Prologue

It is the year 1984 in an alternate universe. When a boy turns eight years old, he has come of age and is ready to be married to a man. Most man boy marriage last only ten years. Some marriage last longer but all marriage eventually end with both adults remarrying younger boy spouses. In this world love between a man and boy is the norm, while heterosexual relationships are taboo and in some corners of the world, such perversions are a crime. In order to procreate, each year adult males and females are drafted for the specific purpose to beget an offspring. In this world young boys are the ideal beauty and are sexualized in media, culture, art, religion and politics. In this world the highest form of loving expression is an adult male lusting over a prepubescent boy.

Chapter 1

When Winston finished singing Happy Birthday to me I took in a single deep breath, blew it out to extinguish nine candles on top of a square shaped cake with white frosting and blue swirly trims. A flash from Winston's camera followed, then another and another. Three Polaroids pictures were placed on the table. Burnt candles wax scented our dining room. I looked down at my birthday cake, the raspberry red swirls read Happy Birthday JD, December 22, 1984. When I looked up Winston was by the wall. He turned on the lights and grabbed a box from behind the other side of the door. Winston walked back to me to handed me my wrapped birthday gift. From the shape of the large rectangle package I knew right away what it was. I had been begging him to buy me one all year. I ripped off the balloon pattern wrapper to reveal a box with the words Nintendo NES.

"Oh my gosh! Yes! Yes! Yes! It's the Nintendo game console." I screamed out loud and raised the box over my head as though I had won the largest trophy at the little league tournament. The system had been hyped all year and only made its US market debut right before Thanksgiving. As he always does, Winston would do anything to make me happy. This was only the first of three coming occasions that I would be expecting gifts. The first was my birthday, which was today, the second will be my Christmas present and third is New Year's Day, which will be Winston and I's one year Anniversary as Man and boy.

"But that's not all." Winston than handed me about a dozen thin square packages wrapped with the same balloon birthday patterns.

I unwrapped each one to reveal titles such as Duck Hunt, Excite Bike, Super Punch Out, and Hogans Alley. No longer able to contain my glee, I stood up on top of my chair and leaned into Winston"s arms and gave him the biggest deepest kiss I ever gave him since we got married. As we kissed I could feel his hands going down my shorts and squeezing my butt cheeks. When we broke off, I hopped off the chair and grabbed his hand to drag him to the living room.

"Come on, let's play."

We had played for over three hours, after that point his 54 year old stamina had depleted and Winston ended up on his favorite couch, watching me play for another 30 mins till it was midnight. When Winston finally called it a night, we strolled back to our bedroom hand in hand. Winston was the first to head to the bathroom where as I instead pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I then pulled down my shorts and underwear and with a single leg I hurled it to an unknown part of our bedroom. I got on top of our king size bed a sat on my bare feet with my knees folded in front of me. My little Asian boy penis was squeezed and tucked beneath my thighs. I sat there waiting for Winston to come out of the bathroom. A slight shiver came over me and it was followed by goose bumps on my shoulders. When I heard the lights turn off in the bathroom Winston had entered the room wearing only his white brief. I smiled at his near handsome nakedness. His blonde hair slightly damp after the shower. His adult size bulge underneath his underwear was where my gaze ended. He walked up and stood at the side of the bed, his hip was a foot away from me. I pulled down his underwear to which it fell to his ankles rather easily. He had just shaved down there, which excited me. To me Winston now looked like one of those white statues of beautiful naked men at the museum. I gently ran my small fingers upon my husband's flaccid but still very large penis and it suddenly sprung awake. I continued to look upon his large cock and Winston seemed pleased that I was studying his nudity intently.

"Winston, I don't know which I love more, you or your penis."

Winston chuckled and pinched my chin, "You say the cutest little things." He pushed his hips forward and I bent lower to have it in my face. 

I licked the tip of his penis and tasted his salty juice. I then licked my fingers and began stroking the full length of my husband's long shaft. I made sure to mix his juices with the saliva in my hand and rub it all over his cock. In between each twist and pull upon his foreskin, I sucked as much of his cock that I could fit into my mouth. Winston's penis was beautiful. When I look at it, it is as though it was another person. Winston loved the fact that I obsessed over his penis. But truth be told, I obsessed over all penises, no matter who it's attached to, it's shape, size or color. After several minutes of stroking and blowing on my husband's large hard rod I then stood up on my knees as Winston bent down to kiss me. His hands cupped my face and cheeks. When we broke from our kiss, Winston whispered to me "JD, your beauty defies comparison." My cheeks puffed with an uncontrollable blush.

Winston brought his lips to my forehead with a feather-light kiss. I tilted my head back, and slowly lied down, resting my head on the pillow just as Winston carefully fell on top of me. He lowered himself to meet my parted lips and with his accepting of my offer for his love. As he kissed my lips, gently at first, his right hand roamed down the bumpy contours of my boney ribs. Breath exploded through my nose as I moved my lips in an attempt at kissing him back. Still kissing, Winston worked his other hand across my heaving stomach. When he wormed his fingertips between my thigh gap and ball-sack, I moaned into his mouth. When he brushed across the silky tip of my uncircumcised cock, I broke the kiss and panted for a breath. My knees raised and my hand tugged at my wrist. I raised up to meet his lips, and as we kissed he again explored my chest with his fingertips. When he brushed my nipple, I made a noise like a kitten. As he always does, he returned to pay more attention to my most sensitive nub of flesh. Winston moved to caress my neck with his lips. The graceful touch upon my soft skin beneath my ear, sent my blood thrumming down the side of my neck. I could feel a vague sense of wetness at the place where my pee pee pressed urgently against his rock hard abs. The cold I was feeling now went away.

Winston tentatively brought his hand to my hips. He swiveled me around and had me on my knees and elbows. Winston held my hips to bring is cock in between my butt crack where he began to rub his thick long foreskin across the damp, slick partings of my ass. I rested my head on the pillow and peeked my left eye back at my husband to glimpse his large manly physique pressed up upon my butt hole. His long cock slid downward and across between my soft thighs, rubbing up past my small nuggets leaving a wet trail where it touched. I knew I couldn't wait much longer and when I felt the tip of his penis in line with my fuck hole I pushed my rear into Winston and the tip of his penis slipped easily into me. Without hesitation, Winston pushed the full length of his more than foot long cock into me. As every inch of my husband's penis went inside me, I felt more pleased with myself. We had been married almost a year and I was finally able to take in the whole of his cock. Winston started hard and fast as he moved his penis in and out of me. I had finally graduated from the slow work up and was now able to do what Winston had wanted me to do for him since our honeymoon, to be able to ram me hard with out any foreplay or build up. As Winston pounded me with his hips and pelvis, I buried my head into the pillow, taking in the pleasurable feeling I was feeling inside me as I felt every poke and push off my insides organs from his penis tip. After god knows how long, we ejaculated together, with Winston inside me and my cum on the bed.

