Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 08:19:06 -0500
From: Justin Davis <justin0398@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy World 08 by Justin Davis (M/t/b, mast, oral, anal, Sci Fi, Fan)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males
and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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Boy World

By

Justin Davis

Chapter Eight



"Shit!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed as he watched the screen of the
Tele-Viewer upon which the images of Mark Davis and Adnon filled the
screen.

Mark had just demanded that Adnon suck his cock again and this time the
results had been dramatically different.

"Okay, sure!" Adnon had said, and dropped to his knees.

Now, as Jacob Nichols watched, Adnon was slobbering all over Mark's huge
tube and taking the thrusts down is throat with relative ease.

"Take it all! Down your throat with all of it!" Mark exclaimed, and
buried his pubes in Adnon's nose.

Yet, this time, there was no gagging and coughing and choking and tears.
Adnon was swallowing the whole thing; his throat distending with each
thrust as the long, fat, tube fucked his face.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" Mark exclaimed, pulling his cock
out of Adnon's mouth, disappointed that he wasn't protesting and carrying
on.

"Nothing, sir! You want to fuck me now? I know you like it. You can put
it all in my butt now if you want," Adnon replied.

"What the fuck is going on here!" Mark exclaimed in response.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed, and cut off the Tele-Viewer
and swiftly headed toward the door of his office.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. There are some technical problems beyond our
control right now. I'll be happy to set you up with any real boy of your
choosing," Gerald said and hour later as he talked with a very angry Mark
Davis.

"Look, I've had it with you people! I want on the next flight out of
here," Mark Davis responded.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, all flights in or out of Boy World are on hold for
right now," Gerald replied.

"What!"

"Like I said, sir. There are some technical problems that could be
dangerous that we must take care of first. As soon as we feel that
everything is safe I promise you you will be on the first flight out with
a full refund.

"This is crazy!" Mark exclaimed.

"I assure you, Mr. Davis, we have the best interest and safety of our
customers at heart. So, for now, if you would just confine yourself to
your bungalow and if you should desire a boy just let me know. I will
quickly send you one."

"Did you tell him about the guard?" Mr. Chang asked Gerald some minutes
later as the two of them sat in Mr. Chang's office.

"No, I figure he'll discover that soon enough. I think we can pacify the
other guests until we get things under control, although there will be
those, like Derrick Adams for example, that are terribly distraught right
now."

"What did you tell him?"

"That during Sean's routine physical it was discovered he had a problem
that required him to be kept in the clinic under observation. The same
story that we told the four others that were involved with just one
Protodroid for the rest of their stay. As for the other guests that are
not emotionally attached there shouldn't be a problem. Jacob thinks they
can pull the Protodroids out of service a few at a time and check them
out."

"I see. Well-------"

Just then, the chimes on the Tele-Viewer rang interrupting Mr. Chang.

"Yes?" Mr. Chang said, as he answered the call and the face of Jacob
Nichols filled the screen.

"Mr. Chang. You need to get over here right away!" Jacob said, a very
disturbed look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"You'll see when you get here. Please hurry!" Jacob replied.

"I'll be right over!" Mr. Chang said, and turned off the viewer.

"Holy fuck!" Gerald exclaimed as he and Mr. Chang stood looking at the
naked Protodroid with a huge hole in its stomach area where the laser
pistol had left its mark.

"What the hell happened?" Mr. Chang asked, staring at the Protodroid who
lay on the floor with a steel pipe in his hand.

"He went crazy when we tried to touch him so he could be shut down. My
assistant, Mark, is at the clinic now getting stitches in his head. I had
no choice but to shoot him. As you know, the Bryan Series is very
strong," Jacob Nichols replied, which of course was indeed true.

Designed for those who liked their males beefed up, the Bryan Series was
a muscle lover's dream. Six feet three-inches tall, with ripped abs, huge
biceps, muscular thighs, broad chest, and huge cock and balls, the series
had been a delight for those who wished to be dominated and forced into
sexual submission.

"You are fucking telling me he refused to be shut down?" Mr. Chang asked.

