[b][u][center]No-Alt Insurance Part 6 For Taiko By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Having an office that could draw on inspiration from all across the different timelines meant that Holt could make his chambers look like anything that he wished, at least, within reason. There were impossible bits of technology that he could not pull to him, and there were a few magical timelines where his reach was blocked, but having a static point where he could slide up and down the different timelines meant that he could do more than the average person. The olive-skinned human looked at the reports that were spread out across the war-room table that he had created, the office having the appearance of a World War Two bunker from old Britain. It wasn’t completely accurate, of course – the women with their strange hairdos and oversized headphones weren’t present, as they weren’t part of his aesthetic – but the rest of it was fairly accurate as he used the different tables to track Nor’s work through time. What he had discovered didn’t make him happy. The first thing that he had found was that the purple mule that had visited him merely a day ago had appeared in Novus Ager not that long ago himself, and worse, had been wearing a different skin than the two that he had seen in the office. That one had been stripped during a trip to a cut-off part of the city’s infrastructure, turning that Nor into the purple one that he had met, only for the disguise to go up again later. That had been the first little red flag, and he’d decided to dig deeper, seeing what could be found. It uncovered a tangled ball of timelines and strings that the human had hated digging through, but it was necessary to see just who he was dealing with. [i]And not made easier by the fact that I’m dealing with events that have already set…[/i] Holt leaned over the table, watching as the glowing representations of his agents crawled this way and that across the surface. There were plenty of them that were spread through time, and he was always finding more so that he could investigate different parts of the timeline. Sending agents through time was impossible without further equipment, but sending messages to them was not that difficult. Time-consuming, yes, and definitely cost him in terms of raw power production – there had been a few brownouts in Novus Ager to send those messages – but it was worth it…usually. [i]They can’t do much more than stare at him as he does things, now…but they can at least tell me what they’ve seen…[/i] That turned out to be a mule that had some strange abilities, indeed, but one that wasn’t native here. He had been regularly surprised by the different ways that the city moved around, surprised in a way that the natives themselves were not. That might have been acceptable, but the way that the purple mule talked meant that he had been displaying himself as a native as well, someone that knew how the city worked. Holt had dug deeper still, and that had pulled something else to the fore. A second Nor, a more prime Nor. He looked at the pictures that his agents had managed to send him, looking at the one that was covered in blue and red striations, and then back at the purple one that had been there in his office. The former was the prime one of this universe, while the other was an obvious visitor from another timeline. That was bad enough, considering that the latter had fooled him, but the fact that he was posing for something like this…the fact that he knew so much already… [i]Someone’s trying to get in on my action.[/i] And that was something that Holt Ferry was not going to allow. He reached out to the side, pressing a button. The intercom buzzed for a moment, then was picked up by Ms. Bell, her southern-tinged voice drawling quietly. “[i]Yes, Mr. Ferry?[/i]” “Call Nor back here. He and I have something to discuss.” “[i]Shall I tell him anything specific?[/i]” “Just to be here as soon as possible. I don’t want to deal with tardiness today, and we have a lot of work to get through.” Hold let go of the button, shaking his head. So, the mule wanted to play. Well, in that case, it was clear that there were steps that needed to be taken. He could do that. He could play with the best of them. But first, a redecoration was in order. # By the time that Nor stepped through the office doors, the WW2 bunker had been replaced with something more akin to a presentation theater, complete with an old-style projector. Holt stood next to it with a series of transparent sheets in his hand, cradled in a folder that he kept tucked under his arm. Nor, of course, was in the nude as soon as he walked into the room, and the human’s eyes were drawn immediately to that low-hanging shaft and the sheer lack of shame that the mule seemed to have for letting it swing about. He supposed that came with the territory when one was as endowed as that, but