Rent Boys of Jove
Tara Loughead
Copyright 2010 Tara Loughead
For Joey Cavalieri, Joe Staton, Marv Wolfman and George Perez
A Bulays and Ghaavn Adventure
"Not exactly a name to strike fear into the hearts of good-doers everywhere, is it? Not to mention other criminals."
"No," said Bulays. It is a reclaiming thing. A group of similarly inclined gangsters drifted together because some years back they were ostracised by their own organisations. Then they started their rise. Now they are on top, and the Thaumoforming certainly didn't hurt. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact their enemies kept being found face down in alleys with theirs mouths stuffed full of Jovian mule penis. They started to get the point, then." Bulays paused for effect, looking at her partner. So, hardest men in the Solar System, in all senses of the word," she smirked.
"A fascinating underworld encyclopaedia you are, Bulays," Ghaavn grinned.
"You'd want to hope so, love, because I'm going to introduce you."
*****
Earlier, Ghaavn had been talking to Hannah Kang. "Thanks for seeing me recently, Hannah. Not everyone gets a vampire queen to come calling. It really meant a lot to me after the Tavros incident, and then with Bulays hurt."
"Ghaavn darling," Hannah replied sweetly. "You said you were going to face the best gunwoman in the System. Off to face death, and you called me rather than someone else. That speaks volumes. If I could help you celebrate a lust for life, then I was more than happy to." Her voice dropped a little at the pleasant memory. "When you are in charge, sometimes you just have to delegate running the show to others for a while, to keep them sharp. An added bonus, now I have werewolf grooming tips, thanks to Wing."
"Yes," Ghaavn said. She and Jacqui seem to be getting along very nicely. "Although Bulays wasn't too happy about having to vacuum off her bed, after she sprung them pillow fighting in her room. I also wanted to talk to you about our next mission." He explained.
"I know what that entails, Ghaavn. You know whom I live with. I am hardly celibate when I'm not with you. I don't expect you to be, either. Do what you need to do. Do what you want to do. All that matters is that you come back to me."
"Thank you Hannah, I'll call when I return."
*****
"What does he have, that I don't?" Francesca Dreyk asked. She was brushing the long hair of Hannah Kang, who was seated in front of her dressed in a filmy red robe. As she did, her other hand slipped down Hannah's body, to begin caressing a breast. Hannah pushed the hand away.
"Enough, Francesca!" She commanded. Dreyk stepped back, wide-eyed and naked. "Hannah's voice was hard. "For one thing, he is actually interested in people other than himself." Francesca averted her eyes at her queen's commanding stare. Now, turn around and on your knees." Hannah reached into her dresser, and pulled out a belt arrangement with a rubber phallus attached. Letting her robe fall down about her voluptuous form, she strapped on, and continued. "As for the other..."
Downstairs, Blake Unida gave a small smile as she heard Dreyk's loud, penetrated cry.
*****
"You know that Buck wanted me to record this, right?" Bulays asked, her arm around her partner's waist.
"That certainly doesn't surprise me...I am sure Lady G could get her a discount at Madame Khan's if that is what she is into," he grinned.
Bulays chuckled. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"
"Oh, definitely," the tight black leather-clad Ghaavn said, as they entered the inconspicuous looking grey building in front of them.
A pretty young male receptionist told the duo, "this way please, Agents." He ushered them in to a large room with rough, old-fashioned red brick walls, and a hard wooden floor. Seated throughout, all dressed in black, were the top men of the Rent Boys of Jove. Tight leather pants, leather harnesses, black collars with keys attached were plentiful. A variety of such attire could be found adorning the muscular male bodies throughout the room. They sat silently, staring at the newcomers with predatory eyes.
"Enough with the attempt at testosterone poisoning, lads," Bulays broke the silence.
A man stood. Topless, dressed in black pants and short boots his tanned pectorals showed to advantage, nipples hard. His arms where well defined, stomach flat, and leather codpiece apparently well filled. "We aren't actually in the business of doing what the government says," the man with short, black, wavy hair replied flatly.
