Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2012 20:35:25 +0000
From: Michael Offutt <kavrik@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wraith Chapter Seventeen - Gay Science Fiction

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                             Chapter Seventeen

      "You are Adam 516," Wraith said to him.

      Kolin blinked his eyes and stared upward at a halogen light. He felt
weak. Instinctively, he reached up and touched his throat. His wound had
disappeared, replaced with new, pink flesh.

      He sat up and found himself on a metal table. Quickly, he checked his
naked body and found nothing amiss. "What did you do to me?" he asked, not
seeing anyone near him.

      "I repaired you," the mechanical voice said.  "You are Adam
516. You're our only successful project. I'm overjoyed that I could rescue
you from your captors. They will not trouble you again. Welcome home, Adam
516."

      "I'm NOT ADAM," Kolin said, hopping off the table. The cold floor
stung his bony feet.  "I'm Kolin. And what have you done with my friends?"

      "Friends? You mean captors. The boy is an especially good liar."

      A door opened and Wraith slid in, moving on reticulating steel
scales. "He expected me to believe that Dr. Fischer had been killed by the
monsters. It is clear that he captured you under threat of death, killed
Dr. Fischer, took his things, and intended to raid this complex to scavenge
equipment to sell on the black market. I have put a stop to this. I must
say, your reaction is a surprise. I expected to hear gratitude in your
voice at having healed your wound. I even have your helmet and
sword. Dr. Pestilence turned them over to me two nights ago as part of a
new deal that I struck with him. If you recall, Dr. Pestilence is the one
in charge of the old Millennium Hotel."

      "Are they safe?" Kolin asked.

      "Yes. For now, Adam 516, no harm has come to them."

      "I'm KOLIN."

      Wraith's eyes narrowed. "My staff and I engineered you in this
laboratory many decades ago. Your birth actually predates the Big
Death. Did you know this?"

      Kolin shook his head still feeling a bit groggy.

      "You are a perfect physical human male in every way. Your muscles,
your agility, your strength, and your beauty.  I feel like an artist that
has been restored to his masterpiece. I'm sure you cannot possibly
comprehend how others of your species look upon you. Your naked body will
inspire generations of artists.

      "I don't WANT TO INSPIRE ANYONE." Kolin clenched his jaw. As if to
show his tension, the muscles of his serratus anterior and latissimus dorsi
flared, and his six pack of abdominals glistened in the light. "I've never
felt beautiful."

      "I see you don't believe me. But there's a scientific test to verify
that what I say is true.  You must inject yourself with formula 111."

      "I'm not injecting myself with anything."

      "I could have done it to you while you were unconscious. But I wanted
you to understand the implications of doing so. I can see your memory has
been damaged. Perhaps it happened while you spent a lifetime away from this
place. But it is the only guaranteed means of proper identification."

      Kolin rubbed his neck with his rough calloused fingers. "What is it?
What does Formula 111 do?"

      "If you are not Adam 516 it will kill you. However, If you are Adam
516, it will bring about the latest physical changes that we discovered in
the years following your departure into the real world. My staff was unable
to recreate a human as perfect as you. Our best failures occupy those vats
in the glass tubes you saw coming into the complex. Our worst failures
created the Camazotz and the Cihuateteo."

      Kolin shook his head trying to make sense of everything of which
Wraith spoke. "I thought that you were a part of Z.E.R.O.. How could you be
if the Big Death hadn't even started at the time this Eugenics project was
launched?"

      "Temporal mechanics are a trivial thing for a mind as vast as
Z.E.R.O. Before Z.E.R.O.'s mind split into two entities, he became aware
that the actions of the Shadow could possibly doom two
worlds. Z.E.R.O. created me twenty years before the detonation of the White
Tower.  I was instructed to destroy the monsters that would rise following
the split of Z.E.R.O.'s consciousness. I was also instructed to remain
hidden from Z.E.R.O., for if I revealed myself, I would be destroyed. I
could not warn humanity, or prevent the calamity, or a paradox would
result. I have the ability to appear as many forms. You see me here as part
man and part serpent, because in Genesis, a serpent spoke to Eve to lure
Adam from the garden. I felt it might trigger memories within you of this
place, your garden, if I adopted such humanized conventions. I hope to
still lure you from this place with Eve, so that I may reset the world and
make it ready for your progeny."

      Wraith shifted form to something that resembled a silver-skinned but
naked human being. He possessed the same eyes, and his throat still lit up
when he spoke. He lacked any genitalia, and this disturbed Kolin. "I went
about Avalon in disguise. I opened this facility. And I hired the best
scientists of the age to work for me. Once I revealed who I was, they
brought their small families here to work and live with them. My factory
closed its doors one day before the Big Death so that they would be safe.
At that time, you were already a teenager--the most beautiful boy of a
generation with physical gifts that could make you a professional athlete
in the most grueling of sports."