I rolled onto my back side smearing my juices all over my rear. Winston grabbed my slender hips, pulling my butt against his pelvis. He rubbed his cock into my soft fleshy buttocks for a moment, then raised my leg so his cock could go between my legs. After releasing my leg so his cock was trapped between my thighs, he reached around to explore my curried up scrotum. By bending at the waist, he brought his lips to my neck. He whispered, "I love you, JD,"

His thumb and two fingers seized my erection. There was little room on my shaft for a third finger, so he used the extra fingers to jostle my wrinkled balls.

"That feels good," I whispered.

Winston kept his hand in place on my foreskin as I began thrusting. I wasn't sure how long it would take for me to reach orgasm again, Winston who probably shared the same thought worked slowly on my short cock, worried not to chart my foreskin. His hand circled around and around my slick glans, bringing me closer to a climax. Winston then wetted his fingers with saliva and smeared it around my cock. When he rubbed his slippery fingers across my glans, I firmly grabbed Winston's face with both my hands and held on. My body bucked a few times, and he knew I was in the midst of my second orgasm. He tighten his grip and smashed his thumb against my hairless pubic region and suddenly my world exploded. I bit into his neck and held on for dear life as my cock erupted.

After a minute or two of recovery, Winston let go of my softening cock and used his hand to turn my head toward him. He kissed me gently. As it was written in the Bible, only a man could know how to make love to a boy. As Adam had his boy Steve. Half of the bed was drenched with my semen, but we snuggled close together anyway and failed to stay dry. I loved the feeling of being held in Winston's arms. After enjoying the blissful moment Winston interrupted it.

"You know about tomorrow, right?" I nodded with reluctance to the knowledge. I broke from his armed embrace and sat myself up next to help.

"But I don't get why you have to do it. It's not right, it's not natural." I said with resentment in my tone.

"I know, but it's the law. Tomorrow is my daft date and I already used up all my donation deferments this year. There's no way around it this time, I have to beget with a female, Winston said, but he ended his sentence abruptly when he noticed the change in my face. He then brought his finger to my chin to turn my eyes back to his.

"I promise, it won't take very long. And afterwards, we can go out to Chucky Cheeses." The idea of eating pizza and playing arcade games did brighten my mood but a lingering thought still remained.

"But I don't get it, if god intended for males and females to have babies, why did he make men attracted to boys and women attracted to girls?" I said incredulously. "It's not fair. I want to be the one to have your baby. It should be me. Babies should be created by the two people that love each other. I wish to god it was me and only me to have a baby with you."

Winston held my cheek with his right hand and with his thumb he wiped the tear from my eye. He punctuated it with a gentle kiss to my lips as I closed my eyes and felt his love.

"Well, I don't believe in god, but I do believe in angels. And I just made love to the most beautiful Angel of them all."

Winston's charm always worked on me. At nine years old, I didn't know much about how the world works, but I knew Bill, I trusted him and I love him.

The next day I was in the living room playing Excite Bike on my new Nintendo. I was seated on the floor barely five feet from the heavy square box and round thick glass that was our TV, when a knock on the front door brought me dread. I saw Winston walking through the hallway passing the entrance way to of the living room. I heard muffled voices at the front door and a few minutes later, Winston entered the living. He was followed by a thin framed woman wearing a gray trench coat, black stockings, thick heeled shoes and a black turtleneck sweater. She had dark hair cut short just above her ears. I stood up to greet our guest.

"This is my boy husband", Winston said referring to me. I made eye contact to our female visitor and nodded, then quickly redirected my focus away from her.

"JD, this is Julia Dixon." I recognized the name. It was the same female Winston met last year. Winston and Julia had begetted only a week after we had gotten married. Nine months later the Procreation Bureau had call Winston to inform him of the successful procreation and that he would be receiving a $2000 bonus. She looked old enough to be near the end of her fertile life but still much younger than Winston. From what I knew about Winston and Julia they had beget many times in the past and have produced a dozen offsprings. Ever since Winston had turned 18 and divorced from his man husband, he went 20 years with 20 different females, but none were successful. Julia was the only female to produce offspring with him and they agreed to repeat every year. It was because of those procreation bonuses that Winston was finally financially secure enough to marry. In a way I have Julia to thank for helping Winston be able to pick me for his boy husband.

They left together and went straight to our bedroom. I was no longer in the mood to play my video games. I walked over to the couch where I remembered I had last played with my G.I.Joes. I checked n between the cushions and found my Duke and Storm Shadow action figures. I had two dozen figures but Duke was my favorite. I guess that's because Duke looked a lot like Winston, both with their blonde hair and handsome jawline and cute double chin. I often saw myself as Storm Shadow as he was the only Asian character in the cartoon.

I sat on the floor once more and placed Storm Shadow on the sofa seat and on its back. Its legs were spread up and wide. I than placed Duke in between the legs and I began to pretend they were making love.

"Oh Duke, I love you so much", I said, projecting my Storm Shadow voice. "Make love to me. I'm your little Asian boy."

I had been playing with my G.I. Joes for only 30 minutes when I heard foot steps coming down the stairs. She had walked pass the living room to the front door and out of the house. I slowly creeped up the stairs and quietly walked into our bedroom where I heard the shower was running in the master bath. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and I pushed it open to see my husband through the shower glass door sitting on the floor of the shower curled up in the fetal position. He was naked and his face was buried in his lap as hot water rained down over him. I took my clothes off and joined him in the shower. I sat down next to him, wrapped my hands around his left arm and rested my face on his left shoulder. I closed my eyes to avoid get water into them.

"It never gets any easier." Winston whispered.

We sat there together for two hours.

