Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 16:41:54 +0100
From: darnemoon@gmail.com
Subject: I'm Not Dying Chapter 8

I'm Not Dying!

By Darne Moon.

I'm not dying! is an adventure tale that contains graphic sexual content
between men. If you are not permitted to read such content please refrain
from reading any further. I currently don't have an editor, and do have
dyslexia so please be patient with grammatical mistakes etc. This is the
first time I've written anything of this magnitude in this genre. If you
enjoy this chapter please let me know at darnemoon@gmail.com, and I'm
always interested in constructive criticism comments and ideas.

I've also got a Yahoo Group, with all sorts of stuff about I'm Not
Dying. You can find it at: http://uk.groups.yahoo.com/group/im_not_dead/ I
am currently trying to post one chapter ahead than what's on Nifty, and
from now on all side and background stories to the characters will be
exclusive to the group. Hopefully you enjoy the series enough to see you
there :D

Darne x

Chapter 8

"IAN!" I bellow my voice cracking with fear and panic, tears pouring down
my face, "IAN!". I find myself touching Carol's face. What have I done!
What have I done! I can barely think when Ian appears at the door.

"What happened?" He asks

"I don't know, I don't know what came over me!" I say through desperate
sobs. Ian checks her pulse and breathing.

"She's fine Alex, she's just unconscious. She's still alive, Alex, she's
going to be all right"

"But the blood! The blood"

"She'll be fine. An ambulance is on the way she'll be fine"

"The others, what are the others doing? Oh god what have I done!" I
collapse onto my bum and lean against the wall, inches away from me the
remains of the TV lie in a mess. Hysteria floods through me. "I attacked
LEE!" I wail desperately looking into Ian's warm dark eyes. I'm shaking
again in panic and fear. He steps over the unconscious Carol and sits
beside me placing his arm around my shoulders and pulling my head onto his
shoulder.

"He was threatening you, you were defending yourself, there are enough
witnesses" I cry into his shoulder, "you know, I'm sorry" he says gently.

"For what?" I ask slowly gradually gaining control of my emotions.

"For the way I spoke to you earlier, it was... wrong" he says stroking my
face with his other hand. I smile at him and he kisses me, "I love you you
fool I just didn't expect it that's all. I suppose we all have skeletons in
our closets" He hugs me and I suddenly feel safe.

"Yeah, I have some fucking weird skeletons" I chuckle, strange how in such
a desperate situation we all can find some kind of humour. Carol murmurs on
the fool and Ian instantly hops up.

"Carol? Carol? Can you hear me?" He asks slowly,

"Oh my fucking head" She mutters groggily.

"Don't move Carol, wait until the ambulance gets here"

"Urgh... who are you" she asks slowly trying to focus on Ian's face.

"Oh my fucking god!" I panic getting up to my feet I start to pace the
floor.

"I'm Ian, Alex's boyfriend"

"Oh the nurse!" Carol says with a smile, "Where's Izzy is she alright?" she
tries to get onto her elbows but Ian gently pushes her back to the floor.

"Yes Carol Izzy is fine. Please don't move" In the distance the sirens can
be heard approaching and Wendy appears at the doorway to the bedroom.

"Alex can I have a word" I nod and follow her into the bathroom she closes
the door behind me and sits on the toilet, "Alex what are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just attacked someone, and hurt Carol. The police are going to be
asking questions, Rachel will tell them you attacked Lee, you will get
arrested"

"I was defending myself you saw him you all saw him"

"Yes you were sort of, but that's not how the police will look at it and
you can bet your bottom dollar that Lee certainly won't. He'll press
charges" She says, her face is a strange mix of concern and disappointment.

"But I was defending myself you saw that, dad saw it, Ian everyone saw it
they can't lie he was threatening me"

"But he didn't actually hurt you"

"I bet I'll have a fucking bruise where he was poking me!" I state angrily.

"Alex you broke his finger and nose. Then you virtually blew the room up!"
Wendy states matter-of-factly. She's right I'm in deep, very deep shit. I
sigh and sit on the edge of the bath.

"They're going to lock me up arn't they, just like mum" guilt racked
through me I can't believe I am in this situation. I'm just as dangerous as
those terrorists. Then it happened again. The sudden pain, the blistering
headache, the burning in my eyes. Images after image flooded before my
eyes. I see myself sat in grim grey room. A man in a black suit sat
opposite talking to me. I don't know what he's saying but I'm nodding
slowly, I'm neither angry nor happy, just indifferent. I gasp, and I'm back
in the bathroom with Wendy.

"What did you see?"

