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.
Some rams ignore the female sheep and like to hump other rams. Big dogs do it to little dogs and sometimes even the other way around. It is usually a sign of dominance; for one male to show dominance over another. With that knowledge it would be no surprise to know that homosexuality exists in the world where humans and animals are combined. There were many other men there besides him.
I got there early, the auto center was open before the stores opened. I was stuck waiting in the mall with the early morning "mall walkers". A strange group of johnny-come-lately health nuts, there on doctors' orders. Sort of an all-American McDonald's kid type. "Intense. " I liked his teen talk.
I was 18, just, and had for about seven or maybe more years been attracted to hot guys. Now I had an opportunity to find friends, lovers and, most importantly, sex. Being gay and 18 years of age I was totally gagging for it! There I was one night, chatting away in a chat room when a message popped up from a local guy. We chatted for some time and then decided to meet up.
But one day, on a lark, he bought some centaur powder from the occult bookstore that we weren't supposed to visit. It was in this handsome dark-glassed bottle with writing in an odd-looking language, and in embossed in the glass was an etching of centaurs mating. It was a warm summer's afternoon poolside when he told me about it. "Centaur powder?" I asked. "Yeah!" he laughed.
Actually, due to his feminine looks and stature he appeared to be much younger; but not knowing of any reason to doubt him, I didn't. Abu was 7 years of age when Hussein invaded Kuwait. At the time he lived with his father, mother, and younger sister. Because his father and mother had been educated in London, Abu and his sister were fluent in English as well as their native tongue.
He was a handsome fellow, tall and well built. He must be around 24 thought Robinson. His long, straight, black hair framed a very handsome face that had a strange beauty about it. Robinson felt a strange and almost forgotten urge stir in his loins. Little did he know that he would soon meet Big Dong.
"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.
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.
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.
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I had stumbled upon them after taking a job in this city, and being out cruising. The circuit of streets that fronted them was a busy nighttime car cruising location. The route ran past the pines under the highway down the waterfront and then turned back to return about three quarters of mile away. I'd had some luck cruising this stretch, having the odd encounter.
He loved watching their smooth dark skin as they skillfully dribbled the ball with their lean, muscular arms. The only problem was he had little in common with any of them. While the black boys dominated the basketball court, Danny spent most his time performing on the stage in theater. Some of the theater productions required heavy choreography. He struck up a conversation with the lean, mus.
It was late and we just finished putting the tent up. We were getting ready to go to sleep when my friend went to close the tent windows and he was wearing nothing and he was very hard. I was in my sleeping bag and just seeing him got me very hard. He was just walking around the tent not saying to much.
Kriss feels pretty bold that we will make the red lights. He dares me that I will owe him 100 bucks if we have to stop at the next intersections. He then ups his bet to me owing him a hot night. Hope I lose!
A 18 year old boy was going to go to the "Y" on a Sunday to hang out with his friends, do some swimming, play some pool. you know what I mean. Sure, Eric was gay, but no one knew. He couldn't tell anyone, for fear of being the laughing stock of the neighborhood, so he just went along with what the "straight" guys did. but that was as far as it would ever go.
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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.
How his great loins stirred in anticipation of the celebration tonight. Six young Brit warriors were among the plunder and Eric would begin their training when Mars rose to witness the act. For two cycles of the moon Eric had been without someone to pump his seed into. Ordan who had grown so quickly under Eric's guidance, had been his last.
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