Date: Mon, 23 May 2005 08:19:06 -0500 From: Justin Davis Subject: Boy World 08 by Justin Davis (M/t/b, mast, oral, anal, Sci Fi, Fan) The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving older males and younger males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to Justin0398@gmail.com Boy World By Justin Davis Chapter Eight "Shit!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed as he watched the screen of the Tele-Viewer upon which the images of Mark Davis and Adnon filled the screen. Mark had just demanded that Adnon suck his cock again and this time the results had been dramatically different. "Okay, sure!" Adnon had said, and dropped to his knees. Now, as Jacob Nichols watched, Adnon was slobbering all over Mark's huge tube and taking the thrusts down is throat with relative ease. "Take it all! Down your throat with all of it!" Mark exclaimed, and buried his pubes in Adnon's nose. Yet, this time, there was no gagging and coughing and choking and tears. Adnon was swallowing the whole thing; his throat distending with each thrust as the long, fat, tube fucked his face. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" Mark exclaimed, pulling his cock out of Adnon's mouth, disappointed that he wasn't protesting and carrying on. "Nothing, sir! You want to fuck me now? I know you like it. You can put it all in my butt now if you want," Adnon replied. "What the fuck is going on here!" Mark exclaimed in response. "Oh dear! Oh dear!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed, and cut off the Tele-Viewer and swiftly headed toward the door of his office. "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis. There are some technical problems beyond our control right now. I'll be happy to set you up with any real boy of your choosing," Gerald said and hour later as he talked with a very angry Mark Davis. "Look, I've had it with you people! I want on the next flight out of here," Mark Davis responded. "I'm sorry, Mr. Davis, all flights in or out of Boy World are on hold for right now," Gerald replied. "What!" "Like I said, sir. There are some technical problems that could be dangerous that we must take care of first. As soon as we feel that everything is safe I promise you you will be on the first flight out with a full refund. "This is crazy!" Mark exclaimed. "I assure you, Mr. Davis, we have the best interest and safety of our customers at heart. So, for now, if you would just confine yourself to your bungalow and if you should desire a boy just let me know. I will quickly send you one." "Did you tell him about the guard?" Mr. Chang asked Gerald some minutes later as the two of them sat in Mr. Chang's office. "No, I figure he'll discover that soon enough. I think we can pacify the other guests until we get things under control, although there will be those, like Derrick Adams for example, that are terribly distraught right now." "What did you tell him?" "That during Sean's routine physical it was discovered he had a problem that required him to be kept in the clinic under observation. The same story that we told the four others that were involved with just one Protodroid for the rest of their stay. As for the other guests that are not emotionally attached there shouldn't be a problem. Jacob thinks they can pull the Protodroids out of service a few at a time and check them out." "I see. Well-------" Just then, the chimes on the Tele-Viewer rang interrupting Mr. Chang. "Yes?" Mr. Chang said, as he answered the call and the face of Jacob Nichols filled the screen. "Mr. Chang. You need to get over here right away!" Jacob said, a very disturbed look on his face. "What's wrong?" "You'll see when you get here. Please hurry!" Jacob replied. "I'll be right over!" Mr. Chang said, and turned off the viewer. "Holy fuck!" Gerald exclaimed as he and Mr. Chang stood looking at the naked Protodroid with a huge hole in its stomach area where the laser pistol had left its mark. "What the hell happened?" Mr. Chang asked, staring at the Protodroid who lay on the floor with a steel pipe in his hand. "He went crazy when we tried to touch him so he could be shut down. My assistant, Mark, is at the clinic now getting stitches in his head. I had no choice but to shoot him. As you know, the Bryan Series is very strong," Jacob Nichols replied, which of course was indeed true. Designed for those who liked their males beefed up, the Bryan Series was a muscle lover's dream. Six feet three-inches tall, with ripped abs, huge biceps, muscular thighs, broad chest, and huge cock and balls, the series had been a delight