"I go with it. Let them press charges, something is going to happen" I say
with a strange urge of determination. I stand, Wendy watching me curiously
and I leave the room. The sirens have stopped, in my mum's room are two
paramedics talking with Carol. Below I can hear questions being asked and a
hysterical Rachel screaming back nonsensical answers. Calmly I walk down
the stairs, at the base stands Ian and my dad. They watch me as I descend.

"There he is, he's the bastard that raped and attacked my boyfriend"

The tall brutish looking police man turns to me. He holds in his hand his
electronic note pad.

"Is this true?" He asks me. I grin, possibly a bad idea, but I can't help
but laugh at the idiocy of our police force sometimes.

"Of course it isn't" I respond.

"LIAR!" Rachel screams

"Rachel please your not helping" Becky pleads whilst holding her hand.

"Did you attack this man?" The police man asks me pointing at Lee.

"It was self defence"

"And have you ever had sexual intercourse with him"

"Yes" I answer dead pan. Rachel growls angrily. The police man glances at
Rachel then back at me.

"Would you care to come down to the station sir to answer further
questions?"

"I will" I answer and I am escorted out of the building and into a squad
car. In the corner of my eye I see Wendy appearing on the staircase on her
mobile phone. Minutes later other police vehicles arrive. In a matter of
moments the quiet serenity of Afondiwedd is destroyed as I am whisked away
to a police station.  A tight knot forms in the pit of my belly, yet I
remain as calm as possible. The two policemen say nothing to me they just
talk amongst themselves and on their radios. Rape... the bastard, and what
of Carol. All fear melted away as my thoughts came to Carol and Ian. Waves
of guilt crashed over my bedrock of anger and disappointment. I was meant
to have the whole weekend with him, and now I am on my way to a police
cell.

"Gentlemen how long will this take?" I ask as politely as my maelstrom of
emotions will allow.

"As long as it needs to, these are quite serious allegations" I lean back
into the seat and cross my arms. I'd never been in a police car
before. It's exactly what I imagined. We pull into the underground car park
and loading bay beneath the Diddbach police station. They open the door for
me and I step out with one police man in front and another behind I am
escorted into an elevator which takes us directly to the main lobby of the
police station. It's a typical modern building, cold, sterile,
emotionless. Every face bore little or no emotion as if the nature of the
building had sapped the life force out of everyone. Surprisingly I'm not
booked in, and I'm escorted directly into a small interview room. All the
crime television series are quite accurate about these rooms. Empty but for
a table and some chairs and a small CCTV camera hangs in the corner.

"Please take a seat Mr Moon, someone will be with you shortly" An officer
instructs. I offer no protest and do as instructed. I am left alone in this
bleak windowless room. I'm surprised not to see a two way mirror adorning
the wall opposite me. Maybe the shows haven't got everything exactly
right. But then this is a small police station by modern standards, and the
usual crime in these parts wouldn't normally require such equipment. I
don't suppose grand theft sheep is such a major crime these days.

"Alex don't say a word their watching you" I look up towards the door and
there is the ghostly visage of Mrs Wrinklethought. I nod slowly to indicate
I understand. "There will be two of my colleagues arriving shortly. Do as
they instruct. We will sort this whole thing out don't worry" I nod
slightly once more. This is all getting very strange. I sigh out loudly as
Mrs Wrinklethought vanishes. Someone enters the room, dressed in a plain
black suit, his North Wales Constabulary badge pinned to his breast pocket.

"Hello Mr Moon. I am Detective Rowland. How are you?"

"All things considered I'm OK"

"There have been some serious allegations made against you. It says here
you attacked a Mr Lee Stephenson after he accused you of raping him, is
this true"

"No, it was self defence and the sex was consensual on all counts" I
reply. I fix Detective Rowland with a firm gaze. He looks back down at the
papers, "it says here there are two eye witnesses claiming you attack Mr
Stephenson"

"I'm sure there are other witnesses that say the contrary. Lee was
threatening me. He insulted me then he physically harassed me"

"And you broke his finger"

"I used appropriate force. I don't see how this is helping the situation
Detective Rowland. You say one thing I say the other, I have witnesses that
are saying the opposite to what two witnesses are saying. This is surely
going around in circles" I point out. I'm beginning to think my mouth might
become my enemy here so I decide to not say much more.

"There is one person yet to make a statement. She is currently being
treated in hospital for concussion. Can you tell me how she sustained that
injury?"

"No I cant remember just yet" I say, now I'm worried but try to hide it
deep down. The detective pauses for a moment to write something down on an
electronic notepad.

"I see. Would you say that you were the cause of the incident?" There comes
a knock on the door and two more men in suits enter. One is carrying a
steel briefcase.

"Detective we will take it from here" One says with a very authoritative
tone. Detective Rowland looks up at the new comers, a confused expression
flashes across his face. "And you are?" he asks.

"We are from Inscope" the man presents an ID and the detective takes it.