"'Allo Knight. Let's keep this civilised. I don't want to have to hurt anybody," Bulays said, arms crossed, stance alert.
"I'd believe what the lady says," came a deep voice from a corner, shadows covering his face.
"Erik?" Bulays queried. "What are you doing here? I didn't think your tastes ran to man-meat in these quantities."
"Exactly, he said. So a good place to not be found. However, I was just leaving. I will let you get on with it. At that, the Dark Man was gone, door closing behind him."
"On the run as usual," Bulays said to Ghaavn. "Can't help himself."
"Glad to see your philanthropy lends itself to taking in strays," she continued, appraising Knight while addressing him directly. Well-built and handsome, not too shabby at all, was what she was thinking, even if my chances are very remote.
"So, do we have a deal?"
"Yes," said Knight. "Your partner passes our test, we will hear what you have to say."
Ghaavn stepped forward. "Very well," he said.
"Then begin," Knight called to his men. "Bulays, you are with me." He led the watchful blonde amazon to an empty chair by his side.
"Do you offer private health insurance as part of the package?" She asked, smiling.
Knight did not reply.
One of the Rent Boys rushed Ghaavn, in an attack. Ghaavn cut him down with a martial arts hand-strike.
Next came two attackers. They came round to the right fast, and he met the first with knee driving into his groin, right hand sweeping him to the floor. Ghaavn moved to his left driving up with an impetus that started from his toes and gathered power from thigh, body and shoulder to explode in the heel of his hand as it took the second Rent Boy under the jaw. Lifted from his feet, he collapsed to the ground.
"Dragon." Knight called, with a hand signal.
The next man came at Ghaavn with swift ferocity, feinting, then spinning with practised skill to deliver a high reverse roundhouse kick that might well have broken his neck had it landed. Ghaavn used the miss, and its momentum to move in and take the man to the ground in a submission hold, cutting off his oxygen supply. "Any reason I should let this one live?" He called.
"Yes," Knight called. "I'll take it as a personal favour." Ghaavn released the now unconscious man to the floor. "You are clearly man enough for us, Ghaavn. We can forego the rest."
Ghaavn shook his head. "No, I don't believe we will. I don't want your Rent Boys murmuring about traditions not being upheld. However," he paused as he looked out at the assemblage of underlings, "If it is within the rules, and it seems I've taken the best of the rest, then the next part is on your leader."
The gathering called in agreement: "Knight!"
Their leader raised a hand for silence, and removed his pants with the other. With no underwear, his penis hung free. His thighs were pleasing, flanks sleek and smooth, legs only lightly haired. Knight's penis was starting to grow. Ghaavn moved to the man, dropping to his knees in front of him. He took the dangling organ before him in his hand, and began to fellate Knight to full erection. This was a brief task.
He stood, stepped back, and removed his clothes. Knight caught the tube of lubricant thrown to him by one of his men and passed it to Ghaavn, who put it to good use on Knight's
rather lovely pointing penis. He handed it back, and turned. Knight put his arm around his chest, and used his other hand to lube Ghaavn's entrance.
If Bulays thought there was testosterone poisoning before, then you could certainly smell it now, as the excited eyes of the Rent Boys watched the slightly taller Knight slide slowly into the deeper-chested Ghaavn. Ghaavn's erection had come alive equally prettily. His muscular thighs steadily moving to accommodate the increasing pace of the Rent Boy leader's thrusts. Knight gripped Ghaavn around the abdomen, and pumped his penis with his other hand as he slid in and out. Knight began to moan, then groan, and came, hard. His hand continued moving on Ghaavn, until he erupted stickily over his palm. Knight withdrew, turned Ghaavn to face him, and kissed him with passion. He turned to face the Rent Boys. "One of us!" He called.
Knight stood proudly naked as his men came to swear fealty by kissing his semen-covered hand.