for those who wished to be dominated and forced into sexual submission. "You are fucking telling me he refused to be shut down?" Mr. Chang asked. "Yes. I suspect we have just seen the beginning of our troubles, Mr. Chang. Already the technicians had to subdue another one just moments ago in order to put it out of commission. Fortunately, it was one of the Jason series, which as you know is the little boy favorite of many of our guests." "Damn!" "And that's not all. We're having trouble locating some of the droids." "What do you mean?" "I mean, Mr. Chang, that at least twenty of them are missing, maybe more." "Missing?" "Yes sir! Gone! We can't find them anywhere on the island." "But what about the internal tracer beacons?" "Deactivated." "Holy shit!" "Professor Nichols! Professor Nichols!" Robert, one of the young technicians exclaimed as he ran into the office breathing heavily. "What is it, Robert?" Jacob Nichols asked. "Security just called. About ten of the larger Protodroids just subdued two of the Security Staff guarding the storage area and took their weapons and headed toward the Floater docks. "Holy crap! It's got to be some of the ones we're missing. Did they say which ones got out of storage?" "Most were either the Bryan Series or the Richard Series, the bigger Protodroids. One wasn't." "What series was it?" "The guards didn't know. They hadn't seen one like it before. Young looking, dark hair, green eyes, muscular build-------" "Adnon!" Jacob Nichols exclaimed, interrupting the technician. "I thought you had him in for examination and deactivation," Mr. Chang said. "He was in a special area in the storage building. There was no rush. He's the only one of his kind." Jacob Nichols replied. "Jacob, get hold of Security! I want all of them to head toward the Floater docks as fast as they can! If the guards have to, tell them to blast any of the Protodroids that resist! Gerald, I want all island packages canceled as of now! I want every guest, every boy, and every droid that might remain pulled off the smaller islands. I'll contact headquarters and arrange for special flights out of here for the guests as fast as we can get them. Tell the guests there has been an outbreak of some disease. Make something up, God damn it! Just get going on it!" And Jacob, find out how many fucking damn droids we are talking about. I want an exact count!" Mr. Chang said, and stormed out of the office and headed toward his own. Derrick Adams sat in his bungalow and wondered what was going on. As if it wasn't enough that Sean had disappeared, now, there was a message that all guests must stay in their quarters until further notice. The knocking at the door prompted Derrick to jump and run toward it in hopes that some explanation would be forthcoming. "Mark!" Derrick exclaimed, as he opened the door and saw Mark Davis standing there breathing heavily. "Listen! There isn't much time. Come with me! I'll explain later!" Mark Davis said breathlessly. "Mark! What's the matter? What the hell are you doing with that laser pistol?" "Do you love Sean?" "Yes! More than anything!" "Then come with me!" Mark Adams said. "Mark, they told us all to stay put! Something's wrong. A disease or something!" "Fuck! That's all bullshit. Do you really love Sean?" "Yes!" "I have it all figured out. Come with me! We don't have much time! I just killed a fucking guard and they are going to be after me too!" "Good God!" "Now, Derrick!" For a second, Derrick Adams hesitated. Then, he bolted out of the door of his bungalow and ran in behind Mark Adams toward what he did not know. Six thousand miles away, in Australia, a naked Drayton Grayston, principal owner of Boy World, lay upon his side in his bed. His dark brown skin, curly, black, hair and sinewy build hinting at Aboriginal roots from long ago. Snuggled up against Drayton's huge frame, young Danny, with the pale skin, red hair, and sparkling blue eyes that hinted of his Welsh ancestry, gasped as Drayton again made a thrust deep into his bottom, not that the eleven-inch, thick, brown, tube hadn't been in his behind before. Yet, Drayton's long, fat, cock was something that neither boys nor even grown men never got quite used to. "You love me in you don't you, my pet?" Drayton asked, and withdrew his cock most of the way and thrust it in deeply again. "Oh! Unnnnnnnhhhh! Mmmmmmmm!" the boy exclaimed, overwhelmed by the sudden emptiness and then the sudden rush of fullness again. "You are about to cum again aren't you?" Drayton asked, withdrawing some of his cock then making short jabbing motions so that the plum-sized