The King’s Cocksucker

This story came out of nowhere and took me on a unique ride. I don’t even know how to classify it.

I offer it here for your amusement.

Please let me know what you think of it.

 

 

The King’s Cocksucker

(C) Mike Kimera 2010

Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.

„May I help you with that, my lord?“

It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.

Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.

The time for waiting was over.

„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.

Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.

A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A  skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.

„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.

At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.

The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.

It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.

It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.

Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.

By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.

Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.

King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.

“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”

The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.

“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”

The Horde cheered.

King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.

“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”

The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.

King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.

“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”

At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.

The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.

When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.

All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.

Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.

Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.

Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced  the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.

With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.

“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”

The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.

Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.

“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”

“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”

“Excellent answer, boy.”

Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.

“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”

As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.

 

 

The King’s Cocksuckers

Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.

„May I help you with that, my lord?“

It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.

Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.

The time for waiting was over.

„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.

Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.

A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A  skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.

„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.

At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.

The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.

It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.

It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.

Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.

By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.

Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.

King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.

“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”

The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.

“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”

The Horde cheered.

King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.

“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”

The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.

King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.

“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”

At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.

The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.

When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.

All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.

Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.

Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.

Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced  the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.

With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.

“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”

The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.

Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.

“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”

“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”

“Excellent answer, boy.”

Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.

“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”

As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.

The King’s Cocksuckers

Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.

„May I help you with that, my lord?“

It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.

Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.

The time for waiting was over.

„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.

Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.

A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A  skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.

„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.

At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.

The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.

It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.

It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.

Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.

By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.

Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.

King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.

“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”

The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.

“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”

The Horde cheered.

King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.

“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”

The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.

King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.

“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”

At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.

The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.

When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.

All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.

Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.

Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.

Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced  the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.

With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.

“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”

The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.

Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.

“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”

“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”

“Excellent answer, boy.”

Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.

“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”

As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.

The King’s Cocksuckers

Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.

„May I help you with that, my lord?“

It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.

Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.

The time for waiting was over.

„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.

Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.

A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A  skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.

„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.

At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.

The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.

It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.

It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.

Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.

By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.

Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.

King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.

“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”

The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.

“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”

The Horde cheered.

King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.

“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”

The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.

King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.

“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”

At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.

The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.

When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.

All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.

Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.

Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.

Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced  the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.

With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.

“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”

The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.

Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.

“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”

“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”

“Excellent answer, boy.”

Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.

“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”

As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.

The King’s Cocksuckers

Baron Eadric’s cock was awake before he was, saluting the morning as if it knew that today was a special occasion.

„May I help you with that, my lord?“

It was the new servant, the young one with the tight curls and the loose smile. The one that Eadric had transferred from castle kitchen skivvy to body-servant attending to his morning shave. The one who seemed to know what the look in Eadric’s eyes meant and who had decided that the smoothness of the morning shave could only be judged with soft butterfly kisses that kindled Eadric’s lust.

Until today had done nothing about that lust except hug it to himself. He was savouring the rare experience of waiting for something that he could just have taken. But today was Selection Day. Today the King’s Herald would test the local talent to discover who had the skill, the
grace, the comeliness of form to serve as one the “King’s Cocksuckers”.

The time for waiting was over.

„Put that razor down and make yourself useful,“ Eadric said, sliding his hands behind his head and waiting to be serviced.

Normally, Eadric would have given instructions on how he should be sucked. The young ones these days valued depth and speed whereas Eadric preferred finesse and control. He was as appreciative of a tight throat as the next man, but first he wanted to be provoked, teased, explored, seduced. He closed his eyes and waited to see if his needs would be understood. Sometimes it took a dagger tip to the cheek or cuff to the ear to get the message across.

A nose at the base of his cock, nudging softly, made Eadric sigh with pleasure. A  skilled mouth sucking in first his left, then his right ball, pulling hard enough to be playful but not so hard as to hurt, had Eadric arching his back. When a wide warm tongue methodically glazed his shaft without once touching his glans, his cock quivered with anticipation. When the laving continued until his cock curved towards his belly, it was all Eadric could do to keep his hands behind his head. When the servant’s mouth finally engulfed Eadric’s erection in a single smooth slide to the base of his shaft and stayed there for an almost impossibly long time, Eadric was certain that he was being serviced by one who had been trained in the old ways by a professional.

„The old ways“. The phrase made Eadric smile. He remembered when thirty years earlier, they had been „The new ways“ and he had been the first to try them.

At eighteen he had joined the Horde that King Wolfric summoned tomake war on the Franks. Although he was untested in battle, his noble blood, his immense strength and his skill with a battleaxe had won Eadric a place in the King’s Guard.

The Horde had fallen on the Franks like wolves attacking sheep that had grown soft and fat in the valley fields. When the Horde breached the walls of the great city of Rondel, Eadric had fought at the King’s side.

It was the first time that he had experienced battle lust. His axe was hungry and his cock was hard. He was bathed in the blood of the enemies he had defeated and still he wanted more.

