29. Zero
29
ZERO
Z ero’s debrief with Chase left more questions than answers. The only new information they had discovered was that the doctor had been given a briefcase by an unknown man in a brown leather jacket. Jared was able to confirm that the doc did arrive home carrying that same suitcase, so at least they knew that the case hadn’t been passed off. Whatever was inside it, the doctor needed.
When their discussion ended, Chase advised that he was going to call his boss, Marc, and run the situation by him. Perhaps he had some insight or suggestions that might help them with their case.
Other than the party this coming weekend, the team had no new evidence or information that might indicate whether the doc was an evil man or just an odd scientist.
Zero hated the fact that he had not been able to find any evidence to support their suspicions. Multiple victims all claimed the same type of scenario, but none of them were coherent enough to provide any concrete, solid information. There were too many similarities amongst their accounts for Chase and his boss to turn a blind eye.
All victims, both male and female, were junkies—high as fuck for anything that they said to be taken seriously by the authorities. They all claimed that they went to a party, all woke up with no memory, and all had signs indicating a struggle.
The police treated each case as a separate incident as there was no physical evidence connecting them—or, more likely, they just didn’t care. But Marc and Chase had seen the connections; all victims were of a particular type—junkies. This helped to ensure no one would believe a word they said… possibly. While each victim was found in a different location, none of them had any memory of what happened or how they got there. Then there was the physical evidence; all victims were found covered in cuts and bruises, barefoot, muddy, and bleeding. It wasn’t signs of an attempted murder, more so, evidence of a struggle, a fight, possibly an escape attempt from their captor. Who knew?
Marc and Chase also had something the police did not—Edwin’s journal. To some, it was known as the Book of Sin . In it were the suspicions of a man they could not trust. Hidden within the journal were truths and lies, details of horrors and accusations that Zero and his team were desperately trying to decipher.
Was the doctor abducting random junkies? Were these victims all survivors of some deranged plot the doctor set in motion?
All of these questions frustrated Zero. He would never forgive himself if someone else got hurt because he was too stupid to connect the dots.
No. The authorities did not believe a word the victims said. They took their statements, got them medical treatment for their wounds, and then tossed them back onto the streets as an inconvenience to their evenings and a waste of time.
Once Zero was done discussing the next steps with Chase, Zero went back upstairs to his bedroom. When he pulled open the door, Diesel was passed out on his bed, arm thrown over his eyes, legs spread out like he owned the whole fucking thing.
Zero smiled. These were some of the rare moments when Diesel actually looked and acted like a decent human being. The rest of the time, he looked and acted like a fucking asshole.
Yeah, but that’s all just a defense mechanism. You’ve seen how he behaves when he’s around the people he cares about, like Jared and Isaac and all the other guys from the club. Even Chase , he assumed.
Not wanting to wake Diesel, Zero silently slipped across the room and grabbed a towel to take a quick shower before bed.
Twenty minutes later, dripping wet and in nothing but a towel, Zero slipped back into his bedroom. He contemplated taking Diesel’s bed, considering his was currently occupied by a slumbering stoner and his creepy-ass demon tattoo. But hey, why should he have to sleep in sheets that were probably covered in potato chips and dried cum, when his sheets were perfectly clean and fresh smelling.
That, and he secretly hoped that Diesel Jr. might wake up demanding attention and wanting to paint his insides. It had been a couple of weeks since Zero had been fucked, and he was dying to get dicked down by that monster cock of Diesel’s.
He could only imagine the depth and stretch that thing would inflict.
Standing next to the bed, he watched Diesel sleep. He was still wearing his joggers but had removed his shirt at some point during the past twenty minutes when he was in the shower.
Zero watched as the man’s chest rose and fell, relaxed and deep in his dreams. Damn, the boy looked so cute, just lying there all vulnerable and peaceful. He really was sweet when his mouth wasn’t open and offending the world.