"I've never heard of you" the detective states blankly. He looks down at
his notepad and places it on the table. I try to discreetly glance at the
screen. I see nothing.

"We operate a number of facilities, Mr Moon is one of our patients. We have
the appropriate documentation" the man reaches into his breast pocket and
pulls out a brown envelope and hands it to the detective. Rowland opens it
and glances over the paperwork. A look of anger flashes across his face
before he stands.

"Very well" he concedes and makes to vacate the room. He pauses for a
moment studying the men's faces and leaves.

"Mr Wrath" the first man says to the other and the door is closed. The two
men sit at the table before me, placing the metal brief case down. The man
who spoke to the detective looks at me with a warm smile. "Mr Moon, we
finally meet!"

"Who are you?" I demand, but the man raises a hand to silence me. He looks
at Mr Wrath who silently turns and looks at the CCTV camera, a moment later
the little red light that indicates its on blinks off.

"I am Mr Rash, and this is Mr Wrath. I know ludicrous isn't it. We are from
Inscope. Mrs Wrinklethought instructed us of the situation and we have come
to clear this whole thing up for you" His smile is almost sickening. I
study him a moment, his eyes are grey and cold, his skin shallow in colour
almost translucent to a degree. His hair is blonde and slicked back. He
looks like a bad CIA extra in a B movie. He clearly loves what ever his job
is. Mr Wrath however is very different, built and muscular, he almost looks
ridiculous in a suit his neck filling his white collar so much it appears
to be ready to pop off.

"Who are Inscope?"

"We are a company of people who on the most part are much like yourself. We
want to help you, and indeed we will on one proviso" I lean back in my
chair. They mentioned facilities moments ago. I think I know where this is
leading, "we would like to conduct a number of simple tests on you Mr Moon
that is all"

"What kind of tests?"

"A few blood tests, some scans nothing to invasive. It will take a number
of days but afterwards you will be free to go. We would also like to offer
you a position within our organization" I nod slowly. Do I trust these
people I ask myself. Do I want to trust them.

"I still don't know what you do... as a company"

"Much like what Mrs Wrinklethought does. However we operate in many
different fields of work not just the marketing sector. You have no
obligation to join us, you will have time to consider it" he looks at me
warmly. I fix him back with a steely gaze. "Oh yes and Mrs Wrinklethought
sends you this" Mr Rash reaches into the briefcase and produces an exact
replica of my teapot. I can't help but smile. "You see Mr Moon we want to
help you and your friends. We will make all this" he gestures to the room,
"go away"

"Will I see my friends and family"

"Of course you will" he says, his voice dripping assurance. Do I trust
them. "After the tests"

"Very well, I will come with you and do these tests. But I want to know
more about this Inscope before I sign anything!" I instruct with a
sigh. I've either saved my bones or just done the most foolish thing in my
life. I've never wanted to see the future more so than right now.

"Excellent!" Mr Rash beams, "we have a helicopter waiting for us right
now. Please if you would put these on, their for your own safety" Mr Wrath
produces a pair of gloves, the kind you would wear for motorcycling except
for a few differences. The tips of the fingers are capped with steel and
around the wrist is a linkage system with a strange dial and a green
glowing button. Cautiously I put them on. Instantly the green button
changes red and the linkage system winds tight around my wrists.

"What the fuck!" I declare.

"They are merely to stop any further... unwanted discharges" Mr Rash
explains, "Come please, the time is of the present" Both men stand
abruptly, as do I. Things are getting weirder and weirder in my life I
summarize. I am escorted out of the room in a similar fashion to how I was
escorted in, Mr Rash before me and the hulking mass of Mr Wrath behind. On
the roof is a large black helicopter, a sort of blend between a military
and commercial model with the words INSCOPE printed on the side in
silver. As we approach a door slides open and the propellers start to
rotate. Today is a day of firsts I think, first a police car now a
helicopter, what's next a spaceship.

Mr Rash points me to a seat and I strap myself in. Mr Wrath sits behind
me. Mr Rash clambers into the front next to the pilot. The door slides
shut. The thudding noise of the propellers are nearly deafening when Mr
Rash turns in his seat and shouts to me.

"I'm sorry Mr Moon, but this wont hurt a bit" I feel a sudden prick in my
neck I manage to turn as things begin to grow fuzzy. Mr Wrath is removing
from my neck something that resembles a pen, a small needle vanishes into
the base. Then everything went black.

