Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 19:57:10 -0500
From: CreepingDawn <CreepingDawn@protonmail.com>
Subject: Ant King Chapter 6

Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: Ant King
Last Updated: 2/20/17

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Chapter Six

I spent the next week at the O'Donnell residence, fucking Liam every chance
I got. In his bed. In the shower. On the couch. In the back-yard. We
screwed like rabbits, eager and enthusiastic whenever the mood took us. We
also talked and cuddled and smiled and laughed and I was more content then
I had been in a long time.

The sex was fantastic and my original supposition, that my tool was perfect
for boy fucking, proved prophetic. Liam rode it enthusiastically and I
discovered that fucking him in the missionary position, with the boy flat
on his back and our tongues intertwined, was an almost surefire way to
pummel his prostate into inducing hard anal orgasms in the boy. He squealed
while I fucked him and the frequency of our couplings allowed me to perfect
my techniques. Within a few days, I could fuck the boy to three or four
full-body mind-blowing earth-shattering boygasms before my own climax
seized me. It was wonderful, watching little Liam convulsing in pleasure
underneath me as he lost his mind to the pleasure I could force upon him.

But all good things have to come to a close. It is an adage of life born
from personal experience.

Liam had to go back his homeschooling, of course, and had acting
obligations that tended to force him out of the house. I myself was getting
a bit restless, my heart calling me back to Wyoming. Sure, I liked Liam. I
liked him a lot. Hell, I'd even say I loved him. He was sweet and funny and
sharp as a tack. Mature, too, with thoughts and opinions that I found
intriguing and wanted to explore. But it was clear that, while he liked me,
I was not going to be his destined romantic partner unless I forced him
into it. Truth was, I liked him too much to do that.

So I left. Eight days after knocking on his door, I found myself driving
out of Los Angeles and heading east. Liam was sad to see me go but I
instructed him to go back to his normal life, allowing him to remember and
cherish our time together while not allowing that time to define who he was
as a person. Indeed, as I left town, I reached out into his mind only to
discover the boy was furiously masturbating in the shower to thoughts of
one of the female guest-stars on his show.

My time with Liam did help me get over my concerns about the philosophical
and moral implications of my actions, though. There was something about a
hot piece of boy-ass that grounded me in the real and allowed me to let go
of those airy and ephemeral objections.

I stayed in Phoenix that first night, booking a room in a nice hotel in the
heart of the city. I had gone out for dinner around seven and was delighted
when the waiter seated me right near a good looking family of four. The
boy, a handsome lad, really caught my attention and I knew I wanted him to
entertain me for the evening. Following his father to the bathroom, I
tapped the man as we stood near the mirror and then had him introduce me to
the rest of the family as a college friend. With his parents calling him in
sick the next day, I drove Marc back to my hotel room and we made ourselves
comfortable.

Marc was eleven, sun kissed, and the captain of his middle-school basket
ball team. He was about as different from Liam as one could possibly
be. Tall where Liam was short. Broad where Liam was thin. Young and
innocent where Liam had been a fourteen-year-old horndog. Different but no
less wonderful. Marc had played ball that evening and had not yet showered
but I didn't mind. Stripping the boy and licking him all over, I reveled in
his boy funk which was fresh and ripe and intoxicating.

After sucking him to a shuddering dry cum, I rimmed the boy's sweet pink
ass for nearly half an hour before I lubed up and entered him, fucking the
young stud hard. He rode me like a champ, experiencing two powerful
boygasms before I unleashed my load inside him and we both collapsed. We
showered, cuddled, and were asleep by midnight. I dropped the boy off at
his home the next morning, all memories of the previous night gone and his
life his own. Knowing the boy was straight as an arrow, I silently wished
him luck.

The following night was spent in an Albuquerque hotel. As I was entering my
room, the door down the hall opened and a mother with her three kids
exited, the three youngsters dressed in swimwear and the mother clearly
taking them to the indoor pool. The youngest and oldest were boys and, as
the four passed, I reached out with catlike reflexes and touched each of
them. The mother and daughter went to the pool. Skyler and Dylan followed
me into my room for the night.

Dylan was a little cutie at nine. Small and totally immature, his thirteen
year old brother Styler dwarfed him both in stature and in physical
development. The family was on it's way to visit a great aunt in LA and
were supposed to set off early the next morning. With that in mind, I
decided to keep the night short and sweet. The three of us showered and had
great fun soaping each other's bodies up before I took each of the boy's
hard tools into my mouth and gave them the best blowjobs of their young
lives. It was Dylan's first climax. It was Skyler's first climax with
another person.

I ended up jerking off in bed a short time later as I watched the boys play
with themselves, my own orgasm totally satisfying. After some post-sex
cuddling, I walked my little guests back to their room and wished them both
a good night and a safe trip.

