Flight 12

Flight 12 – a serial novel by Travis Creel

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: INTO THE WOODS

Previously, on the island's surface:

• Sean informs Ian that all of the left-siders must die and charges him with arranging it. Ian is also to make sure that The Twelve meet their dates with the dodecagons.

• After Ian tells Vic that Al and Miles had sex underground, Vic follows up with Al, who reveals that Miles had bragged about fooling a boyfriend into thinking he loved him. This revelation crushes Vic and foments resentment toward Al.

• On Harry's birthday, December 17, Seth chooses Jasper for his mandatory daily fuck. Harry is disappointed, wishing to have been chosen. After Ian reminds him of another humiliating episode in his life, Harry, convinced of his worthlessness, seeks out the dodecagon; Seth tries to stop him but fails.

Underground:

• Punished by Hamish for their role in Leo's unsuccessful escape, Theo and Piers are put into `permanent' bondage in a chair that fucks them for hours on end. Theo is later freed and is on the surface.

• Ed is initiated by four lieutenants, led by Mac (dentist Ryan Mackenzie, with whom he had had past encounters); he (temporarily) loses several teeth in the process.

• • • • • • • • MONDAY, DECEMBER 17 * * * * * * * *

THE PHALLIC TOWER – JASPER

I saw Seth emerging from the woods. This morning, I had agreed to bottom for him, but instead he had gone off into the woods with Augie (??). Later, after talking with Ian, he inexplicably made a mad dash into the woods, from which he was just now returning.

• Ah, there you are, Seth. I'm ready, whenever you are.

• What?

He looked rather dazed, his mind clearly elsewhere and not on sex. My mind was ALWAYS on sex, and even though I was more accustomed to being the fucker and not the fuckee, I looked forward to conjoining with another male human for the first time in nearly three weeks.

• I'm ready. We have a date, remember?

• . . . Oh, that. Yes, of course. Give me a while longer, okay?

Okay, this was not the Seth I knew. He looked as if his puppy had been run over by a bus.

• Seth, what's wrong? What happened?

• . . . Harry.

• What about Harry?

• He's gone.

• (Huh?) What do you mean, gone?

• I mean gone gone. Dodecagon gone.

• How is that possible? He knows to stay close to – come to think of it I haven't seen him for a half-hour or so.

• I don't know what got into his head. Ian said Harry was so depressed he decided to surrender to the dodecagon. He actually went out in search of it.

• And Ian let him?

• That's what really bothers me. Ian let him. I don't know, Jasper. Sometimes I wonder if Ian isn't a double agent. Between him and Sean, I thought Ian was the one I could trust.

• Shit. Harry. Wow.

• Those fucking dodecagons win every time. Somehow they manage to get us.

• We got Augie back. They didn't win that one.

• Jasper, I needed Harry. He was my conscience and the voice of reason. He figured things out.

• You can figure things out, Seth. I'll help if I can.

• Well, I know one way you can help. You can help me meet my obligations.

• Are you sure these are really obligations? I don't trust Sean.

• I can't risk it, Jasper. Anyway, why would he tell me to do stuff I don't have to do? What would he have to gain? . . . Give me a half hour and we'll go into the woods, okay?

• Sure.

THE DARK ROOM – HARRY

I fell for over twenty feet, through the earth, into a black abyss. I braced myself for a fall that might break multiple bones in my body.

I was startled to find myself coming to rest on a chair, undamaged. Instantaneously, straps flew out from the sides of the chair and secured me, like demonically-possessed seat belts. I protested to the darkness.

• Fuck, I can't move.

• You'll get used to it.

Whoa. I was not alone. I couldn't see anything in the pitch black atmosphere. But then, remembering stories told by the escapees, I realized where I was – and who I was with.

• Piers?

• . . . How do you know my name?

• They told me up top. You're Theo's friend.

• Omigod, Theo – he made it?

• He made it, Piers. He's fine.

• Thank heaven. Oh, you've made me so happy. Theo's alive, he's safe.

• For now, anyway. I don't think these guys down here will give up so easily.

• That guy Seth – he's up there too?

• Yeah, they all are. All six of them.

• I don't think Seth will give up so easily either.

• No. He wants to rescue Abe. This chair is damned uncomfortable.

• They'll come and get you eventually. By then you'll be used to the dildo.

• . . . Dildo?

• You landed on a dildo, right?

• No. Why would I?

