Date: Mon, 05 Jun 2017 18:39:55 -0400
From: CreepingDawn <CreepingDawn@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ant King Chapter 10

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illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
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a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: Ant King

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Chapter 10

Jonathan, my little traveler, shook Senator Jill DeWitt's hand at 8:42am as
she boarded the plane to Atlanta which, coincidently, was almost the exact
moment our buses pulled up to the United States Capitol so we could begin
our guided tour of the legislative building. It was a moment of divine
providence, I thought humorously. The universe giving me a nod of
approval. Sending a few mental commands to my new and powerful drone, I had
my little team hang back by the buses as we watched the remaining students
and adults filter into the massive building before us. Only a few moments
later, a breathless young man in a suit came running up to us and nodded
his head.

"Are you Mr. Valence?" he said, trying to catch his breath.

"I am! Are you from Senator DeWitt's office?" I responded, reaching out for
a handshake.

He was. His name was Darrell and he was a very junior twenty-two year old
legislative staffer for the Senator who had been told only a minute earlier
by Sandra Collins, the Senator's chief of staff, to run over to the Capitol
and look for me. I smiled at him and he escorted the sixteen of us half a
block to the Senate Office building where I suspected we would be spending
the remainder of our day.

By 9:15am, my little group stood in the entry way of the Senator's large
office and I stood shaking hands with Ms. Collins, a lovely women who
initially was surprised that her boss had called her and told her to bring
me and the boys to the office but who nonetheless followed orders like a
good staff member. Once under my control, it was easy to have Ms. Collins
walk me around the office and introduce me to the Senator's team one by
one.

Then we got to work. The Senator's office suite was a large and well
decorated group of rooms, with the Senator's own private office and a
relatively good sized conference room in the back. My boys and several of
the staff members cleared much of the clutter from those two rooms as we
prepared them for the day. Once done, I had my boys strip down and service
the male staff members. Eight of the fifteen boys were Honeypots (the ninth
Honeypot and sixteenth boy being Jonathan, who was currently bouncing up
and down on a flight attendant's eager dick) so the remaining boys used
their mouths to get the men excited and lubed before those tools eagerly
entered the eight horny backsides of the other boys. The orgy was in full
swing within minutes.

Darrell, the young guy who came to get us, was the first to cum and become
one of my Vassals. Once fully dressed, I instructed him to seek out male
staff members from other offices and find reasons to touch them. While I
took the virginity of one of the eighth grade boys I hadn't yet made into a
honeypot, Darrell went next door to the office of Senator Mark Faress of
Michigan and began creating new drones. A short while later, those men were
in Senator DeWitt's office and conference room fucking my boys to kingdom
come.

The hours rolled on and my colony grew like a sexually deviant
plague. Drones were coming in by the dozens, fucking my boys fast, and
leaving as Vassals to turn others into drone. Rinse. Wash. Repeat. I had
two male Senators by 11:30am. Five by 1pm. Eventually my drones began
contacting friends, colleagues, and allies throughout D.C. and inviting
them over for "business meetings" and "strategy sessions." Staffers from
the House of Representatives arrived and were added to the fold, heading
back to their own offices to gain me more drones. Congressmen started
filtering in around 3pm. By 5pm, I had low level staff from the executive
and judicial branches of government pounding my boys.

I "called" the orgy at 6pm, instructing all the new Vassals within the city
to continue to add to the colony by touching people but to otherwise go
about their normal Friday routine. My fifteen middle-schoolers were pretty
worn out (the remaining boys had been sodomized early in the day by both me
and newly minted Vassals) and each of them had the results of dozens and
dozens of loads leaking out of their satisfied little backsides. On the way
back to the hotel, I picked up Jonathan from the airport and was pleased
that his own little adventure had been a resounding success - hundreds of
Vassals now walked Atlanta, Chicago, and a few other cities to which
passengers had ended up traveling.