Cheyenne was within driving distance from Albuquerque and I was excited to
get home. I had, after all, just spent several weeks traveling around the
country and I was looking forward to relaxing in my childhood home, hanging
out with some of my old friends, and generally taking a break. I was also
eager to see my family, especially my kid brothers.

So I drove, feeling wonderful as the miles passed and the countryside
invigorated me. I stopped for lunch in Denver, the sunshine and the fresh
air perfect. I contemplated spending the night in the city but chose not
to. Cheyenne was only a few hours north.

..........

"Hello?" my mother asked when she heard the front door shut behind me.

"It's me," I called out to her, grinning and eager to see everyone. It was
dinner time and the house smelled like chicken parmesan.

"Michael?" my dad asked as I waltzed into the dinning room, my youngest
brother already bounding out of his seats to rush me.

"Mike's home!" shouted Patrick, his high soprano filled with excitement at
seeing the super-cool older brother he worshiped.

"Hey Dad." I said as the ten year old hit me like a linebacker, wrapping me
in a huge hug. I hugged him back, my fingers touching the back of his next
as I made him my drone. "Hey Pete," I said, nodding to my thirteen year old
brother.

"Sup Mike. You home from college?" I nodded, having not yet informed the
family that I had dropped out. Mom would be fine (she was my drone, after
all) but Dad was not going to take it well. That is, he wouldn't have taken
it well had things been normal. As it stood, I walked around the table,
giving a quick fist bump to Peter and a manly hug to my now standing
father. In the span of about sex seconds, the entire family was part of my
colony. Being a college drop-out no longer was an issue.

Dinner was fantastic. My mother makes an awesome chicken parm and I ate
like there was no tomorrow. I chatted with the family, sending mental
orders to each of them to avoid asking me many questions. Instead, I had my
brothers fill me in on school and my Dad on his work. We laughed and joked,
ending the dinner with some lemon meringue pie (store bought, but still
tasty). I went to bed early, tired from the trip, and it felt so good to
just sleep in my own bed.

The next few weeks were all about me. I relaxed like it was my job, ate
home cooked meals, played video games, and generally woke up at noon every
day. It was heaven. I also made sure to use my new found wealth (thanks
Lester!) to chip in around the house, handing several thousand dollars to
my parents to cover some of their debts and getting each of them a few
special gifts that I knew they wanted but that they refused to purchase
because the luxury items were too expensive. New watch for Dad. New dining
set for Mom. New laptop for Dad. New purse for Mom. You get the idea?

I also bought a bunch of new stuff for my brothers. I adored Peter and
Patrick. Always have and always will. I guess it was because I was five
years older than Peter and nine years older than Patrick and thus never
developed any sort of sibling rivalry with either of them. Sure, both had
bugged me some when I was a young teen but they both looked up to me and
practically worshiped the ground I walked on so their small annoyances
never really got on my nerves. I had a great time buying them gifts, taking
them shopping, and treating them like princes. Lester's cards really got a
workout during those first few weeks.

I did reach out to some of my buddies, though, and we had a few poker and
movie nights. It was fun and I enjoyed hanging out with them. Most of my
buddies had stayed in town and skipped college so I always seemed to have
people I could go out with if I wanted to. I did go out, some, but not as
much a one might expect. In fact and truth be told, I rarely left the
neighborhood unless I was taking Pete or Pat somewhere or running an errand
for my folks. Having lived in a dorm, I discovered that I was, deep down, a
homebody who enjoyed being in my own space.

There was one place I went to daily, though: Chester White's house. Chester
lived down the street and was an athletic fifteen year old who played
cornerback for my old high school. He as decent looking, all things
considered, but not someone I would have gone out of my way to seek out as
he was a tad bit older than my boy-preference. In fact, I probably wouldn't
have even noticed him if not for his next door neighbor, ten year old Lyle
Fasbaum.

.........

Lyle and my brother Patrick were buddies and had been buddies most of their
lives. They played together regularly and I had spent my teenage years
watching Pat and Lyle traipse through our house playing knights and ninjas
and army. Lyle was a sweet kid, with a big smile and a curly mop of brown
hair. While not the cutest kid I'd ever seen, the boy had a certain charm
about him which made you like him right away.

I'd been home for less than two days when Lyle and Patrick came tearing
through the house, running past me without slowing and practically leaping
up the stairs. Curious, I followed and found myself standing in Patrick's
doorway as the two youngsters panted for breath. "Did he follow us?" Pat
said, looking at me for the first time.

"Who?" I responded.

"Chester," answered Lyle, shrugging and giving me a look as if I should
already know what was going on. "He said he was going to beat me up so me
and Pat ran here as fast as we could. He was right behind us."