he had thought that someone that was supposed to be a hero would have a little more modesty. At the very, very least, a little more showmanship about it. At any rate, there was no point in being annoyed at that, or even pushing the mule about it. He had other plans. He adjusted his tie, gesturing to the chair just to the side of the projector. “Take a seat.” “I thought we were going to discuss our plans.” “I said. Take a seat.” “…Alright.” The mule did as he was told, sitting down on one side of the projector, while Holt stood on the other side. As Nor stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankles, the human laid the first slide down on the projector. “You see. I’ve been investigating the different proposals that you brought to me. And the first step of any investigation, of course, is to see just who your business partner actually is.” The transparent slide showed ‘Nor’ appearing on the docks some time ago, stepping out of a portal and shimmering slowly as he did. The mule suddenly tensed up, obviously concerned, but said nothing, yet. Of course, Holt hadn’t expected a confession, so he continued. “Now, it’s nothing out of the ordinary for a hero to have some sort of power that he keeps secret from the general populace, but it’s clear that this is not what you are famous for. So, I did a little more digging…” He slapped another picture down, this time showing Nor in the middle of the gangbang in the warehouse. He had been rather surprised to see that, but Nor looked downright embarrassed, his purple cheeks going near-pink. “But this was in-keeping with the sort of personality and goings-on that I’ve found are quite consistent with your timeline. The number of times that Nor has been caught, brainwashed, and rutted are probably beyond counting at this point. This is not necessarily a disproof that you are what you say you are. However.” They went through a number of different slides after that, some of them showing the way that this purple Nor had gone about interacting with the different people of Novus Ager, and some of them showing his downtime. There were a surprising number that showed him fucking a cat, anywhere from simply thrusting down the feline’s throat to fucking him against the railing of an apartment balcony. “My sources have told me that, in their experience, the Nor of this world is quite a submissive individual, capable of little more dominance than a fly could exert over a flower. Yet, here you are, doing this.” “I have my private tastes,” the purple mule muttered. “Perhaps. But tell me…indulge me…Can you look like him?” He put down one last slide, showing what the real Nor looked like. He gestured at it. “Perhaps you have expanded the number of looks that you can imitate over the years, but this? This is what everyone that I have talked to says the real Nor looks like. Of course, if you can prove to me that you can change into this, it will not [i]end[/i] the investigation, but it will look much better for you in the process.” Nor, of course, looked rather angry, but that was going to be par for the course. He knew that this sort of accusation would raise outrage in someone that was genuine in trying to get what they wanted, in offering something useful to their partner, but it would also panic the sort of person that was trying to put one over on him. The mule opened his mouth, closed it, and then rubbed his forehead. “Isn’t this a bit much?” Nor asked. “You wanted me to commit to a business deal with you without giving me your real name. I imagine that this is something of a breach of trust, at the very least, and it feels like it could be a great deal more. But surely, if you have something of Nor to you, then you can transform.” “…” “I thought not.” Holt shook his head, the projector disappearing, the office fading back to what it had been originally. The stark angles of the different pieces of furniture returned, and Nor’s chair suddenly appeared to have binding circles for the wrists and ankles. The mule’s legs being pushed forward kept them from being restrained, but the purple wrists were locked down, preventing Nor from getting back up. Or at least, so Holt thought. Nor grunted, kicking the ground until he managed to break the bolts that held the chair down. Admittedly, they were old and not the best secured, but he had thought that they would be sufficient for someone that wasn’t particularly super-strong. Apparently, he had been misjudging Nor more than slightly. The chair ripped free, bringing the bolts with it, and the mule turned around…rather comically, it must be said. After all, he was carrying a large metal chair on his back, and it forced him to hunch over rather than stand normally. “I’m telling you the truth. I [i]am[/i] Nor.” “No. You are a different version of Nor. Perhaps one from a different timeline, perhaps one from another universe, but you are [i]not[/i] the