lounging in the bed, but he was still wrapped in his towel. He remembered thinking about how amazing Chris' hard body looked just lying there, and he also recalled that Chris' semi-hard bulge was quite visible under the towel. As for Austin, he was always in great shape. He was a wrestler in high school, and maintained that workout regiment in the Air Force. The 6' tall colonel now weighed in around 210 lbs of solid muscle, but back then he was only 170 lbs of toned, smooth muscle. And it was something that was not lost on his buddy, Chris, because it was the sight of Austin's body in that loosely draped towel that caused the young serviceman to get aroused. "Why haven't you changed yet?" he asked Chris. "Too tired. Don't want to get up. Way too comfortable right here," he responded. "I hear ya, man. I never knew snowshoeing could be such a workout. I feel like I've got lead weights tied to my feet," Austin replied as he plopped down next to Chris on the bed. "So what do we do now?" he continued. "We got free porn channels on the TV. I was thinking of rubbing one out before calling it a night," Chris answered sheepishly. "You're gonna jerk off right next to me?" Austin asked, a little surprised. "What's the big deal? It's not like we haven't seen each other or dozens of other guys do it during basic training. Don't worry. I'll try not to get any on ya," Chris answered as he started to stroke his cock under the towel. But it wasn't the porno he was thinking about. Chris ached for Austin something fierce. He wanted his best friend more than anything or anyone else in the world, but he had never been with another man before, and he didn't want to risk losing his friendship over a miscalculated advance. The funny thing was that Austin was feeling the exact same way about Chris, the only difference was that the sight of his buddy masturbating was too much for him to deny.

The colonel recalled the very moment that he risked his friendship with Chris to satisfy his carnal cravings. With Chris' towel only lying on top of his waist, Austin cautiously slid his right hand over and brushed Chris' left hip. He waited to see if he got a negative reaction, but instead, Chris put his left arm behind his head, giving Austin a clear path to his cock. He slowly slid his hand over his buddy's firm abs and then under the towel. When their fingers met at the rock-hard shaft, Chris' hand retreated as he surrendered himself to his best friend. Austin gasped once he grasped the veiny ten- incher and started to stroke it. He reached over with his left hand and pulled the towel away. His mind went blank when he witnessed first hand what it looked like to hold his pal's dick, but he never stopped stroking it. Chris leaned over and stripped Austin's towel off before helping his friend in need because he too was excited to finally handle his buddy's very thick 9" cock. The two men just

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lay in bed, staring into each other's eyes, and stroking the other's shaft for over twenty minutes before they brought their buddy to orgasm. Austin was the first to cum. The way Chris would rub the palm of his hand over the extremely sensitive cockhead just drove him wild. Every time he did that, Austin would shutter from the sensation and moan softly. Chris was getting off causing his pal so much pleasure, but he did it one time too many and Austin sprayed his own chest and abs with his spunk. As he convulsed through the orgasm, he squeezed and jerked Chris' cock really hard which sent his buddy into his own orgasmic spasm. Once they had wiped themselves clean, they curled up under the covers and fell asleep. They would continue their 'helping hand' routine for a long time before they would take the next step, all the while being very careful as to not get caught and risk being discharged from the military.

In the pilot's seat, the colonel had to adjust his stiff dick in his pants. The memories were so vivid that it would probably only take a few quick jerks on his dick before he spewed his load everywhere, but he wasn't about to risk shorting out the instrument panel. As the memories kept flooding his thoughts, he looked over at Chris, still sound asleep in his seat, and smiled some more.

The two guys had been on base for well over two years, when they finally decided to try something new. They were on the night shift working in the hanger storage room all alone when the opportunity presented itself. Chris was on the stockroom ladder putting the last aircraft part away. Once done, he turned, grabbed the ladder handrails and started to slide down it. Unbeknownst to him, Austin was headed up the ladder at that same moment. They both saw each other at the last minute but the impact was imminent. Chris squeezed the handrails tightly trying to slow his descent, and Austin tried to duck underneath him, but the resulting collision was fate. Chris' legs slid over Austin's shoulder and he came to a stop with his crotch just touching his buddy's nose. Once the shock of nearly killing his pal wore off, Chris began to laugh hysterically as he sat on his friend's shoulders...backwards. Austin wanted to get mad, but the scent of Chris' sweaty crotch made it impossible. He just looked up at his pal and winked. Chris' laugh quickly ended and his cock started to grow as he slid off of Austin and sat back against the ladder. Austin quickly ran over and locked the storage room door before returning to his friend. He unzipped Chris' pants, fished out the rock-hard pole and gave it a few quick strokes. "So if I do you, you're gonna do me next, right?" he asked, not really sure that the answer would necessarily change his actions. Being in the military, they both were still denying their true nature and one didn't want to be more subservient to the other, they wanted to be equals. "Of course, man. You know I will. Just do it already," Chris said impatiently. He had wanted them to try this for a while, but Austin was more concerned about getting caught because he came from a long line of Air Force officers, and he had just been accepted to Officer Training School.

For Chris, all the waiting had been worth it the moment his friend's lips touched his prick. As Austin's lips spread his warm, wet saliva over the bulbous cockhead, Chris' head fell back against the ladder and he just sighed with lust. Then the airman gasped when the tongue rolled underneath his cockhead and teased the shaft. Austin had been secretly watching some cheesy pornos to learn what to do because he didn't want to disappoint Chris, and he wasn't. Chris' hips began to rock up into Austin's face, but the novice cocksucker could only handle half the length. He gripped the base with one hand and fondled Chris' nutsack with his other. Because Chris had been almost desperate to experience a blowjob from Austin, it only took him 5 minutes before he was ready to shoot. "O-Ohhh shit, dude. I'm gonna cum," he moaned, but when Austin went to pull away he said, "No, man. I gotta cum in your mouth or someone might find some on the floor." Not willing to risk it, Austin engulfed the shaft once more just as Chris unloaded his thick, salty seed onto his tongue. Unsure what to do with a mouthful of spunk, Austin swallowed it down and wiped his face clean. "Not bad actually. Kinda salty," he said with a smirk. "Ok, buddy. On your knees," he ordered, and it was an order Chris was happy to follow. When he yanked out the thick cock, Chris wondered just how much he would be able to take. To his surprise, the airman struggled even to fit the fat cockhead in his mouth. "Gawddamn man. This thing's huge. I mean, I knew it was...but damn!" he said as he tried again. Eventually Chris got the head along with a few inches into his mouth, but that was all his untrained throat would handle. Austin was completely enthralled by the feeling and immediately grabbed the back of Chris' head and began to fuck his face. Chris had to maintain a firm grip on his buddy's hips to keep from being gagged repeatedly by the monster in his mouth. As with Chris, it didn't take Austin long before he was ready to unload, and when he announced the pending arrival of

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his spunk, he made sure Chris' mouth didn't go anywhere because he never let go of his head. Chris gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of semen before his head was released and then proceeded to milk a few more drops from the shaft for good measure. As he stood up, licking his lips, he leaned in and gave Austin the most passionate kiss the two had ever shared, their cocks rubbing against each other's in the process. They would end up servicing each other practically every night on duty, until that fateful night when everything changed.

