Tales From Beyond the Gutter

Tales From Beyond The Speakeasy

     That smell. Its special smell. There can be no mistake, Vrengda knows he's here. His walk with Bianka and Joosh has been cut to a halt suddenly as he jerks to the left to follow the smell. His pace picks up. He's going so fast his breath is starting to fog up his mask, breathing very heavily. He breaks out into a run, knowing he's getting closer, wanting nothing but to have that special sauce in his mouth. Blood rushing, mouth foaming, head spinning, he sees his target in the distance and breaks into a sprint. It's Mr. Gutter. The smell fills his senses, overwhelming him as his eyes water at the sight of that talented chef. He comes to a halt, his calm composure wafting over him, "Sup, got burgers?" Vrengda stares up at his favorite cook in the whole world, the one man who makes 1 credit burgers on his home planet. 

    "Uh, no. I don't got burgers" Mr. Gutter looks down at his masked friend, stone faced and awesome as always. Vrengda's hopes, dreams, life even, have been ruined. He loves how the chef in front of him uses his muscular hands to handle meat, the way he does it is like no other. "Aw man, ok." Vrengda's disappointment is immeasurable, his heart aches for the warm embrace of Gutters meat. He has gone so long without it, its only a matter of time before he cant take it anymore, the longing. "Can you make some?" His pupils widen under the mask, heart fluttering at the thought. "Yea sure, ill just need a kitchen first. My last job kind of uh.... they're all dead now. Thanks to these fellas" Mr. Gutter gestures to Chuck and Aran, who have been standing there the whole time. "We were in this speakeasy and big man got roped up in some gangster spaghetti. That's a metaphor for gangster stuff" The aforementioned big man stands with a thumbs up, cheery as usual. The cyborg seems unfazed by what happened, despite a building burning behind them. Vrengda shrugs his shoulders, "Well Mr. Gutter, lets go find you a kitchen." The chef stands in front of a fridge, the kitchen they ended up going to was on their spaceship. As Mr. Gutter and Vrengda got busy in the kitchen, the two robotic boys decided to retreat to the cyborgs room.

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     Once inside, the cyborg falls onto his bed with a big huff, "You know chuck, today was averagely eventful but I feel exhausted, maybe my body isn't used to the cold in that freezer or something. Or maybe its because of that table I fell on top of from the vents. But at least I looked cool doing it, right?" Chuck nods, seeming a little different now that they were alone, away from Mr. Gutter and main character Vrengda. Aran doesn't seem to notice at first as he keeps talking, the big robot tends to only chime in when he really has something to say, preferring to observe. Chuck stands as he usually does, practically unmoving with an unblinking stare. After awhile, he moves closer to the half-metal man. His eight foot frame looms over Aran, thighs touching the edge of the bed where he lay. "Aran. I need to talk to you about something," Chucks voice serious and deep, Aran can tell his demeanor has changed. The cyborg sits up and realizes how close chuck is and blushes softly. "I have been deceiving you. I feel like you deserve to know it by now," his eye-light changes to be a dark pink, not red but still quite strong in hue. Complex colors like this typically don't come from Chuck, so the cyborg is shocked at this new development and how close it is to red. "I... I have these feelings I cannot explain. Its strong, pulsing, almost raging. These thoughts I have when I look at you... They tell me to crush you with my arms as if I were to hurt you, but its not what I want. It is purely because these emotions are so intense. I think about the times we spend together and all the things we've done, especially in those more private moments. The alleyway, the cockpit, those moments. I cannot explain why I feel this way, and I'm scared I might do something to you. Please forgive me, and if you grant me such forgiveness, tell me how to fix myself."

     Aran looks at the larger man in shock, he knew chuck was still developing complex emotions but he didn't know the extent. To him, this sounds like Chuck has finally fully developed both love, and his love for the cyborg he's speaking to, but just doesn't understand that this is part of what love feels like. "I.... I forgive you. But not because of the reason you asked. I understand that you're confused and scared, but you aren't gonna hurt me. I trust you for a reason, I... I love you for a reason. It sounds like you love me too. The things you're feeling are just intense and... I think I know how I can help you." He squeeze's chucks hands tight, and kisses the side of his face the best he can. He lets go of Chucks hands and hugs him tightly before remembering that robots cant feel pressure before softening his grip. Chuck hugs back immediately and pulls his head close, emotion rushing through Aran. The two men stay like this for some time before Aran tries to pull away and is not let go of. "Chuck. We can do more things than just hug. Y-You said before that your feelings get very intense when you think about uh.. the private moments we had. If you want to, w-we can do more things along those lines," He shyly looks up with anticipation and patience, just because they've done things together before does not mean Chuck would want to do it now. "What do you propose we do? Will we do what we did last time?" Chuck replied, unmoving as before. Aran's face went tomato red at his first thought, going all the way. He looked away sheepishly, embarrassed at first, then deciding that now would probably be a good time since the others on the ship were all busy or distracted. "I uh, know exactly what we should do."