Prologue

The boxy matte black craft, with odd asymmetrical angles and no visible markings, lights or openings, slowly descended into the deserted lot behind the large windowless building. At that hour, there was no one around to see the vehicle arrive. Not that they would have seen much. The exterior was coated with a material that fooled the eye, making the craft almost invisible even to someone standing right next to it. It settled to the floor on three massive landing struts with little more than a soft thump.

A dim light near a door leading deeper into the building flashed on and a woman dressed in a white smock stepped from the shadows and waited. A few moments later, a ramp descended underneath the craft. A strange looking three legged, three armed creature with dark brown leathery skin scurried to the ground and walked to the one waiting in the light, its eyes atop three foot long stalks scanning in all directions.

“Is all ready?” the three eyed creature said after handing the other a small device that translated its chittering to an understandable language.

“Yes, the engineers are done and returned to the waiting ship.”

“Then we have ten orbits of this globe around its star to conduct the experiment. Take me to the conversion chamber so I can transfer to an ugly looking body like yours.”

“This way,” the other motioned opening a door into the building, stopping to wait for a moment as the three legged creature made some entries on what looked like a tablet computer.

The strange looking craft silently rose and disappeared into he night sky. The three legged creature followed the other into the building.

Part 1

“Hey, buddy, why so glum?” Greg asked as he dropped into a chair across the table from his friend, Nick.

Nick looked up, threw back the rest of his drink and waved at Jeanie to bring another for each of them. They were regulars so Jeanie didn't need to ask what they wanted.

“Oh same shit, different day,” Nick grumbled, giving Jeanie a weak smile as she put the drinks down in front of them. “The project I'm working on at the office sucks...and my tight ass wife doesn't.”

“Damn, that's a bitch,” Greg sympathized before taking a deep swallow of his drink, “for both.”

For a few moments they sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Jeanie came wandering by, taking a moment to chat with them since she had a lull in demands for service. Greg gave her a bright smile, noticing she had one more button undone on her blouse than the day before, further hinting at her bare tits. He liked the way she worked without a bra, her dark brown areola and eraser sized nipples visibly pressing against her top.

“How are you two lushes doing this fine evening?” she laughed, deliberately leaning forward to wipe the table with a cloth she pulled from a pocket so that her grapefruit sized tits swayed with every movement of her arm.

“Can't complain...,” Greg started to say.

“...Because no one gives a shit,” Jeanie finished, winking at him as she straightened up, “and if you need a little relaxation, I have a break in ten minutes. I'll be in the office with nothing to keep my little hands and big mouth busy for about a half hour if you feel the need for some...er...companionship.”

“Naw I got a steady girlfriend waiting at home always ready to wear me out,” Greg laughed handing her his empty glass, “but I'll have one more before I gotta go.”

“Lucky bastard,” Nick mumbled, watching Jeanie's ass cheeks sway as she walked away without being able to make out a panty line. “I'm half tempted to see if she's serious or just fucking with us sometimes with that offer.”

They finished their drinks, left the usual generous tip for Jeanie and headed to the parking lot. Greg got in his car first, started it up and steadied himself for the twenty minute ride home, knowing full well he would fail a sobriety test if he was stopped.

“Hi, honey, I'm in the kitchen,” Greg heard Sadie call out sweetly as he entered his apartment, his head just a tad bit clearer.

He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes as he walked that way, wondering what, not if, she had any surprises for him that night. Since she moved in about six months before, she kept him completely off balance most of the time, sweet and cuddly at times, demanding and domineering at others. Not that it mattered, he loved it all, even when she went full bore domme on him. She regularly brought some other woman home and made him sit and watch them suck and finger each other until they were totally spent while not allowing him to so much as touch his throbbing, dripping cock until the other one left. Then, depending on how satiated she was, she allowed him to fuck her or jerk off for her viewing pleasure.

Greg felt his dick twitch when he entered the kitchen. Sadie was clearly in a soft and sexy mood, wearing nothing but powder blue boyshort panties, already spotted with a drop or two of her juices, pulled up tightly into her pussy slit and ass crack as she prepared a salad. Her half inch nipples were fully erect on her perky tits, the silver rings through them glistening in the bright kitchen light. The short silver chain dangling from the hood of her clit visibly pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties.

Sadie looked up as he entered, her crooked smile brightening as she hurried over to throw her arms around his neck and ram her tongue into his mouth. He hungrily sucked in her tongue with his hands brushing down her back to cup her full round ass cheeks as she ground her pussy against his stiffening dick.

“I'm so glad you're finally home,” she whispered huskily in his ear between passionate kisses, “I'm so fucking horny...and the more...I masturbated...this afternoon...the more I wanted...I needed...a cock...your cock...in me...in my pussy...and my mouth...and even my ass...just so I could feel...your warm cum...filling me...again...and again.”

Then she dropped to her knees, frantically pulling at his zipper as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor around his ankles. Sadie took his rigid cock in both hands, rubbing it across her face and licking the head through the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. She looked up at him with her most devilish grin, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down over his knees with one quick motion. His cock popped out, the head bouncing off her cheek before she licked the head emerging from his foreskin then rising to bend over the kitchen counter and spread her legs.

“Fuck me...right now...hard...and fast...and deep,” she gasped, pulling him toward her and trying to guide his throbbing dick into her dripping pussy hole, “please...please...fuck me...fuck me...now.”

He ripped her panties down to her knees and pushed her ass cheeks apart with both hands then dragged the head of his dick up and down in her warm wet pussy slit a couple of times as she continued begging him to fuck her. With one hard thrust forward, his thick six and a half inch cock slid as deep as he could go into her incredibly wet and stretched cunt until his balls slapped against her ass.

Greg started slamming into her faster and faster, giving her the rough hard fucking she apparently wanted and needed so badly that night. When he pressed his thumb of his left hand into her tight asshole and spanked her right ass cheek as hard as he could, she let out a shriek, her pussy juices flooding out of her cunt to coat his balls and dribble down the inside of her thighs. He swatted her a half dozen more times, reddening both of her ass cheeks, as she screeched two quick climaxes in a row before his cum exploded into the deepest recesses of her tight cunt.

“If I may ask, what got into you tonight?” he said, sitting next to her on the sofa with their dinner and wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them. “I'm not complaining mind you, but would love to know how to get you in that mood more often.”