It was only a few weeks before Austin was scheduled to depart for his OTS, and Chris had been pushing for them to go all the way. Austin was a lot more hesitant because there had already been several close calls of guys almost catching them in the act. Plus, there were rumors going around about how close those two really were. Austin was worried not only about loosing his OTS spot but about being kicked out all together, but he was also conflicted because he knew he loved Chris and wanted to be with him. Chris, on the other hand, knew he loved Austin and didn't care if that love cost him his place in the military, but because he loved Austin, he was conflicted since he didn't like causing his man any stress. One evening while working the midnight shift, the rain was coming down in buckets. Both Chris and Austin got caught in the deluge as they moved one of the aircrafts into the hangar for the night. When they got to the locker room to change into dry uniforms, Chris decided to try once more. As soon as both he and Austin were naked, Chris stepped up behind his buddy and hugged him close. "It will be months before we see each other again. I don't want to be separated from you for so long without having been with you totally and completely," he whispered in Austin's ear. "I know. I feel the same way. But what if we get caught?" Austin replied. "No one's here. It's just us," Chris reassured his buddy. Austin didn't say another word. He just leaned forward and pushed his ass back against Chris' crotch, grinding into it. Just as Chris was about to penetrate his first man-ass and show his guy just how much he loved him, Major Nathaniel Buckworth walked into the locker room and shouted, "What the Holy Hell do you two numb-nuts think you're doing?!?"

Austin was completely mortified at being caught, panicked and ran from the room with his clothes in his hands. Chris just stood there holding his boxers over his frustrated hard-on. "Well, son...are you going to answer me?" the major asked as he stared down the naked airman. "I don't know what you want to hear, sir, but if anyone needs to take the blame for whatever it is you think you saw, sir...then blame me, sir. Shepard did nothing wrong, sir. He leaves for OTS in a few weeks and he has earned his spot there, sir," Chris answered, with a protective tone in his voice. "I give you this much, you definitely are dedicated to your friends. But we can't have this kind of behavior running rampant on base. You two have exemplary records and I would hate to be the one to tarnish them, so here's what I'm going to do. You and Shepard will be on different shifts beginning immediately, and you are not to see each other again while he is still assigned to this base. If I catch you two together...even in the chow line, HIS career with the Air Force will be over. If you really want to do what's best for your pal, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!!" Chris' facial expression never changed as he calmly accepted his superior's deal, but inside his heart was crushed. That night Austin waited in his room to be brought up on charges of 'actions unbecoming a member of the Air Force', but when he received word that Chris had been reassigned instead, he knew something else had happened. When he tried to approach Chris, his friend just looked at him, subtly shook his head 'no' and walked away. He kept trying to talk to Chris everyday, but never could. On his last day, Austin spent a couple of hours looking for Chris but eventually had to leave for OTS without finding him. When he was about a mile from the base, he saw Chris' car parked on the side of the back road with Chris lounging on the hood as if it was any other day.

"Where have you been, Chris?!? I've been trying to find you to say good-bye," Austin said, half angry, half heartbroken. "I knew you'd take the scenic route. I've been here, just sitting around waiting for you. I couldn't talk to you on base. If I did, you would have lost you spot at OTS, and I know how hard you worked to earn that spot. But Buckworth said that I couldn't talk to you as long as you were assigned to the base. You're no longer assigned there, so here I am," Chris answered as he slid off the hood of his car and hugged his friend tightly. "So that's why you always walked away from me these last few weeks?" Austin asked softly. "Yep. I did what Buckworth wanted to protect you and your career." "Dammit. How are we going to make this work, Chris? I love you..." "I know. I love you too. But we can't be together while we're in the service. Being in the Air Force is not as important to me as it is to you, but I would never ask you to give up your dream of serving our

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country..." "But I will if that's what it takes!" Austin insisted. "I know you would. But you would also come to resent me. And you know that's a real possibility. You've want to be an officer since you were a little kid, long before you knew me. And your drive and dedication are some of the things I love about you," Chris explained, taking a long pause just to stare into his true love's eyes before continuing, "It kills me to say this, but...it's just not our time to be together." Tears streamed down Austin's face because deep down he knew what Chris was saying was true. "That doesn't mean I love you any less. What we have is special. It was built on respect, trust and honesty. That's never going to change. If Fate is on our side, we will have another chance at this...when the time is right. But right now, you have to go and become the best damn officer the Air Force has ever had," Chris said with a lump in his throat. "We can still stay in touch though, right?" Austin asked pleadingly. "I think it's best if we don't. We can't risk it. All it takes is for someone to overhear something...anything, and you could loose everything you've worked so damn hard for. This isn't easy for me either, Austin. I just love you so damn much that I'll do whatever it takes to protect you." Austin couldn't say anything, and the look in Chris' eyes was enough for him to know that his man was hurting as much as he was. After standing there hugging each other tightly for several long minutes, Austin and Chris kissed passionately one last time before finally parting ways. Sitting in the driver's seat of his car, Chris watched as Austin's vehicle disappeared from view, and then the airman simply broke down and sobbed as he felt the overwhelming sadness of his loss. He wouldn't remain in the military for much longer because that whole incident tainted his view on it and his superiors. As for Austin, he struggled with his drive to OTS because he found it very difficult to see through all the tears or think about anything else but the man he just left behind. Eventually he found it easier to throw himself into his studies and training, in lieu of thinking about Chris, which led to rapid advancement in the service.

Back in the plane, the colonel was wiping fresh tears from his eyes after reliving the last day he ever saw Chris Redfield...until Canutama. He was overwhelmed to realize that the love he felt for him then was just as strong now. He could only pray that Chris still felt the same way too. A couple of hours later, Col. Shepard was taxiing the plane down the runway, and once the plane was parked at the hangar, Austin nudged Chris awake and drove him to his apartment. After a quick bite to eat, the two men sat out on the balcony where Chris divulged the tale of his life in the more recent past. Throughout most of the story, the colonel just sat there either shocked, disgusted, enraged or any combination there of. Once Chris finished explaining what he was doing in Brazil and why he had Boca and the hard drive, Austin spoke up, "And here I thought the war on drugs was challenging. Holy shit, pal. I can't believe you've been through all of that. I swear if I ever get a chance, I'm gonna fly an F-15 straight up that Wesker guy's ass!!" Chris just chuckled and raised a bottle of beer to toast his friend's idea. "Um...Chris. There's something else I'd like to ask you," the colonel said apprehensively. "I still love you, Austin," Chris replied without actually being asked, almost causing his friend to drop his beer. "I told you that nothing would change the way I feel about you, and nothing has. Life simply happened in between then and now, but it's obvious you're still the man I fell in love with. Honorable. Heroic. And hot as fuck!" he continued, and Austin's heart continued to race. "And I can only assume by the way you've taken care of me from the moment you saved me from that snake; you still have feelings for..." "Not just feelings, Chris. I love you too. I never stopped loving you. Hell, you were the guy I compared all other guys to. They all failed, by the way," Austin said, causing Chris to chuckle and blush. "Seeing you lying there lifeless on the river bank was the most horrifying thing I've ever witnessed. And it caused all my feelings for you to rush to the surface once again. What I'm trying to say, Chris, is that once you're feeling up to it, you and I are going to finish what we started in that locker room all those years ago." Chris nearly choked on his beer by how direct Austin was, but he liked it. "Oh, I can guarantee you that I'm up for it...right here and right now. But what about the regulations forbidding it?" Chris replied. "They've been repealed," the colonel said with a huge smile. "About fuckin' time! Oh, just one thing...is your ass still virgin territory?" Chris asked with a hearty laugh. "Sorry, pal. I said I would always love you, not that I would wait for you," Col. Shepard answered with a wink. "Good to hear actually. Because now I don't have to go easy on that fine ass of yours," Chris fired back as they headed towards the bedroom.