It seemed to Eadric that all of those who sliced their way through the streets of Rondel felt the same hunger.

Perhaps it was that the enemy, grown soft and weak behind the walls they had thought to be impregnable, ran before the Horde like prey. Perhaps it was the disgust and excitement of spilling the guts of those who disgraced themselves by begging for mercy. However it started, the slaughter became a tune that the Horde danced to the whole day long.

By the time night fell, the air stank of blood and lust and victory and nothing breathed in Rondel except the Horde.

Arousal hung over them like a great wave ready crash. Eadric had just enough self-awareness to understand that the Horde was in danger of turning on itself.

King Wolfric, sensing the danger had called the four remaining members of his Guard to him, and lead them to the top of a mound of Frankish dead. From there, all the Horde could see him.

“Brothers,” he shouted. “Do you hear that?”

The Horde fell silent. Eadric could hear nothing but the rapid beating of his heart.

“That roaring in your ears, that is the victory cry of life.”

The Horde cheered.

King Wolfric unstrapped his cod-piece and pulled out his engorged manhood.

“This,” he said, pointing to his erection, “Is the pole that salutes our triumph. Show me how triumphant we have been.”

The Horde let out another fierce cheer and moved as one to display the full extent of their triumph. It was one of the most glorious things Eadric had ever seen.

King Wolfric grabbed Eadric and pushed him to his knees on the bloody hill of enemy dead. The Royal erection was so close to his face, Eadric could count the veins in the King’s shaft.

“Brothers, let me lead you in celebrating our victory.”

At this, the King had pushed himself into Eadric’s mouth and fucked it with great vigour.

The Horde did fall upon each other that night, but with hungry mouths and rampant cocks rather than axes and blades.

When he was done with Eadric, the King, who’s stamina was prodigious,had shared his blessing with each of the Guard in turn and then bid them celebrate with each other while he regained his strength. Afterwards, he and his Guard passed amongst the Horde, sharing their blessings with many.

All who were there when Wolfric devoured Rondel earned themselves the title of “The King’s Cocksuckers”.

Wolfric kept his Guard with him when he returned home. For a year Eadric served as both Guard and King’s Cocksucker. Then Wolfric released him from his service and granted him lands. That was the start of the King’s annual selection of Cocksuckers to serve him.

Eadric, who had grown rich, and if truth be told, a little fat, in the years that followed still counted King’s Cocksucker as his highest honour.

Recalling Rondel always added steel to Eadric’s erection. He was past the point of subtlety now. He needed to empty his balls. Eadric wrapped some of the servant’s tight curls around his fist and then,
brutally enforced  the rapid rhythm he craved. When the throat-deep release finally came Eadric lost himself for several seconds. He was brought back to earth by the servant’s vain struggle breathe.

With a fierce laugh, Eadric released his grip. He felt invigorated. He felt younger than his years. He felt he wanted to do it all again.

“Have you stopped choking yet?” Eadric asked.

“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“Then take off your clothes and I will show you things a man doesn’t learn until the hairs on his balls turn grey.”

The servant had the sense to undress slowly, revealing smooth pale flesh with a shy smile and then waiting patiently for instructions.

Eadric reached out and ran his hand down the servant’s naked belly and was pleased at the shivering response.

“Today is the Selection Day,” Eadric said. “The Herald will be testing for those worthy to be King’s Cocksuckers. Would you like to meet the Herald? You have the training and the talent and you are a good looking boy.”

“With respect, sir,” the tousle-haired servant replied, “I would rather be Baron Eadric’s Cocksucker.”

“Excellent answer, boy.”

Finally, Eadric allowed himself to trace a finger and thumb along the boy’s long thin erection. It reared beneath his touch like an eager horse. Eadric grinned.

“Lie beside me, boy and hold the tip of my cock in your mouth. We will see if you can get me hard with gentle suction by the time I milk your seed onto your belly.”

As the boy scrambled and bounced onto the bed, Eadric thanked the gods for sending him to Rondel with the Horde and setting him on a path that had brought him so much joy.

Fucking Forever

© Mike Kimera

1

Eternal life. That’s what I wanted. That’s what we all wanted. And the aliens gave it to us. They didn’t have to of course. They were powerful enough that they could have taken anything they wanted. We couldn’t have stopped them. Everyone argues about why they made the offer, especially those of us who took it. Some think it was a sort of religious observance, others say it was their sense of honour. I think they did it because it amused them. I think it amuses them still.

Earth’s first contact with alien life didn’t involve shiny hardware landing on the White House lawn or benign beings beaming their smiling face into every home and telling us that they came in peace. I don’t think it occurred to them to announce their presence to us. Would you announce your presence to the bugs in the jungle? Or to the trees? They didn’t go in for the “take me to your leader” stuff. They wanted earth as a theme park, not a colony. “Take me to your leader” – like they cared.