The black eye continues its onward march the animals following
behind. Their order unchanged. In the distance the Bull, Kuala and Snake
make their slow advance. From the surrounding darkness scores of
silhouettes gather, tall and menacing the stare down upon the small
procession with scorn and hate. Yet the eye ploughs on, it's determination
now set. It knows that freedom from this tyranny is not far, yet the
hardest struggle is yet to come. Above huge flashes of blood red lightening
crackle and burn their way through the dreadful black mist, and booms of
thunder that makes the very earth shake rattle the skies. Occasionally an
silhouettes tries to reach out and take one of their number, but the monkey
and the Lion fend them off with fierce attack. The enemies are
gathering. The Eye thinks, it will soon be time to fight.

Coldness is the first thing I feel, coldness and the overwhelming sensation
of nakedness. I can't move, strapped down it seems. My vision is still
blurred but I can see huge orbs of light before me. In the background the
air clicks and whirls. There is the noise of a drill and a pressure on my
left arm. "Shit he's awake" I hear someone say. There is another clicking
noise and everything goes black once more.

"Is he awake?" says a familiar female voice.

"Coming round" My vision is slowly returning. I'm lain out on a bed, but my
arms and legs are restricted. All I can see is white, then two darker blobs
that gradually become heads. "Yes, he's nearly with us now, I'll leave it
to you Doctor Barkley" continues the second voice.

"Hello Alex" says the voice I know. My vision is still blurry but I can see
she is leaning over me, face close to mine. I can see her brown hair piled
on top of her head in a tight bun. Her oval eyes. Clear blue. Her bright
red painted lips. The subtle scent of honeysuckle.

"Emily?" I ask cautiously. She's checking something I can tell, be it the
straps holding me to the bed or some other piece of medical equipment I
don't know just yet.

"Yes that's right" She says. Emily was an old friend, we had studied
together, she had gone off to university the same time I had gone to
Newcastle. We had been very close but as ever time had been a great
separator. She had gone off to study in the sciences, but had gone to work
for some financial company after she passed her degree to pay off her
education loans. Or so I thought.

"But your..."

"Got my degree? Got Married? A Mother? Working? Oh yes all of those
things. Not that you cared" She states quite nonchalantly.

"Emily, I don't... what's going..." I barely have strength to form words
let alone sentences. I feel like I've been sapped of all but a drop of life
and I am just a husk with basic functions.

"Quite funny really" Emily continues, "you were once the epicentre of so"
she draws the word so out for to long, "many people. Then you just
vanished. Not a word, no letter, email or even a simple phone call. Just
poof" she smiles at me as she jabs another needle into an arm, "your gone"

"Emily please" I stutter through the pain. "Ian? Carol?"

"Oh I don't know who they are, but I do know we were the best of friends
you and I" she continued ignoring my plight. She had a serious expression,
one formed from pent up anger, bitterness and betrayal. She was focused
intently on what ever she was doing to me her face mere inches from my
body. "brilliant friends, my family helped you so much during your parents
divorce. A roof, a shoulder, a meal, all of it because it was you! They
loved you like the son they didn't have. Then without a word you left. Gone
in a flash. Not a phone call, or a visit, not even a text message. But that
didn't matter did it Alex. No not to the amazing Alex no I bet you had lots
of friends where ever you were. Lots and lots so you didn't have to think
about those you left behind!" She looks at me, a broad smile on her face,
"All done now! Nighty night" She presses a button on the wall. I go dizzy
before it all goes black once more.

The third time I gain consciousness its much faster. My vision is restored
in mere seconds. I'm standing or so it seemed at first but I was strapped
to a near vertical bed, my feet resting on a cold metal plate my arms
wrists, head chest thighs and legs were tightly bound to the bed by leather
straps. I am in a large round white room, the wall of which in front of me
is entirely glass. I can see Mr Rash, Mr Wrath, a number of other men in
suits, a couple of doctors at computers and Emily. Standing like a pillar
arms folded her face stern and focused. They are all speaking whilst
watching me. I can't hear what their saying. I try to move but quickly
realise its no good.

A few minutes later they seemed satisfied I'm terrorised and awake enough
to talk to me. "Hello Alex" Mr Rash says speaking into a microphone. His
voice echoes loudly in my white chamber, "You will be pleased to know this
is the final test. You've been doing very well" He is speaking to me like I
am a child. Each word slow and accurately pronounced with a broad fake grin
plastered across his face. "I'm afraid however, that for this test you need
to be conscious. It might hurt a little bit"

Fear erupts in my belly. Anyone who says to you, this might hurt a bit,
means one or two things, its going to virtually kill you, or feel like
angels bathing you in petals and rose water. There is never a happy
medium. "Now dont panic Alex, this will be over in an hour or so" Says
Emily. Before pressing a button on some console. Shutters drop in front of
the glass, what metal they are exactly I couldn't tell but they looked
thick. What the hell am I being exposed to that they cant. The light
dims. From the ceiling a strange series of armatures lower. The mechanisms
whirl and whir as they line up into place before me. It falls silent for a
second or two. Orange warning lights begin to flash and rotate from the
centres of the walls and a count down begins. The armature begins a slow
rotation around me. My heart is thumping in my chest. It feels like it may
burst from my chest. I try to close my eyes but can't. Then it begins. It
feels like heat beginning in the core of my body. It's quite pleasant at
first, like the soft warmth of a cup of tea inside your stomach. But it
increases.

