Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 00:48:10 +1000 From: AJAY Subject: Kindred Souls - 6 Kindred Souls - My Brother Danny Chapter 6 - Children of the Corn Written by AJAY Disclaimer Warning: You know that if you are under the legal age of consent to read such erotic material as this, or if you are offended by the subject matter, you shouldn't be reading this, so DO NOT READ any further. This is a Fictional story and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental, yadda, yadda, yadda. Check out earlier Kindred Souls to see what's gone before. All rights reserved. Not to be used anywhere or reproduced without the author's prior permission. Now kick back and enjoy. I took a sip of my first real drink for the night, knowing full well that the supposed non-alcoholic punch was laced the moment the Dean left the premises. The dance floor was in full swing under the spell of the DJ's magic. As the punch began to take its effect, I could not help but get aroused by the sensual movements of the dancers on the floor. One beautiful figure after another performed movements that defied the imagination, allowing the techno-rhythm and beat to take them to new heights in synchronous gyrations. Alcohol always has that effect on me which is why I don't drink that often. To be honest, I couldn't allow my inhibitions to be stripped away. Who knows where it would lead me? Or what the consequences may be. "Like what you see?" asked Anthony who suddenly appeared at my side. "Geeze, you scared the dalylights out of me," I said glancing up from perving on one dude who was dancing around half-naked. "But, yeah, there are some real hot bods out there." "And some of them aren't even dancing yet." replied Anthony with a wink. Now what did he mean by that? If Tony is gay, I'd have said he was coming on to me. But that couldn't be right could it? He was Danno's best friend at College. Maybe I've had too much to drink already. "Here, I told you I'd save you a plate." He said offering me the dish of nibbles he held in his hand. "And Daniel said I was to keep you company until His Majesty's arrival. He shouldn't be much longer, maybe. The photographer thinks he is a precision surgeon the arts, either that or he is an official photographer for Buckingham Palace. He wants everything to be perfectly in place before he even takes a shot. It took him about five rolls of film before he thought he'd captured the right kodak moment of our group, and he hadn't even started with Daniel's group yet." "I thought it was going to be a group photo with both casts together?" "Yeah, he did that first. Now he's doing separate shots of each group. Don't you just hate perfectionists?" he asked with another wink and a smile. "Depends on what he's perfecting." I replied with a wink in return. The spidey sense was tingling again, only this time it was alerting me to the stud that stood beside me. Those long eyelashes highlighting his piercing brown eyes would melt the hearts of any boy, or girl. I had a good close look at this dude while he stood beside me looking out over the dance floor. Blond-haired, built but not overly muscular to be considered gross, nice broad shoulders, slim waist, a bubble butt sitting on long powerful legs, and a tantalising package that just begs to be opened. The mere thought had me recalling the treasure trail I'd seen in the showers going down from his navel to his groin, and the tasty morsel of uncut dick that hung at the end of it. I was beginning to really like this guy and not just because he was a sex-god, but because I could tell he really cared for Danny as a friend as well. For Danno's sake, I had to resist the urge to come on to this guy, but I didn't know how much longer I could resist. There was something sexually attractive about him that called to my gay side. I'll have to ask Danny about Tony to see if I'm imagining all this or not. When or if Dan finally arrives that is. By this time the DJ had the crowd whipped up into frenzy with a beat that prevented us from carrying on any serious conversation, so we just sat and drank and watched until a quieter track blared over the speakers. "So have you seen much of the sights yet?" "No, not really. I only just arrived today." "Today? And you're still on your feet?" "Yeah, I'm feeling a little light-headed right now. I can't tell if it's the drink or if the plane travel is catching up on me." "Maybe you better go lie down for a while. If you like, I can take you over to Daniel's room and have a cat nap for a bit and I'll come and get you when Daniel's ready to leave." "If I put my head down now, I don't think I'll ever get up again." "I'm serious. Daniel told me to take you to his room if you were feeling tired and not to take no for an answer. Look, his room is only in the next building, it's not far. You're almost asleep on your feet now as it is. Come with me." "Okay, but only for a little while." Though I didn't really have any choice. Anthony had wrapped an arm round my shoulder and was steering me to the door and the exit. Student housing is the same in whatever country you happen to be. It was sparse accommodation offering the bare necessities, cheap and affordable. Two guys to a room with shared toilet facilities, a common room to chill out in for anyone wishing to be sociable in a group, and the cafeteria for meals and general gathering. The only downside to it was the possibility of being billeted with a roommate with whom you were less than compatible. I always wondered with it would be like bunking in with a roommate. Knowing