I met my first alien in a chatroom. It’s not that I was a geek or anything. I was just trying to get laid. I was forty-two years old and death’s winged chariot was threatening to cut me off at the knees. I was going to die. Not soon maybe, but it was definitely going to happen. I could see it in the way my body took longer to recover from drinking and my cock took longer to reload. I’d decided that when it reached the point where I had to get up in the middle of the night to take a piss I was going to shoot myself. When I woke in the morning I could smell the stink of my own putrefaction. Yeah I know, trite mid-life crisis. Yawn. Except that this was my mid-life crisis and it wasn’t fucking funny.

She said her name was Trinity. I thought she was probably one of those folks who know every line of “The Matrix”, and keep saying things like, “Guns. Lots of guns.”, but I hoped that it meant she was into three-ways. I’d never had one but I meant to try it before I died.

I was calling myself “Thriller” in the chatroom. Yeah, well this was a hundred years ago, I was young and had no imagination. I still have our chat stored. Let me bring it up for you.

Thriller: what you wearing babe?

Trinity: I never wear anything

Thriller: Whoa, my kind of girl

Trinity: You don’t like clothes?

Thriller: Well, maybe some leather and lace and some fuck me pumps. EG*

There’s a lot more like that. It never sounds quite that lame when you’re typing it. Let’s scroll forward a bit.

Trinity: Is there anyone you love?

Thriller: You mean like, am I fucking someone?

Trinity: I mean love: being emotionally engaged with someone to the point where you would automatically place his or her interests before your own.

Thriller: This is getting heavy, Trin. You wanna fuck or what?

Trinity: I want you to answer my questions. If I like your answers I will arrange to meet with you tomorrow. I promise you it will be memorable.

Thriller: So what kind of answers do you want?

Trinity: Honest ones.

We talked for an hour or more. After a while I stopped being Thriller and started being me. It had been a long time since anyone had really listened to me; it felt good. I told her about my (ex) wife, my (ex) mistress, my (estranged) sister, the girl next door who did aerobics in her bedroom with the lights on and the windows open; about the painful way my mother died; and about my own fear of death. I slipped rapidly from glib and cocky to tearful and self-pitying. It was like getting drunk only faster, and Trinity was like the best bartender in the world, abetting my intoxication while sympathizing with the results.

Trinity: Thank you for answering my questions. Be at this address tomorrow at 10pm.

I was so far gone in self-pity that I’d actually forgotten that this was supposed to be about getting laid. After I logged off I suddenly thought, “Wow, I’m really gonna fuck someone I met on line.”

Maybe if I hadn’t been so juiced, it might have struck me as odd that a woman I didn’t know and whom I’d just cried all over, wanted to have sex with me.

Trinity lived in a very upscale apartment block in Midtown, the sort of place the doorman would normally have thrown me out of unless I was delivering flowers.

The elevator opened into a reception area half the size of my apartment. I’d have been impressed but I was too busy looking at the naked woman in front of me. She looked just like Trinity in “The Matrix”: short jet-black hair, muscled body, and fighter’s stance. Of course, in the movie I never got to find out whether Trinity shaved her pubes into a narrow little strip that looked like a down arrow.

“Wow,” I said.

I was always good at compliments.

Trinity didn’t smile, she didn’t speak, she just pushed me back against the wall with one hand on my throat, and ripped open – and I mean ripped – my Dockers. This girl was strong.

The pressure on my neck increased and I started to feel dizzy. Her hand on my cock was cool but completely relentless. I started to panic. I was being choked to death by a naked psycho, just when I was getting the most impressive hard-on of my life.

My vision was starting to fade and Trinity’s face showed nothing but curiosity. She tilted her head to one side and looked at me just the way Michael does after he’s gutted some teen with his knife in the “Halloween” movies.

Trinity let go of my neck and I slid to the floor gasping. She straddled my cock and slipped it inside of her. Her whole demeanour changed. Suddenly she was straight out of a porn flick: pulling at her breasts and tossing her head back and going, “Yeah, Baby. Oh Yeah. Harder Baby. Oh do it to me Baby!” It was corny but it worked. I came inside her like someone had turned on a tap. When the flow stopped – look I hadn’t been laid in a month so it went on a while Ok? – Trinity just stood up. My cum was seeping down her thigh and she was looking at me like she was seeing me for the first time.

“Did you enjoy that?”

The porn star was gone. This question was asked in the same tone I’d imagined from the chatroom – a clever but dispassionate woman who studied men like insect specimens. For a brief moment I wondered if I’d walked into her killing jar, then male ego took over.

“That was great Trin. Did you come?”

“I always come.”

She didn’t sound pleased about it – more like bored, maybe even sad.

“What is your name?”

I’d always wanted to be asked that after I’d fucked a beautiful woman.

I grinned and said “Jim, Jim O’Hara.”

“Get out of those ripped clothes Mr. O’Hara. There are some people I want you to meet.”

People? Hey, maybe we were gonna do the group sex thing after all. Hurray for me and my sexual charisma.