Neither bothered to dress to eat dinner, intimating to Greg she had some additional play ideas in mind for later. In consequence, his cock remained half hard the entire time trying to guess what that might be. At six feet two inches, he towered over her barely five foot tall body but she was almost always in control. When he glanced over at her, he could see a small trickle of his cum and her pussy juices oozing from her slit to soak into the couch cushion.

“The oddest thing happened to me today,” she began, taking a sip of wine and smiling at him, “pretty exciting actually.”

“What, meet some super slutty new girl to torture me by fucking in front of me or find a special deal on some two headed vibrators?” he laughed, ducking away from her playful punch aimed at his shoulder.

“No, silly, I'm being serious,” she pouted unconvincingly, “besides, it was more awesome than either of those things but both are good ideas I'll happily do sometime too.”

“OK, OK,” he grinned, sitting back and pulling her close with his arm around her shoulder, lightly swirling his fingers around the ring in her right nipple, knowing full well she could cum with just the nipple rings properly fondled, “so tell me what was so exciting you are even hornier and more insatiable than usual.”

Sadie nestled in against his chest, nonchalantly wrapping her fingers of one hand around the base of his half hard cock while unthinkingly dropping her other on her prominent, smoothly shaved pussy mound. As she told her story, Greg's cock slowly stiffened in her hand, getting hard enough Sadie smeared one droplet of precum after another over the head of his dick without stopping talking....

….I was making my way to some half ass job interview like I try to do once or twice a week, when I took a wrong turn or two. I found myself in an older rundown commercial warehouse area before I realized my mistake.

Pulling up to a windowless building with a discreet sign in front that said Fantasy Factory_, I went inside to get directions, figuring in my way of thinking that I would be comfortable in a place with such a name. After passing through two sets of heavy glass doors, I approached a receptionist desk manned by a woman so stunningly attractive I felt my pussy twitch._

While the other woman was as baffled by the address I was seeking as I was myself, she did have a beguiling smile. When I asked what it was this company did, the woman smiled even brighter and sat back to explain the business to me.

“It's kind of like virtual reality, except without the gear on your head and such, all run by a super computer that takes up most of the building. It is just so realistic,” she told me excitedly, her nipples starting to poke out of her sweater. “Anything you touch or touches you feels as real as the sensation of my hand on yours. If you would like, I know they aren't real busy right now so I can probably get you a free thirty minute introductory demonstration.”

I gulped, feeling a few droplets of my pussy juices soaking through my panties just looking at the woman, imaging my face buried between her tits or thighs. I readily agreed to the demonstration, forgetting all about the job interview I was casually blowing off. The receptionist, whose name I forgot after the demonstration began, led me through a door behind her desk, down a short hall and into a small room furnished with just a comfortable recliner, a large flat screen TV on the wall and a portable clothes rack with a few hangers.

“You'll be asked your name and a few questions about your interests first from the TV. You don't have to do anything until one of the avatars addresses you.” she told me before leaning closer and whispering conspiratorially. “Trust me, the experience is way, way better when you're naked but that's not required.”

With that, she left me in the room. Not being shy, I stripped off, hung up my clothes and sat on the chair. A few moments later, the TV came on with an older woman, with streaks of gray hair, wearing a white doctor's smock, smiling down at me.

“Good morning. My name is Barbara and I am Director of Operations here. I assure you there's no reason for any concern on your part. Our immersive experience is totally harmless and nothing physical will happen to your body, although it may feel like it at times. So please get comfortable in the chair, answer a few simple questions and you can get started. When that happens, two hologram avatars will appear before you, one of which will lead you through the rest of your experience.”

The following questions were simple enough, my name and age, job status, hobbies, education, sexual preference and interests and such. I finished in a few minutes, wondering if it was a good idea to tell them right off I was a bisexual woman who liked rough and taboo play. Then suddenly a good looking man wearing jeans and a t-shirt, standing next to an identically dressed blonde with a perfectly proportioned body, appeared in front of me.”

“I am Ms. A,” the woman said to me, the look of her body becoming more solid by the second, “and this is Mr. Z. We are the generic avatars to get you started. Please chose which of us you care to be your guide and what, if any, ways you want us to change our appearance.”

“I'll keep Mr. Z,” I said and the female avatar instantly disappeared.

“Do you want to change the way you address me and I respond to you?” the avatar asked.

“Yeah,” I said to it, “I'll call you Leon. I'm Sadie.”

“So be it, I will only answer to Leon from now on, Sadie. Would you care to change my appearance in any way.”

“Oh yeah,” I gasped getting into the spirit of what was happening, “make your skin black, like the guy in the movie... Black Panther_.”_

Leon's skin tone and hair changed.

“And get naked.”

Charok

I felt the summons, and braced myself to shift worlds. I'd been summoned before. I knew the drill. The dark sorcerer would have a sacrifice waiting for me, to allow me to regain the strength I had lost during the trip through the Void. If I accepted either servitude to the sorcerer or whatever task the sorcerer wanted me to perform, I would get to drain the sacrifice of life force, which would return me to my former vigor. If I refused, the sorcerer would let me die. I hadn't chosen death yet, and I didn't plan to. A year and a day was a small price to pay for my life.

I grimaced as the summons yanked me into the Void, the nothingness that filled the space between my world and the mortal one. Pain lanced through me as my power was dragged out from beneath my skin. I roared soundlessly into the emptiness.

Abruptly, my roar became audible as my journey finished. The agony was not over, though. Until I fed on the life force of a mortal, I would feel as though my skin was aflame and my guts full of knives. I sank to the ground, silently clutching my stomach.

The sorcerer began to speak. "I have summoned you, demon. If you accept my offer-"

I cut him off. "I know how this works. Where's the sacrifice?And what do you wish of me?"

The sorcerer pointed to a man lying bound beside the circle. As soon as he pointed out the other human, I wondered how I'd missed him. The man was gorgeous, easily the most attractive human I'd ever seen. Large, luminous eyes stared up at me, framed by long lashes. They had the epicanthic folds common in the central part of this world, and were such a dark brown they almost seemed black.

He wore only a loincloth, which allowed me a good view of his form. He was muscular, but lithe, with very little body hair. I traced the graceful curves of his body, admiring his sharply defined muscles and his slender limbs. His lips were full and the exact same shade as a cherry blossom. I traced them with my eyes, too, wondering what it would be like to fuck that mouth. His hair was long and wavy, spread around his head like a black halo. The face it framed was somehow both incredibly masculine and a bit androgenous.

