Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2004 15:13:32 -0400
From: Peter Orion <bd_porion@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Blue Dragon  The Orion transcripts" - Introduction

This story is complete fiction. No references to anyone living or dead are
intended. If you find the idea of a gay guy learning the secrets to
inter-dimensional travel and saving the world, offensive, don't read it.
Otherwise, welcome to my fantasy ...


Blue Dragon -- The Orion transcripts

Introduction:

Some stories fascinate many because they touch some secret and compelling
part in the reader's heart; others might grip the reader with fear for the
stories hero. Still other stories simply must be told because the author
cannot live without sharing some amazing experience with someone else. This
will be one of the latter.

My name is Peter. My last name is of little consequence but if you must know
it is Orion. Today am old. Breath doesn't come as easy as it used to. If I
wait any longer before writing these words it is likely that the world will
never know the truth.

This story spans a lifetime, perhaps many lifetimes, or maybe just a few
days depending upon how you measure such things. You see, time is a relative
thing and not really the sequential series of events I used to believe in.
You'll come to understand that as we get to know each other better. My story
spans six solar systems, and, other worlds that lie in the shadows just
beyond our normal range of awareness. The truth is, I don't really know if I
have enough energy left to tell you all of that so for the moment I will
limit my story to telling you of my first, my only love and how knowing him
brought me to this desolate place I now call home.

I've come to call him by a nickname, Blue. His real name is Mikos but most
people just call him Mike or Michael.

I hope you'll find my story as fascinating to read as I have found it to
live.

	Peter Orion

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Michael was born in a small town in the Allegany Mountains. The year was
1961. His first 16 years were uneventful. He grew up in a world that was
oddly simple. Parents believed that the government of the United States was
trustworthy. Older teens protested the war. Hippies wore their hair long,
did drugs, and sang songs about a better world. The Beatles wanted to "Hold
his hand", the Stones were "Pleased to meet him", and Pink Floyd was
apparently looking for life on the other side of the moon. Life was fairly
plain and organized. Right and wrong clearly defined. Fantasy and reality
knew their place in the world.

It was in the year 1977 that everything changed. That's when they took him.

"Move in slowly. We don't want to alarm him" the voice cracked over the
walkie-talkie.

The 2 guards had the look of soldiers just out of boot camp. Even under
their loosely fitting black overcoats you could see there chiseled abs and
chests. The man with short spiky blond hair was more attractive than the
red-headed man but both were extraordinary. These were men trained in the
worst of conditions; trained to fight and never give up; winning (or at
least trying to win) at any price. The beauty of their square jaw lines was
surpassed only by their high cheek bones and smooth skin. They looked to be
22 or 23 years.   It was only their eyes that some how gave an indication of
their true age and made them appear dangerous; dark orbs with an ancient
blank stare. They walked up the street moving closer to their prey.

"We've worked toward this day for 1500 years. DON'T lose him now", spoke the
pale skinned man in the van on the other end of the street.

Michael was coming home from school. He had just left his friends behind and
cut through the empty lot up the road to get onto his street. He didn't
notice the maroon van approaching behind him, but he couldn't help but
notice the great looking guys walking towards him. He pulled off his cap to
let his silky, jet black fall to his shoulders, he always believed that his
hair was his best feature. He sucked in his abs and straightened his posture
as he walked. This was his best attempt at a truly sexy look and fantasized
that these guys would notice him as they approached.

Was it his imagination or were these guys really looking at him? They were
only about ten feet away and he was becoming self-conscious the way they
seemed to stare at him. They had weird eyes.

Suddenly to his left, tires screeched on the road. His head snapped over his
shoulder to see what had happened and in the blink of an eye the 2 adonis'
grabbed him on each side and picked him up off his feet. He heard "huuuuuh"
as the sound of shocked air rushed into his lungs. "AHHHHH HELLLPPPP!" he
tried to scream but these men were prepared for his reaction. They shoved a
gag into his mouth before he could get the sound out and pushed him into the
van. Before he even realized what was happening, he was tied into a chair,
and racing up the street. They were steeling him away from the world he had
known and violently thrusting him into some thing new.

"My name is Whitaker, and your name is Mikos, right?" the man said. "I know
that this will be hard for you to believe but you are in no danger. We're
here to help you. The world needs you to wake up and there isn't much time.
You must become who, and what, you are intended to be". He motioned to the
guards sitting behind Michael and one of them reached forward and removed
the gag.

"Don't hurt me. I'll do what ever you want and I'll make it feel good. Just
don't hurt me. I'll like it, you don't have to force me, and I won't tell
anyone just please let me go home" Michael said his arms trembling with
fear, adrenaline, maybe just a little hope.

