Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 05:42:25 +0000
From: Michael Offutt <kavrik@hotmail.com>
Subject: Black Dragon Rising Chapter 15 - Gay Science Fiction

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                            Chapter Fifteen

      Talen walks toward me barefoot, his long svelte toes touching the
ground with as much grace as a professional ballet dancer. When he's near
me, he looks down at his hands where he's gripping the golden collar--a
symbol of my slavery--and thence into my eyes. "I've got to put this on
you," he says. "You know it's not my choice and--"

      I cut him off by grabbing a hold of the edge of his robe in both
fists, and I drag him into me. His flesh slaps the filthy dust patina on my
killsuit armor, and I savagely rape his mouth with my own. He answers back
with an urgent parting of the lips. I lick his tongue and my lust presses
the heat of my mouth forward into his own. He almost drops the gold collar,
but manages to keep hold of the chain in his other hand, which falls across
my flat chest. Then his fingers are in my hair, his nostrils flare with my
musk, and he gasps once before taking a step back.

      "Kian, slow down," he says.

      "Why?" I ask, stepping into him once more.

      "Because it's my command. You're supposed to obey me. So obey or be
punished."

      I pause realizing that he's right. He could have me beaten and put
into the stocks for days on end. I know Talen never would, but he might
hurt me a little if he suspects we're being watched. I'd be na‹ve to
think I'm not being watched especially in this place. Furthermore, if we're
to stand any chance at all in escaping the Mind Lords, it's going to be by
working together. "Did you find our helmets today?" I ask him, changing the
subject. But I ask it as quietly as possible. Talen looks nervously to
either side, but we remain alone in the room.

      "No...I-I didn't have a chance," he says. "But I will tomorrow." He
lowers his voice to a whisper and looks to the guards that are stationed
just outside the door of the master's cave. "Let me slip this around your
neck. And then--"

      "I make love to you," I say, stealing a nibble from the petite corner
of his mouth.

      Talen stares at me, eyes only an inch from mine and his smooth
perfumed forehead resting against my sweaty, dirty skin. "And then I take
you before the other uke in a place called the Flesh Market. All the seme
must be given a chance to choose their uke prior to making love in the
milking chamber. That's how it was explained to me."

      I grip him by the shoulders, sliding my fingers under his robe to
knead his taut muscles. His belly protrudes just a little. It's cute, and I
know my lover has eaten a big dinner...a thing never offered to me. All
that sits in my belly is hunger and emptiness. But I don't care, because my
dick is rock hard, and I want to fuck him so badly right now.

      Talen kisses me over and over, and I feel him slide his hands upward
along my chest to where my neck lies. In his hands is the golden collar,
and he locks it around me. Then he steps back and my eyes fall not to the
gold chain with the hoop at the end of it held tightly in his right hand.
But to the smooth unblemished skin of his torso, to his eight pack of
muscles showing their cuts under perfectly formed pecs, and to the v-shaped
lines that scratch their way to where the treasure of his manhood awaits me
amidst a bush of the softest brown hair.

      I want to put his small balls in my mouth, roll them around, taste
the sweet nectar of his boy body as he yells for me to stop.

      He pulls me by the chain toward the sofa; he turns around so that I
can see the muscular ridges of his back.

      "Can we make love now?" I beg grabbing hold of his fingers.

      He shakes his head. "Not yet. But I want to show you what they did."

      Slowly, Talen yanks the robe from his shoulders and lets it fall down
about his hairless legs.  Then he bends over so I can see between the
globes of his bubble butt. His anus, normally a kissably smooth pink spot
at the very center, is covered in a thin piece of creamy skin, perfectly
blended to the rest of his flesh. I see it's webbed with many veins that
look like fine filaments of spider silk, only red in color. It's so slight
I could break it with my thumb. Once I do, I'll have access to his hole
once more, the hole that's never seen another man. But that's not the
point. They've made him a virgin for my dick and my dick alone.

