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release. “Perhaps you would like a little help? It appears your attempt did not work.”
    Unable to speak, Alec flipped him off instead, then gingerly shoved his dick back into his pants. No way in hell was he fucking a guy. Or letting a guy fuck him. Especially one with a flagpole dick. Besides, the eyeful Gesh gave him was probably what messed him up. Seriously, that shit between him and Roni? Totally fucking twisted. Only reason it’d rubbed Alec right at all was because he was so horny from that fruit. All Alec needed was another go. Another lap without all the visuals. But if for some crazy reason he still couldn’t bust? His body would definitely burn that fruit off. Either way, it was just a matter of time.
    Gesh chuckled again as he turned to leave, his post-romp timbre deeper than ever. “Suit yourself, human, but this I promise you. Soon you will not only want our cocks, but will crave them above all else.”
    Scowling through another grimace, Alec watched him go, just as the trio started waking. And just like his had undoubtedly done, their expressions quickly ran the gamut of emotions. Drowsy confusion. Growing alarm. Shock. Then finally panic. Alec exhaled heavily. Those poor, clueless scientists had no idea how bad it truly was.
    Fuck, it was going to be a really long night.

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
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    Alec woke the next morning to the sound of arguing. Specifically, that of Chet and one of Gesh’s cronies.
    “For the last fucking time, get your paws off my shit!” 
    A deep, amused rumble. “You mean my shit.”
    “No, you bitch. I mean fucking mine. Touch it again and I’ll kick your purple ass.”
    A robust laugh followed after that. “I would much enjoy seeing you try.”
    “Yeah? Well, untie me and I’ll get right on that.”
    Looked like Gesh wasn’t the only one head-talking with Alec’s team.
    Groaning softly, Alec peeled open his eyes, noting how it was barely light. And how Chet and Roni were having a glare-off. Well, Chet was glaring. Roni was brazenly smirking. Alec would’ve shaken his head if he could have. Unfortunately, the fact that Chet looked so wide awake meant he hadn’t slept at all last night, or something had pulled him out of his slumber early.
    Alec couldn’t decide which prospect was worse. Just the thought of their captors being around them unsupervised made him tense. Didn’t trust those bastards as far as he could throw them. And considering how much they undoubtedly weighed, he probably couldn’t even heft one off the ground. But if Chet didn’t sleep that would mean the poor guy most likely wasn’t feeling too hot. For reasons Alec would rather not think about. Not that he couldn’t already feel his morning wood raging like a beast against his fly. Although, typically, “morning wood” implied a waking freshie, and Alec’s was probably the same one from last night.
    He shifted against his tree post and regarded Gesh’s roguish crew. In dawn’s early light, he could see them much better than before with just a campfire to go by. They definitely looked very similar to Gesh, but now he saw definite differences. Like the varying designs of their body piercings, or the unique cuts and stitching of their “kilts.” Even the curve to their horns differed subtly, as did the appearance of their dreads. Some were longer, or thicker, or pulled back.
    Alec glanced to where he’d last seen his team, bound to their individual trees. Yup, still there, and just like Alec, they too were now wide awake. Chet’s bitching worked better than his alarm clock back on base. Not that Alec begrudged him for being so pissed. For fuck’s sake, thanks to those miscreants going through their stuff, they were now tied up with their own freaking rope. The irony of it was like a kick in the balls.
    Gesh appeared from the trees, adjusting his kilt as if he’d just finished taking a piss. Something that Alec needed to do badly. Morning wood or not, his bladder was