Asymptomatic: Breeders on the Run (closed for Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

She parted her fingers and peeked down at his crotch, seeing his now fully-erect cock. Wow, it really was quite the cock, wasn't it? It had looked nice soft, but hard it was even more appealing. When was the last time she had actually seen one in-person? It had probably been about a year maybe.

In any case, it confirmed that he wasn’t lying when he said that he too was one of the hunted. It took a lot of guts to prove that sort of thing to a stranger, especially when he didn’t know what sort of person she was. For all he knew, she could plan to throw him under the bus for her own benefit. Just because one was impervious to the disease didn’t mean they were a decent person.

Valentine wasn’t that sort of person though, and she simply nodded at him, removing her hands from her eyes and turning her face to the side as she spoke, “okay… obviously you’re not lying. If you don’t have anywhere to go, you can stay at my hide-out with me until we figure something out.”

It occurred to her that now that he was hard, someone might notice them on their way back and she deliberated about what to do. She didn’t want to linger there too long in case the others came by, but she didn’t want to risk going out in public with his raging (and admittedly prominent) bulge.

“And… maybe it would be better if you took care of that before we leave. Do you uh… do you need help or are you good doing it yourself?” She asked, glancing at his face.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

While instantly relieved by her invitation to join her at whatever hide out she had, he knew she was right, he couldn’t go out in public with a bulge in his pants.

Travis also believed he saw a flash of interest in her eyes as she briefly inspected his cock, which now stiffened a bit more and twitched as the thought grew. And now, with that seed planted in his libido, it definitely would need to be dealt with.

Knowing he had a path to a more safe and secure situation than he’d accomplish running around on his own, a blanket of calm began washing over him. But at the same time, that brief hint of desire he’d perceived from her had switched on another, more confident and sometimes dark part of him that occasionally surfaced.

His hand returned to his crotch, encircling his swollen rod, inspecting the woman as she looked away. He approached, cock in hand, stopping inches from her.

“Yes, you’re going to need to help me. Can you get down on your knees, please.”

It was not a question.

 

[Poprockz]

"Oh- uh, sure," she responded in surprise, a bit taken aback by the change in demeanor. His approach had almost caused her to take a step back. Her offer hadn't been made just to be nice- she fully intended on helping him if he needed it. However, she wasn't expecting for him to immediately take her up on it with such... straightforwardness.

As requested, she sunk down to her knees and reached out for him. Valentine intended to jerk him off until he got off, though she wasn't sure what to use to catch his cum. Maybe she could take off her shoe and use one of her socks? There wasn't anything they could use in the shed, so one way or another she would have to improvise. A crusty sock wasn't ideal, but she would deal with it.

Of course she could have drank his cum, but she wasn't sure she wanted to do that with him. She barely knew the guy, so putting his dick in her mouth wasn't a first-meeting sort of thing.

Her hand wrapped around his dick and found it hot and throbbing. Hopefully she would be able to get him off fairly quickly; she hadn't done this in a while, but muscle memory was a hell of a thing. Valentine started to slowly stroke him, finding that it might it actually be better to use both hands. Her other hand joined her first, and she started to sensually wring his length. Her fingers were long and graceful, her eyes fixed on his manhood as she worked.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Pleased that she had agreed to help, Travis watched as she took hold of his cock. However, he'd instructed her to get on her knees for a reason, and a quick hand-job was not going to meet his expectations.

He was also conscious of time, wanting to get this taken care of and be on their way.

"Use your mouth," he said. "Suck it." The words sent a tingle through his brain, his desire for control growing. Without waiting for her to react, he insisted again, more urgently, "Now! Suck my cock."

 

[Poprockz]

“What?” She stopped her movements and her eyebrows furrowed. Valentines wasn’t about to be bullied into doing something by a dude she barely knew. Frankly, she felt that his sudden insistence for cock-sucking was a bit rude, especially when he hadn’t provided a good reason for her to suck rather than jerk.