      Tonight people are going to pay to see me seed him while he bleeds.

      As gently as I can, I lick it. The sheen of my saliva catches the
light just so and makes the patch of new skin gleam like white stars.

      "Gods that feels good," Talen moans. "The skin's so sensitive I can
feel the heat from the candles in the room."

      "The heat from my face must be driving you crazy," I say, sucking a
mouthful of his ass meat between my lips. He shudders at all the
sensations; I pause to ask, "Did it hurt? Tethyr's teeth...if they hurt
you, Talen, I'll kill every last one of them that laid a finger on you."

      He shakes his head. "I was scared. But the procedure happened quickly
once they gave me an enema."

      The strange word takes me by surprise. "What's an enema?" I ask
him. While he searches for an answer, I savor the taste of my
boyfriend. It's finer than anything that's gone into my mouth.

      Talen clears his throat. "They cleaned me out with a mixture
forcefully injected using a nipple on the end of a bag. I had to use the
bathroom repeatedly. Only in the last hour was I fed, but the dinner was
fantastic at least. I feel full for the first time in days."

      My own stomach growls, but I dismiss it and continue to lick him.

      "They said it would give me energy for tonight and not produce any
unpleasant gas. It's all in preparation to be your uke tonight. They've
also told me you'll hurt me; made it a point really to tell me that they've
made me tighter and smaller." A few tear drops crawl across his cheeks. He
stares into my eyes, and lies back on the cushions. I kiss his toes as he
holds them to my mouth.

      "It won't hurt," I tell him.

      "How do you know?" he asks, eyes wet but loving.

      "Trust me," I say, thinking of the royal jelly. "I'd never hurt you,
pal. I love you." He entwines his fingers in my own.

      Cheeks moist, he rises from the couch.

      "Come on. It's best not to keep the others waiting, and the sooner we
can get over with your presentation, the sooner you can make love to me."

      Talen slips on his boots, but keeps the robe on. The scent from his
perfumed skin drives me wild. I follow him happily outside the cave and he
leads me through a network of tunnels into a room that smells of man
scent. Naked boys and old men alike stare at us from a central chamber
where the main event is apparently a huge orgy. Those who are without a
partner stare toward a stage in the hopes of being picked by those who
sport the gold collars.

      As for the men with the collars? Well they're all old, hairy, or
fat. It's surprising but despite their physical appearance and being from a
lower caste, in this room they're treated as kings. I see about forty of
them whereas there are hundreds without. The few "collared" seme gather
atop a rocky promontory so that others may gawk at them, and there's a
stair that leads down from it so that one can easily walk among the uke who
are begging to be chosen. Most of them are decent, some younger than
Talen. Truthfully though, none can even compare to the beauty of my
boyfriend.  It's weird that I find him so attractive because in all my
life, that's what people have said of me. I guess I feel lucky that Talen
digs me, because if he didn't, I'd sooner slit my wrist.

      Talen leads me up the stair and then begins to unbuckle my armor. He
does it piece by tantalizing piece. Guards monitoring the stage take them
from Talen as he discards them. My pauldrons, vambraces, gauntlets, and
breastplate all get put in a bag. Last goes my greaves, tasset, and cuise.
However, he never touches my ankle high leather boots...the one's that
match what Talen's wearing now.

      As each patch of firm muscle-bound flesh is exposed, I flex so that
my veins stand out and to accentuate the flare of my attractive underlying
bones. I notice that the crowd quiets until hardly a breath can be
heard. They're all watching me get naked.

      They're all hard as rocks and wanting to fuck me.

      When Talen removes my codpiece and the mail that protects my butt, he
does so while on his knees. It seems an appropriate place for him. My
sweaty, smelly cock grows almost instantly as it strikes the air. It fills
the glistening dick skin until it's stretched so tight that the glans is
barely visible through the parting of my foreskin. The slit of my urethra,
still stretched from the sound Dr. Talisac forced inside me, makes a
visible cut in the pink flesh. I think it resembles the bottom of a ripe
red apple.

