Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

"Is there news of Harvey?" I asked when I came out of my tent the next morning. The only ones about were the tour guide and two of the Zimbabwean servants. Dirk Vandergrif, dressed in his trail clothes, sat at the open-air dining table, drinking coffee. The Zimbabweans, Madzinga and Taguma, were moving around the table, clearing it of breakfast dishes. Taguma hastened to bring me a cup of coffee—fixed just as I liked it. As he did so, he gave me a knowing smile and brushed his hand against my forearm as he pulled away. He was able to make me shiver. He was a handsome buck. All three of the servants were, for that matter. And all three were sturdy enough to twist me into a pretzel shape if they wished too.

I more than once during the tour had fantasized on one of them manhandling me and taking me hard—just as that black bull boatman on the Nyasa Lake had, following me up from the dock after ferrying us across the lake and into the bushes, where he pinned me to the ground, covered my mouth with his hand, trapped me under his powerful body, and fucked me to heaven. Imagine his surprise when I not only didn't report him for taking me unwillingly but also moved my pelvis in counterthrust with his, grunting my approval of the fuck. I had flirted mercilessly with him on the boat, which I accepted as giving him license to do what he did.

I struggled with him a bit when he had me on the ground, but he was too powerful for me, all black, shiny muscle. He was pleased that I struggled with him, but somewhat surprised that he entered me so easily with his big, black dick, as often as Harvey was using me and how aroused my body was by the black boatman from the time we were half way across the lake and I was imagining him inside me. Once saddled, huge, possessing, throbbing inside me, the boatman's surprise had turned to awe and lust, as I set my efforts to the task at hand, spread my legs, elevated my pelvis to give him maximum access, and moved with his ever-quickening stroking. The pleasure was cloud-walking for both of us, and we'd attained a mutual ejaculation. I always did better with a big, black cock.

"I was told there will be no word until late afternoon," Dirk said. "We might as well go ahead with our drive into the bush of Zambezi National Park to observe the wildlife. I know you've seen your fill of elephants, but there are lions, monkeys, and baboons in the park as well."

"Where are the others?" I asked, looking around the deck and making a sweep of the line of tents without seeing any evidence of human animals.

"They went ahead. An earlier start would have been better, but I figured you needed your rest. You had quite an active night." I turned to look at him, and he was giving me the same knowing smile that Taguma had when he gave me my coffee. There obviously were no secrets of the night in this tent camp. He could just as easily have referenced my scare in the night at finding Harvey so ill as a reason I needed my sleep. He obviously was making a point to have made an allusion to Rao's visit later in the night and fucking me in challenging positions.

Funny thing, though, that he somehow had hustled Rao out to take the earlier tour, and his night had been as active as mine was.

It might have been better if I had tuned in to what was on the tour guide's mind.

We set out in a Land Rover, the four of us—Madzinga and Taguma in front and Dirk Vandergrif in the back, with me. The road was rough even from the beginning and deteriorated steadily the deeper we drove into the scrub bush that was the Zambezi National Park. We were jostled about in the Land Rover, and Vandergrif made no effort not to be pressed into my side or to grip my knee or thigh to steady himself. If he expected it to arouse me sexually, it did. He was a powerfully built and ruggedly handsome man. I could tell that it aroused him. The crotch of his shorts filled out. I could see the line of his engorged cock through the material—even that he was cut. Madzinga was driving; Taguma regularly looked into the backseat with a grin that seemed to convey that he knew something that I didn't.

As it turned out he did.

We saw elephants—in groups of parades—and giraffes—in towers—out in the open areas, and where there were stands of scraggly umbrella trees, we saw monkeys. What we weren't seeing was lions, and although I didn't really care if we saw one or not, Vandergrif insisted that I needed to see one, and kept urging Taguma forward along worsening road tracks deeper into the scrub. Another thing we didn't see was the larger Land Rover the rest of the group had taken. That should have alerted me to what Vandergrif was doing.

Eventually, the track we were on just stopped. It stopped in a stand of trees.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"At the end of this trail, obviously," Vandergrif said, with a grin. The two Zimbabweans had their heads turned to the backseat and were grinning at me as well.

"Obviously," I said. "I think we can go back now. I don't need to see a lion that much. Maybe there will be news of Harvey by the time we get back."

"There's something I want from you first," Vandergrif said. "Something Madzinga and Taguma want too."

"What?" I asked. But from the way the three of them were ogling me, already imagining me with my clothes off and writhing under them, I didn't really have to ask.

"We want the same that you have been giving Wingate and Rao. We want you to give it us to us willingly and well. I heard Rao say that you are a prostitute. We want your ass. Payment will be a ride back to the river."

"I don't think—"

"Your choice is to let each of us fuck you or we can leave you here and let you find your own way back to camp."

Well, if he put it that way—and, besides, I would have been willing to lie under any of them anyway. They were all hunks. The blacks were what I liked best; they promised to be black bulls. In fact I could see now that it was more than a promise. They both had fat, juicy cocks out and were stroking them to fullness. It had just been the demand—the sneakiness of getting it. And it had been the insensitivity of getting it with Harvey off in a hospital in another country. Of course, what was the difference between that and Rao coming to my tent last night after Harvey had been taken away? And I had accepted Rao without objection of the propriety of us fucking under those circumstances. I had gone to Rao myself with Harvey in my bed, sick.