my luck I'd be roomed with a Nazi fascist, homophobic, religious freak who was a part-time member of the KKK on the side. "Now for the grand tour." Anthony said throwing his hands wide, "That's Daniel's bed, and that's the desk. These are Daniel's books and those are his roomie's. That's Alec's bed. This is their lounge chair beside the stereo and that's the TV. Most of the time they're in my room watching the telly because I have cable and don't have to share with a roomie. That is the closet and chest of drawers, and that pretty much concludes the grand tour of Daniel's humble abode. Seen one room, seen them all. All the apartments are almost identical except for a few variations in layout. You like?" "It's okay, but I feel a little self-conscious checking out Danny's stuff without him being here." "It's not a problem. You're family and I'm practically family and if Daniel didn't want us to be here he wouldn't have given me his key or told me to bring you here to crash for a bit. The only reason I didn't mention it sooner was that you looked like you were enjoying the party." "Won't his room-mate mind?" "Nah. Alec's cool with it, too. These blokes don't have a line down the middle of the place for 'yours' and 'mine' like some arseholes around here. Alec and Daniel share everything. Have you met Alec yet?" "I don't think so. It's all getting kind of blurry." "Alec is a good bloke. Though he hates it when you catch him running around in his boxers." Said Anthony with a grin. "You guys sound like you're all very close." "We are good mates, the Three Amigos of the Campus. Though sometimes Alec and Daniel remind me of Mulder and Scully the way they go at each other; one passionately emotional, the other scientifically logical. I'm sort of like their catalyst to prevent an explosion." "So I take it you're into the X-files then?" I said lying back on Danny's bed. "X-files, Dr Who, Red Dwarf, Hitchhiker's Guide, Tomorrow People, U.F.O, Star Trek, Star Wars, Space 1999, I'm into anything with a science fiction theme really. My subscription to cable feeds my addiction. It's my release valve from all the studying." "Don't you have a girlfriend?" "Between study and my sci-fi habit, I've only got time for my mates. A permanent girl friend would cramp my style." "I know what you mean. I'm a bit of a sci-fi fan myself." I said storing that bit of info for future retrieval. "Personally I reckon they should have finished the X-files series with the movie. They shouldn't have gone on to do another series or two. After the movie some of the episodes were real stupid." "Yeah, once they stray from aliens, abductions and conspiracies, they get out of their depth sometimes. You have to take the good with the bad. Do you believe in UFO's?" "I believe there's got to be life out there somewhere besides our own, if that's what you're asking. Look at how many stars are in the sky. Each of those stars is a sun and each sun has a cluster of planets so somewhere there has to be new life and new civilisations. Whether they're like little green men or us is another story. What about you? Do you believe in flying saucers and little green men." " I'm definitely in Mulder's camp as far as wanting to believe is concerned. Ever since I saw a cluster of lights out on our farm one night, when I was a kid. Next morning we went out there and found a crop circle. No one could explain it, but I was the only one who saw the lights out there." "Crop circles? Cool. I've never seen one for real. Do you get a lot of crop circles on your farms?" "Sure do. Crop circles started to appear in the Wiltshire area of Southern England during the late 1970's. By the late 1980's reports were coming in from other parts of Britain, Europe and the rest of the world. At present 90% of the world's volume of crop circles is concentrated in England, so I don't know whether that's a good thing or not." "But aren't some of them hoaxes, though. We had a crop formation of an aboriginal appear a while ago back home and a group later claimed to have done it to divert people's attention to aboriginal rights." "True. Even here many formations are said to be the work of hoaxers, and by 1991 the formations made by them received most of the media attention. Despite the fact that circles have appeared all over the country, formations in Surrey have been few and far between. It may be a case that farmers do not wish to run the risk of having their land disturbed by hordes of visitors, and therefore do not report them. I know my old man did not report the ones that appeared on our farm, and since we lived on the farm and knew if we got intruders, we know it was not a hoax." "If I had visitors from space leaving calling cards in my crops, I'd be pretty scared to go out there." "Nah, it was kind of exciting actually. It was like a game each day to see who could find the circles first. Those were the days when Martin and Baz lived in the neighbouring farm and they used to come over and help me search." "You knew Danny's brothers when you were kids?" "A small world isn't it? They were fostered out to the couple who owned the farm next door to ours. Since there were not a lot of kids in the area, they tolerated a snotty-nosed kid like me tagging along with them. We were not the best of friends, but we had our days. Our farm was the only one in the area that had crop circles, so they hung around with me a lot until they moved back home. The crop circles gave me a celebrity status of sorts." "Is that where the connection with you and Danny comes in?" "What, through his brothers? Not