      I must look obscene, being so slight and narrow of waist and
body...so tall and slender...yet sporting a horse-sized penis and a face
that looks like it could belong on a fifteen year-old.

      A single droplet of sweat falls from the head onto Talen's tongue. No
longer able to resist he takes it into his mouth to bestow a kiss, but it
barely fits.

      My precum is mixed with the royal jelly and forms a clear substance
that clings to the end of my dick like oil. It foams when Talen's saliva
touches it. His eyes open as he laps it up. With a gasp he says, "Tethyr's
teeth you taste so fucking good." Then he pops it out and licks the flesh
directly beneath my navel, his tongue running over the veins like smooth
satin.

      Before I can get him to swallow more of my length, the guards
separate us. I'm handed the small hoop at the end of my collar and another
guard turns me sideways so the crowd can get an even better gauge of my
girth.

      "Look at the size of it," one man says. "Chagidiel's pussy...he's as
long as my forearm."

      Another gapes and declares, "He's all muscle, and it's his face
that's the true treasure! That's the most fuckable ass I've ever seen."

      I watch as Talen is forced to join the others on the floor below. And
then the clamoring begins as men seek to get my attention.

      "Let me smell your boots!" someone shouts.

      "Fuck that," another says, "let me lick your boots. Hell, I'll lick
anything you want to give me."

      "You must choose a uke for tonight," a guard informs me and then
thrusts me toward the stairs.

      I can't delay, because I know if I hesitate it'll break Talen's
heart. He wants me to prove I love only him. How best to do that than to go
straight for where he stands and refuse all others?

      I nod and descend those stairs quickly, men reaching over to touch my
gorgeous body, and to stroke my veins wherever they worm underneath my
perfect skin. I see a multitude of drooling mouths, wet eyes, and lustful
glances. "Fuck me..." so many of them mouth to me. But I'm looking for a
particular pair of irises that are familiar to me, and I find them quickly.

      I grab a hold of Talen's hand and pull him from the crowd. A silence
ensues with an occasional complaint aimed at him. "Why is he so lucky?" and
"He doesn't deserve him." In my mind, they're saying these things about
Talen and not me. But I don't care. I pick him because I love him so
much. I press the gold ring on the end of my chain into his fingers and
say, "I'm yours. I always have been."

      And then Talen kisses me like I've never been kissed. He throws his
arms around me and licks my neck and probes my lips with his tongue. He
tastes my sweat as if it were sweet like honey, all the while the nakedness
of his body thrust up against the firm hardness of my cock that is now
forced to dangle between my knees.

      "Where's this milking chamber?" I ask him.

      "Follow me," he says. Then he pulls me toward a room where the
strangest sight I've ever laid eyes upon swirls in a hole in the ground.

      The Milking Chamber is lit by candles, and smells of the salty
ocean. The scent emanates from below where a pool of pure white semen
churns. It's about three feet in diameter, and I don't know how deep it
is. Above it is a platform upholstered in soft leather and bearing a gap
straight down the middle. Attached to both ends of the platform are
manacles to secure the hands and the feet.

      One guard remains. Other than him, we're alone. Then a door in the
roof slides shut at his back.

      "Chain the uke to the platform on all fours," the guard orders.

      Talen kisses me delicately on the chin, and then turns to walk up the
steps. A moment later, he straddles the gap over the churning pot of semen
and gets on all fours, his knees and palms pressing into the dark leather.

      I do as ordered and shackle Talen's wrists and ankles in the iron
manacles. The guard comes over to inspect my handiwork. I guess they want
them tight for tonight so there's no getting away.  Then the guard cuts
Talen's robe from his back where it falls to either side. I notice that
windows appear in the walls all around us. Faces only a few feet back from
us stare from behind the glass.  Holes made in the barrier allow them to
speak, hear, and smell. I see Master Kierak, and four others sitting on
well-appointed leather benches. There's a fat man in a gorgeous golden
toga. Another with black skin and dreadlocks fitted with rubies and
emeralds sits on a cushion of blue mist silk. He sips from a wine glass. A
woman with lemon shaped eyes, coffee-colored skin, and a cat's tail files
her claws upon a sanding board.