Nor that lives in this one.” “Does it matter?” “In several ways, no, in several ways, yes.” “Then let’s focus on how it doesn’t, huh? I can still get you to where you need to go.” “And then what? Hmm?” Holt shook his head, turning around and leaning over his own desk for a moment. “You knew what I was doing before I told you, and from what my informants have been able to gather, you came here knowing what I was doing, intending to run a con on me. Perhaps you are trying to run off with everything that’s hidden under the city, or maybe there’s something else that’s motivating you, but at the moment, it doesn’t matter. What matters, Nor, is that you lied to me about what you knew, what you could do, and who you are. Not a very heroic thing to do, I must say. “But then again, perhaps you are no longer a hero. Perhaps you never were, where you came from.” “That’s a bit low.” “It is merely conjecture, I admit, but that’s what comes from finding out that someone lied to you. You have to figure out how you’re going to approach it, and how much you can trust anything else that they said. Perhaps they were never telling the truth at all, or perhaps they only told you a hint of the truth to make the rest more believable. Perhaps all but a tiny piece of it was the truth, yet the lie was the most crucial piece of all. It doesn’t matter; all that matters is that you are not who you said you are, and that makes you less useful.” “I can still –” “Stifle Self.” Suddenly, Nor’s arm jerked upwards, slamming itself into the mule’s face. More specifically, it rammed itself past the mule’s lips, shoving itself into his jaws and keeping them gagged. Nor’s eyes went wide as he tried first to talk around his arm, then tried to remove his hand from his mouth. Neither worked, as Holt had known was the case. “Now, it seems that Nor is not a true life-form. The transformation that the pair of you undergo is not dissimilar from a particularly advanced android, something that I believe we can use to get where we need to go. I will make use of you, but I will no longer use you as a partner. You will be a thing, a tool that will get me to where I need to go. Right to the vault door. Right to the time machines…” The time machines. Those were the prize that he wanted above all else. They would allow him to take the vortexes in the area and ride them through Novus Ager, to push himself, to take him to where he needed to go rather than merely sending bits and pieces of chrono-energy and temporal pieces up and down the timelines. Once he had a machine to channel all that, he would be able to take it wherever he wanted…and himself wherever he wanted. No more need for minions. No more need to pull at reality from the shadows without being able to do something himself. He could finally take charge the way that he had always wanted to. As the mule continued to fight to pull his hand out of his mouth, Holt shook his head. It seemed like his whole presentation was going over the equine’s head, so, he took another step. “Bend Self.” And just like that, Nor went ramrod straight. The way that he stood shattered the metal chair in two, confirming that he was definitely a rather durable sort of android, and he started leaning back. His hands hit the floor, making him bend over backwards until he was something of a bench. His knees bent so that his feet remained firmly on the floor, and his arms bent properly until they were about of the same height as his legs were. “Freeze Self.” The mule froze in place as a bench, nothing more. Holt walked around him, standing at the head of the mule, then squatted down, looking him right in the eye as he seethed. “As you can doubtlessly feel, there’s a great deal of control that someone can exert on an artificial life form. You are little more than a droid, a little drone that can be programmed to do this or that. It was a matter of greatest ease to find those that knew your programming codes and then modify them. A slip through time, asking the being, Toroid, to implant commands in you during your last meeting.” Nor’s eyes went wide, and Holt nodded. “I did not plan on warping you, but when the opportunity arose, I doubt that you can blame me for taking it. After all, it has proven to be rather worthwhile to have someone like you completely under my control.” He sighed. He would have preferred having someone as Nor had presented himself to be, someone that would be useful in the time vortex, someone that didn’t need as much direct oversight. That said, he supposed that this would have been likely to happen, regardless. There was no way for him to trust the average person down the vortex holes, and there was no way for him to send someone down there without keeping an eye on them. He needed, [i]needed[/i] to know that they were going to keep from fucking him over, and that required taking a more direct sort of control than most