I followed Trinity down the hall, enjoying the view of her from behind. She led me into a kind of library/multimedia room: big flatscreen TV, fancy audio system, computer rig, books by the wall full, but no people.

“Sit please,” she said, pointing to a leather armchair.

“Where is everybody?”

Trinity leant forward and placed a pair of headphones over my ears. That brought her breasts pleasantly close. I was about to lick them when the aliens arrived inside my head.

I couldn’t see them but I knew they were there. It was as if they were at the top of my skull, out of sight. It was hard to tell how many of them there were because they moved around a lot. Their arrival lasted about a heartbeat and then a screenshow went on behind my eyes – colours forming and reforming into random shapes. I couldn’t see Trinity any more. I know I should have been alarmed but the colours filled me with a sense of well being.

“Hi Jimbo, how’s it goin’?”

The voice belonged to Kieran, my best friend from school. Problem was, he’d been killed on his motorcycle two years earlier – the day before my 40th birthday – that had been a real bummer.

“You’re dead.”

“Yeah, I know. But they’ve kinda borrowed me from your memory so they can talk to you.”

“Who’s ‘They'”

“The aliens of course. Didn’t Trinity tell you… no that’s right we got distracted didn’t we. It’s been a while since we met someone who needed a fuck as badly as you did.”

“What fucking aliens?”

“The aliens who just used Trinity’s body to fuck you. Look, we’ll prove it. Think about what you’d like Trinity to do for you. Get a real clear image in your head. Then we’ll use her to do it.”

I knew exactly what I wanted.

“We knew you had a good imagination Jimbo. Great image man.”

The aliens restored my sight just in time for me to see Trinity’s lips touch my balls. My whole cock was in her mouth. She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth, sucked hard and then pushed forward to my balls again. She did it slowly, just the way I’d always imagined.

“Oh God,” I said.

“Not God, Jimbo – but close.”

“Look, Kieran, no offence man but do I have to talk to them through you. I mean you’re dead and it freaks me out a bit, you know?”

Kieran morphed and suddenly I was speaking to Jean-Luc Picard. Holy shit, these aliens knew what I liked. He was my all time hero. I had this fantasy where I was in a three-way with him and Deanna Troi. We’d take an end each, all ready for action and he’d grin and say “engage” and we’d fuck the shit out of her.

“Death frightens you, Mr O’Hara,”

“Hey, we all die,” I said. Well, I had to try and sound cool in front of Picard.

“Actually,” he said, “in your case that no longer has to be true. How would you like to live forever, Mr. O’Hara?”

Then Picard explained the aliens in that clear calm way he always used on the TV. The aliens travelled the universe as a kind transmission. All that static we’d been listening to for years, hoping to get a message from alien life – well some of it was alien life. They travelled to earth and then beamed down through our own coms satellites.

Of course it seems obvious to us now that the best way to travel through space is as data. All that effort we spent on overcoming gravity wells and keeping bodies from decaying in zero gravity and dreaming about finding hyperspace, when the clue had been right there in the early Star Trek stuff – ‘Beam me up Scotty’. Turn me into data. Fax me across the universe. E-mail me to kingdom come. And when I get there I’ll look for somewhere to live.

“And I’m the somewhere to live, right?”

“Actually you’re more like an SUV, used by lots of different people for short periods of time to go and have some fun. We are thrill seekers Mr. O’Hara. You understand thrills don’t you?”

Trinity started to suck harder and push deeper, making little choking sounds. I understood thrills all right.

“Think of us as body hitchhikers. We won’t steal your body; we just want a ride in it. You’ll still be inside, just the way Trinity is still in her own head, it’s just that she isn’t at the steering wheel anymore.”

“And what do I get?”

Picard morphed into Keanu in that long black leather coat I lusted after every time I watched “The Matrix”.

“Sex. Lots of sex, ” he said. “Oh and you get to live forever.”

“Forever?”

“Cool isn’t it? We get rid of all the things that make you age and die.”

“How long do you ride?”

The alien morphed back into Picard. “We understand that a year and a day is the traditional period for indentured service in your culture. We will improve your body of course, just as we improved Trinity’s. Trinity was originally Carol Parks.”

Holy shit. Carol Parks was a media figure. Reclusive heiress. Interested in science because she wanted something that would…

“…cure her spinal injury? Yes,” Picard said. “She was close to success with the nanotech work she’d sponsored. We just gave her a few additional pieces of data.”

“But Carol Parks is…”

“A fifty-five year old paraplegic recluse. As we said, some improvements where made.”

I stroked the raven hair of the woman who was sucking my cock well enough to keep me on edge without letting me get bored. She sure didn’t look fifty-five.

“Carol wanted a more physical life. We gave it to her. She is, unfortunately agoraphobic to the point where her body shuts down if we ride her outside. But she has a wide network of contacts on the web so we decided to go with the home delivery approach.”

