Life in the Oasis

Author's Note

This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read

Part 1

and

Part 2

, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to completely understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply continue from here. If you like what you read here, there's plenty more in the previous two books!

Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, and I do my best to ensure that the tags are correct and comprehensive for each chapter. These stories touch on a variety of sexual subjects, like male and female bisexuality, gay sex, lots of interracial sex, some incest, oodles of group sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, all set in a near future universe where sex is far more open than in our world. You'll find a lot of the standard tropes turned on their heads here, so don't be surprised to have your assumptions challenged!

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Saturday night, June 5, 2032

Naked City Motel, Las Vegas

The proprietress of the Naked City Motel had seen some shit. A grizzled veteran of the Vegas scene, she'd saved all the money she'd earned as a showgirl, then later as a waitress, and all the while as a part-time mistress to one of the old casino moguls back in the 80s and 90s. That cash, along with a small life insurance policy on her long-dead husband, gave her enough money to buy the motel back in the mid-90s, and she'd been running it ever since.

Belle Dix had no illusions about what she was doing. She'd worked in those big hotels. Those were fine, as they went. But the working class, and those on the economic rung below them, needed a place to lay their heads, too. And so did the pimps, whores, drug addicts, drunks and fugitives that were part of the local color of Las Vegas. Everybody was welcome at the Naked City Motel -- so long as you could pay. And whether it was by the hour or by the day, week or even month, she gladly took their money and asked no questions about what they were doing or with whom.

Belle watched as the two Black youths casually strolled past the office, coming from the direction of the Seven-Eleven and the dry cleaners down the other end of the block. The older one had just paid for room 10 for six months. The other one -- and they had to be related, as they looked so similar -- she'd only started seeing here in the last few weeks. They could have been her grandchildren, she thought with a grin, although she was darker than both. Her mother had been from Africa, although she'd grown up in Vegas.

The older youth she knew well. Not only was he the collections man for the local gang she paid protection money to, he'd been using her hotel for years now, especially in the last six months. Without fail, he'd arrive, and half an hour later a car would drive up and a couple would emerge, tap on the door, and enter the motel room. For an hour or so the couple remained, and then they would leave, and a few minutes after that, the lone Black man would leave.

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on there. Invariably, the next day she'd be cleaning cum stained sheets and spraying air freshener to get the stink of sex out of the air. She'd considered making him pay a deposit for the sheets, but that was too much work to collect and repay. Easier to just charge an extra ten dollars per week.

She'd only seen the second youth a few times, but she liked the way he carried himself. The first man was arrogant, walking with a pimp roll that made it clear he felt like he owned the streets. But the younger man was more hesitant, like he was still finding his path, and she found that attractive. She never considered herself a cougar, but she wouldn't have minded a little extra attention from the younger man. Her looks weren't completely shot. She wondered how much they were charging.

The two young men had been in the room for an hour, and no car had yet arrived. This was a bit out of character for the pair, and she wondered what was going on.

"How much longer are we supposed to wait here?" Elijah asked. It was nearly ten at night and they had been waiting for over an hour for their scheduled date with yet another cuck couple that had found Red Dog on the Onyxed app.

"They payin' us to be here, so we'll be here," Red Dog said, rising from his seat on the motel room's bed. The bed, happy to be relieved of the weight of yet another body, creaked loudly. "The amount of money these fools pay us, we can afford to be patient, yo," Elijah's brother told him testily.

"The amount of money they're paying

you,

" Eli retorted. He was still upset at the split his brother had forced on him. He didn't want to be doing this, being paid for sex -- or in his case, attempted sex, since none of their dates had as yet been able to handle his enormous cock -- but what else could he do?

His father had turned to drugs, his brother to drugs and violence, and now sex, to make money. Whoever coined the adage that crime doesn't pay apparently never lived in West Las Vegas. Red Dog was doing well enough to support their mother and keep a roof over both their heads. But if Elijah ever wanted to escape West Las Vegas, he needed his own way to make money. He'd use it to get an education to find a job that would pay him enough to get far away from here. In the end, everything came down to money and how to get it.