people would tolerate. The Nor of this world was just an android, as far as his sources had been able to discover. An android that had a remarkably strong AI, the sort that believed that it was a real person because it didn’t have any evidence to the contrary, and programmed to keep believing that despite being confronted with evidence to the contrary – or programmed to wipe those memories as soon as they entered the mind, he supposed, that was a possibility – and it existed as if it were a hero. This one seemed to be much the same. It needed to be broken of that belief, and he planned on making sure that this purple Nor learned just what it was. Nothing more than a pile of expensive parts that was bound to obey the one that controlled it. The one that owned it. “Remain Frozen. Sing.” And as the purple mule begrudgingly started singing a tune, one that reminded him of the port workers and dockhands, he sat down on the mule’s raised stomach. He was really just like a bench, now, completely stiff, completely firm for the use of someone else. And it had been exactly as easy as he had predicted that it would be. Everything was possible to the man that could control time. Even if he could not control Nor himself through the usage of time travel and manipulation, he could gain the tools that would. There was no way for Nor to escape this. No way for him to pull back and try and renegotiate. Holt did not take a breach of contract well, and he did not like liars, either. Nor had proven to be both, and he planned on teaching the mule a good lesson. As he got comfortable, he reached down to the mule’s exposed cock and balls. They were such a proud piece of the mule’s anatomy, something that the purple man seemed all too keen on showing off to the entire world. He gripped them by the base, giving them a hard squeeze, just enough to make the cock throb upwards, just enough to make the balls shrink inwards that little bit more. “You don’t deserve to be so arrogant, I must say. If you can be overwhelmed this quickly, then you certainly aren’t a hero of any real caliber. I imagine that your parts change as often as you do. Perhaps I should find a way to program you so that these…” He wobbled the mule’s genitals around, making them bounce, sway, sag. “So that these do not exist.” There was a grunt from below, and he felt a small tremor through the mule’s body. That was…strange. He had seen androids fight against programming before, but this was the first time that he felt something physical in response. Holt shook his head. “Harden Self. Freeze.” The ‘harden’ command worked, at least. The mule’s posture stiffened, but so did – Holt turned, staring at the thick shaft that suddenly filled his hand. It had been half-hard before, he realized, but now it was fully erect. It stood out throbbing, filling his hand and forcing his fingers apart from the sheer thickness of it. His eyes widened a bit further as he realized that it was completely hard for him, too, and that there was…something… [i]What in the world…[/i] There was something in the air, thick and heavy, almost like there was something pulling at his mind, at his body, at his…at his crotch… He breathed softly, shallowly, trying to focus through the whole thing, but he was already leaning forward slightly. Holt told himself that it was merely curiosity, nothing more, but…but there was something that was making him stiffer, harder. He should cycle the air, he thought, pull the room back through time or forward, make the air a little less heavy with this strange scent, a bit less – “What is –” “Let me…explain it…to you!” Suddenly, Nor dropped down, landing on his back, and Holt slipped off the mule’s stomach. He yelped at the sudden shift in position, but before he could actually complain, Nor had him pinned on his back. His head was gripped in the mule’s hands, and suddenly – “MMPH!” The thick head of the mule’s shaft was thrust down his throat. Holt’s eyes went wide as he felt the tip already rubbing against the back of his mouth, barely more than a third of the shaft in his face as it was already trying to get into his neck. He gagged, trying to swallow or pull back, but – POP! Just like that, Nor forced it into his neck, and his eyes went slack, his body going limp. “Mmmph…mmmph…mm…mmmmmm…” “That’s it…time for [i]you[/i] to see how it feels, fucker…” The purple equine’s words didn’t make much sense, but there was a strange sense of bliss running through him, the human’s cock already rising high in his slacks, making a tent that throbbed and bulged and twitched with abandon. He groaned, his hands clenching into fists briefly at his sides before collapsing down again. “That’s it. Just taste it, swallow it, get used to it. You’re going to be a good little addict before long, and then…then you’re going to learn where [i]you[/i] belong, for a change…” Holt groaned at the threat, but there