All joking aside, once the two men walked into the bedroom, they both became silent and a bit more serious. They had expected to be each other's first, but fate had intervened. However, they still could

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be each other's best, and that's what they planned on being. Neither man was new to sex, but both found themselves somewhat nervous, that was until their lips met and then it was like no time had passed at all. Austin had seen Chris in all his naked glory on the river bank, but being that he was only concerned with saving the man's life; he didn't really remember much else. So when his hands caressed Chris' massive chest, his heart skipped a beat. Chris hadn't seen the colonel since he was an airman, and now the man had added 40 lbs of muscle to his already perfect body. Chris was almost jittery with excitement to be with the man he had loved for so long. When they embraced and started to kiss each other intensely, their hands traversed the other's body as if they had minds of their own. At an almost urgent pace, they undressed the other; eager to press their exposed flesh together. Once there was nothing between them, the two men slowed down; kissing and caressing each other as if time stood still for them. They paused every so often to gaze upon the other's well-built form before reuniting in another intense embrace. No words were spoken. None were needed. Each man knew what the other felt for him, and as the saying went; actions spoke louder than words. Austin was the first to drop to his knees, with only a second passing before he engulfed Chris' rigid member. Chris let out a loud moan when he felt his lover's tongue bathe his shaft. The colonel worked that cock over like it was a gift from heaven; savoring every ounce of precum that spilled from its slit. Chris stroked his head tenderly as he gently pumped his prick in and out of the warm, wet mouth. After several intense minutes went by, he pulled his member from Austin's lips, lifted the man to his knees and descended to his. He fondled Austin's meat slow and easy; his fingers barely touching the flesh. It was that delicate contact that made the hand job even more erotic. Austin's body was quivering with each pass of the teasing digits; he desperately needed to feel his cock down Chris' throat. Sensing his lover's growing need, Chris grabbed the top of the ballsack and pulled down slightly so Austin's prick was pointing straight out at his face. In one smooth, skillful move, Chris swallowed every inch of that thick pole, nuzzling his face in Austin's crotch. The colonel groaned long and low as he held the back of Chris' head for support, who had, in return, released his nutsack and grabbed his bubble butt, kneading it continually. After a lengthy throating, Chris pulled Austin's cock from his mouth, stood up and kissed him before turning him around and hugging him to his chest.

Austin's mind immediately flashed back to that night in the locker room when Chris had convinced him to go 'all in'. He grabbed Chris' hands, kissed each one as he pulled them apart and bent over, pressing his ass into Chris' hips. Chris couldn't help but smile that his lover had recalled the same memory he was reliving, and the two men prepared to finish what they started so many years earlier. Chris rubbed his cock up and down the ass-crack, salivating at the glorious glutes before him. When he couldn't wait any longer, he pressed his cockhead at the backdoor and slowly crept inside. He wanted to burn those first few moments into his memories, as millimeter by millimeter his prick slid past the quivering, tight ring of the colonel's chute. After permitting the cockhead to enter, the ring snapped tightly around his shaft, causing Chris to spasm sharply from the erotic pulse that ran up his spine. He continued his incredibly slow procession, not wanting to take any of it for granted. As Austin's ass continued to clench down around his girth, Chris could feel all of the stress that he was under just melt away. He had often wondered if it was all worth fighting for, but all the pain and suffering he had endured and would still endure was precisely for the moment he was currently experiencing; to be with the one he loved. Everything he still needed to do was to ensure that he had a chance at a lifetime of those moments with Austin. Suddenly, Chris' spirit was renewed and he felt more confident and more hopeful then he had in years. When his hips finally resting against Austin's beautiful ass, the hero pulled his lover back into his arms and delivered unto him the long overdue fuck they both craved.

Chris cupped Austin's smooth, firm pecs and squeezed them hard as he slammed his cock into his bubble butt. The colonel dropped his head back onto his shoulder, moaning loudly as he took every powerful thrust. Both men were soon lost to their passion and lust, and neither man wanted to find their way back to reality. Chris forced Austin up against the bedroom wall, and continued his frenzied fuck while he kissed his tensing neck. The colonel ran his right hand up and held Chris' head in place while his left squeezed the thrusting ass-cheek as moans continued to flow from his lips. After many sweaty minutes, Chris desired to be face-to-face with his lover and within mere seconds, he pulled out, spun the colonel around, hoisted the man's legs up over his shoulders and re-entered his needy hole. Austin immediately wrapped his arms around Chris' neck and hugged him close, and soon their tongues darted in and around each other's hungry mouth. The echoes of their bodies slamming

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against the wall were soon drowned out by the sounds of Chris' orgasmic grunts as he jettisoned load after load of his salty spunk deep inside Austin. When his body finished convulsing, he rested his forehead on the colonel's shoulder and muttered, "Your turn."

Austin led Chris to the bed and pushed him backwards onto the covers. The hero's ass rested on the edge of the bed while his feet were on the floor...but only momentarily. The colonel quickly dropped to his knees, placed Chris' legs on his shoulders and dove face-first into his quivering, puckered hole. Austin rimmed that hole long and hard while his hands traced every muscle in Chris' torso. The hero writhed in ecstasy as his lover prepped his ass for the coming invasion, and he couldn't wait to be occupied. When he was satisfied that he delivered a proper tongue-lashing, the colonel slid up between Chris' legs, pushed him further back onto the bed and readied his prick for entry. The two men locked eyes just as the nearly 3" wide shaft burrowed inside. Chris' eyes widened as his still somewhat-tender chute stretched to accommodate the hefty girth, but he was not about to deny Austin...or himself the experience. The colonel, however, remembered that his lover was just released from the hospital and opted for a more passionate approach. He lowered himself onto Chris' body and bean to slowly grind his hips into Chris, working over the muscular ass slow and steady. The two men once again embraced and kissed each other as their bodies undulated in unison. Chris wrapped his legs around Austin's body while his hands tenderly traveled down his back and groped his tensing butt-cheeks. Chris never released his hold, determined to keep his man in that position for eternity. But eventually, the velvety caress of Chris' chute proved to be too much for the colonel and he erupted balls-deep into his lover's bowels. They remained locked in each others arms for hours; continually taking turns on each other's shaft. Sweat was dripping from their flesh and soaking the sheets, but they didn't care. They were not going to waste the opportunity Fate had granted them.

Late the next morning, Chris woke up in Austin's arms and simply could not stop smiling. It wasn't a dream. They had finally experienced each other in the most primal and passionate way, and it was all he could have ever hoped for. When Chris tenderly kissed the colonel's perky nipple, Austin's eyes slowly opened, and it wasn't long before the sheets were drenched once again. A few of hours later and after a long, sex-filled shower, Chris and Austin headed into town to grab some lunch and to simply enjoy the day.

At that same time on the military air base, Knox and Dane had just finished negotiating a flight back to the States for them and Mace, even though none of them had their passports or any form of I.D. N- Velop Industries confirmed their identities, so the retired general and pilot had no concerns about getting the men home. Besides, he was pleased with the deal he had just struck with them and couldn't wait to get in the air. Mace was busy consuming his 'lunch' before the flight, and the big man was pleased there were so many servicemen willing to feed his need. The expert cocksucker was draining a dick every 3-5 minutes, and by the time he had to board the plane, Mace had swallowed nearly two dozen loads and put a smile on the face of every volunteer. About an hour into the fifteen hour flight home, the general stepped out of the cockpit, leaving his co-pilot to handle the plane, and headed back towards the trio. "Well, we're now at our cruising altitude and it's time for you men to pay up," he said as he undressed. "So which one of you swinging dicks is first up to tear into my ass?" he continued as he dropped to all-fours and waited to be plowed. It wasn't long before all three passengers were buck-naked and taking their positions around the general, honoring their deal for the trip home by giving it to the pig-bottom pilot as hard as they could.