“Hey, I’m a person, not a sex-bot. You can’t just bark orders rudely at me and expect me to jump to it. Now, why exactly do you want me to suck you off rather than a handjob? Either one will get you off just fine, and I’d rather use my hand.” Her tone was a bit reproachful as she frowned up at him.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

The woman’s comments triggered in him a moment of clarity. His impulsive decision to expose himself, and under the stress of the situation subsequently demand she give him a blow job, were not the best way to endear himself to someone whose help he needed.

“You’re right. That was uncalled for.”

Travis’ tone softened.

“I’ll cum faster faster if you use your mouth, but we can get this out of the way however works for you. Or we can just wait it out, and let the damn thing relax on its own.”

He sighed in frustration.

“I never thought a hard-on could be such a liability.”

He forced a smile her way. “Oh, by the way, My name’s Travis.”

 

[Poprockz]

Her shoulders visibly relaxed as he backed off a little and explained himself. His logic made sense, and she was lying if she said she wanted to just wait for it to go down. From the way he spoke, it seemed like doing a hand-job might take longer than they would like, as perhaps he was one of those guys who didn't simply bust easily.

"I'm Valentine, but you can call me Val if you want. And... I guess you're probably right. Let's just get this taken care of." With that, she shuffled her knees a little bit closer and leaned forward so she could start.

Her tongue dragged along his shaft, smooth and wet. Damn, he was really hard, wasn't he? He tasted slightly of sweat, but soon he mostly tasted of her own saliva from her hot tongue bath. All the while, she avoided his eyes. Usually she would find eye-contact during a blowjob to be pretty hot, but at this point it might end up being a bit awkward. After all, she was doing this so they could make their escape- it wasn't some hook-up where she was all hot and heavy.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Her tongue felt warm on his cock in contrast to the cool temperature in the shed. It felt good, in fact very good, and Travis was confident right away that getting off wasn’t going to take long. The woman, Val, knew what she was doing.

The tension between them now dissolved, he watched as she performed, noting that she didn’t look up to meet his gaze. That was ok; they were still strangers, after all. In the grand scheme of things, it was surprising that she was willing to help relieve his arousal by any means. “She’s a real team player,” he thought, pleased in the moment that she had agreed to partner going forward. The fact that he thought she was attractive was an added bonus.

His breath grew heavy, a quiet “mmmm” exited his lungs as his arousal grew. Travis knew he was close.

 

[Poprockz]

He seemed to be responding well to her efforts, that noise of pleasure rumbling in his chest giving her all the confirmation she needed. Blowjobs were one of those things that were hard to fuck up unless you were either a first-timer, or if the guy got too grabby and tried to shove his dick down her throat without warning.

He was taken into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him snuggly in an effort to keep things from getting too messy. It wasn't like spit was considered a particularly dirty liquid or anything, but she didn't want to have to walk around with drippings on her shirt if possible. With that in mind, she bobbed sensually on his thick rod, the heat of his erection only matched by that of her own mouth. Admittedly it felt a bit erotic having his meat grinding against her spongy tongue on the inside of her mouth, smearing his precum on every pass.

Would one say she was a slut for being so willing to acquiesce once he had made his argument, or was this just survival? She wasn't sure, but she could feel her own panties starting to get slightly moist as she knelt before him and serviced him.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

He was right, it didn't take her long to bring him to his summit. As Travis' arousal crossed that primal point of no return, tunnel vision filled his conscience with awareness of only his cock, her mouth and the pleasure from the two combined.

Quietly moaning, his body stiffened, he reflexively leaned forward and closed his eyes, allowing the moment to overtake him.

 

[Poprockz]

She quickened her movements, sensing that his climax was soon approaching. They couldn't risk leaving any traces so she was resolved to swallow every drop of cum that came her way.

Very briefly, she pulled off of him and continued stroking him while she let him know, "don't worry, you can cum in my mouth." Immediately afterwards, her mouth latched back onto him and sucked with renewed purpose.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

He heard Val’s words as he orgasmed, but didn’t quite comprehend them in the moment, his mind hyper focused on his cock pulsing into her mouth and the waves of pleasure rolling through him.

As he returned to the present, her comments suddenly hit home. If she hadn't colllected his cum in her mouth, it would be somewhere else, on her clothes, or on the floor, where it would serve as evidence of his status as a breeder. They didnt' need that problem and Travis realized that her quick thinking, if it wasn't her plan all along, had prevented a potential problem.

