Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 22:25:42 -0500 From: John Smith Subject: Made Ch. 2 Don't read this if you aren't of legal age to view this where you live. It contains sexually explicit material. All names, places, and events are entirely fictional, and any similarities to real-life events are entirely coincidental. Rights to this story lie exclusively with Nifty and myself. If you wish to reproduce it in part or in whole, contact me. Do not do so otherwise. I'm sorry for the long delay. I originally had a few other stories, but my computer crashed, and I wasn't really feeling up to re-writing them. It's my most common fantasy, so I decided to skip a head a bit. This is set about two years after the events of Made. Ch. 1. I may fill in the events between the two stories at later date. I still welcome your comments, but please don't contact me with anything that may be construed as illegal. My email address is Ohwantanabe@gmail.com * * * Chapter 2 It was very nervewracking, this car ride. Not the least because it was my first time in one. The overarching thing I was nervous about was that I was on my way to the people who had ordered and paid for my construction. I've been told I was very expensive. I would be a significant investment for any but the extremely wealthy. This didn't mean a great deal to me, as I'd been alive for than two years, mostly spending that time in various accelerated learning programs. These were tailored to the customer's orders, so everyone at the facility was different. I'm glad I wasn't ordered without limbs, or without teeth... I'd seen some unfortunate boys there. All in all, I was fairly normal, as far as they tell me. I'm 145 cm and 30kg. I also have medium length brown hair, green eyes and pale skin. At the moment, my growth is frozen with the use of a combination of drugs and a thyroid regulator. I can remain at this age for as long as it is required. I can start normal growth at any time it is requested, or be accelerated up to age 17. If I ever reach age 18, I will recieve limited citizenship and will be taken off the life- extending treatments. I'm dressed pretty differently than at the facility. I'm not used to wearing pants and shirt that don't come in one piece, and the shoes are strange as well. I'm chafing a bit with the rough material of the pants. The car itself is very nice, it smells of smoke and leather. The driver shook my hand when he came to pick me up. That was very strange. He showed me into the car and put a seatbelt on me, shut the door, opened the driver's seat door and got in. It's been a couple of hours since that happened. I've been really bored. For a while I liked watching the scenery go by. I had never been so high up before, and while I didn't understand much of what I was seeing, I was mesmerised. I've been feeling a bit queasy within the past few minutes, though. I hope I don't throw up. I'm nauseous, sweaty mess by the time we get to the house. The driver shuts the car down, opens the door, and walks over to the passenger door. Opening the door he unbelts me. "Grab my hand," He says, as he holds it out."I'll help you down." I reach for it, and hop out. Had I not been in such a state, I might have noticed what a huge house we had just pulled into the side of, and what extensive grounds surrounded it. Things being as they were, I was barely able to walk. We walk up some steps, and into a fairly plainly, tastefully decorated house in beiges and tans. Proceeding down a hallway for a distance, our path is crossed a tall, thin woman in a very form-fitting pantsuit. Noticing us, she stops, and stares at me. "Ah, so you're Matthew's gift. I must say, you are something to look at," She declares."I had serious reservations about this, but at least I know my boy has good taste." Motioning her arms toward her she says,"Well now, come over here, don't leave me waiting. I want to get a good look at you." I squeeze the driver's hand and start to stand behind him. "Little boy! You will always do as I say immediately! If I tell you something, you had better wel step to it. You live or die at the snap of my fingers. I don't care how dissapointed my son is, if you do not do as I say, you will be sent back!" The driver grabs me by the shoulders, and maneuveres me to within a few feet of the woman. By this time, most everything is a blur. Grabbing my shirt she continues,"Do you hear me? I had better hear 'yes' followed by 'ma'am'. I will not be ignored in my own house. Speak, you ingrate!" Right then, I throw up all over this woman's shoes. I feel a lot better, but she doesn't. She starts to make a noise like a tea kettle and starts turning very red. Very quickly, the driver picked me up with one arm around my waist and ducks into an adjacent room. The room smells amazing, there is food everywhere, but not as I knew it. Off to the left he opens a door and sits me on a stool inside a pantry. Reaching into his pocket he hands me a nutrient packet. "I'm going to handle the mess you just caused," the driver tells me as he kneels at my level,"I know you couldn't help yourself. I will send someone momentarily to get you." "But, what do I call you?" I ask. "You can call me Mr. Anton. I already know your name kiddo, though I'm told you don't. Matthew, who you'll be meeting in a few hours, will tell you." Standing up, he pulls a chain and the pantry is lighted. As he closes the door he says,"Be quiet for