a Dog (Cult of the Butterfly 3)
By Paul Smith.
Like a Dog (Cult of the
Copyright 2017 Paul Smith
is a work of fiction. Any similarity to people, places or events is
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This chapter includes explicit
guy on guy action. Don’t say I didn’t warn you...
shivered as he stepped back out into the evening air. Spared a brief
glance for the building stood behind him huddled amidst the
surrounding apartment blocks before setting off up the street.
Thomas’ church sat in the middle of Highgate, one of the old inner
city suburbs that had seen better days. The Insurgency had not been
kind to the place, leaving it in desperate need of some financial
input. But with the city’s fat cats moving out of town following
the unrest, the city council had decided the cash might be better
splashed elsewhere. So now the district belonged to those who needed
easy access to the city’s central and commercial districts but
couldn’t afford the likes of Sunrise heights or the Copse.
wasn’t a bad area: crime wasn’t particularly higher than
elsewhere, but then that wasn’t saying a great deal in a city whose
soul was so tarnished he suspected even Jesus would have a hard time
scrubbing it up.
to bring out the marigolds mate.
he headed up the street, plugging earphones in as he went. Bit
of Bletchley I think.
his hands in his pockets he made for the end of the street, ignoring
the crossing as he headed north for the end of Dipong. Across the tea
gardens the Western Line curved in to skirt the head of the square
before turning north towards Shizilu
Station, where he could change for the Suburban.
tail end of rush hour was still littering the platform as he arrived,
slipping between men and women dressed for the office. The tea
gardens were a popular stop off for those who didn’t have to rush
home, or had palms to grease away from their boss’s all seeing eye,
so he only just made it onto the next train that pulled in. Spent the
entire ride stuck between a couple of youngsters in the latest Chen
Tza broadcloth, and a pair of
nurses heading in for the night shift. He smiled at the nurses,
rolling his eyes with them when one of the suit’s crasser comments
penetrated Bletchley’s low drawl. Gestured them out first as their
ride pitched up on the satellite platforms which ran down Shi’s
western edge. Disembarked himself, leaving the youngsters to their
dodgy politics as he crossed to survey the board.
half an hour ‘til the next one.
A slow smile spread across his face. Turning, he made his way
casually towards the far end of the platform, where a set of broad
stairs led down towards the gents.
The door swung open as he reached the bottom of the steps. Brief
impression of stubble and questioning eyes as they passed each other.
He paused in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder, but the other
guy was already half way up the stairs.
Shrugging, he pushed on into the dim interior. A set of barriers that
hadn’t worked since he’d been frequenting the place led to a
short corridor that forked left and right. Left for cubicles, right
for the urinals.
He turned right, hand in his pocket thumbing his music to silence
before squeezing the swelling already started there. In many ways
this was the best part: the delicious anticipation before you stepped
through the door and those dice you’d thrown came to rest…
Grimy sinks dominated one side of the room, a line of a dozen or so
individual urinals the other. Of these just over half were occupied,
which he found something of a surprise given the time. Two of those
were already engaged, from the furtive snatch of hands back where
they should be as he entered. Sullen glances shot his way, the
youngster in the power suit offering a slight smile before he and the
grizzled hipster next to him went back to business. Devan grinned,
sidling up to the far end where a student-type with his hand stuffed
down the front of his shorts was peering about surreptitiously from
beneath his hood. The rent on the end offered him a nod of
recognition as he unzipped before studiously ignoring him again. He
likewise had headphones in, was probably waiting on some prearranged
Pulling himself out (with an effort) Devan let it hang for a bit.
Quick glances from shorts confirmed he had his attention as a healthy
stream of piss emerged. He’d drunk a whole bottle of water on the
way from the office to see Tom, and it’d been at least partially
responsible for the lump in his pants for the last few stops. Urine
gushed, blood flow slowly abating with it so that by the time he’d
finished he was mostly flaccid again. Not that that made a great deal
of difference in this heat. He was most definitely a shower, not a
grower, except in very rare circumstances. A couple of extra inches.
Certainly an appreciable increase in girth. But what you saw is what
you pretty much got. Which was fine in this sort of situation.
suit walked in, prompting the kid to jump, but Dev didn’t even
flinch, well aware that at this time of night the chances of it being
anybody actually after a piss
were fairly slim. He glanced up, seeing muscles straining against
broadcloth. The hint of body art peering above his collar line.
Buttocks like fists strained against the silk of his trousers as he
took the urinal on the kid’s far side, popping out a cock like the
horn of an angry bull.
someone’s got himself all worked up in the boardroom this
He glanced about, clocking the meat already swelling between Devan’s
idle fingers. Devan smirked to himself, began to massage gently in
answer to the bulls commanding strokes, enjoying the look of
fascination this engendered from the kid between them.
Then shorts pulled out what he had and suddenly Devan was holding a
rock in his hand. The bull looked like Christmas had come early,
began masturbating vigorously, glans swelling a fat, straining
purple. Devan’s own orgasm was starting to rise but he held it in
check, keeping his rhythm calm about the thick rod of his own
arousal. Next to him shorts was licking his fingers, playing them
about the rim of his own glans, below it, leaving a trace of saliva
that made the distended skin of his shaft glisten.