What he saw, I knew, was much less attractive. Scary, maybe, but not attractive. I was tall, bright red, and completely hairless. My legs ended in black cloven hooves, and my six fingered hands were tipped with black claws. I also wore nothing but a loincloth, and I was muscular, but there was nothing lithe or graceful about me. Crimson horns graced my hairless head, and my eyes were bright orange with inner fire. My tail, tipped with a triangular blade, lashed behind me. A former master had once told me that I always looked at least a little bit angry, so my pained expression likely looked like rage.

The man looked more thoughtful than frightened. Perhaps he didn't realize what the sorcerer had in store for him. What I would do to him.

While I had been admiring the sacrifice, the sorcerer had been talking. I stood and cut him off. "You're going to have to repeat that. I didn't hear."

The sorcerer glared at me. "If you don't pay attention this time, I'll let you die and summon another. Now, I desire you to..."

I tried to listen, but my eyes kept wandering to my gorgeous fellow prisoner. He was examining the pentagram that held me. Carefully, slowly, he moved a bit toward my prison. He grimaced, and then licked the line of a rune with a perfect pink tongue, erasing it.

My eyes widened as the magic of the pentagram broke down. The sorcerer abruptly stopped monologuing about the task he wanted to set me to. "What-"

He cut off with a choking sound as I reached out of the pentagram and grasped him by the throat. Wheezing, he struggled to breathe. His eyes met mine, pleading. I laughed, and began to drain him of life force.

Losing my strength had been agony. Regaining it was ecstasy. I smiled as the sorcerer withered and writhed in my grip. He choked out a pained gasp, and then he was gone. I released his emaciated and wrinkled form. It fell to the ground with a rattle of dried bones.

Blossom

The demon turned to me, smiling grimly. "Don't think I will show you mercy just because you released me."

I shrugged. I had been expecting as much. "I just wanted the sorcerer to die too," I told him. Turning my powers up as high as they would go, I gave him a charming smile. "And you killed him first, so I got to watch him die." I shrugged, knowing how the motion made my chest muscles ripple. "That's as much of a win as I was expecting." A lie. If I played my cards right, I would live through this.

The demon stared down at me, gaze admiring. It was the lustful gleam in his eyes that had first given me hope that I might survive. If there was one thing I knew, it was how to manipulate lust.

"Y-you want me," I said, allowing my lingering fear to show. In a way, it was another lie. The fact that he wanted me wasn't scary at all. I was very used to being wanted. What frightened me was the possibility that he didn't want me enough. If I could get him to fuck me... But he might decide to kill me instead.

The demon smiled. It was not a pleasant expression. "I do. And you're not in any position to refuse me."

I looked submissively away from him. "No, I'm not."

His eyes played over my form, aflame with desire. "Don't think this is a reprieve. It is merely a delay. I will still kill you, human." He smiled again, this time revealing his sharp teeth. "I just want to fuck you first."

My eyes still turned away from him, I let out a resigned sigh. "I know." If I judged him correctly, submission would turn him on much more than a struggle or fear. Besides, I wasn't sure I could successfully pretend not to want him. Not for long. I had always been attracted to power.

A flash of claws, and my loincloth was shredded, but not a single claw met my skin. He wasn't turned on by pain, then. That was good. He hesitated, hands on the shackles that bound my ankles. "If you try to run or struggle, this will be that much more painful for you," he informed me.

"I won't," I promised him. "The key is-"

He cut me off with a snarl. "I need no key." He gripped the chain in both hands and yanked. The link in the middle snapped.

My eyes widened. He was stronger than I'd thought.

The demon didn't bother to undo the shackles that bound my wrists behind my back. He just removed his own loincloth, and then lifted and spread my legs. He already had an erection.

He paused to admire my ass. I couldn't blame him. It was a nice ass. Everyone told me so. He retracted his claws to the point where they wouldn't scratch me and probed my asshole with a finger. "You're surprisingly clean," he noted.

"I'm a whore by trade," I explained. "I try to keep things pristine for my customers."

He snorted. "I bet you were good at your job."

"I was," I admitted.

He grinned, baring sharp fangs once more. "Let's find out how good, shall we?"

If I was a normal man, his entrance would have hurt. Normal men required preparation for this, not to mention some form of lube. My magic made up for the lack of both. It was also how I kept so very, very clean. I was pretty sure my powers were unique, even for one of the Chosen. Not that I'd ever met another Chosen. However, if all of them had been like me, the stories about them would be very different.

I relaxed, allowing the demon to enter me. His cock was huge. I'd dealt with larger, but not by much. Its size made it a bit uncomfortable, even for me, but when he began to move within me, I couldn't help but moan.

The demon froze, obviously surprised. "You're enjoying this."

I flushed. "A little." More than a little. "I liked my job."

He began to move again. "Good." His hands, claws still safely sheathed, caressed my erection. It was shorter than his, but almost as thick. "I bet the women loved this."

I whimpered as he gripped it and began to pump in time to his thrusts. "Th-they did," I managed to gasp out. "I-"

The demon covered my mouth. "Be quiet," he told me, not unkindly.

I nodded, and then moaned as he continued to caress my cock and to pound me. He wasn't gentle or slow. I would probably have bruises on my ass when we were done. Right now, though, it felt good.

Part 1

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Baby Boomers' Dream

Many of the stories in Nifty are fiction. People are very clear that they did not actually do those things for real, maybe because they don't want to be prosecuted, but probably because the events were from the fertile imaginations. I myself probably embellished those stories I wrote about Santa Claus, and Santa's early roots. But this time I am serious; this is real, this really happened. But I suspect you will believe my imaginative leaps of the other stories before you will believe this.

I am old enough that I clearly remember the Eisenhower years, and young enough that I remember the Kennedy election, not because I actually knew anything about politics, but because I went to a Catholic School with real nuns teaching, and John Kennedy, the first Catholic to be elected president, was a local favorite, They probably did not know about the Marilyn Monroe thing then, or the other trysts.