"Thank you... for doing that. uh... I mean helping me, and for not letting me make a mess all over the place."

He offered a smile, one that he hoped conveyed gratitude rather than satisfaction, although he was feeling plenty of the latter at the moment.

 

[Poprockz]

Every spurt of cum was swallowed dutifully, the woman waiting until the last twitch of his cock before pulling off of him. Because of her efforts everything was working out quite well, thankfully. Now they could go back to her hideout and plot their next move, and perhaps she could find out more about him and his story.

"You're welcome," she replied with her own polite smile and nod. Things were still mostly business with him, being that they were still strangers. Well, strangers who had shared a blowjob in a tucked-away shed.

"Now, we should probably head out. Follow me and I'll lead you to where I've been hiding. It's pretty safe as long as you're careful, so I think we'll be okay there for a while." With that, she opened the door slowly and cautiously, casting a wary look around before gesturing for him to follow her. Valentine then made a quick bee-line to her "haunted house" and showing him the hidden entrance.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis struggled to stuff his still deflating equipment back into his trousers, zipped up and mentally readied himself for the next step in their journey and wherever she was planning to lead him.

He had watched deliriously as Val had drank down every drop he delivered into her mouth. While he knew she'd really done them a solid, which he appreciated greatly, he also found this attractive stranger appealing. If he was going to gain a partner, he could have done much worse. He felt better about his prospects in that context.

Back outdoors and in the open, they moved swiftly, but not urgently, so as to not attract attention to themselves. Travis walked side by side with her, shoulders not quite touching in an attempt to appear like a normal couple out walking. He sensed a measure of energy in her demeaner, a silent confidence in her actions.

As she demonstrated the hidden entrance to her hideout, he shrugged his shoulders and followed her, thinking that while unoccupied, her hideout looked long abandoned and who knew how unsafe it might be inside.

As they dissappeared, they didn't notice the red compact car that had been tailing them from a distance away. Caroline, alone in the car without her collaborator, stopped at the intersection closest to where Travis, and whoever that girl was that was now with him, had turned the corner.

She dialed her phone.

"Will, its me. I think I have a general idea where he might be. But he's got a girl with him now. No, I don't know who she is." She paused. "No, I told you. I've never seen her before."

"We've got to rethink how we can round him up. Maybe she's a breeder. I'll meet you back at the store and lets regroup with a new plan."

 

[Poprockz]

"Welcome to my humble abode..." Valentine chuckled dryly, opening her arms to gesture to the room around them. Surprisingly, it was quite clean despite being derelict for a long time. She had made an effort to make sure that the floor, walls, and such were clean and dry. So while it still wasn't the most comfortable or aesthetically pleasing place, it wasn't disgusting or unlivable. There was a shelf of food and water, a queen-sized air-mattress on a pad to prevent splinters. It had pillows and blankets and such, though she hadn't bothered to make the bed seeing as she hadn't been expecting company.

There was a small side-ways turned spool that made for a cute little table. A leftover can of beans sat atop it with a spoon sitting in it and a can opener to its side. Near the food there was also a small cubby for practical supplies like batteries, pads, fire-starters, playing cards, alcohol, a first-aid kit, and hand sanitizer. She had even found that the place had a toilet in the next room over. The handle didn't work, but one could flush it by holding the handle down and pouring water into it.

"Sorry about the mess... I guess I wasn't expecting guests." He was given a wry smile before she headed for the food. Truth be told, she was a bit peckish.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis took note of everything she’d had done with the space. It was way more than he’d expected.

“Very homey.” Travis said. “You’ve really planned this out. I’d never have expected this setup inside this place.”

He couldn’t suppress his enthusiasm. “Cool!”

He then stared momentarily at the air mattress, the only sleeping surface in sight, and wondered silently if they’d be sharing it.

Pushing the thought aside, he removed his backpack. “Let me show you what I’ve got.” He unpacked the limited things he’d managed to hurriedly assemble back at Caroline’s place, realizing as he did how meager it all appeared in comparison to Val’s well organized assortment.

