The year is 2026. My name is Brin Suddak. I am an employee of the United Nations war crimes investigation service. I have been working in Central Africa, investigating the slaughter of over 1500 young boys and girls by the ALNA, a new and until then an unknown terrorist organization. At the conclusion of my investigation I went to South Africa for a week of rest and relaxation. I checked into a quiet hotel on the out skirts of Pretoria. After along hot soak in a hot tub and a good meal and a few beers, I retired for a long sleep.
I found my self standing in a long line of men and boys. I was dressed in short kilt, with a tank top like shirt. The line was moving slowly toward a large building, As I looked around I could see a large city to the west, and behind the line of men boys seemed to stretch for miles. When I got to head of the line a man(sic), well he stood on two legs but his head was like that of a large dog. He grabbed my arm and ran what looked a bar code scanner over my arm.
"You have been chosen as a server."
"Get into that line over there." and pointed to a very short line to my left.
"But" was all I had time to say and he applied a rod to my back. I screamed in pain and fell to the ground, I felt like my entire body had been hit by a bolt of Lightning.
"You will only speak when spoken to directly and then you say Sir or Master. I used only the lowest setting on the pain stick, would you like to receive more, if not move now.
"No Sir" as I quickly moved into the servers line.
Besides, he's already gotten his, cumming inside of me while making those crazy whimpers. We're on the job site see, outdoor work in mid-July and the air is fire hot every single blessed day. My divorce went through a decade ago & I've never been attracted to guys. But this boy, he must be 20, is just utterly beautiful. All day long, watching him without his shirt and in those shorts.
My dick was limp now, but it was wet, and sticky. It was Friday night. A basketball game at school. I'm a passer, but for the first time in my life, I was a shooter. I shot the winning basket and the crowd went wild. Trace Sanders smirks at me as we head for the locker room. Trace is the usual star of the team. We're both Juniors, 18 years old. There's been a little competition between us.
There was something of a family crisis so it was decided I'd visit the farm during the long summer holidays. The slow train pulled into the small rural town of Marton and stopped at the tiny railway station. I collected my suitcase from the Guard's van and looked around me. The platform was empty. I sat down on my suitcase and waited in the bright sunshine.
Fredro watched Sticky suck another tight breath of weed, blowing out a lazy breath. The smoke drifted, adding to the heavy stink of the cramped lounge. It was dim, lit only by the glow of the tv, the low light of a short lamp. The dimness, the heavy smell, and closeness of the lounge was comfortable. We started playing a game of Truth or Dare.
Not as many now as there used to be before they introduced all these hi-tech ideas, but enough to keep the industry going. Of course I go to all the pubs and clubs just in case I get lucky, but I get more from my favourite "Gents" than I do from them. That's more sex, in case you were wondering! Yes SEX in all its sucking, fucking, slurping glory. I reached out and took it in my ha.
Sutterman is a three-story building with all the rooms opening to the outside, and every pair of rooms is joined by a common bathroom shared by four residents. My roommate Mark had been my friend for some time, but he wasn't the kind of person I would have considered pursuing anything with. Joe was a different story.
I noticed I was oldest male in the servers line. All the others were boys or young men about 16- 18 years old.
After a short time 4 guards came up to the server line and said follow him and pointed to another guard waiting by a large doorway. We followed the guard into a large room.
"Strip off all your cloths now"
One of guards walked up to me and said "You are the lead server. You will be instructed in the duties and then you will train the others. Is this understood?
"Yes Sir"
"Good"
"You will follow me to the cleansing area."
He lead me to a cubicle.
"You will place your feet in the spots on the floor, then you will lean forward and grip the handles on the wall. When I tell you, you will close your eyes tightly, failure to close your eyes will result in total blindness. Do you understand?
"Yes Sir" remembering the pain stick.
"Close your eyes" . A bright light penetrated through my eyelids and I felt a brief heat over my entire body. and then I was washed in a very cold shower of water, after which I was covered in a thick layer of foam and then a stray of warm water.
"You may open your eyes"
When I opened my eyes and looked at my self, every hair on my body had been removed.
"You will be responsible to do this once a week. And you will make sure that all those under you also do this weekly. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir"
"You will where this."
He handed me a shirt that was total sheer, and after I put it on it cam down to just above mid thigh level. It revealed all of my attributes.
"Come with me" he lead me to what can only be described as a table storage, In the room were several oblong stainless steel tables with shackles at the foot and mid way along the tables. I had no idea what they were for.
"What I am about to tell you will determine weather you live here as head server or die. Our race eats only live food. You as server will serve our race live food. The pens below contain the food we prefer and you will select and serve them. Failure will result in you been served and eaten while you are alive.
"Seems like I've just been gone for the weekend," thought Chris as he lugged his suitcases up to his second floor apartment. Chris' roommate graduated in December and had moved out. Erik lived in the apartment across the hall. His roommate had transferred to another university. He was a typical cowboy.
At the clubs I made other friends, including gay friends. This one guy I met was Chris, he was a really nice guy but I wasn't attracted to him sexually. Chris was a looker: light brown hair, a lighter brown eyes than mine, and he was an average white boy. He had a crush on me, that I learned later about. Me on the other hand I have dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and olive colored skin.
Not as many now as there used to be before they introduced all these hi-tech ideas, but enough to keep the industry going. Of course I go to all the pubs and clubs just in case I get lucky, but I get more from my favourite "Gents" than I do from them. That's more sex, in case you were wondering! Yes SEX in all its sucking, fucking, slurping glory. I reached out and took it in my ha.
I'd gotten an assignment from my editor on the school paper to do a story on the teen Runaways seeking fame and fortune in Hollywood. While I was hanging out at Oki-Dog, I ran into Scotty. He was a cute young kid who claimed 18, but looked much younger. I bought him dinner. I even believed some of it.
The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt.
A boy stood there, 18 years old. He was beautiful, with thick black hair, straight and cut short. His features were pubescent. His brown eyes looked at me with a friendly smile. He was dressed for winter, with a heavy jacket zipped up over baggy dark blue jeans. I was in love. And soon, so he would be. "Can I help you?" I asked, with a slight grin.
It towered above me, the pale azure moonlight spilling a soft smoldering glow onto the grass I was standing on. Something eerie about this gradually decaying house had me spellbound, pulled me into its inner sanctum. The wind howled around my head, reminiscent of fall and shadows crept towards me, daring me to move too soon. I must admit, I was scared.
The blood gushed from his shoulder and he lost all sensation, the smell of the blood filling his nostrils reminding him of pints of cum, cloying and animal in it's oppression.
I was pretty amazed at the ballet as I dreamed it - in it, the centaur was under attack from all the Greek soldiers, who thought the centaurs had come to despoil their village. But the part Rusty played was a good young centaur, who had met one of the soldiers and wanted to be friends with him.
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