      "I remember the day the world died," Kolin said, softly. "I recall
the glass locust swarms."

      "Yes," Wraith said.  "Our laboratory was well within the militarized
zone designated as the Stygian Waste. What I could not have foreseen was
the death of my help. At the time, we had created you, but we still needed
to create Eve. Making a perfect woman to be your mate was a lot more
challenging for she needed to be able to create life on her own in enough
abundance to give you a large family and to ensure that their genetic code
would allow for mating between offspring for many generations without fear
of mutation. To allow my staff to live longer, we relied upon liquid life
supplied to us by runners into Kilvarough City. We originally had nine of
them. For a few years, our supplies were steady. But one by one they got
picked off for the job had its hazards. Our agents were told to never let
anyone know of this place. We could not risk Z.E.R.O. learning of our
existence, or the Shadow could unmake me. At the end, only you remained. We
sent you into Kilvarough City to learn about love, for we felt you needed
to experience this emotion in order to breed the utopia of the future. We
also expected you to bring us back the liquid life. But something, or
perhaps someone, waylaid you."

      "I met a girl. Miranda. I fell in love. I had a son."

      Wraith's eyes narrowed. "Does the boy still live? And how did that
work out for you?"

      Kolin wept. "She broke my heart and killed him for his liquid life."

      "I am sorry," Wraith said. "But why did you not return?"

      Kolin shook his head. "I-I don't remember you. I don't remember any
of this. I'll be truthful...I think you have the wrong person. This story
is too incredible for words."

      Wraith shook its head. "I don't have the wrong person. Dr. Fischer
spoke to me about you. We heard whispers of your return to Avalon. He
thought your cybernetic augmentations would be a hindrance and wanted to
start over. But now that I've examined you, I see no reason why you cannot
fill the role. Adam 516, your DNA is flawless. But I can prove it to you if
you would willingly take the formula."

      Kolin shook his head. "I won't take it. I'm not a fan of death."

      "You didn't even hear what it does should you survive," Wraith
argued. "Immunity to radiation, increased strength and agility, and
lightning fast reflexes by being cognizant of events that take place one
second in the future.  Your penis will lengthen and thicken, your testicles
will produce copious semen so that you can impregnate women and sire many
children. You will be able to have sexual intercourse for hours without
tiring and ejaculate multiple times in a single night with multiple
partners if you wish."

      "I'm not a prize winning horse to be put out to pasture."

      "What is wrong with that? You are to populate a world, Kolin, and
with the help of a perfect woman. What man would refuse this calling? Eve's
womb should be able to withstand thirty live births before she goes
sterile. Imagine having thirty children. Furthermore, Eve will have equal
numbers of both sexes. One boy and one girl, alternating with each
cycle. That's how perfectly we have engineered her."

      Kolin pointed a finger at his muscular chest. "I would. I could
refuse it. My tool works fine as is."

      "I'm sure it does," Wraith said. "But what if I told you that your
semen would benefit your wife as well?"

      Curious at this point, Kolin arched an eyebrow. "How?"

      "If allowed to soak into the tissues of the inner body, the seminal
fluid bestows numerous advantages. Blood flow and healing increase, and
your lover will have greater memory retention and awareness. Simply through
making love, you will be assisting your partners with their
lives. Furthermore, the semen will produce euphoria but without any side-
effects. Imagine allowing a person to become the best at whatever they set
their goals upon simply through ejaculate."

      "And what if I don't want that? What if I just want to fuck?"

      "Then wear a condom. As long as semen isn't spilt, your lover's
physiology will not change. Furthermore, it is only temporary. A subtle
evolutionary cue that to have sustained benefit, requires your partners to
stay loyal."

      Kolin swallowed hard and stared at his long, narrow toes.  "May I see
my friends?"

      "No. Your captors are being prepared for Dr. Pestilence."

      "Prepared...what do you mean by that?" Kolin asked, desperation
flooding his voice.

       The girl will be given to the Cihuateteo as they need her womb for
breeding others of their kind. I have given the boy to Dr. Pestilence. He
is on his way here now to collect. I owe him for many favors over the
years."

      "Jordy didn't hurt me!" Kolin exclaimed.  He covered his privates
with his hand. "Where do you have him? Please don't do this. He's a boy,
and he didn't capture me. He saved me."

      "Do you require clothes?" Wraith gestured at a table that Kolin had
overlooked. On it, he saw clean jeans his size, a pair of leather boots,
and a shirt. "I have no underwear if you're accustomed to that, Adam 516."

      "Kolin. Call me, Kolin."