It might be prudent at this point to highlight something I have so far
neglected to mention. Namely, the presence of sexually transmitted
diseases. You see, it was on this day that I discovered that my drones
could sense when a potential partner (or another drone) carried an STD and
they knew instinctively not to engage in risky behavior with that
individuals. There were several such drones on the planes. There were
several more in the legislative halls. Those men were added to the colony
by touch in the same way that women and girls were added to the colony but
sex was off limits for them and their diseases were not spread. Kind of
handy, huh? I also discovered that my drones could sense other illnesses,
much like dogs were reportedly able to "sniff out" developing cancer or
heart attacks or whatever, and this unique ability led, as the years
progressed, to various wonderful and miraculous medical
breakthroughs. That, of course, is a different story.

While I left my boys unmolested for the night (in fact, I sent them off to
sleep by 8pm), I myself kept busy. The first order of business was to reach
out to all the men I had made into Vassals today and instruct them to add
every member of their family to the colony and, if they had sons in the
nine to fifteen age range, to go into their boys' rooms and make new
Honeypots. Those that did not have sons went instead to family, friends,
and neighbors homes where they knew a boy in that age range lived, added
everyone in that household to the colony, and then turned that lucky lad
into a Honeypot. Many boys lost their virginity that night in DC, Atlanta,
and Chicago. I watched much of it through the eyes of my drones and loved
every minute of it.

Saturday morning dawned bright and beautiful and I woke up with a renewed
sense of purpose. I was really doing it. I was really enlarging my colony
to encompass the human race. Packing my things, I said goodbye to my little
group of boys and released them back to the tour group - those sixteen
youngsters had been real champs the previous day, and indeed the entire
week, and they deserved to spend the next week with their classmates and
friends as they toured the city without my interference. I also said
goodbye to my brother, promising to see him back in Wyoming soon and
instructing him to enjoy the rest of the trip. Then I moved to the
Bryson-Jefferson hotel in the heart of D.C., a magnificent and outrageously
expensive luxury hotel that would be my base for the next few days.

As I was busy making every employee at the hotel into a drone, I sent out a
series of commands to various Vassals around the country. Namely, they were
supposed to continue to fuck the Honeypot most available to them (in order
to refresh their "Vassalhood" which unfortunately only lasted a day) and
they were to continue touching anyone they could find and adding those
individuals to the colony. When they had the opportunity to add a boy to
the colony, they were to fuck the lad and turn him into another Honeypot. I
sent out more instructions to those male drones who were not Vassals,
ordering them to find the nearest Honeypot and make themselves into
Vassals. It was exponential growth at its finest.

Once settled into the hotel, I sent out another series of commands to my
local drones ordering them to contact me through the mental link if they
were near a particularly attractive boy. Within moments, drones around the
city began to flag my attention and I used the psychic connection to peer
through my drones' eyes at the available eye candy. Selecting boys I wanted
to meet personally, I had them escorted to my hotel room for some fun.

And fun we had. I spend Saturday and Sunday enjoying my new boys, doing a
little sightseeing on my own, and eating at wonderful luxury restaurants. I
saw a movie. I went to a play at the Center for Performing Arts. I relaxed,
letting my colony grow while I generally kept tabs on its progress. I
attended a birthday party for the son of a congressional bureaucrat Sunday
afternoon, fucking the new ten-year-old on the table next to his birthday
cake as the whole party sang "Happy Birthday." The kid had a screaming
dry-cum just as the song finished.

Then Monday came and it was back to business. Because my Vassals had done
such a good job over the weekend, every school in D.C. had at least a
couple of young Honeypots attending it. I had those Honeypots meet up with
each other that morning and fuck themselves silly, allowing these new
juvenile Vassals to go to school and begin making the school age population
of D.C. into drones. My Vassals, many of whom refreshed their powers early
in the morning hours, entered the work force with great enthusiasm and many
of the buildings in the city found their occupants slowly being added to my
colony as Vassals roamed the halls touching those they came in contact
with.