Cash rules everything around me, CREAM get the money; dolla, dolla bill, y'all,

Elijah sang in his head. The Wu-Tang Clan had said it best almost forty years ago.

"Why you still whinin' about the split? Like I said, lil' bro, when you start pulling your weight around here, I'll consider upping your take. But I'm the one doing all the work."

"It's not my fault I was born this way," Elijah said, gesturing towards his crotch. "I didn't ask for this. I wish I didn't have it. I wish I could just be normal," he lamented.

His brother laughed at him. "You the smartest fucking idiot I know, Boog," Red Dog said, shaking his head. "God gives you a gift and you want to give it back. What the hell's the matter with you?"

"When we're alone, can you please just call me by my real name, Curtis?"

"Fuck that noise. You gotta get used to hearing your street name. Stop fightin' it."

Elijah was about to continue the argument, but the telltale light from a pair of car headlights shone through the bars protecting the motel room windows. This had to be their date for the evening.

"Now listen, lil' bro. This is going to be a different date tonight, okay? Just go with it and don't make any fucking noise. I told you before sometimes when we do this shit, we have to put up with weirdos, but they're paying almost five figures for this date tonight, and you get a third of that, so just shut up and do what I tell you, aight? You take those pills I gave you?"

Elijah perked up at the thought of making nearly three grand in a single session -- far more than the paltry hundred bucks he'd received for the tryst with the mail-order bride. This was more like what he'd expected when his brother had dangled the idea of sex for money in front of him. But how weird was weird?

His brother had given him a double dose of over-the-counter Viagra, which he'd dutifully taken before they'd left home. He nodded to Red Dog but said nothing. He was still lost in his thoughts.

His brother strictly controlled access to the Onyxed app and never showed him the photos or the profiles of the couples they were to meet. Elijah had no idea who or what would be walking through that door.

That worried Elijah, who was already not keen on this whole situation. He had been counting the minutes until Monday. Bunny, the escort his brother had set him up with a few weeks ago, had offered to help him get a job at the Elysium hotel if he wanted one.

He hadn't told his brother about Bunny's offer, nor that he was contemplating accepting it.

There was a tap on the door, and Red Dog crossed the room and cracked the door open. He saw what he expected, apparently, because he opened the door the whole way and let the pair into the room.

Elijah was shocked and then angered. He hadn't signed up for this.

The man who entered the room first looked completely normal. He was white, of middling height, salt and pepper hair and beard, looked to be in pretty good shape, probably in his late thirties. Elijah thought he looked like your typical cuck, except he was radiating an air of complete control. Blue blazer, crisp white shirt, khaki pants, expensive shoes.

In his hand, he had a leather leash that was attached by a gold chain to the collar of the person who entered behind him.

This person was absurdly tall, at least two hands taller than Elijah who was himself over six foot, and thin as a rail. They were dressed in a skimpy red cocktail dress that barely covered their ass. They were completely flat chested, and the cocktail dress hugged their body tightly. Around their neck was a leather collar with "BBC SLUT" written in silver letters, and the gold chain was attached to it. They were a few shades paler than their partner.

Other than their height, nothing would have been out of the ordinary to Elijah -- these were cuckold style liaisons, after all, so a little kink was expected. But what he hadn't expected was that the person on the end of that leash would be a man.

Now, they weren't dressed like a man. But Elijah could see their hands, the prominent Adam's apple and the bulge in the crotch of the cocktail dress that gave it away.

He had to admit that, but for the hands, neck, bulge and lack of breasts, the leashed man was pretty passable. His hair was long and curly, tinted blonde and he appeared to be completely hairless otherwise. His makeup was tasteful, brightening his cheeks and lips. His legs were his best feature, ending in a pair of red stiletto heels that made his ass look very good in the cocktail dress.

Elijah almost started up out of the cuck chair to object, but his brother had been staring knives at him this entire time, as if daring him to say a word.

"I'm Max," the older man said. "This is my husband, Tracy."