really. As I said I wasn't a real friend with Martin and Barry. They kept to themselves and I tagged along where I could. The crop circles were the common ground that kept us together. You could imagine an open space in the middle of nowhere where no one could see you was like a magnet to three kids." "I'd imagine it'd be as much fun looking for them as it would finding them." "Yeah. We had a game going where the first one to find a crop circle became the alien master who took over the minds of the others. The rest of us would be the alien master's slave for the rest of the day." "Hmmm, sounds interesting." I said with a grin. "Well you know what kids are like. Martin and Barry were the kinky ones. Their hormones had already kicked in, so they made the rest of us get up to some weird stuff if they were the alien masters. I was the young innocent one in the group." "Sure, I bet you were." "I was. Would this face lie to you?" Tony said fluttering his lashes and giving me a puppy-dog look. I wish this face would lie with me, I thought as Anthony smiled at me from across the room. A slight bulge was forming in my pants again. I think I've cracked a boner more times in one day here in England than I have for a whole year back home. Must be something in the air. "So when did you meet Danny? Through your friendship with Martin?" I had to distract him and me. "No. When they moved back home to their real parents, we lost contact and that was it until I met Daniel here at college years later. Daniel and I became fast friends and I didn't realise he was related to the twins until Martin walked in one time when I was at their place. It really blew me away, as it did when I heard that Barry was gone. I should have guessed with the surnames, but it just didn't click. Plus Daniel had a bit of an Australian accent when he first started Uni, so that threw me off as well. Speaking of which, I better go back and tell him where we are. The photo shoot is probably over now, so he'll be ditching his fan club and searching for us. Don't go away, I'll be back." Giving me his best Arnie impression. "I'll be waiting for you." And those were the last words I uttered as my head hit the pillow, eyes closed and the world spun. As I became aware of myself some time later, I didn't want to move. Where was I? I couldn't recall. The whole world seemed hazy. While lying there trying to collect my thoughts, I realised that I must have had something covering my eyes, as I couldn't open them. I went to reach out to pull whatever it was away when I found I could hardly move my hands as well. It took me a few moments to realise that I was actually tied to something. In fact both my hands and my feet were securely tied and I was bound crucifix fashion to two poles. In my struggle I realised I was suspended on a pole or something with a small support for my feet where they were tied. While the bindings were not tight, they wouldn't loosen enough for me to free myself either. A gentle breeze blew caused a rustle to echo all around me. Two things hit me at once in that moment: I was outside somewhere, and I was bound and naked. Adrenaline coursed through my body as I tried to figure out the last thing that I did before I woke up here, but I couldn't recall a thing. A definite rustle to my left brought me out of my reverie. It sounded like I was in the bush or something. My spidey sense was tingling again and I was sure there was more than one presence standing before me. Knowing I was bound naked on this cross before unknown eyes was rather embarrassing to say the least. I could feel them standing there, but neither of them said a word. I didn't know if they were my captors or potential rescuers. "Hello? Who is there? Can you get me down from here?" In response to my questions, I felt something touch my left pec and then circle the nipple several times. I flinched at the touch, which was cold. It sent a rippling sensation through me that centred in my groin. The sensation continued from one nipple to the other until both nipples were hard to the touch and highly aroused. It would have been highly erotic if I wasn't tied against my wishes. Having thought that, I felt another hand gently caress the hairs on my right thigh. It was a light caress, a passing of cool fingertips from my bound ankle over my calf, around my knee, then all along my thigh up to my hip and then all the way back down again. A moan escaped my lips as I shivered under these tactile sensations. Strangely enough, I no longer worried about being tied here. I gave in to the feeling of being aroused. Who would have guessed I'd be turned on by a bit of S&M? Then there were two hands upon my chest each one playing with a nipple and squeezing my tit before journeying down my body towards the hands I felt on each ankle. The hands at the ankles then move upwards to meet the companion hands caressing downwards, feeling my bare skin as they travelled. All four hands met at my groin and fondled around my balls and pubic hair causing my dick to go completely rigid without being directly touched. I'd never felt anything like this in my life. Up the body two hands went over my chest to play with my nipples. Down the body two hands went, caressing my calves knees and ankles. After a few moments the pairs would meet up again at my groin to caress and play with my pubes and over my hips, but never touching my cock or balls. It was agony in this ecstasy. My dick throbbed every time I felt hands go near it and I even moved my body to help make the contact but to no avail. I was so hard I