Hell, one minute I’m a SUV, now I’m fucking pizza. These guys weren’t exactly great on the flattery.

“One last thing, like Trinity, you will be responsible for some recruitment. Think of it as a kind of pyramid selling.”

I was losing my concentration. An heiress was blowing my cock while aliens where blowing my mind. My breathing was becoming ragged.

“Why me?” I gasped

“We like your personality: self absorbed, distant, emotionally immature but capable of sustaining a strong fantasy life. So do you want to sign up, Mr. O’Hara? Say yes and we’ll start improving you immediately. Trinity will keep you amused until the work is done.”

Trinity was bobbing her head now. Less deep throat and a lot more suction. I was going to do it, I was gonna…

“YES!” I said and came in Trinity’s mouth.

“Good decision, O’Hara. Welcome aboard,”

Picard disappeared and I was left alone with Trinity. The alien’s must have started work on my body immediately because I was already getting hard again.

Trinity was sucking dutifully but there were tears in her eyes. I should have paid attention to those tears. Instead, I pushed her back onto her heels, popped myself out of her mouth, looked into her eyes, smiled and said, “Do you like anal?”

I spent three days with Trinity. It was a long three days. One of the things the aliens forgot to mention was that they wanted to be able to ride 24/7, so no sleep for the SUV. I spent the time fucking, eating and watching DVDs. I never really got to speak to Carol Parks. There was always an alien behind Trinity’s eyes, but you could tell that it wasn’t always the same one.

By the end of the third day, I looked about thirty and very fit with it. I was still me but I was the me I’d always wanted to see in the mirror: muscled, good skin, bigger cock, and above all, cool.

On the fourth day I got my first rider. This time there was no picture for me to talk to, no conversation in fact. I was up and moving, but I had no control, I couldn’t even change the direction of my gaze.

When I realized where we were going I tried to turn away. My rider laughed. “Just enjoy the ride, Jimbo. I’m going to have some fun.”

I recognised the voice. My rider had decided to be Jack Nicholson, my all-time favourite actor. I tried to say I didn’t want this but I couldn’t speak.

The alien heard me anyway. “Giddy-up hos,” it said and steered me into a gay-bar.

This wasn’t a discrete place for the gently gay and the quietly curious. It was called “The Cactus Cowboy” and the neon sign showed a happy cowboy squatting over a bright green cactus that was shaped like a cock and balls.

Inside, things got worse, they were line dancing and all of them knew the words to “My achy breaky heart”.

I’d like to say that I don’t remember what happened next but the aliens gifted me with total recall. That’s one of the things that convinces me that they had a sense of humour.

I was steered towards the bar, an inane grin on my face. I stepped up close to a young cowboy, ran my finger through the hair on his muscled forearm, leant up against him and heard myself say, “I can never resist strong forearms; makes me pucker up all over.”

My would-be lover walked off in disgust. Seemed like I was no more successful getting laid gay than I was straight.

“This your first time?” The voice came from behind me. It was deep and smooth, like chocolate for the ear. My rider turned me towards the voice. A tall man, older, maybe fifty and wearing shitkicker shoes, a shirt with pearl buttons and a large black hat – yea hah!

“I’m a virgin,” I said. “But you could change that.”

“Son, I hope you have no ambitions as a writer – you have some of the corniest lines I ever heard.”

I felt myself smile, then I touched his cheek and said “But I’m cute with it, right?”

He kissed me. My tongue pushed into his mouth. I’d never really thought about kissing a guy, but if I had thought about it I’d have imagined myself heaving at this point. Actually it didn’t feel any different from kissing a woman. That was almost enough to put me off kissing any more women.

“Jimbo,” the alien in my head said, “you are such a bigot. It’s a good job I know that you’ve always liked oral sex. Now let’s get you ready.”

My erection surprised me more than it surprised my kissing partner. I held his hand against it and pushed my hips forward.

He stopped kissing me. His hand tightened around my genitals. “I think that you lack romance.” He said, lifting me onto my toes by the balls and making me lean against him. “I think that you’re in a hurry to get back to your wife” He let go of me and I almost fell. “I think you’ll be at your best on your knees with my cock in your mouth”.

He grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me towards the toilets. With an attention to detail that I could have lived without, I noticed that the line dancers had been replaced by couples twirling to the strains of “Yellow Rose Of Texas”.

There were no doors on the crappers. They weren’t being used to crap in. I tried not to look as I was pulled past.

He sat me on the crapper, unzipped, held his cock in front of me (smaller than my new improved version but better than what I used to have) and said “Put that smart mouth to use, boy.” Then he handed me a fucking condom. Did he think I had aids or something?

The alien knew what to do. I just watched from behind my eyes as I ripped open the wrapper, put the condom between my lips, and pushed it over the head of his cock. It was cherry flavoured. Who the hell buys cherry flavoured condoms?

