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suit over a long stick, adjusting it until it hung down to Drum’s shoulder.
    “Throw the dirt in here,” he said over his shoulder, patting the sling he’d made. “We can’t throw it outside the pit or it might draw attention to us.”
    Drum tried not to stare at the lightly defined muscles in Jake’s back and arms, a difficult task considering how those muscles flexed as he worked. And his ass was damn near perfect, tight with a fair amount of meat to nibble and lick. His cock twitched when he thought about running his hands up Jake’s broad back and squeezing his shoulders in a silent request for him to bend over so he could sink into Jake’s tight hole. While Jake had his back to him, Drum reached beneath his loincloth and stroked himself. He hadn’t hidden his erection since he jumped into this pit. He wasn’t going to start now. His arousal would make him work faster. He couldn’t wait to get Jake into the safety zone where he could take his time exploring Jake’s mind and body. He wanted to discover his likes and dislikes, taste him, skim his fingers through his hair, trace the contours of his muscles, and of course, stroke his cock into a stiff, erect shaft. Then he’d take him, starting the transformation process with long, swift strokes inside Jake’s tight ass.
    Oh, yeees . The firm pulls on his cock drew heat all around his balls. With regret, he dropped his hand before he got carried away with the pleasure of masturbating, and started digging.
    As much as it would speed up the process, the two of them couldn’t work side by side at the bottom of the pit, so Drum told Jake to clear the partially blocked opening at the top of the pit. “The Tygess --Wallabusk killers --have an innate fear of depths, so they stay clear of open holes.”
    “The Wallabusks can’t reach in and tear off the door?”
    “No. Their tentacles are useless on the flat surface of the door.”
    Jake ripped a hunk of tangled vines out of the way. It took more effort than time to uncover the hatch. Dirt scraped through the top hinges as Drum pushed the thick metal door in and latched it open on the inside. The low entry required him to wiggle through on his belly. This zone must’ve been closed for quite awhile. The stale air was barely breathable. Using the sunlight from outside to see into the dim space, he reached into the bin inside the doorway and activated several light sticks. Once inside, he crawled across the dirt floor to the air regenerator panel and punched in the temperature to High Cool. A warm breeze wafted through the small space. Since the drinking water continually cycled through the mini tower, it always tasted fresh, but he tested it anyway. After all the running and digging he’d done, the water refreshed him. At the back of the room, he sat down with crossed legs facing the door and called out to Jake. “Come in!”
    As expected, Jake didn’t look very happy with the accommodations. He threw his sack in before he crawled inside. “Fuck, it’s small in here.”
    Slightly longer than Jake’s frame when he stretched his arms out in front of him and tall enough for an average Alishon male to sit but not stand, the space was designed for utility, not comfort. Balanced on the balls of his feet, Jake reached over his head and placed his hand flat on the concrete ceiling. “I’ll go nuts in here for three moons.”
    “It will suffice.”
    “It’s stuffy as hell.”
    “Leave the hatch open for a minute. It will cool down quickly.” Drum filled a narrow bottle with water and handed it to Jake. “Any other complaints?”
    Jake made a face at the dirt floor but said nothing. He braced his back against the longer wall adjacent to Drum and sat with his arms slung around his folded legs, the water bottle dangling from his fingertips. Drum let him grow accustomed to the space. A far-off animal cry reminded him to close the door, but just as he was about to get up to take care of it, Jake stretched his long