Around lunchtime, a great exodus of newly made drones occurred as dozens
and dozens of middle-school and young high-school boys left their campuses
and headed for office buildings throughout the city. Prepared for their
arrival, Vassals and adult drones met the lads in lobbies before escorting
the children to secluded conference rooms, out of the way offices, and
conveniently available storerooms. There, Vassals claimed the virginity of
those eager lads, making dozens of new Honeypots and allowing nearby male
drones to become Vassals in short order. By 1:30pm, there were over a
hundred boys getting fucked throughout the city as drone after drone became
a Vassal.

Secretary of the Interior, Mr. Robert Shultz, was added to the colony at
2:14pm by one of his staff members who spotted him walking down the hall of
the large government building and tapped him on the arm as they passed one
another. The Secretary changed course, then, leaving the fifth floor and
heading to the third where he slipped down a hallway and into a rarely used
storage room filled with five other men and a twelve-year-old named
Dillon. Dillon, a young public school student who had been added to the
Colony three hours earlier, was loose and eager for the Secretary to fuck
him; having already taken five loads up his horny little bottom since
lunch. The Secretary obliged, pounding Dillion eagerly and depositing a
substantial load in the lad. Then the Secretary left, not even looking back
as Dillon was mounted by one of the other men in the room.

Secretary Shultz hustled to his office, grabbed his briefcase, and left the
building. The distinguished older man then walked at a brisk pace until he
stood in front of the most famous house in America. Passing security
easily, the Secretary began to wander the halls of the White House, shaking
hands as he went and adding staffers, security officers, legislative aids,
and political advisors to my ever growing colony. Then he stood in front of
the President's chief secretary and, after tapping her on the hand with
familiarity, the woman buzzed President Lillian Baxton in the Oval Office
and asked if Secretary Shultz could have 30 seconds of the President's
time.

I did a little jig when Shultz's hand met Baxton's and the President of the
United States of America became my drone. A well respected and particularly
popular woman, Baxton had won the White House a couple of years earlier and
had garnered a reputation for being no-nonsense, thoughtful, and
clever. The two spoke for a moment about nothing in particular before
Baxton called her husband, First Gentleman Andrew Baxton, in from the
Residence and the man soon found himself standing with his wife and
Shultz. The two men shook hands and I welcomed the First Gentleman into the
colony.

I ate a big steak dinner that night.

Andrew called me on his cell phone the next morning, telling "Cousin Mike"
that he was excited to see me and that my name had already been given to
the security at the front gate. I waltzed into the White House at 9am,
meeting "Cousin Andrew" in the reception hall with smiles, handshakes, and
hugs. Then he escorted me to the Oval Office where I was introduced to his
wife, the most powerful person in the world and a woman for whom I had a
great deal of respect. It was a bit overwhelming, actually, and I was
impressed despite myself.

Then Andrew took me to the Residence and I met Johnny, C.J., and Austin;
home for the day at their fathers direction and told that they were going
to meet his favorite cousin. The President's boys were thirteen, eleven,
and nine respectively and were cute. Not the cutest I'd ever seen but I was
certainly looking forward to breaking them in. Having already learned from
Andrew and Lillian that the Residence was not monitored and that no prying
eyes would be watching, the three boys and I went into their parents room,
stripped down, and had some fun.

I fucked Johnny first, the thirteen-year-old already several years into
puberty but still very boyish. With a small tuft of pubic hair, long gangly
limbs, big feet, and a solid five inch cock, the boy was fun to ride and I
took him in the missionary position as his siblings fiddled with themselves
and watched. My decision to breed him while he was on his back was
deliberate as it gave me the best angle to vigorously pound Johnny's
swollen teenage button. Fifteen minutes later, the boy gave a cry of
delight and his hard cock erupted several thick blasts of cum between us as
I unloaded my balls deep inside of him.

Escorting Johnny to his room, I dressed quickly before having Andrew summon
some of the male staff members to the Residence. After a round of
introductory handshakes, I sent the six men into Johnny's room to become
Vassals. I checked in a few minutes later and was delighted to see a butler
fucking the boy, a cook getting his dick sucked by the teen, and a doorman
underneath the boy busily lapping at the still stiff teenage pole.