Then my right shoulder begins to hurt, and my left fore arm burn. It's like
I'm being cooked from the inside. As if I'm in some giant microwave. When
the headache starts it nearly knocks me for six, but it ebbs away, before
gradually building once more. My teeth are tightly clenched to fight the
pain but does little. The sensation in my belly is swelling, rapidly
expanding. I feel like I might explode. I scream out in shear agony. My
shoulder begins to throb. I can feel blood pumping through my veins
swelling veins. My forearm itches and burns. The pain is tormenting. I cry
and sweat and fight against the straps but nothing helps. My tears cascade
to the floor as I sob in my bonds. The only noises I hear is the clicking
and whirring of the machine, and the soft echoes of my misery. Every inch
of my body feels like its on fire. But I have accepted the pain I can do
nothing and strapped to this bed as the machine twists and clicks I accept
what ever fate throws at me.

For what felt like an agonizing eternity I remained in that
room. Occasionally the memory still comes back to haunt me. It was not the
pain that scares me now, but the acceptance I had for my situation. How
easily I was broken. In the end though, the machine did stop, and like so
many other times since entering the care of Mr Wrath and Mr Rash I was
rendered unconscious via another injection. I wondered for a while if I was
ever going to be able to sleep again without the need of a
tranquillizer. As I awoke this time I found myself lying on a soft warm bed
in an enormous luxurious room. My clothes cleaned, pressed and neatly
folded over a clothes horse stood near an open doorway that lead to a
palatial en-suite bathroom. I slipped out of the silken sheets I was naked
but I felt amazing. Unlike anything other sensation I had ever had. Each
muscle seemed firm, each flaw in my skin vanished. I felt like I was new,
and there was something new. Upon my left wrist a small metallic disk
protruded from the skin. Its screen was black with white digits upon it. I
assumed it was the time. They built a clock into my arm! THEY BUILT A CLOCK
INTO MY ARM! I begin to freak out. They've turned me into a bomb the
bastards! I grasp at the metal and tug and twist. Nothing happens, it
doesn't even hurt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" Says Mr Rash from the corner of the room
where he had been sat reading.

"Why what will it do" I say turning on him, still naked but I didn't care.

"Nothing actually your just wasting your time" He smiles and returns to his
book, "Get washed and dressed we can talk a bit more later. Breakfast will
soon be ready" I nod, I don't see any point in disagreeing. There are two
reasons for this, firstly I'm naked and OK that's not the worst thing in
the world, but most importantly I'm naked, just woken up after god knows
how many days, and the urge to have a wank is growingly desperate. As I
walk to the bathroom I begin to pop a hard on, even with Mr Rash in the
room probably watching me from behind. That thought didn't help. Mr Rash is
not an attractive man, but the idea of someone, anyone watching me naked
oddly turns me on. I grab my clothes and shut the door twisting the
mechanism to lock.

The bathroom is enormous, the walls, floor and ceiling tiled in white and
blue marble, a large arched misted window adorned with white curtains
draped about it dominated the far wall. A huge mirror framed in silver
adorned the far wall where a sink the size of a bath sat beneath it. But
the dominating feature was a huge glass bowl that doubled as both shower
basin and bath. Hanging above it a huge square shower head hung and rising
from the floor a collection of taps and mixers hung over the side of the
glass bath. I placed my clothes upon a chair near the mirror and stepped
into the bath. I studied the taps a moment and after a few false starts a
cascade of beautifully hot water fell on me. It caressed my skin, like hot
fingers. I washed my hair first relishing the sensation of the suds. I was
still hard and as I washed my body my dick begged for attention. I spent
some time cleaning my private parts, enjoying the sensation of the soap
against my skin. I reached around and washed my buttocks and my fingers
probing and teasing my hole. I love playing with myself in the shower, and
right now my mind was occupied with one thing. I needed to cum and cum
badly.