Deep in the jungle, near a makeshift runway, Carlos flicked his cigarette to the ground and walked over to the riverbank. The obese gunman for the local drug cartel needed to piss before their drug- smuggling plane landed. Just as he finished up but before he stuffed his unremarkable cock back in his jeans, he heard a creepy voice behind him say, "You're not Chrisssss, but we need to ffffffeeeeed." When the startled drug-runner turned around he was face-to-face with the Bur-tuberos. Before he could scream for help or fire off a single shot, the Burke / Protuberos monstrosity engulfed his entire body and began to digest the criminal at once. Bur-tuberos had flowed along the river's currents for days unable to free itself from the watery prison, but then it drifted into a small side pool and re- formed itself. It had gone too long without enough food and had been wounded by the sun's UV rays, so the monster was in dire need of sustenance. Once it had consumed Carlos, it focused in on the other men guarding the airstrip, but before it could attack, the cargo plane landed. As it waited for its

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moment to strike, the Bur-tuberos heard the men talking about the need to get the plane back in the air and to fly it to the States to deliver their product. The Burke-half of the monster was thrilled by the opportunity to return home and wreak havoc on everyone he now believed betrayed him, and he literally salivated at the chance to exact his revenge on Chris Redfield. It waited for the cargo to be loaded, and once the door started to close, it slipped inside and hid in the shadows. When the plane reached its cruising altitude, the Bur-tuberos made short work of the gunmen guarding the drugs, as it easily absorbed them all. It then simply bided its time until the plane reached the final destination and delivered it to its enemies.

Back in Rio, after a leisurely lunch and stroll through the city streets, Chris and Austin returned to the apartment. While Chris rested his still-recuperating body, the colonel made some phone calls in an effort to help Chris get back to the States. Since he was without his identification, of any kind, and since he couldn't travel via the typical airlines anyways due to the 'occupant' in his carry-on, Austin knew of only one option. After leaving the pilot a voicemail, the colonel decided to join Chris in bed. "Well, the one pilot that can get you and that creepy 'pet' of yours back home is already in the air flying some men to the States. I know you have a mission to get back to, but the earliest you'll be able to leave is three days from now. So...it looks like you are all mine and those cock-hungry monsters will just have to wait a little while longer," he said with a huge smile. "Oh no, what shall I do trapped in this beautiful city with such a handsome man?" Chris sarcastically replied as he rolled on top of Austin and kissed him. "I'm sure we'll find a way to make the best of this situation," the colonel reassured the hero as he spread his legs wide and guided Chris' swollen girth into his hole. The pair would spend the next few days reconnecting on every level imaginable; strengthening their bond and love for each. Chris even convinced Austin to feed the whining Boca a couple of times, something the colonel found to be as disturbing as it was oddly erotic.

One evening as they lay in bed, Austin rested his head on Chris' chest and said, "I've been curious about something, Chris, and I hope you don't mind me asking, but...um...who was your first?" Chris just laid there silently for a bit before answering, "I don't remember." "Whoa. Had that many, did ya stud?" Austin teased, but the look on Chris' face quickly told him it wasn't a joke. "You really don't remember?" "I really don't. I know when it happened and where, but I can't remember with whom. It was a few months after we broke up and I was at the bar getting drunk so I wouldn't feel so heartbroken. I remember some guy chatting me up and buying me round after round of drinks and the next thing I could recall was that I woke up in a sleazy motel completely naked and my ass and cock were incredibly sore. I had some bruises, bite marks and scratches all over my body too. I knew I was super horny then and just always figured it was a wild night, but to this day I can't remember the guy's face." "Well ok then. Don't take this the wrong way, but now I don't feel so bad about my first time," the colonel teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Oh really? So who was it then?" Chris asked with a smirk. "Just some guy I met at the circus," Austin replied quickly. 'Some guy at the circus or with the circus?" Chris inquired. "Um...with the circus." "And? Was he a trapeze artist? The strongman? The lion tamer?" Chris pressed. "No. None of those guys," Austin muttered. "Don't tell me he was a clown," Chris said laughing. "What's wrong with clowns? He was funny and made me laugh...and I really needed that 'cause I missed you so much," the colonel fired back, trying to defend his choice. "Awww, that's actually kinda sweet...but still fuckin' funny as hell!" Chris replied laughing hysterically. Austin just rolled over and crawled on top of Chris saying, "Oh so you like to laugh, do ya?" before initiating an all-out tickle torture on the hero. Chris was laughing so hard while screaming "stop...don't...no," over and over again, and by time the torture was complete he had tears streaming down his face and was breathing hard. Austin kissed his guy once more before lying back down on Chris' chest and making another announcement.

"So, there was one thing I left out about the pilot that will be flying you home...actually a few things." Chris raised an eyebrow and looked at his man and replied, "O...k. Well, don't keep me waiting." "Right. So, the first thing is that pilot is a retired general. Um...and he will be expecting payment for the flight home...ah...but not monetarily speaking though. So...you know how you told me about that chancellor fellow and what you had to do to get the info you needed to find the hard drive. Well, the general's payment will be along those lines...sort of," Austin tried explaining, his face starting to turn red with embarrassment, and Chris just continued to lay there in silence waiting for the whole explanation to unfold. "You see, it turns out that the general is...um...well...he's a complete and

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total cock-slut. Apparently after years of ordering men around, all he wants now is to be used and abused by every guy he runs into. The raunchier the better for him. So...you will be expected to pummel his ass from lift off to landing; making it as rough and tumble an encounter as possible," Austin finished saying as he cautiously made eye-contact with Chris. "That's a long flight. I'm not sure my dick can go that long...," he responded before Austin interjected. "Oh, feel free to use your fists, toys or whatever is handy at the time. He won't care." "Um...it sounds like you've had experience with this guy. Have you?" Chris asked. "Well, yeah. Most guys on the base have. Buckworth can be a pretty persistent," the colonel confessed.

"BUCKWORTH?!? Nathaniel Buckworth?!? The same asshole that forced us to break up??? That's the guy I'm expected to fuck for a flight home? I'd rather swim the whole way!" Chris shouted in disbelief. "And how could you have fucked him after what he did to us?!?" he continued as he pushed Austin off of his chest. "Wait! You don't understand. He was only trying to help us...to save our military careers back then." Austin explained. "Chris, I had the same reaction you did when I was first stationed here and ran into the man, but then I found out why he did what he did, and I eventually forgave him. He was also gay in the military, but he had learned to be a lot more subtle then we had been. He was informed that we were about to be investigated and probably kicked out of the Air Force when he ran into us in the locker room. He was actually coming to warn us that night, but when he saw how reckless we were being, and knowing that my dream to be an officer was in jeopardy, he felt it was best to force us to break up...to save our careers. Apparently we weren't even close to being discrete on the base back then, and practically everyone suspected that we were gay. As time passed here on this base, I got to know the general and I found out that he really is a good guy who truly cares for his men. That day we broke up still crushes my heart and soul every time I think about it, but if we had stayed together we would have been kicked out and would have probably broken up over it. We both survived that horrible day. I fulfilled my dream to be an officer and am now fighting the war on drug trafficking, and you are fulfilling your destiny to fight for humanity's survival against the undead, AND we found each other again. You said on that day that if Fate was on our side, we would have another chance to be together, and we do. Please don't be angry with me. My anger at Buckworth dissipated long ago, and I had no idea that you never learned the truth before today," the colonel finished explaining.