head slid back and forth over the boy's immature prostate. "OH! Ooooooooo! Oooooooo!" Danny responded, for now the huge head of the man's cock was stimulating something inside him that was about to propel him toward another orgasm. It would be his forth. "Let me help you, my sweet! I'm ready to go myself," Drayton said, and reached his hand over the boy's body and took hold of Danny's uncircumcised three-inch peter and began to stroke it. "Ahhhh! Oooooooooooo!" Danny exclaimed loudly, as the gooey feelings got stronger and headed toward a peak. "Oh yes, my sweet! So close! Cum with me now, my pet!" Drayton said, and fully retracted the foreskin and began to message the highly sensitive head of the boy's uncircumcised peter with his fingers. "Oh! Ahhhhhhh! Unnnnnhhhhh! Unnggg! Unnnggg!" Danny wailed, as he had another orgasm even more powerful than the last one had been. "Yes! Shit yeah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Drayton hollered, as the muscle contractions of the boy's butt squeezed his cock and milked it so that his copious load of sperm began to spew deep into the boy's insides. It was moments afterward, as the two lay snuggled together, Danny with the still hard tube still in his butt, that the chimes on the Tele-Viewer rang. "Fuck!" Drayton exclaimed in a disgusted tone, and rolled away from the boy so that he could reach the remote on the nightstand. As he did so, there was a slurping sound that was followed by a barely audible pop as the huge penis exited Danny's bottom and it was followed by a stream of sperm that oozed from the boy's obscenely dilated hole onto the sheets. "Yes?" Drayton said, as the screen on the viewer illuminated showing the face of Mr. Chang. "Mr. Grayston, is it safe to talk with you at the moment?" Mr. Chang asked. "Yes, as you can see, I was a bit busy at the moment," Dayton said, nodding his head toward the naked boy on the bed who still lying on his side. "It's safe to talk in front of Danny." "Mr. Grayston, we have a very serious problem at Boy World. I would like authorization to evacuate all the guests immediately," Mr. Chang said. "Good God! What happened?" "It's the Protodroids, sir. Some of them have run amuck. Jacob says it all has to do with the Nano Circuitry. In short, they are beginning to think and act on their own initiative almost as if human. In fact, I would say very much human. About thirty or so escaped in one of the Floater Craft and we've tracked them to one of the islands that we use for the hunting packages." "Well, take the Security Force and round them up!" "Uh, it's not that easy, sir." "What do you mean?" "I mean, sir, that two of our guests, one a Mr. Mark Davis, have escaped the complex and have probably headed to one of the islands as well. Mr. Davis is a very wealthy man with powerful connections in the World Council. If anything should happen to him there would be all hell to pay and the droids and he are armed." "Fuck! So, what do you plan to do?" "First of all, as I said, I want to get all of the guests out of here. Second, I want to pull all of the Protodroids out of service until we figure something out. I don't understand exactly all of what Jacob has explained to me, it has something to do with the fact that the Nano Circuitry is tissue based and related to the tissue used to grow organs for transplant or some such crap! Either way, he believes the problem can be resolved in time." "Fine! I give you full authority to do what you need to do. Just remember, I'm holding you responsible." "I understand, sir!" "Anything else to ruin my morning?" "Uh, no sir! That's all!" "Good! Then, I have business to take care of," Drayton said, and pushed the button on the remote and broke the connection. "Oh! Ooooooo! Mmmmmmm!" Danny exclaimed some minutes later. This time, with the boy's feet pushed back to his ears, Drayton's thick, brown, tube would slide into the upturned, cum-lubed, butt as deeply as it could possibly go. So, as Drayton looked down at the boy's face he smiled, for the boy's mouth was agape and his brow furrowed with each thrust of the fat pole deep into his bottom. Such a perfect boy Danny was. It was if what had been a virgin bottom a few months ago had now molded itself to his cock. Now, the boy literally felt empty and miserable when the thing wasn't filling him up inside and giving him such good cums. Anyway, that's what the Vita Pills were for, and since they kept Drayton hard for hours, he figured they could fuck at least two or three more times before he and the boy ate a late morning breakfast. To be continued