But the shocking thing is, not that I was there, but I was there, again. I lived through the era, and into my senior citizen adulthood. The night I breathed what seemed to be my last breath was peaceful enough. I am not such an arrogant and narcissistic person that I would ever had composed/sung "I did it my way", with regrets too few to mention. I had regrets, lots of things I did that were not very nice to people I should have been nicer to, but more, much more than this, I regretted how I limited my youth in ways that deprived me of good times, that made me a very rule-abiding person, albeit kind of lazy, when in my later years I realized I squandered opportunity. I knew many things I should have done differently, but hey, you only go around once, and I eventually became a better person and would be missed by those I loved.

Except, when I breathed my last, and went into the that quiet slumber, I woke up again, only I woke up again as a 10 year old, and I was back in my parents' house in my bedroom, and Kennedy was running for president! I shared a room with my brother, and he was asleep in the next bed. I recognized everything around me. My memory was not perfect, I was not sure what my teacher's name was, and which classroom I would go to, but I knew exactly where I was, who I was, and who my family were.

Confusing? Yeah. Was I going to live the same live over, or was I going to change little things that would somehow change the big things, like the butterfly's wing in China in that book about Chaos Theory? A head's up, as time went on I started to forget some of the details of the life I had already lived, and don't know if everything went the same, but for the most part my life was not very different than I remembered, but I was different. I was better. I had more fun, I made better decisions about managing my life and being nicer to my siblings. I improved, but most importantly, to the readers of Nifty, I lived to enjoy the sex life that I had not delved into in my early "good Catholic boy of the 50s/60s". Life is good, I made sure of that. I was a 10 year old boy, with the powerful brain of knowledge of a fully developed adult, and the lessons learned from the first time around. Does everyone do this? Is this what everyone does but somehow my memory banks were not scrubbed, and everyone else's memory is removed, and we all live the same life until we get it right? Damned If I know the answers, but I will share with you how I approached this life, focusing on how I learned to be a sexually active 10 year old, which set my up for a life of much improved sexual prowess, better skills, better techniques, better stamina, and made me a much better lover. My guess is you will only find the pre-teens, maybe up to 13 or 14 years, interesting. After that I think my life became pretty normal, although I was still more sexually active through my teens on this second go around, than I was the first time. Essentially I was a monk the first time, but this time I have every intention of using my advanced insights to have a great deal more fun.

Where to begin?

If I was 10 (I still wasn't sure of the exact date), my older sister Janice was 12. My brother Gary was 8, my younger sister Allison was 5. We all got along pretty well, and Janice was a really nice big sister to Allison despite the age difference. I had to know if I could get horny and hard. Where was I in my sexual development? I decided to experiment with Allison because she was pretty naive. Dad had gone to work early, Mom was in the kitchen. I slipped into Allison's room, it was still early.

"Hey kid, almost time to get up for breakfast, wakey wakey," even though she did not go to school yet. She kind of woke up and I continued, "Hey kid, look what I can do!", and I dropped my pajama bottoms and wiggled by little uncut cocklet Not much was happening and she looked at me strangely. I needed help. "Oops, it's not happening, wiggle it around with your fingers for me, please," Allison looked at me strangely but she was fond of me and I was generally good to her, so she did it. Nudity was never common in our home. I never saw my sisters naked (except when Allison was in diapers) and they did not see me naked, but she was still to young to have been told about this rule, so she didn't make a big deal. She held my cock and played with it, and YES, it started to grow, and grow some more, and get really stiff. And it felt good. Allison started to laugh at the funny thing happening and she kept playing with it, as 5 year old kids will do. By this time my foreskin was no longer covering my penis, and the head was like a little sucker on a stick. "Hey, I have an idea, how about you suck on it like a lollypop!", she did. I couldn't believe this worked, but this little kid was playing with, and now sucking on, my stiff little cock, and she thought it was a great laugh! After a few minutes, I got a really good feeling and started to get like a shiver and my muscles getting tight and shaky. Yes, I was getting an orgasm, I just wasn't producing sperm yet and so I didn't shoot anything. I quivered and got real sensitive and I had to make her stop. This was the best science experiment of my life, and my very first orgasm. In my previous life I didn't have one of these until my first wet dream at about 13 years of age. Now, how to make sure she didn't talk.

"Allison, we just did something kids are not supposed to do, and if Mom finds out she will be angry with you and you will be in trouble. I don't want that to happen, so I promise I will never tell, and in fact, I will do something I am not supposed to do also, so that we are even and we will keep each other's secret, OK?", she nodded ,but wondered why she wasn't supposed to do that. I explained the when she started going to church they would tell her about stuff like that, but we would never tell anyone. That was good enough. So, what was my transgression going to be? Well, duh, I wanted to see a real pussy up close and explore it. I slipped her pajamas and panties off and got to look up close and personal. "Allison, your little thing is adorable. It is so pretty, and pink, and smooth."

"Yes, that is my front pocket, and this is my back pocket," she said as she rolled over and thrust her bum in the air. This was so cool, she was clean and pink, with her tiny little pussy (front pocket) incredibly beautiful, and her cute little ass (back pocket) with her cute puckered brownie opening in the middle. I couldn't help myself. I rolled her onto her back again and starting kissing and licking her slit and her tiny vulva. There was the start of a tiny clitoris there, so I gave it appropriate attention as well. I slathered her with kisses and licks, and gentle suction and she started to have a really strange reaction. She closed her eyes and leaned back, then opened her eyes and smiled and seemed really happy. After a while I rolled her over and started working on her adorable butt. I kissed and drooled, and went down into her vagina again. I was getting horny again, and stiff, so I drooled and slobbered a lot, then I slid up so I was lying behind her and my stiff little cocklet stuck in between her cheeks and poked all the way to the base of her vagina. I was not penetrating her, after all, she is only 5 year old, but I was getting the great feeling of my cock sliding back and forth in a warm and wet environment, and she was feeling my rigid member sliding across the sensitive parts of her vagina, and in between her bum cheeks. She liked it, and I was in heaven. I quivered again after a few minutes, and also realized I needed to get dressed and downstairs for breakfast and school.

"Remember, we have to keep this a secret or you will get into lots of trouble, and I don't want Mom to punish you, OK?" She smiled, our secret was safe.