• Everyone else has. Like they just dropped onto it and it went straight up their ass. You're sure you're not sitting on one?

• I think I would notice a dildo up my ass, Piers.

We continued to get to know each other over the course of the next hour. He told me about his friendship (just that!) with Theo and the theater company they ran in Nassau. I was more circumspect about sharing my history, as I didn't have a history worth sharing. Mid-conversation, I heard some kind of machine start whirring and Piers started grunting.

• That's the fucking machine. It'll ram me for the next four hours. You arrived during my break.

• What? You're being fucked by a machine?

• Dildo on a stick. In and out, in and out, four hours at a stretch. Theo didn't mention that?

• No, he just said he was in bondage in this dark room, with you.

An odd sensation hit me – jealousy. I was jealous that Piers was being raped by a machine – and I wasn't.

The door opened. Even without seeing more than a shadow, I recognized the man who spoke to me:

• Hello, Harry. Nice to see you again.

• Hello, Uri. Wish I could say the same. Is this the point where you dump barbecue sauce over me?

It wasn't. Instead, he freed me and led me out into the overly bright hallway.

• Okay, Uri, I know about the Fuck Rooms. Go ahead, take me there.

• Not on the agenda. Every member of the Twelve has a special role to play. You're our virgin. I don't know why, but we have orders to keep you that way.

From what the others had reported, everyone down here was raped several times a day. And yet the curse of my virginity seemed to have followed me even to this haven of rampant sexuality. No wonder there was no dildo on my chair. .

THE WOODS – JASPER

My balls tingled with excitement. Just walking through the woods with Seth made me stiff as a board. For the first time in nearly three weeks, I was going to conjoin my body with another man's.

I had defined myself through sex for the last dozen or so years of my life. "Pedicabo, ergo sum." I buttfuck, therefore I am – apologies to Descartes. (Didn't think Latin had a word for `buttfuck', did you?)

I was nothing unless I had sex, and I had it as often as possible. My self-esteem fell through the floor if I had two consecutive nights without getting any action. It was the reason I was on this trip – the experiment to see if I could go a week in a sexy location (Aruba) without sex.

Well, I'd now gone seventeen days without sex, on the most erotically-charged island on the face of the planet. It had been torture, abated only by focusing on the issues confronting us – survival, understanding the rules under which this bizarre world operated, and promoting unity among the group.

Lately, I had another cause – to help Gary accept himself as he was, instead of retreating behind his other personalities. I felt good about that.

Seth was the sexiest man in this sex-crazed world, and I was walking through the woods in the nude, in close proximity to his nude, testosterone-infused body. I was about to put all that triumphant celibacy behind me – as Seth was about to put his triumphant phallus behind me.

My pride over seventeen days of abstinence was complicated by guilt over desiring an end to it so intensely. But, God, I wanted sex. My body ached for the touch of another man's skin rubbing against mine, for the aroma of his balls, for the feel of his engorged member in my hand, for the moment when that member plunged into me, even if I would have preferred it the other way around. But I'm more than willing to bottom for a sexy guy. And Seth fit the bill in spades.

• How about here? You can get down across that log.

• Ah, a `Deliverance' moment.

• What?

• Never mind. Just don't tell me to squeal like a pig.

• Jasper, what are you talking about?

• Man, how can you never have seen `Deliverance'? Hot homosexual rape scene, even if it was fat Ned Beatty who got himself done.

I shouldn't have said that. The use of the word `fat' only reminded him of Harry, and the sting of his loss was clearly permeating Seth's brain.

I knelt on the ground, knees on either side of the log, and draped myself over it. Seth spit onto his fingers, then crouched behind me. I sighed in ecstasy as one of those fingers slipped into my hole, a sensation I hadn't experienced in a long time. It was all I could do to keep from creaming right then and there.

I spread my legs further, giving him a first-class view of my anus. He spit onto it directly, and then worked it in slowly to lube me up as well as he could.

• Ready?

• (Was I!) Yes, go ahead.

Said in such a nonchalant way, as if this was a casual thing, and not something I craved.

And then I felt his cock – his mammoth cock – pushing against my hole. I pushed back, letting him in; once past my sphincter, he rammed it in to the hilt, sensing that I wouldn't want it gently.

Oh, god, it was so right! His manhood and my pussy fit like they were made for each other. Round peg into round hole. Round peg driving into round hole. Round peg pounding the hell out of round hole.