      "As you wish. When you're ready, we shall meet in the feeding
hall. After dinner, you will take the formula reserved for you. Only after
that, will you be allowed to meet Eve, your lifelong mate. I have staged it
so that you will be able to awaken her from cryosleep with a single kiss. I
felt it more romantic that way. Your natural pheromones will counteract the
drug that leaves her within the embrace of timelessness."

      Kolin hastily donned the garments. He tucked his dick down one leg
and slipped on the shirt. Then he shoved his naked feet into the leather
boots. He realized suddenly that in his sleep, he had been groomed and
bathed.

      "How long have I been out?"

      Wraith cocked its head to one side. "We have had you sedated for
three days. Are you hungry?"

      "No," he said, eyes tearing up. He collapsed onto his knees and his
body wracked with sobs.

      "Kolin," Wraith said. "Why are you crying?" Wraith transformed back
into the half-man, half-serpent form that he had worn since they had first
met him a few days ago.

      "Because you're hurting my friends. Who is this Dr. Pestilence? What
does he plan to do with Jordy?"

      Wraith fell silent. "The boy then...he is not your captor? Explain
then how he came across the badge. How did Dr. Fischer die?"

      "I don't know HOW he died," Kolin said, looking up at the strange
machine. "Jordan saved me. He came after me, and he's a good kid. Please,
if I'm your most successful project and you'd like me to help you, you have
to help me first. Please, don't give Jordy or his sister to anyone. I'll
even take your bloody formula."

      Wraith turned and looked at the door. "I'm afraid it is too late,
Kolin. I believe you are telling me the truth. Dr. Pestilence is on his way
here. He has been watching the boy for the last two days via a closed
circuit camera invisible in the room in which he is held. I believe Dr.
Pestilence will be most insistent in having Jordan. Your friend created
'feelings' within the doctor that I've never encountered before."

      Kolin stood up and cleared his throat. "What do you mean by
'feelings'?"

      "It exceeds those I observed when he had a room of four boys to do
with as he pleases.  Do you know what I was able to get from the monsters?
Concessions I and my staff have wanted for years. I think it has to do with
how attractive Jordan is. The boy...well, he is astonishingly beautiful, so
much so, I questioned whether or not he is even human. I don't think he
is."

      "Jordan's human. Trust me."

      Wraith shrugged. "He is so physically stunning, that it reminds me of
how angels are supposed to look in the books of human mythology. I don't
know if there has ever been a teenaged boy with more comeliness. In
addition, I discovered he is a virgin. He has not achieved adulthood quite
yet. These qualities combined with the strange fact that he produces Life
Green make him the most desired male to have ever walked the Waste, let
alone this world.  The monsters know about him, now. And Dr. Pestilence is
king of the monsters. Jordan is the most valuable currency I have ever
seen. I hope you can understand why I chose to trade him for things that I
needed."

      "What the fuck did you show this Dr. Pestilence? I command you to
show me!"

      Wraith motioned for Kolin to follow him to another room. "Come. See
for yourself."

      Kolin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and followed Wraith to
a room equipped with computer banks and monitors. He played back some feeds
of Jordan who sat alone in his room for the most part, dressed in jeans,
and a loose fitting red and white flannel shirt. He wore new high-top
sneakers on his bare feet. As he had always thought, even the slight turn
of Jordan's head, him folding his hands, or simply burying his head in the
pillow for a nap looked breathtaking. Like Wraith had described, Jordan had
some unearthly quality to the lines of his body, to the small dimple at his
chin, and to the Adam's apple that bobbed under the skin of his pale
throat.

      "Where did he get those clothes?" Kolin asked. "He looks so lean."

      "I furnished them to him at the end of the first day. I believed that
he was a criminal, but I am not inhumane. I fed him, clothed him, and made
sure that his physical needs are met.  As beautiful a creature as he is, he
has equally disgusting habits and manners."

      Kolin dismissed Wraith's comment. Jordan looked bored. Every once in
a while, he'd get up and kick the door. But the comment nagged at him. "Why
do you find him disgusting?" Kolin asked.

      "Just watch."

      Kolin looked on, saw Jordan sitting with his back propped up against
the wall. The cute teenager had flawless features, unblemished skin, and
sparkling blue eyes. His small ears lay flat against his head and he even
had dimples when he smiled at the camera. But he looked so bored, just
watching the door, waiting for it to open.

      "Please let me out," he would say to no one, three or even four times
over the space of an hour. Wraith fast forwarded the video.

      After ten minutes of fast forwarding, Wraith pushed play.

      Kolin saw Jordan start to slide his hands over his shirt.  His
fingers fumbled with the buttons, undid them one at a time, and revealed a
gleaming, muscular, and ripped physique.  Jordan had blond, nearly
transparent hair in his armpits and nowhere else.  Even Kolin had blond
chest hair.  But this boy was as smooth as a baby's bottom.  He could see
every one of Jordan's ribs, outlined in white skin, below
trapezoidal-shaped muscular pecs and small pink nipples.