Back in School:

Some people think school is boring, that they teach stupid stuff and learning it requires memorizing and repeating things. Keep in mind that I have already earned a PhD in a science field, and have not forgotten my basics. I was better educated than any of the nuns in this Catholic elementary school, but now my whole life had become an experiment, and school was simply another fertile field to figure stuff out. You know what I noticed first? Girls in the fifth grade are not very conscious of how often they display their panties. Also, nuns are not very bright for the most part and do not know what is going on behind their backs, and their headpieces, veils, actually reduce their peripheral vision, and they have to turn way around to look behind themselves, so being sneaky is fairly easy. Now, I have a reputation at this school. I am a straight A student, and good boy, and I go to mass often, frequently with my mother on school days before breakfast. Because of this, the teachers intuitively trust me, the tougher boys do not much care for me, and this translates kind of with the girls as well. The "good girls" who get A's might have a crush on me, the girls that I am now interested in thing I am a bit of a "fink" (the common word of that era), and I don't really have a lot of friends. What can I do to change things?

I was told to write the solution to an arithmetic problem on the chalkboard at the front, and while I was doing this the Sister was explaining it to the class. I was therefore behind her, and to me the problem was so trivial I wrote it faster than she could explain it, and I turned around. The girls were not so aware of how their knees were apart and I was looking at a sea of white cotton panties under the desks. The height of the desks prevented kids from crossing their legs, and most kids had their feet well apart. Many of the girls were still wearing their uniform jumpers from last year, many kids in this community could not afford new clothes every time they outgrew what they had, and because this was a strongly Catholic neighborhood in the 50's-60's, meaning no birth control, families had lots of kids and tight budgets. Those jumpers were quite short, and lots of times underwear was well worn and the elastic around the edge was worn and slack. Some girls had their panties kind of twisted, and were actually exposing half a cunt from the view in the front of the class. This was interesting, and I was getting hard. The Sister talked on. Being a mature adult in a kid's body, I decided to throw caution to the winds, turned toward the chalkboard and unzipped my pants, pulled it out, and turned back toward the class...with my stiffie sticking straight out and pointing at them. The kids who were looking at me were stunned (lots of kids were not paying a bit of attention and missed it), and started giggling. I quickly turned back and stuffed myself in before the teacher asked what was so funny, but when she looked at me, I was still putting the finishing touches on the problem. What I really wanted was to see what kids came up to me at recess and to see what might develop.

I had done something I would never have thought of doing the first time around. I had scoped out the girls with short skirts and loose underwear, and exposed my own hardon to the class. Would this lead to something? Well, yeah. It did.

At recess, Nancy came up to me. Nancy was a good kid, not the teacher's pet kind of good, but the kids liked her. She was a year older because she had been kept back for poor grades once, and she was not the best student by a long shot. She was not unusually pretty, but kind of cute. Ethnically you could tell she was Italian with the coloring and accent from immigrant grandparents, and parents who still had Italian accents. She was not a troublemaker by any means, but she was not a "goody two shoes" at all. I frequently wondered why I never pursued her in my previous life, but in truth, I was a bit of a nurd. I wanted to change that now. Nancy said that was a pretty daring thing I had done in class, she was surprised. I said I guess I was just showing I was daring, more daring than she is. She didn't like my putting her down, but I said, hey, I showed mine, I didn't see her doing that. "Is that so, well how about when I ask to leave the room to use the bathroom, you meet me in the girls' lavatory, and we'll see who's got nerve,". Oh, this was going to be cool.

The rule, unless it was an emergency, only one boy at a time, and one girl at a time, could take the bathroom pass. At this grade the Sisters were not even thinking that boys and girls would meet up, in fact Nancy had violated the rules by talking to me at recess because the schoolyard was divided and boys and girls were separate.

When Nancy asked to use the bathroom, the nun said she could. When I asked right after, my reputation worked in my favor, and Sister did not hesitate to give me permission. I knew all this classwork anyway. I headed straight to the girls' lavatory.

Humankind had been obsessed for about a hundred years about alien life before first contact was made. Ironically though, as soon as the Loilitains arrived, it was the much older stories of fairies, elves and nymphs that made more sense.

They were beautiful creatures, completely human in appearance, but small in stature, with eyes of liquid brown or startling blue, small and cute pouty mouths, and skin that was unbelievably smooth and glowing with health. They wore their hair long, both the males and females, but neither sex had a hint of body hair. There seemed to be little outward difference between the sexes, other than in hairstyles, except that some of the women perhaps had the slightest points of breasts under their tunics.

They told us that they had left ill health and the need for physical exertion behind them generations before, so naturally, over hundreds of years, their bodies had become more delicate, and, with the loss of conflict in their society, so had aggression and competitiveness been bred out.

All fears of an alien invasion disappeared when they were seen. How could these divine innocents have any violent intentions towards us? All they seemed to want to do was to be with us, and share their lessons of peace and love.

It was disconcerting; in the official pictures and videos that had been released to the press, their appearance evoked the desire to care for and protect them, but in person their poise and confidence made us feel clumsy, and, dare I say it, primitive - which, given the massive technological gap between us, undoubtedly we were.

It was still far from clear why they had arrived. It was a solitary ship, with five males and five females, and although they were happy to tell us certain things about their technology and society, they were at best vague as to the purpose of their mission.

I had been in the special forces for a few years before transferring to the CIA and I was allocated to one of the first liaison groups. Amongst all the scientists and suits I stood out like a sore thumb, and a few times I noticed a couple of the females whispering to each other behind their hands as they stared at me.

Much of their time was spent in formal debrief sessions, but, as naturally we were in a facility completely isolated from the outside world, it felt claustrophobic, and we made a concerted effort to help them feel relaxed and have social time where we could maybe get to know them better, and they could know us, in more informal settings.

I tend to keep myself to myself at social events, and anyway I wasn't sure how to make small talk with an alien, but one evening I found that I kept making eye contact with Shama, one of the females. She came over and chatted to me happily, telling about how well they had been looked after. I couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful delicate body, and was lost in her gorgeous, almost amber, eyes. Most of the other guys on the camp were married and had families but my sexual history had been, let's say, chequered, and I found my body immediately and inappropriately responding to her closeness.

I would have expected her to be innocent, but it felt like she knew the effect she was having on me. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, and there was something obviously flirtatious about her body language. Her arms were bare, so slender and soft looking, and as she fiddled with her hair I snatched an exquisite glimpse of her bald armpit.

She started talking to me about the myths and legends in her own society - of ancient times, when there were still warriors and great deeds of physical strength and bravery, and my cock swelled uncomfortably in my pants as her little hand reached up to feel my biceps under my shirt, then moved down to explore the hairs on my bare forearm.