Chris just sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes without saying a word, trying to make sense of everything he just learned. He then turned to face Austin, and when he saw the look of concern in his lover's eyes, he knew there was no malicious intent on his part. Chris simply leaned over and kissed the man before saying, "Well, he did save your career, so I owe him for that, and besides, I guess there's nothing wrong with giving that man a good ole' grudge fuck, now is there?" Austin gave a loud sigh of relief as the two fell back into bed still wrapped in each other's arms. "So, you're ok with me fucking another guy then?" Chris asked pointedly. "Well, we already sort of talked about this the other day. Since I'm still going to be stationed here for at least another 18 months getting this base up and running properly, it doesn't make sense for us to give this a real shot until I'm discharged and back home in the States. So until that time, we're both free do to what we want. I mean, we're going to have urges and I wouldn't expect you to be a celibate until I get there. Hell, with the way you say your missions go anyways, you probably couldn't be celibate if you tried," Austin said with a smirk on his face. "But I do hope you'll at least take some time to visit, because that's what I'm planning on doing," he continued. "You can count on it. And hopefully in 18 months, we'll have discovered a way to end this zombie threat and start the world back on the road to recovery. At least I now have something real to shoot for...a zombie-free life with you," Chris replied as he held the colonel closer before surrendering himself to Austin once more.

On the last full day of Chris' stay in Rio, the colonel wanted to go on a little adventure with his man. "Are you feeling up for a dive, Chris? There's this one spot I love to dive and I'd really like to share it with you," he asked eagerly. "I'm feeling fine, but you've got some crazy shit in these waters, dude," Chris answered back. "Awww, c'mon. I'll protect you. I promise," the colonel teased. Realizing he couldn't live his life fully if he allowed the possibility of trouble to keep him from doing something, Chris agreed and they headed for the marina. Austin had a small boat at the docks with all the gear stored aboard. He gave Chris a pair of his dive shorts to wear and nearly ran into the dock when he saw Chris walk out on deck wearing the skimpy, skin-tight trunks. "Sweet Jeezus! I might

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end up watching you swim the whole time instead, Chris," he said as he squeezed his lover's ass. "At least watch where you're going first, ok?" Chris cautioned as he took the seat next to Austin. Within an hour, they were at the site and geared up. That time, however, Chris was going into the water prepared for anything. He had a dive knife strapped to each shin, another two on his B.C. vest and a compact spear gun. "Seriously, dude? What do you expect to run into down there?" the colonel asked in a concerned tone. "I have no idea what we might run into, but at least I'll be ready." "Well, try to enjoy the scenery, alright? That's why we're here. It's our final full day together and I want you to have some fun in Brazil before you leave," Austin insisted. "We could have just stayed in bed then," Chris joked, "but ok. I promise to try to relax and enjoy the surroundings." And with that, the two men stepped off the back of the boat and descended into the clear blue waters.

The reef Austin wanted to show Chris was only forty feet below the surface and with their Nitrox tanks, the men could stay down for hours. Chris was amazed by the colors of the coral and the variety of fish swimming around the reef, and he could see why that was the colonel's favorite spot. The day was perfect for diving too. The air temperature was in the low 80s with a slight breeze, so the waves were minimal. There were barely any clouds in the sky and the sunlight pierced the depths and showcased the beautiful coral in all its glory. Chris tensed a few times when he saw a couple of large sharks in the area, but Austin calmly grabbed his shoulder and waved off the need for concern, and soon the large predators disappeared from view without incident. The afternoon just crept by as the pair meandered along the reef observing the myriad of sea life in abundance around them. As they were working their way back to the boat, the colonel thought he spotted a large moray eel and wanted to show it to Chris. When he swam closer to the creature, Austin realized it wasn't an eel; it wasn't even a creature that should be in those waters. Within seconds, the colonel was ensnared by several long tentacles of a giant octopus, and it was dragging him under a coral outcropping. Chris turned just in time to see the colonel descending deeper and deeper, and he raced to save him. Austin thought it was strange that the creature was so aggressive but also that it wasn't changing colors like he had seen them do on nature shows. Instead, the creature looked grayish and dead, and that's when the Air Force colonel became scared that he was being attacked by one of the zombified monsters Chris had been talking about.

When the sea creature pulled him close enough to its den, it used its tentacles to strip away his dive shorts and spread his legs wide. To keep its prey from trying to fight back, the clever beast used one tentacle to grab at his regulator knowing its prey would concentrate on protecting that in lieu of his cock. The colonel had no choice but to fight off that particular appendage and soon experienced the mind-blowing sensation of the massive creature inhaling his prick into its beakless mouth. He thrashed violently trying to break free but the seven other tentacles coiled around him and held him tight. The saliva of the beast acted as a topical aphrodisiac that caused his prick to swell within seconds, and the tingling sensation of the numerous suction cups adhering to his flesh only heightened his horrifyingly erotic torment, forcing him to forfeit his first batch to the hungry creature within a few minutes.

Chris had finally located Austin, but he didn't have a clear shot at the creature with his spear gun so he pulled out a knife to cut him free from the creature's hold. Unfortunately the octopus was prepared to defend its meal. It released a plume of tainted ink into the water that caused uncontrollable muscle spasms in those it coated. Soon both he and Austin began to convulse wildly, causing him to lose his grip on his knife. Sensing another hearty meal, the octopus seized Chris' quivering body, reeled him in and tore away the material confining his cock. With its tentacles measuring nearly 10' long, the beast had more then enough mass to hold onto one prey while it fed on the other. As it continued to consume the colonel's cum, the creature used its other tentacles to prepare its next course. Cramming its mating arm up its prey's ass, the octopus deposited a huge spermatophore, or packet of sperm, in Chris' bowels, and then left its appendage inside his hole until his body absorbed its vile seed. The beast then used its tentacles to fondle and grope both men non-stop to keep them constantly sexually aroused. Sensing Austin was nearing the last of his first batch, the creature slither an appendage up his ass and teased his prostate with its suction cups in order to milk out the remaining cum in his nutsack. Once the colonel was done spasming hard through his last orgasm, the octopus swapped prey and began feeding off of Chris' throbbing shaft.

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The hero watched in anger and fear as his lover was brutally rape by the creature's mating arm and filled with its infected spunk. While Austin writhed in agony, Chris was helpless underneath the surprisingly large body of the beast. When it landed on top of him, the octopus spread its arms wide and it was able to cover Chris' body from nipples to knees, while a few tentacles coiled around his ankles, arms and throat. The remaining appendages held Austin firmly while its seed dissipated into his body. Both Chris and the colonel noticed the effects of the ink wearing off, but so too did the octopus because its prey had stopped quivering. Before either man could make an attempt at an escape, the creature released more ink into the water and soon they were spasming uncontrollably again. As load after load was devoured from his dick, Chris felt the octopus invade his hole yet again. He was about to experience the same prostate teasing that Austin endured, and when the first tiny suction cup started to grope that gland, Chris found himself cumming harder then he had in a long time. The sinister cephalopod knew exactly how to draw out every last ounce from its prey. When his nutsack was drained, the men once again changed positions. As they passed by each other, they locked eyes and Chris could see real concern on his lover's face. That only strengthened his resolve to find a way to free them both because he wasn't willing to loose him now that they had just reconnected.