I gripped the base of my phallus and stroked upwards, my fingers expertly
altering around the contours of my penis. I went slowly at first one hand
toying with my ass the other rubbing my cock. The hot water cascading over
my body. I pictured Ian gently parting my ass cheeks and beginning to rim
me. The image was a powerful one, and one I would often recall during my
moments of self serving. Next he's kissing my neck and I sigh with the
sensation of my own ministrations and the imagined sensation of him naked
pressed against me. My finger probes a little deeper inside
myself. Fingering myself is not a common practice of mine however right now
I wanted to have a power orgasm and there's only a few ways of doing that,
and Ian isn't here right now. My finger explores deeper inside of me. I
tighten my grip on my dick and tug harder. I groan a little more however I
am aware of Mr Rash outside and I try to stifle my noise. In my mind Ian
begins to suck on my nuts. Licking his way around the weighty globes
smiling at me as he does. I tug harder whilst forcing my finger deeper
inside my self. I find my prostrate and I squirm as my finger brushes
against it. A strong burst of pleasure rockets through me. As I pull on my
dick I thrust my fingers in and out of my arse. Pushing with all my might
against my prostrate, forcing the orgasm to build, and build it does. I
feel the tingling deep in my groin. I gasp as I feel my nuts tighten
against my body ready to deliver what I so desperately want. I force my
fingers in harder for a final time. My dick spasms in my hand the head
swelling enormously, its red and purple colour looking angry against the
pale marble and glass that surrounds me. Waves of pleasurable paralysing
sensations crash through me as a thick long jet of hot cum spurts from out
of me. I groan with deep satisfaction as another thick jet erupts forth,
and another and another. I am panting and gasping as yet more spurts shoot
across the bath landing in the water, glinting like pearls before they
vanish down the drain. My legs shake and my nuts ache as the final dying
jets trickle from my dick head. I sigh satisfied.

I finish my shower moments later after rubbing myself down with pepper
scented body wash. I turn the shower off and step out of the bath reaching
for one of the enormous plush towels that hang upon a heated towel rack. My
skin tingles and body flushed from the heat of the water and the intense
orgasm. I smile at myself in the mirror.

I quickly dress and re enter the bedroom to find Mr Rash has vacated
it. However to my left the huge double doors are swung open. Their enormous
doors narrow but immensely tall. I wander into the next room. It's just as
ornate as the bedroom. In the far left a huge window rises exposing a
fantastic view of mountains and valleys untainted by modernity. In the
heart of the room a large round table dominates upon it mountains of fruit,
about which are clustered silver domes. Mr Rash is sat at the table now
reading a newspaper. And there is Ian. Sat casually next to Mr Rash talking
with Emily. As I enter he looks at me and smiles broadly. Emily notices
Ian's distraction and follows his gaze to me. Her face is expression free
just indifference. Mr Rash looks at me over the top of his newspaper.

"Mr Moon. I hope you find the facilities to your liking"

"Oh yeah!" I reply enthusiastically. I approach the table and lift one of
the silver domes revealing rolled crepes oozing luscious chocolate.

"We didn't know what you prefered so you have everything" Mr Rash informs
folding up his paper and placing it upon the table.

"I'm starving!" I declare my huger suddenly sparked by the sight of so much
food.

"So you should you haven't eaten in four days" Emily states coldly. She
turns her attention to a large arch-lever file beside her. "Sit down Alex
we have much to discuss"

"Indeed" concedes Mr Rash with another sickening smile, "you prove yourself
quite the interesting subject!"

"Subject, or laboratory rat?" I ask, I may be overwhelmed by my current
surroundings but the memory of my last "test" is still raw.

"Well... thats"

"The tests are significant and important, a little pain is nothing to the
importance of our work" Emily intones, "Sit, eat and I will explain what
we've discovered" I nod. We were once very close Emily and I. I was well
and truly comfortable about my sexuality when I met her, but I always
thought had I not been gay she would be the type of woman I would
marry. She is firm, intelligent, and a powerful woman with a caring and
soft side that only few see. Her attitude towards me now, is obvious devoid
of the latter. She smiles weakly at me as I take a seat at the enormous
table and begin lifting one dome then another. I pile a plate greedily with
an assortment of breakfast goodies, sugary waffles coated in syrup. Piles
of candied fruits and a mountain of crepe's filled a variety of sweet
fillings. I gather a bowl of muesli mixed with currants and dried banana
and pour myself a steaming cup of tea. My appetite is insatiable. As I
watch the mountain of food grow before me, I wonder if my eyes are larger
than my stomach, but who the fuck cares. I dig in.

"You may remember the time of infection" Emily begins, "it was nearly five
months ago" I nod in agreement as I spoon another big mouthful of muesli
into my mouth.  "Normally at this point of infection your abilities should
be quite weak, however you have experienced a number of more profound
moments not common to someone at your stage. The most recent you suffered
was in your mothers bedroom where you discharged a huge amount of raw
energy as a natural defence mechanism" Emily looks at me sternly. Her face
a contortion of emotions, one of professionalism the others, bitterness and
betrayal. Her lips pursed. "You defy all our research Alex. You do not fit
within the five phases"

"What Dr Barkley is trying to say" Mr Rash interrupts, I turn to face him,
I'm currently devouring an orange. God it tastes so good, I've not tasted
an orange so good, "that you are quite the remarkable host for our alien
friends" I nod slowly, "and we have begun a treatment that you and the
Gifter's seem to respond to very well".