I felt like everyone in the room must be staring at us, but they seemed oblivious.

We were in a dark corner of the room, and she was stood in front of me, which somewhat blocked the view for everyone else, but I froze as her hand moved to the front of my pants, mapping out the line of my swollen cock as it struggled for release.

"I knew you would be the one who would want us," she purred.

"You can't do that!" I protested.

"Why not, it's such a natural thing?" Her tiny hand was already working magic on my engorged prick.

"Not here..." I groaned.

I grabbed her wrist as she started to unzip me.

"Fuck, no! In our culture this can only happen in private."

She turned to look around the room, as if expecting others to be pairing up. To my relief it still looked like everyone else was engaged in polite small talk and had no idea what we were doing.

I wasn't sure whether I was about to cause the first intergalactic diplomatic incident, or was just fostering inter-species relationships, but I took her by the hand and led her outside giggling.

As soon as we got outside and found a dark corner she unzipped me and manoeuvred my cock out of my pants. It was already rampant and looked massive with her two small hands on it. She examined it with fascination.

"It's so big...we dreamed but had no idea..."

Her hands were barely able to manage the girth but she clearly knew what to do, stroking the shaft vigorously.

It had been a long time since I had had a girl's hands on me, or at least one who looked like this, and I knew I wouldn't be able to take much of that treatment. I controlled her pace, putting my hands on her wrists to guide her, as she looked up at me with those doe eyes, watching the effect her handiwork was having on me.

She smiled, ran a tiny tongue tip over her lips, and bent to kiss the head of my cock. It looked too big to comfortably fit in her mouth, but she bathed and kissed and teased it with her tongue, her hands moving to my balls, weighing them up.

I was going to cum so quickly and wondered whether I should warn her. She knew exactly what she was doing though, increasing the jerking on my shaft as she licked the underside of my glans, all the while looking up at me sweetly.

I exploded, shooting thick globs of spunk up in the air, the first splattering down into her hair, the second hitting her between the eyes, before she was able to take control, capturing the rest in her mouth as she locked her lips around it.

She licked her lips as she got up, using her fingers to recover cum from her face and hair and transferring it to her mouth. I could see that she was holding it there, but then saw her dribble it into a small vial that she concealed somewhere in her dress.

She stretched on tiptoes to kiss, and I tasted my cum on her lips.

I heard someone coming and quickly tucked my dick away and rezipped. By the time I had exchanged a nod with the patrolling sentry and turned back she had gone, slipped back inside somewhere.

Chapter 2

I knew I was in deep trouble the next morning when I was summoned to the conference room at 7:00. All the top brass were there, the senator, the CIA director and the general. The general was looking at me like the worse piece of excrement he had ever seen and it was obvious that he didn't really want anything to do with proceedings.

The director turned down the lights and played a video on the bank of screens which covered one wall. My knees literally felt they would give way beneath me as the screens showed a scene from a night vision camera.

It must have been mounted right above my head. My big cock was centre scene, glowing green and pointing straight into Shama's cute face. The pleasure she was taking was obvious as she jerked me, as was my writhing in pleasure.

The camera had captured my cum shot perfectly, the sperm spurting copiously over her. A twisted part of my brain (which is most of it) couldn't help admiring my performance. I might have a future in the porn business, that is if they ever let me out of jail. It was gallows humor though, I was going to be destroyed for this.

The room stayed silent as the screen went black and the lights went back on.

So this was it. The moment of exposure I had dreaded since I was 18 and that girl coming home from her gymnastics class...

I had been in combat situations a few times, but the fear of jumping out of an aircraft into a war zone was nothing compared to this.

The three of them just stared at me as my heart punched at the inside of my rib cage like it was trying to save me by exploding and letting me just drop dead.

The general was just getting redder and redder in the face and he finally couldn't contain himself any longer.

"You are the lowest fucking piece of perverted shit I have ever come across!" He thundered.

I caught the senator glancing across at him, and the hint of a smile may have crossed his lips at the general's unfortunate choice of words. Could I have an ally?

"Did you really think that we wouldn't have every fucking inch of this compound covered! We can't work out which fucking laws you've broken but I don't give a fuck, I'm gonna render your stinking ass out of here and leave you to rot on some guava covered rock in the middle of the fucking ocean for the rest of your miserable fucking life!" He paused for breath, and there was a pregnant silence.

I sat waiting for the next onslaught, wondering if they were going to take turns.

"On the other hand, there may be a different way of approaching this." The CIA director's voice was quiet almost to the point of needing to strain to listen to him. His face was expressionless as his cold eyes met mine.

"Gentlemen, you should probably leave at this point." The general glowered at him, but both he and the senator got up to leave. As the senator passed my chair, his hand briefly rested on my shoulder.

"Good luck, son," he murmured.

The director waited until the door shut then strolled over to a side table where there were a couple of flasks of coffee. He poured himself one.

"Want one?"

Caffiene was the last thing I needed, so I shook my head and he sat back opposite me, his gaze assessing me.

"You need to excuse the general, he still hasn't got his head around gays, so what you seem to be has completely blown his mind. But do you know what really pisses me off?" he said.

"No, sir."

"That you were thinking only with your balls, and parked yourself right under a camera."

I toyed momentarily with lying that I had meant to, but didn't see how I could pull it off.

"I'm sorry, sir"

He went back to appraising me silently.

"We have a problem" he finally said. "We've hit a brick wall with the Loilitains, they're giving us nothing. We don't know why they're here or what they want, and the tech they have given us has turned out to be shit. Nothing we can do anything useful with without years of research to see whether it's even kosher."

"Do you see the problem?"

I did, but a suspicion that I was supposed in some way expected to be part of the solution was also gradually dawning on my terrified brain. However, if a way out of this nightmare was to be offered I was going to grab it like a drowning man. I nodded cautiously.

"And then you come along. Normally I would be cursing whoever vetted you, and letting the general do whatever he wants with you, but maybe there is an opportunity here. One of them at least has shown an interest in you, and that could be an opening."

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling as he thought.

"You will carry on with your standard role, we don't want anything to obviously have changed, but if any of the Loilitains is friendly towards you, you should not discourage that. Do we understand ourselves?"

I nodded, "Yes sir!"

"And you report to me but no-one else. Understood? Oh, and don't worry about the cameras we have that covered."