With their bodies kept in a constant state of arousal and their nutsacks continually replenished with semen, the men were being drained at a alarmingly fast pace, swapping spots every ten minutes or so. Chris knew they were both breathing heavily from the non-stop assault and they were using up their air supply way too fast. And on top of that, every time the octopus sensed their bodies' spasms coming to an end, it released more ink. He figured they had maybe 30 minutes of air left and that if the creature doused them with ink even just once more, they would probably die under that coral reef. So Chris devised a plan to buy them some time. As he felt the effects of the ink wear off, the hero continued to shudder as if under its full effects in the hope of fooling the sea beast. Austin too felt his body start to calm down once again, but when he saw that Chris was still convulsing, he immediately understood what his buddy was doing. So the colonel joined in on the ruse and prayed it would work. As they hoped, the octopus only concentrated on devouring their dicks and didn't spray them again. When Chris' cock was released and he was about to be swapped for Austin, he gave his lover a look that told the colonel it was now or never to initiate their counter attack.

Both Chris and Austin quickly pulled their dive knives from the sheaths and lunged for the beast, but they had severely underestimated just how strong it was and just how weak they had become from all the ball draining. It easily disarmed them before slamming them both to the sandy bottom and releasing another blast of ink. With several quick moves, the octopus had positioned the two convulsing men on their backs, lying crotch to crotch with their cocks pointed straight up. As it descended onto the doubled-up shaft, both Chris and Austin let out an audible moan of unwanted ecstasy once their final oral assault began. As the beast fed, it continually crammed sperm packets up each man's ass to get the most out of its final feeding. It also relentlessly teased their prostates causing the duo to cum nearly non-stop. As he flailed away in sexual anguish, Chris felt the compact spear gun, which was still strapped to his vest, brush against his hand, but he was convulsing so hard that he couldn't get a grip on the weapon. Several more loads were drained from his balls before he finally had his fingers wrapped around it, but then the real problem arose. How could he aim the one- shot weapon while he continued to tremble and shake? At that same time, Austin was looking past the creature at Chris and saw the weapon in his hand. Being that they were both pressed against each other, the colonel was also able to grip the gun, and the two divers worked in unison. They did their best to counter the other's quivering and stealthfully aim the spear between the sea creature's eyes. They waited for the next orgasmic wave to pass before risking it all. As soon as the last drop of cum spewed from their cocks, Chris and Austin quickly raised the spear gun up, pressed it against the octopus' skull and pulled the trigger. In a flash it was over. The beast was dead, but as a parting gift, the virus-infected octopus released a final batch of ink into the surrounding waters. Chris and Austin began convulsing again, but that time since the creature was no longer holding them in place, they were able to pull themselves free, but not without great difficulty. They were eventually able to inflate their buoyancy compensator vests and slowly rise to the surface. It took them another twenty minutes to swim to the boat and then another fifteen minutes to have enough physical control to pull themselves out of the water.

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Once they were finally aboard and had removed their dive gear, both men just lay on the deck completely exhausted and covered in red circles. When Chris rolled over to check on the colonel he couldn't help but laugh. "You look like you're covered in hickeys. They're everywhere!" he said through his laughter. "You look no better there, pal," Austin fired back as he rolled next to Chris. As their hands explored the ring-covered flesh, they took solace in knowing they had survived. Austin tried to apologize to Chris for putting him in danger, but the hero stopped him by pulling him in for another intense kiss. "This is just one of many evils humanity has to deal with. You have to contend with armed drug smugglers and I have this. All we can do is try to make the world a better place for those we love...and embrace the quiet, peaceful moments in between all the chaos," Chris said. "And now that I know we have a shot at a future together, Wesker and those fucking abominations don't have a chance in Hell at succeeding." "Did anyone ever tell you how damn sexy you are when you get all heroic?" the colonel asked as he rolled onto his back, pulling Chris on top of him. "But before you head off to save the world, how about you help me ease the aching in my nutsack from all the excess cum still stored inside?" "As you wish," was all Chris said before descending towards the needy prick, giving a subtle nod to the pair's favorite movie. They spent the next couple of hours relieving each other's needs and feeding their weary bodies. By the time they returned to the apartment and had dinner, they were exhausted, but when they entered the bedroom and realized that it would be their last night together for a long while, both men tapped into their reserves and got a second wind. If the day taught them anything, it was to not waste those precious moments with the one you love. Their passionate love-making lasted into the wee hours of the night before they finally succumbed to their exhaustion, drifting to sleep in each other's arms.

When Austin dropped Chris off at the air field the next morning, neither man was overcome with sadness. While it seemed oddly similar to the last time they parted ways, the huge difference was that things weren't over between them, they were just on hold. The colonel had to finish his tour of duty and would then join Chris stateside to give their relationship a go. And Chris had a lot of work to do in the meantime trying to rid the world of zombies, so that they had a shot at a normal life together. They shared one final kiss before Chris headed for a large, burly man in a flight suit standing next to a plane, and Austin returned to his hangar to be briefed on that day's mission.

"Hello, Buckworth," Chris said coldly to the general, "let's get this heap in the air already." "So I see the years haven't taught you to be respectful of your superiors, has it Redfield?" the general asked sarcastically as he tossed his cigar to the tarmac. "I respect those that have earned it, and you were never my 'superior', just my boss," the zombie-hunter clarified. What Chris didn't realize was that his attitude and aggressive behavior was actually a real turn-on for the retired general, and Buckworth's cock was starting to swell at the thought of Chris taking out his anger on his eager ass. About an hour into the long flight, the general walked back to the cabin area and sat next to Chris. "Now we can either get all in touch with our emotions and talk things through like little girls, or you can see me as the bad guy and get medieval on my ass. Your choice," Buckworth said as he stared straight into Chris' eyes. The hero forgot just how blunt the man could be, and would never admit it out loud, but he did respect him for that. Knowing he still had some issues to work through when it came to what Buckworth did back then, Chris figured it would be best if they simply got down to business. "On your knees, bitch! I'm about to show you what it truly means to be superior," Chris ordered as he got up and undressed. The retired general didn't hesitate and was naked and on all-fours in less then a minute.

The 55 year old general stood 5'-10" tall and weighed 220 lbs, with a stocky build and a bodybuilder's gut. The gray hair, on his head and chest, might have made him appear old, but the retired general was a skilled fighter and strong as an ox, and his pain threshold was extremely high, which was one of the reasons he loved to let his men get so rough with him. As Chris knelt behind that hairy, muscular ass, his mind flashed back to that night in the locker room when Buckworth ordered him to stop seeing Austin. As the current-day hero allowed those old feelings of anger and resentment to well up inside him, he grabbed onto the general's hips preparing to unleash his fury. A minute later and Buckworth let out a loud grunt as Chris impaled his former leader with all ten inches on the first thrust, and he didn't allow the old man a single moment to acclimate to his girth. Almost immediately, sounds of hips slamming into ass-cheeks echoed through the cabin as Chris railed the retired general as viciously as he could. Buckworth began grunting and groaning non-stop as his body shook from the force of