"We have encouraged their growth so much so that you are now nearing the
end of phase two. We hope within the next year to complete the treatment
and you will be quite comfortably in phase five"

"What is this treatment?" Ian asks, speaking for the first time. I smile at
him not that its visible through the thick slice of melon I am now
inhaling.

"Alex has already experienced one session already, it is not pleasant
however its benefits are enormous"

"You mean the giant microwave you had me in" I declare angrily swallowing
my food. Ian glances between Mr Rash and Emily. "I'm not going in that
again!"

"But you must!" Emily protests, "The treatment has been started we must
complete the process"

"That wasn't apart of the deal" I state to Mr Rash. He smiles that
sickening grin he has whilst arching his fingers before himself.

"Alex please understand it from our point of view. We save you from the
police, we clear up a very big mess you made for yourself, we offer you a
handsome salary, and in return all we ask for is to do a few simple tests
on you every now and again. But if you don't want to..." Mr Rash stands up
and walks across the large room towards the window, ", cooperate... I'll be
forced to reconsider my high opinion of you, and I'm not certain I could
keep the things Emily told me about your youth quiet. I'm sure the police
would be very interested in hearing about some of the things you got up to"
I look at Emily whose expression does not change, she merely leans against
the back of the chair, "especially in light of the recent rape accusations"

"Are you blackmailing me Mr Rash?"

"Not at all Alex. Consider our proposal: allow us to continue treatment and
teach you how to control your abilities and on top of all of that you will
be financially rewarded. You have one hour to decide" Mr Rash turns from
his vantage by the window and marches out of the room, "Come Dr Barkley"
Emily rose from her seat in silence and followed Mr Rash out.

"Ian before you ask I have no idea what Emily has said to him. I've have
never done anything wrong I swear!" I plead. But I needn't for some reason
Ian doesn't seem that concerned. He walks over to me and kneels beside my
chair kissing me on the forehead and running his hand down my cheek.

"I'm just glad your all right!" he says.

"How is everyone, what's been happening, how long have I been here, how is
Carol, have the police dropped the charges?"

"Whoa there horsey" He says with a cheeky grin. "Carol is fine they
discharged her two stitches that's all, she has mild concussion but nothing
to be concerned about. Your dad and Wendy are fine they're concerned about
you. Lee has dropped the charges. It seems he was visited by one of your
friends" Ian gestures to the room around us, he means the Inscope people,
whether their my friends I haven't decided yet. "Rachel has similarly shut
up and has gone to Europe with her mother. Everyone else seems to have
forgotten about it don't care. The house has been fixed back up like
nothing had ever happened. Even the squeak on the bathroom door has
gone. Carol asked me to tell you as well, the replacement teapot has
arrived" I smile and grasp Ian's hand, "So Carol is all right, I mean she's
all right with me not angry that I nearly killed her"

"You were along way off from killing her Alex and I think she's forgiven
you because its given her more time off from work" I laugh, she'll probably
be flinging herself off high things as we speak if she can get more time
off for it.

"So what should I do?" I ask looking deep into Ian's eyes. He smiles before
looking out the window. He stands and retraces Mr Rash's steps.

"That's your decision, but think about it carefully. What did they first
ask of you, what is the difference between then and now, and in the future
are they likely to demand more?" He says, oddly sounding like its a little
rehearsed. I pat my pockets looking for a cigarette. Guessing what I want
Ian chucks me a packet and then a lighter. Hungrily I tear open the plastic
wrapper and pull free the foil and a cigarette. Lighting up I get that warm
burning sensation I so enjoy. After a pause he continues, "however I do
think it would be slightly foolish to walk away from all this. You will
still have your freedom and the chance to understand those things living
inside of you, and judging from the looks of this... you wouldn't have to
worry about money for a while" he grins at me. I have to admit I do kind of
agree with him. I would be a complete fool to ignore all the benefits, but
could I really go through that microwave test again. I jab my fork at a
melon rind as I inhale and exhale. A good smoke helps me think.

I watch Ian as I mull over my dilemma. He's staring out the window at the
rolling landscape. "Where are we?"

"Pembrokeshire, near the old oil refinery" Ian informs, "you can just see
it in the distance" He points to somewhere outside my point of vision.

"How did you get here?"

