Date: Tue, 07 Feb 2017 23:00:27 -0500
From: CreepingDawn <CreepingDawn@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ant King Chapter 5

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Title: Ant King
Last Updated: 2/7/17

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Chapter Five.

William Shakespeare, in Hamlet, wrote "There is nothing either good or bad,
but thinking makes it so." I've done a lot of thinking. I've thought and
I've pondered and I've ruminated upon and I've queried. I've spend years,
decades even, asking myself the big questions about life and free will and
the nature of my powers. I did so because that night in Lester's house, so
early in my journey, made me question whether my actions were good, bad, or
something else. At the time, I craved an answer. To this day, I still do.

No answer has ever been forthcoming.

I don't know if my subsequent actions were good or evil. I really
don't. And now, even with all the prosperity and peace in the world, I
still find myself going back to that night and wondering. Is it right? Is
it fair? Is it good to make others into my drones?

Or is it evil? Is it a terrible thing, to take away someone's freedom of
choice? To subjugate them to my own wants? Even when, as Daniel and
countless others have told me over they years, they are immeasurably
happier now than before their invisible shackles?

I've made peace with that unresolved question. At least, I believe I'm at
peace. Looking back on my life, I can say honestly that I would do it all
over again if presented the same circumstances. I would not take a
different path.

Maybe that's my answer, then?

I woke up the following morning amid a sea of bodies, four beautiful boys
and sticky sticky sheets. We showered and ate, swam and traded more
blowjobs. It was a great day, despite my troubled mind. I dropped the boys
off at their home around 2pm, having left them with fond memories and
instructions to go back to their regular and uninterrupted lives. I had my
credit and debit cards from the bank by 3pm. By 4pm, I had loaded up
Lester's massive Audi SUV and was heading north, out of Miami and along the
open road.

I stayed the night in Jacksonville, finding a mid-range hotel and booking a
room. Setting up my computer, I emailed UMT and informed the registrar that
I was withdrawing from my classes as well as the university. I then went
out to the beach and just kind of wandered.

Atlanta. Nashville. St. Louis. Three new hotel rooms, three evenings filled
with wandering and thinking.

By the time I booked a room in Sioux Falls, I had started to come to terms
with my thoughts and feelings. I began to feel less agitated.

Waking up in Jackson and wandering around Yellowstone, two days later, made
me feel considerably more confident in myself and my situation.

I almost drove down to Cheyenne to be with my family, then, but continued
westward, sleeping in Boise before Portland before San Francisco.

For those who have never done so, I encourage you to drive this magnificent
county of ours. It is incredibly beautiful and filled with wonders that one
could spend a lifetime exploring. It was the peace of the pavement and the
meandering nature of my journey that settled me down and I think,
ultimately, gave me direction. I didn't know. I didn't have an answer. Yet,
in not knowing, I had the freedom to choose. I had the freedom to decide
what was right and what was wrong. And, while the unanswered question still
bothered me, and would for years to come, I was determined to choose what I
desired so as to prove, through it's actualization, that it was the right
and good choice.

Put simply, I was going to do whatever I felt like doing; questions of
moral authority be damned.

With this new mantra and my mind mostly at rest, I knew what I was going to
do. What I needed to do to seize control of my life. I was going to fuck a
boy.

But not just any boy. A very special boy.

So I drove to Los Angeles.

................

Back in 2021, a subscription based online entertainment network featured a
very popular half-hour comedy called The Wright Side of History which aired
on Tuesday nights in the fall. Bringing in considerable ratings, The Wright
Side of History had finished it's third season and critics and the public
generally agreed it was one of the best shows on the market. I thought it
was funny as hell and eagerly awaited Season Four to start. One of the
selling points of the show, most believed, was that it's subscription
online platform allowed the writers and directors to be a great deal more
edgy than their network brethren and the show certainly pushed the envelope
in a multitude of ways. Opinion articles from "concerned viewers" regularly
criticized the show but these outraged citizens only fed the fire and
encouraged consumers to tune in.

The show featured a small ensemble cast of quirky but lovable characters,
the Wright family, who used a time machine to travel back to the past in
order to document significant historical events. Hijinks always ensued. One
particular recurring joke was that the son, pre-teen Marcus, always seemed
to end up in sexual situations thanks to unexpected and hilarious
chicanery. Indeed, the boy appeared almost naked often, with seasons one
and two making sure that the boy's near-nudity was covered up for the
camera (think well-placed plants or statues and camera angles that hinted
but never showed). Season Three, however, took a couple of risks which many
believed went beyond the pale.