a bit. Don't leave this room." After he's gone, I stand up and look around. I can read pretty well, so I know most of the cans around me hold food. I know I can't eat it, my digestive tract is very simple, and I can only eat specially formulated nutrient meal. It is interesting to guess what a "carrots" or "Green beans" is. It can't have been twenty minutes before an older, very dark lady opens the door. She's wearing a frilly black and white dress, and looks tired. He eyes resting on me, she walks towards me. Grabbing my wrist, not unkindly she says," You created quite a stir little man. I'm going to take you to get cleaned up, and then to your bedroom. Don't fight me now, come on then. Compliantly, I follow as she leads me out of the kitchen, further down the hallway, and up a flight of stairs. I don't get to look around much, but everything is painted white, in what I would come to learn was a modern style. We open a door to a good sized bathroom, full of shining stainless steel appliances. Closing the door behind he she lets my arm go. Quickly she pulls my shit off above my head, then pulls down my pants. "Don't worry,"she assures me as she undresses me," I've seen everything you've got. And you of all people shouldn't be modest. My gosh, you are a sweaty little boy. Must have been a stressful day for you." Once I'm in the buff she hurries me over to the shower. She turns it on, and scrubs me down. The water and soap are much less harsh than I'm used to, and while I'm not having much say in the matter, I enjoy the shower. Once I'm scrubbed pretty raw, she pulls me out and towels me off. Grabbing some clothes on the counter, she helps me step into some new clothes. Black socks, Khaki pants, some brief underwear, plus a slip- over long sleeved sweater. Once my teeth and hair are brushed, she sighs,"Well, now you look more presentable. I guess we aught to show you where you'll be staying. If you'll follow me closely, I wont drag you by the arm." I agree to her satisfaction, so she leaves the bathroom, and, following her, we walk a short ways until she walks into a room and stops. Following her inside, I take notice of my surroundings. It is a fairly large room, with a viewscreen and an entertainment console to my left, the afternoon sun is shining through some windows on the wall ahead of me, and at the far right of the room is a bet, with a chest of drawers and a bedside table. It smells a little like unwashed clothes, but not too much. "This is not your room. This is Matthew's room. You are not to touch anything without his permission,"she tells me as she makes a right turn, and opens a door on the side of the room. Ushering me in, she lets me know."This is where you'll be staying, at least for now. Again, this isn't yours, but it will be where you can stay. There is a bed, a box of toys, and some children's books in the table on the table next to your bed. There is an intercom, so you can let us know of anything you need help with. If you abuse any of these, they will be taken away." A bit overhwhelmed, all I can say is,"When do I meet Matthew?" Patting my back she tells me,"He'll most likely be home within the hour. I want you to know that he for the most part a good young man. You must always listen to him, because you're his for as long as he wants you. You could do a lot worse," she adds," You must obey the Mrs. of the house most of all, though. I believe you met her on your way in. When you see her again, apologize. If you aren't sincere, you will live to regret it. The Mr. is very kind, you wouldn't be here if not for him. Be quiet and don't ever bother him with questions" "Here, I'll sit down and I'll read with you until you're called to meet the family. I'm to take care of you for most of the time, but when I'm not working, you can ask for Miss Collette. My name is Ms. Victoria, but Ms. Vicky is alright too." We read for some time, until the intercom buzzes. Standing me up, she straightens my clothes and gives my hair another once over. "It's time to meet the family, little man. Come on now, don't be shy." My legs feel like jelly as we make our way through the house and down the stairs. Once at the bottom, we make a left into a sitting room. Seated around a coffee table on couches are Mrs., who I've already met before. She's changed clothes, and is made up very nicely. She smiles, but it isn't a very nice one. Her teeth flash when she talks, and she seems to be doing most of the talking. Across the table is who I assume to be Mr. He's an older-looking man, his hair showing gray at the temples. Between his lips is a cigar, and he's reclined and looking very relaxed. He's a tall man and has enourmous hands. At the far side of table must be Matthew. He has the delicate features of his mother, but is large boned like his father. He has sandy-brown semi-curly hair that falls around his ears, parted to the side. He's tanned and has brown eyes underneath heavy eyebrows. He's in what looks like a school uniform. I catch his eye as I'm led into the room. "Ah!,"Mrs. declares when she sees us enter the room,"Your gift is here Matthew. I had half a mind to send him back after he soiled my Grigoro suit." Blowing out a buff of smoke, Mr. declares,"Oh Margaret, don't be dramatic. The boy was only nervous. You scare me sometimes, and I've known you for years!" After shooting Mr. a dirty look, Mrs. Turns her attention back to me,"Now, boy. You know what to call