     Aran laid back, took off his pants, and wrapped his legs around the larger mans thighs. He looked up at him with the ember of lust in his eye, starting to burn just thinking about what was about to happen. Chuck, having learned a lot since the last time they pleasured each other, got to work on getting his partner hard. His hand moves to rub Aran's member, a soft whimper escaping the smaller man. The large cold hand would have been a shock if not for the boxers in the way, but being so long since he had last been touched by someone else that his body would be okay with anything. As he grows harder, chucks other hand reaches underneath him to touch Aran's rear, grasping it softly and making the man moan. The cyborgs back arches slightly as pleasure increases immensely from having gotten fully hard, and Chuck stroking it to find a rhythm that he enjoys. His face turns tomato red. Aran looks up at the mechanical man and finds him staring intently at his face, which makes him greatly more embarrassed. He quickly looks away and moves his arm to cover his face slightly, and Chuck takes this chance to lift up the cyborgs shirt up to his arms. His chest now revealed, he whimpers at the sudden action and the surprising dominance of his robot partner. Aran takes some slight initiative and removes the rest of his shirt. Chucks focus returns to the stiff member in his hand, moving it away to remove Aran's boxers as well. Seeing the naked man in front of him, he unsheathes his own erection, and reaches for the container next to the bed for the lube.

     "How do you know where I keep my lube? We've never used to before together," Aran says, sitting up a bit confused. Chuck, lube in hand, turns back to his partner, "I have walked in on you several times in the midst of using it, you always rush to hide it in there." Aran's face turns tomato red, remembering those embarrassing times, "O-Oh... right... heheh... yea.."  Chuck gently places a hand on Arans shoulder, lowering him slowly to be laying down again. After doing so grabs his hips and flips him around onto his stomach, making Aran gasp in surprise. The cap of the lube is opened, and a good amount is poured onto one of Chucks fingers. "Apologies for the coldness in advance, as well for how large my fingers are. Please try to relax." Aran's thoughts began to race, it had been so long since he had something in him like this, and never have they been this large nor hard. His nervousness makes it difficult to relax, not helped by the cold that just made its way to his entrance that makes him tense up even more. Chuck takes his freehand and starts softly rubbing Aran's thighs to help him relax, occasionally moving his hand under the man to rub his member. The half-metal man now fully relaxed and full of pleasure, he spreads his legs a tiny bit to make it easier for chuck to see what he's doing, "I-I think I'm ready now." The un-lubed hand moves a cheek to the side as the other places a finger at the entrance, very slowly moving in. Its been so long that he is quite tight, but the pleasure and the slow speed causing minimal pain makes Aran start moaning incessantly. After many minutes of stretching with quite the large finger, he is finally stretched to an adequate amount.

     The mechanical man positions himself behind Aran, moving the smaller mans knees up so that he can actually reach where he needs to, making him squeak in surprise. "You are ready. Is there anything in particular you would like before we start?" Chuck watches as Aran crumples up a bit, before the cyborg says, 

"C-Could I put on a collar? I know its kinda wei-"
"Ok, I'll grab it from over here."
"...O-Oh. Okay this works out."

     Chuck goes over to the container again and grabs a leather leash with a metal chain on it, and puts it on his partner. Aran's metaphorical tail starts wagging in excitement, making his hips sway slightly, luring chuck back in. The larger man readies himself against the entrance, and the smaller prepares for the trip of a lifetime. A moan escapes Aran as Chuck slides in, the leash being tugged at making the cyborgs dick twitch from the immense pleasure. The robotic man starts slow because of his size, but quickly picks up his pace. Aran's prostate being constantly rubbed against makes the man lose himself in the sheets, moaning so much he starts to drool. This is a feeling he had never felt before, to a degree he didn't know was possible. He couldn't get enough. If Chuck stopped, he would do literally anything to get them back to how they were. The feeling of this eight inch, super wide dick inside him, pounding into his small hole was enough to make him feel like he was about to cum, but he did everything in his power to hold it in just to enjoy this feeling as long as he could. Time slowed as Aran felt like he had been here for an eternity already, but Chuck showed no signs of stopping nor slowing down any time soon. Chucks free hand slid down to grab the mans hip and guide him along the movements, shaking the bed even more in the process. 

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     Vrengda stands in the kitchen, plate full'a burgs. His masked face looks gratefully at Mr. Gutter who had made such burgs, sensing his appreciation. "Well I hope you enjoy those kid, cause I gotta head out. It's almost ten o'clock New Xenon time so my show is about to come on. The radio show I listen to. About burgs. Anyways, see ya later and don't forget to share those with your.... Friends? Eh I don't care to much, bye!" Vrengda watched the burly man leave, wishing he had stayed but a moment more, but alas it is fate for them to be separated once again. Maybe there will be a day where Vrengda wont have to wonder where Mr. Gutter is out in that wide galaxy of theirs, and that they'd always be together in his diner. Until that day comes, he will continue to share his blessings with those around him. He heads out to each of the residents rooms on the ship, leaving Aran for last as his is at the end of the hallway, naturally skipping Chucks room as he cannot eat, nor does he really go in there. He grows closer and closer to the room, the anticipation of eating his own burger floods his body with adrenaline, this great feeling overwhelming all thought and consuming his entire being. He sees the door drawing closer, his breathing picks up. This knot in his stomach starts to form as hes just a couple steps away when-

"I-I'M cUMmING!! F-fUCKK ChUCk AAH!!~~~"

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He isn't hungry anymore.