He built up his tempo, thrilling every nerve ending in my bowels, and, despite my cock being pressed against a fallen log, it was as hard as that log and itching for release.

He pumped in and out of me, time after time after time, and I started to pant in excitement in rhythm with his powerful thrusts. I had never been vocal during sex, but I was letting it all out now, virtually yelling my encouragement with every assault.

I knew I was going to come before he did, and my semen spewed over the log well before he had finished drilling me. He didn't notice, and I didn't care. I just lay there, loving every second of it.

I sensed his acceleration as he neared climax. And then he fell on top of me, spent, as he allowed his manjuice to irrigate my ravaged rectum. It was sheer bliss, and the feel of his chest on my back while he was still inside me – man, I wished I could freeze that moment for all eternity.

He pulled out and pulled up, as I continued to lie there, only now conscious of the chafing my cock had endured from being pressed against the log. It didn't hurt – it was sheer pleasure.

Having consummated the act near the stream, we washed ourselves off and dried ourselves as best we could with leaves from nearby trees.

• Seth?

• Yeah?

• Thank you.

• I . . . You're welcome, I guess. But I didn't do it for you, I . . . had to . . .

• I know. But it was wonderful. Could I ask a favor?

• You can ask.

• Would you kiss me?

A frown came over his face. Again, I had said the wrong thing.

• Look, Jasper. We had to have sex today and I enjoyed it, I really did. But the next man I kiss is going to be Abe. Do you understand that?

I did.

• Of course, Seth. Sorry, I was being selfish. I . . . Why don't you go back without me, I'll wait a few minutes. It will draw less attention to what we just did.

Also, I wanted some time to relive the experience. I lay down across that log, embracing it, and spread my legs, as if Seth was going to invade it a second time.

It was so peaceful, and my thoughts so sexy and so calming, I could have lain there for an hour. I lay there for maybe three minutes. Then I felt a hand on my ass. Seth WAS going to invade it a second time!

And then legs by my legs. Then, without warning, my hole was invaded. Omigod, I was in for round two!

But it didn't feel the same. It wasn't the same. This was not Seth's cock.

• Mighty neighborly of you to spread your legs for me, Jasper.

• Ray!

• You nailed it! And now I'm nailing you. You sure were having a good time with ol' Sethy. I followed you out here, very nice fucking he did. I figured if I stuck around, I could get sloppy seconds. No lube necessary with his manjuice inside you.

Dammit, I didn't want to have sex with RAY!

I fought back against this unwelcome rapist, half-aware of my hypocrisy. Seth I would have welcomed inside me like a flower welcomes a pollinating bee. But it was not Seth, it was Ray pollinating me and I was outraged. I wriggled and tried to push up but Ray was strong, taller and heavier than me, and very determined. And, given his position on top of me, he had all the leverage.

Eventually I realized the safest course of action was to just let him have his way. It was sex, after all; I enjoyed sex, and it felt good. Not ecstatic, like with Seth, but still good.

Afterwards, I felt overwhelmed with guilt. I don't know what Ray was feeling.

But he paid at least a small price for his efforts. When we washed off the residue of our sex in the nearby stream, Ray had to to leave his jeans (originally mine) and Sean's shoes (the `community shoes' which Ray had appropriated) on the bank. And when we emerged from the water, they were gone.

THE DORMITORY – ED

I had waited all morning, while the others were extracted from the dormitory for sexual use. Paul was collected by Anthony, who came equipped with a cane and an erection. Dai had been escorted away by four big men who, he said, would force him to ejaculate repeatedly until he had run dry. That didn't sound like much of a torture to me, but Dai said to trust him, the chafing on his cock was painful – besides, they were simultaneously fucking his throat.

But for me – nothing. So I was immensely relieved. And at least – as I had been promised – when I woke up, I had a full set of teeth and no residual pain, in my mouth, arse, or anywhere else. I assumed, having survived this brutal initiation, that nothing so drastic would befall me today. And, despite Paul's and Dai's stories of being assaulted on a daily basis, I was left alone in the dormitory all morning. Optimism abounded.

Until after lunch, when he came for me. Mac. I trembled as I entered the Fuck Room and found ten other lieutenants all waiting for me. Surely, I was not to be victimized by all of them. Surely.

Mac explained.

• Ed, you're a member of what we call The Twelve. One by one, you will all eventually find your way down here. Each by a different colored portal shaped like a dodecagon. And I hope you appreciated the image of a tiger as it collapsed beneath you – you were born in the Year of the Tiger, were you not? Just as each of you has a unique portal, your punishment down here is similarly individual. Paul, for example, must perpetually wear a jockstrap. Dai is milked beyond his capacity.