Episode Twenty Eight featured an Arabian Sultan seizing a shirtless young
Marcus in the middle of a dramatic scene and kissing the boy right on the
lips. The scene was not over the top and fit naturally with the narrative
but it made headlines anyway, with loud voices on each side arguing for or
against the multi-generational kiss.

Episode thirty one featured Marcus in full 1970's BDSM gear while he and
the family were being chased by an outraged sex-shop owner. As the chase
ended, Marcus was revealed to have participated in the escape with a large
black dildo crammed up his backside. As he waived it around while the
laughtrack played and the credits rolled, the boy appeared to accidentally
flip the switch and the tool began to buzz loudly, much to his chagrin and
embarrassment. That episode was the talk of the town.

Then, in the season finale, the audience was treated to a scene which
caused uproar around the country. As Doctor Wright and the pirate captain
walked along the deck, their conversation moving the plot along, the camera
caught Marcus in the background, his nude bottom clear as day, while he
obviously urinated off the poop deck. As the camera stayed still, a nearby
pirate reached over and goosed the boy, startling him and sending him right
over the railing. Now this may not sound like such a big deal, especially
with what happens normally on entertainment programs in this day and age,
but it was shocking at the time. While adult backsides appeared in movies
and occasionally in television programming, underage backsides had never
been shown in American television up to that point.

That had been several months earlier and I had lost countless loads to
those few moments of boyhood backside perfection.

A backside I now planned on plundering.

Liam O'Donnell, who played Marcus Wright, was going on fifteen but looked
barely twelve. A late bloomer for sure, his petite and waif-like build was
the butt of jokes within the show and one of the reasons his character
regularly found himself in embarrassing situations. Interviewed on late
night television, Liam admitted that he knew it was all in good fun and the
boy honestly seemed bright, sweet, and dedicated to his chosen craft. He
did blush when he discussed the fact that he regularly appeared missing
most of his clothing but his self-confident nature never failed to charm
the audience. With curly black hair and lily white skin, the boy was as
cute as they came.

It took almost no effort to find Liam's address.

All I had to do was go to the office of the production company and
introduce myself to the security guard as an investor there for a business
meeting. Shaking the young mans hand, he then brought me deep into the back
and introduced me to the executive vice president's secretary. I shook her
hand and this new drone asked her boss if a representative from one of the
local talent agencies had a minute to talk to him about a contract
issue. Let into her office, I took her hand warmly and directed my newest
drone to find the address for young Liam. She made a quick phone call and
my destination appeared on a sticky note as if by magic. I then had the
woman call Liam's agent, who happened to be the boy's father, and tell him
she was sending over a new junior producer that evening with some paperwork
that needed to be signed.

Ten minutes from start to finish.

I spent the rest of the day touring around LA and waiting for Liam and his
family to get home for the night before I drove over there to have some
fun. It was difficult to be patient, knowing what waited in store for
me. Finally, as the sun set, I found myself driving through a posh
neighborhood while my GPS directed me closer and closer to the boy's
home. Then I arrived, passing through the huge gate which blocked the
driveway before parking next to the front door of the impressive home.

"You're Mike?" the sturdy built man asked after I knocked. Having buzzed me
through the gate a moment ago, I knew the man already knew my identity. I
smiled at him and nodded, shifting my weight so the man could see a stack
of papers in my left hand.

"Theresa said I needed to bring some documents over. Sorry it's after
business hours." I stepped inside and stuck my right hand out. The man
nodded and took it.

His wife was next, the woman standing in the kitchen as we entered. She
approached, welcoming me to her home as I reached out and touched her arm.

Liam, their only child, was sitting in the den playing Drive The Darkness
3, the teen glancing over briefly as his folks and I entered before
returning to his game. "Hey man. I'm Mike. Ms. Lotts asked me to bring over
some papers for your folks."

"Yeah, Dad said you were coming. Are you a new producer?" His voice was a
soft alto, hinting that it would be dropping soon but still boyish. I felt
myself getting aroused.

"I am." Boy, the kid was good looking. Flawless alabaster skin and a
smattering of freckles, freckles that the makeup artists apparently took
great care to significantly minimize for the camera, the teen was a
looker. His compact frame was outlined nicely by the tight shirt that he
wore and the designer jeans curved his hips and thighs nicely. Despite
turning fifteen in less than two months, the boy was petite and
youthful. "Man, I loved Drive The Darkness 2. Haven't been able to play 3
yet. It any good?"