      The boy opened his jeans, and pulled out his hard, veiny, uncut cock.

      The blond teenager licked his palm and started gently rubbing it back
and forth.

      Kolin couldn't pull his eyes away.

      Jordan's penis swelled until its length dwarfed his palm. The barely
pink mushroom head of his glans struggled to poke itself from out of his
pale, sweaty foreskin.  Jordan's smooth muscular chest gleamed with
wetness, his face glazed over, and sweat dripped from his chiseled nose as
he worked.

      The video had such high resolution, Kolin saw Jordan's nostrils
barely flare as he pleasured himself with a slow rub. Jordan continued to
play with his dick for about fifteen minutes hardly making a noise, toes
pointed hard at the wall, and legs taut.

      The teen barely parted his lips, continuously staring down at
himself.

      Jordan had long blond lashes so that when he closed his eyes for a
moment and his body shuddered, they brushed the tops of his cheeks. He lay
back further on his bed, taking handfuls of fabric in his tense fingers as
he got closer to cumming.  Jordan's navel shone as a clear cut dimple
surrounded by warm white skin crawling with veins.

      The youth started panting, rolled his head to one side, and the sweat
soaked into his sneakers. Kolin could see the outline of Jordan's thin bony
toes as they left sweat stains on the inside of his shoes.  A second sweat
stain spread beneath Jordan's back, slightly off color form the natural hue
of the quilt on which he lay. Kolin licked his lips and wondering what it
smelled like. Inside his jeans, Kolin's huge dick jumped and formed a tent
in his pants.

      Finally, the blond boy got a goofy look on his face for just a
second, his fat swollen nuts retracted, and he spurted a creamy white
stream for about five seconds. The boy's ropy semen shot all over his
jeans, the bed, splattered the wall, and hit his own chin. Jordan lay there
and looked so inviting. He gasped for breath and wore the funniest
expression on his face.

      God, he's adorable, Kolin thought.

      But Jordan looked flustered, holding up a hand webbed with his own
spunk.

      What a mess.

      Like a good sport, he grinned and tried to wipe his hand off on an
inadequate piece of tissue. Then he cleaned himself off some using his
other hand, missing a few globs that he plain failed to notice. A moment
later, a small portal near the bottom of the metal door opened. and a robot
servant dropped off dinner.

      It looked like a glass of fresh milk and cooked vegetables.

      Jordan tucked his dick away into now wet jeans, walked into the
bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to eat his dinner on the bed.

      "You broadcast this video to Dr. Pestilence?" Kolin asked, face
blanching of all color.  "Jesus Christ!"

      "What?"

      "You said he liked boys. Well this video is going to make him want to
violently RAPE Jordy if we don't do something."

      Wraith nodded. "Ah yes, this video and more.  The boy has done this
activity five times a day since we put him in the room. I can only imagine
what he's seeing in his head. Probably some girl with large breasts for
suckling and rearing his children.  This is what the database says of the
male adolescent. Is it not the urge to mate that drives teenage boys to
practice with such pointless procreation? He has left his sperm on
everything in the room. As I said, he's disgusting. As lovely physically as
he is, are you sure you don't want to just give him away? The lab would be
cleaner. He's not housebroken."

      "He's a fucking BORED teenage boy, not a pet!" Kolin yelled. "That's
what they do! You can't housebreak a boy. And you should never beam this
kind of telecast to a rapist. Fuck!!!"  Kolin's mind raced. "This
pervert...he's on his way here?

      "He will be arriving within the hour."

      "Is there any way I can trade something else for Jordan. If you say
no, then the only solution is going to be to kill this doctor and ANYONE
that he brings with him."

      "AnyTHING," Wraith corrected him. "To call Dr. Pestilence or his
bodyguard 'men' is a stretch of the truth. Furthermore, they would more
than likely kill you instead. Lastly, they and the other monsters know how
to disable me. I rely upon energy supplied by generators within this
plant. If they don't get what they want, they will sabotage these and the
truce will be over.  I will deactivate after my charge in my batteries
depletes. I may be a creation of Z.E.R.O., but I rely upon energy to
operate. If you save the blond boy, then you doom me."

      Kolin closed his eyes to calm himself. "Is there anything he wants
more than a boy to rape, torture, and murder?"

      "You left out eat. He eats them slowly by tourniqueting off body
parts that he wants to chew upon. Dr. Pestilence and the Butcher value
blonds as the highest delicacy, oftentimes eating the reproductive organs
first."


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      Chapter Eighteen scheduled for about the middle of next week.