thought my dick would break. It was driving me crazy. Then the hands were gone and all I felt upon me was the caress of the gentle breeze once more. Increasing rustles like someone making their way through thick vegetation and then a voice. "Blimey, " the voice suddenly cried. "They've done it again!" I tried to call out in response but I couldn't open my mouth now. "I thought you said the scarecrow would scare them off? Instead they've made him the centre-piece of their crazy crop circle." "Well I didn't know for sure, did I?" Was that Anthony's voice? "Let's take the scarecrow down then. He gives me the willies." I felt hands upon my feet once more removing the tethers around my ankles and wrists. Was I the scarecrow they were talking about? Still I could not see who my rescuers were, even though I was pretty certain that one of the voices belonged to Anthony. I reached up to remove the covering upon my eyes, but there was none. My eyes were sewn shut and I could not open them. I wanted to scream but my lips were sewn closed as well. I fell back into what obviously was the edge of the crop circle. Was that corn I felt? I had become a human scarecrow in the middle of this unknown cornfield in England. It can't be true. A buzzing sound filled my ears like the swarm of bees, then a blinding light engulfed the area and I was snow-blind by its intensity and the cornfield was no more. My body felt like it was floating. As the light dimmed, I found no longer in the middle of a crop circle, but in an empty room where everything was white. I was lying on my back on what felt like a table with a thin membrane sheet covering my body and immobilising me to the table. My eyes and mouth were free of the sewing that had held them bound seconds ago. I could see that I was still naked beneath the membrane and it felt like my hard cock threatened to pierce it though I could not move my head to look down my body. I felt like there was a magnetic field keeping me pinned to the table. Lying prone on my back, I had to rely on my peripheral vision and other senses to try to guess what was going on around me. A lone figure then moved into my limited vision as I could barely move my head from side to side. My eyes hadn't adjusted enough to pick out detail but the silhouette seemed reassuring somehow. He moved to the end of the table and outside my field of vision. I felt the warm wet sensation engulf the little toe of my foot. It was difficult to tell just what it was. It was a seductive sensation that traced around the toe itself before twirling around it and moving to the toe beside it. I had never felt anyone suck my toes before and the feeling was far more erotic and electrifying than I could possibly imagine. My hips thrust forward breaking slightly the field that held me pinned to the table. As the mouth worked its way over one foot and then the other, my thrusting pelvis urged the mouth to bring its vacuum over my throbbing member. A final thrust had torn a hole in the membrane, freeing it from its confinement. "You broke it. You shouldn't have done that." Came a voice from my side. "Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing to me?" I asked hesitantly. "We have abducted you on our flying saucer and we are examining you. But you aren't supposed to break the seal like that. That's not part of the game." Game? Suddenly the voice moved into my peripheral vision. I recognised the form as Martin, Danny's brother. No, wait. The voice wasn't the same. Was this Barry, Martin's twin? No, it can't be. Barry had died four years ago. This guy looked the same as Marty did today, except he didn't sound the same. Talk about invasion of the body snatchers. "Now you just stay still while we finish out examination." Said the Barry clone reaching up and closing my eyes that I could no longer move again. Once more I had to rely on my tactile senses, which were telling me that someone was working on the little finger of my hand on the side where I had last seen Barry. Over the fingernail passed the first knuckle and then the second until the finger was all the way in the mouth. He sucked on it like a baby on a teat before working his way back up the finger and then on to the next one until he reached the thumb. Unconsciously I spread my fingers wide to give the hungry mouth more access. Throughout all this my boner pulsed with the need to shoot a load that was building in my balls. Never had I been so erotically aroused without once touching my hardon and balls. As if reading my thoughts, someone began licking at my balls. A tongue twirled around one ball and then the other, before returning once more to the first orb. It was the toe-licker that I had forgotten about, unless someone else had come in here unnoticed. I was practically on overload by the raw sensations centred at my hand and on my balls. My juices were building rapidly as precum splashed around the head of my throbbing dick, like the popping of a champagne bottle. Instinctively my hips bucked aimlessly in an attempt to encourage the mystery mouth to move over to the head of my dick. I desperately wanted it to draw my length into that warm, tight, sucking mouth that was bringing me closer to the brink of shooting the biggest load I had ever shot in my entire life. Meanwhile, the other mouth continued sucking at my fingers. The foreplay on my hand was like each of my fingers had a load to give and the sucker was determined to bring me off. My fingers felt wet with saliva as if they were leaking precum of their own under this sexual assault. The pliant tongue