As he stood there, being the creeper that he was, Zero got the unnerving sensation that he was being watched. His gaze flickered up to Diesel’s face, whose eyes were still closed and unmoving. Then, against his better judgment, Zero’s eyes moved lower. They slid down Diesel’s neck and across his smooth, lean chest until they landed on Satan’s little minion.
“Fuck you, Bruno,” Zero whispered at the creepy little demon’s face. “I hated you in that kids’ movie, and I hate you now on Diesel’s chest.” Zero stood there for a moment, giving the judging demon the evil eye. He swore the damn thing smiled back at him.
Diesel let out a groan, then shifted in bed.
Zero watched as the material on Diesel’s joggers began to rise. God bless morning wood and uncontrollable boners!
Doing a silent prayer to the gay sex gods, Zero dropped his towel onto the floor and slid naked onto his bed.
Diesel let out another moan as his legs slid open even further, and his dick rose another inch. Fuck, there was nothing more delicious than watching a sexy man pop a boner. Seeing that thick piece of meat expand and grow until it reaches its full potential. And then watching it bob up and down, demanding attention.
So. Fucking. Hot.
Propping himself up on his elbow next to his slumbering fuck buddy—is that what they were now?—he lowered his other hand onto Diesel’s hard cock and gave it a nice firm squeeze over the material.
“Mmm.” Diesel groaned, and his body shifted as he slowly left the dream world. “Mmm, that feels nice.”
Zero glanced up at Diesel, whose eyes were still closed, but his lips were slightly parted. He released his dick, loving the heavy thump Diesel’s cock made as it fell against his stomach. That thing really could be used as a weapon. Talk about being beaten to death by a thick piece of meat—fuck, talk about a sexy way to die.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Zero slid his hand under Diesel’s waistband and took hold of his massive shaft.
Fuck, the man’s dick was hot and solid. He was amazed that the guy hadn’t passed out, considering how much blood must be sitting in the man’s cock that very moment.
“Thought you’d be back sooner.” Diesel moaned, his eyes still closed but clearly enjoying the late-night hand job.
Little did Diesel know, but in about two minutes, that glorious hard-on was going to be buried balls deep inside his fucking hole.
“Had to shower and get ready…” He let his words drift off.
Diesel’s soft brown eyes slid open when Zero didn’t finish his sentence.
Turning, Zero reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom—a magnum, of course—and a bottle of lube.
“Hmm, looks like someone is horny,” Diesel said, giving him a cocky smirk.
There was a hunger in his gaze.
He was suddenly glad that he’d stretched himself out in the shower. He didn’t want to waste time prepping and stretching himself out, delaying the pleasure of that hungry look staring back at him. Nope. He was well stretched and ready to hop on the man’s dick and take the ride of his life.
“Shut up and lie there,” Zero ordered, pulling down the man’s joggers so that they were coiled around his thighs.
Using his teeth, he ripped open the condom and spit the foil onto the bed. He didn’t have time for pleasantries and proper etiquette. He needed that dick buried deep inside him, stretching his hole and pounding his prostate.
“Wow, someone’s bossy.” Diesel chuckled, not making any attempt to move.
Ignoring the sarcastic comment, Zero rolled the condom down the thick length of his shaft and wondered how he was ever going to fit all of that meat inside his tight little hole. He’d been fucked by large dicks before, but Diesel’s was in a whole other category of his own.
Grabbing the lube, he applied a generous amount to Diesel’s cock, before applying the same to his hole.
He was both excited and terrified.
Excited at getting his ass pounded and his prostate assaulted, but also terrified that the damn thing wouldn’t fit and then he would have to listen to endless jokes about how Diesel was too much man for him, and how his cock was a god and only the lucky few were able to enjoy its presence.
Fuck that noise.
He was going to take every last inch of that monster and make Diesel beg to bust a nut in his magical, powerful hole.
Taking a deep breath, he threw his leg over Diesel’s torso and lined Diesel’s throbbing piece of meat up with his hole.