• Leo?

• Leo we played a fun game with – we each shot our loads into his mouth from three inches away, then weighed him to a thousandth of a gram. The three who increased his weight the most earned the right to play with him for an hour or so.

• I suppose he enjoyed that.

• Not especially. Leo didn't like the taste of semen. Or having his balls in a vise while he was being squirted into.

• So what's in store for me?

• A chase. Rather like Hide `n' Seek. We'll give you a head start. Each of us will pursue you separately, trying to catch you. No fair pairing up, it's every man for himself. To catch you, he must hold you in his arms for five solid seconds; only the first to find you and call out your name is allowed to catch you. Once he has, you must return here, where twenty-five swats of this prison strap will be administered to your admirable posterior – if you resist at any point, the penalty will be doubled. Then the game begins anew until ninety minutes are up. Every lieutenant who catches you is entitled to a fuck – and you will lose a tooth for every man who has fucked you. Of course they will regrow overnight – provided you store them internally.

You can predict what happened. There were fourteen men pursuing me, and not that many places to hide. I headed straight for the dormitory, knowing they would easily find me there, but hoping I could make myself difficult to catch by scrambling around the beds. It didn't take long for the one named Atticus to find me – and once he did, none of the others were allowed to come in. I managed to hold him off for a good ten minutes – I have always been fast and nimble, and I leapt over beds and scurried around the room until he finally cornered me and held me in his arms for the requisite time.

It was useless to fight, so I dutifully subjected my arse to the strap. I was sore after the third blow, and there were twenty-two left after that. It was all I could do to rein in my impulse to scream my bloody head off.

And then I was released, to play this game again. I headed straight back to the dormitory, and so did my pursuers. This time, with a pulverized rump, I was less nimble than before, but still managed to hold off the one called Patrick for several minutes.

I had the brilliant thought of hiding in the Dark Room, obscuring my location, but didn't realize there was a light switch, turning this into a game of pure evasion between myself and Penn. I am pretty good at evasion, however, and decided this would be a good place to return to, if I had a fourth round.

I did. I also had a fifth. Which meant a hundred and twenty-five whacks on my beleaguered backside, and five sodomites assaulting my hindquarters. And worst of all, the loss of five teeth.

I had thought Leo foolish for trying to escape, but the prospect of this kind of torture being repeated daily evoked in me far more sympathy for his efforts. Although, compared to me, he had gotten off easy.

But then that was Leo's life experience, wasn't it – getting off easy, while his old man pays the price.

THE DORMITORY – HARRY

My reception was somewhat mixed.

• (Paul) Harry! Come here, give us a hug!

• (Dai) God, Harry, it's good seeing you – but I wish we weren't.

• (Ed) I see your leadership skills had the predictable results. You couldn't even save yourself, could you?

• (Dai) Jeez, Ed, like you could have? Like we can control anything on this island? Give the guy a break.

• (Ed) All you nancy-boys stick together, don't you?

Ah, so Ed was still sticking to the homophobia theme. When I was pretty sure he'd swung from both sides of the plate in his lifetime.

I noticed something when he spoke.

• What happened to your teeth?

• (Ed) Got `em in this little pouch. If I swallow them, they'll be back in the morning.

• (Dai) Only he swallows them in the other end – right, Ed?

• Ian told me about the auto-repair thing. So my bruises –

• (Paul) Will be gone tomorrow morning. Looks like they worked you over pretty good.

They had. I would be sleeping on my stomach tonight.

• (Ed) So how do you like being buggered?

• . . . I don't want to talk about it.

• (Ed) Ah, not so much, eh?

• I said I didn't want to talk about it, Ed.

How could I tell him that I had not been fucked, that I wanted to be fucked, but that privilege – something I had longed for my entire life – was being withheld from me, even in a place so homoerotic that an entire universe was created for it. Even here, I can't get laid.

Surrendering to that chartreuse dodecagon was a big mistake.

THE WOODS – GARY

The water was a shock. Maybe I needed a bath, I wasn't sure, as far as I remembered I didn't stink, but then I'm not around all the time. Cody or Ray must have decided he was dirty, probably Cody. Anyway, I just found myself in the creek. I didn't see my pants around anywhere – wouldn't Cody have worn them out here for his bath?