"No one is going to hurt you Mikos". With that, Whitaker reached forward and
touched Michael on the forehead. The touch had a numbing effect and Michael
immediately slumped into his chair and fell asleep.
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When he woke up he found himself lying in a bed, wearing only a white cloth
around his waist. Panicked about what might happen to him, Michael cleared
his eyes and looked around the room for an exit. The room had an open wall
on one side covered by a thin veil of translucent curtains. He pulled aside
one of the curtains and found himself looking out into a massive courtyard
full of thick, lush vegetation. The garden was at least the size of two
football fields. Visible in the distance marking the perimeter were stone
walls surrounding it on all sides. The searing sun and feel of the air
around him immediately told him that he was no where near home. He was
somewhere tropical.

He heard voices in the garden and retreated back into the room. Finding
cover and hiding seemed important just then.

"I hate this. Why do we have to hang out with the kid?" said the blond guard
approaching in the garden.

"Cause Whitaker says so."

"I think that Whitaker is a corpse. He's probably got wheels built into his
shoes and somebody makes him move by remote control."

"Hehehe, I know what you mean, Whitakers creepy. I've learned a lot though.
Watch this", and the red-headed man raised his hand and the curtains to the
bedroom moved aside. Michael sat on the bed with a look of astonishment on
his face.

Two teenage boys, slightly younger than Mike entered his room. They were
both dressed in a fashion similar to Mike's, white cloth tied about their
waists. Their hot young dicks not fully covered by the scant material. When
they saw Michael they froze for a second.

"Fuck! You're awake! Nobody wakes up that fast after Whitaker knocks `em
out!"

"Shit, are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything? Sorry we had
to grab you back there dude. You'll understand after awhile"

"Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

"Where are you?" The tall blond boy spoke, "that's kinda hard to explain
dude. You're just sort of off to the side a bit; a few steps out of sync
with the so called "real" world. Think of this place as a dream or rather
think of it as a place where dreams themselves are real."

Michael was finding it hard to take his eyes off of their cocks which seemed
to be hanging lower and larger then they were even just a few seconds ago.
His desire and fantasy reaching out for him from some dark place in his
mind.

The younger boy with red hair and freckles jumped in, "Normal rules don't
really apply around here dude. Things kinda change a lot. Dig these threads
you got us in. Man these are a lot cooler then the ones we had when we
grabbed ya.

In the blink of an eye, the 3 were in the bed. The movement was so fast that
it was almost imperceptible. What little clothing they had was now gone. The
blond guy didn't seem as young as he did when he came in the room, he had to
be at least nineteen and he kissed Michael deeply on the mouth as he pressed
his hard dick up against Mike's side. Mike grabbed it with his hand and
slowly stroked him. The red headed kid wasn't wasting any time either as he
moved up to kneel beside Mike's face; his 10" hard-on pressing between the
mouths of the other two.

"Oh God yes, I've always wanted this", Mike managed to say before the red
headed kid started to thrust his cock into his willing mouth. Mike was in
heaven. His eyes were closed tightly as he got his face fucked by this
incredible boy. Mike drew his head back to catch his breath, opened his eyes
and looked into the face of the blond kid who was still laying by his side.
That's when he noticed the eyes. Dark lifeless orbs.

Again, in the blink of an eye everything seemed to shift. Mike was on his
knees in the back of a van. He was blowing one of the guards that had
grabbed him with all the passion and excitement a 16 year old could muster.
Forcibly gagging himself as he pushed his face down into this mans groin
over and over again.

"Keep going, oh yea, keep going, aah aah, keep doing that, ooh god" was
about all the guard could say.

The other guard was behind him, hands firmly gripping Mike's hips, pounding
cock into his ass. Harder and harder he pounded, withdrawing his shaft until
it nearly slipped out then slamming it back in until their bodies hammered
together and he could press himself no further in. The 2 men began to pour
their sperm into him. It was like trying to chug down a 16 ounce Pepsi. The
fluid just kept pouring into him as he gagged and struggled to swallow as
much as he could. The juices flooded down his legs. Minutes passed and still
the torrent of cum spilled into him. It was a dream come true.

Things shifted once more, two teenage boys stood along side the bed
straightening their t-shirts and buttoning their pants. "DUDE! That was
fuckin' awesome. Nobody has ever done anything like THAT before. I didn't
even know something like that COULD be done" the red headed kid said as he
fell to the floor.

"Yeah, thanks dude. I've never felt anything like that before!" spoke the 15
year old blond kid with lifeless eyes. "We can do that again anytime you
want.  Is that what they mean when they refer to some guys as fags? I'm glad
we found you."

Mike found himself completely confused trying to understand what was
happening. Euphoria was overtaking him and he was slipping back into sleep.
As his consciousness slid away, he could see the eye's of his kidnappers.
Dark lifeless orbs that seemed as old as time itself.

===============

OK, I'll warn you .. this introduction may be short but this is a long
story. Would anybody like to hear it? If you want you can write me at
BD_POrion@hotmail.com.