So far it had been a calm weekend. McQueen had enjoyed the quiet of his own apartment, the stillness of his early morning runs by himself, without the company of his squadron. There had been no struggle to fit in, or worry about not fitting in. He viewed himself puttering about, tending his bonsai, listening to his favorite music. The Navy lieutenant next door had once asked him to turn the music down in a less than respectful tone, now he didn't ask at all. Sunday afternoon found him rereading passages from the Tao te Ching, still trying not to try to find the hidden meanings.

The door bell chimed softly, and his first thought was that the lieutenant was coming over to borrow a cup of sugar. He smiled to himself at the fancy, then went to answer it. No one stood on the landing, but a small piece of paper was pinned to the welcome mat.

"Meet me at the Tank, tank.

Hill"

This was the other shoe he'd been anticipating since realizing that the dealer cum pimp now knew who he was. Sunday evenings would not be especially quiet in Tanktown. Many of the indentured servants had only Sundays off and were inclined to make the most of it, in spite of 300-year old blue laws. The summons was curt, rude even, but the better part of valour would be to answer it, if only to put the son of a bitch in his place.

As he had expected, the bar was full, mostly of workers from the steel mills--big men, obviously bred for physical strength and endurance, not for brains. Hill sat in his usual corner, but upon McQueen's arrival, stood and gestured towards the office area in the back of the bar. McQueen followed him, entering cautiously. When he entered the small office, he realized he had not been quite cautious enough. Two men, each larger than the big men out in the bar, moved in behind him, as he faced Hill. The pimp leaned against the desk, his legs stretched out in front of him.

"Well, Captain Tyrus Cassius McQueen, InVitro ID Batch 13C K9757, Anchorage Facility, so nice of you to join us." A predatory grin lay on his face, his arms folded across his chest in an unconscious mimicry of McQueen's stance in the interrogation room.

"Well, I couldn't resist such a gracious invitation." McQueen's own position was relaxed, but ready.

"It seems to me," Hill began, "that now that we are on a more equal footing, namewise that is, that we might need to negotiate a slightly different contract."

McQueen put his hands on his hips, fingers splayed, "Yes? Why? You have a product, I pay your price."

"Yeah, but now I have another service to offer, my silence. I've read up on you, Captain McQueen, or can I just call you Tyrus? Fair rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? Did your monitor have pillow talk in mind when he named you that?"

Even knowing trouble was coming, McQueen missed the signal to the two thugs that resulted in his arms being pinioned. He struggled briefly, then realized the struggle was even more of an entertainment to his captors. This scenario was way too close to his imprisonment by the AIs only seven months ago. He felt the sweat beading up on his body.

Hill raised his hand again, only this time, McQueen could not prevent him from stroking his face. "You must know I find you personally...attractive." The pimp stroked his face, running his fingers across tightly clenched lips. "And you don't need to think that I'm thinking of adding you to my...merchandise line. No offense, but you really are quite a bit older than most of my clientele are interested in."

The roaming hand found its way down McQueen's throat to his chest. "No, this is quite personal. I wanted you when we first started ...dealing together. To find out that you are a captain in the US Marine Corp, a decorated veteran of the AI Rebellion, the Guatamalan campaign, the CC Wars, well, I tried to contain myself, but I escaped." He stroked McQueen's chest, finding the small nipples under his shirt. McQueen fought the terror rising in his gorge. He could hear his AI captor's voice, that same silky maliciousness that Hill's voice carried. "It won't be rape, you know. I've known a lot of IVs, you'll beg me to fuck you by the time I'm finished."

McQueen shook his head, "It will be rape. I don't want you or this." He looked down at Hill's hand, now approaching his crotch. The hand seemed to take on an identity of its own, as it slid down his stomach, to the snap of his jeans. The slender fingers opened the snap, then pulled down the zipper. He looked back to the pimp's face, partly so he would not see his cock released from the pants. He could feel it engorging with blood, responding to his captor's stimulation. The other reason was to reassure himself, this was not the AI who had tortured him. The natural born had his own ax to grind, but causing pain was not it. He felt the band of his briefs pulled down, freeing the cock that was betraying him. Hill smiled maliciously,

"You see, you already respond to my touch. This is all I want, you and I together, pleasuring each other. In exchange you get all the meanies you need, all the silence you want." He continued to stroke McQueen, his other hand reaching under the shirt to pinch and roll the nipples. "How can you resist such a deal?" He pulled away, leaning back against the desk. Now he unfastened his own pants, pulling out his own erect penis.

"Put him on the desk." He motioned to the two toughs. McQueen struggled again, he could have broken loose had it been natural borns, but the IVs had the benefit of the same breeding he did. They pushed him across the desk, belly down on its black expanse. He felt the tug on his pants, and the cold breeze as his buttocks were exposed, hands, stroking his ass.

Hill's face came down, whispering in his ear. "You know you want this." One of the hands reached in front, fondling his penis, then manipulating his scrotum, rolling the testicles between fingers. McQueen felt the desire rising in him. He'd been through this before, in the mines, in the POW cell. The body had its own mind, its own motivation. The hands continued to caress, circling his cock. One finger dipped into the tip, moistening itself with precum, using that to lubricate the cock. Hill's mouth made small kisses on the back of his neck, his tongue lapping a route around the raised umbilicus. He felt Hill's erect cock probing the cleft between his buttocks.

Suddenly he was bereft, as Hill stepped back. The toughs lifted him back to his feet and Hill moved back in front of him. His pants hung around his hips, his penis jutting out from the opening. He still smiled, "Now look at you, tell me you didn't want to feel me up your ass. You have until next Sunday. No more drugs, and one of your fellow tanks here will be going to the Provost Marshall to report that the inimitable Captain McQueen is a junkie. Or me, and the pleasure we can give each other." He yelled, "Steve, get in here!"

While he waited, he tucked McQueen's penis gently inside the pants, zipping them up with some difficulty. Within seconds, a young InVitro came in the office. With scarcely a glance at the others in the room, he stood by Hill.

"Yes, Mr Hill?"

"You see, Tyrus. This is what I can have. You're what I want." Hill moved around and sat behind the desk. "Steve, you see the state I am in." He motioned to his penis, "Fix it." The young man knelt between Hill's knees. He grasped the firm cock with his hands, then kissed the tip. McQueen watched. Even in his state, he realized that he recognized the young man, but he didn't know from where. In the throes of his passion, Hill looked up,

"Yes, you know him. He's from the same batch as Stephanie. Her 'brother' if you will. But ever so much more trainable." He motioned to the boy's head, bobbing up and down on the post of the pimp's cock. "She never could get this right. I wanted to sell them as a matched set, but she was just not trainable." He stopped, caressing Steven's hair briefly as a wave of passion swept through him, "I'm sorry to lose her of course, but the insurance will pay me, probably more than she could have earned." He motioned once again to the toughs, "Escort the Captain out." And gave himself up to the passion.

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