I’d never realised cock sucking took so long. And I was really trying. Or at least the alien was. I hollowed out my cheeks, I sucked so hard. I hummed. The alien even widened my throat so I could take all of him at the one time. Just like Trinity had taken me. The guy took forever. Who’d have thought you could get bored with a cock in your mouth.

“Can’t have you getting bored, Jimbo” the alien said.

I took the guys cock out of mouth. “I want it up me.” I said.

I worked him with my hand, squeezing the base. “Right up me.”

“Be quick boy,” was all he said.

I turned around, dropped my jeans and held on to the cistern.

Anal sex hurts. A lot. But the aliens had altered me there too because things suddenly got easier.

“Damn me but you were all lubed up, weren’t ya boy.”

His cock felt much bigger in my arse than it had in my mouth. And he was pushing harder. I knew why I liked anal sex, it was fucking tight. Now I knew why it was so hard to get without paying for it.

I was focused on the pain right up to point were he grabbed my cock. He was all the way in me, moving back and forth less than half an inch. With every push he would stroke my cock.

“Timing is everything Jimbo,” my Jack Nicholson rider said “Let’s put on a show for the guy.”

I started to groan and then moan and then shout. It was ascene from “When Harry met Sally in the crapper and found she had a cock”.

By the time he came up my arse I was shouting “YES! YES! YES!” Then I sprayed the wall with my cum.

“Sweet Jesus, boy – you learn fast.” my fuckmate said. He pulled out of me and I felt like my arsehole was gaping a foot or so across.

I waited for Jack Nicholson to say something smart or maybe even offer seconds. Then I realised that he was gone. I was bent over the crapper with my newly fucked arse in the air and cum dripping from my dick and my rider had left.

I turned around and found that my partner had left too. Not even an “I’ll call you”. And after all I’d done for him.

I pulled up my jeans. I ought to have been mad at the aliens, disgusted with myself, angry with the world but all I could think was “My arse hurts”

When I stepped out of the trap people applauded. My little show had attracted an audience. I ran out of there as fast as I could.

When I got back to the apartment I met Carol Parks for the first time. She still had the Trinity body of course but I could see something different behind her eyes.

“The first ride is always rough” she said.

“I don’t want to talk about it. You wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

“My guess would be a gay bar”

“How did you know that?”

“Because, for my first time they made me fuck you.”

“?”

“I have a strong preference for girls, Jim”

“But we’ve… I’ve… You’ve”

“Yes. Like I said, the first time is always rough.”

Then I surprised myself. “I’m sorry, Carol.” I said.

It was as if a switch had been flicked.

“C’mere lover,” she said and reached for me.

She was being ridden. I ran for my room and closed the door. Behind me I heard Trinity laugh. I wondered what Carol Parks was doing.

2

They left me alone for a while. At least I thought they did. I started to wonder how I’d know if the aliens were there. What if they thought it was fun to watch me trying to figure them out? A sort of reality TV with full surround-sound and vision.

I’d signed up for a year and a day of service and I was wigging out after only five days. The idea of a year of fucking had seemed like a win-win deal. Now I realised I’d turned myself into a walking dildo.

“It could be worse, Jimbo”, Kieran, my dead best friend was back as the aliens’ mouthpiece, except this time he looked the way I’d seen him in the coffin at his funeral, waxy and too well groomed. “We could let you find out what it feels like to slice open your own belly, or pop an eyeball. We’d repair it later of course but it would be a hell of a ride while it lasted.”

The fear was instant. My balls shrank, there was a coppery taste in my mouth, I wanted to curl into a ball.

Suddenly Kieran became Hannibal, complete with face mask. He titled his head back, sniffed the air and said, “Nothing refreshes the senses like the scent of raw terror, Claris”

All the slice and dice movies I’d watched flashed across my memory. All those sharp blades and power tools. All that screaming. How had I ever thought that they were fun?

I stood up. Or rather, the aliens stood me up. I picked up the beer bottle that I’d left beside the bed and smashed it against the wall. Then I stood in front of the mirror, smiled, and raised the jagged glass towards my face. They were going to cut me. And they were going to make me watch. Then they would repair me and make me do it again. I wanted to scream but all I could do was smile at myself.

At the edge of my hearing, Hannibal made that wine-taster slurping sound and said, “Delicious”. Then they let go of me.

I’d never puked and pissed myself at the same time before. I lay there able to move but needing stillness. What the hell had I got myself into?

Carol came in. There was something in her look, some basic human empathy, that told me it was Carol and not Trinity.

She wrinkled her nose at the smell but her tone was sympathetic, “I see our friends gave you the ‘every silver lining has a cloud’ demo.”

She took hold of my wrist and said, “Come on, lets get you into the shower.”

Carol was naked as usual. As I undressed I realised that I was embarrassed to be naked in front of her now. It wasn’t just that I’d soiled myself, it seemed more personal than before. Maybe she picked up on my discomfort, because, once she herded me into the shower and turned on the water, she stepped back outside.