He laid out his clothes, obviously not for thier mutual benefit, two pocketknives, one of which was of the swiss army sort, his 5G computer tablet, his wallet containing two bank cards and some cash, a business card bearing a gold printed logo, which he handed to Val. "This is my uncle. He's a big wig in some kind of government thing. I don't know really what he does but I just grabbed it. You never know."

As Travis' reached into his backpack for the last time, he paused and made eye contact with her. Fear smeared across his face, he removed a small handgun, holding it with his palm open as if it was a sleeping snake. "This was my girlfriend's. I took it when I ran away yesterday."

He offered it to Val. "Can you put it somewhere?... I'd rather not... uh... hold it."

 

[Poprockz]

At first sight of the gun, she stiffened. Valentine reached out and carefully took it from him, making sure that the safety was on. She had a sober look of seriousness on her face. She didn't have a gun with her, nor had she planned on obtaining one. Guns had their uses, but the finality of them unsettled her. With a single pull of a finger and good aim, one could either end a life or permanently injure a person.

The thing about weapons like this too was that if one didn't know how to use them or wasn't careful, it could end up being a detriment as well. If an attacker wrestled the gun away, then you ended up being at the mercy of your assailant.

Moving over to the shelves, she carefully put it down near the cereal. It occurred to her that he could have used it to force himself on her, or to force her out of the house so he could have all of her supplies and such. Instead, he had relinquished it to her... It was a display of trust and vulnerability that definitely improved her opinion of him.

He was given a genuine smile as she went back over to him and sat down. "We'll keep it on the shelves for now, and hopefully we'll never have reason to use it. But um... you said it was your girlfriend's? Wasn't she the one chasing you? How did that end up happening?"

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis sighed and stared downward for a moment. The sequence of events since seeing his parents the day before had come at him fast and unexpected. Gathering his thoughts to tell her his story was like watching fence posts fly by while driving down the highway. It was a blur, but the worst kind.

He looked into the eyes of this confident and helpful stranger, which she really still was, despite the blowjob, and recounted his situation.

He explained the months taking refuge at Caroline’s house. While his meeting with his parents felt personal, he mentioned this briefly as the impetus for him finding out about her plans to peddle him off and her collusion with the guy named Will. The rest was known to her as the pursuit in the wooded park brought them together.

He concluded his story with sincere gratitude, “So thank you… for bringing me here. You seem to have good instincts for all this … uh, mess.”

“So what about you? What’s your story?”

———————————-

Meanwhile, Caroline and her friend Will returned to her house. Brooding and pacing, she complained about everything that came to her, the unexpected arrival of Travis’ parents, Will’s inability to capture him in the park, and the arrival of a new player in the woman they saw.

“We’re just going to have to start scouting the area where I saw them. We’ll have to be more careful, and discrete as we do. With two of them together the odds are not as much in our favor. “

Will just sat and listened, awaiting some instructions from her as she ranted.

“Let’s start out this evening. If they’re smart, they’ll try to avoid time out in the daylight if they can avoid it.”

 

[Poprockz]

She had listened quietly to his story. It was disappointing but not unexpected to hear about his girlfriend betraying him. After all, she herself had been betrayed by a good friend. Money and jealousy did terrible things to people sometimes, to the point where some could become unrecognizable.

"You're welcome... We're in similar boats with the whole human sex trafficking thing." There was a sober pause. She hadn't yet used those specific words, but it fit the situation more than she would like to admit. People were being kidnapped, bought, and sold like cattle for the express purpose of being forced to have sex. If that wasn't trafficking, then she didn't know what was.

Valentine went on to describe her own time these past several months, stocking up on supplies and squirreling them away to the hide-out when she could. He was spared the details of how she had used towels for pads, merely telling him that her friend had rummaged through her things and discovered something incriminating.

"So... My plan is to use one of the burner phones to call my family, see if they have any suggestions, then see where things go." There was a sigh, "do you need to use one of the phones to contact someone?"

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis thought about her offer. Since Caroline had referenced his parents in her text exchange with her accomplice, she would likely look for him there at some point. That made home a risk. Plus he’d previously been out of contact with them for months so this didn’t seem any different.

“No. There’s nobody I need to call.”

