Joe only fully realized what had happened as the thick cock was dragged out of his mouth, leaving a sweet trail across the length of his tongue. Joe looked up into the chiseled face of onyx, though his eyes were wet from tears that had been pushed from them. Sweat glistened across the forehead and chest of the man and his muscles looked poised and ready for war. He grabbed Joe by the arm, bringing him to his feet, and guided his face to his own. Slipping his thick pink tongue against Joe’s, he lapped at the taste of his own seed. He swallowed, kissed Joe softly, and held Joe’s head between his hands as he spoke to him intently. “You must go tonight, while he is away.”

Joe struggled to recoil from the strange command but was held firmly in place. “Go where?” he asked.

“To the field. You must remove our shackles and bury them there so we can be free,” the man explained, glancing at the gold band that encircled his leg. “Then I’ll come for you, if you wish.”

Joe was stupefied once again by the strange request and with the thought of even returning to the mysterious pumpkin patch, but as he looked into the beautiful eyes of the man in front of him, he realized something had changed. Though his mind assured him it was crazy, he sensed without a doubt that he knew him from another time, long ago. “Who are you?” Joe asked.

“Xerxes,” the man answered plainly as if Joe should already know this.

He had not conceived of being with a man before and yet now suddenly he knew without a doubt whoever this strange creature was, he was destined to spend his life with him. Joe nodded. “What do I have to do?”

WITH A loud clank the black bag landed on the passenger seat of the Jaguar as Joe climbed in and stuck the key in the ignition. In the bag were eight gold shackles, each of which he’d painstakingly removed from the legs of his evening guests. For some reason they themselves were unable to remove the shackles, which harnessed a sort of mind control over their prisoners. Joe seethed at the thought of the antediluvian man and his pumpkin patch somehow wielding control over these people, and especially over Xerxes. His life had slowly crumbled over the course of the last two years, and now in a single night he felt as if his whole world and his future hung in the balance. It all depended on whether he could free this man. He stepped on the gas, and the car sailed forward.