Magic Tower

Private Eyes

The Judge shifted in his seat as he stared through the scope of his sniper rifle. He was alone in the dark room, waiting. Watching.

Through the scope, Judge saw him. Casino's shining, golden chassis, on his hands and knees on the dirty bed of one of the saloon's private rooms. Behind him was--someone. Some man, a construction robot it looked like, pushing their hips forward and back mechanically, pounding into him so fast it looked like a piston.

He couldn't hear Casino, but Judge saw him throw his head back. He must have been crying out, begging for more. The robot behind him was a big guy, stocky, built for hard work, and Judge remembered how Casino studied his own broad shoulders and sturdy calves. He must have a type, he thought. Big, strong men.

Judge's cock throbbed stiffly, and he let out a hiss as he tried vainly to ignore it. The white glow of his optics narrowed further as he focused, studying the curves of Casino's golden hips.

From the day they'd met, something about Casino needled at the Judge. He was flippant, rakish, always seeming to have some ulterior motive--but more than that, it was his confidence that prickled at the older man. On nights like this, Casino would go to saloons and gamble, drink, make eyes at these men. Go to their rooms. Offer himself to them, like a piece of meat, let them fuck him--and then he would return to the Drifter, adjusting his bolo tie, tugging his shirt back into position, as if it was of no consequence at all. As if...as if it were just part of who he was.

Something boiled within the Judge's brain. Something festered. Something ached, and his thoughts began to wander--

And suddenly it was him behind Doc Casino, holding him down by his shoulders, driving his powerful cock into Casino's ass again and again. Making him howl with static, making him beg, although whether it was for more or mercy Judge didn't know or care. Casino wanted to get fucked so bad, well, he'd get his wish. Judge would give it to him, use him, fill him, if only he weren't so god damn afraid--afraid of something he didn't dare to name.

Finally, it was over. The construction robot had left, and Casino sat on the bed, cleaning himself up. Through the scope, Casino looked up and turned his display. He stared out the window--straight at the Judge--cocked his head--and smiled.

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