"Yes. I suspect we have just seen the beginning of our troubles, Mr.
Chang. Already the technicians had to subdue another one just moments ago
in order to put it out of commission. Fortunately, it was one of the
Jason series, which as you know is the little boy favorite of many of our
guests."

"Damn!"

"And that's not all. We're having trouble locating some of the droids."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Mr. Chang, that at least twenty of them are missing, maybe
more."

"Missing?"

"Yes sir! Gone! We can't find them anywhere on the island."

"But what about the internal tracer beacons?"

"Deactivated."

"Holy shit!"

"Professor Nichols! Professor Nichols!" Robert, one of the young
technicians exclaimed as he ran into the office breathing heavily.

"What is it, Robert?" Jacob Nichols asked.

"Security just called. About ten of the larger Protodroids just subdued
two of the Security Staff guarding the storage area and took their
weapons and headed toward the Floater docks.

"Holy crap! It's got to be some of the ones we're missing. Did they say
which ones got out of storage?"

"Most were either the Bryan Series or the Richard Series, the bigger
Protodroids. One wasn't."

"What series was it?"

"The guards didn't know. They hadn't seen one like it before. Young
looking, dark hair, green eyes, muscular build-------"

"Adnon!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed, interrupting the technician.

"I thought you had him in for examination and deactivation," Mr. Chang
said.

"He was in a special area in the storage building. There was no rush.
He's the only one of his kind." Jacob Nichols replied.

"Jacob, get hold of Security! I want all of them to head toward the
Floater docks as fast as they can! If the guards have to, tell them to
blast any of the Protodroids that resist! Gerald, I want all island
packages canceled as of now! I want every guest, every boy, and every
droid that might remain pulled off the smaller islands. I'll contact
headquarters and arrange for special flights out of here for the guests
as fast as we can get them. Tell the guests there has been an outbreak of
some disease. Make something up, God damn it! Just get going on it!" And
Jacob, find out how many fucking damn droids we are talking about. I want
an exact count!" Mr. Chang said, and stormed out of the office and headed
toward his own.

Derrick Adams sat in his bungalow and wondered what was going on. As if
it wasn't enough that Sean had disappeared, now, there was a message that
all guests must stay in their quarters until further notice. The knocking
at the door prompted Derrick to jump and run toward it in hopes that some
explanation would be forthcoming.

"Mark!" Derrick exclaimed, as he opened the door and saw Mark Davis
standing there breathing heavily.

"Listen! There isn't much time. Come with me! I'll explain later!" Mark
Davis said breathlessly.

"Mark! What's the matter? What the hell are you doing with that laser
pistol?"

"Do you love Sean?"

"Yes! More than anything!"

"Then come with me!" Mark Adams said.

"Mark, they told us all to stay put! Something's wrong. A disease or
something!"

"Fuck! That's all bullshit. Do you really love Sean?"

"Yes!"

"I have it all figured out. Come with me! We don't have much time! I just
killed a fucking guard and they are going to be after me too!"

"Good God!"

"Now, Derrick!"

For a second, Derrick Adams hesitated. Then, he bolted out of the door of
his bungalow and ran in behind Mark Adams toward what he did not know.

Six thousand miles away, in Australia, a naked Drayton Grayston,
principal owner of Boy World, lay upon his side in his bed. His dark
brown skin, curly, black, hair and sinewy build hinting at Aboriginal
roots from long ago. Snuggled up against Drayton's huge frame, young
Danny, with the pale skin, red hair, and sparkling blue eyes that hinted
of his Welsh ancestry, gasped as Drayton again made a thrust deep into
his bottom, not that the eleven-inch, thick, brown, tube hadn't been in
his behind before. Yet, Drayton's long, fat, cock was something that
neither boys nor even grown men never got quite used to.

"You love me in you don't you, my pet?" Drayton asked, and withdrew his
cock most of the way and thrust it in deeply again.

"Oh! Unnnnnnnhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" the boy exclaimed, overwhelmed by the
sudden emptiness and then the sudden rush of fullness again.

"You are about to cum again aren't you?" Drayton asked, withdrawing some
of his cock then making short jabbing motions so that the plum-sized head
slid back and forth over the boy's immature prostate.