      I walk up to stand behind Talen, the shadow of my dick imprinting
itself on Talen's skin from butt to shoulder. The light in the room
highlights how little fat I actually possess. I'm so ripped and cut, I look
like a medical cadaver with its muscular structure exposed, and each fleshy
ridge of muscle catches the reflection perfectly. It's as if my whole body
got dipped in clear oil.

      There are gasps from the men, the women, and the things
in-between. Four mind lords shuffle in to also enjoy the show. I must
impress them before all others.

      "Kierak," the fat man says, "your thralls are...gorgeous."

      "Yes," the black man says with much approval. "This is well worth our
money."

      I wait until the master signals that I can begin. He does so by
swishing a wand in the air that has human hair tied to the end of it. By
then there are ten total observers watching us from the far side of the
glass.

      "Pop his cherry," Master Kierak commands. "I want to see the pain and
pleasure on that boy's face."

      I drop down behind Talen. I gently knead the globe of his ass and
whisper to him, "Have no fear. Trust me." They of course have given me no
lube. However, they don't know about the royal jelly, and for the first
time in my life, I thank Chagidiel for his servant who prepared me for
this. I look down at my rock hard dick, and it's now glistening with sweat
and precum. But I still need a little more moisture.

      What better way than to make Talen wet me.

      I walk in front of Talen and say, "Clean my dick," and kind of hold
it out from my body with one finger underneath.

      Talen nods and goes to slurping at my skin. He licks my cock sheath
and swabs my huge dangling nuts with his tongue. The precum oozes from my
enflamed urethra, but the royal jelly mixed in it makes me so slippery that
Talen has a hard time keeping it in his mouth. I thrust with my hips to
force it down his throat, but he doesn't gag. Talen's used to me deep
throating him, and I gently push it in and pull it out watching the
movement of his chest carefully to know when he needs to draw a breath.

      "There there, buddy," I say. Pure white foam forms all along the
outside of his lips. He even moans as he's sucking me, and the vibration
from his vocal cords drives me insane.

      He stares up at me as I fuck his mouth. It feels so incredibly good,
my toes curl and my butt cheeks clench. The royal jelly makes my whole
manhood sloppy moist. Inevitably, dick drool plops into the semen that
churns beneath us. This is what they meant by me adding my spunk to the
pool.  Thralls are forced to make love above this thing, and over the
years, magical preservation and an unknown quantity of men have turned it
into a churning tub of pure life...life that's been drawn ounce by precious
ounce from the balls of men like me.

      I realize that I might cum if I keep this up, so I move to Talen's
anus. I clean it twice with my own tongue and then position myself to fuck
him by resting the tip of my huge dick against his pristine boy hymen.

      "What a cute pussy," I whisper, face sweaty and a few drops
splattering his skin.

      I place a foot on Talen's neck to force his face into the leather
padding. Pushing his cheeks wide with both of my palms, I pop the skin with
one powerful thrust. The blood paints my dick red.  Because I'm so slick, I
slide into him almost six inches instantly. He gasps and I keep my foot on
the side of his face, not allowing him to squirm.

      But it doesn't stop him from screaming.

      I stop for a second.

      I push some more.

      I stop for another second, and then thrust again.

      Each time I get a little deeper. Talen's blood drips from his
sundered boy hole, and he cries just a little. I see his poor hands turn
into claws that scrape at the leather. The rattle of the manacles assaults
my ears, yet I choose to ignore that too. His whimpers and muffled sobs
fall on my deaf ears. I want sex, and I'm taking it out on his virginal
ass.