“Ah, you may want to—” Diesel began but threw his head back in pleasure when his cock began to slide into Zero’s tight heat.
“I told you to shut up and lie there.” Zero huffed. He grimaced as he concentrated on opening himself up and welcoming every inch of Diesel’s legendary manhood.
Fuck, the stretch and resistance were like nothing he had ever felt before. This was another reason why it was important to stretch out beforehand because this sting was next-level bullshit.
Christ, he had never had a dick this big in his ass before.
It felt fucking amazing.
Hurt like a bitch but felt fucking amazing.
Then it happened. The head of Diesel’s cock brushed up against his prostate.
Holy. Fucking. Hell!
He sat there for a moment, eyes closed, his ass resting on Diesel’s thighs, and his hole stretched to its limits.
He needed a minute.
Was this what it felt like to fuck yourself to death? If so, he would die a very happy man.
Big, rough hands gripped both of Zero’s ass cheeks, bringing him back to the present. Zero’s eyes slid open and landed on the heated eyes lying beneath him.
Slowly, Zero began moving his hips, loving the feel of Diesel’s giant cock sliding in and out of his once-tight hole. Fuck, he felt so full and stretched out.
“God, your ass feels so tight.” Diesel moaned, staring up at him like he was a juicy steak waiting to be devoured.
That heated look went straight to his dick.
“Shh. Daddy’s going to show you how to ride dick.” And with those heated words, Zero began the ride of his life.
Hands pressed against Diesel’s chest, Zero thrust his ass down on his cock, loving the way Diesel’s mouth gaped open at the tightness around his cock. Eyes locked together, he began building up speed.
Panting. Groaning. Zero worked his hips, loving the deliciously sinful sounds escaping Diesel’s lips.
Beneath him, Diesel gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of Zero’s ass cheeks.
Why was great sex always so violent and carnal?
“Fuck. I love that dick.” Zero gasped, throwing his head back as flashes of light danced across his eyes with each powerful stroke against his prostate.
Jesus Christ, the man’s cock was amazing.
“Holy. Fuck.” Diesel panted, spreading his ass cheeks apart as far as they would go. “I… gonna…”
The man looked like he was in pain, trying to hold back his orgasm. Zero was glad Diesel was about to come. He wasn’t sure just how much more his poor ass could take.
“Do it. Come for me,” Zero ordered, picking up speed, then wishing he hadn’t the moment Diesel’s cock thrust up against his prostate. “Fuck!” he screamed, unable to stop the load shooting out of his cock. It was the first time he had ever come without touching his cock.
Beneath him, Diesel let out a feral growl as he snapped his hips upward, unloading his seed into the condom.
Gasping for air, Zero flopped down against Diesel’s chest. Panting and exhausted, he tried to get his breathing back under control.
“Holy. Hell. That was one fucking magical ass, dude.” Diesel huffed into Zero’s ear.
Zero couldn’t help but chuckle.
He lifted his head slightly. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when it’s filled with porn star dick.”
Now it was Diesel’s turn to chuckle. It was such a beautiful sound.
Shifting his body, Zero stared down into the hooded eyes of the man who had just fucked his brains out. He looked so gorgeous smiling.
Eyes on each other, he leaned forward, locking their lips in a heated, passionate kiss. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but in that moment, he needed to be close to Diesel. He needed to feel his rough lips, taste his magic tongue, and feel his lean body pressed against him.
To Zero’s surprise, Diesel wrapped his arms around his back and pulled him closer into his body.
A desperate moan escaped Zero’s lips.
God, this felt perfect.
They continued to make out for the next forty-five minutes, clawing at each other’s bodies, lips never leaving one another’s, until Diesel finally rolled them over and began sucking Zero’s dick.
It didn’t take Zero long before he was spilling his seed down Diesel’s throat as well.
Fuck, the man had mad bedroom skills.