"They came for me, told me you were with them and that you wanted to see
me. Naturally I came straight away, we had been told that you had been
taken into the custody of some medical group. We were all really confused
and worried about you. When I got here they explained what had happened" I
nod slowly to his words. How odd that they would go to Ian and not my
father, but then they were right I would have rather seen Ian than my
father, however selfish that sounds. I look around myself. I theorize to
myself: If I say yes, money wouldn't be a problem, however I would would
have to suffer excruciating pain on occasion however I feel pretty fucking
fantastic now. If I say no, I wouldn't have to under go the treatment but
they will more than likely make life difficult for me. I could always go to
the press or the government, but then who would believe me. The way I see
it right now, I don't really have a choice, but I'm not going to go
willingly. I stand up and stroll over to Ian. He smiles as I approach. When
I'm a few feet away I charge and give him a bear hug.

"Kiss me you dick!" I demand and he does. When our kiss ends I look out the
window at the amazing view. The rolling fields pocked by the occasional
tree or building. We're quite high up I notice. Must be on a hill or a
mountain side. "I don't think I've got much of a choice you know... I might
have to suffer this after all" I gesture to the view and the room in
general. Ian's hand wanders into my back pocket and gropes my arse. With
his other hand he leads one of mine towards the bulge in his pants. I
gripped his hard dick. I growl at him. "If I had know you were here I
wouldn't of had a wank in the shower!" I declare my voice like gravel.

"I thought you did" He says with a dirty smile, "I could tell by your
expression! Did you think of me?" I begin to rub his inflamed cock through
his pants.

"Of course" I whisper seductively, "Want to know what you did?" He nods
slowly with a childish grin, "First you got down on your knees, then you
parted my cheeks and ate my ass. Then you sucked on my nuts for ages" I
draw each word out and mutter as sexily as I could whilst I rubbed his dick
through his pants, "but what I really wanted was for you to fuck
me. Hard. Deep. And to fill me full of your fuck" I grin at him as he
sighs, my ministrations pleasing him. "I wanted to beg you to cum inside
me. I wanted you to fill me with your cum" my rhythmic rubbing of his
crotch increased. "I wanted to hear you grunt as you fucked me with every
inch of your, long, hard dick" Ian's eyes were now closed as I whispered in
his ear. I pressed my body against his my hand still firmly grasping his
manhood. "I want you" I continue, "I want your sexy naked body against
mine"

"Oh christ" he mutters, "Alex if you keep going I'm going to cum"

"Great" I say as I sink my my knees, my hand deftly undoing his fly, "cum
for me" His hard dick flops out of his pants, bobbing and swelling
demanding attention. I lick the oozing tip then I gently suck upon the slit
my tongue probing a little hungrily hunting out the precum. Above me Ian
groans as he thrusts my head onto his dick nearly gagging me. I quickly
adjust to his member and begin bobbing sucking strongly on his dick. "Oh
god yeah" Ian pants. "I want to fuck you right now" he demands I look up at
him and try to frown as best I can with a dick in my mouth. I double my
efforts trying to bring him to orgasm. It's not that I don't want Ian to
fuck me, I really do, but I have other pressing matters to deal with. When
we get home and I've checked on Carol thats a different matter. My ass is
his slave then.

After the few months Ian and I had been together I had learned how to
please him best. A wandering hand found its way to his arse. I grabbed the
luscious firm globes of flesh as best I could through his jeans. I forced
his dick in and out of my mouth sucking as hard as I could. My other hand
was gently toying with his bollocks. Above me Ian's free hand was teasing
his own nipple, his other rested on the back of my head. I love watching
him play with his own body like this. But it does make me wish I had more
hands, I would enjoy it a whole lot more if I was doing it.

"Yeah" he gasps as he begins to pound my mouth. It hurts slightly, my
throat not totally capable of taking this kind of probing. I choke
occasionally but I try and relax allowing him complete dominance over my
mouth. "Urgh, ahh" he groans as I feel a quiver shoot up through his
body. Seconds later the back of my throat is coated with streams of hot
fresh cum. In fact he pumps my mouth full of so much man juice I struggle
to swallow it and it begins to dribble out the side of my mouth. Eventually
he seems to stop and he withdraws his phallus from my mouth and I smile up
at his a blob of cum threatening to drop from my chin. He wipes it up with
a finger and feeds it back to me.

"Tasty" I declare climbing to my feet. Ian smiles warmly at me.

"Go wash up, I'll try and find Mr Rash" I nod and toddle off to the
bathroom, Ian's watching me go so I try to shake my butt as sexily as I can
for him. I don't think it works, he just laughs as he heads off to find Mr
Rash.

Moments later Emily, Mr Rash and Ian re-enter the main room, as I walk back
from the bathroom wiping my face with a towel.

"Mr Rash" I declare loudly and happily, "I think I will accept" I pause a
second watching the slight change in the emotionless expression of Emily
and a the huge beaming smile blooming on Mr Rash, "with some proviso's"