Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2011 07:15:30 -0500 From: jamie jones <nosam3111@gmail.com> Subject: Life Inhuman: Chapter 1 All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the Author, except where permitted by law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. There is content that may be disturbing for some readers so continue at your own discretion and if at any time you feel this story is not for you please discontinue reading immediately. This is my first attempt at writing a story to share so please provide feedback, pro or con, in a respectable manner. NOSAM3111@GMAIL.COM ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was black, so dark it seemed to absorb the light from the room. Making the sunlit room seem like it was lit by a full moon. It was per say perfect in all ways. This one carat midnight diamond, one of the rarest diamonds in the known universe, would soon adorn the hand of my mate, Jasper, and I was pleased at the work of the master craftsmen. This would be perfect for Jasper whom is around 5 foot 10 , 200 pounds, dark blond hair, sporting a perfect Adonis build and the most gorgeous sapphire blue eyes that have their own glow. It is still hard to believe that tomorrow is our wedding day. It was an arranged marriage that fell through as our families fell into conflict yet is seems destiny had it own plan as we had fallen for each other and had been a couple for 4 years before we learned of the arrangement. Well for records sake I suppose I Will need to start at the beginning. I am Stephen Reginald Capetian (stands about 5 foot 6 weighing in at 195 solid muscle, hairy arms-legs-chest-and-back, lite blond hair, emerald green eyes and sporting a lite beard). I was raised in foster care and bounced from home to home. It seemed that I always brought out the worst in people. The Abuse, assaults, and molestations I endured would have easily killed a kid. Yet somehow I lived and believing if there was a God up there that he hated me and kept me alive just to endure more of the same. By the time I was 14 I hardly looked human due to severe scaring and deformities caused at the hands of my keepers. I was raised to believe that it was my role in life to be the proverbial punching bag. The night of my fifteen birthday is when everything changed for me. I was staying with the Garrets, Bill the father and three boys Sean, Dave, and Chad. Paula the mom had died at the hand of bill once he figured I was better in bed the she could think of being. It was dark like it always was in my holding cell. Not sure why they would try and roast me today as I have been behaving. It felt as though it was 120 degrees. I was pouring sweat and my body ached worse than any beating I had received. What was worse was my chest was hurting as if something was trying to burn through the flesh. As the hours passed the heat and pain got so bad I began to black out for unknown periods of time. The cell was about 2 foot , 4 foot tall, and about 6 foot deep, kind of like an over sized dog kennel . not sure if it was the heat but it seemed to get smaller and get bigger almost as if it where breathing. Then the migraine started. Every smell, sound or smallest ray of light hurt as my senses where hyper sensitive. I was praying for death but as always it would not acknowledge me nor grant me its sweet release from my hell. Suddenly it felt as though someone punched me in the back of the head and all faded to black, at last death had claimed me, or so I thought. I awoke to what sounds like a movie, then slowly opening my eyes. I was on a cot with tube and wires attached to me not to mention the cuffs an chains. Looking around I realized I was Bills room. Seem he had his "Doctor" keeping an eye on me. The Doctor was vet that lost his medical license due to too many malpractice suites not to mention the children he molested. I could hear every one talking like they were right beside me but as I focused just a bit I realized they were in fact in the garage at the other end of the house. The doctor mentioned to bill he should consider putting me down as there was a lot of blood loss and too much physical trauma from those seizures. Not to mention Bill if he spazes out he could hut one of you or damage something irreplaceable. I was shocked, was I heard him saying regarding me? Bills responce was simply So be it. It got quite for a spell. there was a creak as then entered the mainpart of the house walking in my direction. As I heard them enter the room I acted as though I was still out of it. Before I was able to realize what was happening I was assaulted with a needle being jabbed in my heart. The emence pain was followed by a still quiet darkness. When I awoke I was chained to a wall and my manhood was locked away for good it seemed as every seem of the pod was welded and the keyhole filled in. Only by means of a blowtorch would I see it again. Not that I was allowed to enjoy it in the first place as the rule was clear I could only be pleasured by another and never myself. I was in a basement that smelled dogs and mold. The smell was over powering almost stomach wrenching. Looking around I noticed there were some dogs over in the corner and they seemed to steer clear of me. I took a deep breath and suddenly I seen a map of everything in the house in my mind. There was no one here just me and 4 dogs and there was a faint smell I remember from when Doctor had came into the room at Bills. I just knew I was certifiably wacko now. To make matters worse I heard voice discussing me. I tried to determine the source and was scared for my sanity when it seemed that it came from the corner where the dogs sat. I decided to yell for help which was a mistake. It seems I miss I was wearing a shock color and it was wired to my manhood. Then I heard ?ohh that is gonna leave a mark.? Followed by a more feminine voice ?A silent pup is a good pup, master says so? I whispered out whose there? I was surprised the shock collar did not go off. Who is talking about pups? Suddenly the dogs perked up. Had I really heard the dogs? So I chanced another whisper ? hey Fido com here? . "Fido who the hell does he think I am? I am Ralph and a 3 time champion Doberman" was the reply. "ok, I cant believe I am saying this, but Ralph can you please come here?" "shit the kid can hear us" Ralph stated as he trotted to me. The dogs and I spoke for nearly 3 hours till it got dark and I heard a car pull into the garage. I knew from the conversation that I was in for a night of pain as the doctor loved to practice surgeries of his long lost past without anesthetics and form what they heard was something about removing the prostrate. I had to find away out of here. Suddenly the fever began again along with the pain an burning. I knew the Doctor would be here any min and once again prayed for death as with thick logging chain and padlocks there was no hope for escape. Then I heard that shrill voice, "Ah I see my patient is awake. Good, good. We shall begin shortly and by morning you will only be male by toward appearances so we can cut off the pod and you will forever know that I stole your ability to be a man and will forever be the boy slave you are. In anger I shouted for him to go to hell only to receive another nasty shock. With a sneer he simply state a pup should always remember ones place, but fret not I will remove the male in you and you will submit to me. After a few backhanded slaps the doctor left to prepare. I could tell by the light that it was a full moon, meaning it has been 3 weeks since my fevers started and that it was my birthday. As the moon light hit me it burned like being in the sun too long. As the moon shifted to fully bath me in its light I felt anger and a confidence in me like never before as if the pain was burning the weak boy away leaving something stronger, something new, something deadly. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Again this is my first story so please be honest and provide feedback as it will determin how far this story will go. NOSAM3111@GMAIL.COM