Bull came, hips jerking in three quick thrusts as his load shot onto
the porcelain before him. Devan almost laughed at the ruddy
satisfaction on his face. They made eye contact before the other man
zipped up, leaving them to it.
of privacy I think.
He squeezed up the length of his shaft, enjoying the delicious
vibration this produced. A bead of precum emerged, and he captured it
with a finger, bringing it to his lips. Took a chance and reached
across to touch the throbbing monstrosity now in the kid’s hands.
Their eyes met, and Devan stepped back, stuffing himself back in and
walking out. Headed across to the cubicles, pushing doors until he
found one free. Glanced over his shoulder to check his quarry was
on queue. Looking slightly
unsure. Devan gestured him in ahead, closed the door behind them and
locked it. Turned to find the guy stood there uncertainly.
He pulled out his own cock, fingers massaging as he smiled
encouragement. Shorts took the cue, followed suit, tentative smile of
his own touching lips like cherries in cream. Pushed the shock of his
hair back and opened his mouth as Devan stepped in for a kiss. Lost
himself for a while in warm, wet darkness.
Came up for air with their hands on each other’s erections, shorts’
soft fingers insistent as they worked his foreskin, pulling fire out
through his belly into his loins.
A staying hand paused those fingers in their work. Shorts shot him a
questioning look of concern, but Devan grinned, knelt (despite his
better judgement) on the damp floor to swallow glans, shaft, throat
working as he took him in up to the balls, lips kissing scrotum.
Surprised gasps were accompanied by bucking hips, so he worked it for
a few moments before pulling back, inhaling gustily round a grin as
he looked up into wide eyes.
Shorts nodded, fingers reaching up beneath his top towards his
nipples, exposing a washboard stomach and that classic v of muscle
above the groin. Devan grinned, working his tongue to produce more
saliva before taking it in again, slowly this time, savouring the
sensation of pliant thickness turning hard and immobile as it slid
down his throat. With one hand he grasped the kid’s pendulous
balls, the other going for his own throbbing length as he worked them
both towards climax.
Orgasm was explosive satisfaction. A release as fine as only
unexpected sex can be. He stood, kneading the last dregs out of his
own dick, grinning like a fool. Saw the expression mirrored in
short’s eyes. Stuffed himself back in his trousers and leant in for
a peck on the cheek before turning for the door. Glanced back to
receive a nod from shorts.
Devan nodded, surprised at the timbre of the younger man’s voice.
He’d have expected tenor rather than that slightly hollow baritone.
Winking, he made his exit, taking the steps two at a time as he heard
his train pulling in above.
home…?!” He pulled out his headphones, cocking his head and
grinning at the sudden scrabble of claws on hardwood. “Rus!”
Scooped the tiny bundle of energy up to ruffle it’s ears, grinning
at the excited yapping that ensued. “Where’s Daddy, eh? Where’s
The tiny dog barked enthusiastically, tail wagging furiously as he
attempted to burrow into the depths of Devan’s armpit. “Hey!
Seriously dude, I don’t stink that much. Come on.” He deposited
the ball of excitement back on the floor. “You need to go out?”
The dog sat abruptly, tail wagging. Yapped once.
ok then. Come on.” He strode down the entrance hall, crossing the
lounge at the far end to unlock the patio doors. A fresh bout of
yapping was followed by a swift exit onto the decking and down into
the garden proper beyond. Devan grinned, shaking his head as he
turned, leaving the door ajar as he headed for the open plan kitchen.
Deposited the bundle of his phone and headphones onto the counter as
he headed for the fridge. It’s light spilled out into the darkened
room as he surveyed the contents, torn.
Reaching in, he removed a beer, twisting the top off as he closed the
door once more. Flicked the under cabinet lights on to keep the
deepening twilight at bay. Took a long swallow from the bottle,
sighing contentedly as he leant back against the counter.
Reached across for the note pinned to the fridge. “‘Gone fishing.
Be back tomorrow.’”
Devan grinned, shaking his head. Mitchel was the epitome of the gay
bachelor, always on the lookout for the next bit of fun. The fact he
was rich and fairly well hung just compounded the situation.
really is no hope for you my friend.
Mitch was adamant that he would eventually settle down, but in his
mid forties there was little sign of that yet happening. A situation
not helped by the string of fit young men who seemed to find his
particular blend of confident charm irresistible. This, combined with
his job (he’d taken the same step as many ageing recording artists
and gone from musician to producer at his own label) meant that Devan
got the house to himself a lot of the time.
mostly… he amended, as Rus
came charging in to do a lap around the lounge before exiting once
again. The chihuahua ostensibly belonged to Mitch, but in
practicality Devan took care of him as often as not. A reality that
didn’t seem to bother the tiny canine in the slightest. It was an
arrangement that suited both men entirely. Their work and social
lives kept them busy at different times, so that they probably only
shared the living space two or three times a week.
that that’s a chore… he
considered, surveying the spacious lounge. The other advantage of
them both being on good money: their house, though out in the
suburbs, was at least twice the size of Carlton and Drew’s flat,
and that wasn’t tiny.
time for a shower. Striping off
the tee he’d been wearing he opened the washer and threw it in,
grabbing his beer as he headed for the stairs.