me, but you must always call my husband Sir, and stay out of both of our hairs. You are Matthew's to see to, and he's responsible for you, excepting taking care of you, Ms. Victoria will see to that." She continued,"Matthew, I know you've been waiting for him to arrive for a long time. Why don't you two go find something to occupy yourselves while your father and I talk a bit." Matthew got up and walked towards me. He seemed happy and said with a grin, "Follow me, lets go to my room." With that he bolted back up the stairs and into his room. I do my best to follow him, but he's much faster. When I get there, he has the viewscreen on, and has started up his game console. Sitting down he pats the ground beside him,"Close the door and come over here, I'll teach you how to play." Handing me the controls he starts the game once I'm cross-legged beside him. We played many games in the facility, so I catch on very quickly. It's a racing game. I'm not very good, but it's a lot of fun. After a few races he inches towards me. He's very warm and smells kind of like his room, but a bit spicier. I'm getting better at the game, and he seems kind of distracted, and keeps looking over at me. "Haha,"I shout as I complete a race,"I won!" He smiles,"Psh, I let you win. Beginners luck." "Nu'uh,"I tease," You just got beaten by a kid" "You're still four games behind buddy,"suddenly, he puts his arm around me,"I want to play like this." "How am I supposed to play this way?,"I complain,"You'll just mess me up." "Oh alright,"he says and lifts his arm off my shoulders,"But I think I'm tired of racing, lets play a fighting game." We played a number of games over a couple hours, until after it had been dark for half an hour. Standing up, he tells me,"I have to go take a shower. Look under your bed, you'll find some PJ's. You can keep playing if you like." I walk to the closet and find a pair pajama bottoms and a big shirt of his under my bed, putting them on, I go back to playing video games. He's not gone long, and comes back with his hair still fairly wet, with a towel wrapped around his midriff. He's fairly slim, but has well defined muscles. His tan line starts right above his hip. Walking over to his chest of drawers, takes off his towel and slips on a larger version of what I'm wearing and sits down beside me again. "Hey, sit in my lap,"He tells me. "Okay,"I reply. I stand up and sit down where he tells me. He makes a rumbling noise, and I feel something hard touch my bottom through his pants. Grabbing a controler, he puts both arms around me and puts his hands in my lap. He leans over and lays his head on my shoulder. It's difficult to play like this, but we finish a few rounds, our scores are even. Looking at the time in the corner of the screen he announces,"Ok, it's bedtime. I'm going to let you decide wether or not you want to sleep in my bed or not." I think it over. I've never slept in a bed with anyone, but he is really nice, and looks like he wants to. "I'll sleep with you. You aren't a bedwetter, are you?" He laughs,"Haha, no, you don't have to worry about that. You gotta be still once I'm asleep though. I don't go to school tomorrow, but I still need a good night's sleep. Lets go brush our teeth first though." Once we're back from the bathroom, he pulls down the covers on his bed and jumps in. Laying on his side he motions for me to come down beside him. He turns on a light by his bedside and turns off the rest of the lights. "I've wanted you for a long time. I'm so glad you're here. I promise I wont hurt you, ever,"He looks into my eyes and tells me,"Is there anything you wanted to ask me?" "What is my name? I'm supposed to get a new one here, but I don't know it yet." "Oh, I forgot, I'm sorry. I decided to call you Garret. Is that alright?" "It's good. I had one before, but I was told not to use it anymore." "Do you want me to call you that, instead? I just want you to be happy." "No, it was more of a number. This is much better." He grabbed me and hugged me, then held me back a little and put his lips on mine. I had kissed a few of the boys at the facility, just to see what it was like, but this was totally different. I could feel his thing poking me on my thigh, but it was alright. "Turn over on your other side, I want to lay like that,"I turned over and laid with my back next to his chest, and my butt on his stomach."This is called spooning. Sorry about my dick. I just want to lay with you tonight." "It's alright, I know what a pee-pee is. You can't control it. Besides,"I giggled,"I like it." He rumbled again and started rubbing his crotch against my bottom through his pjs. My penis started getting hard too. He ran it along my crack while his arms grabbed my hips and he started grinding harder. The bed was getting hotter and hotter, and I could feel some sweat through his shirt. He began nibbling on my neck, and I couldn't help but arch my back. Suddenly, he bucked up and I could feel a wet spot on my bottom. He thrust a few more times, then was still. He breathed heavily for about thirty seconds, then reached over to turn off the lights. "I'm so glad you're here,"he whispered in my ear,"I knew I'd love you." He fell asleep almost immediately after. I laid in his arms for quite some time before whispering back,"I love you to," before succumbing to sleep myself * * * Hope you liked it. Promise more soon. Quality Isn't all that great. Hope to hear from some of you!