The Infestation by C . S . Black
The crowd cheers and the lights flicker . My heart is pounding in my ears . With each rhythmic beat everything around me begins to drown . Soon , nothing exists except the lights and the life force pulsating underneath my skin . I feel ethereal , untouchable . That is , until I feel someone grab my arm . I ’ m quickly jolted back into reality where the crowd is still cheering , Kaharah is laughing , and I have no idea who is leading me .
The pull on my arm is strong , the grip on my hand firm . It ’ s a man , but that ’ s nothing I ’ m not used to . His nervousness soaks into me in the form of clammy , cold skin against my palm . The faces in the crowd become blurred , everything is moving so fast , this carousel is out of control .
As we reach the front of the entrance to my own personal hell , the man lets go of my hand and disappears inside the tent before I even get a good look at him . When I look up , I realize Kaharah is standing in front of me giving me that look . I wait for the shot , because I know it ’ s coming . There is no way I ’ ll be able to do this without it . A sense of relief falls over me when I see it . My salvation ! I feel Kaharah ’ s hand on the waistband of my trousers . Without hesitation I grab his wrist because I ’ ll be damned if I am going to let him defile me too .
In the five years that I ’ ve worked under him , under the Circus , he ’ s never tried anything with me . Kaharah is slick ; he could sell you your own soul , and then make you eat it strictly for his own amusement . When he found me I hadn ’ t eaten in two weeks . I was dirty , and I know I smelled like shit . He took advantage of my predicament because why not ? He is under the impression that he is a free man , but he ’ s not . The United Commerce owns him , and they own him because they own the Circus .
Yes , Kaharah is a well off man who has no boundaries and thinks he can take whatever he wants . However , he got a handful when he grabbed me . He looks up at me in disdainful surprise . My eyes slowly turn into slits as I nod my head in a quick insulting gesture . “ What the fuck do you think you ’ re doing ?” I spit at him .
A slimy smile spreads across his lips . “ I can ’ t very well have you go in there without a little pick me up ,” he tells me .
“ Shots are always given in my neck ,” I remind him , still glaring , hoping if I do it long enough maybe he ’ ll spontaneously combust and I ’ ll get the satisfaction of seeing his guts all over his precious white tent .
“ Usually ,” he nods . “ But this one is not .” He tugs at my trousers again . “ Why ?” I ask . “ What ’ s in that ?” The slimy grin turns into a sly one , and I don ’ t like the look he is giving me one fucking bit .
“ Well ,” he begins . “ For starters ...” I shiver when he unexpectedly runs the serum gun over my cock . “ It ’ s going to make you feel fucking fantastic . You ’ re going to want that man ’ s cock in your ass , and you ’ re going to love every thrust .”
I ’ m so angry I want to kill him . How dare he suggest I ’ d ever enjoy turning tricks for him ? Who the fu- I don ’ t get the thought out before he pulls down the other side of my trousers and shoots the serum underneath my hip bone .
Every single hair on my body stands up immediately , and my once flaccid cock is now raging , standing at full attention , pulsating and twitching . My neurons begin firing at a rate I ’ m not sure is healthy . I feel them under my skin , tingling , vibrating , and shooting colors behind my eyes that I ’ ve never seen before . I have no idea what is in that serum but at this point I don ’ t care . I want whatever is about to happen to me . I want it now , and I want it bad .
Upon walking into the tent , I see a middle-aged , balding man who has eaten more than his fair share of Sunday dinners sitting on the edge of an old rickety bed . Every internal instinct I have tells me to run away , but my body is lit , ready to go . I need release , and for that purpose ( and no other ) I stay . His smile shows a set of nice teeth , but cockroaches crawl over them , and there are termites in his laugh . He is the definition of filth . I bite my bottom lip as I feel his hands on my hips . He is going to kiss me , and I ’ m going to let him . I ’ m going to infest myself with his cockroaches , allow the termites to invade my laugh , allow him to violate my body .
His kiss is sloppy , but I ’ m so wanton that I don ’ t give a shit . I can feel the insects under my skin , and I want more of them . I want this to be a full infestation . I moan , and this is so unlike me . I don ’ t kiss . Kissing is too personal for something like this , but here I am kissing and wanting it . What is in that serum ? His thumbs press into the skin above my hipbones . I hear the words escape my lips , but I can hardly believe I ’ ve said them . “ Fuck me . I want you ... inside me ... now .” I imagine my pupils are blown by now , and I know my cock is harder than I think its ever been . He kisses my neck and laughs .
“ Such a greedy little whore , are we ?” His voice is raspy , and I ’ m getting brush burn on my face from his stubble . Normally , a comment like that would piss me off ; tonight it just turns me on .
“ Do you want me to suck you off ?” My breathing is labored , and my eyes are closed . This is obviously the right thing to say to this man because before I know it I have a hand on my head forcing me to my knees . It only takes me a minute to get him out of his pants and into my hand . I look up at him while my hand strokes his length . I bite my lip and try to look as sexy as possible . It is my job after all . The next thing that happens I am not expecting at all . A hard backhand comes across my face . I stop all activity to rub my cheek . What the fuck ? Then , my head is being pulled back . He has a fist full of my hair .
“ I paid for a whore , now show me a whore ,” he insults me as he pushes my head between his legs . My mouth brushes over his cock and suddenly I don ’ t want to do this anymore . “ Suck it , whore .”
He orders me , and I know I have to . I reluctantly