"Hello Max and Tracy," Red Dog said, stepping up to the pair. "I'm Red Dog, and this is my brother, Boog."

"Are you really brothers?" Tracy asked. His voice was a deep, manly baritone. It fit with his height but not with how he was dressed or made up.

"Yep, he's my younger brother. I got the good looks of the family," Red Dog said, laughing. "But he makes up for it with that thang between his legs, yo."

Elijah blushed furiously, his emotions raging through him. He didn't want to do this. It was bad enough fucking women while their partners watched -- or, at least trying, because he'd not managed to do much more than wet the tip of his cock, thanks to his curse -- but he wasn't gay and had no desire to fuck or suck another man.

"Oh my God," Tracy breathed. "This is a dream come true," he said. Max smiled at Tracy and stroked his face gently.

"Happy birthday, love," he said. "We've talked about this for a long time, but I wanted to make tonight special for you."

"Max, I couldn't have asked for a better present than this!" He grinned and leaned in to kiss his partner.

Elijah was touched. It was clear these two loved each other, regardless of how weird this situation was, and that lessened his qualms a bit about what they were here to do. But that didn't banish them completely.

His brother smiled and began to take off his clothes. Elijah sat there thinking, still not entirely sure he was willing to go along with this. He'd made a deal with himself last month when they'd started this that if it ever got to be too weird, he'd bail and give up this life. And he was dangerously close to doing just that. He could stand up and leave, and let his brother clean up this mess. He was furious with Curtis, furious he hadn't been more up front about this date tonight, and furious with himself for being so stupid as to trust his brother. And a part of him was let down -- he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, tonight would be the night when they had a date with a woman who could handle his cock.

And while this Tracy may have been willing, he didn't have a pussy, and Elijah didn't think there was an ass on the planet that could handle his penis without causing permanent damage. Now, this was naïve on his part, but it was what he believed.

Yet, he didn't get up. He didn't stalk out of the room. He didn't protest or rage at his brother for not being upfront about the situation.

Instead, he sighed to himself, then simply stood up and began pulling off his clothes, just as his brother had.

Three thousand dollars was almost a semester's worth of tuition. He couldn't turn that down. But he resolved to himself that this was it. He was done with his brother's games, done with this business. He was going to see Bunny and find out what the Elysium could do for him. He'd even take a job sweeping the floors if it meant he could pay for school and not have to be humiliated every few nights by his brother's sex work.

Red Dog was naked now, stroking his cock, while Max and Tracy looked on. Boog's shirt was off, and he tugged down his gym shorts, freeing the monster lurking between his legs.

"Oh, shit," Max said softly. He took a step back and almost fell into the cuck chair. "You weren't kidding, Red Dog," he said softly. "I thought you were bullshitting us with that photo."

Tracy said nothing. His eyes smoldered with desire, and he took a step forward, completely ignoring Red Dog, and took Boog's cock in his hands.

"There is no way I can get this thing in my ass, Max," he said, looking over at his partner. Boog sighed inwardly, although he hadn't expected anything different. "But I'm going to give you the best blowjob of your life, Boog," Tracy told him.

Tracy sank to his knees, opened his mouth and slid the tip of Boog's cock in. Boog closed his eyes, and let Tracy enjoy himself. Max had dropped the leash, which clinked onto the ground as Tracy knelt and soon the sounds of a wet, squelchy blowjob were filling the air of the apartment.

Red Dog's heart was beating faster. Ever since he'd overheard that Sinclair kid and his now husband fucking in the room next door, Red Dog had been obsessed with gay sex. He couldn't get enough of it. He was watching hours of gay porn, and scrolling the hook up sites, contemplating taking the plunge. But something always held him back, some fear that if word got out that he was bisexual, that it would cost him his street cred. And in Red Dog's world, reputation was his most precious commodity.

He knew other guys in the gang were gay or bi. Twitch, the OG of the Bloods, was known to enjoy male company, and he knew that Twitch and Detour, one of the rare Hispanic members of the overwhelmingly Black gang, were old butt buddies. He'd always sneered at that relationship and was pleased when Detour left town in a hurry with a price on his head.