I’d fucked Trinity/Carol in this shower. Images of my cock between her soap-covered breasts surfaced in my mind. It took no effort at all to recall the slippery slide of her finger into my ass, or the rasping of her tongue on my balls.

“Did they make you hurt yourself?” I asked, trying not to let the Trinity memories arouse me.

Carol gave a humourless laugh. “They showed me that I could be paraplegic again in an instant: incontinent, immobile, helpless. But this time I might find my vocabulary restricted to the words shit and fuck and piss.”

Even under the hot water I shivered at the thought of that. My wannabe erection faded in sympathy.

“I don’t get it,” I said. “They can make us do whatever they want. Why the threats?”

“They are aliens, Jim. They aren’t from around here. Who knows what they want? But if I had to guess I’d say that want us… stimulated. It’s not enough to use our bodies. They want to feed off real emotions.”

“Yeah, my rider got pissed at me when I got bored sucking that cowboy’s cock.”

This time Carol’s laughter was heartfelt. It was a sound I could grow to like.

Carol, still smiling, offered me a towel as I stepped out of the shower. Before I could take it from her I saw the change in her eyes.

She tilted her head to one side, just like she’d done on the first day, then she looked down between my legs.

“No ewection for Twinity?”

It was a little girl voice that I might once have found naughty but that now just seemed wrong.

She reached out for my cock but I stepped back.

“Aw, doesn’t Jimmy want to play with lickle Twinity?” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. The alien kept Carol’s eyes on me as she slid one finger down her belly and between her legs.

“Mmmmm, Twinity’s all wet” she said, biting her lip.

God help me but my cock began to thicken and I had no alien to blame that on.

The doorbell chimed. Trinity bounced to her feet. “Never mind, Twinty has a new fwend to play with now”.

I followed Trinity to the door, forgetting my own nakedness until I saw the wide-eyed stare of the immensely fat middle-aged woman who stood in the doorway.

“Come in, Heather. I’ve been waiting for you,” Trinity said, all trace of her child parody gone.

Heather waddled into the room.

“Heeeeere’s Johnny,” the Nicholson Alien said in my head. “So Trinity landed the big one. Christ, having her would be like fucking a whale: humping a Humpback, harpooning the Great White.”

I was beginning to go off Jack Nicholson.

“Aw now, why’d ya have to think a thing like that, Jimbo? That’s not a nice thing to think. Now I gotta do something about it. It’s all about respect, kid.”

I’m not sure who was most alarmed by my cock slapping up against my belly, me or Heather. She took a step back and bumped into the wall. The plaster cracked.

“Don’t worry about Jimmy,” Trinity said, “He’s going out to play. You’re all mine, Heather.”

Trinity’s’ head was level with Heather’s avalanche of a bosom. She pushed her face into the soft slopes and let one hand try to find a gap between heather’s massive thighs. Heather looked uncomfortable with me watching, but I could see her nipples rise beneath the T-shirt tent she was wearing.

“Open wider, Heather. I promised you my whole fist,” Trinity said.

Heather sagged against the wall. Her eyes widened as Trinity pushed home, then Heather moaned. I remembered moaning like that. The mating call of the terminally frustrated.

“There she blows!” Jack quipped in my ear.

My hand slapped Trinity on the rump and then I returned to the bedroom to get dressed.

“You’re gonna like this Jimbo, you’re gonna like it a lot,” Jack said. “We’re gonna see a young neighbour of yours. I always had a hard spot for the girl next door, if ya know what I mean?

Jack took a detour to Trinity’s bedroom on the way out. Heather was naked apart from the leather straps tying her to the bed and the ballgag in her mouth. Trinity was lubing the largest strap-on I’d ever seen.

“Glad to see your getting her used to a man my size, Trin,” I heard myself say. “We’ll come back after the remodelling.”

Trinity gave us the finger then buried the strap-on between Heather’s legs. We stayed long enough for me to know that Heather literally rippled when she struggled in her bonds. Even without the alien’s gift of total recall that was a sight it would have been impossible to forget.

Before Sonia had become my neighbour, my apartment hadn’t had much of view – who wants to look across a junk-filled courtyard at the other side of your own building? Once she started doing her exercise routine with her windows open, I found the view much more compelling.

According to the concierge, Sonia was twenty-three and recently divorced. My guess was that she was used to a whole lot more sex than single life was bringing her and she was using her aerobics either to sweat off her lust or attract someone-else to enjoy it with.

If I’d been younger and fitter I might even have believed that her displays were intended for my consumption. She’d smiled at me a couple of times in the lobby, and once I’d carried her groceries up for her, she’d offered me coffee but I was late for a chatroom meeting so I made my excuses. OK, so sometimes I did Homer Simpson impersonations.

I liked Sonia, she smiled a lot and seemed full of life. Of course that hadn’t stopped me from whacking off while I watched her aerobics routine from my darkened room but that didn’t make me a bad person did it?