I fucked C.J. next, the thin wiry eleven-year-old completely smooth but
sporting a healthy five-inch cock and balls that hung large and
loose. Puberty had apparently decided to focus on his cock and balls first
and I spent the first few minutes of our engagement suckling eagerly at
that hard shaft and silky coin purse. He enjoyed the oral foreplay quite a
bit but it was the rimming that I gave his hairless hole that really got
him moaning and groaning. Sitting back in a fancy looking chair, I had the
boy sit down on my pole while we made out and he rode me to a powerful
boygasm. My own load followed a few moments after.

I again summoned Andrew and instructed him to bring some of the security
people up to the Residence. Dressing quickly, I met each of the men as they
entered and shook another half dozen hands, sending each man into C.J.'s
room and letting them have their way with the eager pre-teen. I made a
sandwich in the kitchen, drank a glass of water, checked my phone, and
generally relaxed for a few minutes as I listed to the grunts, groans, and
squeal emanating from two of the Baxton boys' rooms.

By the time I was ready for round three, each of the older boys had been
bred by some of their new suitors and those Vassals had quietly slipped out
of the residence, heading out into the grounds to find more men to add to
the colony. I saw three men arrive as I slipped back into the Baxton master
suite and winked at them as they entered the fray. I myself took some time
to make sweet sweet love to little Austin, the small boy years from puberty
but eager for fun. We licked. We suckled. We nibbled. We stroked and kissed
and tickled. Then I had the boy give his father a loving blowjob as I
rhythmically sodomized the lad, forcing the boy to enjoy two hard anal
boygasms before I unloaded deep inside ass.

Andrew, on the cusp of his own orgasm, groaned with unmitigated lust as I
spun the boy around so that Austin's flushed head was in my lap, grasped
his little legs, and lifted them so his red and winking no-longer-virginal
shitter stared enticingly at his father. Andrew waisted no time, mounting
his son and fucking the boy hard and fast until he roared in climax and his
seed mixed with mine. The First Gentleman was now a Vassal and I had many
tasks for him to undertake.

..............

The next few months were a whirlwind of activity. Making the White House
Residence my base of activity, every major male player in D.C. found
himself "invited" by the President to the Oval Office for a short meeting
with her and the First Gentleman before they were escort to the residence
and introduced to one of the Baxton
boys. Senators. Congressmen. Judges. Cabinet members. Department
heads. Anyone with any authority and a cock got a visit. We also began
inviting state governors and lieutenant governors to visit and those men
rapidly found themselves heading back to their homes states as my
Vassals. Many of them brought their families along and quite a few sons
went home as Honeypots. Foreign ambassadors were also seen wandering the
halls with their families, discovering after the meeting with the President
that they and their sons had to fly back to their home country on
"important" business.

Schoolboys around D.C. found themselves flying to every major city in the
United States, with plane after plane acting as my vanguard while the boys,
Honeypot/Vassals all, brought every man and boy onboard into the
colony. Hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands joined the colony
in Atlanta, Chicago, New York, Boston, Miami, Dallas, Los Angeles, Seattle,
Denver, and Minneapolis. Small cities were not immune, though, as my
Vassals and Honeypots began traveling far and wide to enlarge the
colony. They would knock on doors. They would walk into schools. They would
wander into the most visible office building. They would search the malls.

Millions of people joined the colony. Then tens of millions. Vassals and
Honeypots went to London, Paris, Cape-town, Rio, Beijing, Tokyo, New Delhi,
and Rome where they began spreading the colony, spreading rapidly outward
across the continents until one, then two, then three billion people were
my drones.

I moved back to Cheyenne to be near my family but, on my orders, several
major cities began connecting small flights to my hometown and I began
instructing the most beautiful boys to fly to my newly built mansion to be
personally turned into Honeypots by me. I bred the most stunning asian
youngsters, gorgeous ebony skinned africans, lily-white europeans, caramel
cream latinos, and All-American boy-next-door types. Some were famous
models or the sons of powerful and influential people. Many were unknown
but more delicious than any media company could dream up.

A year after I had gained my powers, the last few people, scientists in
antarctica, joined the colony. Then I began to reshape the world.