was little that the human could do. His mind was frazzled, his thoughts scattered like so many papers during a windstorm. All he could do was swallow, feeling that thick horse cock slowly feeding itself down his throat, filling him up, and with every little thrust, every additional inch, he was feeling that urge for more. He’d never been on the bottom before, never been the one to suck someone else’s cock. The feeling of doing it now was more than slightly strange, but…but the feeling of the pressure of it on his tongue was not unpleasant. He swallowed, licking, finding the taste of salt and sweat and a bit of pre-cum to be surprisingly pleasant. He moaned under his breath, then a bit louder, feeling the shaft cutting off his air a bit. “Mmmph…” The mule worked him slowly, thrusting gently, and somehow, he was starting to come to like the feeling of that thing in his throat. A little more, a little more, always giving him that little bit that he hadn’t had before. “Mmm…” “You like it, huh? You like sucking a perfect dick?” A perfect dick? That was being mild. This was [i]the[/i] perfect dick, and Holt was rapidly becoming convinced that he didn’t want to let it out of his mouth. He started to bob his head slowly, his hunger for it, his need for it growing by the second. He wanted it buried between his lips, the heavy balls pressed against his chin. He wanted…needed…required it. He moaned as he reached for the mule’s hips, gently pulling Nor closer and closer to him, making that cock go deeper and deeper. He wanted to feel it popping into his throat over and over, and it did. The thick head plundered his neck, and he felt it going down almost impossibly deep. There was no discomfort, no dislike for it. If anything, he only wanted to feel more, to take it further. Bobbing his head back and forth, he could feel the little throbs that he hoped meant that Nor was getting close to orgasm, but the purple mule held back on him. The big guy pushed him back, just enough to keep from cumming, and Holt groaned as he remembered he was pinned beneath the bigger male. “What…why…” “First, we’re going to talk about how this works.” “But…nnngh…” He was a businessman. He knew what he wanted, what he needed, but for the first time in months, he had a contrasting addiction, a different need, a new obsession. He wanted those time machines for himself, but that cock…that beautiful cock… Holt tried to stick out his tongue to lick it, but the purple mule pulled back, holding that thick shaft just out of reach, not even allowing him to lick along the heavy balls that hung just below it. “Ah ah. I didn’t say that you could touch.” “Mmmph…” “You’ll get it…if you give me what I want.” That was the hardest part. He didn’t know if he could. If he could just have a taste, a little reminder of how good it was, maybe he could make a decision, but he floated on the winds of need and hunger, now, rather than the urges of logic and forethought. “You let me call the shots as we go down, and I’ll let you suck my cock again.” “Mmmph…I’m…I’m the boss…I should…” “You will let me do this.” The big horse cock bopped him on the nose, sending another blast of its scent down his nasal passages and right into his brain. He groaned, his cock soaking into his pants, making a dark spot in his slacks. “You’ll let me be in charge, or you’ll never get this again. I’ll walk right out of here, and you’ll be the boss that can only think of cock.” Holt shivered, knowing that he had to have options. He was…he was the man that controlled time…he was the man that did…that made the world run…that controlled…God, it was so hard to think… If he could just get away from that cock, he would be able to think clearly. He’d know that he had options. He’d know…he’d know…he’d know… But no. There was just that cock, and the hunger, and the empty feeling in his mouth and his desperate need to feel it inside of him again. He wanted that cock, he wanted it in his mouth, and a part of him wanted to see how it would feel if Nor could jam it up his ass. God, the idea of being spitted on that thing, of feeling it impale him…god…god, fuck, damn, he needed it… Holt struggled to pull together another idea. He was Holt Ferry, after all, the man that had harnessed time itself to do his bidding. He had…he had…he could… [i]So many possibilities…and all of them…fucking…COCK![/i] Frustration and arousal and like burned through him as his mind’s eye was clouded with one copy of Nor’s dick after another. Sometimes, they were mere standalones, other times they were pressed against him in his imagination. Sometimes they were in his hand, sometimes against his rump. Sometimes they were in his mouth, sometimes between his soles. There were many different ways for it to rub against him, even pressing against him and dwarfing his own, human shaft. There was a sense of inevitability to his fantasies, and he knew, on