Duke barked a laugh at the absurd command.  He was a hero— more than that, a celebrity.  He was used to having the ground he walked on worshiped.  He could walk out of this trailer right then and pick up anyone he wanted off the street.  And here she was, telling him to clean his mess off her junkie boytoy… 

“Clean?” he asked.  “What kinda host makes a guest clean?”

“The kind of host you don’t want to piss off, pretty boy.”

Her hand smoothed across Dude’s chest, dipping beneath his trench coat.  She slowly revealed a gun, looking to him to make sure he saw it before sliding it back in its place.  Point taken.

Lucky for her, he liked to be challenged every once in a while.  He dropped to one knee, right in between the legs of the Postal guy.  He tore his sunglasses off and hung them on the neck of his tank top so he could get a good look at this Dude.  He took the man’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning his head for a better view.  Damn, he was a fugly sonuvabitch.  Gaunt cheeks, sunken eyes, big ass forehead, thin lips, and thinning hair.  Complete opposite of the chicks he bagged.  Complete opposite of the chick behind him with her cherubic resting bitch face.  It was almost charming.

Smirking, Duke leaned in to swipe his tongue up Dude’s cheek.  The other man tensed and cringed, but he didn’t let him pull away.  After collecting a bit of spunk on his tongue, he smashed their mouths together.  He silenced the muffled grunt of surprise by knifing his tongue between Dude’s cracked lips.  Before he could even suck the taste of his own cock off the other tongue, he felt a shove to his forehead.  He broke away, leaving a string of saliva bridging between his mouth and Dude’s.

“Need somethin’, ma’am?” he asked Minerva, seeing her peer over Dude’s shoulder.

“Quit fucking around and give Dude the blowjob he earned.”

Duke held to fingers to his temple in a sarcastic salute.  He hooked the waistband of Dude’s ruined boxers with one finger and tugged them down.  His soaked little stiffy bobbed up out of an unruly mess of red curls.  It was unimpressive, to put it lightly.  Probably on the shorter side of average.  He looked up to Minerva, who had her chin perched on Dude’s shoulder and her arm around his waist.  Smug and smitten, the smirk on her face and narrowed eyes dared him to make a comment.  For once, he didn’t have one.  He was trying to wrap his mind around her obsession with this guy.  He wrapped a fist around the underwhelming thing and gave it a jerk for good measure.  It twitched in his grasp and pearl of precum oozed out the tip.

“Go on.  It won’t bite,” she urged, throwing his words back at him.

Duke huffed a laugh and leaned down, taking Dude into his mouth with little fanfare.  He swallowed every inch of him.  No choking hazard here… at least until it hit your tastebuds.  The moment he could taste it, he pulled back with a crinkled nose.

“Goddamn,” he sputtered, sticking his tongue out.  It was bitter, foul, reprehensible.  Tasted like piss and musty regret.  “You feed this runt outta an ashtray?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Nah.  Dude’s just an acquired taste,” she said, pressing her nose against his cheek affectionately.  “Now, quit being a pussy and acquire it.”

Duke looked between the two of them.  Minerva rubbing up on this deadbeat like he was the second coming of Christ and Dude looking down at him like he was proud of his sorry state.  He probably was… After all, there was something about him that she couldn’t resist.  Hell, it wouldn’t be a surprise if she was addicted all the drugs in his system at this point.

He grit his teeth, but ducked back down.  Of all the threats he faced, he wasn’t going to let these two get the best of him.  He allowed his hot breath to fan over the hard-on, inhaling through his nose one last time before sucking it again.  He took it all, lips reaching the nest of pubes.  He felt a hand on the back of his head.

“Mmm,” Dude groaned aloud.  His fingers couldn’t grasp the buzzed hair, but he still held Duke in place as he began to hump his mouth.  “Mmph, yeah…  That’s more like it…  Knew that mouth was good for something other spitting than stupid one-liners.”

Dude’s thrust were as sloppy and uncoordinated as one would expect from a guy like him.  There was no rhyme or reason, just rough, primal pounding.  He’d pump up to fuck Duke’s mouth and back down to impale himself on the strap that was still nestled deep inside him.  He’d been so worked up by the events leading to this that it didn’t take long for Dude to burst… Right in Duke’s mouth.  Spurt after spurt of bitter cum flooded Duke’s mouth without warning.  He gagged on it, having to pull off when bile threatened to rise up his throat.  It resulted in a facial of his own, courtesy of Dude.

“Aww, you match now,” Mistress said, swiping her thumb across Duke’s cheek.