Now I knew Chester. I knew he was in high school. What I didn't know was
why he had threatened to beat up a ten year old. So I asked Lyle.

"I don't know. He's really mean. He always gives me mean looks and I just
know he wants to punch me. I didn't do anything to him but he always says
he's gonna kill me." The boy said, convincingly. I was beginning to get
mad.

Grasping Lyle by the shoulder (and making him my drone), I ordered Pat to
stay put while Lyle and I marched downstairs and out onto the
sidewalk. Within a few moments, we were standing in front of Chester's
house. I rang the doorbell.

Now, I could have used my new connection with Lyle to extract all the
details but I didn't. I had discovered over the last few weeks, especially
during my time with Liam, that I preferred to interact with my drones more
naturally. Talking and asking question and seeking opinions, while more
clunky than pulling that information out of their minds, tended to ground
me in reality and served to keep me from viewing my drones as less than or
beneath me.

The door swung wide and Chester appeared, wearing only a pair of running
shorts. I had to admit, the boy was a fine specimen. "You!" he said with a
snarl as his eyes tracked to my little companion. "I can't believe you
would..."

I reached out and stopped him by placing my hand on his arm. "Let's step
inside, shall we Chester?" I said, causally brushing past him and into a
well decorated home. The two boys followed me as I led them into the living
room and sat down comfortably on the recliner. The two boys sat sat on the
couch, looking at me expectantly. "So Chester, Lyle says you threatened to
beat him up. Is that true?"

"Yes." the fifteen year old said, looking chagrined.

"And he said you said you were going to kill him. Did you say that?"

"I did. But... see... he..."

"I don't want to hear your excuse." He stopped. "Lyle is my brother's buddy
and I don't really like people threatening him. So you are going to stop,
understood?"

"I understand." He looked downcast but I didn't really care.

"Lyle, I'm going to punish Chester for his behavior. What do you want him
to do? Be your body guard? Take you to the movies? Give you his christmas
money? What?"

"I want him to give me a blow job!" Lyle said excitedly.

My jaw dropped. See, I hadn't been thinking about sex at all when the two
of us came over here. I had just planned on making this stop and
humiliating Chester a bit for his behavior (though, whether you can
humiliate a drone is a bit up for debate - I wasn't really thinking about
that though). But a blowjob? I had no idea how Lyle even knew what a
blowjob was. That said, the little horndog now had my mind racing down a
totally different path.

"A blowjob it is. Chester. How about you make Lyle feel good?" Chester
nodded and slunk to the floor, sliding over until he was in front of
Lyle. The younger boy giggled in triumph, taking off his shirt while Lyle
removed the boy's shoes. Then, the two of them slipped Lyle's shorts and
underpants down before Chester, seizing them at Lyle's ankles, removed them
completely and tossed them aside. I began to get hard, watching them. I had
jerked off plenty of times in the past while thinking about Lyle so the
scene before me was really turning me on. Little Lyle, clad only in batman
socks, wriggling and giggling on the couch as the fifteen year old, himself
only in running shorts, leaned in and began to suckle at Lyle's hard little
member. The boy groaned. I did as well.

Dropping my own shorts, I began to stroke myself while I watched. "Lick his
balls, Chester" I said a moment later. He did, lapping at Lyle's hairless
orbs while the boy, somewhat ticklish, squirmed. "Now rim him," I said and
Chester responded, grabbing Lyle behind the knees and lifting them up to
the boy's ears, exposing a pink puckered asshole for a moment before the
view was blocked by an eager tongue. Lyle loved this and I jerked off for
several minutes as the older boy slurped and probed the younger boy's
asshole. "Now blow him. Make him cum!" I demanded and Chester let go of
Lyle's legs, engulfing the twitching boycock and sucking vigorously. Lyle,
who had been close, lost it.

"AH! YEAH! AHH!" He cried as his body thrashed. I almost came as I watched
it but held back slightly, waiting for the spasming boy to finish before I
got up, walked over, and shoved my cock into Chester's waiting mouth. He
bobbed once, twice, three times on my pole before I climaxed, filling his
mouth with my seed and groaning as I stared lustily at the panting naked
ten year old right next to me.

I collapsed back onto the recliner and gave a mental order to Chester to
get up and get us some bottles of water. Noticing his shorts were tented
obscenely, I also ordered him to drop them to the floor before going into
the kitchen. He did and I was impressed. While he was fifteen, which was
just slightly older than what I liked, the teen was well muscled, handsome,
and had a nice cock with an obviously trimmed bush and, surprisingly,
hairless balls.

"So what did you think?" I asked Lyle as Chester headed into the kitchen.