All of a sudden I became aware that I was not alone. About fifty feet downstream from me, Jasper was also bathing. Had I come out here with him? Jasper was my friend – the best friend I had, and I was glad to see him, but I was surprised that either Cody or Ray would have accompanied him. Although we were fifty feet apart, not exactly together. That was peculiar.

I decided I was clean, stood, and wandered downstream. Jasper didn't look happy to see me. In fact, he looked downright angry.

• Hey, Jasper. Did you – could you explain how I got here?

His face suddenly changed. All the enmity disappeared from it, replaced by something kinder.

• Gary?

• Yeah. I just found myself in the creek. I don't know why. Do you? Did we come out here together?

He took a long time to answer, as if he didn't remember.

• No, Gary. I came out here with Seth – every day he has to . . . you know.

• Yeah, I know.

• And so I was washing up afterwards.

• Where's Seth?

• He went back. I wanted a little extra time, alone.

• But you weren't alone. I'm here.

• You weren't. Cody was. He came here after Seth left. He said he wanted a bath, too.

• Where are my pants? He didn't wear them out here?

• Uh, yeah, he did. They vanished, Gary, while he was bathing.

THE WOODS – JASPER

I wasn't about to tell Gary that one of his other personas had just raped me. He still looked confused, like he wasn't sure why Cody would let Gary emerge when all he was doing was taking a bath. Well, Cody probably wouldn't have, but Ray didn't want to face me after raping me, and it probably amused him to stick Gary with the follow-up.

We air-dried for a few minutes, and then headed back to the tower together. Gary looked overwhelmed and confused, like a lost dog in a rainstorm. I felt like I had to reassure him everything was okay - an odd feeling, supporting a man whose cock had just raped me. The double fucking had made me sore, and I wasn't walking normally. I told him I think I pulled a muscle somehow.

Seth was surprised to see the two of us together, and expressed concern that I hadn't come back earlier. He noticed the awkwardness of my gait.

• You okay, Jasper? I didn't –

• I'm fine. That muscle I told you I pulled earlier – still bothering me. Gary went out for a bath – well, Cody did – but Gary came back with me, helped me a little.

THE PHALLIC TOWER – SETH

Okay, Jasper had said nothing about any pulled muscles. He was lying – to keep the truth from Gary? I was pretty sure Gary knew about my sex requirement – he might have been Cody when I first revealed it, but Harry said he would make sure all three personalities were informed. But Jasper seemed to be protecting him.

Jasper had been trying to encourage Gary to be Gary as much as possible, and must have been afraid that direct talk about sex would make Gary retreat and bring out Cody, or even Ray. I nodded, but I was surprised that Jasper had been walking as awkwardly as he had. True, I had fucked him vigorously, and my cock is larger than the average man's – but I hadn't thought the sex would hurt him that much; he certainly seemed to enjoy it while it was going on.

THE PHALLIC TOWER – VIC

• (Ian) You know, Al wasn't exactly telling you the truth.

• He didn't have sex with Miles?

• Oh, no – he did. But he lied about being straight. He's gay as they come, Vic. And they didn't force him to have sex with Miles. He initiated it. They don't care down there if you have more sex than they force on you – and Al exploited that. He and Miles – well, I don't know if the feeling was mutual, but Al reveled in burying his cock inside Miles. And believe me, he didn't do it just twice before they cut him. It was more like half a dozen times. Down there you can have almost unlimited orgasms – Al did Miles as often as he could.

• The story he told about Miles having fooled his boyfriend –

• Pure fabrication. Miles is still in love with you. I talked to him, Vic. He adores you, believe me.

• So why didn't Miles refuse Al's advances if he still loves me?

• Refusal is not an option down there. Even to a fellow prisoner.

• Why didn't you tell me this before?

• I didn't want to confront Al in front of you, and then you walked away. Since then, I guess it slipped my mind, with all the concern about Harry.

THE PHALLIC TOWER – IAN

I think he bought it.

THE PHALLIC TOWER – VIC

This was starting to make sense. Al's story hadn't seemed credible. Okay, Miles HAD seemed a little distant when he came to the island, but I couldn't believe he would diss me like that, saying he'd been stringing me along for months. No, Miles was in love with me. And Al was a fucking liar. I couldn't believe anything that little shrimp said.

I was going to have to do something about Al – but what?

[COMING UP NEXT: CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE – ONE DOWN, TWO TO GO]