      Yeah I hurt him. But I had to. Maybe I lied just a little, but it's
not like I had any other choice. They did this to him; I'm not to blame.

      After a minute, Talen stops whining. His demolished ass has now
relaxed enough that I can get inside him with my vast length and pummel his
guts. Now, however, the royal jelly is affecting him. It's compounding the
sensation he's feeling as I piston his delicate innards with my tool. Each
rub on his prostate results in uncontrollable trembling.

      Talen gasps, "Tethyr's teeth, Kian," he begs, "what're you doing to
me?"

      I push his face down with the tips of my toes.  "Shut up," I say,
continuing to fuck him. I thrust faster and faster, the sound of my thighs
slapping his butt becomes a hypnotic drone like the tempo of a bass
drum. "I'm making you my bitch."

      Talen's dick is long and hard.

      Unable to play with himself because he's shackled, I notice the end
start to drool liquid.  Before long, my pounding makes him squirt. White
ribbons shoot out of the end and fall into the pool below.  He cums again
and again.  Each time he screams in both pleasure and pain.  And each time,
my hands remain on his butt cheeks, keeping them spread for my colossal
meat that can't be denied.

      I grit my teeth, I stare with fury upon my work. I'm sure the vein in
my forehead is standing out because every muscle in my shoulders and neck
is flared and raw.

      "Please stop," he begs. "Stop, Kian."  He cums again and it slaps him
in the chin. The smell of blood and semen is thick in the air.  He pleads
me to break, but I don't. Does that make me a rapist? I guess I don't
care. I gladly rape his beautiful body because my dick wants it that badly.

      And I fucking deserve this.

      Talen sobs and cums again.

      "Impossible," someone cries from the chairs in the audience. "How
does he make the uke cum without ever touching his dick. This is sorcery!"

      Master Kierak says, "Not sorcery, but skill."

      When it's finally my turn to cum, Talen and I are so slippery with
our own sweat that he can almost slide out of his cuffs. But I'm
unmerciful. I explode inside my buddy, constantly thrusting as I do so. I
keep this up for ten more minutes and with each pump, a portion of my semen
falls from his ass into the swirling tub of white goo. I swear...the jelly
makes my spunk so thick it's probably filled him from bottom to top.

      I wouldn't be surprised to see him start to drool my cum.

      Talen cries out one last time as I finish. God I'm exhausted.

      This time his semen is a little pinkish. I realize there's some blood
there. I've made him cum so much that he could probably top a shot glass. I
know he had ten separate orgasms, with each one consisting of about nine
total squirts. That's not natural, and something probably broke inside or
in the least, has been rubbed raw.

      But whatever it is will heal.

      I slide off of him, gasping for breath and he falls near me. One arm
does slap me across the chest, but I realize it's probably
coincidence. Talen's trembling and his bloody anus spasms a few times,
spewing out some of my semen in the process. I kiss him delicately on the
nose and whisper, "I love you, Talen." I can't tell if he's mad at me,
hates me, or still loves me. All I know is that his eyes remain focused on
mine, unblinking, spent, and filled with many complex emotions.

      Even after five minutes, loads of semen continue to drip out of his
ass.

      Tethyr's teeth.

      There's so much of it that it seems impossible to have come from a
single person. More like ten people or maybe even a hundred...but from
me...that leaves me in disbelief.

      Every muscle in my body aches; my twig and berries are as red as
apples. If I'm expected to fuck like this every day, I'm in trouble.

      Soon after, the guard unshackles Talen, and we return to Master
Kierak's chamber to sleep for the night. But not once does Talen ever say a
word to me, and that scares more than any monster in the deep. Furthermore,
he can hardly walk, and I've to carry him most of the way.

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Here ends Chapter Fifteen. Chapter Sixteen will be published next week.
Send me an email if you're totally in love with Kian. I want to hear about
it. *smile

P.S. If you would like to write a fanfiction story using Kian, you may
totally do so. I just want to read it!