A couple of hours later he opened the fridge to fish out his second
beer. Dinner and the resultant dishes were done. Bletchley’s croon
had been swapped for the liquid synths of Lipid Shock on the stereo
and Rus was snoozing in his bed after his walk. Flipping the kitchen
light off, Devan skirted the breakfast bar and crossed into the
lounge, collapsing into the recliner that served them as an office
chair. The desktop sensed his presence, chirping to life with a quiet
whir of fans. He proffered his palm in the cams general direction and
the computer piped a greeting in response, light unfolding on the
monitor as he set up his key space. Lounging back he flicked the
browser icon, waiting as it cycled into being.
to see what the wider world has to say.”
The Glade forums were abuzz with the Queen’s birthday. Likewise the
coven sites. Merran had clearly jizzed all over their own VPN with
(Devan was amused to see) a variety of pics that just happened to
include Sebastian’s blond mop lurking in the background.
but not without precedence, he
mused, remembering his own introduction to the sisterhood.
He completed the expected round of validation, thumbing hearts and
stars as site appropriate. Paused to grin at a particularly saucy
comment from Swan. Offered a pointed response about thorns in
Last on the list was the art commune he frequented. Plucking the
offending snaps from his phone he flicked them across to the main
screen, finessing the order into something more pleasingly narrative
before thumbing the post button. His inbox contained responses from
two of his regular correspondents. One was thanks for a recent
critique he’d offered, the other part of an ongoing conversation
with the young poet from across the water he’d been chatting to.
The guy’s poetry was intricately beautiful, and though much of it
was quite dark there was often a glimmer of hope at its heart, like a
night sky shot threw with starlight.
worry, it’s going to be ok’ read the tagline on his profile.
Seeing it never failed to make Devan smile.
The door went. Leaning back in the chair he raised an eyebrow,
grinning at the expression on Mitch’s face as he entered the
went well then?”
Mitch grabbed a beer from the fridge, pulling a face as he dropped
his keys onto the breakfast counter.
quite what you were expecting?”
really.” Mitch took a long pull from the bottle, lips smacking in
appreciation. “Wish people wouldn’t piss about like that online.
I hate fucking time wasters.”
Devan nodded, tapped the send button on his response before closing
everything down with a casual wave. “The joys of online anonymity.”
Mitch growled. “Yeah, but that only works up until you agree to
meet someone.” Crossing to the lounge he dropped onto the couch
with a sigh of relief, glancing at the unresponsive Rus. “Hello to
you too, flea bag.”
him alone, he’s had a hard day.”
day my arse. You let him out?”
him for a walk too.”
he has been spoilt!” Mitch raised his bottle in a toast. “Thank
bother. Meant I could justify desert.”
Mitch chortled. “I was wondering why you were looking like the cat
that got the cream.”
dear, am I still smirking? He
debated schooling his features, but it was a pointless exercise round
a bloodhound like Mitch.
your day go ok?” Mitch asked.
the deal on the Santiagos place. And been speaking to Swan about
spaces for the upcoming equinox event.”
still say go with the carpark. It’s got the right sort of vibe for
what he’s intending.”
Devan nodded. “I’m inclined to agree, but you know what he’s
like. Digging his heels in to see if we cough up a better offer.”
Mitch laughed. “The joys of doing business with the ancient.” He
took a long swig, smacking his lips in satisfaction. “You get a
had to swing by a friend on the way.”
Mitch’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “That friend live on platform
fourteen by any chance?”
“I may have had to wait for the suburban...”
Mitch’s laugh was full bodied and ribald. Devan found himself
grinning along, blushing for some reason like a school boy.
at least one of us got lucky,” the other man offered, hoisting
himself to his feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
nodded. “There’s the new episodes of Rain?”
a date.” Mitch stood, leaning down to scratch behind the
chihuahua’s ears. Groaned as he straightened to head for the
stairs. “Might want to put some ear plugs in if you’re coming
much information!” Devan called after him, receiving a finger in
response as Mitch mounted the stairs. Smiling he went to put away the
A disgruntled noise drew his attention to the dog’s bed. He peered
over the counter. “I’m sorry, did I disturb someone?”
Rus snuffled low in his throat. Devan blinked, flipping to peer
across at the otherside. The canine monstrosity there cracked one
smoking green eye at him, head like a small convertible shifting on
its forepaws. He blinked back before his mind could put too much
effort into spatial reconciliation. It’d only give him a migrane.
Finishing up, Devan flipped the light out as he headed for the
Another snuffle followed him
upstairs to bed, and thoughts of what the following evening had in