Now the aliens had brought me back to my old building, intent on helping me fuck Sonia and my main response wasn’t excitement but fear. I knew the aliens liked my fear. I wondered if they wanted to enjoy Sonia’s fear as well

In my minds eye, the aliens had transformed my sagging fourty-two year old body beyond recognition but the concierge just nodded at me as the aliens herded me through the lobby. “You had a self-image problem, Jimbo,” Jack said, “Plus you were a whining spineless excuse for a man. Now we’ll show you how a real man gets some pussy.”

Pussy. How often had I whispered that word to myself as I flicked through porn? Maybe I’d even said it to myself while I watched Sonia do her pelvic floor exercises – “look at the pussy on that”. It’s one of those things you say to get yourself excited but I’d never said it the way Jack said it in my head. Jack’s version was a sort of verbal leer that said “been there, had that, let’s make it bleed next time.”

Sonia was wearing a shot dress and a big smile when she opened the door.

“Jim, what a surprise. Wow have you been working out – you’re looking buff.”

“See Jimbo, she likes ya.” Jack said in my head. My hand ran through my hair and I leant against Sonia’s door frame with a grin on my face.

“Wanna feel my muscles, Babe?”

Sonia’s smile faded. She took a step back, unable to close the door without slamming it against me.

“What do you want, Jim?” She sounded a little nervous. With more insight than I would once have been capable of, I wondered if her husband had ever hit her.

“Me?” I said, stepping into the room and closing the door. Sonia, who was stepping backwards, bumped into the hallway wall. “What do I want?” I put one hand on the wall and leant in close, blocking her escape. “I want you.”

Tears appeared in Sonia’s eyes. She was looking at me like I was a walking nightmare.

“I want this,” I said cupping her left breast, “And this,” licking the flat of my tongue up her cheek.

I stepped back and she turned to move. My hand grasped her throat and held her in place against the wall.

“But mostly,” I said unzipping my jeans and tugging out my erection, “I want to fuck every hole you’ve got and maybe drill some new ones.”

Sonia’s kick caught me in the balls. The pain screamed through me but the alien ignored it and punched Sonia in the belly. Then he squeezed her throat until she lost consciousness.

“You guys are so easy to break,” Jack said. “No wonder you reproduce so much.”

My body was my prison now. There was no escape. Helpless, I picked Sonia up and carried her into the bathroom. I ripped her dress off and used strips of it to tie her wrists to the towel rail. She was crumpled unconscious against the wall. I kicked her legs open, then ripped off the thong. Somehow leaving the bra on just made her look more helpless.

“Your not with the program Jim.” Jack said in my head. “What about all those rape stories you used to read, ‘Miss Cocktease gets hers.’ or ‘The taming of the bitch’. They used to make you come. Now’s your chance to do it for real.”

My hand was working the shaft of my erection just in front of Sonia’s face.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Jim?”

And it did feel good. Since the aliens altered me, stroking my cock always felt amazingly good. Soon I would come on Sonia’s face.

“Tell you what Jimbo, I’m gonna give you back control here. If you whack off into little Sonia’s eyes we’ll let you go home and no harm done. If you don’t, we’ll take control back and fuck her so hard she’ll bleed for a month.”

Suddenly the alien was gone. My cock was still begging for release but I was free. Sonia was starting to come round, any second now she would be looking up at me. I had to make a decision: come on her face and save her or hold back and blame the aliens for the hours of abuse she would suffer.

Sonia’s eyes opened. She looked at me not with terror but with hate.

I ran.

I made it as far as the door before the aliens stopped me.

“Mr O’Hara.”

It was Picard only in his Borg incarnation, Locutus.

“You should know by now that resistance is futile. You have been assimilated.”

I turned back towards the bathroom, my cock quivering in front of me. That’s when I started to cry. Tears streamed down my face. I was going to fuck Sonia. I was going to do all the things that I’d ever dreamed of doing to her. I was going to remember it all forever. I wanted to die.

“Delicious,* Hannibal said, then I was alone.

I waited a second, sure they would come back.

Sonia struggled out of the bathroom, the towel rail in her hands. Her rage when she saw me standing there was so violent and ugly, I wondered if the aliens had occupied her. She let out a howl and ran at me, wielding the towel rail like a club.

Maybe I should have tried to tell her that it wasn’t me, it was the voices in my head that made me do it. Maybe a braver man would have let himself be clubbed to death. I ran. I ran down the stairs. I ran out of the building. I ran until I had to stop in an alley and puke my guts up.

I sat in the alley staring up at the clouded sky, glad of the cold indifference of the rain.

I could never go home now, Sonia would have me arrested.

I could leave town and hope the aliens wouldn’t follow me.

I could throw myself in front of a subway train.

Or, I could go back to Trinity’s and live forever.

When I reached the apartment, Carol opened the door. She didn’t say anything, she just wrapped her arms around me. It wasn’t much but it was all we had, small moments of humanity. Maybe it was all we had ever had.

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