"Yeah!" The boy flashed me a grin before turning back to the screen. "It's
awesome. My race is almost over. Wanna try two player mode once I win this
heat?"

I was touched. Really. I hadn't made the kid into my drone and yet he was
extending an offer to play the video game with him. What struck me, too,
was that his tone and demeanor were not that of a child asking an adult to
play with them. You know what I mean? The sort of "please play this game
mister" that you might expect from a kid who wants attention. It was,
instead, a young man being polite and offering a potential friend the
opportunity to play a game that the potential friend had expressed an
interest in. It was sincere and impressive. "Damn," I thought to
myself. "This kid is almost fifteen! I got to remember that. I keep looking
at him and seeing a pre-teen!" It didn't help, of course, that the boy had
been significantly smaller during the first two seasons of the show and I,
perhaps subconsciously, kept thinking of him as that tiny character Marcus.

"You're welcome to stay for dinner Mike," said the boy's mother. "We'll be
eating in about an hour."

I smiled at the adults and nodded, taking a seat near Liam and picking up
the second controller. The two adults left the room, with mental
instructions to leave us be. For almost an hour, the two of us played the
game in two-player mode, racing against each other before switching to the
co-op to race against other people. We talked and joked, with me asking a
lot of questions about Liam's experience on the show and him trying to find
out more about me. I kept my details somewhat vague, though I did
reluctantly tell him when he pressed that I was only nineteen. This
surprised him but he seemed to shrug it off. Truth be told, we got along
well.

I had a few friends in high school with whom I regularly gamed. We would
have three or four or five of us, fifteen or sixteen years old, hanging out
at someone's house and tearing it up on some first person shooter. Several
of my buddies had younger brothers who regularly joined in as well and,
when you included their friends, I was used to playing games with boys
younger than me. Hell, there was one summer where I practically lived at my
buddy Kyle's house and we'd have ten or twelve guys gaming together, ages
seventeen to ten. Liam reminded me a bit of some of those younger boys and
the hour passed very comfortably.

Liam's mother called us to dinner and I was treated to a delicious lasagna,
homemade and piping hot. It was soul food, without a doubt, and I felt
absolutely wonderful as I stuffed my face and made polite conversation with
everyone. Sitting there, with the three of them, reminded me of so many
family dinners and the feelings associated with a loving family. A pang of
regret hit me as we finished the dessert brownies and I resolved myself
that my next destination was Cheyenne. I needed to go home.

I almost left after dinner. I really did. Liam was smoking hot and as sweet
as those wonderful brownies but I wasn't sure I wanted to fuck him. Hell, I
wasn't sure I wanted to make him my drone. Perhaps he was the fish to cast
back into the ocean? Perhaps he was destined to be free?

Before I could begin to thank my hosts and excuse myself, Liam asked me
which game we should play next and I faltered. Looking him in his beautiful
green eyes, I found I'd lost my voice so I shrugged. Within a few moments,
we were back in the den killing zombies by the dozens. "Dude, you should
totally spend the night tonight." he suddenly said, grinning at me.

"Um.. Isn't it a school night?" I said.

"No way, I'm homeschooled. Mom's cool with it I bet. I mean, she invited
you to stay for dinner and she never does that with people from the
network. I bet it's because you are only a little bit older than me."
Pausing the game, he scampered out of the den and asked his mother. I knew
that she would deny the request (my link telling me that she would not want
him waking up tired and had a lesson planned for the morning) so I sent a
mental order to acquiesce the to request. Liam returned a moment later, his
face alight. "She totally said yeah! She even said I could take tomorrow
off from any schoolwork!"

"Cool," I said, turning back to the screen.

Liam sat right next to me then, surprising me as he had been sitting on the
other end of the couch. "Yeah. My mom must really like you. Must have made
a good impression, huh?" Before I could react, the boy struck out his elbow
in a friendly and teasing manner, nudging me on my own bare arm. Our skin
connected. It all clicked.

Liam had few friends. In part because he was pretty physically immature for
his age and in part because he had overbearing parents, the boy found it
difficult to connect with his peers. Other boy's his age also tended to
stay away from him because he had achieved some professional success and
said success was rather intimidating. Being homeschooled didn't help.

And he wasn't totally straight. Yes, he was going to grow up to prefer
women over men but he did find his puberty-addled mind had a healthy
appreciation for the male form. A very healthy appreciation. He appreciated
masculine beauty so much, in fact, that his jack-off fantasies regularly
included homo-erotic and downright gay imaginings. And that's why he was so
friendly to me when I walked through the door. He had a bit of a crush.