As he said it, he thought he sounded a bit pathetic; like a poor lonely guy with no one to call. He sat a little straighter in attempt to appear more self assured. In reality, he felt more confident now, being in Valentine’s company.

“So now what should we do?” He asked.

 

[Poprockz]

He didn't have anyone he needed to call? She wasn't sure if he was on bad terms with his family or whether he simply didn't want to put them in any danger. That was his own business though, she thought to herself.

"Well, since they're going to be combing the area, I think we need to stay in here for about a day before we go out again. That means staying in the rest of the day, then not going out until tomorrow evening if we have to. Honestly, I'd like to hunker down for a week to make them question whether we're still around these parts, but I'm not sure if that's going to be possible. It might be wiser to try to move out of the area more quickly, or at least make contact with someone who can make fake ID's and such. I've heard of someone who can do that, so I want to see if they'd be willing to help. It's a risk but... what else can we do, right?" She shrugged, walking over to the shelf and taking a pack of cards from it.

Valentine then grabbed a cardboard box and used it as a table, shuffling the cards and starting to deal them to each of them. "Do you know how to play poker?"

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis listened carefully to every word she said, in a subconcious bow to her organizational skill and authority. He hadn't thought about securing new identities, another great idea and further evidence of her street smarts and natural leadership in their current situation.

But then she said "poker", and his attention perked up.

Val would have had no way of knowing that he'd financed a chunk of his college education at regional poker tournaments. He'd always kept things low key and win totals below anything obvious, while playing most weekends whenever tuition bills were looming. He didn't want to attract attention to himself ending up with his name published somewhere and his friends thinking he was a novelty to be exploited.

His answer came as a reflex. "Sure. We can play poker." His voice calmer, steadier.

Just as quickly he wondered if it was really such a great idea. While he enjoyed and excelled at the game, the thought of an evening, or several evenings, spent playing poker with someone less skilled than he wouldn't be all that fun.

While he was committed at this point, he couldn't help but let his competetive history drift to the notion of winning... at poker.

"What would we play for?" He asked. "We're pooling our money so wagering our cash would be pointless. Same for the food stocks and everything else we have with us."

His next statement rolled off his tongue as a rerun from his college days. "We could wager articles of clothing; just to make things entertaining." Then to add a measure of familiarity, "Afterall, you've already seen what I've got going on down there."

 

[Poprockz]

A skeptical eyebrow was raised at him before she considered his proposal.

So he wanted to play strip poker, huh? Her eyes glanced at the shelf of food and such. He was right when he said that there wasn’t much else they could wager. Well, technically they could wager money or food, but since it was all going back to the shared resource stash, it would make things pretty meaningless. Poker was one of those games where the thrill of obtaining something was part of the game itself, so they had to wager something.

It also gave her the impression that he wanted to see her without clothes. Did he find her attractive? Maybe he was trying to figure that out. It was flattering, and she couldn’t deny that he wasn’t bad-looking himself.

She slowly nodded, having made a decision. “Okay… let’s include a rule though that instead of taking off clothes, you can choose to do a truth or dare if you want, but that the person who won gets to decide which it is.” That might keep things interesting and keep the game going longer than it would have otherwise gone. They had a lot of time to kill, after all.

She hadn’t won any competitions, but she was pretty good at the game casually.

 

[bestkeptsecret678]

Travis had to think a moment about her rule addition, but quickly understood where she was going with it. It seemed interesting as a new twist. Plus, now that this ball was rolling, he was interested even more in his new and attractive partner.

“Ok, sure! Deal ‘em out. Here’s my opening wager.”

He removed one shoe and placed it between them, unable to conceal a smile. The prospect of undressing her was a welcome thought, and a needed escape from the stress that had surrounded him.

“What’s your wager?”

 

[Poprockz]

She chuckled and replied, "my wager is my sweatshirt, but I'm not taking it off unless I lose."

With that, she shuffled the deck a few times before dealing each of their 2-card hands and setting the deck between them. "Would you like the honors of laying out the three cards?" Valentine glanced down at her cards and kept a neutral face, but she wasn't very happy with what she had. A five of hearts and a three of spades... that didn't bode well for her unless the cards revealed might help her in some way.