Secretly, though, he'd envied them. Red Dog wanted a relationship like that, a friends with benefits with another dude, where he could explore this side of him in relative safety.

So when he found this couple on Onyxed, he thought it was the perfect cover. Nobody would look down on him for taking ten grand from a gay couple for sex -- being gay-for-pay was just another part of sex work, after all and nobody really cared about that -- and he could watch his brother in action, too. It was the best of both worlds.

His cock had started to rise the second Tracy's knees hit the floor. Now, without touching it, he was hard as a rock, his cock twitching to the beat of his heart, and pointing at the pair standing a few feet from him.

Tracy knew what he was doing, his large hands making Boog's enormous prick look even larger by comparison. His mouth was moving up and down on Boog's cock, and despite its size, he was able to get nearly half of it in his mouth.

Boog, for his part, seemed to be enjoying it. He'd thrown his head back and closed his eyes. The double dose of Viagra seemed to be working. Tracy had stroked Boog's cock to its full size, and once there it had stayed that way.

Tracy was moaning loudly while he sucked Boog's cock, and soon his hands strayed down to his own penis, which was fully erect and threatening to tear a hole in the fabric of his red dress. Red Dog licked his lips as he saw Tracy pull up his dress and begin to stroke his cock. It was a good size, although smaller than those of the two Black men, uncut, and leaking pre-cum.

He stepped up and put his cock within reach of Tracy's large hands, but Tracy ignored Red Dog completely, focusing totally on Boog's enormous member. It was like he was completely mesmerized by it and had eyes for nothing else.

"Suck that cock, baby," Max urged. "Get as much of that big black cock in your mouth as you can take. There's another one waiting for you, baby," he said, nodding to Red Dog. "They're all yours," he said, a smile on his face. "Happy birthday!"

Max's comment woke Tracy up from his tunnel vision, and he realized Red Dog's member was right there by his face. He let go of Boog's penis and shifted his attention to Red Dog and began to bathe the new cock with his tongue.

Boog looked at this brother's face and saw the look of rapture it held. This was a side of Curtis he'd never seen before. He'd known his big brother was well-traveled sexually, but he had no idea that he'd even consider doing something like this. That look on his face was not the look of a man who was simply gay-for-pay. He was clearly enjoying it, and not the way Boog had been enjoying it.

For his part, with his eyes closed, Boog could pretend it was Bunny sucking his cock, or Nancy, the girl from their last tryst. But Red Dog was staring at Tracy, watching Tracy jerk his own cock while swallowing Red Dog's. He even saw his brother lick his lips, his eyes glued to the white cock sticking out below the bunched up red fabric of Tracy's cocktail dress.

He pushed the thought from his mind and focused on trying to give the couple their money's worth. He gripped his cock and began to stroke it, closing his eyes again and remembering how Bunny smelled, and how Nancy's breasts had felt in his hands.

"Fuck me," Tracy said, staring up at Red Dog's eyes. "I know I can't handle your brother's cock, but I want yours in my ass, right now!"

Red Dog smiled at Tracy and lifted him up off his knees. Tracy unhooked the leash from his slut collar and handed it to his husband. The cocktail dress came off, landing in a pile at Max's feet. He smiled, and sat back in the cuck chair, watching and rubbing his crotch. He was still fully dressed.

Tracy climbed onto the bed, which creaked and groaned in protest.

"Yo, Boog, get me that lube from the bathroom," Red Dog ordered.

Boog kept stroking his cock as he walked to the tiny bathroom on the far side of the motel room, so as not to lose his erection, even though that was unlikely given the amount of sildenafil coursing through his veins. He emerged with a tube of Astroglide, which he dutifully handed to his brother.

Tracy wiggled his ass at the two men, his own cock still hard and hanging down towards the bed, as he assumed the position.

Red Dog squirted a handful on his dick, rubbed it in and then lined up his cock with the entrance to Tracy's bubble butt. Boog had to admit that man's ass was juicy, which sent a thrill and another bit of shock through him. He must be horny if this was actually turning him on.