Ingenious #1

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

“ F resh meat, everyone! Our man Quiggs has arrived!”

“Quiggs finally burped his eel.”

“Think you’re walking funny now? Just wait.”

“Bet you didn’t see a cut cock coming!”

“Gotta give up your ass to one of us if you wanna cut the braid!”

Quiggs blushed at the crude welcome from the actives lined up in front of their bunks. He wore his new uniform—lace-up boots, black tee, and roomy pants with deep pockets to adjust an inconvenient boner in public. The shiny black visor of his cap threw interesting shadows on his plain face. Moving slowly, he dropped a jar of grease for his sleeve and a copy of his sex slate on his assigned lower bunk. The actives jostled to get at the slate, hot glints in their eyes as they read it. Professor Hines was right in telling him it was all about the fresh meat and not the physique his first few weeks in the clinic.

Everyone greeting him had experienced the rite of passage, and they understood it was hands-off Quiggs until medical and the clinic had cleared him for sex. He had to wait three weeks before removing his sleeve, then another two weeks before he could tolerate the friction .

“In six weeks, the sensitivity will be tolerable,” Professor Hines reassured him when Quiggs feared the surgery had damaged his dick.

“I don’t want to wait six weeks to enjoy sex. What if my dick forgets?”

The professor winked. “Dicks have a formidable memory.”

Looking around the barracks, Quiggs spotted Miller coming toward him, parting the crowd. As Athletic Champion, Miller had a separate room like the one Quiggs had moved out of. As reigning Academic Champion, Quiggs was still entitled to a separate room. But not yet. He’d requested time to screen potential partners for the clinic. Especially cadets with slender cocks.

Beau clambered down from the top bunk to dance around Quiggs, trilling happily to be bunking above him again. Except for the first, Beau had spent every night of Quiggs’s hospital stay curled up on a pallet beside his bed. Beau had moved his meager belongings to the active barracks this morning.

Miller slung a beefy arm around Quiggs’s shoulder. “You’re mine now, assmunch. So tell me… how loud did you scream when you saw the doctor pick up his scalpel?”

Quiggs tapped the scar on Miller’s temple. “I didn’t fall on my face.”

Everyone laughed, Miller the loudest. He yanked Quiggs’s braid. “How long before your gravy maker’s working?”

“Five to six weeks.”

Beau wriggled up between Quiggs and Miller, chuffing displeasure at Miller’s touching.

Quiggs gave his little friend’s ear an affectionate tweak. “It’s alright, Beau. Not bad for Miller to touch me. Like I explained, remember?” He and Professor Hines had patiently explained the exciting new changes in Quiggs’s life to Beau.

Beau pulled his face into a frown. “Beau must be a good friend and share his Quiggs.”

Miller’s hand strayed to Quiggs’s ass and squeezed. “That’s right, runt. I’m first in line to share your good friend’s hole. ”

Beau shoved Miller backward onto the stone floor and pounced on his chest, growling nose to nose into his face.

The attack startled Miller. Then he yelled the bloodcurdling battle cry that preceded the rounds of tournaments he’d won the past year.

Beau cut him off by swatting the champion’s nose, then scampering up his bunk, away from Miller’s hard punch back. He hunkered with his flexible feet curled around the edge of the mattress and his sharp white teeth bared. “My friend Quiggs mounts Miller first. Make Miller waddle like a goose fed a sack of grain.”

Blood trickled from Miller’s nose. “He… will… what?”

“Shut up, Beau.” Quiggs glowered at him. Trust Beau to remember Quiggs’s drugged rambling when he couldn’t remember where he’d left his loincloth five minutes ago. Quiggs shot Miller a sheepish smile. “I don’t know where he comes up with such shit.”

“Oh, I doubt Beau made up the remark. I think Beau heard his friend Quiggs bragging.”

“He must have misheard me.” Five minutes in the active barracks, and already Beau caused trouble. Quiggs wanted simple, uncomplicated sex, and lots of it, when his sleeve came off.

Colby, apparently still Miller’s favorite, stepped between Quiggs and Miller. He dabbed at Miller’s bloody nose with a handkerchief. “No fighting. You want half-rations for a week?”

“Uh-uh. We settle this now.” Miller pointed at Beau. “Get down here, runt.”

Quiggs crossed his arms over his chest. “Um… you don’t want to settle this, Miller.”

“His attack challenged my title.”

“Let it go, Champ,” Colby pleaded. “Quiggs’s pet didn’t know what hitting you meant.”

Miller pushed Colby aside. “Doesn’t matter. He drew blood. I’m honor bound to defend my title.”

Colby spread his hands and backed away. “Sorry, Quiggs. Drawing blood is a direct challenge. It’s the code for active cadets. If Beau bunks with us, he follows the code.”

Quiggs looked at Beau. “Get down and tell Miller you’re sorry. When he hits you, don’t hit back. Let him win. We don’t want trouble. Okay?”

“No. I fight. I win, and you make Miller waddle like a goose.”

Colby grabbed Miller by the waist to hold him back. “Don’t hurt him. He’s just a dumb breed.”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

The cadets circled them, hooting.

Quiggs patted one of Beau’s knobby knees. “Aw, Beau, don’t listen to them. Say you’re really sorry and shake hands. Right, Miller? No hitting back. Just shake hands and accept he’s sorry.”

“Uh-uh. The runt broke the code.”

Beau puffed out his thin chest. “Not a runt. Wanna fight like a cadet.”

Quiggs turned to Colby. “Help out before this gets ugly.”

“Miller, if you hurt the little fellow, no blow jobs from me for a week,” Colby warned.

“No broken bones. But I’m bustin’ his ugly nose.” Miller rolled his shoulders, bouncing on his feet, ready to show off his lightning jabs. He spoke to Beau, ignoring Quiggs. “You lose this challenge, and your friend’s virgin ass is mine his first trip to the sex clinic. If I lose…” He waited for the hoots of disbelief to stop. “Well, been awhile, but Quiggs can fuck my ass.”

Quiggs straightened at the stakes. “Seriously?” His eyes rounded at Miller’s nod. “You swear?”

“On my honor. Whoever loses drops down on all fours, ass high in the clinic, and the winner fucks him raw.”

Everyone’s rapt attention on him, Quiggs blew out a long breath, then grinned. “Agreed.” He stepped out of the way. “Take him down, Beau.”

Beau leaped and wrestled a swearing Miller stomach-down on the floor. In seconds, he pinned Miller’s hands behind his back and immobilized him with a knobby knee to his spine.

The cadets counted to ten and cheered Beau the winner.

Beau jumped off Miller and danced a happy circle, his arms flapping and his knobby knees jutting with each high step.

Miller sat up, shaking his head in disbelief. “The little shit beat me.”

Quiggs drawled, “The little shit can toss a three-hundred pound buck off a flatboat into the vines if it refuses to go down the gangplank and graze. If he were a real cadet, you’d have lost your title. But a bet’s a bet. Your ass is mine, Miller.”

Miller quirked a brow. “When you squeeze your sore cock in my tight hole, we’ll see who yells louder.”

Beau trilled as the cadets hoisted him up and paraded him around the barracks.