Vandergrif had his cock out too, and it wasn't anything extra special, but it was nice enough. He cupped the back of my neck and I didn't resist the drawing of my face down to his lap or the opening of my mouth over his cock and giving him head. I gave Madzinga and Taguma head too before the three fucked me in succession.

The tour guide took me first, and at length, starting off with me, naked—the three of them kept their shorts on—sitting on his cock, facing him, in the backseat and leveraging off my feet as I rose and fell on the cock. The session with him ended with me laying on the seat, legs out of the open door of the Land Rover, ankles resting on Vandergrif's shoulders, as he crouched on the ground at the side of the vehicle and fucked me missionary style. Taguma came into me immediately after Vandergrif pulled out and fucked me in the same position. Madzinga made me stand on the ground beside the open door, with my chest on the backseat and him fucking me doggie style from behind as he buried his fist in the hair on my head and arched my head back at him. Both of the blacks were hung and gave me quite a ride, which was short but rough and vigorous.

Vandergrif fucked me again in various positions on the drive back to Elephant Camp West.

No one said anything on the ride back about the need to see a lion. They'd seen and done what they came out into the bush for. Although I showed irritation, beyond the nagging concern for Harvey, I didn't feel irritation; I felt satiation. I indeed was just a male prostitute, and was becoming increasingly content in that role. Any of the three of these men were more satisfying than sex with Harvey. We had gotten into a rut despite the challenging positions. There was something exciting and taboo about sex with these men—and with Rao—out here in the wilds of Africa.

"I wouldn't suggest you get ugly about this," Vandergrif said, as we drove back into the camp. The other Land Rover wasn't back yet. "I have friends in high places in Livingstone and this park. It would be your word against mine."

He did a double take from my response. "I won't say anything if you come to my tent tonight—if Harvey isn't back—and fuck me in more comfortable circumstances," I said.

He paused for a moment, and then grinned. "And Madzinga and Taguma?"

"Yes, them too. No use pretending the three of you don't know me totally now. But, speaking of Harvey, shouldn't we call the hospital to see how he's doing?"

"No need."

"Why isn't there a need? Is he back already? Did you see him as we drove in? I didn't."

"No, there's no need, because I already knew before we drove out this morning. Mr. Wingate died in hospital last night. They haven't determined what caused the fever, but it was too much for him. He had a heart attack."

"Harvey's dead? And you knew this morning? You didn't tell me because you wanted to get me out in the bush and fuck me?"

"Yes to all. There wasn't anything any of us could do for him, and it didn't hurt you to know about it later than sooner."

I stood and stared him down for a long moment. I had to admit I wasn't surprised about Harvey. We knew he had heart problems. He knew he was taking a chance by pursuing his bucket list and, especially, going on something as challenging as this safari. We'd even discussed it, and he had said it was the way he wanted to go. What had primarily irritated me with all of that was that we hadn't discussed what that meant for me—that he'd just leave me—and leave me high and dry. I couldn't have been left any higher and dryer than here in the middle of Africa. I knew I would inherit nothing from him. He had family with rights and they hadn't accepted his arrangement with me. I had no intention of challenging that. But I'd lost him now. And I was standing in the middle of Africa without even a ticket home as far as I knew. Harvey made all of the travel arrangements. I had no idea how firm they were and whether passage home had been booked and paid for.

But my mind was racing ahead. This bastard standing in front of me had known Harvey was dead before he took me out in the bush and fucked me—and he still took me out in the bush and fucked me. "Knowing Harvey was dead you still took me out in the bush and fucked me," I said, accusingly.

"You're just a prostitute. Wingate told me you were—that you were just with him for the free ride. You liked it; you wanted it. You've said as much."

"That was before I knew what a bastard you are," I said. "Knowing that now, just forget any visit in the night. I have weapons. You come close to me again, and I'll use them. I may not kill you, but I'll sure as hell cut your balls off." With that, I turned and walked back to my tent.

Vandergrif caught up with me at the entrance of the tent and wrapped his arms around me. He hustled me over to the bed, threw me down, landed on top of me. I struggled with him, but he was too heavy, big, and powerful for me. He backhanded me twice across the face, which subdued me. I didn't fight him when he slapped my thighs apart or when he forced himself inside me. Once he had his dick inside me, I calmed down and concentrated on the shaft that possessed and filled me and soon would be moving inside me, transporting me to another, higher world if only for twenty minutes of time. I couldn't deny it; I lived to having a man's dick inside me.

And when he set a rhythm of the fuck, I moved my pelvis with him and moaned for him and we worked together in the dance of the fuck. I was no longer struggling with him; I was writhing under him in lust and passion. He knew the difference, and he laughed at my quick and total surrender to him. He took me hard, pounding me deep and fast, and I clutched at his buttocks with my hands, wrapped my legs around his thighs, and met his thrusts with counterthrusts. We were a grunting and groaning fucking machine.

When he'd come and pulled out of me, he stood beside the bed, looking down at me, the conqueror. "I'll leave you alone now, but don't try to pretend that you aren't randy for it. And don't forget who has the power out here in the African wilderness."

When he left the tent, I rolled over and beat the mattress in frustration. I couldn't help it. I wanted him inside me again—I wanted them all inside me again. I couldn't help it.