So I reached into his mind and set the story for the night. Then I reached
out and told his parents to go to bed.

.............

The next few hours included a lot more video games before we turned off the
console and ordered an action movie. By this time, it was nearly 10:30pm
and we delayed starting the movie until both Liam and I had showered,
brushed our teeth, and put on pajamas. I had my stuff in the car, of
course, so it was nothing for me to get ready to bed in his house.

I had thought we would watch the movie in the den but Liam turned the TV
off and informed me that we should watch it in his room so that we could go
to bed right after. I shrugged. We headed up to his room where I found,
much to my delight, that he had a nice large TV in front of a large leather
recliner. It was really only sized for one person, I could tell, but two
could sit there if they didn't mind being smushed together. Plopping on the
leather recliner, Liam smiled at me and blushed before saying "There's
enough room. My friends and I sit here all the time," (A lie, I knew). Then
he took up the remote.

I sat next to him, then, and the heat from our bodies mingled as we were
pressed together. The movie began to play and I grew hard. The boy did too,
I could tell.

We hadn't even gotten ten minutes in before Liam sat up slightly and said
"Way too hot on this leather." Then he slid off his nightshirt and I
groaned inwardly. His torso was smooth and perfect, with a slight sheen of
sweat. "You're probably hot too, huh?" he said, looking at me. I nodded and
slipped out of my own shirt, his eyes wide. We sat back to watch the movie,
then, with his right shoulder pressed against my left and our skin in
constant contact.

Minutes passed and I could tell the boy wanted to go further but was trying
to summon up the courage. I beat him to it. "You know," I said, "it's still
really hot." He nodded. "We're both dudes here, right? Why don't we just
strip down?" Did it make any sense? No. Of course not. But his eyes danced
and he grinned. He wanted this as much as I did and any pretext, however
flimsy, would work. We both stood and, as we watched each other intently,
lowered our pajama bottoms and boxers. Both hard as rocks and both covered
in sweat, we stared at each other lustily before I sat back down and gently
took the boy's hips, pulling him onto my lap as my hands began to explore
his body. I pretended to watch the movie as he purred against me, my hard
cock wedged between his cheeks as my fingers touched his nipples, sides,
thighs, and tummy.

For as small as he was physically, the boy was much more pubescent once
naked. A small patch of pubic hair framed his swollen cock and low hanging
balls and I estimated that the boy was probably between four and five
inches long. I felt up to his pits and my fingers found just the slightest
fuzz. I wanted him so bad.

Grabbing the boy's face gently, I turned it towards me and kissed him, all
pretense of watching the movie gone. My tongue invaded his mouth and he
kissed me eagerly in return, moaning excitedly as our tongues dueled for
dominance. My hand slid down to his cock and, finding it wet with pre-cum,
I began to slowly jerk the boy off as he ground his ass back into my
cock. We did this for several minutes, pleasure radiating through the link
as we enjoyed each other's bodies.

Liam groaned before getting up and falling to his knees, his hot mouth
finding my prick almost instantly as he began to blow me with passion. "Oh
fuck yes," I moaned as he took much of my cock in his mouth. "That feels
incredible." Looking down, I saw the boy over whom I'd lusted for years
bobbing up and down on my taunt member and I almost lost it. Only clenching
my abs and pelvis kept me from cumming but it was a close thing. Sitting up
myself, I pushed the boy onto his back and fell between his own legs,
engulfing his member while my thumb sought out his hot virginal hole.

"Oh God! Oh shit!" he grunted as I began my assault on his cock, my thumb
grazing his hole a half second later. "Mike!! Oh!" His crack was hairless
but sweaty and my thumb took great delight in aggressively playing with his
little pink rosebud. He moaned and groaned as the seconds ticked by and I
knew he was getting close. Removing my hand and wetting my index finger, I
reached back to the boy's undefiled pussy and slid my finger home, curving
it slightly as I assaulted his prostate.

He squealed and came.

"Ahhh! Fuckkkk!!! Ohhh!" The boy thrashed under me as I worked his cock and
button while squirt after squirt of pure boycum fired deep into the back of
my mouth. I swallowed greedily, drinking the nectar as a man drinks water
after a desert journey. It was magnificent.