moved off my fingers to wards the centre and massaged all around my upturned palm with its sensual tip. "I think he wants you to blow him, Martin." Said Barry looking down at his brother sucking away on my balls and pubes. "If you beg Martin, he'll bring you off." At this moment I would have done anything for them, so great was my need to get off. For despite being able to move my hands a little, my arms stayed firmly by my sides like lead bars, preventing me from giving myself the desired relief I craved. "Please Marty, I've got to shoot it mate. I have to pop that load. Suck my cock. Oh please, I'll suck on yours if you help me out." I cannot believe I even said that. Here I was begging to suck off Danny's brother while his twin watched? I couldn't help myself; I was overcome by lust and was willing to do anything as long as I got to orgasm and release this built up load. "Oooh, he said he'd do anything, Martin." Said Barry. I didn't like his tone. "Well, almost anything." I said tentatively. There was a scurrying of movement, then a shadow passed over me as I felt something press either side of my head. Whatever it was had a sense of warmth to it, like my head being caught in a heated vice. It pressed against my ears and I felt a weight descend over my chin, neck, and upper body. Under other circumstances I may have panicked, but the moment I felt something warm and rubbery strike my nose and mouth, I was on safe turf. This wasn't the first time I'd played in the dark and I knew the feeling of someone straddling my face and tempting me with his hard morsel of dick. The feeling of hard cock slapping me in the face and the masculine smell that filled my nostrils brought on a new euphoria. I could feel the satin softness of a ball-sack on my chin. If only I could see the pleasure I was about to bring to its owner. Once more my thoughts appeared to take on reality as a veil appeared to lift from my eyes, returning my sight once more. Barry was sitting astride my head, his cock waving bare inches from my face. My head was also free of the confining field that held it in place, allowing me to bend forward so that my lips could come into contact with the head of Barry's uncut cock. This boy was no stranger to feeling a pair of lips around his throbbing member. Moans of pleasure escaped his mouth as I touched my tongue to the tip of his cock and moved it around the head several times. The look on his face told me he liked what I was doing. From the head, I licked around the shaft and then up along it until I came in contact with his pubes and then back again to find the piss slit. From here I put a liplock on the bottom of the head and gently sucked on it, before slowly inhaling my way up the shaft until I was again buried in his pubic bush. Barry's cock lay deep in my throat massaged by the muscles of my swallowing. I could feel it throbbing and bucking under my oral pleasures as Barry began to push in and slide out over and over again. His hips picked up a rhythm until he was masturbating his member with my mouth. I almost gagged when I felt a hot wet mouth sliding down over my own cock that was throbbing with desire. All the way up my phallus it went, until I could feel a nose buried in my pubic hair and my cock lodged in this throat. Complimenting the fucking rhythm of the dick in my face, I began to force-feed my dick into the mouth of my other captor. Faster we built up this rhythmn until we were like a single well oiled machine with pistons pumping in and out in unison. Pistons that were about to blow their gaskets. Barry went over the edge as I felt his throbber expand and then shoot its first load deep down my throat. Pulling out the second and third shots flooded my mouth in its nectar, while the forth, fifth and sixth shots streamed out over my face. It was enough to take me to Nirvana. My body tensed, my pelvis shot forth and popped my nut, letting loose a stream of delicious hot cum into the throat of the human sucker siphoning me off. Barry got off me and I could see Martin licking up the cum that had escaped his lips. Then we went down to my balls again, licking up the residue that had spilt there. The sensation of a tongue on my balls now felt like hot irons, that sent shivers throughout my body. I went to sit up but was still unable to move my lower body. "Oh stop, Martin, please. I cannot take anymore." "Don't you want to play the game any more?" asked Barry. "Not now. I need to rest. I am totally exhausted." "Then we will let you go for now." With that Martin hopped off me and stepped back. The floor beneath me opened up and I felt the table upon which I was trapped plummeting through the air. We were in a flying saucer and now I was free-falling to my death. "Noooooooooooo…" The ground came up to meet me. A jarring thud sent a tremor through my entire body. I sat up with a start. I was in a darkened room, lying upon a bed. Danno's bed. No one was around and I was on my own. It was a nightmare triggered by the drink and the conversation I had with Anthony. I had not been abducted, it was all a bad dream. I snuggled back into the bed, burying my head in the pillow to hide the spectres of the dream that wafted away into the night air. I could smell Danny on the pillow and I returned to a more peaceful slumber awaiting the return of my brother. Everything was going to be all right. To be continued.... Constructive Comments and suggestions are all welcome and appreciated. Flamers will be ignored - but what are you guys doing here in the first place anyway? Hmmm? All email will be answered.