some level, there would be no thinking clearly until he was able to get this out of his head. Until he fucked Nor, or was fucked, all he could do was fantasize about the mule. “F-fine…” “What was that?” Nor asked, hefting his cock. “I’ll do it…I’ll let you…be the boss…” “That’s better. Now…Take another taste.” And just like that, that amazing shaft was lowered to his mouth, allowing him to taste it again, to feel it spreading his jaws open, giving him the chance to really, really feel it again. He moaned around the shaft, sucking it eagerly, bobbing his head back and forth along the stiff, musky rod. He slathered it with attention, his tongue working like mad along the underside even as his jaws felt painfully stretched. As it popped back into his throat, he groaned, but he still forced himself to keep going, to swallow and suck, suck and swallow, forcing it further and further back until he was finally all the way down at the base of the equine’s shaft. He could feel those huge, leathery balls against his chin, forcing him to taste the whole thing, and he [i]loved[/i] it. [i]Addict…[/i] The thought came to him, but he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he just kept sucking, blowing, puffing, huffing over that shaft. He sucked it down to the base, then to the tip, then back to the base, twisting his head side to side to allow it to brush against the top of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks. It was hard for him to think of anything but that fat cock, and he found himself slipping further and further down, moaning, even cumming hands-free in his pants from the feeling of that big, fat, perfect cock. [i]More…more…[/i] His fantasies were running away with him, taking him down the road of debauchery that he had never gone on. He had never, ever been this eager for something, never wanted a cock like this before. Never wanted sex like this before. But now…now, more than ever, he [i]needed[/i] it. When Nor finally pulled back again, he thought that he was going to be tormented with another demand. Instead, the mule looked him over, smirked, and nodded to himself. “Strip.” That was an order he could follow. Holt didn’t even have to think about it; he wished it, and the timeline shifted slightly, taking his clothes from him and giving it to someone at a different point, his body bared to the mule’s eyes. He was not a bad looking man, by any means. The olive-skinned Holt had a decent body, with pecs that were hard and strong, but with some new bits of softness under them that made them push forward a little more than they should. His gut was restrained, but fighting against that restraint from his more sedentary, research-based life. And between his legs, a cock that was slightly over six inches throbbed eagerly, bouncing up and down as he looked at the naked mule. “That’s better,” Nor said with a small chuckle. “Though I expected a little more to match the ego.” “Mmmph…not all of us…are born horses…” And if he actually got more active, he might be able to add an inch or so to his dick, he had to admit. There was some softness down there that he really didn’t need. “Now…are we…” Holt groaned, pulling himself upright as the mule stood up. “Are we going to do this or not?” “Oh, we are most definitely doing this.” “How?” “Over the table with you.” “Wanting it rough, huh? I’ll have you know…I’m a bit more…delicate than that.” “Oh, don’t worry. By the time I’m done…you won’t want it any other way.” There was something to the way that Nor said that that sent shivers down his spine. The idea of that cock wrecking him, changing him, altering him… It was no different to what he could do with his time powers. He could change others, turn them into what he wanted by changing the way that their lives worked. If he could find the right way to do it, his tech and powers and plans could be as effective as this damn magic cock that was even now making its way towards his asshole. He groaned as he felt the heat of it against his pucker, reaching back on instinct to spread it further. He knew that he was being taken over, knew that he was being made to be an addict, but there was too little of his mind that cared about it to do anything to stop it, or even slow it down. The mule had won… At least, this round. The fat head pressed against his hole, lubed by his spit and the slime in his throat. He leaned his head against the table, braced himself, and hissed softly as it started to slide into him, pressing past his rim. “Fuck…so…so big…” “That’s something else you’ll need…little addict…” “Mmmph…not…not an addict…” “You will be.” There was a tone of satisfaction there that he heard all too clearly, and he knew that this Nor was something different to the Nor of this world. He [i]liked[/i] to put people in their place. This…this was going to be a wild ride… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]