"OH! Ooooooooo! Oooooooo!" Danny responded, for now the huge head of the
man's cock was stimulating something inside him that was about to propel
him toward another orgasm. It would be his forth.

"Let me help you, my sweet! I'm ready to go myself," Drayton said, and
reached his hand over the boy's body and took hold of Danny's
uncircumcised three-inch peter and began to stroke it.

"Ahhhh! Oooooooooooo!" Danny exclaimed loudly, as the gooey feelings got
stronger and headed toward a peak.

"Oh yes, my sweet! So close! Cum with me now, my pet!" Drayton said, and
fully retracted the foreskin and began to message the highly sensitive
head of the boy's uncircumcised peter with his fingers.

"Oh! Ahhhhhhh! Unnnnnhhhhh! Unnggg! Unnnggg!" Danny wailed, as he had
another orgasm even more powerful than the last one had been.

"Yes! Shit yeah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Drayton hollered, as the muscle
contractions of the boy's butt squeezed his cock and milked it so that
his copious load of sperm began to spew deep into the boy's insides.

It was moments afterward, as the two lay snuggled together, Danny with
the still hard tube still in his butt, that the chimes on the Tele-Viewer
rang.

"Fuck!" Drayton exclaimed in a disgusted tone, and rolled away from the
boy so that he could reach the remote on the nightstand.

As he did so, there was a slurping sound that was followed by a barely
audible pop as the huge penis exited Danny's bottom and it was followed
by a stream of sperm that oozed from the boy's obscenely dilated hole
onto the sheets.

"Yes?" Drayton said, as the screen on the viewer illuminated showing the
face of Mr. Chang.

"Mr. Grayston, is it safe to talk with you at the moment?" Mr. Chang
asked.

"Yes, as you can see, I was a bit busy at the moment," Dayton said,
nodding his head toward the naked boy on the bed who still lying on his
side. "It's safe to talk in front of Danny."

"Mr. Grayston, we have a very serious problem at Boy World. I would like
authorization to evacuate all the guests immediately," Mr. Chang said.

"Good God! What happened?"

"It's the Protodroids, sir. Some of them have run amuck. Jacob says it
all has to do with the Nano Circuitry. In short, they are beginning to
think and act on their own initiative almost as if human. In fact, I
would say very much human. About thirty or so escaped in one of the
Floater Craft and we've tracked them to one of the islands that we use
for the hunting packages."

"Well, take the Security Force and round them up!"

"Uh, it's not that easy, sir."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, sir, that two of our guests, one a Mr. Mark Davis, have escaped
the complex and have probably headed to one of the islands as well. Mr.
Davis is a very wealthy man with powerful connections in the World
Council. If anything should happen to him there would be all hell to pay
and the droids and he are armed."

"Fuck! So, what do you plan to do?"

"First of all, as I said, I want to get all of the guests out of here.
Second, I want to pull all of the Protodroids out of service until we
figure something out. I don't understand exactly all of what Jacob has
explained to me, it has something to do with the fact that the Nano
Circuitry is tissue based and related to the tissue used to grow organs
for transplant or some such crap! Either way, he believes the problem can
be resolved in time."

"Fine! I give you full authority to do what you need to do. Just
remember, I'm holding you responsible."

"I understand, sir!"

"Anything else to ruin my morning?"

"Uh, no sir! That's all!"

"Good! Then, I have business to take care of," Drayton said, and pushed
the button on the remote and broke the connection.

"Oh! Ooooooo! Mmmmmmm!" Danny exclaimed some minutes later.

This time, with the boy's feet pushed back to his ears, Drayton's thick,
brown, tube would slide into the upturned, cum-lubed, butt as deeply as
it could possibly go. So, as Drayton looked down at the boy's face he
smiled, for the boy's mouth was agape and his brow furrowed with each
thrust of the fat pole deep into his bottom.

Such a perfect boy Danny was. It was if what had been a virgin bottom a
few months ago had now molded itself to his cock. Now, the boy literally
felt empty and miserable when the thing wasn't filling him up inside and
giving him such good cums. Anyway, that's what the Vita Pills were for,
and since they kept Drayton hard for hours, he figured they could fuck at
least two or three more times before he and the boy ate a late morning
breakfast.

To be continued