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each impact, but he never stopped smiling. He had always wanted to experience a romp in the sack with Chris, ever since he saw the young stud standing naked in the locker room covering his fully erect cock. Soon Chris adjusted his position and was now squatting behind Buckworth, gripping the man's shoulders tightly, in order to get better leverage to plow his hole even harder. Even though the cabin was air conditioned, both men began to sweat profusely as the brutal blitz rolled on. Because of his anger towards the general's actions, Chris was able to stave off the desire to cum for nearly thirty minutes, but eventually the constant stimulation to his prick was too much and he dumped his load deep inside the old man. As Chris pulled out, he remembered what Austin said to do when he needed to give his cock a break, so he knelt to the side of the general and punched his fist up Buckworth's ass.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRRR!!!" yelled the general, who was caught off-guard when the hero's hand plunged up his hole. He didn't expect Chris to be so perverse, but was more then thrilled by his former subordinate's initiative. Like a piston in an engine, Chris' arm slid in and out of Buckworth's ass from wrist to elbow and the retired general was in heaven. He laid his head on his left forearm while his right hand stroked his chubby eight-incher. He kept moaning blissfully which irritated Chris somewhat. The hero had wanted to cause the general at least some amount of discomfort for what he put him through, but the harder he punch-fucked Buckworth, the more pleasure the general felt. Soon the old man was splattering his load all over the floor as he cried out Chris' name over and over again. "Damn, Redfield! I never knew you were such a brutal bastard," Buckworth said as he slid off of Chris' forearm. "Oh, I've learned a thing or two over the years, and I'm not done with your slut hole yet," the hero responded as he got up and grabbed something unexpected. Buckworth was a little nervous when he rolled over and saw Chris holding a portable fire extinguisher in his hands while he smiled wickedly. "Let's see if this will fit," Chris said as he lubed up the bottom of the 4" wide 15" long cylinder. Buckworth's eyes widened as Chris steadily forced the bright red, makeshift metal dildo up his butt. "Oh shit, Buckworth! You really are a hungry piggy, aren't you? Your ass swallowed the whole tank up to the handle! Let's see if you got room for one more thing," he wondered aloud as he leaned over the general and started to work his rock-hard cock back in the stuffed hole. "S-Slow d-d-d-down, mannnn. O-O-Oh gaaaawwwwwd, Chrisssss, stop. Pleeeeease s- s-stop," Buckworth begged as he arched his back trying to accommodate both occupants. "You wanted it rough and nasty, little piggy. I'm just respecting you wishes," Chris growled back as his cockhead pushed past the taut ass-ring. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!! OOOHHHHH DAAAAAMMMMMNNNN!!!" the general screamed once every inch of Chris' prick slid home. "I knew you could take it! Hold on tight, 'cause I'm about to really make you scream," Chris warned seconds before laying down on top of Buckworth and ramping up his second anal attack. The general groped and clawed at Chris' back and butt trying to hold on for dear life as the former airman pounded his double-stuffed hole as if the world was ending. There were times when the co-pilot thought to check on Buckworth by the screams he was making, but he knew the old man was a world-class whore and figured it was just how he liked it.

Another thirty minutes later and Chris was erupting inside Buckworth once again and the old man had shot his wad between their two sweaty abs. "You win, Redfield. I need a break," the general admitted as Chris pushed up off of him and yanked out the fire extinguisher. Still naked, Buckworth stepped into the cockpit and sat in his seat. "Sounded like you had fun," his co-pilot said. "And then some," the general replied as Chris walked in, zipping up his fly. "Jacques Clouer. Chris Redfield," Buckworth announced, introducing the two men to each other. "Jackhammer has been my co-pilot for years, so he's used to seeing me like this." "Jackhammer?" Chris asked, slightly confused. "His call- sign. Albeit a little odd for a pilot, but it actually has nothing to do with his flying ability, rest assured," the general explained. Chris sat down in the communications seat and the three men began chatting. Chris explained what he was doing in Brazil, which shocked both men and then explained to Jacques how he knew Buckworth. After devouring some food and resting a bit more, Buckworth told Chris he was ready for the next round, but that they would also be putting on a show for his co-pilot. The then general got up, secured the cockpit door in the open position and then lay on his back on the floor. Chris dropped trou, grabbed Buckworth's ankles and forced them to his shoulders, rolling his ass up into the air. Then with a firm grip on the old man's ankles, Chris proceeded to pile-drive his cock down into the defenseless hole, giving Jacques a clear view of his ass and flopping balls as he railed his pilot mercilessly. The co-pilot immediately flipped the auto-pilot switch to the 'on' position and watched intently as the power-fuck continued; his own huge cock swelling with need.

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It only took Chris 15 minutes to cum that time, and once he pulled out, he lay flat on his stomach and ordered the general to sit on his fist. Buckworth did as he was ordered; facing towards Chris so his bouncing cock continually smacked the hero in the face. Chris then surprised the general by cramming his other hand up the old man's ass. Buckworth leaned back slightly on his own hands and started to grind his ass on both forearms like a bitch in heat. Jacques was amazed at what he was witnessing and the sight of Chris' exposed ass became too good to pass up. Giving the instrument panel one final glance, the co-pilot stripped out of his flight suit and mounted the unsuspecting hero. With the general impaled on his arms, Chris was stuck in that position, so when he felt the hefty meat press against his hole, he had no choice but to welcome it inside. Within seconds, Chris learned how the co-pilot got his nickname because soon he was grunting and moaning as all twelve inches speared his butt in a relentless assault that put all others to shame. "Yeah, man! Fuck his ass. Fuck it hard!" Buckworth yelled while he continued his two-fisted bounce. At one point when Chris reared his head back to moan, the general's plump prick flopped into his mouth. The old man wasn't about to let that opportunity slip away, so he quickly moved into the kneeling position, with Chris' forearms still up his ass, and grabbed the hero's head and began to throat fuck the man that was fist fucking him. Jackhammer continued to earn his nickname as he never faltered in his lightning fast, thunderous thrusts into Chris' ass. As the minutes ticked by and the smell of hot man-sex filled the air, one by one the trio gave into their orgasmic cravings. First it was the general who coated Chris' throat, and then it was Chris who soaked the cockpit floor, followed by Jacques blasting the hero's bowels with load after load of his creamy seed. "Merci beaucoup mon ami," he whispered in Chris' ear before pulling out and returning to his seat. Once the general slid off his arms, Chris excused himself and returned to the cabin to get some rest. The trio would engage in several more sessions before the landing gear touched down, including a scenario where Jacques railed Chris while the general forced the hero's foot into his kinky ass...all the way to his calf. Moments after their last threesome, Buckworth and Jacques rushed to their seats when alarms started to go off. A fuel line had ruptured causing one of the engines to stall out. After making a distress call, Buckworth was redirected to the closest military airfield which happened to be about five hundred miles away from home.