I let go of Liam as he came down from his climax, standing slightly and
stooping down to lift the quaking boy to his feet. I pulled him over to his
twin bed had him crawl up on it, his legs spread apart slightly so I could
see my prize. As his bottom parted and I saw, for the first time, his
beautiful boypussy, I knew I'd made the right choice. I dove in without
preamble, my tongue shoved as deeply as it would go while I twisted and
turned to a chorus of Liam's yips and groans. I ate his ass for almost a
minute while the boy made the most delightful sounds and his tight
sphincter, thanks to my aggressive and assertive tongue, slowly relaxed and
opened. At some point, his arms gave out and his chest and head fell to the
bed, the boy overwhelmed.

"I'm going to fuck you," I said as I reached over to my pants and pulled
out a small bottle of lube, opening it quickly and slathering it on my rock
hard cock. Liam gave a moan of approval. Guiding my cockhead to his
entrance, I licked the boy's shoulder, tasting sweat, and send a mental
order that he should relax as best he could and pretend as if he was taking
a shit. I felt his hole dilate just slightly. Then I began shoving
forward. The mushroom tip, wider than the shaft, pushed at his resistant
flesh for only a split second before it sunk home and the rest of the cock
began to slither up Liam's backside. I took him like a dog.

"Fuuucckkkkkk!" I groaned, the hot tight boypussy exquisite as my cock
bottomed out.

"Uuuggghhhh!" Liam echoed, his body responding positively to the invasion
as his own cock, which had become fully hard during my rimming, grew even
more rigid.

I began to pump into him. Slowly at first, my instincts took over and I was
soon long-dicking him, my six inches pounding into him hard before almost
pulling out completely. The boy moaned and writhed underneath me, his body
reacting to the stimulation of his boycunt by thrusting his ass back
towards me on each of my forward thrusts thrusts. The room filled with the
wet slapping sound of our coupling, my grunts and his moans bouncing off
the walls.

I'd wanted to fuck a boy for years but the next few minutes were more
life-altering and profound that I had ever imagined such an act could be. I
was addicted to boypussy and knew that any previous reservations I had
maintained were gone. Taking Liam's virginity freed me of my burdens and I
felt closer to the divine than I had ever felt in my life.

Our sweaty bodies rubbed against each other as I fucked him, the boy
clearly lost in a sea of pleasure as I jackhammered his asshole. I reached
underneath him, then, and began to tease his throbbing boyhood. He moaned
even louder. Grasping the boy's hips, I pulled all the way out before
flipping the teen onto his back so I could look him in the eye. Then I
shoved by manhood back in, balls deep.

"Aye! Oh! Ah! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he squealed as I plowed him, his moaning high
and intense. Then, to my surprise, the boy began to cry. "There! Ah! No!
Yes! AH! RIGHT THERE! AHH! UGHHH!" His magic spot. His little love nut. My
fat cockhead, at this new angle, was punching his prostate with each stroke
so I redoubled my effort and fucked him with every ounce of my
strength. His arms flew wide and gripped his mattress as he howled and his
body spasmed. His cunt became a vice around my cock but I plowed him anyway
with short hard trusts.

"YESSSS! YESS!! AHHH! I'm CUMMINNGGGGG!!!!!" He cried. One. Two. Three
blasts of white teenage splooge erupted from his cock while he shivered and
quaked through his orgasm, my own pounding slowing slightly as I let him
cum handsfree. But I didn't stop. As his panting continued but his climax
began to fade, I poured a healthy dose of lube all over my still moving
cock and picked up the pace. Within a few moments, the boy was a sobbing
mess as the pleasure overwhelmed him and he tried to orient himself. I
didn't give him a chance.

I fucked him. Hard. Fast. Brutal. I put every frustrated night with my
hand, every weekend spent watching boys at the mall, every erotic story I'd
read on the internet into that fuck and I bred Liam for all it was
worth. He blubbered. He whined. He moaned. He squealed.

Then he climaxed again, his body tensing up as I forced another anal orgasm
to overtake him. "MIIKKKEEEEE!!!" he wailed as several small spurts of boy
cream poured out of his cock and his pussy clamped down upon me. That was
enough.

With a roar, I came. A hot torrent of cum erupted into my little lover as I
thrust home one final time, filling his backside with my load. Blast after
blast after satisfying blast soaked his insides and my own orgasm lasted
until well after his third of the night had died down.

Groaning, I collapsed beside the boy and our eyes met. "Thanks" he said
weakly before leaning over and kissing me. We were asleep within seconds,
my cock still buried deep inside of him.