"Oh Mike. That was the best! I've wanted that forever." I grinned, probing
the boys mind a bit and realizing that, yes, he had a huge crush on Chester
and was going to grow up to be gay. I smiled as Chester retuned.

"So Chester, why was it you were so mean to poor Lyle?" I said, making
conversation. The teen handed both me and Lyle a cold bottle of water
before sitting back down on the couch, naked, and cracking open his own
water.

"Well, I actually like the little squirt but he has kinda ruined my plans
for the summer. I guess I was taking out my frustration on him."

"How's that?" I asked curiously. It was already the middle of April and
summer vacation for the schools was going to start in a couple of weeks.

"Well, my girlfriend or, I guess ex-girlfriend now, and I had lots of plans
this summer. Her folks own a beach house and we were going to go there for,
like, three weeks and just chill. You know? And I had looked forward to
just a relaxing vacation; doing what I wanted when I wanted. But Lyle's
parents, who were friends with my parents from college, are going on a
summer-long European vacation and were talking about it with my folks and
my folks offered to take care of Lyle for the summer instead of him having
to go stay with his grandmother in Oklahoma. Then they told me I had to be
the one to babysit him during the day because they both work. So I had to
cancel all my plans and my girlfriend broke up with me for having to bail
on her." He looked kinda pitiful as he finished. "I'm sorry Lyle. I
shouldn't have been mean to you. It wasn't your fault."

"That sucks." I said and Lyle nodded.

"Yeah," said Chester. "The best part of the summer was going to be how much
pussy I got. I was going to get laid, like, every day." He sighed.

I smirked. "Well, I think I have a solution for you." And with that, I
outlined the story for the summer before implanting it in both their minds.

Some hours later, I found myself enjoying a nice chicken dinner with the
Fasbaums and the Whites, whom I had made into my drones as they each got to
the house. We looked fondly toward the living room.

"OH! FUCK! UGH! YEAH! YEAH! AH! CHESTER! AH! YEAH!" squealed Lyle as he lay
there on the floor, flat on his back, while the big teen fucked him hard
and fast. His chanting was cut off suddenly as Chester leaned down and
shoved his tongue in the boy's mouth, their passionate kissing melding with
the rhythmic slap slap slap of the coupling. I smiled as I watched. They
had been going at it like animals all afternoon.

"So, as you can see, Lyle is in good hands," I said to the four adults
sitting at the kitchen table and watching as Lyle began to shudder through
another powerful dry cum. "Mr. and Mrs. Fasbaum, you can go to Europe and
enjoy yourselves. Mr. and Mrs. White, you are going to let Lyle stay with
you for the summer but will ignore any sexual activity that either of the
boy's might be engaged in. Its a win-win situation, right?" The four nodded
and smiled as Chester let out a long moan and climaxed again inside his
little summer lover.

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

Summer break eventually started and I spend an enjoyable couple of months
relaxing. As I said previously, I went to Chester White's house practically
every evening to get my rocks off; either in Chester's ass (which was tight
and very enjoyable) or in Lyle's mouth. I didn't fuck Lyle, though, because
that was Chester's territory and I respected his claim. I didn't need too,
of course, but I wanted to be civil. It was always fun walking into that
house, though, because it seemed like Chester and Lyle were fucking from
morning to night. I swear, those two were like rabbits and, considering
Chester didn't have a job and both boys basically stayed home all day, they
may very well have been fucking from morning to night!

You may assume I spent the summer running around Cheyenne, using my powers
on every good looking boy and filling my day with boy sex. You'd be
wrong. My evening visits to Chester's house were pretty satisfying and,
truth be told, I was often more interested in playing video games or
watching movies or sleeping until noon than I was in finding new sexual
partners. When I tell my story to friends, they are always shocked that I
wasn't prowling for ass 24/7 but that is, quite frankly, unrealistic. Now,
that's not to say that my only sexual outlet during that summer was
Chester's house.

Nearby was a middle school that was being used for much of the town's
summer school programs. Early in the summer, I made sure to go over and
make every person there a drone so I could come and go as I pleased. Then,
when I wanted a bit of fun, I'd walk over and wander through classrooms
until I found a desirable boy before bringing him back to the teachers
lounge and getting busy. I popped a dozen or so cherries in that lounge;
the best school experience of my life.

My other go-to that summer was the swim club several streets over. It was a
big facility and had several youth swim teams that practiced during the
day. Like the middle school, summer had only just started when I went over
and made everyone there my drone. Then I'd just wander in, grab a good
looking boy, take him to the locker room, and have some fun. Again, lots of
cherries were popped to the smell of chlorine.

So between the school, the swim club, and Chester's house, I had plenty to
keep me sexually fulfilled during that summer. Then July turned to August
and life took a radical departure in a direction I had not, in any way,
foreseen.