"Sorry Redfield, but it looks like we won't get you all the way there," Buckworth said as the plane landed, "but I'm sure we can get you a vehicle though." When Chris learned where they had landed, he felt it was Fate once again, because he was only a few hours away from Linc's hometown. "That's alright, General. I have to deliver some news to the only other guy to survive our mission, and it will be best to do it in person," Chris answered as he recalled the address Linc gave him in the hospital. Within the hour, Chris was on the road headed for Linc's place, but being that it was late in the evening, the hero opted to stay in a motel overnight and deliver the news about Linc's comrades in the morning. Not knowing the area very well, Chris ended up at a small motel on the outskirts of an equally small town, but since the sign indicated that they had a vacancy, that was good enough for the weary traveler. When he entered the lobby, Chris noticed an obese man sitting behind the counter who was busy playing an online video game. "Can I help you?" Milton asked without looking up from his monitor. "I was hoping to get a room for the night," Chris responded as he placed his bag on the floor. He now actually had some fresh clothes and some money thanks to Austin's generosity, and he was looking forward to showering off the scent of the general's and Jacques' sweat and cum residue. When Milton finally looked up, he fumbled his game controller when he saw the muscular stranger in a sleeveless t-shirt standing there. "Oh...um...a room. Of course, sir. I must apologize though. We are undergoing some renovations and only have one room available. You should know that you would be the only guest staying here tonight." "As long as you have a room, that's fine with me. I'll be out of here early tomorrow morning anyways," Chris replied. "Excellent," replied the owner; almost a little too enthusiastically in Chris' opinion, but then he thought it must be due to the lack of business, so he disregarded the comment. Once he was checked in and given the key, Chris headed out the door towards his room. As soon as the lobby door shut behind him, Milton flipped on the 'no vacancy' sign and got online to hastily post a new message.

At N-Velop Industries' headquarters, Knox and Dane just finished briefing Mr. Baptiste and his team of doctors and scientists on what they knew of Mace's condition. "That was one hell of mission, men. I'm grateful that at least some of you made it back alive. Take some time off to recuperate and let us take care of your friend. We've got the best minds working on it and I promise you we will do

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whatever it takes," Mr. Baptiste said as he led the two mercenaries to the exit. "When can we see him?" Dane asked. "Give us a few days to run the necessary tests. You can see him after that, alright?" Mr. Baptiste replied, eager to get back to his patient. "Sounds good, sir. Thank you," Knox responded, and then he and his partner left the building and headed home. "So how shall we proceed with his recovery, Mr. Baptiste?" a doctor asked. "Recovery?!? Are you an idiot? Redfield is dead and with him went my plan...that was until fate delivered this mercenary to us. I'm not interested in curing him. I want to know just how far his mutation will go. I need to know if he can give me what I desire, what I can use," Mr. Baptiste snapped back. "Yes, sir. Sorry, Mr. Baptiste. So how do you want us to proceed with regards to advancing his mutation." "That's simple. Expose him to Ero- zombies," the owner of N-Velop Industries said coldly. "How many zombies, sir?" another scientist inquired. "That depends. How many do we have?" Mr. Baptiste asked as he walked up to the window on the observation deck and looked down at the large mercenary sitting all alone on the exam table. A few minutes later, three doors slid open allowing a dozen Beta EZs to charge into the room and swarm Mace. As his agonizing cries for help filled the air, Nigel Baptiste just stood there and smiled; his cock twitching with anticipation.

Back at the motel, Chris had just finished a long shower and was getting ready to watch some TV before hitting the bed, but unbeknownst to the hero, his every move was being watched by several cameras placed throughout the space. Earlier, Milton had issued an IM to all the followers of his taboo website; Zombifight. "The countdown has begun to the next showdown. A new competitor has checked in, and won't be checking out. To see how long Rodfield can survive, log in and place your bets. Check out the free preview of our hot new fighter as he showers and rubs one out." Milton had altered Chris' name as a precaution in case anyone was do to a name search in the future when they went looking for the missing stud, plus as a wrestling fan he just loved the corny stage names. Within minutes, Milton's site had thousands of hits from all around the world, and the psychotic computer geek started laughing perversely in anticipation of the evening's entertainment. As expected, the sight of Chris' impressive, muscular body intrigued the majority of the visitors and soon hundreds of thousands of dollars in illegal bets were placed with an off-shore gambling company, with Milton getting a portion of the proceeds. The sick, fat bastard had been running that operation for a while and typically streamed a live show once a week with the average traveler as the unwitting competitor, but he had never had anyone like Chris and knew the man would be great for business. After he blocked all but the free porn channel, Milton leaned back in his recliner and stroked his pudgy pud while watching Chris jerk off his impressive member. "Oh, this should be an amazing fight!" Milton thought to himself, beating his meat a little harder. And that same thought resonated with the majority of viewers which came from all walks of life, including wealthy businessmen, an oil tycoon, fraternity jocks, a billionaire sheikh, a Colombian drug lord and of course, Albert Wesker. When Wesker saw it was Chris lying naked in bed, he nearly came in his pants. He knew what the hunky stud was in for and couldn't wait to watch it unfold. He ordered his men not to disturb him or face the possibility of death. Once he was alone in his office, Wesker put the live feed on the main monitor and sat back to watch the battle royale. One person that ignored the IM was Nigel Baptiste, because he was in the middle of watching his own perverse version of entertainment.

About an hour later, Chris was sound asleep, and that was when Milton sent his next message. "The time has come to unleash Romulust and Reamus from their cell. The match officially begins once they enter Rodfield's room. Enjoy the fight." Seconds later, a hidden panel in Chris' rooms silently slid open and two huge Beta EZs crept out. The twin beasts were 6'-6" tall and weighed 250 lbs and were sporting 16" cocks.

When they were among the living, the brothers were up-and-coming professional wrestlers. One day, the pair checked into Milton's motel but never left. The obese motel owner was a huge wrestling fan and wanted to see the pair battle the EZ he had trapped in the room next to theirs. Milton had drugged the twins' food in order to make it a fair fight, but he didn't take into consideration the amount of alcohol the men consumed during the day. Within minutes of digesting their meal, the pair collapsed on their beds and died. Milton figured the only way to avoid the electric chair was to release the captured EZ into their room and blame their deaths on the attack. He had no idea that the horny beast could turn the dead pro wrestlers into EZs, but once they transformed, the idea for Zombifight was born.

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When the pair approached the sleeping hero, they licked their lips and salivated, and Chris' cock immediately swelled to its full ten inches. Sensing his shaft hardening, Chris woke up to find Romulust and Reamus standing on either side of his bed. Before he could escape, the pair of zombies pounced on the hero, forcing him back onto the bed as one engulfed his cock and the other stuffed his throat with its huge prick. Within minutes, he was forfeiting his first load to Romulust while Reamus was pumping its huge batch into his gullet. The pair quickly swapped positions and Chris was brutalized some more, but as soon as Reamus swallowed its first load, it released Chris' cock and rolled the hero onto his hands and knees. The pair of zombies then proceeded to spit-roast the hero for nearly twenty minutes, pumping load after load into his body. Chris was moaning loudly in agony as the pair of 16" pricks pulverized him from both ends, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Once he was fully saturated with their tainted spunk, the EZs went into attack mode, but their undead brains knew of only one way to dominate their prey. Without warning, Romulust grabbed Chris' arm and flung him into the wall on the opposite side of the room. That was followed by Reamus delivering a flying drop kick to Chris' chest which sent the hero tumbling over a chair. As he struggled to his feet, Romulust grabbed Chris by his upper arms, hoisted him into the air before slamming him down onto the floor on his back. Before he could get to his feet, Reamus was landing an elbow drop to his chest. As he lay there grabbing his chest in pain, the pair of EZs slammed the mattress on top of Chris' upper body, trapping him underneath. Reamus quickly jumped on the mattress and swallowed Chris' prick to the hilt while Romulust took position between the hero's legs. The Beta EZ grabbed Chris' ankles and held them outstretched as it crammed its cock into his unguarded ass and initiate a bombardment of butt-slamming thrusts that could be heard around the world, causing thousands of men to stroked their dicks to orgasm.

As load after load continued to be sucked form his nutsack, Chris Redfield began to wonder if he had survived the Brazilian mission only to die in a seedy motel on the outskirts of a tired, old town.

To be continued...

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